THENDARA HOUSE

Marion Zimmer Bradley

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Contents

PART ONE: Conflicting Oaths

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PART TWO: Sundering

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PART TWO: Outgrowth

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THE OATH OF THE FREE AMAZONS

From this day forth, I renounce the right to marry save as a freemate. No man shall bind me di catenas and I will dwell in no mans household as a barragana.

I swear that I am prepared to defend myself by force if I am attacked by force, and that I shall turn to no man for protection.

From this day forth I swear I shall never again be known by the name of any man, be he father, guardian, lover or husband, but simply and solely as the daughter of my mother.

From this day forth I swear I will give myself to no man save in my own time and season and of my own free will, at my own desire; I will never earn my bread as the object of any mans lust.

From this day forth I swear I will bear no child to any man save for my own pleasure and at my own time and choice; I will bear no child to any man for house or heritage, clan or inheritance, pnde or posterity; I swear that I alone will determine rearing and fosterage of any child I bear, without regard to any mans place, position or pride.

From this day forth I renounce allegiance to any family, clan, household, warden or liege lord, and take oath that I owe allegiance only to the laws of the land as a free citizen must, to the kingdom, the crown and the Gods.

I shall appeal to no man as of right, for protection, support or Succor: but shall owe allegiance only to my oath-mother, to my sisters in the Guild and to my employer for the season of my employment.

And I further swear that the members of the Guild of Free Amazons shall be to me, each and every one, as my mother, my sister or my daughter, born of one blood with me, and that no woman sealed by oath to the Guild shall appeal to me in vain.

From this moment, I swear to obey all the laws of the Guild of Free Amazons and any lawful command of my oath-mother, the Guild members or my elected leader for the season of my employment. And if I betray any secret of the Guild, or prove false to my oath, then I shall submit myself to the Guild-mothers for such discipline as they shall choose; and if I fail, then may every womans hand turn against me, let them slay me like an animal and consign my body unburied to corruption and my soul to the mercy of the Goddess.

MARION ZIMMER BRADLEY in DAW Books:

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COPYRIGHT ©, 1983, BY MARION ZIMMER BRADLEY.

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FIRST PRINTING, SEPTEMBER 1983

ACKNOWLEDGMENT

Shortly after I completed the novel The Shattered Chain, I began writing, for my own amusement, the story of Magda in the Amazon Guild House. At that time Jacqueline Lichtenberg and I were corresponding regularly and frequently, and she suggested that I should also write the story of Jaelle among the Terrans. I said I didnt feel qualified just then to do so, but that she could, if she wished. So, for the fun of it, we wrote about half a dozen chapters each, passing them back and forth between us and discussing them, with an eye to eventual professional collaboration. However, we were both busy with other projects, far from Darkover, and Jacquelines career was taking off in a far different direction. Also, it turned out, we had quite different ideas about where the story was going, and before long we discovered that we were pulling in opposite directions, and, with suitable expressions of regret and mutual esteem, abandoned this particular collaboration; she went back to her own Sime and Molt Brother seriaif that is the plural of seriesand I to write other Darkover and non-Darkover novels, feeling that the botched collaboration was not redeemable, and tossing it into my bottom file drawer with other projects on what I believed would be permanent hold.

Years later, taking up this collaboration, although I have rewritten almost everything Jacqueline did on itfor our writing styles and themes are very differentI note that my concept of the character of Jaelle has nevertheless been broadened and strengthened by her input on the chapters in which she had the first touch. Although this is not a collaboration, I am still greatly indebted to Jacqueline for allowing me to see a character of my own through her eyes. As she has graciously acknowledged my part in what I consider her best book. Unto Zeor, Forever, so I must acknowledge her part in this book of mine.

MARION ZIMMER BRADLEY

Part One: CONFLICTING OATHS

CHAPTER ONE

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Magdalen Lorne

Light feathers of snow were falling overhead; but toward the east there was a break in the clouds where the dull reddish light of Cottman IVthe sun of Darkover, called the Bloody Sun by the Terran Empirecould be seen dimly through cloud, like a great bloodshot eye.

Magdalen Lorne shivered a little as she walked slowly up the approach to the Terran HQ. She was in Darkovan dress, so she had to show her indent cards to the Spaceforce people at the gates; but one of them knew her by sight.

Its all right, Miss Lorne. Youll have to go over to the new building, though.

They finally finished the new quarters for Intelligence?

The uniformed man nodded.

Thats right. And the new Chief came in from Alpha Centaurus the other dayhave you met her yet?

This was news to Magda. Darkover was a Closed Planet, Class B, which meant Terrans wereofficially, at leastrestricted to certain Treaty Zones and Trade Cities. There was no official Intelligence Service, except for a small office in Records and Communications, working directly out of the Coordinators office.

Its about time they opened a branch of Intelligence here. They could do with a Department of Alien Anthropology, too. Then Magda wondered what it would mean to her own somewhat irregular status. She had been born on Darkover, in Caer Donn, where the Terrans had built their first spaceport before shifting to the new Empire Headquarters here in Thendara. She had been reared among Darkovans, before the new policy of standardization of Spaceport buildings to Empire-normal yellow lightsa policy making little or no provision for the red sun of Darkover and the fierce cold of the climate. This, of course, made sense for Empire personnel stationed on ordinary Empire planets, who seldom stayed in one post more than a year or so and did not need to acclimatize themselves; but conditions on Darkover were, to say the least, unusual for an Empire planet.

Magdas parents had been linguists who had spent much of their lives in Caer Donn; she had grown up more Darkovan than Terran, one of only three or four people who spoke the language like a native and were capable of doing undercover research into customs and language. She had never been away from Darkover except for three years of schooling in the Empires Intelligence School on Alpha Colony; then she had accepted a position in Communications as a matter of course. But what had been, to her superiors, only convenient disguise, fitting her for research and undercover work on the planet of her birth, had become to Magda her deepest self.

And it is to that Darkovan self, Margali, not Magda, that I must now be true. And not just Margali, but Margali nha Ysabet. Renunciate of the Comhi-Letzii, what the Terrans would call Free Amazon. That is what I am now and must be henceforth, men dia prezhiuro& Magda whispered to herself the first words of the Renunciates Oath, and shivered. It would not be easy. But as she had sworn, so would she do. To a Terran, an oath given under duress was not binding. Darkovan, the Oath binds me without question, the very thought of escaping it dishonorable.

She wrenched her thoughts from that endless loop in her mind. A new section for Intelligence, he had said, and a new Chief. Probably, Magda thought with a resigned shrug, someone who knew considerably less about the job than she did herself. She, and her ex-husband, Peter Haldane, had both been born here, were naturally bilingual, knew and accepted the customs as their own. But that was not the way the Empire did things.

The new Intelligence Office was in a tall skyscraper, still shining with newness, high above the Port. By the Terra-normal yellow lights, too bright for Magdas eyes, she saw a woman standing; a woman she knew, or had once known, very well.

Cholayna Ares was taller than Magda, brown-skinned, with white hairMagda had never known whether it was prematurely grayed or whether it had always been naturally silver-white, for her face was, and had always been, unusually young. She smiled and reached out in a welcoming gesture, and Magda took her old teachers hand.

Its hard to imagine youd give up the Training School, Magda said Certainly not to come here

Oh, I didnt exactly give it up. Cholayna Ares laughed. There was the usual sort of bureaucratic hassleeach group tried to get me on their side, and I said a plague on both their houses, and put in for transfer. So I wound uphere. Not a popular post, so no competition for getting it. I remembered that you came from here, and you liked it. Not many people have a chance of building the Intelligence Service up out of nothing on a Class B planet. And with you and Peter Haldanedidnt I hear once that youd married him?

The marriage broke up last year, Magda said. The usual sort of thing. She warded her former teachers look of curious sympathy away with a hard shrug. The only problem it created was that they didnt send us out in the field together any more.

If there was no Intelligence Service here, what were you doing in the field?

We worked out of Communications, Magda said. Language research; at one time they had me recording jokes and idioms from the marketplace, just a way of keeping up with language and current slang, so people who did have to go into the field wouldnt make stupid mistakes.

And so, my first day on the job, you come up to greet me and make me feel welcome? Cholayna asked. Sit downtell me all about this place. Its kind of you, Magda. I always knew youd make a good career in Intelligence.

Magda lowered her eyes. That wasnt the ideaI hadnt been told you were here. She decided the only way to get it said was to say it. I came here to resign.

Cholaynas dark eyes showed the dismay she felt.

Magda! You and I both know what the Service is like! Certainly they should have offered you this job, but I always thought we were friends, and that youd be willing to stay on for a while, at least!

Magda had never thought of that. But of course it was the impression Cholayna would get. She wished the new Head had been a complete stranger, or at least someone she disliked, not a woman she had always liked and respected.

Oh, no, Cholayna! I give you my word, it has nothing to do with you! I didnt even know you were here, I was in the field till last night She found she was stammering in her eagerness to convince Cholayna of the truth. Cholayna frowned and gestured her to sit down.

I think youd better tell me all about it, Magda.

Uneasily, Magda sat down. You werent at the Council this morning. You didnt know. While I was in the fieldI took the Oath of a Renunciate. At the bewildered look on her colleagues face she elaborated. In the files theyre called Free Amazons; they dont like the name. I am bound to spend half a year in the Guild House in Thendara for training, and after thatafter that, Im not sure what I intend to do, but I dont think it will be Intelligence.

But what a wonderful opportunity, Magda, Cholayna said. I wouldnt think of accepting your resignation! Ill put you on inactive status, if you like, for the half year, but think of the thesis you can get out of this! Your work is already regarded as the standard of excellence, you knowI did hear that much from the Legate, she added. You probably know more about Darkovan customs than anyone working here. I also heard that the Medic division has agreed to train a group of Free Amazons she saw Magdas slight wince and amendedWhat was it you called themRenunciates? Sounds like an order of nuns, what do they renounce? Sounds like a strange place for you.

Magda smiled at the comparison. I could quote the Oath for you. Mostly what theywerenounce are the protections for women in the society, in exchange for certain freedoms. Even to her, it sounded like a woefully inadequate explanation, but how could she explain? But Im not doing this to write a thesis, you know, or to provide more information for Terran Intelligence. Thats why I came to turn in my resignation.

And thats why Ill refuse to accept it, said Cholayna.

Do you think I am going to spy on my friends in the Guild House? Never!

Im sorry you see it that way, Magda, I dont. The more we know about the different groups on any planet, the easier it is for usand the easier it is for the planet were on, because theres less chance of misunderstandings and trouble between the Empire and the locals

Yes, yes, I learned all that in the Intelligence School, Magda said impatiently. Standard party line, isnt it?

I wouldnt put it that way. There was something like carefully controlled anger in the older womans voice.

But I would, and Im beginning to see how it can be misused, Magda said, and now she too was angry. If you wont accept my resignation, Cholayna, Ill have to leave without it. Darkover is my home. And if the price of becoming a Renunciate is to give up my Empire citizenship, why, then

Wait just a minute, Magdaplease? Cholayna held up her hand to interrupt the angry torrent of words. And sit down again, wont you? Magda realized that she had started to her feet; slowly she sank down again in the chair. Cholayna went to the console on the office wall and dialled herself a cup of coffee; brought another to Magda, balancing the hot cups in her palm, and sank down to a chair beside her.

Magda, forget for a minute that Im your superior officer wont you? I always thought we were friends. I didnt expect youd walk away without any explanation at all.

I thought we were friends, too, Magda thought, sipping at the coffee. But I know now I have never had any woman friends at all; I didnt know what friendship was. I was always trying so hard to be one of the boys that I never paid any attention to what other women did, or didnt do. Until I met Jaelle, and knew what it was to have a friend Id fight for and die for if I must. Cholayna isnt my friend either, shes my superior and shes using friendship to make me do what she wants. Maybe she thinks that is being my friend, its a Terran way of thinking. Im just not one of them anymore. If I ever was.

Why dont you you tell me the whole thing, Magda? The kindly look in Cholaynas eyes Magda was confused again. Maybe she really thinks of herself as my friend.

She began at the beginning, telling Cholayna how Peter Haldane, her friend and partner, and for a time her husband, had been kidnapped by bandits who had mistaken him for Kyril Ardais, son of the Lady Rohana Ardais. Fearing to travel alone as a woman, Magda had been persuaded by Lady Rohana to disguise herself as a Free Amazon. When she had later encountered a band of genuine Renunciates, led by Jaelle nha Melora, the deception had been discovered.

The penalty for a man who invaded them in womens clothes would have been death or castration, Magda explained. For a woman, the penalty is only that the lie must become truth; a woman may not enjoy the freedoms of the Oath without first renouncing the safety and protection of the laws specially protecting women.

An oath taken under duress Cholayna began but Magda shook her head.

No. I was given free choice. They offered to escort me to a Guild House where one of the Elders would decide the special circumstanceswhether I could simply be sworn to secrecy and released. She sighed, wearily wondering if it had been worth it. That would have lost too much time; Peter was to be executed at Midwinter if not ransomed. I chose, quite freely, to take the Oath; but I took it with a lot ofof mental reservations. I felt just as you do now. Only between then and now II changed my mind.

She knew that sounded ridiculously inadequate. She went on, telling only a little of the cruel conflict in her mind, when she had intended to escape, leave her Oath, even if she must kill Jaelle, or leave her to be slaughtered by bandits; and how she had found herself fighting at the womans side, saving her life&

Cholayna listened to the story in silence, rising once to refill the coffee cups. Finally she said, I can understand, to some extent, why you feel obligated.

Its not only that, Magda said. The Oath has become very real to me. I feel myself a Renunciate at heartI think I would always have been one, had I known such a choice existed. Now How could she explain it? She drained the cold coffee from the cup and concluded helplessly, It is something I must do.

Cholayna nodded. I can see that. I dont know if there is a precedent. Ive heard of men going over the wall, going native, on some of the Empire planets. I dont think Ive ever heard of a woman doing that, though.

Im not exactly going over the wall, Magda pointed out.If I were, would I be here in your office, formally turning in my resignation?

Which I do not intend to accept, Cholayna said. No, listen to meI listened to you, didnt I? Theres no precedent for this; I dont think theres any way to give up Empire citizenship for a sworn-in civil servant, and you made that choice when you accepted three years training in the Intelligence School

Ive done enough work to repay the Empire

Cholayna silenced her with a gesture. Nobody questions that, Magda. I am perfectly willing to put you on inactive status, if you must have your six monthshalf yearhow long is the Darkovan year anyhow? But something has come up which ties in very well with what you have told me.

She turned to her desk and took up a file of printouts.

As it happens, I have a transcript of that Council here, she said, and Magda glanced at the printoutsthe Council where Lord Hastur had been forced to accept the validity of a Terrans Oath and where the Guild Mothers had arranged that the Terrans should engage the services of the Renunciate Jaelle nha Melora to work in Magdas place in the Terran Headquarters, prior to the employment of a dozen Free Amazons. Oh, very well, Renunciates, Cholayna amended quickly, to be trained in medical technology by our Medic Department, and possibly in other sciences and skills. With Jaelle working among us, and you in the Guild House, it seems to me that during this half year you will be especially qualified to determine personnel practices for Darkovan employees in the Empire, especially among women. We are prepared to put you on detached duty. Living among Darkovan women, you can find out which women could handle the culture shock of living among Terrans, as well as letting us know how we ought to treat them for the best communication between Terrans and Darkovans. You are the only person who is qualified to do this, actually living in a Guild House.

Finally Magda said, If you already know all this, Cholayna, why did you have me tell it to you?

I only knew what you had said, Cholayna replied, and what the Guild Mothers had said about you. I did not know how you felt about it. Because the student was the right kind of girl when I knew her, doesnt mean the woman who had become a trained Agent was the kind we could trust.

Somehow the words softened Magdas anger, as Cholayna went on. Cant you see? This is for the good of your Renunciates, as well as for the Empireto cushion them against the worst of culture shock when they come here? Even, if necessary, to know which Terrans we can trust to deal fairly with them? You know, and I knew before I had been here a tenday, that Russ Montray is no more fit to be Legate, when they get a Legation here, than I am to pilot a starship! He doesnt like the planet, and he doesnt understand the people worth a damn. And I can tell, from the way you speak, that you do.

Is she trying to flatter me, to get me to do what she wants? Or does she mean it? Magda knew, of course, that Montray was considerably less fit than she was herself. Yet on a planet like Darkover, with its strictured traditional roles for men and women, Magda knew she could never be a Legate, or hold any comparable post, because the Darkovans would never accept a woman in such a position. Cholayna herself could hold her post in Intelligence only because she would never come into direct contact with Darkovans, but only with her field Agents.

Magda, I can tell from the way youre looking at me, that something about this bothers you

I do not want to seem to spy on my sisters in the Guild House

I never thought of asking that, Cholayna replied, only that you create, for us, a set of rules for Terrans who must come into close contact with Darkovan women in general, particularly with Renunciates in the service or employ of the Empire. This will benefit us, certainlybut I would think it would benefit youryour Guild Sisters even more.

There seemed no way to refuse that. She would indeed be doing just the kind of service for Darkover, and the Guild House, which the Guild Mothers had said, at that Council, that they would welcome. She remembered what the Guild Mother Lauria had said:

We have come here today to offer you our lawful services in fields suitable for better communication between our two worlds. As mapmakers, translators, guides, or any work for which the Terrans require workers and experts. And in return, knowing that you of the Empire have much to teach us, we ask that a group of our young women be placed as apprentices among your medical services, and taught those, and other scientific skills &

And this had been a real breakthrough. Before this day, the men of the Empire had been able to judge the culture of Darkover only by the women they met in the Spaceport bars and the marketplace. When she had heard Mother Lauria say this, she had realized that she would be one of the first to come and go, building bridges between her new world and her old one. She bent her head in capitulation. She was still an Intelligence Agent, no matter how she might resent it.

As for your resignationforget it. That isnt the kind of thing you could do without a lot more thought than youve given it. Leave the doors open. Both ways. Cholayna reached out and patted Magdas hand, an unexpected gesture, and somehow it softened Magdas hostility.

We need to know how we should treat these Renunciates when they are employed by the Terrans. What are their criteria for good behavior? What would offend or upset them? And while you are in the Guild House, we may ask you to make the final choice of which women we can accept, which women are qualified for Medic apprentices, women with open minds, flexible toward changing customs

Magda said patiently, Do you really believe that most of them are unenlightened savages, Cholayna? May I remind you that for all its Closed B status, Darkover has a very complex and sophisticated culture

With a pre-space, pre-industrial technological level, Cholayna said dryly. Im not doubting they have great poets and a fine musical tradition, or whatever else it takes to make you Communications people call a culture sophisticated. The Malgamins of Beta Hydri have a highly sophisticated culture too, but they embody ritual cannibalism and human sacrifice. If we are going to give these people our own highly sophisticated technology, we must have some notion of what theyre going to do with it. I suppose you are familiar with Malthusian theories, and what happens to a culture when you startfor instancesaving the lives of children, in a culture where population control cannot proceed, for religious or other reasons, at an equal level? Remember the rabbits in Australia, or dont they teach that classic example of Anthropology 1-A any more?

She had only the vaguest memory of the classic example, but knew what the theory involved. The expansion of population, taking the brakes off predators or increasing survival at birth, created exponential expansion and resultant chaos. Terrans had been widely criticized for denying medical knowledge to native populations for just that reason. Magda knew of the policy, and the hard necessities behind it.

I think, when youve had time to go over it in your mind, youll know why you have to cooperate with us, even for the sake of your own sisters in your she hesitated and groped for the word, Guild House. She stood up and her voice was crisp.

Good luck, Magda. While youre on detached duty youll get two rises in pay, you know. The gesture put Magda back in the service, and she wondered dimly if she ought to salute.

And I didnt manage to do what I came to do, I didnt resign. I needed, so desperately, to be one thing or the other, not torn between them like this. The real me, the truest me, is Darkovan. Yet too much Terran to be true Darkovan&

She had never really belonged anywhere. Perhaps, in the Guild House, she would find out where she belongedbut only if the Terrans would let her alone.

She went out of the Intelligence office, briefly debated going to her old quarters to retrieve a few cherished possessions. No. They would be of no use to her in the Guild House, and would only proclaim her Terran. She hesitated again, thinking of Peter and Jaelle, who would be married this morning as freemates the only marriage lawful for a Renunciate. Jaelle would want her at the wedding; and Peter, too, in token that she bore him no grudge because he now loved and desired Jaelle. I do not want Peter. I am not jealous of Jaelle. As she told Cholayna Ares, the marriage had been broken before she had ever known Jaelle. And yet somehow she felt she could not endure their newlywed happiness.

She hurried toward the gate and went through, taking off her Terran HQ identity badge and dropping it into a trash can as she went.

Now she had burnt her bridges; she could not return without special arrangement, for she would not be admitted as an employee. On a Closed Status planet, there was no free access between Terran and Darkovan territory. What she had done had committed her, irrevocably, to the Guild-House and to Darkover.

She hurried through the streets until she saw the walled building, windowless and blind to the street, with the small sign on the door:

THENDARA HOUSE
GUILD OF RENUNCIATES.

She rang the small, concealed doorbell, and somewhere, a long way inside, she heard the sound of a bell.

CHAPTER TWO

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Jaelle nha Melora

Jaelle was dreaming&

She was riding, under a strange ominous sky, like spilt blood on the sands of the Drylands& Strange faces surrounded her, women unchained, unbound, the kind of women her father had mocked, yet her mother had once been one of them& her hands were chained, but with ribbon links which broke asunder, so that she did not know where to go, and somewhere her mother was screaming, and pain crashed through her mind&

No. It was a noise, a blaring, somehow metallic noise, and there was a glaring yellow light cutting through her eyelids. Then she was aware that Peter was nuzzling her shoulder as he leaned over her to cut off the blaring sound. Now she remembered; it was a signal, a rising bell like the ones she had heard on her one visit to the Guest house at Nevarsin monastery. But a sound so harsh and mechanical could not be compared with the mellow, tempered monastery chime. Her head ached, and she remembered the party last night in the Terran HQ Recreation area, meeting a few of Peters friends. She had drunk more of the unaccustomed strong drinks than she intended, hoping she would be able to relax her shyness before all the strangers. Now the whole evening was only a blur of names she could not pronounce and faces not attached to names.

Better hurry, sweetheart, Peter urged, dont want to be late your first day on a new job, and I cant afford toone bad black mark against me already.

Peter had left the shower running. Her back ached from the strange bed; she wasnt sure whether it had been too hard or too soft, but it hadnt felt right. She told herself that was ridiculous. She had slept in all kinds of strange places, and certainly a good, icy shower would wake her up and make her feel refreshed. To her surprise the water was warm, lulling rather than bracing, and she could not remember how to adjust it for cold. Anyhow, she was awake, and went to dress.

From somewhere Peter had produced an HQ uniform for her, and she struggled into it, the long shaped tights that made her feel uncomfortably as if her legs were bare, the ridiculously low and thin shoes, the short black tunic piped with blue. His own tunic was like it, only piped with red. He had told her what the different colors meant, but she had forgotten. The tunic was so tight she could not pull it over her head, and it took her some time to figure why they had put the long fastener in the back where she had trouble reaching it, instead of in the front where it would have been sensible. Why would anyone want a dress that tight, anyhow? Cut looser, and with the press-together seam in the front, it would have been an admirable dress for a woman if she was breast-feeding a child, but this way it seemed a waste of materialscut a few inches looser, it would have slipped over her head without needing the fastening at all. It felt rough against her skin, since no under-tunic was provided, but at least it had warm knitted neck-folds and tight sleeves. She was frowning at herself in the mirror when he came up behind her, already dressed, and took her shoulders, looking at her in the mirror and then hugging her hard.

You look marvelous in uniform, he said, Once they see you, every man in the HQ will be envying me.

Jaelle cringed; this was exactly what she had been taught to avoid. The dress was cut immodestly close to the curve of her breast and her narrow waist. She felt troubled, but when he turned her around and held her close, she buried her face against him, and in his arms, all the tension seemed to flow out of her. She sighed and murmured, I wish you didnt have to go

Mmmmmm, I do too, he murmured, caressing her, burying his lips in her bare neckthen, abruptly, raised his eyes and stared at the chronometer on the wall.

Ouch! Look at the time! I told you I didnt dare be late back, this first day, he said, and made for the door. She felt icy cold, in spite of the hot shower, as he mumbled, Sorry, love, Im late, but you can find the way down alone, cant you? Ill see you tonight. The door closed, and Jaelle stood alone. Still roused from his touch and his kiss, she realized that he had not even waited for the answer to his own question. She wasnt at all sure she could get down to the office where she had been told to report this morning, in the bewildering labyrinth of the HQ.

She stared blindly at the chronometer, trying to translate Terran time into the familiar hours of the day. It was, as nearly as she could reckon, not yet three hours after sunrise. She remembered a flippant comment of Magdas:

I dont think youll like it much in the Terran Zone, the other woman had said. Sometimes they even make love by the clock.

But she, too, had duties this morning. She could not stand here, staring uneasily at her image in the mirror. Nor could she imagine going among strange men, Terrans, in this immodestly tight dress. Not even a prostitute would go out in such attire! With shaking hands, she unfastened it and got into her ordinary clothes. The uniform was not warm enough, either, for the late-spring weather outside; inside the buildings, heated to almost suffocating warmth, the uniform might be sufficient, but she had to go outdoorsshe stared at the little map of the HQ Peter had left her, trying to puzzle out the confusing markings.

She found her way, shivering in the morning drizzle, to the main building and showed the pass Peter had given her. The Security man said, Mrs. Haldane? You should have gone through the underground tunnel, in this weather, and she looked around, seeing, indeed, no one on the elaborate walks and ramps.

She managed to puzzle out the signsPeter had given her a crash course in reading the most common signs, and she had been taught a little Standard, which was not really so very different from castashe had been told once that they had descended from a common language group before Darkover was settled, that casta was similar to the most common Terran language. She felt reluctant to ask directions from any of the men and women moving around in the rabbit-warren buildings; they all seemed to look alike, in tights, tunics of varying colors and trim, low, thin sandals. She rode up and down a time or two in the elevator until she figured out how it worked. It was not complicated, once you could understand why anyone would bother. Did the Terrans suffer from a racial paralysis of the legs, or something, that they could not walk up and down stairs? She supposed it made sense when there were twenty or thirty floors to a building, but why build it so high? They had been given enough room on the spaceport HQ to build rationally!

There was nothing wrong with Peters legs, at least, she thought smiling; perhaps Terrans were just trained to be lazy.

Outside the section Peter had marked on the mapit was marked, too, with one of those signs that spelled, she knew, the Terran word for COMMUNICATIONSshe presented herself before a man stationed there. She said, My name is Jaelle nha Melora, and proffered her pass.

Just go over there and present it to the screening device, he said indifferently. She slid the pass through the slot, and the glass screen began to blink with a strange beeping sound.

Whats the matter? he asked.

She stared helplessly at the blinking, beeping screen. I dont know she began, they slid my pass back out at me and she picked it up, bewildered, from the slot.

He glanced at it and at the screen. He frowned and said Youre out of uniform, and the scanners dont recognize you from the picturesee? And the name you said doesnt match the name on the pass. Miss. She puzzled this out to an honorific, roughly equivalent to damisela. Should she correct him? He pointed patiently to the name on the pass and said You have to repeat the name in the form its on the pass. See? Haldane, Mrs. Peter. Try saying it like that.

She started to protest that her name was Jaelle, that it was forbidden by Oath to a Renunciate to take a mans name, but quickly stopped herself. It was none of his business and how could she explain it to a Terran anyhow? Meekly she repeated Haldane, Mrs. Peter, before the screen, and the door slid back and let her in. She remembered that some of Peters friends last nightnot the best friendshad called her Mrs. Haldane and she had had to correct them. But that was Magdas name too, then?

She went into a huge light room with the omnipresent yellow glare. Along the wall were strange machines she did not recognize. A young woman rose from behind a narrow table to greet her.

Im Bethany Kane, she said. You must be Jaelle. Her Cahuenga, the Trade City language, was barely intelligible, so that Jaelle hardly recognized her own name. Bethany led her to a table with glass panels and strange equipment. Leave your things here and well go up and get started; Im supposed to take you up to Basic and Medic.

Jaelle could tell that it was a memorized speechshe had obviously brought no things to leave, and the young woman seemed to want to say more, but couldnt. On an impulse Jaelle replied in casta, Magda mentioned her friend Bethany to me; you are she?

Bethany said with a relieved smile I didnt know you spoke the city language, Jaelleis that how you pronounce it, Zhay-el-leh?

Bethany was a slight woman, with medium brown hair, brown eyeslike an animals eyes. Jaelle thoughtand she looked pretty and rounded in the Terran uniform which seemed so immodestly cut. How could the woman display herself like that, in an office composed of men and women together? Perhaps, if only women were nearby, it would not seem sosoJaelle fumbled for the concept; so deliberately enticing. Yet these women worked with men on easy terms and no one seemed to notice. She filed that away for later thought as they passed the uniformed men at a succession of doors and Bethany, taking her scribbled pass, got them through various tunnels and elevators through what seemed to Jaelle like miles and miles of corridor. Her sandalled feet, accustomed to stoutly laced boots, were aching by the time they reached their goal. She put aside her theory that Terrans were lazy; with this much racing about, perhaps they needed their elevators and escalators.

The next hours were the most confusing of her life. There was a place with lights flashing and glaring into her eyes, and a moment later a small, laminated card slid out of a slot, with a picture Jaelle, for a moment, did not recognize as herself; a small serious-looking red-haired woman with slightly frightened eyes. Bethany saw her grimace at the picture and chuckled.

Oh, we all look like that in ID pictures. As if we were being lined up and photographed for a prison sentence; something about the lights and the pose. You should see mine! But, though Jaelle expected her to offer it, she did not, and she supposed it must be some form of figurative speech, social noise. Then an elderly gentleman, round and good-natured, who spoke excellent Darkovan, questioned her at length about her place of birth (Shainsa? Where exactly is that? and finally managed to get her to sketch a rough map of the road between the Dry Towns and Thendara) her age, the date of her birth, and asked her to pronounce her name again and again while he scribbled it down in precise markings which, he said, might help others to pronounce it very accurately; Jaelle wondered why he could not simply tell them, or use one of the omnipresent voice recordersat one point she had been startled to hear her own voice coming from one of them. But she had known there would be many unfamiliar things. At one point he called her Mrs. Haldane, and when she corrected him, smiled gently and said, The custom of the country, my dear girl. He used the phrase, which in Darkovan could have become an offensive intimacy, in such a fatherly fashion that Jaelle was warmed instead of offended. Remember, young woman, youre among Terran barbarians now and you have to allow us our tribal customs. It makes record-keeping simpler that way. Youre sharing quarters with Haldane, arent you? Well, there you are.

Yes, but I am a Renunciate, and it is not the custom to bear the husbands name

As I say, its our custom, said the man. Do you have any proverb which says, When in Rome, do as the Romans do?

Who were the Romans?

God knows; I dont. Some old territorial people, I imagine. One could translate; when living among barbarians, follow their customs as well as you can.

Jaelle thought it over, felt her face crinkling in a smile. Yes; we say, When in Temora, eat fish.

Temora, as I recall, being a seacoast town, he mused. Then he began tapping on the odd keyboard with remarkably nimble fingersshe hoped they wouldnt ask her to use any machine demanding that much dexterityand silent lights streamed across a glass plate before him. There was a beep, and he raised his eyes at the series of letter-lights on the glass.

I forgot. Get her prints, will you, Beth?

Finger or eye, or both?

Both, I think.

Bethany led Jaelle to another machine and guided her hand against a curious flat glass plate; it flared lights, and Bethany guided her face against another with a place for her chin to rest. She jerked back, startled, as lights hurt her eyes, and Beth said soothingly No, hold your head still and keep your eyes open; were taking retina prints for positive identification. Fingerprints can sometimes be faked, but eyeprints never.

It took two more tries before she could conquer the involuntary response, twitching back and her eyes squeezing shut. Finally they clipped a laminated card to her tunic, with her picture in one corner and the odd squiggles which were, they told her, coded prints. Bethany said, You really have to wear the uniform, you know. Twice already today you tripped the monitors with an intruder-alerttheyre programmed to ignore anyone wearing uniform, because of the codes inside the tunic patch. She guided Jaelles fingers to examine a roughness as of metal between the thickness of her uniform necks cloth; Jaelle thought it had been torn and repaired, but it was evidently intended that way.

Fortunately, the man on the main gate saw your pass and warned us that you were out of uniform today. But wear it tomorrow, wont you, like a good girl? Makes everything so much simpler.

Simpler; to have everyone looking just alike, like so many painted toy soldiers from a box!

I know youre working under Lorne, the man went on, but she got away with it because, working in the Bosss office as much as she did, she could pull rank. Lorne, of course, was the name Magda used in the HQ, she knew, but none of the rest of it was intelligible except that for some strange reason, perhaps a superstitious ritual, she must wear the uniform to keep from touching off alarms within the building. It probably wasnt worth arguing about.

Its all right for today, your first day, the man added, but tomorrow, show up in uniform, all right? And wear the badge at all times. It identifies your department and your face.

Jaelle asked, Why should I have to wear my face, when I am already wearing my face?

So that we can see that your badge matches your face, and no unauthorized person gets into Security areas, the man said, and Jaelle, who was already confused, decided it was not worthwhile to go on asking why should anyone want to go where they had no business? It wasnt as if there was anything interesting in here to see.

Take her on up to Medic, Beth, were finished with her, said the man. Good luck, Mrs. HaldaneJaelle, I mean. Where are they going to put her, Beth? They cant put her in the Bosss office. He tends to make the man hesitated, rude remarks. About certain peoplesbackgrounds.

Jaelle wondered if the man thought she was deaf, or feebleminded; she had met Montray, and no one with a scrap of telepathic ability could possibly be in doubt that he disliked Darkover and all the Darkovans. But it was polite of the man to try and spare her feelings; the first politeness she had encountered from Terrans, who were often friendly, but seldom polite. Not, anyhow, as she understood it; they seemed to have different standards of courtesy. Only after they were in the hallway did she realize that while she had answered a great many questions about herself, no one had bothered to introduce him to her and she still did not know his name.

Next stop, Medic, remarked Bethany, and Jaelle, who knew the Terran word by now, after the long debates about allowing Renunciates to become Medical technicians, protested, But Im not sick!

Just routine, said Bethany, an answer Jaelle had heard so often that day that she recognized it, though she did not yet know what it meant, as a ritual answer which was supposed to cut off discussion. Well, she had been told it was rude to inquire about the religious rituals of others, and Terrans must have some really strange ones.

They went up farther, this time, than ever before, and Jaelle catching a random glance out a window, shivered involuntarily they must be as high as they had been in the Pass of Scaravel and she clung, feeling dizzy, to a handrail. Was this some form of testing her courage? Well, a woman who had faced blizzards in the Hellers and banshees in the mountain passes would not quail at mere height. Anyhow, Bethany seemed unconcerned.

There was a different kind of uniform on this floor, and since she was to participate in whatever curious ritual was being done this time, she did not complain when they took away her woolen and leather Amazon outfit and dressed her in a white tunic made of paper. The workers here all had the same sign on their tunics, an upright staff with what looked like two snakes coiled arounc it, and she wondered if work emblems replaced clan or family blazonings here. She waited on benches for peculiar processes, was touched or prodded with strange machines, and they pricked her finger with needles. She shrank back at this, and Bethany explained, They wish to look at your blood under a she used a strange word, and at Jaelles blank look, elaborated, A special glass to see the cells in your bloodto see if it is healthy blood. They stuck a glass plate in her mouth, and draped her from breasts to knees with a metal-treated heavy cloth, then left her alone with the machine, which made a curious humming noise, at which she startled and jumped. The young technician, a girl about Jaelles own age with curly fair hair, swore angrily, and again Bethany explained hastily that they were only taking a picture of her teeth to see if they had holes or damaged roots.

They could ask me, Jaelle said crossly, but when they tried it again, she held her breath and stayed as still as she could. The technician looked at the plate with pictured teeth and said to Bethany that she had never seen anything like it.

She says your teeth are perfect, Bethany translated, and Jaelle said, with a sense of injury, that she could have told them that in the first place.

Then there was a room filled with machines, and the technician in charge of them, a man who spoke somewhat better Darkovan than anyone except the man who had questioned her so long in the photographing place, said, Go in behind those curtains, and take off all your clothes. Right down to the skin.: Then come out that end, and walk directly down that line, along the painted white stripe. Understand? tamed chervine doing tricks. Now turn againlower arm see? Machine no hurt

When she was dressing again, she asked Bethany, What did those machines do!

Pictures of your insides, I told you. Tells them youre healthy.

And as I told you, I could have told them that already, said Jaelle. Except for one or two wounds in battleduring her first years as an Amazon, she had fought as a mercenary at Kindras sideand a broken wrist when she had fallen from a horse at sixteen, she had always been perfectly healthy.

Then they took her and put her into a contoured lounge and pasted gooey flat plates to her head, and pushed her down in the chair. She must have fallen asleep, and when she woke up she had a splitting headache, not unlike the headache she had had when Lady Alida had forced her, at fifteen, to look into a matrix jewel.

Shes very resistant, said one man, as she woke up, and another man answered, Thats normal for the indigenous population. Not used to technological environment. Beth said she spooked at the fluoroscopy machines. Heypipe down, shes awake already. Can you understand us, Miss?

Yes, perfectlyoh, I see. A language-teaching machine. That was nothing; the Comyn could have done that with a matrix and a well-trained telepath.

Head ache? Without waiting for her answer, the Medic handed her a small paper cup with a spoonful or so of pale green liquid in the bottom. Drink this.

She did. He took the cup from her, crushed it in his hand and tossed it into a waste collector. She watched in amazement as it turned into pale slime and flowed out the drain. One moment it had been a cup; then, the next instant, without transition, it was a bit of pale slimy stuff, deliberately discarded and destroyed. Yet it was not old, or outworn, the new crisp feel of it was still in her hand, the reality of it. She could still feel it, but the thing itself was gone. Why? A few minutes later, changing back into her own clothes, Bethany told her to throw her paper tunic into the same kind of collector. It confused her still, to see the things dissolve and flow down the drain and exist no longer. The man who had worked the language machineshe heard him call it a D-Alpha corticator, which left her no wiser than beforehanded her a neat packet of disks.

Here are your language lessons in Standard for the rest of the week, he said. Tell your husband to show you how to use the sleep-learner, and you can go ahead on your own.

Another machine! This man had not been introduced to her either, but she was accustomed to rudeness by now, and was not surprised when Bethany told her to hurry or they would be late to lunch. She had been hurrying all morning, but Terrans were always in a hurry, driven by the chronometer faces she saw everywhere, and she supposed there were some good reasons to serve meals on time; it was rude to keep the cooks waiting. There were no cooks visible, only machines, and it confused her to have to press buttons to get food, but she did what Bethany did. The food was all unfamiliar anyhow, thick porridges and hot drinks and bland textured messes. Sticking a fork in one peculiarly colored red mess, she asked what it was, and Bethany shrugged.

Ration for the day; some kind of synthetic carbo-protein, I imagine. Whatever it is, its supposed to be good for you. She ate up her portion with appetite, though, and so Jaelle tried to choke some of it down.

The food in the Main Cafeteria is better than this, Bethany said, this is just a quick place to eat and run. I know this was a boring morning, but its always like this on a new job.

Boring? Jaelle thought of the last job she had undertaken; with her partner Rafaella, organizing a trade caravan to Dalereuth. They had spent the first day talking to their employer, finding out what men he had and how many animals, inspecting pack-beasts and making up their loads, visiting harness-makers to have proper packs made up. While Rafi had gone off to organize the hiring of extra animals, Jaelle had questioned the men about their food preferences and gone to purchase supplies and arrange their delivery. Monotonous, perhaps, and hard work, but certainly not boring!

The food was too strange to eat much; she could not have gotten it down at all had she not been ravenous after her breakfastless morning. The textures were too smooth, the tastes too sweet or too salty, with one fiery bitterness that made her splutter. At least Bethany was trying to be friendly.

Searching her mind, she realized she was still angry about the moment when she had walked naked between the rows of machines. None of the men had been offensive, they had not noticed that she was female. But they should have noticed. Noticed; not looked at her offensively, but noticed that she was in fact female and would have feelings about displaying herself before strange men. Possibly they should have had the machines entirely staffed by women, just to indicate that they understood her natural feelings. She hated the idea that they considered her just a nothing, another machine that happened to be living and breathing, a machine no one would have noticed except that it was not wearing the proper uniform! A lot of bones and organs, Bethany had said. She felt depersonalized, as if by treating her like a machine they had made her into one.

Dont try to eat that stuff if you dont like it, Bethany said, noticing her struggle with the food. Sooner or later, youll find out which things you like and which ones you dont, and you can get native foodoh, Im sorry, I mean naturally cooked food, things more like what youre accustomed to eatingin quarters. Some people prefer synthetics, thats allthe Alphans, for instance, have religious objections to eating anything thats ever been alive or growing, so we have to provide complete synthetic diets for them, and its cheaper and easier to package them for the staff up here. Theyre not so bad when youre used to them, she rattled on, while Jaelle blinked, thinking of a world where everybody ate this kind of thing, not for convenience or cheapness but because they had religious scruples about eating anything which had once contained life. She supposed it showed, after all, a very elevated ethical sense. Anyway, there was nothing she could do about it.

By now she was numb to shocks and flung her half-emptied plate into the ubiquitous disposal bins, watching it flow away into slime and swirl away down the drain. Small loss, she thought. Upstairs again, in one of the large windowless offices, she felt the unease of incipient claustrophobiait was unsettling not to be sure whether she was on the fourth floor or the twenty-fourth. She told herself that she could not expect to have everything familiar, among Terrans, and that at least it was a new kind of experience. But the strange sounds and background machine noises scraped away at her nerves. Bethany located a desk for her.

This is Lornes place; even when shes here she doesnt use it much, she worked mostly in Montrays office upstairs, but when I heard you were coming in, I had it cleaned out and set up for you. You wouldnt want to work under Montray, hes a She used an idiom Jaelle did not understand, comparing him with some unfamiliar animal, but the disapproving tone conveyed her meaning perfectly well. She remembered what she had heard in the Medic office, too& Montray, then, was the one who could not be trusted to treat Darkovans with ordinary courtesy. How, she wondered, had this man come to be in a position of authority if his character faults were so extreme that even his own staff felt free to comment on them? She resolved to ask Peter; she literally did not know how to frame the question for Bethanys ears without implying all kinds of insulting things about Terrans in general.

Bethany was explaining, in rapid-fire, how to use the voice-scriber, the throat-mike, the clearing key for erasure, the way in which the words would print on the screen before her. You dont have to speak out loud, just subvocalize. She struck a key, and said, Here, like thiswatch.

On the screen, printed in luminous pale letters, the words appeared: HERE. LIKE THISWATCH. Jaelle swallowed as she slowly spelled them out.

Wouldnt it be simpler if I just told this to the person who needs to know this?

Bethany shrugged. I suppose it could be done that way, but we need it for recordsthen the next Director of Operations, and the one beyond him, will be able to get it in your own words, years from now.

Why should anyone be interested, say, fifty years from now, when we are no longer here and Rumal di Scarp is dead?

Well, it goes into the record, said Bethany, sorely puzzled herself. That word again. Even by next week, your memory will have distorted what happened& you really should have been debriefed, as Magda should have been, right after it happened, though I understand why it wasnt possibleyou all spent the winter snowed in at Ardais, didnt you? But we have to get all this into the record, as clearly as we can. Then other Heads of Departments, or even people on other Empire planets, will have access to the information, even a hundred years from now. It all goes into the permanent record.

But that, Jaelle thought, was impossible; for anyone to report anything with that kind of permanent, frozen, once-for-all objectivity. She said, choosing her words to try and convey her distress, But the truth I tell now about what happened at Sain Scarp is not the truth I would have told then. And what I tell now will not be the truth fifty years from now. I will have to recall all of it, fifty years from now, to see what the truth is then, because the only truth then will be what we rememberand not just me, but what MargaliMagda remembers, and what Peter remembers, and even what Lady Rohana and Rumal di Scarp himself remembers.

Bethany shook her head, clearly not understanding what Jaelle was trying to convey. Im afraid thats too complicated for me. Just tell everything you can remember, and well worry about that kind of ultimate truth some other timeall right?

But whom am I reporting to?

Does it matter? Tell it just the way youd tell it to anyone who asked you what happened out there; put in every little detail you can think ofsomeone else will be editing the text and if theres anything really irrelevant, shell cut it out.

But how do I know what to say if I dont know who Im saying it to? Jaelle asked, confused again. I mean, if you asked me to tell you, Id tell it one way, and if, say, the Comyn Council asked, Id tell it another way

Bethany sighed, and Jaelle could feel her frustration. She said, I guess my casta isnt as good as I thought. It sounded as if you were saying youd tell two different stories to us and to your own people. Thats not what you mean, is it? At Jaelles vigorous headshake, she nodded and said, I didnt think so; you look fairly honest to me, and Magda said nice things about you; I couldnt imagine you being that two-faced. Ill tell you what; just tell the story into the scriber, as if you were telling it to one of your Guild people, Elderswhats the word?

Guild Mothers?

I guess thats it. Tell it as if you were telling one of your Guild Mothers, why dont you?

She clipped the throat-mike, with its black snakelike attachment, to the neckband of Jaelles tunic. Thats another good reason for wearing uniform; the standard uniform for your sector has a pocket in the neckband for a scriber-microphone and you can just tuck it in instead of messing around with clips. She demonstrated on her own uniform tunic. Jaelle flinched a little at the thought of being hooked up to any machine, but she supposed she would get used to it. It wasnt dangerous and she was not the barbarian they seemed to think her. It was up to her not to panic like a fish in a tree!

Now just talk into it softly, or even subvocalize; I wont stand over you, it would only make you nervous, but Ill be right over here at my desk if you need me for anything, she said, and went away. Jaelle sat still, trying to decide what to do first. She said half aloud, Im still not sure I know how to handle this thing and heard the small humming and rattling sound; luminous letters swam on the screen and she saw in the slightly unfamiliar letters of Standard, her words in Casta: Im still not sure I know&

Chagrined, she pressed the clearing key and saw the letters disappear into flashes of light, as her paper cup and dinnerplate had vanished into nothingness. Is anything permanent here? she wondered; yet Bethany had been speaking of making her report accessible for all time. It was a sobering thought.

She said slowly, I dont know where to start& and as the machine hummed again, she saw the words appear in light on the screen. But this time it did not trouble her. How many times, she wondered, had she started out a report to Kindra, or to one of the Guild Mothers, of some mission accomplished or failed, with those very words? As if she had been sitting in the great gathering-room in Thendara Guild House, with the Guild Mothers and her sisters waiting to be told of what she had done, she began in a composed, formal way:

On a certain night about ten days before Midwinter, I was traveling north to Nevarsin Monastery. With me were a band of the Comhii-Letzii, with myself, Jaelle nha Melora, as elected leader, Gwennis nha Uriel, Sherna nha Lia, and Devra nha Rayna on their way to take the places of three of our sisters who had been living in Nevarsin to copy records there, and Camilla nha Kyria, my oath-sister, as escort and guard. Because of a severe oncoming storm, we camped in a travel-shelter situated half a days journey north of Andalune Pass. We found the place already tenanted by a band of strange men, about twelve in number; but invoking the traditional neutrality of the travel-shelters, we greeted them politely and made our camp at the opposite end of the building. Shortly after dark, a woman traveling alone, and in the ordinary dress of a Renunciate, entered the building; she identified herself as from Temora Guild House and was welcomed to our fire. This woman I learned later to be Magdalen Lorne She struggled with Magdas Terran name and was quite sure that what appeared on the screen was not what Magdas name looked like in Terran letters. She had once seen it written. She must have mispronounced it so grossly that the machine could not compensate and was reduced to a phonetic transcription of what she had actually said. She hit the clearing key and, biting her lip, called Bethany to ask the proper spelling.

To her great relief Bethany showed no exasperation, no sense that she had asked anything terribly stupid; she matter-of-factly spelled it for her and went back to her own desk, and Jaelle went on.

We did not know her to be Terran or an Agent of Intelligence. We simply made her welcome among us and shared food as was traditional when Renunciates meet on the trail. While we were all sleeping there was a disturbance

She went on, the words flowing smoothly now, telling how Magda had been attacked by one of the bandits, breaking the travel-shelters law of neutrality; when the men had been evicted from the shelter, Magda, under questioning, had been exposed as an intruder, and as the law provided, had been required to take the Oath. The next day Jaelle had turned over her leadership of the group to Camilla nha Kyria, in order to escort her new oath-daughter to Neskaya Guild House; when the others had gone, she and Magda had been attacked by two of the returning bandits and had fought them, in an encounter where Jaelle had been severely wounded. Magda, wounded herself, had saved Jaelles life; and although she could then have ridden away on her mission, had stayed to tend Jaelles severe and life-threatening wound. Later, Jaelle had discovered Magdas true identity, and had gone with her to complete the ransom of Peter Haldane from Rumal di Scarp.

She went on from there, briefly sketching in the encounter with a banshee-bird in the Pass of Scaravel, the ransom exchange, and the subsequent tripwhat she could remember of it, since her memory of that time was blurred by the fever in her wound, and she remembered little of the journey except that Peter had taken her on his saddle when she could no longer ride alone.

She said little about their stay in Castle Ardais, except that they had been treated with kindly courtesy by Lady Rohana and welcomed by Dom Gabriel with due and gracious hospitality, even though he did not approve of Renunciates. She mentioned very briefly that Rohana was her kinswoman, and had been her guardian in childhood; even more briefly, that she and Peter Haldane had agreed to marry, upon their return to Thendara, and had done so. If they wanted to know anything more than that, they would have to ask her. How did she know what they wanted to know, and what business of theirs was it, anyhow? She was willing to report the part she had played in Peters ransomshe supposed he would be reporting that from his own perspective but while she would have gladly told her Guild Mothers how she had come to know Peter well, how she had clung to him during her illness, the growing closeness between them, and how she had first shared his bed after the Midwinter-festival, she was not going to report all that to a faceless machine, for Terrans who did not know either of them.

Inside the windowless room she lost track of time, and only when she looked up and discovered that others were closing up their desks and stations did she realize that her stomach was reminding her fiercely of her sketchy and inedible lunch.

When she stepped from the building into the spaceport HQ plaza, it was past sunset, and fine drizzling rain was falling. In the central cafeteria, which was at least spacious and well-windowed, she felt less claustrophobic than in the shut-in office with its clutter of desks; but everyone looked so alike in uniform that she did not see Peter until he actually touched her on the shoulder.

Jaelle! What are you doing-out of uniform? But before she could explain, he went on, I heard that somebody had tripped the monitors all over the station, but I never dreamed it was you!

She was astonished at the anger in his voice; she started to explain, but he was not listening.

Lets get on line for dinnertheres always a crowd about this time.

The food looked and smelled better than the synthetics which were all that had been provided in the other building at lunch; some of it was almost familiar, roasted meats and local grains and vegetables. She was relieved to see that Peters choices and her own were almost identical. Well, of course; he too had been brought up near Caer Donn and was used to Darkovan food. In every way that really mattered to her he was Darkovan, though his protective coloration was so good, here among the other Terrans. It was a disquieting thought; which one was the real Peter?

He explained, too, why she had had to thrust her identity badge into the slot before releasing the food. Were entitled to a certain number of meals as an employee; extras are deducted from our pay. Lets find a quiet corner, shall we?

There were no really quiet corners in the cafeteria, not as she understood the word, but they did find a table for two, and sat down together. Around them were laughing, talking workers, mostly in uniform or the white smocks with the emblem of Medic Services. There was a crew of what looked like road workers, still brushing snow from the heavy parkas they wore over their uniforms. It was not, she thought, so different from supper in the Guild House. She felt, for a moment, fiercely homesick. She thought of Magda, eating her first meal there. Then she looked across at Peter and smiled. No, she was here with Peter and it was where she wanted to be.

But he still looked angry. Damn it, youve got to wear uniform while youre in the building, Jaelle.

She said stiffly, carefully, It was explained to me that it creates a problem with thethe machinery. I willtry.

Whats the problem, Jaelle?

She wondered if she could really make him understand.It isis immodest. It makes me looktoo much woman.

Was he being deliberately obtuse? He smiled enticingly at her and said, Thats the good part of it, isnt it? Why dont you want to look like a woman?

Thats not what I meant she began, crossly, then broke off. Why does it matter to you, Piedro? It is my problem, and I must deal with it in my own way. It you wish, I will explain that it has nothing to do with youthat you asked me to, and I refused.

You cant do that, he said, harried. Im working under Montray now, and Im in enough trouble with him without having him think he stopped, but to Jaelle, surprisingly, it was as if he had spoken aloud what was in his mind; think I cant manage my wife.

That did make her angry. She said, between clenched teeth, Why should you think that it reflects on you?

Damn it, woman, he burst out. Youre wearing my name! Everything you do reflects on me, whether you mean it to, or not! Youre certainly intelligent enough to understand that!

She stared at him in consternation, knowing that she would never understand. She wanted to get up and walk out of the cafeteria; she wanted to scream at him. She only stared at him, her hands shaking. But before she could move, a voice said behind her, Peter? I was looking for you. And this must be Jaelle.

A tall, brown-skinned woman, with hair silvered white, picked up a chair and set it down at their table. May I join you? I was talking to Magda this morning.

Peters face changed so rapidly that Jaelle began to doubt the evidence of her senses. Cholayna? I heard on the grapevine that you were here. Jaelle, this was the head of Intelligence school when Mag and I trained there; Cholayna Ares.

The woman had a tray of the synthetics Jaelle had refused at lunch, but she ignored the meat and steaming vegetables on their trays. May I join you? Or am I breaking in on a private discussion?

Please do, Jaelle said. There was nothing she wanted less than to be alone with Peter in this mood. Cholayna put her tray on the table and slid into a seat.

Its nice to see someone dressed properly for this climate. I understand Magda tried to set an example by wearing clothes that fit the weather here, but those half-headed half-brains in the department couldnt think of anything except their wretched machines. Whos running this show, anyway? Old Russell Montray? She made a small sound of scorn. I wish someone in Head Center would show some intelligence and transfer him back to a Space Station; he might manage that and do it quite well. Hes not really stupid, you know, he simply has no patience with strange planets and alien customs. I thought the essence of being Coordinator on a Closed Planet was to understand the people and the native culture, so that when they got around to setting up a Legate they would know what kind of person to choose. But Montray seems to have made so many mistakes already that it will take a century or more to smooth out the troubles he has caused.I knew that before I had been on the job three days. Who sent him here? And whatever could they have been thinking?

Political pull, I expect, Peter said, the wrong kind; not where he wanted the job and somebody with clout fixed it for him, but the kind where somebody wanted to get rid of him, pulled strings, and kicked him upstairsand he wound up here. They may have thought it was isolated enough that he couldnt make much trouble. Typical bureaucratic thinkinglet him go make trouble somewhere else.

Particularly stupid, Cholayna confirmed with a nod. This planet may not have a great deal of trade potential, but because of its location, its an important transit point; in twenty or so years, this will be one of the major intersecting spaceports anywhere in the Galaxy. If this fellow Montray has already created trouble with the locals, as it seems, it could take centuries to repair the damage. Ive made a start, I hope, by putting Magda on detached duty, to try and analyze how we ought to be treating Darkovans, in contrast to how we are treating them. I will want information from you too on that, Jaelle. As for you, Peter, you know you really ought to be working out of my office, not Montrays; I hope he isnt going to make it a status point to keep you there.

Peter muttered something Jaelle knew to be a polite noncommittal social noise, but once again her erratic laran carried his thoughts as if he had spoken them aloud.

Not fair, dammit, I spent five years setting things up so that when Darkover got an Intelligence service Id be at its head, and now some damned woman walks in and takes over. Bad enough playing second fiddle to Magda&

She lost the contact then, but she had heard enough to make her look at Peter in dread and dismay. She liked Cholayna, and thought she would like working with her, in spite of the strange color of the womans skin and her unreadable dark eyes; but if Peter felt this way, what should she do?

CHAPTER THREE

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Magda

As the doors of Thendara Guild House swung shut behind her, Magda thought, with a strange, desperate intuition, I must never look back. Whatever I was before this, I must leave it forever behind me, and look only ahead&

Around her a great hall arose, panelled in dark woods and hung with curtains which gave an effect of space and air and light. The snub-nosed young girl had opened the door for her, directed her across the hall and said The Guild Mother Lauria is waiting for you. She looked curiously at Magda, but only shoved her through another door, where the Guild Mother, Lauria nha Andrea, head of the Independent Guild of Craftswomen in Thendara, and one of the most powerful women in the city, waited for her. Lauria was a tall, sturdy woman, her gray hair shorn close about her head, one ear bearing an earring with a carved ensign and a crimson stone. She rose and extended her hand to Magda.

Welcome, my child. You have been told, I know, that this will be your only home for half a year; until two moons past midsummer-day. During this time you will be instructed in our ways, and while you have the freedom of house and garden, you may not step outside the wall nor into the street, except on Midsummer-Festival when all rules are suspended, or under the direct orders of your oath-mother or one of the Guild Mothers. She smiled at Magda and said, You have shown us that you are willing to honor your oath, even though you took it unwilling; you will promise me to keep this rule, will you not? You are a woman grown, and not a child.

I will obey, said Magda, but it seemed a bleak prospect, half a year, through the long, bitter Darkovan winter, oath-bound not to step outside. Well, she had wanted this, why should she complain at getting what she wanted?

Mind you, Mother Lauria said, this is within reason. Should the house take fire, or some other catastrophe occur, which all Gods forbid, use your own soundest judgment; you are not pledged to lunatic obedience! You are bound to the house only so that you will not be confused by daily meetings with women who live in ways you must learn not to imitate. Do you understand?

I think so. They used to call it deprogramming; women on Darkover are brainwashed by the social roles expected of them, till it is a miracle that any of them are free enough to rebel and join the Renunciates. She remembered hearing Jaelle say once, Every Renunciate has her own story and every story is a tragedy. In such a traditional society as Darkover, only the desperately rebelling would dare break away.

I have rebelled against my home world and my adopted world too& but she cut off that thought as self-pity and turned to the older woman, who beckoned her into a chair.

I suppose you are hungry and weary? But you do not want to face everyone just now in the dining room for the noon meal, do you? I thought not& and she touched a little bell. The snub-nosed girl who had let Magda inside, appeared in the door.

Bring something from the dining room, for me and for our new sister, she said, and as the little girl went outshe could not, Magda thought, be more than thirteenMother Lauria gestured to a chair beside the fireplaceno fire was burning, at this time of year. Sit down and let us talk awhile; there are decisions to be made.

At the far end of the office was a great wooden door with copper panels; the door was hacked about as if with an axe, and partially burnt. Magda stared at the battered relic, and Mother Lauria followed her eyes.

It has been here for more than a hundred years, she said. The wife of a wealthy merchant in Thendara ran away to us, because her husband had ill-used her in ways too gross to repeat, and had finally required her to sleep in the attic and to wait on her husband and his new concubine in her own bed. The woman took oath with us; but her husband hired an army of mercenaries and we were forced to fight; he swore he would raze this house over our heads. Rimathis was her nameoffered to return to him; she said she would not be the cause of our deaths. But we were not fighting for her alone, but for the right to live without male sufferance. We fought three daysyou can see the marks of the battle.

Magda shivered; the slashed, burnt door looked as if, at one point, an axe had chopped halfway through it.

And you stood against them?

If we had not, neither you nor I should be here, said Lauria. All Gods grant that one day we shall all enjoy our freedom as of right, without keeping it at swords point; but until that day we are prepared to defend our rights with the sword. Now, tell me a little more about yourself. I have heard the story from Jaelle, of course. Your name isshe stumbled over it. Mak-ta-lin Lor-ran? She made a wry face. Will it suit you if you use Jaelles name for you, Margali?

That is my name, Magda said. The name my father and mother gave me; I was born in Caer Donn. I was never called Magda except in the Terran Zone.

Margali, then. And I see you speak the language of the Hellers, and are fluent in casta; can you speak Cahuenga as well?

I can, Magda replied in that language, though my accent is not good.

Your accent is no worse than any other newcomer to the City. Jaelle has told me you can read and write; is this in Standard only, or in casta?

I can read and write casta, she said. For my father was an expert in languages, and he wrote the she hesitated, groping for a Darkovan way to explain a dictionary. A compilation of your language for strangers and foreigners. And my mother was a musician, and made many transcriptions of folk songs and music of the Hellers.

Mother Lauria pushed a pen and a scrap of paper toward her. Let me see you copy this, she said, and Magda looked at the scroll and began to copy the top line; she recognized the scroll as a poem her mother had set to music. She was not used to Darkovan pens, which were not as smooth as the ones she used for her own work. When she finished, Mother Lauria took the paper in her hand.

A clumsy hand and girlish, she said severely, but at least you are not illiterate; many women when they come to us can only spell out their names. You have not the making of a scribe, but I have seen worse.

Magda flushed at this harsh judgment; she felt bruised and offended; she had never been accused of clumsiness in her entire life.

Let us see what we can do with you, then. You are no scribe. Can you sew? Embroider?

No, not even a little, said Magda, remembering her attempt to botch together her trail clothes at Ardais.

Can you cook?

Only for the trail, when traveling.

Can you weave, or do dyeing?

Not even a little.

Do you know anything of plants and gardening?

Even less, I fear.

Can you ride?

Oh, yes, certainly, Magda said, glad to arrive at something which she could do.

Can you saddle your own horse, care for his tack, look after his feed and care? Good; I am afraid we will have to put you to work in the stables, said Mother Lauria. Do you mind?

No, of course not, Magda said. But she had to confess ignorance again when the woman asked if she knew anything of farriery, of metalworking and forging, of veterinary medicine, dairying, cheesemaking, animal husbandry or bootmaking, and she had to answer no to all of these things. Mother Lauria looked a little more approving when Magda said that she had been trained in both armed and unarmed combat; but she said thoughtfully You have a good deal to learn, and Magda guessed that Mother Lauria was as relieved as she was herself when the fair-haired, snub-nosed girl reappeared with trays and jugs.

Ah, here is our dinner. Set it down here, Doria.

The girl uncovered the tray; a bowl of some kind of baked grain with a sauce of vegetables, mugs of something which tasted like buttermilk, and some sliced fruit, preserved in honey or syrup. She gestured to Magda to help herself, and ate in silence for some time. Finally, as she folded her napkin, she asked, How old are you?

Magda assumed she meant Darkovan reckoning, and told her age; only later did she realize that Mother Lauria had been testing to see if she could reckon the difference between the relatively short Terran year and the much longer Darkovan.

You have been married, Margali? Have you a child?

Magda shook her head silently. That had been one of the main causes of tension between them, that she had not given Peter the son he wished for.

Has that marriage been formally dissolved, as I gather you Terrans can do by mutual consent?

Magda was surprised that Mother Lauria knew this much. It has. Terran marriage is not quite like Freemate marriage, but it is nearer to that than to the Darkovan catenas. We agreed to separate more than a year ago.

That is fortunate; if you had a child under the age of fifteen, you would be required to make arrangements for its care. We do not allow women to take refuge here if they have obligations outside which have not been met. I assume you have not an aged parent who is dependent on you?

No; my mother and father have been dead for many years.

Have you another lover now?

Silently Magda shook her head.

Will it be a great hardship to you, to live without a lover? I suppose, since you and your husband have been separated for some time, you have grown accustomed to sleeping alone; but will it be very difficult for you? Or are you perhaps a lover of women? She used the very polite term, and Magda was not offendedshe supposed that any society composed only of women must attract a certain percentage of those who would rather die or renounce everything than marry. She found this line of questioning uncomfortably personal, but she had promised herself that she would answer everything as honestly as she could. I do not think I shall find it unendurably painful, and only after she had spoken did she realize how sarcastic it sounded. Mother Lauria smiled and said, I hope not; but especially during your housebound time, this can be a problem, as anyone but a child would know. Let me thinkit is hard to remember what to ask you. Have you been taught methods to prevent the conception of an unwanted child?

Magda was really shocked now; of course such teaching was routine at puberty for any Terran, male or female, but she had been brought up in Caer Donn and absorbed the Darkovan attitude which considered such things proper only for prostitutes. She said Yes, but wondered what the older woman must think of her, confessing to such knowledge!

Mother Lauria nodded calmly. Good. We have the women in the Towers to thank for that; women who work in the matrixes must not risk interrupting their term by an undesired pregnancy, yet it is not possible to require that they remain celibate, sometimes for many years. There is an ancient bond between the women of Neskaya Tower and the Guild of Renunciates, which goes back to the history of the Guild; we were formed, as you may know, in the days of Varzil the Good, from two separate houses of women; the Priestesses of Avarra, who were an order of Healer-priestesses trained in laran, and the Sisterhood of the Sword, who were, during the time of the Hundred Kingdoms and the Hastur Wars, a guild of woman soldiers and mercenaries. Some day you shall read this history, of course. The Priestesses of Avarra taught us many things which could be done by any women, including those who had no laran, though of course it is easier for those who do. Among the Renunciates, it is criminal to bear a child who is not wanted by mother and father, and for whom no happy home is waiting, so we require this instruction for all our women. She took pity on Magdas embarrassment and said, Oh, my dear, I am sure you feel foolish, but I must deal with blushes, outraged modesty and outright refusal from women who swear they would rather forswear men entirely. But it is our law; every woman, even those who have never lain down with a man and never intend to do so, must know these things. They need never use them, but they may not remain ignorant. Twice in a tenday, at our house meetings, one of our midwives talks to the younger women. Are you strong and healthy? Can you do a good days work without tiring?

Ive never done a great deal of manual work, Magda said, relieved at the change of subject, but when I was traveling I could spend all day in the saddle when I must.

Good; many women who live indoors, doing only womens work, grow sickly for lack of exercise, and we have not so much sunshine here that we can afford to be without it. You may laugh to see grown women playing games and skipping rope like children, but it is not only little girls who need to run about and exercise. I hope you are not too modest to swim when the weather permits?

No, I like to swim, Magda said, but wondered when, on frozen Darkover, the weather permitted!

Are your monthly cycles regular? Do they give you much trouble?

Only when I was living offworld, Magda said; she had found them troublesome in the Empire Training School, adjusting to different gravity and light and circadian rhythms; she had been in and out of the Medic office all the time, while she was on the Alpha planet, and had been given hormone shots and various kinds of treatment. Back on Darkover, she had reverted to her usual good health. She explained that, and added, Before I was sent on this missionthe one to ArdaisI was given treatment by Terran medics to suppress ovulation and menstruation; it is fairly routine for women in the field. At Ardais Jaelle asked me about thisshe thought I was pregnant.

That treatment is something we would find priceless, said Mother Lauria. I hope your Terrans will help us learn it; when women must work alongside men, or travel for a long time in bad weather, it would be a great convenience. Some women have been desperate enough to consider the neutering operation, which is very dangerous. We do have a few drugs which destroy fertility for a period of half a year or more, but they are too strong and dangerous: I do not recommend that any woman use them. But women who have a great deal of trouble with their cycles, or women who have no talent for celibacy and great ease in getting pregnantwell, we elders cannot forbid them that choice. Now there is a very important decision to be made, and you must make it, Margali.

Magda looked at her empty plate. I will do what I can.

You saw the little girl who brought in your dinner? Her name is Doria, and she is fifteen; she will take the oath at Midsummer. She has lived among us since she was born, but the law forbids us to instruct girls below legal age in our ways. So that you, and she, will be in training together. You are not of our world, Margali. Yes, I know you were born here, but your people are so different from ours that some things may be strange and hard to endure.I know so little of the Terrans that I cannot even guess what those things may be, but Jaelle came here at twelve from the Dry-Towns and she had many difficulties; and a few years ago we had a woman here from the rain forests far beyond the Hellers. She had courage toward us, and good will, but she was really ill with the shock of finding so many things new and strange. And most of these were little things which we all accepted as ordinary to life; we had never guessed how hard she would find it. We do not want you to suffer in that way, so there are two courses we can take, Margali.

The old woman looked sharply at Magda.

We can tell all of your sisters here that you are Terran born, and all of us can be alert to help you in small things and make allowances for you. But like all choices, this one would have its price; there would be a barrier between you and your sisters from the beginning, and they might never wholly accept you as one of us. The alternative is to tell them only that you were born in Caer Donn, and let you struggle as best you can with the strangenesses. What do you want to do, Margali?

I never realized what a snob I was, Magda thought. She had not expected them to understand culture shock, and here Mother Lauria was explaining it to her as if she were not very intelligent. I will do what you command, my lady.

She had used the very formal casta word, domna, and Mother Lauria looked displeased.

First of all, I am not my lady, she said. We do not free ourselves from the tyranny of titles imposed by men, only to set up another tyranny among ourselves. Call me Lauria, or Mother if you think I deserve it and you wish to. Give me such respect as you would have given your own mother after you were grown out of her command. And I cannot command you in this; it is you who must live by your decision. I cannot even counsel you properly; I know too little of your people and their ways. I am sure that some day, all of us will have to know you are Terran; do you think you can overcome that strangeness? You need not carry that handicap unless you choose; but they might make more allowances for you&

Magda felt doubtful. Jaelle had known she was Terran, and it had certainly helped ease them through some difficulties. Yet, though she and Jaelle had come to love each other, there had been strangeness between them. She said hesitantly, I willI will defer to your advice, Lauria, but I thinkat firstI would rather be one of you. I suppose all women have strange things to face when they come here.

Lauria nodded. I think you have chosen rightly, she said. It might have been easier the other way; but this very ease might have left unresolved some strangenesses you would never settle. And I suppose you do truly want to be one of usthat you are not merely studying us for your Terran records. She smiled as she said it, but Magda detected a faint lift, almost of question in her voice, as if even Mother Lauria doubted her sincerity. Well, she would simply have to prove herself.

Mother Lauria looked at an ancient clock, the kind with hands and some internal mechanism with a swinging pendulum. She rose to her feet.

I have an appointment in the city, she said, and Magda remembered that this woman was the President of the Guild of Craftswomen. Since you have no close friend in the house now, I have told the dormitory keepers to give you a room by yourself; later, if you make a friend and wish to share a room with her, there will be time enough to change. Magda was grateful for that; until this moment it had not occurred to her that she might have been thrust into a room filled with two or three other women, all of whom had known one another most of their lives.

Mother Lauria touched the little bell. You are not afraid to sleep alone, are you? No, I suppose not, but there are women who come to us who have never been alone in their lives, nurses and nannies when they are small, maids and lady-companions when they are older; we have had women go into a screaming panic when they find themselves alone in the dark. She touched Magdas hair lightly and said, I will see you tonight at dinner. Courage, Margali; live one day at a time, and remember nothing is ever as bad or as good as you think it will be. Now Doria will show you over the house.

Magda wondered, as Mother Lauria went away, Do I really look that frightened?

A few minutes later the young girl Doria came back.

Mother says I am to show you around. Lets pick up the trays and dishes first and take them out to the kitchen.

The kitchen was deserted, except for a small dark-haired woman, drowsing as she waited for two huge bowlfuls of bread dough to rise. She raised her eyes sleepily as Doria introduced Magda to her.

Margali, this is Irmelinshe is our housekeeper this half-year; we take turns helping her in the kitchen, but there are enough of us living here that no one needs to do kitchen duty more than once in a tenday. Irmelin, this is our new sister, Margali nhawhat was it, Margali?

Ysabet, Magda said.

I saw you last night, Irmelin said. You came in with Jaelleare you her lover?

Mother Lauria had asked her this too. Reminding herself not to be angryshe was in another world nowshe shook her head. Noher oath-daughter, no more.

Really? Irmelin asked, obviously skeptical, but she only looked at the bread dough. It wont have risen enough to knead for another hourshall I help you show her around the house?

Mother Lauria told me to do ityou can stay in the kitchen and keep warm, Doria laughed. We all know that is why you volunteered to keep house this term, so you could sit by the fire like a cat. Irmelin only chuckled, and Doria added, Do you need anything from the greenhouse for supper, fresh vegetables, anything? Margali has no duties yet, she can help me fetch it.

You might ask if there are any melons ripe, Irmelin said. I think we are all tired of stewed fruit and want something fresh. Irmelin yawned and looked drowsily at the bread dough again, and Doria went out, fanning herself vigorously with her apron, pulling Magda after her.

Phew, I hate the kitchen on baking days, its too hot to breathe! But Irmelin makes good breadits surprising how many women cant make bread thats fit to eat. Remind me to tell you sometime about the time when Jaelle took her turn as housekeeper, and Gwennis and Rafaella threatened to dump her out naked in the next blizzard if she didnt get someone else to make the bread Doria chattered on, still fanning herself. It was certainly not too hot in the drafty corridor between kitchen and the long dining room where she had sat last night, a stranger, hiding in Jaelles shadow. And now it was her home for half a year, at least. There were long tables which would, Magda supposed, seat forty or fifty women, piled at one end, stacks of plates and bowls, covered with towels, awaiting the evening. Behind the dining hall was a greenhousethe inevitable feature of most homes in Thendarawith solar collectors, and a woman wearing a huge overall wrap, kneeling in the dirt and patting soil around the roots of some plant Magda did not recognize. She was a big woman, with curly, almost frizzy straw-colored hair, her fingers grubby with soil.

Rezi, this is Margali nha Ysabet, Jaelles oath-daughter. Irmelin asked me if there was any fresh fruit for tonight.

Not tonight or tomorrow, said Rezi, but perhaps after that; I have a few berries for Byrna

Why should Byrna have them when there are not enough for us all? demanded Doria, and Rezi chuckled. Her accent was coarse and country; she looked like one of the peasant women Magda had seen in the Kilghard hills, working in field or byre.

Marisela ordered it; when youre pregnant youll get the first berries too, Rezi said, laughing.

Doria giggled and said, Ill make do with stewed fruit!

They went on through the greenhouse, into the stable where half a dozen horses were kept with several empty stalls; a barn behind, clean and whitewashed with a pleasant smell of hay, held about half a dozen milk animals, and a small dairy where, Doria informed her, they made all their own butter and cheese. Shining wooden molds, well-scrubbed, hung on the wall, but again, the place was deserted. A winter garden, with scattered straw banking some buried root vegetables, looked bleak and chilly. Magda was shivering; Doria said, surprised, Are you cold? She herself had not even bothered to pull her shawl about her shoulders. I thought you were from Caer Donn; it doesnt seem cold at all, not to me. But we can go inside, she agreed, and led the way through a huge room which she called the armorythere were weapons hanging on the wallsbut which looked to Magda more like a gymnasium, with mats on the floors and a sign reading, in very evenly printed casta: Leave your shoes neatly at the side; someone could fall over them. There was a small changing room at the side, with towels and odd garments hanging on hooks, which reminded Magda of the Recreation Building in Unmarried Womens Headquarters. Behind it was a larger room filled, to Magdas amazement, with steam, and hidden in the steam, a pool of apparently hot water. She had heard that there were many private houses in Thendara located over hot springs, but this was the first time she had seen it. Another sign read Please be courteous to other women; wash your feet before entering pool.

This was built only four or five years ago, said Doria. One of our rich patrons had it built in the house; before that, we had only the tubs on the dormitory floors! Its very good after unarmed-combat lessons, to soak out the bruises! Rafi and Camilla are wonderful teachers, but they are rough on anyone they suspect of slacking! Ive had lessons since I was eight years old, but Rafi is my oath-mother and my foster-mother, and she doesnt like to teach me. Come, lets go upstairs, she added, and they went along another corridor to the stairs. Here is the nursery at the top of the landingthere is no one in it now except Felicias little boy, and he will leave us in another moon; no male child over five may live in the Guild House. But Byrna will have a baby in another month, she said, opening the door to the room, where a small boy was playing with some toy horses on a rug before the fire, and a young woman, sewing on something, sat in an armchair.

How are you today, Byrna? This is Margali nha Ysabet, she is new

I saw her last night at supper, Byrna said, while Magda wondered if every woman in the house had noticed her. She rose restlessly, pacing the room. Im tired of dragging around like this, but Mansela said it would be at least another tenday, perhaps a whole moon. Where is Jaelle? I had hardly a minute to speak with her last night!

Magda realized again how popular her friend must be. She is working in the Terran Trade City.

Byrna made a face. Among the Terranan? I thought that was against the Guild House laws! The tone of her voice made Magda realize how wise she had been to conceal her identity. She knew in general terms of the prejudice against Terrans but had never encountered it at close range before. Byrna asked, What is your House, sister? and Magda replied, This one, I supposeI am here for half a year training

Well, I hope you will be happy here, Byrna said. Ill try to help make you welcome when this is over she patted her bulging belly.

Doria jeered. Maybe next Midsummer youll sleep alone!

Damn right, said Byrna, and Magda mentally filed that away with what Mother Lauria had told her about contraceptives. Where is she going to sleep, Doria? In your room?

Doria giggled. There are five of us in there already. Mother Lauria said shes to have Shernas room while Shemas in Nevarsin. She led Magda along the hallway, pushing open the door of a room with half a dozen beds. She said We got permission this year for all of us to shareMother Millea said we could all room together if we promised to be quiet so others could have their sleep. We have a lot of fun. Here are the baths she pushed a door, showing a room with tubs and sinks, and here is where you put your laundry, and here is the sewing room, if anything needs mending and you cant do it yourself. And this is Shernas roomyours now; she and Gwennis shared it for two years, then Gwennis moved in with her friend She gave the word the inflection which made it also mean lover. Well, that must be commonplace enough, Irmelin had asked it about her, casually, and gone on to make a comment about the bread dough!

Doria pointed to a bundle on the bed. Mother Lauria arranged with the sewing room to find you some spare clothes nightgowns, undertunics, and a set of work clothes if you have to work in the garden or stable. I think most of them were Byrnasshe is so pregnant now that she cant wear any of her clothes, but by the time she has her baby and needs them back, youll have made your own.

Well, thought Magda, looking at the clothes on the bed, they were sparing no pains to make her feel welcome; they had even included a comb and hairbrush, and some extra wool socks, as well as a warm fleecy thing she presumed was a bathrobe; it was fur-lined and looked luxurious. The room was simply furnished with a narrow bed, a small carved-wood chest, and a low bench with a bootjack.

Doria stood watching her. You know that you and I are to take training together? But you are so much older than Ihow did you come to the Amazons?

Magda told as much of the truth as she could. She said A kinsman of mine was held to ransom by the bandit Rumal di Scarp; there was no one but I to ransom him, so I went alone, and wore Amazon dress to protect myself on the road; when I met with Jaelles band on the road I was discovered and forced to take the oath.

Donas eyes widened. But I heardwas that you? It is like a romance! But I heard that Jaelles oath-daughter had been sent to Neskaya! Camilla told us, when she came back after escorting Sherna and Devra to Nevarsin, and bringing Maruca and Viviana homethat must be why Irmelin thought you were Jaelles lover, that you had come here on purpose to be with Jaelle! But Jaelle is working now in the Terran Zone, isnt she?

Magda decided she had answered enough questions. How did you come to the Amazons so young, Doria?

I was fostered here, Doria answered. Rafaellas sister is my motheryou know Rafaella, dont you? Jaelles partner

I have not yet met her; but Jaelle has told me about her.

Rafaella is a kinswoman of Jaelles foster-mother Kindra. Rafi bore three children, but they were all boys The third time, she and her sister were pregnant at the same timeand the father of Rafis child was my father, you see? So when Rafi had another boy, my mother wanted a son, so they traded the children for fosterage; Rafaellas baby was brought up as my mothers son and my fatherswhich of course he isand Rafaella took me, when I was not three days old, and nursed me and everything, here in the Guild House. I am really Doria nha Graciela, but I call myself Doria nha Rafaella, because Rafi is the only mother I ever really knew.

Magda was furiously making mental notes. She knew that sisters frequently shared a lover or even a husband, and that fosterage was common, but this arrangement still seemed bizarre to her.

But I am standing here chattering instead of telling you what you ought to know. Some years we each look after our own rooms, but this year in House meeting we chose to have two women from our corridor sweep the floors every day and mop them every tenday. You must keep your boots and sandals in your chest, it is hard on the sweepers to have to sweep around and over them, so anything lying on the floor, they will pick up and throw in a big barrel in the hall and you will have to hunt for them. Do you play the harp or the ryll or the lute? Too bad; Rafi has been wishing for another musician in the house. Byrna sings well, but now she is short of breath all the timeI thought when I grew up to have no ear for music that Rafi would disown me! She has Doria broke off as a bell in the lower part of the house began to ring.

Oh, merciful Goddess!

What is that, Doria? Not the dinner-bell already?

No whispered Doria, That bell is rung only when some woman comes to take refuge with us; sometimes it does not ring twice in a year, and now we have two newcomers in one day? Come, we must go down at once!

She pulled Magda hastily toward the stairs and they ran down together. Magda, hurrying behind her, felt a curious little prickle which she had come to know as premonition; this is something very important to me& but dismissed it, as anxiety born of Dorias excitement, and the stress of so many new things happening to her. Irmelin stood in the hallway, with Mother Lauria, and between them a frail-looking woman, bundled in heavy shawls and cumbered with heavy skirts. She stood swaying, clutching at the railing as if she were about to faint.

Mother Lauria looked about the women gathering quickly in the hall; many of the women Magda had seen last night at dinner, but she did not know their names. Then she turned to the fainting newcomer. What do you ask here? Somehow, Magda felt, the words had the force of ritual. Have you come to seek refuge?

The woman whispered faintly Yes.

Do you ask only shelter, my sister? Or is your will to take the oath of a Renunciate?

The oath the woman whispered. She swayed, and Mother Lauria gestured to her to sit down.

You are ill; you need answer no questions at present, my sister. She looked around at the women in the hallway, and her glance singled out Magda and Doria where they stood at the foot of the stairs.

You two are new-come among us; you three will be together in training, should this woman take oath, so I choose you as her oath-sisters, and She looked around, evidently searching for someone. At last she beckoned.

Camilla nha Kyria, she said, and Magda saw, with a curious sense of inevitability, the tall, thin emmasca who had witnessed her oath to Jaelle. Camilla, you three take her away, cut her hair, make her ready to take the oath if she is able.

Camilla came and put her arm around the strange woman, supporting the frail, swaying body. Come with me, sister, she said, Here, lean on me she spoke in the impersonal inflection, but her voice was kind. She suddenly saw Magda, and her face lighted. Margali! Oath-sister, is it you? I thought you had gone to Neskaya! You must tell me all about it, she said, but later; for now we must help this woman. Here she gestured, put your arm under hers; she cannot walk

Magda put her arm around the apparently fainting woman, but the woman flinched and cried out, in a weak voice, drawing away from the touch. Camilla led her into a little room near Mother Laurias office, and lowered her into a soft chair.

Have you been ill-used? she asked, and took away the shawl, then cried out in dismay.

The womans dressexpensively cut, of richly dyed woolen cloth trimmed in furwas cut to ribbons, and the blood had soaked through, turning the cloth to clotted black through which crimson still oozed.

Camilla whispered, Avarra protect us! Who has done this to you? But she did not wait for an answer. Doria, run to the kitchen, bring wine and hot water and fresh towels! Then see if Marisela is in the house, or if she has gone out into the city to deliver a child somewhere. Margali, come here, help me get these things off her!

Magda came, helping Camilla get off the cut and slashed tunic, gown, underlinen; they were all finely cut and embroidered with copper threads; she wore an expensive copper-filigree butterfly clasp in her fair hair. Magda stood by, helping and holding things, as Camilla bared the woman to the waist, sponged the dreadful cuts; what could possibly have inflicted them? The woman endured their ministrations without crying out, though they must have been hurting terribly; when they had done, Camilla put a light shift on her, tying the drawstrings loosely around her neck, and covered her with a warm robe. Doria came back, troubled, reporting that Marisela was not in the house.

Then find Mother Millea, Camilla ordered, and Domna Fiona. She is a judge in the City Court, and we must make a sworn statement about this womans condition, so that we may legally give her shelter. She is not strong enough to take the oath; we must put her to bed, and have her nursed

The woman struggled upright. No, she whispered, I want to take the oathto be here by right, not by charity

Magda whispered, more to herself than to anyone else, But what has happened to her! What could have inflicted such wounds

Camillas face was like stone. She has been beaten like an animal, the emmasca said. I have scars much like those. Child she bent over the woman lying in the chair, I know what it is to be ill-used. Margaliyou will find scissors in the drawer of the table. And as Magda put them into her hand, Camilla asked, What is your name?

Keitha the word was only a whisper.

Keitha, the laws require that you must show your intent by cutting a single lock of your hair; if you have the strength to do this, I will do the rest for you.

Give methe scissors. She sounded resolute, but her fingers hardly had strength to grasp them. She struggled to get them into her hands. She grabbed a lock of her hair, which had been arranged in two braids, and fumbled to cut it; struggled hard with the scissors, but had not the strength to cut through the braid. She gestured, whispering Please

At the gesture Camilla unraveled the braid, and Keitha snipped fiercely, chopping off two ragged handfuls of hair. There! she said wildly, tears starting from her eyes. Nowlet me take the oath

Camilla held a cup of wine to her lips. As soon as you are strong enough, sister.

No! Now & Keitha insisted; then her hands released the scissors, which slithered softly to the floor, and she fell back, unconscious, into Camillas arms.

Mother Lauria said quietly, Take her upstairs, and Magda, following Camillas soft command, helped Camilla to carry the unconscious woman up the stairway and into an empty room.

CHAPTER FOUR

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The waterhole lay dark, oozing black mud and darker shadows; but behind the rocks, the crimson sun was rising. She was old enough to know what was happening on the other side of the fire, she was twelve years old, and in Shainsa a girl of twelve was old enough to be chained, old enough to be near at hand in the birthing rooms. But these women with unchained hands, these Amazons, they had sent her away as if she was only a child herself. Beyond the fire, in the growing sunrise, she could hear her mothers voice, feel the pain thrusting through her own body like knives, see the carrion birds circling lower and lower as the sun rose; and now the sunlight was like the blood poured out on the sands, like the stabbing feel of knives and her mothers anguish, pouring through her body and her mind&

Jaelle! Jaelle, it was worth it all, you are free, you are free& but her hands were chained, and she was struggling, screaming, crying out&

Hush, love, hush& and Peter was patiently untangling her flailing hands from the bedclothes, cradling her in his arms. Its only a nightmare, its all right

Only another nightmare. Another. God above, shes been having them every night. I dont know what to do for her.

Jaelle squirmed away from him, not quite sure why, only knowing that she did not want to be too close just now. She sought his face, frowning, troubled, for the hostility she could not find in his gentle voice.

Kyril she muttered. No. For a moment I thought you you were my cousin Kyril

He laughed softly. That would give anybody nightmares, I guess. Here, count my fingers. Only five. He pressed his hand against hers and she smiled faintly at the old joke between them. He was so like her cousin, Kyril Ardais, save for the six-fingered hands Kyril had inherited from his mother, Lady Rohana.

Kyrils hands, fumbling about her all that summer, until she had finally, sobbing with wrath and humiliation, had to use on him the Amazon training which made a trained Renunciate almost impossible to dominate. A Renunciate, they used to say, can be killed, but never raped.

For Rohanas sake she had not wanted to hurt him&

Honey, are you all right? Peter asked. Should I go and get a Medic? Youve been having these nightmares every night& how long is it now? Ten days, eleven?

She tried to focus on his words. They seemed to have some strange echo that ached in the palms of her hands, reverberated in her sinuses. The edges of the room seemed to be outlined with fuzzy lights, swelling up and shrinking and swelling again to loom over her. Her eyes hurt, and she jumped up with a wavering surge of nausea, dashing for the bath. The retching spasms shattered the last remnants of dream; she could not remember now what she had been dreaming, except for a curious taste and smell of blood in her mouth. She swallowed the flat sickly water from the shower, trying in vain to rinse it away, and Peter, troubled, went into the refreshment console and dialled her some kind of cool drink. He held it to her lips.

I am going to take you to a Medic tomorrow, love, he said, watching her finish the drink, which bubbled and stung her lips; when she put it away he shook his head.

Finish it, it will settle your stomach. Better? He examined the headset on the pillow; somehow she had torn it loose in the dream. There must be something wrong with the language program they gave you, or the D-alpha is out of synchthat can mess up your balance centers, he mused, holding it. Or maybe it just stirred up something in your subconscious. Take it up to Medic tomorrow, and ask them to adjust it on the EEC file they have for you. He might, she thought distantly, just as well have been speaking in some language from another Galaxy; she didnt know what he was talking about and didnt care. He held the earpiece to his temple, shrugged. It sounds all right to me, but Im no expert. Come on back to bed, sweetheart.

Oh, no, she said, without thinking, Im not sleeping under that damned thing again!

But, love, its just a machine, he said, even if it is out of adjustment, it wont really hurt you. Baby, dont be unreasonable, he added, his arm around her shoulders, Youre not some ignorant native, from out inoh, the Dry Townsto get all shaky, just at a piece of machinery, are you? He pulled her down on the pillow. None of us could get along without the sleep-learner tapes.

They lay down again, but Jaelle only dozed fitfully, trying to hear the soft words of the sleeplearner consciously, so that she would not sink again into the morass of nightmare. They had become constant; maybe there was something wrong with the machine? But the nightmares, she remembered, had started before she had brought home the tapes for the machine Piedro called a D-alpha corticator. She would have liked to blame it all on the machine, but she was afraid that was not possible.

Some time before the alarm was due to ring, he woke sleepily, moved it so it would not interrupt them, and began softly caressing her. Still more than half asleep, she yielded herself to this comfort which had become so central to her life and being; she let herself rise with him, as if flying above the world, soaring without gravity or bonds; held tightly in his arms, she shared the delight he knew in possessing her, binding her close with his passion. She had never been closer to him; she reached out blindly to be closer still, closer, seeking that last unknown which would actually merge them into one anothers mind and flesh&

My flesh. My woman. My son, immortality& mine, mine, mine&

It was not words. It was not feeling alone. It lay deeper than that, further into the base of the mind, at the very depths and foundation of the masculine self. Jaelle did not have the education to speak in the language of the Towers, about the layers of conscious and unconscious mind, masculine and feminine polarity; she could only sense it directly, deep in nerves long denied such awareness. She only knew that what was happening was making things come alive in her body and mind that were not sexual at all, and were quite at variance with what was going on. And some isolated, uncommitted fragment of herself rebelled, in words from the Amazon Oath:

I will give myself only in my own time and season& I will never earn my bread as the object of any mans lust& I swear I will bear no child to any man for house or heritage, clan or inheritance, pride or posterity&

Or pride& or pride& or pride&

And at the very moment when she was ready to rip herself from his arms, tear herself away from what had once been the greatest delight in the world, something within her body, deep in a part not subject to conscious will, told her, no, not now, nothing will happen&

She did not move or draw away from him; she simply lay quietly, not responding, yet too well bred to rouse a man and leave him unsatisfied. But whatever had been binding them together had withdrawn; he was still holding her, caressing her, but slowly, the desire in him ebbed as her own had done, and he lay looking at her, baffled and dismayed. She felt herself hurting inside at the trouble in his eyes.

Oh, Piedro, Im sorry! she cried, at the very moment he released her, murmuring Jaelle, Im sorry

She drew a long breath, burying her head in his bare shoulder. It wasnt your fault. I guess its just notnot the right time.

And you were already feeling rotten, with all the nightmares, he said, generously ready to make for her the excuses she could not offer for herself; she knew it, and pain stabbed at her again. He got up, and went to fetch a couple of self-heating containers. Look what I got for us; I know a fellow on the kitchen staff. Coffee; just what you need at this hour. He pulled the tab for hers, and handed it to her, steaming. It was hot, anyhow, and the taste didnt seem to matter. As she sipped it, he nuzzled her neck.

Youre so beautiful. I love your hair when its this long. Dont ever cut it again, all right?

She smiled and patted his cheek, still rough where he had not yet shaved. How would you feel if I asked you to wear a beard?

Oh, come on, he said, appalled, You wouldnt do that, would you?

She laughed softly. I only meant I wouldnt ask it, love, its your face. And its my hair.

Oh, hell! He rolled away from her, looking stubborn. Dont I have any rights, woman?

Rights? In my hair? It touched the same raw nerve that the moment of deep seeing into his pride had touched; she set her lips and pushed the coffee away. She looked deliberately at the clock face and asked Do you want to shower first?

He rolled out and headed toward the bath, while she sat holding her head, trying to focus her eyes on the coffee containers and the wisps of steam that still leaked from them.

The room seemed to be pulsing, getting smaller and larger, higher now, then pressing down on her head. Something, she thought, is wrong with me. Peter, coming from the shower, saw her bending over, holding her head, fighting the compelling sickness to which she refused to give way.

Honey, are you all right? And then, with a smile of concerned pleasure, Jaelle, you dont supposeare you pregnant?

No. It was like a message from deep within her body. She snapped Of course not, and went to dress. But he hovered near, saying You cant be surehadnt you better check with the Medic anyhow? and she thought, how am I so sure?

I refuse to be sick today, I simply wont give in to it.

She said, I have a report to finish, and got out of bed. As she forced herself to move, the dizziness receded, and the world became solid again. She was accustomed, by now, to the Terran uniform, the long tights which were astonishingly warm for such thin material, the close-cut tunic. Peter, smelling of soap and the fresh uniform cloth, came to hug her, murmur something reassuring, and dash off.

He wasnt like this at Ardais, she thought fuzzily, and put that away in her mind to think about when it would be less disturbing.

She had long finished the reporting of her trip to Ardais and was working now in Magdas old office in Communications, doing work she considered pointless, upgrading a standard dictionarythat was what Bethany called itof Darkovan idioms. At least she wasnt working with the damnable sleep-learner-tapes, though she imagined that the work would be transferred eventually to such a tape.

I wonder if the sleep-learnerwhat did Peter call it, D-alpha corticatoris whats giving me these nightmares? Even he suggested that was a possibility! Im never going to use it again Ill sleep on the floor if I have to!

But she worked on conscientiously, upgrading outdated idioms and slang popular in her own childhood, recalling commonplace terms and vulgar language more common than the extremely polite ones. Well, this dictionary had been compiledshe rememberedby Magdas father, years ago in Caer Donn. No one would have used vulgar idiom in front of a learned scholar who was, moreover, an alien. But there were phrases she knew that she would blush to include on a language program to be used before men; furthermore, she was a little doubtful if these particular idioms were ever used among women, except in the Guild Houses.

The fact is, she thought, and wondered why it depressed her, I do not really know how ordinary women talk, except for Lady Rohana. I went so young to the Guild House as Kindras fosterling!

Well, she would do what she could, as well as she could, and that was all they could rationally expect of her. She was not fully aware that she was stiff with resentment at the unaccustomed uniform, the collar-tab which held the throat-microphone so that she was, for all practical purposes, wired into their machines, the tights which made her legs feel naked. Nakedness would not have bothered her at all, inside the Guild House with her sisters, but in an office where men came through now and againthough, admittedly, not very oftenshe felt exposed, and tried to pretend that her desk and consoles could conceal her from them. Once a man walked past her desknot anyone she knew, an anonymous technician who had come to do something mysterious at Bethanys terminal, pulling out wires and odd-looking slats and peculiar things.

So thats Haldanes Darkovan squaw. Lucky man. What legs&

She looked up and gave the man a blistering glare before she realized that he had said nothing aloud. Her face burning, she lowered her eyes and pretended that he wasnt there at all. All her life she had been plagued with this intermittent laran that came and went with no control, forcing itself into her consciousness when she had no wish or will to know what was in anothers mind, and often as not, failing her when it would have been priceless. An unwelcome thought intruded on her now, but it was one of her own:

Was I truly reading Peters mind this morning, is that how he sees me?

No. I was sick, hallucinating. I promised him Id see the Medic. Id better go now and arrange it. When the technician had gone, she asked Bethany:

How do I arrange to see someone in Medic?

Just go up there, on your meal break, or after work, Bethany told her. Someone will make time to see you. Whats the matter? Sick?

Im not sure, Jaelle said, Maybe its thethe corticator; Peter said it could give me nightmares like that.

Bethany nodded without interest. If its not adjusted properly it can do that. Dont bother Medic with it; take the unit up to Psych and theyll adjust it. But if the headaches or nightmares keep up, you probably ought to see a Medic. Or if youre pregnant or something like that.

Oh, no, said Jaelle promptly, then wondered, how did she know, why was she so sure? Maybe she had better check out the Medic after all. She would go on her meal breakshe wasnt hungry and the kind of food she could get at the cafeteria at lunchtime wasnt the kind she would regret missing.

But shortly before the time when they left their desks for the meal, there was a curious beeping noise from her desk console.

She stared, wondering if she had broken something, if she would have to summon back that technician who had looked at her so offensively.

Bethany

Answer your page call, Jaelle she saw that Jaelle did not understand, and said, My fault, I forgot to show you. Push that button therethat round white thing thats blinking.

Wondering why they called it a buttonit would certainly be hard to sew it on a coat or tunicJaelle gingerly touched the pulsing light.

Mrs. Haldane? The voice was unfamiliar and quite formal. Cholayna Ares, Intelligence. Could you come up to my office? Perhaps you would be willing to have lunch with me; I would like to talk with you.

Jaelle already knew enough about Terran speech patterns to know that the words, framed as a polite request, were actually a command, and that there was no question of refusal. She was in Magdas place; the woman she had met last night in Peters company was Magdas superior officerat least that was one way of describing itand therefore Jaelles as well. She said, trying to tailor her words to Terran forms of politeness, I should be pleased; Ill be there at once.

Thank you, said Cholaynas voice, and the light blinked off.

Bethany raised her eyebrows.

Wonder what she wants? Id surely like to know how she wangled this post out of Head Center! Intelligence, for heavens sake, when she couldnt go into the field anywhere on this planet! Of course, all she has to do is sit in her office and boss everybody around like a spider in the middle of her web, but an Intelligence officer ought to be able to blend into the scenery, and shell never be able to do that here! Of course, Head Center may have forgotten what a freak this planet is, and Ill bet anything Cholayna didnt know when she put in for transfer here

I dont think I quite understand, Jaelle said, wondering if she ought to be offended, Why is this planet such a freak?

Its one of the half-dozen or so Empire planets which were settled entirely by a homogeneous group, colonists from one ethnic area, Bethany said. And though there may have been a few blacks, orientals or what have you on the original ships crew, genetic drift and interbreeding lost those traits a thousand years before the Empire rediscovered you. A planet with 100 percent white population is rarer than a hen hatched out with teeth!

Jaelle thought about that for a moment. Yes, she had noticed Cholaynas bark-brown skin and bright brown eyes, but she had simply believed that perhaps the woman had nonhuman blood; there were tales in the mountain of crossbreeds with trailmen or even catmen now and then, though the kyrri and cralmacs did not, of course, interbreed with humans. But in the Ages of Chaos, she added, explaining this, humans were often artificially interbred with cralmacs; I simply thought she was only part human, thats all.

Dont let Cholayna hear you say that, Bethany said, with a shocked grimace. In the Empire, calling someone half-human is the dirtiestnot the second dirtiestthing you can say to them, believe me.

Jaelle started to express her shockwhat disgusting prejudice! but then she remembered that among ignorant peoples, even here, there were certain prejudices against nonhumans, and there was no accounting for custom and taboo. Dont try to buy fish in the Dry Towns. She held her peace, wondering why, with the vaunted Empire medical technology, they had not discovered or rediscovered this technique and why they did not make use of it.

She said I had better go up to the Intelligence Office. No, thank you, I can find the way myself.

Cholayna made Jaelle comfortable in a soft chair, and ordered up lunch for her from the console, which seemed to have more choices than the lunch cafeteria.

I havent had much chance to talk to anyone Darkovan, she said frankly, and I know that on this planet I wont be able to do field work; so I have to depend on my field agents. Im here to organize an Intelligence department, not to work in it. Ill have to depend on you, and on anyone else here who knows the planet and grew up in the field. I didnt want to lose Magda Lorne, but I wasnt given the choice. I want to feel I can rely on you, Mrs Haldane, as I would have relied on Magda. I hope we can be friends.

Jaelle put a fork into her food before replying. She had never known a woman who was neither the property of some man, nor yet a Renunciate. At last she said, If you want to be my friend, you can start by not calling me Mrs. Haldane. Peter and I are not married di catenas and the Renunciates Oath forbids that I shall wear any mans namethough I cant seem to make Records understand that.

Ill try and have it fixed, Cholayna said, and Jaelle could see the womans lively brown eyes absorbing the information. What should I call you, then?

I am Jaelle nha Melora. Should we truly come to be friends, my sisters in the Guild House call me Shaya.

Jaelle, then, for the moment, said Cholayna, and Jaelle noted with appreciation that she did not hurry to use the intimate name. I was Magdas friend as well as her teacher, I think. And there is a good deal you can do for us here; I am sure you know that we have agreed to train a group of young women in Medic; perhaps you can make it easier for them among us. You are the first, you know.

Jaelle smiled. But I am not, of course. Two of my Guild sisters worked on the Spaceport when you were building it.

Cholayna said, surprised, Our employment rolls show no sign of Darkovan women employed

Jaelle laughed. They were both emmascaneutered; you probably thought them men, and of course they would have taken mens names. They wished to see what your people were like, who had come from beyond the stars, Jaelle said. She forbore to add that what they had told, in the Guild House, had been the subject of many jokes, some vulgar.

Cholayna laughed softly. I should have known that while we were studying you, you would be studying us in return. I will not ask you what you thought of us. Neither of us knows the other well enough for that, not yet.

Jaelle was pleasantly surprised. This was truly the first Empire subject she had met who did not jump to unjustified conclusions about Darkovan culture. Perhaps Cholayna was the first truly educated Terran she had met, except for Magda, who was more Darkovan than Terran.

Are you sure you have had enough to eat? More coffee? You are sure? Cholayna asked, and at Jaelles refusal, shoved the dishes into the disposal unit, and took up a cassette from her desk. Jaelle recognized her own writing on the label; it was the report she had made up about Peters ransom and their winter at Ardais. One with Peters familiar label was beside it.

I see from this, she said, that you were born in the Dry Towns, and lived there until you were almost twelve years old.

Jaelle wondered suddenly if the lunch she had eaten had contained something poisonous to her; her stomach heaved, reminding her that she had intended to go and see the Medic. She said curtly, I left Shainsa when I was twelve and have never returned. I know very little of the Dry Towns: I have even forgotten the dialect of Shainsa and speak it like any stranger.

Cholayna looked at her silently for a long moment. Then she said, Twelve years is long enough. At twelve, a child is formedsocially, sexually, the personality is fully created and cannot really be changed thereafter. You are far more a product of the Dry Towns than you are, for instance, a product of the Renunciates Guild House.

Jaelle caught her breath, not knowing whether the flooding emotion was rage, dismay or simple disbelief. She found herself actually on her feet, every muscle tensed.

How dare you? she almost spat the words at Cholayna, You have no right to say that!

Cholayna blinked, but did not give ground before the flood of fury. Jaelle, my dear, I wasnt speaking of you personally, of course; I was simply restating one of the best established facts of human psychology; if you took it as a personal attack, I am sorry. Whether we like it or not, its a fact; the earliest impressions made on our minds are the lasting ones. Why should it trouble you so much to think that you might be basically a product of Dry-Town culture? Remember, I know very little about it, and there is very little about it in the HQ files; I must rely on you to tell me. What did I say to make you so angry?

Jaelle drew a long breath and discovered that her jaw was aching behind her clenched teeth. At last she said II did not mean to attack you personally, either. I and she had to stop again and swallow and unclench her teeth; if she had been wearing a dagger, she realized, she would have drawn it, and perhaps, before she thought, used it, too. Why did I explode like that? The rage slowly drained from her, leaving bewilderment behind.

You must be mistaken, in this case at least. If I were a product of the Dry Towns, I should be aa chattel, as women are there; chained, some mans property; a woman unchained is a scandalshe must bear the mark of some mans ownership. I swore the Renunciates oath as soon as I was old enough, and I havehave forgotteneverything I have done since I left the Dry Towns has been a way of

She stopped, her voice trailing into silence, completing in her mind, a way of proving to myself that I would never wear chains for any man& Kindra said once to me that most women, and most men too. believe themselves free and weight themselves with invisible chains&

Cholayna brushed her hand absently over her silver-white hair.

If everything you have done since you left the Dry Towns has been a way of proving that you were not one of them, then, whether you live by their precepts or no, they have formed everything you have done. If they had left no influence on you, you would have chosen your way without thinking whether it was their way or the reversewouldnt you?

Jaelle muttered I suppose so. She was still carefully breathing, forcing herself to relax, to unclench her fists.

Cholayna added, casually, I know little of the Renunciates, either. You spoke of the Oath, and so did Magda, but I know nothing of it. Is it a secret, or can you tell me what a Renunciate, a Free Amazon, swears?

Jaelle said tiredly, The oath is not secret. I will gladly tell you. She began From this day henceforth I swear

Wait Cholayna lifted a hand. May I turn on a recording device for the records?

There was that word again! But what was the point in arguing? It was, perhaps, the only way to make the Guild House comprehensible to an outsider. She said, Certainly, and waited.

From this day I renounce the right to marry save as a freemate; no man shall bind me di catenas and I will dwell in no mans house as a barragana, she began, and steadily recited the Oath from beginning to end. How could Cholayna believe that she, if she were truly, as the woman said, a product formed by the Dry-Town culture, without hope of change in personality or sexuality or will, could have freely chosen the Oath? Ridiculous, on the face of it!

Cholayna listened quietly, nodding once or twice at some provision or other.

This is, of course, not strange to me, she said, for in the Empire, and particularly on the Alpha planet where I grew up, it was taken for granted that women had these rights and responsibilities; although we also admit, she said with a faint smile, that the father of a child also has rights and responsibilities in determining care and upbringing. Some day, if you wish, I should like to discuss this with you at length. Also, I can see why it was that the Free Amazonsforgive me, the Renunciates were the first Darkovan women to seek to learn from the Terrans. I have two things to ask of you. The first is that you should visit Magda in the Guild House and talk with her about choosing suitable women as candidates for Medic trainingor whatever else seems suitable.

That will be my pleasure, Jaelle said formally, but her mind ran counterpoint, If she thinks I will help to persuade our women to act as Intelligence spies, she may think again.

Jaelle, what was your work among thethe Renunciates? What sort of work do they do?

Any honest work, Jaelle said, Among us there are bakers, cheese-makers, midwivesoh, yes, we train midwives especially in the Guild House in Arilinnherb sellers, confectioners, mercenary soldiers Abruptly she stopped, realizing where this line of questioning was leading.

No, we are not all soldiers, Cholayna, nor mercenaries, nor sword-women: if I had to gain my porridge with the sword, I should have starved long ago. The outsiders think always of the more visible Free Amazons, the ones who hire out as soldiers and mercenaries. There was a time, long ao, when there was a Sisterhood of the Swordin the Ages of Chaosit was dissolved when the Guild, the Comhi-letzii, were formed. The Sisterhood were mercenaries and soldiers, then. You asked what I did? I am a travel-organizer; we provide escort for ladies traveling alone, at least that was how it started, because we could chaperone as well as guide and protect. Later, men also came to us, so that we could tell them how many pack-beasts to hire, what food to buy for them, and how much they would need for the journeywe also act as guides through the worst country and the mountain passes. She smiled a little, forgetting her anger. They say now that an Amazon guide will go where no man in the Hellers will dare to set his foot.

That would be invaluable to us, Cholayna said quietly. Mapping and Exploring can always use guides and personnel who can tell them how to outfit themselves for the weather and the terrain. Lives have been lost for lack of that knowledge. If the Renunciates will consent to work for us, we will be truly grateful. She paused a moment. I wish, too, that you would consent to talk with one of our agents about what you remember of the Dry Towns, however simple. I am not asking that you should spy upon your own people, she added shrewdly, only that you should help to prevent misunderstandingsto tell us what your people think our people should know about your world, forms of courtesy, ways to avoid giving offense by ignorance

Yes, of course, said Jaelle. She could not remember now why she felt so angry at the very thought of talking about the Dry Towns. She was an employee of the Empire, so employed with the consent of her Guild Mothers, and as such she should obey every lawful command of her employer.

For instance, we have an agenthis name is Raymon Kadarinwho is willing to go into the Dry Towns and send back some information from there. I want you to meet him, to see if you think he could go into the Dry Towns without being immediately spotted as a spy. What we know of the Domains she broke off as a light began to blink on her desk with repetitive insistence.

I told those fellows not to disturb us, Cholayna said, frowning slightly, Just let me get rid of them, Jaelle, and well go on. Yes? she snapped, pressing the blinking stud.

The Chiefs on a rampage, said the disembodied voice. Hes looking all over for that Darkovanyou know, Haldanes girl? Finally Beth said she was in your office, and he made a scene. Can you send her down here double-quick and calm him down?

Jaelle felt herself clench tight with wrath. She was not Haldanes girl, she was not a girl at all, she was a woman and an Empire employee in her own right, and if they wanted her, they could have the courtesy to ask for her properly by name! She started to blurt out some of this, then saw Cholayna was frowning, and sensed that the woman was almost equally angry.

Jaelle nha Melora is in my office, and I have not yet finished my conference, said Cholayna coldly. If Montray wishes to speak with her, he may request her to come to his office when I have finished.

Jaelle had met the Legate at the Council and had not liked him. She knew that Magda, too, had small respect for the man who had been her immediate superior; that he knew far less of Darkover than Magda herself, or any of half a dozen agents who worked under him. Peter, too, had said something like that; Granted, the mans a career diplomat, not an Intelligence Agent, but he ought to know something about the world where hes stationed!

Cholayna pushed the button and it went dark. That will hold him for a little while, but I cant guarantee that he wont send for you right away. Ive done my best. She smiled at Jaelle, in a sudden, conspiratorial way, and Jaelle realized she liked this woman, she had one friend here, at least.

Now, how would you like to record what you know of the Dry Towns? Cholayna asked. You can put it into a tape for Records, or you can talk directly to the Agent&

Id rather not do either, Jaelle thought. She hated talking on tape, but she had not learned to relate to the men she found here in the Headquarters. The thought of talking to a strange Terran Agent, to any Terran man without at least the tacit protection of Peters presence, frightened her. Yet the words of the Amazon Oath tormented her. I shall appeal to no man as of right, for protection& what, she thought distractedly, has happened to me, since I have come to live here as Piedros freemate?

Cholayna was still expectantly looking at her and Jaelle realized that she had not answered. She stammered, IdId like to think about it a little, before I make up my mind.

What I really want, she thought, is to talk mostly to the women. I feel safe and comfortable with Cholayna, even with Bethany. I feel secure relating to Darkovan men, even those who detest everything the Free Amazons stand for, because I know how to disarm their suspicions, to work among them as one of themselves. She did not think she could learn to do that with Terran men, and she didnt really want to try.

And then she felt ashamed of herself. She was a grown woman, a Renunciate, she should not expect to hide behind Cholayna or even behind Piedro. She said almost aggressively, Ill talk to the Agent, and stared at the floor, uncomfortably conscious that Cholayna was looking at her with sympathy.

Im a big girl now, I dont need to be protected or mothered& she told herself, wishing she could feel the truth of that.

The light on Cholaynas desk blinked again, and she said to it, irritably stabbing with one polished nail at the button, What now?

Mr. Montray to see you, answered the voice, and Cholayna raised her eyebrow.

The mountain cannot fly to the birds, therefore each of the birds must fly to the mountain, she said wryly. That is an old proverb on my planet, Jaelle. Im afraid Ill have to let him in. You can go, if youd rather.

Jaelle shook her head. I shall have to meet him sometime, she said, bracing herself for the graying, disapproving Montray. The man who entered, however, was a stranger, at least twenty years younger than the Legate Jaelle remembered.

You were expecting my father? he asked at Cholaynas look of surprise. Im Wade Montray, and Father sent me up to look the girl over and see what use we could make of her He broke off, looked around at Jaelle and grinned apologetically.

I did not know you were still here; I dont mean to be rude. I believe I saw you at the Council, but we werent formally introduced.

Now she remembered; he, at least, spoke the language flawlessly and had interrupted some of his fathers more tactless and unsuitable comments. Yes, I remember seeing you, Mr. Montray

Wade, he said, but I know that isnt easy to say in your language. Im usually called Monty, miss again he broke off. I am sorry; I dont know the polite address for a Renunciate

I am Jaelle nha Melora. If you do not feel ready to use my name, you may say mestra. But if we are to work together and I am to call you Monty, I should be Jaelle.

He nodded, repeating the name carefully. May I take her down to the Old Mans office, Cholayna? Or do you still need her up here? If you do, Ill try and smooth it over a little. He hesitated and said, Look, he really doesnt mean any harm. Its justwell, hes been running everything, Intelligence, and Communications, Linguistics, all that stuff out of his office, and all of a sudden he doesnt know where his authority leaves off and yours begins, so hes feeling a little raw around the edges.

Cholayna nodded. She looked a little grim. I can see that it would be hard for him. Technically of course I am not responsible to any planetary Coordinator, but only to Head Center. Ill try not toto step on his feet, unless he gets in the way too muchI mean, in the way of Empire Intelligence. Jaelle, please feel free to call on me for help any time. And ask Peter to come in and see me sometime tomorrow, will you? Cholayna turned her attention back to the lights blinking on her console, and Jaelle turned to the door with young Montray. Monty, she reminded herself, to distinguish him from his father.

Your command of the language is excellent, she said, as they went down the hall. How

He grinned at her disarmingly.

How do I speak the language so well when Father still needs an interpreter? I came here before I was ten years old, and Ive always been good at languages. The old man kept expecting, every year, that hed be shipped out next year to a place he liked better, and so he never bothered with the language. I was shipped offworld for a proper Empire education when I was fourteen, but I liked it here and couldnt wait to come back. Sorry, I didnt mean to bore you with my personal problems. We can take this elevator.

The sickening drop was less frightening now; her legs were almost steady under her as they stepped out. In Montrays office, the plump, balding official was seated near a window looking out over the spaceport.

I asked you to come down here, Mrs. Haldane, he said, in casta so poor and stumbling that Jaelle decided it would not be the least use to correct him about her name, because I have a special assignment for you. My colleague here, Alessandro Li. A tall man, standing beside his desk, turned and bowed to Jaelle.

He has been sent here as a Special Representative of the Senate at Head Center, with diplomatic status, to investigate whether Cottman Four shall retain its Closed World status or be reclassified, and to make recommendations about a Legation here. Sandro, this is the first Native Darkovan woman in Intelligence; she is married to Peter Haldane

I know Haldanes background in Intelligence, the man interrupted. Alien anthropology specialist; excellent field operative. His casta was better than Montrays, though not perfect. He turned and bowed slightly to Jaelle. It is a pleasure to meet you, domna.

Jaelle forbore, for a moment, to correct him. Alessandro Li was a tall man, hatchet-jawed, with steel-gray eyes under protruding eyebrows, the whole face shadowed by bushy dark hair and madeto Jaelles eyesridiculous by a foppishly trimmed moustache.

Do you think you can fit him to travel incognito in the Hellers and the Kilghard Hills, mestra? Montray asked.

The first thought that came to her mind was an absurd, not with that moustache, but she bit it back; after all, the man was new to her world and even from traveling between mountains and Domains she knew that the small things, dress and culture patterns and body language, varied so enormously that their significance could not be taken for granted. She saw, however, a gleam of amusement in Montys eye and knew that his first thought had been the same as hers. So she studied Alessandro Li for a moment without speaking. At last she said, He could pass in the Hellers, up around MacAran country; some of them are dark andand bony, like that. He would have to wear his hair longer, and either shave clean or wear a fuller beard. And he would have to be properly dressed, of course. And there is no way that he could pass until he has more training in the language.

I wouldnt know about that, said the elder Montray with unexpected humility. Languages arent my strong point; thats why I miss Magda; she was my best interpreter. Wasted, of course, as an interpreter; she was the best undercover agent we had. But you think he could, eventually, pass?

Alessandro Li was trying to meet her eyes; Jaelle colored and dropped her own. There was no way he could knowyetthat this was rude in their society, but Monty spoke up.

To start with, Sandro, he said, you dont try to make eye contact with a strange woman, not here in the Domains, unless you think shes a prostitute trying to pick you up. If Jaelles husband were here, he could call challenge on you for looking at her like that. Call it your first lesson in cross-cultural courtesy here on Darkover.

Oh, right, the man said promptly, and dropped his eyes. No offense meant, missexcuse memestra, is that right?

None taken, she said just as promptly, but this is the kind of thing I mean. Piedro could help him more than I, of course. And it wouldnt be easy. It would be simpler to prepare she gestured toward Monty, who laughed and said, Id like to work in the field, of course. But as for sending Sandro out in the fieldwell, it seems to me that it would make more sense to let the actual fieldwork be done by our trained operatives, the ones who can go out and never be spotted as Terran because in everything that counts they are Darkovan; Haldane, LorneCargill, Kadarin, even myself. Then we could report to Sandro and he could make his final decision from that.

Russell Montray leaned his chin on his hands and thought about that for a moment. Finally he said, Theres only one problem with that. Haldane, Lorne, Kadarinthe ones who can really pass in the fieldthey are Darkovan, for all intents and purposes. Yes, theyve taken a Service oath, and Im not questioning their loyalty, but its natural that theyd think in terms of whats best for Darkover, not necessarily whats best for us. No offense meant, Jaelle he mispronounced her name, but at least he wasnt calling her Mrs. Haldane and she could tell that he meant to be friendlybut Haldane married Darkovanand now Magda has pledged to spend half a year in that Free Amazon womens commune or whatever it is. And we dont want the decisions made by someone whos gone native on us; the investigation must be supervised by an objective observer, not prejudiced in favor of the Darkovan view of everything. Do you understand?

Jaelle stared out the huge window that overlooked the spaceport. One of the Big Ships was there, a ground crew crawling over it, servicing the spaceborne monster which had come here, not because it cared to come to Cottman Four, Darkover, but simply because Darkover was a convenient way station on the way to somewhere else. The quick retort on her tongue, that Sandro Li would be equally prejudiced in favor of the Empires view, would not mean anything to Russell Montray.

From this height, the service crew around the ship looked tiny as so many scorpion-ants. No wonder this was why the elder Montray thought of the Darkovan view as something distant, irrelevant. He did not know Darkovans personally, he did not wish to know them, they were something other than human, forever set apart. What was it Bethany had said? The filthiest insult, in Empire language, was to call someone half-human.

I am going to assign you to Sandra Li, to work with him, to be personally responsible for him, he said. Its your job to work with him on languages, to get him ready for fieldwork, and Ill hold you responsible if anything happens to him.

He had used the words, personally responsible, which would have made it a matter of honor and pride to defend him to the death. For a moment Jaelles hand, automatically, sought for a knife that was not hanging at her belt; the gesture, arrested, made her feel foolish. She said in a low voice, On my honor by my oath, I will hold myself responsible for him.

But Monty had seen the gesture. He said, Were not asking you to be his bodyguard, Jaelle. You werent hired as a knife fighter. What my father means isyoure to accompany him if he goes off base, make certain he doesnt get into any avoidable trouble, avoid any incidents; train him to get along in the Trade City without getting himself into trouble. Understand?

She nodded. First of all, she said, you must have a Darkovan name. Alessandro is near enough to a name used in the Kilghard Hills, but no one would call a man Sandro, it is too much like that of Zandru. Zandru is Lord of Choices, good or evil, and of the Nine Hells.

Equivalent of the devil, Monty put in, and Alessandro Li raised his bushy eyebrows. What would a child named Alessandro be called, then?

ProbablyAleki, Jaelle hazarded, and he pronounced it after her, stumbling. Ahleekye, is that right?

She nodded. And he should she hesitated, but these Terranan would not know the difference, and why should she hesitate? Monty, get him to a barber; a Darkovan-trained one. And get rid of that moustache, first thing. Piedro can help to find him proper clothes.

Alessandro LiAleki, she reminded herselfgently touched the maligned moustache; a little regretfully, she thought. So begins my transformation into a Darkovan, he said, at last, with a shrug. All in the days work, I suppose. Where do I find a barber, Monty?

The transformation was remarkable; Jaelle had not thought it could make so much difference. His face was transformed entirely by the absence of the moustache which had been its strongest feature, and the barber had trimmed the eyebrows, too, giving the whole countenance an entirely different look. Jaelle was curious about the barber who could effect this kind of changewhat did he think? Had she supervised a change which would enable this man to spy on her people?

Who are my people? And why? I have never belonged in the Domains, any more than I belonged, as a child, in the Dry Towns. I have never belonged anywhere except among my sisters in the Guild House, and now I have forsworn that& and she broke off, shocked at herself. She had not forsworn anything. It was her right to take a freemate, as she chose, and to accept any lawful employment. She was building a bridge between two worlds, as her friend and sister Magda was doing, as her beloved Piedro was trying to do. Why must the interests of Terran and Darkovan conflict? Could they not be working at what was best for both?

Aleki was looking at her, awaiting her approval. He had been dressed in the fur-and-leather clothing which any sensible man, traveling in the Venza mountains near Thendara, would wear, and the Terran sandals had been replaced by thick boots.

No one would think you Terran, she said, and then, confronted with an apparently Darkovan man, was conscious of the immodestly revealing Terran uniform. That was the difference; he took it for granted, a Darkovan would not. To cover her confusion she said quickly, You dont smell right; Piedro Peter would be able to advise you about that better than I.

Haldane? I am eager to meet him, Aleki said. I know of his work; wasnt he the first Terran to travel to the seacoast, Temora and Dalereuth? Or was that Magda?

They were married at that time, Jaelle said, I believe they share the work and the credit. And if you wish to meet Piedro, nothing is easier, will you join us at dinner?

A pleasure; would you object if Monty joined us too?

Not at all. Actually, Jaelle was relieved, Montys presence made the whole affair simply the business of Intelligence.

Peter was waiting for them inside the entrance to the main cafeteria; he recognized Monty at once, and the two men shook hands. Monty introduced Alessandro Li, repeating also the Darkovan name Aleki which he had been given.

A pleasure, Haldane. I know your work. I had hoped to meet Magda as well, Aleki said.

Well, that could be arranged; she is still in Thendara, Peter said. Are men allowed to visit the Guild House, Jaelle?

Of course; though they are not allowed to go beyond the Strangers Room, Jaelle said, and she could see Aleki filing away this information in his mind.

Ill find us a table where we can talk, Aleki said, moving away, as Peter and Monty went with Jaelle toward the food console dispensers.

Behind them someone said, low but clearly audible, Thats Haldanes girl, he picked her up in Thendara. Shes gorgeous, at least now hes got her in civilized clothes. Back in the mountains, I hear, they still wear animal skins. What legs! Lucky manIve heard all kinds of stories about Darkovan marriage

I heard a girl and all her sisters share the man, said another voice, Reckon this one has any sisters? Or maybe Haldanes into

At the first syllable Peter had stiffened, going silent, and now, as the words trailed off into obscene speculation, he whirled, grabbing the man by his shirt front.

Watch your filthy tongue, you bastard, he growled. But Jaelle, adrenalin spurting inside her brain, pushed Peter angrily away.

This is my fight! She gave Peter another hard shove, so that he reeled and half fell into Montys arms, then, her hands stiffening into weapons, caught the man across the throat; he fell as if he had been struck with a hammer. A deftly aimed kick stretched the first speaker, moaning and clutching himself, on the floor. Jaelle, her mouth trembling, and her breath coming in little catching half-sobs, turned back to Peter.

Then black-uniformed Spaceforce guards were there, dragging them apart; Jaelle tightened, but the man only pushed her away, almost respectfully, with his arm; Peter put his arm around her, but she straightened, resentfully. The words of the oath& defend myself by force if I am attacked& turn to no man as of right for protection were beating in her pulse like little hammers inside her head.

The Spaceforce man said mildly, Disturbing the peace in a public place; shall I give each of you a citation? Cant you go work out in the gymnasium? The cafeteria isnt the spot for martial arts.

Peter snarled, The filthy bastards were running off at the mouth about my wife!

Hard words break no bones, said the Spaceforce man. Anyhow, it looks as if the lady can take care of herself. His eyes rested a moment on Jaelle, and she could almost hear his thoughts, but all he said was I dont know what Darkovan customs are, maam, and I dont want to know, but our customs here include, no brawling in public places. Youre a stranger, so I wont cite you this time, but no more fighting in here, all right? Haldane, you ought to teach your lady to behave herself in public. He turned away; his partner picked up the man Jaelle had slammed to the ground, who was shaking his head and ruefully fingering his throat. The other was still moaning; he grabbed the offered arm of the Spaceforce man and said, Can you help me up to Medic? He groaned again, staggering as he walked. The first man, with the bruised throat, gulped again and came toward Jaelle; she tensed, but he only husked, Serves me right; me and my big mouth. I got to hand it to you, lady, you fight like a man, and went to his own table.

Aleki beckoned to them from a table for four in the corner. Peter nodded and went toward the food line. Jaelle was shaking, now that the crisis was over. She chose the first foods she came to, at random, and went back to the table, but when she put a forkful into her mouth she could not swallow.

I have heard that the Renunciates were fighting women, Aleki said quietly. Are you trained with a sword as well?

She said, and knew her voice was small and shaking, I can handle a knife. I her throat closed.; she touched the healed scar on her cheek. She was still pulsing with fury.

Animal skins! When one of the prized trade items was the luxurious marl-fur from the Hellers, when the supple tanned and dyed leathers from the Kilghard Hills brought almost their weight in copper!

Monty said, I have seen fighting like that in the Intelligence School; women as well as men are trained to defend themselves. But I had not expected to find it on Darkover

No, most women are trained only to turn to the nearest male for protection! Jaelle heard the note of contempt in her voice only after she had spoken, and saw the hurt reflected in Peters face. He said, sliding into his seat, They were insulting me, not you, Jaelle. Didnt it ever occur to you that I was the one being insulted?

On my behalf, she said stiffly.

All that happened was, you made it worse, he said, setting his chin in the sulky line she dreaded. Did you hear those menteach your lady to behave in public? Thats what youve got to do, Jaellelearn how to behave in public! I dont care what you do or say when were alone, but in public it reflects on me if you behave as if you were just out of some wild village in the Hellers!

Reflects on you she broke off. He sounded, it occurred to her, rather as Dom Gabriel had sounded when he spoke of the Free Amazons; as if it insulted the men of her family that a woman should learn to defend herself, rather than relying on her menfolk.

He was brought up as a Darkovan, she thought. I thought, as a Terran, he would understand; Terran women are more independent& and with a queer little sickening lurch inside her, Jaelle thought of what Cholayna had said that day; that the personality was formed by the age of seven and could not be much changed thereafter.

Had she been so swift to fightwhen, actually, it was Peter being insultedbecause she could not bear the thought that perhaps, within herself, there was a woman of the Dry Towns who wished to be chained, as symbol that she was lawfully the property of some man? Had she lashed out with her fists to silence that voice, not the casual obscenities of the two men? Was Peter, inside himself, a man of the Hellers who felt his wife should turn to him in all ways for protection and care? Could either of them ever escape the doom of their upbringing?

Of course we can, she told herself angrily. Otherwise no woman could ever become a Renunciate; and the Renunciates are all women who have renounced their birthright and overcome the chains put on them in childhood by their upbringing. I too shall overcome&

Several of Peters friends, who had seen the controversy, made a point of coming over to say something friendly. Evidently the men who had made the rude remarks were not generally liked, and though not many people had heard what remarks started the fight, they disapproved on principle of that kind of rudeness. They lingered on in the cafeteria, drinking and eating and talking, until it took on some of the characteristics of an impromptu party, and finally the kitchen staff had to turn them all out.

But outside, Jaelle turned away invitations to come up to various rooms in quarters and continue the partying. She felt exhausted. She had intended to see the Medic that day, but she had not done so. Peter was still silent and sullen, and she dreaded the reproach that would come into his eyes when they were alone. Had she truly wounded his pride so much?

And should it matter to heras an Amazonif she had?

She turned to him as soon as they were alone. I am sorry she said, but he was already speaking. Jaelle, I didnt mean to be so and as they heard each other, they laughed and fell into one anothers arms.

Youre wonderful, he whispered. I love you so much! I know how hard this is for you and again, reassured, she felt that she was sheltering in his love, that it was a rock to cling to in this strange and alien place.

But that night, after they had made love till they were exhausted, and she had fallen asleep in his arms, she roused up shrieking from a dream in which her half-forgotten father, Jalak of the Great House in Shainsa, came with chains for her hands, saying she was far past the age where she should have been wearing them, and when she begged Peter to help her, he stood back and held her while the bracelets were slipped lovingly over her wrists.

CHAPTER FIVE

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Magda sat at supper in the dining hall of Thendara Guild House, looking back over her fourth full day as a Renunciate. The first day they had asked her to stay with Keitha, who was feverish and ill from the aftermath of the beating she had received; the next day she had been set to help Irmelin in the kitchen. She had been incredibly clumsy about sweeping, and peeling vegetables for supper, but Irmelin had merely made a few grumpy remarks about fine ladies who didnt ever get their hands dirty. She had been gentle and good-natured about showing her how to wield the ungainly mops and brooms, and to slice vegetables without cutting herself. She found herself helplessly resenting the waiting on table, and dishwashing afterward; why had no one ever invented the simplest labor-saving devices to save women from these dehumanizing tasks?

Today had been worse; she had been sent to work in the stables. She did not mind feeding, watering or even exercising the horses, for in the big paddock the sun was bright overhead and the air fresh and clear, but the heavy barn-shovels were worse than kitchen mops, and the smell of manure was sickening. This, she told herself angrily, is why they had an Industrial Revolution on Terra; somebody got sick and tired of shoveling horse manure!

Her partner in this work was called Rafaella; she remembered that Rafaella was Jaelles partner in their travel-counseling business, and had hoped to find her friendly, but Rafaella had had little to say to her. At the end of the day Magda was exhausted; she had never done manual work before, and she was glad to wash off the dirt and grime; but even though she washed her hair, she fancied that the stable smell still clung to it. The smell of the soap was harsh after the perfumed cosmetics of the Terran Zone. She lingered in the hot pool, trying to soak away fatigue, until Doria and another group of very young girls came in, and there was a lot of noisy and cheerful horseplay, running around naked and climbing in and out of the tubs and playfully squabbling over the soap. The noise they made finally drove her out of the pool room entirely, and only later did she admit to herself that she was jealous of the fun they were all having together.

Now, hungry after her day in the barn, she still found the food hard to get down; it was some kind of meat, or more likely, entrails, stewed with coarse-ground meal, and flavored with a highly spiced sauce; the bread was dark, coarse and unleavened, and there was some stewed fruit in honey which might have been tolerable if it had been chilled, but which was served warm. She was accustomed to Darkovan foods, and liked most of them, but by unlucky chance, the foods tonight were all new to her and distasteful; she nibbled at buttered bread, pushed the stew around on her plate, and longed, angrily and hopelessly, for a good cup of coffee. She had been trained, in Intelligence, to eat any kind of alien food without protest or visible distaste, and usually she managed it, but tonight she felt exhausted and let down. Could she really endure a half year here, among these strange women and in these uncomfortable conditions?

She sat in her place next to Doria; across the table was the elderly emmasca, Camilla, who had witnessed her oath, and beyond her was the new woman, Keitha. Today she looked better, with some color in her cheeks, and her bright hair, roughly hacked off for the oath-taking, had been neatly trimmed around her neck. She was wearing Amazon clothing which looked shabby and much-worn; probably from the same castoff-box as Magdas own. She still seemed shy and lost and ate little.

Camillas gaunt face was kind with concern.

But you are eating nothing, Margalidont you like the tripe stew?

Oh, is that what it is? Magda took another forkful and wished she hadnt. Its very good, she lied, but Im not very hungry tonight. She took another piece of bread and buttered it. At least she could eat the bread, and with the warm stewed fruit on it, it wasnt too bad.

Mother Lauria rapped with a glass for silence. Training Session tonight, she said. It is compulsory for all new sisters and for everyone who has been oath-bound for less than three years, and everyone, of course, is welcome. The Sisterhood is meeting in the Music Room tonight, so Training Session will be in the armory.

There was a loud and audible groan. Everybody remember to bring your extra shawls, somebody grumbled, Its freezing down there!

Well put the mats down for you to sit on, Rafaella said. And a little cold wont hurt you! It keeps you alert so you wont go to sleep, as you might otherwise after a heavy supper!

Magda whispered to Doria as they left the dining room, What is the Sisterhood?

Its a secret society, Doria whispered back, It links the Guild Houses together, thats all I really know about it, and most of the women who belong to it are healers or midwives; Marisela belongs. Theyre sworn to secrecy about it and they never tell.

Camilla came and linked her arm through Magdas as they went downstairs toward the armory. I thought Jaelle was taking you to Neskaya. Why are you here? I heard that Jaelle was back for a night or two, but I had no chance to speak to her; I saw the scar on her cheek, though. What happened?

She and I were attacked by bandits. Magda said. We spent the winter at Ardais; she was too ill to travel. Then we came here to Thendara

Well, it is not surprising, that she should want her oath-daughter in her own house, said Camilla. She drew Magda after her into the Armory, where women were dragging the mats into a close circle. Camilla tossed Magda a blanket.

You are cold, I can see, even with your shawl; wrap up in this, she said.

Mother Lauria said, My sisters, all of you have seen the new ones among us; it is many years since we have had as many as three to be trained together. You all know Doria; Rafaella has done what each of us hopes to do some day, brought a grown daughter or fosterling to take the Oath from her hands. Now it is time for you to know Margali nha Ysabet, who took the Oath at the hands of Jaelle nha Melora last winter, and Keitha nha Casilda, who took oath from Camilla nha Kyna here in this house four days ago. Camilla, you are oath-mother to one of these and oath-sister to the other; will you lead us in the first round tonight?

With pleasure, said Camilla, Doria, you have not yet taken oath, though you have lived among us all your life. Why do you want to take the Renunciates Oath?

Doria smiled and said confidently, Because I was brought up among you; it is my home, and will please my foster mother.

Rafaella said quickly, That is not a good reason. Doria, did I ever ask or require of you, as a condition of my love, that you should become an Amazon?

Doria blinked, confused, but she said, No, but I knew you wished

But what was your reason? asked Camilla, Yours, not Rafis.

Becausewell, really, becauseI have lived here all my life, and I wanted to be really one of younot just a fosterling herebut a real Amazon

Irmelin asked, Were you afraid that if you did not take the Oath you would have nowhere to go?

Thats not fair, Doria said shakily, but Irmelin insisted. Tell me. If we refused to take your oath, what would you do?

But you arent going to do that, are you? Doria protested, Ive lived here all my life, Ive just expected to take the Oath when I was fifteen She looked shocked and afraid.

Just tell us, Irmelin said. If we refuse you the oath, where will you go? What will you do?

I supposeI dont knowback to my birth-mother, I suppose, if she will have meI dont know, I dont know, I dont know, Doria cried, and burst into tears. Camilla shrugged, and turned to Keitha.

You. Why did you come here, Keitha?

Because my husband beat and ill-treated me, and I could bear no moreand I had heard a woman could take refuge here

How long had you been married? Magda recognized the speaker as the heavily pregnant Byrna.

Seven years.

And had your husband beaten you before this?

Yyes, Keitha said shakily.

Byrna made a wry face. If you had endured his beatings before this, why did you suddenly choose to endure no more? Why did you not try to arrange your life in such a way that you need not endure his beatings and abuse, rather than running away?

II tried

And so, when your feminine wiles could not soften his heart, you ran away because you had failed as a wife? asked a woman whose name Magda did not know, Do you think we are a refuge for any woman who cannot manage her husband?

Keitha lifted blazing gray eyes and said, You did take me in! Why did you not ask me all of this before I took Oath then?

There was an odd little murmur around the circle, and Magda recognized it, with surprise, as approval. Camilla nodded as if Keitha had scored a point, and asked her, What form of marriage did you have? Freemate, or catenas!

We were married di catenas, Keitha confessed. Magda remembered; this was the most formal kind of marriage, where the catenas or marriage-bracelets were locked on the arms of both parties, and the marriage was difficult to dissolve in law.

Then you were oath-bound, said Camilla. What do you think of the proverb which says that one who is false to her first oath will be false to her second?

Keitha stared rebelliously at Camilla. Her eyes were reddened and a tear was trickling from the corner of one eye, but she said clearly, I think it nonsense; for your proberb I offer you another; an oath broken by one does not thereafter bind the other. My husband vowed when we were bound by the catenas that he would care for me and cherish me; but I had nothing from him but abuse and vile language and of late, beatings till I feared for my life. He had violated his oath many times; at last I chose to consider that, in breaking it, he had released me from observing it. She swallowed hard and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, but she stared defiantly at the women, and Camilla, at last, nodded.

So be it. Margali, tell us why you wished to become an Amazon?

Magda was suddenly grateful that she had been the third one interrogated; she realized that the point of the procedure was to put the questioned one on the defensive, and force her to justify herself. She said clearly, I did not, at first, wish to become an Amazon; I was forced to take the oath since I had been found wearing AmazonRenunciate garb and impersonating one of you.

And what were you doing running around in Amazon garments? asked Rafaella.

Magda said, I knew that no man would molest a Free Amazon; I did not want to create a scandal or expose myself to insult while traveling alone.

Tell us, said Rafaella, Did you feel it right to take advantage, unearned, of an immunity which other women had won at the point of their knives, and earned by years of renunciation?

The hostility in her voice made Magda cringe, but she kept her own words steady.

I knew too little of your ways to consider whether it was right or wrong. Lady Rohana made the suggestionthat I travel as a Free Amazonbut I myself will take responsibility for what happened.

And why did you later abide your oath? asked a woman Magda did not know. Since you have taken it under what were really false pretenses, why did you not petition the Guild Mothers to have it set aside?

Magda glanced at Mother Lauria, impassive, wrapped in heavy shawl and cloak, across the circle. Surely she would say something? But she did not meet Magdas eyes. Magda drew a breath, trying to form her words in such a way that they would convey her meaning without revealing what she had sworn never to reveal while she was in the Guild House. She could not explain that she felt this the best way to serve her two worlds, building a bridge between Terran and Darkovan; and that somehow she must free herself from the fetters of custom which prevented women from doing anything very important on Darkover. Finally she said, I felt it wrong to break an oath I had sworn. And since I had no commitment elsewhere

That was not really true. She had sworn the Service oath. Yet in this way she could better serve as a Terran agent, and serve, too, the world she had chosen as her own.

Commitment! One of the women pounced on that at once. Do you think we are simply a place for idle women who have nothing else to do? Why do you think you have anything to give us, in return for the protection of the Guild House and your sisters?

I am not sure, Magda said, struggling to keep her calm, but maybe you can help me to find out what I have to give.

Camilla said, That is a good answer, but her words were almost drowned out by Rafaellas hostile voice:

Dont you think we have anything better to do than to teach ignorant women what they want out of life?

Magda felt anger stirring in her, and was glad. If she was angry enough, perhaps she would not cry. No, I dont, she said sharply, If you did, you would be doing it, not sitting here trying to make us angry!

There was an outburst of laughter all around the circle, and small sounds of approval. I was right, Magda thought, that is what they are trying to do; probably because Darkovan women are taught to be so submissive. They want us to think, question our own motives, defend them. The one thing they do not want us to do is to sit here meekly and accept what we are told.

Mother Lauria said Keitha brought jewels and tried to make a gift of them to the House. Do you know why they were refused, Keitha?

No, I dont, said the fair-haired woman. She moved restlessly where she sat; Magda wondered if her back was still raw with the dreadful wounds of her beating. I could understand why you refused, if they had been my husbands gifts to me. But they were a part of my dower property from my own mother; why am I not free to give them to you? Should I give them to my husband? And I have suddenly her voice wobbled, though she tried to hold it steady, I havenowno daughter to whom I might give them.

Mother Lauria said, First, because no woman can buy a place here. I am sure you had no thought of it; but if we accepted gifts, there might some day be a difference made between the few women who can pay, and the many who can bring nothing. Early in our history, we asked women to bring a dowry if they were able; and we were accused of luring rich women to us, for the sake of their dowries. Also, none of us is perfect; if we allowed such gifts we might be lured into accepting some woman not fit for the life, out of greed for her riches. So it is our first rule; no woman may bring anything to us when she enters here except the clothing she stands in. the skill of her hands, and the furnishing of her brain and mind. She smiled and added, That, and a more precious gift; her unknown self, that part of herself which she has never learned to use&

She went on, but Magda did not hear; suddenly it was as if a voice had whispered in her mind:

Sisters, join hands and let us stand together before the Goddess&

Before Magdas eyes a vision suddenly appeared, as clearly as if the circle of women seated on the armory mats had vanished; it bore the form of a woman, but taller than womankind; clothed in the gray and starry robes of the night, gems sparkling in her dark hair, and her face seemed to look upon Magda with divine compassion and tenderness. My daughters, what do you seek& ?

In confusion, Magda wondered, is this some new test they have arranged for us? But across the circle she could still hear Mother Lauria saying to Byrna, You may be excused if you are weary, child, and Byrna, shifting her weight uncomfortably, replying, No, pleasethis is the only chance I get to be with all of you!

Magda could still see, faintly, the shimmering formbut was it inside her mind, a vision, or was it real, standing before her in the circle? She blinked and it was gone. Had it ever been there?

Magda wondered if she were going mad. Next, she thought grimly, I shall be hearing voices telling me I am to be the new womens Messiah!

Rafaella had evidently been asked to lead the next round of questioning, and Magda shrank inside. Rafaella had been consistently unfriendly. She had heard only half or less of the question;

& teach you to be women, and independent, rather than mere chattels of men?

Keitha answered hesitantly Maybe,as cadets are taught in the Castle Guard, to use weapons, bear arms, protect ourselves? That is the way in which boys are taught to be men

She braced herself for instant refutation, looking scared, but Rafaella only said mildly But we want you to be women, Keitha, not men; why should we train you as boys are trained?

Becausebecause men are more self-sufficient, and women are meek because they have not been taught these things

No, said Rafaella, Although all Amazons must learn to defend themselves if they are attacked, there are women among us who have never held a sword in their hands; Marisela, for instance. Doria, what do you think?

Doria suggested Maybeto learn a trade and get our own living, so we need not depend on any man to feed and clothe us?

You need not be an Amazon for that, said a woman Magda had heard called Constanza. I sell cheese in the market, when we make more than we can eat, and there I see many women who earn their own living; they work as maids or servants, or they do washing, or work at leather-crafts. Some do so because they have shiftless or drunken husbands, and they must support their little children alone; and I know a woman who works as a maker of wooden dishes because her husband lost a leg riding mountain trails. Yet she defers to him in everything, as he sits in his wheeled chair at the back of their stall. That alone is not the answer.

Rafaella asked, Margali, what do you think?

Magda hesitated; she was sure nothing she would say could be the right answer, that this part of Training Session was only to make the newcomers unsure, to dispel their early and ignorant prejudices. She looked around the circle of women, as if she might find an answer written in one of the faces. Two of the women, she saw, were seated under a single blanket wrapped round them both, their hands enlaced, and as she looked, one of the women turned to the other and they exchanged a long kiss.

She had never seen public lovemaking between women before, and it startled her.

Rafaella was still awaiting her answer. Magda said uncertainly, I dont know. Perhaps you will tell us.

We are not asking what you know, but what you thinkif you know how to think, Rafaella said waspishly.

Thus urged, she tried to put some of her inarticulate thoughts into words.

Perhapsby getting us out of womens clothing, stop using the womens languagebecause these affect the way we think, the words we use, the way we walk and talk and dress she fumbled, because we have been taught to behave in certain ways and you will teach us differentbetterways of behaving

And then she was unsure, remembering Jaelles love of finery, and the way in which, talking to Dom Gabriel or to Lady Rohana, Jaelles language had been as proper as the Ladys own.

You are all right in a way, said Camilla, and you are all wrong. Yes, you will all learn to protect yourselves, by force if you cannot do so by reason or persuasion; but this in itself will not make you the equals of men. Even now, a day is coming here in Thendara when every little matter need not be put to the sword, but will be decided more rationally. For now, we accept the world as men have made it because there is no other world available, but our goal is not to make women as aggressive as men, but to survivemerely to surviveuntil a saner day comes. Yes, you will all learn a way to earn a living, but being independent of a husband is not enough to free you of dependence; even a rich woman who marries a poor man, so that they live upon her bounty, considers herself, by custom, bound to serve and obey her husband. Yes, you will learn to wear womens clothes by choice and not from necessity, and to speak as you wish, not to keep your words and your minds in bonds for fear of being thought unmannerly or unwomanly. But none of these is the most important thing. Mother Lauria, will you tell them the most important thing they will learn?

Mother Lauria leaned forward a little, to emphasize what she was saying.

Nothing you will learn is of the slightest importance, save for this: you will learn to change the way you think about yourselves, and about other women.

The difference is in the way you think about yourselves& Magda thought soberly that the Guild Mother was right. Magda herself had grown up to take it for granted that she would earn her own living, had gone to the Empire Intelligence school on Alpha, had been taught to defend herself in both armed and unarmed combat. And in the Terran Zone she had had no special restrictions of dress or language.

Yet I am as much a slave to custom and convention as any village girl in the Kilghard Hills& Was it Lady Rohana who had spoken, once, about women who think themselves free and weight themselves with invisible chains?

Men too suffer in chains of custom and convention; perhaps the woman who most needs freedom is the hidden woman within every man& Magda did not know where the thought had come from; it was not her own, it was as if someone had spoken it clearly within the room, and yet no one was speaking except Mother Lauria; but Magda lost track of what the Guild Mother was saying She blinked, expecting to see again the form of the woman in gray and silver, the evening sky, divine compassion in her eyes& but no, there was no trace of it; her eyes opened on grayness in which strange faces moved, men and women, and before her in the gray waste a tall white tower gleamed& an emmasca, a woman who had been subjected to the neutering operation. What am I then, a banshee?

Before the angry look in the older womans eyes, Magda said meekly, I dont know; I thoughtI had been toldthat a neuter, an emmasca, was made so because she refused to think of herself as a woman.

Camilla reached for Magdas hand and gave it a little squeeze. Her voice was still stern, admonishing, but she gave Magda a secret smile as she said, Why, that is true; I began by refusing to accept myself as a woman. Womanhood had been made so hideous to me, so hateful, that I was willing to accept mutilation rather than see myself as a female. Some day, perhaps, you will know why. But that is not important now. What is important is that here, in the Guild House, I learned to think of myself as a woman, and to be proud of itto rejoice in my womanhood, even thougheven though there is, in this emmasca body of mine, very little that is female.

She was still holding Magdas hand. Self-consciously, the younger woman drew it away. Camilla turned to Doria and asked What do you think is the difference between men and women?

Doria said defiantly, very determined not to be caught out again, I say there is no difference at all!

This answer provoked a perfect storm of jeers and laughter, with a few obscene remarks, about the politest of which was When did you father your first child, Doria?

You just said the physical difference wasnt important. protested Doria, Camilla cut Margali to pieces for saying the difference was a physical one, and if the physical one makes no difference

Quickly a voicea mans or womans, Magda could not tellsaid, There is an intruder; someone has strayed here, perhaps in a dream! Lock your barriers!

And suddenly the grayness was gone, and Camilla snapped, Margali, have you gone to sleep here among us? I asked you a question!

Magda blinked, in disorientation, wondering if she was going mad. She said I am sorry; my mind waswas wandering. It was indeed, she thought, but wandering where? I am afraid I did not hear what you asked me, oath-sister.

What, do you think, is the most important difference between men and women?

Magda did not know whether Keitha or Doria had answered this question; she had no idea how long her mind had been drifting in the gray wasteland. The faces she had seen there, the image of the woman who must, she realized, be a thought form of the Goddess Avarra, were still half-lingering in her mind. She said, trying to gather her scattered thoughts, I think it is only a womans body that makes the difference. This was the enlightened Terran answer, and Magda was quite sure that it was the right one; that the only difference was the limited physical one. Women are subject to pregnancy and menstruation, they are somewhat smaller and slighter as a general rule, they do not suffer so much from cold, their she stopped, it was doubtful if they would understand what she meant if she said their center of gravity was lower. Their bodies are different, and that is the main difference.

Rubbish, Camilla said harshly. She made a gesture indicating her spare, sexless body, arms muscled like a mans.

I never saidnor did Camilla saythat the difference was not important, said Mother Lauria, and it would take someone far more stupid than you, to believe that there is no difference. The difference is there, and not insignificant. Keitha, have you any idea?

Keitha said slowly, Maybe the difference is in the way they think. The way theyand weare taught to think. Men think of women as property, and women think she frowned, and said as if discovering something, I dont know what women think. I dont even know what I think.

Mother Lauria smiled. She said, You have come very close to it. Perhaps the most important difference between men and women is in the way society thinks about them; the different things that are expected of them. But there is no really right answer, Keitha. You, and Margali and Doria too, you have all said a part of the truth. Stiffly she rose to her feet. I think it is enough for tonight. And I heard the bell in the hall telling us that the Sisterhood have finished. I told the girls in the kitchen to bring us some cakes and something to drink. But let us go into the Music Room for thatit is getting a little chilly in here.

A little chillythat struck Magda as a masterpiece of understatement; her own fingers were blue with cold, and she felt that the cold of the stone floor seeped up through her legs and buttocks, even through the thick mat. Hugging the blanket round her, she rose and went after the others.

She was hungry after the supper she had not been able to eat; the cakes were short and crisp, decorated with nuts and dried fruit, and she ate several of them hungrily, and drank a huge mug of the hot spiced cider they had brought for those women who did not drink wine. Her mind was still full of the discussion; a form, she knew, of simple therapy, forcing people to think, to protest, to break up old habits of thought. But she hoped all the sessions would not be like this. She felt intensely uncomfortable, her mind still picking over the questions and the many answers that had been given. Why had she chosen to be an Amazon? What is the difference between men and women? She was still testing and re-formulating answers, things she might have said, and that, she supposed, was the reason for the discussion. She heard one of the women say to another Its an intelligent group, and the listener reply skeptically, Im not so sure of that.

Oh, theyll learn, the first replied, We did.

Dorias eyes were still red when Magda joined her. I certainly made a fool of myself, didnt I?

Oh, thats what they intended you to feel, Magda said lightly. Cheer up, you didnt sound any sillier than I did.

But I grew up here, I should have known better, said Doria, threatening to dissolve into tears again. One of the younger girlsMagda recognized her as one of Dorias roommates came and wound her arms around Doria, saying comforting things to her, and led her away. Magda raised her eyes and found Keitha looking at her with a faint ironic smile.

Trial by fire, Keitha murmured, Do you think we survived, fellow victim?

Magda laughed. Considering that their whole objective was to put us on the defensive, I think so, she said. Its likely to get worse before it gets better.

Are all the sessions like that, I wonder? Keitha asked aloud, and a woman who had not been present at the session she had been introduced to Magda as Mansela, the house midwife and healercame up and smiled at them both. She said No, of course not; the next session I will conduct, at which time I will instruct you all in the female mysteries, supposing that some of you may have had mothers who were too shy to speak of such things to their daughters.

At least I will not be so completely ignorant at that, Keitha said, I have delivered children on my husbands estates, and I was thought to have some skill as a midwife.

Oh indeed? said Marisela, interested. She was a pretty woman, dressed, not in the Amazon boots and breeches, but in ordinary womens clothes, a tartan skirt and shawl, over a full-sleeved tunic and bodice. Then there will be no question of teaching you a trade; perhaps they will send you to Arilinn Guild House when your half-year is finished, to learn the midwifes art and some of the special skills which the women in the Towers have taught us. If you have even a trace of laran, it will be very welcome. What about you, Margali? Have you any of the skills of a healer or midwife?

None, confessed Magda. I can bind a wound on the trail, or bandage a cut or scratch, but nothing more. But as Marisela drew Keitha away, and the two sat down to talk together, Magda thought of the word she had used. Laran, the Darkovan term embracing telepathy, clairvoyance, and all the psychic arts. Rohana had tested her, during the winter she spent at Ardais, and told her that she herself had some trace of it.

Was that how she had come to see the curious visions she had seen? Had she been, unwittingly, spying on the meeting of the Sisterhood, with the laran she did not really understand and did not know how to control? It seemed, for a moment, that around Mariselas slender shoulders she could almost see the gray mantle of Avarra& she wrenched her thoughts back to the music room and began inspecting some of the instruments. Some were familiar; her mother, who had spent her life studying Darkovan folk music, had played several of them. She recognized some rryls, both a small hand-held one and another tall one played standing before it; they were something like harps. Other instruments she would have classified as lutes, dulcimers and guitars, though there were no reed or brass instruments visible. There were a few others so alien she could not even imagine how they would be played.

Do you play an instrument, Margali? Rafaella asked, almost in a friendly way.

I am sorry; I did not inherit even a little of my mothers gift for music, she said. I love to listen, but I have no talent.

The couple who had been embracing under the blanket in the armory were snuggled together in a corner now, the taller girl leaning on her friends shoulder, the others hand just barely touching her breast. Magda turned her eyes away, feeling uncomfortable. In public, like this? Well, it was, after all, their home, and they were young, not more than sixteen or so. Caresses as simple as this, exchanged in public by young peopleif they had been boy and girl, instead of two young girlswould not have turned an eyebrow in the Terran Zone. Suddenly, with intense loneliness, she wished she were there.

She wondered if Jaelle were wishing the same thing. Everything that seems so strange to me here, she thought, is dear and familiar to her. She wondered if Jaelle felt equally alienated from everything she knew.

Are you feeling homesick, Margali? asked Camilla, behind her, and put her arm around Margalis waist.

A little, maybe, Magda said.

Dont be angry with me for speaking to you so roughly, oath-sister; it is part of the training, to make you think. She followed Magdas eyes to the girls embracing in the corner.

Thank the Goddess for that! Janetta has been moping so since Gwennis left, I was beginning to be afraid she would throw herself out the window! At least, now, she seems to be comforted.

Magda did not know what to say. Fortunately, before she had to answer, Doria grabbed her elbow.

Come and help me take the cups back to the kitchen, Margali, and put away the cakes that are left over. Irmelin is sulking because we did not eat them all updo you want another one?

Magda laughed and took another of the crisp little cookies. She helped Doria and Keitha gather up plates and cups, brush crumbs from the table and throw them into the fireplace. Rafaella was running her hands over the surface of the large rryl and Byrna called out Sing for us, Rafi! We havent had music for a long time!

Not tonight, Rafaella said. I am too hoarse, after eating all those cakes! Another time; and besides, it is late, and I have to work tomorrow! She covered the harp and went out of the room. Doria and Magda took the rest of the cups to the kitchen, and turned up the stairs. Just ahead of them, she saw Janetta and her friend, still clinging to one another, so mutually absorbed that they stumbled on the stairs and had to steady each other. Byrna behind Magda, sighed, watching them go off, arms still round one another, toward their room.

Heigh-ho; there are two who will not sleep alone tonight, she said as the door closed behind them, I almost envy them. Another deep sigh as she clasped her hands over the weight of her child. What a she-donkey I amwhat would I do with a lover now if I had one? I am so tired of this

With a clumsy impulse to comfort, Magda hugged her. But youre not really alone, you have your baby

Im just so tired, I want it to be over, said Byrna, and her voice caught in a sob, I cant stand dragging around like this any longer

There, there, dont cryit wont be long now, Magda said, patting her shoulder gently. She led the sobbing woman to her own room, helped her off with her shoesfor Byrna was now so clumsy in the waist that she could not reach her feet helped her into her nightgown and tucked her into bed. She kissed her on the forehead, but did not know what to say. Finally she said, It cant be good for your baby, to cry like this. Think of how good youll feel when it is all over, and as she looked up, she saw Marisela on the doorstep.

How are you feeling, Byrna? No signs yet? she asked, and Magda, feeling superfluous, went away. Some of the women were still clustered in the hall; they exchanged goodnights, and went toward their own rooms, but Camilla lingered a moment.

Are you lonely, oath-sister? she asked gently, in an undertone. Would you come tonight and share my bed?

Magda was stiff with astonishment; for a moment she did not believe what she was hearing. It took an effort not to pull away from Camillas hand. She reminded herself that she was in a strange place and it was for her to adapt to their customs, not the other way round, Camilla had certainly meant no offense. She tried to turn it off lightly by a laugh.

No, thank you, I think not  Ive had some weird proposals, but this& Camillas touch was not unpleasant, but Magda wished she could free herself from it without distressing the other woman or sounding unfriendly.

Camilla murmured No? But I have not yet been welcomed back among you, oath-sister Her fingertips were just lightly touching Magda, but Magda was very aware of the touch and it embarrassed her. She was aware that some of the women still in the hallway were looking at them; but she was anxious to keep from offending Camilla, who had done nothing offensive by her own codes. She tried gently to free herself from the others touch and murmured very softly I am not a lover of women, Camilla. But I thank you and I am glad to be your friend.

The other woman laughed, unoffended. Is that all? she said, and, smiling, released Magda. I thought you might be lonely, that is all; and we are oath-bound, and there is no other close to you in this house, with Jaelle away from us. She leaned forward and kissed Magda gently. We are all lonely and unhappy when first we come here, however glad we are not to be where we were before. It will pass, breda. She used the intimate inflection, which could make the word mean darling or beloved, and that embarrassed Magda more than the kiss. Good night; sleep well, my dear.

Alone in her own bed, she thought about the evening. She knew intellectually that the raising of unanswered, and unanswerable questions, the deliberate arousing of emotions never fully faced, was taking its toll. She could not sleep, but lay awake, restlessly going over and over the questions and the many answers in her mind. Dorias tears, the two young girls embracing, Byrnas outburst, Camillas kiss on her lipsall spun together in fatigued, almost feverish images. What was she doing here among all these women? She was a free woman, a Terran, a trained agent, she need not wrestle with all these questions so important to the women enslaved by Darkovers barbarian society.

Invisible chains. & it was as if a voice had whispered it in her mind. Where was Jaelle now? Lying in Peters arms, in the Terran Zone. Mother Lauria had asked if she would find it too difficult to live without a lover. No, that was not what she wanted&

And then, abruptly, the image of the Goddess Avarra drifted before her eyes again, her compassionate face, her hands outstretched as if to touch Magdas. Through all the unanswered questions and the turmoil in her heart, Magda suddenly felt a great peace and contentment washing outward through her mind.

She slept, still pondering; what is the difference between man and woman? What makes a Comhi-letziis? She slept, and in her dream she knew the answer, but when she woke she had forgotten it again.

CHAPTER SIX

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Yes, certainly, you could pass within the Dry Towns as a native, Jaelle said, studying the face of the tall, thin man before her, his beaked nose, high forehead, the shock of silver-gilt hair above it, Fair hair is not common in the Domains, but most Dry-Towners are light-haired and pale-skinned. Your main problem would be thethe interlocking of customs and family relationships. You would have to have a very good story to cover what you were doing; it would be safer to pose as a man of the Domains, a trader.

The man Kadarin nodded thoughtfully. He spoke the language, she thought, flawlessly. She could not guess his origin. Perhaps you should travel with me, and keep me informed about customs?

She shook her head. Never, she thought, never. I would have to wear chains and pretend to be your property, she said, and the Amazon oath forbids it. Surely there must be men among your Empire Intelligence she only heard the sarcastic tone in her voice after she had spoken, or even women who are capable of that.

Ill manage, he said, but I wish you could tell me more. Cholayna Ares said you had actually lived there till you were twelve

Behind the walls of the Great House of Shainsa, she reminded him, guarded night and day by women-guards; I went beyond the walls only twice at a festival. And all I knew has been wrung out of me anyhow, by your damned D-alpha corticator or whatever you call it!

Under light hypnosis, she had dredged up memories she had not even known she had. Playing with Jalaks other daughters, twining ribbons about their arms, pretending they were old enough to be chained like women. The sight of a would-be intruder into the womens quarters, his back flayed to ribbons, staked over a nest of scorpion-ants, and the sound of his screams; she could not have been more than three years old when her nurse had inadvertently let her see that, and until the session with the corticator she had wholly forgotten. Jalak, listlessly petting his favorites in the Great Hall at dinner. Her mother, in golden chains, holding her on her lap. Being punished for trying, with one of the boy-children of the house, to steal a glimpse out through the walls&

She shoved them all away, slamming her mind shut; that was over, over, except in nightmares!

And her mothers death on the sand of the desert, her life bleeding away&

I can tell you no more, she said curtly, Dress yourself as a trader new to the Dry-Towns, speak softly and challenge no mans kihar, and you will come safe away. A foreigner may do in ignorance what one of their own would be killed for attempting.

Kadarin shrugged. It seems I have no choice, he said, I thank you, domna. And in return for all my questions, may I ask you one thing more, a personal question?

Certainly you may ask, she said, but I cannot promise you an answer.

What is a lady of the Comyn, with all the marks of that caste, doing among the Renunciates?

The word Comyn dropped into the silence of the room, quiet and inoffensive, was, for Jaelle, weighted heavily with painful memory. She said, I am not Comyn, and left it at that.

Nedestro, then, of some great house? he probed, but she shut her lips and shook her head. Not for worlds would she have told him that her mother had been Melora Aillard, bearing all the laran of that house, Tower-trained; kidnapped into the Dry Towns, married to Jalak of Shainsa& rescued by Free Amazons, only to die bearing Jalaks son, in the lonely deserts outside of Carthon. Yet before his steel-gray eyes she wondered if perhaps he had enough laran to read it in her mind.

Laran! The Terranan had something worse than laran, with their damned corticator which could stir up all the forgotten nightmares in the brain! She was told they had a strong psychic probe, too, but she had refused to submit to that. If she would not have a properly trained leronis meddling with her mind, when they would have sent her to a Tower, why should she submit to the crudely mechanical machines of these Terranan? She was relieved to see the man Kadarin rise and take leave of her with a courtly bow. Where had he come from, she wondered, what was his race of origin? He was not like anyone she had ever seen before.

She put the thought aside; she was to spend the rest of the morning working with AlessandroAleki, she reminded herself of his Darkovan namepreparing him by speaking of the background of the Domains, and elementary forms of courteous address among them.

They had been working for several days, in one of the smaller offices in the new Intelligence department, sometimes with the presence of the younger MontrayMontyand sometimes alone together. Jaelle did not object to this; Alekis manner was completely impersonal; he never seemed to regard her as a woman, but simply as a colleague. Jaelle, nervous and suspicious at first, now felt almost friendly toward him.

Alekis first business had been to read through everything about Darkovan society which had been gathered by agents working in the field. Much of it was signed by Magda Lorne or by Peter Haldane, a fact which made it especially interesting to Jaelle; how much they had discovered about her world! Today she found him running through the account she herself had made of her trip into the Hellers, and comparing it with Magdas account and Peters. As she came in he pushed it all aside and greeted her.

But I do have some questions to ask you, he said. Before we begin, are you thirsty? May I get you something? It may be a long sessionI have a lot to say. Coffee? Fruit juice?

She accepted the fruit juice, and took a seat at the table across from him. He fussed with the console, fetching some sort of hot drink for himself, and brought it, steaming, to the table.

All three reports I have here, as well as some of the others, he said, speak of wintering in Castle Ardaisam I saying it right?

Are-dayze, she corrected him gently, and he repeated it.

How is it that you, a Free Amazonand I understand they are not very highly regarded in the societywere accepted as a guest at Castle Ardais, with Haldane and Lorne, and no questions asked? Is hospitality so open in the mountains as it is on Darkover?

This man is very intelligent; I must not underestimate him. Lord Ardais would indeed shelter anyone homeless in his Domain, she said, but I was welcomed as kinfolk there; Lady Rohana isis a kinswoman of my mother.

And you are related, then, to Comyn& for I understand the Ardais are of the Comyn? I do not entirely understand how it is that the Comyn rule all the Domains, he said. She could almost feel his curiosity, a palpable presence, and cursed the unwanted laran which thrust itself upon her, not controlled or desired.

Nowhere in these Records, Aleki said, is there any indication of how the society of Darkover took on such a feudal cast, or why the hierarchy called Comyn rose to power. Of course, what we know of Darkovan history is far from complete

Most of us know little more, Jaelle said carefully. What records we do have of the origin of Darkovan society are lost in what we call the Ages of Chaos. At that time she hesitated, knowing she should not speakit was the will of the Hasturs that no Darkovan should speak to the Terrananof the heyday of the Towers and of the old matrix technology which had all but destroyed their world.

About the earliest time of which we have much history, she said, is about five hundred, seven hundred years ago, when all these lands she touched the map he had copied, lying on the desk, were divided up into a hundred or more little kingdoms.

It seems a small country to be divided up into a hundred kingdoms, Aleki commented, and she nodded.

You must understand, many of the kingdoms were very small; they used to say that a lesser king could stand on a hilltop and look out over his whole kingdom, unless a resin-tree had grown up that season to hide a half of it, she told him. There is a childrens game called king of the mountainis it played on your world?where one child scrambles to the top of a hill and the others try to push him off, and whoever succeeds is kinguntil someone else pushes him off in his turn. It seems some of the smaller kingdoms were much like that. I know the names of only a few of themCarcosa, Asturias, Hammerfell. About the time of the signing of the Compactsurely you know the Compact? she broke off to ask him.

Isnt that the law in the Domains that no weapon may be used which does not bring the user within arms reach of death?

Thats right, she said, It reduced wars to the minimum; and, as I said, about the time of the signing of Compact, there were a series of wars called the Hastur Wars, and slowly, one by one, the Hasturs conquered all these lands; then they broke them up again into what we call the Seven Domains, each ruled over by one of the Great Houses of the Hastur-kin; the Comyn. The Domain of Hastur rules over the Hastur lands to the east, the Domain of Elhalyn over Hali and the western hills, the Altons rule over Armida and Mariposa, and so forth and so on&

I can see the Domains outlined on the map, said Aleki. What I want to know is how they came to power, and why the common people should obey them so unquestioningly. If you are a kinswoman of Lady Rohana, as you say, then you are evidently akin to Comyn and must know something of their history and power.

I know no more than anyone knows, Jaelle evaded, and through all this land there are very few who have not some trace of Comyn blood. Even I, and I am, as you pointed out, no more than a simple Renunciate.

She had begun to feel that this was some sort of testing, like a Training Session before she had taken the Oath. Again, all her hidden conflicts and loyalties were being brought out and explored. He persisted:

I still do not understand why the common people should so unquestioningly do the will of the Hasturs.

Do you people in the Empire not obey your governors and rulers?

But our rulers are chosen from among ourselves, he answered. Though we still call ourselves Empire, we are an Empire without an Emperor, and structured like a Confederationdo you know these terms? We offered Darkover full membership, with autonomous government and representation in our Senate by members chosen by themselves. Almost all planets which we occupy are more than happy to be members of a star-spanning Empire, rather than remaining isolated barbarians bound to their own solitary worlds. Yet Darkover has not joined the Empire, and we do not know why; we do not know whether it is truly the will of the Darkovan people or only the will of the Hasturs and of the Comyn.

For the first time she sensed that he was being wholly honest, and that he was puzzled. After a moment she asked him quietly, Was Darkover given a choice? Or did you simply come here, establish yourselves, and then offer us membership in your Empire?

DarkoverCottman IVis an Empire colony, Alessandro Li said quietly. You were colonized from Terra, many years ago. When we came here, we knew that; you had lost your historyperhaps within those Ages of Chaos of which you speak. The Comyn have chosen not to make this fact known to your people, so that you people may reclaim your heritage. Normally, local planets are pleased to have the resources of a star-spanning civilization.

It was a temptation to repeat the arguments she had heard, against the Empire and against the Terranan, but how could she speak for Comyn? And if she did, Aleki might badger her for more detail than she felt able to give. She realized that this long explanation had been given in order to draw her out, to get her to speak unguardedly, and she withdrew carefully from the offered gambit.

I personally see no reason for making Darkover just another of the worlds of the Empire, she said. But I am not privy to the mind of Hastur. The Hasturs have probably gone into the matter much further than I, and I for one am content to let them judge these matters.

Wouldnt you prefer to have a voice in the decision yourself? he asked her curiously, rather than mindlessly obeying the will of a ruling caste?

I do not mindlessly obey the will of any man, be he Hastur, husband or God, she flashed back at him. But the Comyn have studied this subject and I have not had the opportunity to know all sides of the matter as they have. Piedro has explained your system of representative democracy to me, and it seems only a way for the decisions to be placed in the hands of those unfit to make them. Would you rather listen to the voices of a thousandor a millionfools, or to the voice of a single wise man well trained in these matters?

I do not automatically assume that a thousand, or a million, of the common people must be fools, or that one who speaks for the ruling class must be wise, he retorted swiftly. And if the thousand, or the million, are fools, is it not the business of the wise to instruct them, rather than letting them remain ignorant?

You are making an assumption I do not accept, replied Jaeile, which is that instructing a fool will make him a wise man. There is a proverb which saysa donkey may be schooled for a hundred years, and only learn to bray louder.

But you are not a donkey. Why do you assume that your fellow commoners are not competent to learn as well as you?

I am not ignorant, she said, but I cannot see as far as the Comyn. I have no laran, and even if I learned as much as I am capable of learning, I cannot read the minds and hearts of men, nor see past and future as they can do. It is this which gives them the strength to rule, and the wisdom which persuades the head-blind to accept their wisdom.

Laran, he said quickly, what is laran? And Jaeile realized a moment too late that he had led her into this debate, just for this reasonthat she might speak, unguarded. She cursed the pride that had led her to enjoy sharpening her wits on this Terranan.

Laran? she repeated blandly, as if she hardly remembered what she had said. But he had, of course, one of those forever-be-damned records, the words she spoke had been recorded on to one of their wretched devices and he could listen over and over to what she had said, analyze it, know what she had betrayed.

Laran. I know what the word means, of coursepsychic power, which most Terrans consider superstition. And your people believe that the Hasturs have it?

She hesitated just a moment too late before answering; she should have said quickly that yes, the common people superstitiously believed in the powers of the Comyn. But now it was Alessandro Li who backed away, courteously.

I think we have done enough for one day, Jaelle. We would not want to be late for the Legates reception tonight.

Certainly not, since youre the Guest of Honor, she answered, and at his startled look cursed herself again; worse and worse; she remembered that she had not been told this, that Piedro had not known.

How did you know that? Are you psychic yourself? he asked. She said, Oh, no, when there is anan important guest such as yourself, it doesnt take laran to guess that the Legate will honor him at a reception. She stood up quickly. Im afraid my mind was wandering a bit.

I hope I have not tired you; Im afraid I am a very demanding taskmaster, he said in apology, but well break this up for today; you can go and make yourself beautiful for the reception. I am looking forward to knowing your husband better. I know his work in records, of course, he must be quite an exceptional man, to have attracted so competent a wife.

She ordered herself not to blush at the compliment, resisting the impulse to tug at the immodestly short skirt. Years of Guild-House training should have made her immune to this kind of thing. She stood up, remembering the sharp teaching of the Guild Mothers, your body language says more than your words, if you behave like a woman and a victim, you will be treated as one; try to stand and move like a man when you are working among men. She said in her most businesslike manner I am sure Piedro will be honored, and strode away.

She should warn Piedro; this man was sharp, he could put together small hints in an uncanny way. He might lead Piedro to talk too much. How could she blame her husband, when she had done the same thing? But she had made the mistake of underestimating Li; Piedro at least would be forewarned.

How much does Piedro know? Goddess! I wish I could talk to Magda! she thought.

At one of the high windows overlooking the spaceport, she paused, casting an eye at the great, declining, bloodshot eye of the sun. Perhaps she had time to go through the streets of Thendara to the Guild House, talk with her oath-daughter& but no. There was this accursed reception to get through, and Piedro had warned her this morning that all the invited personnel were expected to be at their finest; he had suggested that she visit the personal-services department and have her hair done.

She shrugged and decided to do exactly that. She had been curious about it anyhow; it was a ritual which all of the women here at HQ seemed to undergo at frequent intervals, and she knew that Peter would be pleased if she went to considerable lengths to make herself beautiful for him. And in the last few days she had been working so hard in Alekis office that she had seen Peter only when he was asleep, or nearly so.

The personal-services area was on the cafeteria floor, painted in a rosy pink color which made Jaelle, raised under a red sun, feel comfortable and soothed. She had begun to think of this time among the Terrans as an adventure, something to relate with pride to the young Renunciate novices when she was old and housebound.

She punched her ID card into the first machine, and a sign flashed: TAKE A SEAT AND RELAX. YOU WILL BE ATTENDED SOON She read the afterimage of the wordssign reading was an exercise in reading swiftly. To Jaelle it was gone before she could focus her eyes. She took one of the gently contoured pink chairs, and waited, thinking over the last days. Time! Alessandro Li was fiendishly aware of time, even more than average Terrans, who were all clockbound to an incredible degree. She had heard gossip among the women in Communications; Bethany said that under normal circumstances, an official on his level would have done nothing, not even requisitioning an office to work in, until after the official reception; but he had begun work immediately, and had kept her with him most of these days. She felt wrung dry, as if he had actually pressed her and squeezed out all the juices of her knowledge; and this was only a beginning. There was so much tension in the awakening memoriesfor she had told him, and Kadarin, things she did not know that she knew or rememberedthat even when she returned to their apartment she would lie awake, aching, her mind racing, too tired to sleep, hardly closing her eyes until it was time to get up. Time! Time! She lived at the mercy of a clock face, time to work, time to eat, time to make love, time, always time!

At home, she had been able to call an attendant whenever she needed something she could not do for herself; even in the Guild House, where none was servant to another, women did for each other these sisterly services. It was never hard to find some sister who would help you to lace your dress, curl your hair or cut it, lend cosmetics or clothing. Here everything was done by machines, it seemed. At length another sign flashed, YOU MAY GO IN NOW. and she took her courage in her hands and went into the pink room; and stopped cold in the doorway.

Racks that tilted every which way, chairs that tilted and turned to the tables, clamps to hold the head, straps to hold the victim in place& the darkness reeled around her for a moment and she had literally to hold to the door. For a moment she was a child again, back in the insane years before her real life had begun, a child who had secretly crept to the door of a hidden room to steal a glance, not knowing it was her fathers torture chamber&

Mother! Mother! For a moment she wanted to run, shrieking, as she had done then, to hide her head in her mothers lap

Then, abruptly, it was just another room, a Terran room filled with machinery, that did with metal fingers what flesh and blood could have done better. She could even make out, now, robot machines for cutting hair, for curling it, for soothing cosmetics& perfumed sprays. The room smelled and looked calm and soothing, but Jaelle could not force herself to step inside; finally she managed to free her feet, which seemed, as they had seemed then, rooted to the ground. She fled down the corridor, through the cafeteria, out the heavy doors and across the hard paving, forgetting to use the underground tunnel, never seeing the Terran eyes that turned to watch her fleeing form, stare at her. She threw herself, gasping, on her bed and buried her face in the pillows, glad beyond belief that Piedro was not there to demand explanation of her curious behavior. Had she disgraced him again? She no longer knew or cared.

It seemed only moments laterhad she slept for a few minutes, an hour?when the door chimed softly. A visitor at this hour? Or had Piedro forgotten his key-card again? Keys and locked doors, for her, belonged to matrix laboratories, dungeonstorture chambers!

Braced to welcome Peter, she was amazed to find Bethany Kane standing in her door.

Jaelle, honeyare you all right? I saw you running across the court as if the devil was after you! Listen, is that bigwig from the Senate bothering you? He has no right to do that! I dropped in, but his secretary said youd gone down to get your hair donecan I come in? People are sleeping on this corridor and I dont want to wake them up. She came in, as Jaelle gestured, then suddenly took in Jaelles disheveled appearance.

Whats the matter? Not going to the reception? I was going down to have my hair done, too, I thought we could go together

Bethany went and stood before Jaelles dressing-table, running her fingers through her own hair. Im a mess, and Montray will expect everyone on the staff to look their best. Do you have some extra curlers? Or are you going down to the beauty shop?

She was looking expectantly at Jaelle, and Jaelle said woodenly, I did go down. But II decided not to go in.

Honey, was somebody down there nasty to you? If they were, you ought to put them on report. Theyre there to wait on people, and if anybody made a single nasty remark

Oh, no. Jaelle smiled faintly. I didnt see any people down there at allI thought it was all done by machines!

Bethany chuckled. Well, most of it is, but there are people there to make sure the machines do what theyre expected to do, she said. Youve let your hair grow lately, havent you? What are you going to do with it tonight?

Jaelle shrugged. Its not long enough to braid; what is there to do with it?

Bethany surveyed her with consternation. Youre not going like that, are you? Honey, Peter would die! Here, sit down, let me see what I can do. Why, youve never even used the cosmetic console in the dressing room, have you? Show me what dress youre going to wear, and Ill figure out something.

Bethany managed, in the next twenty minutes, to show her several features of the bath and dressing table that she had not known existed. She was creamed, curled, elaborately made up, her hair elegantly fluffed into reddish-gold curls. For a little while it felt as if Bethany was indeed one of her Guild-sisters, and she was readying herself for Festival in the streets of Thendara at Midsummer. It was certainly easier than the strange, terrifying room full of machinery would have been, and at last she surveyed herself in the mirror with a certain pleasure; the new Jaelle who looked out at her would hardly have been recognized by the Guild-sisters. Bethanys deft fingers had arranged her hair into a soft halo, deftly accented her high cheekbones and the green glint of her eyes, softened her freckles to a gilt blur, and done something to her eyes so that they looked deep-set and mysterious.

You look marvelous, Bethany said. Youre going to be the hit of the reception! I didnt realize you were a beauty, Jaelle!

Somehow she felt disloyal to the Guild House. Dressing and preening herself like this, for a group of Terranan! Well, she rationalized, it was part of the job, to look her besteven Bethany had said so. Impulsively she hugged her.

Thank you, Beth, she said, and Bethany yipped, Look at the time! Ive got to get down and change my own dress, or Ill be late! Anyhow, Peter will be coming in pretty soon

Bethany had hardly gone when he came in, breathless.

Sweetheart, you look wonderfulyouve done something to your hair, havent you? I came to pick up my dress outfitIll have to dress over there. Do you know what theyve had me doing, the last three days?

No, I dont, she said, Youve hardly seen me, you havent told me anything.

Dont nag, love, Im in a real hurry. Theyve had me crawling around in the dust of the old Records section, trying to clear space for a new model corticator programmer. The place is filled up with old file boxes and books, for Gods sake, I didnt know we still had any, and look at the dust! He held out filthy hands. I havent seen the light of day this week! I should be getting hazard pay, all the germs in thereanyhow, Montray wants me in his office in ten minutes. He flung the suit over his arm. Where are my dress shoes?

In the closet, I suppose. She was pleased that Peter had noticed the pains she had taken with her appearance, but he had so quickly taken it for granted.

Well, for heavens sake, get them for me, will you? Im late, and Ive got to do something about this damned beard he vanished into the bath, and Jaelle, fuming, went to pull out his shoes. She had performed many jobs in her life, but that of valet was new, and she didnt see why she had to perform as his body-servant; if he needed that kind of personal servant, why didnt he hire one for himself? Inside the bath Peter bellowed out a gutter curse and something metal crashed against the wall. He stormed out, raging.

Jaelle! I hear so much about how great you are down in the office, keeping the desks stocked and doing all the little chores Mag used to do, and now I find youve let me run out of depilatory! Hellfire, girl, do you think I can go to the Legates reception looking like a spaceport tramp? He rubbed his beard. Now somehow Ive got to make time to hit the barbershop! Here, give me those! He grabbed the shoes she was holding. Dont be late to the reception, hear me? And he was gone, without a word, without a kiss, without really looking at her at all.

Jaelle sank down, shaking, the ache inside her so enormous and empty that she could hardly breathe. Somehow, the slam of the door behind him had broken something in her, a self she had created here, the reflection of herself in Piedros eyes. As it broke, she felt her teeth clench, the soft beauty Bethany had painted on her face suddenly vanishing into the cold, tough-minded Amazon Kindra had trained.

She was tempted not to go to the reception at all. But it was part of her job& obey any lawful command of my employer& and Magda would have turned herself out stunningly because, if Magda had been doing the work she was doing, Magda would have seen herself as the appointed assistant of the Guest of Honor and known she must do him credit.

The cafeteria level had been rearranged into a gala banqueting hall, already filling with brilliant uniforms, costumes from a dozen different worlds. There was a bar at one end, dispensing drinks which looked delicious, brightly colored and cool. Waiters were carrying trays of little tidbits, and the cafeteria tables had been moved, combined into formal patterns, draped with linen and adorned with flowers. Real flowers. Well, thanks to Lady Rohana, she knew how to behave at a formal banquet. A man she knew slightly from Communications offered her a drink from the bar and she accepted it, saying a few formal words of small talk without hearing herself. She looked around for Peter, but he had not yet appeared. She thought of him in the clutches of the curious beauty-shop machines, having his hair and beard attended to, and cringed.

Jaelle? It was Wade Montray, bowing to her. You look very beautiful tonight. She accepted the compliment as the social noise it was, hardly personal at all. Sandro Li is looking for you. Seeover there by the head table, next to the Legate.

She made her way through the crowd toward him, brushing aside greetings. Crowds had never bothered her before this, and certainly this was not as crowded as Midsummer in Thendara, but for some reason she felt strange, taut, and it seemed to her that too many people were looking at her, theres that Darkovan girl, the one Haldane married, some sort of Darkovan nobility, no I heard she was a free Amazon, a soldier, a fighter, look at the knife scar on her cheek&

Aleki bowed to her. He was wearing some sort of formal clothing strange to her, dark-red, with gold lace and decorations on his breast; she supposed it was suggestive of his Imperial rank. He was very unlike the informally dressed man she knew from the office.

I told you to make yourself beautiful for tonight, but I did not realize that you would dazzle us all, he said, smiling at her, and for a moment it seemed that he was ready to seize her, to grasp at her& no; he was smiling courteously, he had not touched her, why was she so intensely, painfully aware that he desired her, that he had not touched a woman for a long time and that he wanted her? The Amazon in Jaelle cringed, but he had said nothing, his manner was perfectly correct, why was she so open to him just now? She felt as if the room were full of a ringing silence.

His voice seemed to reverberate from very far away. For an instant it seemed that the few sips she had had of her drink were nauseating her and that she would disgrace herself by vomiting here before the whole assembly. She grabbed at vanishing self-control and said as calmly as she could, I didnt hear you, sir. Its a little noisy in here.

He looked around cheerfully. We are a noisy crowd tonight, arent we? I asked if you could hunt up Peter Haldane for me.

She had had no chance to warn Peter against this man, who was so alert to find out what she had no wish to let him know about Darkover. Her eyes searched the crowd for Peters familiar shape, and she braced herself to cross the crowded room through the onslaught of mental voices.

How do the Comyn who have full laran, like Lady Rohana, ever manage to appear anywhere in a crowd? For the first time in her life, she wished she had had some of the training given routinely to the telepaths of the Comyn, to control her laran. & but then, it had never seemed to her that she had enough laran to be worth training! She moved through the crowd, carefully keeping her face blank, she would not stare about her in panic like a mushroom-farmer in the big city for his first Festival!

She knew Peter would be wearing gray, the steel-gray which was so becoming to his red hair and gray-green eyes. She looked through the crowd and finally saw a red head. She made her way to his side and touched his arm.

Alessandro Li wishes to speak with you, she said formally.

Lets not keep him waiting, then, he said, and took her arm. She pulled upright, bracing herself.

I can walk by myself, she said stiffly.

Honey, are you still mad at me? Lets not fight, not here at a party!

She drew a long breath. She said, Piedro, listen to me, please. Li is very curious about the Comyn; hes determined to find out what lies behind it. For three days he has been after me with his questions; dont underestimate him. I did. And I dont know what he wants, but I am not sure it is good for Darkover. I may have told him too much already; be careful what you say to him.

Peter grimaced He said I cant afford to play games with an Imperial bigwig. Ive got to cooperate. Montraythe Coordinator, not Monty, Montys a decent sortold Montray just threatened mehe wants to send me offworld.

Peter! Suddenly she forgot her quarrel with him, at the shocking thought that she might somehow lose him. What? Why?

Theyve located a planet something like Darkoverfeudal setup, low technology, all thatand he says with my experience here, Id be a good one to send there. Personally, I think hes afraid Ill have his job if I stay here, I know twice as much, ten times as much, about Darkover as he does and hes afraid somebody will find it out. And if I can convince Sandro Li that Im really needed here to unravel this mysterydo you see? He swung around and caught her wrist. Jaelle, Im fighting for my life, as much as you were when you and Mag met the banshee on the trail. Wont you back me up? I want to stay on Darkoverwith you. Help me, dont fight me, beloved!

People slid by, on either side of them. In this crowd, so filled with voices she did not really hear, voices that penetrated her mind brutally, she could not think clearly. She swallowed hard and said Come along; justjust be careful what you say, or even what you hint, or hell get it out of me.

Li greeted Peter with great cordiality, indicating, as people began to move toward the banquet tables, that Peter and Jaelle were to be seated near him at the head table.

She was aware, at least partly from the subliminal chatter of telepathic sound, that the Terrans here in Thendara Spaceport regarded Li much as the common people of Thendara would have regarded the Heir to Hastur; here to judge them, in authority over them. Peter was talking to Li with all the charm of which he was capable, emphasizing to the Imperial investigator that he knew more about Darkover than any other man working here. She could tell that Aleki was impressed. She also realized what neither Montray nor Peter had bothered to tell her; that on Lis report depended, not only the future status of Darkover in the Empire, but the future of the Terran installation. He had the power to withdraw the Empire entirely, except for a few officials to tend the spaceport; or to increase the HQ staff until it was a full colony administration; he could open the world to trade, or close it completely.

The fate of Darkover in relation to the Empire is in this mans hands. Even the Hasturs have little to say about it. This is too much of a responsibility for me! It is too great a responsibility for anyone!

At one point in the dinner, when the main course had been finished and they were lingering over sweets and tiny, delicious glasses of variously-scented and colored cordials, Aleki said, In your work I have found frequent mention of Miss Lornes work. Why is she not on the station? Is she on leave offworld? I found her name on the inactive roster.

Cholayna Ares, tall and elegant in low-cut draperies of fire-red which accented her smooth dark skin and frost-white hair, leaned across to them and said, She is on detached duty in Thendara, Sandro; she is in the Renunciate Guild House.

I am extremely eager to meet her, Li said. Do you suppose that I could request her to come in for an interview?

I doubt it, Jaelle said, she is serving her housebound time among the Amazons; she is not allowed to leave the House for that period

But that is barbarous! Li said. To imprison an Empire citizen

Hardly imprisonment, Jaelle said calmly, since it is voluntary.

Peter leaned forward. He had, Jaelle suspected, drunk a little too much. He said I can tell you anything Magda could tell you, Sandro. Most of the places she went, she managed to go while she was under my protection. You dont realize yet how many doors are closed, here, to any woman. Magdas a fine agent; If shed been born a man, shed be the Legate by now! But here on Darkover, no woman could be accepted that way. And now shes gone over the wall, gone native. I can fill in most of Magdas reports for you.

Can you really? Lis face was sharp, and intent.

I can and I will. Peter reached for another drink.

Ill take you up on that, Sandro Li said, and turned to listen to the speaker at the head of the table.

An hour later, Jaelle faced Peter across the small room they shared. She knew he had drunk too much; his face was flushed, his speech incoherent, but he was not so drunk he could disclaim responsibility for what he had done.

Peter, dont you realize? That man is out to destroy Darkover the Darkover we knowto turn it into another Terran colony! And youre helping him!

I think youre exaggerating. In any case, what does it matter? Hes only here to investigate how well the HQ is doing its job on Darkover. I owe him cooperation; so do you and so does Magda. If it werent for men like him, there would be no Empire.

Would that be such a misfortune?

He took her shoulders and turned her toward him. She permitted it, not sure why she didnt kick him away.

Theres no reason Darkover cant accept whats good about the Empire while keeping whats good in its own way of life. Its not wrong to hate ignorance and poverty. Look, chiya, I was born on Darkover, its my home too, I love itI want to stay here, be part of it. He bent to kiss her, burying his face in her scented hair. I was fightingI am fightingfor the right to stay here, as any man would fight for his land, his home, his wife. I do it with words instead of a sword, thats all. But I am Darkovan. You heard what Cholayna said when she heard about our wedding?

She had heard; somehow it had nested in her heart, almost with pain. Cholayna had said; with your red hair and Peters, what beautiful children you will have.

I want a son, he whispered, as much as any man of the Hellers would want a son. A son to live here on Darkover, our world& Jaelle, Jaelle&

He picked her up and carried her to the bed. She allowed it, even enjoyed his touch; he laid her down, whisked away the filmy green of her dress, flinging it unheeded to the floor. As he drew her into his arms once again he was wholly open to her. She could feel it in him, like an eternal and unhealed wound, Magdas refusal to give him the child he desired. His body possessed hers but it was she who possessed his mind, he was at her mercy&

& and suddenly she knew him as Magda had known him, he really believed that he could treat her as valet, comrade-in arms, personal servant, breeding-anima, and somehow repay it all just with the ardor of his lovemaking& the rage that boiled up in her then cut off thought; she twisted aside, a knee, a shoulder, both arms stabbing up, and he rolled helplessly aside, shocked and vulnerable. She sprang up, crouching into a defensive posture, and he lay stunned, staring at her in absolute disbelief.

Sweetheartwhats wrong?

Next time, ask me if I feel like making love! The confusion and outrage on his face felt good to her. Next time I might even agree to bear you a child. But ask. Dontdont take! She felt she could not endure to look at him. He thought he had only to caress her and she was enslaved to his will!

He was sitting on the bed, drunk and miserable. Jaelle, what did I do wrong? Tell me!

She did not know. What did happen to love? Now she only wanted to hurt him, to lash out at him, to jeer at his vulnerability! She said, low and hard-faced, Dont everevertake me for granted, Terranan! and slammed the door of the bath behind her, turning on the water full force. She stood under the shower and cried, cried till she felt empty and helpless as she had left Peter there. When she came out of the shower he was asleep, a bottle empty on the floor beside him; he reeked of the cheap Darkovan wine from the port. She threw the bottle down the disposal chute, pulled her cloak from the closet and fell asleep on the floor by the bed.

She woke late, and he was gone; she had not even heard him leave. And she was glad.

CHAPTER SEVEN

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Someone was calling Magdas name, in her sleep, from very far away.

MargaliMargali!

It was dark in the room; outside it was snowing hard. Camilla, wrapped in a thick furred gown, was standing by her side. Magda sat up and asked, What is it? Im not on kitchen duty, Camilla. There was no particular hour to get up; but for the convenience of women who worked in the city, an early hot breakfast was served, and the women on kitchen duty were roused early to cook and serve it. Anyone sleeping through this breakfast had to rummage in the pantry for cold bread, or go hungry until dinner.

Im sorry to wake you at this hour, breda, but Byrna is in labor and should not be left alone; will you come and sit with her for a time?

Magda got out of bed, huddling her thick nightgown round her, her feet cringing at the touch of the stone floor. Where is the midwife?

It always happens this waybabies come in clusters! Marisela has slept in the house these last ten days, but tonight of all nights she was called out to the other end of the city. But it is Byrnas first child, and there is no great hurry. You will have time to wash your face and dress.

Magda went down the hall to the community bath and splashed her face with cold water; she flinched at its cold bite, knowing that if she stayed here a hundred years she would never, never get used to this. It had never seemed to occur to anyone that anyone would want a warm bath in the morning, so in the morning there was no hot waterit was as simple as that. Magda supposed that when you were doing hard manual work it made sense to wash off the days grime in the eveningshe still remembered her tenday in the stables, and how welcome a hot bath had been then. But it was one of those cultural differences that really hurt.

What time is it? she asked Camilla, as they went down the corridor.

Just after midnight. We have taken her upstairs, so she can make as much noise as she likes, and not fear waking anyone who needs sleep. Rafaella is upstairs with her now, but Rafi is pledged to leave at sunrise and she must have a little sleep.

In the fourth-floor room, a fire had been lighted, and Byma was walking back and forth in front of the fire, wrapped in thick shawls over her chemise. She turned and said Thank you for coming to stay with me, MargaliIm sorry to get you up like this

Its all right, said Madga, taking her hands awkwardly. How are you feeling?

It doesnt hurt as much as I thought it would, not yet, Byrna said, Its like a bad case of cramps, and it sort of comes and goes; between times I feel fine.

And it wont even hurt that much, if you remember what Marisela told you, and breathe into it, Rafaella said, coming to put her arm around Bymas waist. Ive had four, and I know. She gave Byrna a hug, and went to the door with Magda. She said, Do you know how to handle this early stage?

Magda shook her head. Rafaella always made her feel stupid and incompetent. Ive never been with a woman in labor before.

Rafaella raised her eyebrows. At your age? Where, in Avarras name, were you brought up? Well, all you can do at this stage is to keep her cheerful, remind her to relax if she starts to tense up. The most she can do, at this stage, is not to interfere with whats going on inside. Let her drink as much water as she wants, or tea she added, indicating a kettle boiling over the fireplace on its long arm, and if she feels faint, put a spoonful of honey in it. Dont worry if she vomits, some women do. The important thing is just to be with her, reassure her.

Magda faltered. What if thethe baby comes before the midwife gets here?

Rafaella stared at her in puzzlement. Well, so what? If it comes all by itself, thats the best thing that could happen. They do sometimes come like that, no pain, no fuss. If it does, just wrap it in anything handydont cut the cordjust lay it on top of her and go and yell for somebody who knows what to do; any of the Guild Mothers would know. She added impatiently, Theres nothing to handling a baby that comes by itself; its when they dont that you need help! Camilla will be in and out; if Byrna starts wanting to push, tell Camilla to go and get somebody in a hurry, but I dont think that will happen for hours yet. And for heavens sake, calm down, youll frighten Byrna if youre this nervous! If there were anybody else, Id never leave her to you, of all people! But how was I to know anyone your age would be so ignorant? Rafaella went and hugged Byrna again, said, Have a nice little Amazon for the house, wont you? and went away with Camilla, leaving Magda alone with Byrna. They looked at each other rather helplessly; then Byrna said Ohits starting again, and grabbed Magda around the waist, leaning heavily on her, breathing hard and panting softly. When it was over she drew a long, gasping breath and said That one really hurt!

Well, said Magda, maybe that means it wont be as long as you think.

I want to rest for a while. Byrna dropped down on the mattress which had been laid on the floor, covered with clean, but ragged sheets, She sighed restlessly.

My oath-mother promised to be here for the birth, but I have heard there are floods in the Kilghard Hills, and she could not travel. She blinked tears from her eyes. Im so lonely here, with no oath-sisters in the Houseeveryones been so kind to me, but its not like having my oath-sisters here.

Those who witness your oath are your family& . Magda remembered the swift growth of her own bond with Jaelle, and that Camilla had treated her with unusual friendliness. Byrna, we are all your sisters, bound by the oathevery one of us here.

I know. I know. But Byrna blinked tears away and her hands clenched into fists. She closed her eyes, shifted her weight again and seemed to fall asleep for a moment. Magda rose and mended the fire, tiptoed back and sat beside the apparently sleeping Byrna.

After a long time Byrna stirred and twisted restlessly. Even when Im breathing the way Marisela told me, it hurts, it hurts so much, and Marisela promised it wouldnt&

Magda tried to remember random things she had read. Just breathe quietly; try to feel as if you were floating, she said, and Byrna was quiet again, resting. After a time she hoisted herself up wearily and began to walk, leaning on Magda. They said it would go faster if I could stay on my feet.

Later, Camilla came back, carrying a cradle in her arms. How are you feeling, Byrna? Look, here is a cradle for your little one; I found it in the storeroom, and an embroidered blanket; I made this one myself, fifteen years ago, for Rafaellas last baby. Doria slept under it. And now she is an Amazon herself!

It looks like new, Byrna said, caressing the woolly fabric, and Camilla laughed. No baby uses it for very long. How do you feel?

Awful, Byrna said, and it seems to be taking a long time.

Camilla felt about her body. Youre coming along well enough. It may not be as long as we think. Try to walk some more, if you can.

She disappeared again, and the time seemed to stretch out. Byrna walked and Magda held her upright, holding her when the contractions seized her; later she lay down to rest, or slept a little, moaning. After three or four hours, gray light began to steal through the window.

Look, Magda said, its morning. The sun will be up soon. Byrna did not answer, and Magda thought she had dozed again, but then she heard the woman whimper softly. Whats the matter? Is it very bad? Lie back and relax, Byrna

Lie back, Byrna, dont make a fuss, Byrna, relax, Byrna, the woman mimicked savagely, sitting up on the bed. Dont I know it all? You dont really give a damn, Byrna flung at her, and started to cry, Theres nobody here who cares, and Im so miserable She sobbed, curling herself up, holding herself, and Magda was dismayed She felt she was breaking all the rulessurely nothing like this would ever have been allowed in Medic HQ in the Terran Zonebut she sat down on the edge of the mattress beside Byrna, laying a tentative hand on the shaking shoulders. Thats not true, Byrna. Im really sorry your oath-mother isnt with you, but Ill try to help you all I can, really I will. And it will be over sooner than you think.

Byrna flung her arms around Magda and burst into agonized, passionate crying. Magda patted her, helplessly.

Is it so bad? Dont cry, they say the worse it is, the sooner it is to being over. It was one of the few things she could remember from the midwives lecture a few days ago. If you feel so bad now, then this is the worst, youll feel better soon when you start to bear down, But please, lie down againtry to relax

It isnt the pain, Byrna said distractedly, I could stand that, it isnt that she clung to Magda, moaning. Magda held her, letting Byrna clutch at her hands with bone-crushing force.

She could feel the deep, racking shudders that passed through Byrna, and it reminded her of that moment under the matrix, when Lady Alida had gone deep into the cell-structure of the wound on Jaelles face and Magda had found herself sharing it. Laran. Must I feel everything she feels?

But the paroxysm passed and Magda wondered if she had merely imagined it. She persuaded Byrna to lie back on the pillows, sponged the sweat from her face, and persuaded her to sip a little tea with honey. Tears were still rolling down Byrnas face, and to distract her Magda asked, Do you want a boy or a girl?

A girl, of courseI was there when Felicia had to give up her son, since no male may live in a Renunciate house after he is five. She said he would soon be a stranger to her, yet she did not want to leave the House and her sisters, and hire a nurse to keep him when she was at work, and face all the dangers of a woman living alone in the CityI think if I bear a son I will give him up at once, before it tears my heart to let him go. Felicia wanted a son, she said she did not want to be troubled with fifteen years tied down to rearing a girl, but now that Rael is gone she is moping like a chervine that has lost her calf. I will not be that foolish, I will give him up at once.

Who is your childs father, Byrna? Or would you rather not tell

His name is Errol, and he is a cousin of mine. His wife has no son, and she said she would welcome a child of his to foster and then Byrna began to cry harder than ever. Magda, alarmed, asked, Breda, what is it?

Byrna wept I cant stand it, I cant stand it

The pains? Sister, shall I go and call Camilla, or one of the Guild Mothers? Keitha has had children, too, she might know

No, no, not the pain she sobbed till her whole body shook. OnlyonlyI am oath-breaker, forsworn

Byrna, dontthis is no time

Its true, true! That is why I wanted my oath-mother here, to confess to her, to have her forgiveness Her body convulsed again and Magda was sure she was making it worse with her violent crying.

The oath she wrenched out, twisting and writhing, I am sworn& bear no child save in my own time and season. & I have been taught, I know there are ways of preventing the conception of a child I did not wantbut it was Midsummer, and II wanted to please Errol, so I lay with him even though I was raiva, ripe for conception, and notnot protectedbut I was lonely, and he wanted mewe have been lovers for many years; at one time we had spoken of marriage, but I wasat that time I wanted to be independent, to do only my own will, so I chose the Guild-House, and went away to Dalereuth, and then, when I came back to Thendara, I found that he was married, and unhappy. And it seemedoh, I hardly know how to tell you, so right somehow, with the music, and the dancing, and aa starlit night with all the moons above us, and yetI knew it was wrong, to risk this, to risk itand so I am forsworn, forsworn

Magda was confused, not aware of the particular ethical point involved. She remembered how, at Midwinter Festival at Ardais, she had come near to surrendering herself to Peter, just because the old habit of love for him was so strong, and he had wanted her so much. But she could have done so, thanks to Terran medicine, without this kind of risk. She had been properly protected against conception& and she remembered what Mother Lauria had said on her first day in the house, that this training would be beyond price to the Renunciates. It was a sin that they did not have proper contraceptives, so that women need not take this kind of risk, bear unwanted children& and suffer this kind of guilt.

She held Byrna till her sobbing quieted a little, and said gently, It is too late for regrets of that kind, breda. Done is done. Now you must just think of your baby. What a foolish thing to say, she thought, as she mouthed the phrases; what else had Byrna been thinking about for all these months?

Obediently Byrna lay down; and then a look of surprise came over her face. She began to gasp deeply, to breathe in a new way, gulping in deep breaths and letting them out in a harsh, straining groan. Magda admonished her to relax, but Byrna seemed not to hear, gasping out between the heavy groans Somethings happeningit doesnt hurt as much now

Oh, God, Magda thought, shes beginning to bear down, Ive got to go and call somebody who knows what to do

Byrna gasped I need toto hold something and grabbed at Magdas hands, straining, hauling, her face reddening with the effort. Magda tried to brace herself against panic.

O-o-h, Byrna groaned, but curiously it was not a sound of pain; only of tremendous effort; Magda could almost feel it in her own body and it was a curiously satisfying sensationwhat the hell was happening to her? More to the point, what was happening to Byrna?

Byrna clutched her hands and let out a long howling cry, more a grunt than a scream. Its coming, she yelled, I can feel it, its coming, its coming now She gulped air again and gave herself over to the groaning, straining effort. Magda tried to wrest her hands away.

Let me go and call somebody, Byrna

No, no, dont leave me Byrna grunted the words out and went into a long shriek; Magda could not free herself. Maybe someone would hear Byrna yelling, but she could not get free without hurting her, maybe she should run and call somebody but Byrna was tugging at her hands, crying out, that hard yell ending in gasping grunts

Oh, Camilla, why dont you come back!

The door burst open and Keitha was in the room. She said briskly, I heard her, and Ive delivered enough babies to know what that kind of yell means. Here, let me she drew the shawl and chemise back. Get behind her, Margali, hold her upyes, like that, hold her up, thats right. Magda obeyed, numbly, not knowing what was going on; Byrna was sitting half-upright, her legs spread, Magda behind her, gripping her around the waist. Byrna arched her body, strained, howling aloud, as Keitha braced her knees upright She said swiftly, No time to call anybody, no time to waitI can manage.

Byrna gasped and yelled again, her body arching with effort. She was babbling, but Magda could not understand the words. Keitha knelt before her, and out of the corner of her eye Magda saw something red, slick, wet, streaked with blood. Byrnas harsh gasps and cries were blood-curdling; Keitha murmured something reassuring, and then Magda saw the wet, wriggling body of the child as Keitha lifted it, gently, tilted it head downward. There was a faint mewing wail, then the newborn baby began to scream indignation at leaving his warm nest. His. Magda could see the tiny folded genitals against the little body. Byrna relaxed against Magda, held out her arms.

Let me hold him, she whispered. Oh, Keitha, give him to me.

Hes beautiful, Keitha said, smiling, and laid the naked child on Byrnas belly. He wriggled toward the breast, and Byrna guided him gently; Magda suddenly wanted to cry, she wasnt sure why.

I didnt want a child, she thought, any more than Byrna did. Yet shes so happy with it now. Hes so beautiful, she thought, looking blissfully at the baby against Byrnas body, and I could have had Peters child, and I would have been as happy as thatshe felt her breath catch in a sob.

Margali, said Keitha, Go and call Mother Millea. I would go myself, but I can manage the afterbirth, if I must, and you cant.

But Magda had not reached the door before Camilla came in, and beside her, heavily wrapped in outdoor cloak and hood, was Marisela, who looked at them and laughed as she took off her mantle.

So you have cheated me out of a birth-gift, Keitha? Well, I have been up all night delivering twins; both born backward and I thought the mother would bleed to death. But they are both alive, and so is their mother, and they were both sons, so the father she made a wry face, forced a double fee on me. So I am glad the hard part is already over. She went quickly and washed her hands in the basin near the fire, then came and said, Let me see. Well, you managed that nicely, Keitha; she is not torn, even though it came so fast? Well, he is not very big. Here, little man, she said, taking up the baby and handling him in her expert fingers, turning him over, checking the cord, the stumpy little toes and fingers, putting a finger in his mouth to see if he sucked at it, swiftly inspecting nose, ears, the back of his pudgy neck, Well, what a fine little fellow you are, every finger and toe where it should be. She laid him down again at Byrnas breast. How do you feel, Byrna?

Tired, the woman said blissfully, and sleepy. And hungry. Isnt he beautiful, Marisela?

He is indeed, said Mansela. She was a small, competent-looking woman, her hair cropped in Amazon fashion, but she wore womens clothing. She said, I will send one of your friends down to get you some hot milk with honey; you are not bleeding much, but I will put something in it anyway, and then you will sleep for a while. And when you wake up, you shall have as big a breakfast as you want to eat. She looked at Magda and said, You are the new one, arent you? I forget your name

Margali nha Ysabet, Madga said.

I am sorry; I spend so much of my time out of the house I sometimes do not remember you all. I remembered you, though, Keitha, she said, touching Keithas cropped golden head, Did I not deliver your daughter? She must be a big girl by now.

Keithas face crumpled. She said, shaking, Sheshe died just before Midwinter, of the fever

Ah, Goddess, I am sorry! Marisela exclaimed.

II begged my husband to send for you, who know so much of healing, but he would notwould not let a Renunciate under his roof

Ah, I am sorry, but I might have been as helpless as they, said Marisela gently, I am skilled, but against some fevers there is no help. But now you are here, and some day, Keitha, we must talk. For the moment, I am grateful to you for doing so well with Byrnas baby. I must finish this, she added, holding her dripping hands well away from her, exactly as Magda had seen Medics do in the Terran HQ, and bent over Byrna to check the afterbirth. Camilla, will you wrap up Byrnas little man?

Magda watched Camillas long, callused fingers, tender on the child; Camilla held the baby, crooning, for a moment against her meager breast. How can a neuter, a woman who has no female hormonesand besides that, she must be fifty at least appear so motherly? How, in any case, did a neuter, an emmasca, think of herself, of children? Magda could not even guess. She had always believed that this kind of motherly feeling was a matter of hormones, no more than that.

Margali, Marisela said, Go down to the kitchen, and heat some milk; put honey in it, and bring it up here for Byrna, to have with her medicine, before she sleeps.

Magda went downstairs, feeling weary; now she must stir up the banked fire and heat some milk! To her aching relief, however, Irmelin was already there, quietly moving around the huge stove. Rafaella was there too, dressed for riding, eating a bowl of hot porridge at the table.

So Byrnas had her baby? And now Marisela wants some hot milk and honey for her, Irmelin said, kindly. You sit down there by Rafi and have some tea; I made myself some when I came down, its poured out there. So Byrnas had her baby what was it? Boy or girl?

A boy, Magda said, drinking the hot tea gratefully as Irmelin put the milk to heat.

Rafaella swore, slamming her fist on the table. Hellfire! Poor brat, and shell have to give him upZandrus hells, how well I remember that! There ought to be a betterhellfire! She slammed out, leaving her porridge-bowl knocked over, spilling milk and runny porridge over the table. Magda stared after her, wondering what was the matter.

Irmelin watched her, sighing, but she came and mopped up the milk without speaking. She said curtly, Drink your tea, Margali, and take this up to Byrna, and her eyes were distant, her lips set. Magda sipped at the sweet milky tea, longing almost passionately for a strong cup of black coffee. Her head was aching, and she felt exhausted. She took the milk upstairs.

The baby, wrapped in blanket and kimono, was lying in Byrnas arms, Byrna had been washed, her hair combed and braided, and she was lying with her eyes closed and peaceful.

Let me put him in the cradle while you drink your milk, breda, Camilla said, holding the cup to her lips, but Byrna clung to the baby. No, I want to keep him, please, please

Marisela told them to go and get some breakfast, saying she would stay with Byrna for a few hours, to make sure she did not begin bleeding, and Camilla sighed as they went down the stairs.

Poor little thing, she said, I hope Ferrika will come here in time to comfort her before she yields up her childI am troubled about her. She put her arm around Magda, and said, You are weary, toohad you never delivered a child before?

Never, said Magda. Had you?

Oh, yesI could have managed, had Keitha not been there. Rafaellas second son was born like that, and long before she looked for it; she had not counted her time properly and did not know she was within forty days of labor. She began to laugh. We were riding together near Neskaya Guild House: we had been on fire-watch. She barely had time to get her breeches off; the child was born into my hands as I bent to see if she was truly in labor. We wrapped it in my tunic and she rode home beside me! The tall emmasca chuckled. I have heard that Dry-Town women ride till the very day they are delivered, but this equalled anything I had ever heard!

The smell of breakfast cooking rose up the stairs, but Camilla did not turn toward the dining-room; instead she pulled the house-door open. The street was empty and dark, snow still falling heavily, though the light was stronger. Magda felt lost in the world of thick snowflakes, lost, very alien in this strange world. She felt that if by chance she should look in a mirror she would not recognize herself. Camilla heard her sigh, and tightened her arm around Magdas shoulder.

You are weary of being housebound, I can imagine; but dark and dismal as the days are now, it would be worse to be shut up inside in the full summer. The time will pass before you know it. Look, there is blood on your tunic, and on your wrist, she added, picking up Magdas hand. We have an old saying in the hills where I was brought up; if blood is spilt on you before breakfast, you will shed blood before nightfall. Are your courses due?

For a moment Magda did not quite understand the phrase, which Camilla had spoken in the cahuenga vernacular; Camilla repeated the question in casta and Magda shook her head.

Oh, no, not nearly. The snowflakes, whirling up from the street, felt cold on her cheeks. Camilla looked at her, troubled.

But you have been here more than forty days and you have not had thembreda, are you pregnant?

Damn it, was everybody watching her so closely as that? She said in exasperation Damnation, no!

But how can you possibly be sure Camillas face changed. Margali! Have you taken a fertility-destroyer?

Again, for a moment, Magda did not understand; when she did she thought that was probably the nearest equivalent to the Terran medical treatment which had suppressed menstruation and female function. She nodded; it saved argument.

Dont you know those drugs can kill you, child? Why do you girls do it? Camilla broke off and sighed. I of all people have no right to lecture you, being what I am& and beyond that danger forever. It has been so long, so long since I can even remember what it was like to be driven by those hungers and needs. But at timeswhen I think of Byrnas face when she looked at her childI wonder. The deep sigh seemed to rack her whole body; but her lips were pressed tight together, and she stared impassively at the falling snow. Magda had wondered before; what could drive a woman to the illegal and often fatal neutering operation on Darkover; it would not have been simple even for Terran medicine, yet she had seen more than one emmasca in her travels. She did not speak her question aloud, but at her side Camilla stiffened and looked away from her, staring into the whirling snowflakes, and Magda wondered if the woman could really read her mind.

Camilla said at last, Only my oath-mother, Kindra, knows all; it is something of which I do not often speak, as you may imagine, but you are my sister and should know the truth. I she stopped again for a moment, and Magda protested, I did not askyou do not need to tell me anything, Camilla

She does read my mind! How? Magda remembered, with a curious sting of apprehension, how at Ardais she had stood by as Lady Rohana and the leronis Alida worked with the matrix to heal Jaelles wound, and how she had found herself within the matrix, working with laran.

Camilla said, Once Ibore another name, and my family was not unknown in the Kilghard Hills. My mother said, she added, her voice flat and detached, that there was Hastur blood in my veins; which means probably that I was festival-born, and not the daughter of my father. I was destined for a great marriage, or for the Tower, a leronis. My fathers freehold was attacked one day by bandits; they slew many of my fathers sworn men, and me they carried away, with some of his cattle, to be a plaything for them. You can imagine, I suppose, how they used me, she said, still in that flat, detached voice. I was not yet fourteen years old, and mercifully I have forgotten much.

Oh, Camilla! Magdas arms tightened around the older womans spare body.

I was ransomed, and rescued, at last, Camilla went on, rigid in Magdas arms, My family was concerned, I think, mostly that I was spoilt for a grand marriage. And a leronis must be she paused, considering and turning over words, almost visibly, untouched. I was not yet old enough even to know that I was with child by one of theanimals who had stolen me. I remember no more; my mind was darkened. I am told I laid hands on my life. Her eyes were distant, looking inward on horror; at last she gave herself a little shake and her voice was alive again.

It mattered no further to my family what became of me. I was healed, but I knew I could never again endure the touch of any man withouthorror. The Lady of Arilinn it was, Leonie Hastur, sanctioned it, that I should be made emmasca, and so it was done. For many years I lived among men, as a man, and refused to admit even to myself that I was a woman. But at last I came to the Guild House; and there I found, again, that womanhood waswas possible for me. She smiled down at Magda. It was half a lifetime ago; sometimes for years together I remember nothing of that old life, or who I was then. We should go and sleep; only when I am weary do I talk such morbid rubbish.

Magda was still speechless, horror-stricken, not only by Camillas story, but by the frozen calm with which she told it. Camilla smiled again at her and said My oath-mother Kindra said once to me that every woman who comes to the Guild House has her own story and every story is a tragedy, one which would hardly be believed if it was played in a theatre by actors! When I saw Keithas scarsI too was once beaten like an animal, and bear scars like hers on my body; so the story is fresh in my mind, and raw again.

Magda protested, Surely that is not true of all Renunciates, though? They cannot be all tragedies! Surely some women simply come here because they like the life, or choose it for themselvesJaelle, she told me, grew up in the Guild House, foster-daughter to Kindra

Ask Jaelle, sometime, about her mothers death, said Camilla.

She was born in Shainsa; but it is her story, not mine, and I have no right to tell it.

Magda laughed uneasily. My story is no tragedy, she said, trying to speak lightly. It is more like a comedyor a farce!

Ah, sister, Camilla said, that is the true horror of all our stories, that some men, hearing them, would think them almost funny. But there was no mirth in her voice. You should go to breakfast. I will give no lesson in swordplay today. She held out her arms and gave the younger woman a quick, warm hug. Go and sleep, chiya.

Magda would have rather stayed; she did not want to be alone. But she went obediently up to her room and to bed. An hour or two later she found herself awake, and unable to sleep again; she went to the kitchen and found herself some cold food; afterward, at loose endsfor the Guild Mothers had excused her from any duties todayshe went into the library and read, for a time, the history of the Free Amazons. It crossed her mind that she should make careful notes, to file all this in the Terran records one day, but she did not want to think about that just yet. Later in the day Mother Lauria found her and asked her to take hall duty, the lightest of the assigned tasks inside the house. This meant only that she should go to the greenhouse and find flowers and leaves there for the decorations, which were beginning to fade, and afterward, stay in the hall and let anybody in or out, or answer the door if anyone came to the House on business.

Magda was learning simple stitches, but she still disliked sewing; she brought down a cord belt she was braiding, and sat working at the intricate knots.

Two or three times she got up to let someone in, and once brought a message to Marisela, which she gave at the door of the room where Byrna was sleeping, the baby tucked in beside her. She was half asleep, in the gray light of the hallway, when suddenly there was a loud and shocking banging on the door.

Magda jumped up and pulled the heavy door open. A huge burly man, expensively dressed, stood on the doorstep: he glowered at Magda and said, using the derogatory mode, I wish to see the woman who is in charge of this place. But the inflection he used made it obvious that his meaning was, Get me the bitch who is in charge of this rotten dump.

Magda noticed that there were two men behind him, as large as himself, both heavily armed with sword and dagger. She said, in a polite mode which was a reproof to him, I will ask if one of the Guild Mothers is free to speak with you, messire. May I state your business?

Damn right, growled the man, Tell the old bitch Ive come for my wife and I want her right now and no arguments.

Magda shut the door in his face and went quickly to the Guild Mothers sanctuary.

How white you are! Mother Lauria exclaimed. Whats wrong, child?

Magda explained. She said I think it must be Keithas husband, meanwhile glancing at the huge, copper-sheathed door commemorating the battle which had claimed their right to a woman who had, like Keitha, taken refuge here generations ago.

Mother Lauria followed her eyes.

Let us hope it does not come to that, my child. But run down quickly to the armory, and tell Rafaellano, Rafi is away with a caravan to the north. Tell Camilla to arm herself quickly, and come. I wish Jaelle were here, but there is no time to send for her. You arm yourself, too, Margali; Jaelle told me that you fought with bandits when she was wounded near Sain Scarp.

Magda, her heart pounding, ran down to the armory and quickly armed herself with the long knife the Amazons did not call a swordthough Magda could not see the difference. Camilla, arming herself, looked grim.

Nothing like this has happened for ten years and morethat we should have to defend the house by force of arms as if we were still in the Ages of Chaos! She looked doubtfully at Magda. And you are all but untried

Magda was all too aware of this. Her heart pounded as they hurried along the stairs, side by side. Mother Lauria was waiting for them in the hall. There was a furious banging, on the door, and Mother Lauria opened it again.

The man on the doorstep began to bluster. Are you the woman in charge of this place?

Mother Lauria said quietly I have been chosen by my sisters to speak in their name. May I ask to whom I have the honor of speaking? She spoke with the extreme courtesy of a noblewoman addressing the crudest peasant.

The man snarled, I am Shann MacShann, and I want my wife, not a lot of talk. You filthy bitches lured her away from me, and I want her sent out to me this minute!

No woman is allowed to come to us except of her free will, said Mother Lauria, If your wife came here it was because she wished to renounce her marriage for cause. No woman within these walls is wife to you.

Dont you chop logic with me, you The man spat out a gutter insult. You bring my wife out here to me, or Ill come in there and take her!

Magdas hand tightened on her knife, but the Guild Mothers voice was calm. By the rules of this place, no man may ever pass our walls except by special invitation; and I am afraid I really have nothing more to say to you, sir. If the woman who was once your wife wishes to speak with you, she may send you a message and settle any business left unsettled between you, but until she wishes to do so

Look, that wife of mine, she gets mad at me sometimes, once she ran away to her mother and stayed almost forty days, but she come cryin back to me again. How do I know youre not holding her there and she wanting to come back?

Just why would we do a thing like that? asked Mother Lauria mildly.

You think I dont know what goes on in places like this?

Yes, said Mother Lauria, I think you do not know at all.

Keitha, shes too much a woman to get along without a man! Shann blustered, You send her out here right now!

Im really afraid, you know, said the Guild Mother with great composure, that you are going to have to accept my word: Keitha nha Casilda has expressed no desire to return to you. If you wish to hear this from her own lips, we allow visitors on the night of High Moon, and you are welcome to come, unweaponed, alone or with members of your immediate family, and speak to her either alone or in our presence, as she herself wishes. But at this hour and on this day no man may enter here unless he has business here, and you, sir, assuredly have none. I ask you now to take yourself and your men away from here, and not to create a commotion on our doorstep.

I tell you, Im coming in and get my wife, Shann shouted, whipped out his sword and started up the steps. Camilla and Magda, long knives drawn, quickly stepped forward and blocked the way.

You think Im not a match for a pair of girls? He whipped the sword down, but Camilla, moving swiftly as a striking snake, caught his blade with hers and struck it from his hand. He missed his footing on the stairs and stumbled, almost falling. He shouted to his men Come on! Lets get in there!

Magda braced herself for another attack. The white light of the snow in the street, the two huge men slowly advancing, Camilla at her shoulder, the knife-scars on her face white and drawn. For Magda the scant few seconds it took for the men to mount the first step seemed to last an eternity.

Then the men were on them and Magda felt herself thrusting, twisting the steel; the mans sword clanged, whipped sideways, slashed quickly back, and Magda felt a line of fire slice along her leg.

It didnt hurt, not yet, but while she blocked the next stroke skills learned in Intelligence training, years ago, were coming back rapidlywhat she mostly felt was shock.

You get this kind of training, its routine, but you dont expect to have to use it, not really. You find you can do it, her thoughts raced, but you dont believe it, not while youre doing it, not even while youre bleeding. Her mind lagged behind but her body was fighting, driving the men back, down the steps. One slipped in the snow and Magda felt the sword go in under his breastbone before she fully knew it, felt the body sliding back off the blade, pulled by its own dead weight. She brought her knife up to guard against the next man; did not realize that Shann had gone down, bleeding, under Camillas sword; that Camilla had said, to the third man, Had enough?

Magda did not hear: she was going after the third man in a flurry of sword-strokes, forcing him back and down the steps. Her blood sounded loud in her own ears and there was a blurry haze, blood-colored, before her eyes. A voice inside her seemed to be screaming, Kill them, kill them all! All of her rage against the Darkovan men who had kept her from the work and the world she wanted, her terror of the bandits who had disarmed her and shown her her own weaknessit was almost a sensual frenzy, letting the sword move almost without volition, until she heard someone shouting her name. By now the sound meant nothing. She saw the man before her slip, stumble to his knees. Then another sword struck hers down; she whirled to face her attacker and in the moment before she struck, she saw Camillas face; it made her pause, just a moment, and her sword went flying with a violence that knocked her hand numb.

No, Margali! No! He surrendered, didnt you see him raise his sword in surrender? Camillas hand bit into her wrist, a cruel grip that paralyzed her fingers.

Magda came up to her senses, shaking; she looked, in consternation, at the man she had killed, and Shann next to him, groaning in his blood at the foot of the stairs. The third man had backed off and was staring in dismay at a wound in his forearm, from which fresh blood welled up.

Camilla said furiously You have disgraced your knife! She pushed Magda down, hard, on the steps, and went down the stairs to the wounded man.

I most humbly beg your pardon, sir. She is new to fighting, and untried; she did not see your gesture of surrender.

The wounded man said, I thought you women were going to kill us all, surrender or no! And this is no quarrel of mine, mestra!

Camilla said, I have honorably sold the service of my blade for thirty years, comrade. My companion is young. Believe me, we will so deal with her that she will not so disgrace her blade again. But are you not Shanns sworn man?

The mercenary spat. Sworn man to that one? Zendrus hells, no! Im a paid sword, no more. Its no business of mine to lose my life for the likes of him!

Let me see your wound, Camilla said, You shall have indemnity, believe me. We have no quarrel with you.

And I have no quarrel with you, and no blood-feud, mestra. Between ourselves, Id say that if his wife left him hed given her cause four times over, but my sword is for hire, so I fought while he fought. But he is no kin or sworn comrade. Awkwardly, with his unwounded hand, he thrust the sword back into its sheath, and pointed to Shann. Ill go find his housefolk and his paxmen to haul him home; hes nothing to me, but when I fight at a mans side, I dont leave him to bleed to death in the street. He looked regretfully at the man Magda had killed. Now he was a pal of mine; weve been hiring out our swords together for twelve years come midsummer.

Camilla said gravely, Who grudges his blood to a blade had better earn his living behind the plow.

The man sighed, made the cristoforo sign of prayer. Aye, hes laid his burdens now on the Bearer of the Worlds Wrongs. Peace to him, mestra. He looked at his wounded arm. But it goes hard to have blood shed after surrender!

Mother Lauria came down the steps. You shall have whatever indemnity a judge names as fair. Camilla, take him to the Strangers Room and bind up his wound.

Camilla turned angry eyes on Magda. She said, with savage contempt, Get inside, you, before you disgrace us further!

Puzzled, feeling betrayed, Magda managed to stumble inside. The wound in her thigh, which she had hardly felt at the time, began to throb as if it had been burned with fire.

She had fought for the house. She had done her besthad the man truly surrendered before she struck him?

In the mountains I disgraced myself because I was afraid to fight, then when I fight I disgrace the Guild House& She felt sobs choking her, and braced herself against them; if she let herself cry now she would break into hysterical crying and never be able to stop&

Breda said a soft, troubled voice, and Keithas pale, tear-stained face looked into hers. Oh, how cruel she is! You fought for us, you are hurt tooand she cares more for that soldiers wound than yours! And you have shed your blood for us! Come, let me, at least, look after your hurt

Magda let herself lean heavily on Keitha as they went up the stairs. Keitha went on, indignant, I saw it allhow can Camilla be so unjust? So the man had surrenderedwhat of that? I wish you had killed them all

Magdas leg had begun to hurt so badly that she felt dizzy. Blood was dripping on the floor. Keitha drew her inside the bathroom on their floor, pushed her down on a little wooden bathing stool and gently pulled off the slashed breeches. The cut was deep, blood still welling up slowly from the bottom. Magda clung to the stool, suddenly afraid of falling, while Keitha sponged the wound with icy water. While she was working on it, Mother Lauria came slowly up the stairs and stepped inside.

She looked coldly at the two women. How badly are you hurt, Margali?

Magda set her teeth. I dont know enough about wounds to know how bad it is. It hurts.

Lauria came and examined the slash herself. It is a clean wound and it will heal; but painful. Did you get it from a surrendered man fighting for his life?

Magda said clearly, I did not; it was the first man, the one I killed, and I was fighting myself for my life, since I suppose he would not have stopped at killing me.

Well, thats something, Mother Lauria said.

How can you blame her so! Keitha cried. She fought to defend us, she is hurt and bleeding, yet you let Camilla bully her and call her harsh names, then you come and bully her further, before her wound is even bandaged

The Guild Mothers face was stern. To kill a surrendered man is murder, she said. If Camilla had not struck down her sword, she could have killed a defenseless man and brought blood-feud on us. As it is, we are fortunate that he was only a hired mercenary; had he been one of MacShanns sworn men, they would be bound to avenge him! Thendara House would have had to answer challenge after challenge, and it could have destroyed us! Fortunately, his wound is not disabling, and Camilla has been a hired mercenary herself and knows their codes of honor. She is dressing his wound in the Strangers Room, and she hopes he will accept a cash indemnity for the wound so shamefully given.

Magda lowered her head, accepting the guilt. Yes, she had lost control, she was to blame. She remembered Cholayna Ares, in Intelligence school, warning them. Never lose control, never lose your temper; never kill unless you wish to kill. To keep her fear at bay, she had clung to her anger, and it had disgraced her. She sat trembling, feeling that Mother Laurias anger was a tangible thing, a sort of red glow around the woman. And then she wondered if she were going mad.

Lauria turned on Keitha in angry scorn.

And you, you have not even inquired whether he who was your husband is alive or dead! Are we to be assassins for your grudge?

Keitha said furiously, I care nothing, truly, whether he lives or dies! Am I to return good for evil like a cristoforo? I have renounced him forever!

Not true, said Mother Lauria. If you had truly renounced him, you would not fear to know whether he lived or died, and could tend, like Camilla, the wounds of a fallen foe without hatred.

She had not suffered at his hands Keitha began.

What do you know of what Camilla has suffered at the hands of men? Mother Lauria demanded, and Magda remembered what Camilla had told her& had it been only this morning? It seemed so very long ago. Mother Lauria sighed.

Well, Margalis wound still bleeds; fortunately, Marisela is still in the house, though I hate to wake her like this when she was up all night. Margali, do you realize what you have done?

Magda was still fighting the urge to hysterical crying.

I didnt knowI did not see that he had surrendered

When you take sword in hand it is your business to know, said Mother Lauria grimly. There is no excuse in this world, or the next, for striking down a surrendered man. Name your oath-mother!

It had the force of a ritual demand; Mother Lauria knew perfectly well what the answer was.

Jaelle nha Melora.

You have disgraced her too, Mother Lauria said, and when you are well again, she shall deal with you! She went away, and Magda sat sobbing on the bench. Her leg hurt fiercely, but in her distress she hardly felt it.

Well, what have we here? asked Marisela cheerfully, as she came in, and Magda looked up, frightened; would Marisela too think it her duty to scold and browbeat her? She deserved it, whatever they might say or not say. And they would hold Jaelle responsible, and that was the worst!

But Marisela only knelt to examine the cut with gentle, experienced hands. Nasty, but it will heal; the muscle is not much damaged. I will have to stitch this. Can you help me get her to her room, Keitha? It will be easier to do it there, and afterward, I fear, she will not be in much shape for walking, poor little rabbit. She stroked Magdas cheek and added, This is a miserable thing to happen when you first take sword in our defense. Help her to her room, Keitha, while I fetch my things.

It was a nightmare of pain and effort, but somehow Keitha got her to her room and into her bed. Magda felt a twinge of fear through the pain, when Marisela came inin the Terran Zone, she knew, a cut this deep would be sewn under anesthetic! Marisela sponged it with some icy stuff that numbed it slightly, then quickly and skillfully put in several stitches; Magda was by now so unstrung that she could not be brave, but disgraced herself again, she felt, by sobbing like a child. Keitha hugged and comforted her, and Marisela held some kind of fiery cordial to her lips; it made her head swim. Afterward Marisela kissed her on the forehead, said, Im sorry I had to hurt you so, breda, and went away. Keitha sat beside her, holding her hand.

I dont care what they say! To me it is no disgrace! They should not bully you that way!

But now it was over, and the hysteria subsiding, Magda knew what Camilla meant. She had disgraced her steel.

I cant do anything right, she thought. I was a failure in the Terran Zone, a failure as a wifeI couldnt even give Peter the son he wantednow I have failed here too, disgraced Jaelle, disgraced Camilla who taught meI have failed here too, she thought.

Keitha held her, whispering, Dont cry, Margali. She turned Magdas head between her hands and kissed her; and to Magdas dismay and horror, she felt no impulse to push the kiss away; instead her awareness was strange, intense, frighteningly sexual; she felt herself returning it, pulling Keitha closer, even though, in that sudden overwhelming awareness, she knew Keitha had not meant it that way, had meant only to comfort her as she would have kissed her own child, that Keitha would have been horrified if she had had any idea how Margali had interpreted her gesture. She could feel Keithas compassion and kindness as a warm flood of soft colors wrapping her, just as she had felt Mother Laurias rage, a red halo surrounding her and lashing out to strike&

What was in that stuff Marisela gave me, anyhow? I am drunk, drugged, I am going mad& was this why she had failed with Peter, was it this Camilla had read in her the other night, was this what she really wished for when her defenses were down? Had Peter been right, when he accused her of being half in love with Jaelle herself, and jealous of him?

But she was too exhausted to be afraid. She let herself float, remembering the moment at Ardais when she had been inside the matrix. The bed was floating, it was like being far out in space, swirls of light tracing themselves round and round inside her eyes, faster and faster. For a moment she was back there at Ardais, with Lady Rohana looking up at her, troubled, and saying, If you have trouble with laran you must promise to tell me at once. But how could she, Magda wondered, when Rohana was there and she was here! It seemed that Keitha was calling to her from very far away, but she thought, Keitha is my friend, I do not want to upset or frighten her as I was frightened of Camilla that night, so she hid herself and did not answer. And then there was another face in the darkness, a beautiful womans face, pale, surrounded in a cloud of pale reddish-golden hair, and all blue as if she saw it through the color of a pale blue fire, and at the last, yet another face; round, calm, practical, a womans face under close-cropped greying hair, an Amazon, saying quietly, We must do something for her, she belongs to us and she does not know it yet.

A Terranan?

She is neither the first nor the last to claim a heritage in an unknown world.

And then the world went away and did not return.

Part Two: SUNDERING

CHAPTER ONE

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It was snowing. The world outside the high HQ tower, beyond the windows of Cholayna Aress office, was lost in a flurry of white, and Jaelle, looking out into it, wished she were outside in the snow, not in here, in the yellow light, where no hint of natural weather ever penetrated.

Peter saw her look out wistfully into the storm, and pressed her hand. Since the night of Alessandro Lis reception, he had been gentle, apologetic, tender with her; she could not hold on to her anger, and in the past weeks he had tried, again, to be the man she had loved at once in Sain Scarp, had clung to at Ardais. He had tried, conscientiously tried, in spite of his Terran upbringing, to remember her independence, never to take her for granted. She had begun to hope again; perhaps, perhaps, even if they had lost what first drew them together, they could grow into something stronger and better than before. That first intense sexual glow, I should have understood, I could never expect that to last forever, but now that I am no longer a delayed adolescent in the grip of her first infatuation, perhaps Piedro and I can find something more mature, more genuine. It was not all his fault, either. I have been selfish and childish.

He said gently, Id like to be out there, too, walking in the snow, and for a moment, so great was their attunement, she wondered if perhaps he too had rudimentary laran; many, perhaps most, Terrans did. As they grew closer, perhaps it would develop and she could have with him the kind of understanding she craved.

Cholayna smiled at them both and said with a glimmer of irony, If you two lovebirds can spare me a moment and Peter let go of Jaelles hand and she saw the self-conscious color creeping up his face. Cholayna said, Oh, dont apologize. I wish I could give you both a years leave so you could go off for a proper honeymoon, but conditions really dont allow it. By now, Magda should have had plenty of time to decide if there are any women in the Thendara Guild House who would be suitable for Medic technicians, and perhaps others we could use here in different employment. Whats the possibility that she could come here to talk about it, Jaelle?

Absolutely zero, Jaelle replied promptly. I told you; she is in her housebound half-year for training, and during that time she cannot leave the house except at the direct command of a Guild Mother.

Cholayna frowned a little and said, I understood you were her superior; cant you send for her and order it?

I suppose I could, Jaelle said slowly, but I would not do that to her. It would set her apart from the others and she could never recover, if she is really to be one of them.

I think youre being overconscientious, Peter said. The decision to use Free Amazonsexcuse me, Renunciatesin Terran employment is an important one for both our worlds and it should be implemented as soon as humanly possible, before we lose the momentum of that decision.

Just the same, we dont want to disturb Magdas cover, said Cholayna, If she has gone among them as one of them we dont want to single her out in any way. Jaelle, could you go there and talk privately to her?

Jaelle was suddenly overcome with a flood of homesickness. To visit the Guild House, to be one with her sisters again! Id be glad to do that, and I can talk to Mother Lauria about it, too.

The only thing wrong with that, Peter said wryly, is that I cant come with you, can I?

Not to the Guild House, Im afraid, she said, but smiled, thinking that one day before long they would surely walk in the snow together, through the city she loved. He loved it too, he had spent years living as a Darkovan in her world. Why had she begun to think of him as a Terran and alien? Somehow she must help him, as well as herself, to recapture the Darkovan Piedro she had loved.

I want to talk a little about the kind of woman we need here, said Cholayna. Above all, they must be flexible, capable of learning new ways of thinking, doing, capable of adjusting to alien conditions. In fact she smiled at Jaelle and it was like a warm touch of the womans hand, like you, Jaelle; capable of surviving culture shock.

Ah, Peter said, but there arent any more like Jaelle. When they made her, they broke the mold.

I dont think Im as unique as all that, she said, smiling, but already her mind was running over the women she knew in the Guild House. There might be others she did not know as well, suited to training among the Terrans. Rafaella would never make a Medic technician, but she might be useful as a mountain guide, would certainly be valuable to the Terrans for her knowledge of travel in the hills and the Hellers. MariselaJaelle frowned for a moment, thinking of the midwifes skill and the adaptability which allowed her to work in the city with women who despised the ordinary Free Amazon. Marisela, certainly, would benefit by this kind of training, but could they spare her in the Guild House? She shrugged it off, deciding that she would talk it over with Mother Lauria, and raised her eyes to meet Cholaynas smile.

Where were you? she asked, smiling, and Jaelle laughed and apologized. Thinking over the women in the Guild House.

Cholayna laughed and dismissed her. Well, go and talk it over with your Guild Mothers. Some day, perhapswould it be possible for me to visit a Guild House?

I dont know why not, Jaelle said, responding again to the womans spontaneous friendliness. I think Mother Lauria would like you very much. I wish you could have known my oath-mother, Kindra. They were, she decided as she went down to her quarters, very much alike in many ways. Although Cholayna had grown up in a world where no one had made it difficult for her to learn and grow, and she had come to her strength, not by revolt and renunciation, as an Amazon must do, but simply by choosing this work&

And then Jaelle was shocked at herself. Was she criticizing her own world, in favor of the Terranan? Had a few tendays here corrupted her so much?

Corrupted? Is it corruption, then, to love Peter or to appreciate his world? She slammed the door of her quarters and tore off her uniform with shaking hands. It was, indeed, time to revisit her home!

She got into her embroidered linen undertunic, heavy drawers and the thick woollen breeches and overtunic; sat down to lace her boots. Swearing, she ran her hand through her long thick hair. Time, and more than time, to have it cut. No, damnation, why should she? She was living as Peters freematewhich the terms of her Oath permitted her to do, she reminded herself severely. Yet the thought persisted; what would Rafaella say, or Camilla, when she appeared in the Guild House with long hair instead of the distinctive Renunciate cut which proclaimed her independence of any man? Oh, damn them all! She fingered a pair of scissors, looked reflectively in the mirror, remembering Peters hands caressing her hair. She actually set the scissors to her neckline, then swore again, angrily, and flung them down. It was her own hair and her own life, and if she wished to please her beloved freemate that too was her privilege. Yet the sting of guilt remained.

If it was snowing outside, she should have creams to protect her face against the wind and chill. She rummaged in the drawer, appreciating the soft perfumed Terran cosmetics; the perfume was a little stronger, the texture somewhat smoother, than those she could have bought in the market or the ones that some of the women made in the Guild House when funds were short for a time. As she was smoothing the stuff on her face, she encountered the small calculating device of beads which she used to keep track of her womens cycles by the movement of the moons; the beads colored like the four moons, violet, peacock-blue, pale green and white. She slid down a violet bead, for she had noted that Uriels disc was full, and stopped, staring at the beads. She should have pulled down a red bead for bleeding, at least a tenday ago. She had been so disrupted by the dreadful fight with Peter, and the distress accompanying it, and after it, her exacting work with Cholayna and Aleki, that she had simply pulled down the beads mechanically every day without noticing.

Was it simply the disruption of the cycles which, she had been warned, might come with living by artificial yellow light? Or was it possible that she might have become pregnant, that Peter, in the ecstatic reunion which had followed their quarrel, had managed to make her pregnant?

She could not help a deep-based flicker of pleasure at the thought, immediately followed by doubt and dread. Did she really want this? Did she want to be at the mercy of some small parasite within her body, sickness, distortion, the appalling ordeal of birth which had killed her own mother? For a second her mind flickered the terror of a nightmare& red spilling into the parched sand of a waterhole, sunrise and blood& and a sharp stab of pain in her hands told her that without knowing it she had clenched her fist so tightly that her nails dug into the palm. Nonsense, what was she thinking, this mixture of old nightmares?

Peter would be so pleased when she told him! For a moment she anticipated the delight that would spread over his face, the tenderness and pride that would light his eyes.

Pride. The words of the oath reverberated in her mind, Bear a child only in my own time and season; bear no child for any mans heritage or position& Oh, nonsense, she told herself. Peter was not Comyn, even though he looked so much like Kyril, he had none of the particular pride in heritage which was so much a part of Comyn life. The sneaking thought remained, Rohana too will be pleased, that I have chosen to bear a child for the Aillard Domain, and she slammed that thought shut, too. Not for Aillard. Not for Peter. For myself, because we love each other and this is the surest confirmation of our love! For myself, damn it!

But she slammed the drawer shut on the beads, almost with guilt, when she heard Peters step.

Jaelle? Love, I thought you were going to the Guild House

I am just going, she said, and tried not to look guiltily at the drawer. If he were telepathic like Kyril, he would know without being told, without even seeing the beads. She had once explained the device to him, but he had never paid much attention to it, though he admitted he had seen them for sale in the market and wondered if they were a kind of abacus. He had shown her how an abacus worked, telling her it was the most ancient Terran variety of calculator.

Surely you wont go in this blizzard, Jaelle

Youve been in the Terran Zone too long, if you call this little flurry of snow a blizzard, she said gaily. She wanted to get out into the bracing cold of the weather, not skulk here in the debilitating artificial heat of the HQ buildings.

Let me go with you, he said, pulling on his outdoor boots and jacket. She hesitated.

Love, in Amazon clothing I should not walk through the streets of the city with you this way, and it will expose you, too, to comment and gossip and at his blank look she elaborated, You are still in uniform.

Oh. That. I can change, he offered, but she shook her head.

I would rather not. Do you really mind, Peter? Id rather be alone now. If I come to the Guild House in the company of a Terranor of any manthere will be talk which will make my mission harder.

He sighed. As you wish, he said, pulling her close and kissing her. The kiss lingered suggestively.

Wouldnt you rather stay here where its nice and warm?

The thought was tempting. Had she fallen into the Terran way of making love by the clock, with no room for emotional spontaneity? But, firmly, she disengaged herself from his arms.

Im working, darling. I really do have to go. As youre fond of reminding me about Montray, Cholaynas my boss.

He let her go almost too promptly. Youll be back before dark?

I might spend the night in the Guild House, she said. Its not the sort of thing I can do in an hour or so. She laughed at his crestfallen look.

Piedro, love, its not the end of the world, to sleep apart for a single night!

I suppose not, he grumbled, but Ill miss you.

She softened. Ill miss you too, she whispered into his neck, hugging him close again, but there are going to be times when youre out in the field, and Ill have to stay alone. We might as well get used to it now.

But the hurt look in his eyes followed her down the stairs, out into the chill of the base, past the Spaceforce guards which separated the HQ from the Trade City. Feeling the welcome cold of snow on her cheeks, she still wished she had softened their parting with her good news.

But there would be time enough for that.

It would be better, Magda thought, if someone would call her names. Anything would be better than this endless, reproachful silence, this careful courtesy.

Are you quite ready, Margali? Rafaella asked. Will you work with Doria and Keitha? I think they need more practice in falling.

Magda nodded. The big room called the Armory was filled with the white light of the snow outside, for the windowshades had been rolled back to let in maximum light. Mats were unrolled on the floor, and a dozen women were doing beginning exercises in stretching and bending, in preparation for the lesson in unarmed combat which Rafaella was about to give.

Magda remembered her third day in the house, when she had had her first lesson under Rafaella. After several days of struggling with unfamiliar tasks, baking bread, trying to learn to milk dairy animals, struggling with heavy barn brooms and shovels, it had been a great relief to come upon something she could actually do. She had been thoroughly trained in unarmed-combat skills in the Intelligence schools on Alpha, and she was eager to show Rafaella that she was not a complete idiot.

She had been preparedthento like Rafaella, knowing the slight, dark woman was Jaelles partner in their travel-counseling business. Also, on her first evening in the House she had heard Rafaella singing to the harp. Magdas own mother had been a notable musician, the first Terran to transcribe many of the Darkovan folk ballads, and to make the historical connections between Darkovan and Terran music. Magda was no musician herselfshe had a good sense of pitch, but no singing voice but she admired the talent in others. She had been ready not only to like, but to admire Rafaella.

But Rafaella had been, from the first, persistently unfriendly, and when, in that first lesson, it became apparent that Rafaella expected her to be completely stupid, as clumsy as the house-bred Keitha, Magda had summoned all her knowledge of Terran judo and Alphan vaidokan. When she had twice thrown Rafaella on her back, the older woman had stopped the lesson and frowned at her.

Where in Zandrus hells did you learn all that?

Too late Magda realized what she had done. She had learned it on a planet half a Galaxy away, from a Terran-Arcturian woman who had trained both her and Peter in self-defense; but she was in honor bound to Mother Lauria not to say so.

I learned itwhen I was a very young woman, she said. A long way from here.

Yes, I remember, you were born in the Hellers near Caer Donn, said Rafaella. But did your father permit such learning?

He was dead by that time, said Magda truthfully, and there was no other who had a right to object to it.

Rafaella looked at her skeptically. I cannot imagine any man but a husband teaching such things to a woman, she said, and Magda said, again truthfully, My freemate had no objections.

Quite without intending it, Magda remembered a time early in their marriagebefore the growing competitiveness that had destroyed itwhen she and Peter had worked together in unarmed combat techniques. Rafaella scowled at her.

Well, she said, it is certain that I can teach you nothing more; rather, you have much to teach us all. I hope you will help me, and the rest of us as well, to learn some of those holds. I suppose it is a technique known in the mountains. And so Magda had become a second teacher of the lessons in unarmed combat. It was not as easy as she thought it would be; she had learned the techniques to use them, not to teach them, and she had spent considerable time working alone, trying to figure out how she did things. But it had given her some much needed self-esteem, and she had even, a little, managed to disarm Rafaellas unfriendliness. Until the day when she had fought for the house and disgraced them. Camilla had managed to disarm the mans anger, and they had escaped blood-feud at their door, but they had had to pay a heavy cash indemnity which the house could ill afford. Magda had been kept in bed almost a tenday after the wound, and had just been allowed up.

Are you able to work this way? Rafaella asked. You do not want to break the wound open and start the bleeding again.

Marisela said I should exercise it carefully, she said, or it would grow stiff.

Rafaella shrugged and turned her back. You know best, she said, and went to the corner where she was trying to induce Keithawithout much successto relax and fall perfectly limp on one of the mats.

Byrna, wearing an old pair of trousers too large for her, wrapped twice about her waist, touched Magdas shoulder. She said Dont be upset; Rafi is like that. Shes cross because shes been teaching unarmed-combat here in the House for the last twelve years, and now you come here, a newcomer, and you are better at it than she is. Shes jealous, cant you tell?

Magda was not sure, but she said firmly, Shall we get started? and began to do the ballet-like stretching exercises which preceded a workout. Her leg hurt, and she stopped, rolled up her trousers and looked at it. It was firmly scabbed over; she knew the pain was only the stretching of muscles gone soft while she had been in bed.

Me too, said Byrna, groaning, Marisela warned me to exercise all the time I was pregnant, and I was too lazy, and now every muscle shrieks at me! She winced as her arm jostled her full breasts. And I will have to go upstairs in half an hour and feed the little one! But I suppose I should get a little exercise, so I will get back into condition somehow.

Come over here and work with me, Byrna, said Rafaella, I have had the experience of working out while I was nursing a hungry suckling, and I can show you how to recover your muscles quickly. And you, Margali, she added formally, will you do me the favor of working with Keitha for a time?

Magda thought; of course; as soon as I begin talking with someone who is really friendly to mefor since the night when Byrnas child was born, she had grown to know and like the other woman very muchRafaella calls her away, and I am alone again. Keitha obediently came to her, moving stiffly, and Magda said, Try to make your whole body soft and limp, Keitha. Until you stop being afraid of hurting yourself, you will always be tense, and then you will hurt yourself. Keitha, she thought uncharitably, was as stiff as a barn broom; when Magda urged her to fall over, she stiffened and went down, putting out an arm to try to break her fall.

No, no, Magda urged. Try to roll as you fall. Limplike this, she said, demonstrating, falling relaxed and unhurt on the map, and Keitha, though she tried bravely to imitate Magda, could not repress a cry of pain.

Ow! She rubbed her bruised shoulders and hip. Magda was tempted to lose patience with her, but she said only Watch how Doria does it. She looked up as some of the other women approached, asking, Do you want to work with us?

The other women said, with perfect politeness, No, thank you, and went to the far end of the room, pointedly ignoring them.

Keitha is friendly, and Byrna, and Doria. For the others, I dont exist, Magda thought, and shrugged, turning back to Doria. The one thing she had not wanted was to get into direct competion with Rafaella; but somehow she had managed that too.

Keitha, I wont let you hurt yourself, she said, trying to encourage the woman to relax. Look, like this and again she let herself go limp, landing easily. After two or three more tries, Keitha, though still stiff, had lost some of the terrified rigidity which had made every fall a painful ordeal. Well a lifetime of decorous, ladylike movement was not easy to overcome.

Byrna and Doria were practicing holds together; Doria tripped and fell clumsily, and as she picked herself up, Magda, watching, realized something which she had not noticed, even in herself, until she noticed it in Doria.

It is not so much a matter of movement as of breath, she said. Try and visualize the center of your body here, and try to breathe from it. She pointed at the center of her abdomen. This point here, your center of gravity, really doesnt move; your body moves around it. That is why methods of self-defense designed for men are not really so suitable for women; a womans center of gravity is lower, because of a mans bony structure.

But some women are built almost like men, Doria protested, Rafishes so tall and thin and she looked at her foster-mother, who stopped work and listened. Magda felt self-conscious as she said, It is not so much a matter of male or female as a matter of different bone structure; everyone must learn precisely where her ownor his own, for a manwhere the particular balance point is for the body, and learn to move around it. Part of it can be done through what we call centering, in the she stopped and gulped; she had been about to use the Old Terran word dojo, still used in the Alpha Colony for a martial-arts schoolin the place where I studied, she hastily amended. You can learn this centering through breathing and meditation, and through physical practice, learning to move your body around this absolute physical point, wherever it is. I am taller and heavier than you are; it would be different for me than for you, and different yet for Rafaella, or Camillashe looked around the room to see if the old emmasca was there. She was, but she was busy at relining the grip on a knife hilt, and seemingly paying no attention to the lesson. Rafaella, however, had stopped working with her group and had moved closer to listen, and Magda felt, again, the self-consciousness as she finished, hunting for the right wordsit was not easy to find equivalents for the Terran style of martial arts and translate them into Darkovan; she had to use the language of Darkovan dancing, for there was no other. It is a kind of balance; you find a place where your center is motionless and your body moves around it, balancing on that spot.

She is right, Camilla said, raising her head. This I had to learn for myself, when I studied swordplay among men; it may be one reason I am better with a sword than many men. They did not notice, thinking me a man, and it is true that I am very tall and thin, but my center is still lower than a mans of my height; I had to learn to compensate for that, and the constant practice to match myself against men gave me more skill than many of them. She came and touched Dorias shoulder. You are very thin, and your hips still very narrowI do not think you are quite full grown yet; your balance will change as you grow, but once you have learned how to find your center, you will know how to recognize the changes.

Some of the women were moving and balancing curiously, trying to test for themselves whether what Magda said was true. Keitha said scornfully, It sounds like that old mystical theory that the center of a womans body is in her womb!

Rafaella chuckled. Nothing mystical about it. Thats exactly where it is. Keitha made a gesture of revulsion, and Rafaella added, Ask Byrna if her balance did not change when she was pregnant?

Indeed it did, Byrna said, and I still have not recovered my old balance, having carried the child so long!

Rafaella said directly to Keitha, Why do you think a child is carried just there? Because it is exactly where the body is balanced and can best take the weight of a child. She looked Keitha over with an experienced eye. I should imagine you would carry very lowam I right?

Keitha said sullenly, Yes. What of it?

That is your trouble in movement, Rafaella said. You are trying to brace your body from the small of your back, as a man does and you should bring your weight forwardtry to stand like this, she added, readjusting Keitha with a careful hand. She looked at Magda with momentary camaraderie. You are so tall I would judge that you carry very high, dont you?

I dont know, Magda said, I have never been pregnant.

No? Well, when you are, I am sure you will notice the change in balance, Rafaella said. Keitha, if you bring your weight forwardlook how Margali standsyou will balance more easily. She moved away, and Magda said, Doria, will you try with me? I want to show them

Doria turned to her, taking the braced stance for practice, and Rafaella reached out and moved her roughly into position.

Not that way, stupid thing, she said. How dull you are, Doria!

Magda drew a deep breath, and said, carefully, Rafaella, I think Doria would do better if you were not constantly standing over her and correcting her. She is doing well enough.

She is my daughter, Rafaella flared, and it is not enough for her to do well enough! That is all very well for outsiders she looked scornfully at Keitha, who have never been taught to believe in themselves and have to learn here what every girl should learn before she is ten years old! But Doria was brought up among us, and there is no excuse for her to be so stupid and clumsy!

Doria was struggling with tears again, and Magda bit her lip; Rafaella was so anxious for the girl to excel that she kept Doria constantly on the edge of hysteria. Rafaella, forgive me, but it was you who asked me to teach Doria, and I believe it is for me to say when she is doing well or not

It is for you to say nothing! Rafaella snapped. You ignorant hill-woman, it is not even sure that they will let you stay among us, after what you have done!

Magda fought twin impulses; to turn on her heel and walk out of the Armory, to slap Rafaella harder than she had ever hit anything in her life. She felt again the terrifying surge of fury which had overcome her when she had fought for the house; she knew with her last grip on sanity that if she struck Rafaella now, with the skills she had learned in Alphas Intelligence School, she would kill the woman with her bare hands. Shaking, her hands gripped into fists, she walked a little away from them.

Camilla said peacefully, Rafaella, at Dorias age a girl can learn better from a stranger than from her mother

Rafaella put her arm around Doria and murmured, Darling, I only want to be proud of you here in our own Guild House, that is all. It is only for your own good and Doria burst into tears and clung to Rafaella.

At that moment the door opened and Mother Lauria looked in to the Armory. Her eyes widened at the sceneDoria sobbing in Rafaellas arms, Magda with her back to them all, the rest staringbut she said only, Is Margali here? You have a visitor in the Strangers Room; I am sorry to call you from your lesson

Oh, she has nothing to learn from any of us, Rafaella said, but Mother Lauria ignored the sarcasm.

She beckoned Magda to the door. There is a Terran, a man, who has come and asked for you by the name you are known here.

Magdas throat tightened; who could it be but Peter? And why would he come? Had something happened to Jaelle? What is his name? What does he want?

Lauria said disdainfully I cannot remember his barbarian name. You need not meet him unless you wish; I can have the girls send him away.

No, I had better go and see what he wants. Thank you, Mother. Magda was grateful that the Guild Mother had come herself to give this message; it was not usual for her to put herself out this way for anyone, rather than sending a message.

Please yourself, Mother Lauria said, and went away. Magda was suddenly conscious of her hot, flushed face, her sweat-soaked tunic, her hair straggling in damp wisps about her face. She went into the room behind the armory, washed her face in cold water, stripped off the sweaty tunic and put on the fresh one she had learned to keep there after a lesson. She laced her overtunic and was combing her hak neatly back when Rafaella came in.

She said scornfully, Are you readying yourself to meet a lover?

No, said Magda, struggling for composure against the rage that kept threatening to get out of hand again, but I have a guest in the Strangers Room and I do not want him to think that a Free Amazon must be a filthy slattern from a dung-heap, either!

Why are you so concerned with what a man would think of you? Is it so important to you that men must notice your beauty, your desirability? Rafaella asked with a curl of her lip, and Magda held herself by force from answering, walking past Rafaella in silence. Some day, she thought, some day I will slap that look off her face, it would be worth whatever they did to me for it! She went down the hall to the little room at the front of the house that they called the Strangers Room. She was still shaking with anger, ready to fling defiance in Peters facehow dared he break in upon her here?

But seated on one of the narrow chairs, she saw a complete stranger. She had seen him somewhere before, but he was certainly no one she knew well; and she fancied he looked with surprise and disdain at her tunic and breeches, her cropped hair. She said curtly, May I ask your business here?

My name is Wade Montray, he said, And you are Magdalen LorneMargali, as they call you here? He spoke Darkovan, she noticed, and very good Darkovan at that. Language tapes, the ones she and Peter had made, no doubt. He tiptoed quietly to the door, and looked into the hall. Nobody listening, and I doubt if they have the technology to bug a room, but you cant be too careful.

Magda said frigidly, I doubt if anyone here would trouble to intrude on a private conversation, being sufficiently busy with their own affairs. If we have to talk, by all means talk freely. Yes, she had met this man, he was the Coordinators son, like herself, brought up on Darkovan. She felt immense distaste for the suspicion in his voice; had she really once been a part of the vast paranoia of the Intelligence Service?

I wanted to be careful not to blow your cover here, Miss Lorne. Jaelle Haldane will be down here in a few days to talk with you, so Cholayna says, and I really ought to leave it to her. But she has her job and I have mine. I have to travel into the Hellers this winter, and I understand you were there last season. Your reports full of intriguing gaps, and I need to know more about what you know of that ruling casteComyn, is it? And you spent the winter at Castle Ardais as the Lady Rohanas guest; theres a lot you could tell us.

There is nothing to tell, really, except what I put in my report, Magda said cautiously. I do not suppose you are interested in the menu for Midwinter-Festival feast, the names of the men with whom I danced at the Festival Ball, or the depth of snow on the day after Festival.

Look, Im interested in everythingabsolutely everything, said Wade Montray. Your previous reports have been very full; Im curious to know why you filed such a sketchy one about this mission!

I went on leave, Magda evaded, and I did file a report with Cholayna Ares; check with her.

I understand, but under the circumstances, Id appreciate it if youd come down to the HQ and file a fuller report, said Montray. Haldane does good work, but I dont think he has quite the grasp of the situation that you do.

He was trying to butter her up now; she recognized it with distaste. The Training sessions had made her very aware of the techniques which men used to get on the favorable side of a woman, and she was angry at the familiar condescension. I remind you I am on leave, and that this is my first leave of absence in six years; you have no right to interrupt it.

Oh, Ill see that you get extra pay for breaking into your vacation time, Montray said, and Magda was resentful suddenly at the Terran idea that her wishes could be set aside by an offer of extra pay! Were all the Terrans as mercenary as that?

I am sorry, I would rather not. What would you do if I had gone offplanet, as I would have had every right to do? Why should you assume I am required to be accessible?

Oh, come on, he said, and she noted that his smile was singularly sweet, It couldnt hurt you that much to come down on a free afternoon and fill in the gaps for me, could it? For that matter, we could get you a special bonus if you would keep a log while youre here and file a full report on whatever happens in the Guild House, we dont have a lot of data on the Free Amazonsexcuse me, Renunciates, I did remember thatand if were going to be employing them for Medic and Tech training, we need all the help we can get.

I absolutely refuse, she said angrily, and he changed his tack.

Have it your own way, he said. I didnt mean to upset you. Youre certainly entitled to spend your leave in peace and quiet, if you want to.

Peace and quiet! Thats the last thing I would find here, especially now! Against her will she smiled at the thought, not knowing that the smile transformed her face and made a mockery of her annoyance. Seeing it, he was encouraged.

Look, Miss Lorne, off the recordall right? I dont want to break into your leave, but why not come out of here, where we can talk without worrying about who might overhear us,; we can have a quiet drink somewhere in the Trade City, and you can fill me in on what I need to know. I have a scriber with me; I can just put it into Records, or if you like, Ill keep it off the record, for my ears only. No trouble, no fuss, and then Ill leave you in peace. How about it?

Unexpectedly, she was tempted. To go away from here, out of the perpetual atmosphere of distrust and hostility, to slip back into her familiar Terran self; even the thought of a drink, or of some Terran coffee, was intolerably tempting. She sighed, regretfully.

Im really sorry, I wish I could, she said, smiling, but its quite impossible, Mr. Montray. She had slipped into speaking Terran Standard, and suddenly realized it.

Mr. Montray is my father, he said, grinning, Im Monty. And why is it so impossible?

In the first place, even if I could go, it wouldnt do for a Renunciate to be seen sitting around in a bar with a Terran in uniform. Quite against her will, she realized that she was smiling; her eyes twinkled with amusement. And I couldnt go; Im pledged to remain here in the house until Midsummer, and I cant leave without permission of the Guild Mothers.

And you put up with it? A free citizen of Terra? Imprisoned?

No, no, she said. Its part of the training system, thats all. And you yourself said you didnt want to blow my cover. If I, a probationary Renunciate, went off with a Terranwell, you can imagine what they would say.

Damn what they say; but I gave my word, and Ill keep it or die trying.

He took it philosophically, and rose. If you cant, you cant; but I warn you, Ill come back at Midsummer, he said, and Ill get that report somehow. He held out his hand; suddenly homesick for a familiar gesture, Magda took it. She watched him go, thinking with some regret that he was a familiar voice from a world she had renouncedand now, paradoxically, found that she missed.

She returned to the Armory, but the lesson had ended; a few of the women were soaking in the hot tub, but Rafaella was among them, and Magda, though her hurt leg was aching and she would have enjoyed the heat of the tub, decided against joining them. She decided to take advantage of the privilege still allowed her, and go up and lie down. For the first time she was beginning to doubt her ability to endure for the half year of housebound training.

She liked the women here, most of the time. She even liked Rafaella, or would if the woman would let her, and she liked Camilla and Doria and Keitha, very much. But it was the little things, the cold baths, the food, the stupid insistence on manual work, and now the constant friction, since that fight when she had lost her temper. She couldnt really understand how they felt about it; the man had, after all, been attacking the House. Even if she had killed him, he would have deserved it.

Could anyone, ever, completely renounce their world? Had she been a fool to try? Should she simply give it up, tell Mother Lauria it was too much for her, petition to have her Oath, her forced Oath, set aside after all? Maybe she would not have to make that decision; maybe, when they came to review the dreadful thing she had supposedly done, they would expel her from the Guild House and that would relieve her of the choice.

And how would I face Jaelle, then?

There was no regular noon-meal served in the Guild House; anyone who was hungry at mid-day went down to the kitchen to find cold bread or meat, and after a time Magda, who was used still to the Terran mealtimes, and liked a light snack at noon, went down to the kitchen. She poured out a mug of the bark-tea which always simmered in the kettle over the banked fireit wasnt coffee, but it was hot and the kitchen was cold, and her hands curved around the hot mug with comfortand sliced bread from a cut loaf, spreading it with butter and soft cheese from a crock. It was too much trouble to slice the cold meat in the cool-room, and it was too cold in there anyhow. She sat nibbling, wondering where Irmelin was. The bread for supper was rising at one end of the table in a huge bowl, puffing up under a clean towel. She was brushing up the crumbs and rinsing her mugone of the strictest rules, that anyone coming to the kitchen for food must leave it as clean as they found itwhen Irmelin stuck her head in the door.

Oh, Margali? You werent in your room. I hoped you would be here, she said. Will you take hall-duty? Byrna is nursing the baby.

Magda shrugged. Certainly, she said, and started for the hall, but Irmelin held her back, the chubby womans face alive with curiosity.

Are you not Jaelle nha Meloras oath-daughter?

Yes, I am, Magda said, and Irmelin nodded. I thought so; she is here to see Mother Lauria, and they have been closeted in her office for hours Her eyes widened, and she added, I suppose Mother Lauria sent for her to discuss what theyre going to do about you! I hope they let you stay, Margali! I think Camilla was too hard on youwe cant all know the honor code of mercenary soldiers, and I dont know why we should!

With her very kindness she had managed, again, to destroy Magdas peace of mind. Was it so serious that they would send for Jaelle from the Terran Zone? But Irmelin added fussily, Go, now, sit in the hall to let people in, I have to knead down the bread and get it into the pans for tonights dinner, and if Shaya will be here I want to make some spicebread.

Magda sat in the hall, listlessly plaiting the belt, and remembering against her will the last time she had worked on it. When the doorbell rang again she was braced for trouble, and when she found a man, in the green and black uniform of a Guardsman, on the doorstep, she set her chin aggressively.

What do you want?

Is Byrna within?

You can see her in the Strangers Room, if you wish, Magda said.

Oh, I am glad she is up again, the young man said.

May I tell her who is asking for her?

My name is Errol, he said, and I am the father of her son. He was a very large, very young man, his cheeks still downy with the first shadow of beard. My sister has just had a baby and she has offered to nurse this one with her own, so I came to take him away.

So soon. He is only a tenday old. Oh, poor Byrna. Her distressed look must have reached the very young man, for he said uncertainly Well, she told me she didnt want to keep him, so I thought the sooner I took him off her hands, the better it would be for her.

I will go and tell her. She showed the young man into the Strangers Room, and hesitated, wondering what to do now; but the doorbell rang again and fortunately, Marisela stood on the steps.

What shall I do, Marisela? The father of Byrnas baby is in there she pointed, and wants to take him away

Marisela sighed; but she only said, Better now than later. I will tell her, Margali; go back to the hall, child.

Magda obeyed; and after a considerable time she saw Errol coming from the Strangers Room, carrying a thickly wrapped bundle in his arms, with the clumsiness of a man not accustomed to handling babies. Marisela, at his side, was talking attentively to him, and she left Marisela to let him out; it struck her that probably, at this moment, Byrna was in need of some sympathetic company. If anyone came to the door, they could just knock until Irmelin, in the kitchen, heard them and could leave her bread-rolls long enough to let them in!

She found Byrna in her room, flung across her bed, crying bitterly. Magda didnt speak; she only sat down beside Byrna and took her hand. Byrna raised her tear-blurred face, and flung herself, sobbing, into Magdas arms. Magda hugged her, not trying to talk. She had had half a dozen things ready to say; but none of them seemed worth the trouble.

They shouldnt have let him take the baby. Its too soon. Everything we know tells us that at this stage, Byrna needs her baby as much as he needs her! Its cruel, its not right& and through the womans trembling in her arms, it seemed that somehow she could feel the vast pain and despair. She said nothing, just held Byrna and let her cry herself into exhaustion, then laid her gently down on her pillow.

Hes too little, Byrna sobbed, he needs me, he really needs mebut I promised, I didnt know when I promised how much it would hurt

There was nothing Magda could say; she was relieved when the door opened and Marisela came in, Felicia at her side. I hoped someone would come to stay with her. Merciful Avarra, how I wish Ferrika had come back! She bent over Byrna, said gently, I have something to make you sleep, breda.

Byrna could not speak. Her eyes were swollen nearly shut with crying, her face blotched and crimson. Marisela held her head as she sipped the cup at her lips, laid her down. You will sleep after a little.

Felicia knelt at Byrnas side, took her hands and said, Sister, I know. I really do, remember?

Byrna said, her voice hoarse and ghastly, But you had your little boy for five years, five whole years, and mine is still so little, only a baby

And it was that much harder for me, Felicia said gently. Her big gray eyes filled with tears as she said, You did right, Byrna, and I only wish I had had the courage to do the same, to give him up at once to the woman he will call mother. I kept him here for my own comfort, and then when he was five years old, he had to go among strangers, where everything is different and they will expect him already to know how to be what they call a little man she swallowed hard. I took him to my brothers househe cried so, and I had to tear his hands away and leave him, and they had to hold him, and I could hear him all the way down the street, screaming Mother, Mother  Her voice held endless pain. It is so much betterto let him go now, when all he will know is love and kindness and a warm breastand if his foster mother has nursed him herself she will love him so much more and be gentler with him.

Yes, yes, but I want him, I want him Byrna sobbed, and clung to Felicia; Felicia was crying now, too, and Marisela drew Magda gently out of the room.

Felicia can help her now more than anyone else.

Magda said, I should think she would make it worseisnt it cruel for them both?

Marisela put her arm round Magda and said gently, No, chiya, it is what they both need; grief unspoken turns to poison. Byrna must mourn for her child, even though it is like death. And she can help Felicia, too; Felicia has not been able to cry for her son, and now they can weep together and be eased by knowing the other truly understands. Otherwise they will both sicken with the first sickness that comes near them, and Byrna, at least, could die. Give the Goddess her due, child, even when her due is grief. You have never borne a child, or you would know. She kissed Magdas cheek and said gently, Some day you too will be able to weep and be healed of your grief.

Magda watched Marisela go down the stairs, staring after her in amazement. She supposed Marisela was rightshe had come to respect the woman, she knew as much as most Medics, in her own way, and she supposed she had a good grip of the psychology of the matter; everyone knew that stress could cause psychosomatic illness, though she was surprised that Marisela would think of it. But certainly Marisela was wrong about her, she had no particular sorrows, she had nothing to cry about! Anger, yes, enough to burst with it. Especially lately. Resentment. But grief? She had nothing to cry about, she had not cried more than three times in her adult life. Oh, yes, she had cried when she had been hurt and Marisela had stitched up her leg without anesthetic, but that was different. The idea that she might have some unknown and hidden grief for which she should be healed, struck her as the most fantastic thing she had ever heard.

There was the sound of a mellow chime; the bell warning women who had come in from working in the city that dinner would be served in an hour and that they should finish bathing, changing their garments. Magda went upstairs, still frowning. She passed Byrnas closed door, hoping that the woman was sleeping.

I was sad, but not enough to cry about it, when I realized that Peter had not managed to make me pregnant; and then, when we separated, I was glad not to be burdened with a child. And especially nowwhat would I do here with a child? I could now be in Byrnas predicament. The idea is ridiculous. Marisela could use some sensible Terran training, both in medicine and psychology.

As she stripped off her clothes to change for dinner, she sighed at the thought of confronting Rafaella again at the meal, or meeting the unspoken resentment of the others. But there was nothing she could do about it, and she would not hide in her room and let them know that it bothered her. She was a Terran; and even more than that, she was a Renunciate, and she would somehow manage enough strength to get through this time.

CHAPTER TWO

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Inside Mother Laurias office the women heard the chime, and Mother Lauria sighed. I must go, Jaelle; it has been good to have this talk with you. You will spend the night in the House, wont you? It does not matter which women you and I think are qualified, I cannot require of any woman that she leave her sisters and take employment among the Terrans. She herself must wish to go.

But we cannot let any woman go who wishes, Jaelle insisted, They must be the right oneswe do not wish them to fail and the Terrans think us silly women, think the women of Darkover are all fools and children who hide behind the safety of home. And they should not be lovers of women, for that is a thing the Terrans despise. I would like to consult with Magda about it

The very last one. She is new to us

She has been among you three moons; as long as I have been among the Terrans.

But the women in the House do not know she is Terran; they would wonder why I consulted with a newcomer, instead of a veteran who has been among us for years. I might as well ask Doria!

You could do worse; childrens eyes see clearly, Jaelle said. I am sure Doria knows our faults and weaknesses as well as I do myself. But before we make any decisions I would like to speak privately, at least, with Magda. I can see that you would not want to call her out from the rest and consult with her Jaelle felt troubled; she had not known Magda had chosen to be anonymous here. But Mother Lauria had risen, firmly, and the interview was over.

Jaelle went and washed her hands in the downstairs scullery. Her home, she realized, and for the first time since she was eleven, she had no designated place here! She went into the dining hall, and after a moment, there was a cry of Jaelle! and she was caught enthusiastically in Rafaellas arms.

Jaelle returned the hug and laughed gaily at her partners surprise.

You didnt expect to see me, did you? How is the business?

As well as can be expected, when you have been away so long, Rafaella returned, half teasing, but with a note of real resentment. To work among the Terranan! How could you?

I am not the first, and shall not be the last, Jaelle said quietly. You will hear about that in House meeting. And you have left the House to live with a freemate, more than once, have you not?

But with a Terranan! Rafaellas vivacious face grimaced in fastidious distaste. I would as soon couple with a cralmac!

Jaelle laughed. I have never lain down with a cralmac, she said, and know nothing about their bed manners, though in the mountains I once knew a woman who said she slept every night between her two female cralmacs for warmth, so they cannot be as disgusting as all that! But, seriously, Rafi, the Terrans are men like other men, no more different from us than hillmen from lowlanders; differing from us only in language and customs, no more. They are far more like to us than the chieri, and there is the blood of the Ancient Folk in all the Hastur kin. I had not thought to hear you, of all people, repeating superstitious nonsense about the Terrans, as if they had horns and tails!

Perhaps, she thought, it is no miracle that Magda chose to be anonymous here, if this nonsense about the Terrans is common to the women here! I thought the sisters of my own Guild House had better sense! But she let it passshe had no wish to quarrel with her friend and partner.

But tell me about the work and how it goes, Rafi. You could take someone else into partnership for a time, you know, while I am away, or even permanentlythere is enough work for three, most years. And how is my baby, Doria?

Your baby is in her Housebound time, and will take the Oath at Midsummer, Rafaella returned dryly. If she can manage to be admittedshe is at the very worst stage in growing up every time I say a word to her, she bursts into tears! I am really ashamed of her. The business? Well, I have had to turn down two caravans, but we are doing well enough. There is a new maker of saddles

Can you find somewhere else to talk? asked a tall, slender woman, hair gleaming faint gold, a long apron pinned over her trousers. Rafaella took her friends shoulder and shoved her along so that the woman could set plates and bowls along the long table. Our sister Keitha, she came to us at the same time as your oath-sister Margali, Rafaella said, and turned to introduce Jaelle. Women were streaming into the hall now, singly and in little groups, standing about and talking, finding seats, amid clattering dishes. There was a good smell of hot bread fresh from the oven, and Jaelle sniffed, appreciatively.

Real food! Im starved!

Whats the matter, dont the Terrans feed you? Youve certainly gained weight, Rafaella said, raising her eyebrows. Or is there another reason for that, Shaya?

Jaelle smiled at the pet name, given her in this house when she was younger than Doria, but drew a little away from Rafi; she didnt want to talk about that yet.

And yet if I had a child, I could keep it and raise it myself with Peters help, I would not need to face the fact that it might be a son whom I must give up when he was five years old. I have always felt that Amazons should not have children; there are enough unwanted girls whom we can take into our homes and our hearts, as Kindra took me.

But I was not unwanted. Mothermother loved me, I think, though I cannot remember her at all. Sometimes, in the dreams I have been having under those damned machines, I think I remember her a little. And Rohana would gladly have fostered me. Yet I chose to come here&

Magda, coming into the dining hall, felt a sudden wave of dismay and distress, and stopped hesitantly on the threshold. What was happening to her? She was having peculiar small hallucinations all the time now. Was she losing her mind? She looked around the room, saw Rafaella by the fireplace, talking to a woman in a blue dress; but not an Amazon, for the womans hair was long and coppery-red, curling at the tips. Then the woman laughed and turned her head toward the door, and Magda froze; Jaelle!

She was sure she had not made a sound, but Jaelle turned as if Magda had called her name, her face filled with delighted surprise.

What is it, Jaelle, whats happened, why are you here? Were they, in fact, discussing her crime? She had been told that the matter must be taken up with her oath-mother. But Jaelle said gaily, I am not housebound, breda; I would have come before, but this was my first chanceI have been very busy, as you can imagine.

Magda searched her friends eyes; there was more in them than a casual visit. The whites of the eyes seemed bloodshot, but she knew how rarely Jaelle cried. Perhapsa nagging, intrusive thought. Peter doesnt let her get much sleep. She dropped the thought as if it had burned her. Youd think I was jealous!

Mother Lauria and I have been discussing the women who can be chosen to learn Terran medicine, but I want to talk with you about that. Not here, though. The chiming of the supper bell interrupted them; Mother Lauria came in and took her seat, and Jaelle sniffed with delight.

I am so tired of food that comes out of machines! Real bread, fresh bakedand tripe stew, if Im not mistaken. Wonderful! Here, lets sit here, Jaelle said, seizing her hand, responding to Camillas beckoning hand, bending to give Camilla a quick hug and kiss. Well, Aunt, you look hearty and well, did Nevarsins climate agree with you? Come sit by me, Margali, lets eat and you tell me everything theyve been doing to you around here!

Magda laughed. That would take more than an evening!

Breda Jaelle said, startled, as if actually seeing her for the first time. Chiya, what have they been doing to you here? You have lost weight, she scolded, The housebound season is hellish for everyone, I know, but you mustnt let it affect you this way! Then Jaelle took Magda in a close embrace, long and hard and deliberate.

Magda could not see the tears Jaelle hid against her shoulder, though she sensed that Jaelle was clinging to her as if for comfort. But she also saw Janettas knowing smirk, and sensed that all eyes were on them. She pulled back a little.

Dont, Jaelle! She could not conceal her unease; the room seemed suddenly full of a ringing silence, as if all the noises of dishes and silverware were echoing in a vast, vaulted chamber from many miles away.

Jaelle withdrew, frowning. She asked, almost formally, Have I wronged you somehow, oath-daughter?

Oh, no, Magda said, shocked; lowering her voice, she murmured, Its onlyI didnt wantI mean, everyone in the Guild House already believes I am your lover& her voice trailed off. She was half expecting Jaelle to reply sensibly, What does that matter?

However, Jaelle only murmured, I see, and sat down as if nothing had happened. But her look sent a chill through Magda; it was the same look Jaelle had given her that first night, when Jaelle had rescued her from the bandits bent on rape; icy, detached, verging on contempt. The next moment, though, it was gone and Magda was wondering if she had imagined it, as Camilla and young Doria were hugging and kissing Jaelle and trading around so they could all sit together around the corner of the table.

Jaelle said over Dorias head, This is my baby, Margali; she was no more than three when I came here as a fosterling, and she has always been my pet and playthingand now look at her, all grown up and ready for the Oath! Im so proud of you, chiya!

Doria glanced at Magda with a tiny shared grin, and Magda thought, she hasnt seen us shaking all over at Training Sessions or she wouldnt be so proud of us! Thank heaven there wont be one tonight; I couldnt stand it, in front of Jaelle! Or, she wondered, was there? Tripe stew usually appeared on the nights of Training Sessions or the almost equally frightening house meetings. She had never lost her distaste for tripe stew; as the dish passed, she shook her head, passing it to Jaelle. Jaelle stared.

Really? Its my favorite and Im starved for it! Well, the less there is for you, the more for the rest of us! She helped herself liberally. Sisters, youll never appreciate the food here until you have to try to eat what the Terrans call food! She was exaggerating, almost a burlesque.

You can have my share, and welcome, Magda said, trying to hide her bitterness. Here was Jaelle, home, feasting and laughing and enjoying herself as if shed been locked in solitary confinement on bread and water. While in the Terran Zone Jaelle had fifteen choices at every meal, and didnt even have to help cook them, music from several different planets, all the books ever written, rounds of parties and visiting among Base personnelas Peters wife she would be required to attend most of the official functionssports, swimming (and in an indoor, properly heated pool at that), and all kinds of games and recreation. And here I am, struggling with stable brooms, and in disgrace at that& and fed on tripe stew, dammit!

Magda found a bowl of something which tasted faintly like baked yams or pumpkinand helped herself. Then someone passed her the leftover dish, filled with some mixture of grain baked with cheese and reheated in milk. I saved this just for you, Margali. Magda gritted her teeth, knowing that this was intended as a subtle insult; most of the women considered the stuff barely fit to eat even when it was served fresh, but it made its appearance on the table, because it was cheap, all too often since the House had been let in for the enormous cash indemnity by the man Magda had wounded. She told herself not to be hypersensitiveeveryone knew how much she disliked the tripe stewand helped herself without comment. But just last night, the girl who had saved it for her had made, just too loud, a comment about how their food budget had suffered, and why.

She was buttering herself a piece of bread when Jaelle said quietly, You dont have to eat that reish, Margali!

The word she had used meant literally, stable-sweepings; horseshit. Magda took a spoonful.

Never mind, I like it, really, better than the tripe stew.

You couldnt! Listen, breda, youre my oath-daughter, you dont have to take that kind of treatment from anybody! Not in my own house! Now it seemed that, from the light touch of Jaelles hand on her wrist, the womans own rage flowed into Magda, she was filled with fury, how dared they treat her that way! A grain of sanity insisted in Magda that it was all very silly, she really liked the grain-and-cheese dish as well as anything else they served here, but through her own sanity she felt Jaelles fury, a slight to her oath-daughter was a slight to Jaelle as well. Jaelle took the dish in her hand, and stood over the woman who had handed it to Magda.

Thats very generous of you, Cloris, but knowing how much you like it, we couldnt possibly deprive you of it! Jaelle said, eyes flashing, and dumped the whole soggy mess on Cloriss plate. Magda knewand Cloris did, toothat she had come very close to dumping it on Cloriss cropped curls. A present from my oath-daughter! She put enough emphasis on the words that Cloris bent her head, color rising in her round cheeks, and put a fork into the mess, choking down a spoonful. Jaelle stood over her, triumphant, for a moment, then came back to her seat, where Magda was pretending to eat the baked-pumpkin stuff, and picked up her own fork.

Slowly, the tension in the room dissolved. Camilla and Doria were asking a hundred questions about the Terran Zone; they spoke a rapid-fire Cahuenga that Magda could hardly follow, but she did sense Jaelles anger melting away as she talked on, and after a time it was the old Jaelle, merrily regaling her friends with larger-than-life adventures in faraway places; all the little foibles of the Terrans grew and seemed hysterical.

Magda felt a stab of resentment. Jaelle wasnt telling them anything she couldnt have told them, yet she was honor bound, oath-bound, to say nothing about it. She had made the wrong decision. If they had known she was Terran, they might have accepted her differences and blamed her less, they would have excused her blunder in the sword-fight as unfamiliarity with custom, not dishonorable negligence. She had been so proud of her own ability to pass as a Darkovan; Peter had warned her once that it would destroy her! Magda blinked back tears of self-pity, and pushed the food around listlessly on her plate. Jaelle had forgotten her, and the only two people in the house who really liked her, Doria and Camilla, were so wrapped up in Jaelle that neither of them had a word to say to her. The hall, which was large and drafty, seemed colder than ever; there was a cold draft blowing on the back of her neck where her hair used to be, shed probably have a cold tomorrow, and these people didnt have a decent antiviral drug in the house!

She rose quietly and slipped toward the door. No one would know or care that she was gone. But as she paused on the threshold, Mother Lauria rose in her place.

Before you all go off to your evening tasks or to rest, she said, Jaelle will be leaving at first light tomorrow; so there will be a few minutes in the music room, if you wish to greet her, before house meeting. Remember, the meeting is obligatory for everyone tonight. Her eyes locked for a moment with Magdas, and Magda felt the old tightness in her throat.

House meetings were somewhat less disturbing than the training sessions, whose very purpose, of course, was to upset and humiliate the probationers, breaking old patternsto teach us, Keitha had said once, to be women, not girls or ladies. Keitha usually came away from them in tears, but Magda had not yet been reduced to tears, though she usually lay awake for hours afterward turning over all the things she knew she should have said, or suffered racking nightmares. The meetings, by contrast, were usually routine affairsthe last one had taken up two hours complaining that the women who cleaned the third floor did not keep the baths stocked with towels or menstrual supplies! But Magda knew that in this meeting, her Oath was to be called into question. Rafael la had all but told her so this afternoon in the Armory. She knew she would never be able to face the psychological assault troops, and remembered Mariselas words, with dismay. Are they never going to be satisfied until they can get me to break down and cry in front of them all, was that what they were waiting for? Magda shoved the curtain aside and fled, running up the wide stairway, taking the steps three at a time; half sobbing, she stumbled, slid down a couple of steps, scrambled up, and gained the upper hallway, locking herself into the second-story bath by the simple expedient of blocking the door with a stool. She felt nausea rising, the very walls seemed to bulge outward around her, blurring before her aching eyes.

Jaelle found her there, sitting on the floor, clutching a towel over her eyes, swaying back and forth, unable even to cry. Chiya, said Jaelle, kneeling on the floor beside her, What is it? What have we done?

Magda let the towel drop and for a moment it seemed that Jaelles words, her very presence, held the bulging walls in place, forced the words into solidity. Of course, she is Comyn, a catalyst telepath, an Ardais, she thought, and irritably wondered what the words meant and where they had come from. She was battling the impulse to throw herself into Jaelles arms, cling there and cry herself senseless, to enfold the other woman within herself, cling to her strength& then inside her, a spark of defiance flared. Jaelle had the strength to face the Terran Zones culture shock, to make jokes about it at supper, then come up and offer solace to Magda because she couldnt! She could not display weaknessnot before Jaelle, of all people. She bit her lip, tasting blood in her mouth as she fought for control.

Jaelle, seeing the unfocused eyes, the beads of sweat filming Magdas brow under the clinging curls, thought quite logically that Magda was simply afraid; she knew her Oath would be challenged tonight, and, knowing what the Oath had cost Magda, she ached for her friend. But Jaelle had been a soldier before anything else. Kindra and Camilla had schooled her to hard stoicism, reinforcing the rigid strength of a desert-born woman, and the last months had been, for her, the hardest fight of her life! And Magda was not facing the machines and dehumanizing life of the Terran Zone, she was here surrounded by the love and concern of all the Guild House sisters!

She said, with a sting of harshness meant to be as bracing as the first touch of cold water in the morning, Margali nha Ysabet, listen to me! Magdas Amazon name rang out like the clash of a sword. Are you a woman, or a whimpering girl? Would you disgrace your oath-mother in our own House?

Magdas rising pride grabbed that and held on to it, I can do anything she can do, anything any Darkovan woman can do! It gave her the strength to pull herself to her feet, and say through set teeth, Jaelle nha Melora, I will not disgrace you!

Jaelle knew, with the knowledge which she could never control, but which, from time to time, thrust itself on her undesired, that the spiteful tone was armor against total nervous disintegration; all the same, the cold tone hurt. She said icily, Downstairs in the music room, before the clock strikes again, turned her back and added, with chilly detachment, You had better wash your face first. She turned and went, fighting the awareness that what she really wanted to do was put Magda into a hot bath, rub her back until the tension went out of her, then tuck her up comfortably in bed and comfort her, as she would have done for Doria when the child had gotten into one of the inevitable fights that faced an Amazon fosterling in the Thendara streets from the street girlsand boys.

But Margali is a woman; my oath-daughter, but she is not a child, I must not treat her like one!

Left alone, Magda had an insane impulse to change into Terran uniform and confront them on that basis, fling their damned oath into their faces and storm out before they could throw her out. If I had a uniform in the building, I might, she thought, then was glad she had not, knowing she would regret it all her life. Magda was Darkovan enough to guard the integrity of her given oath with her very life; yet a traitorous part of her self persisted, as she washed her swollen mouth, in knowing that she might be going back in the morning to the Terran Zone with Jaelleor without her. Either way, it would not be her fault, she would not have given up. All the tension, which had been building to impossible heights since the sword fight, would be over. Painful as the breaking would be, it could not help but be better.

In the music room, Jaelle and several others were clustered around Rafaella, begging her to sing.

Rafi, I have had no music since I went to the Terran Zone; nobody plays there, nobody sings, the music comes out of little metal screens, and is only sound to mask the sound of machines, not real music at all& sing something, Rafi, sing The Ballad of Hastur and Cassilda&

We should be here all night, and Mother Lauria has called us for House Meeting, Rafaella protested, but she took up the small rryl which looked to Magda like a cross between a guitar and a zither, and began softly tightening the pegs, bending her ear close as she tuned the instrument. Then she sat down, holding it across her lap, and began to sing softly, a ballad Magda had heard in Caer Dorm as a child. Her mother had told her it was immeasurably old, perhaps even of Terran origin.

When the day wears away,

Sad I wander by the water,

Where a man, born of sun.

Wooed the chieri daughter;

Ah, but there is something wanting,

Ah, but I am weary,

Come, my fair and bonny love,

Come from the hills to cheer me&

And a curious, haunting refrain in a language Magda did not know; she would like to ask Rafaella where she had learned the song, what was the language of the ancient refrain, to check it against the Terran language banks& but she held aloof. Surely Jaelle had confided in her best friend how she had found Magda in the bathroom having hysterics, they were all waiting for her, the last to arrive& yet the old song recalled her childhood, her mother, who had always worn Darkovan clothes for warmth in the frigid hills of the Hellers, wrapped in a tartan shawl; the very sound of the rryl was like the one her mother had played, and Magda had tried for a time to learn the chords;

Why should I sit and sigh,

All alone and weary&

The soft arpeggios of the accompaniment died; Mother Lauria came up behind Magda and laid a warm, dry hand on her shoulder. Magda turned, and the old woman said softly, Courage, Margali. But the kindness in her voice was blurred in Magdas ears. Magda only thought, does she think I am going to disgrace them all by breaking down? Damn her anyhow! Mother Lauria read the defiance in her face, and sighed, but she only propelled Magda into the center of the group, where the women were finding seats, on chairs and benches and on the floor on cushions.

Rafaella put the rryl carefully into its case and sat down cross-legged beside Jaelle, as silence fell on them all. Mother Lauria said, Shall we begin? I will take the meeting myself, tonight.

They brought an armchair for the Guild Mother and placed it at the center, and Magda felt a renewed stab of misgiving. Usually the Guild Mothers or elders presiding over the meeting sat on the floor, informally, like everyone else. Normally there were house meetings only every forty days, and the trainees were not allowed to speak at all in them; they were gripe sessions, or serious discussions of house finances, policies, visiting hours and work assignments.

Magda wondered if she was building up nightmares out of nothing. After all, the woman was old and had a lame knee; she was the oldest of the Guild Mothers and her knee would not let her sit on the floor for a long meeting!

Lauria opened soberly, The House has been alive with talk and gossip for more than a tenday. That is not the way to handle troubles, with talk and secret slander! Tonight we must talk of violence, and other things; but first let us have this trouble in our House spoken openly, not whispered in corners like naughty children talking smut! Rafaella, you have had the most to say, let us hear your grudge openly!

Margali, said Rafaella, turning to look at her, and Magda felt all the eyes of the women turning to follow, She has disgraced us; she has brought a heavy indemnity upon us, she has dishonored her steel, and she does not even seem to realize the gravity of what she had done.

Thats not true, Magda cried out. What makes you think I dont realize it? But what would you have me do? Weep night and day?

Mother Lauria said, Margali but Jaelle had already silenced Magda with a hand on her shoulder. Hush, chiya. Let us handle this.

A girl called DikaMagda did not know her full namesaid, See, even now she has not learned manners! And its common knowledge that her oath was irregular, taken on the trail! She should have been questioned in a Guild House before she was ever allowed to come among us!

And she sits there brazen, not caring, Janetta said, and Magda suddenly realizeddistantly, intellectuallywhat they meant. It was a cultural reaction she was lacking. Yes, she spoke the language, had learned it as a childbut she had been separated from the Darkovans who were native to her at an early age, she did not have the right body language, the right subtle signals to show her very real remorse and guilt; they were expecting a reaction she did not know how to give, and that was why they were so hostile all the time. All, that was, except Mother Lauria, who knew she could not be expected to react quite as she should, and knew why. She understood her guilt, in their framework, but she didnt know how to show them that she knew it!

This has always been my curse; too much Darkovan to be Terran, too much Darkovan ever to be happy in the Terran Zone& I came to the Amazons to find my own freedom to be what I really am, but I dont know what that is, and how can I find it if I do not know what it is I must find here?

Mother Lauria said, There has been too much gossip and too little truth about the irregularity of Margalis oath. Jaelle, she took the oath at your hands, and Camilla, you witnessed it; let us hear the truth from your lips, before us all.

Magda listened while they told the story, mentioning that she had been traveling under safe-conduct from Lady Rohana Ardais; there were small murmurs all round the room at this, for Lady Rohana was a much-loved and respected patron of the Thendara Guild House. Camilla told how they had administered the oath under threat, as the Amazon charter required, and why. Mother Lauria heard her out in silence, then asked formally, Tell us, Margali, did you take the oath unwillingly?

Mother Lauria knew that perfectly well; she had been at the Council where it had been discussed in full. She gulped down her misgivings, and said, hearing her voice thin and childish under the high ceiling, At firstyes. It was something I had to do, before I could be free to keep my pledge to my kinsman. I was afraid I would have to make promises I could not, in conscience, keep. Should she tell them, here, that she was Terran and that by Terran law an oath under duress was invalid? No; there was enough trouble here between Terran and Darkovan without her adding to that old quarrel. But as Jaelle said the oath to me, II seemed to find the words of the oath engraved somewhere upon my heartbelieve me, the oath is now at the very center of my being& Her throat tightened and for a moment she felt again that she could cry.

Jaelles hand was on Magdas shoulder, reassuring. Have I not told this company how Margali fought for me, when she could have held her hand, and my death would have freed her from all obligation? She abandoned the mission which meant so much to her because she would not leave me wounded, to freeze or die alone. She brought me across the Pass of Scaravel, under attack by banshees, and later brought the three of us to Castle Ardais under little more than the strength of her own will. Jaelle fingered the narrow red scar on her cheek and said vehemently, No woman here has an oath-daughter more faithful under trial!

But, said Rafaella, Camilla has told us how she first failed to defend herself against a gang of drunken bandits. And did she not kill that one who wounded you in a fever of blood-lust and revenge, rather than disciplined self-defense? I submit that she is unstable and unfit to bear steel, and that she has proved it again in this house, not a tenday past.

Jaelle said angrily, Rafi, who among us comes to this house fit to bear a sword? Why do we have training sessions, if not to teach us what we do not know? Would you send Keitha, or Doria, to defend this house at swords point?

Doria would never have struck a defenseless man who had surrendered his weapon, Rafaella began angrily, but Mother Lauria motioned her to quiet.

What Doria would have done is not at issue. But you have raised a fair question; if Margali has learned nothing among us in her time here

But, said Magda, pulling away from Jaelles restraining hands, I have learnedtruly! I know what I did was wrong

Margali, said Mother Lauria, you will be silent until you are spoken to.

Magda sank back, biting her lip, and Mother Lauria continued, Margalis oath has been formally called into question; and therefore three of you, other than her oath-mother, must speak for her; and they must be from those who have been oath-bound for at least five years.

Magda felt curious calm settling over her. At least, this was the end. She had done her best; but mentally she was already returning the borrowed clothing to the sewing room, gathering her few possessions, and walking out into the ice-glazed streets of Thendara, wholly alone for the first time in her life. I have done the best I can. But Cholayna will have her triumph; she refused to accept my resignation. Did she know I would fail?

But Camilla said angrily, If you are going to call Margalis Oath into question, question mine too! I was angry, yes, furious enough to beat her senseless, but what she did was my fault, and not her own; I put her beside me to defend the House, because I knew she was a skilled fighterand I thought, in the haste of the moment, that this was enough. I had forgotten that her skill with a knife outstripped her training; I forgot that, facing men for the first time in many moons, she might well go berserk with all the repressed rage we have been systematically raking up inside her mind in the training sessions.

She turned to Rafaella and said seriously, Few of us come here with any knowledge of fighting; we learn it here, only AFTER we have learned to discipline our emotions. If I had had to face men in the middle of my own training hereI who had lived among men as a mercenary soldierI would have killed them all, I think. I dont know where Margali came by her skill at fighting, but she has much to teach us as well as to learn from usyou yourself have seen that, Rafi, this very day you had her helping you to teach unarmed combat! She has many skills, though she is not yet fit to use them anywhere outside our training hall. I forgot how she had come to us and how she had behaved outside; it is my business to know such things, and when I had gotten over being angry with her, I realized it was my fault and not hers, and I will take full personal responsibility she used the formal phrasefor the mistake which exposed her weakness.

She came and stood beside Magda; then dropped down behind her on the floor, and Magda saw the stern pride in her face. At that moment, any resentment she had ever felt against the old emmasca for her harshness, her threatened beatings, dissolved, never to return. The word personal responsibility was the one used in the most serious matters of honor, and Camilla had engaged hers in this matter.

She is my oath-sister, and she takes that sisterhood seriously more seriously than I do myself! Madga said spontaneously, Camilla, no! My hand struck the blow of disgrace! I should have known better, I take responsibility for it

You will be silent, Margali, Mother Lauria said harshly, I will not say this again. One more word without leave, and I will send you from the room to await the decision elsewhere! One has spoken. Two more are required.

Marisela said in her sweet reedy voice, I will speak for Margali. Have you not heard from this how much Margali has learned? She does not shirk responsibility, even when another has offered to assume it for hereven if she spoke out of turn, her intentions were good. Margali cannot be held to blame that she failed a test which should never have been laid on her. Yet we have, all of us, silently been holding her to blame for a tenday and moreand which of us could withstand so much disapproval from her sisters for so long, in the midst of her housebound time and thrust, evening after evening, into the training sessions and all their weight of distressand still come down among us, composed and quiet, and ready to shoulder all blame?

She looked earnestly round the circle. Sisters, we have all been where Margali is nowfeeling like fumbling children, all our old certainties lost, and with nothing yet to put in their place. Look at hershe sits there not knowing whether we will throw her into the street to fend for herself, or make her way alone back wherever she came fromyet this is the woman who, laboring under all we have laid on her in these last days, still found it in her heart to go, unasked, to comfort Byrna. None of us herenot one, not even those of us who have borne children and had to give them upcould find a moment for our sister, because she is from another House. I speak for Margali, sisters; this woman is truly one of us and I, for one, do not challenge her oath.

There was a long silence. At last Mother Lauria said in that curiously ritual way, Two have spoken, but a third is wanted.

And the silence was prolonged, until Magda felt her legs gather under her to take her from the room as sentence was pronounced. Whether or not they threw her out, she would not stay under this roof to Midsummer if all of them felt her dishonored.

Rafaella stirred, and Magda braced herself to listen to Rafaellas gloating, her accusations. Instead Rafaella said, slowly, In simple justiceI must speak for her myself.

For a moment Magda did not understand the words, as if the words had been in the alien language of the song Rafaella had sung.

She fought to defend us; not wisely, perhaps, but without hesitation; she took up the sword knowing she could have died here on our doorstep, and who will fight for an oath she does not, in fact, believe and honor? She fought, perhaps, with hatred when she should have fought with discipline, but I do not think she is incapable of learning discipline, in time. More than this, I know that Byrna would have spoken for Margali if she were able to be hereI call Marisela to witness for that. Margali has given generously to all of us, including my daughter, in training hallin a time when she needs all her strength for her own learning. Not many of us could have done this during our own training timeI know I could not.

Nor I, said Camilla roughly.

It is usually not required of us. We have required of Margali more than most of us have to give; perhaps instead of blaming her because she has not done perfectly, we should give her credit that she has not done worse under such heavy demands. And more than this. She has made me see something to which I have been blind Rafaella stared at the floor, her slender musicians hands,twisting restlessly. She said at last, She has made me see that I have been unfair to Doria, as well as to her. I am not Kindra; she managed to foster Jaelle in this house and still put her through her housebound time here without favoritismand without demanding more of her than Jaelle could give. Margali has made me see that I cannot do this with Doria. I think Doria should be sent to another Guild House for her housebound training and for her Oath. Madga saw her swallow hard, and she dashed her hand across her eyes, but then she raised her head and stared fearlessly at Mother Lauria. I speak for Margali, and I ask, when you have considered this, that you send Doria away. I am not fit to train her; I am too eager that she shouldshould honor my pride, rather than her own good.

Mother Lauria looked up at Magda. She said quietly, Three have spoken. Margalis oath shall stand. As for DoriaI have thought of this myself, Rafaella, but I had hoped it could be avoided. She is a child of this house

I dont want to go away, Doria cried. This is my home, and Rafi is my mother

But I am not, Rafaella said harshly, You were born to my sister; so I thought I could beimpersonal with you. But I cannot; Iin my pride, I have asked too much of you. You know that an Amazon who has a birth-daughter in her own House must sent her elsewhere for her training

Mother Lauria held up her hand. One thing at a time! Doria, you know you must be silent here unless asked to speak! Rafi, we will talk of this later; for the moment, we have not done with Margali. Three have spoken for her, and by the laws of the Renunciates, her oath must stand. But we cannot have the house torn with dissension. I will have no more gossip and silent slander; if there is anything to be said against Margali, say it here and now, and thereafter be silent, or say it before her face.

Mother Millea said, I have no objection to allowing Margali to stay among us. I do not dislike her. But the truth is, she did bring indemnity and disgrace upon us, and I do not think she fully understands all the laws of our Charter. If Jaelle were living here, it would be Jaelles responsibility to instruct her oath-daughter in these things. Since she is not, we might consider extending the housebound time, so that she may complete her training

Oh, no, Magda thought, I couldnt take it&

Mother Lauria said, There is precedent for that, too; the housebound period may be extended another half year if a woman has not sufficiently learned our ways to be trusted in the outside world. Still, I am reluctant to do this with a woman Margalis age. If she were a girl of fifteen, I would certainly demand it, but surely there is a better way than this.

Camilla said, It is pure chance that it was Jaelle and not I who took her oath; we were both present. I will volunteer to instruct her myself, as Jaelle might do.

And I, said Marisela, and Mother Lauria nodded. She said If any of you has an unspoken grudge against Margali, speak it now, or be silent hereafter for all time.

Magda, glancing hesitantly around the circle, seemed to hear unspoken fragments of thought. Marisela said quietly, I can tell that your grudges are too petty to speak, in the light of thisis it true? I think Margali is an extraordinary woman, and one day we will all be proud to claim her as one of us.

Janetta, one of the younger women who had not been allowed to speak for Margaliand Magda had not expected it, for Janetta was the lover of Cloris, who had created the crisis over the leftover dish at suppersaid thoughtfully, I think some of us have forgotten what it was like to go through training. Rafi is right; I couldnt have done it, but it wasnt asked of me. But I think maybe we expected too much of her, because she was Jaelles oath-daughter.

The third of the Guild Mothers, who had sat silent through the entire proceedingMagda remembered hearing that she was a judge in the Court of Arbitration, and wondered if that was why she had taken no part in the affairsaid in her rusty old voice, I think there is a lesson for all of us in the way we have been behaving; none of us is more than flesh and blood, and we must not ask more of a sister than we would be willing to endure for ourselves. That is true of Rafaella and Doria as well as Margali.

Rafaella had been leaning against Jaelles shoulder; she turned around and held out her hand to Magda. She said, Janetta is right; I had forgotten, and I was angry with you this afternoon because you made me see what I was doing to Doria. II dont want to lose her. But for her own good, I see now that I must leave her training to others. Will you forgive me?

Magda took the hand Rafaella gave her, feeling embarrassed. I ought to have put it more tactfully. I was rude

We were both rude, said Rafaella, smiling. Ask Camilla sometime what I am capable of she raised her face, laughing, to the old emmasca. When we were both in training together, we drew our knives on one another! We could both have been sent away for that!

What did they do to you? Magda asked, and Camilla chuckled, pressing Rafaellas shoulder.

Handcuffed us together for ten days. For the first days we did nothing but fight and scream at each otherthen we discovered we could do nothing without the others help, and so we became friends. They do not do that any more, not in this House

But then, we have not had any two trainees draw knives on one another since then, Mother Lauria said, smiling as she overheard them. But we have not yet learned all we can from this affair. It is still painful to speak of it; but we must speak of it because it is painful. Keitha, your oath has not been called into question, you are not here on trial, but tell us, Keitha, why, after Margali had wounded the surrendered swordsman, you were heard to declare that we should have killed them all?

Magda had to admire the old womans skill as a psychologist. She felt the pressure lifted from her shoulders, yet she did not feel Keitha was being attacked in her stead; only challenged, as usual during training sessions.

Keitha took time to frame a reply, knowing it would be torn to shreds before the words were well out of her mouth. Finally she said, He had no right to follow me herehe would have killed some of you, killed Camilla certainly, dragged me back unwilling, raped meby the Goddess, she burst out, and Magda could see that she was trembling, I wished then that I had Margalis skill with a sword, so that I could have killed him myself and not put my oath-sisters to the trouble!

But, Camilla said gently, the men with him were only hired swords, and they followed the code of the sword; when he was himself felled, they surrendered at once. What is your quarrel with them, oath-daughter?

A man who hires out his sword to such an immoral purpose does he not then forfeit protection? If not of mens laws, at least of ours?

Rezl said angrily, I think Keitha is right! Those men who fought alongside her husband agreed to what he was doing, they would have served their own wives the samehow do they deserve to be treated better than he?

Camillas soft voiceso feminine, Magda suddenly realized, in spite of her lean angular body and abrupt mannerscame quietly out of the dimness in the shadow of the room. Surely, if men see that we women cannot abide by civilized rules of behavior, they will turn all the more quickly against us?

Civilized rules! Their rules! Janetta sounded furious, but Mother Lauria ignored her.

Keitha, was it those men you hated? Or was it all men you wished to see punished in them?

It is Shann I hate, she said in a low voice, I want to see him dead before meI wake from dreams of killing him! Is there no one here who has ever hated a man?

I think there is no one here who has not, said Rafaella, but Mother Lauria went on as if she had not heard. Hate can be a shackle stronger than love. While you hate, you are still bound to him.

Camilla said quietly, Hate can lead you, if you cannot harm the one yourself, to turn upon yourself. I sacrificed my very womanhood so that no man could ever desire me again. It was hate cost me this.

Magda remembered the grim story Camilla had told, and wondered how the old womans voice could sound so calm. Keitha flared, And is that such a price? You dont know what you have been spared!

Camillas voice was hard. And you dont know what you are talking about, oath-daughter.

Is that not why you became a mercenary? To kill men in revenge for the choice they cost you? Keitha asked.

Jaelle said into the silence, I have known Camilla since my twelfth year; never have I known her to kill any man needless, or for revenge.

I fight often at the sides of men, Camilla said, and I have learned to call them comrades and companions. I hate no man living; I have learned to blame no man for the evil done by another. I have fought, yes, and killed, but I can admire, and respect, and even, yes, sometimes, love where love is due.

But, you, Keitha said, you are not a woman anymore.

Camilla shrugged slightly. You think not? she said, and Magda wondered if she only fancied the pain in the womans eyes.

And behind her it seemed that Jaelle had spoken aloud, then Magda realized with dismay that somehow she was reading Jaelles thoughts, that no one except herself could hear; Camilla was no less foster mother to me than Kindraperhaps more, since she had no child and knew she would have none. I love Camilla, but it is so different from the way I love Piedro. I love him& sometimes& at other times I cannot imagine why I ever even liked him. Never, never could I turn against one of my sisters that way&

And Magda was thinking, in a desperate attempt to distance the subject by intellectualizing it, they talked a lot about the differences between men and women, but none of their answers ever satisfied her. She could get pregnant and Peter could not, that was the only difference she could see in the world of the Terrans, they did not share the most dangerous of vulnerabilities. And then somehow she felt as if her whole sense of values had done a flipflop, he had been dependent on her, and now on Jaelle, to give him the son he so desperately desired& before, she had always seen herself as taking all the risks, but now Jaelle could bear him a son, if she would, if she would& now he was at Jaelles mercy as he had been at hers; she saw it almost with a flash of pity. Poor Peter. And then, in a flash, was Jaelle pregnant? Then the sudden linkage broke and slammed shut and Magda was alone in her mind again, confused, not knowing which were her thoughts and which came from elsewhere. She had missed some of what Camilla was saying.

I have gone to some lengths to prove myself the equal, or more, of any man, but I am past that now; I can admit my own womanhood and I need not prove it to you. Why does it distress you to think of me as a woman, Keitha?

Keitha cried out, I cannot understand you! You are free of the burden none of us can endure, and yet you choose to be woman, you insist upon it& does not even neutering free you?

Camillas face was very serious now. It is not the freedom you think it, oath-daughter, she said, holding out her hand to Keitha, but Keitha ignored it.

It is easy for you to be sentimental about womanhood, Keitha cried, tears running angrily down her face, You have nothing more to lose, you are free from the desire of men and from their cruelty, you can be a man among men or a woman among women as you choose, and have it all your own way

Does it seem so to you, child? Camilla took Keithas hand gently in hers, but the younger woman wrenched it away in angry revulsion. Camillas face twisted a little, as if in pain.

Can I really be a woman among women? You are not the first who has refused to accept me as one of you, though it does not often happen in my own house. Perhaps men are a little kinder; they accept me as a comrade even when they know I have nothing to offer them as a woman, they defend my back and offer their lives for mine by the code of the sword. My sisters here could do no more. Yet I am all too aware that I am not one of them.

Keitha, savage in aroused hatred, said viciously, Yet you sit here and dare to boast of your comradeship with our tormentors and oppressers!

I was not boasting, Camilla said quietly, but it is true that I have come to know men as few women have the chance to know them. I no longer want to kill them all for the vileness of a few.

But doesnt everyone here have a tale to tell, of men worth nothing but our hate? I am filled with itI will never be free of itI want to kill them, to go on killing them, but I would be more merciful than they, I could kill them cleanly with the sword where they kill and torture, enslaving the body and the soulI will never be free of it until I have struck down a man and seen him die

Is that why you came here, Keitha? asked Marisela gently, to learn to kill men?

Mother Lauria said A man? And any man will do?

Are they not all the same in their treatment of women? Keitha demanded.

Mother Lauria looked round the circle. Here sits one, she said, and her eyes came to rest on Jaelle, who has said the same thing so many times that their sound is a permanent echo within this room; yet she has taken a freemate and dwells with him outside the Guild House. Jaelle, can you talk to Keitha about men, and whether they are all the same?

Magda could feel Jaelles agitation, like a living presence, though Jaelle was silent and did not move. Finally she said I do not know what to say, Mother, I would prefer not to speak yet

Is that because you need it, perhaps, more than the rest of us? You know the rules; none of us may spare ourselves, nor ask our sisters to speak of what we will not share

But Jaelle looked steadily down at the rug, and Mother Lauria shrugged. Doria?

The girl giggled nervously. She said, I have never known any man well enough to love himor hate him either. What can I say? She turned to Jaelle and said, You were the last woman I would ever expect to take a freemate! You had said so often that you wanted nothing of men

Mother Lauria looked at Jaelle so long and intently that the younger woman said, DontI will speak. But then she was silent for a long time, so long that Magda actually turned to look at her, to see if she was still physically present there. At last she said, Menare all the samejust as, in a way, women are all the same. Each man is different, yet they all have something in common which makes them different from women, I dont know what it is

There was a round of giggles and laughs all round the circle, and the tension slackened a little, but Jaelle said, distracted, I dont think that was what I meant. I have lain with only this one man. I like itI suppose he is not much different from Keithas husbandbetter mannered, perhaps, they have laws in the Terran Zone, no man may lay violent hands on his wife, no more freely than on any other citizen. But I would have to ask some woman who has had many lovers whether they are all the same in this way

Rafaella said with a faint laugh, It is a common illusion of young women that men are all different from one another, but then she said into the laughter from the rest, No, seriously; no man is like another, but they are not so different, either.

In the Terran Zone, a woman is not her freemates property, not in law, Jaelle said, but there is something in a man which seems to drive him to possess & I never knew this existed before. She shook her head, and her hair, the color of a new-minted copper coin, cascaded around her shoulders and her face, gleaming in the firelight. In intimacythe mindit is rawI dont know she said half aloud, running her fingers through her hair, shaking it into place with a gesture of pride and defiance.

And suddenly it seemed Jaelle was at one end of the room and all her sisters were at the far end; Magda knew it had never been there before between Jaelle and her sisters, but it was there, a gulf wider than the abysses between the stars; she thought, I could get up now and proclaim myself a Terran and I would be less alien than Jaelle at this moment. Jaelle was far away, alien, alone, with nothing save her pride and her flaming hair and the word, Comyn, which echoed softly in Magdas mind, echoed from all over the room. Comyn. The very word was like a solid wall which separated Jaelle from the only family she had ever known.

They had known of her blood, of course, knew that Lady Rohana was her close kinswoman; but never in all these years had Jaelle spoken any word or given any hint that she cared for her Comyn blood; her red hair seemed no more than an accident of birth. Now it was in the room with them, and Magda, looking at the faces which were suddenly those of strangersand she knew that she saw them through Jaelles eyessensed fear; a wary fear reserved for gods, not men; for Comyn, aliens, outsiders, rulers&

For this moment, Jaelle was an outsider, not a cherished sister, and they all knew it. Trying to break that frightening silence, Magda turned and took Jaelles hand in her own. She said, I think it is a game they like to play with us; possession. They like to think they own us; they know they do not and it makes them insecure. Women do notdo not suffer so much from separation as men do. Perhaps we should not blame them so much for trying to pretend they own us. It is their nature. They have nothing else.

Their nature! Felicia spoke from the shadows, her eyes still swollen, her voice husky. Are we not to blame them for possessiveness, when I have seen my son torn from me, sobbing, screaming my name she turned on Lauria, in shaking anger. Their nature! Does their nature demand that they shall have command of the world, of their women and their sons, that they and they alone have a right to immortality through their children? What kind of world have they built, where a woman must give up her sons, to be taught to fight and kill as a sign of manliness, never to weep, never to show fear, to instill into his nature the need to possess & to possess his women and his children, to make him into the kind of man from which I fledis it not in my nature, too, to desire my sons? And I am denied this here among you She put her face in her hands and began to cry again, heartbrokenly.

Janetta flared, Would you have your sons grow up among us, then, to turn on us and try to possess us when they are grown?

Rafaella snarled, There should be a better way than to return them to that very world, to be made into the kind of men we hate! Perhaps, if they were reared among us they would be different

They would still grow to be men, Janetta cried, and they do not belong here in the Guild House!

Mother Lauria raised her hands, trying to impose silence, but the clamor grew. Magda was thinking, almost in despair, not knowing whether the thoughts were hers or anothers, We give up our sons because that is all men want of us, perhaps what they are trying to do here is hopeless and unnatural&

Jaelle said into a sudden silence, I have thoughtsometimesI would like to have a child. I havehave thought some of you foolish for allowing yourselves to become pregnant. She folded her hands in her lap to keep from wringing them. But how do you know? The Oath sayswe must bear children only in our own time and season. But how do youhow do you know whether it is your own wish, oror only a wish to please him?

If you had borne two or three children, Keitha said with great bitterness, you would know.

Would you? Rafaella asked, and Magda felt the confusion and dismay. Rafaella had borne sons and given them up, and she was torn apart with Felicias misery& how do I know all this?

Cloris said, Do we not spend all our time here learning to know our own minds and our own wishes from what men expect of us?

No, Jaelle said. Theres no way for ordinary minds to know, they can teach that only in the Towersoh, theres no talking to you, you dont even have laran, how can you know? And suddenly Magda realized again that Jaelle had not said this aloud, that she had flung no more at Cloris than a strangled No and stopped, shaking. Marisela leaned over and took Jaelles hand, a firm clasp that silenced the red-haired woman. Magda too was held silent, hardly hearing what Mother Lauria was saying:

You have given us another important thing to consider; how do we know when we do our own will, or the will of another whose approval is important to us? She went on talking, but Magda was no longer listening, and heard only snatches of the rest of the training session. One of the women said & if we all chose never to bear children, and if all women were as we were, then should we be as extinct as the chieri, the desire of a woman to bear is as inborn as the desire of a man to engender, and Janetta said in protest, That is not a true desire from within us, it is a desire we have been told we must have! I have never known a man, I never shall; I do not feel it is right that a Renunciate should renounce men and their world and their property, and continue to lie with men, to love them, to bear them children for whom we must take these wretched compromises! If we have given up mens rule, cannot we give up the power over men which comes from lying with them?

Marisela asked gently, Would you have us all lovers of women, Janetta, as some men say we are?

And why not? At least I will never bear a child to be snatched away into the world I have renounced and made into the kind of man I hate!

Yet I would not want to live in a house without children, someone said. Life would be worse without such as Doria, and Jaelle who was fostered among usand the house is empty Magda could feel Felicias awful grief for her child, and Mariselas memory of Byrnas baby&

Mother Lauria said gently, The wish for children is after all a natural desire, and cannot be dismissed as something born of mans pride alone. That can be destroyed quickly enough by ill treatment, sometimes even in men it can be destroyed. There are men with no desire for women, and I think that sad, too. This is part of what we share with men, too; the wish for children, our immortality, companions for our old age, or even, like our little Doria, little ones to cherish and care for and watch them growing to womanhood among us

And for that selfish desire, Janetta argued, you would bear a child into a world which enslaves women and corrupts men to go on enslaving them?

Magda found a curious picture floating in her mind; a woman, beautiful, queenly& chained, hung about with heavy chains that hindered her, weighed her down& the image shattered; was she hallucinating again?

& but you had a choice, Felicia; you could have kept your son, by living outside the House, or even with your sons father.

It seemed I could not bear either choice, Felicia said, shaking, I could not bear to leave my sisters. Yet no woman can teach a man to live as a man. A man who could live by our code would be an effeminate, never at ease anywhereI would not condemn my son to such a fate.

Yet if we despise the way men live, said Mother Lauria, Is it right to allow them to bring up our sons to be more of that kind of men?

Keitha said, I would prefer a man to be effeminate rather than to be masculine at the cost of all decency and consideration.

Mother Lauria said quietly, Some day, perhaps, there may be another answer for us. But the world will go as it will, not as you or I will have it. May the Goddess grant that some changes come in our lifetime; yet we, who are changing the world, will always suffer for it. I do not think your suffering is wastednor Keithas, nor Camillas, nor Byrnasevery one of us is suffering to show the men of the Domains that perhaps we would rather suffer than live by their rules. And yet if men and women are to live forever barricaded from another, how then shall the human race go on?

Marisela said slyly, Perhaps as they say the Terrans do itwith machines, and the room broke up into an uproar of laughter; even Mother Lauria laughed. Only Magda did not laugh; she was not intending to tell Mother Lauria about the worlds where that was actually the normal procedure. The woman began unwinding stiffened legs, rubbing cold hands over the fire; they clustered in small groups, talking softly, while some of the others went to the kitchen, bringing back a huge kettle of hot cider and plates of cakes and sweets. Magda dipped up a cup of the hot, spicy drink and stood by the fire, separated from the others. Camilla, Rafaella and Jaelle were clustered near the fire; the moment of alienation Magda had seen, when Jaelle seemed suddenly apart from all of them, was gone as if it had never been. Magda wondered if she had imagined it. Mother Lauria came, leading Doria by the hand, and gestured Rafaella away, and Jaelle, looking up, signalled Magda to join them. She took up a plate of the crisp little fried cakes which always made their appearance on these nights, and went over to Jaelle.

Where is Camilla?

She went to speak with Keitha, Jaelle said. That is a bad situation, Margali; Camilla is her oath-mother, there should not be so much hostility between them.

I cannot imagine what has caused it, said Mother Lauria, joining them, with Rafaella and Doria at her side. I thought you would like to know, we have settled it that Doria shall go to Neskaya for her training

Fine, Magda thought, one more friend gone! Doria hugged Magda shyly.

Ill miss you, Margali, and Keitha,I dont want to go away, she said tearfully. This is my home, butbut

But everyone leaves her home for training, and you may not be different, Jaelle said, Remember, Kindra made me spend half a year with Lady Rohana at Ardais, so that I might know for certain what the life was, that I was renouncingso that no one could say I had renounced it without a clear idea of the choice I was making. At least you, Doria, are going to another Guild House. I know many of the women in Neskayayou will find many friends there, and they are all your sisters, after all.

Behind her, Magda heard Rafaella ask, But what can Keitha possibly have against Camilla? Surely not just that she is an emmasca, neuteredshe could not possibly be as cruel or bigoted as that, could she?

I do not think it is only that, said Jaelle. Camilla is a lover of women; she has been kind and affectionate with Keitha, and possibly Keitha has misunderstood her affection

Magdas face burned, though rationally she knew the words were not directed at her, neither woman knew anything about the moment when she had kissed Keitha, in her delirium after being woundedhow could they? And she was sure Camilla had not told either of them of the encounter where she herself had rebuffed Camilla.

Keitha is a cristoforo, said Rafaella, and they are as bad as the Terrans on that subject. But Camilla is not the type to press her wishes where she is rebuffed, even gently. Certainly Keitha does not think of Camilla as a danger to her, does she? Margali, you know her as well as anyone here, what does she think?

I dont know what Keitha thinks, Magda said, I dont even know what I think myself. But if Keitha cannot see that Camilla is a good and honorable woman, then it is certainly her loss.

But there cannot be hostility between a woman and her oath-mother, said Rafaella, it is unnatural and wrong. Something must be done about it! She hovered with her hand over the plate of sweet cakes, then shook her head, laughing. I have eaten too many already, I am as greedy as if I were four months pregnant! Jaelle, are you spending the night in the house? You surely cant go back through the streets of Thendara at this hour, can you? And listen, she added, pausing, and they could hear the violence of sleet against the windows, the wind that hurled itself incessantly around the corners of the houses in the street.

I like hearing it, said Jaelle, though Magda shivered. In the Terran Zone, we are so insulated from the weather, we never know whether it is snowing or the sun is shining

If you are staying, would you like to sleep in my room? They moved Marisela out because she had to come in and out so often, a midwifes sleep is like a farmers at calving season! And Devra is still in Nevarsin, so there is plenty of room there

Yes, and perhaps we can have a few minutes to talk about the business, Jaelle said. I think you may need to take a partner, after all, for the next year or two

Jaelle! Are you pregnant, then? I would like to meet that freemate of yours, if he could change your mind about something like that, Rafaella said, teasing, but Jaelle shook her head She said, Its too soon to be sure, Rafi. Believe me, you would be the first one I would confide in, but of course there is always the possibility. In any case I will be with the Terrans for at least a year, I have given my word. There is also

There is also the matter of which women to send to learn their medical techniques, Mother Lauria said, and I will try to consult you about that, Rafaella, before we make the final decisions. Perhaps when she finishes her housebound time in Neskaya, Doria might like to go; I was thinking of sending her to Arilinn, for midwifes training. She has clever hands and she is good with animals, she might be good at that too. But not tonight, she added, looking around the room, where only a few small groups of women remained, the others having scattered. Three or four were settled down in a corner by the hearth, drinking wine, as if they had decided to make a night of it; two others were absorbed in some kind of card game, Irmelin with two of her helpers was gathering up the used plates and mugs. Mother Lauria said, I had hoped to bring this up in the meeting, but it went otherwise and I did not want to keep you all too late.

Margali, will you and your oath-mother come for a moment to my office before you go upstairs?

Magda had to admire the deft way Mother Lauria had singled the two of them outyou and your oath-motheras if it had only to do with Magdas challenged oath. Rafaella gave Jaelle a goodnight kiss. You had better sleep with Margali tonight; you and I always spend half the night talking, and I am sleepy. She punctuated the words with an enormous yawn. We can talk business at breakfast. But dont stay away so long next time, lovethe Terrans cant be keeping you as busy as all that, can they?

Jaelle hugged her goodnight. Sometime Ill tell you all about Terran clocks!

In Mother Laurias office, the Guild Mother said, You have had a chance to see us and to remember our strengths, Jaelle have you any suggestions?

Jaelles smile wavered. Magda thought she looked very tired. She said, Only negative ones; I do not think Janetta would suit the Terransor the other way around.

Mother Lauria nodded. It is a pity, she said. Since Janni is clever and learns quickly, I am sure the Terrans would find her excellent at theirtechnology. She used the Terran word; there was no equivalent one in casta. I think Keitha, too, would be valuable, and such learning valuable to her; Marisela is already taking her along on maternity callsKeitha is a skillful midwife already, and with Terran training too, she could take Mariselas place here when Mari is away on Sisterhood business.

I have never understood the Sisterhood, complained Jaella.

The old Guild Mother smiled faintly. Nor do I; nor does anyone who is not sworn to them, Shaya. But they go far, far back into the history of the Renunciates; some say they were the original Renunciates. Be that as it mayI do not think Keitha is yet able enough to control herself around strange men. She sighed. We should be thinking which of our best women we wish to send for the Terran training, not only which ones are able to survive among them! It is one of the strengths of our training, that it makes us hard and inflexible, and yet that is a weakness too& no society which is not open to new things can grow and change as we need to do. Kindra used to say that we should learn from everything which came into our lives.

Magda said hesitantly, Perhaps we should simply describe what the Terrans want in House meeting, and ask which women would like to volunteerand perhaps let one of the Terran women come here so that thethe Guild Sisters can see that Terran women are not so different. Cholayna Ares, she thought, she would understand the Amazons and the Guild House, and the Renunciates would respect her strength and integrity. Yet Cholaynas brown skin might arouse their xenophobia. She told herself she was being silly; certainly these women could learn to respect a woman of a different ethnic group!

That might be arranged. I myself would like to meet with some of these Terran women, Margali. Among other things her smile was kind. I think it might help me understand you better. Sooner or later there must be meetings of this kind.

Jaelle said Perhapsperhaps you could come and visit the HQ, Mother? And perhaps she made the suggestion hesitantly invite some of them to dinner in the Guild House and let them speak in House meeting about what they offer, and what they ask?

Magda was glad the suggestion had come from Jaelle instead of herself; though she smiled at the thought of a regular Empire Recruiting agent here in the Guild House. Well, why not? There were women here capable of profiting by Terran education; she could, for instance, see Rafaella as a starship captain!

I will think about it, and that is all I can say at the moment, Mother Lauria said, though I would gladly visit there. And now I must send you both to bed.

Dismissed, Jaelk looked at her hesitantly. You dont mind, do you? She took it for granted that as your oath-mother I would prefer to stay in your room

All right by me, Magda said, remembering the many nights she and Jaelle had spent together on the trail. Alone in their room, Magda asked, And Peter, is he well?

Oh, yes, very well. Jaelle had lapsed into a brooding silence, which Magda was reluctant to disturb. She found Jaelle a nightgown; it was far too long, and Jaelle looked like a child dressed in her mothers clothes. She sat on the edge of the bed, saying, This reminds me of when I first came here. There were no children in the house, and Kindra could find nothing to fit me; I learned to sew by cutting everything down to my own size!

How old were you when you first came here, Jaelle?

Oh, eleven, thirteensomething like that, I dont remember much.

Where were you born? she asked.

Jaelle frowned and said curtly, Shainsa. Or so Im told; I dont remember a thing about it. Your Terrans have already been after me to allow them to hypnotize me with one of their machines and tell them every little thing I remember. But I dont want to rememberthats why I forgot it in the first place.

I dont even know where Shainsa is. Isnt it one of the Dry Towns?

Yes. In the desert beyond Carthon, said Jaelle, clipping off her words in distaste. I didnt have time to bathe before supper; I think Ill try and find a free tub.

She went off to the common bath, and Magda, chilly even in the long warm nightgown, crawled into bed under the extra blankets she had managed to cadge. Her feet felt like ice; she tucked them alternately behind her knees, wondering why no one on Darkover had ever invented a hot-water bottle. Maybe I could be a public benefactor and re-invent the warming pan, she thought fuzzily, wondered why Jaelle was taking so longhad she fallen asleep in the tub? She did not wake when Jaelle came back in the dark, crawling over her to the wall side of the bed, to lie there fighting sleep until the familiar night sounds of the House, and the familiar scent of the mattress stuffed with sweetgrass lulled her into the deepest sleep she had known since she went to the Terran Zone.

Magda dreamed. She was downstairs in the training hallor was it the great ballroom at Ardais where she had danced, at Midwinter? Lady Rohana was there too, but with her hair cut short like an Amazons; and Peter was there as well, but they had to cross the pass of Scaravel before the snows began, and he kept trying to urge her to leave the ballroom with him. But now Peter belonged to Jaelle and had no right to try to persuade her this way. Finally she went out with him on to the balcony, but the balcony had become the causeway leading to the bandit stronghold of Sain Scarp, and Rumal di Scarp was there, so she drew her knife and defended the steps of the house against him, her sword moving as if by its own volition, defending Peter from his attack, and she went on, and on, disregarding his surrendering gesture, even though she knew that she would disgrace herself as an Amazon; but she didnt stop, she went on slashing and striking until he lay dead at her feet in a pool of blood. The blowing snow in the pass turned to a stinging sandstorm, and beneath the shadow of a great rock she saw the pool of blood, crimsoning the desert in the light of the rising sun, and she was screaming, screaming

With a rush and a gasp, she woke, realizing that she was kneeling bolt upright in the bed, the covers flung on the floor, and it was Jaelle who was screaming& no, she was no longer sure there had been any screams at all, except in the dream whose fragments were even now fading to the shocking memory of blood on desert sand. The room was filled with pale light from the snow outside, reflecting the small green moon.

Damn dream, said Jaelle, gasping. Im sorry, chiya. Ive been having nightmareswant me to sleep on the floor?

Magda shook her head. I was having a nightmare tooits my fault as much as yours. I always have nightmares after the training sessions.

You too? I used to lie awake after session for hours because I was so afraid of the nightmares I got. What was yours?

Magda groped at vanishing fragments of nightmare. Sain Scarp. Fighting someone. A pool of bloodIm not sure, she said, though, with eidetic terror she could see Peters face at the center of the pool of blood.

I was dreaming aboutI think it was my mother, said Jaelle, off guard for a moment. Awake I cant even remember her faceI was so young when she died. But I have nightmares about her. I know she died in the desert, but thats all Ive ever been able to remember. Yet Magda could see the nightmare in her mind. Clear, the blood spreading on the sand, frozen horror that would not let her move. Deliberately, to break the paralysis, she leaned over and tugged the blankets.

Arent you too hot with all these? Jaelle asked.

Hot? God, no, Im freezing, Magda said, crawling gratefully under the blankets again. She wished for hot coffee or something like it. Lady Rohana was there too, only she was dressed like an Amazon, or there were Amazons there too, I dont remember& somebody was bleeding to deathno, its gone. Whats the matter, Jaelle?

Nothing, only Im cold after all, Jaelle said, her teeth chattering. Its so hot in Quarters, Ive gotten used to it. Here, lets try and keep each other warm. She pulled Magda close, and the other womans body warmth was like an anchor, welcome, somehow solidifying the wavering edges of the light.

Peter never had any patience with dreams, Magda said, finding the image floating in her mind without knowing why, He always said no one was interested in them but Psych and Medicif I just had to talk about my dreams, I ought to go down and find a psych-tech who would at least have a professional interest in them. Does he do that to you?

Jaelle shook her head. I didnt know the machines could give you nightmares, until he told me.

But a properly adjusted corticator shouldnt bother you so much, Magda said, concerned. You should make sure they have it properly adjusted to your alpha rhythms, of course. Who are you working with?

I cant remember all their names. There are so many

You ought to have an office to yourself, at least, Magda said. I spent years getting out of that madhouse down in the Coordinators office; you mean, after all the time I put in getting out of that mob scene, you let them put you back there? Jaelle, as a special resident expert in languages, you deserve a private officeyou have to fight for your privileges, especially being a woman, or theyll walk all over you!

Jaelle drew a deep breath of relief; so her loathing of the crowded office with the jammed, claustrophobic desks was not simply a sign of personal failure, as Peter often seemed to think; Magda hated it too.

Youre a special expert, not a routine clerk, Magda reminded her. Insist on whats due you. Theyll expect it and respect you for it. She thumped her pillow into a more comfortable position. One thing I really miss here is a clock with a luminous dial. I never know what time it is!

And that was one of the things Jaelle appreciated most; being free of the tyranny of the continual emphasis on time. She supposed it was one of the cultural differences that went deepest. She only said I dont think Id ever miss it, and snuggled under the quilt. Magda buried her face in the pillow, and Jaelle moved into the warmth of her body.

After a time they began to dream again. They were in some kind of tower, at the very top of a tower, and she and Magda were standing at opposite ends of a circle; somehow Magda seemed to look out from her own eyes and from Jaelles too, holding up, in their arms, a glittering rainbow-colored arch, like a glittering geodesic dome& the word geodesic came into Jaelles head, alien but she was not really curious about what it meant nor did she wonder from what odd experience Magda had become aware of its meaning. The dome was transparent but very strong, it would protect those below who were workingit was very important work but what they were doing neither of them could quite see, though Marisela seemed to be down there working, and there was a pleasant-looking man in his forties, wearing the green and gold of the Ridenow Domain, who looked up at Jaelle and suddenly met her eyes, and for a long minute they looked at one another, so that Jaelle knew that if she ever met this man in real life she would recognize him at once. He said softly, Are you here out of time, or astray in a dream, chiya? and she had no answer for him. And there was another Amazon there, her face round and snub-nosedJaelle had seen her somewhere but could not remember her name. Something was growing under their hands, and Magda felt very proud of what they were doing. Someone said in her hearing, Everyone of us here has had to outgrow at least one life, and Magda heard someone repeating a fragment of poetryshe knew it was very old:

He who lives more lives than one,

More deaths than one must die&

and she said fretfully, Its bad enough to have to die once, isnt it?

Oh, theres nothing to dying, Marisela said, Ive done it a few hundred times. Youll get used to it.

Magda seemed to be talking to a tall man with fair hair whose face Jaelle could not see. He reminded her a little of Alessandro Li but he wasnt, and he picked up Magda bodily and carried her across a sudden, blazing strip of fire& Jaelle felt the fire sear Magdas feet, and tried to run to her, but the dome was slipping through her fingers. And then she was in Peters arms, and he was holding her down, only it was not Peter, it was her cousin Kyril Ardais, and she heard herself say fretfully that she should have counted his fingers before going to bed with him. Only somehow it was not Kyril either, it was one of the bandits who had attacked them, and Magda was in Peters arms& no, Magda knew it was not rape, she knew she had gone willingly into Peters arms only now when she had left him she knew that in a very real sense he had been using her all that time, dominating her because he knew she was his superior in their shared work, and now Jaelle was going to have his child, but they were alone, trying to climb down the cliffside of a mountain, ice-steps hewed into the side of the mountain, and she was looking for Lady Rohana, because Jaelle was pregnant by one of the bandits and she was going to die in childbirth unless she could bring Lady Rohana to her in time. She was dying, she was bleeding to death on the sands of the desert, there was a blizzard with sand that cut like blowing snow in their faces, and Jaelle was lying on the sand bleeding, and yet as she twisted and screamed in childbirth, it was somehow Magdas child she was trying to bear, the child Magda should have borne Peter but she had left Jaelle to it&

And they woke again in each others arms, clutching each other tightly, the heavy blankets and quilts kicked off them. Magda pulled away, reaching for the blanket, but Jaelle held her.

Oh, the Gods be thanked, I am here safe, here with you, breda, she said, gasping, holding Magda tight, I was so frightened, so frightened and she pulled Magda down close to her. What were you dreaming this time? And she held Magda tightly and kissed her.

Magda felt the kiss and for a moment it blended into the magical way in which she had shared Jaelles thoughts in the dream. Then, shocked and shaking, she pulled away. What had this place done to her? She felt weak and drained and the early snow-reflected light at the window sent knives through her head. Jaelle looked up at her and the laughter died in concern. Its all right, Margali, she said in a whisper. Theres nothing to be afraid of, youre here with me, bredhya. She tried to pull Magda down again into the comfort of her arms. But Magda pulled free, stumbling, her dressing robe dragging on the floor behind her. The floor felt unsteady, bulging and rippling under her feet, and when she got into the bath and splashed her face with icy water it seemed to burn her skin without clearing her vision or cooling her fever.

Irmelin was there under the icy shower; the very sight made Magda shiver. She looked surprised to see Magda.

Awake so early? You are not on kitchen duty, are you? Or helping Rezi with the milking? She moved aside, and said, Im finished here, and picked up her towel. She stopped a moment, concerned, watching Magda clinging to the basin. Are you ill, Margali?

Magda thought, Yes, something is wrong with me, but she only shook her head.

There is blood on your nightgown, said the plump, smiling woman. If you take out the stain now with cold water, you will be doing a kindness to the women who are working in the laundry this moon.

Blood? Magda was still in a stupor of horror from the dream; she started to say, but Im not even pregnant. She caught herselfhow foolish! She bent to look; it was true. The heavy nightgown was spotted with blood.

Well, that explained part of the dream, anyhow; explicitly sexual dreams had always heralded the onset of her menstruation. The treatment she had been given in the Terran zone, to suppress the cycles of ovulation, must have worn off. She had not been expecting it. Peter had always laughed at the sexual dreams she had at that time, saying that if she had been equally passionate earlier in her cycle, he might have been able to make her pregnantshe cut the thought off, angry at herself for remembering. She went to the cupboard where supplies were kept, and Irmelin, watching her, said, You really do look unwell, Margali. If I were you I would ask Marisela for some of the herb medicines she keeps for such things, and then go back to bed and try to sleep.

She did not want to disturb Mariselas rest, but it was a temptation; to go back to bed, to huddle there and complain of sickness, to put it all aside. And the thing which made her feel sickest was that she wanted nothing more than to go back to Jaelle, let the woman comfort her, find the same kind of rapport she had had with Keitha after the fight, when Mariselas drug had worn down her defenses, and this time follow it as far as it would lead. But she could not face Jaelle, she could not face anyone with this thing, whatever it was; she was helpless, unprotected& she felt entangled, enmeshed in conflicting loyalties like spiderwebs. Her hands shook as she washed out her nightgown.

I am jealous of Jaelle. Not because she has Peter, but because Peter has her, now& he accused me of this once and I would not believe it.

She went back to the room, hurrying into her clothes. Jaelle sat up and watched her, troubled.

Oath-daughter, she said. What have I done? What are you worrying about? Did you think and she stopped, not able to follow Magdas troubled thoughts; the erratic laran she could never command had deserted her again, and she did not know what Magda was worrying about, she only knew the other woman was desperately troubled, and could not imagine why. Why would Magda not accept her comfort? Magda put on her shoes and clattered down the stairs, running; when Jaelle followed, some time later, Magda was neither at breakfast in the dining room, nor anywhere else in the house, and when she asked if anyone had seen her, Rafaella said, puzzled, that Margali had volunteered to help with the milking in the barn.

And suddenly Jaelle was angry. If she would rather do hard work in the barn than face me and have this out together, so be it. She sat down by Rafaella and dipped up a dish of porridge, flooding it with milk and shaking her head when Rafi passed her the honey jar.

Very well, she said. Lets talk about the business, for I should be back at the Headquarters by the third hour after sunrise.

CHAPTER THREE

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Jaelle was sure, now, that she was pregnant, though there was as yet no trace of the early-morning sickness. And that brought back a memory from the Guild House, years ago. It had been before Kindra died. Marisela had said, in one of the first midwives lectures Jaelle had been allowed to attend after her body had matured, that morning sickness was at least in part because the body and mind were in disagreement; one or the other, mind or body, rejecting the child when the other wished for it. And she would not have been surprised if this sickness had come in her confusion.

She had not yet told Peter. Part of her confused mind wondered if she was being spiteful. He wanted a son so very much. Did she take malicious pleasure in denying him the knowledge that would mean so much to him? No, she was sure it was not that.

In my heart what I want is for him to know without being told. To read it in my heart and mind as even Kyril, much as I despise him, would know. And this made her guilty again, that she so much wantedno, neededPeter to be what he was not. Yet she had rejected, with so much determination, her Comyn heritage. Rejected it again and again, the first time when, as a child, she had asked for fostering in the Amazon house rather than remaining with Rohana; Rohana had loved her mother and would have gladly fostered Meloras daughter. She had rejected it again, when at fifteen she had chosen to take the Oath rather than to honor the training of a Comyn daughter, to be trained in laran in a Tower, and then to marry a Comyn son as they decreed. They had not wanted her to renounce her heritage. She stood too near the head of the Aillard DomainJaelle was not sure how near, she had not wanted to know.

The Oath was specific; bear no child for any mans house or heritage, clan or inheritance, pride or posterity. As she had asked in the Guild House: how did she know whether she wanted a child for herself, or because Peter so much wanted it? And what of a womans heritage? Did she not wish to bear a daughter for the Guild House, or for her mothers inheritance?

And why should she think so much about it now? Since she was already pregnant, there was not very much she could do about it. She had deliberately neglected the contraceptive precautions that the Terran Medics had carefully explained to her. A child had chosen her, even if she had not really chosen the child.

Yet, when she walked that morning into Cholaynas office, it struck her that she would very much like to confide in Cholayna.

Yetconfide in a stranger, when she had not even told the father of her child? Was this only the habit of turning to another woman for comfort or validation? She remembered that she had sought reassurance, almost permission, of Magda, before she shared Peters bed, and had rationalized it by telling herself that she wished to be sure her friend would not feel jealous, because Peter had once been Magdas husband.

But Cholayna was her employer, not her friend or oath-sister!

Jaelle, Cholayna said, I am to talk this morning with one of the Renunciates, aGuild Mother? She hesitated, stumbling a little, on the title. Her name is Lauria nha Andreadid I pronounce that right? And I want you present as interpreter.

It will be my pleasure, Jaelle said formally, thinking that Mother Lauria had lost no time. But you speak the language so well I do not think you truly need an interpreter.

Cholayna said with her quick smile, I may pronounce the words properly, but I need someone to be sure I use all of them properly. Do you know what I mean by semantics? Not the meaning of the words, but the meaning of the meanings and the way different people use the same words to mean different things.

Jaelle repeated that she would be honored, and Cholayna started to speak into her communicator. Ask the Darkovan lady and stopped herself. No, wait. Jaelle, would you be kind enough to escort her into my office yourself? She is known to you.

Jaelle went to obey, thinking that Cholayna had an intuitive grasp of the right gesture, the personal touch, which would make her invaluable in dealing with Darkovans. Russell Montray did not have that intuitive sense. Yet Peter would have had it, or Magda, and she thought Monty would know, or be capable of learning it. And it was her personal responsibility to be sure that Alessandro Li learned it.

Mother Lauria was in the waiting room, her hands composedly clasped in her lap, her clear blue eyes moving around the room, studying every detail.

What a pleasant place to work, Jaelle, though I suppose the yellow lights must be a little difficult to tolerate at first. As they went into the inner office, she asked, Is it proper courtesy to bow to your employer, as we would do to one of our own, or to clasp her hand, as Camilla has told me the Terrans do in greeting?

Jaelle smiled, for Cholayna had asked her the same sort of question. For the moment, a bow will do, she said. She is well trained in our courtesy and knows that we do not offer our hand unless it is a sincere offer of friendship.

But as the two women bowed to one another, Jaelle suspected that beyond the courtesy there was, at once, a sincere liking for one another, tempered with mutual respect, as Cholayna welcomed Mother Lauria, urging her to a comfortable seat, offering her refreshment. Can I offer you fruit juice or coffee?

I would like to try your Terran coffee; I have smelled it in the Trade City, said Mother Lauria, and as Cholayna dialled her a cup from the refreshment console, sniffed the cup appreciatively. Thank you. An interesting mechanism; I would like to know how this arrived here. I still remember, when I was told that messages came over wires, looking up to watch for the papers to come swinging along the wire. It was not till much later that I realized that what traveled over the wire were electrical pulses. And yet the idea was logical to me at that time, though I know better now. She took a sip of the coffee, and Cholayna briefly explained the refreshment console, that the essence of the drink was kept in stock there and immediately mixed and reconstituted with hot or cold water as the computerized combination required.

Mother Lauria nodded, understanding. And the yellow lights, they are normal for your home star?

For the majority of the suns in the Empire, Cholayna qualified. It is rare for a sun to have as much red and orange light as the sun of your world, and many of the people who work here will not be here long enough to make it worth the trouble of adapting to a different light pattern. But if it is more comfortable for you, I can adjust the lights here to what you would consider normal. She touched a control, and the lights dimmed to a familiar reddish color. At Jaelles look of surprise, she smiled.

Its new; I had it done just the other day. It could have been installed all over the HQ if anyone had had the imagination to think of it. It occurred to me that if we are to have Darkovan women working in Medic, some compromise will have to be made between what is comfortable for natives to this planet, and career employees accustomed to a brighter sun. I, for instance, come from one of the more brilliant worlds, and I can hardly see in this light, so I must have a work area tasklighted for my own eyes. But this is restful when I am not reading. She added, I imagine that your eyesight is comparatively much better. On the contrary, I suppose you have less tolerance to ultravioletif you had sun reflecting off snow, for instance, you would need to be much more careful to guard against snowblindness.

I have heard women who travel in the Hellers say that this is a problem for them, Mother Lauria confirmed, and I am sure you know that one of the major items of Terran trade here is sunglasses.

While I can tolerate desert sunlight on my own world without any kind of eye protection, Cholayna said, smiling, and people from dimmer suns must safeguard themselves very carefully against sunburn or retinal burns; Magda told me that in her first week on Alpha she was nearly blinded. I have noticed that the normal lights in here are difficult for Jaelle to tolerate.

I did not think you had noticed, Jaelle confessed. I have tried not to show discomfort.

But that is foolish, Cholayna said. Your eyesight is valuable to us. There is no reason your quarters should not be wired for red lightPeter too was brought up on Darkover and would appreciate it, I am certain. It is only necessary to speak to the technicians. My own skin tones, too, are an adaptation by my people to a more brilliant sun, she added.

That, I should think, would be one of the difficulties our people would have should they take to traveling in space.

You are quite right, Cholayna confirmed, and if your women work among our medical technicians, we must make some kind of accommodation, for our lights, which are even brighter in Medic than up here, may make them uncomfortable or even damage their eyes. For instance, she added to Jaelle, I have noticed that whenever you have been in Medic, even though you have not complained, you seem to develop headaches.

It had not occurred to Jaelle before, but now she did realize it; that at least a part of her intense reluctance to go down to the Medic floors was an unconscious distaste for the more brilliant lights down there!

This is one of the reasons I came here, Mother Lauria confessed, I wished to see for myself the conditions under which our women, when they come to you for teaching, will be expected to work.

It would not be difficult at all to arrange a tour of the Medical facility for you, Cholayna said. I can ask one of the Medic aides to show you around the hospital, or it can be arranged for a day when the new trainees can come with you. We have a standard orientation program in the Empire for planetary natives being given training. There are so few Darkovan employees now that it has not yet been done, and I am afraid that Jaelle, and a few of our others, have simply had to handle the cultural changes as best they can. But of course once we begin to have a number of them, such a program will have to be implemented at once She stopped, glanced at Mother Lauria and then at Jaelle.

Jaelle said promptly, I do not quite understand orientation program myself, Cholayna, and I am sure Mother Lauria does not.

Cholayna explained, and Mother Lauria instantly comprehended.

It is like Training Session for newcomers to the Renunciates; even though they have not changed worlds, it is so different a life that they must be taught how to adapt, she said. I think it would be best, then, Cholayna Jaelle noticed that Mother Lauria used the Empire womans given name easily, which she herself had not yet learned to do if you came to visit us in the Guild House and spoke to our young women. Then you could arrange the tour and orientation procedures. And it might be possible to arrange a similar program, she added after a moment, for Terran, or Empire, women who, like Magda, are to be sent into the hills and back country of our world, so that they will know how to behave, and her eyes twinklednot run the risks Margali, Miss Lor-ran, had to undergo.

Cholayna chuckled too. That had occurred to me, of course. We would be very grateful to you, Lauria. It is not even a question of spying, but all of our women who work in such things as Mapping and Exploring occasionally have to take refuge, because of bad weather or something of the sort, in the outlands, and it is better if they know how to behave and do not outrage local opinions of how a lady should comport herself.

When Mother Lauria rose to go, they had arranged that in a tenday Cholayna should come to dine at the house, that Jaelle would accompany her, and that afterward she should talk with Marisela and the other women who had had some basic training in medical techniques. Later she would address the whole Guild House in House Meeting, and discuss the women to be given training. As Jaelle conducted her outside. Mother Lauria said, I like her, Jaelle. I had expected a woman from another world to be more alien.

I feared you would think her strange, and perhaps feel reserve or dislike, because she is so very alien, Jaelle said, and Mother Lauria shrugged.

The colors of her skin and hair? I have traveled in the Dry Towns, child; I know their coloring and the bleaching of their hair are an adaptation to the desert; it is not strange to me that a woman from a brighter sun should have a different skin color. Beneath that skin she is a woman like ourselves. A roan horse and a black can travel equally far in a days journey, and I am not fool enough to judge her by the way the skin of her foremothers has adapted to protect her against the sun of her childhood. I was impressed, too, by the practicality of her clothing, for an active woman who must work among men.

Jaelle looked down self-consciously at her close-fitting Terran uniform. That is strange, I still feel this clothing is not modest.

But you were born and reared in the Dry Towns, Mother Lauria said, smiling, and all your childhood you knew that a womans garb was to make it easier for a man to see and admire her body. Beneath the Amazon, you are still a woman of the desert, Jaelle, as we are all the daughters of our childhood. I was born in the Kilghard Hills, I knew that a womans clothing was to keep her from the free movement of a mans work. I admire your employers uniform, and what you are wearing, because they so admirably allow free movement, without false modesty. I am rebelling against one kind of restriction in womens clothing, and you against one that is quite other.

Jaelle bit her lip and was silent. This was so much like what Cholayna had once said to her that she was beginning to wonder if it was really true.

I thought I had forgotten everything from the Dry Towns.

Lauria shook her head.

Never. Not in your lifetime. You were almost a grown woman when you left there. You can choose not to remember, as no doubt you have done; but not to remember should be choice, not failure.

To return to the outdoors, they had to pass through the hallway outside the Communications office, the madhouse as Magda had called it. As they passed, Bethany came out and almost stumbled into Jaelle.

Oh, Jaelle! I was coming up to Intelligence to look for youyoure needed in Montrays office, the Coordinator, that is. Something about a Mapping and Exploring plane down in the Kilghard Hills, and field people in to talk to the M & E people up here; Piedros there too, and they want you right away.

I will go as soon as I have escorted Mother Lauria to the gates, Jaelle said in casta, which she knew Bethany spoke well, and introduced the woman to Margali. Mother Lauria greeted her kindly and added, I wished to add; we would welcome some of your associates when you come to visit the Guild House. It is not right that women should be separated by language and customs. That is the kind of difference that matters more to men.

Jaelle thanked her, but really she couldnt see Bethany in a Guild House, even as a visitor. She called over her shoulder to Bethany. Talk to Cholayna on the intercom; tell her Ill go right down to Mapping and Exploring.

Right, Bethany replied, and Jaelle, frowning, went down the escalators with Mother Lauria. The old woman, frowning, said, I can well see that ordinary women in ordinary skirts would be endangered on a device like this! Truly, your uniforms are more sensible. But, Shaya, my dear, if you are wanted you must go at once to your work; I am neither so old nor so crippled that I cannot find my way out, even from this labyrinth!

Jaelle gave the old woman an affectionate hug for goodbye. It is only that I am reluctant to say goodbye to youI miss all of you more than I thought I would, she confessed.

Then the remedy is simple, you must come back to us more often, Mother Lauria said. Jaelle stood at the foot of the stairs, watching the small, sturdy, determined woman walk away through the uniformed people on the base. She was so much herself, Jaelle thought, and here everyone seemed all alike, as if they had put on the same face with their uniforms. Yet, as she stood watching Mother Lauria, she felt, suddenly, a little dizzy at the realization&

Every one of the Terrans here on this base, space workers around the big ships out there, technicians down in Medic or up in Mapping or Communications, the port workers who looked like thronging ants from the view station high above the Port where Peter had taken her one day to watch one of the ships taking off, the men and women who repaired machines or kept track of traffic on computer monitor screens, the Spaceforce men who guarded the port gates or kept order in the big buildings, even those who supervised laundry or cleaning machines or cleaned tables in the cafeteriaevery one of these many people, more here on this small base than in the city of Thendara, every one of them was like Mother Lauria, a separate person with feelings and different ideas of his or her own, and perhaps if she knew and understood them as well as she knew Peter or Mother Lauria or Cholayna, she would understand that person and like or dislike him or her for what he was, not just as a Terranan. But of course, why have I never thought of this before? She stood without moving on the escalator until a uniformed Spaceforce woman in black leathers, hurrying down the escalator, pushed her gently aside as she ran.

Jaelle looked after her. She thought, she is a fighting woman, she would appreciate knowing about us, the Amazons, how do I seek her out and make friends with her? What kind of training would make a woman choose that life among the Terrans? She watched the leather-clad woman out of sight, and suddenly she knew that this woman was someone she would like, wished that she could follow her on her work& and at that moment it seemed that she heard an enormous babble of voices, disjoined fragments of thought, here, there, from the woman in leather, from the guard standing quiet at the gates, even though she could not see him it seemed that she looked through his eyes as he let Mother Lauria out of the gates, and at the same time she heard Piedro demanding to know where she was, she should hurry& he was up in the Coordinators office, pacing, and for the first time she saw Piedro through Russ Montrays eyes, envy for the younger mans freedom of movement, he had the work he wanted on the planet he wanted, and I am stuck here on this frozen lump of a world hanging over a desk& what the Coordinator wanted, she suddenly knew, was shining in her mind then, a glowing world of water and rainbows shining, and little shimmering gliders skimming over the water, and he saw his own son choosing a world where dressing like an animal in fur was real, and she looked down through strange eyes into the glare of a welding arc on some unimaginable part from the inside of one of the spaceships, and worked the arc with skilled fingers, knowing that the part was a Jeffrey coil and that metal fatigue would cause it to part in some strange stress& all this flared and blazed through her mind in a single instant, too much for any one to tolerate at once, and the stress from high in a Tower above the port where a womans hand hesitated over a communications device, bring the ship down now, or wait, no, half a second more, and someone scalding himself with a kettle of boiling soup up in the kitchen&

Then it all overloaded and Jaelle slid to the surface of the stair, collapsed and fell down half a dozen steps, jarring, unconscious, to the ground. Dimly she heard voices, concerned questions, someone pulling at her identification badge to see who she was, for the first time she understood through the eyes of the technician what the badges were for, and she saw someone hurrying down from Medic, and the immediate jangle of thoughts here, has she broken that wrist? She landed pretty hard&

No! No! Its too much!Jaelle tried to scream but her voice was only a whimper, her hands went up to cover her ears but it was not sound and there was no way to shut it out. Then she overloaded and as she slid down into welcome unconsciousness she wondered what a fetal position was and why it should surprise them.

Piedros face wavered above her as she opened her eyes. A Medic pulled him away. Just a minute. Mrs. Haldane, do you know where you are?

She blinked and decided she did. MedicSection Eight, right? Too late she realized that he had called her Mrs. Haldane and she had decided not to answer to that name.

Do you remember what happened?

She took a tiny mental peek at it, and decided she did not want to talk about itblazing stars, the battering of ten thousand thoughts, a Medic stitching up a torn eyelid, arclight flare, murder in an angry mindshe slammed the doors of her mind on panic and confusion. I think I must have fainted. I forgot to eat breakfast this morning.

That would explain it. the Medic said, Nothing much wrong, Haldane, if she wants to go back to work its all rightif she feels like it. If not, Ill write her a half-day clearance.

God, I was scared, Peter said, squeezing her hand, when Spaceforce called that theyd found you unconscious on the stairwayyou shouldnt go around skipping meals, love.

I was late, she evaded, and inside, irritation flared, It doesnt matter to him except that it made him late for that meeting with the Coordinator! He didnt even think about what every Darkovan man would be eager to know about his wife. And then she was confused, when he had made it clear that he cared about having a child she was angry and now when he seemed not to care she was angry again! She leaned on his shoulder, for a moment, but at the touch it came flooding back again and she straightened and drew away. He misinterpreted the gesture.

Still feeling faint, love? Wed better stop by the cafeteria and feed you. She demurredthey were already late in the Coordinators officebut he insisted on taking her down to the dining building and getting her a quick meal. She didnt want it, but thought, it serves me right for lying, and forced the stuff down, hoping it wouldnt come right up again. He had gone to great pains to fetch her things, from the limited lunch selection of synthetics, that he had seen her eat, and she was touched, but again she found herself carefully evading his fingertips, and after a moment she realized why.

Do I really think that if I touch him he will be able to read my mind? Where did I get that idea? Or is it that I do not want to know for certain that he cannot?

Still, it seemed his instinct had been right. The food seemed somehow to block the enormous overload of sensation and reduce it to manageable proportions. Had she been under less tension, she might have enjoyed the visit to the Coordinators office, high above the port with a vast view reaching from the Venza Mountains high above the city, and the Comyn Castle, at one edge of the sky, and at the other, a vast expanse stretching halfway to the plains of Valeron, dim and blue at the edge of an indistinguishable horizon. The Coordinator was there, with his son and Cholayna Ares and many people Jaelle did not know, admiring the view.

Alessandro Li was speaking of it as they came in: Grand view you have up here, Russ!

The Coordinator turned his back on it, shrugging. Not my type of scenery and the suns the wrong color, he said. Cant see worth a damn. I should imagine the natives would go blind. It was a moment before Jaelle realized that he had not said that aloud. Damn it, if she was going to be hearing both what people would say and what they did not say, it was going to be an uneasy conference! It also occurred to her that he had been here quite long enough for his eyes to be as well adapted to the light as Magdas or Piedros except that he had so carefully insulated himself from that light. She tried, as she found she could, to draw within herself and avoid the contact, and the effort turned her pale.

We might as well get down to business, Montray said, Some of our field men came in last night with a report of a downed plane out in the Kilghard Hills. I think theyve finally found Mattingly and Carr.

Remember, Im new here, Li said, Who are Mattingly and Carr?

It was Wade Montray, Monty, who answered.

Mapping and Exploring, he said. About three, four years ago. Plane went down in the Kilghard Hills somewhere in a freak storm, and although we sent our airsearch people, we never saw a sign of it; we imagined it must have been buried in the snow somewhere in the wild country. Now some of our field people have spotted it

I can show you exactly where, said one of the men, and unrolled a huge sheet of paper with markings on it which Jaelle did not understand, but his words told her it was intended for a map, a sort of aerial picture of the Kilghard Hillsor, rather, a symbolic representation of the Hills as they might look from high above. He pointed. We have to get back the downed plane before the locals start salvage work

Why would they do a thing like that? someone asked.

It was Peter who answered

This is a metal-poor planet, he said, the metal of the hull would make anyone who found it rich. Not that wed normally begrudge the salvage. But the planes instrumentationwe dont want them knowing what kind of surveillance weve been running on them.

Li asked They have no aircraft at all?

None to speak of. They do use gliders in the mountains, mostly as a recreational item, though I heard once that they were used for messages and fast relay in firefighting. As I said, we dont want them to know how closely weve been studying their countryside outside the Trade Zonetreaty restricts where we can and cant go, though they arent stupid and they must know we have some field people out. But I think we ought to hear whatever it was they said, Peter added, and the man from Mapping and Exploring nodded. Bring the people in.

Cholayna said, This is the sort of thing I am beginning to hope we can do openly with the new Darkovan employees. If their surveying techniques are primitive, they might find it useful, and good for trade relations as well.

Youd think so, the Coordinator grumbled, but they dont seem to have invented it in all the years theyve been here. If ever there was an example of a planet regressing to the primitive

Im not so sure, Cholayna dissented, but Alessandro Li said quietly, Lets hear the report first. We can argue about cultural acceptance later.

The men who came in were apparently ordinary Darkovans, but they spoke flawless Terran, and Jaelle, curious about who they might be, without any attempt to reach for the information, found the awareness she needed. They were all the sons of Terran spaceport personnel from the old days at Caer Donn, mostly by Darkovan women of the lowest class from the spaceport bars and wineshops; they had been given Terran education, then sent back into fieldwork from Intelligence. Cholayna was thinking that this was all wrong, but that nothing could be done as long as the families of Darkovan women were adamant in rejecting the children of such mixtures. With irritation Jaelle switched off the knowledge and tried to follow what was going on.

The men had snapshots, too, which were passed around, and when they came to Jaelle she said, I know this area. I have traveled near it and pointed to the peculiar configuration of one of the hills, like a falcons beak. It is not too far from Armidathe Great House of Alton, she added at a curious look from Cholayna. Rafaella and I have escorted caravans past there.

Do you know the people atwhat was it, Armida? asked Li, and she shook her head ruefully.

No indeed! I saw the old Dom Esteban, before he was lamed, once in the City, and once when I was a young girl I rode to Arilinn City and saw Lady Callista, who was Keeper there, riding out with a hawk. But know them? No indeed. They are the highest of Comyn nobility, folk of the Hastur-kind She chuckled. To them, a Renunciate would be among the lowest of the low!

Yet you do have relatives among them, Piedro said, Lady Rohana at Ardais was hospitable to all of us for your sake, Jaelle.

Lis eyes were sharp on her, but Jaelle only said, Oh, Rohana is a rare soulshe has no prejudice against Free Amazons and other low forms of life! Besides, my mother was her first cousin and I think they had been lovers when they were young girls in the Tower. Some of them are my kinfolk, but I assure you, she added, laughing, none of them would be proud to claim the relationship!

However that may be, Russ Montray said dryly, You do believe that you could find the place where this picture was taken, Mrs. Haldane?

She took the rough aerial photograph and studied it.

Unless a blizzard should cover it again, she said, which is not at all unlikely. But it is a difficult place to get into. I cannot imagine how a plane could have fallen so far. But then I do not understand how your planes stay up, so perhaps it is not surprising that I do not understand it when they do not. But we do not have to worry about finding it, she added, They will bring it to us.

Russ Montray scowled at her and asked, What did you say?

Russ Montray jerked his head toward her, in sharp disapproval. What was that you said? he demanded, and Jaelle felt again that fuzzy consternation, she had spoken out of a certainty that even now was ebbing away like the tides.

Montray said, his lips pressed together tightly in scorn, I dont know where you got your information, Mrs. Haldane, but the facts are, shortly after we received this news from our men in the field, we had a message from the he frowned, fumbled, Monty filled in for him quickly.

From one of the aides of the Regent, Lord Hastur, in the City. They also have located our plane and they have offered to retrieve the bodies of the men in return for a share of the salvage in the metal.

Jaelle pressed her hand against her head. This was absurd, she never got headaches! Well, she had never been pregnant before either; she supposed it was natural enough.

The Coordinator said, I think we should tell them, hands off! Its our ship and our metal and what the hell do these Darkovans think they are anyhow? Just another Terran colony like any other

I venture to remind you, Peter said softly, of the Bentigne Agreement, that a Lost Colony which established its own culture is not subject to automatic attachment by parent stock in the absence of cultural continuity. And in the case of Darkover there is less cultural continuity than in any other planet I studied in the Intelligence School.

Monty said, It seems a fair enough arrangement. Mounting a full-scale salvage operation into the Kilghard Hills would be expensiveeven if we could get permission to do it, which isnt by any means certain

Its our plane, his father insisted. We certainly have a right to recover it, and we dont want the natives mucking around with the machinerytheyd probably be dumb enough to melt it down for the metal!

The operation would belong to Intelligence, Cholayna said quietly, though certainly the Coordinators office has some interest in the matter. Whats the problem, Russ? Didnt you bother to get permission for the Mapping and Exploring Flights, and are you afraid youll have to answer for illegal surveillance outside the Trade Zone?

Typical Montray trick, Jaelle found herself picking up the thought, and realized her arm was linked with Peters and she was once again reading his thoughts. Certainly Russell Montray was incompetent, if even his own subordinates felt this way about him! Possibly the whole history of the Empire on Darkover has been bungled because some damned bureaucrat wanted to get rid of Russ Montray and pushed him out here. It was hard to believe that a civilization spanning the stars could have made a mistake as petty as thiswouldnt a stellar empire make mistakes only on the grand scale?

Whatever the case may be, Montray said, frowning, we have been summoned to speak with the Regent, and you, Mrs. Haldane, are familiar with their protocol; you are our choice for interpreter. Can you be ready to go in an hour? His chilly eyes rested on her, but it was over her head that he spoke to Cholayna Ares. Im trusting you to find the leak in Intelligence Services; Mrs. Haldane shouldnt have found out about it before I saw fit to release it. You ought to check your people, Ares.

Ill let you go in a few minutes to be ready for the trip into the City, Cholayna said. I wish I could go with you; perhaps some day Ill have a chance. Jaelle heard; some day when this planet isnt quite so xenophobic; visiting the Guild House will be a good start. But before you go, Jaelle, just how did you hear about the envoy from the Hasturs? I know I didnt leak it to youcouldnt, I didnt know it myself. Youre on good terms with SandroAleki, I mean. I wont let it get back to him, but was he talking when he shouldnt?

Jaelle shook her head. Peter didnt know either, she said. Thats the truth, Cholayna, I dont know where I picked it up. Somewheresomeone in that room knew and I must have read it in his mind and thought it was something everybody knew. I dont know how I did it&

Cholayna laid a light hand on her arm. I believe you, Jaelle. Ive heard something about the ESP thats common on this planet. The earliest reports spoke of it, then everything closed down. Ive suspected before this that you were psychic. Dont worry about Montray. Ill smooth him down. Jaelle read in the womans mind an uncomplimentary epithet she did not understand. Go and get ready for the trip, and be sure to dress warmly; its a beautiful day, but my own ESP, such as it is, tells me theres a storm coming up.

But she did not even glance toward the window, and Jaelle was sure she was not speaking of bad weather.

Jaelle was ready, even eager, for the trip into the City, but Peter spoilt her enthusiasm at once; he was furious when he saw she was wearing Darkovan clothing.

What are you trying to do to me, dammit?

She realized now she would never understand him. What has it to do with you? We are going over to my side of the wall this time! And you should know how our people she said our people deliberately, trying to remind him, react to Terran uniform; not even a prostitute would dress this way in Thendara. Why, Magda was intelligent enough to know that she stopped herself before she said something unforgivable.

He scowled at her and said, You are going as an employee of the Empire and of the HQ but he stopped there, jerked his head forward and said, sullenly, Lets go.

At least he knew he could no longer make arbitrary demands of her which she would obey without protest, simply out of a desire to please him. And she had yielded so far, she wore uniform around the HQ, understanding that in a sense it made her invisible, not singled out everywhere as that Darkovan woman Haldane married. But she would not wear it in her own city.

Outdoors the weather was so mild and pleasant that she felt even Peter must toss off his sullen mood; one of those wonderful days in early spring when, although snow is still only a cloud-flicker away, the soft air seemed to hold all the beauty of summer. It was a delight to walk the cobbled streets of the City, away from the sounds of machinery and the bland characterless music that was supposed to mask the sound and never did. Peter himself, and Li, and Monty, and even the Coordinator, whose intolerance of cold weather was a joke all over the HQ, had come out wearing light summer uniform. She slipped her arm through Peters, unable to endure a barrier between them on this lovely day.

Piedro! Would it really please you to have me dress as if I were a shameless woman? I know it is custom in the HQ, but would you really display me in this way before all the strangers in the street? Even if Cholayna visits the Guild House, I shall supply her with proper clothing!

He stopped then, and thought it over for a minute. Then he said quietly, Its not fair to you, and I know it. I shouldnt blame you. But especially right now, while Li is here examining the status of the colonytheyre saying I wrecked my career; I could have been the first Legate here. I dont see why it should make any difference, especially as you are adapting so well to life in the HQ, and theres really no question of conflict of interests. But I felt it might be better, just now, not tonot to ram it down their throats, that Id married across the wall.

He stopped, and Jaelle felt as if he had slapped her. But it was nothing she had done. He had married her knowing who and what she was, and what it might do to his career. Now if he was having second thoughts, she should not blame herself for them. She had never guessed at this kind of ambition which would be willing to build on a lie! She stared straight ahead, blinking back tears she would not shed. All her pleasure in the beauty of the day had gone. Now, in the afternoon sky, there was as yet no trace of the late-afternoon fog preceding nightly sleet or rain. Jaelles life often depended, traveling in the hills, on her ability to judge weather conditions for a whole caravan, and she felt a little uneasy prickle down her spine.

Theres a storm coming. Maybe Cholayna did mean weather after all.

The Terran escort left them at the formal outer gates of the Comyn Castle, where a very young cadet, unshaven fuzz downy on his cheek, very stiff in his shiny new uniform, informed them self-consciously that the Lord Hastur had sent an honor guard to escort the guests. Peter replied politely, in flawless casta, but Jaelle wondered if he knew what was perfectly clear to her, that the guard was not to do them honor but to keep these clumsy intruders out of places where they were not wanted.

They were guided into a room Jaelle had never seen before, but she guessed at once that it was the Regents presence chamber. She had never thought they would be allowed to see Prince Aran, not even to pay their respects; had supposed they would be fobbed off with some minor functionary, but it seemed that the Hastur would deal with them himself. So it was serious. Prince Aran Elhalyn, like all the princes of the Comyn, held purely ceremonial and ornamental functions; the real power of the Council lay in the hands of the Hasturs.

Guarded by two more of the youthful cadets in green and black uniform, some unidentifiable metal fragments were laid out on a polished table. The Terrans began to drift over to examine them, when one of the young cadets cleared his throat hesitantly, and Jaelle tugged urgently at Peters arm. He spoke in an undertone to Coordinator Montray, who turned as, between two more of the Guards, a slender, pale-haired man, not much over thirty, came into the room. He wore elegant blue and silver, the colors of the Hasturs, and his manner was quiet and unassuming; yet Jaelle could see how much in awe of him all the Guardsmen were.

He said, I am Danvan Hastur, and my father, the Regent, has been unexpectedly called away on family business; he sent me to make you welcome; please forgive him, it is not intended to slight you that I am sent in his place. He bowed to the strangers, and Peter translated this for the Terrans.

The Coordinator said, Haldane, say whatever is suitable about the honor he does us, and tell him as diplomatically as you can that the sooner we get down to business, the sooner he can get back to family matters or whatever they are.

Jaelle stood listening quietly while Peter translated in his perfect casta; the young Hastur listened with a bland smile, but Jaelle, nevertheless, had the feeling that he understood what Montray had really meant.

When the formalities had been concluded, Hastur gestured them toward the table. These are the bits of the fallen aircraft which contain identifying numbers or letters, which of course our people could not read. Everything else, I am assured, is only bare metal, and you must realize that these people, although they are very poor, are very honest; in returning these materials, they are renouncing what would to them be a fortune. It would be generous of you to reward them in some way.

Montray said, In our culture people dont expect rewards for common honestyno, dont translate that, he added with a wry face. Their sense of duty is probably different from ours. If I live here a thousand years, and it seems Im going to, Ill never understand a world where honesty isnt taken for granted as duty, and rewards kept for something unusual.

Aleki said cynically, Oh, come, Montray, you cant be that naive. Matter of relativity. Suppose somebody left a hill of diamonds lying around and told you to guard this heap of worthless rocks? Thats the whole history of Terran civilization taking valuable things that the natives never thought were valuable, and trading them for worthless junk. How do you think we got the plutonium on Alpha?

It was worthless to them, with their current level of civilizationor lack of it, argued Montray, but we can talk ethics some other time, if you dont mind. Right now, tell him we appreciate the courtesy, and make a note to send the farmers or whoever found this stuff, some kind of reward.

Jaelle, remembering a conversation at Ardais, volunteered quietly, A few good metal toolsspades, hammers, axes would be the most welcome reward possible.

Thank you, Jaelle. Make a note of that, Monty, Aleki said, and Haldane, start getting the data on those fragments before theyre moved.

Peter went with Jaelle to read off the numbers and record them on his pocket scriber.

Flight recorder, tapes intact, Peter said. We can find out why the plane crashed, though I suppose, in the Kilghard Hills, bad weather and crosswinds are as far as we have to look. He sorted through the neatly packaged fragments. Only three ident disks? Mattingly. Reiber. Stanforth. There is a Carr listed in the records. His disk must still be out there in the wreck. How many bodies did they find?

Jaelle translated the question, and Danvan Hastur shook his head. I fear I have no idea. You must question the men, who said they are willing to guide you to the wreckage. But they told me that they buried the bodies decently. The plane was, you understand, at the very bottom of a nearly inaccessible ravine; they felt that transporting the men out would have been unnecessary labor, since nothing could now be done for them.

Jaelle paused with a piece of metal in her hand, a picture suddenly clear in her mind, a plane crashed on a high ledge, perched there precariously for moments, then when a single figure made its way outside, the sudden precipitous crash into the irrecoverable depths& she clutched at the edge of the table, dizzied, wondering at the vertigo which had suddenly overcome her.

One of the men survived the crash? she blurted. What happened to him?

Hasturs pale eyes met hers and Jaelle realized she had spoken in her own language. How did you know there was a survivor, mestra? Have you laran?

She blundered, I held thisand I saw him, plunging out of the plane, on to the ledge, when it fell

Peter turned to look at her, startled, and she realized she had drawn all eyes to herself. Hastur ignored the other Terrans. It is true there was a survivor of the crash; he is living at Armida. I have a message from the Lord Damon, Regent of Armida for the Lord Valdir, who is still legally a child, that the man Carr is in his employ. He was asked if he wished to send a message to his kin, and declined, saying he had no living relatives and the Terrans had no doubt presumed him dead for many years.

That cant be allowed, said Coordinator Montray when this was translated to him, he must return and regularize his status.

Monty said under his breath to his father, No, sir, that was what that business was all about last year. Private contracts between Terran citizens and Darkovan employers are legitimate, if we want to be able to hold contracted Darkovans to their terms of employment. He asked Lord Hastur, Tell me only this, sir, who is the patron of the man Carr?

The Lord Damon Ridenow himself, said Hastur, and Montys eyebrows went up. That settles that, father. The rule says that if a Darkovan of substance makes himself personally responsible for the Terran employee, its legal, and theres nothing we can do about it. Lord Domenic out at Aldaran asked for a dozen Terran experts in aircraft designhe wants to try and get helicopters or some form of VTOL aircraft working out there. Lorill Hastur has half a dozen hydroponics experts working with solar technology out on the Plains of Arilinn. If Lord Armida wants to keep this Carr working for him, all we can do is put it into records that hes alive and well somewhere in the Domains, and leave it at that.

They ended the session by bundling up the logged thirty pounds or so of assorted debris to be returned to the city for study. Lord Hastur stated, I am willing to mount a salvage operation, complete with guides to take you there, when weather permits. But I think we must meet soon and discuss the rules under which your overflights for Mapping and Exploring are permitted.

The Coordinator said, With respect, sir, we do not accept your jurisdiction over our flights. You are making no use of your airspace whatever and there is no traffic problem. We intend to continue all necessary mapping flights, and, while we are grateful for your cooperation, it should be abundantly clear that we ask this cooperation as a favor, we do not admit that we are required to do so. Our position is unchanged; Darkover is an Empire colony and while we will not interfere with the self-determination of your people, we do not admit that these overflights come under your jurisdiction to protest.

Hasturs face went pale with anger About that, sir, you must speak with my father, with Prince Aran and with the Comyn Council; you are invited to appear before us at Midsummer, if you wish, and present your case. And now, I fear, duty calls me elsewhere. May I offer you help in having these things transported to the Terran Zone? And it would be welcome if you would speak with the people who brought these things and make arrangements to sell them the metal for adequate compensation or to have it transported. He arose and departed, followed by his escort, and the Terrans were left alone.

Cool customer, said Aleki, Id give a lot to know why everybody is so damned deferential to these ComynJaelle, he added, arent you related to some of them?

Only distantly, she lied, eager to get away from them and suddenly unwilling to remain there any longer.

What about that damned metal? Its no good to us, but we dont want to disturb the local economy by leaving it out there to start what amounts to a gold rush, either. Weve got the important part here Li gestured to the identification disks, flight recording box, the fragments which identified the particular aircraft. Should we waive the rest of it out there? Haldane, Monty, you know local conditions; what do you recommend?

Peter said, The Regent of Alton has the reputation for being a reasonable and honorable man. Granted, Ive never met him personally, but he has that reputation. I suggest we send someone to discuss it with him; after all, its on his land.

Good idea, the Coordinator said, and at the same time we can find out about this man Carr. What the hell, if he wants to take some job over the wall, nobodys stopping him, and after all, he didnt come in to collect his severance pay! He laughed uproariously, and Jaelle could not help but see the grimace of the other Terrans behind his back. Did anyone take this man seriously?

But weve got to make sure, the Coordinator went on, that theyre not holding this man Carr out there to squeeze out everything they want to know about the Terrans. Brainwash him. We might wind up having to send someone out to rescue him!

Peter said in his dryest tone, Somehow I cannot imagine the Regent of Alton would be guilty of anything so dishonorable.

Look here, whose side are you on anyhow? demanded Montray. You always take all these native bastards right at face value and if theyre as simple as all that, how come theyre not doing what all the other natives on uncivilized planets do when the Empire lands on their worldcoming up and begging for a piece of the action? Somethings going on out there that we dont know about and Ive got a gut feeling that those bastards you call Comyn have something to do with it!

Monty said, and his tone would have frozen liquid hydrogen However that may be, sir, I suggest you keep your voice down. We are, after all, in their territory and if there is anyone here who speaks even a little Terran standard, you have just insulted their highest nobility. We can discuss what Haldane is to do when we are safely behind the walls of the HQ again.

Jaelle said in a tone almost as stiff as Montys, If you question your safety, I venture to remind you that the word of a Hastur is proverbial, and Lord Danvan has assured us of our safety. Nevertheless, I suggest that we should be gone from here before we give him cause to regret his courtesy!

Lets load up that stuff, then, Li commanded. We can give it to Spaceforce when we get down to the gates; until then, Monty, Haldane, youre able-bodied, can you divide it up between you? Careful with that recorder box, Ill take that, he added, and tucked it into a uniform pocket. Ill turn it over to Flight Operations personally, though I dont suppose it will tell us anything except bad weather. All right, lets get going.

One of the cadets remaining cleared his throat self-consciously and said to Jaelle, Mestra, will you kindly inform the Terranan captain, or officerI dont know his proper designation, acquit me of deliberate failure in courtesythat the Lord Hastur has required us to give any assistance desired in transporting your property through the gates and to the City. They need not burden themselves like animals; we are here to assist them.

Jaelle relayed the information; the Coordinator said, Ill bet theyd like to get their hands on it, wouldnt they? but quickly, before that could sink in, Peter said, Thank you, friends, to the cadets in the most courteous inflection, then added, Monty, let him take it, Li, hand him the Flight box; it will come to no harm, and when someone of Lord Danvans rank offers a courtesy it should be accepted gracefully.

Who the hell do you think you are, Haldane? growled the Coordinator, but Aleki said under his breath, Hes the resident expert on protocol, sir, he has the right to override you on matters of this kind; dammit, dont make an issue of it!

Russell Montray sullenly gave up the Recorder box to the leader of the cadets, and they went out toward the gates.

As they passed through the corridor outside the Presence Chamber, Peter said in a low voice, Against the wall, everybody. Someones coming through and by their look I would say they were high placed in the Comyn. Let them pass and for Gods sake act respectful!

Jaelle could almost hear the Coordinators snarl that they were Terrans and they didnt bow down to feudal lords from any damned pre-space culture, but he did not speak aloud and they moved against the wall in varying attitudes of courtesy, grudged or real. The man in the lead was somewhat like the young Hastur-lord who had spoken with them, though his hair was gray through the silvery blond, and the others were crowded behind him. Then there was a cry of recognition.

Jaelle! My dear child! And in a moment Jaelle was in Lady Rohanas arms.

Lady Rohana Ardais seemed to have shrunk; she was smaller, more frail. There was more gray in her dark-red hair than Jaelle remembered

My dear, I looked for you in the Guild House, but I did not find you there, and the Guild Mother was not there to tell me where you could be found! Blessed be Avarra who guided me to this meeting, child!

Lorill Hastur took Jaelle briefly into a kinsmans embrace. She was surprised by that, as if it had happened to someone else. Surely he could see that she was a Renunciate, that she had among other things renounced what status she might ever have had in Comyn.

I met you once as a child, he said, and touched the feathery edges of her short hair, It is almost all I remember about you; how lovely your hair was, and what a pity that the Renunciates should sacrifice it.

She dropped him a confused curtsy and for the first time in her life the dress of a Renunciate seemed awkward.

But who are all these people, my child, and how is it that you come among them?

Danvan Hastur, behind his father, said quietly, They are the Terran embassies who have come to speak about the downed aircraft on Armida lands, sir.

Jaelle pushed Peter forward and said shyly, This man, Lord Hastur, is my freemate. He was born in Caer Donn and has lived among Darkovans most of his life.

Rohana spoke of him, said Lorill Hastur, and I remember that he was among those who helped to formulate the concept of making medical technology available to our people through the employment of Renunciates in the Trade City. He nodded courteously to Peter. Rohana, if you would like to speak with your foster daughter, I can spare you for a time from our counsels, and passed on.

Do stay and talk with me, Rohana said, clinging to Jaelles arm, There are so many things we have to say.

Jaelle looked hesitatingly at Peter. He said, Its very kind of you, Lady Rohana, but my duties

Stay if you want to, Montray said, but as the great door swung open before them, wind lashed through the room, and he shrank back. Jaelle realized that she should have expected this why had she not been sensitive to the very unseasonable weather? This was the sudden late-spring blizzard that could sweep across from the pass unseen until it struck full force, blanketing the city in white-out within minutes and without warning. Once Jaelle had been caught out in it at Midsummer-Festival itself. Zandrus kiss, she said aloud, then explained to Montray, hesitating. I fear we must seek hospitality herewe cannot go out in this. My Lord Hastur

He turned back to her and nodded. He said to one of the waiting cadets, Conduct the Terran dignitaries to guest quarters, if you will, and Monty thanked him with flawless courtesy. Russell Montray had the good sense to keep quiet.

And you, Jaelle, and your freemate, Rohana said, you will of course be my guests tonight. She smiled gaily. I did not know that the weather would be so favorable for my wishes!

But as the Terrans were conducted away to guest suites, Peter watched uneasily; and when he and Jaelle were together in the luxurious guest rooms in the Ardais part of Cornyn Castle, he said restlessly, I dont feel right about this, Jaelle. I dont think Montray knows enough of Darkovan protocol, and I should be there with him

Monty will get along all right, said Jaelle, and Ive been working every day with Aleki; if he doesnt know enough to keep the old man out of trouble, hes not as good as I think he is.

Thats the point, Peter almost snarled. You really dont understand all this, do you? You never have. I need to be there, Jaellenot tucked away somewhere in the lap of luxury while somebody else reaps the reward. I want old Montrays job, its just as simple as that, and if Im not there, this newcomer, this Sandro Li, is going to step in and take over by being on the spot, and where am I? Out in the cold, good for a field agent, but never considered for top administration!

Jaelle was, for a moment, speechless with shock. The idea that anyone would actually scheme for one of the tiresome administrative jobs, the kind of thing forced upon the Comyn by birth and the inescapable inherited requirements of nobility, struck her with such shock that for a moment Peter seemed a stranger to her.

Then of course you must go at once, she said when she could speak at all. We cannot let you be passed over in your ambition. She used the stinging derogatory inflection as one would speak of a toady office-seeker, sniffing around for bribes and preferment, but he seemed not to understand that she had insulted him, and Jaelle stood wondering why she had ever been able to endure his presence at all. He was not the man she had loved at Ardais, he was not anyone. He was a dirty little manipulating office-seeker, caring only for preferment and his work, why had she never seen it before?

I knew youd understand. After all, its to your benefit too, if I make good at this job, Peter said, smilingof course, he is content now that he has his own wayand dropped a quick kiss on her forehead before she could bend to escape it. She stood silent in the middle of the big room, not even taking off her outer garments, tears stinging her eyes. She had made so many excuses not to see him for what he was. And now she was trapped, she was bearing his child.

Meloramy mothermust have felt like this in the Dry Towns. She must always have believed that somewhere there was rescue, and that her kindred would ransom her. And then she knew I was to be born and that no matter what should happen, rescue or no, the world would never be the same.

I am bound for my term of employment, and when Peter knows about the child he will never let me go.

& bear children only in my own time and season, at my own will and never for any mans place or pride, clan or heritage& the words of the oath rang in her mind, and she knew she was forsworn. She had known it in the Amazon Guild House that night when they spoke of children, and now there was no escaping the knowledge; she had been blind to it then, but now it was clear to her&

The servant at the doorway had stood unmoving, but now she came and gently took Jaelles cloak from her, laying it aside, and asked in a soft deferential way if she could bring the lady any refreshment. Jaelle had spent so many years, first in the Guild House where no woman was servant to another, and then among the Terrans where service was not personal at all, that she felt awkward as the woman took her cloak. She murmured thanks and declined refreshment, wanting only to be alone, to come to terms with the new and unwelcome knowledge thrust on her.

But the woman persisted: If you are sufficiently refreshed, the Lady Rohana wishes you to attend her in her private sitting-room.

That was the last thing Jaelle wanted. But she had come to Comyn Castle of her free will and now she was, like any other woman of the Domains, subject to Comyn. Rohana was her kinswoman; more, she was a patron and benefactor of the Guild House and there was absolutely no way to refuse her polite request. She could have stalled, said she was too tired for speech, delayed by asking for food or drink which Rohana would have been bound by hospitality to give her. But why did she not want to talk with Rohana, who had never showed her anything but the greatest kindness?

In the little sitting-room, which was the identical twin of the room at Ardais where Rohana went over her estate accounts with her steward, and saw Dom Gabriels clients and petitioners, Rohana was waiting for her.

Come here, my dear child, she said, and from habit Jaelle started to take her place on the little footstool at Rohanas knee; then realized what she was doing and withdrew, taking an upright chair across the room from her kinswoman. Rohana saw what she was doing, and sighed.

I sought you at the Guild House, she said, but the Elder in charge could tell me only that you were working among the Terrans, and I did not know how to look for you there. I came to Thendara at least partly for your sake, Jaelle, on Comyn business

Jaelle heard her own voice sounding as harsh as a strangers.

I have no business with the Comyn. I renounced all that when I took oath, Rohana.

Rohana held up her hand. She said, as if Jaelle were a disruptive adolescent still fourteen years old, You have not heard what I came to say. You are interrupting me, chiya. The reproof was given gently, but it was a reproof, and Jaelle colored, remembering that by her own choice, she was not Rohanas equal in the Comyn, but a subject and a citizen and very much Rohanas inferior. She murmured a ritual formula.

Your pardon, Lady.

Oh, Jaelle Rohana began, then composed herself again.

I do not suppose, behind the walls of the Terran spaceport, that you have heard. Dom Gabriel is dead, Jaelle.

Now Jaelle saw what she had not seen, the dark dress of mourning, the swollen eyes, still red-rimmed with weeping. She mourns him, though she was given to him unwilling, and he used her ill for most of his wretched life. She had not loved the dead man; yet she remembered jesting with Magda at Midwinter-Festival.

Oh, anything belonging to Rohana he will treat with courtesy& puppies, poor relations, even Free Amazons. He had never been knowingly unkind to her. Oh, Rohana, I am truly sorry!

It is better so, Rohana said calmly, he had been ill for many moons; he would have hated to be disabled or helpless. A tenday ago he fell in a fit, and none of the medicines we had could restore him; he had thirty seizures between midnight and dawn, and Lady Alida said that if he woke again he would probably never know me again, nor the children, nor who he was nor where. I was, in a dreadful way, relieved when his heart failed. She closed her eyes for a moment and Jaelle saw her swallow, but she said calmly, The Dark Lady indeed showed mercy.

This was so true that Jaelle had nothing to say except, I am truly sorry for your grief, Rohana. He was always kind to me in his own way. Then she recalled that Rohanas oldest son was five-and-twenty; while Gabriel lived, Rohana had been Regent for her ailing husband, but now she was subject to her own son, who would succeed his father. And now Kyril is Lord of Ardais.

He feels himself quite ready to be Lord of the Domain, said Rohana. I wish this had come when he was olderor else when he was much younger and still willing to be ruled by me.

Jaelle could honestly mourn for Dom Gabriel, at least a little; but she had never had anything but dislike and contempt for her cousin Kyril and Rohana knew it. I rejoice I am not born an Ardais and therefore at his command.

As do I, Rohana said wryly. His first act as Warden was to arrange a marriage between his sister Lori and Valdir, Lord Armida. Valdir is not yet fifteen, nor Lori either, but that did not stop Kyril; he wanted that Alton alliance. He has never forgiven me that I did not interfere a few years ago, when Lady Callista of Arilinn left the Arilinn Tower, to get her for his wife. I had hoped Lori would marry your brother Valentine, Jaellemy daughter to marry back into the Domain of my birth. But of course your father and Valentines was a Dry-Town man, and so Kyril has already forbidden the marriagehe is now Valentines guardian.

Jaelle had seen her brother Valentine fewer than a dozen times in her life; he had been born when her mother died and she had not wanted to remember. Dom Gabriel would never have been unkind to a child, but Kyril had detested his young cousins; Jaelle had escaped to the Guild House, but for Valentine there had been no escape till his tenth year, when he was sent to Nevarsin monastery.

Valentine and Valdir are bredin, when Valdir marries, Valentine will go with him as his paxman, and no doubt Valdir will find him a good marriage somewhere, Rohana said. You need not fear for him.

I hardly know him, said Jaelle, but I am glad he will be out of reach of Kyrils malice. But Lori, how does she feel about making a marriage with a kinsman she hardly knows?

Oh, she thinks him charming, said Rohana, All the Altons are brilliant, and I think Valdir likely to be one of the best of them. You do know that the last Heir, young Domenic, was killed in Thendara, in a swordplay-accident, a few years ago, and the Domain is under a Regent, Lord Damon Ridenow, who married Domenics sister Ellemir. But Valdir will be fifteen this summer, and assume his place as Warden of the Domain

I know, Jaelle said, and felt a curious prickle in her mind which dismayed and annoyed her. Why had the affairs of the Altons been brought to her mind just now? The downed plane on Alton lands. Peter, saying that the Regent of Alton was an honorable man. Somehow it made her think of the curious dream she had shared with Magda; there had been someone in Ridenow colors, green and gold& what had the affairs of the Comyn to do with her?

Rohana sat up straight and Jaelle could see that she was angry. Had Rohana read her mind? She did not know that she was virtually broadcasting her annoyance and displeasure, and that Rohana, whose laran was fully trained and under control, was as annoyed by her undisciplined mind as Jaelle would have been angered by one of the young girls making a noisy disturbance in the Guild House when the House was supposed to be quiet.

I am sorry the affairs of the Comyn are so tiresome to you, she said dryly, but you must bear with me while I rehearse them to you, since you are, after all, deeply involved in them

When I took the Oath of the Renunciates

When you were permitted to take that Oath because of my intercession, Rohana reminded her coldly, You were allowed to take the Oath, and renounce your place in the succession of the Aillard Domain through your mother, Melora, only because I certified to themnot quite truthfully, I now fear, though I did not know it thenthat you had no usable or accessible laran. But though you can renounce your own heritage, you cannot renounce it for your unborn daughter.

I have no daughter, born or unborn Jaelle began, but Rohana met her eyes.

You still lie to yourself, Jaelle? Or will you have the insolence to lie to me, and deny that you are carrying a daughter by your Terran lover?

Jaelle opened her mouth; and closed it again, knowing that she had nothing to say. She had known, and barricaded her mind from the knowledge. Rohana went on, quietly.

When I was born, there were many daughters in the Aillard succession. That was more years ago than I like to remember, and time has not been kind to our Domain. My mother, Lady Liane, married a man who took her name and rank, rather than she taking his. The Aillard, alone among the Comyn, traced descent through the female line, mother to eldest daughter. My mother had two younger sisters; her youngest was your mothers mother, Jaelle. Melora and I were cousins and bredini; we were fostered together in Dalereuth Tower. I left there to marry Gabriel; Melora was kidnapped by Dry-Town bandits and bore Jalak of Shainsa two children. You and your brother Valentine.

Jaelle said, her mouth suddenly dry, Why do you tell me what I have always known?

Because my eldest sister, Sabrina, had no daughters, but only sons. My sister Marelie married into the Elhalyn Domain and for better or for worse, her sons and daughters belong to that Domain and are not Aillards. I wished Gabriel to renounce his father-right in Lori, but he would not, and in later years he was too ill for me to persuade him; so that Lori was reared, not for the Heirship of a Domain, but for marriage. But you have not married, Jaelle; you are still an Aillard; in fact, you have taken vows which mean that any daughter you bear is yours, not your husbands. Your daughter, Jaelle, will be Heir to Aillard, whether you like it or not. And she will inherit the powers of the Domain.

No! I will not allow it

You cannot stop it, Rohana said, Such is the law. We have been watching you since Melora died. Obviously, Sabrina was not pleased to see Melora replace her

Especially since the father of Meloras child was a Dry-Town bandit, Jaelle said dryly.

Nevertheless, Sabrina is now past childbearing; so she cannot bear a daughter. Melora had an older sister

Did she have children for the Domain?

We thought that she would do so, said Rohana, She bore a nedestro daughter to Lorill Hastur; festival-gotten, so we had her married off for convenience to a small-holder. That girl would now beGod help us, how the years pass!she would be past forty. I saw her once when she was young; she was very beautiful, and she was destined for a Tower.

Why can she not be Heir to the Domain? Or are the Hasturs jealous of their daughters?

Rohana shook her head. Before she was fifteen, she was stolen by bandits; she was ransomed, but she ran away again perhaps she had a lover among themand we never heard anything else of her. Though Leonie of Arilinn told us not to look for hereither she was dead or something had happened to her which meant she could never return to her people. I am sure she is dead now. So the succession passes to you, Jaelle, for better or for worse; and if not to you, to your daughter. This is why I brought you here; to tell you this.

Jaelle realized that, without knowing it, she had crossed her hands over her belly, as if to protect the child within, the child she had never thought of except as a tie to bind her to marriage and to Peter. But this was worse than child to a Terran, if she must bear a child to Comyn, to be servant and master alike. Comyn. She would not. She was sworn to bear no child for place or position, house or heritage

And as Regent for your unborn child, who is Heir to Aillard, you must take a seat on the council, Rohana said, although Lady Sabrina is still Regent by name. Unless you wish to make Sabrina your daughters Guardian, she added icily. Then you may continue to pursue your own wishes as a Renunciate and neglect your duty. But you must give birth to your daughter and place her properly in the hands of Comyn, to be brought up as her birthright dictates.

She is half Terran, said Jaelle rebelliously.

You still do not understand, do you, Jaelle? Rohana said. This is not the first time that the female line of the Aillard has died out; but it must not do so again. We have been unfortunate now for three generations. Your duty to the Comyn

Dont talk to me about my duty to the Comyn, Jaelle said, stifled. In all the years of my life what have they ever done for me?

I do not ask for you, Rohana said coldly. You renounced that life before you were old enough to know what it means. Life demands of everyone that they make promises before they are old enough to abide by them; honor is abiding by these pledges even when it becomes difficult.

Jaelle had been thinking something like this& had she forsworn her oath to the Renunciates when it became difficult?& and she lowered her eyes. Rohana said again, more gently, You made your own choice. But you cannot make that choice for your daughter. I know enough of the Renunciates to know that even a Guild Mother cannot make that choice for her daughter, even if the girl was born under the Guild-House roof. Your daughter must be reared knowing her duty to Comyn, that she is Heir to Aillard, and you must know what it is that is demanded of her. I ask you, Jaelle, to take a seat in Council this summer, when Kyril is installed as Warden of Ardais and when your daughter is chosen for Aillard.

What is the alternative? asked Jaelle.

I hope you will not force us to think of alternatives, Jaelle. Only if the child dies, or you die in childbirth, would that be a viable option.

I am not a slave and I do not want my daughter enslaved. I want to live for myself, not for that arrogant caste which rejected my mother and abandoned her to slavery, then rejected me because I was my fathers daughter as well as my mothers. She said aloud, The Comyn would have none of me because of my Dry-Town blood. Now you say they will overlook it in my daughter, and her Terran blood as well?

At that time, said Rohana quietly, they had a choice. There were other heirs to Aillard. Since that time there have been deaths. Death gives a woman no choice, either, and she is a harder task-mistress than the Comyn. Necessity does not consult convenience, Jaelle.

And the dead women, Jaelle thought, had been Rohanas kinswomen.

Blood, spreading on sand, dark shadows of the waterhole, pain splitting her forehead& somehow she managed to force the picture out of consciousness again. Rohana watched her narrowly but said nothing, and Jaelle was grateful. Somehow she feared that Rohana must look right into her mind, see her dawning laran, reach out to take her from her refuge among the Renunciates& no refuge. I have abandoned them too, Where does duty send me? Duty to whom? To Comyn, to the Terrans my employers, to Peter my freemate, to my sisters in the Guild House? There is no escape from conflicting oaths& no more than from birth or death&

She said, Kindra used to tell me, nothing is inevitable but death and next winters snow. There must be another answer even for this.

Ah, Jaelle, said Rohana, gently, leaning forward to stroke the younger womans soft hair, Life is not as simple as that. I do not demand any choice from you now. I did not ask you here to bully you. Go away and think about it, darling. Ask Peter what he thinksshe is his daughter too, and whatever the Renunciates may think about it, he has some rights over his child. You need not decide now. Even when the child is born, I only ask that you should not close too many doors too soon. Leave her a choice, too. Your mother risked, and lost her life, so that you might have a choice, so that you would not grow up in chains. That, I suppose, made me soft with you, so that I did not insist on bringing you up strictly by the laws of a Comyn daughter; Melora was given no choice, I was given no choice&

Jaelle looked sharply at Rohana, but then realized that Rohana had not spoken of herself, she had said aloud only, Melora was given no choice. She repeated it now, Melora was given no choice, and she had died to give you choice, so I would not force anything upon you. You have had many years of freedom; is it not time, now, to do something for someone besides yourself?

Maybe she is right, maybe she is right& maybe I owe something to those who came before me, those who will come after me& Rafaella tried to choose for Doria, and it is not working, Doria has had to be sent away&

She bowed her head and said I will think about it. But surely you did not travel this long road from Ardais only to argue with me about the destiny of my daughter&

Rohana seized on this so eagerly that Jaelle knew Rohana, too, must have been troubled by their quarrel. Not only for that, of course, she said, but to bury Gabriel, and to hear Kyril installed as Warden for the Domain& There will be a special session of Council called; the Hasturs are already traveling here from Carcosa, and Prince Aran with his wife and daughter. Word has been sent through the Domainsbut I do not suppose all this is of the slightest interest to you, child. Go and rest; you will need your sleep. I will ask them to send you some supper, something light, and you can rest well and in the morning go home, or stay here and talk with me again, just as you choose. I will send you more precise details about when the Council is to meet, and you really should try to be present for your daughter, and to meet the other members of the Domain you do know, child, that you have family members other than myself and Kyril, you should know them!

I am no more eager to know them than they have been to know me all these long years since Mother died, Jaelle said, but she said it gently; she realized she was just as unwilling to hurt Rohanas feelings as ever.

The guest suite where she had been taken was quiet and empty, and Jaelle ate some of the soup and roast bird which Rohana had sent to her. She supposed that Peter was dining with the Terran group in the faraway guest suite where they had been sent, and almost wished she were with them. But she was not sufficiently familiar with Comyn Castle to try and find her way there. She drowsed on a soft chair, hardly aware of how comforting it felt to be among familiar things. No, not familiar, she had never known luxurious surroundings like this, since she was old enough to remember she had known only the tidy, comfortable, but completely non-luxurious surroundings of the Guild House. Luxuries like these might have been hers all the time if she had chosen to remain with Comyn rather than honoring her Renunciate oath, and why was she thinking of that now? After a time she fell asleep, to be wakened by Peter coming in very late.

Im sorry I woke you, love, he said. I would have come back sooner, I wouldnt have wanted to leave you alone here, but I knew you were with Lady Rohana and shed look after you. I felt obligated to take care of them.

Of course you had to, she said warmly. It was one of the things she loved about him, his sense of duty. Did that mean she had none of her own? She shied away from this question.

Have you had dinner? Rohana sent me in all kinds of lovely food, and I could hardly eat any of it, she said, Theres all kinds of cakes and cold fowl and wine there on the side table

I ate something with the others, he said. They dont appreciate good food, except Monty. Sandro Liwhat is it you call him, Aleki?wouldnt touch any of it, he said he didnt trust natural foods, they werent as safe and couldnt be as nourishing as the kind scientifically computed for vitamin and mineral content. Makes me want to be out in the field again. He took up a leg of fowl in one hand and a slice of some kind of nut pastry in the other and came toward her, gnawing hungrily on the bone. I come to stay in a place like this, I realize howhow alien the Terran Zone really is. Poor girl, youve been at your wits end there, havent you? Maybe in a few weeks when this Carr business is all settled we can get away for a few weeks, make a trip into the back country, the mountainsDaleruth maybe, I have always loved the seacoast and you havent been there at all, have you? Leave everything behind us and just make the trip down through the mountains by roadjust the two of us, get back to each other again. Hey, hey he came and bent over her, dropping the roast meat in a clumsy haste to take her in his arms, Youre crying, JaelleIve been a beast, havent I, getting all tied up in worrying about business and promotion and all that nonsense and never remembering whats really important! It takes something like this to remind me that there are other things in life. Im sorry I was so nasty to you earlier. It would serve me right if you hated me after all that, but I dont know what I would do without you, Jaelle, I love you so much& I need you

She buried her face into his neck, sobbing. Why had they grown so far apart? And he did not even know any of this, did not know about Dom Gabriels death, or the demands Rohana had made, or their child

Listen, Peter, she said earnestly, reaching up to pull his face against hers, you do know that Rohana is my kinswoman, and she had so many things to tell me, so much I cannot decide it all alone. In a rush, she told him everything, but as she had hoped, he paid little heed to what Rohana had said about her child being Heir to the Aillard Domain.

The important thing, he said, holding her close, the one thats important, thats our baby, Jaelle. Weve had a lot of trouble, but now its all going to be worthwhile, now we have someone other than ourselves to think about. He kissed her so tenderly she wondered why she had ever doubted him.

That comes first, Jaelle. Just you, and meand the baby.

CHAPTER FOUR

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Magda was beginning to feel restless, almost claustrophobic; the women were friendlier, even Rafaella, but she was so tired of being indoors; sometimes she would step into the garden just to breathe the air of freedom. Even, she thought wryly, if the air of freedom smells a little too much of the stables!

She was still wearing castoffs from the box of outworn clothing, but tradition demanded that she must make herself a full set of clothing before the end of her housebound half year. She understood, after a fashion, why this was sowomen of the upper classes, coming to the Renunciates, were accustomed to wearing clothing made only by the labor of servants and others, and it was necessary that they should know the cost of their labor. Keitha, on the other hand, enjoyed a chance to sit and sew and was now covering the neck and sleeves of her new undertunic, with daintily embroidered butterflies. Magda envied the ease with which she did it.

Oh, this is restful for me, Keitha said. At any moment Marisela may summon me out to attend a confinement, so I will rest and embroider while I can

It is not restful for me, Magda said, biting her lip as she stabbed her finger again with the needle. I would rather muck out barns than sew a single seam!

That is obvious from your work, said Keitha, examining the stitches with a critical eye. What was your mother thinking of!

She was a musician, Magda said, and I do not think she could sew any better than I can; she was always busy with her lute, or with her translations. Elizabeth Lorne had played nine instruments, and had collected over three hundred mountain folk-songs of Darkover. Magda, who had little musical talent, had not been close to her mother, though in these last months she had been more and more aware of how like her mother she was, absorbed in her work, craving something to do for herself. She wondered, now when it was too late to know, what her mothers marriage had really been like. She had surely not let herself be consumed in David Lornes career among the Terrans but had always done her own work&

 My mother said I must never ask a servant to do anything for me that I could not do for myself, Keitha said. Otherwise a lady is slave to her own servants. Now I am grateful for it, though I do not like to work with horses. But Marisela says I must learn to attend to my own horses and saddle and tack, because a midwife is required to go by law to any woman within a days journey who has need of her, and farther if she can. And Marisela says I may not always have serving men or women to look after my animals for me.

Magda smiled a little; Marisela says had become the most important words in Keithas vocabulary. Magda had begun to suspect that one of the main points of Amazon training was to regress women to their adolescence, so that they could grow up again in a way that would not make them subservient to fathers, brothers, the men who ruled most Darkovan households. If it took them back to the stage of having crushes on other women, well, that was not a crime either, though it was surprising to see it in Keitha, who had been brought up as a cristoforo and had made some unkind remarks about lovers of women in the Guild House.

She pricked her finger again with the needle, swore as she tried to tie off a short end of thread. Camilla was not the only woman who had made such an offer to Magda, but she had always smiled and refused in such a way, she hoped, as not to give offense. It had been harder to refuse Camilla, who had been her friend when she so desperately needed friends.

But I am not a lesbian, I have no interest in other women& and that brought her mind back to that unsettling episode with Jaelle. Well, that had been a dream, a shared nightmare, it had no real significance. But as she struggled with her thread, trying to poke the end through the eye of the needle, she remembered the night it had been brought up in training session&

& Cloris and Janetta had claimed that any Renunciate who had love affairs with men was a traitor to her Renunciate Oath. It is men who oppress us and try to enslave us, like Keithas husband who beat her and tried to bring her back by hired mercenary soldiers& how can a free woman love men who live like that and would drag us back to them?

But all men are not like that, Rafaella had insisted, The fathers of my sons are not like that, they are content to leave me free. They might like it better if I would dwell with them and keep their house, but they allow my right to do as I will.

And Keitha had cried out, at white heat, We leave our husbands and come here for refuge, thinking ourselves safe from pursuit, and then we find we are not safe from our sisters either! Here in this house, no later than yesterday, one of my sisters mademade an unlawful request of me

Mother Millea said in her gentle, neutral voice, I suppose you mean by that, Keitha, that someone asked you to go to bed with her. Who styled that request unlawful? Or did she not leave you free to refuse if you would?

I call it unlawful, Keitha cried, and Rezi said, laughing, You called it something worse than that, didnt you? I confess that I am the vicious criminal involved, and she fled from me as if she thought I would rape her then and there, without even the courtesy to look me in the face and tell me, no thank you!

Keitha was red as fire, tears dripping down her face. I would not have named you, she said angrily, but you boast of it?

I will not let you make me ashamed of it, Rezi said. Among men, if two young boys swear to be friends all their lives and allow no woman to come between them, even if they marry and have children later, none denies their right to place their friendship first among all things! Donas amizu! she said scornfully. All the writers of songs have nothing but honor for a man who places his bredu higher than wife and children, but if two women so pledge one another, it is taken for granted that when the girl grows to womanhood, her oath means only& I will be loyal to you until my duty to my husband and my children comes first! My love and loyalty are all to my sisters, and I will not waste love on a man, who can never return it!

Magda thought, confused, but all men are not like that, Rafaella is right, and lost track of what was being said. Now she thought, I wonder if Keitha is intellectually honest enough to recognize what is happening between her and Marisela, or if Marisela will ever make her aware of it?

Janetta put her head in at the door and said, Margali, Keitha, Mother Lauria wants you both down in the hall.

Magda gratefully bundled her sewing into an untidy ball and thrust it into the wooden cubbyhole bearing her name. Keitha stopped to fold her work more neatly, but Magda heard her steps behind her on the stairs and they ran down side by side.

Camilla was there, dressed for riding, and Rafaella and Felicia, with a little group of women Magda did not know; but on their sleeves they bore the red slashmark of Neskaya Guild House.

Margali, Keitha, are you weary of being housebound? Are you willing to put yourself in some danger? There is fire in the Kilghard Hills, on Alton lands; the Guild women are not required by law to go, but we are permitted to share this obligation, when all able-bodied men are required to go. There is no law which says you must go, she repeated carefully, but you may go if you will.

I will go, Magda said, and Keitha added more timidly, I would be glad to go, but I do not know what use I should be.

Leave that to us, said one of the strange women, if you cannot fight the fire, you can help around the camp, but we can use every willing pair of hands.

Mother Lauria looked at them one after the other, then said, Good; I will send you, then. Magda realized that they had in effect been ordered to go; the housebound time required that they remain indoors unless specifically ordered to go by a Guild Mother.

You must learn to bear yourself properly among men, and to work with them as one of themselves, not with a womans special privilege. You are in the charge of Camilla and Rafaella; you are to obey them implicitly, and to speak to no one, and especially to no man, without their permission. Is that understood? Good; go and dress yourselves for riding, and wear your warmest clothes and cloaks, and strongest boots. Fetch clean linen for four days, and be down here before the clock strikes again.

As she made ready to ride, and rolled her clean underlinen in the small canvas bag Rafaella had given her, Magda was shaking with excitement. She was a little frightened, too; but, she reminded herself, she was stronger than many men required by law to meet this obligation. And I am a Renunciate.

As they saddled their horses, Rafaella said quietly to Keitha and Magda, Some of the men with whom we will travel will try to lure you into conversation; or they will make rude and suggestive remarks. Whatever they say to you, you may not reply to them, not a single word; pretend if you wish that you are deaf and dumb. If they lay hands upon you, you may defend yourself, but you must accustom yourself to the fact that they resent us, and learn to live with it, since theres no helping it.

The detachment of men waiting at the City gates was an ill-assorted crew. At their head were three dozen young Guardsmen in uniform, commanded by a smart young officer not yet out of his teens.

Valentine Aillard, para servirte, mestra, he said, giving Rafaella a cool and courteous nod. Your women are welcome; we can use every pair of hands. Have you rations and tools?

They are on our pack-animals there, Rafaella said, and gestured to the women to fall into line. The polite young officer had evidently made it clear to his Guardsmen how they were to behave, for, though the Guardsmen looked at them with some curiosity, there were no overt signs of resentment. It was otherwise with the other men, traveling to the fire-lines with the guardsmen but all too obviously not under military discipline. There were soft whistles, coos intended to attract attention, and leers; and as they took their place in the line, a murmured obscene phrase or two. Magda ignored them; Keitha was as red as a bellflower. She drew her hood over her head, and Magda thought she was crying under its shelter. The women from Neskaya House, all of whom were in their forties or older, rode by the men without a glance their way, while CamillaMagda remembered that at one time she had been a mercenary soldier rode ahead with the Guardsmen, chatting casually with them.

Keitha whispered, Why is she allowed to speak with them when we are not?

Probably because they do not yet trust us to know how to behave, Magda whispered back. Do you want to talk with them?

No, Keitha whispered vehemently. But it seems to me strange that she will talk and be friendly with the same men who are treating us so badly.

That had occurred to Magda too, but she supposed Camilla, who had been a Renunciate for many years, had managed somehow to make the distinction between men who accepted her as one of themselves and those who treated her as a woman to be cajoled. In any case Camilla was a law to herself.

All afternoon they rode, and well into the night; finally the officer at the head of the column called a halt and they camped in a meadow; the Amazons cooked over their own fire, and later laid their blankets in a circle. Rafaella said, Keitha, you will sleep with me, and Margali, you with Camilla. Whenever we are among men this way, we always sleep two and two; just to make it abundantly clear to any men that we are not seeking company. And if anyone does get the wrong idea, you can protect one another.

Magda could see the sense in this, although she was sure that the men around the other fire, if they did not get the idea that the women wanted their company, were sure to get another idea which might be almost equally mistaken. She reminded herself sternly that it was none of their business what the men thought. Still, it made her self-conscious when she spread her blankets with Camillas.

Rafaella asked one of the women from Naskaya, Where is my daughter? I had hoped to see Doria with you.

I told her she could come if she wished, the woman said, and she was as eager to get out of the house as any of us; but it was the first day of her cycles, and hard work and hard riding at such a time are no pleasure, I could see she was really feeling ill, so I did not try to persuade her to go.

Rafaella said angrily, I do not like to think of my daughter shirking! I have ridden and worked hard when I was seven moons pregnant, and she let that stop her?

The other woman shrugged. She said, There is no law to say that all women must react alike to their bodies; because you do not mind hard work, would you force it on her? I am sure, if the fire was near and we really needed every available hand, she would have been right beside usshe does not strike me as lazy or slothful. There were enough of us who were willing and even eager to come. Dont worry over her, Rafi; she is out of your hands now. If she really shows any sign of slackingand so far I have seen no sign of itlet the Neskaya Guild Mothers deal with her.

Rafaella sighed and said, I suppose you are right, and was silent. After a time the other woman said gently, I think perhaps the children of Renunciates have a harder time than those who come to us from the outside world. We expect so much more of them, dont we? and Magda saw the strange woman stroke Rafaellas hair gently. I have a daughter who chose to leave the Guild and marry. She is happy, she has two children, and her husband treats her as well as even I could wish, but I still feel I failed with her. At least your daughter has taken oath, my sister, and is no mans servant or slave.

Camilla murmured into Magdas ear, And if I had said that to Rafaella, she would have slapped me. I am glad that someone else thought to do so. She stood up and called the women around the fire. Before we sleep, she said, Annelys will give you some instructions in firefighting. Annelys was the woman from Neskaya Guild House; she gathered the women around their fire and gave them some rudimentary instructions about the theory of firefighting, what to do under various conditions, elementary safety precautions; although she emphasized that most of them would be put to doing ordinary manual work on the fire line and would not need to know what was going on, but only obey instructions precisely. Around the other fire, Magda could hear one of the young officers telling the men almost the same things; his voice was mostly a sound with no words distinguishable but now and then a chance silence or a gust of wind their way would bring them a few words.

If it were only the Guardsmen, Camilla murmuredshe was sitting between Magda and Rafaellawe would all work together and camp together too. But some of these men are riffraff and we do not trust them. After a time you will learn which men can be trusted and which cannot. Always err on the side of caution. You should know that.

Annelys heard her and said, I am not so sure that any men can be trusted completely. They are not when I am in charge of any work details of Renunciates, believe me, Camilla.

Camilla shrugged. Maybe I am more trusting than you. Or perhaps it is only that I have nothing more to lose, and any man who lays a hand on me will draw back a bleeding stumpand knows it perfectly well!

Annelys yawned. Well, today was a long hard day, and tomorrow will be longer and harder still. Let us sleep, my sisters, she said, and bent to cover the fire. Magda was tired and sore from riding, and the ground was hard beneath the thin blankets, but even as she told herself that she could not possibly sleep under such conditions, she drifted off. She woke once in the night, seeing the campfire like a sullen red eye, still smoldering; Camilla had moved close to her, and Magda put her arms around the woman, glad of the warmth, for she was cold. Camilla murmured something drowsy, shifted her weight in her sleep, and Magda snuggled close; Camilla kissed her lightly and Magda felt her drift off into deep sleep again.

But Magda felt troubled. As she had done all too often in the last few weeks, she found herself examining her thoughts closely.

Jaelle. Exactly what had happened between them? They had wakened in one anothers arms, out of a shared dream, the laran she had not known she possessed . . and Jaelle had pulled her down and kissed her, not the casual light kiss she could have taken for granted, the offhand sleepy kiss Camilla had just given her, but a real kiss, the kiss of lovers, with an intensely sensual awareness which frightened Magda. Like many women whose experience has been entirely conventional, she found it hard even to imagine that she could respond to such a thing. Jaelle had not been angry& but Magda had run away. Now, close to Camilla, she tried again to test her own feelings. Camilla, too, had once asked this of her, and Magda had refused her but she no longer knew why.

Is this what I want, then, is this why my marriage failed, because at heart I am a lover of women& ? She felt troubled, alien to herself. Finally, telling herself firmly that hard work awaited her tomorrow, she managed to drift off into uneasy dreams.

Before noon the next day they began to smell and hear the fire, a roaring, a dull acridness in the air, lurid red against the sky. Along the hillside a row of grimy forms, men and boys, stretched out with hoes and rakes, scraping a firebreak in the soil; when they reached the camp, they found others felling trees within the firebreak.

Magda and Felicia were put to scraping firebreak-lines with the men; Keitha, they judged, was not strong enough to work on the lines, so they sent her to the fire-camp where women were cooking and hauling water. Camilla was sent to the tree-felling party with Annelys and some of the others.

Magda could not, where she was working, even see the fire, but she could hear it; the grubby hoe in her hands scraped blisters, even through her gloves, and her back began to ache before she had been at the work for an hour, but she kept on. After an hour or so, some men brought a pail of water along, and she straightened and drank in her turn. The man beside her on the line looked at her for the first time, her smudged face and filthy hands, the rough riding clothes, and said, Zandrus hells, its a girl! What are you doing here, mestra?

The same thing you are doing, manfighting a fire, Magda said before she remembered that she had been ordered not to speak to any man, good or bad, and lowered her head, draining the cup and returning it to the old man who was carrying the water bucket. The old man said, What is a nice girl like you doing out here among all the men, girlie? Shouldnt you be back at the camp, where my wife and daughters are? But Magda shoved the cup into his hand and picked up her hoe, bending to grub away at the line, and after a time the man, grumbling, moved on to offer his cup to the next man.

No one had bothered to explain to Magda what they were doing, but Annelyss explanation had told her a little, and she supposed that the idea was to scrape away everything burnable beyond a certain distance, so the line was barren of anything which could support the fire. At dusk they were relieved by another party, Magda was almost too weary to stand; her hands were blistered and her back felt as if it would never stop hurting.

Down in the camp there was a place to wash hands and face, and the women passed them big bowls of bean soup which had been simmering all day over the cookfires within the ring. Magda wished there was a place to bathe, but they were all in the same predicament, grubby and sweating and smelling of smoke. Magda started off toward the latrine, but one of the Amazons from another Guild House grabbed her and reminded her that they always went two by two, for protection, and though Magda felt self-conscious about going to the rough latrines before the other woman, when she saw the faces of some of the men outside she was glad.

Barbarian. Among the Terrans I could work among the men and no one would touch me unless I invited it! Yet a thousand years of different customs set them apart. The ordinary women, protected by their long skirts and the caps on their braided hair, walked where they wished alone, and no one would dare to touch them because they were known to be the property of some man who would avenge any rudeness offered to his possessions. The Free Amazons belonged only to themselves and therefore they were any mans for the taking& Barbarian, Magda thought again. But the Terrans had their own faults&

When the Amazons had spread their bedrolls, again two by two, at their own end of the camp, Keitha, who had joined them, whispered The women were worse than the men. They stared at me as if I were something with a thousand legs which they had found in their porridge bowl, and one of them asked why I was not home caring for my children. And when I told them

Never mind, said Rafaella gently. We have all heard it. We have had time to get used to it, that is all, and you will too. Remember to be proud of what you are and what you have done; if they do not understand, that is their worry and not yours. We have all done well for the Domains today; go to sleep, love, and dont let anyone make you think less of yourself for doing what you think right. Magda was surprised at the kindness in Rafis voice; in general she had little patience with Keithas timidity.

Camilla murmured, Its true, though, the men are not nearly so bad as the women. Once the men get it through their heads that we work to the limits of our strength and want no special privileges, they accept us. The women never do. They feel that by working beside men, we endanger their privileged status; how can they convince their husbands that they are fragile and delicate when we are there to give them the lie? Keitha thought she was going to easier work than ours because she is not strong

Do you accuse me of shirking? Keitha blazed.

Never, oath-daughter; your work is suited to your strength as ours to what we can; but it is just as well you should have encountered this. I would a thousand times rather work amid the hostility of men, than of women. Your trial is far more severe than ours. No woman thinks me a danger when I work beside her husband she added grimly, and Magda, looking at the scarred and haggard old emmasca, knew Camillas scars burned as deep inwardly as outwardly, but you are young and pretty, you could have a man, a husband, a lover whenever you chose. They will forgive me for renouncing what they think I could never get even if I wished for it. But they will never forgive you, and you may as well know it now as later.

The next morning was damp and dripping. Let us pray that it will smother the fire, Camilla said grimly as she drew on her boots. Margali, child, let me see your hands. She drew a harsh breath as she examined the blisters. Here; put on some of this cream, it will harden the skin a little, she said, and made Magda smear her hands with it before she drew on her gloves. They stood in line with the men for breakfast, bowls of thick grainy porridge, cooked with onions and other herbs. There were buckets of beer and pails of a hot grain drink. There were more comments from the men, but Magda kept her eyes down and pretended not to hear. Camilla, on the other hand, laughed and jested with the men; many of them knew and evidently respected her. She told Magda that she had served alongside them in the last border war.

As she took up her place beside Felicia on the fire-lines, a man called softly, Hey, pretty things, what are you doing with that old battle-ax? What did they do, get hold of you before you knew what you were missing? Come over here with us and well show you a good time

Magda ignored the comments, staring straight ahead. She had a hoe which was too short for her, and stopped to trade hoes with Felicia, who was not as tall as she was. While they were settling into place again, a man ran down the slope.

He was small and slender, with dark-red hair, wearing a cloak of orange and green. The fires jumped the break up that way, he shouted, Dont go up there! Get back and move the men, move up the carts, weve got to bring the camp back down

There was a stir in the ranks of men. Its Lord Damon, they heard someone say, and the men hastened to do as they were told. Magda was set to piling up food supplies and blankets on a wagon, and as she handed them up to Felicia, she could see the man they had called Lord Damon, talking in low worried tones with the line bosses, drawing maps on the ground with a long stick. Someone handed him a mug of beer; he took a sip or two, rinsed his mouth and spat on the ground, coughing, then drained the cup and asked for another. His clothes, though fine, were filthy and rumpled as if he had slept in them on the ground like the others. His voice was hoarse with fatigue and smoke.

Stop gawking, Camilla told her harshly, Go over to that other wagon and lead the horses away; carefully, now, dont let them bolt!

Magda started down the slope, her hand on the bridle of the near horse. The animals, smelling of fire, snorted and reared in the harness, balking and neighing, and finally Magda unknotted her sash to tie over her mounts eyes; but the animal smelled the smoke in the cloth and reared, shying away. Magda called to Keitha to bring her apron and tied it around the animals head. Now it came peacefully as Magda urged it along with soft words.

Lord Damon came down a little way toward them. A good thought, he said. Stay to the right of the dry watercourse there, as you lead them down, and set up camp there he pointed, in the shade of that grove of featherpod trees where the men have been felling them. Make a firebreak around the camp, at least three spans wide. Go with them he pointed out half a dozen women who followed the wagon down, and after a time, another wagon lumbered along. The blindfolded horses came quietly to Magdas touch on the rein, as she urged them along step by step.

So there, good fellow, come along, thats right

At the indicated spot the women began off-loading the wagons, piling bowls and kettles and blankets into the arms of waiting helpers. Magda worked hard, pulling down loads of blankets.

Here, she said, piling a final armload into a womans hands, these are ours, from the Guild House; could I trouble you to set them down over there?

The woman glared at her and let the blankets drop deliberately from her arms into dead leaves and brambles. Take them yourself, she said. I am no servant to you filthy lemvirizi

Magda gasped at the foulness of the word. Sister, what have we done to deserve this? We are here helping your people to fight the fire

The woman glared at her, twisting her face. The Gods send forest fire to punish us for our sins, because we tolerate such as you among us; a sign that the very ground itself cries out against such filth as you. I am no sister to any of your kind! She turned her back on Magda and strode away, and Magda, shaking all over, bent to pick up the fallen blankets. Tears stung her eyes; she tripped over a loose stick on the ground and almost let them fall again.

Let me help you, sister, said a soft voice, and Magda looked up at a strange woman; her hair was cropped like an Amazons, and she wore a Renunciates earring, but she wore ordinary womens dress, skirt and tunic. She took a part of Magdas load, but Magda stood silent, staring. She knew the woman, she had seen her, heard her voice somewhere&

Are you one of us, Sister?

I am Ferrika nha Fiona, said the woman. Pay no heed to these ignorant women, we will teach them better some day. I am midwife at Armida, she added, over her shoulder, as she dumped the load of blankets where Magda had asked and bent to straighten them, but someone called out, Where is the healer-woman? They are bringing three men down with burns! and Ferrika said swiftly, I will speak with you later, and hurried away, her tartan skirts trailing in the dust. Breeches, Magda thought, really made much more sense out here, if the woman was a Renunciate why didnt she dress like one?

Later she was sent to clear away brambles, a hard dirty job that snagged her clothing and tore her gauntlets. A new firebreak was being built and it seemed so far from the fire that Magda asked in dismay, Do they really think it will come down here?

In answer the woman pointed. Look.

Magda drew a breath as she saw that the fire had topped a hill to the right of them and was burning across where their camp had been last night, little tongues of flame racing down across bramble and underbrush. Here and there a resin-tree would take fire and shoot up like a flaming torch, sparks flying hundreds of feet in the air.

Everybody to the lines down there, a man shouted. Women, too, all of you, from the camp! If there arent enough shovels, grub it up with hoes, rakes, bare hands if you have to, were working against time!

Magda worked where they sent her, back bent, trying not to look up or listen to the fire. The smoke hurt her throat and the dust from the firebreak made it hard to breathe; Magda pulled her tunic up over her mouth and tried to breathe through it as some of the men did, wishing for a moment that she had a womans kerchief. Some of the villager women were working beside her in the lines, their skirts tucked up to their knees, but still caught on dead branches and tore on briars; and Magda thought that her own Amazon breeches were more modest as well as more comfortable, and wondered why she was thinking then about that? They were hauling at brush and brambles now so that the men could get at the trees to fell them, and around her she heard fragments of snatched, breathless conversationfelling these trees was a sacrifice of good timberland but anything was better than letting the countryside burn! A man touched her on the shoulderthe noise made it difficult to hear connected words and beckoned her to one end of a two-man saw; she was quite sure he had no idea she was a woman, for she did not see any of the other Amazons doing such work, but she went without comment.

As the young boys carrying water came down the line, she saw the man she had seen this morning, the one they had called Lord Damon, riding along the bare patch. She supposed he was in charge of the whole operation, a kind of engineer.

No good, he said vehemently to someone Magda could not see. Theyve got to pull out up there and let it burn; its gone anyhow, and the best we can do is put all our men down here on this side. That way we can hold the line and keep it from burning over toward Syrtisthere are five villages down there, man! He looked down to where the workers were straightening their backs for a moment, drinking as the buckets were passed; he saw Magda and gestured to her.

You led the horses this morning, didnt you, lad? Good thinking. I need someone with his wits about him to carry a message to the men on the other side of that ridge up there. Give your end of the saw to that man there he pointedand come here.

She remembered that she had been ordered not to speak to any man; but that could hardly apply to listening to orders given by the man who was bossing the job! He was hardly looking at her; his eyes were troubled, surveying the distant roar and swirl of smoke and fire.

Go up along that ridge there, and youll come to a gang of men working under a big man, fair as a Dry-Towner; ask for Dom Anndra if you cant find him. Tell him he must pull out all the men along that ridge and let it burn out, its hopeless. Tell him I need all the men he has down here on the east side, to keep it from burning over toward Syrtis. Have you got that?

Magda repeated the message, pitching her voice as low as she could. And who shall I say sent the message, vai dom?

He looked straight at her for the first time. Oh, youre not one of my men, are you? Youre one of the group they sent out from Thendara, right? Tell him Lord Damon sent word. Run along, now.

Magda went off as quickly as she could through the heavy tangled underbrush. As she climbed the slope she could see the fire on the other hill they had left that morning, burning down relentlessly toward the new firebreak; where they had breakfasted was all afire now, but there was a long stretch of clean firebreak between the workers and the fire. The stench was horrible, with overtones of roasting meat, and Magda thought of the animals trapped in the fire. As she caught sight of the gang of men, she saw, with them, a gaunt, familiar figure in gray tunic and heavy trousers; Camilla. Magda recognized her only by the low Amazon boots; Camila had tied a sweat-rag over her face, for the dust and heat were temble. She was the only worker on the line who had not stripped to the waist.

Magda would have spoken to her, but her message was too imperative; she went along the line, looking for a tall fair-haired man. But the smoke was thicker here, rising from the other slope, so she could hardly see; she asked a man hastily Where is Dom Anndra? A message from Lord Damon

The man coughed and pointed through a thick haze of smoke, and Magda plunged into it; behind her someone shouted but she could not distinguish the words. Now she saw, indistinctly, a tall man in a board-brimmed hat, fair-skinned and well over six feet tall.

Dom Anndra? she called, and the man turned. I gave orders no one should follow here

A message from Lord Damon, she said quickly, coming up to him, coughed for a moment, then quickly repeated her message. Her eyes were streaming with the smoke. The tall man, Anndra, swore angrily.

Hes right, of course, but Id hoped we could save the pastures up here; horses will go hungry this summer! All right, go down as fast as you can, and tell him Ill have everyone down there in half an hour, got that?

Magda nodded, coughing too hard to speak; his face, blackened with smoke, took on a look of concern.

You should get out of the smoke as fast as you can, lad. Come this way he motioned her along, back toward the workers, taking the hat from his head and waving it in great sweeps.

Pull back, men, pull back. Lord Damon needs us below Raimon, Edric, all of you, grab the tools and get down he shouted, abruptly his voice took on a new sound of warning.

Hi! Look out there, drop everything and runbreakthrough over there! Magda stared in horror as a wall of flame leaped from nowhere and came roaring up the little gully she had crossed on her way up here. The thick, choking smoke was suddenly sweeping all around her, and when she started to run she was overwhelmed by coughing, stumbled and fell. Then she was picked up in strong arms and carried to clearer air; Dom Anndra set her down after a minute and stared at her.

God almighty, he said but he had spoken in Terran! While Magda stared at him he shook his head and said in the mountain tongue, SorryI mean, weve got to make a run for it; have you something you can tie over your face? Magda ripped at her undertunic; it was no time to think about modesty! The smoke was so thick no one could see anyhow.

Good, he said tersely, and took her hand. Dont be scared, I wont let go of you, but youve got to trust me; you might get a bit scorched, but better that than roasted for the devils supper! Hang on, now! Holding hands, they ran directly toward what looked like the center of the fire. Magda felt a blast of heat, smelled her hair singing and searing pain in the soles of her feet; she heard herself screaming, but she ran on, her hand held tight in the big mans grip. Then they were through the flame and out of the smoke, coughing and choking and gasping. Her eyes were streaming; suddenly the world went dark and she slid to the ground.

Ferrika! she heard Dom Anndra bellowing, Is the healer-woman in the lines? Well, get somebody up here, and make it fast! Weve got to get this youngster down fast, he risked his life to get through and Magda felt herself lifted up; he scooped her up, arms beneath shoulders and knees, as if she had been a child. Then he drew a quick breath, staring down at her in consternation and said in a whisper, Good God, its a girl!

She said in a shaky whisper DontI am all rightput me down

He shook his head. Only then did she realize that he was still speaking Terran. Put you down, hell, your boots are burned half off your feet. And who are you?

I am a Free Amazon from Thendara

Yeah, he said in an undertone, staring skeptically, thats what you say. Now who in the hell are you? Intelligence? His eyes flared at her like steel filings in flame, out of the blackened, grimed mess that was his face. Whoever you are, youve got guts enough for three, girl. Those boots arent going to be good for much.

Ferrika, the Renunciate Magda had seen briefly in camp, came hurrying toward him; at her side was Camilla.

Vai dom, the Amazon from Thendara says the messenger is one of hers and she will take her to her sisters She stopped and cried out with compassion as she saw Magdas burnt boots, the raw blistering of her flesh that showed through. Sister, let me take you where we can care for those feet

Anndra nodded. Look after her; Ive got to get these men down to Lord Damon, and you people get off the ridge as fast as you can. I need to find out what Damon needs, and do it right away!

Ferrika and Camilla made a chair of their arms to carry Magda. Now she could feel terrible pain in the soles of her feet, but she followed Dom Anndra with her eyes.

Intelligence, huh? And he had spoken Terran, too. Yet Damon seemed to know and accept him as one of them. What was going on here? She was coughing and choking, her eyes were streaming and her chest hurt; she realized that Ferrika and Camilla had set her down on a blanket. Rafaella appeared from somewhere with a stoneware mug of cold water, holding it to Magdas mouth. Camilla said, I saw the fire sweep around you, Margali, and I thought you had been killed&

Rafaellas voice was tart. I notice she managed to fall where there was a handsome man to carry her to safety.

Let her alone, Rafi, cant you see shes hurt? Camilla snapped, Should she have stayed there to burn? I am not sure I would have had the courage to run through the fire like that, even if the Hastur Lord himself, let alone Dom Anndra, held my hand!

Who is Dom Anndra? Magda asked, coughing.

Brother-in-law to the Regent; he married the Lady Ellemirs twin sister, Ferrika said, and glanced up at the burning ridge, scowling. What are the leroni about, up there? I heard and she broke off abruptly. Sister, let us dress those feet of yours. And you, Camilla, she added sharply, no more work on the lines for you. There is livani tea in the kettle, it is good against the smoke; get yourself a cup quickly, and bring some here for your sister She looked into Magdas eyes, puzzled. I do not know your name, she said, but surely I have seen you before

You helped me with our blankets this morning, Magda began, but Ferrika shook her head.

No, before that, she said, and abruptly Magda knew where she had seen the snubbed nose, the freckled, round face and green eyes, before this. The night of her first Training Session, when her mind had drifted to the Sisterhood& and she knew that Ferrika recognized her, too, and was staring at her in puzzlement. She said something in a strange language, but Magda only shook her head, not understanding. Ferrika looked more perplexed than before, but she only said, Drink this, it will clear your throat.

Magda sipped at the hot, sour drink; she made a wry face at the taste, but it did soothe her smoke-rasped throat and somehow it made her nose stop streaming. Camilla, too, was sipping the stuff; she wiped her smoke-blackened forehead with her torn sleeve.

Let me see those feet. Are you hurt anywhere else?

Camilla knelt anxiously beside them. Magdas forehead was singed a little, her eyebrows burnt and some of her hair singed, but the burn was not serious. Camilla held her hand while Ferrika gently cut away the ruined boots, scowling.

These soft-leather thingsyou can see why they are not suitable for work on the lines! Ferrika scolded. They had burnt through quickly, and the last remnants had to be picked away from the burned flesh with tweezers; Magda flinched, but did not cry out.

A bad burn, Ferrika said, You will do no walking for a day or two. It may be deeper than it looks. But to Magdas surprise, she did not touch the burn, only held her hand over the flesh, two or three inches away, first one foot, then the other. When she sighed and straightened, she looked relieved. Magda thought of Lady Rohana, concentrated and serious but not touching Jaelles dreadful wound. Laran!

Not as bad as I thought, Ferrika said, but not superficial either; skin, but no serious burning into the muscle. With proper boots you would not have been hurt at all. I must bandage them, and she must be carried; she must not walk on those feet at all.

Tears were streaming down Magdas face. She thought it must be the aftermath of the smoke. I came to help and I am a burden

You are honorably wounded, Camilla said gruffly. We will care for you.

Ferrika was rummaging in her case of medicines. It looked very like the one Marisela carried. Bathe her face with this lotion, Camilla, while I dress her feet. But she must not walk on the bandages, either, and we must find her a pair of boots from some old man in the campsite, who can go barefoot without trouble.

I had forgotten, Magda said with a sharp catchof breath, I had a message for the Lord Damon

Give it to one of the women, then, said Ferrika, for you are not going anywhere on those feet.

Magda repeated the message to Rafaella, who nodded and hurried away. She lay back, closing her eyes and trying to ignore the pain as Ferrika smeared her feet with some sharp-smelling herb salve, and wound them in thick loose bandages. Camilla gently sponged her face with the cooling lotion.

Poor child, when I saw the smoke close round you I was sure you were deadI thought I had lost you, Margali she repeated hoarsely, holding Magda close against her. Magda realized, shocked, that the older woman was almost crying. Camilla rarely showed emotion. But Ferrika straightened up and said, I must get back to the lines; others need my skill, and Camilla rose.

I too must get back to the lines

You stay here, Ferrika commanded, and Camilla looked angrily at her.

What do you think me?

I think you too old for this work; you should never have come out, said Ferrika. You will be more use in the camp among the women.

I would rather work among the cows! Camilla said scornfully, and went before Ferrika could say anything more. Ferrika sighed, looking after the elderly emmasca as she strode away.

I should have known better, always Camilla must be stronger than anyone, man or woman! Stay here and rest, Margali, she commanded, and went. Magda lay back on the blanket; her feet hurt less than they had, but the pain was still enough to make her tremble. After a time it subsided to a dull ache; she lay on the blankets, alone except for a woman who was tending the fires at the back, and an old man who lay on one of the blankets, covered up warmly and breathing raucously; when the woman came to look at her Magda cringed, remembering the scorn and contempt one of the women had shown, but the strange woman only said, You must call out to me if you need anything; more tea? Magda felt fiercely thirsty and sipped another cup of the hot sour herb drink.

I heard that someone had been burned, but I thought it was one of the messenger boys, she said. She moved her head indicating the old man on the blanket. Gaffer Kanzel was overcome by the smoke this morning, but hell do well enough with rest; whats his son thinking of, to let the old man come? I must go and tend to the supperyoure one of the Renunciates from Thendara, no?

Magda nodded and the woman said, I have a sister in Neskaya Guild House; Ill trade work, one of your sisters is at the next fire, so she can come and be close to you. She went off and after a minute Keitha came up to her.

I heard someone had been burned, but I did not know it was you, Keitha said, bending over her. That was a nice woman who sent me here; she says she has a sister who is one of us. And I heard there are Renunciates among the healer-women who are helping here, too

One of them bandaged my feet.

I have a fire to tend, and stew to keep from burning, Keitha said, but I will come and bring you drinksshe said you must drink as much as you possibly can. Do your feet pain you much, Margali?

Ill live, Magda said, but they hurt, yes. But go and do your work, dont worry about me.

Reluctantly, Keitha went back to the fire, and Magda lay on her blanket, trying to get into a comfortable position on the hard ground. After a time she fell into an uneasy drowse, waking when the sky was crimson with sunset. Keitha came to give her more of the hot herb-tea and a plate of stew, but Magda could hardly swallow, though Camilla came and skillfully propped her up, and would have fed her with a spoon if Magda had let her.

No, no, I am not hungry, I cant swallow, she said, I am only thirsty, very thirsty

That is good; you must drink as much as you can, even if you cannot eat, said Ferrika, standing over them, and they looked up to see the slight, dark aristocrat who had been called Lord Damon.

Mestra, he said to Magda, I am sorry for your injuries; I sent you into danger, not even knowing you were a woman.

She said, I am a Renunciate, proudly, at the same moment that Ferrika protested, You know better than that!

She spoke without the slightest hint of deference and Lord Damon grinned at her. He looked tired and disheveled; he was chewing on a strip of smoked meat, half-heartedly, as if he were too tired to sit down and eat properly. His face was still grimed with smoke, but Magda noted that his hands were scrubbed clean, as he set the meat aside and said, Let me look at your wounds, mestra; I too have something of the healers arts.

And after a whole day fighting fire on the lines he still must go around the camp and see who is wounded& well, what would you expect of Damon? For a moment Magda thought someone had spoken the words aloud, but she realized that she had heard them as she was beginning to hear unspoken thoughts. She saw Lord Damons face contract slightly as he unwrapped the bandages, and knew, without being told, that he felt, physically, the pain he caused her for a moment. Perhaps he is too tired to shut it out. Then it was gone, and he said quietly, Painful, I am sure, but not really dangerous. But be careful not to let the bandages get wet or dirty; otherwise the burns will become infected; do you understand that this is important? You must not try to be brave and walk on them, you must let your sisters carry you everywhere; and drink as much as you can, even if it means you must let them carry you to the latrines every hour or two; the burns create poisons in your body and you must rid yourself of them. His manner was as courteous and impersonal as a Terran Medics, and Magda was astonished.

He straightened to go. Carry my compliments to the Guild-Mothers in Thendara and tell them that again I have cause to be grateful to the Sisterhood.

Rafaella bowed deeply. You honor us, vai dom.

It is you who honor us, Damon said, and touched Ferrika lightly on the shoulder. I will leave you with your sisters for the moment; you know how to get in touch with me if you need me, he said and walked away. Ferrika went to look at one of the women who had scalded her hand on a stew kettle, and from across the circle of the camp Magda heard her ordering others who had inhaled smoke to drink more of the tea which was kept boiling on great kettles over the cookfires.

He doesnt treat her like a servant, Keitha said, and there was the faintest hint of criticism in her voice. One of the strange women said, Maybe she isnt.

You do not know Ferrika, said Camilla coldly, if you are hinting that she is his concubine. She is a Renunciate.

Maybe, Magda said, shes just his friend. The others gave her skeptical looks, but what Magda had sensed between the Comyn aristocratwhat were the Comyn anyhow?and the Renunciate was an easy acceptance, a kind of equality she had not yet seen given by any man to a woman on Darkover.

Someone called from another fire Mestrain, we have heard that there is a minstrel among you; will it please you to come and play and sing for us? We have worked hard for our music!

Rafaella rummaged in the packs they had slung across their horses. Magda had not known that she had brought her small rryl. I will play for you with pleasure, but my throat is too thick with smoke to do anything but croak; anyone who still has breath to sing, may sing!

She went toward the fire. Camilla explained, A new crew of men has been sent out from Neskaya, and they are on the lines; so there is some leisure in the camp tonight; though all of us may be called out if there is another turn for the worse like this afternoon!

Magda lay silent, listening to the rryls sound. One or two of the Renunciates had gone to listen to the music, though Camilla stayed near Magda in case she should want anything. Magda shut her eyes and tried to sleep; the older woman had been working hard all day, too hard, and Magda was worried about her. Magda knew it would be no use to try and urge her to work less tomorrow.

But silence had fallen over the camp, and Rafaella had come back to the fire and spread her blankets beside Keithas, when there was a stir and a flare of torches and the sound of riders. From a distance Magda heard the voice of Damon Ridenow, as she had heard it when he came to their fires, and other voices; then at the center of the camp there was a bustle of sound and several riders were sliding down from their horses. Magda sat up and looked at them; men and women in long bright cloaks, some in the blue and silver of Hastur, others in the same green and black of the cadets of the City Guard. Camilla sat up and said, Altons of Armida, yes

The leronyn from the Tower, someone said.

Now, perhaps someone will have this fire under control another voice said somewhere, If they have gathered the clouds they can bring rain to drown the fires&

Magda sat upright to watch. She saw the tall man they had called Anndra, and Lord Damon, and a slender woman whose hair blazed like brilliant copper under the blue and silver hood. She looked round quickly and came toward the fire where the Renunciates were camped together.

She said in a clear voice, speaking the pure casta of Nevarsin and Arilinn, Where is the Renunciate who was wounded on the lines today?

Magda cleared her throat and said, It is I, but I am better

She came and stood by Magdas blankets. At her side was a somewhat taller woman, in a green and black cape; Magda could see that she was pregnant, though she carried it well, almost with careless ease.

The smaller woman in blue said, I am Hilary Castamir-Syrtis, and it was our land you risked your life to save, as Anndra has told us. We owe you a debt, mestra. Will you undo the bandages? she said to Camilla, and the old woman began to untie and unfasten them.

Lady Hilary knelt beside her, and as Ferrika had done earlier, passed the palm of her hand two or three inches above the soles of Magdas feet. What is your name, mestra?

Margali nha Ysabet, she said.

Trust me; I will not hurt you, she said, and touched a leather thong about her throat. Magda remembered Rohanas gesture, when Jaelle had been so terribly wounded in Castle Ardais, and it seemed suddenly to Magda that through the layers of leather and silk she could see the blue shimmer of a matrix stone. Lady Hilary closed her eyes for a moment and it seemed to Magda that she could feel a blue shimmer. Abruptly her feet felt as if they had been seared afresh with fire; she gasped with the pain, but it passed quickly and the blue haze was gone.

Your feet will be healed now, mestra, I think you will have little trouble; but the new skin is very tender and you must be very, very careful not to walk on them for a day or two, or break the skin and allow them to become infected. I have other injuries to heal, or I would stay and speak with you; I too have reason to be grateful to the Renunciates. I wish you a good night, she said, and went away, at her side the woman in the green cloak, who had not spoken a word.

Magda looked, by the firelight, at her feet. As she had half expectedshe had seen this healing from Lady Rohana when Jaelle was woundedthere was no sign of bleeding nor blackening where fire had seared and bare ground and brambles had torn. Her feet were covered with a layer of grayish scarring with patches, between the scars, of pink thin baby skin, very tender and painful when she touched it with a tentative finger. But it had been healed.

One of the women said scornfully, They are no proper Comyn, and not a proper Tower. Do you know what they call them in Arilinn? Forbidden Tower& they work under the ban of Arilinn! They even say  she lowered her voice as if whispering delicious scandal, and Magda did not hear what she said, but she heard small shocked exclamations.

Camilla said clearly, What good are the Towers to those of us outside the Comyn? Except for these, who will come out of their walls to help and to heal.

I dont care what you say, one of the men at the next fire said, its not right for a leronis to go about the countryside with common folk! And both the Lady Hilary and the Lady Callista were thrown out of Arilinn Tower by the old Sorceress and she wouldnt do that without good reason. Theyd ought to live quietly at home if they couldnt live decent in the Towerriding all around the countryside putting out fires and healing the common folk he spat, and the sound was eloquent. Were doing all right with the fire, we dont need their sorcery to come and put it out for us!

I say nothing against the Lady Leonie, Camilla said quietly. Once she was kind to me when I greatly needed kindness. But perhaps the Lady knows little, cloistered as a sacred virgin within her Tower in Arilinn, of the needs of those who must live in the world, and do not know how, or would be too much in awe of them, to seek them out for help or healing.

Ive even heardmy sister is a stewards helper at Armida that theyre teaching the common folk laran, said one woman with scorn. If it can be taught to the likes of us, what good is it? The Comyn are descended from the Gods! Why should they come and meddle in our lives?

Camilla said scornfully, I cannot talk to such ignorance.

Theyre like you Renunciates, said the woman with a concentrated spite. Wont stay in your place, wont marry and have children, no wonder you want the Hastur kinfolk to come out of their proper place too! Want to turn the world upside down, all you folk, make the masters servants and the servants masters! The old ways were good enough for my father and theyre good enough for my husband and me! No men of your own, so you want to come out here brazen in your breeches, trying to show off your legs and get them away from us& well, mestra, Im telling you, my husband wouldnt touch you with a hayfork, and if he did Id scalp him! And if I see you waggling your tits at him Ill scratch out your eyes!

Camilla chuckled. If all men but your husband vanished from the earth, dame, I would sleep with the house-dog. You are heartily welcome to your husbands attentions for all I care to contest them.

You Amazons are all filthy lovers of women

Hold! said an authoritative voice. No brawling in the camp; fire-truce holds here, too! It was Ferrikas voice, and the strange woman moved away in the dark. Ferrika said, Go to sleep, my sisters; the man who argues with the braying of the donkey or the barking of his dog will win no cases before the high courts.

Silence settled around the Amazons fire, but Camilla still seemed ruffled as she drew off her boots to sleep.

I have met with the old leronis of ArilinnI do not say where, but it was when I was very young, she said in a low voice to Magda. She healed me when I had much need of healing, mind and bodyI told you some of this. But the folk of Arilinn know nothing of the needs of common people. If what befell me had happened to a commoner maiden, the Lady would have shrugged and told my folk to marry me off to whatever man would have damaged goods. Because I was one of her own, she had pity on me abruptly she broke off. What has come to me that I babble like this?

Magda pressed her hand in the darkness. Whatever you say to me I will never repeat, I promise you, sister.

That woman called me lover of women as if it were the worst insult she could imagine, Camilla said. I am not ashamed to hear it spoken& except when I am among women who use it as the worst abuse they can imagine

You are my friend, Camilla, I do not care what you are.

I think you know I would like to be more than your friend, Camilla said. I should not say this when you are hurt, but you know I love you& and I would dearly love to make love to you; but I am not a man, and my friendship does not depend on it. It is for you to choose& her voice trailed away. Magda felt deeply troubled.

Was this what she wanted then, was this why she had run away from Jaellethe old childrens taunt: only truth hurts. Living among women, certainly it was not surprising& maybe it was indeed what she wanted; her marriage with Peter had caught on the snag of independence and competitiveness, she had not been content to think of him as husband and lover. Nor had she felt impelled to seek another lover, or to turn to any man. She thought, with deep disquiet, maybe it is a woman I want, I dont know, I do love Camilla, but I never thought of that&

Maybe I ought to take Camilla as a lover, it would make her happy and it wouldnt hurt me, and at least then I would know if that is truly what I want. But do I want to find out? She said gently to Camilla, We will talk about this when we are back in Thendara, I promise you, and felt warmed by the comforting touch of the older woman.

She lay with her head against Camillas shoulder, and at last she knew that the older woman was asleep. But she could not sleep. The pain in her feet had all but subsided, but the healing skin itched with maddening intensity, and she knew she must not scratch it. How had Lady Hilary done that? And now she was reading thoughts again&

She listened to the quiet noises of the camp, to the faraway sound that she knew was the roaring of the fire. Could it jump a firebreak as it had done before and suddenly blaze among them, roaring and destroying? They slept here, and others worked along the fire-lines&

After a little it seemed as if she slept, but she was still conscious of her chilled body, feet itching furiously, as she seemed to look down on the camp from a greyish height; she saw herself lying curled up against Camilla, the other women snuggled close for the warmth, the dying cookfires carefully safeguarded inside rings of stone; then she saw the brilliantly colored cloaks of the men and women, the tall man called Anndra, Lady Hilary in her blue cloak with the blazing hair, the dark, diffident Lord Damon, the silent woman who had been pointed out to her as Lady Callista, and they were somehow joined like dancers around a blue blaze like the matrix Hilary had used to heal her feet& they were weaving in a colorful dance weaving in and out and at the same time they knelt motionless and fixed on the matrix& Ferrika reached for Magda and drew her into the dance, and then they were dancing among clouds, she was helping Hilary to scoop up the clouds and roll them through the sky to where the fire raged below& they felt damp and soft and palpable, like bread dough, under her hands when she punched them down. It felt as if she squeezed them between her fingers and the moisture came oozing out, they grew softer and softer and more pliable, and then rain was trickling from the clouds, trickling down and then pouring, and then flooding&

Magda woke sharply to the drops splashing on her face. At her side Camilla sat up sharply and cried out, Its raining! And all over the fields, the men in the camp sent up a great cheer. No fire could stand against this hard, soaking rain.

And I was part of it, she said to herself, confused, and then dismissed the thought. No doubt she had felt the first drops and the whole dream had come out of that. Some of the women were hurrying to pull their blankets into the shelter of the trees, the wagons; Camilla hauled out a waterproof tarpaulin from their pack and spread it over her blankets and Magdas, beckoning Rafaella and Keitha into the shelter, like a small improvised tent. The rain kept pouring down and there were groans of discomfort and cold mixed with the cheering, but better, they all admitted, to be cold and wet than burning up, and this meant crops and livestock and trees would be saved.

Good luck, Magda wondered, weather wisdom, or had the Comyn aristrocrats with their matrixes created the rain? She had no reason to think the latter except for her bizarre dream.

Or had it been a dream at all? Unlikely that they could have aroused the storm. But on the other hand, it was even more unlikely that Lady Hilary could have healed her burnt feet without even touching her.

Who was she to set limits to other peoples powers? A long rumble of thunder drowned out thought and she clung to Camilla, her feet icy in the cold, while someone grumbled, Damn it, couldnt they have managed rain without downpours and lightning?

Some people, thought Magda drowsily, were never satisfied.

CHAPTER FIVE

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There was still no morning-sickness but Jaelle did feel strange and queasy, and had gotten into the habit of lying in bed while Peter shaved and showered and readied himself for work; only when he had kissed her good-bye and gone did she rise and find herself a snack somewhere in their roomsit was simpler than braving the strange smells of the cafeteria in the early morning.

This morning, by the time she reached Cholaynas office, Monty and Aleki were there, rummaging in files and pulling out printouts.

Theres a fire, Cholayna said. On Alton lands; I went out with the helicopter. I cant believe theyre fighting it by hand!

We have been doing it for centuries, long before the Terrans came here, Jaelle said stiffly, and will be doing it when they are gone.

Peter came in, and Jaelle realized he was dressed for the field; leather breeches, woolly tunic, surcoat and cloak lined with rabbithorn fur, high boots. She envied him. Ready, Monty? Now remember, Aleki, youre a mute, deaf and dumb; theres no way you could pass yourself off as Darkovan yet with your accent, but itll give you a chance to observe.

Cholayna thrust a cartridge into the terminal and a fuzzy picture wobbled across the screen; billowing smoke, long lines of men and women scraping bare lines with hoes and rakes and crude tools, some men on horseback directing movement of lines.

No earth-moving equipment, no tractors, no sprayer planes! We sent out an offer of helpseems like they could use us to spray the flames with foam. But since we heard about that crashed plane in the Kilghards out near Armida, the natives have been nervous about their overflights, Monty said. Look, there are three villages down that line, you can see them He pointed as the picture of the lines of men and women was briefly overlaid by a picture from the weather satellite. Jaelle wondered, not for the first time, if anyone had bothered to tell the Domains about the spy-eye of the satellite in the sky.

Sometimes Renunciates went out on the firelines; Magda was housebound, and need not go, though Camilla and Rafaella always went. If she was in danger, Id know.

Go and check out Alekis costume, Jaelle, you know better than I do what he ought to need, said Cholayna. Peter had Monty all ready even before I got the report, and they were going alone, but Aleki pulled rank on them and said he was going, whatever they said. She smiled a little ruefully. Even if it means leaving you with what he ought to be doing while hes out on the lines!

Dont talk as if I was saddling her with the whole departments work, Alessandro Li said defensively. Language reports, and I want her to check out the satellite printouts and mark the general layout of the Dry Towns. Next week Ill take her on an overflight, if she wants to goyou havent been up in one of our planes yet?

Hell, Id have taken her if Id thought shed want to go, Peter said, But some other time, all right, Aleki? The horses are ready right outside the gates in the Old Town&

Jaelle was studying the wallscreen, heavy smoke and ashes sweeping over the hills, a blackened swathe left behind. She knew that country, she had ridden through it; every few years, the resin-trees caught and they grew so quickly that new fires came down. Cholayna was frowning and saying something about the destruction of vital watershed.

Trouble is, theres no rain in sight at all, Peter said. The people at Armida should be warned about the satellite picture; the winds are going to sweep across from Syrtis, and Armida itself could go up in flames. Jaelle

She wrenched herself away from the picture, so vivid it seemed she could smell the smoke, the acrid smell of ash and the crash of fire. She turned Aleki round, scowled.

Those boots arent right. Theyll think youre a woman in disguise, or an effeminate. Peter, hes got to have proper boots.

In hells name, Aleki protested, I saw the regulation issue for the field, and I cant walk in the damn things! Do I have to be some striding macho bully, stomping around all over everything? Are the men all as insecure as that?

Im not interested in their psychology, said Peter dryly, Custom of the country, and all that; those boots would mark you what they call a sandal-wearer anywhere outside the city, and wouldnt look too good even indoors. Go down to Field Issue and get some proper ones. You take him down, Jaelle.

She went down and found him a pair of boots, helped him to haul them on, grumbling all the way. She readjusted the knot of his scarf and warned him again to be deaf and dumb. Your first trip into the field, youre going to feel very much as I did my first day here, she said. But its only a beginning.

On the roof of the copter landing. Peter was arguing with Monty. If they come in like this, costumes or no, theyll know were Terrans right away. I think we should ride with that crew down there. He pointed at a group of men saddling up in a street near the HQ.

They need able-bodied men to fight fire, Monty said. I dont think they would care whether we were Terrans or cralmacs provided we could carry a hoe, and if we go in the copter we can get there sooner and do more work without tiring ourselves out by riding in. The important thing is to help them fight the damned fire! It might even be good public relations, if they knew that the Terran Empire sent able-bodied men to help them

Id like to remind you both, said Alessandro Li, that we are still working for Intelligence; this isnt a humanitarian mission. Haldane, who are those people getting ready to ride?

Peter had a strong pair of bionoculars tucked in his belt; he raised them and looked down into the street. Second call-up; the first one, only volunteers went, but this party is evidently taking out all the men they can find, there are old men and little boys no older than twelve in that lineup I went out one year. And there are three or four Comyn, with a few dozen Guardsmen, and at least one leronis.

You mean the lady draped in red? Monty asked, and Peter nodded.

Comyn again! Damn it, I wish I knew what made the whole countryside jump like frogs whenever they nod their heads! Aleki said, but the ones who know wont tell. One of these days, Jaelle, were going to have a long talk about that, arent we? Lets get the horses and go. Forget the copter. I dont want anything marking us as Terrans. Intelligence, remember.

Jaelle said swiftly, I am going too. I have fought before this on the fire-linesand I need not keep the camp with the women; I am a Renunciate and I can do a mans work.

Commendable spirit in your lady, said Alessandro Li dryly, but tell her to stay at home, Haldane, shes more use to us here for language and liaison. If she wants to be helpful, let her get on good terms with whats-her-name, Lady Rohana.

I need to go. And Magda must be there, if they are calling out all the able-bodied

Able-bodied men, said Monty firmly. You know as well as I do that they havent reached the point of calling out women, Jaelle.

Peter interrupted as she opened her mouth to answer, You are not going out there, Jaelle. Theres a full-fledged forest fire raging out there, and you

I have probably fought more fires than you have, she said angrily. I went first into the lines when I was fourteen

Forget it, said Cholayna. We dont have time to wait while you get medical clearance

Medical clearance? To go into my own countryside?

Right, Peter said. Youre here in Magdas job, and one of the first rules is that nobodynobodygoes into the field without clearance. The two men were striding toward the elevator; Jaelle said quietly, stepping in after them, You forget. I am a Darkovan citizen. I am not subject to those regulations

Thats what you think. Peter stabbed roughly at a ground-level button. When we were married, I applied for Empire citizenship for you, so our kids would have it. Besides, by your own Oath, you are here to abide by the terms of your employment. Thats one of them. The matter, sweetheart, is closed. He leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose. See you when we get back, love. He walked quickly away.

Some day, she thought angrily, he was going to throw their marriage, and her Empire citizenship, up at her once too often. She toyed with the notion of going into the hateful surroundings of Medic and getting the damned clearance, to spite them all. They could hardly prevent her&

& but then they would have her registered as pregnant, and something told her that this one thing she ought to keep from them. For some reason she did not want that on the Terran records. She asked herself if she was only spiting Peterhe would surely want his coming child registered. She started to go, then something inside her said, cold and clear, No.

Rationalizing this, she thought of her last visit to Medic, the machines which looked inside and through her, the feeling of being completely depersonalized, her body a machine among other machines, violated. If they knew she was pregnant, it would be worse. She had some days off comingPeter had explained that to her; she went up to the office and asked Cholayna for the day off to visit the Guild House.

As she had half expected, Cholayna asked if she might come along. Jaelle went up and dressed quickly, feeling relieved as she slid into her Amazon clothing; leather breeches for ridingthey were tight in the waist, she would have to borrow a pair from Rafaella to wear till the baby was bornand proper boots. When she joined Cholayna at the gates, the woman was wearing a heavy weatherproof down jacket which would have been wonderful for the Hellers in winter, but made Jaelle wonder how Cholayna avoided suffocating in it todayit was really not that cold.

But I was born on a really hot world, Cholayna said, shivering even in the heavy clothes, and looking in dismay and disbelief at Jaelles light tunic, over which she wore only the lightest of riding cloaks.

But its almost summer, Jaelle said, and Cholayna chuckled.

Not to me, it isnt.

But Cholayna kept pace with Jaelle, even in the high-heeled sandals in which Jaelle could not have taken four steps without breaking her ankles. Walking beside Cholayna, Jaelle felt like a young girl again, the Amazon fosterling; there had been a time when Kindra had taken employment as a guard for warehouses about the city. When she made her morning rounds, she had sometimes taken her foster daughter with her, it was then that they had had some of their best times together, mother and daughter. It was those months that had made Jaelle an Amazon.

She could have confided in Kindra as she could not in Rohana. Once she had conceived a child, Rohana could not see her, Jaelle, at all, but only the potential mother of a child for the Aillard Domain.

But surely there would be someone in the Guild House that she could talk to.

They were walking through the marketplace and she saw rounded eyes, curious glances at Cholaynas dark skin. But one would have thought Cholayna had never experienced anything but these shocked or hostile glances; she strode along blithely in her uniform and Jaelle envied the woman her confidence.

I was like that once, when I walked with Kindra and the townspeople stared and jeered at the Renunciates. What has happened to me?

Only on the very steps of the Guild House did Cholayna hesitate for a moment and ask, Should I have worn makeup, Jaelle? I could have painted my skin so that I looked like anyone else. I do not want to embarrass you in your own home&

Jaelle liked Cholayna more for asking, but she shook her head defiantly. Renunciates themselves were different, if they could not accept Cholyanas differences so much the worse for them!

And indeed, when Irmelin answered the door, she stared for a moment at Cholayna, but quickly collected herself to welcome Jaelle with a hug.

I know Mother Lauria will want to see you, she said to Cholayna, and showed the Terran woman directly toward the Guild-mothers office. But to Jaelles inquiries she told her that Rafaella, Camilla and Margali were all out on the fire lines, they had been gone from the house for several days now.

All of my oath-sisters. There is no one here I can talk to. She supposed Marisela had gone with the others, but Irmelin told her that the woman was in the house, and guessed, of course, why Jaelle wished to see her.

Youre expecting a baby, Jaelle? Why, how nice for you! Jaelle supposed she should have expected that; she said all the appropriate things, and let Irmelin bring her into the kitchen and sit her down with a cup of hot bark-tea and a piece of fresh buttered bread from the ovens, as if Jaelle were again the twelve-year-old fosterling who had been everybodys pet in the Guild House.

Ill fetch down Marisela to you, theres no reason for you to be running up and down all the stairs

Irmi, it will be four moons before running up and down stairs would bother me, Jaelle protested, but just the same, Irmelins fussing comforted her. At least someone cared; she sat dripping tears into her tea. After a time Marisela came into the kitchen, dipped herself up a cup of tea and sat down, letting it steam in front of her. She smiled at Jaelle, that smile which seldom reached her mouth but only twinkled behind her eyes.

Well, you look healthy enough, Shaya, is there some reason I should have come down to you?

Oh, Marisa, Im sorry, I told Irmelin

No, sister, its all right, I slept through breakfast and am glad to have some company, with everyone out on the fire lines.

Can I get you something? Marisela started to shake her head, then looked sharply at Jaelle and said, Yes. I would like some bread, sliced very thin, please, and honey instead of butter. And Jaelle, busying herself with cutting the bread with the proper knife, and finding the honey crock and spoon and spreading it, found that she no longer wanted to dissolve into tears. She wondered why Marisela was smiling as she sat down again, sliding the plate of bread and honey toward her. The older woman asked, How far?

Jaelle counted mentally and told her, and Marisela nodded.

So that is why you were asking all those soul-searching questions about not knowing our own minds and how to tell whether we are pleasing ourselves or someone else, Marisela said. It was not a question and not sympathetic, and Jaelle felt as if Marisela had flung cold water over her, but she realized she was not entitled to ask for sympathy. No one had bidden her lie with Peter, nor marry him, and she could have made certain she did not get with child. She blinked fiercely, but she no longer wanted to cry. Done was done.

So she told Marisela, making a good, funny story of it, all about the Terran Medic machinery which had inspected her inside and out, and Marisela laughed with her.

I think we can all agree that you do not need such care as that. You are young and healthy; only if you should begin vomiting, or show any sign of bleeding. Take care what you eat, drink much milk or beer but little wine, get as much fruit and fresh food as you can, and tell the Terrans, if they should ask, that you have seen your own medical adviser. You should come back to the House to bear your child, but the Terrans may not allow itthey think what we know of medical practice is limited and barbarian, and I must admit that to a certain extent they are right and I am not altogether sorry for it. Just the same, two days ago I lost a mother and her child and I would have given all I own for some access to your Terrans skills

Well, Jaelle said, Cholayna is in there arranging ways for you to have such help, but Marisela shook her head.

Ah, no, my dear, it is not as simple as that. It sounds like a perfectly simple thing, and a thing that is all good, that I should be able to save mothers alive to care for their children, and save their children alive so that no mother may weep because half the little children she bears do not live past weaning. But it is not such a good thing as all that.

Do you dare to say it is a bad thing?

Aye, and I do say so, Marisela said, and at Jaelles indignant stare, she said, I want to speak with your friend anyway. Shall we go and talk with Mother Lauria? Finish your tea, it is good for you.

Jaelle had grown up thinking of Mother Laurias office as a sacrosanct place, not to be breached except in emergencies, but Marisela simply knocked and went in, and Mother Lauria smiled at her.

I was going to send for you, Marisela. Cholayna she struggled a little with the name. Is that how you say it?

Near enough, said Cholayna and nodded in a friendly way to Marisela. So you are the house Medic, as we would say it. It is you who should choose women to be instructed in Medical techniques, or you yourself may come and learn them with the younger women

I should be interested, Marisela said, and knowledge is always a good thing, but will you teach them only to use their medical sciences or will you teach them when they should not use them?

I do not understand, Cholayna said. The business of a Medic is to save lives, and Mother Lauria was just telling me how you had had to let a woman die because you could not save her or her child. We can teach you ways to save most of them&

So that every mother will have a dozen living children? said Marisela, and then, how shall they be fed?

I am sure you know that we have knowledge of contraceptive techniques, Cholayna said. So that a woman can put her strength into bearing only one or two children and not spend all her life in bearing them and watching them die.

Marisela nodded. If the two she does bear are the strongest and best, and we could be sure of that, she said, but suppose the two who survive are the weakest, and so their children will be weaker yet? Ten, twenty generations down the road, we will be a people of weaklings, kept alive only by sophisticated medical techniques and thus dependent on your technology. If a woman is saved alive when her pelvis is too small, then perhaps her daughters will live to bear more children with this defect, and once again, we are dependent upon more and more medical help to keep them alive in childbirth. Believe me, it hurts my heart to watch women and children die. But when a child is born, for instance, blue and unable to breathe because he has a hole inside his heart&

That can be repaired, Cholayna said. Many of our people are living who would have died here at birth&

And his children will multiply those defects, said Marisela. Oh, believe me, on the cases where something has gone wrong in the womb and the child is lacking strength, perhaps we should save that child alive, but if it is a defect he will pass to his own sons? Better that one should die now than that a hundred weaklings should sap the strength of our people. And it is like a lotterythe first two children are not always the brightest, the strongest, the best; so often a great leader or genius will be born seventh, or tenth, or even twentieth among the children of his family.

Cholayna said stiffly, I am afraid I do not like playing God and deciding that women must suffer that way.

Is it not playing God to decree that they shall not so suffer? Marisela asked. We once had a breeding program here where we chose to tinker with our genes, to create the perfect people and the perfect race. We bred laran into our people and we are still suffering for it. Perhaps when the Goddess decrees that some must die at birth, She is being cruel to be kind.

I still feel we should not reject the gift of the Terrans when they wish to teach our people their arts, Mother Lauria said, and Marisela nodded.

Oh, I am sure you are right. But I pray all the Gods that we have the wisdom to know where to end it. There is no virtue in saving some lives which will be a burden to everyone in the household, everyone in the village, everyone in the world. II do not want to play God in deciding who must live and who must die, so I leave it to the mercy of the Goddess. If I in my small self have the power to decide that this one must live and this one must die, I can only say, my business is saving lives, I will save alive all I can. That way lies chaos. Perhaps it is better not to have that power.

I cannot agree that anything which diminishes a womans power can be right, said Cholayna, and Marisela sighed.

In theory surely you are right. But sometimes it is a terrible temptation to take the short view and do the immediately humane thing, instead of what might be best for all of humankind over the centuries.

Jaelle asked angrily, Do you mean you would let people die if you could possibly save them?

Alas, no, said Marisela. I would not, and perhaps that is why I fear that power so much. I hunger for all your knowledge, so that I need never see a woman bleed and die, or a baby struggle to breathe; I hate to lose the fight with that Dark Lady who stands beside every woman at this hour, contending with me for Her due. But my business is to save life when I can, as I said, and I will, I suppose, in the end, stick to my business of saving lives. The Dark Lady is a very ancient and friendly adversary, and she can care for her own.

Cholayna looked at her with interest. She said, That is a point of view often debated at Head Center. I had not expected to hear it in this House

From a native midwife, or would you call me a witch doctor or sorceress? asked Marisela, and they smiled at each other in the friendliest way.

But Jaelle was restless as the conversation went far afield into complicated matters of ethics, and was relieved when Cholayna rose to go. Cholayna said, You may stay as long as you wish, Jaelle, you are certainly entitled to a holiday, but she went for her cloak, telling the older women that she had some work to do. She could surely find some work in Montys office, since he, and Aleki, had left so much undone when they went to the fire lines.

But, restless and alone that night in the Quarters which seemed so much too big for her, with Peter away, she could not rest. The Guild House now seemed as unfriendly as the Terran Zone. And her main reason in going there had failed; she had wanted to see Magda, and Magda had been away on the fire lines, and Marisela and Mother Lauria, friendly as they were, were not really involved in her problems. There was no reason they should be.

She had wanted, no, needed to see Magda and make friends again with her. Would it be better to pretend that nothing had happened, or to insist that they talk frankly about it? Perhaps it meant nothing. After all, Magda had had a tremendous load on mind and spirit; all the pressures of the housebound time, hostility because of the fight and the indemnity, the fear of being dismissed from the Guild House, the pressures of the training sessions and the endless nightmares& was it any wonder Magda had no extra strength to deal with Jaelles troubles?

Yet it was more than that. Jaelle searched in her mind and found only a confused image of herself picking Kyrils hand off her arm as if it were a crawling bug; intrusive, unplesantly suggestive of an unwanted intimacy. Yes, and before supper when she had hugged and kissed Magda, the other woman had drawn away uneasily. Everyone already thinks I am your lover. We should talk about that; between oath-sisters there should be no such barrier.

It was taken for granted in the Guild House, but after the usual adolescent experiments, she had never thought about it. For a time when she had first set up the business with Rafaellathey had been lovers, for a time, but it had seemed no more than a way of cementing deep friendship, and Rafaella was at heart far more interested in men; after a few weeks it had simmered down into affection, had in fact never been much more. She had taken it for granted as part of their bonding; had, she now realized, felt that she and Magda should have shared this gesture of trust, of love and openness to one another. But if it was not the custom among Magdas people, as it certainly was not among, for instance, the cristoforos, why did she feel so rejected? Was she afraid Magda would come to despise her, and if she could lose Magdas friendship over a thing as simple as that, was her friendship worth having?

She held endless conversations inside her own mind, but once or twice when it seemed she could almost see Magdas face& I shall be reaching her with laran if I do not take care& she tried, in a panic, to slam her mind shut. Now she regretted she had never accepted Rohanas offer, no, her plea, that she should go, even briefly, to a Tower to have her laran trained. Now it was too late. Was it too late? And then she would find herself crying again.

She had completely ceased to use the corticator tapes; but she realized that the Language department did not know it, they were complimenting her daily about her growing command of the language.

One evening, when she came into her rooms, she found Peter there, stripping off mud-crusted shirt and trousers.

No, dont kiss me yet, sweetheart, for Gods sake wait until I get out of these things and shower; to put it bluntly, I stink, he said. She sniffed. He certainly did. She supposed her senses had been sharpened by constant access to the level of sanitation in the Terran Zone, where the slightest stain was instantly scrubbed away and disposable clothing was the norm. He thrust his toward the disposal, then wrinkled his nose, bagged them and shoved them into a closet.

I guess Id better take them down to be cleaned; theyre field clothes and a little grime will make them more authentic, he said, with a wry grin. Hows junior? He patted her still-flat tummy as he headed for the shower, and she heard his voice trailing off, mostly something about how good it was to be back where he could get hot water and civilization.

The Empire people think civilization and plumbing are the same thing. They are neurotic about smells and dirt, she thought. He should have kissed me, at least! She lay down on the bed, feeling bruised. He hadnt asked about her, only the baby. She felt angry at herself for feeling that way; he was tired, just off the trail, and she was certainly being too sensitive, but like Rohana, once she was pregnant she was not herself, only a sort of walking nest for the damned baby! She buried her face in the pillow. Not an honest feather in it, some damned synthetic stuff. She took a long breath and she smelled again the aseptic, the Terran smell of it. It was only the smell. She would not cry. She would not.

She could go now, she didnt have to stay here. In half an hours walk she could be in the Guild House. But she was sworn; she was legitimately employed to fill Magdas place in the Terran HQ. Magda had not violated her pledge to the Guild House, under stresses far worse than this; she must at least match Magdas courage.

Would they even want her in the Guild House, swelling daily with a Terrans baby like any drab from the spaceport bars? She could tell herself it was different as much as she wished, but she had wanted Peter, she had wanted to lie with him and now there was a child coming, a child who would never be at home in either world. She was crying now, she did not hear Peter come out of the shower, and when he tried to embrace her she fought and cried hysterically until in the end he had to call a Medic. She spent the rest of the night down on the Hospital floor, drugged into unconscious sleep. There was nowhere else to go.

Part Three: OUTGROWTH

CHAPTER ONE

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Although Magdas household time would not end till forty days after Midsummer, custom freed the Renunciate novices for the day itself, and Magda came down to breakfast to hear the women discussing their plans for the holiday. Keitha and Magda had been told they might go where they wished during day and the night following; but must be back within the House by dawn.

What are your plans, Keitha?

A midwife cannot make many plans. But before Doria left for Neskaya, she asked me to go this day and see her birth-mother. The woman will not come and see her daughter here, but Rafi says she often asks if Doria is well and content.

That she does, Rafaella said, sliding down her bowl for porridge. I think she is afraid Doria will try and make Amazons of her other daughters, but I do not think any of Gracielas other girls have sense enough to take the Oath. She has not seen Doria ten times in the five years before this, but the day Doria was fifteen she began plying her with gifts and offering to find her a husband. Nothing would please her more than to have Dori repudiate her fosterage here and marry the first oaf who offered for her. I do not think she will be glad to see either of us, but whether or no, we will take her Dorias gifts and greetings. And I shall see my youngest son, whom I have not seen in half a year.

Magda remembered that Dorias mother had given her up when she was born, in return for Rafaellas son.

I too was promised I might see my son, Felicia said, but I do not know if I can bear it yet, or whether it might be cruel to him&

Rafi, you are wanted in the stable, said Janetta, poking her head into the dining hall.

Well, what is it? said Rafaella impatiently, Does one of the horses wish to give me Midsummer greetings?

A man who says it is business, Janetta told her, and Rafaella grumbled, threw down her fork and, still munching on a piece of the excellent nut cake which had made its appearance on the table in lieu of ordinary bread and butter, went off toward the stable. Two minutes later Janetta came back and said, Margali, Rafi wants you too.

Magda had not finished her breakfast, but she was pleased enough at the disappearance of Rafaellas hostility that she went at once; she had tried enough to reassure Rafaella that she would fill Jaelles place in their business as much as she could, and it was worth being disturbed even at the holiday breakfast. She said, Save me a piece she hesitated; she could hardly call it coffee cake, which would have been the Terran word, and no one had mentioned what they called it; she pointed and Keitha laughed. Ill guard it with my life!

Rafaella was talking to a tall man shrouded in a thick cape; he was at the head of a string of horses, among them a few of the fine Armida-bred blacks. Several, too, were the shaggy ponies of the Hellers.

Margali, I am sorry to ask you to work at Festival, but I did not expect these ponies for another tenday

I too am sorry to disturb you on holiday, mestra, but I was in the City now, said the man, and Margali suddenly recognized his voice; he was the big fair-haired man who had carried her out of the fire lines, Dom Anndra. The Terran! But he was talking about the ponies in an accent better than her own.

I could not find the ten you wanted, but I have seven here; they are strong and already immune to the hoof-rot, and all have been broken to halter and pack.

Rafaella was going to one after another, examining teeth, patting soft muzzles. They are good ones, she said, but why are you in the City so late in the season, Dom Anndra? Is your lady traveling with you? And the Lord Damon, will he be in the City for Council Season?

No, I am traveling all but alone this year; but since I was coming this way, I was able to escort Ferrika to you. He held out his hand to help down a woman in a heavy traveling mantle who was seated on one of the horses. Over Rafaellas shoulder, as he turned, he recognized Magda and said, Oh, it is youI was concerned about you, mestra, did your feet heal properly?

Oh, yes, quite well, Magda said. Only my boots were burnt beyond repair: my feet are fine.

Rafaella and Ferrika hugged one another and Rafaella said, I had hoped you could come earlier in the season, Ferrika

The small snub-nosed woman smiled and said, I too wished to come; but there was need of my services at Armida.

More children on the estates? Or one of your ladies?

Ferrika shook her head. She looked grieved. The Lady Ellemir miscarried a child earlier this year; and her sister stayed to nurse her,Lady Callista will not take her seat in Council this season

I wonder, then, that you would leave your lady, Rafaella said, but Anndra interrupted. Ferrika is not servant to us, but friend; and Ellemir is well again. But none of us have any heart for merrymaking this year, and there is little to be accomplished at Midsummer, so I came to do what business I must and pay my respects to the Lords of the Council; then I shall be off home again, probably at dawn. I was sorry to disturb your festival, but I did not wish to stable the beasts in a public compound when they could be in their new home.

I am grateful to you, Rafaella said. It takes a tenday or so to quiet them after the long trip; they are far better here in their own stable. Ferrika, breda, dont stand out here, go inside and greet your sisters, breakfast is on the table!

And holiday nut cake? Marvelous, Ferrika said, and went into the house. Rafaella handed a ponys lead to Magda and said, Will you take this one into that box-stall down there?

When she came back Rafaella was writing, propped against the wall. She handed the paper to Dom Anndra.

Take this to my patron, Dom Anndra, and she will arrange to have you paid; the horses are for her, I understand. May the Goddess grant that Lady Ellemir is well again soon.

Amen to that. Shall I bring the other ponies when I come again?

Or sooner, if you have a messenger you can trust, said Rafaella. And I need a good saddle-horse for an oath-gift to my daughter at Neskaya Guild House; is one available?

Not a good hand-broken horse for a lady, no; we always have too many orders for those, Dom Anndra said. I could not promise you one of those for more than two years. But I can let you have a good halter-broken filly if you would like to train it yourself.

I will not have the time; but Doria should break her own horse anyhow, Rafaella said. Send it to Neskaya Guild House for Doria nha Rafaella.

Dom Anndra scribbled something on the papers he held. Ill send a man there with it within a tenday, he said. He looked past Rafaella again at Magda curiously, and she almost heard, What is she doing here? Well, she thought, I certainly would like to know what he is doing here! No doubt he was on field assignment, had probably been so for years; if she went to the Terran Zone she might be able to look him up in Records; Cholayna or Kadarin would certainly know. She helped Rafaella stable and feed the new ponies. When she went back to the hall the porridge was cold, but Irmelin had brought fresh bread and opened a new jar of some kind of conserve, and a second nut-cake which vanished as swiftly as the first.

Ferrika was sitting at Mariselas feet, her head in the womans lap.

&so tragic& so many of the noble ladies do not really want children and cannot wait to turn them over to wet nurse and foster mother. But the Lady Ellemir is one of those who, as soon as their arms are empty, already hungers for another babe at her breast. Four years ago, when the Lady Callista could not suckle her childthough I think myself it was more that she did not wish toEllemir nursed Hilary along with her own Domenic.

Was she long in labor this time?

Not long, they had hardly time to summon me from the stewards wife, Ferrika said, but all the more tragic because this time it was almost a matter of a few more days; if she could have carried the child even another tenday it might have lived. A girl, and born alive too, but we could not get her to breathe, her poor little lungs would not open, for all we could do. It was just a little too early. Once I really thought she would breathe and cry& a little mewing sound& Ferrika buried her head in Mariselas lap and the older woman patted her hair.

Perhaps it is just as well; once or twice I have done what seemed a miracle and saved one alive when it seemed hopeless, but then they grow up crippled or partly paralyzed and cannot speakit was the mercy of the Goddess.

Tell that to Lady Ellemir! retorted Ferrika, blinking back her tears. A girl, it was, perfectly formed, with red hair, and she had laran too, she had been real to them for three times forty days& I thought they would all go mad with grief. Lord Damon has not left my lady alone for a moment, day or night.

But think; even with laran, if the poor babe had grown up sickly& better an easy death and a return to the Goddess, who may send her forth again when the appointed time comes for her to live&

I know that, really, Ferrika said, but it was so hard to endure their grief. They had already named her&

I know, breda. But you are here with us, and you must stay until you are refreshed and cheerful again. You have had no holiday for a year and this has been hard on you, too, hasnt it, chiya? Come, you must meet our sister Keitha, she works with me, and next year we will send her to the Arilinn College of Midwives. Also she will have Terran training, which will help her perhaps to save some of the ones who might die for no good reason. I want you two to know and love each other as sisters.

As Ferrika embraced Keitha, behind them Camilla said, How will you spend your holiday, Margali?

But before she could answer, Rezi, who was on hall-duty, pushed her way quickly through to the fireside.

Marisela, Rimal the Harp-maker is at the door, his wife is in labor

Oh, no! Magda said, On your holiday, Marisela, but the midwife was rising with a good-natured smile. Keitha asked Will you need me, breda?

I think so; it is twins and her first confinement, she said, and Keitha made a rueful face and went for her cloak. Marisela chuckled. Like the beast-surgeon and the farmer, we have chosen a profession where we know no holidays except that the Goddess sends. Finish your breakfast, Keitha, there is no such hurry as all that! Rezi, fetch him some tea and cake in the Strangers Room and tell him we will be with him as soon as we can. Nevertheless she was heading for the supply cabinet where she kept her midwifes bag, and shortly afterward they heard the door shut behind her. Camilla chuckled.

Who would be a midwife!

Not I, said Magda, reflecting that this was one thing which did not change from Terran to Darkovan; no Medic could ever count on a free holiday, especially in maternity work!

And what will you do with your holiday, since by good fortune you have not chosen to become a midwife?

I am still not sure. Go to the market, certainly, and buy some new boots, Magda said, regarding the ancient and tattered sandals.

And I, said Mother Lauria, will stay in the house and write up the years records, and enjoy an empty house with no one to trouble me! Perhaps I will go to the public dance in Thendara tonight, to listen to the musicians.

I will certainly go, said Rafaella, for they have asked me to be there to take a turn at playing for the dancers. And you, Margali?

I think so. She had always wanted to attend the public Festival dances in Thendaras main square, but she had not felt she could go alone, and Peter had never been willing to take her.

She knew they became rowdy at times, but, as a Renunciate she could take care of herself.

Rezi came in from the hall again, bearing a basket of flowers.

For you, Rafi, she said, and the women began to laugh and cheer.

You have a lover so tenacious, Rafi?

Rezi said, The lad who brought them is not fifteen, and he asked for his mother, and Rafaella, laughing, hurried out to the hall, snatching up a piece of the festival cake.

Boys that age are always hungry! Just like girls, she added over her shoulder, laughing.

Magda found herself remembering Midsummer, a year ago. She and Peter had still been married then. She had already known that the marriage was ending, but he had sent her the customary basket of fruit and flowers. It had been the final reconciliation before the quarrel that had smashed the marriage beyond repair. She wondered if he had sent Jaelle flowers this morning. She missed Peter. She was so tired of spending all her time with women!

And what will you do today? Camilla asked.

I think I shall simply walk in the city and enjoy the knowledge that I am free to go wherever I wish, she said, realizing suddenly that she really had no place she wished to go. But I will certainly buy new boots. And you?

Camilla shrugged. There is a Festival supper in the House for everyone who has no place else to dine; I have promised to help cook it, since Irmelin wishes to spend the day with her mothershe is old and blind now and Irmi fears every time she sees her may be the last. But you young ones always want to go out; enjoy yourself, breda. And there is a womens dance tonight; I may go to that, for I love to dance and I do not like dancing with men.

Magda thought she might return to the Terran zone for a visit. But she really had no friends there now. No doubt Peter and Jaelle had plans for this holiday already.

She was coming down with her jacket and the remnants of the burnt bootsit might shorten the wait for a new pairwhen Camilla called.

Margali, a man came asking for you; I sent him into the Strangers Room. He has a strange accentperhaps he is one of your kin from beyond the Hellers?

A slight, dark man, faintly familiar, rose from a chair as she entered. He spoke her Darkovan name with a good accent, though it was not the accent of Thendara. The Terran. Montrays sonwhat was his name

Monty, he said, reminding her. She looked at him appraisingly.

Where did you get those clothes?

Not right?

Theyll pass in a crowd. But the boots are too well made for a tunic as cheap as that one; anyone who could afford boots as good as that could afford to have had his tunic embroidered, not just trimmed with colored threads. And the undertunic is too coarse.

Haldane okayed them, Monty said. I wore them on the fire lines; and he didnt do with me what he did with Lihe ordered Li to pretend to be deaf and dumb, so I thought Id pass&

Why have you come here? she asked sharply.

Jaelle happened to let it drop that youre free to go out today. May I escort youI see youre dressed to go outfor a little way, have a few minutes conversation with you?

Well, if this man was in Intelligence there was no reason to offend him because she thought his father a fool.

You can show me where you bought those boots; theyre good and I need a pair made, she said, and we can talk on the way to the market. Dont talk in front of the women in the hall, they might spot your accent as wrong.

He bowed. It was not really a bad imitation of the proper bow of a Darkovan servant facing a woman of high rank; he wasnt stupid, or unobservant, he simply hadnt had the training she and Peter had had. Orpresumably he was a graduate of the same Intelligence school on Alphahe hadnt had the experience. She guessed he was four or five years younger than herself. He followed her at the proper one step behind, through the hallway, and not until they were out of sight of the Guild House did he come up to walk beside her.

The Karazin market?

I think so, he said, and if Im going to walk with you I ought to carry that package, hadnt I?

She handed him the rolled bundle, but it burst open, and he stared in consternation at the charred soles, and scorched uppers.

How the devil did you do that?

I was caught in one of the break-throughs, where the fire jumped a break.

I heard there were Renunciates there. Were you hurt?

Superficial burns on my feet, theyre healed now.

That explains Jaelle

Jaelle? Did she go into the fire lines? Oh, I wish Id seen her

She didnt go; Peter told me shes pregnant, Monty said. She couldnt have gotten Medical clearance, though she wanted to come and even made noises about it.

Magda said a proper How nice, but inside she felt a curious sinking cold. So Jaelle would give Peter the son he wanted so much.

We can go down here and get your feet measured for boots, he said, and then we can sit and talk awhileits not forbidden to sit and talk to me in a public place, is it?

Magda shrugged. Not at Festival, certainly. Its not commonplace, but at Festival we do as we please. And if they saw her sitting in a public place with a man,, they could hardly think& She cut that thought off in the middle, defiant; let them think what they wished. Again in the person of a mute servant, he handed her package while she arranged with a cobbler to have the soles replaced and bargained for a new pairhe had none to fit her, but if she could return in three hours he would have the soles patched on the old ones and they would serve till the new were ready.

Magda paid for the work, grateful for the money she had earned helping Rafaella; even after paying her tithes to the house, she had enough for the mended boots and for the new pair. Anyway, she had some back pay in the Terran Zone, banked there, and she should arrange to convert some of it to Darkovan money; she had not needed much in the Guild House but that was more good luck than good management. Food and clothing were available in return for the help she gave in maintaining the House, and now that Rafaella had accepted her in Jaelles place and given her work she could do theresorting loads, packaging travel-food into separate day rationsshe had begun to pay her share. When she had finished at the bootstall she walked down the street and Monty caught up again with her.

Now where can I talk to you?

What is this all about?

You know that perfectly well, he said, exasperated. I need a report from youI told you that when I came there before. Were going to have eight of them down in Medic Cholayna told me the other day. We need to know more about what makes them tick. Youre the only expert we have on Darkovan women.

Ask Jaelle, Magda said, and he laughed.

Im afraid shes a little too prickly for me. In a society like this one, I can see how women who had gotten out of it would be a little bit on the defensivewhat I cant imagine is how she came to marry Haldane. Can you explain it?

Since I think you know that he and I were married once, I suppose that question is purely rhetorical.

No, Monty said, suddenly serious. Not at all. Working in the field and seeing the different way men treat women in the Darkovan culture has caused me to re-examine some of my own values. I wonder, sometimes, if perhaps women really prefer a culture where theyre looked after. Cared about. Cherished and protected. We make such a big thing of equality, but the women here seem happy enough Oh, there are exceptions, but seriously, Magda he had spoken her Terran name, but she did not correct him, since no one was near enough to hear, it seems to make sense, to give women supremacy in their own sphere, and not bring them into direct competition; let them have one place where they can be really superior, and keep it separate. Lots of societies work that way& hell, you had anthropology and sociology of culture on Alpha, you know what Im talking about.

I dont like the assumptions behind that kind of culture, Magda said sharply. Why should everything be divided up into what women do and what men do?

Well why shouldnt they? It happens anyway; its just that some societies admit it, and others try to pretend it doesnt exist. Most women are less competitive, less athleticwhy should a society be based on the exceptions? I dont see anything wrong with a man spending his life in, for instance, dress, but I wouldnt force all men to wear dresses, for instance, so that the few who want to wont feel conspicuous. I remember one nursery school I was in where they wouldnt let the boys play with trucks and spaceships because they said we shouldnt get stereotyped. There were a couple of little girls there who really wanted to play dolls and the nurses kept shoving them at the spaceships and trying to get them to play football.

So youd give the girls the dolls and the boys the spaceships, and leave it at that?

Monty shrugged. Why not, as long as the girls who want the spaceships and toy trucks get a chance to try them out now and then? But I never got up the slightest interest in playing dolls, no matter how many they shoved into my little hands. At least on Darkover they would have taken it for granted that since I was a boy, I had a right to act like one.

Magda chuckled. Well, I never had to fight for my chance at a doll or a toy truck. I usually spent my time with paints and listening to my mother play the harp. And dancing. Remember I grew up in Caer Donn.

I envy you, he said seriously. A wonderful chance, to grow up in the world you really live in& you know my father. He has lived thirty years on Darkover and still cant tolerate the light of the red sun because he lives all the time under Terran-style lights.

Dont envy me, Monty, she said, matching his seriousness. Its not an enviable option, to grow up never knowing where you belong, notnot knowing the recognition signals. I was never really Darkovan, and my young friends knew it. And I knew it. Oh, God, I knew it! And when I went to the Terrans it was worse& how the devil did I get into all this?

He smiled. He had, she realized, a nice smile. I admit I led you into it, he said, I wanted to hear what made you tick. Youre the expert, you know, on Darkovan culture and language, That doesnt surprise me, I dont think any man has the power of observation about details that a good woman can have.

Im glad you admit us to that competence, she said dryly. I wondered if perhaps you thought my proper sphere of influence was judging suitable clothing.

Well, thats one of them, he said equably, and youre living proof that a woman can pass better than a man.

Well, in a Guild House, anyway, she said, losing the impulse to argue with him.

Look, you keep saying you want better understanding between Darkover and the Empire. Start contributing to it, then. Help me understand.

That sounded reasonable. While she was thinking it over, he said, You have two or three hours to kill, anyhow, while your boots are getting ready. We wont make it a formal report. Just come back to HQ with me, and we can have a drink in my quarters while you put some basic reports on file for me. And show me how to access your other reports, or how to get clearance to work with them, okay? Good God, girl, dont you even know your work is posted as the standard of excellence not only here, but all over the Empire? Even when I was still on Alpha I heard about Lornes work on Cottman Four, and I was hoping Id be put on assignment with you!

Flattery, Magda thought; hes trying to get what he wants. Thats all. But after the discouragement and self-doubt of the last weeks it touched something so deep in her that she could not help feeling warmed and satisfied by the words.

All right. If I can have a few minutes to get down to the credit transfer department&

All the time you want, he said amiably, having made his point.

Going in through the Spaceforce-guarded gate, it felt like the times she had come back with Peter from a field assignment, still in field clothes, but ready to take off her Darkovan persona and return to her true self. I believed then that it was my true self and the Darkovan Margali only a mask. What is the truth? She was no longer sure.

His quarters were in Unmarried Personnel, not too far from her own old rooms; he found her a seat, asked what she would have to drink.

Coffee, she said without a moments hesitation, if you had to ask me what one thing I missed most, that would be it& that, and a hot shower in the morning.

He went to dial it from the comsole. Pretty primitive in the Guild House?

Oh, no, she said, flicked again on the raw by that assumption. They have hot baths, hot tubs to soak in, everything& its just that they have a different lifestyle and a different set of priorities. Some things you have to be brought up to; they take it for granted that a nice cold bath is just what you need to wake up in the morning, and hot water is a nighttime indulgence. And Ive had to adapt. She laughed, turning the coffee cup between her hands. I never realized how Terran I was until I had to be Darkovan 28 hours a day, ten days a week. She sipped the coffee; it still tasted good to her, despite the sudden strangeness; she wondered if the caffeine in it, now that she was unaccustomed to it, would give her some unexpected high.

Well, now. What do you need to know? Languages? Thats simplesleep with the corticator tape for at least seven days. Too many people here try to cheatthey can get along after one or two days so they never go back, and that takes time; I grew up on the language, of course, in fact I probably made the tapes youre using, but when I learned the Dry-Town language I slept with it for two full tendays. You have to know it, not on the surface, but where it counts, down in your guts. There was some excuse when we didnt have the tapes in full, but now we do. Program the subconscious all the way, not just the superficial language course. You have clearance to use a Braniff-Alpha level corticator, dont you?

Ive always been nervous about it. I dont like the idea of anything mucking around with my very nerve synapses!

Its the only way you can get it on the same level youd have gotten it when you were a child, she said. And its better than being deaf and dumb!

Thats for sure, Monty laughed. Now can you put in a report on the Free Amazonsoh, pardon me, Renunciates

She corrected his pronunciation slightly, knowing it was temporizing. But a dozen of her sisters would be working here in Medic. She was, in a sense, doing this for the Guild. Monty found her a scribing machine, and Magda sat down to her work.

The name Guild of Free Amazons, commonly used by Terrans and in the Empire, she began, is a romantic misconception, based on a Terran legend of a tribe of independent women. The true name of the Guild in their language could be better translated as the Order of Oath-Bound Renunciates, and went on from there, explaining what she knew about the history and original charter of the Amazon movement, which had begun formally in Thendara only about 300 years ago, and for almost half of that time had been a highly secret movement, operating underground, with only a single concealed Guild House which operated almost like a cloistered convent; only recently, in the last hundred years, had the Amazons begun to operate openly and build other Houses of Refuge.

She heard, for a while, Monty moving around the quarters, then lost consciousness of him as she went on making her report; she translated the text of the oath and explained some of its more obscure provisions, mentioned some of the taboos and courtesies of the Amazons among themselves and those observed by the common people toward them, including the incredible hostility toward Free Amazons found among the commoner women in the Kilghard Hills. But when it came to speaking of the common accusation that they were haters of men and lovers of women, she found it difficult to keep the detachment of the trained anthropologist. She welcomed, in a sense, the ability to recapture her Terran self, to remain an outsider; but when she began to speak of this she hesitated, played back what she had said, then wiped the last ten minutes and substituted some vague generalities about relationships of the Amazons with men on the fire lines. Monty came in again while she was finishing this up, and said, Now I understand how your boots got in such a mess. Tell meyou were out in the edge of the Kilghard Hills, then, as the fire was coming down toward Thendara?

Magda nodded. He said, I ordered us up some lunch; dictating is hungry work and your throat must be dry, at least. He set a tray in front of her, and she smelled it appreciatively. Terran food & she told herself defensively that she had been brought up on Darkovan foods and liked them but that she was enjoying the change, it was nice to have something different. She had forgotten the completely different textures of synthetic foods, and tasted them exploringly.

He drew up a chair, digging into his own meal, looking appreciatively at the pile of narrow spindles she had piled up. Thats marvelous, he said fervently, Youll get a footnote in history or something, and I wont deny that Ill get a footnote to the footnote for talking you into it!

She chuckled, shoving aside a tube of apple-flavored synthetic. The stuff, she decided, was as bland and flavorless as she remembered it. You ought to have a footnote on your own. Or arent you planning to follow in the Old Mans footsteps?

Montys laugh created sudden intimacy between them. You know, and I know, that my father is no more fit to be Coordinator on a planet like Darkover than that donkey in one of your folk talesDuran, was it?

Durraman, she said. The one who starved to death between two bales of hay because he couldnt decide which one to bite into first&

Seriously, its not his fault, Magda; he wanted to command a space station, it was what he was trained for; he got in with the wrong political crowd, Monty said. My good fortune, of course, this was my world from the moment I could decide& more coffee?

She shook her head, pushing the tray away. That was good, she admitted, for a change, anyway.

He glanced at his chronometer, which kept Empire time. You dont need to hurry; your boots wont be ready for another hour, he said, but I hate to ask you to do any more dictating; youve done a heroic job already. I cant thank you enough, but youll find a bonus on your credit when you get back& by the way, when are you coming back? The Old Man was talking about a special liaison post created just for you&

Forty days more to fulfill my obligation to the Guild House; after that, Im not sure. I might apply to change citizenship

Oh, dont do that, he said quickly. Empire citizenship is too valuable for that; Haldane put through for citizenship for Jaelle, so their kid will be born a full citizen. Be as Darkovan as you like, but hang on to your citizenship. Just in case.

Yes, that was the Terran way. Defend against all contingencies, never make a full commitment without leaving a way of escape. Cover yourself. She glanced again at her timepiece. I should run up to Intelligence HQ, now theyve got one, and check in with Cholayna

Shes off duty, Monty said, and I happen to know she went to the Meditation Center and put through a notice not to be disturbed for at least eighteen hours. I suspect shes in an isolation tank or somethingshe belongs to one of those queer Alphan religions. Very odd lady, though its good to have someone really competent in Intelligence. Only one drawback; she cant do her own fieldwork. So we have to depend on you. Could I ask a personal favor, Magda?

You can always ask, she said, smiling, and suddenly knew that in a sense she was flirting with him, letting the personal part of their communication take over momentarily from the business one, as a way of flattering him& was this worthy of an Amazon? It was the Terran way. She had never noticed it before, but now she knew she was doing it, and heard the harsh voice of Rafaella, is it so important to you that a man must consider you beautiful? Rafaella certainly was not the one to talk, she had three sons by three different fathers& at least Camilla, who was a lover of women, was consistent! But through all her doubts it was reassuring, that she could still attract attention, not only professionally, but as a woman.

You know how to pass as a native. Haldane can do the same thing. I will take the Braniff-Alpha corticatorsI will believe it is safe if you say sobut can you tell me what I am doing wrong, so that in the Old Town I can pass as a native, as you and Haldane and Cargill do?

Why not ask them? They are men and would know what is necessary for a man&

No, he said. Id trust a woman to spot a man and a man to spot a woman, any day. For instance I think Id spot you even if you wore Darkovan clothes& I mean, when you werent off guard, as you are here; I think Id read you in the market, for instance. You dont walk quite like themno, its your eyes; you dont keep them down, not in quite the same way. You he groped for words, you keep them down but I can tell youre doing it deliberately, not automatically. Is that just being a Renunciate?

Maybe, in part. Though youre right; I always had some trouble with that. You get into your Darkovan outfit and Ill tell you what youre doing wrong. And while youre doing it, I need to get down to credit transfer& oh, damn, I cant go into HQ in this outfit, Ill set off every alarm in the place!

One of the women in my office is about your size, and she lives just down the hall; let me go borrow a spare uniform for you.

She acquiesced, warning him not to tell anyone who it was for. She did not want, on her day off, to be flooded with old acquaintances eager to know all the details of her curious field assignment. When he came back with it he stood aside and let her change in his sleeping quarters. She was surprised at how naked she felt in the narrow tunic and tights, after months of the loose, unrevealing Amazon dress. She was conscious of her cropped hairshort even for a Terran, but she brushed it into a fairly smart coiffure, and Monty had thoughtfully asked for a few cosmetics as well so that she could make up properly. As she stepped out he whistled admiringly.

In that outfit you were wearing, I didnt realize what a smasher you were!

Again she laughed, realizing how far she had come from such compliments. It felt familiar and strange at once to walk down the HQ halls, knowing that the uniform made her invisible, just another employee with a right to be there. It was different and somehow comforting to drop her individual identity and slip into anonymity.

Soon she would be out of seclusion. Would they want her back here? If so, then she must acknowledge to all her sisters that she was Terran; would they hate her for it? When she got back, Monty was in Darkovan clothing again and she applied herself to critical study.

Your hair is too short. To look really right, you would have to let it grow down at least to here. She brushed a fingertip along his neckline. Now walk for me& and she watched him seriously. Finally she said, frowning, I know what it is. You walk tootoo lightly, unencumbered. Darkovan men& all of them, except beggars and cripples& grow up wearing a sword, and even when theyre not wearing it, theyre wearing it, if you know what I mean. Here, she said, picking up the Amazon knife she had laid aside. Belt this ontry walking with it. Its not a sword, of course

It sure looks like one.

Legally its not, Magda said.

By law and charter no Amazon may wear a sword.

What is the difference? Monty asked, studying the blade. It did, Magda realized, look very much like what any Terran would call a sword. About three inches, she admitted dryly, and they laughed together as he belted it on.

No, you are leaning to one side to compensate. And keep your wrist a little back so you wont be knocking against the hilt; remember when you first started wearing a wrist-radio and had to learn not to bang it into things? Wrist backlowerso it wont get in the way but you could draw it at once if you had to. You have to psych yourself into it; you grew up wearing it, you started wearing and training with it when you were about eight, you never went out without it, you would feel as naked if it wasnt there as if you forgot to put your pants on in the morning.

Good God, Monty exclaimed. I knew the culture was aggressive, but do they really start their youngsters at eight?

The valley men. In the mountains the kids start carrying daggers almost as soon as they can walk, and using them, too. Its just part of the realities of their world; there are plenty of things bigger than they are, out there. And until you can feel that down in your guts, not just know it intellectually, youll never have more than a superficial understanding of what its like to be a man on Darkover. Their women are less protected than our menthere were women on the fire lines and they werent all Renunciates, either! After a minute she suggested, You should get yourself a sword and wear it all the time around your quarters in here.

How in the world do I sit down in the thing?

Thats the point, Magda said. Wear it for six weeks, and youll know. Youll be able to sit down with it and get up with it and walk with it and work with it and run with it, and slide into a seat in a tavern without bashing the next guy with it.

He followed that, nodded slowly. Haldane did all that?

Damn right, and more; his father actually let him work out with an arms-master with the other boys his age in the village where we grew up. In Empire uniform, he told me once, he feels undressed. We both do. She glanced self-consciously at her long legs in the thin tights. And I have to change back before I leave. She headed in to the inner room to take off her uniform, adding, Also, dance as much as you can. Men here start learning it when theyre about five. Like everybody else.

I did hear that, Monty said. The old proverbget three Darkovans together and they hold a dance. I did some work in ballet as well as martial arts before I came back here& studied gravity-dancing on Alpha.

That explains it, she said. How you manage to pass at all; you dont walk quite like the average Terran who has no notion of how to move. I noticed that you were graceful. Most Darkovans think Terrans are incredibly clumsy. Dancethey sayis one of the very few wholly human activities; most things are also done by animals, but theres a saying: only men laugh, only men dance, only men weep.

Ive noticed that, he said, the way both men and women move, gracefully& you move like them he added, like a feather&

She was suddenly self-conscious about the way he was looking at her. I must go and change, she said. Not even a whore would go out on the streets like this.

He did not look away. I cannot decide which way I like you better. Darkovan women are so modest, so he hesitated, searching for a word, so womanly. It makes me more conscious of myself as a man. Yet in your Amazon clothing you seem to be trying to negate all that, to be distant. And in uniformyou are very beautiful, Magda, he said, and came over to her. He turned her slowly round and kissed her. I have been wanting to do that since I first set eyes on you that day in the Guild House when you were so angry with me. And now when I know you are not some sort of shrew or spitfire but a beautiful womanand, and, so many things, a colleague and a friend and a woman too he stopped talking and kissed her again.

She said after a minute, softly, Am I really so intimidating?

Not now. Dont go and change, Magda, stay with me here awhile& and he drew her against him. Letting him kiss her again, she felt again the curious ambivalence. She liked him. She did not want him to be attracted to her this way. Yet it was reassuring, to know that even through her defenses, she was still desirablehe kissed her bare neck, and she drew away, troubled.

No, she said in a low voice, Monty, no. I came here with you for work, not fornot for this.

He did not move away. It is not true what they saythat the Amazons are haters of men and lovers of women, is it?

And that is what they say, and now I am wondering is it true? One of the women said it once in Training Session& that a woman who gives her love to men is traitor to other women, that men are always trying to reduce us only to something they can, or cannot, have as a sexual conquest, because it means they do not have to take us seriously. He was talking about how my work is the standard of excellence here& does he need to seduce me simply to prove that for all that, I am no more than a woman to be taken?

Nevertheless she let him draw her down on the couch, gave herself over to his kisses. She was uneasily conscious of her own response.

I dont want to. I have lived alone and celibate for more than a year, I should be eager. Hes a very nice person, but I really dont want to. Whats wrong with me? I should never have let it go this far. If she were going to stop him she should have done it swiftly and decisively when he made the first move, she had let him think she wanted it too. It would be cheap and small-minded to stop him now.

Its not as if I were a virgin, for heavens sake!

After a time he whispered This is foolish, Magda, kissing like children, with all our clothes onwere both rational grownup people. You do want me too, dont you?

Do I? Do I not? Or do I simply want to reassure myself that I am still capable of reacting to a man, that I have not become an alien sexless thinglike Camillawhy am I thinking now of Camilla? That frightened her. She looked up at him and smiled.

Of course I do, she said clearly, but I never go to bed with a man before I know his first name.

He laughed down at her with relief and pleasure. His eyes were dark and shining, his face flushed. Oh, thats all right then, he said, accenting the absurdity, I dont use it because theres no Darkovan equivalent. That doesnt bother my father but it does bother me, I dont like having a name no one can pronounce, so Im Monty. My name is Wade. I really ought to take a Darkovan given name for myself, I just havent made up my mind yet. Isnt that ridiculous? But if thats all it takes He leaned down to her, laughing, and she smiled and let him draw her down again to the couch.

When she was dressing again, before his mirror, he came and touched her face gently.

You are so lovely, he said in a soft voice, but in those clothes you look so hard and strange. I hate to see you hide yourself in them, even now that I know it is a lie, that you are not really like that.

She said, laying her hand lightly on his arm, No, Monty. Its not a lie. It isit is part of what I am. Can you understand?

No, he said, Never. But Ill try. Shall we have that drink now? He was trying to accept her lightness but she liked him a little better now that she knew it was not entirely casual with him.

It was not casual with me either. I liked him and he is a friend, even if it meant no more than that. Is it wrong to wish to give pleasure to a friend, even if he is a man? She sat beside him, drinking, knowing that he needed somehow to stay close to her through this strangeness. She wished she could make him understand that it was strange to her too.

To give myself only in my own time and season & the words of the Oath rang in her head. But I dont know what that means anymore. Was I using him for my own needs& not sexual needs, but the need of demonstrating to myself that I could still attract a man? Is that what the Oath means, to use men for our needs instead of letting them use us for theirs? Dont we both have needs?

Its hard, he said, fumbling, to get involved or not to get involved. II dont want to get married. And yet I just cant get that interested in, in the kind of women I might find in the red-light district. I played around a little becausebecausethis isnt going to make sensein a way they were Darkover to me. The only part of it I could have. The real world is a billion light-years away from those girls, and I know it, yet I can could have them, at least in a limited sense, and I couldnt have the rest. Do you understand what Im saying? And, oh, hell, it suddenly occurred to me, this woman knows, I can level with her& you know, I really didnt invite you up here to seduce you, it never crossed my mind

Never mind, Monty. Things happen. As you said, were both grown up. She sipped from his glass and patted his hand. How absurd that she should be the one to reassure him!

Perhaps you can show me where to find a sword? Id like to try that thing you told me about, he said, and she nodded.

Of course. Although, really, Peter would know more about it. He really knows weapons, and Im no judge, though Ive been taught a little, a very little really, about using them. Peter really is an expert.

All right, Ill ask him, though I really dont know him that well. Actually I know his wife a little better; we work together a lot. Jaelle. You know her, dont you, shes your friend?

My oath-mother in the Guild. Its a very special relationship, Magda said, and wondered why the thought filled her with such pain. What had come between them, that they were no longer close friends as they once had been? She did not want to think about that.

Shes a nice little thing, Monty said, and she seems so isolated here, out of her depth. Oh, competentvery competent. But she looks so sad. She must really be crazy in love with that man, to have left her world for him. A woman who would do that for a manoh, hell, he broke off, as the door-chime made its discreet announcing burp, Ill see who that is and try to get rid of them, shall I?

Not on my account, Monty, I really have to go and get my boots, she said, as he went to the door.

Oh, come in, Li. You know Lorne from Intelligence?

Cholaynas filled me full of stories about her, Alessandro Li said, bending over her hand. Magda picked up her knife and began to belt it on, fancying that Alessandro Lis eyes followed her. She flushed, knowing it was foolish. He could not possibly know what had happened between them and probably would not care if he did. She said, Ask Peter about it, Monty. He can get you a good one, and I understand buying swords is a specialized businessyou have to know what you are doing, and on a metal-poor planet like this, they are not cheap! But its a lifetime investment.

Thinking of taking up swordplay, Monty?

No, but Ill never be able to pass in the field until I learn to handle them, or at least to look as if I knew how, Monty said.

Not the kind of thing that would attract me, Li said offhand. I really do know your work. Miss Lorne, its a pleasaure to meet you. Jaelle gave me the Darkovan name of Aleki, by the way.

She nodded. Living here, its a good idea to have one, to learn to answer to it and think of it as your name, an automatic reflex.

Thats whats wrong with Father, Monty said suddenly, he cant think of himself as having anything to do with this world. Afterhow long? Eleven, thirteen, years, he still feels like an alien.

Well, after all, Aleiki said, he is alien. Its not healthy useful for our work, maybe, but not healthyto get to thinking of ones self as belonging to an alien world. I dont think its ever right to lose sight of the fact that its a pretense, a mask& to let the mask become real. Granted, when we appoint a Legate here, he should be a man who feels real concern for the natives, and can identify with them. But he should be a career Empire man first and foremost. Take Haldane, for instance. Hes smart, he knows this planet backward and forward, and hes got a mind like the proverbial steel trap. When hes a bit olderof course I dont have to tell either of you that its going to depend in part on my report whether they set up a Legate in here or not, and when. Haldanes sharp and ambitiouscouple of bad spots in his record, but hes young yet, and hes learning. What about it. Miss Lorne? Do you think Peter Haldane would make a good Legate, or are you the right one to ask? You were married to him once, werent you?

I dont know if I am the right person to ask or not, she said, I like him, but Im not blind to his faults, if thats what you mean. Of course hed do better as Coordinator than Russ Montray. Who wouldnt? But she glanced apologetically at Monty. Anyone would. I would.

You could have a shot at Coordinator if it were most worlds, but not on Darkover, Aleki said. Its just one of those things; this society wont accept a woman in the job. If you want a Coordinators job somewhere else, Lorne, I can put you up for it. Not here, though. But you were telling me what you thought about Haldane

Im not sure the mistakes hes made are reversible, she said slowly, almost with apology, or whether they mean a flaw in his imagination. But hes committed to Darkover and wants to stay here.

I dont know, Aleki demurred, in a key position like this, you want a man whos unquestionably loyal to Empire, who puts Empire first and the particular planet second

Magda shook her head. If it was up to me, she said, Id want a man who thought of the planet firstjust to counterbalance all those bureaucrats who are going to put the Empire first; a Legate ought to be a spokesman for the planet itself.

Thats a job for their Senators and other key men in Empire government, Aleki said, though its true that they do sometimes think of a Legate as a man to speak up for the world in question. Different theories of how to appoint people, thats all. Thats why, even if the Darkovans would accept a woman in the job, you wouldnt make it higher than Coordinator; your service record shows you have a tendency to go nativethink from a planetary, not an Empire point of view, and a Legate cant be provincial, planet-minded. Haldane, at least, seems to be working hard to develop a larger point of view. He accepted the drink Monty poured for him. Oh, thanks.

No more for me, Magda said, A Renunciate cant go around the streets drunk, not even at Festival! More coffee, though; thats wonderful.

Monty indicated the pile of spindles on the table beside the couch. He said, Miss Lorne came in on her day off and added to our files on the Renunciates.

And now I am off to spend the rest of the day with the women from the Guild House

Dont go yet, Aleki said,  Ive been wanting to have a talk with you ever since Jaelle mentioned you. I looked up everything about you in Records. While I was out on the fire lines, I saw some women from Neskaya Guild House

We were there from Thendara, too, Magda said, but I didnt see you.

You wouldnt have noticed me if you did, Alessandro Li said, good-naturedly. I was supposed to be deaf and dumb, and a servant.

Monty chuckled. Thats just what Magda told me I had better be, walking through the streets this morning!

You were in the Kilghard Hills, Aleki said. Do you know anything about he hesitated over the word, the Comyn?

All I know is in my report from Ardais, Magda said, conscious that she was evading him, and he scowled. Not enough. Somehow I think the Comyn, whoever or whatever they are, are the key to this whole crazy planet. You know how it is; normally they come to us, begging to join with the Empire eager for technology, all the benefits of a star-spanning Empire, but these people think their own little frozen ball of mud is the center of the whole damn universe!

You cant blame them for that, Magda said. Doesnt everyone?

Not a question of blame. But Darkover is an anomaly and Id like to know why. I cant ask Jaelle much about the ComynI gather shes related to some of them. We dont have any men in the fieldwe heard a rumor around the Trade City, a few years ago, of some kind of power struggle in the Comyn. Had to do with something they call the Towers, some kind of rebellion led by a man called Lord Damon Ridenowand when I went out fighting fire, there he was bossing the whole job.

Well, you ought to know whats going on out there, then, said Magda, Youve got one of the best men in the field I ever met. Id never have spotted him, but we were trapped together behind the fire, and I heard him swearing in Terran. And then she was struck with doubt; had she heard him or had she picked it up with that special extra sense she seemed to be developing?

Best man in the field? What the devil are you talking about? Aleki demanded, We dont have any men on Alton lands. The only field Intelligence man we have thats really good is Kadarin, and he and Cargill are out in the Dry Towns. Who are you talking about?

They call him Dom Anndra, Magda began, and broke off at the sudden fierce look of triumph on Alekis face.

I knew it. I knew it, damn it, for all their talk about contracts and this man being in the legitimate employ of Lord Damon! Hes managed to get himself so well in there because he has no known ties with Intelligenceand theres some talk that the Darkovan nobility use psi powers, so we couldnt ever plant an undercover Intelligence man on them! Theyd read him, read his mind, but this one, somehow they managed to do a real undercover operation; crash his plane out there, have him listed as dead, and now you say this Anndrahell, I saw the man, running all over as Lord Damons special sidekick, and I never spotted him myself as Intelligence!

I dont think its like that at all, Magda said, remembering the man she had met in the stables that morning. This man was one of them, no longer torn between two conflicting worlds; he had found a home. The Empire has him listed as dead. Maybe he wants it that way.

But Aleki was not listening. Ive got to find out what he knows. Just now, when were making really crucial decisions about Darkover, he could be the key to the whole thing.

Conflicting Oaths. As much as the Renunciate Oath meant to her, she was in a sense sworn here too. She was Terran, though she did not want to be, and the thought terrified her. She rose decisively.

I really have to go, Monty. As he rose to escort her, she shook her head. No, no, I was finding my way around this place when you were still studying for the Service entrance exams!

She could see that hurt him. Was he so conscious of himself as novice and of her as expert? He doesnt deserve anything but good from me. I used him and I despise myself for it, and now Im trying to make him feel small. What a bitch I am! She let him put his arm round her.

Are you going to the Festival Ball in Comyn Castle?

A Renunciate? My dear! She had to laugh. The people in the castle dont know we exist; theyd invite you people first!

Well, that is exactly what they have done, Monty began, and Aleki said, As it happens I will be there myself; I came here to tell Monty, and that was one reason I was pleased to find you here, Miss Lorne. He handed Monty a sheet of elegant parchment.

As you can see, it requests the Coordinator, with chosen members of his staff and suite, to attend the Ball as a gesture of good will between Terrans and Darkover, he said, and people who have lived here a long time, know how to behave properly, dance well and so forthsuch as you, Miss Lorne.

As a matter of fact, I did know, Monty said. The old man mentioned it. But what with one thing and another, I never got to mention it to you, Magda. His grin struck her as oddly boyish and vulnerable, a side of him she had never seen, hiding behind the hard masks Empire men wore. Peter had shown her this side too, and she wondered if all men had it, even Darkover men like Dom Gabriel or Kyril Ardais, hiding behind the imposed roles of their society. Men are as much trapped in their social roles as women. Arent they? But they at least had the benefits of those roles; it was easier to play the role of master than of slave!

Her first impulse was to refuse at once. A Renunciate at Festival Ball, and as part of the Terran delegation? If anyone who had seen her at the Guild House was there, her careful cover of half a year would go up in smoke.

But they would have to know who she was, sooner or later. She was Terran; why pretend she was not? And it might just be the first chance any Terran woman had ever had or would ever haveto attend Festival Ball in Comyn Castle!

You can fill me in on everything I need to know, Aleki said, and keep me from making any real social blunders&

And my father will be leading the delegation, said Monty, You owe it to all of us to come and keep him from doing something disgraceful.

Oh, surely Jaelleor Peter

Im not sure Jaelle likes me, Aleki said, Shes civil enough, but I get the feeling somehow that shes fighting me. Haldane resents me, and I dont blame him. His careers here on this world, and I come and then I go but still he knows my report can make or break him. Theres no way hes ever going to like me. Id like to go with someone whos not hostile to me.

She sighed and nodded. When you put it that way, of course.

Do you have anything to wear? Or shall I have them requisition something for you?

I can do better than that. At Midwinter, Lady Rohana gave me a gownI wondered when Id ever have a chance to wear it again.

Shall I fetch you from the Guild House? Monty asked, and she laughed merrily.

Heavens, no! I can imagine the talk that would cause! I love my sisters, but they have one trait I despise in womenthey gossip! I dont grudge them their funbut I dont want to be part of it either. Ill meet you in the street near the castle.

She gave Aleki her hand; Monty insisted on taking her to the door.

I like him better as a colleague than a lover. I would rather be his friend than his mistress. Reluctantly, she let him take a farewell kiss; she did not want to hurt him.

Walking back through the streets, she remembered that Jaelle had once accused her of being too protective toward men. Probably true, she thought, Im stronger than most of the men I know, and theyre so damned easy to hurt. The Amazons say its wrong to hurt a woman; why is it right to hurt a man?

Or have so many of them suffered so much at the hands of menCamilla, for instancethat they no longer believe men can be hurt at all, but are always superior and invulnerable?

She could feel for Montyalone and friendless on a strange worldbecause she remembered when she had been alone on the Alpha colony for training, a stranger from a pioneer world, an exotic, a difficult conquest, there were so many men who had wanted to seduce her because she was alien and different; not because of who or what she was. She had been so lonely. She was lonely now&

Men are so weak. Or do I surround myself with men who are weak, because the strong ones would challenge me too much?

There was no one on hall duty, but Rezi came, her hands floury from the kitchen, to let her in.

Some of our sisters from Bellarmes Guild House are here for Festival, and you will be going to the womens dance tonight, wont you? Camilla said she was going with you.

Magda thought she really would have preferred the womens dance to the dance in the public square of Thendara, but she shook her head. I am sorry; I am promised elsewhere. I did not think Camilla would have involved me in her plans without asking.

Rezi made a rueful gesture. Very well; but do not come and weep in my lap if Camilla is angry with you!

Magda flared, I am not Camillas property nor is she mine!

Rezi laughed and shook her head. You and Camilla must settle your lovers quarrels without me.

Magda went up the stairs frowning. It had never occurred to her that Camilla might expect, or feel she had a right to expect her company at Midsummer. I should have known. Oath-sisters are family. If it came to that, she thought she would rather be with Camilla, or even with Rezin whom she really did not know well or like much, than with Monty and Aleki and the whole damned Terran delegation! But she had given her word, and it was important to her work.

She spread her holiday gown on the bed to air; she had showered in the Terran HQ, so she set about brushing up her short hair; while she was at it, Camilla came into the room and stopped short in delighted amazement.

How pretty you look, breda! But that gown is too fine for the womens dance; our sisters from Bellarmes have been on the road for days and have only traveling-wear, and many of the women will be poor widows and the like who would live with us in the Amazon house if they could, but they have children or aging parents they must care for. Festival gowns like that would make them feel very shabby, so we usually do not dress up at all for the womens dances. Besides, dresses like that are only to attract men!

Oh, Camilla, I am sorry! But I cannot go to with you to the womens dance, I am expected elsewhere&

Camillas low voice was filled with ripples of amusement. And no doubt you have been invited to Comyn Castle and Lord Hastur himself will lead you out to dance!

Magda began weakly to giggle. I dont know about Lord Hastur, she began, but the truth is, Camilla& oh, youll never believe this! She broke off; she could hardly tell Camilla about the Terrans and Alessandro Lis insistence that it was her duty to come.

Fortunately Camilla assumed at once that she had had the invitation through Jaelle, who was her oath-mother; and an invitation from Comyn amounted, after all, to a royal command.

How splendid! You must tell me all about it afterward, breda. You have no jewels, but I have a necklace of firestones I can lend you; it is just the color to look beautiful with that dress, she said, and went to fetch it. When Camilla brought it, Magda stared at the precious jewels.

Camilla, its too much, I cant take that

Why not? What is mine is yours, Camilla said simply, and it is for sure I shall never dance at Comyn Castle with the Hasturs! It was my mothers; I saw her only once after she hesitated, after what I told you; but when she died, it was sent to me by a messenger. I never wear jewelry; but there is no reason it should lie forever in a box and not be displayed on the throat of a beautiful woman for once. She put it round Magdas neck, and Magda said impulsively, You are beautiful to me, Camilla!

Camilla laughed. I did not know you suffered also from poor eyesight with all your other troubles, she said, but she smiled at Magda, and caught her close in a quick embrace. The Comyn ball ends at midnight, she said, and we will go on in the public square till dawn. Come and join us afterward.

Magda said impulsively, I would really rather stay with you. I only wish I could.

I would. This isnt a pleasure for me, its going back on duty. Camillas worth any ten of them, and more fun to be with.

Camillas face lighted. She said, Really? and caught Magda closer still, She held Magda tight, her face buried in Magdas hair. She whispered Margali, Margali& you know I love you & and could not go on. After a minute, when her voice was steady again, she said, You are not, like Keitha, a cristoforo& it does not horrify you& and broke off again.

I should have expected this. I have been backing away from it since I came to this house. I discovered this day that it was not a man I wanted. I did not want Peter, and Monty was no better. I should have known all along&

I gave myself to Monty and I did not care for him. And Camilla is my sister, my closest friend here, she has cared for me and stood by me when I was in disgrace, whenever I was alone here and needed a friend, there she stood, asking for nothing, offering me love and devotion. In the name of the Goddess herself, how can I blind myself to the truth, how can I give myself to Monty who is nothing to me, and refuse Camilla this? She kissed Camillas soft greying curls, raised the womans face and kissed her on the lips. Camilla smiled at her, breathless, and Magda said hesitantly, II dont knowno, I am not a cristoforo, the idea does notdoes not trouble me in that way, but 1I dont know, I never thought about it she fell silent, fumbling for words.

Never thought about it, that I could love my friends, instead of responding to men who are after all alien to me& she knew that it was more than this, she was not certain, but if she could try to make Monty happy, when he was nothing to her, she was willingeven eagerto turn to Camilla.

But I dont knowI have never

Camilla stopped her confused words with a kiss; but then, taking Magdas face between her hands, she looked at her seriously.

Do you mean this? Even when you were a young girl, you had no bredhya & ?

Numbly, Magda shook her head. Never. I had no woman friend, not even an ordinary friend, not a lover, till I came to the Guild House. I did not even know that I wanted a woman for a friend until I discovered myself risking my life for Jaelle.

It almost seemed to her that Camilla could read her thoughts a little.

Its all right, love, she said in a whisper. Love is a simple thing, a very simple thing& come and let me show you how simple.

CHAPTER TWO

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There was nothing inside the HQ to distinguish Midsummer from Midwinter. The light was the sameno windows to throw back the heavy winter draperies, no smell of baking in the air, none of the street sounds of merrymaking. But when Peter came in, she managed to find a smile for him.

From behind his back, rather self-consciously, he produced one of the baskets of fruit and flowers that vendors sold at this season in the streets. She was touched; he must have gone into the Old Town for it.

From Midwinter to Midsummer; we have been together half a year, Jaelle. Who could forget that? And when Midwinter comes again, we shall be a family of three. He caught her close in his arms, kissing her, and she felt a flood of warmth for him. He had remembered. But it was not, quite, the old warmth. That was gone forever, and there was only emptiness where it had been. As she nibbled on a piece of the fruit, and went to find something to put the flowers in water, she wondered if this was why Renunciates vowed never to marry di catenas; because that first feeling went away so swiftly& he came up behind her, holding her familiarly and whispering in her ear.

You must find your finest outfit, he murmured, for dancing tonight, even if you dont do much dancing in your condition

I dont really want to go to the public dance in the square, she demurred. Its always so crowded, and there are riffraff sometimes an Amazon will get into fights with men who want to prove something

Nonsense, Peter said. Ill be with you; do you think I would let any man lay hands on my wife? Yes, yes, I know, youre strong, your Oath says you can protect yourself, but if you think Id let a pregnant woman fight& anyhow, theres no question of the public dance, he added. Its a famous first for Darkover, darling, and Im sure you had something to do with it. An invitation has come from Comyn Council for Montray and a delegation from the Terran Headquarters; and of course they specified you and I should make one couple, since you are Darkovan and I have worked so often in the field that I know manners, language, protocol for such things. They are trying to cement good relations by asking certain hand-picked members of the staff

That would certainly leave out Russ Montray, Jaelle said, noting that her tone was acid. Peter shook his head.

Unfortunately the Coordinator cant be left out, but an unofficial word came that Im supposed to stick to his elbow and make sure he doesnt do anything too ghastly. And of course Monty will be there. But youre assigned to stick tight to Cholayna, since shes never been in the field and never will, and shes the only woman here with rank suitable for the Coordinator. I wish we could manage to get Magda from the Guild House but I dont suppose theyd let her go. Between us were hoping to keep the Old Man out of trouble.

Jaelle still cringed at the disrespect in his voice. If the man was so incompetent, they should remove him from office, or at least make sure he was a figurehead without power; as Comyn Council had done with several recent kings, and she supposed they had done with Dom Gabrieleveryone knew Rohana had been the real power behind Ardais, for many years.

Peter directed her eyes to the invitation. Look, we were specially requested  and he pointed. Mr. and Mrs. Peter Haldane&

Men dia prezhiuro& never be known again by the name of father, husband or lover& Peter, she said, her voice dangerously quiet, I am not Mrs. Peter Haldane. I am Jaelle nha Melora. I will not say this to you again.

He flinched, but protested. I know that, love. But the Terrans do not understand, and why does it matter what they call you? It is a legal formality, no more. They probably looked at your name on the payroll listsdont blame me for it.

She let the paper drop with a curious sense of finality. My whole identity gone. Not Jaelle nha Melora. Not even Jaelle, daughter of Jalak. Just an attachment of Peter Haldane, wife, mother of his child& . I am no one. Not here. Peter is right. It doesnt matter.

She saw him relax. I was sure youd be reasonable, he said. Thats my good girl. Clearly without speech she heard him say, I knew youd see it my way. What are you going to wear? You cant go in uniform, or in Amazon breeches&

I suppose I shall wear the green gown Rohana gave me at Midwinter, she said, trying to recapture the excitement of their first dance together, but he did not even remember; he shook his head and said Thats been seen; for this you should have something new and special.

I have dresses at home in the Guild House, but my own clothes would not fit me now. She looked ruefully at her thickening waist. But Rafaella and I have always worn one anothers clothes, and she is heavier than I; her dresses will fit me perfectly now, and she would be glad to lend me one.

How she had twitted Rafaella when her waist had thickened and she could not wear Jaelles clothes!

I cant let you borrow somebody elses used clothes!

Piedro, dont be absurd, what are sisters for?

My wife does not have to borrow clothes, or wear an old, worn dress!

Piedro, she said, reasonably, Rafaella dresses very well, she never wears a Festival gown more than once or twice, and no one here has seen any of them, they might as well be new. It seemed that Piedro was two men again, her lover, and this crazy Terran with his absurd prejudices and notions, standing between her and her beloved Piedro. Be reasonable, Piedro. Where in Thendara would we find a dressmaker who would make us a gown on Festival itself? I must either wear my old green gownthough I cannot think of a gown I have worn but once as oldborrow one from Rafaellaor wear my old breeches, she finished, laughing. There is no other choice!

I hadnt thought of that. It is short notice, isnt it? He frowned, then his eyes lit up. I know, well go down to Costuming and get them to make up something; it isnt a holiday here. Let me have the green gownwell have it copied in some other fabric; do you like blue?

That took the rest of the day, with barely a moment to snatch a bite of dinner before it was time to get dressed. It seemed to Jaelle that she was always snatching at something in haste food, hello-good-bye, a shower, piece of paper with important message, a piece of clothing, a minute for lovemaking. She was getting heartily sick of it, but it wouldnt do to be too late; by the time the dress was sent up by messenger, carefully wrapped in plastic sheeting, she was saving seconds, and looking wistfully at the comfortable trail leathers as she brushed out the curls in her hair. As the yards and yards of skirt spilled from the box, Jaelle gasped; it was exquisite, low-cut, trimmed with marl-fur and embroideries. Then, looking more closely, she realized it was not spider-silk, nor fur& there was not an inch of honest thread in it. Just chemicals, all artificial, like all Terran clothing. Darkovan made, it would have cost a seasons income from a good-sized estate, but it was a sham, a fraud.

Peter, I cant wear this!

But he was in the shower and could not hear, and by the time he had turned off the water, she knew she could not refuse. He had spent a weeks pay on having it made up so quickly; he could have requisitioned it from Costume as a work expense and turned it back for recycling afterward, but he knew her aversion to recycling things and had paid for it and arranged for her to keep it as a Midsummer-gift.

Yet how could she wear this artificial gown? She would look like a Terran masquerading as Darkovan& well, that is what I am. Mrs Peter Haldane. Part of the Terran delegation. As she struggled with the hooks, she wrinkled her nose; it didnt smell right. She rummaged in her drawer, bringing out the small silken sachet packet Magda had given her. Her first sewing project, Magda had told her, apologizing for the crooked stitches; the uneven straggling stitchery reminded Jaelle suddenly of Camilla, her first year in the Guild House, teaching a small bewildered Dry-town child to sew.

I always thought I would grow up in chains. I had forgotten that. She remembered her first year in the house; maturity had come upon her. In the Guild House it was a happy celebration, admitting her to the company of women, where in Shainsa it would have meant she would be ceremonially chained. Yet here I am again in chains& and she was horrified at herself. Kindra had said it so often; it was better to wear chains in truth than to weight yourself with invisible chains and pretend that you are free. Oh. mother, mother, I wish I could talk to you& I cannot even remember my own mothers face. Only Kindras&

What are you doing, chiya? Peter asked, coming out of the shower, naked, and starting to get into his breeches. She showed him the sachet and he nodded.

Ive seen Magda do that; she used to buy all her clothes in the old Town when she couldshe said the stuff from Costume never smelled rightand she never took off a dress without rubbing the seams with sweet spice, and she taught me to do it too. She caught the familiar scent of incense from his cloak as he slung it about his shoulders.

Thats whats wrong with Aleki, Jaelle said abruptly. His clothes come from Costume; he doesnt smell right in them.

Right; I knew there was something and I couldnt put my finger on it, Peter said. Ill mention it to him, shall I? Might come better from a manyou look lovely, preciosa. Lets go.

In the walk across the marketplace, though a few members of the delegation complained about the rough cobblestone and holiday footwear, Jaelle began to believe that it was Midsummer; the familiar smells and sounds, the Festival crowds. Even through the lights which blazed in the Old Town she could see the four moons, all nearing full together. Their invitation was accepted at the doorway and she heard musicians already playing. A few professional dancers were already giving displays of dancing, while the guests drifted around the floor, greeting friends; then the first general dance began and Jaelle let Peter swing her out on the floor. The new dress felt lighter than a dress of honest fabric; she felt as if she were floating, as if tensions she had not known she had were dissolving.

She had never before danced in Comyn Castle at Festival. She had renounced this heritage, had spent her life among the Renunciates and their simpler Festival celebrations. Yet she might come here again and again, if she did as Rohana asked, and took a Council seat. And it would please Peter so& in shock, she realized that she was actually considering it, and the shock was followed by a sharp wave of dizziness, almost but not quite nausea.

Chiya, whats the matter?

She smiled at him, faintly. Its a nuisance, being pregnant. I need air

Sit hereby the open door. Ill get you a drink, he said, and she sighed with relief as she let herself collapse there. I dont really want she began, but he was already gone, hurrying toward the buffet table.

She was near the balcony doors; and it was very warm. She went out on the balcony, leaning against the stone rail, breathing in the night fog. The multicolored moonlight turned the fog to pearly rainbows. She could smell the heavy scent of flowers, and the soft chirring of insects. It was so pleasant, after weeks of sterile indoor smells and yellow harsh Terran lights. She sat still on the bench. Soon she must go inside or Peter would worry when he could not find her. But it felt so good to sit here and breathe in all the smells of the summer. Momentarily, she dozed, then snapped awake, hearing a voice she could not reconcile with the smells of the Castle garden. Alessandro Li; an angry whisper in Standard.

I told you he would be here! What luck!

AlessandroAlekihasnt Jaelle been able to teach you anything? He is the son-in-law of Lord Alton; you simply cannot approach him and start asking impertinent questions about the private business of the Domain It was Magda! What was Magda doing here?

You dont understand, Magda. This man is the key to everything I was sent here to find out about Darkover. Carr knows

This man is Dom Anndra Lanart, and that is what you must deal with, Magda said sharply. I dont know if hes Carr or not

Well, I do; personnel pictures. And who else would he be? You said yourself he was Terran!

Pictures be damned, Magda said, and then Jaelle heard Montys voice.

He may or he may not be the one you are looking for, Sandro. But you cant approach him here, and thats all there is to it. Dance with him, Magda; thats what were here for, not to make trouble.

Im hardly going to make trouble, Aleki said, but Jaelle could hear that he was angry. I simply must talk to him; why dont you help me find a way to do it, instead of being so damned stubborn?

You are hardly the one to talk about being damned stubborn, Magda said angrily, Once and for all, get it out of your head, and stop thinking like a damned Terran, with your mind on business even at a Festival ball!

Magdalen Lorne! That was the voice of the elder Montray, being heavily jocular, Is that any way to talk to your superior, and at a party too? You look smashing. Monty, why didnt you tell me youd hunted her up and talked her into coming? I might have pulled rank on you, son, and grabbed her for my escort myself!

Cholayna, Magda said, and Jaelle could hear the relief in her voice, How charming you look. Are you here with the coordinator?

Cholaynas gentle, neutral voice said, Not nearly so many stares as I had expected. I dont knbw whether it is simply good manners, or whether they just expect that Terrans will look freakish.

If theyre so narrow-minded theyd stare at you because your skin color is different, Alessandro Li said, then to hell with them all. Theyre just a bunch of ignorant natives after all. Hullo, Haldane, wheres your lovely lady?

She felt a little faint, Peter said. I left her by the doors while I went to get her something cool to drink.

Jaelle, knowing this was her cue, picked herself up and went back inside the balcony doors. I went out for a breath of air. It was very warm in there. She accepted the glass Peter put in her hand and sipped. It was the pale mountain wine, and it made her think of their first dance, at Midwinter. She wondered if Peter remembered. Magda was wearing the rust-colored gown she had worn at Midwinter, with a superb necklace of firestones; Jaelle went to examine this.

Did Camilla lend you this? It is exquisite, she said. I have seen it among her treasures; she let me wear it at the party in the Guild House when I took my oath& and as she mentioned Camillas name, she saw something she could not identify; trouble, unease& fear? What was troubling Magda? She could still see it, as an uneasy haze, when Monty came and demanded a dance, and as they moved away, she saw the way Montys hand glided to Magdas bare neck, the way he hovered over her, an intensity almost sexual& what is the matter with me, why am I seeing things like this? It can hardly be a side effect of pregnancy; at least its not one I ever heard about.

Weve got to think of a way to get that girl back, said Alessandro Li, No offense, Haldane, but shes worth any ten other employees in Intelligence; the girls a genius, we cant let her waste herself in the field like this! She deserves a holiday, certainly, but we cant take the chance shell go over the wall! That seems to be what happened to Carr; he certainly isnt listed as being on detached or undercover status! Yet every damn time I spotted Carr and tried to move in on him tactfully, Magda would drag me off for another dance.

But Magda is right, Jaelle said gently. Even if this Carr is someone you wish to know, there is a right and a wrong way to make someones acquaintance Even at Midsummer, you cannot possibly walk up to Dom Anndra Lanart and say, Hi, Andy, whats new?  Savagely, she mimicked the Terrans accent, and Peter cringed.

I dont know why not, Montray said. I wouldnt be that crude, of course, but surely I could speak to an old employee not that he was ever in my departmentand request him to do me the courtesy of coming in to straighten out his legal status. There are standards of manners among Terrans tooeven if you do not think so, Mrs. Haldane. I am sorry we have made such a bad impression on you. And as Magda and Monty returned, the Coordinator touched Magda on the shoulder.

Miss Lorne. I would like to remind you that both Alessandro Li and myself outrank you very much; and I am going to make it an official order. Find us a way to communicate with the man Carr, and do it before we leave here.

She said icily, May I remind you that at the moment I am officially on leave, and that I am here as a favor?

You are here officially under my orders, like every Terran on this planet, said Montray grimly, and that includes Andrew Carr. I dont know why we are handling this man with gloves; he is, after all, a Citizen of the Empire&

Once and for all, he is not, Magda said, I took the trouble to check his legal status. He is carried on the rolls as dead, and legal death, carries legal termination of citizenship& and legally, termination of citizens privileges carries also freedom from citizens duties&

If you are going to argue legalities, said Montray, he is a year away from being legally dead; he is presumed dead for one more year; after another year he may be legally dead. There is a difference.

No, Peter said. On the Darkovan side a man is who he says he is, unless he has committed a crime.

Thats rubbish and you know it, Montray said. Youve spent too much time in the Darkovan sector and you are going native. And you, Miss Lorne, are going to obey orders or you can be shipped offplanetits as simple as that.

Magda said, trapped and furious, If you want a scandal which will insure that we are not only the first Terran delegation invited here, but also the last, you let those orders stand! In a specific matter involving protocol in the fieldand you cant deny that we are in the fielda resident expert has a legal right to override even a direct order from a Legate, if said order would damage the reputation and credit of the Terran Empire. And, take it from me, this one would.

Sobered, he stared at her, and Jaelle knew Magda was right. But would either of them back down? At last Li said heavily Whats the proper protocol for approaching him, then?

An introduction must be made by a mutual acquaintance, Magda said, and the one of higher rank must initiate the introduction. The Regent of Alton is not here this yearI have heard that his lady is illand Dom Anndra is here as his personal delegate.

Cant you see, Cholayna said gently, that is exactly why we must talk to him before he disappears again. Any Terran who can work himself so strongly into the hierarchy of a DomainI am not the expert you are, Magda, but I know it is extraordinary.

She said slowly, If he is a member of the household of the Regent of Alton, your best choice would be to send a man in the field to Armida, and ask for a private interview with Dom Anndranot with Andrew Carrand make certain that the interview was private; then broach your business. Treat him as if he were a field agent whose cover you were reluctant to disturb.

I hardly have time for that Alessandro Li said, but old Montray sighed. Youre right, at that. I guess Im getting too old for this job, Lorne. And Im used to having you as my right hand.

We can arrange that, Cholayna said, but it will take time&

We have plenty of that, Monty said, CarrDom Anndra, I meanisnt going to run away. Hes evidently well established there and highly visible. He touched Magdas hand and moved closer to her. And if we stand here arguing all night, the Darkovans will surely think we are plotting against them. I suggest we dance. May I

Jaelle, watching them closely, saw again the tension between them; but the elder Montray moved in, Rank has its privileges, he said with heavy-handed jocularity. My turn for a dance, Magda. I wouldnt step out on this floor with anyone else, but you know how to make me look acceptable.

Peter, also reminded of duty, said to Cholayna, Would you like to dance? and left Jaelle talking to Alessandro Li, who promptly asked her for a dance.

Do you mind if I dont? Im still a little short of breath, she said. She stood fanning herself, watching the dancers. The music came to an end, her eyes went to where Cholayna and Peter had come to halt, near the buffet.

Who is the lady who came to speak to Haldane? Aleki asked suddenly, and Jaelle saw, with surprise, that Lady Rohana had left the line of dowagers and approached Peter and Cholayna.

She is my kinswomanmy mothers foster-sister, said Jaelle, Lady Rohana Ardais

And the man beside her?

Her son. My cousin Kyril. Yes, I know of the resemblance, she said, and indeed it was stronger than ever; Peter in his Terran dress uniform, his cropped red hair bright in the room, and Dom Kyril, his hair slightly longer, curling about his earlobes; Dom Kyril bowed stiffly and she saw him say something polite to Cholayna, and all at once it seemed that the space between them in the room melted as if she was standing by Peters side, and Rohana spoke beside her ear.

Is Jaelle here tonight, Piedro? I was hoping to speak with her about taking her seat in Councilshe did tell you that she is now expected to attend Council as one of the few remaining in direct succession to the Aillard Domain. I suppose?

Jaelle felt herself turn white. She had not wanted Peter to know that; she had carefully not spoken of it. The room around her suddenly went fuzzy and dim and Magda was suddenly holding her arm.

What is it, breda? Are you still feeling faint? Perhaps you should not have come to anything as crowded as this, Magda said solicitously. Please, sit down again, well sit here for a little while and talk. I wouldnt think Peter would have dragged you here tonight if you werent feeling well, as strongly as he feels about having a child&

Jaelle, through Magdas touch on her shoulder, could feel the other womans thoughts, the sharp regret, you are doing what I could not manage to do, giving him that child& How did you know? Did Marisela tell you?

Magda shook her head. No; she did not mention it. Were you in the Guild House?

While you were on the fire lines, breda: I was worried about you, Jaelle said.

It was not she who told me, it was Monty; I was in the Terran HQ today, making a report, Magda said, and told Jaelle how Monty had come to the Guild House, and how she had happened to be invited. She left out a certain private half-hour, but Jaelle, with that frightening new awareness, picked it up anyhow, and was shocked. She didnt want to know. Why had Magda told her this? But Magda hadnt. She had picked it up from the other womans mind. Laran again. To ward away her uneasiness she said flippantly, Just like a Terran; working all day even at Midsummer!

Magda lowered her voice and said, Wed better speak Darkovan.

I thought we were, Jaelle said. Is it normal, Margali, to be so confused? Those machinesI never know, any more, which language I am speaking&

That could be one of the side effects of the corticator, Magda began, and stopped, as if frozen; to cover it, she took a couple of wine glasses from a servant circulating with a full tray,

There is Dom Anndra, she said, and Jaelle, following her eyes, saw a small group of men in the colors of the Alton Domain, with a tall man, fair as a Dry-Towner, at their center. Was Magda seriously trying to tell her that this man was the renegade Terran who had supposedly gone down with the plane, and reappeared somewhere in Alton lands, in the service of the Alton Regent? Chewing her lip, Magda said, I must speak with him, warn him. He said that he would be leaving the city at dawn& and Jaelle no longer bothered to question how Magda knew. But as Magda started to move away from the bench Jaelle tugged at her hand.

You were just lecturing them on protocol; how can you

But I do know him, Magda said. He saved my life on the fire lines. And he came to the Guild House this morning to bring Ferrika there&

I do not know Ferrika at all, Jaelle said. She took the oath at Neskaya, but is she not Mariselas oath-daughter? And yet she was traveling with this Dom Anndra, whoever he is Jaelle was frowning, confused, but Magda murmured, Breda and Jaelle was touched, knowing Magda rarely used the word with that inflection, trust me. I promise I will explain later.

And she moved toward the man she had called Dom Anndra.

And then Jaelle saw something which made her realize why she could never be Magdas replacement, or even her equal, in the Terran Zone. As she moved into Anndras visual field, Magda was a very proper and ladylike Darkovan woman, except for the short-cropped Amazon curls. Then, for perhaps a half a second, just as Anndras eyes lighted on her, she became transformed into a Terran; it was as if Jaelle could see through the Darkovan lady, who might have been Comyn of the second rank, to the woman standing there, as if in the half-naked Terran uniform, a perfect representative of the Empire. And then again she was a correctly courteous Darkovan noblewoman, bowing to a Comyn noble and tacitly asking permission to approach him.

Dom Anndra bowed over Magdas hand. Jaelle was not close enough to hear any of what they were saying, though it was low-voiced and quick, but she was confused again, surely this man was a Comyn noble, how could anyone possibly believe him Terran? Then Magda was back at her side again, and they were drifting together toward the buffet table, and Jaelle found that she had one sharp impression in her mind of Dom Anndra, Comyn or Terran; a tall powerful man, fair-haired, not handsome, but with an impression of immense power and self-confidence. It reminded her ofshe searched in her mind for impressionsof the time when she had been presented, as a child, to Lorill Hastur, Regent of Comyn. He had been a small, quiet man, soft-spoken, almost diffidentor perhaps that was only good manners. But nevertheless she had the impression, behind the courteous quiet facade, of almost awesome personal power, kept perfectly controlled. It was what she associated with Comyn. Dom Gabriel had never had it, but then, he had been, since she knew him, an invalid. But that a Terran should have it? Nonsense; it must be only a trick of his great height and enormously powerful frame. The buffet was all but deserted; Jaelle scooped up a cup of some fruit drink but when she put it too her lips it was too sweet and she set it aside almost untasted.

Look, Magda said, I think he is leaving. And indeed Dom Anndra and the man with him were bowing before Prince Aran Elhalyn as if taking formal leave.

It doesnt make any difference, you know, Jaelle said abruptly. That man could talk all day to Montray, or to Aleki, without giving anything away that he didnt want them to know.

Magda was filling a small dish at the buffet with an assortment of fruits in cream. It looked delicious, and Jaelle looked at the other colorful delicacies almost wistfully, wishing she could manage to feel hungry enough to try them.

Magda said, Cant you see? Thats why I had to keep them apart. No matter what he told Li, it would be wrong; whats the old proverb, it takes two for the truth, one to speak true and one to hear? Alessandro Li has made up his own mind about Carr; the truth is beyond him. What he wants is an excuse to have the Comyn declare Carr persona non grata so that Li could wring him out and find out everything he thinks Anndra can tell him about the Comyn. Then the Altons would have a grudge against the Terrans that would last for generations. And if Carr made up the lies Alessandro expects to hear hed find some way to twist it& Magda broke off, and Jaelle could almost hear her say, I am disloyal, disloyal to my own people as I have been disloyal to everyone, and her dismay stabbed with real pain at Jaelle.

She is my sister, and I cannot help her because I myself am so filled with confusion!

Magda gasped, God above! and abruptly she was thrusting through the crowd, muttering apologies. Jaelle, following slowly with her plate in hand, saw that Alessandro Li and Russell Montray, Peter hurrying behind them, were approaching Carrs party near the door. Peter caught at the Coordinators shoulder, expostulating with him in a whisper, but Montray wrenched loose.

He walked up directly to Carr and said something in a low voice.

Jaelle could not hear what Dom Anndra said in reply; she saw only the frosty politeness in his voice. Montray said something loud and aggressive this time, and Dom Anndras two bodyguards closed in, one on either side, clearly ready to protect their lord from this bumptious alien.

The tension was now plain enough to draw attention from onlookers, as Montray said, clearly enough for Jaelle to hear every word, Look, I just need to talk to you for a few minutes; Im sure you dont want to do it in front of everybody here, do you? But Ill do it that way if you leave me no alternative&

Peter grabbed him urgently, physically hauling him backward, and Anndras bodyguards closed in, their intent and threat unmistakable. Suddenly a little murmur ran through the crowd, and Aran Elhalyn, prince of the Domains, between his aide and young Danvan Hastur, came toward them, the crowd parting with little respectful murmurs to either side. Magda caught Alessandro Li by the shoulder and said something urgent in an undertone, and Li turned and bowed to the nobles. He was speaking Terran Standard and Magda, at his elbowand Jaelle noticed, it was very clearly the Terran Magda againtranslated in fluent casta;

Majesty, your pardon is humbly beseeched; this matter will be attended in private; and we gravely regret any disturbance. Even before Magda finished speaking, Prince Aran waved a negligent hand, dismissing the matter, and turned away, and Alessandro Li said in a savage undertone, Montray, damn it, one more word and Ill make damn sure you never get another post except punching buttons in a penal colony!

Jaelle wondered how she could hear at this distance. It didnt matter. Peter came and guided her to the rest of the delegation. The music had surged up again and a group of cadets in black and green were dancing some kind of energetic dance with a lot of stamping and kicking; Prince Aran had withdrawn to watch them.

Dom Anndra and his party were gone. Peter shook his head and muttered That tears it. Everybody knows what Montray is. Nobody has taken official notice of it before now

Russell Montray was muttering, I am going to make an official appeal to Lord Hastur. That man is a Terran citizen and I demand the right to speak to him officially

Let it alone sir, Monty said quietly, before you get us all expelled from here. Haldane knows what hes talking about. And so does Magda

Montray turned on them both in a fury. And Ive had enough of both of those damned so-called experts, and their insubordination, he snarled, in a grim undertone. Ive put up with it, and knuckled under to the way you go around bootlicking the natives, just about long enough! Because you think you are rated expert, you think you can get away with anything! Well, I have heard enough and I mean enough! The minute I get back to HQ I am going to put through a formal request to have both of you transferred out, as far as I can, somewhere in the other end of the Galaxy, and Ill make damn sure neither of you ever gets clearance to get back! I still have that much authority, and I should have done it a long time ago! As for you, Lorne, I want you back on HQ and under orders tonight. Not tomorrow. Tonight.

I am officially on leave, Magda began.

Leave canceled, he snapped. Recalled to active duty under orders under Section 16-4

To hell with that, Magda said, and to Jaelle it seemed that visible, electrical sparks were flying from her eyes and creating a field of light all round her, I resign. Cholayna, witness it. Im sorry, it has nothing to do with you

Magda, said Monty, putting his arm around her waist, Honey, listen to me. Everybody calm down. Father he addressed the angry Montray, this is neither the time nor the place

Ive calmed down and listened for the last time in my life; dont you think I know what everybody here thinks, that Im just a figurehead and no one has to listen to me? Well, its about time I stopped listening to that shit! This whole damned planetary administration has been mismanaged for forty years, weve been handling people with gloves and its about time we made them realize that they cant face up to the Terran Empire that way. Theres going to be a new deal around here. I am going to have some new Intelligence people here, people whose main loyalty is to the Empire, and I want a clean sweep of the people who have been mismanaging everything so badly! As for you, Haldane, I knew when you married a native woman that your judgment and loyalty had gone to hell, and I should have fired you right then. And Im going to be rid of all of you if its the last thing I do.

It probably will be, sir, said Alessandro Li. The way Darkover is being handled at Central is a matter of very high policy, but Montray was too angry to listen.

Then, damn it, maybe I can get transferred out myself which Ive been trying to do for seven years! He turned and strode away; Peter said, numbly, Good God, and turned to Jaelle.

Darling. Go back with Li and Monty, will you? Ive got to get to him before he gets that request sent through Empire channels or were all in the porridge pot. We can appeal, but by that time

Monty put a hand on Magdas arm. Dont worry about the Old Man. Hell calm down. Havent you ever seen him in a tantrum before?

I was dealing with his tantrums when you were doing entrance examinations for the Service, Magda said wearily, but Ive just dealt with the last one. I meant it, Monty. I resign. And I have to back inside the Guild House by sunrise

Ill go with you and spend the night in the Guild House, Jaelle said, but Peter seized her shoulders.

No, Jaelle! Dont fight me now, for the love of God! Go back to the Terran Zone and wait; Ive never needed loyalty so muchwhat kind of wife are you. anyhow? For my sake, for the babys sakeIm fighting for all of us!

The baby. I had forgotten. What can I do? I have no choice now. Alessandro Li said, Let me escort you home, Jaelle, and she slumped against him. All she wanted was to run through the streets to the Guild House, run homebut it was not her home anymore. Why was she deceiving herself?

Peter had hurried away after the Montrays. She never remembered that walk back through the streets of Thendara, only that they were filled with gaiety, crowds laughing, drinking, dancing, tossing flowers. When she was in her quarters alone, she found small flowers caught in the folds of the imitation dress in which she had danced so gaily.

She found herself thinking, with a bitterness that astonished her, I hope they do send him offworld, I hope I never have to see him again. Never think again of my failure. My failure? No, his; he loves no one, he thinks only of his own ambition and his own work&

She told herself she was not being fair. Her needs and Peters had been so different, they had really had no chance; but they had been blinded by passion. She had never known a man before. She had not been prepared for the all-encompassing pull of loveof sex, if she must be perfectly honest with herself. She had been ready for a love affair; and she had not been able to admit that it was no more than that. But they each had needs the other could not meet. He had neededif he needed anythinga woman content to further his ambition, to be there when he needed her and patiently stand aside when he did not. He was not cruel or heartless; he was a kind and good man But the magical togetherness and blending she imagined had never been there; or it had been there omy a little while and she had imagined that it continued only because she had needed so much to feel it there.

If she had truly loved him, friendship and kindliness and shared goals could have come to take the place of that first blinding passion. They could have accepted this new level of closeness, enough to build a pleasant life together, as even Gabriel and Rohana had done. But Gabriel and Rohana, whose marriage had been arranged, had never been led to expect anything more, and had never been blinded by that first rush of passion. She and Peter had had nothing more, and when that was gone, nothing was left.

Nothing leftexcept Peters child. Poor unwanted child, perhaps it would be better if it was never born. No, it was not unwanted; Peter wanted it. And she really had wanted it too, for a little while. Or perhaps it was her body, ready to exercise its natural function, which had wanted the child. Any child. Not just Peters.

Now she could see why Magda and Peter had not stayed together. To Peter a woman was a necessary convenience, a background to his ego. Suddenly she felt sorry for him. He needed women, but he needed them to be all wrapped up in him in a way neither of them could be. She was sorry for the thing in Peter which attracted strong women to take care of him. She supposed it had been happening all his life, but when he had them he must weaken and destroy them because he feared their strength.

It did not matter now. It was over, as this Festival Night was over.

But I am sworn, for the legal term of my employment. Because Peter is false to what he has promised, must I be false too? She had at least known enough not to marry him di catenas. Freemate marriage could be dissolved at will; among the Terrans there were a few legal formalities. She was still responsible for Monty, and for Aleki. And after that disastrous near-meeting with Dom Anndra, or Andrew Carr, or whoever he was, who knew what either of them would do? By the Amazon oath she was not liable to any man&

She had been with the Terrans too long. Now the Amazon Oath too seemed too constricting. She had taken the Oath when she was too young to know what it meant. But could she now forswear it because she had outgrown it? That was not the honorable way. Rohana had said, honor is abiding by those oaths even when it is no longer convenient. But Rohana, for her own purposes, would bind her to the greater slavery to Council and Comyn; she could not trust Rohana completely, any more than she could trust the Terrans.

She did not want to wait for Peter to come in. Nor did she care how his confrontation with Coordinator Montray had come out. He had created the problem for himself and must now deal with it as best he could. He was perfectly competent in his own way, he did not need her help, and if she thought that he did, that was just one more symptom of what had gone wrong between them. There was such a deep sadness in her, because all the sweetness had gone awry. But Kindra had always said; there is no use fretting after last winters snow. And the love they had shared was further away than that.

Quickly she dressed herself in uniform, checking the small communication device built into the collar. How quickly habits grew! She remembered how she had resented this. She would go down to the cafeteria and find something to eat, then go to Cholaynas office and try to work out some new arrangement. The Darkovan women who would soon be coming here to work in Medic would live outside the walls, and come here only to work, surely they would let her do the same. Part of her knew she would miss the conveniences of the Terran way of life.

She was fastening the final tab on her collar when she heard Peters step. She could see, as he walked in, that he was very drunk. She shivered; once when Kyril was drunk he had tried to molest her and she had had to defend herself. To this day she hated drunkenness. But Peter only flung a surprisingly vicious curse at her.

Peter, whats the matter? What did you find out from Montray? Where have you been?

He looked her straight in the eye. What the hell do you care? he said, and pushed past her. She heard the shower running.

Part of her wanted to stay and have it out with him when he was sober. Another part did not care. She said Youre right, I dont, knowing he could not hear her over the running water, and went out.

CHAPTER THREE

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Magda moved slowly through the streets of the Old Town, Cholaynas words still in her ears; she had promised to wait, to think over her resignation when the older woman could come and talk to her in the Guild House but she wished she had not. She wished she could flee back to the company of her sisters in the Guild House and never return to the Terran world at all. The effort to confront old loyalties again had taken its toll of her.

After the half year free of the conflicts between men and women, even the most casual contacts between the sexes now seemed strange and abnormal to her; she found herself examining the least of them for nuances. Of course, that was what the housebound time was all about, to break old habits, to examine life rather than living mindlessly by old patterns laid down in childhood.

She had half promised to meet Camilla at the womens dance& was that where her loyalties now lay? Suddenly she was troubled again. She was a trained scientist, a skilled professional, what was she doing here, after a day spent in using the special skills she had trained for. Was she seriously thinking of giving it all up, going back to obey their silly damn rules, mucking out barns, asking permission to step outside the garden? She thought wearily that if she had a grain of sense she would go back to the HQ, put in for transferMontray had threatened her with it anyhowand get right away from a world she desired and hated and of which she could never be a real part.

Would she really be able to give up the Renunciates? Seriously, now, without worrying about things like stables and bathrooms. She had discovered a kind of solidarity which she had never known, a world of women. If that world was small and petty in many ways, built on denial and restraint, by women who thought themselves free but were bound in a hundred small ways, what life was entirely free? And there were amazing freedoms in that life. In all her twenty-seven years she had never found a world so near to fulfilling all her dreams and needs; could she leave it because it was not perfect?

Who was the Terran philosopher who had written that since no man could be free, that man could be counted fortunate who could find a slavery to his liking? The Comhi Letzii, the Sisterhood of the Unbound, had at least chosen for themselves.

As I choose&

And there was Camilla to be considered, too& she had avoided thinking about Camilla, yet Camilla was one of the reasons, she knew, why she now wished to take flight

Within a single day, in the sudden freedom of Midsummer, she had broken through her self-chosen isolation, first with Monty and she was still not sure why she had done that, though it had seemed reasonable enough at the timeand then with Camilla. She had been astonished at herselfeven now her mind shrank from confronting all the new things she had discovered about herself. But now she knew why she had fled, in panic, from Jaelles touch.

I was not ready to know that. I am not ready now.

Even now she could not identify herself as a lover of women, she could never embrace all the narrowness of women like Rezi or Janetta, who considered only women to be fully human, and considered the slightest contact with a male, even father, brother or employer, as treason to their sisterhood. Even Camilla was not like that. But she could not look down on the Rezis and Janettas either, knowing what she knew. And they were her sisters too She could turn her back on them only by turning her back on the Guild House forever.

And she could not do that. They had accepted her, given to her, a stranger, all the sisterhood and friendliness and love she had hardly known how to accept. But now the housebound time was nearly over. Camilla at least must know her real identity. To any or all of the others she could lie, but Camilla deserved honesty from her. Camilla must know the truth, even if her love turned to rejection and revulsion.

It was late; most of the revelry in the open streets had subsided, though in the public squares and gardens, she knew, the dancing and drinking and feasting would continue most of the night. Even now, in dark buildings and entry-ways, she could sense the warmth and sweetness of the night, where the four moons floated brilliantly overhead and couples enlaced, lovers for an hour or a lifetime, in search of somewhere to end the night together. Peter, she thought, this time without bitterness, and Jaelle. Magda turned her eyes away from the many couples and sighed. It seemed that all of Thendara was coupled this night, and only she was alone. She need not have been alone, Monty would have been happy, if, the troubles of this night ended, she had been waiting for him in his quarters. Then she need never face what was awaiting her in the Guild House, or at the womens dance&

I should have gone with Camilla anyhow. I never should have let Monty talk me into going to the damned Festival Ball. What is it to me, any more, what the relations are between the damned Comyn aristocracy, and the Empire?

Surely this was the street and the house where the womens dance was to be held? But the place was dark, locked, silent and forbidding, and Magda stared at it with dismay. What do I do now? Then she heard laughter and voices: down the street light flooded from the open doors of a wineshop whose clientele had spilled over into the street, and instruments were playing; against the light, shadowy forms were dancing in a ring-dance on the uneven cobbles.

It was very late. At one table a knot of Guardsmen were gathered, some of them with women; at another, two tables had been pushed together and Magda recognized many of the women. Mother Lauria was there, and Rafaella, but she got up and went to dance with one of the Guardsmen as Magda approached. Camilla was there with a glass in her hand, and Keitha and Marisela in their working clothes, with the white coifs all midwives wore in the city, tied around their hair. Keitha raised her glass and beckoned.

Come and sit with us, Margaliit is lucky to be born under the four moons, and it seems that half the women in the city are eager to give their babes that luck! But any mother who has not dropped her burden by now is probably too drunk to go into labor this nightlet us follow!

Magda accepted a drink from the pitcher on the table, and one of the young Guardsmen at the farther table came over to them.

Well met under the four moons, Margali! Do you remember me? We met in the winter past at Castle Ardais, and now I have taken employment here in the cityremember, we knew one another as children at Caer Donn, you had dancing lessons with my sistersI am Darrell of Darnak; will you come and drink with me?

She smiled, letting him bow over her hand. I am sorry, but my sisters are waiting for me

He looked at her with comical disappointment. All night I have traveled around the city looking for you. When you have greeted your friends and quenched your thirst, will you dance with me?

Magda hesitated, glancing at Camilla, who said, Dance if you like, child. She smiled up at Darrell, saying, We are companions of the sword; may I offer you a drink?

I think I have already had too much to drink, but will you favor me with a dance, mestra?

Camilla chuckled. I do not dance with men, brother. But I am sure there are others in our company who would be pleased.

Marisela rose, laughing, and moved toward him. I have been busy all this day, and have had small chance for merrymaking. But Festival Night must not pass without a dance or two. If my sister will introduce meI cannot dance with a man whose name is unknown to me!

Magda laughed and presented Darrell to Marisela who looked flushed, pretty, younger than she was in her blue gown; she pushed the white coif back so that her short copper-colored hair stood out in curls around her face. Darrell bowed and pulled her into the circle-dance that was forming in the street; Janetta pulled Mother Lauria into the circle, too, but Camilla shook her head as they gestured her and Magda to join them.

You look tired, Margali, said Camilla, but very pretty. How was the great ball? Were all the great folk of Comyn there? And the Lady Rohana? And Shaya, was she there with her freemate? What sort of man is he?

Yes, they were both there, Magda said, wondering how to answer Camillas question; what could she say to Camilla about Peter Haldane? But Jaelle looked very tired, I thinkshe is pregnant, you know.

Little Jaelle, with a baby of her own! Camilla said, diverted as Magda had hoped. Only a season or two ago, it seemed, I cut her hair for her and gave her her first lessons with the knife. I suppose she will return to the House for the birth?

Some of the partnerless Guardsmen had come up and asked the remaining Amazons to dance; it seemed that another, impromptu party was in the making. Some of the women danced together instead. But a few men remained alone at the table, with one womanno, Magda realized suddenly, they were all men, what she had thought a woman was only a very slender, extremely young man, with delicate features, who had allowed his hair to grow considerably longer than most men; he had furthermore pinned it back in a way that suggested, though it did not actually imitate, a womans coiffure. And in this last group, Magda noticed a few Terrans. One was actually wearing the black leathers of Spaceforce.

Of course. It made sense. At Festival, when all classes mingled without prejudice, it would make sense to certain men to get away from the Terran prejudice. In Darkovan Society it would not matter so much that they are lovers of men. Or even that they are Terran. Outcasts do not look down on other outcasts. She had seen one of the men on the spaceport that very day. He had taken her ident pass. She thought vaguely that he should have gotten himself Darkovan clothing, not come down here in uniform. Who was she to criticize, who sat here beside a woman who was her lover?

Darrell, son of Darnak, had come back, and Marisela was thanking him for the dance. One of the more effeminate men had risen and said diffidently to Marisela, I like to dance, but I have no sister and no woman friend. Will you honor me, mestra?

Marisela smiled acceptance. Of course; even at Midsummer men did not dance together in Thendara, except in the all-men circle dances. She wondered why. Why shouldnt men dance together if they wanted to? Women could dance together, in fact, it was considered the most suitable thing for women in strange places! She was sure the young man would rather have danced with his friend at the other table, than with Marisela. She had seen them holding hands. But they couldnt dance together. How strange, and how sad, that even on this most permissive of nights, men were still more trapped than women. She could wear, and as a Renunciate did wear, breeches in public. If this man wore skirts, and he looked as if he would feel and look better in them, he would be lynched. How sad, and how foolish, people were!

Camilla asked, Will you dance with me, Margali? and Magda hesitated. She would have liked to. But she could not get up and dance with Camilla in front of those heartbreaking men. Darrell bowed expectantly and Camilla gave her a little indulgent shove.

Go and dance, child.

Reluctantlyshe wished Camilla had forbidden her!she moved away. It was a dance in couples. She hoped he would not speak of their shared childhood in Caer Donn, he had known her as the daughter of the Terran scholar Lorne, and she did not want that mentioned just yet. But it was obvious he had other things on his mind. He was a good dancer, but he held her just a fraction too close, and she would have refused a second dance, except that they were at the far side of the square and it would have seemed unkind. It was very warm; such unseasonable warmth in Thendara always predicted severe storm very soon. The smell of the air told her dawn was not far away. As the second dance ended she could see the musicians finishing their drinks and putting their instruments away. Darrell steered her into a darkened doorway and touched her lips. She did not protest, kisses at the end of a dance did not commit her to anything, but when he tried to embrace her, murmuring, I do not want to end this night alone, she pushed him away.

All around us, all men and women do honor to the loves of the Gods

No. This was too much. Already this Festival had brought her more than she wanted of such matters, and she would not, she simply would not give herself to him here in the open air as some of the women were doing, scarcely troubling to shelter themselves from the eyes of passersby as they took the license of this night. She hardly knew this man. No, she said, pushing him away again. No, I am honored, thank you, but no, really no

But you must, he muttered, trying to nuzzle her bare neck; if she had known how drunk he was she would not have danced with him at all! His hands were hot and urgent on her bare neck and he was trying to fumble into her breast. She wished she were wearing her Amazon tunic instead of the Festival gown. She knew how to defend herself, but this man was a childhood friend and she really did not want to hurt him. She shoved him roughly away, but as his hands clung she followed it with a ringing slap which made him blink and stare at her stupidly.

You aroused me and now you refuse me

She said in exasperation I danced with you; you roused yourself! Dont talk like a fool, Darrell! Are you honestly trying to claim I deliberately roused you? Why, if that were so, every woman in Thendara must go veiled like a Dry-Towner!

He hung his head, with a shamefaced grin.

Ah, wellno harm in asking.

She was glad to return his smile. None. Provided you only ask and do not try to snatch unwilling!

You cannot blame me for that, he said good-naturedly and bent to kiss her bare shoulder, but she moved out of reach; she was not trying to flirt with him! Damn it, after all those months of isolation and celibacy, suddenly men, handsome and eligible men at that, were literally crawling out of the trees! First Monty, now this perfectly nice young Guardsmanif it had not been for Camilla would she have agreed to go with him this night? She would never know. Camilla was there.

She could see against the shadow of one of the buildings, a woman in Amazon clothingRafaella, surelystanding in a mans arms, so violently embraced that it was almost a struggle; both were fully clothed but from their movements it was reasonably obvious what was happening. She turned away, embarrassed, and went back to the bench where the last of the women lingered.

Camilla yawned, covering her mouth with a narrow hand. We must be away to the Guild House, she said. The moons are setting, and you and Keitha, child, must be indoors by dawn.

She chuckled. I could stay out as late as I wishedbut by now my only desire is for my comfortable bed.

The owners of the wineshop were now unobtrusively removing every bench as soon as it was vacant, stacking them, eager to call it a night. The Guardsmen who had been dancing, finding their seats gone, wandered away down the street. The group of women were still sharing a final pitcher of wine. Rafaella came back to where Magda sat with Camilla and KeithaMarisela was exchanging a final word with a young man, and ended by kissing him in a motherly way on the cheek, so Magda supposed he must be a nephew or something of that kind. Rafaellas face was flushed, her hair mussed, the laces of her tunic undone; she bent over Camilla and whispered to her, and Camilla reached up and patted her cheek.

Enjoy yourself, breda. But take care.

Rafaella smiledshe was a little drunk too, Magda realized and went away, arms enlaced with the man who had been holding her. Keithas eyes were as wide as saucers. Janetta leaned over from the next bench and said, Bold creature! Such indecent ways cast shame on all Renunciates; they will come to think us no better than harlots! I wish we were still in the ancient days when no Renunciate might lie with a man, or her sisters would cast her out!

Oh, hush, said Marisela, coming back to the table. Then we were denounced as lovers of women, seducers of decent wives and daughters, luring their children astray because we had none of our own! All women cannot live as you do, Janetta, and no one has appointed you keeper of Rafis conscience.

At least she could do such things in decent privacy, not before half the city of Thendara, Janetta complained, and Marisela laughed, glancing around the all-but-deserted square.

I think they are trying to get us to leave. But we have paid for the wine, and I for one will sit here and finish it. She raised her glass. It is easy for you to talk, Janetta, you have never been tempted in that way, and for the love of Evanda spare me your next speech, the one about the woman who lies with a man being a traitor to her sisters, I have heard it all too often, and I believe it no more than I did when first I heard it. I care not whether you, or anyone else, lies down with men, women, or consenting cralmacs, so that I need not hear them argue about it when I am trying to sleepor finish my drink! She raised her glass and drank.

But I agree with Janetta now more than I ever did, Magda thought. Yet here I sit beside a woman who has been my lover, and for whose sake I refused a man this night. For that matter, Camilla had laughed and blessed Rafaella, and why not? She picked up her own glass, then heard a voice say, Margali and looked up into the eyes of Peter Haldane.

He was wearing Darkovan clothing; no one but herself, surely, would have known him for the young Terran among the delegation at Festival ball in Comyn Castle this night.

Camilla said to Magda, Finish your drink, child, I shall be back at once, and with Marisela and Mother Lauria, wandered away to the latrines at the back of the wineshop garden. Peter sank down across from Magda. She had never seen him so drunk.

She said in the language of Caer Donn, Piedro, is this wise?

Wise be damned, he said. Ive been fighting for my life. Montray was so damned determined Id be on that ship pulling out just about now for the Alpha Colony, up for discipline before Head Center Intelligence. I finally went over his head, got Alessandro Li to pull rank on him, and Cholaynawhere the hell were you, Mag? It was your problem, too. And what were you up to with Monty?

She said, Im sorry you were having trouble, Peter. She was not, definitely not going to discuss her relationship with Monty here, nor with him. But it is all right, then?

Till he starts in on me again. God, Id give ten years of my life to get that man shipped off Darkover; I swear, if I live, Ill do it. Even his own son knows he broke off. But what are you doing here, Mag? In this place? His horrified eyes fell on the last remaining table except for theirs, where a couple of the men were still drunkenly pawing one another and the effeminate who had danced with Marisela was asleep with his head on the table. Magda noted, with sadness and some pity, that he wore a womans butterfly-clasp in his long hair.

Maggie, dont you know what this place is?

She shook her head. He told her. His outrage seemed misplaced.

At least no one will trouble women alone here. And anyhow, youre here.

Looking for you, he said. They told me some women from the Guild House were still here drinking, dancingwanted to talk to you, he said with drunken earnestness. He saw Camillas drink on the table and absentmindedly picked it up and drank it. It seemed to thicken his speech immediately. Need you, he said Need you to talk to Jaelle. Youre her friend. My friend too. Good friends. Both need you, both of us. Need you to talk to her, tell her what it means. Be a good Terran wife. Back us up. Shes having a baby. he informed Magda with drunken seriousness. My baby, got to get her straightened out so she can help me instead of fighting me all the time. Got to get in good with all the higher-ups so we can bring up our baby here. My son. Only she wont help me the right way. She doesnt know how to handle Terran bureaucrats. You always handled old Montray just fine. Maggie, you talk to her, you tell her

She stared at him, not believing what she had heard him say.

You, she said, have got to be right out of your mind. Peter! You want meme!to talk to Jaelle, and tell her how you want her to act as your wife? I never heard such a thing in my life!

But you know the kind of trap Im in, how I need it

Handle it the way I did, she said sharply. Tell them all to go to hell. If you want to let them push you around, dont come crying to me!

He grabbed her hand, held it, staring into her eyes with drunken intensity.

Never should have let you go, he said thickly. Mistake of a lifetime Nobody like you, Maggie. Youyou got to be the best there is. Only now theres Jaelle. I love her, if only shed settle down and put her weight behind me, do what she ought to do. And now theres our kid. My kid. Fthe sake of that kid, I got to stick to her. Cant quit. Cant bring the kid up like some damned native, out in the outback of nowherewish youd had our kid, Maggie, youd have done it right& you got to help us, Mag. My friend. Jaelles friend. Talk to her, Maggie.

Peter, she said helplessly, youre drunk; you dont know how outrageous that sounds. Go home, Peter, and sober up. Things will look different when youre sober, when youve had some sleep

But youve got to listen to me! He grabbed her, pulled her close to him. I got to make you understand just what a bind Im in

Bredhiya, said Camillas gentle voice behind her, is this man annoying you?

Camilla, tall and somehow formidable, was towering over the slightly built Peter, who was swaying on his feet. Of course Camilla had spoken in the intimate mode which gave the words only one possible meaning. Camilla, too, was more than a little drunk. Peter looked at them both with horror and sudden dismay.

Damn, he said, now I understand. Never saw it before. No wonder you wouldnt stay with me, no wonder& and I thought youd come here because you didnt understand. Of course you wouldnt be the one to talk to Jaelle. What the hell would you know about it? He made a gesture of disgust and revulsion. So that was why you left me, went into the Guild House. Of course you couldnt be a decent wife to me, to any man

She said angrily, How dare you speak to me that way?

How dare you speak to any decent person? You? He wrinkled his nose in wrath. If I catch you anywhere near Jaelle, he said in drunken wrath, IllIll break your neck. You stay away from my wife, hear me, I dont want you corrupting her!

Camilla, of course, had not understood a word of all this, but she could tell perfectly well that he was being offensive. She said, not knowing that Peter could understandhe had, after all, been speaking the last few sentences in Terran Standard Bredhiya, shall I get rid of him for you?

You Peter snarled. It was a gutter insult, and Camillas hand closed on her knife-hilt. It flashed.

No! Magda cried out. Hes drunkhe doesnt know

One of the men at the other table lurched over, closing his hand on Peters shoulder He said with thick earnestness, No, no, no sense picking a fight here at Festival, brother, no sense talking to the likes of them. He gestured at Camilla and added, Im the one you came down here to find, brother. Come on over here with us, were all friends over here. He put his arms around Peter, breathing heavy camaraderie, wine-laden, into his face. Cmon, brother, its late and Im still all alone, come on, leave all them bitches out of it. Let them go off by themselves if they want to, who needs them? he shoved his own tankard in Peters face. Drink up, little brother, drink up.

Peter could not push the mans hand away; he swallowed, coughed on the strong liquor, sank down at the other table, staring up in bewilderment at the man.

Look, I didn come down here lookin for you  he muttered.

Aw, come on, said the man, staring down intensely into Peters flushed face, what else you come down here for? I know you Terrans, you cant find what youre lookin for on your side of the wall, can you? None of our brothers over there, got to come down here in the city, we get a lot of you fellows& I know all about it, here, have another drink

Oh, poor Peter! Magda thought, but somehow she could not resist an unholy glee. Camilla said in an undertone, gathering up their possessions, Come along, Margali, its better than a duel at this hour.

Magda stared in dismay at Peter, who had sunk down, semiconscious, too drunk even to express his anger. He slid down, slowly, under the table, and the man who had urged him to drink knelt over him.

Ah, he urged drunkenly, dont go passing out on me now, little brother, thats no way to treat a pal&

Magda did not know whether to laugh or cry, but Camilla urged her gently away. She could not help wondering what would happen to Peter when he woke up there& would he get back to the Terran Zone with his virtue intact?

Camilla put her arm around Magdas waist as they walked down the street. I shall be glad to get home to our bed, she said, yawning, I am sorry I am too drunk and weary to end the night as is fitting for Midsummer& that is no way to treat you at Festival, bredhiya. &

Magda flushed, snuggling against Camillas arm round her waist. Through all the aggravations of this evening she remembered the lovemaking of this afternoon, amazed at herself. In Camillas arms she had discovered another whole new self, a Magda previously unknown to her. She remembered, with a wave of heat, how she had cried out to Camilla in surprise and wonder and delight. Body and mind were all alive with a sudden hunger to know that delight and that wonder again. Why had she never guessed?

That Terranan& how did you come to know him? Camilla demanded, suddenly suspicious.

He isJaelles freemate, Magda said, then fell silent before the dawning suspicion in Camillas eye:; but the older woman said no more. The streets were already filled with greyish-pink light. At the door of the Guild House she stopped, touched Camillas hand.

I swear you shall know everything some day, oath-sister. she said, using the word in the most intimate form. Not now, Camilla, I beg you, give me a little time.

Camilla stopped in the street and put her arms around Magda, holding her close. You are my sister, and my beloved, she said. You are sworn to me and I to you. Tell me what you wish, whenever you wish, and in your own time, my precious. I trust you. She kissed Magda, and suddenly leaned forward and picked her up.

Come love, she said, we must be inside before the last moon sets, that is our law. She carried her up the steps and inside the house.

What a bitch I am, Magda thought. Ive played hell with two men todaythree if you count Peterand now Im using Camillas love and devotion to give myself timetime to think what I can say to her.

But she was overcome with such a wave of fatigue that she could hardly stand on her feet. Without protest she let Camilla lead her up the stairs.

Toward morning, Magda began to dream. She was living in Married Personnel Quarters in the HQ skyscraper, but somehow all the showers and bath sections had been redesigned, and women from the Guild House were living in little doorless cubicles all along the corridors, so that she wandered in them for hours trying to find a place for a shower unobserved; and through all this she could not allow them to know that she was pregnant nor that she had had a mark tattooed on her back. She was not sure what it said, but it was something like the Product of the Terran Empire mark which went on goods imported to fully developed planets and prohibited on Class B Undeveloped ones like Darkover. She kept trying to find Jaelle in the confusing quarters, because Jaelle knew Terran writing and could read it to her. It had been done while she was asleep and somehow they had made a mistake while she slept, and tattooed Jaelle with the mark too. And she was pregnant, and she kept thinking how pleased Peter would be, but what would Jaelle think? If she could only find Peter, they could all straighten it out, but he was nowhere to be found in the miles and miles of tiled corridor, because all the Quarters had been redesigned for Darkovan living on the HQ base and he was out somewhere redesigning the Guild House for Terrans who wanted to explore living on Darkover in native style. But that would make it no better than a hotel, she heard someone say querulously in her mind, and then she and Jaelle were trying to hold up the roof of the Guild House while Marisela and someone else whose face she could not see& was it the small freckled Amazon who had bandaged her feet on the fire lines?& could search through a long telescope for Dom Anndra Carr. Only, though she could see the ground lenses clearly, sparkling blue like Lady Rohanas matrix, the telescope was invisible and kept slipping out of their hands as if it had been greased with glycerine. Then someone was calling her, and Bethany from the Coordinators office was saying, Margali? Oh, I think she slept last night in Camillas room& and she woke, to hear those very words spoken aloud, followed by a knock on the door.

Margali? Margali? Camilla, is she there?

Magda woke, blinking, grasping at absurd troubled remnants of the dream. Camilla, sitting up in bed, was swearing under her breath as she hunted for her stockings.

What is it? Who wants me?

Mother Lauria, downstairs, said Irmelin. There is a visitor and only you can talk to her, for some reason or othera woman who has had some terrible skin disease and is all discolored, dark as a cralmacs hide&

Cholayna, Magda thought, and jumped up, grabbing some clothes and running to splash her face with the icy water. What in the devil can she want here? And is Jaelle with her?

Jaelle was not; Cholayna had come alone, and was talking amiably with Mother Lauria in the Strangers Room. When Magda came in, Mother Lauria said, I will leave you alone for a moment; but I hope you will both join me in my office in a little while. Margali, you have not breakfasted; shall I send for tea and rolls in my office? Mestra, may I offer you breakfast?

Cholayna smiled and nodded. I had forgotten it was a holiday here and that some of you would still be sleeping, she said, as Mother Lauria went away, and they told me they could not find you in your room, they thought for a minute that you were sleeping out; some of the women slept out of the House on Festival Night. Abruptly and with a flash of memory Magda remembered Rafaella with her hair mussed and her tunic open, showing her breasts, going off with the Guardsman. How was she better than that? She had spent yesterday morning in Montys arms and this morning they had had to look for her in Camillas bed. Nonsense; she was a grown woman, it was nothing to Cholayna where she spent her night, or with whom. Magda braced herself, remembering that she had resigned last night. She said bluntly, Why have you come here? None of it is anything to do with me any more. No, I mean it this time, Cholayna, you cant talk me out of it the way you did when you first came here. What do I owe you now?

Not to me, Cholayna said, but to your sisters, and perhaps to yourself. You have a very rare opportunity, Margali. She said the name in Darkovan, and Magda was astonished. But still distrustful.

You tell me that, Cholayna? I have heard it all before, and it has brought me nothing but griefalways between two worlds and never at home in either Astonished, Magda discovered that her eyes were prickling as if she were about to cry, and she stopped herself, appalled, wondering, what on earth do I have to cry about? Im mad, not unhappy! And then such a surge of misery flooded up within her that she clamped her teeth over the pain, knowing that if she shed a single tear she would cry and cry until she melted like Alice into a pool of tears. She said, tightly, against it, Everyone who has told me that has wanted to use me one way or the other. When can I be simply myself, do what is good for myself and not for a hundred other people?

When you are in your grave, Cholayna said gently, No one alive lives only for herself. We are all part of one another, one way or another, and anyone who does any action which is not for the common good is little more than a murderer.

I am not interested in your religion! Magda almost shouted.

That is not religion. The other womans dark face held an eerie calm. Philosophy perhaps. It is a simple fact; no one can do anything without either helping or harming everyone with whom she has any contact of any kind. Only an animal does not take that into account. Her face softened. You are very dear to me, Magda. I have never had children; I decided many years ago that they were not for me since I could not rear them among my own people and I would not bring them up haphazardly, crammed into the niches and crannies of a life roving around from world to world. I hoped I had found in you something that women find in their daughtersa sense of continuity She stopped, and Magda, ready to throw a rude or angry voice back into the womans face, was silenced.

She thought, If I betray Cholayna, then I am false to the real spirit of the Amazon Oath, and wondered what in the world had brought that into her mind.

She asked sullenly, What do you want of me, Cholayna?

Cholayna reached for her hand, then sighed and did not touch her. At the moment? Only to take no irrevocable decisions. I could have killed Montray; I am not sure it would not have been a good thing if I did, but alas, the habit of non-violence is too strongand he is not even good to eat! The joke was not a good one, but she laughed nervously anyway.

If you feel you must go out of our reach for a time, at least help me to settle, with Lauria, which of your sisters shall work with the Headquarters, learning our ways for the benefit of both worlds.

Part of Magda was angry at Cholayna for presuming to use the special speech of the Amazons, for speaking about her sisters and her duty to them, but there was a curious feel in the room, as if Cholayna were not speaking only in words but somehow communicating with her on a deeper level. She knew things which the older woman had not told her, would never dream of telling her, had probably never told anyone alive, things of which Cholayna was not fully aware herself, and it terrified Magda to know this much about any human being. She thought, she is wide open, without knowing clearly what she meant by the words, and so am I. She sensed the weariness in the long, lean face and body, the pain from the alien sun, the sense that it was very dark here, the longing for the brighter warmth and light of her own world; Cholayna was living in what to her was an eerie half-light. She knew that Cholayna was potentially a lover of women, as much or more than Camilla, but because of the worlds where her life had been spent, it had never surfaced into her consciousness. But this was why she had spent her life in the teaching and training of younger women, in a half-formed hope that one day some one of them would give her, she hardly knew what herself, some returned warmth which she identified with the warmth of her own sun which had been so long denied her. And she did not clearly know this herself, and yet Magda knew it, and her scalp crinkled and icy fingers of dread ran down her back one by one, she did not know what this meant and could not guess. It was like the night she had wakened in Jaelles arms and the other woman, drawn perhaps by that flooding awareness between them, had kissed her; only this time it could not be dismissed as a random sexual impulse, it was deeper than that. A thing of the spirit? Magda was not comfortable with such ideas and she suspected that Cholayna would be appalled by them.

Yet the emotion was there and she could neither identify nor restrain it. As for rebuffing it, it would have been as unthinkable to slap Camilla when she proffered her love and devotion. Magda lowered her head so that Choiayna would not see the tears in her eyes and said ungraciously, fighting whatever it was that was making her want to cry, Well, I will do that, of course, I dont want to leave any loose ends. Mother Lauria is waiting for us.

In Mother Laurias office the older woman had sent for breakfast; there was a platter of hot bread, smoking and sliced, another plate of the cold sliced Festival cake, raisins studded all through it, left over from the day before; and a huge steaming pitcher of the roasted-grain drink the Amazons drank in lieu of wine or beer. There was also a bowl of hard-boiled eggs and a dish of soft curd cheese. Impelled by a feeling she would never have considered until this morning, Magda said quickly, You will not want to eat the eggs, Cholayna, since they once had life, but everything else you can eat freely.

Thank you for warning me, Magda, said Cholayna imper-turbably. I do not expect the world to be arranged for my convenience; I have, perhaps, become too dependent on man-made foods. Perhaps the Alphan scruples are foolish anyway. It was a wise sage who said that it is not what goes into our mouths that defiles us, but what comes forth from them; lies and cruelty and hatred& She helped herself to the cheese, and took a piece of the cake, and Magda saw her turning it thoughtfully in her mouth.

Have your people such a saying? Mother Lauria asked. Some women in this house make a point of eating only grains and fruits; yet their sage wrote that everything which shares this world with us has life, even to the rocks; and all things prey and feed upon one another and come at last to feed the lowest life of all. So that we should eat reverently of whatever comes to us, bearing in mind that some life was sacrificed that we might live and that one day we will feed life in our turn. Ah, well, another philosopher has written that the morning after Festival makes every drunkard a philosopher!

She laughed and passed a jar of fruit conserve to Magda, who spread some on her bread, wishing she could explain her feelings in terms of a simple hangover!

Well, we must decide, said Lauria briskly, finishing the tea in her mug. I feel that Marisela should be the first.

I agree, and I doubt not she will teach the Terrans as much as she learns from them,said Cholayna, but can she be spared here?

Probably not, but she must have this chance all the same, said Mother Lauria. Keitha can do her work, and later have her turn. I would like to send JanettaMargali, are you as sleepy as that? Should I send you back to bed?

Oh, no, Magda said quickly. It had seemed to her for a moment that Marisela was standing in a corner of the office listening to their deliberations and at the same time she knew Marisela was upstairs in her bed, still half asleep, wondering how long she could enjoy this delicious sleep before someone came in search of a midwife and roused her. She was not alone in bed, and Magda recoiled, not wanting to know this about Marisela either. She said hastily, Janetta is too rigid, she could not, I think, accept Terran ways.

She is more intelligent than you think her, Mother Lauria said. There is little here to challenge her mind; I had hoped to send her to Arilinn, but she would never make a midwife, shes not sympathetic enough to women. She herself has decided she wishes for no children, having a certain distaste for the preliminaries. Yet there is no other training available to her; Nevarsin will not train female healer-priests. She is extremely clever, too clever for most of the things ordinary women, even Amazons, are able to do. She has no interest in soldiering, nor has she the physical strength for it. I think she would be very valuable to you; and what she learns would be priceless to us as well.

Magda still felt skeptical, and Mother Lauria continued You do not know Jannis story. She came from a village where her mother was left widowed with seven children, and had no other skills to keep them, so she became a harlot. She tried to train Janetta to her trade before the girl was twelve. For a year or two Janni was too young and timid to resist; then she ran away to us.

Camilla had said it once; every Renunciate has her own story and every story is a tragedy. How have I earned my place among them?

There is a young woman called Gwennis, Mother Lauria said. She is at Nevarsin now, working with some scrolls in the keeping of the brothersyou do not know her, Margali

I do not know her well enough to recommend her for this, Magda said, but she is my oath-sister, after allshe was in the band led by Jaelle.

I think she would be a good choice, Mother Lauria said. The very fact that she volunteered for that work would perhaps make her good at this. And perhaps Byrna; she has an inquiring mindnot to mention that she is still pining tor her child and this would be a blessing, give her something new to think about. Cholayna she used the Terran womans name hesitantly, have you any particular ideas about what age these women should be?

I do not think it matters, Cholayna said. They should, perhaps, not be too young. Your people, I have heard, are trusted with responsibility at an earlier age than ours; but if the Empire people thought them mere children, they might not take them seriously enough, as independent adults. Not younger than twenty, I should think.

So old? Mother Lauria asked. Magda was remembering that Irmelin was one of the most bookish women in the House, spending most of her leisure hours in reading or sometimes in writing for Mother Lauria in her office, and suggested her name.

I think she is too lazy, perhaps, too content with things as they are, Mother Lauria said. Three years ago, perhaps, but not now. Though if she wishes it, once it is made clear to her how much work it is, she might be given a chance. Certainly she is intelligent enough, and does not shrink from hard work.

What I would like, Cholayna said, would be a chance to administer one of the specific intelligence tests to all of your women& we have some very good ones which are not culturally biased, measuring only the ability to think abstractly and to learn.

That might be valuable to us as well, said Mother Lauria. Certainly there are stupid women, just as there stupid men, but the most intelligent of women can be taught as a girl that seeming stupid is her most useful skill when she is among men, and most of them are clever enough to learn to do that! The ones who cannot learn that, or will not learn it, are often the ones who come to us. But sometimes we have women who are even afraid to try to learn to read, because they have been taught so well that it is beyond their skills! How, in Evandas name, anyone can think that a woman who spins and weaves and grows food in her own greenhouse and supervises her servants, teaches her children, and manages all of a familys resources, can be called stupid, I will never know! It is as if we should call a farmer, who can manage crops and animals at all seasons of the year, stupid because he knows nothing of the philosophy of the ancient sages! Women come here thinking themselves stupid, and I do not know how to convince them otherwise. But perhaps, if your tests were presented as games, and I could convince them that there are different kinds of learning&

Well, certainly we have enough tests, and people to administer them, said Cholayna. I am thinking of one of the technicians in the Psych department. She might be a good one to send here, not only for your sake but for her ownI think she could learn much from you. She is Cholayna hesitated; I am not sure of your wordMagda, help me? One who has no sexual interest in men

Menhiédris, said Magda, using the politest of many words; ruder ones were used every day in the Guild House but she was feeling sensitive on that subject just now.

She would welcome knowing that there was a place in this culture which would not despise her, Cholayna said. A good many of our cultures areshall we say far from perfect? It would interest her to know how your society structures such things. She might feel at home among you, more than some others, if you think they could accept anyone from another world. As, perhaps, you have accepted MagdaMargali?

Mother Lauria said rather stiffly, I am glad you think there is something where we can teach as well as learn from you, and Cholayna smiled at her with disarming friendliness.

Oh, you must not judge us by our worst and narrowest, Lauria. It is unfortunate that our Coordinator is a narrow-minded man, the worst rather than the best, a political appointee who has never wished to be here at all. But we have those among us who truly love the worlds where we are assigned, and wish to share them. Magda, for instance

Mother Laurias face softened.

Margali has been truly one of us, she said, and if there are others of your people who are like heror like yourself, Cholaynawe would welcome them as friends. And to be just, there are enough of our people who are narrow-minded, who judge your people by the men in the spaceport bars, not your scientists and your wiser men. There are even some who still think your people sky-devils& For their sake, I think, Margali, it is time to reveal the truth; who you are and where you came from, so that when they speak disparagingly of Terrans, those who know better may say to them, but look, Margali is one of them, and she has lived as a sister to us in this house for a whole year, and show them that their prejudices are foolish& what do you say to that, Margali?

Magda felt dismayed; surely not yet, surely she could not yet face the sudden shock and hostility with which at least a few would greet her& and even as the thought crossed her mind it seemed she could almost see the hostile faces, the rejection where there had been friendship, the awkwardness when they knew she had won friendship under false pretenses&

Again Cholayna was taking it for granted that she would again agree to put herself on the line between the two cultures, that again she would choose to be in the vulnerable spot of liaison of her two worlds. How they would despise her when they knew! And Camilla, Camilla would surely hate her&

I never allowed myself to be vulnerable to any man as I have been to Camilla; always before I have been guarded, trying always to be strong and in perfect possession of myself. With Camilla it is different, and I cannot bear that she should judge me harshly, it would be worse than when I lost Peter. One of the reasons he left me, she thought, was because I was too independent and could not surrender myself and my judgment, and now&

Margali? And suddenly Magda knew that she had lost track of the conversation, that both Mother Lauria and Cholayna were looking at her. She said at random, What was that you said about Camilla? I am sorry, my mind was wandering, and then she was frightened. How had she known they were speaking about Camilla?

Are you ill, Margali? You are as white as a shroud, Mother Lauria said, and Cholayna asked, smiling, if she had danced too late last night.

No one is good for anything on the day after Festival, Lauria said This was the wrong time for this visit, perhaps, but you could not know that. All we said, Margali, was that Camilla is in the house and she probably knows the women better than I; when you have trained a girl in swordplay and self-defense, you know all her weaknesses. The same is true of Rafaella, but she slept out last night, Camilla said. Would you run upstairs and ask her to come down to us? Your legs are younger than mine.

Magda was glad to get out of the room, and on the stairs she stopped, gasping, holding herself together by sheer force of will. It was happening again, once again it seemed as if she were like a spider at the center of the web, twitching everywhere and feeling the threads move, upstairs to where Marisela was awake and singing as she splashed her face with the icy water& someone is on the steps seeking a midwife, but how had Marisela known that? The same way that I know it? Lady Rohana called it laran& but she also said I had learned to barrier it, what has happened to my control? She could feel Irmelin downstairs in the kitchen, she could hear Rezi and two other women cursing as they struggled with barn-shovels; the very dairy-animals sensed the disturbances of midsummer, or was it only that after dancing till very late the inflexible routine of caring for the animals did not fit well with a hangover? Keitha& Keitha is more prejudiced even than I about lovers of women, I was not the only women to succumb to someone I loved at Midsummer&

In Evandas name, why are you blocking the staircase? demanded a cross voice behind her, and Magda, shaking, drew herself upright to face Rafaella. She was still wearing her holiday gown, which looked strange in the morning glare, and her hair was mussed, her eyes reddened. It was obvious even to Magda how she had spent the night& or am I reading minds again?

She moved to one side, with a murmur of apology, but Rafaella stopped and looked at her, taking her brusquely by the arm.

What in hell ails you? You look as if you were going into labor or something like that!

No, no, Im quite wellMother Lauria sent me on an errand

Then go and do it, Rafaella said, not unkindly, but you look as if you, not I, were the one who had spent a sleepless night and drunk too much. Well, I dont suppose we are the only ones; when you have done your errand, you had better spend the rest of the day in bedpreferably alone! She laughed and went on up the stairs, and Magda, feeling her face flush with heat, managed to recover herself and go on up to Camillas room. The older woman was awake and half dressed; she heard Rafaella on the stairs and put her head out into the hall.

So you woke the dawn-birds, Rafi lovewas it worth it?

Rafaella rolled her eyes expressively, then chuckled. How would you know if I told you? But oh, yesfor once in the year! Now I shall go and sleep! She disappeared into her room, and Camilla chuckled softly as she turned to Magda.

Did you come to find me? I supposed that Mother Lauria and the Terran woman would send for me sooner or later&

Is she doing it too? Magda felt brittle, raw-edged as if she would fly into pieces; one part of her was seized by Rafaellas much too clear surface memories of the night just past, he must have been quite a man, a memory of excitement, pleasant athletic competence, and she was furious with herself because the shared memory sent a flood of sexual heat through her own body, and now Camilla was reading her message before she delivered it. Did they all do it? It had never happened before, Camilla was red-haired, it was not impossible she had some Comyn blood; faded now, gingery sand-colored, but when she was a young girl she must have been bright redhead, Tallo, they said here, like Jaelle, but as she looked at Camilla it seemed that the gaunt scarred face slid off and what she saw was a lovely child, fourteen or fifteen, shining dark-red curls, a delicate arrogance, a sheltered child treated like a princess&

&a lovely child, yes. small good it did me, then a flood of confused memories tumbling one over the other, a delicate child suddenly torn away from home into the hands of bandits, the roughest of men, repeated brutal violation, a plaything for the cruellest of them, from hand to hand like a whore, no, worse than a whore, not even a human being, beaten like an animal when I tried to escape& lashes ripping flesh from the bones& Magda had seen the scars on face and body& I cannot be reading all this, but her own body was racked with the same, horror, pain& and then a flood of denial, dread&

No, she managed to gasp, Camilla, dont and again shame washed over her, how could she refuse even to remember when her friend had had to endure all this, when the memory alone was enough to make Magda retch&

Margali! Bredhiya & Camilla caught her as she swayed, and the touch brought another flood of the unendurable, intolerable memories&

Then, abruptly like a slamming door, they were cut off, and it was only the familiar Camilla again, saying gently, I am sorry, I did not know you werevulnerable to that.

I thinkI am going mad Magda choked. I amI keep reading peoples minds

Camilla sighed. I supposeJaelle has the Ardais Gift, a little; she is a catalyst telepath, and you are so close, she has perhaps awakened your own laran. And of course she does not know how strong it is; she has managed to barricade herself so well, she hardly knows she has laran at all. And of course I learned long ago to remain barriered, for months at a time I never even think of it; living among the head-blind, one does learn to keep barriers up. I promise you, my dear, I have never tried to read you, neverviolated your privacy. A long time ago I made the decision to set all that aside. I have never turned back. This does not happen twice in five years. Forgive me, sister.

I thinkperhaps you should forgive me, Magda managed to murmur. The world was slowly coming back into normal focus, but it seemed that only the thinnest of veils guarded her from that unendurable wide-openness to everybody and everything.

You have had no training, the older woman said, and I when I was a girlafter she moved her hand, unwilling to speak, and Magda knew what she meant, after the ordeal of which Camilla had spoken only once, after what she had read& how can she live with such memories?

My family could never manage to forget, Camilla said quietly. I had to learn, or die. But enough of that, lovenow we must go down to Mother Lauria. Margali, are you all right?

Magda managed to nod. Once again she felt a desperate wish to lean on the strength of the older woman. She could not endure what was happening to her, and despite Camillas words she was not ready to admit that it was, in fact, happening.

She could hear excited voices at the door as she came downstairs, and Mariselas gentle voice soothing the tumult.

Yes, yes, I understand, my little onesno, truly, your Mammy isnt going to die, she is going to birth your little brother or sister, that is all. Yes, yes, I will hurry. Irmelin, take our little friends here into the kitchen and give them some bread and honeythings were too confused at home for breakfast this morning, were they not, girls? And you can look into the Guild House kitchen and see what it is like, you would like to have a look, wouldnt you? She made a laughing gesture at the women on the staircase, then her eyes met Magdas and her face changed as abruptly as if she had been slapped.

Ah, Goddess, I did not knowMargali, I know I must speak with you, and yet she pressed her hands, distracted, to her head. I must hurry; in spite of what I said to the little girls, this is the womans fifth child and there is not much time to spend. She came quickly to Magda and put her hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes. Magda thought, she knows what is happening to me. But that is not possible.

Promise me, little sister, that you will not do anything rash before you and I can sit down together like sisters and have a good talk, such as we have never hadI am at fault, I should have known better, but promise me, Margalinow I must go and get my bag. But wait, do you really need me as much as that? My duty to a sister comes first; shall I send Keitha to take care of this confinement and stay with you, breda?

But already the overload of sensation and confusion was fading. I am imagining things, Magda thought, overtired, I drank too much last night, and you can believe anything when you have a hangover. Of course not, Marisela, go along; look, the children are waiting for you. The little girls had appeared at the door to the kitchen, their faces and pinafores smeared with honey. Marisela still looked uncertain.

Look after her, Camilla, just while I go up and arouse Keitha

Pah! Camilla wrinkled her nose with contempt. You leroni, you think you have the answers to everything, dont you? Ill look after her. You attend to birthing babies, which is what you do best! She laid an arm around Magdas shoulders, and Marisela sighed and turned to the little girls, grabbing up the black canvas sack in which she kept the tools of the midwifes trade.

Come along, let us get back to your Mammy, my dears.

Come along, love, Camilla said. Mother Lauria is waiting, and Magda, pulling herself together, followed her into the office; but it seemed still that she could see the troubled blue eyes of the midwife resting on her back.

Yet inside the office it was as if a button had been pushed and her mind clicked over into another gear, all the way back to normal. Camilla was perfectly barriered& she will not do that incredible thing to me, not as Marisela has done, she is so tightly barriered from years of habit. I do not think Camilla has even read me enough to know I am Terran. But perhaps I should have asked Marisela to stay, perhaps she can help me learn to shut all this out&

But no. It had never happened, Magda decided, looking from Cholaynas wise brown eyes to Camillas level gray ones. She was simply imagining things. Camilla was listening to Cholaynas description of what they wanted, giving serious attention to it.

Gwennis, Camilla said, Margali, she was among your oath-sisters that night we witnessed your oath, but perhaps you would not remember herit is a crime not to know your own oath-sisters. She would be good for this, the very fact that she was willing to go and learn at Nevarsin

If she is Margalis oath-sister, Mother Lauria said, I would not like to separate them again as soon as Gwennis has come back, by sending Gwennis to the Terran Zone, unless Margali is to go too, and Magda realized, and again it struck her with the difference. Mother Lauria really meant it just like that; her priorities were so different it was still impossible, even after half a year in the House, for Magda really to understand how her mind worked. She really thought it was more important that Magda and Gwennis should remain together, just because of the accident that they had both happened to run into one another that night in the travel-shelter where Magda had taken the Oath, than that Gwennis should have an opportunity to study under the Terrans! Suddenly Magda felt alienation again, She was so different, here among these strangers, and fought furiously to shut it out again. It was just a matter of making up her mind not to surrender to it. Camilla was looking at her expectantly, and she said, pulling herself together, But I really know nothing about Gwennis; I met her only that one night. She knew Camilla, and Mother Lauria too, would be shocked if she confessed that of the women who had been there when she took her oath, she could remember only Jaelle and Camilla, and she could not even remember which had been Gwennis, and which the other womenSherna, was it? Devra? She was not even sure of their names. Yet she was sworn to them.

They spent hours working in Mothers Laurias little office, but the afternoon sun had begun to grow dim in the room when Mother Lauria stretched and yawned.

Well, I think we have the proper groupif only the women we have chosen are pleased; if they all refuse then we will have to start again

But they will not all refuse, certainly, said Camilla. One or two of them might, which is why we have chosen ten instead of five or six. And you, of course, will want to talk to them Cholayna, she added, rather shyly. Magda was pleased to see that they liked one another. But still Cholayna has not mentioned that I am Terran. How will Camilla feel when she knows that? Will she hate me? I love her. I do not want to leave her, and then Magda realized she must be tireder than she thought; she was seeing pictures again, herself riding away from Camilla, the older womans sad face& when would they meet again, if ever? This was nonsense; she would not leave Camilla, not now. Not for a long time, she hoped, though she was still not sure there would be any kind of permanent commitment.

At one moment, during the long love-play before they slept this morning, Camilla had stopped for a moment, looked at her with heartbreaking intensity. Margali, I would swear an oath with you; you know that? and Magda had laughed and kissed her, but inside she thought; No. I am not yet ready for this. Not yet, if ever. Something inside had warned her not to say anything rash.

Just like a Terran. Keep control all the time, never just let anything happen&

I think we are all too tired to go on much longer, Mother Lauria said, and we have done as much as we can before we bring it up in House meeting, which will be in four days. You can come then and talk to us, Cholayna, and meet these women face to face, and ask them for their own opinions. So she rose, briskly, though Magda could see the lines of weariness in the old womans face. Cholayna, will you stay and eat dinner in the House? Our women may as well begin to get used to you as our friend.

It would please me, Cholayna temporized, but perhaps we should go a bit more slowly, until they know who I am and why I am here. Once I have been introduced in your House Meeting, and they have a chance to decide for themselves whether they wish to make friends

You are right, Mother Lauria said, then I shall expect you on the evening of that night; you will dine in the House with us before the meeting?

I should be honored, she said. It seemed to Magda that she was a little fearful.

Remember, Mother Lauria, that Cholayna does not eat meat, or any food which has once had life.

That can be arranged, easily enough, Mother Lauria said, and Cholayna smiled with relief as she went into the hallway to find her outer coat, a thick fur thing covering her uniform, which was more adapted to the heated corridors of the Headquarters.

Janetta was on Hall-duty; Mother Lauria introduced her to the Terran woman. Janettas face lightedshe had been suggested, Magda remembered, for this kind of learning, and evidently Mother Lauria had mentioned it to her.

Janetta will escort you back through the city, Mother Lauria said. No, really, Cholayna, it is growing late, and if you lost yourselfthere are some quarters where a Terran would not be safe, and some where a woman would have trouble, and you are both. I am sure that you, like Margali, can protect yourself, perfectly well, but it would be easier if you had no need to do so; I am sure she has told you that one of the first laws of a Renunciate is that it is better to avoid a situation causing trouble than to get out of it once it has happened.

I should be honored, said Janetta with quiet formality. She laid a hand for a moment on her knife. Nothing will happen while she is in my care, Mother.

But this is ridiculous, Cholayna said, laughing, Do you really think I need an armed escort? No, Magda realized, she had not said it, once again she had heard Cholayna thinking those words, then realizing that they would have been offensive, a rebuff of something that was very serious to Janetta; aloud Cholayna said only, Thank you, Janetta; it is very kind of you, and kind of you, Lauria, to arrange it. The two women stood looking at one another for a moment, then Lauria suddenly laughed and hugged her.

All Amazons are sisters, and the Goddess grant, one day I may truly welcome you as one of us; till then, you are welcome among us as a kinswoman, Cholayna, she said, and Cholayna, hugging her in return, said seriously, May it be so, indeed.

Magda, watching, knew she had witnessed something very important, more important than anything Montray had babbled about diplomatic relationships, in its own way just as important as that invitation from Comyn Castle to bring a Terran delegation to Festival ball. Now indeed I have done the work which I came here to do, she caught herself thinking, but she shook Cholaynas hand and heard the woman saying that she would see her in a few days from now.

I like her, Camilla said, as they stood in the hallway watching Janetta escort her down the walk, as I never thought I would like any woman from another world. Kindrawho was my Oath-mother as well as Jaellesused to say that a day would come when we would find we had much to learn from the Terrans, and every year I grow more convinced of how wise she was. You knew the Terrans when you were in Caer Donn as a child, did you not, Margali? I could see that you knew one another well. She yawned. Well, we have spent the whole day at this, but I do not think it was wasted. I had meant to go out for a ride today, I am weary of being housebound, and I thought I might get leave to take you out with me. But it is too late now to ride, I thinklook, the nights rain is beginning; Janni will be soaked before she returns!

Oh, she wont melt, Mother Lauria laughed. She is used to being out in all weathers& Margali, how tired you look, my dear! Take her upstairs and put her back to bed, Camilla, and we will send you both up some supper. You wont mind that, will you, my girls? She winked at them kindly, and Magda thought, abashed, She knows we are lovers; well, of course, she probably takes it for granted that any woman coming to the house will experiment before the Housebound time is past. Even Keitha, who was so scornful& and she remembered how she had sensed, this morning, that Marisela was not alone& well, their work had thrown them together, as with Magda and Camilla, only perhaps she was more open to it than the cristoforo Keitha

And where is Marisela? Mother Lauria asked, so appropriately that for a moment Magda wondered if the Guild-Mother, too, was reading her mind. I knew she went out on a case this morning; it must have been unusually difficult, poor girl, she will be half dead when she comes home; I think I will make her go up and have supper in bed too! These things always happen, for some reason, the day after Festivalis Keitha still here to look after her when she comes in?

No indeed, said Irmelin, who was on hall-duty. I saw her go out with her midwifes bag; a man came for her, and since Marisela was not yet back, she went out with him

She should not go about the city alone, said Mother Lauria, troubled, Legally she is housebound still; but worse than that, her husband might still try to revenge himself on her, or to catch her outside alone, so that he could get her home and imprison her&

She knew that, said Irmelin, but I think this man had spoken in her presence to Marisela; Keitha knew him and said she could not let a woman suffer when there was need of her skill. I think she believes her work as midwife may even be more important than her Renunciates Oath

There is nothing in either to negate the other, said Camilla, yet I am her Oath-mother and I worry about her; I should go to the mans house and make certain she is all right, perhaps escort her home to be sure she is safe. Marisela would never forgive me if I let anything happen to her&

That would be a good idea, said Mother Lauria, relieved, Irmelin, did she leave word where she was going?

To the Street of the Nine Horseshoes, said Irmelin, and Camilla pulled down a cloak from the ones hanging in the hallway.

Shall I take Margali with me. Mother?

Indeed not, said Mother Lauria severely. It is bad enough for one novice to go out into the streets on the night after Festival, which Keitha should not have done without asking leave; though I can see how it would seem natural to her to rush off to deliver a child. But not both of them. If you dont wish to go alone, take Rafaella or someone, but not Margali.

Camilla bowed somewhat ironically to the Guild Mother and went out, saying, I will be back as soon as I know she is safe

No, no, wait and escort her home, said Mother Lauria, though I am sorry to send you out when you are so tired. But Margali is a big girl and can put herself to bed for once! She chuckled, and Magda felt herself blushing. She said, Dont be silly, I am not as tired as all that; I will go and see if they can use any help in the dining room putting supper on the table, since Keitha is not here.

You mustnt mind, said Irmelin while they were putting on their aprons and taking down crockery bowls. It is always so, they like to tease the women who have become loversafter a few days they will take you for granted, as they do Cloris and Janetta, but if you and Camilla quarrel and stop sharing a bed they will tease you again for a few days, that is all; you heard how they teased Rafi when she went home for the night with a manand speaking of Rafaella, did I not hear her on the stairs just now?

No, she went out hours ago, when you were all in Mothers office, said Rezi, She said she had a caravan to take out, Shaya had sent for her from the Terran Zone. I had all kinds of questions to ask her, but she had no time for any of them, and Margali

Never mind, said Mother Lauria hastily. Go after Camilla; take your knife and go swiftly. If it is truly a trap that Keitha has walked into

Rezis face changed. She said, By the Goddess, I never thought of that! And Keitha is out alonethe Street of the Nine Horseshoes, you said? She was drawing on her cloak as she spoke. Ill catch up to Camilla before the end of the street.

The door banged behind her, and Mother Lauria said, We need not wait dinner. I am sure there is nothing worth waiting for anyhow; the night after Festival there will be nothing on the table but leftovers.

Well, there is half a roast rabbithorn, Irmelin said, and plenty of the gravy and stuffing. And if anyone does not want leftovers there is plenty of good bread and cheese, and after Festival it would do anyone good to fast for a day or two anyhow. The women moved around, finding seats.

Magda was glad Camilla had not gone alone; the woman was not young and they had had a couple of sleepless nights. Yet she wished she could be the one to fight at Camillas back, if fighting was needed; she envied Rezi, who was sent matter-of-factly to defend her sister. She took up a piece of cheese and nibbled it absentmindedly.

She should have gone with Camilla. Mother Lauria was wrong. Camilla was her oath-sister and her lover; it was her personal responsibility to fight beside her; and Keitha was her oath-sister as well, so that it was her personal responsibility to protect Keitha too. She should have argued Mother Lauria into realizing that it was an obligation of honor.

I have been Terran all this day and now I am thinking like a Darkovan again&

There was a stir in the hallway and loud shouts, and three women came into the dining hall, their outdoor cloaks soaked.

Ah, how it rains! As if it were trying to make up for good weather on Festival night, like always, they cried. Well, we are back, everybody

Sherna! Gwennis! Devra! exclaimed Mother Lauria, coming forward to embrace them, and then everyone was up from the table to hug the newcomers, to help them off with their coats, to ask a thousand questions. It was the tall quiet one, Devra, who recognized Magda first and hugged her.

Margali! I had heard you were going to Neskaya, but of course Jaelle would have wished to bring you to her own House where is Jaelle nha Melora?

Oh, she has taken a freemate, and is living in the Terran zone

Jaelle? A freemate? Now will I truly believe that Durramans donkey can fly, said Gwennis, laughing boisterously. She would be the last woman in the world, I had thought, ever to give herself over to a manshe has been with Rafaella too much, that is all, Rafi has corrupted her

They all crowded to the table, teasing and joking. Sherna demanded, Where is Camilla?

She and Rezi went offthere was some worry about one of our novices, Mother Lauria said, A fear her husband might try to find her again outside the house; so they went to escort her home. And then the three of them had to be told all about the fight with Keithas husband and his hired mercenaries, about how Keitha had apprenticed to Marisela and later become her lover, rapid-fire gossip and shared memories and allusions which Magda could hardly follow. They told, too, how Magda had fought for the House and been woundedby now, Magda realized in surprise, they were not angry with her over the indemnity, but proud of her for defending them so well.

Cloris, fetch a couple of bottles of the good wine from the cellar, Mother Lauria said. We will drink to the return of our sisters.

We have more to drink to than that, said Rezi, coming in, with Keitha and Camilla, all very pale. As you thought, Mother, it was a trap. Oh, yes, there was a woman in childbirth, but while Keitha was there in the house someone had sent word to Shann MacShann. We found him in the street outside, ready to waylay Keitha when the child was born and she was done with her work.

Keitha looked pale but peaceful, though Magda could see that she had been crying. I should have been terrified, if my sisters had not been there. As it was, I told him that I should die before I ever came back to him, and laid my hand on my knife, saying that I would turn it either on myself or him, as he chose. So he took himself off, swearing and cursing me and vowing I should wait forever for the return of my dowry; and I told him to keep it for the boys when they were grown. I do not think he will trouble me again. He said at the last, as if it would make me wish to come back, that now he had found a decent woman who would not run away, so if I ever changed my mind she smiled faintly, it was too late. I think he was shocked when I wished him happiness with her. I did not tell him how sorry I was for her, whoever she is.

Camilla hugged Keitha and said We are all proud of you, breda. So now we can drink to his downfall as well. And you will really have something to tell Marisela when she comes back, she added with a sly grin, and Keitha blushed crimson.

The wine was brought and poured, and they all drank, laughing and toasting each other.

So now we are all here from that night in the travel-shelter except Jaelle, said Sherna, coming over and hugging Camilla and Magda together, Where is Shaya? Is she out with Rafaella on her travel-business? Did not one of you say she had taken a freemate, of all things?

Ah, Goddess! How stupid I am, exclaimed Rezi. Jaelle was here, and asking for you, Margaliit was hours ago! But you were closeted with Mother in her office and I could not interrupt, and then there was all the hullabaloo about Keitha, and it went right out of my head!

Magda swung toward her, and suddenly the awareness she had been keeping at bay, all this long day, crashed over her again.

Something is very wrong. Something terrible has happened to Jaelle& there was nothing specific about it, she simply knew, with a knowledge that went deeper than words, that Jaelle needed her, that Jaelle was in deep trouble; and yet when she should have kept herself open to Jaelle, she had barricaded herself and refused to accept the knowledge because she was afraid of it. She looked at Camilla in dismay, knowing that the older womans superb barriers had kept her locked tight against Jaelles need.

Danger. Danger, closing in on Jaelle from every direction. Red blood spilled on the sand. The dream and the bond they had shared. She had wakened in Jaelles arms, her friend needed her. but she had fled from it, and now Jaelle was gone, running away& Peter was dead, and now Jaelle was gone&

She could hardly hear her own voice.

Quick, Rezi! Tell me what happened!

Shayashe came for her horse, and for travel-food, and her bootsI loaned her my own riding boots; I do not know what had happened to her own. She had been crying, but she would not tell me what was wrong, and then she rode away. It was before the rain started.

Magdas throat felt tight. It was not Rezis fault. She should have known that Jaelle needed her, and she was shut up in Mother Laurias office discussing things that could have been settled in a moment, playing diplomacy games! But that was not fair either. Cholayna could not possibly have known. She looked at the women, still laughing and joking and drinking wine with the three who had returned from Nevarsin. They were Jaelles friends, too. Camilla was her oath-sister&

Outsiders. They were outsiders. None of them understood. Jaelle had crossed over some invisible line and she was an outsider just as Magda had always been an outsider here. Even Camilla had been able to shut it out, cut away Jaelles trouble lest it remind her of her own. Quietly, knowing that no one would pay the slightest attention, she slipped out of the dining hall, hurried up the stairs. Before Jaelle was too far out of the city, she could find her. Quickly she rolled warm stockings, extra warm underwear, her warmest trousers and tunic, into a bundle, changed her shoes for her riding boots. She ran down the back stairs, into the kitchen and made up a package of hard journey-bread from the barrel, some cheese and cold meat and a scoop of dried fruit from the bin. She hurried to the stable, quickly saddled her horse. It was the one she had ridden into the mountains when she went to rescue Peter Haldane; the one she had ridden to the fire lines. She was breaking her housebound oath but she hardly thought of that.

She was about to swing into the saddle when she saw that Camilla was standing at the stable door, watching her.

You cannot go, Margali, said Camilla in an undertone. Love, you must not. This is oath-breaking.

Magda let her foot slip from the stirrup. She came to Camilla and laid her hands on the womans shoulders.

Camilla, it is a matter of honor, she pleaded, and then, swallowing hard, used the weapon she had told herself she would not use.

We swore an oath in the mountains, before ever I came here to Thendara House, she said, her voice trembling. They had not, not in words, but she knew now that in the truest sense they had sworn their very lives to one another, when Jaelle lay dying with a bandits blow, and Magda had chosen to abandon her mission that Jaelle might live. Peter Haldane had never mattered to either of them, against that bond, only Magda had not known it till then.

If I had known, if I had known what Jaelle truly meant to me, she would never have married Peter; only I did not know. It was Camilla who taught me what Jaelle truly meant to me, that the love of sisters means more than any man living in this world&

We are bredhyini, Camilla, she said. I beg youif you love me, Camillalet me go after her.

Camillas face was white. I should have known, she said, and this was why you would not swear to me. I she drew a long breath. It does not matter that we have been lovers, she said after a moment. What is important is that we shall always be friends and sisters. If it is a matter of honor to you she hesitated a moment and said at last, You are oath-bound not to leave the House save at the command of one of the Guild Mothers. I am an Elder here, Margali. I may command you lawfully to go. She drew Magda to her and kissed her fiercely. Jaelle is my Oath-sister too, she said, and has been like a daughter to me. Go, Margali nha Ysabet, without oath-breaking. I will make it all right with Mother Lauria.

Oh, CamillaCamilla, I do love you

Camilla kissed her again. I love you too, she said gently, in more ways than you know. Go now. Give my love to Jaelle, and the Goddess grant you come through this safely. I do not know when we will meet again, my darling; be it as the Goddess wills, and may She ride with you.

Then Magda was in her saddle, her face blindly streaming tears as she rode past Camilla, and into the cobbled street. She did not know where she was going. Only that she was going after Jaelle, and that they had been moving inevitably toward this very moment, since that night in the travel-shelter in the Hellers.

I have not broken my Oath, Camilla has set me free. Yet she knew that she would have broken her Oath without question and without compunction, as if the Oath were a pair of old shoes that had grown too small and she had burst out of them.

Camilla does not know it, but I am no longer bound by the Guild, even as I am no longer simply a Terran. I have outgrown all these things. I do not know what I am now. Perhaps, when I find Jaelle, when I overtake her where she has gone, she will show me.

She was a Terran. She was a Renunciate. She was Darkovan. She had become a lover of women. She was a leronis, for surely what she had been fighting away all this day was laran. And now she must use it to follow where Jaelle had gone. But she was no longer simply any one of these things. All her life she had believed she must choose between being Terran and Darkovan, Magda or Margali. Intelligence Agent or Renunciate, lover of men or lover of women, head-blind or leronis, and now she knew that she could never describe herself as either one thing or the other, she knew that she was all of these things and that the sum of them all was more than any or all of them.

I do not know who or what I am. I only know that I do what I must, no more and no less.

She rode through the gates of the city, without looking back.

CHAPTER FOUR

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Jaelle did not even remember, as she went down the long corridor that led from Married Personnel Quarters, why she had such a shuddering disgust for drunkenness; she only knew that at this moment. Peter was loathsome to her. Well, she need not return, except once and briefly. Once their marriage had been formally dissolvedand she knew now that it must be dissolved, that it was as far in her past as the Great House of Jalak of Shainsathey might let her live off base, as the Renunciate Medic Technicians were allowed to do. But if they insisted that she must continue to fill Magdas placeas if she could, as if one person could ever be an exact equivalent for another, they had been mad ever to suggest itthey would have to allow her quarters in Unmarried Personnel. Magda, after all, had lived there.

She passed the cafeteria level. She should eat something. The main cafeteria had food she could manage to eat, and all she could get later would be the tasteless synthetics of the small cafeteria up in Communications. She remembered Marisela telling pregnant women in the House that they must eat whether they felt like it or not& they were no longer the masters of their own destinies, they had chosen to carry their children and that was a year-long commitment to the welfare of the childs body even before their own.

So I have become no better than any of Jalaks concubines, just a brood mare to bear the next generation. No better than Rohana, for all my gallant talk about personal freedom. Somewhere in the back of her mind she could hear Kindra saying that even becoming an Amazon did not exempt a woman from universal emotions, but she cut it off with vicious self-contempt. So now I must go into that nauseating cafeteria and stuff my disgusting body with food which revolts it, just because my wretched child, Peters child, which I did not want anyhow, is yelling at my body to feed it& Coldly she depersonalized the child into an it, a thing, not the daughter Rohana had told her she would bear& Welt, let her yell. Go ahead and cry, baby, nobodys going to feed you now. She turned decisively away from the sickening smells of the cafeteria, feeling that for a day, at least, she was back in charge of herself.

Upstairs in the Communications officefor, with maddening slowness, the Empire HQ Administration had not yet assigned the Intelligence Personnel to their new office space in Cholaynas divisionBethany looked pink and chipper.

Thats right, its not a holiday today, is it? Yesterday was some kind of enormous Darkovan holiday, I remember, she said, and they told me that half of Montrays staff was invited to some enormous affair across the City. Actually in Comyn Castle, wasnt it? She looked impressed, and Jaelle felt like snarling at her; the Comyn are not superhuman, they are just ordinary mortals with too much sense of their own damned importance. But she said glumlyafter all, Bethany was not responsible for her bad moodIts a damn shame you couldnt have gone instead of me. Youre prettier than I am and you probably dance just as well, and youd have enjoyed it. Festival is no treat for me.

Bethany chuckled.

Peter would have had something to say about that, wouldnt he? Anyhow, I went to bed at a decent hour last night, and from the long faces I see all over the department, there are plenty of you who seem to have danced till dawn. There are a few advantages to being so low down in the scale of hierarchy that you never get invited out to a Royal Command and dont have to stay up all night! Seriously, Jaelle, you look like something the cat wouldnt bother dragging in& can I get you some coffee or something?

Jaelle thanked her and declined. She didnt know what she needed, but coffee, which was not a Terran luxury she enjoyed, was certainly not that need.

Maybe you should have put yourself on sick report and gone up to Medic, said Bethany solicitously. After all, strictly speaking, you worked all night and should put in for overtime. It was, Jaelle imagined, one way of looking at itshe hadnt gone to Comyn Castle for her own pleasure, after all. But she only shook her headthe last thing she wanted was to be lectured by Medic about her responsibility to her unborn child and took her place at the desk which had once been Magdas and was now hers, until she could rid herself of the unwelcome responsibility, and surveyed the unfinished language tapes without enthusiasm.

I still feel as if I ought to be doing something more important than this. But I dont know what.

She worked without stopping for more than an hour until Monty stormed in, swearing.

Where in the hell is Cholayna? Shes not up in Intelligence and I cant find her anywhere.

Maybe she put in for a day of sick leave, said Bethany. Didnt she go to Comyn Castle last night?

Monty grinned humorlessly. Thats right she did and so, unfortunately, did the old man. My father said that listening to barbarian music squawking till the wee hours of the morning wasnt his idea of recreation and it wasnt what he was being paid for, anyhow. Could you page her in Medic and see if she registered to take the day off, Beth?

Subtly, as something Magda might have noticed, Jaelle recognized that small matter of protocol. He would not, now that he knew her importance, ask Jaelle to do routine chores like this; while Bethany, whose whole employment was to do small routine errands which higher status employees could not be troubled to do, could be interrupted at any time. She had noticed one thing among Terran woman employees; the scramble to find a position where they were more than small-errand runners for the men. They jealously fought for these marks of status. But they also accepted this as part of the conditions of their employment. Magda was proud of being out of the main centralized office she called the madhouse; it was not a point of view Jaelle sharedif she had to work in an office at all she would rather be with the other women rather than isolated in lonely splendor with the higher-status males. She was beginning to get some vague inkling of Terran social and cultural layering and it seemed foolish to her, but she was also intelligent enough to know that social structuring was seldom rational. Just last night she had had to explain simple matters of protocol and had at least inwardly jeered at the elder Montray because he could not understand why a man who had once been his employee, the man Carr, could not be casually approached without creating the equivalent of a diplomatic incident.

Bethany was using the Communication equipment which defined her job and which it seemed to be a matter of Terran etiquette to avoid using as you went up in the ranks of employment. At last she raised her head and said, Shes not in Medic, Monty, and I even got them to page her in her quarters, in case she was taking a day but was willing to be interrupted on an overtime basis. I got a message saying shed gone into the Old Town and would be at the Guild House of Renunciates.

Monty slammed his hand down on the desk, swearing. Any way to reach her there?

I shouldnt think so, Jaelle said. Now, she thought with an obscure sense of having been assaulted, I cannot even take refuge in the Guild House. Even there I find Terrans, Magda and now Cholayna have been welcomed there.

Im being sent out into the field, and I need Intelligence briefing, he explained quickly.

Lord Alderan, way up in the Hellers near Caer Donnthats where the old spaceport used to be, before it was moved down here to Thendara

I know where the Hellers are, Bethany said waspishly. Magda and Haldane both grew up there, didnt they?

Haldane could help me with this Monty began.

I wouldnt ask him, Jaelle said wryly, Hes up in our quarters, dead drunk and sleeping it off.

Monty said, after a minute, I heard that he and the Old Man had a flaming row last night and Peter stormed into the city. So he came in drunk, huh? Lucky bastard; I wish I could!

Whats your problem, Monty?

Going into the field, he said. I told you a little about itor was it Magda I told? I need to be sure I will not antagonize them, and he gave a deprecating smile, I cant afford to impress them as effeminate. I need to know precisely how to dress and what to doand what not to do under any circumstances. Magda made a start, but he shrugged.

For a moment a very clear picture of Magda and Monty in his quarters rushed over her& why am I suddenly picking up all this? Why can I not push it away as I have always done before& Magda, tying her Amazon knife to his waist, showing him how to move& she fought to barricade what she was picking up from Monty, including an overwhelmingly sexual awareness of Magda that filled her, for no reason at all, with bewildering rage. Why should I suddenly hate Monty because he has taken Magda to bed? Magda/Margali is not my lover& Fighting to be fair through the staggering wave of resentment that made her feel physically ill, she said, Of course I can help you, Monty. Come on up to Intelligence and tell me all about your business at Aldaran, unless its really a secret mission.

Not a bit of it, Monty responded. On the contrary, when Aleki heard about it, he was all smiles; he told the old Man hed deal with it personally as a Senatorial Representative, and you can imagine, the Old Man would have loved that! His voice was ironic. For once, Darkover is predictableor thats how he saw it. Some bigwig back in Caer DonnIll have to look up the details, but his name isAldaran of Aldaran and Sea his face wrinkled in a struggle. Jaelle, picked it up effortlessly from his mind. Aldaran of Aldaran and Scathfell, the old Seventh Domain of the Comyn; theyre not Comyn any more.

At war with Comyn?

Oh, no. Too far away for wars to make any sense. But they were once the Seventh Domain, and broke away.

Geographically I can see that makes sense, Monty said as they went into Ingelligence, looking at the map on the walls. This was something Cholayna had done, evidently. Jaelle had not seen it before. But then, why didnt Ardais break away from the Comyn too? It seems, geographically speaking, that the country would be divided between the Lowland Domains he pointed, the Aillards and Elhalyns in the lowlands, Ardais and Aldaran in the Hellers, and Altons, Hasturs in the Kilghard Hills, with the Ridenow way over here almost in the Dry Towns

You ask me for the answer to a riddle that no one has ever been able to understand, said Jaelle stiffly, yet the Aldaran are exiled from Comynperhaps for some old crime? No one truly knows; yet the Ardais have always been loyal to Comyn, though once, I am told, the Aldarans of Scathfell fought to make themselves Lords over Ardais too.

I dont, of course, expect to understand a thousand years of the History of the Domains overnight, said Monty. Anyhow, the Aldarans have put through a formal request to the Empire for technological help and assistance; Medic personnel, andthis is where I come inhelicopters and men to fly them. It seems that conventional aircraft are useless over the Hellersas you may remember from that episode in Comyn Castle when we were called there to talk about the Mapping and Exploring plane that went down, theyre not even really safe in the Kilghard Hills. Of course what you call hills on Darkover would be pretty formidable mountains on almost any other planet I can think of But helicopters, and some kinds of vertical take-off-and-landing aircraft, might be usable in spite of the thermal conditions in and around the Hellers, so I am being sent to do a feasibility study. Of course Im only in charge of protocol and liaison; Zeb Scotts going to handle the aircraft itself. And so I need a last-minute Intelligence briefingdamn Cholayna for taking this particular day off!

Cholayna has a right to a holiday, too, Jaelle said, so fiercely that Monty flinched.

Yes, of course, its damnably inconvenient for me, thats all, he said. But perhaps you can help; find me an outfit, tell us how to arrange transport. Theyll ship in the aircraft by cargo freight, of course, but we will have to have transport through the hills; foot transport. Your business, Cholayna told me once, was travel escort.

Yes; my partner, an Amazon, and myself, Jaelle said quietly. Let me send a message to the Guild House and my partner Rafaella can be arranging the transport. And suddenly she knew the answer to the whole complicated business. Peter could not prevent her from doing the work she had been hired to do in the Terran Zone. She would assign herself on this mission she had enough authority for thatto guide them into the Hellers to Aldaran. And this would remove her from Peters presence, which had been so galling to her for so long, and when she came backwhich would hardly be before the autumnshe could quietly file for divorce by Terran law.

She took paper and writing stylus and quickly scribbled a note to Rafaella, to be sent to Guild House at once. Rafi may still be sleeping. Last night was a holiday and probably Rafaella danced in the dawn. But as soon as she wakes, this will bring her, and she will start assembling people and horses, guides and pack animals. How many men will you have for escort?

Monty gave her the details. She picked up, dimly, that he was astonished at her efficiency; he had not seen her before this in the special sphere of her competence. They talked about days on the trail, man-days of food, the best purveyor for travel clothing, which she insisted should be of natural leathers and furs rather than the Terran synthetics, and he managed to requisition purchase orders for the supplies they would need. Men had to be chosen too for the mission; Monty had access to Personnel records and knew which of the available men came from cold, inhospitable or mountainous planets and could therefore tolerate and even enjoy an excursion into the worst terrain and worst weather on Darkover.

This work was so familiar to her that by the time she had made out the preliminary listings, and arranged for Rafaella to meet with Monty at noon, she was over the worst of her ill-humor. She checked out his clothing carefully, and even went to her own quarters for the small packets of sachet that she had rubbed into the seams of her dress last night; then, hesitating, stopped to ask herself whether the scents and herbs she had used might not be unsuitable for a mans clothing. She went and sniffed the seams of the holiday gear Peter had flung on the floor, when he came in drunk. No, these were differentor as nearly as she could make out through the overwhelming smell of whisky on them.

Jaelle! said Peter behind her, almost apologetic. Love, you dont have to deal with those things; youre not my valet. Anyhow, in the shape theyre in, theres nothing to do but chuck them into the disposal; theyre hardly worth cleaning.

She smiled and shook her head. Ill have them cleaned in the Old Town, she said. Theyll look all the more authentic when you go into the field again. Thats why Im hereMontys going into the field with a consignmentaircraft for Aldaran or something like that.

Damn! Of course, as the Old Mans son hed be in line for any favorable assignment, Peter grumbled.

If you think he really wants to take this away from you, you are very much mistaken, she said slowly, though there are other assignments in the field which will bring you more prestige than this. Monty would appreciate having your help in checking out his fitness for IntelligenceCholayna seems to be taking the day off, she added artfully, and immediately he was the Terran Peter again, eager to seize the slightest advantage.

Right; Ill go check out his kit, he said. Hell probably have to requisition the right kind of boots. He turned to go, saying, Meet me for lunch, will you, Jaelle? He came back to kiss her, and her heart almost melted then. He was so dear to her. Perhaps all they needed was time, time to adjust, to grow together&

In the main cafeteria, she specified. I simply cannot eat the synthetics upstairs, and he nodded, gently patting her tummy.

Junior doesnt like synthetics? All right; nothing but the best for my boy, he said.

Peter, Rohana told me it was a daughter

Dont be silly, darling. Even the Terran Medics could hardly be sure about ityoure not even two months pregnant yet. Well wait for the scientific verification, all right? If you want to enjoy thinking about a daughter, all right, sweetheartyouve got a fifty-fifty chance of being right, after allbut Im still betting on Peter, Junior! Anyway, Ill see you in the main cafeteria at lunchtime or a little after. He kissed her quickly again with the habitual, reflex glance at the clock, and was gone.

Jaelle smothered her anger and went down to talk with the supply people about horses for the journey. They were eager to supply trucks to carry the heavy equipment across the plains, but she pointed out that there were no suitable roads, and the days in the saddle before going up into the mountains would be valuable in acclimatizing the men to the altitudes of the Hellers. Have you no knowledge of mountain sickness, if they are transported too swiftly to higher altitudes?

We can deal with mountain sickness, we have drugs for it, the Transport officer said, but Jaelle insisted quietly, It would be better not to let them depend on drugs, since they will be in the far country and away from your she groped for the word, to her surprise found it in the mans mind without trying, your lifelineof medical help.

You certainly have a point, Mrs. Haldane I understand from Monty that youre coming into the mountains with us; you know the Hellers?

Lady Rohana Ardais is a kinswoman of mine and I have visited her in Ardais lands many times; also, my business partner and I have led expeditions into the Hellers before this, she said. Rafaella knows every trail in the Hellers.

We can certainly use someone who does.

It will not trouble you to work with a woman?

Look, Mrs. Haldane, he said, so seriously that for once she did not protest the refused name, When I have to work with somebody, I dont give a cats whisker whether its a man, a woman or a sentient dolphin, providing it knows its job. Ive worked on enough planets not to quibble with brains, whatever body they happen to come packaged in. Havent seen many women on this one, but I understand the head of Intelligence here is a woman, and I heard scuttlebutt around the Division that they sent a woman here, because there was a woman in the Coordinators office who had practically set up the whole Intelligence operation singlehanded by her fieldworkyou know who Magdalen Lorne was, dont you? I mean, I figured Haldane would have told you, he was married to her once. Or have I spoken out of turn?

No, she said. I know Magdas work, and she wondered again if because of Peters personal limitations she had been drawn into wronging the Terrans. They had, after all, brought Cholayna here; and had been wise enough to see that the Renunciates would be the best beginning when the people of both planets must work together.

Maybe it is not the Terran in Peter I find objectionable; maybe it is his Darkovan side which insists I must be no more than his wife and mother of his children& other Terran men are not like that. And if Cholayna is right I must unconsciously be a child of the Dry Towns and unconsciously wish to belong to a man, claimed as his property&

The thought was so disquieting that she shoved it aside swiftly as the communication speaker interrupted them.

For Mrs. Haldane; a personal message, a Darkovan woman at the gates. And Jaelle went to hear Rafaellas voice coming over the speaker.

I understand I am to help you set up an expedition for these Terrans, she said, and Jaelle turned to the Transport Officer with relief.

Come down and I will introduce you to Rafaella nha Doria, she said, and they went down to the Gates.

After a few minutes she could see that the Transport Officer liked Rafaella and would listen to her judgment; so she found them a map, signed Montys Requisition order for supplies, and went to join Peter in the cafeteria.

He was gentle and solicitous as he chose foods he had seen her enjoy, but her mind was filled with knowledge of what needed to be said, and after a few bites she put down her fork and said what had been on her mind all morning.

Peter, Im sorry I sounded harsh the other night. But its true and we must admit it. Our marriage was a terrible mistake. Its time to end it, dissolve it by whatever means you think suitable, and let it go.

His face crumpled.

Oh, Jaelle, I was drunk. Cant you forgive me? There are compromises to make in every marriagenow, with a baby coming, is this any time for that kind of decision?

I think it is the best time for such a decision, she said, because everything in my life will change; so this is the right time for that change too.

And do I have nothing to say about it? Its my son too

Daughter, she corrected automatically and wondered when she had begun believing it.

He fiddled nervously with his fork in a pile of some white mashed root. Look, he said, I admit weve both made mistakesserious ones. But if youll try and tell me what bothers you, Ill try and change. Jaelle, its wrong to give up on each other now. Among other things, the kids going to need a father. And I want my kid to have the advantages of a Terran education

Surely that can be arranged without continuing to live together, she said, not looking at him. Where had it gone, all the love?

Its a rotten thing to do, he said angrily. I didnt think you were that kind of person. Use me to get Empire citizenship for yourself and the kid, then walk out on me

She started to her feet, eyes blazing, physically holding herself back from flinging her crock of soup into his face. If you can believe that of me, then there is not even any basis for trying further

Oh, God, Jaelle, I didnt mean it, he said, rising in his turn, stretching across the table to try to enfold her hands in his. She wrenched them angrily away.

Jaelle, forgive me. Lets try again. Remember how it was at Ardais and how happy we were there?

She did not want to remember; she felt tears raining down her face. He said, capturing her hands again and holding them to his heart, Please, Jaelle. Darling, dont cry, dont. Not here; people will think Ive been beating you

If you care so much what they think she began, then stopped. She owed him this at least, to finish this in decent privacy. She sighed and turned to follow him out of the cafeteria. But the intercom loudspeaker device interrupted them.

Peter Haldane, Peter Haldane. Mrs. Haldane, Mrs. Haldane. Please report to the Coordinators office at once. Please report to the Coordinators office immediately.

Peter swore. I wonder what the old bastard wants now? For the love of God, Jaelle, stand by me now, dont let him get this to hold over me too! he pleaded. She did not fully understand but picked up something from his mind, if he thinks I cant stick out what I finish, if he knows I have nothing to tie me to Darkover, and sighed. She said, I wont make any decision until we have agreed on it, if thats what you mean, and let him capture and hold her hand under his arm.

Ill never agree to let you go, he said softly. It sounded like the old tenderness. But under the veneer of tenderness she knew that he was considering what this would do to his career and she hardened her heart again. Side by side, but inwardly as far apart as if they were on separate planets, they walked toward Coordinator Montrays office.

Outside the clear glass expanse visible from the office, she could see heavy clouds hanging high in the pass. Before nightfall the city would be shrouded with it and the passes, perhaps, uncrossable. Montray was standing there, staring out into the storm, and again like a flash Jaelle caught the picture in his mind, a brilliant sun, a world of shining water and rainbows, and the pain he never allowed to surface because it would do him no good at all, marooned on this icy dark world where& This doesnt look much like midsummer to me, he said grimly, without turning round, Tell me, Haldane, youve lived on this planet all your life, do you ever have anything remotely resembling real summer here?

I understand that its much warmer in the Dry Towns and its much warmer down on the seacoast, Peter said, only almost no one lives there.

Ill never understand Head Central, Montray said, and Jaelle picked up the thought, sending me here, and wished she could comfort him somehow, but all he said aloud was We could have built our spaceport there and not even interfered with the natives, which would have suited us and suited them and wed all have been happy. Only first they set us down in a place like Caer Donn, and then they move down hereJaelle, is there any proverb on this planet which means the same as we do when we say going from the frying pan into the fire?

She picked it up in his mind that Magda had been accustomed to play this game with him, and that he missed Magda though he would never let himself say it or think it. She said gently We would say, the game that walks of itself from the trap to the cookpot. For the first and last time in her life she came close to liking Russell Montray. She wondered if everyone on the face of this world, or any other, covered desperate sadness with his own defenses, harsh cruelty, nasty humor, icy stone-cold refusal to communicateare we all barriered from one another that way? Is there never any way to break through it? Peter and I thought we had found a way, but it was only a pretense. She was struck with such sadness that she wanted to cry, for herself, for Peter, even for Montray, who hated the very world on which he lived and the very air he breathed, and covered it by being hateful. But she was doing it too, she only wanted to cry and here she was covering her real feelings with obedient compliance because crying simply wasnt done in offices like this one. She said, anticipating Peter by only a breath, Surely you didnt call us down here just to talk about proverbs, Mr. Montray, we were at lunch, and then before he could answer, before she looked into the darker part of the room, she knew why he had summoned her there, and turned around to say coldly to Rohana Lady. She bowed.

But she felt tight all over. She has come to ask me again what I do not want to do.

Jaelle, no one living can do only what she wants. She could read Rohanas thoughts as if the woman had spoken. I would have liked to spend my life in a Tower. You would have preferred to be only a Free Amazon. But do you think it is only women? Gabriel would have preferred to spend his life making songs to the lute. And you know better than I what Peter wants and cannot have, and what this man Montray would rather have&

Is this what it is like to have laran, knowing so well what everyone else needs so well that you have no time for your own thoughts and wishes? And then Jaelle slammed off the awareness, with an effort that turned her pale and cold, while Montray was blandly introducing them to Lady Rohana.

Rohana stretched out her hand and said, But Jaelle is my kinswoman, Montray, the daughter of a cousin who was raised with me like a sister, and of course I have met her freemate many times. He was my guest last winter. She went on to make some polite question about Peters health and his work.

At least I dont have to be out in the storm thats coming, Peter said, looking past Montray out the window. I dont envy Monty one single bit, starting out for Aldaran in this kind of weather.

Storm? I dont see any damned storm, said Montray truculently. Dark and dismal, and nothing like Midsummer, or what Id call Midsummer on any halfway human-type worldno offense intended, Lady Rohana, but do you really like this kind of weather? I suppose you must

Not necessarily, Rohana said, smiling. There is an old story; at one time the Gods gave mankind control over the weather, but he foolishly asked only for sunny days, and the crops failed, because there was no rain and snow. So a merciful God took away control again&

On most civilized planets, Montray said glumly, weve got control of the weather. That story sounds damn simplistic to me. Dont you have crop freezes, and floods, and more blizzards than you really need, and wouldnt it be a blessing if you could have the kind of weather you need for optimum crops and the benefit of your people?

Rohana shrugged. It would be difficult to know who could be trusted to arbitrate the weather, she said, though I am sure you heard of the work done by people from one of the Towers during the forest fire last season, in bringing rain where it was needed. And that is one of the reasons I have come to you. I am sure you already know, for Peter has told you, that you have in your employ a young woman who is potentially material for a Tower. Jaelle

She whirled around, feeling trapped and betrayed. She said, spitting her words out angrily, Rohana, we had all this out before ever I came here. I have no laran

Rohana said, very quietly, Look in my eyes and say that, Jaelle.

That is what it is; all these last days, the laran I barricaded so well all these years, why is it suddenly coming on me now? It is my life, and I have renounced that. How dare you come here, Rohana, among the Terrans, and throw this at me now?

Because I have no choice, Jaelle. I told you why it is so necessary that you take your rightful place among the Comyn and among the Counciland I have come here because I do not want you to say that your husband and the Terrans who have, I believe, some kind of claim on your services, will not allow you to do your duty to your kinsfolk and to the Domains.

Jaelle? A seat in Council? and at once, she knew, Peter was thinking how he could use this to his advantage. And not even a secret now; my wife on Comyn Council and it will not demand secret Intelligence work, since Rohana has openly come here and spoken of it.

She could no longer read Montrays thoughts; perhaps, for her, it took a moment of close sympathy, which they had shared for a moment but not now. Montray said, I dont know a lot about the Council, Lady Rohana, but I know its been reasonably unsympathetic to our presence here in Thendara

Your presence here in Thendara, Mr. Montray, is a fact, and there is no use quarreling with facts; we must simply determine how to make these facts less traumatic for everyone. I freely admit that there are those on Council who would rather that Jaelle was neither a Free Amazon nor the consort of a Terran, but those too are facts, and must be accepted and taken into account. Perhaps I came here merely to assure myself that you are not preventing Jaelle from doing her duty in this matter

We wouldnt think of it, Montray said quietly. Its none of my business, of course, what she does with her life, but I can assure you, if what she needs is time off to take her place on the Council

This is ridiculous! Jaelle said angrily. Why are you doing this, Rohana, and what can it possibly have to do with the Terrans?

As I said; the Terrans are a fact; and if one of those who would normally sit on our Council has chosen to use her work for the Terrans as an excuse for not doing her duty

Once and for all I renounced

Rohana cut her off with a gesture; but then she sighed, looking very tired. She said, You and Magda have spoken with me about building a bridge between two worlds; doing this by helping to place Darkovan women, Renunciates, in the Terran HQ as Medical technicians and bringing the Terran medicine, which is excellent, into the life of our city. Would this not be even a better way to build a bridge between worlds, by taking a seat in the Council when you know the Terran ways well because you have married across the wall between our people? You are not, after all, the very first she smiled faintly, but of course you are not supposed to know that.

Wait a minute, Montray said. Another Terranwe have no record of a Terran marriage

Andrew Carr, said Rohana, your missing person. He married the Lady Callista Lanart, once Callista of Arilinn. I heard this from Damon Ridenow, Regent of Alton. It is not impossible that the Lady Callista might one day sit on the Council. And it is certain that some of this man Carrs children and grandchildren will one day do so.

Wait a minute, Peter said. Granted, I dont know a great deal about the Council. But one of the things I thought I knew was that women didnt very often sit on it

They dont, except in the Aillard clan, where the line of descent is female; a man who marries into the Aillard clan knows that his daughters, not his sons, will succeed him, and that they will do so by their mothers name, not his own. But there are times when a woman sits on the Council. Several Keepers have done so; The Lady of Arilinn has a Council seat as of right, although Leonie of Arilinn does not always appear. I myself, as Regent for Gabriel, have taken the Council seat, until my son Kyril was declared of age. There was once a period of ten years when the Lady Bruna Leynier sat in Council for the Altons while the Heir to Alton grew to maturity; his father died a few months before he was born, and she, his fathers sister, was considered a more suitable Regent than the boys mother, who was young, and preferred to stay with her child. She shrugged. I assure you; it is not only that we wish to make a Council seat available to Jaelle, but that we need her. It will not, when they come to consider it clearly, be a bad thing that a Renunciate should sit in Council for a time, a voice for the women of Darkover. Some of the old graywigs will be shocked, but it is not a bad thing for them to be shocked out of their complacency. Change is often desirable, frequently necessary, and always inevitable, so we can only consider which changes are best for our world, and at what rate they should come. And about that, there will always be many different opinions.

Montray had opened his mouth several times while she was talking, and closed it again, not wishing to interrupt her. Jaelle thought, without noticing particularly, that it was almost the first time she had seen Montray choose not to be rude.

He only said, You knew all along about this man Carr? And I tried to speak with him at Midsummer, and still was prevented

I did not prevent you.

No, said Montray, with a blazing angry stare at Peter, it was my own people who did that. Excuse me, ladies. He leaned across and pushed a stud on his desk.

Beth. Find out for me if Montys left yet. And tell him to get histo get himself up here nowimmediately, do you hear?

I think hes gone, Bethany said over the intercom, but Ill find out, sir.

And if hes gone, get His Excellency Li to my office, by the most diplomatic route possible, hear me?

Right away, sir.

After a moment, Beths voice came over the intercom.

Mr. Wade Montray has already left the city; Spaceforce passed him out more than two hours ago. Jaelle thought, right after I finished with him.

Peter said, It was not the wisest thing, letting him out in this weather, but hes got good people with him and plenty of tents, food, and all that stuff. Weather watch were sleeping on the job, but hell come to no harm. Its not as if he had gone alone, and with luck hell be over the pass before it hits full strength. But the folks who were here for Festival from the Kilghard Hills people from Alton and Syrtisthey are probably going to run into some trouble!

Most of them will have stayed for Council, said Rohana, and after a moment the intercom beeped again.

We havent been able to locate Ambassador Li, sir. He left a message that he was going to attempt to communicate with Cholayna Ares in her private quarters on a matter of extreme urgency, since she was not in her office today.

Jaelle said uneasily, I should have been there. You made him my personal responsibility, sir and Montray looked at her with unusual kindness.

Hes a grown man, Jaelle. Youre only responsible for him if hes off the HQ area, out in the nativethe off-base part of Darkover. Dont worry about it. I heard that congratulations are in order, by the way. Check with Medic; youre entitled to all kinds of maternity leave and benefits, you know.

So he knew, too, and it was part of their damned Records. Was nothing personal any more, here? She felt trapped, betrayed, outraged, and behind this all was a creeping sense of guilt. She had accepted personal responsibility for Li, and somehow she had betrayed that, too.

Rohana has done this, in the hopes that when I am on the Council I shall be willing to turn over my child to them for suitable fostering, to bring up my child to Comyn. &so there is no freedom any more, not for me, not even for my daughter&

I thought, when I went among the Renunciates, I could never be trapped into the life which killed my mother or left her to die. But now it has reached out to seek me even among the Terrans. Trapped, betrayed, she turned angrily on Peter.

You babbler, cant you keep anything to yourself? Must you tell all my secrets like a braggart in the marketplace, so that all men can pat you on the back for your virility, as if any tomcat could not do the same little trick? You think that between you and Rohana, I will do everything I am told, like a good little Terranor Darkovanwife? It wont work, damn it! I am leaving Peter; put that into your damned record. And you, Rohana she swung angrily on her kinswoman, I will see my daughter dead before I see her on your Council.

Rohana turned white. She said, Jaelle, dont say that! Oh, dont and Peter said, Jaelle, love, listen to meLady Rohana, shes been feeling sick, shes upset clearly she heard, and she knew Rohana heard. Shes sick and irrational, shes pregnant and women get a little crazy when theyre pregnant, but I can talk her out of it, just let me handle her!

Jaelle swung around, with a stableboys muttered oath which made Rohana blanch, and stormed out of the office.

She had promised Peter the chance to talk to her about the divorce in private. But he had violated that first; he had brought out their personal business before Montray, even though he had nothing but contempt for the older man; Montray, of all people! She might have been able to forgive him, if he had told some close friend here on the base about their childmen did brag of incipient fatherhood, she knew thatbut to tell Montray, to put it formally into Personnel Records? Damned big-mouthedshe was too angry even to complete the thought. She went into their shared quarters and began slinging clothes into her old saddlebags.

A few things she must settle before she left. She would speak with Cholayna: well, she could do that in the Guild House. She should formally give over her pledged responsibility for Aleki Ambassador Li had accepted her word and that was a matter of honor. Then she would go home.

She went to the Intercom. She had resented it; now it seemed a wonderful convenience and she wondered suddenly how she would manage without it.

Communications, please. Bethany, has anyone managed to locate Ambassador Li?

He left a message for you, Jaelle You should come and pick it up, if you can.

She looked at the nearly packed saddlebags. She was tempted to ignore it. They had, she considered, violated the terms of her employment so often, now violating even her privacy by making her pregnancy part of official record, that she felt that she should ignore it in turn.

But she would not stoop to their level. She had accepted personal responsibility for the well-being of this particular dignitary and she could not abandon him now.

She said, Ill be right over, and left the bulging saddlebags in the middle of her bed. If he saw them when he came in, Peter would get the message loud and clear. His cozening had not worked; whatever he might now say or do, her decision was irrevocable.

Bethany, in Communications, gave her a troubled smile.

Oh, Jaelle! Is that your Amazonexcuse me, Renunciate outfit? Are you going out in the field? Oh. yes, of course, youre going after with Alessandro Li, arent you?

What do you mean, Beth?

Ive been trying to find you all day, but you havent been in any of the places I expected you. Li left a message here for you early this morning

This morning. But she had been with Monty, readying him to leave the city, and then involved in that long and stupid argument with Peter

You knew I was up in the Coordinators office, she remonstrated, and Bethany shook her head.

Li said particularly that this message wasnt to be given where Montray would hear about it until at least a full 28 hours after he had gone. You know what he thinks of Montray.

This message

I dont understand all of it, Beth said, but he gave it to me; he said he didnt want it in the computer. Thats against regulations, of course, but you know what its like, the boss is right even when hes wrong. He said he had received some information about this man she checked a scribbled note on her desk. Andrew Carr, does that mean anything to you? He was starting out into the Kilghard Hills and would be heading toward Armida, and that you should catch him up on the way. Jaelle, whats the matter? You look sort of funny

Into the Kilghard Hills. Into an unseasonable freak storm, into some of the worst and most confusing terrain on Darkover. And alone? She asked, already knowing the answer and hoping that she was simply imagining things, Who went with him, Bethany? He took some local guides and so forth, didnt he? No; that had been what she had planned for Monty, that his well-equipped expedition should have the well-trained mountaineering skills of Rafaella and her party. But she could have planned something like that for Li if Peter had not detained her. Li knew that she had those skills and was planning to take her with him as guide and bodyguard; out of Thendarashe need not even return to the Guild House and admit her failure! But all day she had been delayed, first with Monty, then by the idiotic argument with Peter. What did she owe him? Duty came first, the clear and simple fact that she had sworn to be personally responsible for Li and his safety. And he had gone off alone, on strange roads with a dreadful storm brewingat least she would have persuaded him to wait until the storm had passed.

Ive got to follow him; Ive got to get away fast, she thought, thanking Bethany for the message in routine words that would not betray her agitation. He was on Carrs trail, and Carr had left the Festival Ball shortly before midnight. He might have checked the weather with his starstone and realized that he must get well away to be safe at Armidaor perhaps some intermediate house of safety, Syrtis or Edelweissbefore the storms broke. Li had delayed till dawnhad he somehow heard Lady Rohanas admission that Carr was married to the Lady Callista? She wondered who the Lady Callista was and why in the world she would have married a Terran. I can tell you, Lady, youll be sorry. I tried it and I thought it would work, too. It wont.

So off he had gone, to try to trace down this missing man, find out more about the Comyn, learn what had happened& but he should have waited for her, consulted her. And I failed him too! Failed in my duty as I have failed at my marriage!

There was no sense in her first impulse, to rush madly down to the gates after him, try to stop him. He was probably well outside the City. She needed boots and clothing that would protect her in bad weather. Her horse was at the Guild House, and she could get food there too, and her saddlebags were almost packed.

On a sudden impulse, she squeezed Bethanys hand. She said, You have been a good friend to me, Bethany. I promise you I will not forget it. I must go, now, and hurried away, not listening to Bethanys shocked question about what she meant.

Cholayna had been her friend too. All Terrans were not like Peter or Montray, wholly self-absorbed and involved only with their ambition

The little apartment in Married Persons Quarters was still empty; good, she could get away without any further confrontation with Peter. She put a final few things into the top of the saddlebags, extra warm socks for riding, one or two small packages of the Terran synthetics which could be eaten quickly and would give fast energy and protein. She looked with a stab of regret at the bed they had shared. She had been so happy, and nowbut she was wasting time. She pulled the straps of the saddlebags tight, and saw Peter standing in the doorway, watching her.

Jaelle! Sweetheart, where are you going? I thought you said we had to talk

It was you who said that, she replied precisely. And I found out in Montrays office that you had already done too much talking, without even the courtesy to speak first to me of it. There is really nothing left to say, Peter. I am sorry; I will readily admit that it is my fault that our marriage failed. But now I must go at once. Dont worry, I am not abandoning my duty, but fulfilling it. She started to pick up the saddlebags, but he stepped forward and prevented her, grabbing her arms.

You must be out of your mind! If you think Im going to let you go, with a storm coming up, alone, pregnantno, Jaelle. Youre my wife and its my duty to look after you, and damn it, that doesnt include letting you ride out into the Kilghard Hills. Li can afford to hire all the native guides he could possibly want, but my wife isnt going to be one of them, and thats that.

I have pointed out to you already, she said, feeling her lips thinning in what she knew might look like a smile but was a grimace of anger, that our marriage is at an end. I am not your wifeI never was your wife in that particular tone of voice, as if I were a toy you owned and could do with what you liked. I do not admit your right to prevent me from doing my dutyor anything else I choose to do. Peter, this is foolishness; I am leaving you now, whatever you do, and please do not make a fool of yourself by giving me orders which you know perfectly well I will not obey.

He reached out and tried to wrench the saddlebags away from her. Will you put that thing down? You shouldnt even be lifting anything that heavy, in your condition. Youre not going anywhere, Jaelle. Theres no sun, but it must be near sunset, and rain, or even snow will be starting soon.

Yes, and Aleki is alone in it; he may lose his way, or come to grief on the trail. I do not know how well he planned this trip. Get out of my way, Peter. I told you, I am going.

And I said youre not, he retorted at white heat, Youre my wife and you dont talk to me that way. Put that thing down, I told you! Now, sit down, and lets have a drink and discuss this sensibly. You talk about how sensible the Renunciates are, but you are behaving like a hysterical pregnant girl, ready to rush off into a storm without even stopping to think! Does that sound like a sensible thing to do, Jaelle?

He went to the refreshment console and dialled her a hot drink, one he knew she liked. The rich smell, something like jaco without the bitterness, stole into the room.

Sit down, drink your chocolate, Jaelle. Try to see this reasonably.

You mean, see it your way? She accepted the chocolate; she would need her strength with a long ride before her. Peter, cant we discuss the formalities of divorce just as well when I come back? By that time you will have calmed down, and you will see that this is reasonable. If our child should be a boy though Rohana says it is a daughterI will give it to you to foster; then you will have the son you want. I think that is all you ever wanted from me anyhow

She detected a glimmer in his mind of logical resentment; women were damned unreasonable creatures, yet a man was at their mercy if he wanted children, and how else could they have any immortality? It almost made her pity him.

Dont be silly, Jaelle. Im not going to let you divorce me, not with a baby coming. I owe it to my child at least, to protect and look after his mother, even if were not getting along too well.

And you think that I am going to sit here in the HQ and never stir myself out of doors, just because you would rather have me under your thumb? No, Peter. She set down the plastic cup so forcefully that it fell over and a little trickle of brown liquid ran across the surface of the table. I will meet with you when I come backin the Strangers Room in the Guild Houseand we will talk about our child, if you must. But not now; and you are delaying me; I want to be on the road before dark. She leaned to pick up her saddlebags. She had to step around him. Im sorry. Peter. I wish it could have been different. I she started to say I loved you, but she was no longer sure of that. She sighed and hoisted the saddlebags to her shoulder.

No, damn it! Jaelle, youre crazy! Cant you even see how crazy this is? He grabbed at the saddlebags and dumped them heavily on the floor. His face was flushed with anger.

Peter, get out of the way, I do not want to hurt you!

I tell you, youre not going anywhere, not in this weather, not alone, not pregnant! His lips thinned with wrath. If I have to, Ill call down to the gates and have Spaceforce stop you, and youll end up in Medic under protective restraint; Ill tell them youre pregnant and have gone crazy, and theyll lock you up until you behave!

And he could do it; that was the terror of it, she saw herself in restraints or again drugged out of her senses, he needed only claim that she was out of her mind, meaning that she did not do everything he wanted her, as her husband, to do. She could probably prove herself sane; she was not, as a Terran wife, his property even as she would have been had she married a Darkovan. She could call Cholayna to witness that she was perfectly in her right senses, and explain her sense of obligation. But that would take time, she would have to locate Cholayna, and meanwhile she would be drugged and up in the hospital!

And to think I believed you loved me!

I do love you, he retorted, but does that mean I have to put up with every crazy idea you get into your head?

Peterah, Gods, cant you understand a sense of honor, of obligation? Can you think of no one but yourself?

And who the hell are you thinking of? Certainly not me, or your baby. If you want to convince me youre in your right mind, put down those damned saddlebags, and try making some sense, he demanded.

Our marriageit is my fault it failed, she said quietly. I think you really wanted to marry di catenas, and though you knew my oath prevented it, you thought perhaps if you loved me enough I would change.

You and that damned Oath. For a moment she thought he had said it aloud. There was no talking to him in this mood. What could she do to prevent him carrying out his threat? He was wide open to her; she could feel his rage, his frustration, even grief for the love that had gone awry. Yet it would do no good to walk past him, even to fight her way out of the room, if the moment she was outside he used the intercom and persuaded the Spaceforce guards at the gate that his insane pregnant wife had some lunatic purpose in going out into the coming storm, and should be forcibly prevented for her own good. My wife. Shes pregnant, shes crazy, I have to keep her locked up for her own good& when had those same thoughts battered her before this? A picture of Jalak, of her mother monstrously swollen in pregnancy& no; surely she could not remember her mother, could not remember Jalak, she had been only a child then, without laran & or had it only been too painful to remember?

What you really want, she flung at him, in confusion and agony so great she hardly knew what she said, is to put me in chains& so that I will do nothing you do not want&

Ah, God, Jaelle, I dont want to hurt you, but youre not even listening to me, he flung at her, and if I have to get Medic to put you in restraints I will and she saw in his mind a picture of herself& the picture in his mind was only of a quieter Jaelle, perhaps tranquilized, perhaps tied to a bed, but in her mind she saw herself chained, a picture in her fathers mind, the young Jaelle, budding breasts, old enough to be chained like a woman, copper links binding her hands, when she was wounded in the Pass of Scaravel Magda had tied her hands so she would not tear the bandages from her wounds, she had never remembered that till this moment, she heard herself screaming and Magda had quickly untied her. All that night Magda sat by me and held my hands because of my fear of being chained&

Dont touch me, she spat out at him, retreating backward, if you dare

He grabbed her handsand Jaelle exploded, fighting on pure instinct. Camilla had trained her both in armed and unarmed combat, how to react if any man laid a hand on her unwilling; she had forgotten that this was Peter, she had forgotten everything; she fought as she would have fought the men who would come to chain her on the morning of the day after she had become a woman. She felt the edges of her hands, soft now because she had done so little fighting in the last years, strike something soft, she felt Peters fear, agony striking through him&

And silence. Silence& she looked down at Peter. He was lying on the floor, and his laran was silent, nowhere, nowhere& she could not feel his presence in the room.

She knew now what she had barricaded from her mind for all these many years; she had begun to have laran, begun to reach out with her mind, and then, on that dreadful night when her mother bore her brother Valentine in the desert, surrounded by the Amazons, she had tried to block it out& too much, too much pain and terror&

Her mothers arms around her, her mothers pain filling her to the brim, stifling her. She could not breathe. Jaelle, Jaelle, it was worth it, it was worth it all, you are free, free& oh Jaelle, come here and kiss me& and a flood of pain and weakness and then nothing. Nothing. Nothing, her mother was nowhere in the world, was a lifeless body sprawled bloodless on the sand, blood staining the sand as the rising sun stained the rocks red with blood&

And nothing, blankness, mind nowhere as Peters mind was nowhere, he was lying before herlifeless? Lifeless? She had killed him, then? She could not see whether he was breathing. She bent toward him, drew her hand back in horror.

She could call a Medic&

And they will say that I murdered him.

The icy cold of shock flowed over her. Dead or no, there was nothing she could do now for Peter, and unless she wished to spend all the rest of her pregnancy in Medic, confined for her own good and the safety of her childthey might not be harsh even on a murderess if she was pregnant, but they would certainly never listen to her explanation that it had been purely an accident.

She must go. She must go at once, before they could stop her. He would not be discovered until the next morning, when someone missed him when he should have reported to work; the Terran obsession with clocks and with being on time for everything, especially work. They would believe he was off duty, closeted with his pregnant wife, if he chose not to appear in the cafeteria they would simply believe that they were sharing a meal in privacy in their quarters.

Resolutely, she hoisted her shoulderbag. She could get out of the HQ, they had no instructions to stop her, Spaceforce would let her through. And then the Guild House for her horse. Perhaps Magdano; she was housebound. I must not tempt Margali to break her oath as I have broken mine.

And after that, the city gates and the long road to Armida, racing to catch Aleki before the storm broke. She blocked from her mind any thought of the length of the road. There is no journey of a thousand miles that does not begin with a single step. And the first step was into this corridor. She hesitated still, listening with her mind for some trace of Peters awareness, some sign that perhaps he still lived& no, nothing. She must go, go at once.

She must get her horse, and food from the Guild-House. But Magda must not be involved.

She closed the room door behind her, slamming down a gate in her mind on the memory of Peter, their love and their failure& and now it had ended in murder. But she could still salvage something. Perhaps if she saved Alekis life it would count for something in honor. A life for a life to the Terrans &

On silent feet she went out of the building, across the great plaza, proffering her ident disk to the Spaceforce man at the gates for the last time. She hurried through darkening streets and gusty winds, the weather knowledge of a lifetime telling her that she might, if she hurried, make it before the storm.

CHAPTER FIVE

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The rain was beginning, mixed with little slashes of sleet, but warmer than most of the nocturnal rains; it was after all, Magda realized, only a day after Midsummer, and the daylight lingered, even though the sun was already hidden in boiling cloud to the west. She pulled the hood of her thick riding cloak over her head; the stiffened brim kept the rain from her eyes. Her horse twitched its head from side to side, protesting this ride in the rain, evidently troubled at the oncoming night and the absence of the warm Guild-House stable, but Magda urged the creature on into the face of the rain.

Two hours north of the City she paused to consider. There was a multitude of roads into the Kilghard Hills, and Jaelle might, or might not, have seen the good aerial map of Darkover which had been made by survey. The commonest road to Armida itself was to take the Great North road as far as Hali, and turn off westward, just south of the ruined city, riding along the Lake on the road to Neskaya as far as Edelweiss; then turn southeast toward the fold of the hills where the Great House of Armida lay. This meant good fast roads all the way, and she had heard that a good rider on a really fast horse could, in dire necessity, make that trip in a single day. It would be a very long day indeed, of very hard riding, pushing your best horse to the edge of exhaustion. Riding with the fire-fighting crew they had, of course, had riders good, bad and indifferent, and had been accompanied by pack-wagons and pack animals of equipment and supplies; it had taken the best part of two days and they had not gone nearly as far as Armida. Also, they had traveled by side roads, some of them not much better than pack-trails.

Alessandro Li had been out with the fire-fighting crew though they had arrived when most of the work was over. He might have known the road they took better than the North road. Jaelle, she supposed, who had actually staffed a travel-service, would know virtually all the roads through the hills, but which one she had taken, and which one she thought Li would have taken, was still conjectural. For the first time since she had taken flight from the Amazon house, Magda stopped to wonder if she had done a reckless and foolish thing. Tracking Jaelle into the hills, when Jaelle herself was distraught and on the trail of a man who did not know the hills himself, was a blunder twice compounded. As a Terran she could have requisitioned a helicopter for a search to find Ambassador Lior at least to make certain he was not in any danger. But with the cloud-cover and rain, it was unlikely that a helicopter could see much, and if the wind of the fierce storm she felt in her bones should actually arise, it might well blow any helicopter right out of the sky.

As for Jaelle, herself on the trail of Liperhaps she should have gone to Comyn Castle and thrown herself on the mercy of someone like Lady Rohana, to trail her with a starstone& and then Magda wondered if she were going mad. How Jaelle, who detested everything to do with matrix technology, would react to such trailing, she could only conjecture.

Yet I have done a foolish thing. Jaelle was in danger; she knew it; she could feel it, like the oncoming storm, in her very bones; yet racing off alone into the storm after her, with no hint even as to which way she had taken, was not the most rational decision either. At the very least she should have asked the weatherwise Camilla, a skilled tracker and guide, to accompany her. Camilla loves us both& and Jaelle is like a daughter to her. Yet it had never occurred to her.

Why did I rush off like this alone? Try as she might, Magda could find no answer except the compelling, Because I must, because there was no other honorable way.

She had rushed away from the Guild House without eating her dinner. Now she took a handful of dried fruit from the pocket of her cloak and chewed on it, a piece at a time, while she let her horse take a slow jog. Soon she must decide which road to take into the hills. She could follow the present good road, the Great North Road which ran all the way up into the Hellers to end at Aldaran, as far as Hali; but if she did so, she might lose her chance of overtaking Jaelle quickly. She might not be able to persuade Jaelle that Alessandro Li could be trusted on a mission but she could, at least, ride with her and help to find the man before his ignorance of Darkovan roads and Darkovan weather killed him.

Damn fool girl, rushing off like that& would she, Magda, have done as much for her superior officer? Well, yes; in a sense she had done something nearly as rash when she had taken the road into the mountains, disguised in Free Amazon clothing, though knowing little of the Amazons, to rescue Peter Haldane. And that apparent madness had brought her here; Amazon herself, sworn Renunciate, it had been a mad choice and yet the right one on the road to her destiny. Would she have wished it undone? No, for it had saved Peters lifeand for all the ways in which she was angered by Peter, she still would not have wished him deadand it had brought her to the Guild House, which had also been a part of her fate so inescapable that now she could not think of her life without the background of the Oath.

Even though, at this moment, she left the sworn oath behind her&

No. There was no reason to torment herself with scruples. She had Camillas permission to go, the permission of a Guild Mother in the House. Magda drew up her horse, in the fading gray light and rain, looking at the crossroads and trying to summon up in her mindtrained in eidetic memory techniques by Terran Intelligencethe picture of the map, the roads that ran into the Kilghard Hills. Where she sat her horse, three roads forked; the Great North Road running northward past Hali and later turning off to Armida, the small trail that led westward up through Dammerung Pass and into the Venza Mountains (at least she could forget about that one), and the road that turned directly into the Kilghard Hills. This road was narrow, steep, twisting and turning along the slopes of several hillsor, to put it correctly in any but Darkovan terms, fairly high mountains. No sensible person familiar with the terrain would take this road to Armida. Yet anyone who had only seen it on the flat surface of a map, since it cut directly across the hypotenuse where the Great North Road and the road from Hali were the two straight legs of a right triangle, might consider it a short cut; and Alessandro Li, as far as she knew, had spent most of his life in civilized planets and probably believed that a road marked on a map was a road as he thought of it; a surfaced artifact. If Jaelles intention had been only to reach Armida before him, she would have taken the longer, faster, better-surfaced road. But Jaelles concern was for Li, traveling alone and unprotected on a world whose dangers he would not recognize.

Mentally Magda rehearsed those dangers. Sleet and snow, even at midsummer, in these latitudes. Hardly banshees, unless he went astray and got on to one of the high passes above the timberline. But that was not impossible, either. And there was the ever-present danger of forest fire among the resin trees, he could set a fire himself, unless he was overwhelmingly careful about camping and cooking his food. And, if he thought of roads in the way most Empire personnel thought of roads from experience on tamer worlds, he could easily lose the trail and be hopelessly lost in country which was, except to the trained eye, trackless wilderness.

Now it would really be a help to be psychic, and know which way Li went, and which way Jaelle went after him. And did she know which way he had gone or was she only guessing? Jaelle makes a point of the fact that she has no really reliable laran, and again and again she makes it clear that she hates and mistrusts her own laran.

So Ill just have to psych her out and try to decide how her mind was working when she made the choice.

She was afraid of the hazards of the wild road through the hills. Yet even as she told herself that Li would not have hazarded it but stuck to the better traveled road, a picture came to her mind, Jaelle on her scrubby little mountain pony, her tartan hood bundled over her head, riding head down along a road that clung hazardously to the side of a narrow track overlooking a shadowed valley.

Hallucination? Or a genuine flash of psychic sight? Magda did not know. The picture was gone and try as she might she could not bring it back. Whichever way she chose, she would be guessing; she might as well treat her hunch as valid. She had done so before and never regretted it. Hesitating, trying to see in that strange way, she tried to cast her mind ahead and see if she could bring to mind an image of Jaelle on the better-surfaced Great North Road, hurrying along to catch up with Libut she only saw again the steep mountain trail. She sighed and tugged at the rein to turn her horse off the main road and on to the narrow trail.

At first the road was only a little narrower, leading past isolated farmsteads with dim huddled shapes of buildings, the soft noises of animals bedded in snug barns for the night, pale firelight past the windows. Once or twice a dog barked with idle curiosity but to her great relief no one ventured into the rain to see what had aroused the creatures. Any solitary traveler on a night like this, the farm people doubtless thought, was bound on his own concerns, and in no way interesting. It made Magda think of that other triphad it, after all, been less than a year ago?when she had ridden north after Peter Haldane.

But after a time the road grew softer underfoot, sodden with rain, and began to climb into the hills. Thick trees, smelling of resin and wet needles, overhung the road which was narrower and narrower, until Magda knew that two horses could hardly ride abreast on the trail. The isolated farmsteads were left behind, and somewhere Magda heard the cry of a prowling night-beast of the cat-kind, hunting. The sound made her shudder; the cat-creatures seldom attacked mankind unprovoked, but if she disturbed one by accident they were savage. Then, too, in these hills there were still the remnants of the wild hominids called by early explorers catmen; they were sentient, probably protohuman, and very dangerous. She did not know of any Terran, except Kadarin, who explored in curious places alone, who had ever actually encountered one; but his reports had been quite enough to imbue her with a healthy respect for the creatures. Of all the nonhuman races on Darkover, only the catmen were a real threat to homo sapiens. And while she had heard that they no longer lived in the Kilghard Hills, only four or five years before this, a nest of them had made war on the folk of the hills, and word had come to the Trade City that many of them had been killed; there might be stray survivors, bitterer than ever against the humans who had all but exterminated them

Strictly speaking the Terrans should have moved in to prevent genocide, if they are protohuman. Humans are the worst enemy of the protohuman cultures. Why am I worrying about that now? Afar in the hills she heard again the cat-cry and knew why it was in her mind. Well, she had a knife, and had been trained in its use, and she had sworn the Amazon oath to defend herself and turn to no man for protection. She could probably manage the catlike hunting beasts, and if she let them alone they would certainly let her alone. And since few humans, and no Terrans, had ever encountered a catman, why should she imagine she would be the first?

It was completely dark now; her horse had to pick its way, step after step, on the trail which was growing steeper and muddier by the minute. The rain beat down as if something had forgotten how to turn off a celestial spigot somewhere up there.

She began to wonder how long she could continue riding like this, Magdas horse, Lady Rohanas gift, was a good one; but Jaelles pony was trail-bred and accustomed to these steep paths. She had no idea what Li was riding. Proof, if needed, that she had been insane to rush off without further inquiry. But she had really had no choice.

I am sworn to Jaelle. There is a life between us.

And she wondered, puzzling it out slowly between the careful complaining steps of her horse under her, just what that meant.

Jaelle was her oath-mother; had brought her into the ComhiiLetzii. That was a part of it. Jaelle was her friendthey had stood side by side under attack by bandits, they were shield-mates. Yet she could say the same of Camilla, when they had fought together on the steps of the Guild House. Further, Camilla was her lover. So why should the bond with Jaelle be stronger?

She shied away from that. She was still not comfortable with that idea. But sneaking into her mind through her attempt to turn away from it was the awareness; that too was a part of the bond with Jaelle and though she had not known it at the timeit was Camilla who made me see itit had been there all along.

And Jaelle, who had married my husband, who is to give him the child I cannot& Deliberately she made herself turn away from that thought. What led her after Jaelle was nothing so complex; only that she was sworn to defend Jaelle and Jaelle needed her now, when Jaelle, alone, sick, pregnant, had gone off on some insane impulse&

No. That was certainly what an outsider would say, but, knowing Jaelle, she knew that the impulse which had sent Jaelle after Li was as sane as her own.

Li certainly had not known what he was getting into; but Jaelle did know and had made herself responsible for him. She had done what she must, as now Magda, in following her, had done what she must.

She reached the top of the steep path and paused there. To the west there was a break in the clouds; sullen pale light shone there, and the face of the largest moon, intermittent as the swift-moving clouds covered, then blew away from the luminous disk. To the east all was dark and endless, only the deeper blackness of mountains obscuring part of the sky, and occasional flashes where lightning played around a peak. Here at the height of the pass the wind blew with such ferocity that Magdas horse shuffled around to present its sturdy rump to the wind. The rain was less heavy here, but still coming down with some ferocity. She searched the path below her as far as she could see, hoping against hope to see the small figure she had seen in her& was it a vision? But the road down between the hills was shrouded in the impenetrable darkness of the night, and the storm. Somewhere down there was a flicker of light. A farmstead where someone still sat by an open fire, seen through the window? The flame of a campfire where Jaelleor Li himselfcrouched for shelter? She had no way to know. A bandit pack huddled together in a lean-to, awaiting the cessation of rain?

Damn, I can see where on a planet like this, laran would be a simple survival skill. The thought did not seem like her own and she wondered where she had picked it up.

It was pointless to sit there, exposed in the height of the pass. She urged her horse round, sympathizing, with a pat on the neck, to the complaining beast as it faced reluctantly into the storm, and started down the slope. The road was uneven and rutted, rain washing from the heights, leaving only heavy stones and gravel under foot; even at this height most of the snow was melted, and she could smell curious flowery scents and little stings of resin and pollen in the air; the height of summer, flowers and buds everywhere rioting swiftly in the short hill-country summer. When the sun rose she would see flowers everywhere, she supposed, in the brief budding and fruiting season. An image from somewhere swept her mind, a slope covered with blue flowers and drifting golden pollen; something, perhaps, that she had seen on her travels with Peter, when they were in the field together? There was something she ought to remember about that. Well, it would come to her, no doubt.

Could she possibly press on through the night? She had had but little sleep the night before. But her horse was fresh, and for a time at least, since Jaelle was at least two hours ahead of her, she could drowse in the saddle, there was certainly no likelihood that she would pass her in the darkness. Jaelle would never try to set up camp on a steep slope like this. The rushing of water down the hillsides, to valley streams noisy with the swelling rain, was loud in her ears, and the uneven steps of her mounts hooves on the descending road. Not even Alessandro Li would have considered this a main road. Would he have realized it and turned back? No, for if he had, she or Jaelle would have met himthere was certainly, in this high trail, no place to get off the road, and it was barely wide enough for two on horseback to ride abreast. Her hood protected her face from rain, and she was warmly clad, but enough of the wind got under the hood to make her shiver and it took all her attention to stay in the saddle as the protesting animal carefully picked its way among the ruts of the trail.

A gap in the blowing clouds cast fitful light over the trail, and she gasped, pulling her beast against the cliff; normally she was not afraid of heights, but here the road, narrowing to a path, hugged the cliff and water cascaded off the trail in two places where the edge had been carried away by erosion or landslide. Well, both the man and the woman before her had passed this point; there would have been some sign if anyone had stumbled over the cliff in the ailing light. Abruptly cloud covered the moon again and she was left in darkness. Dark or light, this was not a good place to stay; with the rain still pouring, and water rushing down in ruts beside the trail, there could be another landslide. She would have preferred to dismount and lead her horse down the narrowing trail, but there was no place to get off and so she was committed to trust the beasts feet as it edged on, snorting a little.

Your opinion of this place is just about like mine, fellow, she said softly. Lets get along out of it. But take your time, old boy. Careful. And in a few minutes they were again safely within a darkness where both sides of the trail rose safely between heavy masses of trees. Again somewhere in the forest she heard some night beast, but she was less afraid of them than of the dreadfully exposed cliff trail which might open up again before her.

They have passed it. I can too, if I must, Magda thought, but while she was under the trees her breath came easier. Really, she should dismount here and wait till daylight. Li was not likely to travel in a strange world in the total darkshe thought he came from one of the planets with brighter suns and he would find this even darker than she did, who had lived here since childhood and he had after all passed this way some hours even before Jaelle and would have reached the comparative safety of the valley floor and camped there for the night; surely they would come up with him in the morning.

And still the rain cascaded on, flooding down from the heights, pouring in every little rut it could find, toward the valley. Most of the winters snow must be melting on the slopes, for the rain was warm; she could already see the damage flood had done on the track and on the hillside, and once or twice she had to pick her way around a tree which had fallen during the winter storms and lay blocking the path. If a tree should come down across any point where the trail narrows against the mountainside, there would be no passage at all&

Well, she would, literally, cross that bridge when she reached it. For the moment the trail was safe enough; she felt even the muscles in her scalp relaxing, and her conscious mind caught up with the subconscious enough to realize that she had passed the worst.

No need even to hypothesize laran, she told herself logically; the sound of water, wind and erosion, the subliminal cues in the way my horse behaves. Thats all it is. Unconscious logic below the conscious threshold. I wonder how much laran is this subliminal adding up of unconscious cues?

It doesnt matter what it is. It probably saved my life on that damnable cliff!

She reached inside her cloak for a hunk of bread and another mouthful of dried fruit, and chewed on it. The rain blew cross-wind in many places, sometimes soaking a mouthful of the bread before she could get it from fingers to mouth. Just like a man, she thought crossly, to take off into a storm; a woman would have had the sense to look at the weather and wait till it cleared.

Li could not have been expected to know what Darkoven weather was like, and after the winter snows, it must have seemed mild to him. But he could have had the sense to ask Jaelle. That was what she was there for!

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When Jaelle woke it was still raining. Fortunately she had managed to get over the pass, and down along the worst of the trail, before the light had faded. She could not imagine why Li had not continued on the Great North road at least as far as Mali, then turned west. But at least it was past. She did not want to think about what it would have been like to come down that eroded, water-washed cliff trail in the darkness.

Now, even through the rain, she felt a faint smell that tickled her nose. She had not smelled it for a long time, but no one who had ever smelled the kireseth flower could mistake the scent. She had no wish to ride through the rain, but it was better than ripening kireseth pollen, scattered by the wind.

It was early, but if she got on the road as quickly as she could, she would catch up to Li all the sooner. So far there was no danger which a reasonably good rider could not have avoided, and against all reason she clung to the belief that if harm had already come to him on the trail she would know it.

The rain was definitely slowing. Jaelle groaned and rolled out of her sleeping bag, hauling on her boots. She spread the bag on her saddlerolling it wet would only cause it to mildewand wished there were some way to coax a fire. A hot drink would feel very good just now, but there was no way to get it. She sniffed the dried fruit, and shrugged, thrusting it back into the saddlebag.

The ranchers out this way, usually small-holders whose main crop were the scrubby ponies or woollies, tried to keep the kireseth clear. But even this close to Thendara, there was a lot of wild, untraveled country, and in such sparsely settled places, there was no way to tell what might have been there. At one time during the night past, she was sure she had heard the cry of one of the catlike predators, hunting, and shivered. In years of traveling she had never met one face to face. But she was afraid of them.

The mist from the damp ground was blowing away in wisps on the erratic breeze. Jaelle swung herself into the branches of a low-growing tree, and climbed a few feet higher, looking across the valley as far as she could. No sign of Li. But he must be somewhere on this road. There was no place to turn off the cliff road, so he must have come down here, and set off across country. If she rode hard, she would surely come up with him in a few hours. There was still another mountain to cross before they reached the edge of the vast Alton lands, and another valley; a bad one, with ravines into which, she supposed, Carrs plane had gone down years before. She didnt suppose Li had come out to have a look at the wreckage of the plane, but she was no longer sure of anything a Terran might do.

She climbed down and into her saddle. She set off at a steady trot that ate up distance, and before the sun was well above the cloud layer she was climbing the steep path at the far side of the valley. Halfway up the mountainside she looked back, out over the valley. For a moment between the trees she thought she caught a sign of a solitary figure on horseback but then it was gone into the greenery again. All around her in the warmth of the day flowers were blooming, taking advantage of the short season; as she rode up the trail her nostrils were filled with their scent and her eyes with their color. Why, she was free again, did it truly matter what she had left behind her?

Piedro& perhaps he was not dead after all but only stunned. She must believe that. If he was dead& if he was dead, why, then, she had murdered him& but she would not let herself think about that. Not now. It was her duty to find Aleki in this wilderness, to come up with him and escort him to Armida.

She rode swiftly as her pony could carry her, her eyes bent on the trail to spot any signs that a rider had passed this way, or camped anywhere along here. Her eyes were sharp and she had been trained in tracking; halfway up the side of the mountain she spotted crushed ferns where someone had tethered a horse, a small cooling pile of horse manure, the scrap of paper which once had wrapped some Terran ration packs. Aleki had come this way, then. She had not wasted her time on this dreadful trail while Aleki went off in some other direction. He had passed this way at least three hours before, but she was gaining on him. Surely she would come up with him before nightfall.

The trail narrowed near the top again, and once again the edges of the path were worn away by water and erosion; rills of water were still taking every available rut down the mountainside, rushing down alongside the trail, taking short cuts down from worn-away dirt between the rocks. Branches of trees had come down during the storm and once or twice she had to dismount and lead her pony carefully around them. The sun was warm, and Jaelle was grateful, for her damp clothes were drying and steaming on her back, but still, at the back of her nose she seemed to smell the ominous haze of kireseth pollen. She had been warned about it; under its influence, men and beasts, she was told, went mad, attacked; animals rushed about madly or coupled out of season. She had been told other stories of its influence too. Well, she could not imagine that it would have enough of an effect on her that she would tear off Alessandro Lis clothes and attack him! The idea made her laugh. She was glad to have something to laugh about.

Now she began to descend into the valley. From the top of the trail she thought, again, that she saw a rider. Peter is dead. They have sent someone to track down his murderer, bring me back to justice. The smell of the kireseth was thick now in her nostrils, and she realized that her head felt muddled. Maybe she had not seen a rider trailing her, she could not see it now, maybe she had hallucinated the whole thing. Now she knew her mind was going, for somewhere it seemed that she could hear Magdas voice calling her name.

Jaelle! Breda! But the voice was all in her mind. Magda, thanks to the Goddess, was safe in the Guild House. She had destroyed everything else but she had not, this time, dragged Magda into her troubles, or involved Magda in Peters murder.

None of this would have happened if I had not stopped to fight with Peter. I should have ignored him and done my duty as an Amazon would do it, without worrying about any man, any lover. Then I would have gone with Li, I would not be trailing him on this godforgotten road!

Her thinking was far too muddled. She had better do something about the smell of the kireseth. She pulled off her neckerchief and dipped it in the little stream that rushed down alongside the road, then tied it across her face. It would filter out the worst of the pollen. It was uncomfortable, blocking her breathing and clogging her breath, but after half an hour or so she could see a fine layer of yellow grains on the kerchief; so it was filtering out some of the stuff. But what about Li? Had anyone bothered to warn him about the kireseth in the hills? What shape was he in?

A rabbithorn loped across the road, leaping high into the air and twisting to land and scoot between her horses legs. A rabbithorn? Normally they would hide in the shrubbery, and never venture outbut she was already fighting her horse, who was rearing up and plunging so hard that she had to cling to its back to keep from sliding off. She tried to quiet the frantic animal, noticing with the edges of her mind that the rabbithorn who had caused all the trouble was sitting quietly at the side of the road. It made no sense at all. She had never seen any wild animal behave like that!

It must be the pollen. Not a true Ghost wind, perhaps. But enough of the stuff to affect the animals. The rabbithorn was gone. How long had she been sitting there in the saddle, staring at the sky? She pulled off the mask and wet it again. It was caked with the yellow stuff. What had it done to her horse? For that matter, how would it affect Lis horse? She did not even know if he had bought a seasoned mountain animal, or one that would bolt at the first whiff of the stuff!

The road forked, and her horse came to a halt, bending its head to crop at the green grass in the triangle formed by the roads. She got down to look for water to wet the mask, and look at the marks in the mud. Which way had Li gone?

She had tarnished her oath so many times. But at least this duty was clear. She had made herself personally responsible for this man. His safety had to be her first priority.

What would the kireseth do to her child? She tried frantically to recall midwives lectures in the Guild House. They had warned about certain medicines and herbs which could damage even the child in the womb, but she had been so sure she would never want a child, she had only half listened. She looked at the roads ahead. This one must run over the peaks to the South, winding up at Edelweiss, though it was not a direct route. There were farmers living out there, and one or two little villages, and a fulling-mill where cloth was gathered in from cottage weavers who dwelt in little hillside crofts and spun and wove coarse cloth from their own woollies, dyeing it with herbs for the ancient tartan patterns. This road, when it was clear of snow, must lead by twisting hill paths to Armida, and if Li had studied the map and had a good direction-finder, this was the road he should have taken. Leading off to one side of this was a cattle trail, heavily beaten out and flat with chervine hoofs. Li would never have taken this one. She swung into the saddle again and started down the road to Armida. Surely now she would come up with Alessandro Li in less than an hour. He must be on this road. She settled her horse into a canter, but something nagged at her mind.

The width and flatness of the cattle trail. Beaten out flat and broad by hoofs. Could Li have thought this was the road? Just because it was broad and flat and beaten smooth&

No. Surely he would have seen the hoof marks and recognized it for what it was. He would have known that nothing on less than four feet had passed that way in at least a tenday.

Or would he? She stopped, pulling on the reins, swinging the animal around. A sharp hallucinatory pattern burst into her mind in the midst of brilliant colors; Aleki, sprawled across the trail insensible&

She must go back and at least check the cattle trail for marks of a solitary horseman passing. Damn the man! Hadnt he sense enough to stay on what was clearly a road? But in the past months, among Terrans, Jaelle had seen many pictures and could nowsometimesget a flash of what the world looked like through a Terrans eyes. As she looked at the beaten-flat cattle trail, it began to look more and more to her like a main road more like a road than the two small narrow roads which led off to the other sides. The cattle trail led nowhere, only back into endless, bottomless ravines into which nothing could go but the surefooted chervines, into canyons and wide open spaces. But to Aleki it would have looked like a man-made, artificially smoothed road.

Surely they would have warned him in Thendara. But, no. He had probably looked at the aerial map and traced a straight cross-country route to Armida, and it might have seemed to him that this was the road. And if he had breathed enough of the kireseth pollen, he might even have seen it as a road.

Hallucinated it even, as a Terran-style paved road.

Now she was all but sure. She steered the mount on to the trail. The pony whickered, distrusting the smell of chervines, and she had to urge it on, down into the broken country, used only in summer to pasture chervines and similar cattle. There must be wild range herds out here, checked only once or twice a year, and cropped now and then for skins or for meat. There were always lush valleys tucked away in this kind of country, though she had never seen this particular stretch before, and there was certainly an inaccessible valley somewhere where the kireseth blossomed year by year, undisturbed. The sun was hot on her back, and the light dazzled, flickers of mirage along the trail, like spilled water. It would be all too easy to lose yourself in this country and never get out.

A solitary horseman must have passed this way, not long ago. She hallucinated a brilliantly colored picture, like a small video on one of the security monitors inside the Headquarters, of Aleki, his tall lean figure wrapped in a bright blue parka, his hair blown around his head, leaning over the back of his horse in the rain. He could not now be very far ahead of her on the trail. But it was quickly replaced with an even more brilliant little picture on the inside of her eyelids, Aleki sprawled lifeless (Like Peter! Like Peter lying dead inside the HQ!) arms and legs flung wide, his head lolling against a stone while at his side the horse lazily cropped tufts of grass. What to believe? And now she could hear Magda again.

She had better dampen the scarf. Her head felt fuzzy and the air shimmered. Picture succeeded picture, Aleki climbing a steep trail on foot, and for a moment sprawled half naked beneath a strange spiky tree like nothing that had ever grown or ever would grow on Darkover, beside the shores of a strange lake with the tree bending over him and moving in an invisible wind. He was naked, erect, and he reached out for her with an immediacy which made Jaelle start and blink and the picture was gone, Aleki? Never! Surely it was the fault of the pollen, or had she picked up some random erotic image from his mind or memory? That meant he must be quite near. But she found that her palms felt sweaty and her heart pounded with something like panic. She had never had the slightest sexual awareness of Alessandro Li, would have said she could never have had, and the fact that she had been capable of seeing that kind of mental picture, even if it was pure hallucination, terrified her. It was not hers. She would not own to it even as a vision.

She rode for more than an hour along the trail, which slowly narrowed, and suddenly divided into six or eight narrow paths, running in every direction down into little ravines.

If Aleki had come along here, surely he would have realized that this was a dead end, that it was not a road at all. Surely his judgment would lead him to turn back. If he still had any judgment after hours of exposure to kireseth. He must be lying down there somewhere, dead or incapacitated, orshe remembered the sudden, erotic force of the hallucinationwildly intoxicated with kireseth and not knowing what had happened to him. Had anyone warned him about scorpion-ants or greenface leaves? Certainly not. She had believed that she would be with him, to guide his first essay into the field, and had relied on that. She had made herself personally responsible for him. And now she was forsworn again.

I have failed, failed, failed, at everything and with everyone.

She looked at the sky, slitting her eyes to see it through what looked like spiderwebs of color. Clouds were rushing across the sun. The day was far advanced; somehow she had lost time. She looked around wildly, knowing that she could search all her life long in this broken country and never find a solitary man and his horse. He could starve or die out here. She had lost him. Failed again. And the sky looked as if the rain might start again, harder than ever. At least that would settle the kireseth, and her mind would clear. Trying to see what was really there through the layers of strange colors, she saw canyon walls rising on either side. There were caves up there. She could try to shelter against the rain, perhaps even build a fireshe had food with her and could brew some bark tea; it might clear her head. If she could manage to climb, or get her pony up the trail. Yet urgency nagged at her. Aleki, lying down in one of those ravines, unconscious but still alive

If she had only allowed Lady Rohana to train her laran. She could have used it to track Aleki, to see which way he had gone. She had been selfish and arrogant, wanting none of the duties and responsibilities of Comyn.

If I get out of this alive, I will go to Rohana and beg her to teach me. It would have made it possible for me to do my duty. I have always believed I had so little laran, yet now I know that I could have learned to use what I have. I killed Peter, I sacrificed Alekis life, because I would not accept what I was. It seemed that she was looking back over her whole life and finding failures everywhere, from the moment she turned away& turned away&

She was standing on desert sand, and the sun was rising& a great patch of blood lay red like the rising sun, and for the first time in her waking life, Jaelle saw, in waking consciousness, her mothers face. And she was caught up in her mothers pain and terror, and with a frantic effort she made it all go dead and silent&

From that moment I blocked away my laran, because I could not bear the terrible pain of her death. She died, she abandoned Jalaks house knowing that she would die, so that I would not be brought up in chains. She died that I could be free, and I could not accept that I was the cause of her death.

She freed me. But I chained myself again with that guilt&

And now I do not know how to open what I closed away.

I killed Peter because I could not bear to remember. I struck out blindly at him, and I killed him. As I killed my mother&

She forced herself to climb into the saddle again, though the effort made her whole body tremble with pain. She ached all over: she had not ridden in so long, and now she had been in the saddle for the best part of three days. This cant be the best thing for the baby, either, she thought. But then it was too late to worry about the baby. She should have thought about the baby before it was conceived. Or before she killed its father&

Oh, stop worrying. You were brought up on Camillas story of how Rafaella was caught out on the trail and barely had time to get her breeches off before she dropped the baby and rode home. The baby can take care of herself, shes nice and snug inside there. And yet it seemed that somewhere the baby was crying. Poor baby. Nobody wants her. Her father wanted her but her father is dead. What will become of her?

Surely Aleki would have gone back to the main trail, or tried to. But if he had made it back to the trail she would have seen him. No doubt he was lying down in one of the canyons, dead, or drugged with kireseth, or thrown by his horse and unconscious& she must go down there too, and search for him, it was the least she could do, it was her sworn duty. She ignored the rational voice that told her that the search for a single leaf in a forest of nut trees would be simple by contrast. She rode forward, desperately trying to force her mind ahead to see Aleki.

No. She must get back to the trail, to the main trail. If she reached one of the small villages she could bring out a search party to find him. And yet she could hear Magda calling her&

No. It was the rising wind. Long trails of cloud were stretching across the sky, the trees moaning and whipping around; a branch slapped across her face; she was back on one of the smaller trails leading upward along the canyon wall. Why? What had made her choose this trail? There was only one thought in her mind, that Aleki was somewhere ahead of her, that instead of going down into the hundred little valleys of the canyon floor he had chosen to ride upward, to get a view of the valley and find out where he had lost the road. Intelligent. But if he had been intelligent enough he would never have come out alone, but would have waited for her to guide him, knowing she was sworn on her honor to keep him safe.

But he did not trust her oath either. She was a Darkovan and he looked down at her as a native from the height of his own prejudices. No wonder he had left without her. Now, when it was too late, it seemed she understood him. She had been one of those who had obstructed him from what he perceived as his duty, finding out what had happened to the man Carr, and how that fit into the peculiar patterns which Darkover made, alien to other uncivilized planets when the Empire came in.

But it was my fault, Jaelle. I mentioned Carr in his presence, put Aleki on Carrs trail; I thought Carr was Intelligence, and perfectly undercover, and I spoke out of turn. Truly, it was my fault and not yours. The voice was so clear in her mind that Jaelle actually turned and was confused not to see Magda riding at her side. She could even hear the hoofs of Magdas horse. The trail led upward, and the wind was hot in her face, like the desert wind of that journey from Shainsa that she had never wanted to remember. Kindra and Rohana had carried her little brother, wrapped in the fragments of her mothers cloak. They had tried to get her to carry him. to play with him, she would not touch him. She had never remembered that journey before, but now she remembered lying, a terrified whimpering bundle, in Kindras arms. She had been bleeding. She had forgotten that. She only remembered that it meant she would be chained, but she could not even manage to tell them of her fears. She was only afraid they would find it out. It went away in a day or two, even before they were in Thendara and by the time it happened again they were in the Amazon house and she had lost her fear and forgotten that it had happened before; she had learned enough, by then, to be proud that it meant she was a woman. Why did I forget all this until this very day?

My little brother. He must now be sixteen or eighteen, I have lost track& I cannot remember ever looking upon his face. He has neither mother, father, nor sister; truly he is orphaned. What was it Rohana said about him? That he was sworn paxman to Valdir Alton. But if I live I must go to my brother and get his forgiveness too& and for the first time she remembered words Rohana had spoken on that same journey, words barricaded by her own terrible fear.

Will you not try and comfort your baby brother? You had your mother for eleven whole years. He has no one. I could have helped him. I could have been at least a sister to him, if not a mother. I have failed at every human relationship in my life, and now I have killed Peter. It would have been enough to leave him. And now it is too late. Too late for everything.

The sky was filled now with billowing clouds which seemed to move on their own, independent of any wind.

This way, Jaelle. When the rain comes there will be flood down there. Keep your horse climbing. Once again she turned to look at Magda and found her friend was not there. She was hallucinating again. She had failed with Magda too, if she had actually led Magda out to follow her here, into the wild trackless range country, where she would die.

Then she saw them.

She heard their hooves before she saw the riders, sweeping down toward her. A Legion of mounted men, rank after rank, riding at full gallop, and over them flew Comyn banners, rippling in the rainbow wind. The colors of their robes were whirling around their horses flanks, and they raced across the sky, their hooves pounding on the cloud as if it were the canyon floor. She could hear the pounding, the thunder of a million hooves, digging into the whirling air and sending little sprays of cloud up like dust. Then the Aillard banner stretched across the sky, and now she could see the young woman who rode beneath it.

She was tall and red-haired, magnificent, clad in blue with golden hair like a bell of the kireseth itself, like the painting of Cassilda in the ancient chapel. Yet somehow through and over the blue shimmered the crimson robes of a Keeper. My child, my daughter, did I bear you for this? So terribly young, so perfect in her virgin austerity. And behind her pounded the men of the Comyn, led by another leronis in crimson, men and women in Tower robes of green and blue and crimson and white, racing on to drive her down, flashing knives pursuing her, driving her up the canyon, the man who rode at her side went down beneath their hooves, she saw his head explode in blood which splashed her robe& She could see the horses now, hear the pounding of their hooves and smell their rank sweat, but she sat frozen, unable to take her eyes from the face of the young girl&

Pain jarred through her; a cloud of dustreal dustsuddenly choked her and the world came back into focus; from nowhere a rider, kerchief tied across the face, lean and swift, swooped out on the trail, grabbed her elbow, pulled at her horse.

Quick! This way! Jaelle! Jaelle, wake up, hurry! Cant you see&  insanely, it was Magdas voice. This was another hallucination, surely, but Magda sounded angry, she had better go with her to keep her happy. Jaelle dug her heels into the ponys flank, pushed on upward on the trail. The thunder of hoofs was still there, but the riders in the sky were gone; the noise was below her, and her horse was scrambling for footing on the steep trail at the side of the gorge. But as Jaelle tried to speak, to protest this madness, the thunder and sound overwhelmed them. Chervines. Thousands of them, stampeding down the canyon floor, pounding, flying, a sea of cattle driven by the narrowing ravine into an impassible flood of horns, jammed bodies, hooves, right where she had been sitting her pony in the center of the trail!

The stampede poured past, on and on. Jaelle was shaking. I could have been killed, I would have sat there drugged by the kireseth vision and let them ride right over me& And Madga. Magda. She is really here and once again she has saved my life.

The last of the herd roared past, bleating and shoving. A last straggler bawled. A few of the beasts, driven and pushed to the edges, plunged off the trail and out of sight. Then they were gone, though the noise of their passing still shook the ground. And as the sound dulled to a distant thunder, the rain began, pouring as if the heavens had opened and dumped buckets on them.

Magda put out a hand in the sudden downpour. She said, Up this way. I saw a cave.

The light was already going as they climbed, and by the time they reached it, it was only a darkness against the cliffside, and Jaelle slid, still shaking, from her pony, and led it in. Magda followed her. She said, in a high terrified voice, I saw you and you were just sitting thereand the chervines coming down the canyon like the wind&

What made themstampede like that? Jaelle heard herself say. The kireseth & ?

Was that what it was? I didnt know. But there is floodwater above, pouring down into the ravine, Magda said, and put her head out. Look.

Down where they had been riding, a wall of water was sweeping down the canyon, almost a river. Would the chervines be drowned or would they make it to higher ground? Magda thrust her head out till Jaelle was frightened as she hung over the canyon wall from the mouth of the cave, then pulled back inside.

The high-water mark is a good four feet below us, she said. Well be safe here. She pulled her saddle and saddlebags off the horse. Well, breda, its better than the pass of Scaravel. At least I doubt if well meet any banshees here.

Jaelles legs would hardly hold her upright. She stood holding on to her horse, unable to move. Magda turned to say sharply, Better get your saddle off and get into dry clothes if you have any. And have you anything to light a fire? Theres plenty of dry wood stacked back thereand look at the fire-ring; this place must be a regular place of resort for herd-men.

But still Jaelles legs would not move, and finally Magda came and pushed her down on her spread cloak. Lie down, then. Keep out of my way while I build a fire.

I am shirking again. I have failed my duty. Even Magda, even Magda I have led into my failures. My mother died for me. I failed Rohana when she would have given me my heritage of laran. I failed my brother. And my oath-sisters. And my baby. And Peter&

Magda had spread a blanket across the entrance for a windbreak, and was kneeling by the ring of stones, kindling a fire. Her dark hair was soaked, clinging in little wisps to her face. She had stripped off her soaked shirt and undertunic. Jaelle coughed on the smoke as the fire caught and began to blaze upward. A rough chimney had been guided through a hole in the roof of the cave. Soon Magda had a small pot rigged and was brewing bark-tea. She brought a small clay cup of the stuff to Jaelle and held it to her lips. Jaelle tasted it; it was sickeningly sweet and she shoved it away. Magda pushed it against her mouth and said sharply, Drink it. Youre in shock and sugar is the best thing for that.

Obediently Jaelle swallowed, and felt her head clear a little. She said after a minute, Youve saved my life again. How did you happen to turn up just in time?

Ive only been trailing you for two days, Magda said grimly. What possessed you to take off like thatalone, pregnant, a storm coming up? You must have been crazy.

Thats what Peter said, Jaelle whispered. He threatened to have me drugged. Chained

Peter would never do that, Magda said incredulously. Do you think he is a Dry-towner? Then she caught the picture in Jaelles mind, restraints, perhaps tied to a bed in the Hospital floorshe knelt at Jaelles side and caught the woman in her arms.

Oh, love, they wouldnt have hurt youtruly they wouldnt she whispered. I can see how afraid you werebut they wouldnt have hurt you, and Cholayna, or I could have told them you were not crazy

I killed him, Jaelle whispered, her voice only a thread of horror. I killed Peter. I left him lying dead in the HQ, on the floor of our bedroom!

I dont believe you, Magda said flatly. I think you are delirious and dont know what you did, or didnt do. For now, get out of those wet clothes. We cant keep a fire in here all nightwe have to save the dry wood in case it snows, everything outside here is wet. But Jaelle sat dazed and in the end Magda had to undress her like a child and wrap her in a blanket from her pack. With the embers of the fire Magda toasted some dry meat over the coals, and tried to persuade Jaelle to eat a little, but Jaelle, though she tried, could neither chew nor swallow.

Magda got into dry underwear and a dry tunic, hanging her breeches near the coals of the fire.

I was terrified, she said at last. You must have been completely out of ityou were sitting in the middle of the trail with all those chervines stampeding down the canyon and the flood-water up ahead. And I kept seeingI know it was only the clouds, but it looked likewell, once I saw all the Comyn lords parading down the streets in Thendara with their banners, only this time they werent parading. They were chasing a girla girl with red hair, and she looked like you. Like you, Jaelle, and I thought for a moment it was you. And they all went galloping and galloping by over my head, and then I knew it was a real stampede through the hallucination, but you werent up in the sky dressed in Comyn robes, you were down in the canyon right in the middle of the stampede She shuddered, and clutched at Jaelle.

I saw the same thing, said Jaelle almost in a whisper, but the noise of the rain drowned her out and she had to repeat it. She had not realized that the girl in the vision had worn her face. An irrational conviction kept saying, that was my baby, and the Comyn will kill her.

Magda said at last, I have heard that kireseth can do strange things to peoples minds. There is an underground traffic in kirian resin in Thendara, you know. The stuff comes up from the plains of Valeron, and there are people who drink it for the visions it gives. Banned in the Terran Zone, of course, but people do go over the wall for it, the way they do for women. If we were breathing it, that explains& well. Its over now. She crumbled pieces of bread into the bark tea and fed it to Jaelle, like a child. Jaelle swallowed obediently. She could not remember when she had eaten last. The food and hot drink cleared away the last remnants of the fuzziness from her mind. Even the overwhelming horror of the murder receded. Maybe Magda was right. Maybe her memory was playing her tricks. If she could remember things she had forgotten since her mother died, how could she trust what she thought she knew? She could not do anything about it now, anyhow.

She said at last, shakily, I dont understand. How is it that you are here? You are supposed to be still housebound. If you forswore your Oath to save my lifeit wasnt worth it, Margali. I am not worth it.

Youre no judge of that right now, said Magda coldly. Go to sleep. As it happens, I didnt break my oath. Camilla gave me leave to go. She loves you; you dont seem to have realized that. Her face was so grim that Jaelle could not bear it. Abruptly, in utter exhaustion, she dropped into a bottomless pit of sleep.

When she woke the fire had burned down to a dead pit of coals, the tiniest red eyes in the darkness, and Magda was curled up at her side; but Magda heard her stir and rolled over.

Are you all right?

You saved my life again, Jaelle whispered. Oh, breda, I thought I was so brave, and I am such a coward, and I have failed at everythingyou shouldnt have risked your life for me

Hush, hush, Magda whispered, holding her. Its all right.

Piedroyou know I killed him

You told me, Magda said softly, but she could hear Magdas thoughts, like colored spiderwebs in the curious darkness, I dont believe you did any such thing. Forget about Piedro.

Why should I forget him? she flared, Ill forget him in my own time and my own way! She did not know why she was filled with such murderous rage. Its not for you to say!

Jaelle, I only meantIm sorry for him. One of these days Montray will succeed in getting him kicked off Darkover

Its too late for that. What was it Peter had said about Carr, Death legally terminates a citizens responsibilities and privileges. Now he had no more.

And youre all Peter has. You and the baby.

I dont belong to him! And neither does my baby!

He thinks

And that was why I hated him, thats why I killed him! He wanted to own me, me and the baby, like things, toys&

Magda laid a soothing hand over hers. She said, You mustnt talk like this. Maybe if she acted like this Peter had reason to think something was wrong with her mind. I wonderis it even possible that she could have killed him? But even Keitha reached a point where she no longer wanted to kill her husband, but only to turn her back and walk away from him& and Jaelle has been a Renunciate all her life&

No, I wasnt, Jaelle whispered. Do you remember how you cried when you took the Oath? I never did. Iit was just confirming something Id made my mind up to, a long time ago, and I was happy about it. II wasnt renouncing anything, I never knew till I met Peter that there was anything to renounceI had forgotten so much, blinded myself to so much

Suddenly she was crying, tears raining and raining down her face.

My mother. I couldnt remember my mothers face, remember that her hands were chained, till Peter tried to put chains on me& that was the worst of it, he didnt know what he was doing. But I am a Renunciate, I should have seen it. I should never have let it go so far. Cholayna her voice choked on a sob. I could have killed her too, if I had been wearing a knife I would have drawn it on her, when she reminded me that I was truly a woman of the Dry Towns, but it is true, true, they dont chain us, we chain ourselves. They were still in contact, their minds open to one another. I thought it was enough to say no to all this, but that is only the beginning. All the women who had come to the Amazons, and fought and cried through the Training Sessions and left, free, having grown into freedom, but she had pretended she had nothing from which she must be freed. She had never had any idea of the anguished battles they fought. Now she knew why it took beatings, chainings, the threat of a fatal pregnancy, to drive a woman away from her husband. She gripped Magdas wrist and felt the pain in her own arm but could not let go until Magda gently took her hand and loosened the fingers.

They dont chain us. We chain ourselves. Willingly. More than willingly. We crave chains& Isnt that what it means to be a woman?

Of course not, Magda said, puzzled and shocked. It meansto be in command of your own life, your own actions

And your childrens lives. I didnt want this child, I did it to make Peter happy

How sick it was, to want to be dominated by him&

Darling, Magda said softly, it surely wasnt all like that.

She could see herself through Magdas eyes in the first flush of passion, the warmth of her first real love. I was ready for a love affair, it was no more than that. I would have been saner and wiser to take you for my lover, Margali& Do you think he would have risked his life for me even the first time? And you& I knew there was a life between us&

You know I love you, Jaelle, and now I know how much, but you are sick and exhausted& This is no time for this kind of decision, bredhya. She remembered Camilla saying something of the same kind to her when she had been burned on the fire-lines. She cradled Jaelle in her arms, rocking her like a small child.

Like my mother. I cannot really remember my mother, but she died to set me free, and I betrayed her by chaining myself again&

Magda rocked her, gently, crooning to her. So Jaelle is to have a child and she is no more than a child herself. I wish I could bear it for her. But when Jaelles sobbing quieted, she tucked her under the blankets.

Ill make you some tea. You need it. Do you think you could eat something?

Jaelle lay quiet, content to let Magda mother her. She said at last, Aleki. He must be dead. First the Ghost Wind, and the stampede, and then the flood&

Magda crawled to the entrance of the cave and pushed the blanket aside. It was raining, and she looked down into the valley. Through Magdas eyes Jaelle saw the brownish, mud-swollen torrent still filling the canyon, dead trees floating, and a dead, bloated chervine, belly up and legs sticking straight toward the sky, rolling past.

He could have found a cave before the flood started, Magda said, Lets not give up hope yet. There are a lot of caves up along here.

Jaelle surprised herself by saying, I think I would know if he was dead. At one time, during the kireseth madness, she had reached his mind. After that, surely she would have felt him die if he had died.

Magda brought her the tea and she sat up to drink it. She crawled to the door of the cave and looked down at the flood-swollen valley. She said prosaically Thanks to the Goddess! I brought ten days trail food; its going to be some time before we can get out of here.

Magda felt her forehead. You arent fit to ride anyway; go back and lie down, she said. Theres nothing we can do so you may as well rest. That kind of hard riding cant have been good for you at this stage of pregnancy. I dont care what Rafaella is supposed to have done, youre probably not as strong as she is, and all this cant have been good for you&

I never wanted this baby! It would be better if it never were born. Knowing I murdered her father

And she believes that. That kind of obsessionshe could worry herself into a miscarriage.

All the better if I did! The flood of guilt and misery was so great that Magda came and pushed her gently back on the blanket. The best thing you can do is to rest, and not worry.

But when Jaelle had fallen again into an uneasy, nightmare-ridden sleep, Magda went again to the cave mouth and sat there, watching the endless rain swelling the torrent in the canyon. They could be there for days, a tenday. No one knew they were there. She did not like the feverish look in Jaelles eyes, the burning, almost delirious intensity of her thoughts. She was taking it for granted now that she would share Jaelles thoughts if there was close contact between them. Well, Lady Rohana had told her once that she had potentially strong laran, and now she knew that Camilla had confirmed it, in her own way, even managing to keep it barriered for her for a long time. Camillas intentions had been goodin fact, she had done it out of the purest lovebut it meant she had had no chance to learn to control it and to grow strong in its use. And now something had intensified it. Contact with Jaelle? Exposure to the kireseth resin, strongly psychedelic as it was?

However it had happened, it had happened and now she was confronted with it, with an enormous overload of new sensory data that her mind had not yet learned to process. It seemed that she saw all the way around her, as if she had eyes not only in the back of her head but in her scalp too and at several places on her body, so that she saw the back walls of the cave as well as the flooded canyon below her, the small rodents scurrying in the back walls, nocturnal mammals half hibernating in nests of sticks hanging from the ceiling. She could feel Jaelles body as it were embedded in her own extended senseswas this what it was like to be pregnant, feeling an other within yourself? She could feel pain slumbering somewhere inside Jaelle ready to waken. Reaching deeper, she could feel the sleeping consciousness at a deeper level where the baby curled and sheltered within her womb, drowsing, but aware&

I never wanted a child. Was it only that I did not want Peters child? I thought I did, but somewhere within me I knew I did not. And now I know that what I would feel for a child is what I feel for Jaelle, and more, and I shall never be happy now until I have a child. And that made her smile to herself, almost sadly, for now I am certain that I am a lover of women, and it is not very likely that I shall manage to get pregnant that way. That is the only disadvantage I can think of. Maybe I should have had a baby before I decided that. But she laughed inside herself, knowing that when she left the Guild House she had left that kind of self-definition behind her forever. No, I do not call myself a lover of women. There are women that I love, that is all, but what may happen in the futurewell, I will fly that falcon when her wings are grown. She wondered why, in spite of their desperate situation, alone, isolated by flood, with Jaelle sick, perhaps desperately sick and perhaps insane, she felt such flooding happiness, as if she and Jaelle and the child were all one with something greater than themselves, something that beat through all the living things around them. Sky and water and falling rain and rushing torrent, trees standing to bathe their leaves in the rain, the earth opening to the flood like a woman to a lovers touch, even the little beasts burrowing in the cave and the tiny bugs in the straw were part of it. Was she still a little drugged with resin of kireseth? No, this was something else. She supposed if she were a religious person she would call it an awareness of God, a knowledge that everything around her had life and that she was part of it. Her love for Camilla, her intense love for Jaelle, the passion she had shared with Peter, her brief tenderness for Monty, even the sympathy she had felt dancing with Darrell, son of Darnak, even the way she had mothered old Coordinator Montray, the pain she had shared with Byrna giving birth, her own fear on the trailall these things came together as if, for one moment, she saw her whole life pure and whole. Even as she was aware of it she knew it was beginning to fade, and she knew she must not fight to keep it, for then she would retain only the struggle. She must let it go. But it would be part of her forever.

She built up the fire, then went and lay down beside Jaelle. She, too, was still weary from the long ride, and she must build up her strength for the time when they could get out of here. She hoped Jaelle would be able to ride.

CHAPTER SEVEN

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Four more times night settled down over the cave on the canyon wall; four more dawns rose red, and on the third dawn, when the Bloody Sun rose over the canyons, the rain had stopped and by that night the water had begun to go down. Magda, leading the horses out to graze on the slope, felt relieved, for though they had enough food, the grain she had brought for the horses was beginning to fail. But it would be a considerable time before the canyon was passable, and they were running short of dry wood for fires. Resin-trees would burn, even when wet, but not very well.

Jaelle was sitting up when she came back, and Magda realized that she was dreadfully worried about her. She was rational most of the time now, but she clung to her obsession that she had murdered Peter and Magda would not talk with her about it. Jaelle believed it; that was all there was to it. Magda firmly refused to believe it.

And the short Midsummer season was waning; soon they would need fire to survive. They must be ready to ride out as soon as the canyon waters went down enough so that they could get out even by swimming the horses, and for that Jaelle must be stronger. The fever hung on, and every night she woke screaming from nightmares, so that Magda had to hold and soothe her for a long time before she knew where she was; all her forgotten Dry-Town childhood seemed to be coming back to her, and again and again she woke screaming, believing herself in chains. Magda shared enough of these nightmares, with her new awareness of Jaelle, so that she insisted that they should sleep at opposite ends of the cave.

Were simply picking up each others nightmares and reinforcing them, she said, and we each have enough of our own, Id think. But it was really too cold and they did not have enough blankets for that, so she slept beside Jaelle, and when the other woman woke shrieking, she would hold her and soothe her back to sleep. Magda was always grateful to see the cave begin to lighten. But during the day, though Jaelle was feverish and in painMagda wondered if she had caught some illness on the trailshe was rational enough. Except for that damned delusion about Peter. Or is it a delusion?

Yet she was equally sure Aleki was alive. Hes trapped in one of these caves, just like us, she insisted, and as she spoke Magda had a flash of him there, lying alone and filthy, unable to move. Hes hurt. And weve got to get him back to Thendara. If he dies, out here, its going to cause a full-fledged diplomatic incident.

And its my responsibility, Jaelle said quietly. I made myself personally responsible for him.

And I have made myself personally responsible for your obligations, Magda said, touching her hand lightly. I am better fitted now than you to honor that pledge. That is what Oath-sisters are for.

I feel a little guilty, said Jaelle after a long silence, I wanted this mission to fail. And now it has, for we can take him back to ThendaraI didnt want him to get out to Armida and question that man Carr, or Dom Anndra, or whatever he calls himself

Magda smiled faintly. From what I saw of him, that man Carr can take perfectly good care of himself. Between the two of them, Id bet on Carr.

I am not so sure. When Li is on the trail of Comyn, he is tenacious, Magda. You dont know how stubborn he is. II am Comyn, though I never fully realized it before. Comyn, but I am free of it through the Rununciates Oath so I can see Darkover from both sides. Comyn and commoner. And I have seen the worlds of the Empire through their little screens. I dont want my world to be like that. And thats what LiAleki wants.

And he will do it, if anyone can, said Magda. Thats what Agents are made of.

And you are one of them Jaelle said hesitantly. Do youdo you want to help him on his mission? Or will you stand by Darkover?

Magda took her hands gently. Its not as simple as that darling. Theres no way to say, Darkover against Terra. Neither of them is all good or all bad. Lets be sure hes alive before we start worrying about his mission.

Jaelle should be getting better, if its only a cold or a chill or some mutant strain of influenza. But she isnt. She did not want Jaelle to know how much she was worried about her.

She herself had recovered after the fatigue of travel and fear. If this is laran, I am one of the fortunate ones. I have escaped threshold sickness, she thought, not realizing how much she had picked up from Jaelles mind. She was eager to be on their way. Perhaps it would be better for Jaelle to try to travel, even when she was sick. If they had been in the Terran Zone she would unhesitatingly have put Jaelle into a hospital. Shes really sick, and shes not getting better. So its up to me. But tomorrow morning if she can travel at all weve got to get out of here.

Toward morning, as cold crept into the cave from the snow outside, they began to dream.

Red sun rising over jagged rocks, blood spreading out on the sand. It was worth it, Jaelle. You are free. You are free. And then her mother was gone, was nowhere, like Peter, gone, dead&

No, my darling. I am here. And I am free, too. She was standing on the red sand, tall and beautiful, her red hair not braided in the loops of a Dry-Town woman but in a heavy coil caught by a copper butterfly-clasp.

Mother! Mother! Come back, mother& But she had faded away, had gone to her own freedom. And I am free too. The crimson stain of blood on the red sands was gone, but she could still feel all her mothers pain, as the world dissolved around her. And she was a little girl, lying shivering in the bedroll of the strange old emmasca, who was holding her, touching her as she had never wanted to be touched by any woman& no, she was Magda, lying in Camillas arms& it was not I. I never thought of Camilla that way. Of course not. Camilla was my mother, one of the ones who mothered me when I had lost my own mother, when I could not remember her at all. And I was the nearest to a child of her own that Camilla had never had. But Magda was not Camillas child, she could be Camillas lover&

But the little girl was still there, a little girl who wanted so much to live& No, Jaelle said, its not possible, chiya, you will have to go back. To choose another mother.

But you have chosen me and I have chosen you, said the little girl. Why could she not see the child clearly, only hear her voice? She was in so much pain. Her mother had felt like this and Jaelle could not barricade away her pain. It was too much. Too much, she was breaking apart, they were torturing her, she was screaming as she had heard screams from Jalaks torture chamber&

Dont cry, mother. Ill wait for you. Ill come back again, when you want me. Such a trusting voice, a child. The little girl, in a blue dress, her golden hair curling like the golden pollen on the bell of the kireseth flower. Jaelle could see her walk away, into a gray world, gray silence, and it seemed to her that the little girl who could have been her daughter walked away into gray cloud like the Lake of Mali, farther and farther, and only when she could not see the little girl any more, but only the pale blue shimmer of her gown, did it strike her that this was a true parting. Another death.

No! No! Come back, she cried over and over, but it was too late. The little girl was gone, and she was crying, crying because she hurt so much, so much& like the first time she had discovered herself bleeding and was afraid to tell&

Jaelle! Magda, very pale, was bending over her. You were crying in your sleep& whats the matter& ?

Oh, Magda, shes gone, shes dead, I couldnt call her back, I told her I didnt want her and she just went away

Who, Jaelle? You had another nightmare, love. Tell me.

My mother. No, it was my baby. And she just went away& Jaelle sobbed. I wanted to name her for you, Margali& oh, I hurt all over, I hurt so

Magda held and soothed her, believing that she had only had a nightmare, but as she held Jaelle in her arms, she realized that it was more than this. She could feel the pain knifing through the younger woman, and in a clutching terror, she realized what was happening.

I was afraid of this. She has been so sick, and under so much strain. She is miscarrying. And it is so much too early, not more than four months. Not even with the Terrans and their birth-support machines could this one live. And she, Magda, did not have the slightest idea what to do; alone, without even hot water or simple sanitation, in a filthy cave, marooned by flood-water

Jaelle was twisting and crying out again in pain, and Magda took her hands. Darling, she said. Jaelle, darling, you have got to be brave, you have got to stop crying and do what you can to get hold of yourself.

I dont want you to die. And this is no place to have a miscarriage. And I dont know what to do for her. Oh, Goddess, I need help. I need Marisela or someone like that. And I am all alone with her. And I cant even let her know how frightened I am. She is frightened enough already.

Well, she would simply have to do the best she could. Jaelles sobs had subsided to a soft whimpering. Ill try to be brave. Like the time I fell and dislocated my shoulder riding, and Kindra was proud of me because I was so brave. I can be brave for Magda too. Poor Magda, shes been so good to me.

My poor baby. My poor little girl. I wonder if it hurt her to die.

Magda tried to block out as much awareness of Jaelle as she could. It wouldnt help Jaelle a bit for her to suffer too. She dragged together all the dry wood they had left, and built up the fire as much as she dared. Then she put water to boilJaelle would need hot drinks and afterward she would need some strengthening food. She rummaged in her saddlebags and found, among the trail clothing, a couple of clean flannel nightgowns. She did not even remember packing them, but she would put one of them on Jaelle afterward. She laid the other one on top of the cleanest side of the blanket. At least it was clean. Women had been having babies, and miscarrying them, under primitive conditions without Terran-style sanitation, for centuries, she reminded herself.

Yes, and dying of it, too. She told that thought to go away and be quiet, and braced herself to reassure Jaelle, even though she was not quite sure what to do. She was sure there would be a lot of blood. She had picked that up from too many nightmares Jaelle had been having.

The first thing you have to do, she said, kneeling down to get Jaelles dirty and blood-soaked travel clothing off her, is to relax and try to breathe deeply. Come on, Jaelle, youve heard more midwives lectures than I have. One of us ought to remember enough of them so that I dont botch this up too badly.

CHAPTER EIGHT

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Most of the firewood was gone. Magda, dead weary, dragged herself to the mouth of the cave and looked down into the valley. The water had receded still farther during the day. We could have gotten out today, she thought, if Jaelle had been able to travel. If she had held off one more day&

It wasnt Jaelles fault. She looked over her shoulder, tenderly, at the dark hump of bedclothes that was Jaelle. At least she was asleep now and it was over& at least she thought it was over. She had done her best, but she wasnt a Medic or even a midwife, and her best probably wasnt good enough.

And now she did not know how long it would be before Jaelle was able to travel. That was one extremely sick girl there. I did the best I could, but there was no way to make sure everything was properly sterilized. She needed proper food, and a warm bed, and good nursing. Magda put her head in her hands and cried.

And even as she wept she was conscious of rationalizing it to herself. Im just overtired, the strain of all this, knowing that Jaelle could still die. I love her, Id do anything to take care of her, and I may have killed her. This whole thing is my fault. I introduced her to Peter in the first place. If I hadnt been such a rotten person back then, if Id been able to give Peter a child, if I hadnt been so arrogant and competitive with him& now he is dead and Jaelle may die& she cried and cried, unable to stop herself, and even while the sobs continued to rack her, she remembered Marisela saying that one day she too would be able to weep&

This is supposed to be good for me? Whos crazy?

Its a good thing I learned more than that from Marisela, isnt it? After the night past, she could have giggled; and she wiped her nose on her sleevethere wasnt even a clean rag! and drew a deep breath, trying to assess their situation without hysteria.

Jaelle was sleeping; but she was very weak. Magda thought she had lost altogether too much blood. She needed medical attention, to be sure Magda had not botched handling the miscarriage and everything was clean. At a very minimum she needed dry clean clothes, nourishing food, and warmth. Magda could provide that, foraging for resin-branches which would burn when wet, provided she got them now before the fire was dead out.

Otherwise, she realized soberly, they could both die here.

If Jaelies fever went down within the next few hours, perhaps she should simply bundle the girl on her horse, even if she had to tie her in her saddle, and pack her out to civilization, where she could organize search parties for Aleki, and Jaelle could get nursing. On the other hand, suppose they encountered some isolated farm where the woman of the place reacted like the woman who had cursed Magda on the fire-lines? That one might have been capable of turning them out to die.

If they stayed here, there was nothing ahead but starvation and cold, but she was still strong. Could she possibly leave Jaelle alone and go for help? Behind her in the cave she heard Jaelle whimper in her sleep, as if the very thought terrified her.

Jaelle, who was so strong. Yet I have always protected her. My child. My love.

She would stay with Jaelle, no matter what. Either she would risk taking her out to civilization, now or when Jaelle was stronger, or they would await rescue here.

The weather knowledge of years told her that there was another storm on the way, but it was not yet imminent. Still, she should get in as much fuel as she could.

She bent over Jaelle, intending to whisper to her that she must not be frightened, she was not going far away; but for the moment the woman was sleeping peacefully and Magda hated to disturb her. Could she possibly reach her mind? During the aftermath of the kireseth storm they had spent much time in contact, and had even shared their dreams. Before the miscarriage, however, knowing she could not care for Jaelle adequately if she must also suffer all Jaelies pain and fear, she had done something, she still did not know what, and blocked her mind from Jaelies. Could she now reverse this process?

She tried to sink into the sleeping womans mind; she did not know how well she had succeeded, but she tried to shape her thoughts without disturbing Jaelies sleep; after that nightmare of pain and fumbling midwifery, Jaelle needed sleep. But she needed reassurance too.

Darling, I have to leave you just for a little while, I have to get wood, or something we can burn. If you wake up and Im gone, dont be frightened. She repeated it mentally several times, but Jaelle did not stir and Magda wondered if she had reached her at all. Well, with luck she would be back before Jaelle woke, and could have some tea for her, and perhaps some hot porridge. It wasnt what Magda would have chosen but Jaelle had presumably lived on it before this and the stuff supposedly had all the nutritious elements neededit was the staple travel food of the Amazons, anyhow. The fact that it tasted like stale hot cereal didnt really matter.

She pulled her hooded riding-cloak over her head, thinking that she would have felt more comfortable in Jaelles Terran style down jacket. But Jaelle was smaller than she was and the jacket would not fit, so it was the riding-cloak or nothing. At least it was warm. She checked on the horses to be sure they had not strayed too far, patted them, gave them the last few bites of grain. Then she began dragging branches of damp resin trees up the slope. It was heavy, hard work and her arms ached, and she broke her nails on the wood. Damn, if I could only reach an intercom somewhere. Primitive planets are wonderful, I love this one, but damn it, in an emergency like this one, what do you do? Sit marooned and die?

She could have sent out an alarm and had Terran helicopters out looking for Jaelle before she got over the pass! She could have had a full-scale search and rescue out for Aleki before he was two hours ride out of Thendara! If Jaelle had had half a brain, that was what she would have done, instead of going racing off at night into a storm after him!

But Jaelle had killed Peteror thought she had, Magda thought, sobered. It was an accident. But shed have to convince the Terrans of that. And she couldnt have helped Aleki very much if she had been locked up in the hospital, or held for questioning.

She dragged an armload of wood to the cave mouth and went down for another one. Halfway up the slope she saw flakes of snow drifting down on to the folds of her cloak; the thick wet flakes, clumped together into little snowballs, almost, which meant it would soon be coming down hard. Some of it would melt when it hit the remaining water in the canyon, but enough would pile up on the slopes to make the trail dangerous.

That settled it. They could not be walled in here; they dared not stay. Somehow she must get Jaelle on her horse and they must make a fight to get to civilization.

The hell with all that stuff about waiting here to be rescued. A Renunciate has to rescue herself! Grimly, she dumped the wood and started getting her things together, what was left of the food. She built up the fire with the last of the dry wood and put their dried meat to boil; she would get them a good hot nourishing meal so they would be better able to travel. She packed what she could, ruthlessly discarding everything but food and blankets. She loaded them into her own saddlebags. She would put Jaelle on the horse, with her saddlebags, and ride Jaelles pony herself. It was going to be a rough trip enough without extra weight.

If they made it out she would send a search party to seek for Aleki, or his body, in the higher caves.

By the time the soup was done, smelling reasonably edible, she knew she dared wait no longer. Already it was snowing hard, and she hesitated again; if the snow got harder yet, they could be lost in whiteout blizzard. Yet what was the alternative? To be snowed in here until they died? She drank some of the hot soup herself, and ate a handful of nuts, then poured the cooled soup into a cup and bent over Jaelle to shake her awake.

Jaelle. Shaya, love, wake up and drink some soup. Ive got to get you out of here; its snowing and weve got to try and get out of this canyon while we still can.

Jaelle stared at her vacantly, and Magdas heart sank.

Kindra? Jaelle whispered, It hurts. Im bleeding. Am I going to die, Kindra?

Jaelle! Roughly, Magda shook her. Stop that! Youre here with me! Its Magda! Wake up, damn it! Here, drink this! She held the soup to Jaelles mouth, tilting the cup; Jaelle swallowed a mouthful obediently, then pushed it away; when Magda swore at her, shoving the cup against her mouth, she stared, not knowing what Magda wanted, letting it dribble down her chin. Magda felt like slapping her.

But its not her fault. Shes sick; she doesnt even know who I am. She checked the folds of improvised bandages. Jaelle was bleeding again. If she loses any more blood& and Magda realized that if she made Jaelle get up and walk now or ride, it would probably kill her. Her face was fire-hot, and Magda had no medicines to give her.

She could be dying. Magda looked at the heavy snow outside the cave and thought, If we wait another hour or two it might be too late to get out before the storm, but I cant move her now.

She tucked the blankets around Jaelle again, feeling desperate. Did she have to sit here and let Jaelle die? If only she had a way to reach Lady Rohana, who could use her starstone&

If she had a way to reach Lady Rohana&

But she did. She had laran. She was not sure how to use it, but she might reach somebody. The blue-gowned red-haired leronis who had healed her feet on the fire lineswhat was her name, Hilary? Lady Callista? Ferrika, who was an Amazon herself?

Anybody. But how do you do it? I was a fool. I should have let Lady Rohana teach me&

How do you yell for help with laran? And as she formulated the question in her mind, from somewhere the answer formed in her desperation. You just do it. You just yell. Help!

Well, help! Help, anybody! Magda crouched on the floor of the cave, covering her eyes with her hands, trying desperately to recapture the sureness of that moment when she had seen the whole world around her as part of herself. Jaelle is very sick. We are marooned here by floodwater. Jaelle is sick, maybe dying, shes bleeding, we are running out of fuel& Oh, help, somebody, help!

She repeated this again and again, concentrating with agonizing intensity, trying to visualize the call going out, farther and farther, spreading in widening circles as if she had dropped a stone into the quiet around the cave.

There was a little stir in the air of the cave. Magda looked up. Dimly sketched on the air, she seemed to see faces. Womans faces, none of them familiar.

And then, without real surprise, she saw Mariselas face on the dimness.

You promised me you would do nothing rash until I could talk to you, child&

Magda said aloud, wondering if she was crazy, I couldnt let Jaelle go off like that alone

I suppose you could not. It seemed now that Marisela was standing there, though she was shadowy and Magda felt that she could see the wall of the cave through the womans body. Is she really here or have I flipped out after all this trouble? And then Marisela was gone, wholly gone, and Magda was no surer than ever that she had ever seen her. And if she had been there, Magda thought in indignation, well, I must say that wasnt a lot of help, just scolding me for going away alone and vanishing again! She could at least have given me some telepatheic advice about what I ought to do for Jaelle. Shes the midwife! The snow was making a soft swishing sound outside. It was just as well they had not gone into it. She should go out and get the horses inside; they probably could not endure this weather either. Wasnt there some serious disease, tetanus or something, carried by horse droppings? It was probably too late to worry about that.

She and Jaelle had been handling horses enough that if she was going to get it, shed get it. She herself had been vaccinated; she hoped Jaelle had been through a good Medic checkup lately.

There was a soft sound like the calling of crows; she felt a curious swirling in the air and looked up. The snow was suddenly gone; she was standing in a fire-blue hazeshe thought of Lady Rohanas starstoneand around her were shadowy figures, dark-robed women; she recognized none of their faces.

She is one of the pivot points of history, said a voice in her mind. She knew it was not really there.

Remember; we dare show no compassion for individuals. We are concerned only with centuries, and some must suffer and die&

Magda thought; I am hallucinating that conversation Mother Lauria had with Cholayna. Only I wasnt even there. It was Jaelle.

There will be no lack of suffering, but neither must die now; she is not important, but the blood of the Aillard is important, for one day the rule of Arilinn must be broken&

Then will the Forbidden Tower fail?

All those who work for the hour must fail. But we must think in terms of centuries&

A Terrans child in Arilinn would break their rule and their stranglehold&

Do you dare presume to deny her free will? She chose not to bear the Terrans child, thinking thus to avert suffering; she has not yet learned, and so she will suffer threefold&

This time we will save them both for you. But remember; it is not personal compassion for any individual. It is only that this is a point where destiny intersects with the humane thing to do. We would all rather save lives. But we cannot interfere.

Then the words dissolved into the calling of crows; and Magda found that she was standing motionless in the heavy snow, falling thickly on her face and into her eyes, blurring her vision.

She fought her way through the blinding snow. It was just as well Jaelle had not tried to ride, they could never have gotten back to the main road in this. But the horses were not where she had left them, and in panic, Magda went down farther than she had intended on the slope; her foot slipped on the wet, slushy ground and she rolled down toward the canyons floor, crying out in protest.

Her riding cloak and breeches were soaked now, and she could see no sign of the horses. In the thick snow she could not see the cave mouth. Jaelle! I must get back to Jaelle! Shading her face against the thickening snow she finally made out a tiny thread of smoke where their cave opened, and struggled back up the steep grade, without the horses.

Then before her, Ferrikas snub-nosed face appeared, with eyes blue and compassionate.

Dont be frightened, sister. You have been heard in the Forbidden Tower, and someone will come to you. Dont be frightened.

And Ferrikas face was gone. Magda blinked, remembering the fragments of conversation she had heard, Lord Damon, Regent of Armida, and something about an illegal Tower. Well, they were already in trouble with the Terran authorities, if Jaelle had really killed Peter; they might as well be in trouble with the Darkovan authorities too. From what she had heard this particular Tower wasnt in very good odor with the regular Towers.

Any port in a storm, kid. She blinked, thinking that someone had spoken to her in Terran Standard. Am I losing my mind? I had better get inside out of the snow! Jaelle was still lying where Magda had left her, stuporous, her face burning.

Who are you?

You know who I am. I said you had guts enough for three. Make that thirty-three, kid.

AnndraAndrew Carr?

Im not great at this kind of receiving. I ought to let Callista try to reach you. No time. I saw the smoke. Dont worry. And then a picture in her mind, men turning and riding down the canyons, swarming out from what looked like a great center of blue fire& no, she couldnt be right& she couldnt expect telepathic reception to come in like television, for heavens sake! Jaelle was muttering and moaning and throwing herself around, and Magda mended the fire and went and sat by Jaelle and drew the girl into her arms, holding her and rocking her. Jaelle muttered, Mama? I thought you were dead. Mama. Who are these women? Im scared, I dont want to go. Oh, Mother, it hurts and Magda stroked her hair and tried to soothe her.

Its all right, Shaya. It will be all right, I promise you. Theyre coming, they know were here. Its all right.

Jaelle looked at her quite clearly and said, and her voice was almost rational, But Amazons dont wait to be rescued. Were supposed to do the rescuing. The way we did before, Margali, and dropped off into vacancy.

Magda patted her cheek. She said gently, Even Amazons are only human, Jaelle. Its taken me a year to find that out.

But she knew the sick woman could neither hear nor understand her. The fire was dying; she crawled into the blankets and tried to warm Jaelle, holding her closely in her arms. And at last, unbelievably, she slept.

She woke to hear voices. Andrew Carrs voice, calling out in the dialect of the Kilghard hills, halloing wildly.

Not herenot this one! No, damn it, I tell you theres got to be another cave, there are two sick women out here! Keep looking! Try lower down, along the slope! Eduin, come up here with two men and stretchers, this man has a broken leg!

Theyve found Aleki. Thank God, hes alive. A picture came into her mind, as she had seen it before, Alessandro Li, the elegant Terran diplomat, disheveled, filthy, sprawled on the cave floor, his leg bundled in an improvised splint, looking up with an open mouth as Carr grinned down at him.

Ambassador Li, I presume. Heard youve been looking for me, he said, and offered a Terran handshake. Li stammered Youyouyou and the picture winked out.

Magda crawled out of the blankets. The fire was dead, they could not see the smoke; it was very cold in the cave, but Jaelle was breathing and seemed all right. She pulled her riding cloak over her head and hurried to the door of the cave. The slopes were alive with men and horses and she could see a group of men, crowded around the dark mouth of a cave down the slope about half a Terran kilometer, she supposed. She could see Carr now, a tall man with a shock of fair hair, standing a good head taller than the other men.

She shouted, knowing he could not hear her over the intervening space but knowing that he could hear her somehow.

Anndra! Andrew! Up here!

He started as if galvanized, looked and pointed; raised his hand to her in a wave, a signal.

Okay, hang on, I see you.

And Magda collapsed in the mouth of the cave, in the mud and dirt there, and began to cry. She cried and cried, as if she would never stop, knowing suddenly what Marisela had meant.

Some day you will cry and be healed.

She was almost unaware when a man, quiet and deferential in the Ridenow colors, came up the slope; but she heard him call Theyre here, vai dom! Both of them. He cleared his throat, Mestra and she quickly scrambled to her feet, clutching some dignity, some remnants of composure. A poor pretense, she knew; her face was blotched and swollen.

Mestra, are you all right?

She said quickly, My friend. She is sick; you will have to get a stretcher to move her, too. There is nothing wrong with me.

We have a stretcher, he said. Down there. As soon as we can get him into a horse-litter, we will come up and move her, and Magda saw, at the cave mouth farther down the slope, men carrying a prone form on the litter, carrying it down the hill to waiting horses and men. And then Andrew Carr was striding up the slope to the very mouth of the cave.

He smiled at Magda, a good-natured grin and said quietly, so that the man could not hear, Its all right. They know Im Terran and they dont really care. Ive been racking my brains to figure out who you could possibly be. Lorne of Intelligence, arent you? I knew you by reputation, but I dont think we ever actually met each other

And, incongruously, they shook hands.

Then he was bending over Jaelle.

Miscarried, has she? Well, well have her down where they can look after her. Ferrikas still in Thendara for Midsummer, but mestra Allier from Syrtis can look after her. God knows Lady Hilarys had enough of that kind of trouble. Well take her to Syrtis, and when shes well again we can move her to Armida. He laughed. Somehow I think you and I have a lot to say to each other. But it can wait.

He bent and scooped up Jaelle in his arms. He was so tall he lifted her like a child. She could see, without knowing why, the picture in his mind of a beloved woman who had recently suffered such a loss, and his compassion and enduring sadness; but when Jaelle cried out in pain and fear he spoke gently to her, and Jaelle quieted at the touch of his hands and perhaps, Magda thought, of his laran.

The other mans hand was on her arm.

Mestra, let me help you

She started to say, I can walk, and then realized she couldnt. She let herself lean on him, and stumbled toward the horses in the valley. She should be there when Jaelle recovered consciousness.

EPILOGUE

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Alessandro Li, still holding himself erect between two crutches, managed to give the impression, though he hardly moved his head, of bowing deeply over Magdas hand.

I am truly grateful to you. Jaelle, I hope your recovery is swift and complete. He spoke a polite phrase which Magda recognized as a formal farewell in his own language, but it was one of the Empire languages of which she had only a smattering. My Lord another of the gestures which somehow implied a deep formal bow, to Damon, I am thankful for your hospitality.

The Great Hall of Armida, with its massive beams and the huge fireplace, was warm and snug around them; but a chilly draft entered the hall as the doors opened. Outside it was snowing softly. Andrew murmured, This way, sir, and Aleki followed him, hobbling on the crutches, two or three men on either side. They would escort him to Neskaya, where he would be picked up by Terran helicopter.

Lady Callista said quietly to Magda as the door closed behind him I hope he will not make trouble in the Empire, and Andrew, striding back into the hall, said, smiling, He wont.

How can you know? What he did while he was a guest in this house might be very different

Andrew chuckled. Dont worry about Li, he said. I know his kind. Hell dine out on the story for the rest of his life, about his hairbreadth escape on a primitive planet, and enjoy being thought the expert on Cottman Fourwhich means hell have to tell himself how wonderful it all was.

But he did promise to get rid of Coordinator Montray, Magda said quietly, and to put in a Legate who knows the planet and appreciates it. He even offered to put in a word for me if I wanted the job.

You should take it, if only to spite them, Jaelle said. She was lying on a sofa, wrapped in a frilly soft blue house robe which looked very unlike her. She had some color in her face again, but it had been a long, hard fight against weakness and infection, and even earlier that day, Aleki had tried to persuade her to come back to the Terran Zone so that the Medics could give her a thorough going-over. We owe you that, he had protested, but Jaelle smiled and told him that by now she was perfectly well again, and Magda had heard the unspoken part of that as well as Jaelle; that she had not the slightest intention of returning to the HQ, now or ever.

Magda did not believe that she was perfectly wellonly when she was flat on her back and delirious could Jaelle ever admit any weakness at allbut she was over the worst. She had been desperately ill when they carried her down to Syrtis, and for all they could do for her, she seemed to have lost the will to live.

She had begun to recover only when Magda, knowing at last what was troubling her, gathered with the leronis. They called Lady Callista, the Regent, Lord Damon, and Andrew, at their invitation, and gone out in their laran circle to seek out Peter Haldanes fate in the Terran Zone. He was alive; he had been found lying in a coma and carried down to the Hospital floor, but now he was recovering

You struck him with your mind as well as your hands, Lord Damon had said soberly to Jaelle. You could easily have killed him; it was only an accident that you did not. Perhaps it was the grace of some God with whom you are on better terms than you know.

And from that day Jaelle had begun to sleep without nightmares and to eat and gain back a little of the weight she had lost.

That hour within the matrix circleand Magda knew she had taken a full part in ithad somehow made her part of them; Andrew and Callista treated her like a sister and brother, and she felt as if she had known Damon all her life. She felt somewhat less close to the pretty Lady Ellemir, who said forthrightly that for these years while the children were young she wished to give them her full time and attention. She was sitting now at the far end of the hall, the children of the household gathered around her. Magda still did not have them all straight, though she knew that the seven-year-old, curly-haired redhead they called Domenic was the oldest son of Damon and Ellemir, and her only surviving child. Lady Callista had two daughters somewhere between four and seven, one dark and seriousMagda thought her name was Hilary, a name she remembered because of the leronis who had healed her feetand one fair-haired and giggly, but Magda never could remember her name. There were several other children who were explained offhandedly as fosterlings of the House; the smallest of them Callista explained blandly as Andrews nedestro son, which seemed strangeno one could possibly mistake the deep devotion between Callista and Andrew; Magda had never seen such a devoted coupleand the others were small redheads who had, Damon explained with equal casualness, some Comyn blood somewhere, had been born to small-holders and farmers, and were being brought up where they could be properly trained when their laran surfaced. Magda and Jaelle too were astonished at the way in which this was taken for granted. Ellemir mothered all the children indiscriminately.

It is pure self-indulgence, she admitted, but they are little only such a short time, and Callista is my twinshe has laran enough for two, so for these precious years while they are so tiny, I take delight in them while I can. We come from a long-lived family; I shall have forty or fifty years to come back into the circle and master my laran after they are grown. Now she was telling them all some kind of story, the littlest one on her lap, the others clustered around her knees.

Jaelle sighed as the sound of Ambassador Lis escort died away outside. She said, I do not suppose Peter will make any troublenowabout giving me a divorce. Aleki promised to set it up so that I need notgo back. Her eyes were shadowed, and Magda knew without needing to touch her mind what she was thinking. Jaelle was still easily depressed, and cried easily, but Ellemir had privately assured Magda that it would pass in time.

I know, Ellemir said sorrowfully, I have lost three; and the last only this season. Just before Midsummer. Magda remembered Ferrika, crying in Mariselas arms. Having been, though briefly, part of the circle, she understood the bond, and knew Ferrika was a very real part of this matrix circlethe only one on Darkover which was not hidden, guarded, shielded behind Tower walls. And Ferrika, though commoner born, was as much part of it as Lord Damon himself, or his brother Kieran, or the aristocratic Lady Hilary, who was married to Colin of Syrtis. Hilarys one son Felix was somewhere in the circle of children around Ellemir, but Magda had forgotten which one he was.

You never wholly cease to grieve, she had said to Jaelle. But you learn to live with grief, and find a way through it. And you try again. And you open your heart to other children.

Jaelle had said, very low, As Kindra did. And as Camilla does still, and from that day she had begun to sleep without nightmares of the little girl with red hair, walking away into the gray irrecoverable mists of the overworld.

Now Andrew came and said, I am going to ride out and see that everything is well with the horses before the storm shuts down. Who wants to come with me, lads?

All the boys, except the tiny one in Ellemirs lap, raced out after him. They all called Andrew by the word which could mean Uncle, or foster-father, just as all of themincluding her own two daughterscalled Lady Callista by the intimate nickname meaning auntie, or foster-mother; but Lady Ellemir was simply Mama. Not only to her own and Ellemirs children but to every child on the estate of Armida.

One of the girls grabbed down her cloak and demanded to be taken too. Ellemir said deprecatingly Oh, Cassie but Andrew only laughed, picking up his younger daughter.

You shall come if you like, Cassilde nha Callista, he said, setting her on his shoulder, and Callista explained, with a laugh, She is Ferrikas favorite, and Ferrika always said she had the making of a Renunciate! Andrew, you should not call her that, she might take it seriously!

Why not? Damon asked, We shall need rebels some day, but Ellemir shivered. She said in a low voice, Dont, Damon. Time enough for that and Damon patted Ellemirs shoulder and stood close to her for a moment. It seemed to Magda that she could hear the curious rustle of the dark robes and the far echo like the calling of crows, as if the fates were flying overhead. Then Andrew went out with his brood; Ellemir called a nurse and had the other children taken upstairs to the nursery suite, and Lady Callista came to sit by the fire between Magda and Jaelle, fingering her rryl. She said, Had I ever heard of the Renunciates, I think I might never have gone to Arilinn!

Damon laughed and said, They would not have accepted you in a Guild-house, Callie. I was in Council the year Lady Rohana stood before them and pledged herself for Jaelle, that she should be freed

Jaelle began dripping tears again, though she bent her head and tried to hide them, and her awareness of failure was painful to everyone in the circle around the fire. But Damon only said quietly, Well, you must take your own seat there until you choosewhat is it you say, in your own time and seasonto bear a daughter for the Domain of Aillard. And if you do not, no doubt the Hastur-kin will survive, as they have for centuries. But again Magda had the flickering vision of the little girl with red hair, running in a storm of autumn leaves behind the girl Ellemir had called Cassie. She did not understand it, but accepted.

Her laran, so recently wakened, was still not wholly under her control. She saw again the curious circle of womens faces under their dark hoods and the sound of the crows calling far away, and her mind slipped away.

We are not concerned with the good of the Comyn, nor yet of the Terrans, nor of the Renunciates; we must think in terms of centuries. So many of the Comyn are loyal only to their own caste, and most of the Towers have become only their instruments, where once they served all for the common good. That is why the Altons and the Forbidden Tower have become our instruments for the moment. They too shall suffer for the moment, although in the centuries they shall attain perfection and enlightenment.

Magda whispered, almost aloud, Who are you?

You may call us the Soul of Darkover. Or the Dark Sisterhood&

Magda, where are you? asked Jaelle, and the vision faded swiftly, even as Magda sought to hold on to the awareness, the last fading words, We are instruments of fate, even as you, sister&

Callista touched Jaelles hand. Magda had been among them long enough to know what a rare gesture of intimacy this was. She said, I was Keeper long enough to know how you feel, Jaelle. I did not share Ellemirs acceptance of the duty to bear children for the Domain

Duty? declared Ellemir with a touch of annoyance. Privilege! Anyone who would willingly refuse to have a child well, I can only imagine she must be mad, or I am very sorry for her!

Callista smiled affectionately at her twin. It was evidently an old argument between them. Well, I promised you that you might bring up all of mine, and I have kept that promise, she said, laughing. I am fond enough of my children, and of yours too, and some day I suppose I will resign myself to give Andrew the son he wants, though it seems unfair that I, who would be richly content if I never had a child, bear them so easily, while you, who would like to have a child in your arms every ten moonsno, dont deny it, Ellican have them only with so much trouble and suffering.

And loss& They all heard it, but none of them spoke it aloud. But Ellemir said quietly, The Alton blood is a precious heritage. I am proud to be the instrument of transmitting it.

Jaelle said ruefully, You sing the same song as Lady Rohana, and to the same tune. And yet you are a potential leronis, which must be very like being a Renunciatehaving something better to do than other women

I do not see how it can be better, Ellemir said, A racing mare, no doubt, is proud of winning all her races. Yet if she does not transmit that bloodline she might as well have stayed in her stable eating hay. We need the brood mare as well as the racing filly.

I will do my duty, said Jaelle quietly. I know, now, why I must. The women around the fire seemed very close; to Magda it was like the peace that sometimes came at the end of Training Session, when they had argued and cried and fought their way to peace. Callista, she sensed, had fought longer and harder battles than any Renunciate, yet she seemed even more serene.

And yet you are sworn to Jaelle, Margali, said Callista. Will it not trouble you if she turns from you to a mansince, as yet, there is no other way to bear a child, and Jaelle has promised this? Callista was rehearsing in her mind the Oath of the Amazons, wishing there had been some such way for her as a young woman, and at last it burst out of her.

Andrew and Damon are bound to one another, I think, by a stronger bond than to either of us. Men may swear such oaths. And yet for women, such an oath is always taken, it seems, as a thing for untried girls, and means only, I shall be bound to you only so long as it does not interfere with duty to husband and children. &

Jaelle turned and took Magdas hand. Memory flamed between them of the bond tested by the very edge of survival in the canyon; and of a night, during Jaelles convalescence, when they had turned to one another and each, taking her Amazon knife, had exchanged it with the other; the strongest bond known to women. Close as Rafaella was to Jaelle, and even though they had been lovers for a time, they had never exchanged knives in this way, and Magda knew it was a bond as close as marriage.

Only one bond is closer, said Ellemir, just audibly.

Callistas fingers began to stray over her rryl again, and she said at last, Can it be that a womans bond to a woman is not overturned by her commitments to others, just as her bond to a single child is not overturned when she bears another? I thought, when I bore Hilary, though I had not wanted her, that I loved her as I had never loved even Andrew, or you, Elli. And yet when Cassie was born, I loved her no less&

As I love Andrew no less because my bond with Damon is eternal and strong& Magda could hear Callistas thoughts, and Jaelle said softly Is it possiblethat women can love without needing to possess what they love? Every woman knows that one day her child will leave her. And for the first time without pain, she understood her mothers dying words, without guilt.

It was worth it all, Jaelle. You are free. With great pain, Jaelle had seen her own daughter leave her, and had known she would some day have courage to free her, again, to live her own life and bear her own risks.

Peterhe wanted to possess me and the child, said Jaelle, and Magda nodded, and Callista, her face still bent over the rryl, said, It was a long time before Andrew understood& and even now& and could say no more.

Ellemir said softly, But Damon is not like that. And for a moment all of the women in the circle knew who would father Jaelles child for the Aillard clan; because he would have no need to possess woman or child, but could leave them free to their own heritage and destiny.

The silence and the crackle of the fire and the soft, absent-minded sounds of Callistas hands on her harp were broken by Andrews laughter.

No, no! No more! I am not a chervine to carry you all on my back! Run to the kitchen and find some bread and honey, and let me talk to the grown-ups! Yes, Domenic, I promised that you and Felix should ride with me tomorrow unless the snow is too bad, and if it is, when it clears! And yes, Cassie, you may come too! Now, for the love of heaven, run along, all of you. I saw some apples in the kitchensgo and get them.

The children scattered and Andrew came back into the hall. He said something to Damon about the stock and pasture shelters for the snow, then joined the women at the fire.

Play for us, Callie, he said, and she began to sing an old ballad of the hills. Damon and Ellemir were sitting close together on the foot of Jaelles couch, and Magda felt a moment of deep strangeness. It was as if a door had slammed between herself and the life among the Amazons that she had loved and sworn to. The Terran life, too, was gone, and she felt cold and alienated. She was sworn to Jaelle, yet she could see that this bond held no promises of security, either. And though she knew the strength of the laran circle, she did not know if it would be enough.

Andrew leaned over, and put a friendly arm around her.

Its all right, he said, hugging her close with a brotherly smile, Listen, girl, do you think I dont know how youre feeling? Magdas Amazon spirit recoiled at that careless girl; I am a woman, she thought, not a girl, but then she knew it was only Andrews way; like Ellemir, he had the habit of protecting. Like herself, he would have made a good mother.

Are Andrew and I going to spend the next ten years trying to decide whose business it is to protect all the rest of us here in the Forbidden Tower? Magda wondered, and gasped at the knowledge of how much that implied.

Andrew said gently, But thats what the Forbidden Tower is all about, Magdalen. He alone chose to use her full name, without shortening it. There isnt one of us here who hasnt had to tear up our old lives like waste paper and start over again. Damons had to do it two or three times. It isnt safety, or security. But his arms tightened around her for a moment again, weve got each other. All of us.

And for a moment, again, Magdalen Lorne heard the faint far calling as of distant crowsor fates?and the rustle of wings.

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