JALAV 2: An Oath to Mida 
by Sharon Green 

CH 1. A meeting of enemies and the tears of Mida 
The fey was more than cool despite the brightness of the skies, yet I would not allow the 
discomfort of it to touch me. My warriors and I wore naught save the clan covering of the 
Hosta about our hips, each of us standing within small, silent sets not far from the platforms 
which had been set upon the grass within sight of the entrance of the immense dwelling of 
Galiose. The High Seat of Ranistard had declared a feast that fey for those who would soon 
arrive in the city, yet my warriors and I planned a greeting of another sort. I sat cross-legged 
upon the grass, watching the slaves both male and female prepare the provender for the 
feast, and Gimin and Fayan came to sit beside me. 
"All are prepared, Jalav," said Fayan, her brown eyes arove among my warriors. Then a small 
laugh escaped her, and she tossed her heavy, golden hair. "The males insisted to all Hosta 
that they be present at the feast for the Silla. Soon shall such demands be regretted by 
them." 
"Males must ever be demanding actions of warriors," I murmured, my eyes, too, unable to 
rest. "The damned Silla shall be welcomed as Hosta are ever wont to welcome blood 
enemies, and I regret only the loss of our weapons. Yet shall we make do without. How goes 
the time for your slave, Fayan?" 
Fayan's eyes came to me, and laughter was there in them as well as in her voice. "The slave 
Nidisar finds his lot a hard one." She grinned, her hand going to her life sign where it hung 
upon its leather about her neck. "I have had him secured in the room of feeding in his own 
dwelling and there have I used him each time desire has come to me." She paused to laugh 
again, with true pleasure. "Truly has he been repaid for his actions with me, and great anger 
is ever upon him-most especially when he must swallow his slave gruel, or have it forced 
upon him by Galiose's males. My enjoyment of him is great, and I shall not see him released 
till my revenge is complete." 
"I do not envy you your enjoyment," said Gimin sourly as she lay upon her side by us. Her 
hair, as black as mine, fell about the arm she leaned upon, and her gray eyes watched the 
grass. "The male will not forget your treatment of him," said she, "and if ever you release him, 
you may be sure he shall see to his own revenge. I do not care for the revenge of males." 
Fayan and I exchanged a glance, for easily might it be seen that Gimin yet felt the 
punishment given her by the male who had claimed her. The Hosta, once free, had all been 
taken captive by the males of Ranistard, and now were we expected to tend to the males and 
obey them, and serve them in their pleasure. Gimin had joined Fayan, Larid, Binat and myself 
when we had escaped from Ranistard to seek the third Crystal of Mida, yet had we been 
recaptured by the males, the Crystal taken from us, and we, ourselves, returned to Ranistard. 
Much angered had Gimin's male been at her attempt to regain freedom, and much leather 
had he used upon her in punishment. After having given her humiliation and pain, he had 
used her as though she were slave and unable to deny him, saying he would teach her 
clearly what her actions had brought upon her. Gimin continued to ache from his anger, yet 
she had joined us as we grouped against the coming of the Silla, for true Hosta warrior was 
she. The pain given by males was not to be considered against the duty a Hosta owed to her 
clan. 
Fayan was no longer amused, and she, too, stretched out upon the grass in thought, her 
unbound hair amove about her. Once before had she angered Nidisar, and the male had not 
been gentle with her. That was doubtless now in her thoughts, although the time was past 
when the predicament might be avoided. Galiose had given Fayan the gift of Nidisar as a 
slave, for Fayan had demanded such in exchange for her assistance in using the device of 
the gods. That the use had not brought the males the results they had desired made little 
difference, for the gift had not been disclaimed by Galiose. The High Seat Galiose was at 
times capable of a certain honor, and Fayan had retained her gift. 
I shifted in the grass and raised my eyes to the blue of the skies with a sigh. Such great 
difficulty had the Crystals of Mida caused, pain and death the like of which only full battle 
might produce yet had it all gone seemingly for naught. The males had not spoken with the 
gods as they had hoped, and were greatly distressed. We had been told that we were lost kin 
to those who spoke from the depth of the golden air about the device, and that soon would 
come others to take from us our ignorance and lack of knowledge, to be replaced with the 
great benefits of those who are truly civilized. Deep shock had been felt by the males, caused 
in great part by the knowledge that those who came to teach the ignorant were female, and 
the past two feyd had been spent by them in almost constant discussion, seeking a means by 


which those who were to come might be returned from whence they came. Fayan and I, who 
had been present when the threatened invasion had been spoken to us, had yet, 
nonetheless, been barred from the discussions of the males, first having been cautioned to 
speak no word to others of what had occurred. Most annoyed had Fayan and I been; 
however, we had other matters of import to discuss between ourselves. We had withdrawn to 
the dwelling which had once been Nidisar's, and there had we drunk renth and spent many 
hind in an attempt to make sense of what had occurred. 
We, who were Hosta of the Midanna, followed the teachings of Mida, and Mida, too, had 
been spoken of by her whose voice came from the golden air. The female had denied the 
divinity of Mida, saying Mida was naught save a joining of theirs, yet was such not to be 
believed. I, myself, had been spoken to by Mida in dreams, and had often seen things that 
only occurred by the will of Mida. Fayan and I agreed that the female who had spoken did not 
know the true nature of Mida, and then we discussed how to halt the strangers when they 
came. The Midanna would require little urging to ride forth upon their gandod, bravely draped 
in their clan colors, each warrior eager for battle, yet would it be necessary for word to reach 
them of our need. Although the males would surely lose if they engaged the Strangers in 
battle, the Hosta were kept close behind the walls of Ranistard, not being allowed to return to 
our lands beyond the Dennin river. Once we had escaped the walls to ride in search of the 
third Crystal, but our escape had been known to and approved of by the males, who had 
wished that we fetch the Crystal for their use. Not again would escape prove as effortless as 
it had been then, and the Hosta would need a greater effort to ride free once more. 
The cramps came again to my middle as they had done so often in the past two feyd, 
therefore I lay back in the grass, one hand upon the pain, till the aching would cease. The 
pain brought Ceralt to mind, and deep anger filled me at thought of the male. Much pain had 
Ceralt brought unknowingly to me, yet this pain that now was mine came from his desire to 
see me with child. That a war leader of the Midanna, such as I, was forbidden to have life 
within her meant naught to the male, for he had claimed me as his own, to do with me as he 
pleased. Many strange feelings had I had for the light-eyed, dark-skinned hunter, and by 
cause of these feelings had he been able to send me seeking the third Crystal, thinking I rode 
to aid him in dire need, when in truth he and the other males had merely followed the track 
my warriors and I left, and then took the Crystal from us when we had secured it. Many times 
had I been betrayed by the hunter Ceralt, yet now he would see me further betrayed by 
placing his seed within me. The leaves of the dabla bush, which had kept me childless, were 
then in battle with a potion given me by Phanisar, a thing done by the aged male at the urging 
of Ceralt, and Phanisar had said that the potion would have bested the dabla leaves in a 
matter of feyd. Quite pleased had Ceralt been with his actions, yet had I been able to locate 
dabla bushes within Ranistard, and had, each fey since the potion was given me, chewed the 
leaves to increase its strength against the potion. The taste of the leaves was not unpleasant, 
yet even were they foul enough to curl the tongue, still I would have chewed them with a will. 
Not again would the hunter Ceralt have opportunity to betray me. 
"Jalav, I have had a thought," said Gimin from where she lay. "The High Seat will not be 
pleased by the manner in which we greet the Silla. Think you his anger shall reach out to the 
war leader alone, as once before? That would be an unfair burden upon you." 
A sudden breeze blew my hair about my thighs, and I brushed it back before shrugging. 
"There is no knowing, Gimin," said I, "yet have I little care for the anger of males. Should they 
so dislike the doings of Hosta, they may release us and have done with it for all time. Hosta 
have ever been free, and I, for one, will retain my freedom even in captivity." 
"It is difficult for one to be free beneath the lash," said Fayan, sitting straight once more so 
that she might look down upon me. "Thus far has Ceralt kept you from it, yet the patience of 
Galiose runs thin in these times. The Hosta have given over darkness roving so that they 
might prepare themselves for the Silla, yet our attack may well bring the lashing Galiose 
promised in revenge for the roving. Think you Ceralt shall once again find himself able to 
dissuade the High Seat from his purpose?" 
"Do not speak of that male to me!" I spat, raising myself, too, from the grass. "Should the 
hunter Ceralt be taken by Mida before my eyes, I would do naught save laugh! The battle will 
soon be upon us, Hosta! Have you no means by which to prepare for it save by chatter about 
males?" 
My warriors appeared shame-faced and subdued before the anger of their war leader, though 
Fayan looked at me strangely. Fayan had found revenge for what had been done to her by 
Nidisar, and I was unable to revenge myself upon Ceralt in a like manner. The male had used 
the darknesses of the past two feyd to fill me well with his seed, and had refused to hear why 
I wished to remain as I was. Jalav will no longer be war leader to the Hosta, he had said, 


therefore might Jalav now be given a child to bear. The first of many, he had said, and then 
had he forced his way within me, using the accursed strength of males to overcome my 
denial. Deep pleasure had I found in the past through the touch of Ceralt, yet little pleasure 
had been granted me of late. No word would I again address to Ceralt, though he as yet was 
unaware of that. Much concerned had he been with the discussions in the dwelling of 
Galiose, and had returned to his own dwelling only for sleep and the use of Jalav. 
"The nilno seem nearly done," said Gimin, her eyes upon the hand of nilno aroast upon the 
fire beyond the platforms of provender. "Surely the time will not be long before the Silla are 
brought. Think you they have chosen a war leader to stand for Zolin, Jalav?" 
"Undoubtedly Zolin left one to direct matters in her absence," said I, again smoothing down 
my hair. "Though the Silla know not yet that Zolin has been bested, they shall still be led by a 
war leader. Would that her blood, too, might cover my sword as Zolin's did upon that fey long 
past." 
My warriors made no answer to my words, for no sword had any of us to wield. The males of 
Ranistard had taken all from us, as they would have taken all from the Silla before 
approaching the city with them. In truth, I felt less loathing toward the Silla than for Ceralt, 
since the Silla had not betrayed me as Ceralt had. My freedom and pride had Ceralt taken, 
my will and desires ignored by him, and then had he caused me to feel such things that a 
warrior was not meant to feel. Having nearly destroyed me as a warrior, he had then betrayed 
those feelings he had caused within me, giving me shame for ever having felt them. Once 
had I delighted in the feel of the male's arms about me, once had his lips been the sweetest 
of touches, once had I longed for the gentleness of his presence. Not again would desire for 
those things come to me. 
The sound of a kan's hooves upon the broad way caused my warriors to turn, and they and I 
beheld the hasty arrival of a male in the leather and metal of Galiose. The male drew rein 
before the large, pink-stone dwelling of the High Seat, then jumped from his mount and 
climbed the steps rapidly, to disappear within the entrance to the dwelling. The large grin 
upon his face spoke of the arrival of the Silla, for the males of Ranistard were sorely in need 
of females to tend them. Few females had there been left by cause of the doings of the traitor 
Vistren, therefore had the males decided to replace the lost with captured Hosta and Silla. 
The Silla, through dealing with Vistren, had hoped for the trade of their Crystal for many male 
slaves to serve them. With the death of Vistren had gone their hopes, and soon would they 
be urged with leather to tend to the needs of males they had wished for slaves. No less had 
the Silla earned by their actions; yet the Hosta had not done as they. The Hosta had 
displeased Mida with their failure to recover her Crystals, therefore were the Hosta held as 
well. Perhaps the coming battle might in some measure ease the wrath of Mida, so that her 
Hosta might be forgiven their failure. Could I but raise the host of Midanna from beyond the 
Dennin to face the coming strangers, surely would I also find a means to return the Crystals 
to their rightful place. The Hosta would then be free to return to their own lands, where naught 
of males might touch their lives with pain. 
An ache again ran through my middle, and I wrapped my arms about myself and willed the 
pain to be gone, for soon I would need all my strength. No sound did I make against the pain, 
yet Fayan saw and frowned. 
"Jalav, I fear the pain comes more often to you than previous," she said, her hand upon my 
shoulder. "Perhaps it is unwise to continue with the dabla leaves in the presence of the 
potion. Can naught of council be gotten from Phanisar upon the matter?" 
I forced a breath of air through my lungs, and then looked upon Fayan bleakly. "Phanisar is 
male, and moves in the cause of another male," I rasped. "As the warrior Fayan should know. 
Perhaps the warrior Fayan becomes too concerned with males and their aid. Has she yet 
decided upon a time when her war leader may have use of her slave, as was previously 
promised?" 
Fayan's hand left my shoulder, and her gold-maned head rose high. "The war leader may 
have use of Nidisar whenever she chooses," she answered, her dark eyes unblinkingly upon 
me. "Yet do I feel that Jalav seeks not to punish Nidisar for his treatment of her while she lay 
chained as a slave, but seeks instead to cause hurt to another. Has he touched you so 
deeply, Jalav, that you are no longer able to speak as one sister should to another?" 
Fayan did naught to betray her hurt, yet was I able to see its presence in her eyes. Of all my 
warriors had Fayan been the truest, and no cause had there been for me to speak to her as I 
had. My head lowered in silence, and one hand left the ache in my middle to cover my eyes, 
so that I might not look upon the shame I had brought to myself. Again her hand came to my 
shoulder, and her words were soft and concerned. 
"Jalav, I do not care to see you so," she said, though I looked not upon her. "I feel certain the 


potion has done you an illness which was not meant to be. Speak with Phanisar and question 
him upon the matter." 
"I cannot," I whispered, shaking my head. "Should he learn that I have again chewed dabla 
leaves, the other, too, would know. The pain shall soon pass and leave me free once more." 
A short silence was there, and then Fayan grasped my shoulders. "Jalav, can you not even 
speak his name?" she demanded. "What has he done that burns so within you? Many times 
has Ceralt kept you from the wrath of the High Seat, to his own jeopardy! That he cares for 
you may easily be seen by . . . . " 
"He has betrayed me!" I snarled, disallowing the balance of her words as I brushed her hands 
from me. "The male uses me in all things, forever an item of trade! The pain-!" My words, too, 
ended abruptly, for no wish had I to discuss my pain. I looked again upon Fayan, and then 
rose to my feet. "Soon shall the Silla be among us, sister. Let us make ready." 
Fayan sat saddened, Gimin silent by her side, and then they both regained their feet as 
sounds came to us from the beginning of the broad way which ran past the dwelling of 
Galiose. Chill was the air, and chill, too, was the grass beneath my feet, yet all matched the 
chill within me as my hair blew about my thighs. Completely unbound was the hair of my 
warriors, for I had disallowed the placing of war leather upon it. Many of the males knew the 
use of war leather, and foolish, indeed, would it be to give warning of our intent. The Silla 
would be well aware of where they had been taken, for the drug used for their capture would 
no longer be with them, and sight of waiting Hosta would be warning enough. 
Many males began to drift within sight of us, each looking back toward the body of the city 
and the sounds of joy and greeting coming faintly therefrom. The dwellings were hung with 
many-colored silks as they had been hung about for the fetching of the Hosta, yet no more 
than two colors would find preeminence that fey. The green of the Hosta and the red of the 
Silla would merge in battle, one to prove triumphant above the other. Mida willing, the grass 
of Hosta would prevail as ever it did when Hosta and Silla met. 
The sounds of male voices raised in triumph reached us more clearly, and then appeared the 
first of the males, a Silla held bound before him. The Silla twisted about, attempting escape 
from the male who held her and the leather which bound her wrists, yet were her efforts to no 
avail. Nearer to the dwelling of the High Seat was she brought, others behind her, and the red 
of their clan colors reached to my warriors and caused them to stir. No more than a stir did 
my Hosta allow themselves, no more than a stir would the males perceive. Later, with the 
Silla unbound, would they perceive further. 
Not long was it before the Silla were brought to the platforms of provender, their eyes no 
longer looking about. They gazed upon the waiting Hosta, knowing full well of the battle soon 
to be brought to them, not one of their greater than twenty hands in number doubting such. 
We, too, numbered greater than twenty hands, therefore would the battle be of much 
pleasure, although no weapons were at hand. The males dismounted, reached the Silla down 
to stand beside them, and then Galiose approached from his dwelling, the males who had 
been in council with him moving in his wake. Large and broad was Galiose and dark of hair 
and eye, his well-made body clad in a short blue covering of city males, with blue leather and 
metal covering of protection above that. His feet, like those of the other males, were encased 
in leather, which was bound up his legs, showing he cared naught for the touching of Mida's 
sweet ground by his own flesh. Those of the cities have no souls, and by their each and every 
action do they proclaim it. My hand went to my life sign, that of the hadat, the guardian of my 
soul, and there it rested as Galiose and his males drew nearer. Behind was Ceralt, and the 
large, dark hunter moved his light eyes about, searching for the presence of Jalav. Jalav had 
been bidden to attend the feast, and as Ceralt's eyes touched me, a small smile of 
satisfaction appeared. Jalav had obeyed Ceralt, so he thought, yet never would Jalav obey 
Ceralt. Beside Ceralt, Telion walked, and the great, red-gold-haired male warrior also 
seemed pleased. Telion, as Ceralt, cared little for disobedience, and therefore had Larid, my 
warrior whom Telion had made his own, been refused permission for attendance. Larid, who 
was with child, had not been deemed strengthened enough from her illness to bear the 
exertions of a feast time, yet had it been my word that had kept Larid within Telion's dwelling. 
Indeed had my warrior not the strength for battle, and this had I proclaimed above her 
protests. A true Hosta warrior, Larid had wished to join her sisters against the Silla, yet had 
she obeyed the word of her war leader, as do all Hosta. 
Many murmurings were there from the males all about, and then Galiose paused before the 
gathering to hold his arms high. Much pleased was the High Seat with the look of Silla, and 
slowly did his eyes move among them as a silence covered the waiting throng. When full 
silence had fallen, Galiose raised his voice. 
"We, the men of Ranistard, welcome the Silla wenches to our city," he shouted, his deep 


voice carrying to all. "The Silla have been found pleasing to men, therefore have they been 
taken by men as mates. No longer shall the Silla find need to do battle, for we shall now 
stand their protection. We open our city to you as we have already opened it to the Hosta, 
and you may explore as you please, so long as you remain a distance of two streets from 
gate or wall. I feel sure the Hosta will inform you of the penalties for being found nearer, for 
the Hosta have already incurred those penalties." He paused briefly to grin about himself, and 
the listening males chuckled in rueful remembrance. Again the Hosta stirred, also in 
remembrance, yet naught was said. "Now, wenches," Galiose continued, "you may join us at 
the feast prepared for you. Ranistard welcomes her newest citizens in such a manner." 
The males beside the Silla began to unbind them, and other males began to approach the 
platforms tended by slaves. As previously instructed, each of my warriors watched her war 
leader closely, and then began her approach as I did. The Silla twisted about, desperate to be 
released before the arrival of Hosta. No battle would there be with bound Silla, and as the 
leather fell from them and they turned to face us, I gave the signal for attack. Hosta battle cry 
merged with Silla as males were shouldered from our path, and then were our two groups 
met, nails and teeth and stones doing that which should have been done by sharpened metal. 
Shouts were there about us, and cries of victory and defeat, and she who had closed with me 
found a scream in her throat for the pain which my teeth brought to her. Her hair, a pale gold 
of a length like mine, merged with mine in the struggle of battle and the breeze which had 
grown to wind. Naught save a single silver ring in her ear did this warrior wear, showing that 
she had attained full warrior status in battle, but I wore the second ring as well in my left ear, 
showing my attainment of war leadership. In true battle, each war leader sought out the other 
so that skill might match with skill; now, though, that was impossible. The true Silla war leader 
lay dead by my sword, and no other yet have been chosen for the second ring. I faced only a 
simple warrior but was not reluctant. 
A chaos and cacophony surrounded the area, the blood lust rose high within me, yet no time 
was there to dedicate my enemy's blood to Mida, nor to partake of it. Blood flowed freely from 
the Silla's shoulder when I was pulled from her by the hands of males, and each of us was 
held well out of reach as other warriors were separated. My left arm bore the marks of her 
painful reprisal, yet I had no feeling for the touch of pain. High was my pleasure at having 
closed with Silla trash, and deep was the snarling coming from the Silla as a male attempted 
to examine her shoulder. All about were warriors held from what they had been about, and 
high was the anger of the males, yet was their anger as naught when compared to that of 
Galiose. The large male roared about himself, ordering the separating of warriors, and Telion 
and Ceralt each held a struggling Silla, attempting to keep them from the Hosta who 
struggled toward them, held by yet other males. Galiose, in his anger, did not await the 
silence as he had before, but strode toward where I stood, held in the grip of males, and then 
took my hair in his fist and shook my head by it. 
"So!" he hissed, his blazing eyes not far from mine. "The Hosta war leader would turn my city 
to a battleground, spitting upon my words of welcome to these others! Never before have I 
seen wenches act so, and never again shall I see its like! This time shall Jalav feel the lash of 
punishment!" 
"No!" shouted Ceralt from where he stood, and quickly did he pass the Silla he held to 
another male so that he might stride to where Galiose glowered, my hair held in his fist. 
"Galiose, do not have her lashed!" he insisted, his light eyes disturbed beneath dark brows. "I 
shall punish her for this affair, you have my word!" 
"As she was punished by you upon previous occasions?" Galiose demanded, his anger not 
lessened. "Look about yourself, man, and see how effective your punishments have proven 
to be! She has not obeyed you, nor shall she! The lash, I will wager, she shall obey! In any 
event, we shall soon see the testing of the matter." His eyes left Ceralt to come to the males 
who held me, and he ordered, "Escort the wench to the holding cells in my Palace, and have 
the guards see to her locking away." 
"Galiose, I will not permit it," Ceralt growled low, his hand upon the High Seat's arm. His light 
eyes, so startling in the dark of his face, had become hard and cold as they never before had 
been. Galiose's fist left my hair, and he turned completely to Ceralt. 
"Hunter, you presume too far upon my patience," said he, his voice as hard as Ceralt's gaze. 
"The wench shall be lashed for her disobedience, and no further shall be spoken upon the 
matter." 
Then Galiose walked from Ceralt, his bearing stiff, his head held high. A brief, glaring flash of 
anger was sent to me by Ceralt, then he followed the High Seat, his wide shoulders set in 
determination, yet no farther was I able to see, for the males who held me propelled me 
toward the dwelling of Galiose. Through the sets of Hosta and Silla and Ranistard males was 


I taken, across the way lined with stones, and up the steps of smooth, pink stone, and within. 
The fingers of the males went deep into my arms as their anger hastened their pace, and 
roughly was I taken between them up the flights of steps within the dwelling. No time was 
there to fully see the blue cloth upon the floor before the entrance, no time was there to frown 
at the silks upon the walls, no time was there to observe the startlement upon the features of 
males and city slave-women who stood about in uncertainty, astare at the males and the 
Hosta held between them. To the first landing above was I hastened, a landing of many 
rooms for taking repose, to the second landing, a place of polished wood on walls, rooms with 
strange, unwholesome smells, and the like, to the third landing, a place of no floor coverings, 
bare stone walls, and rooms doored only with lines of metal. It was there I had once before 
been placed, and it was there I was placed again, the lined metal being closed firmly upon me 
once the males had thrust me within a room's confines. I stood straight with head held high 
as the males glared upon me, then when they had withdrawn, I walked to a wall of gray stone 
and sat myself before it. 
Truly great was the anger of Galiose, yet I cared naught for the male and his anger. Twice 
before had I felt the touch of a lash, and still did memory of the flaming touch hold sway within 
me, yet was Jalav war leader of the Hosta. To no male would she show pain, to no male 
would she give obedience, for Midanna were warriors, not slave-women of the cities. Galiose 
would use his lash, and then would Jalav feign great fear and assure the male of future 
obedience. When once the male's back turned, Jalav would be gone, over the wall and to the 
south, to fetch the waiting clans of Midanna. Upon my return would Galiose learn the extent 
of my obedience, and should he live through the ensuing battle, great pleasure would I take in 
naming him sthuvad for my warriors' enjoyment. A use tent would be his dwelling for many 
feyd, and should he also survive his use, he would then be given to the Harra, sister clan of 
the Hosta, who hold slaves as the Hosta did not. Ceralt, too, would join Galiose in bondage, 
and never again would I lay eyes upon the accursed male. The pain came again to my 
middle, allowing in its distraction a memory of dark, unruly hair above light eyes, yet I thrust 
the memory from me, placing my shoulder to the gray stone of the wall as I bent to the ache 
in my middle. No further pain would Jalav be given, had said Ceralt, and Jalav, a fool truly 
made, had believed. Not again would Jalav heed a male's false words. 
Some few hind passed in the waiting, and I did naught save sit by the stone. A cloth-covered 
platform was there within the enclosure, of a sort called "bed" by those of the cities, yet would 
I have naught to do with such. Sleep is properly taken upon sleeping leather or bare ground, 
a thing unknown to those of the cities, yet were Hosta not of the cities. The enclosure 
contained no window, therefore I didn't know what had befallen my warriors, and that 
disturbed me somewhat. I had given them no word of my intentions, for surely most would 
have attempted to join me beneath the lash to promote their own escape, and I had no wish 
to see such. Escape would be brought to them through the pain of their war leader, and their 
pain was unnecessary to ask. None other had felt the touch of a lash and, Mida willing, none 
would need to do so. 
Then came the sound of male footsteps, heavy upon the bare stone of the floor, and to the 
lined metal of the enclosure came Telion, his broad face angered, his eyes disturbed. He 
stood by the metal a moment to study me, then shook his great, red-gold-maned head. 
"Never before have I seen so foolish a child," he growled, looking at me. "Have you any idea 
of the pass matters have been brought to, girl? Know you the trouble you have caused?" 
"Telion may save his words for another," said I, turning my head from him. "Jalav finds no 
interest in the babblings of a male. " 
"The babblings of a male!" Telion echoed with outrage, his large hands grasping the metal. 
"Truly meet would it be for a child such as Jalav to receive a sound hiding at the hands of this 
male! And so it would go, had Jalav not worse to come to her! Will you never find the good 
sense to avoid the lash?" 
"All is as Mida wished," I informed him, seeing him only from the corners of my eyes. "Should 
Mida wish it so, the lash shall be avoided." 
Telion made a sound of disgust, and then removed his hands from the metal. "Your Mida 
sleeps soundly and does not hear your call, wench," said he, once more coldly angry. "The 
lash awaits you now, and shall not be avoided. Galiose has had your wenches bound in 
leather, till they have witnessed your punishment. Ceralt gave challenge to the High Seat for 
possession of your overly desirable body, and for that was seized by the High Seat's guard. 
Galiose, in unexpected generosity, merely had him beaten somewhat before expelling him 
from the city in exile. Once you are lashed, you shall be given to anther whom Galiose shall 
choose." 
"To no male shall Jalav be given!" I snarled, rising to my feet. "Jalav is no city slave-woman, 


to be given away at the whim of Galiose!" 
"Jalav is female!" Telion shouted, lost again to his anger. "A black-haired, black-eyed female 
child too lovely to long go unclaimed by a man!" With no further words, he removed the metal 
from before the door, and then took my arm to lead me forth. Silently we passed the males in 
leather and metal, and the eyes of those males found pleasure in the appearance of Jalav, 
yet the looks held more than mere pleasure and desire. Jalav was to be given to a male for 
his use, and the eyes of the males imagined themselves as he to whom she was to be given. 
These males knew not the true meaning of taking a Hosta war leader, and I held my head 
high to scorn their foolishness. Let the chosen male of Galiose beware, for I would have none 
of him. 
Beside Telion did I stride, allowing my fury full rein, and therefore was I able to think of Ceralt 
not at all. 
Again were there large numbers gathered before the dwelling of Galiose, yet had the fey 
grown clouded, Mida's light grayed cold as it reached us. A murmur arose when Telion led 
me forth from the entrance, and many were the Midanna and males astare below the height 
of the steps. Silla stood in great satisfaction, Hosta stood angrily bound in leather, males 
stood covered with grim approval, all eyes upon Jalav as her hair blew in the chill wind. 
Galiose and a hand of males stood to the left of the entrance, where a contrivance of wood 
had been erected, and to this contrivance Telion took me. The dark eyes of Galiose fell upon 
me as I approached. 
"Pleased am I to see the matter nearly done," said he to a male who stood beside him. "We 
have little need now for distractions such as these." Then his eyes went to Telion. "She has 
been told?" 
"Aye, Galiose," Telion nodded. "She has been told." 
"Good," Galiose approved, also with a nod, and then those eyes came to me again. "Ceralt 
dared my displeasure once too often," said he, "and now he finds himself without city and 
without wench. You shall go to him whom I deem most suitable, for I shall have no further 
disobedience from you." 
I folded my arms beneath my life sign, and returned Galiose look for look. "Jalav shall go to 
no male," I said. "Galiose shall one fey find himself sthuvad to Hosta warriors, and then shall 
he learn the foolishness of his actions. Jalav shall never be his to give." 
Galiose looked amused. "Jalav is mine to give on the moment," he snorted. "Once the 
punishment is done, I shall make my decision. Take her to the frame, Telion, before the 
clouds empty upon us." 
"How many is she to be given?" asked Telion, making no move to obey. 
"The wench has earned twenty-five strokes," said Galiose in his deep voice. "She will receive 
what she earned. Take her to the frame." 
"Relinor, take her to the frame," said Telion. The male beside him nodded in obedience and 
grasped my arm, and then was I led to the contrivance of wood. Upon a base of heavy timber 
stood two high poles, one to each side of the base, yet were they forced to bend toward each 
other, so that they might be joined at their meeting place with heavy leather. Upon each of the 
poles had cuffs been placed, one to each pole, and no further adornments. The male Relinor 
pulled me to the base of the contrivance and upon it, then he saw to the fastening of my 
wrists within the cuffs. 
As in Bellinard, where first I had learned the touch of a lash, I found myself unable to stand 
flat when cuffed. Surely those to be lashed were meant to have attained a greater height than 
I, though there were few Midanna who had my size. Perhaps it was males who were meant 
for the cuffs, yet had I, for the third time, come to such a pass. Little time had I to note the 
smoothness of the wood beneath my toes, as though many feet had stood there before mine; 
Relinor captured my flying hair and brought it forward across my shoulders so that it might be 
knotted below my chin and give the lash no interference, then he stepped away from me. 
Already did my arms twinge from the strain of the cuffs, and the ice fingers in the wind 
reached to me and touched my blood to freezing, and then was I touched in another manner. 
A gasp was forced from my throat as the lash set my back afire, and my hands clawed at the 
poles to which they were fastened as I rose yet higher on my toes to escape the flames. 
Worse, far worse, was the actuality than the memory, and I writhed in silent agony as a voice 
proclaimed, "One." A sound arose from the watching throng, a sound which rose about in 
waves, lapping with growls and shouts and peals of laughter. Amid the noise the word "two" 
was lost, yet the stroke itself remained. A second trail of fire marked me, setting down in my 
flesh a guide way for agony to follow to my soul. Well marked did the trail become, and soon 
was the ache in my middle a mere nothing, easily overlooked and forgotten in the face of its 
larger kin of the lash. No sound did I allow to escape my lips, yet my body writhed and sought 


a means of relief, relief which would not soon appear. Surely did I wish to cry out when no 
more than "eleven" was to be heard, yet I clung to the memory of being a warrior, and did no 
more than cry to Mida in my soul. The skies lit to sudden brilliance, blasting the ears with 
screaming sound, and then the tears of Mida struck together with "twelve," a blessing and 
damning at once admixed. 
In some manner the remaining count advanced itself even in the face of Mida's fury, all 
sounds from the throng lost to hearing as the rage of Mida roared about and upon those 
below her skies. The lashing done, still was I pelted by the rain and wind, and when at last I 
was permitted to crumple to the base of the contrivance, through merging sheets of rain and 
pain I saw that none had moved from their place. Nearly awash were Midanna and males, yet 
they stood braced against the winds, making no sounds, their eyes upon a Jalav who could 
no longer stand erect. The male Relinor reached toward me where I lay upon the smooth 
base of wood, my cheek bruised by too rapid a fall, yet was he halted by Galiose, who slowly 
approached and knelt beside me. The tears of Mida covered his expressionless visage, and 
so, too, did they soak within his long, bound hair and blue covering. A moment he gazed 
upon me, a large guardsman with bloodied lash silent behind him, and then his arms reached 
toward me, to take me from the wood. Surely had I felt the touch, I would have been shamed 
by voicing my pain, yet Mida spared me such. Quickly, softly, before the male, Mida touched 
me with darkness. 

CH 2. A male to be given to-and an encounter in the woods 
Returning to the light and pain was not pleasant. Mere breathing restored the agony, and my 
fingers grasped the cloth beneath them in desperate reflex, wishing the darkness to return. 
No darkness came, therefore I attempted to move myself on what I lay, to perhaps ease the 
pain in such a manner. A grunt accompanied my effort, and immediately was a hand placed 
upon my head. 
"Lie still!" came the sharp voice of Phanisar, a surprising amount of unsteadiness to it. "You 
are conscious too quickly, wench. It would have been a greater kindness had you remained 
insensible." 
My eyes opened slowly to the sight of blue cloth beneath me, and in a moment I saw that the 
cloth covered a platform called "bed." Once before had I seen such blue in such unvaried 
amounts, and clearly then did I know myself to be in the sleeping room of Galiose, though I 
knew not why. The silk beneath me was cool and smooth, still possessed of the faint odor of 
a male. My hair was no longer tied about my throat, but lay piled above my head upon the 
cloth of the platform. All these things was I aware of but partially, for the raging of my back 
denied other sensing. The hand of Phanisar removed itself from me, therefore did I turn my 
head to relieve the pressure upon my bruised left cheek, thereby bringing the males into view. 
Phanisar stood closest, tall and grayed in his lengthened green covering, the silver sign of an 
opened eye upon its chain about his neck. Sharply did his dark eyes touch me, strong 
disapproval upon his long, thin face, and beyond him stood Galiose, still adrip from Mida's 
tears. The High Seat also inspected his handiwork, for it has been truly said that should one 
wish a thing done, one must also find the will to look upon it. 
"Far too excessive," muttered Phanisar in his disapproval, his gaze unblinking. "Blessed One, 
the thing should not have been done. A wench is not a man." 
"Never was it meant to reach such a pass," said Galiose, also in disapproval. "The lashing 
was to have ended when she cried out begging it. The stubborn she-lenga refused to cry 
out." 
Galiose grew angry at this further disobedience of mine. I had not wept and begged release 
as I should have, therefore was the fault of the lashing mine. Unbidden, the laughter began in 
me, at first a chuckle, then rising and swelling to great gasps and roaring, covering me with 
amusement without humor. The pain in my back increased as the laughter gained in strength, 
yet was I unable to halt it. Phanisar came quickly close, as did Galiose, and achingly then did 
my head ring as Phanisar slapped my face. As quickly come was the laughter gone, and 
barely was I able to lean my head from the platform before my stomach emptied itself upon 
the blue floor cloth. Over and again did all heave from me, till at last it was done and I was 
able to lean back from the vile roundness below and close my eyes. No strength does the 
lash leave behind it, no more than a trembling in the limbs, a quivering in the soul. I lay still, 
wishing it were possible to halt the need to breathe for a time, and again a hand touched my 
hair. 
"I have sent for a salve," came Phanisar's voice, moving my hair away from my back. "Once 
applied, I shall also give you a potion for sleep." 
Again his potions. Had I been able, I would have thrown his hand from me. "I wish none of 


what males offer," I whispered, pained. "Keep what you have for use upon each other. I did 
not ask to come here. I do not wish your aid." 
Deep silence greeted my words, and from it came a dizziness to surround me so that I fairly 
fainted away. 
My wrists were bound with leather when I next opened my eyes. Still I lay face down upon the 
blue silk, yet had my wrists been bound, separately, to the metal of the platform. Never shall I 
find ease upon a platform, for the proper place for taking one's rest is upon sleeping leather, 
flat upon Mida's ground. No more than an ache was there left from the lashing, therefore did I 
attempt to free my wrists from the leather. 
"Lie still," came a voice, yet this time was it Galiose rather than Phanisar. Then came a creak, 
as of one rising from a seat, and heavy steps approached me. Galiose came to view upon my 
left, and no longer did he show the signs of Mida's tears, though the sound of them came 
clearly from beyond the window. Briefly he studied me, then folded his arms across his chest. 
"You must lie as you are for some time yet," said he, "for Phanisar would see the salve 
undisturbed. With his permission shall you be unbound." 
"I would be unbound now," said I, of a sudden aware that my hair was held well away from 
my back by some device. "I do not care to lie here so, nor do I wish my hair as it is." 
Annoyance flickered across his broad face, and he looked at me sharply. "You shall remain 
as you are till Phanisar wishes otherwise," said he, his voice nearly a growl. "How long have 
you been war leader for your wenches, girl?" 
"Nearly three kalod have passed since I slew her who was war leader before me," said I, 
wondering why he would know. "I do not wish to await Phanisar's pleasure, and would . . . " 
"You shall not be released!" he snapped, greater anger growing within him. "Too long have 
your word and your wishes been unopposed, and such bodes not well for a female. Men have 
little patience for willful wenches, and a female would be wise to recall the fact, should she 
wish to avoid punishment!" 
"I see little reason to associate with males other than with a sword," said I, my annoyance 
growing at his. "Does Galiose still refuse to meet Jalav so?" 
"Galiose regrets having met Jalav in any manner!" he shouted, fists on hips. "On the morrow 
shall you be given to Nolthis, a Captain of my Guard, who is foolish in no way save that he 
wishes the possession of a she-lenga! Then, the Serene Oneness willing, I shall be rid of 
you!" 
"Jalav shall not be given to a male!" I shouted in return, pulling at the leather. "Jalav and the 
Hosta shall ride free!" 
"Jalav goes to Nolthis," he repeated, his anger grown deep and cold. "Inala and I shall pass 
the darkness elsewhere, for I would not have her disturbed seeing you so. For some cause 
beyond reason, my woman has a fondness for you. My chamber is now yours." 
A final glare did he send before moving from the platform, and then came the sound of a door 
aswing, interrupting his footsteps. My fury at his words lasted till I recalled my earlier intent, 
then I groaned most feelingly. The lashing was to have been to a purpose, and now had my 
foolish tongue seen the purpose undone. Galiose would not take his eyes from me till his 
male had come, and as surely as Mida ruled her warriors would the High Seat then caution 
his male to do as he did. Ah, Mida! Is there no way for you to silence your warrior when 
silence would be best? Perhaps by use of a hand to mouth, as Ceralt had so often- The 
thought had not come by volition, and quickly did I banish it. No longer had I to think of that 
male, for he was truly gone. Telion had said so, and no call had Telion to lie. Ceralt was 
gone, and soon Jalav, too, must be gone. I heard the door swing, yet none entered, therefore 
did I know that Galiose had left one to see that his word was obeyed. I had thought upon the 
wisdom of chewing through the leather which bound me, yet now would the effort prove 
wasted. Mida's tears continued to strike the window in anger, yet was there naught save 
weariness within me. I rested my head upon the blue silk, and awaited what would come. 
Despite all things, the darkness passed most rapidly. Sleep would not stay from me, though I 
yet lay upon the platform, and no more than a single time did I waken to the ache in my 
middle. The pain passed quickly, and again sleep took me, allowing no time for thought. Then 
was there a hand at my hair, and my eyes opened to see the leather and metal of a male 
quite near. My hair fell free once more, and the male backed a step or two, the better to study 
me. Large was the male, of a size with Galiose who was also present, possessed of gold-
hued hair worn long and bound, green eyes astare at me where I lay bound upon the blue 
silk. Faintly did I recall the male, having seen him about the dwelling of Galiose, yet I knew 
him not. Heated indeed was the look he gave to me, yet I turned my face from him in 
complete disinterest. A chuckle came, and the faint creak of leather. 
"High spirited, as I knew," said a voice, presumably that of he of the gold-hued hair. "She 


shall be a source of amusement and delight. My thanks are boundless, Blessed One." 
"Do not be hasty with your thanks, Nolthis," came the voice of Galiose, dry and annoyed. 
"The wench is completely undisciplined, and stubborn beyond belief. May you have more 
success with her than Ceralt had." 
"I am not Ceralt," came the reply of the male Nolthis, with amusement. "May I take her now?" 
"Aye," replied Galiose. "She will be sore from the lashing for some time, yet there is little 
reason for her not to learn what manner of man she is now the possession of. Phanisar would 
not have her worked overmuch till her back has begun to heal." 
"I shall see to it," said Nolthis, and then were there hands by the leather at my wrists. The 
leather was removed from the metal, yet left upon me, and then was I pulled from the 
platform to my feet. There was some slight dizziness in such abrupt movement, as well as 
familiar pain, yet I gave sound to none of it. Straight did I stand before the grin of Nolthis, the 
leather to my wrists in his large hand, his eyes arove about me. Behind him, past the window, 
the tears of Mida continued to rage, yet was his laughter unaffected by it. 
"I have wished possession of this wench since first I saw her," said he to Galiose, his eyes 
unmoving from me. "See how her black eyes flash with hatred and challenge. Those long 
legs carry fire between them, those large, jutting breasts were made for a man's teeth, that 
face was meant to be tear-covered, begging a man's favor and mercy. So do I wish to see 
her, and so shall I see her become. It will not take long, Blessed One." 
Galiose made no answer, his broad face expressionless, his eyes seemingly lacking the 
pleasure he no doubt felt. The male Nolthis was his choice, willing to give that which Galiose 
would see me have, yet was Jalav no city slave woman. Jalav would be free of Nolthis, and 
gone from the Mida-forsaken city. No further did Nolthis speak, and with a bow for Galiose he 
pulled me from the room by my leather-bound wrists. Through the corridor to the steps was I 
taken, Nolthis' stride forcing haste upon me, and then down the steps to the lowest level of 
Galiose's dwelling. Upon this level, I knew, were the places of many males, the males of 
leather and metal bound to Galiose. To the left of the steps Nolthis went, and great was the 
amusement of those males we passed. With laughter they hailed Nolthis, remarking upon the 
sight of the wench hurrying in his wake, and to all he replied with a laugh that the wench 
hurried to her first proper bedding. The leather s knotted too tightly upon my wrists to allow 
me to free myself, and so was I taken by the male Nolthis to that place which was his. 
The room revealed by the swing of the door was not large, muddy reds and blues and greens 
and browns darkened still more by the lack of brightening light from the window. Here and 
there upon the floor cloth lay discarded coverings, weapons belts, strapped footgear, and the 
like, well-tended weapons alone covering the walls. Much did I wish even one of the weapons 
within my grasp, yet was such a wish idle. Quickly did Nolthis slide a bar of metal across the 
door to prevent its swing, and then I was pulled to his sleeping platform, where his foot 
cleared a space upon the thinning floor cloth. With various sized pots and soiled coverings 
aside, I was forced to my knees upon the floor cloth, and quickly were my wrists bound 
behind me. 
"We have some hind yet before I must report for duty," said this Nolthis with a grin, 
straightening from my wrists and beginning to remove his covering. "I shall not take the time 
and begin slowly with you, for too much time has already been wasted so. Within a matter of 
feyd shall you obey me completely, for I shall have little patience with you." 
I made no answer to the male, fighting the fury within me silently, so that I might find myself 
unbound the sooner. Instead, I attempted to regain my feet, but this was contrary to the will of 
the male. With his foot, he knocked me to my side upon the floor cloth, and then was he free 
of his covering. Broad and hard was his body, scarred with marks of battle, and eager indeed 
was his maleness for Jalav. Quickly was he upon the cloth beside me, and his muscled arms 
nearly brought a gasp from me as they circled my back. 
"Still feel the lashing, do you?" he chuckled, his hand going to my clan covering without 
removing it. "A good lashing it was, too, and well deserved. I shall have to procure a lash for 
my own use, should the need arise. Best you hope you never earn it, wench, for a lashing at 
my hand will not be as light as that which you received from the High Seat." 
His fingers moved below my clan covering, teasing my blood to stirring, yet I felt a quivering 
of another sort within me. Not again was I willing to face the lash, not again did I wish the 
agony of its touch, yet was I possessed by one who would joy in its use, one who was eager 
to see me writhe beneath it. Within my soul a wail began, and the face to whom the wail 
called was not that of Mida. 
"I have heard that you wenches made practice of capturing men and using them for your 
pleasure," said Nolthis, his hand leaving my body to slowly remove my clan covering. His 
green eyes looked close upon my face as he spoke, and my covering gone, his hand 


returned to my body. "I do not care for the sound of such," said he with a grin, "therefore shall 
I show you that your pleasure is no longer of consequence. You are not yet ready to receive a 
man, therefore shall the lesson be sharp." 
On the cloth was I forced flat upon my belly by him, and then were my hips raised. In such a 
manner was I first taken by him, his hands hard to my breasts, and naught save pain did he 
seek to bring to me. My body, unknowing, attempted to respond to his, yet was this not as he 
wished. No response but resistance did he seek, his strong fingers clamping tight to my 
nipples to force upon me the need to attempt escape. There was no escape from his driving 
maleness and determined hands, though in desperation I made the attempt, and much 
amused was the male by the actions he produced. 
"Good," he panted, moving upon me with strength. "Try your will against mine, wench, and 
learn that much sooner that my will shall prevail. Now shall you be shown another thing." 
His maleness left the place he had brought to heat, and then was I stabbed at in another 
place, a place no male had ever gone to before. In pain and shock I cried out against such 
use, yet he forced himself within me with laughter. No escape was there from such shaming 
and pain, no escape from his raucous laughter, no release from the burning need he had 
begun. The male found full release where he battered against me, not once but twice, yet no 
relief was I vouchsafed. When sated, he lay back upon the cloth by me, his fingers toying to 
increase the aching need he had brought, his chuckle filled with full satisfaction. 
"I knew the fire burned within you," said he, his other hand holding to my arm to keep me 
within reach of his fingers. Moaning was I in my need, yet no interest had the male in such. 
"The fire shall continue to burn, till I see fit to extinguish it," said he. "Come closer now, 
wench. I would sample the taste of you. " 
Easily did he pull me to him, so that his teeth and tongue might touch me. No breath had I left 
in the gasping he produced, and I could not resist the feelings he forced upon me. The 
moaning would not cease, and when he placed me upon him as he lay upon his back upon 
the cloth, I attempted to take his reawakened manhood with me, yet he prevented, such with 
great laughter. The hairy belly of him pressed to mine, he kept me from his maleness with his 
fists in my hair, disallowing more than the faint touch of its end against me. At first, he allowed 
me to believe I might attain my goal, watching as I, bound tight in his leather, writhed about 
upon him, yet had he no intention of allowing me to take him. When the strain grew too great 
upon him, again was I thrown to the cloth upon my belly, to be used as previous, in a manner 
which gave pleasure solely to him. At long last was his play done, and when once again he 
was within his coverings, I could not look upon him. Never had I felt such hate for another, 
never had I so wished to see a male's blood paddled at my feet, to be spat in and left for the 
children of the wild to relieve themselves in. I lay upon my right side upon the thinning cloth, 
knowing naught save pain, my knees pressed close to my chin, the male's laughter heavy in 
my ears. 
"Such will have to do us for now, my lellin," said he from where he stood, buckling on his 
swordbelt. "Later I shall return to continue with your lessons-and my own pleasure. Let us 
make certain that you shall not fly from my grasp." 
With such words he fetched further leather with which to bind my ankles, and then he placed 
a length of it about my throat, the other end of which was knotted to the metal of his sleeping 
platform. With a final pat was I left so, bound near to choking, to await his return. No slack 
was there in the leather, no edge was there to cut it upon, no strength had I to fight its 
confinement. No more was I able to do than listen to Mida's fury beyond the confines of the 
room, and ask how I had this time failed her. Truly must her anger with her warrior be great, 
to allow such a male as Nolthis to possess her. I prayed that the capture was no more than 
punishment, a matter to be endured till at last it was done. In no other manner would I allow 
myself to think of it, for I was Hosta, and Midanna. I closed my eyes more tightly and held fast 
to the memory that I was yet Midanna. 
Three further feyd did I pass with Nolthis, each worse than the last. The tears of Mida 
continued to fall, which brought him quickly to a foul humor. His hand lashed my face harshly 
when I refused to beg his favor, and little liking had he for my lack of speech to him. Much of 
the time was I unbound and loudly challenged to try my strength with him, although Mida 
taught me that my strength was not meant to match a male's. When I did not try him, he 
laughed aloud and threw me to the cloth, there to use me in the manner he most preferred. 
Once, I attempted to reach a weapon, a thing he had taunted me to try. I had no hope of 
reaching it, yet had the trying been necessary, for much did I wish to send the accursed male 
to Mida's chains. When caught, I was beaten with the swordbelt I had nearly had in my hand, 
a thing which brought such ill to my unhealed back, yet I cared not. As I still wore my life sign 
about my neck to guard my soul, the thought came that perhaps the male would succeed in 


ending my life, an action which would free me from his capture. No more than pain unending 
was there from his touch, and high grew my hatred of all things male. 
Dark had come upon the third fey when at last he left me, bound as always, with a parting 
kick. Much displeased was he that duty called him to the ways which ran with mud from rain 
without halt, and in his displeasure had he much shamed me. Though I gave him not the full 
satisfaction he craved, still was I continually shamed at his hands, treated as less than slave. 
Never had he used me upon his sleeping platform, saying comfort was not for the likes of me, 
yet there had he taken his rest as I lay bound in leather upon the cloth. No word did I dare to 
speak to him, for surely had I allowed myself free rein, again a lash would have touched me. 
Upon the third fey, I lay in near darkness with but one small candle left aglow, and gave 
thanks that the male would not return for some hind. Only then and when he slept was I free 
to do no more than breathe to my own urging. Upon that instance was breathing somewhat 
difficult, for again was the leather knotted tightly about my throat, yet was breathing so 
preferable to the presence of the male. No sound was there but that of the rain for a number 
of reckid, and then I heard the slow swing of the door. My eyes closed, thinking the male had 
returned to torment me further, yet was there naught save the sudden indrawing of breath, 
and a moment later was a gentle hand placed upon my shoulder. 
"Jalav!" came a voice I knew even in a whisper. "What has been done to you?" 
My head turned and my eyes opened to the face of Inala, she who had once been slave in 
Ceralt's dwelling, she who was now chosen woman of the High Seat-and free. Small was 
Inala, as are all city slave-women, and possessed of dark hair and eyes, yet large were her 
eyes as she looked upon me, and filled with horror. 
"Jalav, what has he done?" she gasped, moving aside her long, slave-woman's covering of 
green so that she might kneel beside me. "Your face-and your back has not yet even begun 
to heal! I shall fetch Galiose at once!" 
"Inala!" Though I was capable of no more than a croak, the word stayed her. Quickly she 
returned to my side, and took my face gently in her hands. "Inala, if you would aid me," I 
whispered, "do not fetch another male to my sight. A dagger hangs upon the wall by the door. 
Should it be your wish to free me, such would serve." 
But a moment did she stare in upset, and then she was gone, immediately to return with the 
dagger. In three strokes was I freed, and shakily did I raise myself to sit upon the cloth. My 
wrists were marked from repeated use of the leather to bind me, as were my ankles, but that 
was nothing beside the constant burning of my back. Again Inala studied me, and then she 
hastened to fetch the pack she had brought and left by the door. Within was a large leg of 
roast lellin, cuts of nilno, dark bread still warm, and a small skin of renth. My stomach knotted 
at sight of the provender, and quickly did I fall upon it. 
"Slowly, Jalav!" Inala cautioned, her hand upon my arm as she sat beside me. "Has he kept 
food from you as well?" 
I took a moment to drink from the skin before I made reply. "No food was I given, yet twice 
was I made to drink of the slave gruel. " My eyes went to her shadowy form where she sat, 
looking upon me with pain, and a thought came. "Inala," said I. "For what reason have you 
come here?" 
Her indignation grew, and her small shoulders squared. "I came knowing Galiose a fool!" she 
flared angrily. "Often have I asked his permission to visit you, yet has he refused, saying 
Nolthis had asked that his training of you not be disturbed and undone! Nolthis assured us all 
that you were well and healing, and that you had begun to obey him! Perhaps a man may be 
told such fantasies, but not I! This darkness I determined to visit you, and awaited no more 
than the departure of Nolthis." Again her hand came to my arm, and tears showed in her 
eyes. "Jalav, are you able to forgive me for not having come sooner?" 
Small amusement was there in the place of Nolthis, yet such brought something of a smile to 
me. "Inala, my sister," said I quite softly, "I merely thank Mida for allowing you to come as 
soon as you have. And you, also, do I thank for touching me with your thoughts." 
The eyes of Inala filled further with tears. "Ah, Jalav," she sighed. "How may I not think of 
you? Has not my freedom come about solely because of you? Am I to allow the memory to 
slip from me-as though it never was?" 
"Such has occurred many times previous," I murmured, gazing upon the provender with 
regret. No more than a hand of tastes had I been able to take, yet the renth did best by 
warming and invigorating me, therefore I pushed the provender away, yet retained the skin. I 
sat cross-legged upon the cloth, for long had it been since I had been able to do so. 
"Jalav," said Inala, "much has occurred since the arrival of the Silla. Would you hear of it?" At 
my nod, she composed herself to speak further. "No other clashes have occurred between 
Silla and Hosta," said she, sober-faced, "yet all believe that once the weather clears there 


shall be further battle. Galiose intends to instruct Nolthis to bring his well trained Jalav to 
speak before the Hosta, bidding them to accept the Silla as sisters, and such, I believe, is the 
why of his taking the word of Nolthis. Galiose craves control of the Hosta through their war 
leader." 
"He shall not have it," said I, drinking again from the skin. "Jalav would stand before Mida in 
shame sooner than betray the Hosta." 
"Galiose does not understand," said she with a sigh of sadness. "No woman has ever dared 
to disobey him. Even I-" Again she sighed, and then she shook the thought from her. "In any 
event, the Silla are not pleased to find themselves in Ranistard, and wish only the opportunity 
of meeting with the Hosta with weapons in hand. Galiose thought to impose his will upon the 
Silla war leader, yet has the one who was looked upon as war leader in some manner 
departed from the city with perhaps ten others, having taken the lives of a number of men in 
their going. The weather does well to cloak one's movements, and the Silla are not without 
skill." 
Wordlessly I nodded, thinking upon the Silla. Less than faith are the Silla trash, yet are they 
not unskilled. 
"The Hosta have been disciplined for the incident of the feast," continued Inala. "None may 
appear in public now, save upon a leash held firmly by her man. Many have felt the leather 
for their doing, yet harshest has been Fayan's lot. Galiose has once again freed Nidisar, and 
has given her punishment to him to see to. Nidisar proved unreluctant to accept the 
commission, and Fayan was most upset." 
Inala's eyes seemed disturbed, but that was not unexpected. Ever and again is the spear 
cast, and at each new cast is one's lot in life in peril of abrupt reversal. Such was known to 
Fayan, yet had she acted as circumstances demanded, thinking naught of future 
consequences. In such a manner must all Midanna conduct themselves, meeting action to 
circumstance, for easily might they be beside Mida before a consequence might presume to 
touch them. I offered the skin for Inala's use, yet she refused it with a shake of her head. 
"There is one further matter which is most disturbing," said she, large dark eyes upon me. 
"Galiose does not speak of it, yet has his sleep been marked by it. Telion has not left his 
house since your lashing, and has not replied to Galiose's order to attend him. He does not 
refuse the order, he merely ignores it, and Galiose seems loathe to press the matter." 
"Galiose, by his actions, should have been Hosta," I remarked, and then rose to my feet. 
Much of my strength was still lacking, but the renth had aided me to attempt that which must 
be done. 
"You now leave Ranistard," said Inala, gazing up at me from where she sat. There had been 
no questioning to her tone, for she knew what I must be about. 
"There is Mida's work yet to be done," said I, looking about. "Should Mida smile upon her 
warrior, I shall one fey return. " 
"In truth?" asked she, rising also to her feet. "I would not care to believe that we should never 
see one another again. " 
Most anxiously did the small female stand, looking to me for an assurance that she would find 
herself able to believe. I smiled in memory of our odd, short friendship, and placed my hand 
upon her shoulder. 
"We shall surely meet again," said I, "for Galiose has not seen the last of me. Once he called 
me a trial imposed upon him for his sins, and such shall I prove myself to be." 
At her smile of amusement, I walked to where my clan covering lay, thrown aside by Nolthis 
three feyd earlier, and donned it. Clan colors give a Midanna a sense of belonging, the 
knowledge that her sisters shall ever stand by her side. In clan colors do Midanna enter battle 
eagerly, for they fight to Mida's glory and to the glory of their clan. No sword was there in 
Nolthis' place, therefore I took no weapons save the dagger, which Inala had used to free me, 
placing it in the leg bands about my right leg. Snuggly did the dagger fit so, and so it should 
have. For many kalod had I worn a dagger so, before the coming of the males of Ranistard. A 
long length of leather lay in a corner, seemingly forgotten by Nolthis, and such did I also take, 
for there were yet the walls of Ranistard to scale. As I turned from coiling the leather, I saw 
that Inala had replaced the provender and the renth within the pack. 
"You must eat upon your journey," said Inala with a smile, "and no need is there for you to 
begin upon uncooked meat with such as this available. Care for yourself, Jalav, for I feel that 
your journey will not be an easy one." 
She looked upon me with true friendship, and such did I also feel for her. Small city slave-
woman though she was, easily might she have been welcomed as true Hosta. I placed the 
coiled leather within the pack, and then looked upon her most sternly. 
"Speak to no one of your coming here this fey," I ordered as war leader to warrior. "Galiose 


would not be quick to forgive such an action, and Nolthis would surely seek revenge. Should 
you find yourself at the mercy of Nolthis, with Galiose, in his anger, uncaring, little comfort 
would the thought of my freedom bring you." 
A shiver made her small frame quiver, and a brief look of fear crossed her features. "I had no 
thought of the matter in such a way," she replied unsteadily. "I shall be sure to say naught of 
my visit." 
One last time did we each place a hand upon the other's shoulder, and then I took the pack 
and went toward the door. It's swing revealed the darkened corridors free of life, therefore did 
I see Inala upon her way before taking to the shadows. Upon a previous occasion had I left 
the dwelling of the High Seat unobserved, but the difficulty then was slightly greater. None 
were there about within the pink stone of the dwelling, no other foot trod the blue floor cloth, 
yet when I had passed sufficient torches in silver sconces and sufficient blue silk upon the 
stone of the walls, the window twice left ajar was ajar no longer. Firmly had it been shut 
against the tears of Mida, and firmly did it remain shut against my efforts to open it. Nearly 
had I decided to seek another means of egress from the dwelling, when my eyes fell upon a 
small bit of metal upon the window. The metal pushed down against the window, refusing it 
movement, and no further effort than a touch of a finger freed the window from its grasp. 
Easily, then, I climbed through to the bushes without, and no longer saw Jalav a captive to 
males. 
Long was the way to the vicinity of the city walls where they nearly touched dwellings which 
might be stood upon, and much difficulty did I find with the tears of Mida. Cold and 
penetrating were the rains, immediately soaking my clan covering and hair, and quickly 
setting me to shivering. Never before had I felt rains of such a coldness, for beyond the 
Dennin river to the south was the air sweet and warm, the rains gentle and refreshing. The 
north held much cold within it, the rains contained small bits of ice, and my back howled from 
coming in contact with such. Some protection did my hair provide, yet not enough to bring an 
easing of pain, and with difficulty I pulled myself and pack to the metal-topped city walls, and 
thence to the ground below. Nearly did I meet the ground more quickly than I had intended, 
for the rains turned the leather slick and difficult to hold, yet the knots I had placed within the 
leather proved themselves worthy, and at last I stood in rain and darkness, without the walls 
of Ranistard. Regretting the need to take the time, yet nevertheless taking it, I coaxed the 
leather down to where I stood, then moved away from the city of hate. 
The driving rains disallowed even Hosta eyes to see what lay about, yet had I memory of the 
area from when my warriors and I had gone seeking the third of Midas Crystals. Many hind 
travel to the south lay the forests which stood between Ranistard and Bellinard, and such was 
the direction in which I wished to travel, yet would it be unwise to be found in the open, 
should Nolthis come upon kan-back hunting me. I, afoot, would have little chance of 
remaining uncaptured, and surely would the males ride directly south in pursuit of me. Wiser 
would it be to walk north, to the beginning of forest there, for in that direction safety lay no 
more than a hin or two away. Easily might I observe Ranistard from there, for the gate lay 
clear to its view, and should the male Nolthis ride forth, I had only to await his return to begin 
my journey in greater peace. So had I seen the matter, and so would I see it done. 
Many hind was it before I had attained the first of the trees. Keeping true direction in the 
raging storm had proven well nigh impossible, and quickly had I lost all sense of where I 
stood. My strength, far from adequate, had imposed a further burden, and surely would I have 
been completely lost had not Mida lit the skies before me in an instant of anger, showing that 
the forests I sought lay well to the left of my direction of travel. Cold, wet, aching and weary, I 
stumbled toward my briefly revealed goal, and at long last were there the looming shadows of 
giant trees about me. Some distance farther did I force myself before I sought shelter, and 
then Mida truly smiled upon me. In the darkness and rain, I tripped upon an unseen obstacle, 
and slipped to my hands and knees in the mud. Unsure of whether I possessed the strength 
to rise again, I put my hand out to the trunk of the tree beside me, discovering a small hole in 
the trunk, with hollow behind it. Easily had the rains found all beneath it, yet was the hollow 
surprisingly dry, offering shelter from the elements. No sooner had I lain myself upon the 
ground in the hollow, than all things faded from sensing. 
The sounds of the children of the wild roused me, and achingly I peered out of my shelter to 
see that the rains had ceased, and a thin golden light streamed down through the trees. The 
light stood close to its highest, and by that did I know that I had not slept, but lay unconscious 
the time. Hosta do not sleep past first light, yet had I lain as though dead the while, and 
perhaps such was not far from truth. Still did I feel the cold most sharply, and to my greater 
pain had some strands of my hair attached themselves to my back. With one motion, I 
wrenched them free, then groped with shaking hands for the skin of renth, and drank deeply. 


Then, and only then, was I able to force myself to feed upon a small bit of the nilno. 
At last I crawled from the hollow, marking its location as I looked about, for there had I left the 
pack, and there would I return come darkness. In no way had my strength grown, as I had 
hoped it would, however that could not deter me. Ranistard had not been watched as it 
should have been, and such would delay me yet further. Feyd must I now spend watching for 
the return of those who might have already gone, yet perhaps the time might be spent 
restoring myself. The way to the lands of the Midanna was long, and no easy trek would it 
prove to be. Best I begin when most able, for many of the children of the wild give no more 
than a single chance at survival. Only those who are able may take advantage of the chance. 
To my surprise, I found that I had come farther into the forests than I had at first thought. 
Marking my way as I went, I began to search for the forest's edge, for all track of the previous 
darkness had been washed away by Mida's tears. The feeble glow of the light did little to 
warm me as I went, and little did I know how deaf and blind I had grown in the city. No more 
than three hands of reckid did I move through the trees before they stepped out to view, 
surrounding me without my having had the least idea of their presence. Two hands of Silla 
warriors were they, and one who had not yet had the silver ring placed within her left ear, 
though she stood nevertheless as war leader. Swords they wore, and daggers, and each 
carried a slim-shafted spear such as males of the cities were fond of. I had only a dagger in 
my leg bands and little taste to appreciate the pleasure of battle. The Silla grinned in pleased 
anticipation, weighing spears in hands, yet I only folded my arms beneath my life sign, 
awaiting an indication of their intent. Silla were not known for their love of single combat, yet 
the possibility of such remained. Should it be Mida's will, still might I enter her realm with 
sword in hand. 
She who was war leader in place of Zolin stood perhaps seven paces from me and studied 
me with something of a smile upon her face. Red of hair was this Silla, of a red like that of 
Larid, and eyes also of a similar blue. Her height did not match mine, yet was she far from the 
puniness of city slave-women. Full Midanna was the Silla, well-versed in the weapons she 
wore, proud of the red of her clan colors. A moment did she study me, and then she laughed 
in full amusement. 
"You looked well beneath the lash, Hosta," she called, causing her warriors to join her 
laughter. "Hosta are fit for naught save the lash of males-or Silla swords. Should you have 
followed us to betray us to your city-male masters, you shall not live to do so." 
"Jalav is no slave," I called in return. "All save Silla have the wit to know this. I come to the 
forests upon my own affairs." 
The Silla's face had darkened at my words, then she snorted. "City slave-women such as the 
Hosta have become do not belong in the forests," said she, her head held high. "For 
whatever reason you have come, Helis will see that you regret it." 
She began to gesture to her warriors. "Should Helis wish true leadership of the SilIa, she may 
choose to face Jalav," I called. 
The attention of all centered upon me, and more firmly did they grasp the spears which they 
held. No closer than four paces did any of the Silla stand. Helis gazed upon me sober-eyed 
and stiffly, for Zolin had been a warrior of repute, and great would be the fame of Helis among 
the Silla, should she slay the one who had bested Zolin. Surely did I know that I would not 
survive such an encounter, for I was not as I had been when I had faced Zolin, yet I could not 
choose simple slaughter above holding a sword in hand once more. Helis continued to study 
me a moment, and then she drew herself up. 
"The Hosta are well known for their empty boasting," said she in disgust. "Never would Zolin 
fall before one such as you, and there shall be payment for the suggestion! Yet I choose to be 
generous. You may have your throat opened upon the instant, as the low sednet you are, or 
you may walk the lines. Choose!" 
About to demand that Helis face me, I saw that all words would be futile. In opposition to her 
spoken sentiments, Helis did indeed believe that Zolin had fallen before my blade, and 
therefore had no stomach to do the same. That she would undoubtedly triumph she did not 
know, and I could not inform her of the fact. Perhaps alone she might have been swayed to 
place a sword in my grasp so that she might say with truth that we had faced one another, yet 
with these others about, the effort would indeed be futile. Angrily she stood, awaiting my 
decision, yet little choice was there to the matter. A Hosta does not seek an easy death, and 
with the walking of the lines would my fate be placed in the hands of Mida. 
"There is naught else to choose save the lines," I informed the Silla. "Thought you I would 
choose otherwise?" 
Her eyes held mine for the moment, and then she laughed shortly. "Who may know what the 
Hosta are capable of?" said she, a low grin upon her face. "At the end of the lines shall I 


await you, Hosta war leader. Come to me if you are able." 
Then she stepped back a bit farther as her warriors moved forward to form the lines. Two 
hands of Silla warriors were they, one hand to each side of the aisle formed between them, 
their leader placed at the far end, awaiting me with folded arms. A pace before Helis was a 
sword placed, point in the ground and hilt up, also awaiting me. Should I survive the walk well 
enough, the sword would be mine to take, and then might I earn the honor of death in battle. 
No matter of survival was the walking of the lines, yet was it a means of choosing the manner 
of one's death. A warrior strong enough would die with glory, yet had my strength been 
severely drained. Only through Mida's will would I find myself able to reach the sword and 
Helis, yet are not all things done through Mida's will? As the Silla warriors lowered their 
spears, I prepared myself to meet them. 
"Begin your walk," called Helis from the far end, and in truth there was naught else I might do. 
To the lines of waiting, grinning warriors I walked, and then slowly between them. The first 
warrior on my left chose to put the point of her spear in my left thigh, the warrior on the right 
choosing my right arm. The touch of sharpened metal was full, true pain to my body, and 
nearly did I stagger as the spears were removed, giving free run to my blood. The second 
warriors in line reversed their choices, and the golden light danced before my eyes, rippling in 
a cadence with the beat of my heart and the pain washing over me. 
"Excellent, Hosta!" called Helis with a laugh, as I nearly went down to the touch of metal in my 
sides. "You are almost here, and have but four more spears to pass!" 
Still could I see the sword I so desperately wished to reach, yet it seemed to recede with each 
step I took. My blood flowed swiftly to Mida's ground, for though the wounds were not meant 
to kill, neither were they gentle, meaningless scratches. A spear entered my right calf, 
breaking my staggering pace, and then I fell, coming to Mida's ground upon hands and 
knees. The Silla laughed in deep amusement as I gasped for breath which would not come, 
crawling toward the waiting sword, and those toward the end urged me on in turn, their 
prodding nearly unfelt in the vast agony surrounding me. Mida's light glared in my blurring 
vision, damp and stony was the ground beneath me, uncaring was the breeze upon the wet 
of my wounds, and then had I nearly reached the sword, my sweat mingling with blood and 
dirt. No more had I to do than put a hand out to claim the sword, yet I was unable to lift the 
hand. My red-stained, straining fingers grasped the dirt as I attempted to force my body to my 
will, yet no farther could my body go. Slowly I collapsed to the ground entirely, the sword 
completely beyond my ability to possess it, and the Silla laughter came strange and distant to 
my ears. 
"A pity," said the voice of Helis, a voice which echoed about the swirling mists before my 
eyes. "Now must the Hosta be ended without glory, though truth to tell, I believe she may 
already be ended. Linid, see if there is yet life within her, and if so, remove it with your 
dagger." 
No steps did I hear approach me, yet a hand touched my throat, seeking sign of life. That I 
yet lived would not long continue as a state, yet no touch of a dagger came. Naught was I 
able to see through the mists, little did I hear; I suddenly felt abandoned, and then the ground 
trembled to the urging of many hooves. I knew then that a large force had come, sending the 
Silla to the cover of the trees, yet I was unable to know to whom the force belonged. In my 
heart, I wished it to be sister Midanna, come to free the Hosta from the grip of Ranistard, yet 
the mists swirled too thickly for my senses to pierce them. Too low had my strength gone, too 
faint was the spirit yet within me, and then I felt the touch of hands, by the size and shape of 
them, male hands. A laugh bubbled in my throat, knowing the males too late to once again 
possess Jalav, too late to attempt to work their will upon her. A murmur of deep voices came, 
no words clear to my hearing, and then Mida came, to wrap me in final darkness. 

CH 3. An awakening-and a tale is told 
Strange are the dreams a warrior finds before entry to Mida's Realm. Much darkness was 
there, and a sense of searching, for something never found, no more than darkness again 
appearing. I felt movement, and surprisingly also pain, then the pain receded to throbbing, yet 
the movement continued. Once I saw the form of the male surrounded by darkness, his entire 
demeanor one of disapproval and anger, and I laughed at his displeasure, pleased that I 
need no longer be troubled by males. The form stiffened in anger at my laughter and began 
to raise an arm in menace, yet was he restrained by another presence, who was amused. No 
part of the second presence did I see, yet was I made curious by its amusement, and then 
both male and presence faded from my perceiving. No understanding had I of what had 
transpired, then the darkness came once more, ending speculation. 
At last my eyes opened to find that it was not Mida's Realm which met my gaze. To 


accompany the feeling of movement, I saw the wood and cloth of a conveyance of those of 
the cities, a conveyance which was taken about by kand pulling upon it. Brown and old was 
the wood, stained and fraying was the cloth which enclosed the conveyance, and great was 
the creaking as the conveyance protested its movement. Belly down I lay in lenga pelts, the 
warmth of the long, silky fur keeping the chill at bay, and not far from the pelts I lay in were 
other pelts, just then untenanted. Wide enough was the floor of the conveyance to hold the 
two sets of pelts with perhaps a pace between them; I was unable to see the length of the 
thing, nor anything more. I was disturbed that I had not yet attained Mida's Realm, yet when I 
attempted to turn in the furs, surely did I think that attainment was not far from me. Pain and 
weakness tore at me so, that I was unable to keep from voicing a groan, and then the 
dizziness came again, bringing with it the darkness. 
When the darkness did not recede all the way, I knew that it was not within me, but all about. 
The conveyance stood at last at rest, and more urgently did I wish to know in whose 
possession I was. Not those males of Ranistard could it have been, for the city did not lie so 
far from the woods where I was taken that a conveyance would be needed to bring me to it. 
Others, strangers, had found me, and faintly I heard the small sounds of the movements 
within a camp. In determination I moved my leaden limbs, slowly and painfully yet with 
purpose, till at last I had turned from my belly to my back. No lessening of pain was such a 
position but an increase, yet I wished it no other way. The first of movements was most 
painful, yet without the first of movements were all others lost. If I were to escape these males 
who had found me, a beginning must be made. Lightheaded did I feel, and my insides 
lurched about, yet had I made something of a beginning. 
Once my breathing had slowed, I also made certain discoveries. Bound in cloth was most of 
my body, principally upon the tracks of the Silla spears, and damp did certain of the cloth 
seem, as though my blood yet flowed beneath it. A wide, uncomfortable lump beneath my 
right shoulder proved to be my hair, twisted together in some manner to contain it and all I 
could do was pry it from beneath me, the action again leaving me breathless. No strength at 
all had I, with the wounds from the spear thrusts added to my previous weakness. I knew not 
why I yet lived, save that such was Mida's will. That Mida was not yet done with her warrior 
seemed of little comfort, but I was unable to argue the matter. Even had I the strength, Mida 
was not one who was easily approachable. 
In my new position I was able to see the sky, tiny lights atwinkle in the frosty darkness, for the 
cloth gapped about an opening at the far end of the conveyance. For a number of reckid I lay 
silent and unmoving among the shadows, my eyes upon the sky, my grasp upon 
consciousness a frail thing, and then I saw a stronger glow than the tiny lights, which 
approached the gap in the cloth from without. The leather-clad form of a male appeared. 
"What have you done?" snapped the male, looking upon me with severity as he placed a 
metal-enclosed flame upon the floor by my furs. "As I placed you, so should you have 
remained! Have you not the wit to know how sorely hurt you are?" 
"Jalav asks the aid of no male," I whispered creakingly, seeing the surprise in his light eyes. 
"Return me to the care of Mida, and my actions shall not disturb you." 
The male stared, and then his sternness turned to a chuckle of amusement. "By the 
enlightening glow of the Serene Oneness, you are a handful indeed," he grinned. "I now no 
longer doubt your survival, and look forward to the journey to the Snows. Foolish was I to 
question the signs, for never have they been so clear." His touch upon my face could not be 
avoided. "Good," said he in satisfaction, withdrawing his hand. "The fever is gone, allowing 
one less matter for concern. Now let us see what you have done to the wounds." 
He moved aside the lenga pelt, allowing the chill to draw all warmth from me, and a frown 
displaced his amusement. 
"Again does the blood flow from three," he growled, bringing those light eyes to pierce me 
with disapproval. "I shall change the bandages upon them, wench, and then are you to 
remain unmoving till they have had opportunity to heal! Do you think you body's blood 
unlimited that you waste it in such a manner?" 
The cold made me shiver and the male quickly replaced the lenga pelt upon me, then rested 
his forearms upon his thighs. 
"You, I know, are Jalav," said he, "and now do I see why the sign of you was so fitting. Indeed 
do you seem a hadat, all teeth and claws and temper. I shall expect no thanks for healing 
you, just as I would expect none from a hadat, yet shall I expect something of respect and 
obedience. Though hadat is your sign upon the Snows, you are only female in flesh." 
"Jalav is a warrior," I whispered, teeth still ashiver. "Even should I survive the walking of the 
lines, you shall not own me, male. " 
Lightly did he laugh at hearing my words, and his head shook in negation. "You mistake me, 


warrior," said he with a grin. "I am merely here to see to your healing and the reading of the 
Snows. Your ownership belongs to another, one who shall have it no other way. Best you 
understand that, for his humor has been rather dark of late. He dislikes what the Snows have 
told him, yet he may do naught save follow their beckoning. Are you hungry?" 
Indeed my insides felt as though they touched at all points, yet were there other matters to be 
discussed first. "I wish naught from males," I rasped, disliking his grin. "Who is this male who 
presumes to call me his?" 
His grin widened, and he laughed. "The male is one who is fond of hadats," said he, rising out 
of his crouch. "He rides now to see to our backtrail with a number of our Belsayah, yet shall 
he present himself upon his return. First shall I fetch nourishment for you, then shall I change 
the bandages." 
With those words the male turned from me and left the conveyance, also leaving behind 
much to think upon. I knew naught of males called Belsayah, nor did I know the meaning of 
the word, "snows", which the male had spoken a number of times. Seemingly, the male knew 
of me, yet how could this be? These thoughts occupied me till the return of the male, who 
then carried a pot of metal from which the aroma of nilno arose. Carefully did he carry the pot, 
showing the contents spillable, and then was it brought to me. The meaty aroma caught me 
so, no resistance did I make to the male's arm about my shoulder, raising my head for the 
easier reach of the pot. The taste and warmth of the nilno broth more than compensated for 
the discomfort. Down my throat it slid, filling my hollow insides, though I was unable to take it 
all. Much too quickly did I reach the limit of my capacity, and regret was mine when the male 
had lowered me once again to the furs. 
"When you are strong enough to hold meat and vegetables, the healing shall progress at a 
faster pace," said he, putting aside the pot. "Now for the wounds." 
From a place behind the other lenga pelts, he took a pot and a pack which proved to contain 
cloth, and both things did he bring to where I lay. Then he withdrew my left arm from beneath 
the furs, and began to remove the bloody cloth upon it. Little pain was there till but one layer 
of cloth was left upon the wound, and then the cloth attempted to cling to the flesh of me. 
"Steady," said the male, compassion clear in his tone. "The rest shall be easier to bear." 
Scraping sounds did I hear then, and cool smoothness touched the flaming ache upon my 
arm. "My name is Lialt," said he as his fingers did their work. "How did you come by wounds 
such as these, girl? Never have I seen their like not made by a spear." 
"Indeed it was spears which made them," I gasped, fighting dizziness. "I walked the lines for 
the Silla trash, yet was I unable to take the sword." I spoke of my shame without giving 
thought to it. 
"Spears?" echoed he called Lialt, his fingers unmoving upon my arm. "Sword? What might a 
female have to do with such things'? And who are these men called Silla who would so 
misuse a woman?" 
Through the dizziness laughter arose within me, thinking of the fury the Silla would feel had 
they heard themselves called males. "The Silla are not males, but warriors such as I," I 
informed Lialt weakly, yet with the remembrance of a grin. "Silla shall ever do a Hosta so 
when they may, for so would Hosta do them, had we the opportunity. Silla and Hosta be 
blood enemies." 
"Blood, indeed," muttered this Lialt, again bending to his task. "Never have I heard of females 
acting so, and never would Belsayah allow such. My brother must truly be a child of the 
Snows that he takes such a woman as you for his own. With scores of proper Belsayah 
women aburn for him-" Abruptly did his words end, and he sighed. "Yet, how may a man 
avoid his path through the Snows? I, better than any, should know the futility of such an 
attempt. Brace yourself now, wench, for I must see to the other wounds." 
Again was the lenga pelt moved from me, and his hands banished all thoughts of the cold. 
The last I saw was his dark head bent over me, a frown creasing his face, and then the light 
was no more. 
I awoke to the jostling movement of the conveyance, the light of the fey having returned as I 
lay within a darkness of my own. Again was I belly down within the furs, and annoyance 
touched me that I had been turned so once more. I would know as much as I might of where 
the males took me, for the return trek would be mine alone. Slowly and carefully, I turned to 
my back, and this second movement was much the easier. Nearly gone was the pain in my 
back, and the spear wounds troubled me less as well. Soon would Jalav again be fit to travel, 
and then would the males seek her in vain. 
To my disappointment, there was as little to see upon my back as upon my belly. I moved my 
toes about within the pelts as I studied the skies, and quickly the sway and creak of the 
conveyance caused my eyelids to grow heavy. I must have slept heavily all fey, for the next I 


knew, all was silence about, and the flame within, the metal again approached. As the 
instance previous, Lialt carried the flame to where I lay, his light eyes examining me closely. 
"I know not whether to be pleased or not that you are again awake," said he with familiar 
disapproval as he crouched beside me. "Though two feyd have passed since your last 
awakening, you should not be moving about so. Have I not said this to you?" 
Quite sternly did the male look upon me, and easily might it be seen that my position must be 
made clear to him. Although the male had been of some assistance, I no longer wished the 
bother of him. With some small difficulty I removed my arm from beneath the lenga pelts so 
that I might move the pelts away from my face. 
"Jalav thanks you for your previous assistance, male," I informed him with courtesy. "Now 
shall Jalav see to herself, and should it be possible to return the favor, it shall be done." 
"Shall it," he murmured, and then he snorted in amusement. "Jalav is far from able to see to 
herself, wench, and she shall obey Lialt till she is up and about. Let us first see what damage 
you have done to the wounds, and then we shall see to your feeding. " 
His hands moved toward the lenga pelt, yet I closed my fist about it, disallowing movement. "I 
have said that I shall see to myself!" I snapped, disliking his manner. "Have you naught else 
to occupy you that you must remain where you are unwelcome? Leave me, and we shall say 
no more upon it! The war leader of the Hosta of the Midanna demands to be left in Mida's 
peace!" 
"No," came a deep, calm voice before Lialt had found his tongue. "The former war leader 
Jalav may no longer demand. In future, she shall ask for that which she wishes, and in a 
proper manner more becoming to a wench." 
Surely did I know to whom the voice belonged, and surely had I known for some time that it 
was he, yet had I refused to admit my knowledge as I then refused to look upon him. My eyes 
upon the leather covering of Lialt, I shook my head and whispered, "No!" and then attempted 
to raise myself from the pelts. Lialt's large hands were immediately upon my arms, forcing me 
down, and my small store of strength was uselessly spent. 
"She is the spawn of Sigurr, Ceralt!" said Lialt in vexation, astare upon my face. "See how 
she has paled through overtaxing herself so! This darkness I shall read the Snows again, for 
surely she cannot be the one they speak of!" 
"She is the one," replied Ceralt, coming nearer to where I lay. Still did I keep my eyes from 
him, and the cold of the darkness entered me more fully. "She is the one," said he, "and I 
knew of it even before the Snows spoke of it to you. How does she fare?" 
Lialt made a sharp sound of annoyance. "How may I know?" he demanded. "She will not 
allow me to look upon her! What is this matter of war leader of which she speaks? What 
means it?" 
"It means naught," said Ceralt, "for the condition no longer applies. Jalav. Remove your 
hands from the lenga pelt so that Lialt may see to you." 
My fingers gripped the pelt, holding it to me, my weakness a curse upon my will. Slowly, with 
reluctance, my eyes raised to him. He, too, wore leather of the sort which Lialt wore, and 
strange did he seem without the city-male covering of cloth. Such strange feelings did the 
sight of him bring to me, feelings which a warrior was not meant to know. I shook my head 
once more and again whispered, "No!" and my meaning was not lost upon him. 
"You may not deny it," said he, crouching beside Lialt. "You are mine, and shall ever be so. 
Had you not left Ranistard by your own devices, I would have taken you from there." 
Then his hands went to mine and gently removed the pelt from the clutch of my fingers. I had 
the will to attempt to pull from his grip yet was I even more lacking in strength than usual. Lialt 
removed the pelt and looked upon the cloth bindings, grunting in approval when no blood was 
to be seen upon them, and after considerable inspection, he replaced the pelt. Ceralt's eyes 
had been upon me as well, the set of his jaw and the tightening of his grip speaking well of 
his disturbance, and then his eyes moved to mine. 
"Never again shall such a thing occur," he vowed raspingly, my hands yet in his possession, 
his anger clear. "Not again shall Jalav take weapon in hand, for whatever reason!" 
Slightly did I move in his grip and return his lowering look. "Jalav had no weapon in hand," 
said I distinctly. "Think you such would have come to be, had I a sword to wield?" 
"No sword, no spear, no dagger shall Jalav again touch," spoke Ceralt, light eyes cold, not to 
be swayed from his purpose., "Remember my words, wench, for they shall not be told you 
again." Then his gaze went to Lialt. "How does she fare, brother?" 
"Better than I had expected," replied Lialt as he studied me. "She heals with a rapidity which 
is gratifying, though rather difficult to understand." 
"It is the doing of Mida," I informed him with sureness. "Easily might it be seen that there is 
yet work she would have me see to." 


The last was for Ceralt, so that he might know that the possession of Jalav was Mida's alone, 
yet the miserable male smiled faintly and placed my hands beneath the lenga pelt. "Indeed 
there is yet work for Jalav to see to," said he, anod at Lialt. "Jalav shall learn humility, and 
curtesy of manner, and the ways of the proper woman. And Jalav will also learn the pleasing 
of Ceralt." 
Lialt's laughter joined Ceralt's smile, and the fury rose within me. So sure was the male, so 
sure that again I might be taken and held by him, yet I clearly remembered that which had 
gone before. 
"Jalav shall learn naught save the return path to the lands of the Midanna," I choked out in 
the midst of their amusement. "Not again shall males find opportunity to betray her. Not 
again!" 
"What number of times did the lash touch you?" came Ceralt's voice, soft with deadly 
menace. "What is the size of the thing between Galiose and me?" 
No answer did I make to him, for Galiose would find himself repaid by my hand, should Mida 
allow me such pleasure. 
"Perhaps it is unwise to speak now of such matters," came the voice of Lialt. "She has not 
sufficient strength for memories such as those-which by the looks of her, must be painful 
indeed. I shall fetch her a bowl of broth, and then she must sleep again." 
"The matter is yours to determine, brother," replied Ceralt amid the sounds of movement. 
"She must be recovered before the Snows indicate the time for the journey, else I shall not 
allow her to accompany us." 
A pause was there, and then Lialt said, "Yet without her presence, the journey shall not 
succeed. Clearly was this shown me, Ceralt. Should she remain behind, our lives may well be 
forfeit. " 
"Then it shall be so," said Ceralt, a final inflexibility to his voice. "Should she lack the strength 
to survive the journey, she will not go. Her life shall not be thrown away." 
"Many are the lives at stake," said Lialt with a softness, "yet the decision is yours to make, 
brother. I may do no more than search out the paths in the Snows. It is your lot to choose 
among them, and pleased am I to have it so. 
With those words did Lialt depart, and strange did such words seem. Was Ceralt not a city 
male of Bellinard, as all had supposed? For what reason would a male present himself so, 
speaking not of those from whom he came? Perhaps the male felt shame at his beginnings, a 
thing truly fitting for males. Midanna felt pride in their clans, and never would they renounce 
their roots through shame. Soulless did all males seem to be, whether of cities or elsewhere. 
Though Ceralt yet remained, no longer was I able to lie upon my side. The spears of the Silla 
had touched deep in arm, leg and side, and the pain flamed with increased anger as my 
weight pushed the wounds to the lenga pelt. Reluctantly, I turned again to my back, left hand 
going to right arm, yet naught did my fingers come upon save the rough cloth which bound 
the wound. No strength had I left to deny the pain, and it set me begging to Mida for the 
surcease of darkness. 
"In time the pain will ease," said Ceralt, his voice soft yet echoing the ache, his hand moving 
to the moisture upon my brow. "Only in childbed was a woman meant to know such pain, for 
only then has the pain meaning and purpose. I would know what befell you." 
My head, beneath his hand, turned somewhat to find his eyes soberly upon me. Such 
pleasure had I had from him, the pleasure of his manhood and the simpler pleasure of his 
presence, yet must I thrust the memory of all such from me, for males were evil and sought 
naught save the betrayal of warriors. 
"Jalav wishes naught of your presence, male," I informed him huskily, seeking the strength to 
take my eyes from his broad, familiar face. "No word shall Jalav address to you, no word and 
no thought. Much would I have preferred to have been left where I had fallen." 
Deep hurt flashed briefly in his light eyes, and then those eyes studied me a moment before 
his hand withdrew from my brow. 
"You are much wounded and sorely in need of rest," he said quite softly, a small catch to his 
voice. "We shall speak again when some measure of strength has returned to you." 
Then he rose from his crouch and left the conveyance, his step slow and heavy, his eyes not 
again turning toward me. Swiftly did I close my eyes to erase all sight of him, yet was there a 
trembling within me. Naught might a male mean to a warrior, naught did Ceralt mean to me! 
Pain had the male given me, and betrayal in all things, and none save a fool would allow the 
memory of strong arms and soft lips to wipe meaning from what had gone before! Weakling 
wetness seeped from between my closed lids to roll to my cheeks, shaming me by their 
presence, yet was I unable to stem the flow. 
"Has the pain worsened?" asked the voice of Lialt from beside me, startling in its nearness. 


Large fingers brushed at my cheeks, spreading the wetness, and then his hand smoothed my 
hair. "The wench Jalav is as brave as she is beautiful," he murmured in a soothing manner. 
"Surely so brave a wench will not allow the pain to best her when soon it shall be gone 
completely? Weep as you must, wench, but do not despair. Lialt will see that you grow well 
again." 
My eyes opened to see his face but blurrily, and angrily I wiped at the weakling wetness. 
"Jalav does not weep!" I snapped, yet the words emerged hoarsely, in a whisper. "Warriors of 
the Midanna do not weep, male, and easily shall I grow strong again without your aid!" 
"Certainly you shall," said he in a manner most conciliatory, his hand yet astroke upon my 
hair. "Soon shall my aid be unnecessary, yet now must I continue to supply it, for I would not 
have Ceralt grow angry with me. Come, the broth will strengthen you, and prepare you for the 
meat which will quickly replace it." 
Again he lifted my shoulders and brought the metal pot to my lips, and in no manner was I 
able to deny his wishes. My belly ached for the warmth and satisfaction of the broth, and 
easily might it be seen that I was unable to do so simple a thing as hold the light metal pot. 
My hands shook in the attempt even as I swallowed all that came past my lips, and Lialt's 
voice murmured soothingly and with encouragement, calling me a good, brave girl, and a 
beautiful wench. Filled with indignation, I attempted to berate him for such terms, yet the 
broth did not cease to fill my mouth, making speech impossible. At last was the bottom of the 
bowl to be found, and Lialt lowered my shoulders to the lenga pelt with much of a large grin. 
"I am pleased to see that your capacity increases," said he as he put the bowl aside. "Such is 
ever a good sign. We shall now put you upon your face again, so that I may tend to your 
back." 
His hands reached toward me, and my annoyance grew even higher than it had earlier been. 
The word of a war leader meant naught to males, yet had it been many kalod since any had 
sought to oppose me, and never had any attempted to order me about. Greatly displeased 
was I with the way of males, and this, I felt, should be made known to Lialt. 
"This back you speak of," said I, halting the motion of his hands. "Undoubtedly it is your own 
back you refer to, is this not so?" 
A frown creased his face, and puzzlement entered the light eyes of him. "Certainly not," he 
replied, his tone filled with lack of understanding. "Have you forgotten, wench, that it was you 
who felt the lash? The back which needs tending is yours." 
"Ah," said I, nodding quite soberly. "The back in discussion, then, is mine and not yours. And 
yet I have no memory of being asked my wishes in the matter. Does this not seem 
exceedingly strange?" 
Closely did I look upon him, and comprehension was not long in reaching him. The 
puzzlement faded from his eyes, to be replaced with something of annoyance, and wryly did 
he shake his head. 
"I see," he said, resting his forearms upon his thighs. "Again you seek to be difficult. Have you 
never been taught simple obedience?" 
Again this preoccupation with obedience. All males seemed to be obsessed with the matter, 
and totally did I lack understanding of their views. 
"A Hosta war leader need be obedient to none save Mida," I informed him, and then looked 
upon him with curiosity. "Lialt, for what reason does a male ever expect obedience? Never 
have I demanded obedience from a male, save when he was captive to my clan, yet do all 
males demand obedience from me. The why of this I am unable to fathom." 
He laughed. "You speak as though you have almost no knowledge of men," he mused, his 
eyes upon my face. "Surely your father demanded obedience from you, and taught you that 
you would one fey obey the man who chose you, as well." 
"I know naught of the sthuvad who served she who bore me," I shrugged, seeing that my 
words disturbed him. "A mere captive was he, and gone about his business the moment he 
found release from the leather which bound him. Such is the way Hosta wish it to be, and 
your words hold no meaning to me." 
"Nor do your words hold meaning to me," he murmured with head ashake. "That you have 
had no teaching from men is clear, yet the why of it is beyond me. However," and deeply did 
he sigh, "I shall do my best to explain whatever is unclear to you." 
He shifted from his crouch to sit cross-legged upon the wood of the floor, and then he briefly 
smoothed my hair before taking my face in his hand. 
"You," said he, as though he spoke to one who had little understanding of our common 
tongue, "are a young, female member of this our race. With infinite wisdom did the Serene 
Oneness decree that females must be obedient to males, and so would all men have it. 
Perhaps when you have grown old and gray, younger men may heed what wisdom you have 


attained from your kalod of life, yet is such a state far from that which you may now expect. 
For the moment you are a female child who must learn to obey the word of men, else shall 
you ever find punishment at their hands. Has the matter been made clear to you?" 
So serious did Lialt seem, that I could only laugh. "Such is foolishness," I informed him with 
amusement as his hand left my face. "Never have I heard of such a decree, nor would it apply 
to one who follows Mida. Now do I see it as the foolishness of males, fit only to be laughed at 
by warriors. My thanks, Lialt, for having given me the explanation which I sought." 
Greatly vexed was Lialt then. "You have heard naught of what was told you!" he growled 
angrily, his face stern. "The wench before me is no more than that-merely a wench! You shall 
obey as do other wenches, else shall you be punished as they." 
His anger caught greater confusion within me. "For what reason are males to be obeyed?" I 
asked. "Why should females not be obeyed in their stead?" 
Open-mouthed he stared at me, and then his mouth closed in outrage. "Men are ever obeyed 
by their women!" he snapped, one hand agesture in vagueness. "Females are empty-headed 
and filled with nonsense, and ever unable to decide upon questions put to them! Should men 
find cause to obey females, never would the females have wit enough to direct them 
properly!" 
"What difficulty is there in directing others?" I asked, feeling sure there was some matter still 
beyond my comprehension. "For three kalod have I directed the actions of the Hosta, and 
only twice did I find the need to answer disagreement with a sword. Your objections do not 
seem valid." 
Much pained did Lialt's expression grow, and his hand ran through his hair in the gesture 
Ceralt had so often used. 
"Never before have I had such difficulty in expressing myself," he muttered, his head ashake. 
"I think it best, Jalav, that these matters be discussed with Ceralt, I feel sure he shall find the 
answers you seek with much less difficulty than I. There remains but one further matter to be 
discussed between us, and the answering of it should not prove difficult to one of your exalted 
standing. Your back must be tended if it is to heal properly, and I shall see it tended to. 
Should you not wish to assist in your turning, I believe we shall both find that I am possessed 
of more than enough strength to see the thing done without your assistance. I will know this 
moment how you would have it: are you to turn or be turned?" 
Amusement had once again returned to him, yet was I not of a humor to share it. Ever do 
males see their will done through naught save greater strength, reason finding itself totally 
beyond them. Bleakly did I look upon the grin he gave me, and had I stood, I would have held 
my head high. 
"Jalav has little choice in the matter," said I quite frostily. "Yet shall it not ever remain so. Lialt 
had best learn to sleep lightly. " 
With difficulty, I began to turn to my belly, yet was I able to see the grin fade abruptly from the 
face of the male as I struggled, and the breath of him drew in sharply. 
"By the fetid breath of Sigurr the foul, I do believe the wench has threatened me!" he 
muttered. No further attention did I pay to his ramblings, for movement proved itself more 
difficult than I had anticipated. Sharply did the spear wounds stab at my efforts, and I felt the 
moisture break over my face as I panted and nearly gasped. Abruptly were there two strong 
yet gentle hands to assist my scrabbling, and then I lay belly down, drained of everything 
within me, yet untouched by the darkness which would have been most welcome. 
"I had not meant for you to do the thing yourself," said Lialt softly, and then was there a cloth 
at my face to take the moisture. My eyes had closed of their own, and little desire had I to 
open them once more, therefore did I naught save lie as I was as that about me slowly 
returned to awareness with the ebbing of the pain. 
Lialt sat upon the other lenga pelts and began to remove the furs from about his legs. Each 
did he draw from him, then he stood the two upon the wood beyond the lenga pelts. With this 
done, he stood to remove the leather shirt of him, the belt of metal, the leather leg coverings, 
and lastly, the leather breech, and easily might it be seen that Lialt was well made as a male. 
Faintly did my interest stir, as ever is a warrior's interest stirred at sight of an acceptable 
male, yet was such interest considerably curtailed by the presence of my wounds. Lialt 
tossed the breech upon the pile of the other of his coverings, and then his eyes crossed mine 
as I looked upon him in contemplation. Amusement showed at the corners of his mouth, and 
he folded his arms upon his broad, dark-haired chest. 
"Have I been found acceptable?" he asked with faint laughter in his tone. "I should dislike to 
think that sight of my body has displeased you." 
"Lialt need have no fear," I murmured, the shadow of a smile of appreciation touching me. 
"Should you ever be taken as sthuvad to Midanna, your body shall not displease them." 


With full truth did I speak then, for Lialt was made much as Ceralt was. Tall and broad, firm 
muscled beneath the dark of his skin, flat-bellied, slim-hipped, possessed of a manhood 
much in evidence even when unaroused. Easily did I recall the look of Ceralt when first he 
and his hunters had fallen to my Hosta, the heat that had come to him at touch of my body 
upon his, the heat that he, too, had caused to rise in me. Before my eyes stood the memory 
of Ceralt, disallowing sight of all else, disallowing banishment from my thoughts, the light 
eyes of him holding my gaze as none other was able to do. Again was I touched by feelings 
which a warrior was not meant to know, and the lenga pelt beneath me became a broad, 
dark-haired chest rising and falling in rhythm, warm with life, precious by cause of the 
shortness of the time I had been allowed to hold to it without bitterness. Slowly, I rubbed my 
cheek upon the chest that was not, and again it was naught save a lenga pelt, warm yet 
lifeless, too soft and too smooth to be that which I had briefly imagined it. Sight, too, returned, 
and I saw that Lialt was now between his lenga pelts, having moved himself there without my 
having seen. 
"So you are returned," he murmured, his eyes upon me as he lay upon his side. "What other 
did you see when you looked upon me? And where did he take you that you return with such 
sadness clear in your eyes? Had I my pipe to hand, I would have journeyed with you." 
I looked upon him with little understanding yet did I know that I wished to keep my thoughts 
my own. Deeply did Lialt gaze upon me, so deeply that surely it seemed he would soon be as 
deep within my mind, and such was not that which I wished. With deliberation, I pulled my 
eyes from his, breaking some link before it might grow to strength, and shakily I drew a 
breath. 
"Fascinating," he breathed, though he made no movement within his pelts. "Few indeed are 
those who are able to dismiss the demands of my call so. A child of the Snows are you in 
truth, a fitting mate for my brother. I am now even more pleased that our arrival in your need 
was so timely." 
Strange, again, were his words, of a strangeness to make my head whirl, but I did understand 
one thing. 
"From whence do you come?" I asked, raising my eyes once more to his shadowy form. "And 
how did you come to be near Ranistard when you were?" Also did I wish to ask of Ceralt, yet 
was I unable to speak his name without faltering. Lialt smiled faintly, and then he reached 
toward the flame within the metal and drew it to him. 
"The tale is an odd one," he said, "yet I shall be pleased to tell it to you-though not with the 
lamp alight. We are both of us in need of sleep, and should one or the other succumb to its 
lure, the tale may be completed at another time." 
In some manner did he then open the frame and with his single breath the darkness 
surrounded us completely. Then came the sound of the metal returned to its place, and Lialt's 
voice resumed. 
"Nearly a kalod ago," said he, "the Snows gave sign of a strange insistance. We were told, it 
seemed, that our High Rider must travel from us, and take residence for a time with those of 
the south. No understanding had we for the why of this, and none cared overmuch for it, yet 
were we unable to delay and question. All signs, all indications, insisted that our High Rider 
leave at once and without explanation. Ceralt asked my estimation of the importance of the 
journey, and I was able to add naught to what I had already read-he must leave for the south 
immediately. 
"Ceralt was not pleased: however he knew that all men must go as the Snows reveal, 
therefore did he leave me as temporary High Rider, and take himself off to the south. He 
chose the city of Bellinard as his destination, for he saw some small attraction in the name-
Bellinard for a Belsayah Rider- and naught did we hear of him for some time; then the Snows 
brought to me a further message-concerning the need of our High Rider. 
"Ceralt would require the presence of his riders, said the Snows, and therefore were they to 
ride at once to the southern city of Ranistard. Yet Ceralt had gone to the city of Bellinard, all 
protested, wherefore the need to go to Ranistard? None knew, least of all I, yet was I sure of 
what I had read. Immediately, I mounted fifty riders, and we all took ourselves toward the city 
spoken of by the Snows, the city of Ranistard, yet was I somewhat unsure of an open 
approach, therefore did we leave the road for the woods when yet a fey's ride from our 
destination. It was then that we came upon Ceralt." 
A sigh escaped him then, almost unnoticed by me, for the soothing sound of his voice had 
caused my eyelids to grow extremely heavy. No thought was I able to give that which I was 
told, merely was I able to hear the words and possibly remember them, and difficult was it to 
resist the softness and comfort of the pelts about me. Afloat in the darkness, the voice 
disembodied continued. 


"Ceralt had been in the woods for three feyd and more, afoot yet attempting to reach the 
Belsayah. Easily might it be seen that he had been beaten, and all our riders called for the 
blood of those responsible, yet Ceralt quieted them, saying there was more important work to 
be done. There was a possession of his yet to be found in Ranistard, said he, and such was 
he bound to fetch from there, no matter who would stand in his way. I wished to halt for a 
time, to see to Ceralt's bruises, yet he would have none of it. No further time did he take then 
to don proper clothing, and then we were off once more. 
"Through the darkness we rode, and through a good portion of the new light, still within the 
woods, and then we glimpsed that which seemed a group of people. Immediately we turned 
toward the group, yet they vanished into the trees all about-all save one. That one lay upon 
the ground, giving her lifeblood to quench the thirst of the soil, and then we learned that 
before us was the one whom we sought. Ceralt sent two of our riders to purchase a wagon 
from Ranistard, instructing them to say naught of their origins nor purpose, and when they 
returned, we began the homeward journey. Shortly shall we reach our village once more, and 
then must we prepare for the journey spoken of to us so long ago. The journey set in the 
Snows even before our birth. Much danger. Yet we must go." 
Slowly, Lialt's voice ceased, and soft breathing spoke of his having been taken by sleep. 
Warm and compelling were the furs and darkness about me, more compelling than thoughts 
of that which I had been told. Deeper did the darkness grow, and I, too, was taken as Lialt. 

CH 4. A struggle for motion-and a destination is reached 
The new fey was well begun before I became aware of it. Again were Lialt's furs untenanted, 
and again was the conveyance about me in creaking motion. Having first seen to the matter 
of turning to my back-an exertion becoming increasingly less difficult-I then spent 
considerable thought upon that which I had been told. Much of it held little or no meaning for 
still did I lack knowledge of that which Lialt had termed, "Snows," yet it seemed that Ceralt, 
who stood high among his people, had been sent from them by cause of duty. I knew not 
what such duty entailed, nor did I know what manner of journey both he and Lialt saw for me, 
yet had I the thought that again I was of value to Ceralt as an item of trade. That he had said I 
would not undertake the journey spoken of save that I had regained my strength meant 
naught, for often did it appear that my value to Ceralt was a many-sided thing, one side to be 
weighed against another, that side of most value ever prevailing. The light of the fey came 
weakly through the opening in the cloth of the conveyance, bright yet much thinned from that 
which I knew in the lands of the Midanna. Soon indeed would I grow strong once more and 
then would I leave the lands of males who ever sought for value, never again to return, never 
again to ride from that place where Mida smiled upon her warriors. Would that I could have 
left upon the moment. 
That fey and four others were spent upon the trail, yet was I unable to put further questions to 
Lialt. Much of the first fey I spent in sleep, yet when I had finished the broth brought by Lialt at 
darkness, again he instructed me to attempt sleep. Much annoyed, I refused to do so, wishing 
instead to put my queries, yet the male refused as well, saying that he wished sleep and 
would have it though I remained awake the entire darkness. No further words would he 
address to me, merely removing his leathers silently and with purpose, yet it seemed that 
much of his amusement at my appreciation of the male sight of him had gone. In annoyance 
did he look upon my appraisal, and then he frowned. 
"Have you never been taught the impertinence of such inspection?" he demanded, wide fists 
upon slim hips. "At first I had thought you looked upon me in curiosity, never having seen a 
man naked before you, yet do I now perceive a difference. Much does it seem as though you 
stare with practiced eye, though that would not be likely. In future, you will turn your head 
when I disrobe, as a proper wench should." 
Quite disturbed did Lialt seem, and quickly did he place himself within the pelts, yet I felt 
considerable confusion. 
"For what reason must I turn my head?" I asked, moving to my left side to see him more 
easily. "Lialt does not possess a body of ugliness, therefore it is unclear to me why I may not 
look upon it." 
Such a strange expression grew upon the face of Lialt that surely did I feel concern for his 
health. Full flushed his face became to underscore the unnamable expression, and wide-
eyed did he stare upon me. 
"In the name of the Serene Oneness, am I fated to ever have the wench put such questions 
to me?" he demanded of the air about us. "Perhaps it would be best to put the matter thusly," 
said he to me in a manner most precise, his light eyes seriously upon me. "Would it please 
you to stand bare before me when I have not so much as smiled upon you, not to speak of 


drawn you from the circle?" 
Again was my confusion increased, yet had I learned time and again that confusion was ever 
the preferred circumstance of males, and a warrior did well overlooking strange utterances. 
Therefore I sought not to give meaning to the meaningless, but gave answer to what I might. 
"It is the purpose of a male to be pleasing in the eyes of a warrior," I explained as precisely as 
had he, moving some small bit in the furs to ease the wounds. "Should a male please a 
warrior, for what reason would she object to his also finding pleasure in the sight of her? It is 
only when the male is displeasing that she might object. Do you feel yourself displeasing to 
me, Lialt?" 
Naught save a deep groan greeted my words, for Lialt had put his head down upon his furs, 
his arms afold upon his face, his body unmoving. Then came mumbling sounds, as though 
Lialt spoke to the arms upon his face, yet naught intelligible came to me. Abruptly, then, he 
removed arms from face and turned to reach for the flame within the metal. Again a single 
breath pitched us to full darkness, and only then did Lialt speak so that I might hear him. 
"Wench, I shall say no more than one further thing upon the matter," came his angered voice, 
"and then there shall be silence! It is the place of the female to be pleasing to the male, not 
the other way about! You shall obey my wishes as I put them to you, and I shall have no 
further questions of the sort you have already attempted! In time shall you learn all which was 
never taught you earlier, and now we will sleep!" 
There came the soft sound of Lialt's movement within his furs, but no further words. In 
annoyance, I moved within my own furs, for Lialt's words did not sit well with me. No call had 
there been for him to speak so, yet what reasons do males require for what they do? All 
warriors know well the lack of reason behind the actions of males, and as Lialt wished no 
further questions, so would he also receive no further explanations. Upon such a decision did 
I seek my own sleep within the darkness, and despite all, had little difficulty in finding it. 
Upon the following day, with the light at its highest, the conveyance halted a short time, and 
then Lialt brought to me a bit of nilno, cut small and awash in broth. Both did I feed upon with 
great pleasure, and no notice did Lialt take to the fact that I spoke no word to him. When I 
had finished with the nilno, the journey once more resumed, halting again at darkness. A 
larger portion of boiled nilno and various vegetables, principally soft, white fellin tubers and 
green gemild, was this time presented me, and much strength began to flow from the 
provender to my body. Still was I weak as a lenga cub, yet was I able to know that my 
wounds were on the mend. Ceralt made no further appearances; Lialt seemed pleased that I 
spoke not, and so did it go, for two further feyd. No more than twice did Lialt look upon the 
wounds beneath the cloth, and each time he grunted in satisfaction, saying no word, yet 
seeming pleased. Jalav attempted no denial of such treatment, for Jalav had not the strength 
to hold sword in hand, yet such would not continue forever. When Jalav was well, Lialt would 
speak words of apology upon his knees, a point of sharpened metal resting upon his throat. 
So had I seen it, and so would it be. 
With the light of the fourth fey came an awakening to a feeling of renewed ability. Much did I 
feel that Mida had once again smiled upon me, for greatly lessened was the pain in both 
limbs and body. The conveyance once more creaked upon its way, and easily did the solitude 
tempt me to try my new-found strength. Slowly, for otherwise would be foolishness, I raised 
myself to sitting upon the lenga pelt, and though some effort was necessary, the position was 
at last mine. Some dizziness visited me, and also was the ice-tinged air a discomfort, yet I sat 
where I had formerly lain, the pain increased nowhere save within my legs and thighs. 
Gingerly, I touched the cloth upon my right leg, debating the wisdom of removing it and the 
rest so that the wounds might be bared to the sight of Mida, allowing her to better promote 
their healing, yet did I see that such a course of action would be unnecessary. Well did Mida 
know of my wounds, for how else had I thus far healed? Far better to leave the cloth as it was 
a time, and see first to other things. 
Too chill was the air to move about bare as I was, therefore did I wrap myself within the top 
lenga pelt before I began to make my way to the gap in the cloth at the far end of the 
conveyance. Somewhat littered with dirt and leaves was the wooden floor of the conveyance, 
yet I pulled myself through it, one finger-length each time, sweat forming upon my forehead 
and between my breasts from the effort. The distance had not at first seemed far, little more 
than half the entire six pace length of the conveyance, yet when I halted to rest and judge my 
progress, no closer than two paces was I to the opening. Resolutely I lowered my head once 
more, and resumed my crawl. 
Many long, painful reckid later, I lay at last beneath the opening in the cloth. My breath came 
in gasps, shaking my now aching body with its violence, my arms and legs flaming with angry 
pain which turned them leaden, yet had my goal now been reached. My back, too, throbbed 


somewhat, yet not as badly as it once had, and such gave me great encouragement. I know 
not how long I lay unmoving beneath the opening, setting my attention upon the creaking 
movement about me. Only do I know that quite some time passed before I was able to force 
my cheek from the dirty, vibrating wood. One hand holding the lenga pelt about me, I used 
the other to pull myself to my knees by the raised wooden side of the conveyance, and at last 
was I able to see what was about me. 
Through deeply forested and untenanted lands we moved, the gray-blue skies bright above 
tall shedding trees. Of red and gold and orange were the leaves of those trees, those that yet 
hung upon branches, yet vastly more lay upon the ground beside bushes of bare branches, 
cold fire in the chill of a land with warmth gone away. Beside and behind the conveyance, at 
some small distance, rode more than four hands of males, clad as Lialt and Ceralt had been, 
in leathers and belts of shining metal. Little notice did I take of the males themselves, for their 
mounts quickly grasped my attention. Warriors rode scaled and clawed gandod, city males 
rode long-maned and hoofed kand, yet these males, called Belsayah riders by Lialt, rode 
great beasts whose like I had never before seen. Fully half again as large as kand and 
gandod were the beasts, of a white so pure that nearly did one's eyes burn to look upon 
them, and long was the fur upon them, thick and silky and magnificent. No leather seats such 
as those used by city males were upon them, these Belsayah males making do with single, 
broad straps about the beasts' bellies and backs, and also there were no reins. A single 
length of thin leather, looped about the beast's nose and thereupon leading back to the rider's 
hand, sufficed as control. Highly spirited did the mounts appear, yet their riders controlled 
them with small difficulty. 
Aching were the wounds in my thighs as I, upon my knees, gazed out at that which 
surrounded me, but I did not go back to my place. Bright was the light which shone down 
upon the males and their mounts and the landscape all about, yet bleak was the feeling within 
me, for I knew naught of the strange land through which I moved. Far distant were the lands 
of the Hosta, the lands of my sisters and my birth, and greater grew the distance with each 
pace and length we traveled. Long would it be before I once again looked upon the face of 
Rilas, Keeper of our clans of the Midanna, and I wondered if ever I would again look upon 
her. Against the chill, I pulled the lenga pelt closer so that I might huddle within it, alone as a 
Hosta had never before been, alone and helpless among enemies. Was I destined to once 
again ride free, or had I been given into the hands of males forever? The cold put a great 
shuddering upon me, and the bleakness of the fey in my heart rose to overwhelm me. 
In no more than a hand of reckid was my new-found strength gone, and wearily I lowered 
myself to the wooden floor once more, and lay where I had not the ability to move from. Great 
was the ache in which I was wrapped, and deep was my despair, and surely did I wish to give 
myself over to hopelessness and defeat; however surrender was not possible while I yet 
lived, no matter how enticing the idea. With difficulty I attempted to regain what I might of 
strength. 
Quickly must exhausted sleep have claimed me, for the first I knew of the halt of the 
conveyance was the sound of Lialt's voice, raised in outraged exclamation above me. Slowly, 
I opened my eyes to see his angered face, hanging within the opening above where I lay, the 
balance of his body still without the conveyance. 
"What have you done?" he demanded, stepping across me to enter the conveyance. In his 
hand was a metal bowl, and quickly did he place it beside the other lenga pelt which was 
mine before returning to where I lay. With no effort was I lifted in his arms, and a moment 
later was I placed again upon the pelt which I had left so long before. Lialt seemed angry as 
he unwrapped me from the pelt I had taken with me, and examined my wounds. When all 
was done and the pelt again placed upon me, Lialt's light, accusing eyes moved to my face. 
Though there had been no blood beneath the cloth, still was the male grim with disapproval. 
"Now I shall know what foolishness possessed you to attempt such a thing!" he growled, a fist 
upon his knees. "The Serene Oneness alone must have kept the wounds from opening, and I 
care little for seeing my work so casually undone! For what senseless, female reason do you 
move about the wagon, wench?" 
Much did Lialt's words anger me, and much would I have joyed in deriding his actions as he 
did mine, yet was I still not of a mind to address him. Stonily, silently, I returned his glare, and 
greatly did his anger grow. 
"I will have an answer!" he shouted, taking my face in his large hand. "What did you think to 
accomplish other than your own destruction? Even one so clearly marked by the Snows as 
you are cannot be thought to be indestructible! Speak to me, wench, else shall I see you 
soundly punished!" 
"What has happened?" came Ceralt's voice, and then the second male entered the 


conveyance and approached us. Still did Lialt look upon me sourly, and with much anger did 
he turn his head to Ceralt. 
"Brother, the wench's stubbornness is not to be borne!" he snapped. "At the wagon's 
entrance did I find her, insensible from the effort necessary to reach it, yet does she refuse to 
speak of her purpose in doing such a thing! Am I to labor at restoring her, merely to see her 
spit upon my council? So willful a child surely begs to be punished, and wise would you be to 
see it done!" 
Ceralt did not immediately reply, yet his eyes came to me, sharp with displeasure and 
disapproval. Many times had the male looked upon me so, and each time had I in some 
manner regretted the look, for Ceralt had not hesitated to make his displeasure known. 
Uncomfortably, I moved within the lenga pelts, and slowly Ceralt nodded. 
"Indeed she shall be punished," he murmured thoughtfully. "First must she be made well. Has 
she eaten as yet?" 
"No," responded Lialt, having been reminded of the bowl he had fetched. Immediately was 
the bowl retrieved, and then were its contents fed to me, Lialt's arm tight about my shoulders. 
Little stomach had I for the thin nilno stew, yet was I made to take all of it, Ceralt's low-browed 
eyes not moving from me the while. Sternly did I berate myself for allowing such treatment to 
be done to a Hosta war leader, yet Ceralt was not Lialt, and well did I know this. With the 
stew done and Lialt's arm gone from around me, I turned to my right to take my sight from the 
males till they had gone, yet such was not quickly forthcoming. 
"I shall ride with her till we have reached our village," said Ceralt amid the sounds of rising. 
"Once there, she will not have further opportunity for disobedience." 
"I feel you are much too optimistic, brother," Lialt returned, a sour dryness to his tone. "The 
wench is one who will make her own opportunity." 
No further words were exchanged, Lialt departed, and Ceralt settled himself in broad silence. 
Heavy was the stew within me, causing discomfort, yet greater was the discomfort of Ceralt's 
presence. Fully did I feel his eyes upon me, and much did I wish to rise and leave, even 
would I have crawled willingly to escape, but such an attempt would have brought his hands 
to me, a thing I could not bear. As the conveyance again creaked to motion, I set myself upon 
my belly, my face turned away from him, and begged Mida for the release of sleep. Surely 
must I have at last found favor in her eyes, for quickly did the sleep come. 
The halt of the conveyance wakened me to find that darkness had once again fallen, yet was 
the darkness filled with much sound and movement as had not heretofore been the case. 
Torches blinked in movement in the darkness, voices called one to another, laughter flowed 
in greeting footfalls approached and moved about. No longer uninhabited was the darkness 
without, and I moved myself to sitting, hoping for some view of those who surrounded us. 
"Stay as you are," came the voice of Ceralt from the near darkness, and then was the sound 
of his movement. "You shall have sight of your new home soon enough." 
"My place is with Midanna," I muttered, more to myself than to the male. It was a thought I 
must keep firmly with me, one to hold to in the presence of this male. No answer did he 
make, and no time was there for the heavy cold to enter my uncovered backbone, for then 
came Lialt to the opening with a metal-enclosed flame, and quickly did I learn the reason for 
his remaining without the conveyance. In one motion was I lifted in Ceralt's arms, both furs 
surrounding me, and then was I carried toward where Lialt awaited us. 
"There is no weight left to you," muttered Ceralt in disapproval as he moved carefully to the 
opening. "The stronger you grow, the more I shall see you eat to return the flesh to your 
bones. I do not care to see you so." 
His light eyes did not look upon me, for he studied his path, and most grateful was I for that. 
Even in the dimness was I able to see the cords in his neck, unstrained by my weight, leading 
to his shoulders, one of which I now rested against. Surely had I the choice, I would once 
again have walked the lines rather than remain so near to him, yet was the choice not mine. 
One broad hand rested against my side, not far from where a Silla spear had touched me, 
and surely was the touch of that hand the more painful of the two. Nearly lost to such thought 
was I, therefore did I turn my gaze to where we went, if only to save my sanity. 
Lialt retreated a step to allow Ceralt exit, and many were the folk who stood all about us, 
gazing with approval upon the male who held me. Many dwellings were there about us also, 
difficult to see in the darkness, and then were there many males moving near, cutting off view 
of all else. Large were these males, dark of hair and skin as Ceralt and Lialt, and also clad as 
they, in leathers and belts of silver, yet none others seemed to have the light eyes of my 
captors. Dark-eyed were they, as dark-eyed as I, and the eyes of one seemed to be dark with 
anger as well. Fully as large as Ceralt was this male, though with many more kalod to his 
age, and angrily did he push forward before the grinning welcome of the others. 


"What means this?" demanded the male of Ceralt, his hand awave toward the conveyance 
and myself. "Has our High Rider become so fond of city ways that he must return with tainted 
city women? For shame, Ceralt! I had thought better of you!" 
Very slightly did Ceralt's hold upon me tighten, though his gaze upon the other male held 
naught save mildness. "In truth, Uncle, I had not known I held such esteem in your thoughts," 
said he, and the skin of the other darkened in the torchlight. "Nevertheless," continued Ceralt 
with mildness, "I would set your mind at rest. The wench is no city woman, but is the one 
spoken of by the Snows. Should her health return with sufficient rapidity, she shall ride upon 
the journey of the Snows, in company with Lialt and myself." 
"Indeed, she has not the look of a city female," the uncle said low, his forehead awrinkle. 
"Should she truly be the one spoken of by the Snows, she shall be welcomed," the male 
allowed stiffly. "Such, however, remains to be seen. In whose halyar is she to dwell till the 
time of questioning?" 
Again Ceralt's grip upon me tightened. "She shall dwell in my halyar," said he, nearly as stiffly 
as the other had spoken. "The wench now belongs to me." 
Much muttering again arose with the announcement, and many gasps from the females who 
stood behind the males accompanied it as well. Defiantly Ceralt stood in the face of all, and 
near to explosion did the male before him seem. 
"I shall do no more than ask the required questions," choked the male, his fists clenched 
tightly at his sides, perhaps to keep them from the knife at his belt. Greatly disturbed was he, 
for no reason easily apparent. "From what circle was she drawn?" he demanded. "Before 
which elder was this accomplished? With what approval did her father look upon these 
acts?" 
With teeth clenched Ceralt stood before those demands, angered yet voiceless. Little 
understanding had I of what eventuated between these two, yet I knew the look of one who 
was an enemy. He called uncle was not fond of Ceralt, and surely did Ceralt mean to defy 
him in some manner, yet Lialt approached his brother and placed hand upon arm before 
further words might be spoken. 
"Ceralt, it is not wise to gainsay custom," advised Lialt softly, a compassionate look to his 
eyes. "All may be properly seen to with the blessing of the Serene Oneness. Surely, there is 
little need at the moment to defy the oldest custom of our people? The girl will not be 
prepared to receive you for some time." 
Unmoving was Ceralt, seemingly unhearing as well, and then his eyes came to me. Much 
had I disliked his claimed ownership of me, and such must he have seen in my own eyes, for 
capitulation came to him then, and slowly he nodded. 
"Very well," said he, his voice weary. "It shall be as custom demands, and I shall draw her 
from the circle in due time. Now must we find a halyar for her as quickly as possible. I would 
have her out of the cold as she is not accustomed to it." 
"Desslar's halyar is as yet untenanted," offered a voice from those males who stood about. 
"With a bit of cleaning, it should do her." 
"The cleaning is not immediately necessary," said Ceralt with a nod. "Do you go now, 
Cimilan, and light one fire." The male nodded and left at a run, and Ceralt turned his gaze to 
the male called uncle. "In this shall matters go as you wish, Uncle," said he to the tight-lipped 
male. "Do not presume to think it shall ever be so. I am High Rider in my father's place not 
merely through birth." 
Such coldness was there in Ceralt's tone that the male before him did not attempt to give 
further voice to his outrage. For a moment the two stood eye to eye, and then the older male 
reluctantly backed a pace. He who held me took the path silently, with shoulders straight, and 
many males with torches accompanied us, leaving he called uncle to stand within the 
darkness. With deliberation was I carried to a small dwelling, all of dark-appearing wood, and 
then inside. He who had been called Cimilan had begun a small blaze in the fireplace in a 
corner of the room, and little was there to be seen by it, save the bare surrounding of the 
single room. Stale and musty was the air in the dwelling, speaking clearly of its previous 
emptiness, and all in all, I liked it not. The tents of the Hosta gave none of the trapped, 
closed-in feel that this dwelling did, and much like the dwellings of those of the cities was it, 
soulless and not for those who are fond of freedom. Despite the cold of the air of the 
darkness, I determined that I would not long stay in a dwelling such as that. 
Gently did Ceralt place me upon the wooden floor not far from the fire, and a moment later 
Lialt appeared, a wooden bowl in his hands, a skin of water hung over his shoulder. First I 
drank from the skin, for a great thirst had overtaken me, and then I fed from the contents of 
the bowl. Undoubtedly not nilno was the meat cut up therein, yet was it edible to some small 
degree, being much too well cooked by the fire. Somewhat discomforted was I as I fed, for 


the males with torches stood about silently, eyeing me with an interest I could not fathom. No 
more than my shoulders and cloth-bound arms were visible about the lenga pelt, yet did they 
stare upon me where I lay against Lialt's arm, being fed the cuts of meat. At last, I would have 
no more of such stares, and firmly refused the balance of the meat, thinking to be rid of the 
males along with the remnants of the meal. Lialt was not pleased with my decision, yet he 
accepted it, spilling the meat from the bowl before taking a thin fold of cloth from his leather 
chest covering, and emptying its contents in the place of the meat. When water was added to 
that which had been in the cloth, I grew apprehensive, recalling the many potions given me at 
various times by males, and attempted to deny the drink, yet Lialt and Ceralt would have 
none of it. Easily did they force the drink upon me, holding me unmoving as I choked and 
sputtered, and then a great weariness came up from my feet, covering me heavily till at last I 
knew no more. 

CH 5. A new place of capture-and a questioning by males 
Foul was the taste in my mouth when I awakened to the new light coming through dingy 
windows. I lay upon my back a moment, recalling with anger the potion which had been 
forced upon me, wondering as to its purpose. Though the fire burned high and hot not far 
from where I lay, no other remained within the room to feed it. Perhaps the potion had merely 
been meant to cause sleep to take me, yet I could not fail to remember the slave-potion 
Ceralt and the other males of Bellinard had used to capture the Hosta in their own home 
tents. Devious are males, and seldom forthright, and unhappy was the fey that first saw their 
paths entwined with those of warriors. 
Crossly, I moved myself to sitting, and then found the air within the dwelling much less chill by 
cause of the warmth of the fire. I threw the covering pelt from me, firstly to increase my 
comfort, and secondly to examine the state of my wounds. As soon as my legs were again 
able to bear my weight, I would find some manner of escaping the hold of these males and 
returning to my own land. 
Slowly and clumsily I unwrapped the cloth from about my right calf. The wound upon my leg 
showed itself only partially healed, a raw, red slash still clear evidence of the one-time 
presence of a Silla spear. Easily might Helis have allowed me a sword, yet the Silla war 
leader had not chosen to do so, choosing instead to await me at the end of the lines. Should 
she and I ever face one another again, sorely would she regret her former actions. All do act 
through the will of Mida, yet oft times Mida does no more than allow us our choice of actions-
and their consequences. Helis had had her choice of actions, and one fey, Mida willing, the 
consequences would also be hers. 
Abruptly, then, the door to the dwelling opened, allowing in a gust of cold air along with the 
form of a young female. Dark of hair and eyes was this female, of a size slightly greater than 
other city females, and strangely clad was she. No cloth was her covering but leather, closed 
to either side of her body by long leather ties, and about her waist was a belt of copper-
colored metal, hugging the leather to her and displaying her form beneath it. The covering 
itself fell only to her knees, for below it, rising from her feet, were fur wrappings of the sort 
Lialt and Ceralt had worn. 
"But you are not to sit up!" the female blurted, her pretty face distressed as she stepped the 
closer. "And what have you done to the bandage? Oh, Lialt will be furious!" Quickly she 
glanced at the door. "Lialt will be here in no more than a moment," she fussed, seemingly in 
consternation. "Come, I will assist you in replacing the furs before his appearance." 
"Jalav does not care for the orders of strangers," I informed the female, my eyes holding her 
once-again widened ones. "Jalav shall replace the covering when it is her wish to do so." 
Though my tone had held naught save mild annoyance, surely did the female behave as 
though faced with swordthreat. Carefully, her hand left the pelt I yet held, and in a slow 
scrabbling manner she backed away from where I sat. Her face, though she had the kalod to 
be a fully blooded warrior, appeared to be that of a child, frightened, unsure, open and 
vulnerable. 
In a thin, quivering voice she began, "I did not mean to-" and then her eyes fell upon my 
wound. Pale she grew, and even more unsteady, and again the large, dark eyes returned to 
me. "I had not known what manner of hurt you had sustained," she whispered, clearly 
touched. "The pain must hold you in constant grip. How might such a thing have come to 
be?" 
Little understanding had I of the female's actions, yet did I feel as though I spoke with a child 
of the clans, one far from knowledge of warriorhood and the ways of Mida. No warrior might 
honorably feel anger toward one such, nor does a warrior heap upon such a child knowledge 
which it is unnecessary for her to have. Never would the one before me prove a warrior, 


therefore had I little reason to give detail which would frighten. 
"The manner of arrival of such things is unimportant." I shrugged, attempting a soothing 
smile. "Rest assured that the wounds heal well and rapidly, and soon shall be no more. How 
are you called, girl?" 
"I am Tarla," said she quite eagerly, her face brightening. "I am most pleased to know you, 
Jalav, and I shall come each fey to see to your comfort. May I do you some service now?" 
This female appeared as eager to please as my male Fideran had been, and surely did the 
thought cause me to smile in amusement. Not often is a Hosta warrior served so by a female, 
and never had I known such service till it became necessary to move among the places of 
males. Males are ever unable to fend for themselves, ever in need of one to do for them. This 
Tarla seemed well suited to the needs of males, and had undoubtedly been trained by them 
to be so. Child though she was, still was she a slave-woman to males, as are most city 
females, and now had her services been offered to me. 
The thought came that a water skin might be well received by my throat, and just as I began 
to voice the thought the door opened once again, bringing a breath of cold and Lialt within 
side by side. Lialt quickly closed the door behind him, and as he did so, the female Tarla 
gasped in upset and rose to her feet. 
"You must not enter, Pathfinder!" Tarla exclaimed, one hand extended before her as though 
to keep Lialt away by main strength. "Jalav is not yet prepared for you, and your presence 
now is improper!" 
"My presence now is necessary, wench," Lialt snorted, striding forward toward where I sat. 
"Jalav shall not be allowed the time to prepare as she most wishes to. And what has been 
done here?" 
Sternly did the male look upon me with renewed anger, for he had seen the cloth I had 
removed from the wound. His light eyes flashed with disapproval, much as Ceralt's were wont 
to do, and his broad, dark face creased in a frown. Deliberately, I reached out toward the 
cloth upon my left leg. 
"All know that a wound kept from the sight of Mida cannot be thought to heal as rapidly as 
one exposed to her vision," I murmured as I loosened the cloth. "Lialt need have little 
concern, and may now go about his business-elsewhere." 
Lialt knelt immediately and grasped my wrists in large, angry, male hands. "I grow 
exceedingly weary of a wench who doesn't restrain her tongue!" he snapped, the strength of 
his grip tightening about my wrists. "Lialt's coming and going may be dictated by the will of 
Ceralt, but none other may so direct him, and most certainly not a girl child! You will lie quietly 
in accordance with my wishes, and will not touch the bandage I place upon you, else will you 
be well punished! Heed my words, Jalav, for I have no further patience to spend upon you!" 
Much did Lialt's anger cause my own to blaze, and truly did I attempt to escape his grip. 
"Jalav is no slave-woman to be spoken to so!" I hissed, twisting at his hold. "Jalav may be 
directed by none save Mida, for Jalav is proven war leader of the Hosta! Should Lialt wish her 
obedience, he may face her with sword in hand, and thereby earn final obedience-or find that 
he has pledged his own! Choose now, male, and rest assured that your blood shall be 
dedicated to Mida in a proper manner!" 
Numb had my wrists grown beneath the pressure of Lialt's fingers, yet the male seemed 
unaware of the state he caused. His features seemed in some manner shadowed as he 
stared without movement at my indignation. No sound was there save the snap of the fire and 
the breathing of the two city-folk in my company, and then did Lialt think to bestir himself. 
"I do not fail to note the sincerity in your offer," said he quite softly, though something of anger 
yet remained. "I am appalled that a wench might be raised so, to fancy herself the match of a 
man with a man's weapons, yet was it clear long ago that much must be taught you. The 
greater part of your teaching will come from Ceralt, yet there is that which may be supplied by 
me. I shall not shirk my duty." 
With those words I was forced flat upon the lenga pelt, and kept so as Lialt replaced the cloth 
about my right leg also tightening that which I had begun to loosen upon my left leg. Much did 
I rage and call down Mida's wrath upon his head, yet were my words unheeded by the male, 
he uncaring as he went about that which he wished done. The blows I rained upon the arm 
and back of Lialt were as naught by cause of my weakness. Tarla stood atremble with 
distress, fearful of the male's anger as a warrior would never be. Had it been Fayan or Larid 
who stood there, quickly would Lialt have found himself struck upon the head with firewood, 
or the object of merciless attack, but were my warriors far behind me, unable to aid their war 
leader. Alone among enemies was Jalav, subject to the whim of males. However Jalav was 
on the mend, soon to be well and strong again. Such thought sustained me as Lialt turned 
from my legs. 


"I shall see you fed before I go," said he as though I had never raised hand to him, and then 
his eyes moved upon me as they had never before done. Widely did he grin at that which 
took his eye, and much approval did he find in the sight of my breasts, his eyes leaving them 
reluctantly to come to my face. "You are a well-made wench, that I'll grant," said he with a 
lightness which caused my teeth to clench. "As you find the covering of your body 
unnecessary, I shall recommend to Ceralt that he display you so before the elders this fey 
when they call. Perhaps they shall be sufficiently distracted to cause less difficulty than they 
currently propose to do." 
With a snarl for his words, my hand immediately reached for the cast-off pelt, but he held it 
where it lay against my outraged pull. 
"Ah, no," said he grinning. "You may not now cover yourself. Perhaps I shall allow it later, 
should I be pleased with your conduct. Tarla, wane some falum for Jalav, so that she may 
properly invest her halyar with her presence." 
I lay in helpless outrage as the girl Tarla hurried to obey the word of Lialt. With nervous 
fingers did she take a small, metal pot and hang it over the fire. Quickly an odor arose from 
the pot she tended with stirring wood, an odor of grains admixed with salt, and I knew I 
wished none of it. In a hand of reckid, Tarla dipped out a wooden potful of that which had 
been called falum, and then brought it to where I lay. 
"With Lialt's permission, I would offer falum of my own self, Jalav," said the girl as she knelt 
beside me. "Ever do Belsayah partake of falum as their first true meal within the walls of a 
new halyar, thereby asking the blessings of the Serene Oneness upon themselves and their 
undertakings. I offer you welcome to our village, sister, and also offer up a prayer for your 
well-being." 
She was smiling, and soft were the words she addressed to me, for she spoke clearly of 
custom one did well to accept and abide by-yet I had not come to her village of my own 
accord. Many times had I followed custom of others, accepting that as the duty of a war 
leader, yet Lialt's knee upon my hair showed well that I was prisoner rather than guest and 
therefore free of the requirements which bind a guest. I turned my face from her, saying, "One 
does not extend hospitality to captives. Your actions are mistaken, girl." 
"She is naught save a child of savages, Tarla," said Lialt with great gentleness, speaking 
across to me. "To feel pain from that which she does in ignorance is futile, for one cannot 
instruct when obscured by tears. Each of us must instruct her as best we may, and perhaps 
one fey she, too, shall feel tears for that which she has done." 
Lialt took possession of the wooden pot, turning his attention to me. I lay upon the pelt I had 
lain upon so long, feeling within me the echo of the word, "savage." "Savage" had the 
slaveguards of Belinard called me, as a "savage" had Ceralt once looked upon me, and much 
loathing did I feel for the word. Not warrior was I to them, nor war leader, but "savage," one to 
be looked down upon and scorned. And I sought memory of the lands of Midanna, a land 
fraught with danger, yet one which was mine. 
"The falum should be eaten while still warm," said Lialt, and his arm began to circle my 
shoulders. "Come, Jalav. You may sit the while you eat." 
In such a manner did the male speak to me. You are to feed, Jalav. You may sit, Jalav. No 
matter my will in the matter, Lialt would see his own will done. As the male's arm raised me, I 
reached out and knocked the pot from his grasp, sending it to the dirt-covered floor, where its 
contents might spill and spread. A low curse escaped the male's lips as his eyes followed the 
path of the pot, his hand futilely areach for that which was already lost, and then was his 
anger sent toward me once more. 
"Indeed are you the spawn of Sigurr!" he spat, as his arm tightened about me. "As you wish it, 
so shall it be!" 
Then did he let me fall once more to the lenga pelt, causing sharp pain to stab at my sides 
and arms, and quickly did he gain his feet. Though no sound had passed my lips to give 
evidence of the pain, still had Tarla seen its track across my face, and compassion took her 
features as she moved the closer, extending her arms as though to offer aid. Surely would 
she have touched me had Lialt not returned, two lengths of leather from a wall peg in his 
hands, determination in his manner, and brusquely did he reach past her to me, and roughly 
was I thrust to my belly upon the furs, Lialt drawing my wrists behind me to fasten them there 
with the leather, then doing the same to my ankles. Such a doing twisted my wounded skin as 
it should not have been twisted, and my stomach heaved from that and from the odor of the 
pelts beneath my face, yet I made no protest nor outcry, for how may a captive protest the 
doings of her captors? With some difficulty did I grapple with the queasiness as Lialt bade 
Tarla fetch further falum, yet when Lialt turned me to him once more, a fresh pot of falum in 
his hand, no sign of my battle did I show to him. 


Overwarm was the room and the air within, and moisture touched my body at many points, 
and the arm of Lialt was most unwelcome. Firmly, I attempted to refuse the heated grain, yet 
this Lialt would not accept, forcing the pot to my lips. Much of it spattered my body, Lialt's 
leathers, the furs and the floor, yet much of it entered me as well. Coughing and choking, I 
was made to feed as Lialt wished, and with the pot emptied, he did naught save return me to 
the pelt beneath me and take himself from the dwelling, his low-muttering voice reviling all 
womankind. Urgently did my stomach insist that it would soon empty itself of all placed 
therein, but I only lay as I had been placed, upon my bound wrists, and refused to hear the 
protestations of my innards. The sweat of illness ran between my breasts, finding smears of 
falum which must be circled, and my eyes closed in near defeat, for how may a warrior fight 
the strength of a male? From a great distance off, I felt the touch of a hand upon my brow, yet 
the words of a question spoken by Tarla did not reach me, flowing low and slow about the 
whirlpool in which I spun. Then the hand withdrew and the voice as well, and the darkness 
came in their stead. 
When once again my eyes opened, no longer did the leather hold me, no longer did the falum 
cover me, no longer was the cast-off pelt apile beside me. A moistened cloth touched my 
face, held by a sad-eyed Tarla upon my right, and to my left, cross-legged, sat Ceralt. Beyond 
Ceralt, by a window through which he gazed, stood Lialt, no victory apparent in the slope of 
his shoulders, no joy visible in the bend of his head. Slightly did I move beneath the fur which 
covered me, for its presence was discomfort, and immediately Ceralt looked at me, keenly 
questioning. No wish had I to meet his gaze, yet his hand came to my face and turned it to 
him, his fingers gentle and warm upon my skin. 
"How do you fare?" he asked, his voice overly soft as though at the urging of great anger. I 
could not take my face from the hand in which it was held. 
"I fare as do all captives," I made answer, no longer avoiding his gaze. "My value in trade is 
not much diminished, therefore may you set your mind at rest." 
"As I thought," growled Ceralt, the anger ablaze in his eyes as he released me and rose to his 
feet. "See you now my meaning, Lialt?" 
"Ceralt, it matters not," protested Lialt, his face full to his brother's. "None know as well as I 
how sorely she was wounded, yet I bound her in leather, increasing her pain. I did not inform 
you of my doings to have you place the blame upon her!" 
"The blame must be placed where it most belongs," said Ceralt, his hand upon Lialt's 
shoulder. "Ever has she been so, able to tear at a man's pride so that he wishes to do naught 
save show her her vulnerability. She knows not where she stands among men for none have 
taught her. When I have drawn her from the circle, she will begin to learn, yet now her 
manner must be borne. Are you able to wait for full punishment to come to her?" 
Lialt shook his head and turned away. "I know not," said he, his back to Ceralt, his hand arub 
upon his neck. "Sooner would I tend a true hadat, for she seeks ever to oppose my will. Is 
there naught you may do, Ceralt?" 
"I may do no more than take some part of the burden from you," replied Ceralt, turning once 
more to study me where I lay. "I shall assist you with her feeding, and shall also seek a 
punishment which might be given her now. In such a manner might we all survive her 
healing." 
With dry humor had Ceralt spoken, yet no humor was there in his eyes, as though I had not 
the right to protest my captivity. Odd are males in their thoughts and beliefs, yet no males had 
I known as odd as Ceralt and Telion and Galiose and their ilk. As a child, I had been told that 
for three or four to fall upon one was cowardly and evil, for one grants single combat even to 
blood enemies, yet large numbers are used in the capture of males to keep the males from 
harm. Should one wish to challenge a male, one warrior would suffice, yet it is the male's 
seed, not his blood, that one seeks from a sthuvad. What, then, might a male seek from a 
warrior whom he takes captive, one who wishes naught of him? To live with the hatred of 
another seems ill to me, yet so do males choose to live when they take an unwilling female. 
In confusion did I shake my head, finding great frustration in lack of understanding, yet 
naught was there I might do for it. 
"Truly I, too, shall soon require healing," said Lialt, the beginnings of a grin upon his face as 
he turned once more to me. "She tries me sorely, brother, and I cannot see what interest she 
holds for you." 
"Were she in her normal dress," laughed Ceralt, "her attraction would be more visible, yet 
even such bounty is not the reason I desire her." He crouched slowly then, to put his hand 
upon my face, his eyes searching deep within me. "There is some lure, some need acalling 
that draws me," he murmured, his nearness and the smell of his leathers nearly 
overwhelming me. "I knew her for mine when first I laid eyes upon her, knew then, too, she 


would never escape me, but knew not for some time the manner in which she might be 
approached. Now that knowledge, too, is mine, yet it may not be used as she is. All must wait 
upon her healing, yet the will of the Snows may refuse to wait. Have you seen aught 
further?" 
"No," replied Lialt, his hand upon Ceralt's shoulder. "The Snows blow with great turbulence, 
showing the approach of much of importance, yet naught with definition have I seen. Would 
you have me search further?" 
"I do not seek to bring the time upon us," said Ceralt with a shake of his head, a sigh in his 
voice. "I feel it best that we refrain from prodding at the sleeping torcho, lest it waken 
prematurely and devour us all." His eyes met mine. "And you," said he, a touch of asperity to 
his tone. "Captive have you named yourself, yet you are mistaken. No captive are you but an 
unclaimed wench-till I choose to have you otherwise. Do not give me further cause to seek 
punishment for you. There shall be no pleasure for you in such an undertaking, nor shall your 
pride find further salve in pain. Should you wish to avoid humiliation, do not set yourself 
against me." 
With such words did Ceralt rise and gesture Lialt with him, both taking leave of the dwelling 
with no further look for me. Much relieved was I at his departure, for greatly did the presence 
of the male disturb me, and I knew not how to deal with the weakness. I turned to my belly in 
great upset, barely noticing the remnants of my body's aches, deeply concerned with those 
feelings which held me in their grip. I had no fear of Ceralt, although I much feared that which 
sight of him brewed within me. Well did I know that he cared naught for me, thinking only and 
ever of my value, yet I knew not why I could not keep his acts of betrayal clearly in mind when 
he stood before me. With the capture of the Hosta had he betrayed me, with the recovery of 
the third Crystal of Mida had he betrayed me-yet his broad chest and dark, unruly hair drove 
such thoughts from me, his light eyes and caressing hands filling my thoughts with naught 
save the feel of him against me and within me. Truly did I wish myself city slave-woman, so 
that I might run and hide from that which I feared. Mida allows no fear to her warriors, a law I 
had never before found fault with, yet I knew not the manner in which I might face this fear. 
"Do not upset yourself so, Jalav," came Tarla's hesitant voice from behind me. "The High 
Rider will not allow harm to come to you, for he means to draw you from the circle. That he 
smiles upon you is your good fortune." 
I raised my head to gaze at her across my shoulder, and saw that she knelt not far from me, 
her dark eyes wide and worried. No longer did she wear the fur wrappings about her feet, 
they being stood neatly beside a wall, and she knelt back upon bare heels, her hands at rest 
in her lap. Much of the slave was there in Tarla the female, but worse than useless would it 
have been to remark on it. I turned again with a sigh, coaxing my abused arms to raise me to 
sitting and then looked bleakly upon her. 
"I have noticed few smiles of late from Ceralt," said I. "What is this circle of which all speak, 
and in what manner is one drawn from it?" 
"Surely you jest." Tarla smiled in disbelief. "Do not all men everywhere draw their women 
from the circle of choice?" 
Again I sighed, for ever must it seem to those who do not travel that their ways are followed 
the world over. Much had I, myself, believed so in some part, yet had my wandering taught 
me otherwise. With a patience I did not truly feel, I smiled upon the female. 
"Never have I heard mention of the custom," said I, drawing my bound hair across my left 
shoulder so that I might loosen it. "Would you care to instruct me in the matter?" 
"With great pleasure," said she, eagerly. "I know not why your people fail to know of it, yet 
shall I assist you in your learning. The matter goes thusly: In the fall of her sixteenth kalod, 
each girl of the village must begin to place herself within the circle of choice, where the men 
of the village might lay claim to her. The circles are formed each time the darkness is unlit, an 
event which occurs each thirty-fifth fey, and all girls eligible are required to circle. Should a 
girl circle undrawn as many as six times, she is then withdrawn and sent to circle in a 
neighboring village. Many girls, with their father's permission, are sent to the circle sooner, for 
they have caught the eye of a man who does not care to wait for their sixteenth kalod, yet is 
the decision one for the men involved. Should the girl, at the younger age, be unprepared to 
receive a man, her father will not allow her to join the circle till the law directs his choice." 
That males should have such sway over their slave-women came as no surprise, yet the 
matter sat ill with me. Surely did they mean to extend such treatment to me, hoping to see me 
become slave to them, yet sooner would I stand beside Mida, though my work for her was as 
yet unfinished. 
"Entering the circle is a time of great excitement," continued Tarla. "Should a girl have been 
smiled upon by a man of the village, he will surely claim her then before all of the village. 


Some girls are of interest to more than one rider, and then does the claiming leather of each 
of them fall upon her, each attempting to draw her to his side, and then do the riders 
challenge one another, the winner taking the girl as his own. Surely, in such an instance, 
does the girl hope for the victory of the rider she prefers, for should the other prove victorious, 
it would be him she must serve." She sighed deeply then. "Can you not feel how marvelous it 
would be, Jalav, to be won by the man of your heart? To be his despite the attempts of 
others? Ever do I dream of being won so, of being carried to my father's halyar and first 
claimed there, and then taken to the halyar of the man of my heart, there to serve his every 
need. Upon my knees would I serve him, and gladly, yet must I wait a kalod longer, for my 
father will not see me within the circle sooner. But what shall I do if he does not wait?" 
Carried off by a male indeed! Surely would Tarla have thought the capture of the Hosta by the 
males of Ranistard "marvelous." Hosta knew naught of such custom as she had described, 
being properly unconcerned with the wishes of males. At no time were the wishes of the 
males consulted, for such would have been foolishness. I drew my fingers through the tangle 
of my unbound hair, and thought with annoyance upon the matter of the circle of choice. 
"Your hair is very long and beautiful," said Tarla with her usual shyness, her previous distress 
seemingly overcome. "I shall comb it for you so that you may feel more presentable at the 
appearance of the elders." 
She rose from her place and went toward a small, round platform beside the wall to the right 
of the fireplace, and drew therefrom a thick comb of wood. The small, round platform had not 
been there when I had first been brought to the dwelling, and then did I see that much of the 
dirt of disuse had been removed from the room as well. The wooden floors were now without 
rubble and dust, the fireplace had been cleared before a new fire had been laid, and some 
layers of grease and dirt had been removed from the windows. Still was the room quite bare, 
with only the round platform and my furs, a few large metal hooks on the walls, yet had it 
been cleaned. Undoubtedly Tarla had been set to the doing, and without protest must she 
have obeyed. 
I made no refusal as Tarla set the comb to my hair, for I still had not the strength to move my 
arms so. Instead, I attempted to question the girl upon the matter of the forthcoming visit to 
those who had been called elders, yet naught did she know of their purpose, save that they 
would attempt to dispute the claims of Ceralt. Much interest had I in such news, for were it 
possible to deny Ceralt's assertions, then might I be released to go my own way. Naught 
would be lost in such an attempt and much might be gained, therefore did I resolve to do 
what I might to see it so. 
Tarla was nearly done with her combing when Ceralt and Lialt returned. I sat with my hair 
spread out about my arms and thighs as the door opened, and looked up to see the entrance 
of the males. Lialt frowned in usual disapproval over some matter, yet Ceralt halted a pace or 
two from the door, an odd, indescribable look within the deep, light pools of his eyes. With 
longing did those eyes hold to me, a longing well mixed with hot desire, and sharply did I 
recall the manner in which his heat used me, ever with strength, never to be denied. My 
fingers found the ends of my hair and grasped them nervously, for surely he meant to take 
me then to quench his heat. I, too, felt the stirrings of desire, yet would his use of me be most 
painful with the presence of my wounds, more painful even than the use of Nolthis had been. 
Quickly I lowered my gaze so that my eyes might not betray and shame me, and nearly did I 
miss the voice of Lialt. 
"Again she disobeys!" snapped Lialt, his annoyance clear even through my upset. "Have I not 
told her, again and again, that she is forbidden to sit so? Now would I see her punished, 
Ceralt, as you have promised!" 
No immediate answer was made by Ceralt, yet the sound of his step upon the wooden floor 
caused me to twist more vigorously at the ends of my hair where it lay upon the lenga pelt 
which covered me. Sooner would I have had his punishment than his caress, for his caress 
was true pain, yet his hand came to smooth my hair, and then the backs of his fingers 
touched my cheek. 
"Is a wench to be disallowed the combing of her hair, brother?" Ceralt asked most softly as he 
stood beside me. His hand went to a strand of my hair, and he drew it gently through his 
fingers as he crouched beside me. My cheek burned where he had touched it, and surely did 
I wish for the strength to draw away from him. "See how lovely she looks, Lialt. Her health 
and beauty return through your efforts-and those of Tarla. Never have I punished a wench for 
seeing to her appearance, yet should you ask it-" 
"Enough, brother!" laughed Lialt, no longer with anger in his voice. "Willingly do I grant the girl 
time for her beautifying, if only for your sake, yet does she now seem weary. I would see her 
rest a time, and then may the ministrations continue." 


"As you say, brother," Ceralt agreed, also with laughter. His hands took me by the arms and 
pressed me back toward the pelt beneath me, and surely did I think the thudding of my heart 
would be heard by all in the dwelling. Now would he use me, causing me to voice my pain, 
giving me shame before the others in my weakness. My eyes sought his, seeking a sign of 
when the thing would begin, and the laughter left his broad, dark face. 
"Lialt, see how pale she has become." Ceralt frowned, his eyes concerned. "And feel how 
she trembles beneath my hands. What ails her?" 
Lialt, too, came to crouch beside me, his hand upon my brow, yet was I unable to take my 
eyes from Ceralt. A silent moment of consideration did Lialt pass, and then he spoke. 
"I know not the why of it, brother," said Lialt somewhat in puzzlement, "yet does it seem that 
the wench fears you." 
"Fears me!" echoed Ceralt, shock and disbelief in his light eyes. "For what reason would she 
fear me?" 
The words of Lialt touched me with shock as well, and then indignation came, more strongly 
than the earlier apprehension. "Jalav fears no male!" said I with heat, attempting to twist from 
the hands of Ceralt. "Use me as you will, give me pain as you will, yet shall I look upon you 
with hate rather than fear! Do your worst; I do not fear you!" 
"Of what does she speak, Ceralt?" asked Lialt in confusion, his eyes turning toward his 
brother. "She is not yet strong enough to be drawn from the circle and used. For what reason 
would she believe you meant to use her?" 
Ceralt took a breath unto himself, and then he shook his head with a good deal of annoyance. 
"The wench knows me well, Lialt," said the male whose hands yet held my arms, whose eyes 
yet held mine. "I do indeed feel great desire for her this moment, yet does she know me less 
well than she believes. Despite the urgings of my desire, I shall not bed her till she is able to 
reply with the small amount of expertise I have thus far been able to teach her. Use of her 
now would be less than adequate, and I have not the patience for it." 
"Less than adequate!" I sputtered, full outrage upon me. 
"Small amount of-that you-!" Words failed me then, so great was my indignation, and the 
laughter of the males did naught to cool my outrage. Furiously, I struggled against the strong 
hands which held me, for many males had felt themselves honored to be allowed the sharing 
of my sleeping leather long before the appearance of this prancing he-wrettan, Ceralt! And 
now does he calmly announce-! 
"Gently, Jalav, gently," laughed Ceralt, greatly amused as he held to me. His light eyes 
danced with laughter, and Lialt crouched, forearms upon thighs, also widely agrin. Truly 
drained was I from the struggle, yet never would I allow males to laugh at me so. My hair 
twisted and caught beneath me, Tarla's combing totally undone, yet the males' amusement 
knew no end. 
Then came another, unexpected voice, the voice of Tarla, yet was this a Tarla I had not 
earlier seen. With great anger, she grasped an arm of Ceralt in her two small hands and 
attempted to loosen his grip upon me. 
"For shame, High Rider!" she cried, drawing the eyes of the males and their surprise as well. 
"Never had I thought to see one such as you torment a helpless woman! Is not the pain of her 
wounds enough? Must you add to it? Can you not see what your amusement has cost her?" 
"Truly am I now able to see that which is so clear to you, Tarla," said Ceralt, his voice as soft 
as the look in his eye as he gazed upon me. "I am pleased that the well-being of my wench is 
so firmly seen to by you, for she has great need of wise protection. Her protection must be 
yours till I am able to claim her. " 
"I shall protect her," asserted Tarla, pink-cheeked with fluster over that which she had done, 
yet attempting to maintain a great dignity. She knelt beside Ceralt, her hands now returned to 
her lap, her head held high, true dedication in her large, dark eyes and upon her youthful 
face. Still feeling anger, I turned from them, for they continued to make sport of me. How was 
a child such as Tarla to be the protector of a war leader of the Midanna? In no way might this 
be done, save through the shaming of such a war leader. Some small dizziness attempted to 
claim me as I lay with my cheek to the fur, yet this I would not allow. The wounds inflicted by 
the Silla had done me considerable harm, yet would I overcome these wounds and all that my 
enemies might do to me. I, a Hosta warrior, would not be kept forever from earned 
vengeance and the freedom of the forests! 
"Now must I see further to Jalav's protection," said Tarla, and there came the sound of her 
rising. "Falum, though traditional, cannot by itself return her to strength. I shall prepare a cut 
of vellin for her, for her hunger must be great." 
"Excellent," said Ceralt, approval clear in his tone. "I would see her fed before the arrival of 
the elders, for they mean to question her closely. And I would also see her boniness replaced 


with her former roundness. There is little pleasure in taking a wench in your arms, only to be 
stabbed at by her ribs." 
Lialt's chuckle joined Ceralt's, yet Tarla, who had moved to the fire and therefore within my 
sight, reddened with embarrassment at these words, and hurried about her self-proclaimed 
task. I, in the furs, my back to the males, uttered no word, yet my hand stole to my side. Still 
was there cloth about the wound there, yet was there also no difficulty in perceiving the truth 
of Ceralt's words. Through the efforts of Nolthis and the Silla, much of my body weight had 
gone from me, leaving naught save an ungainly gauntness in its wake. Not since the time 
before I had become a warrior had I been so thin. Again I lay upon my back, turning my head 
to see Ceralt and Lialt, sitting cross-legged not far from me, conversing lightly, and the 
thought came that perhaps I had not been blessed by Mida with a full figure, but rather 
cursed. Perhaps, to avoid further pain and shame, it would be best if Jalav remained 
unpleasing to males, to be scorned by them rather than coveted. In such a manner might 
freedom be more quickly regained and thereafter kept. A sthuvad need not be pleased with 
the warrior who uses him, and once free, such was the only male whose use I would seek. 
The males continued to speak with one another of unimportant things, such as the doings of 
their village and the trade engaged in with other, similar villages, and quickly was the room 
filled with the odor of meat aroast. Tarla stood by the fire, slowly turning a spit which was part 
of the fireplace, carefully awatch upon a cut of meat which she had placed thereon. Vellin she 
had called the meat, and though I knew not from which of the children of the wild it came, still 
its aroma had the power to tempt me even though Tarla did as other city folk and allowed the 
meat too long a time with the fire. When at last she removed it from the spit and placed it 
upon a square of wood, the juices ran but feebly from it, and much of its lure had gone as 
well. Such was not the disappointment it might have been, for it aided me in the decision I 
had made. Little would I feed upon in my captivity, no more than enough to restore my 
strength and health. Few males would find me pleasing as I was, and none would seek my 
detainment or capture. Little knowledge had I of males and their thoughts, yet was it easily 
seen that most preferred a female with great beauty. Though there was naught I might do 
upon the matter of my femaleness, perhaps seeing to the other would suffice till I once again 
held sword in hand. 
Tarla brought the meat, upon its wooden square, to Lialt and he, with the dagger which hung 
at his belt and a three-pronged device carved from wood supplied by Tarla, cut the meat into 
tiny pieces. 
With the meat cut, Tarla knelt beside me and attempted to place a portion of it in my mouth 
with the sharpened wood, yet this I would not allow. With some small effort, I once again sat 
erect upon the furs, and with slightly trembling fingers took the meat through my own efforts. 
Disapproval stood clear in the features of Lialt and Ceralt, yet they did not voice their 
disapproval, and Tarla saw it not. The girl merely smiled with pleasure that I took sustenance, 
content to allow me my own wishes, and answered my query with a small laugh. The meat 
did not derive from a child of the wild, said she, but from one of the herd animals kept by her 
people. Vellin were raised for the purpose of feeding and clothing the villagers, and were 
never willingly allowed the life of the wild, for they might injure themselves or feed less than 
was desirable. I made no answer to these words, and concealed my upset from the female's 
eyes. City males, in their vileness, refused freedom to all, enslaving all within their reach. 
Midanna looked upon herding as an affront to Mida, for the children of the wild were as much 
the children of Mida as were the Midanna. That we fed upon each other in turn was proper, 
for in such a way might the strong continue to exist, yet one did not enslave a sister. Such 
were the actions of the weak and fearful, those who would not try their strength in the forests. 
Of little worth were city males, and long had I known this. 
With half the meat consumed, my hunger was no more, therefore I refused the balance of the 
offering and lay down upon the furs once again. Tarla's frown joined those of Lialt and Ceralt, 
yet the closing of my eyes precluded argument. Should they believe that weakness and pain 
had once more taken me, I would not disabuse them, for in truth I had not the strength for 
disagreement. In a moment or two, Tarla urged me to my belly, so that she might see to my 
hair. Once again was it twisted about itself, yet I said naught upon the matter. When I 
regained my freedom, my hair, too, would fall free as was proper. 
The males continued to converse quietly, Tarla moved about by the fire, and weariness 
brought sleep to me for a short while. The hum of voices caused strange dreams to surround 
me as I slept, yet I remembered no more than their strangeness when I was awakened by the 
sound of a fist upon the wood of the door. My eyes opened to see Lialt rise from his place 
and approach the door, then open it to admit more than a hand of males. He who had been 
called Uncle entered first, the others following deferentially behind, and his eyes swept the 


room and its contents quickly, to rest upon a suddenly wide-eyed Tarla. No word was spoken 
to the female, yet she hurried to where her leg furs stood, donned them rapidly, then slipped 
to the door and out. No swing was allowed to the door of the room, and as Tarla pulled it to 
behind her, so it remained without the aid of a bar. Briefly, then, were the eyes of uncle upon 
me, dark and calculating, before turning to a still seated Ceralt. The elder male performed a 
small, stiff bow, duplicated with more enthusiasm by the others, and Ceralt's hand moved to 
gesture about him. 
"Take seat and join me, Elders," said he, a relaxed tone to his voice. "You have many 
questions, I know, and perhaps I shall be able to answer them all. You may question the 
wench as well, but only with gentleness. She is not yet well enough to stand an inquisition." 
The face of the one called uncle darkened with anger; then another male stepped forward 
before the first might speak. 
"We do not come in hostility, Ceralt," said this male, mild reproof in his tone. "We come in 
curiosity, asking no more than the reasons behind the doings of our High Rider. Do you 
believe we mean harm to the wench?" 
Ceralt gazed soberly upon the male who spoke, then he rose to his feet. "No, Garrim, I do not 
believe you mean her harm," said he, "yet I have found that words of caution must be spoken 
when one has dealings with this particular wench. Her manner is such that it is oft times 
difficult to recall that she is sorely wounded. Come and seat yourselves, men, for I have a 
narrative I would have you hear." 
With many odd glances for me, the males took seat upon the wood of the floor, ranging 
themselves to either side of him called uncle, all facing Ceralt where he sat. Ceralt sat alone 
before them, Lialt having taken a position behind his brother and to his right, toward me, and 
no indication did Ceralt give that he saw the continuing though unvoiced displeasure of him 
called uncle. Ceralt settled himself in comfort, and then was his tale forthcoming. 
"You all know the reason for my having left the village," said he to the others, "yet was I, at 
the time, quite displeased. I knew not why the Snows directed my path in such a manner, yet 
was I required to comply. I journeyed from the village of my birth, and in time came to the city 
of Bellinard, a place whose ways are easily learned. We all of us dislike the ways of cities, yet 
are we somewhat familiar with them, therefore was there little difficulty in securing 
acceptance in the brotherhood of hunters. I labored among the men of the brotherhood, and 
in time was given the leadership of hunting parties, the others not having acquired my level of 
skill. 
"For some time, I hunted with the men and sported with their slaves, yet even in sport I 
wondered as to my purpose in being there. Time spent with slaves is most amusing, but 
surely that could not have been the reason for my presence." The other males chuckled at 
this, though he called uncle did not join their amusement. Again his gaze came to me, then 
was it quickly withdrawn. I lay within the furs, listening to Ceralt's tale, awaiting the time I 
might work toward my release. 
"And then a thing occurred which was most unexpected," continued Ceralt, his light-eyed 
gaze sliding to me. "I and my hunting party of some twenty men were taken captive by 
females, large, armed females who called themselves warriors and bore arms as though they 
were men." 
Lialt joined the other males in exclamations of surprise and incredulity, yet Ceralt did not 
allow an interruption. "These females," said he above their voices, "were led by one called 
Jalav, a wench of great beauty and ability, one who had never known the restraint of a man's 
wishes. Wild and untutored was she, a true child of savages; she stood nearly the height of a 
man, was possessed of black hair and eyes, did not deign to cover her large and tempting 
breasts, and had been born beneath the sign of the hadat." 
No sound now came from the males, yet the eyes of one and all rested upon me in something 
much like shock. Lialt alone was sober of face, as though he knew the meaning of Ceralt's 
words, yet the others continued to stare in shock. 
"Aye," said Ceralt, nodding as his eyes fixed upon me. "In such a way were we told of a 
wench who would toil with us to save our people, and though the Snows spoke of her many 
and many a kalod ago, still do we all easily recall the admonition that we must seek her, for 
she would not seek us. At once, I knew the wench for what she must be, and determined to 
return her to our village so that the wish of the Snows might be fulfilled, yet the deciding and 
the doing were not accomplished with equal ease. " 
The eyes of the males returned to Ceralt as he sighed and shifted about. "The wench," said 
he, "was not one who might be expected to obey the wishes of others. She was first and 
unchallenged among her wenches, and though I succeeded in securing her as a slave, still 
was there much difficulty with her. At last, she and her wenches were brought to the city of 


Ranistard, a city which had lost most of its women, and there I attempted to civilize her so 
that she might have an easier time of adjustment in our village. This attempt, too, was a 
failure, for she insisted upon incurring the wrath of the High Seat of Ranistard, a man with 
little understanding of the manner in which a wench should be disciplined. Galiose and I 
disagreed as to how she was to be treated, I was ejected from Ranistard, and the wench was 
lashed." 
A familiar hardness and coldness had entered the tone of Ceralt, and those males who 
looked upon him did so with discomfort. Lialt studied the floor beneath his folded legs, not 
caring to lift his gaze, and all was silent as the males awaited the continuing of Ceralt's 
words. Ceralt took a breath to banish the anger which had held him, and then he continued. 
"I was determined to retrieve the wench," said he, "from the rubble of Ranistard if necessary, 
yet arrival at the woods near the city showed that the wench had effected her own escape, 
though not as successfully as one would have wished. Not only had she been lashed to the 
bone by Galiose, but she had also been set upon by enemy savage wenches, who had 
touched her many times with their spears. Lialt felt she would die of her wounds, though she 
did not, and we both feel that her survival is but another indication that she is indeed the one 
the Snows have spoken of. As I am the one who was sent to fetch her to us, I also feel that 
the wench was meant for me. As soon as she is well, I shall draw her from the circle of 
choice, and no man may come between us save at the peril of his life." 
Again was the hardness in Ceralt's voice, and those before him made no denial of his words. 
He called Uncle also sat in silence, yet the stiffness of his shoulders spoke well of his anger. 
He was not pleased with that which he had heard, and it took but a moment for him to find a 
basis for argument. 
"That the wench is the one spoken of by the Snows may well be," said he, his voice giving the 
statement no support. "However, I find difficulty in understanding your other contention, 
Ceralt. Surely it was the High Rider of our village, not a man called Ceralt, who was sent to 
fetch the girl. Why, then, do you assume that she is to be yours? Perhaps she was meant for 
another, such as Lialt, our Pathfinder, or Hamiral, my son, who is first among your riders. 
That it was you who brought her to us proves little." 
"On the contrary, Uncle," replied Ceralt, holding the attention of the other male. "My having 
brought her must be proof to all that it is my intention to keep her. I determined that she would 
be mine when first I saw her, and will allow none to deny me. She is not to be Lialt's or 
Hamiral's, but mine! Are my words clear to you?" 
He called Uncle once again fell to anger, yet this time his anger was not contained. "And what 
of my daughter Famira?" he demanded in a shout, one fist held up before his darkened face. 
"It was she you were to draw from the circle, not some draggled she-savage! Is she now to 
be shamed in such a way, discarded before being claimed? Have you no honor?" 
"Honor!" echoed Ceralt, rage claiming him as well. "And when, Uncle, was it my announced 
intention that I would smile upon Famira? The announcement and hope were yours, thinking 
to see the son of your daughter in the place your own son could not claim! Famira does not 
tempt me, nor would I have chosen her merely to quiet your insolent tongue! Famira will be 
chosen by another one, hopefully, who possesses much leather to use upon her! Then might 
she prove a fitting mate!" 
Wordless with outrage, he called Uncle rose to his feet and stormed from the room, causing 
the door to fall closed behind him with much of a thunder. Ceralt and Lialt and the other 
males watched him gone, then he called Garrim took a deep breath and chuckled somewhat. 
"I, for one, do not regret your words to him, Ceralt," said he. "He presumes upon his position 
as your mother's brother, and such does not sit well with any of us. Perhaps he thought 
respect for his age would keep him free of your wrath." 
"I do not respect age," said Ceralt, settling himself in comfort once again. "It is wisdom I 
respect, Garrim, and only now do I feel that I am in the presence of wisdom. Do my Elders 
wish to question their High Rider?" 
The males before Ceralt looked upon one another soberly, each considering the question put 
to them, yet it was Garrim who continued to speak. 
"As I see it," said he, "the matter before us is not who the wench shall belong to, but rather to 
ascertain as thoroughly as possible if she be the one the Snows have spoken of. Are we 
agreed?" 
The others nodded and murmured, no sign of dissention among them, all pleased that Garrim 
spoke for them. The male was tall and dark, thinner than the others, yet possessed of a 
dignity that was not lost upon one who saw him. Some gray appeared in his hair, as it did in 
the hair of the others, yet was his gaze steady rather than infirm. Ceralt nodded in approval of 
their decision, and smiled warmly. 


"Wisdom might ever be counted upon to seek the heart of the matter," said he. "If it is your 
wish to speak to the wench, please do so." 
Garrim nodded his thanks, then turned dark, inquiring eyes toward me. A smile lit his thin-
boned face, and gentleness entered his tone. 
"We have not, as yet, properly welcomed you to our village, girl," said he, speaking as though 
he addressed one such as Tarla. "We do not wish you to fear us, for we mean you no harm 
and shall ask no more than a very few questions. Do you understand me?" 
Nearly did I laugh scornfully as I moved myself to sitting upon the furs. "I understand naught 
at what you say, male," I asserted with as much vigor as I possessed. "For what reason 
would one give welcome to a captive in his midst? And for what reason would I fear you? 
Males have done much to Jalav, yet Jalav fears none of their doing! And should you wish 
your questions answered, you may first see to the restoration of my freedom!" 
Loud exclamations from the males greeted my words, some appearing shocked, others 
angered, and still others outraged. Lialt coughed gently and without sound, his cupped hand 
covering his mouth; Ceralt alone sat as he had, his calm unruffled, his light eyes undisturbed. 
Garrim turned from his startled examination of me, and cleared his throat. 
"Of what does she speak, Ceralt?" asked he, nearly in dismay. "What foolishness would 
prompt her to think herself captive and in need of release?" Again his eyes came to me, and 
he added, "Have you not heard the words spoken here, girl? Your life remains yours solely 
through the efforts of Ceralt and Lialt! Had they not found you and tended your wounds, you 
would surely have died!" 
"In no manner did I ask their aid," said I, my chin held high. "Had they left me as they found 
me, Mida alone would have seen to my safety, had that been her wish. I now demand 
release, so that I might return to the lands of my own people. No wish have I to remain 
among city males." 
Much loathing filled the last of my words, yet the males took them as I had not expected. 
Knowing looks grew upon their faces, and heads nodded in approval. 
"Such feelings are well understood by us," said one unnamed male. "City men are not the 
sort we, ourselves, care to associate with, and you may set your concern to rest. You now 
dwell in a village, girl, where you will be properly cared for." 
"Aye," said another, his smugness thick as a shield's breadth. "And have you not heard that 
you are to be claimed by our High Rider? It is a great honor he does you, an honor many 
another wench would be awed to receive." 
Many nods of assent came then, yet had I no doubt as to what my responses must be. My 
right hand upon my left arm to still the throbbing beneath the cloth, I looked most solemnly 
upon the male who had spoken. 
"I wish no part of your concept of honor," said I, "nor do I wish your High Rider. Both may you 
keep to bestow upon another, and grant me no more than a cloud's path." 
Silence surrounded all, heavy silence weighted with deep stares and light breathing. The 
elder males gazed upon me with disbelief, one or two bridling with insult, most frowning at my 
choice of words. To ask to be granted a cloud's path was something of an insult to the 
dwellers of a land, for a cloud moves lightly above all and at a distance, never deigning to 
partake of offered hospitality, if any. It was thought by some that clouds were the breath of 
giants who dwelt upon that rising called Sigurr's Peak by males, giants who scorned the lands 
and company of mortals. I, too, wished naught of males and their ways, no more than 
sthuvad use of them, and such, I believe, was seen by the males before me. My gaze swept 
them all with a good deal of coldness, bringing stiffness to them and an increase in anger. 
He called Garrim studied me closely in his anger, then slowly nodded his head. "Your words 
were truth, Ceralt," said he not moving his eyes to the other male. "Indeed, she knows little of 
the manner in which men are to be addressed. I know not why you would wish to draw one 
such as her from the circle, but I see a difficulty in your intent. That the wench is unwilling 
would mean naught were her father here to give his approval, yet her father is not here. How 
is such a lack to be overcome?" 
"Easily, Garrim," replied Ceralt in such an untroubled voice that my gaze went to him. He sat 
at his ease, grinning slightly, his light eyes resting upon my face. "The wenches of her clans 
have no true fathers, yet I have spoken to one named Maranu, who looked upon himself as 
her father. Gladly and willingly did he grant her to me, pleased that she had at last found 
favor in a man's eyes. She goes to the circle with her father's approval." 
"Maranu is naught to me!" I snapped, irritated beyond bearing by Ceralt's grin and the light 
laughter of the others. "The male is naught save one who once stood beneath the protection 
of the Hosta! Jalav shall not remain in this Mida-forsaken pesthole to be slave to males! Let 
her freedom be granted now, lest she find the need to seek it later with a sword!" 


My words did well to counter the laughter of the males, yet it was not respect for my wrath 
which then claimed them, but their previous anger. Many growls and mutterings were 
produced by them, and most stirred angrily where they sat, yet he called Garrim drew himself 
more fully erect and looked upon me with great disapproval. 
"I do not care for your manner, girl," said he, "nor do I care for your choice of words! Were 
you not already taken with pain from your wounds, I, myself, would find great pleasure in 
taking the leather to you! Your comings and goings are the decision of those about you, and 
the decision has already been made! You have naught to do save answer the questions put 
to you, civilly, obediently, and promptly! Now! Describe to me the land from which you come, 
and describe as well the beasts which dwell therein!" 
The male sat with blazing eyes, awaiting his answers, the other males also silent now so that 
my obedient words might be heard. These males, I saw, were no different from others, ever 
demanding their will from warriors. No fear had I of males, no more filled me at sight of them 
than a great weariness, for now I must find the need to free myself, as always. I lay back 
upon the lenga pelt, drawing the covering pelt closer to my chin, raising my eyes to the 
wooden heights of the dwelling so that I need not gaze longer upon those who cared naught 
for any save themselves. Another moment of silence was there, and then once more came 
the voice of him called Garrim. 
"Ceralt, her actions are intolerable!" he spat, great agitation upon him. "Order her to reply to 
me at once!" 
There came the sound of leather stirring, and then Ceralt's voice, no more disturbed than 
previous. "I doubt that she has the strength to reply," said Ceralt, and I knew that he looked 
upon me. "She has already done more than Lialt would have her do, and rest is essential if 
she is to grow well again. I shall answer your questions if you wish, else it must be left for 
another time. " 
Again a stirring, as though the males turned to look upon one another, and then a sigh, as of 
resignation. "Very well," said Garrim, no longer agitated. "The questioning of the wench shall 
await another time. There are some few questions we may put to you, Ceralt, and we shall 
have to satisfy ourselves with those." 
The males returned to the time Ceralt had spent away from them, eliciting details to add to 
that of which he had already spoken. Ceralt answered without hesitation, giving much time to 
that which he had observed of the Hosta. The voices, soft and even, refused to hold my 
attention, and easily did I drift into a light sleep, seeing again the feyd I had spent in Bellinard. 
I rode free for a time, then great chains were upon me, and males stood about staring at me, 
each calling, "Slave! Slave!" I writhed and panted in the chains, attempting escape from the 
hungry eyes of the males, and then the male Bariose and the female Karil came forward, he 
with the coiled leather whip in his hands, swung gently against his leg, she with her hands 
clasped before her, a smile of satisfaction upon her face. All about in the great room were 
metal enclosures filled with slave-women, some whimpering silently, some crying out with 
arms stretched through the lines of metal, yet none paid them heed. I, and I alone, chained in 
the center of the room, held their eyes, and there was no escape. She called Karil stepped 
forward to stroke my hair, and in a voice of silk proclaimed, "Test her heat, my friends! See 
how great her need is for the touch of a man! Buy her and make her yours!" "She must be 
punished!" announced Bariose, his eager hands caressing the lash. "Speak words of apology 
to your mistress and myself, slave, else shall you feel the kiss of the lash!" All surrounded me, 
closer and closer, the males with hungry eyes reaching forward to touch me, to bring an 
agony of desire upon me, and I could not avoid the caress of their fingers. In misery, I threw 
myself about, moaning from their efforts, and then but one stood before me, a lash in his 
hand, his fingers hard upon my breast. "You will be mine," said Nolthis, his fingers tightening 
to give me pain. "I will use you and use you, and then I will lash you till you obey me. You are 
mine to do with as I wish." "No!" I cried, bending in the chains with the pain so cruelly given. 
My warriors were gone, and I alone was left among the enemies of Hosta. I writhed and again 
cried, "No!" and then there was a form behind Nolthis, a form in tan leathers and silver belt, 
and I cried, "Ceralt!" as the form reached a hand toward Nolthis. Nolthis snarled and whirled 
toward the form, his hand going to his dagger, and then was I taken by the shoulders and 
shaken, and my eyes beheld the small wooden dwelling in the village of my capture. Tarla 
bent to me with great concern, her large eyes troubled, her hands yet upon my shoulders, 
and easily did I feel the moisture upon my brow and the shakiness in my limbs. My breath 
came rapidly and with much effort, and I found I must blink before the mists of sleep retreated 
in entirety. 
"Jalav, you cried out!" said Tarla, removing her hands from my shoulders so that she might 
wring them. "You called so desperately for the High Rider that surely did I think you in true 


jeopardy! Do you wish me to fetch him?" 
"No," said I, my voice no more than a croak, memory returning of that which had disturbed 
me. "It was no more than a dream, sent by one other than Mida. The males have gone?" 
"Indeed," she nodded. "Hind ago. You slept soundly when I returned, therefore I took care not 
to disturb you. Your meal is nearly done, and I shall shortly bring it to you." 
The female Tarla rose from where she had knelt beside me, and returned to the fire where 
meat and vegetables awaited her attention. Beyond the dwelling's windows was full darkness, 
showing that another fey had gone to naught. Wearily, I turned to my belly in the furs, little 
refreshed by the sleep I had had. Evil dreams and presentiments dogged me in the places of 
males, as evil as the actions of males themselves. In truth, I knew I had cried out for Ceralt, 
yet I knew not why I had done so. Ceralt was male, no different from the rest, and foolish 
indeed would I be to think him otherwise. Often had he betrayed me, often had he brought me 
pain, and naught did he wish from me save use. My cheek to the furs, I closed my eyes, 
attempting to ease the throb which had returned to my wounds. 
Shortly indeed did Tarla fetch my provender, a mixture of vellin meat, green gemild, fellin 
tubers, and other, unfamiliar vegetables. All had been cooked as one, a thin broth containing 
it, and little stomach had I for the concoction. I raised myself to sitting, grimacing inwardly, 
and proceeded to eat no more than half of that which had been given me. Tarla showed 
dismay that I would not use the shallow-bowled wooden stick with which to feed, yet I felt little 
concern over her dismay. To touch with one's fingers that which Mida provides is no offense, 
a thing which city folk seemed not to know. I fed as I wished upon that which I wished, and 
said no word on the matter. Again Tarla showed dismay when I returned the wooden pot to 
her, still partly filled with that which she had prepared. Earnestly she attempted to wheedle 
my acceptance of the balance, and desisted at last only when I took my attention from her to 
examine the bare room in which I lay. No more than the blaze of the fire lit its dimensions, 
shadows throwing themselves about the walls with its movement, and truly did I dislike the 
chill feel to the air and the odor of mustiness. Sooner would I have been without, in the cold 
and dark, than remain the longer in such a place, yet those about me would not see me freed. 
Anger stirred within me, anger that others ever sought to pen a Hosta, though Hosta had 
never sought to keep others beneath their sway. Perhaps, when all were freed of male 
restrictions, the Hosta might add the bondage of these others to the vengeance that was 
theirs. Such would indeed be fitting. 
The door to the darkness opened, admitting Lialt and Ceralt, who came within with naught 
save silence about them. Little did I need the sight of the cloth packet to know their purpose, 
yet struggle availed naught. Ceralt held me as Lialt mixed the potion, and again the two 
males saw the flat, chalky liquid within me. Grimly, with teeth and fists clenched, I attempted 
to deny the potion, yet denial was not possible. Within reckid, the males had had their way, 
and deep, dreamless sleep was once again mine. 

CH 6. The coverings of a slave-and a taste of freedom 
The new fey was already begun when next I wakened, finding Tarla prepared with falum for 
me. Much angered was I by the actions of the males, so angered that I spoke no word to 
Tarla lest I give to her the venom which was others'. The young female took no note of my 
silence, instead chattering away upon all matters that took her mind and tongue. Little heed 
did I pay the chattering, thinking only of the time my wounds might heal sufficiently to allow 
my departure. The light of Mida would guide me south once more, and much pleasure would I 
feel when I stood upon the banks of the Dennin. There, the light of the fey was full and strong, 
warm and invigorating, not thin and cold as that in the lands of males. 
Little of note occurred that fey, nor were matters improved upon by the passage of two feyd 
further. Tarla fluttered about constantly, seeing to the dwelling and to the cooking of meals, 
yet once had she gone so far as to chide me for refusing the greater part of her offerings. No 
word did I speak upon the matter, yet when her gaze met mine her chiding ceased, and her 
eyes grew large and frightened. Quickly, then, did she scurry from my sight, for not for naught 
was Jalav war leader of the Hosta. Many were the warriors who had thought to stand against 
me and win for themselves the second silver ring of war leader, yet few were those who had 
retained their resolve beneath my gaze. A war leader who must face constant challenge is 
not a good war leader, for it is her place to see that her warriors do not spend themselves 
uselessly against her sword. Many were the Hosta who had wished to be war leader, yet few 
were the number who had stood before Jalav with drawn sword. Willingly had I faced those 
who truly would not be swayed from their purpose, yet the others I had saved for battle with 
the enemy. Such was the way of a proper war leader, and such had been the way of Jalav. 
Lialt, usually in the company of Ceralt, came many times to add to my anger and annoyance. 


They, themselves, were in good humor, and neither felt concern over the fury they bred in 
me. The first fey, Lialt insisted upon examining my wounds, using Ceralt's aid when I refused 
his wishes. Much pleased was the male with the progress of my healing, yet did he find 
himself less pleased when the following fey showed him that I had removed all of the cloth 
bindings from my body. Much did he rage and storm about, sending Tarla to shiver in a far 
corner in fear of his anger, yet I merely lay myself back in the furs, pleased at the absence of 
the cloth. Ceralt had not accompanied him that fey, and from his raging, I surmised that the 
High Rider had left the village upon some matter, yet I cared not that the male would be 
informed upon his return. I had determined that I would do as my warrior Fayan had once 
done with the male Nidisar, and refuse to acknowledge the existence of the male Ceralt. 
Perhaps then the male, in disgust, would seek another to torment, and leave Jalav to go her 
own way. 
Lialt, after vowing punishment for my actions, took himself from the dwelling, leaving Tarla to 
creep about as though it had been she who had caused the anger in him, yet in a short while 
he had returned and silently seated himself not far from the fire. Though he seemed to have 
words for none in the dwelling, his eyes fixed themselves to me and did not stray, causing 
even greater upset in the young village female. I, however, had been looked upon many 
times by males who had been mine in the Hosta home tents, and the gaze of Lialt meant 
naught to me. I sat or lay in the furs as I wished, finding comfort difficult to attain, and fed 
upon as little of the provender offered by Tarla as ever. Tarla turned anxious eyes to Lialt as I 
returned the still-filled wooden pot to her, yet Lialt did naught save narrow his own eyes 
thoughtfully, then take himself off again. That darkness, a stranger aided Lialt in forcing the 
potion upon me, showing that Ceralt had not yet returned. Till then, it had been none save 
they two who had visited each darkness with the chalky liquid which brought sleep, an action 
I had as yet to understand. I knew not why the potion was given me, yet no darkness had 
passed without it. 
Upon the fourth fey, after having fed upon almost none of the falum, I was displeased to see 
the return of Lialt. The male entered the dwelling, closing the door quickly as always, yet 
when he turned from the door, his left arm showed itself to be laden. Tan leather lay folded 
across the arm, and in his hand the male carried wrapped furs of the sort which Belsayah 
villagers wore upon their feet. I frowned at his burdens, not caring for the sight of them, yet 
the male took no note of my displeasure. With firm step he approached the furs where I lay, 
and looked down upon me. 
"Your appetite has grown as pale as your features, wench," said he, frowning. "Close captivity 
works ill upon all wild things, therefore must you now be allowed a certain freedom from this 
halyar. A hin or two beneath the open skies will return you some measure of strength and 
appetite. Tarla will assist you with the clothing and boots." 
With which words did the male throw his burdens to my feet, the movement revealing the 
presence of a copper-colored belt as well. Tarla, all asmile, began to walk toward me, yet I 
cared not for these new events. 
"Jalav requires naught save her clan covering," said I, raising myself to sitting in the furs. The 
leather, I was now able to see, was like that which Tarla wore, a slave-woman's covering. 
Truly did the male wish to see me slave, yet Jalav was no slave. 
"The chill in the air is too sharp for one unused to it," said Lialt, crouching down beside me, 
sober-faced. "As weakened as you now are, you would surely fall ill were you to leave here 
with naught save that bit of cloth. The leather and furs will protect you, Jalav, and keep you 
safe for Ceralt." 
So, I was to be kept safe for Ceralt, protected as though I were city slave-woman in truth! 
Rage rose once again within me, straightening my shoulders and lifting my chin high. 
Heatedly, I regarded this male Lialt, and my tone was not kind. 
"Had Mida wished her Midanna to don leather and furs," said I, "it would have already been 
done! It is the clan covering which Midanna are to wear, and naught else have I ever worn! All 
things are as Mida wishes them to be!" 
Though I expected to see Lialt enraged, the male showed naught of anger. Still sober-faced, 
he nodded slowly. 
"All things are indeed as the gods wish them," said he, "yet one may not know the will of the 
gods till an event has transpired. It is my intention to see you in the proper clothing for this 
time of the kalod, and I shall not accept your refusal. I allowed you your will in the matter of 
the bandages; in this matter, my will shall prevail. Do you don the clothing with Tarla's aid, or 
with mine?" 
No rage had yet claimed him, no anger, nor impatience. Merely did he crouch beside me, 
calmly awaiting his will to be done. Again I felt my lack of strength, my helplessness in being 


wounded and unarmed among males, and briefly I shivered, touched by the fear that Mida 
had meant such a fate for me forever. Was I destined for the lot of slave woman, ever to bend 
to the will of males, never again to ride free? My hand crept to my middle, seeking to still the 
rolling illness there, and I dared not think upon the number of times I had failed Mida. Surely, 
had she wished to find reason to abandon her warrior, she need not have sought far. 
"I do not wish to leave the dwelling," said I to Lialt, lying again in the furs. Once before had I 
been prisoned beneath the skies of Mida, kept from freedom by the metal of an enclosure, 
seeing that which could not be mine. Should it be true that I must now be slave to males. 
never again would I seek to leave the dwelling. I attempted to turn from Lialt and lie upon my 
side, yet the male moved swiftly to take my face in his hand and turn it toward him once 
again. 
"No, Jalav," said he quite gently, his light eyes full upon me. "You shall be clothed in the 
leather, and you shall be taken outside. Not again will I fall to anger over your willfulness, for I 
shall not allow you your willfulness. Is Tarla to aid you, or am I?" 
There were no words which might be spoken then, for the male wished to hear none, 
therefore I spoke not at all, merely returning Lialt look for look. There was naught then that 
the war leader Jalav might do to free herself, yet was it not the way of Midanna to heed the 
will of their captors. Much pain had the leather of Bariose given me, yet it had all gone for 
naught, for I had not obeyed him as he had wished. Never would I obey the will of males, 
never would I bow before them! This must Lialt have seen in my eyes, for his lips tightened 
and his nod became stiffened. 
"Very well," said he, releasing my face. "As it is my aid you desire, you may have it. Should 
your modesty be offended, you must recall with whom the decision rested." 
Then did Lialt take up the leather covering and quickly remove the lenga pelt from my grip, 
throwing it to one side. Tarla gasped in distress clearly disturbed by Lialt's doing, yet no more 
was accomplished by the female than the wringing of her hands. In full disgust, I took my 
sight from her, thinking again upon how matters would have gone had one of my warriors 
been in the place of the slave-woman. Lialt struggled to raise me from the furs, at the same 
time attempting to place the covering over my head, yet matters were not of a mind to aid him 
in his doing. Lialt might have raised me, or he might have placed the covering upon me, but 
with Jalav unmoving, he could not do both. Furiously, he struggled to accomplish his aim, 
seemingly forgetting that he was not again to fall to anger, and I smiled at his fruitless 
struggles, seeing the will of the gods being done. Then a thought came to me, a thought 
possibly sent by Mida herself. How, asked the thought, was Jalav to make her way from the 
village and the land of males, when Jalav knew naught of that which surrounded her? Surely 
it was at Mida's behest that Lialt sought to take me from the dwelling, and I, a mindless fool, 
attempted to deny this. Had I continued in my blindness, surely Mida, in disgust, would have 
permitted me to remain in the capture of males forever. If I were to find my freedom, amends 
must quickly be made. 
"Hold," said I to a red-faced, panting Lialt. "I do not wish your aid with the covering. I shall do 
the thing myself." 
Lialt, astare in disbelief, allowed the covering to fall from his hand. "Now she wishes to do the 
thing herself," he murmured, wiping at his forehead with the back of his hand. "First she will 
not hear of it, now she must do it herself! A man must indeed be insane to enmesh himself 
with a woman!" 
Angrily, Lialt rose from his crouch, stalked to the door, threw it open, then pulled it noisily shut 
behind him, the trail of his mutterings being abruptly ended by the closing of the door. I knew 
not what his muttering pertained to, nor did I care, for there was much I must be about. Again, 
I sat upon the lenga pelt, bringing the leather covering closer so that I might look upon it, yet I 
could not determine the manner of its donning. One's clan covering merely wrapped about 
one's hips, yet the leather covering was not meant to be done so. I turned it about, seeking a 
means of entrance, a frown and impatience covering me, and Tarla knelt to my right and 
sighed. 
"Allow me to aid you, Jalav," said she, an unexplained unhappiness clear in her tone as she 
reached for the covering. "Men know little of the clothing of women save its removal." 
The female took the covering from me, and at once began to loosen the leather ties to each 
side of the thing, causing the garment to grow larger than it had been. Too, the small leather 
tie at the throat of the covering was loosened, thereby enlarging that part of it, and then, 
seemingly, it was ready to be worn. 
"Raise your arms," directed Tarla as she gathered the leather in both of her hands. I did so, 
curious as to how one accomplished such a thing by oneself, then watched as Tarla slid the 
leather upon my arms, then raised the rest for the entrance of my head. There was some pain 


in the adjustment of the garment, for my wounds, uncovered, were touched by the leather, yet 
the leather was soft and the pain was not great. Gently, Tarla smoothed the leather down to 
my hips, then seemed somewhat perplexed. 
"The thing is properly done while standing," said she, nearly to herself, looking thoughtfully 
upon me. "Perhaps it may also be done while you lie flat upon the fur. Let us make the 
attempt, Jalav." 
With some misgivings, I lay back upon the fur, for I cared little for the feel of the leather upon 
me. Its smell was not offensive, yet the feel of it seemed wrong and much against the ways of 
the Midanna. At Tarla's urging I raised my hips, bringing twinges to my leg wounds, and the 
female gently tugged the covering to my knees, then began tightening the leather ties to each 
side of the covering. When at last the tie at my throat was closed, Tarla reached the copper 
belt about my middle and secured it by means of a curved bit of metal holding to one of the 
links. With all seemingly done, I again raised myself to sitting upon the fur, yet did I 
experience some difficulty in doing so. The leather, though soft and supple, was most 
confining in its presence, a limitation upon one's body's freedom. Much did I dislike the 
entrapped feeling it engendered, but it was necessary that I bear the torment. Without the 
garment, Lialt would not see me without the dwelling, and I knew I must be away from there 
and about Mida's work. Slowly, I moved my arms within their new leather coverings, 
considering what adjustments one would find the need to make, should it be necessary to use 
bow, spear or sword, and Tarla busied herself with the placement of the wrapped furs upon 
my feet. Strange indeed were the sensations caused by the furs, so strange that nearly did I 
overlook the deep misery of the girl who aided me. A tear of two touched Tarla's cheek, 
quickly brushed away as she adjusted the leg furs, her shoulders rounded as her body bent 
forward over my legs. No more than a moment did I consider her, and then my hand was 
upon her arm. 
"What ails you, girl?" I asked in a gentle manner, not wishing to cause her further upset. 
Although the leg furs had already been placed, she did not turn her face toward me, but 
lowered her head to regard her hands. 
"He no longer desires me," she whispered, a catch coming to her voice as the tears returned. 
"Did you not hear him? He wishes naught to do with a woman!" 
This seemed, to me, an excellent state of affairs, yet the female before me obviously did not 
see it as such. Lialt, then, was he upon whom she looked with favor, he whom she had 
spoken of earlier. Again I moved my arms within the leather, feeling the small bite of the 
wounds, regarding Tarla with some curiosity. Perhaps a word or two of suggestion might 
suffice the female. 
"As he pleases you," said I, "why do you not take him as sthuvad? Such is not the way of city 
females, I know, yet might it be accomplished should you feel yourself determined." 
"Sthuvad?" said she, raising her head and eyes to regard me. "What might be sthuvad, 
Jalav?" 
About to reply, I hesitated, seeing the large-eyed female child and her close attention, true 
innocence seeking an answer which Mida had not meant her to have. No more could Tarla 
take Lialt as sthuvad than Mida be made to serve the wishes of another, and foolish indeed 
would I be to attempt the instruction of one such as she. Deeply, I sighed, and then gave to 
the girl a smile of encouragement. 
"Perhaps we had best forget the matter of sthuvad," said I, shifting my legs with the fur 
coverings upon them. Much weightier did my legs now seem; an added burden to the 
soreness of my wounds. "One might recall, however, that males are ever prone to shifting 
about in their beliefs, now here, later there. That Lialt has once looked upon you fondly may 
mean that he shall do the same again." 
"Never have I seen him so angered as when he must speak with you upon some matters," 
said she, her large eyes yet upon me. "It often seems that you take enjoyment from his anger, 
yet I know that this cannot be. There is no enjoyment for a woman in a man's anger." 
"Perhaps a warrior may see that in a male's anger which city females do not," I murmured, 
stretching gently to ease the stiffness in my muscles. Tarla regarded me with greater 
curiosity, yet I was not of a mind to pursue the comment I had made. Should Mida wish the 
bereft to know of the true life, she shall undoubtedly send many warriors to assist with the 
attainment of their freedom. One warrior alone may do naught. 
No further opportunity was there for discussion, for it was then that Lialt returned. The 
coldness which entered with the opening of the door was much lessened, yet this did naught 
to alter my dislike of the garments I had been given. Lialt, leaving the door ajar, came toward 
me, and again his anger had been replaced with a grin of amusement. 
"Ah, Jalav," said he, "now do you seem the picture of a proper wench. Ceralt will be much 


pleased." 
His amusement was as distasteful as ever, therefore I folded my arms and regarded the male 
coldly. "I know of none called Ceralt," said I, "nor have I desire to meet one such. And Lialt 
shall not know the true meaning of 'proper' till he has served Midanna as sthuvad. Then shall 
all things again be proper." 
"No," denied Lialt, crouching down beside me, a deep satisfaction added to his amusement. 
"All is proper as it now stands, and such shall Jalav learn well, taught to her by Ceralt. Well 
am I able to understand that you do not wish to know Ceralt, for his lessons will not be gentle, 
wench. Yet it matters not, for you shall not escape your due. Come. The outer air awaits 
you." 
With such words did Lialt then put his arms about me and lift me from the furs. Little effort 
was required to do so and I liked it not, neither the ease with which I was carried about, nor 
the words which had been spoken to me. Much like Ceralt was Lialt, dark-skinned and light-
eyed, broad and strong. Lialt's arms about me did not bring the pain which Ceralt's brought, 
yet was there a shadow of his brother within him, a shadow which did much to disturb me. 
How was it that one male might easily be ignored, while another caused himself to be 
remembered even in his absence? I knew not the why of it, to this fey know only that it is so. 
There are males about who are beneath one's notice, and also those who may touch a 
warrior deeply, causing her great pain. Perhaps Mida may explain the matter; I am unable to 
do so. 
Through the opened door was I carried, Tarla replacing the furs upon her own feet so that 
she might follow behind, at Lialt's bidding, with the lenga pelts which were mine. Mida's light 
shone down upon us, thin and without vigor, yet bright to the eyes of one so long within a 
dwelling. Chill was the air, as I had known it would be, as though Mida had withdrawn the 
warmth of her favor from the land. Thin grass and few trees appeared to the eye within the 
village, yet not far beyond the dwellings, to my right, lay the beginnings of the forest through 
which we had travelled. No more than twenty paces from the dwelling in which I had lain 
stood a tree, large yet nearly leafless, and to this tree was I carried, Tarla hurrying before us 
to place the pelts upon the ground. With the pelts placed as Lialt wished them, I was then 
returned to sitting upon them by the male who held me. 
"There shall you stay till I come for you," said Lialt, straightening to standing. "Should you feel 
the chill too keenly, you may draw the second lenga pelt about you. As for us, the fey is 
lovely, and I have not seen enough of Tarla of late to satisfy me. We shall return when we 
return." 
Lialt had turned to gaze upon Tarla as he spoke, extending his arm so that the female might 
approach him and be held. Eagerly she did this, her body flowing to his as she looked up to 
the face of him, his arm wrapped tightly about her, holding her close. Deep were the feelings 
which these two shared, yet as they walked from me, seeing naught save each other, I found 
that understanding had not touched me. What were these feelings which caused Lialt to look 
upon Tarla so fiercely, so strongly? For what reason did Tarla glow in such a gaze rather than 
shiver with fear? The girl knew little of the ways of males, never having been touched by any, 
even Lialt, for much had the female told me in the feyd of her time in the dwelling. Yet she 
had no fear of Lialt, merely of his displeasure, while I-I shook my head as I breathed deeply of 
the air, finding no understanding even in reflection. The matter was beyond me, beyond all I 
had known. It was necessary that I trust in Mida, and do no more than await her will. 
I moved about upon the lenga pelt, sending my gaze to the left, where lay the largest part of 
the village. Although it had not seemed so in the darkness, the village now proved itself to be 
much larger than the Hosta home camp. Many hands of dwellings stood, one beyond the 
other, about a great circle, in the midst of which moved and worked large numbers of males 
and females. Children, too, played about the dwellings and across the circle, yet were there 
male children as well as female. Such a thing seemed odd, that male children would be kept 
and raised, and then I realized that these were city folk and not of the Midanna. Strange were 
the ways of others, and not for a warrior to spend thought upon. 
Across the great circle from where I sat was a large enclosure of wood, a thing of wide logs 
lashed tightly together with much leather. Within the enclosure moved the furred, white 
mounts of these village males, some standing quietly, some pacing restlessly about. In such 
a manner did city males keep their kand as well, yet the gandod of Midanna were not kept so. 
A warrior allowed her gandod to feed well, and then was it bound about the jaws and legs 
before being tied to a line of leather strung between trees. Should a warrior ever find the need 
to enter such an enclosure filled with gandod, there is little likelihood that she would find her 
way out again. The temper of the gando being as it is, the undertaking would not be one I, 
myself, would care to consider. 


Voices drifted across the large circle, voices of males calling to one another, of females 
scolding children, of children raised in laughter. Sounds accompanied the voices, sounds 
which blended with and muted the voices so that few of the words were intelligible. Many 
smells reached me as well, smells of cooked meat and the sweat of beasts, and the trees of 
the forest and traces of the children of the wild. Mida's skies were blue above, something I 
could easily see as I leaned back against the leafless tree I had been placed near. Freedom 
was before me, my line of travel clearly marked by the movement of Mida's light, yet once 
again I was unable to avail myself of that which had been shown me. I was captive to the 
village and my wounds, a captivity which must not be long allowed to continue. 
For more than a hin, I sat before the tree, none approaching nor giving indication that they 
were aware of my presence. The lack of attention pleased me, assuaging, somewhat, my 
annoyance over the garment which had been given me. True, the garment kept much of the 
chill of the air from my body, yet within it, I was unable even to sit cross-legged, as is my 
preference. No longer did I wonder why Tarla knelt as she did, for now I knew. There were 
few other positions possible to one in such a garment. 
As a larger and larger number of reckid passed, I grew more and more firm in my need to 
know freedom once more. Determining that there were no eyes upon me, I cast about for a 
means of holding myself from the ground, and saw at once the branch which lay nearly at my 
feet. Clearly had it fallen from the tree against which I leaned, and clearly would it serve as 
that which I needed to brace myself to standing. I drew the branch to me, feeling the dryness 
of its dead husk, leaned it upright against the tree, then turned my body till I knelt upon hands 
and knees, my head nearest the tree. Many aches assailed me, pain from my wounds and 
from my back and from long inactivity, yet pain was no stranger to me. Despite the pain, I 
reached a hand to the tree, and then a second hand, and finally was I able to pull myself 
erect, to cling to the tree as though it were Mida herself. Dizziness swam about in my vision, 
attempting to raise my insides, a thing which caused me to give solemn thanks that I had not 
fed much that fey. My cheek against the leafless tree, I stood beneath the thin blue skies till 
the chill air had once again cleared my sight, then gave my full weight to my legs. Much did I 
experience a tearing sensation where the wounds lay, as though the healing skin strove to 
pull apart about the forming scars, yet no blood came to sight beneath the leather nor upon 
the leg furs. With great pleasure, I gave thanks for this to Mida, adding also a request that 
she still the trembling in each of my- limbs, then reached the dead branch to me, holding to it 
with a double grasp as I looked about. Still were there no eyes upon me from those of the 
village, and though a new-born nilno was gainlier than I, I felt it an excellent time to take my 
leave. Should it be Mida's wish to see me survive in the forests, I would surely do so. 
Slowly, I began moving to my right, each lifting of a fur-clad leg an effort. I leaned heavily 
upon the tree branch, disgusted with the weakness which sat leadenly upon me. Wounds 
were not unknown to a warrior, yet no warrior would welcome such wounds, nor their 
aftermath. To be unable to swing a sword or vault to the back of a gando is a great loss, one 
which has been known, upon occasion, to be fatal. Had there been Silla or other enemy 
Midanna about, I might have confidently looked forward to joining Mida forever. Without 
enemy Midanna, however, it might prove possible to attain the forests of freedom. 
I had gone perhaps four hands of paces from the tree, watching carefully for that upon the 
ground which might cause a misstep, and therefore knew naught of those who awaited me till 
their feet and legs came to view. I paused in my forward movement, raising my eyes to their 
faces, and beheld three village females, somewhat of an age with Tarla, perhaps a bit older. 
All were dark of hair and eye, all were clad in the leather garment and leg furs which I, myself, 
wore, all had caused their hair to be plaited as Tarla had done with mine, and two were of a 
size with Tarla, that is to say, perhaps a head less than my height. The third female was 
larger than the other two, standing no more than four fingers below me, her head haughtily 
high, her eyes cold, her right fist arrogantly upon her hip. Well made and fair of face was this 
female, yet it seemed that she had little liking for the warrior who stood before her, and this I 
could not understand. I wore no clan colors, nor did she, therefore I knew not why her gaze 
was one which would be used for none save blood enemies. As she inspected me with 
contempt, I thought that perhaps the females looked so upon all who were not of their village. 
The other two seemed filled with as little warmth as the first, giving support to the thought, yet 
there also seemed more amiss than such an outlook might call for. Undoubtedly they had 
been told that Jalav was a captive within their village, and such coldness was their manner of 
facing captives, yet I had not thought that city females were allowed proximity to captives by 
their males. Within the leather I shrugged somewhat, knowing again that understanding of 
city ways was not yet mine and perhaps would never be. Those within the village went about 
their own affairs, too distant to hear the larger female as she spoke. 


"So," said she with a coldness to match her gaze. "I am at last allowed the privilege of seeing 
the one who has taken the eye and heart of our High Rider. With due courtesy to his exalted 
station, perhaps he would do well to see to the healing of his vision-and his wits as well. 
There is naught before me save a ragged savage-bone thin and without stance or presence." 
The two females beside her laughed in amusement, and she to the left of the larger nodded. 
"Indeed, Famira," said she, "it is as you say. See how she hobbles about as though from 
extreme age. Perhaps she is not as young as she at first appears." 
"Undoubtedly she is lame as well as naturally ungainly," laughed the third, letting her eyes 
move over me. "Long have we wondered as to Ceralt's preference in women, and now we 
know. To catch his fancy, Famira, one must be a bent stick." 
The amusement of the three increased with these words, yet I was unable to concern myself 
with insult. Dizziness had returned to me, causing beads of moisture to form upon my brow 
and body, increasing the trembling in my limbs, draining what little strength I had. No purpose 
was served in standing about with three witless females, and the longer I continued to do so, 
the shorter would be the distance I was able to put between my final step and the village. I 
turned from the females who yet stood in laughter and began to circle to their right with small, 
painful steps, yet she called Famira stood herself before me, keeping me from my chosen 
path. Again I raised my eyes to hers, yet this time the humor had gone from her, leaving 
naught save hate and loathing. 
"Your life here will be a horror," she hissed, bringing her face closer to mine so that I might 
more easily see the twisting of it. "No woman of this village shall befriend you lest they face 
my displeasure! Errands given you by men shall find no assistance in their completion! 
Should you find yourself alone and far from your halyar, there will be sticks with which you 
are beaten, and should you cry your misery to Ceralt, there will be further beatings! You will 
heartily regret having been brought here, Savage. For this you have my word!" 
Nearly foaming was the village female, so deeply did she feel her hate, and the war leader 
who was Jalav was unable to turn from her challenge. Aswim in dizziness and deepening 
pain, I forced my body to straighten itself so that I might stand tall and proud before her, 
answering her challenge with agreement to meet any manner of attack. No word was I able to 
speak, so great was the pain, yet my eyes said that which my tongue was unable to utter. 
Gasps came from the two females who accompanied her called Famira, their eyes widening 
as they looked upon a war leader who showed no fear, no uncertainty. The third female, 
startled, took herself back a step from my presence, yet her rage returned immediately, 
greatly intensified, and her foot lashed out, catching the limb which I still used to support a 
great deal of my weight. The limb flew from my grasp, destroying the delicate balance which I 
had accomplished, forcing my body's full weight onto my legs. Well had I known that I could 
not support myself without the aid of the limb, and I was not proven wrong. As the branch 
went from me, I went to the ground, finding it hard and cold and unwelcome. A stone met my 
side, bruising my flesh, the pain adding itself to all the rest. I gazed at the thin grass beneath 
my hands, attempting to breathe against the weight upon my chest, and again the laughter of 
the females came to me, thinner than it had been, yet heavy with scorn. Footsteps sounded 
upon the ground, and I raised my eyes to see the three females walking from me, pleasure 
and unconcern in the set of their shoulders. So casually would they have thrown away their 
lives had they been among Midanna, for one does not turn one's back upon a living enemy 
and expect to retain her own life. Much did I wish for the presence of a sword or dagger or 
spear, yet even more did I wish my strength returned to me, so that I might avenge myself 
upon these puny city females who dared, in their ignorance, to oppose themselves to a war 
leader of the Hosta. Briefly I attempted to rise again to my feet, yet my first effort showed the 
futility of the attempt. Barely could my arms support the presence of my shoulders, and my 
legs seemed totally useless. I sank back to the ground, bathed in the moisture of dizziness, 
and then came the sound of hurrying footsteps, and a hand grasped my arm. 
"Jalav, what have they done to you?" demanded Lialt, his eyes flashing over me as his arm 
supported me from the ground. "Ceralt shall hear of this, I swear it!" 
"That Famira!" spat Tarla furiously, bending to me. "She should have been made to circle 
long ago, for had she been drawn by a rider, her temper would long since have been seen to! 
It is high time she felt the leather for her actions!" 
"No longer shall she be exempt," said Lialt grimly, and then was I lifted in his arms. "Tarla," 
said he, his steps leading back to the dwelling from which I had so briefly been released. 
"Bring the furs quickly, for I must examine her wounds." 
Obediently, Tarla nodded and sped to the tree where the lenga pelts lay, and in but a handful 
of reckid, I again lay upon them in the dwelling. Tarla, with Lialt's assistance, removed the 
leather garment and fur wrappings from me, then Lialt carefully examined the tracks of the 


Silla spears. Angrily red did the tracks show themselves to be, throbbing and aching so that 
surely I thought movement would be visible upon them. Lialt cared little for the look of the 
wounds, and fetched a salve which he rubbed gently upon me. The salve eased the ache and 
throbbing somewhat, allowing me to rest, and the two village folk took themselves from my 
side to stand by the fire and speak to one another in murmurs. I closed my eyes in the 
comfort and warmth of the lenga pelts, reflecting that Lialt had not questioned the why of my 
having been found so far from the tree. Perhaps Mida had seen to this omission, or perhaps 
the presence of the female Famira had accomplished it, yet it mattered not. Lialt did not know 
that I had attempted escape, therefore he would not, in future, be on his guard. I smiled 
somewhat, knowing that though the time had not been proper for escape, the opportunity 
would come again, when I was able to avail myself of it. Then Jalav would retrace her steps 
to the Midanna, and find the means by which the Hosta might be freed. So pleasant was the 
thought that sleep came easily to cure my exhaustion. 

CH 7. The white land-and a punishment for escape 
In the next three feyd, I was not again allowed alone from the dwelling, yet twice each fey 
was I placed before the leafless tree. At these times Lialt sat beside me, speaking little yet 
ever present, a thing I cared little for. When in the dwelling, either alone or with none save 
Tarla about, I had worked much toward restoring my strength, flexing arms and legs and 
thighs, placing my full weight slowly yet completely as it should be. A dozen times had I 
walked the length of the dwelling, Tarla seeing none of this, at first stiffly and with much pain, 
at last nearly as easily as I had done before my meeting with the Silla, and greatly pleased 
was I that my strength had returned so quickly. Yet there was another thing which disturbed 
me, a problem I had no solution to, a problem first spoken of by Ceralt upon his return, two 
feyd after she called Famira had approached me. At his arrival, I sat upon the lenga pelt in 
my dwelling, again seeing to the removal of knots from my hair, and his grin was large indeed 
as he approached. 
"Your ability in healing has my greatest admiration, brother," said he to Lialt who had 
accompanied him. "Her skin has again the look of life to it, and her body seems even this 
soon to have regained a deal of flesh. She will look well in the circle with my leather about 
her, of this I have no doubt." 
"Indeed," nodded Lialt, also agrin. "She regains her vitality so quickly that even I am amazed. 
Perhaps she may be circled the next moon-with Famira to accompany her. Your riders seem 
pleased that Famira may now be looked upon." 
"They are extremely pleased," laughed Ceralt, his eyes yet upon me. "My uncle has too long 
presumed upon the lack of a woman of his own to keep his daughter from circling. Should he 
need his halyar tended to, there are sufficient females about who have been left without a 
man, and he may choose from among those. Famira goes to one who shall not be a father to 
her." 
"A thing she does not care for," chuckled Lialt, his eyes, too, upon me. "Much did she rage 
and carry on when your decision reached her, for she hoped to be the one to choose to 
whom she would go. Drimin would have been her choice, for he is unusually shy with 
wenches and would have easily been controlled by her, yet Drimin shall not return from the 
rounds of trade till after she has been circled. A full rider shall have her, and not she him." 
"Such shall prove best for her," murmured Ceralt, bending to me to put the backs of his 
fingers to my cheek. "A strong wench requires a stronger man if she is to find happiness and 
pleasure." 
In anger, I struck his hand from me, yet he did no more than laugh and stand erect again. His 
eyes were filled with great desire, and once he had gone, I examined my ribs in misery. In 
truth, my appetite of late had been immense, and the gauntness I had been so pleased with 
was nearly gone. No more than three feyd had passed, yet the gauntness was nearly gone! I 
took the wooden comb in my hand and threw it from me, watching in great anger as it struck 
the wall of the dwelling and fell to the floor. A warrior had no need to understand the doings of 
Mida, merely had she to accept them, yet the acceptance of what had been done to me was 
difficult indeed. In no way save through Mida's intervention could I have regained my former 
appearance, and much did I wish to rail at such a doing. Now I was again pleasing to males, 
again the object of their desire, a thing which would make escape much more difficult. I lay 
upon my belly in the lenga furs, angry, hurt, miserable. Was it Mida's wish that I again be 
punished for some error or omission? Had I failed again to obey her commands, or was I still 
condemned for earlier failures? I knew not which it was, and very nearly cared naught for the 
meaning. Much had I striven to obey Mida, and much had I been punished for my failures, yet 
now it seemed that I might not be given further opportunity for obedience. Again I feared that I 


had been given into the hands of males forever, and I fretted the point till sickness filled me, 
yet when Tarla brought my provender at darkness, I could do naught save fall upon it. A 
warrior's strength, it seemed, was to be returned to her, yet not without a price. I fed upon the 
provender, seeing little else which might be done, and thought only of the time when I might 
find escape. 
Upon the fourth fey, seeing that little had been accomplished by pretense of weakness-the 
males had continued to force the potion of sleep upon me-and driven nearly mad by the long 
confinement, I determined that that fey I would walk about my place of capture. When Lialt 
arrived to carry me to the tree, he discovered Jalav erect upon her feet, prepared to walk 
about wherever needful. Tarla had been startled by my mobility, yet Lialt appeared to have 
expected some such. No more was needed than a small amount of argument before it was 
established that I might go where I would with none save Tarla accompanying me. Such a 
decision pleased me, for Tarla was neither warrior nor male, and should the opportunity arise, 
escape from her would not be difficult. 
With Lialt gone upon his way, Tarla and I emerged from the dwelling into a fey which was 
lacking in brightness. Gray were the skies above us, high yet seemingly not far distant, and 
the cold of the air was quiet, with no wind to disturb it. I shivered in my leather garment, 
smelling a smell upon the air which I knew not, and Tarla also looked about herself. 
"Perhaps this winter the snows may come early," said she, her nostrils flaring slightly, 
showing that she, too, was aware of the smell in the air. "Lialt has said that the snows shall 
not this soon be upon us, yet this fey may prove him wrong." 
"Tarla," said I, looking upon her, "what might 'snows' be? I have heard mention of it, yet never 
have I been told the meaning of the thing." 
The female's dark eyes left off their roving and came to me with surprise strong in them. 
"Have you never seen snow, Jalav?" she asked, her head to one side. "Your land must be 
strange indeed never to have produced snow." 
"My land is ever warm," said I, somewhat annoyed with her tone, "not bleak and lifeless as 
the land hereabouts. Sooner would I have the warmth." 
"And I would not have missed knowing snow," said she with a shrug. "Perhaps you may judge 
more accurately when once you have seen it. Snow, Jalav, comes from the skies in the 
manner of rain, yet it is white and light and silent and able to fill the entire land with its 
presence. It lies upon the ground, often in mounds, and is very cold to the touch. Children joy 
in playing in it, yet it is difficult to travel about in it. Such is snow-both a joy and a difficulty." 
"I see," said I, moving slowly across the ground as I thought upon her words. Snow, then, 
was Mida-sent, yet I was unable to visualize what the occurrence must be like. Surely Tarla 
must partly be in error, for how might the substance fall lightly yet lie heavily upon the 
ground? Deeply did I sigh then, wishing myself more than ever back among the Midanna, 
where a warrior might know the why of things about her. The lands of males held naught save 
questions without answers, problems without solutions, ills without cures. Even Mida's ground 
lay hard and cold beneath one's feet, bringing about the necessity for furs upon one's legs, 
garments upon one's body. Much did I dislike the presence of such things yet, in the lands of 
males, they were necessary. 
Tarla and I walked from the vicinity of my dwelling, yet I was not yet of a mind to enter further 
into the village. Many village folk were about, as seemed to be usual, and no wish had I to 
join them in their movings about. Rather, I walked toward the enclosure of the white beasts, 
wishing to see more of them, feeling my curiosity aroused. Within the enclosure were a 
number of males, they being watched by a number of females who stood beyond the confines 
of the enclosure, and much pleased did the females seem to be. Their voices rose in great 
excitement and laughter, their hands clasped or pounded upon the wood of the enclosure, 
and clearly were they unable to keep from jumping about where they stood, Tarla, too, 
laughed softly as she looked upon them, yet I saw naught which might call for amusement. 
"Let us hurry, Jalav," said Tarla, taking a grip upon the leather of my sleeve, her eyes yet 
upon the enclosure. "The riders are about to break more of the lanthay to the rein, and we are 
in time to watch. Hurry, Jalav, hurry!" 
Such was the urgency in the young female's tone that I quickened my pace as she had 
asked, though I knew not the reason for haste. Shortly we stood before the enclosure, which 
was made of logs hewn from trees, they then being bound with much leather to upright posts 
at each end. These logs stood my height from the ground, a height which allowed the beasts, 
apparently called lanthay, to place no more than their heads and necks above the obstruction 
to their freedom. The village females, in high good humor, peered between the logs at that 
which was occurring within the enclosure, yet I, taller than they, found the position 
uncomfortable. I gazed a moment at the logs before me, then, with some noticeable protest 


from my healing wounds, climbed the logs to their top, thereby obtaining an unrestricted view 
of the goings-on within. 
Perhaps two hands of males stood within the enclosure, most with the short, heavy twisting of 
leather usually worn at their belts now in their hands, their attention upon the greater number 
of lanthay which had been herded toward the far end of the area. As I settled myself atop the 
highest post, two of the males cracked their twisted leather whips toward the herded lanthay, 
causing them to move backward from the line of males. The balance of the males looked 
toward three who stood closer to the post I sat upon, they three being engaged with a single 
lanthay which obviously had not yet been shown the superiority of two-legged beasts. The 
lanthay stood much as unbroken gandod do, four legs spread wide against the bending of its 
neck by two of the males, its head and ears firmly in their grasp, its entire body attempting to 
pull loose from that which held it. The two males strained to keep the beast still while the third 
placed a wide leather strap about its middle, just above the shoulders. The third male worked 
quickly, and when the strap had been set he grasped a leather lead which led to the beast's 
mouth, mounted in one smooth leap, clutched the strap with his right hand while keeping the 
lead in his left, and shouted to the two males who held the lanthay. At his shout, the two 
males moved as one, throwing themselves from the sides of the lanthay, running rapidly in 
opposite directions. In Midanna lands, there had sometimes been gandod who had not 
realized that they had been freed, gandod who stood with jaws bound shut yet otherwise free, 
but unmoving as though they were still held. The lanthay before me had no such 
misconceptions, for as soon as it was released, it screamed its rage, throwing its head back 
in an attempt to strike the puny annoyance upon it and free itself completely. The male wisely 
avoided the thrust of the white, furred head, which further enraged the beast. It reared high 
and smote the air with battering hooves while screaming its challenge to all within hearing, 
then began jumping about and kicking out with its rear hooves. The male upon its back clung 
with hands and knees, clung through the trumpeting challenge and bone-jarring leaps, clung 
through the shaking and twisting, already beginning to use the leather rein to curtail and 
guide his mount. The lanthay jumped stiff-legged toward the wall of the enclosure, blazing 
rage in its large, red eyes, and the females who stood there screamed and backed hurriedly 
away, fearful lest the beast come through the wall at them. The male attempted to force his 
mount back toward the center of the enclosure, yet his efforts were in vain. I, having seen 
such behavior from gandod many times, merely gripped the log I sat upon as the giant 
lanthay hurled itself against the logs of the enclosure, attempting to crush the life from the 
male upon its back. The logs trembled to the onslaught., too sturdy to sway as a lighter wall 
might, yet not untouched by the attack. The males within the enclosure, those keeping the 
herd of other lanthay at bay, called out to the rider with laughter and encouragement and 
advice, all watching attentively, none seeming concerned. Tarla, who had joined the watching 
females, now stood back from the wall with them, alarmed, as were the others, and then, 
amid the screams of fright, the male upon the lanthay behaved foolishly. The beast had been 
twisting toward the wall, hoping to scrape the male from his seat, and the male, fearing that 
his right leg would be crushed between the beast and the wood, shifted his weight and knee 
grip. As swiftly as lightning strikes from Mida's skies, so swiftly did the lanthay see the 
meaning of the movement upon its back, and immediately it, too, moved to advantage. Its 
head went down as its hind quarters erupted toward the skies, and the male, no longer 
deeply seated, was thrown to the ground over the lanthay's head. He struck the ground 
heavily, pain flashing across his face as the metal of his belt was driven into his back, yet this 
was not his most pressing problem. The lanthay, knowing that that which lay before it was the 
enemy which had dared to mount it, sounded its challenge once again, then made for the 
male. He upon the ground knew well that the lanthay wished his blood, for he made haste to 
roll from the path of the thundering hooves which were meant to take the life from him, his 
effort taking him to safety by no more than a finger's width. Upon the charge of the lanthay, 
those two males who had aided the third to mount, raced forward with twisted leather flails 
cracking, and drove the lanthay from him upon the ground. Such foolishness caused me to 
laugh softly, for among the Midanna there would have been none to chase the gando from 
him. A warrior knows that should she show weakness before any gando, even one broken to 
the rein, the gando will strike immediately, taking her life if possible. A warrior who wishes to 
teach a gando mastery does so alone, for there may not be others about should the gando, 
one fey, revert. A Hosta who has taken seat upon a new mount is then alone, to overcome or 
be overcome. In no other way might Midanna use the gando with confidence. 
The male upon the ground looked about himself, then rose to his feet and brushed the dirt 
from his leathers, also putting a hand to his back where the fall had hurt him. His eyes slid 
past the knot of anxious females, who still gazed upon the retreating, trumpeting lanthay with 


fear, then came to rest upon me where I sat atop the wall. The garment I wore was a great 
annoyance, nearly too tight to allow me my seat upon the wall, yet I paid it little mind as I 
gazed upon the male. He, large and strongly made, dark of hair and eye as were the others, 
frowned as he looked upon me, then moved the closer. 
"Your amusement is offensive, wench," said he in a rasp of a voice, looking up to where I sat. 
"Should you be made to take seat upon a wild lanthay, your own self, you would find little to 
amuse you!" 
"It was not the ride which was amusing," said I, the still grinning. "Males must ever seek the 
aid of others, unable to do a thing themselves. Should you have been alone with the beast, 
upon a plains, perhaps, would you also have allowed it the opportunity to reach you as you 
did just now?" 
The male stood angrily, fists on hips, face raised toward me, yet he made no answer, for the 
answer was clear. Had he been alone, his effort would have been greater; he had allowed the 
presence of others to lull his achievement from him. No warrior would have behaved so, and 
his skin darkened with annoyance and perhaps humiliation. 
"Who are you?" he demanded, his brows creased in a frown. "What village do you come from 
that you feel free to speak to a rider so?" 
"I come from no village," I replied, raising my head somewhat. "I am of the Hosta of the 
Midanna, a people far superior to those of any village. The males hereabouts would find little 
patience for their lacks in the land of the Midanna." 
I spoke with some annoyance, for I tired of the manner in which males addressed me. No 
respect had they for a war leader, and much would I have joyed in leading my warriors 
against them. The male before me frowned further, then his features cleared as a malicious 
grin touched him. 
"You are the savage wench fetched here by Ceralt!" said he, his large hands reaching forth to 
grasp the logs of the wall as he pulled himself up to sit beside me. His eyes moved about me 
in a manner he had not used before, and he laughed as my chin rose high in insult. "I now 
see why Ceralt is eager for you to circle," said he with a chuckle. "You are indeed a beauty, 
made to inspire a man to high achievement in the furs. Perhaps my leather, too, shall await 
you from without the circle." 
I cared little for the words and look of the male, and less for the intimidation that I would soon 
be chosen by any who desired me. Bleakly I looked upon the male and shook my head. 
"Jalav has ever chosen her males," said I. "A thing which those of the villages shall learn. I 
am not to be chosen as though I were slave, male, and I shall not remain prisoned here 
forever. With Mida's aid, I shall once again ride with my warriors, and then must those of the 
villages beware." 
"Female warriors!" laughed he beside me, striking his thigh in high amusement. "Such a 
battle would indeed be enjoyable, nearly as enjoyable as the following victory celebration. I 
would pierce many of you wenches with my sword-but not the sword carried in my hand-and 
then would you be made to serve me on bended knee, a fitting punishment for wenches who 
dared to try their strength with men!" 
Others of the males had joined us, and they, too, raised their voices in laughter and derision. I 
looked upon the males as they stood about, recalling a time when strangers-males-had 
entered the lands of the Midanna, from whence, none knew. Hunting parties of Helda and 
Hitta had been taken by them, the males using ropes of leather to snare the warriors from the 
backs of kand, allowing some warriors to escape as though their freedom were of no 
consequence. Quickly had the escaped warriors alerted their sister clans, and many Midanna 
had ridden forth, the Hosta, being closest, the first to arrive. Much had the males abused the 
warriors they had taken, and great was the rage of the Hosta upon seeing this. With 
deliberation were the males encircled, and then the Hosta, on foot, showed themselves. The 
males, large, armed, in numbers equal to the Hosta who had ridden forth, had grinned and 
risen to their feet, intent upon drawing the Hosta, too, within the forest clearing where they 
held those previously taken. The males had drawn swords negligently, laughing, thinking to 
take the Hosta as easily by sword as they had taken the Helda and Hitta with leather. Upon 
seeing their advance, I had signaled the attack, and Hosta warriors, joyfully shouting their 
battle cry, had fallen upon them. Quickly, then, had the males' laughter ceased, and they 
fought desperately for their lives, for they were not as well versed in swords as they were with 
leather. He who had stood before me had had hair of red, his pale skin paling further as he 
attempted to keep my point from him. With kill-lust burning high within me, I struck at him with 
my sword, right thigh, left arm, head and chest. He had had attempted to meet the 
movements of mine, yet his sword had failed to do so, crying out when my edge had opened 
his arm and leg, losing precious moments to pain and fear as I moved in for the kill. When he 


lay in spreading blood at my feet, my sword adrip with his life essence, when all the males 
had been done so, the Hosta had raised their arms to Mida, dedicating the blood and males 
to her who watched over her daughters. Well did Midanna know the use of a sword, and 
perhaps, should it be the will of Mida, these males before me would, to their sorrow, learn this 
as had others before them. 
I looked again upon the male who sat beside me, and smiled in fond remembrance. "May 
Mida hear your wish for battle and grant your plea," said I to him, much pleased with such a 
thought. I then began to climb down from the wall, seeing glancingly that the humor had left a 
number of the males who had heard my words, yet he who sat upon the wall was not one of 
them. 
"My sword would seek you first, wench," he called after me, laughing yet in great good 
humor. "Now that I have seen you, I think the time is ripe to show Ceralt that there are other 
men in this village." 
The words he spoke had no meaning for me, yet they seemed to affect the others who stood 
about. The males, in their leathers and silver-chased belts, looked quietly upon one another 
with looks which seemed to hold meaning for them, while the females, some yet laughing 
delightedly over that which had been said to me, gazed solely at me with an insolence which 
brought a great deal of annoyance. Tarla stood apart from them, showing much distress upon 
her child's face as she looked upon him astride the wall. The thought came that perhaps she 
knew the male's meaning, yet it mattered not. He upon the wall was merely male, of no great 
consideration nor concern. I took myself toward Tarla and past her, wondering yet again how 
one walked any great distances in the fur leg wrappings. The weight of them dragged one's 
feet to the ground, slowing the step and destroying the pace that is able to take one so far. In 
a scant moment, Tarla's hurrying footsteps brought her in my wake, leaving the laughter and 
strangers behind us. 
The fey remained gray about us as we walked further toward the heart of the village, and a 
small wind had begun which blew my unbound hair about my arms and thighs. With the wind, 
the cold had increased, and I quickly saw the value in drawing the leather ties of one's 
garment as tightly as possible. Tarla, by my side, glanced with dismay at my flying hair, for 
she had not approved of my having unbound it. Women of the village ever wore their hair 
bound, she had said with pleading in her eyes. Men did not care to see them unkempt for it 
detracted from their beauty, she had said. I said naught and merely continued to unplait my 
hair, and Tarla had bitten her lips and had not broached the matter again. As I walked, I 
briefly became aware of my life sign, that of the hadat, which hung between my breasts 
beneath the covering. Tarla had often gazed upon the carved wood of it, and had once 
suggested that I ask Ceralt to make me another, one which would lack the flat brown stain of 
the one I wore. The stain marred one's sight of the wood grain, and she had felt that a new 
carving would give a better appearance. I had smiled at her words, recalling my first battle as 
a warrior, how proudly I had worn the life sign which I had carved from the tree marked like 
mine from birth. Then my life sign had been unstained, yet at battle's end, with an enemy 
Semma lying still at my feet, I had removed the life sign from about my neck, held it by its 
leather tie, and had dipped it thrice into Semma blood. Once in thanks to Mida, twice to give 
thanks that I was of the Hosta, thrice in thanks for the glory of battle, asking that I be granted 
such glory many times before being called to Mida's side. Then the life sign had been 
replaced by my war leader, proclaiming to all that I had become a blooded warrior of the 
Hosta. The Semma blood had felt warm and sticky against my breasts; the life sign had 
spread the blood upon me; my pride and pleasure had been so great that I had barely felt the 
stab of pain from the silver ring of a warrior as it had been forced through my ear. Never does 
a warrior forget the time of the staining of her life sign, and I had laughed well at Tarla's 
suggestion. Ask Ceralt for another indeed! 
The folk of the village seemed not to notice the chill of the air, and some few of the males 
were bare-chested, wearing no more than the leather breech and leggings, silvered belt, and 
fur leg wrappings. One male seemed to have recently arrived, for he stood before a dwelling 
unburdening a lanthay, three small children jumping about beside him. A female appeared in 
the doorway of the dwelling, her leather garment unbelted so as not to bind her slightly 
swelling belly, her face wearing a look of radiant joy. The male turned to her and she hurried 
to him from the doorway, his arms bringing her close to his chest and lips. Much did the male 
drink from the lips of his female, she standing contentedly in the circle of his arms, and then 
he laughed and took a leather pack from the lanthay, left the beast standing tied by the 
dwelling, sent the children about their business of play, and drew the female into the dwelling 
with him. Much hunger had been in the eyes of the male, and long would be the use of the 
female. As she already carried a child within her, I wondered that the male did not seek the 


use of another female. All know that males care only for their own pleasure and the getting of 
their offspring, therefore it seemed odd that the male would take a female who had already 
been quickened and would not, in such a state, afford him the pleasure of one not so 
quickened. Indeed the matter seemed odd, yet, as I have said, understanding was not mine 
in the land of males. 
Large was the number of females I saw as I walked about, and many were the tasks which 
they had been set. Some cured hides for the leather of garments, some skinned small, furred 
children of the wild, some sat before their dwellings, binding leather together for garments. 
Some spoke to one another as they passed in and out of the dwellings, and I noted that those 
who went within emerged again in a very short time. Children ran about everywhere, children 
of all ages, male and female alike, though there seemed to be many females who had shortly 
before reached womanhood and few males who were no longer boys. Through the shouting 
and laughter of the children, I questioned Tarla on the matter and was informed that the 
young males had been taken by their elders to learn that which a village male must know. 
Though there were many smells of meat and vegetables aroast on the air, and smells of 
leather and beasts and all manner of things unguessed at, no trace of the pungent oil for 
swords did I find in their midst, no sign of weapons of any sort among the females. I looked 
again upon these slave-women, one of whom, bent over, took a bluish-white liquid from the 
teats of a small animal, allowing the liquid to fill a deep pot, and attempted to fathom the why 
of their remaining slave to males. Had they no desire to ride free as Midanna did, had they no 
yearnings for the glory of battle? For what reason had Mida spurned them, turning her back 
upon their plight? Had they sinned so greatly then, that they were forever lost? Would such a 
fate be given a warrior who failed in her compliance with Mida's demands? Deeply did the 
chill of the wind touch me, setting my bones ashiver, and bleak indeed was the fey I looked 
upon. The grass beneath my feet yet held to its place, though soon it would be no more, and 
none save mindless slave-women might find joy in the midst of a lifeless land. Wounded, 
nearly dead, I had been brought to such a land by males, males who would take all from me 
without thought to any save themselves. My gaze rose to the thick, gray clouds above, 
seeking a sign from Mida that I had not been abandoned, yet no such sign was forthcoming. 
For long moments did I stand so, yearning toward Mida's skies, and then I felt a gentle touch 
upon my arm. 
"Jalav, you seem weary," said Tarla, her voice soft yet concerned. "Let us return to your 
halyar." 
I shook my head, leaving the searching of the skies for another time, and again began 
walking past the dwellings. I had somehow thought that perhaps there might be a weapon 
among the village females which I might make mine, yet I had seen none where there had not 
also been males. Each of the males wore a dagger at his belt, some bore spears, some 
bows, yet none of these things had been left in the possession of a female, and I saw no 
swords. Perhaps the males feared that a female with weapon in hand would attempt escape 
or battle, or perhaps it was merely that slave-women feared the touching of weapons. 
Whichever the truth of the matter, I saw naught which Jalav might take and use as her own. 
As I continued to look about, I grew aware of a lessening in the sounds about me. The 
females, in groups and alone, all seemed much interested in the look of Jalav. They stared 
with odd expressions upon their faces; those who sat or stood with others whispered 
animatedly, many were wide-eyed, some were amused. The older children, seeing the 
interest of their elders, also emulated their stares, attempting to pierce the mystery of she 
who walked among them. Only the looks of the males was I able to fathom, for they looked 
upon me as had the males who came to the slave enclosures of Bellinard, where I had once 
been pent. Their eyes showed great desire and hunger, yet none attempted to approach me 
and make his desire known. Most of the males I had seen were tall and strong, broad of 
shoulder and chest and lean of waist. Many would have been quickly taken and put to 
sthuvad use in the lands of Midanna, yet none approached and made his desire known. 
Briefly, my thoughts touched the memory of Pileth, a male of Bellinard, called Captain of the 
High Seat's Guard, one who had not hesitated to make his desire for me known. Much had 
Pileth and I pleasured one another, seeing to our mutual needs, yet these males about me 
said naught of their desire. Strange were males in their various ways, truly strange, and a 
warrior did well to keep her thoughts from them. 
Tarla, too, saw the looks about us and grew exceedingly anxious, yet she made no further 
suggestions that we return to my dwelling. My legs, though yet with the strength needed to 
carry me, nevertheless felt greatly wearied and had begun to throb a bit about the wounds. 
Leaves now flew about the ground above the dying grass, leaves of many colors which gave 
a false feeling of life to the land. The dwellings in their places, each of wood of a weathered 


brown, the village folk, each in leather of tan and furs of gray, all seemed part of the death of 
warmth, yet the scattering leaves reminded one that life remained elsewhere, among a 
people freer and happier than those about me. I continued to walk among the stares and 
whispers, Tarla unhappily by my side, and kept my thought with those in other lands. 
A number of reckid passed in silent walking, and then Tarla again grasped my arm. "There is 
Lialt's halyar," said she, much relief in evidence as she pointed toward a dwelling which stood 
among the others and yet also apart. Beside it stood a second dwelling, also among the 
others yet also apart, and Tarla saw my eyes upon it. 
"That is the halyar of Ceralt," said she, something of a smile upon her lips. "It is forbidden that 
you now enter therein, else I would show you where you shall dwell, yet you may enter Lialt's 
dwelling, where I may not. Go within and see if Lialt is about, for I would not face the return 
walk past the others alone if there is no necessity for it. Much would I have preferred the 
presence of snow upon the ground, for snow shall drive those tongue-waggers within their 
halyars." She turned about to look angrily toward the females who yet stood about and 
whispered, then returned her gaze to me. "Hurry, Jalav," said she, making motions toward the 
dwelling with her hands. "There is naught improper in your entering. You have my word!" 
I looked upon her in curiosity, caring naught for matters of propriety nor the stares of others. 
"You may not enter Lialt's dwelling" said I, my head to one side. "For what reason is this so?" 
Impatience flashed in the large, dark eyes before me, and Tarla took a breath before replying. 
"Lialt has said that he shall draw me from the circle," said she, the patience in her tone of the 
sort one uses with those who know little. "I am now forbidden entrance to his halyar till he has 
fetched new lacings to me in my father's halyar, and has led me within himself. So do matters 
stand between you and Ceralt, yet there is naught between you and Lialt, therefore may you 
enter his halyar-with haste!" 
Again words spoken to me held no meaning, and I felt myself fool for having asked. It is truly 
no wonder that city folk know so little, for how may one learn Mida's ways when all one's time 
is spent upon foolishness of the sort Tarla was ever concerned with? I shook my head, 
brushing a strand of hair from my face, well aware of Tarla's anxiety. Her eyes were now 
pleading as she looked up at me, therefore I shrugged in resignation and turned to Lialt's 
dwelling. Much pleased was I that it was not Ceralt's dwelling which I must enter, for I had no 
desire to go where the male dwelt. Tarla was much mistaken in believing that I, too, would 
dwell there, yet I had not corrected her in her ignorance. When the time came, my actions 
would instruct her more fully than any words. 
A strip of leather hung through a small hole in Lialt's door, and a pull upon the leather caused 
the wooden bar within to rise and allow the door its opening. Why these villagers used naught 
of doors which swung both in and out I knew not, yet the matter was so. To enter a dwelling 
within the village, one must pull upon leather. The interior was much the same as my 
dwelling, yet there was more within to show the presence of an owner. Here and there, upon 
the walls, were woven mats, yellows and reds and blues and greens, all mixed about and 
blended as though the falling leaves had been captured and formed. To the left of the door 
were leather cases, piled one upon the other, a set of fur leg wrappings astand beside the 
cases, as though recently left. Thinking that Lialt perhaps lay sleeping within I entered further, 
allowing the door to fall closed behind me, yet the closing of the door left no place where Lialt 
might be. To the right of the door, in the near corner, stood the dwelling's unused fireplace, a 
fire blazing only in the hearth to the far left. Below a window in the right wall stood a low 
platform, a full lenga pelt upon the floor before it, and strung between the right wall and the 
far wall, suspended from heavy metal hooks of the sort which were also to be found in my 
dwelling, was a thick, tightly bound length of leather, a length which exceeded the height of a 
tall male. To what purpose this length of leather might be put I knew not, nor did I care. That 
which village folk do holds little interest for a warrior. 
About to retrace my steps to Tarla, I halted as movement of some sort past the window 
caught my eye. No more than a flash of tan had there been, yet the thought came that 
perhaps Lialt was to be found without the dwelling to its rear. In truth, I had little wish to find 
the male, yet Tarla had seemed most anxious, and Hosta shall ever repay assistance to 
those to whom it is due. Tarla had served me well in the weakness of my wounds, and now 
might I, in some measure, return her aid. I strode to the window, feeling the warmth of the 
dwelling caused by the fire, and looked through to the outside. Beyond the woven window 
cover lay naught save a clearing, beyond that the beginning of the forest. Trees now waved 
gently in the wind which had sprung up, yet they waved to emptiness for naught living 
appeared to my sight. The window cover, made fast to the frame with rebal sap and woven 
from the clear thread of the commonly found tree maglessa, took very little from the true view 
of that which lay beyond the window. Midanna themselves have no need of the light thread 


produced by the maglessa, yet often is it found in use by village males and their slave-
women. Those of the village of Islat, a place in the lands of Midanna, also make use of the 
thread for their windows, yet the woven cloth is placed upon a frame which may be swung 
wide from the window itself. In such a manner do Islat folk make use of the cloth to protect 
their dwellings from the rains of Mida, and at other times swing the frames wide to allow 
entrance to the sweet, warm air of our land. Water and air find no easy passage through the 
thread, a thing to be thankful for in the village of those called Belsayah, a place where there is 
little in all to be thankful for. 
There being no further reason to stand before the window I began to step away, yet my gaze 
was immediately taken by that which lay upon the small, low platform beneath the window. I 
had not earlier seen the contents of the platform for my gaze had been for that which lay 
beyond the window, yet now I saw with great pleasure that Lialt had left a pipe and sack to 
hand, a fire-maker within easy reach of them. Long had it been since last I had filled a pipe, 
and surely had I thought that those of the cities knew naught of the pleasure a well-filled pipe 
might give. The pipe, carved from the black wood of the binda tree, lay smooth and inviting 
upon the platform, its very presence proclaiming its availability for use. Should one not wish 
one's pipe used, one puts it beyond the sight of others. 
Eagerly I took the pipe up, admiring the rubbed smoothness of its bowl, then opened the 
leather sack from which it might be filled. The grains within appeared odd, small, coarse and 
brown as they should have been, yet also with some bits of yellow well mixed within it. I 
considered the mixture briefly, then shrugged and filled the pipe. That Lialt used the mixture 
proved its acceptability, for what may a male do that a warrior may not? 
The lenga pelt at my feet seemed equally as inviting as the pipe, therefore I seated myself 
before putting the flamemaker to its use. The discomfort of the garment I wore tempted me to 
call Mida's vengeance down upon it, yet I refrained as I puffed the pipe to life. The taste of it 
was not unpleasant, a sweetness seemingly added by the yellow substance, and I leaned 
back in comfort, shaking my hair from my arms as I drew further upon the stem, the aches 
and strains of the fey draining slowly from my body and mind. 
Not long had I lain there, full upon the lenga pelt, drawing upon the pipe, when a great 
lethargy came over me. My arms and legs, no more than normally weary earlier, now felt 
possessed of great weight and little strength, much as though I were once again chained 
beneath the ground in Bellinard, and my vision swam about as though seeking a new 
viewpoint. Hand and pipe dropped as one to the wood beyond the pelt, my head fell to the 
pelt in a cloud of sweet-smelling smoke, and my hearing, keen as only that of a hunter and 
warrior might be, no longer touched the sounds of the world about me. Great clouds of white 
billowed, at once within as well as about me, and I no longer felt the warmth of the dwelling 
nor the discomfort of the garment. More thickly did the clouds swirl, thick as bits of leaves 
from the trees, yet lighter, as light as down from the feathered children of the wild. Well I 
knew that I lay upon the lenga fur in Lialt's dwelling, more helpless than when I lay beneath 
the spears of the Silla, yet I felt that I stood elsewhere, a distant land that was not a true land, 
a place where none save shadows dwelt. A feeling of menace caused me to stare about, to 
see what stood beyond the concealing clouds. No longer was my body constrained by the 
presence of garment and fur leg-wrappings, a thing most pleasurable-yet more than 
disturbing in its unexpectedness. I felt as though there were eyes upon me from out of the 
white, eyes sober with intensity, hard with deep-seeking interest, a feeling which caused me 
to move even farther from where I had first found myself. An unmeasured time I moved so, 
gaining very little distance as movement through the white was difficult, and then with 
unsettling suddenness the whiteness thinned to where I might see farther than my hand 
before my face, yet that which I saw was no comfort. The white was deeply piled upon the 
ground beneath my feet, stretching far into the distance with naught to obstruct it, yet was it 
plain to see that many tracks ran through the mounds, tracks which led in many hands of 
directions. I stood upon the soft whiteness, staring about at the tracks, and then my eyes 
went farther, to where the tracks led. Most tracks disappeared from sight into the distance, 
yet some seemed to lead, a long way off, to tiny movement of tiny forms. Much curiosity filled 
me as to what the movement might be, and despite the remaining sense of presence, I 
wished to go closer to the movement. There was a ripple in the unseen presence about me, 
disapproval strong and clear, yet the call of the movement ahead was strong, as though I 
were bound to it in some manner. I took a step forward, feeling the disapproval increase 
though I cared naught for it, and the call of the movement increased as well. I would go to the 
place which lured me so, for there, I felt sure, lay knowledge which I would do well to have. 
No more than three steps did I take when Lialt abruptly appeared from nothingness, a hand of 
paces away, and his eyes found me where I stood. 


"Jalav, return with me at once!" said he, angrily though I had not heard his voice. His lips had 
moved, forming the words he had wished to speak to me, yet no sound had traveled between 
us. The meaning of his speaking alone had come, deep within my head, and I saw that he, 
too, was unclothed. His very presence was annoyance, for I had no wish to share that place, 
nor was I yet prepared to return. Without speaking I turned from him and began to move 
toward my goal, yet the movement was still as slow as it had been-for me. Lialt, somehow, 
had not the difficulty that I found, and within three paces he had come far enough from where 
he had stood to place an arm before me. 
"We shall now return!" said he without sound, his light eyes nearly wild with anger. "Come of 
your own volition, or be forced to my will!" 
"I go elsewhere," said I, also without sound as I returned his gaze. "Your will means naught." 
Surely did my meaning reach him, for his eyes began to blaze as I turned my face once more 
toward the movement which I wished to approach. His arm, still held before me, seemed a 
slim barrier to my purpose, for an arm is easily avoided, yet this conclusion proved to be an 
error. With no further words and more quickly than I would have thought possible, the arm 
encircled me, and immediately upon contact all about me vanished. 
In the blackness which I next found myself, breathing proved nearly as difficult as motion. The 
weight of all things seemed to be upon me, and only slowly did I become aware of that which 
surrounded me. The sweetness in the air was very faint, a last lingering memory of that which 
had been, and my sight returned with the awareness of Lialt's arm about me, holding my 
shoulders from the lenga pelt and forcing a pot of liquid to my lips. No more than three 
swallows of the liquid was I allowed before the pot was taken from my lips, yet those three 
swallows proved sufficient to restore me somewhat. Again was I able to lift my arms and legs 
and no longer did my back require Lialt's support. I sat upon the pelt, Lialt's dwelling about 
me, and gazed most bitterly at the male who crouched beside me. 
"We shall one fey have a reckoning between us," said I to the male as he gazed narrow-eyed 
upon me. "I had no wish to return to this place as yet, and care little for having been forced 
here. What land was that, and how may I return to it?" 
Lialt crouched beside me without movement, his gaze as narrow-eyed as it had been, his 
forearms resting upon his thighs, no response to my questions upon his lips. Again were we 
each clad as we had been, somehow accomplished without my notice, and the warmth of the 
dwelling had caused moisture to form about my feet beneath their fur wrappings. Much did I 
wish to remove the wrappings, yet the slow head-shaking at that moment produced by Lialt 
stayed my hand. 
"You know not even where you were," said he, an odd tone to his voice, "yet you wish to 
return there. Were you born without sense, or have your recent wounds merely robbed you of 
what little you were given?" 
So quietly were these words spoken that a moment passed before I felt insulted. For a male 
to speak so to a warrior was great foolishness, yet I had no weapon to hand with which I 
might wipe out the insult. There was much between Lialt and myself which needed seeing to, 
and each time I had dealings with the male, the differences grew greater. I shifted upon the 
lenga pelt, knowing that the fey upon which these differences were settled would be bloody 
indeed. 
"Again your chin rises in stubbornness," said he, the calm tone rising to anger. "Though you 
be a child of the Snows, do you not know how close you came to being lost? By whose 
permission did you make free with my pipe? How dared you refuse to obey my will upon the 
Snows? In the name of the Serene Oneness, should Ceralt fail to punish you this time, I shall 
do so myself!" 
His anger had risen to great heights, and again his light eyes blazed as they had done in the 
strange white land. Forever was this Lialt becoming angered, and I had long since tired of it. 
No Tarla was I, to be spoken to so. 
"Lialt forgets that Mida watches over her warrior," said I quite coldly. "No danger was there in 
my being lost, save by the will of Mida. Should Mida wish one lost, that one will be lost no 
matter what her place might be. Your pipe lay in the open, a clear invitation to any who 
chanced by, and the war leader Jalav was pleased to accept the invitation, thereby honoring 
you. The will of a male means naught to a warrior, and less than that to a war leader of the 
Hosta. Lialt has now been answered, and Jalav, too, would be answered. What land have I 
stood in, and how may I return to it?" 
"By the fetid stench of Sigurr the dark!" shouted Lialt, rising to his full height so that he might 
glare down upon me. "I grow exceedingly weary of being told of Mida, warriors, and war 
leaders! Know you, wench, that one must walk the Snows many times with one who has often 
done so, before one may walk there alone! I, a Pathfinder, know the manner in which one 


may return from there, yet you, no more than a child of the Snows who has never been 
trained in the ways of a Pathfinder, would become lost till your body died from lack of 
tenancy! The thread is thin between flesh and spirit when the spirit walks the Snows, and had 
I not been there, even your Mida would not have been able to return you! Had I known that 
your spirit would find release through the Clouds of Seeing, never would you have been 
allowed entrance to my halyar! From this moment on, you are forbidden entrance here, and 
should I again find you within, you shall be chained to the wall in your own halyar! Have I 
made matters sufficiently clear for you?" 
"Indeed." I nodded, rising also to my feet so that I might gaze more directly into his eyes. 
"Lialt has shown that he fears the presence of Jalav in the white land, and for this he cannot 
be faulted. There are few lands which would not fall sooner to Midanna than to males." 
I folded my arms beneath my life sign as I spoke these words, and regarded the purpling of 
Lialt's visage with great interest. Seldom had I seen such anger directed at me before I had 
begun moving among the lands of males, and the occurrence yet held fascination. From the 
fey I had become war leader of the Hosta, none had dared attempt the direction of my 
behavior, nor had any spoken to me in the manner of males save with sword in hand. Of 
those who had faced me, none survived to give insult a second time, for quarter in battle is 
not the way of Midanna. It was a thing Midanna had yet to teach these males, for Lialt knew 
not what his words and actions might bring when directed toward a warrior. His purpling 
visage well displayed before me, he yet felt the need to draw himself up to an even greater 
height, and placed a large, grim hand upon my arm. 
"I cannot speak with you," he choked, great anger tightening the grip of his fingers. "Each 
time I speak with you, the urge for violence claims me? I shall return you to your halyar and 
leave you for Ceralt to see to!" 
Rudely was I then taken, by the arm, from the dwelling, a large-eyed and fearful Tarla 
awaiting without as we emerged. Lialt spared her no more than a glance as he strode past, 
hurrying me from the vicinity of his dwelling, and much did my anger match the male's. In no 
manner was I able to release his grip from my arm, nor was I able to slow his pace. Much did 
I wish to put the question to Mida as to the why of males having been given such strength, 
the while warriors were made to do with lesser. Tarla, seeing my anger and Lialt's and 
growing even more frightened, nevertheless hurried to match our pace so that she might walk 
to the far side of Lialt. 
"Lialt, what has happened?" she ventured in a low voice, glancing about herself at the great 
interest shown by those males and females of the village who had earlier looked upon us. 
They now stood and stared with disturbance clear upon their features, the males with frowns, 
the females close to fear. A moment Lialt remained silent, and then, grudgingly, he spoke. 
"She enveloped herself within the Clouds of Seeing and walked the Snows alone," said he, 
his eyes touching neither the girl beside him nor the folk all about. "I should have known from 
her ability to close me from her mind that the Paths would be open to her, yet the thought had 
not touched me. Had she been lost, the fault would have been mine." 
Tarla had gasped and paled upon hearing his words, yet at the end of them, her hand 
reached out shyly to touch the arm of the male. 
"You could not have truly known," said she, her voice soft and comforting, her dark eyes upon 
the tightened jaw muscles so clearly to be seen upon his cheek. "The High Rider shall see 
that you could not have known." 
Lialt's headlong pace slowed somewhat, yet the grim look he had adopted did not tighten. 
"I shall place the matter before Ceralt when he returns," said he, in no manner comforted. 
"Her safety was given into my hands, and it is the place of the Pathfinder to know another 
who might walk the Snows. My brother shall not be as lenient as you, Tarla mine." 
No answer did the female make save a lowering of her head, and we continued through the 
village in silence. The chill of the fey had grown deeper with the rising of the wind, and as my 
hair blew about my arms, I attempted to understand where Mida's light had gone. When I had 
first left my dwelling, the light had not yet reached its highest point, yet as I walked I saw that 
the light now lessened toward the darkness. No less than three hind had been lost in my visit 
to the white land, yet the passage of time had not been evident there. Strange was this thing, 
as strange as Lialt's speaking of it, for the male had said, that I had "walked the Snows." 
Perhaps the tracks I had seen were the paths he had previously spoken of, and he the chief 
tracker of the white lands. From the little he had said, I felt sure that not all were able to reach 
the land I had visited, and this I could find no reason for. I had reached the white land without 
effort, and where one may go, might not others thereafter follow? Confusion was high within 
me, and annoyance as well, for Lialt might have cleared the clouds from my understanding 
had he wished to. 


We came quickly within easy sight of the lanthay enclosure, and a glance toward the males 
who yet stood within caused Tarla to draw her breath in sharply. 
"Nearly had I forgotten," said she to Lialt, her hand agrasp his arm. "Earlier, in the corral-
Jalav was seen by Balinod. When he learned her identity, he smiled upon her openly, before 
the other riders!" 
An amusing indignation and anger were in the girl's tone, yet Lialt's features darkened rather 
than lightened. 
"Ceralt shall see to Balinod's insolent manner," said he, a grimness in the glance he sent me. 
"In this matter, he shall not find his High Rider willing to overlook his actions due to the blood 
we three share." 
"First Famira, now her brother Balinod," said Tarla with a shake of her head. "A pity one 
cannot choose one's blood relatives." 
"Indeed a pity," nodded Lialt, his dourness only then lifting somewhat. He looked down upon 
Tarla, who walked by his side, and his arm moved to encircle her, a true fondness appearing 
on his features. Much gentle feeling did Lialt have for the small female, yet this gentleness 
had not loosened the grasp of his fingers upon my arm. 
In no more than a hand of reckid farther, we again stood within the dwelling which was mine. 
At last was my arm released, yet the look given me by Lialt contained as much inflexibility as 
had his grip. 
"You shall remain here till Ceralt's return," said he, his brows drawn down in deep 
disapproval. "There is little time left till you may be circled, and I shall suggest that you be 
kept within till that time comes." 
He began to turn away from me, prepared to leave, yet I could not allow matters to be left so. 
Though I burned with anger at his words, I pushed the anger from me and touched his arm to 
halt him. 
"Lialt, I must know," said I, speaking to him as though he were the equal of a warrior. "What is 
the meaning of the movement I saw, and why did it draw me so?" 
Lialt turned again to face me, expressionlessness covering him, yet in a moment he nodded. 
"Very well," said he, his light eyes looking deep within me. "I shall have to school you at some 
time for your own protection, and perhaps this is the best way to begin. You saw, I wager, 
many paths upon the Snows, yet there was movement at no more than one or two points." 
The words were less question than statement, and at my nod, Lialt nodded as well. 
"I know this only from memory of my own first walk," said he, folding his arms upon his broad, 
leather-clad chest. "All paths have movement upon them in many places, yet much time must 
pass in study before one is able to see this. The movement is ever an event of importance, 
usually containing much violence, yet not always. The birth of a man of importance is shown 
as clearly as the death of a city. When one first begins his walks, only those events of great 
importance to the walker are perceived, should there be any. Many Pathfinders do not see 
themselves upon the Snows, for they are searcher only, never participating in the events 
which are shown them, yet you are yourself a child of the Snows, as Ceralt and I also seem 
to be. The movement you saw drew you because of your own presence in the event of 
importance, yet had you gone closer, you might not have known yourself in the seeing of it. 
The shadow you cast upon the Snows is that of the hadat, and Ceralt's shadow is that of the 
lanthay. Of these two things I am sure, yet I am not yet sure of my own shadow. I think 
perhaps I am the revro, flying above all upon wings of vision, yet there is also a scaled sednet 
and a red flame bound about your doings. It is also possible that I am one of these. " 
Lialt paused, as though to give me opportunity to speak, yet there was naught I might speak 
of. That which I had been told contained much to be thought upon, and my silence, in some 
manner, gave the male satisfaction. Rather than pressing me for comment, he turned quietly 
and drew Tarla from the dwelling with him, leaving me to my thoughts. The warmth of the fire 
gave discomfort in the dwelling, therefore I removed the fur leg wrappings, then went to seat 
myself upon the lenga pelts before submerging myself in the words Lialt had spoken. 
Surely no more than a hin passed before Tarla's return, yet I paid her no mind as she 
removed her leg wrappings then took herself to the fire. Much had I thought upon the white 
land, and much did I wish to visit it again, this time seeing all there might be to be seen. I had 
come to understand that the white land was a part of Mida's realm, a part that few were 
allowed a vision of. This, perhaps, was that which Mida wished me to see in the land of 
males, a thing which had been kept from Midanna yet was now to be made theirs. I would 
return with this knowledge to my home lands, and then would my sister warriors ride forth 
behind me, to first free the Hosta, and then wrench from these males the means by which the 
white land might be reached. Lialt I would carefully keep from death so that he might be made 
to speak of all he had learned upon his journeys, and then would I again go forth to study the 


movement I had seen. The call of the movement continued to burn within me, and something 
of urgency was now apparent in the call. 
"Jalav, here is your vellin," said Tarla from beside me, startling me with the unexpectedness 
of words and movement. She knelt beside the lenga pelt I sat upon, a cut of vellin upon a 
square of wood, held invitingly in her hands. Her eyes were unaccountably sad as I took the 
provender from her, and abruptly she could no longer keep her sadness within. 
"Jalav, I feel your coming punishment as you do!" she blurted, putting a gentle hand to my 
cheek. "Ceralt shall be exceedingly cross with you, yet perhaps the weight of his arm might 
be lessened should you weep at first sight of the leather. I have been told by others that the 
ploy is sometimes effective, and I shall ask my elder sister what else you might do!" 
The agitation in the female was great indeed, yet I, with my thoughts yet floating about the 
white land, knew not what she meant. 
"Of what do you speak?" said I, examining the condition of the vellin. Tarla's upset had 
happily spared the cut as much exposure to the fire as was usual with her, and the blood ran 
upon the wooden board in a most satisfying manner. 
A moment of silence followed my query, and then Tarla's hand withdrew from my cheek as 
she sighed heavily. 
"Ah, Jalav," said she, her eyes sad. "You pretend to unconcern, yet how may a woman be 
unconcerned with the anger of a man? Does she not see the anger upon his face, does she 
not feel the anger in the weight of his leather upon her? Lialt has said that Ceralt now deems 
you well enough to punish properly, and you shall not this time escape your due. I know you 
have been fearing Ceralt's return, for I saw the deep preoccupation upon you as I entered 
earlier, yet perhaps he may be swayed from his purpose." Here she hesitated, a bright flush 
coloring her cheeks as her voice lowered in embarrassment. "As you have already shared 
Ceralt's furs, it would not be unseemly for you to beg his use of you before the punishment. I 
have heard it said that a man is gentle in his satisfaction, and generous after release. 
Perhaps he may then punish you only a little-if at all. " 
Her words had fallen upon one another in her haste to release them, and her cheeks had 
grown so bright that one might think her fevered. Young Tarla, it seemed, had never taken a 
male as would have a warrior of her kalod, and the thought of male and female together 
caused her embarrassment. Little understanding had I of why this was so, yet my curiosity 
upon the point was pushed aside by anger. It was expected by the village slave-women that I 
would fear Ceralt and his punishments, and it was also expected that I attempt to placate him 
in some manner to ease the pain he would bring. I raised the vellin to my lips and tore a bite 
from it with my teeth, feeling the warm blood drip from the corner of my mouth. Much pain 
had I felt in my kalod as a warrior, some brought to me by Ceralt in various ways, yet never 
had I cringed before the promise of pain, never had I crushed my dignity underfoot to keep 
the pain from me. I bit again at the vellin, anger rising to fury in its towering strength, and the 
taste of the vellin grew ashes in my mouth. I threw the meat back to its board with strength, 
causing a gasp of alarm in Tarla, and looked upon the now-frightened female as the war 
leader I was. 
"Never shall I fear a male," said I to her, though I wished to shout the words. "Ceralt may lash 
me if he wishes, yet never shall I beg his use! Never!" 
Tarla cringed back in fear, so strongly had my anger come to her, yet my anger was not yet 
done. Unbidden came the memory of a time with Ceralt, a time when my desire for the male 
had been so great that I had begged his use as he had demanded. Shame filled me that I 
might be so weak before the male, as weak as a slave-woman in all her helplessness. I cast 
the wooden square and the vellin to the floor, rose quickly to my feet, then strode to the 
window, leaving a frightened Tarla locked in place behind me. Without the dwelling the fey 
had darkened, strong wind blowing the trees about in anguish. I, too, felt anguish over the 
place of my capture, and knew that I must soon put the village well behind me. 
Silence filled the dwelling for many reckid, then, at last, Tarla again found her voice. "Jalav," 
she whispered with a tremor. "I did not mean to . . ." 
"Leave me!" I snapped, my eyes unmoving from the grayness beyond the window. No longer 
had I patience for the folly of the girl. With no more than a pause for the replacing of leg furs, 
the female left as she had been bidden to do. In scant moments, I saw her hurrying toward 
the other end of the village, her head low, her hand to her mouth. Undoubtedly there were 
tears in her eyes as well, yet such a thing meant naught to a warrior. It was well past the time 
for Jalav to be on her way, and as the chill winds seemed to have driven the village folk within 
their dwellings, I turned from the window, replaced my own leg furs, then went to the door. 
No eyes were upon me as I moved toward the trees beyond the edge of the village. Those 
within the lanthay enclosure had been well wrapped in the business they were about, and 


females no longer stood about regarding their doings. The wind blew my hair to a frenzy of 
flying, yet it came from before me so my vision was unobscured. The hard ground was nearly 
like rock, so faintly did my trail show in it, yet I, myself, would have followed the track with 
ease. No need was there to announce my direction of travel with others undoubtedly coming 
behind me, yet there was no well-leafed branch to hand to cover the track. I paused once I 
was well among the trees so that I might look about, yet naught met my eye that might be of 
use. The chill of the air and the greater chill of the wind made me reluctant to accept the sole 
course of action left to me, yet I had no choice. Amid the swaying branches of leafless trees, I 
loosened the leather ties of the covering I wore and removed it, then turned with my back to 
the cutting wind so that I might brush lightly at the ground over which I had walked. Once this 
was done, I turned my line of march to the south, walking and brushing with as much care 
and speed as possible. 
Some few hind was I able to continue so, my hair held in one hand, my covering in the other, 
before I was forced to replace the leather garment. My body had first been chilled by the 
exposure, then warmed somewhat by walking and brushing, yet the passing hind had left 
naught save a numbness upon me and in my bones, so that I shivered violently even as I 
attempted to steady my hand for the brushing. I halted and looked about as I tested the wind, 
knowing full well that I had not been able to secure a weapon for the long journey back to the 
south. This lack might well mean my life should I come upon the lenga or falth before I had 
been able to make a spear, yet the matter was far beyond my ability to alter. First I must put 
many forest lengths between me and the males behind, then I might think upon arming 
myself against the children of the wild. My stiffened fingers fumbled with the leather garment 
before I was able to draw it on, my difficulty with it even greater than usual. Much had I grown 
to hate the confinement of the garment, yet it was clear that one might not survive without it in 
these lands. I freed my hair of it and drew the bindings tight, securing also the hopper belt 
about my middle. I had held the belt with the covering, not wishing to cast it aside where it 
might be found, and now retained it for another reason. Soon would I find the need to hunt, 
and the metal of the belt might well be used in the fashioning of a spear or in the setting of 
traps. I felt no regret at having left the vellin Tarla had prepared, though its loss would be felt 
most keenly upon my journey. The empty woods about proclaimed the scarcity of game, and 
my former gauntness was most likely to come again and this time stay awhile. I paused only 
long enough to watch the bright-colored leaves fly about over the ground I had brushed, then 
I turned once more in the direction of my homeland. 
Darkness was not far from descending when I paused again to consider my position. The 
trees waved less now that the wind had quieted, but the cold had advanced to the point 
where it had become a gnawing thing, turning my hands and face red with its caress. I 
shivered in the near darkness, standing close beside a tree as though warmth might be 
drawn from the cold, dead bark, feeling the throb of my wounds from the constant clenching 
of my muscles as they attempted to fend off the cold. I had not come as far as I had wished, 
and darkness would not bring a halt to the march. I could ill afford to sleep through the 
darkness, buried in some hollow tree trunk, for my pursuers could well discover me through 
accident so close to the village. It would be necessary to continue the travel, though I knew 
not whether I might find the strength to continue. For some time my breathing had been 
coming in gasps, as though through lack of air, and I was forced to lean upon the tree I stood 
near for support. No longer was I concerned with hunting for I felt no hunger, and the rough, 
ridged bark of the tree against my cheek caused the burning on my skin to increase before it 
subsided. My hair stirred slightly where it lay against my thigh, and I, myself, was the only 
cause of movement I had seen since I had left the village. The bare trees were dark shadows 
against the dimming gray of the skies, and much did I yearn to build a fire in that cold, empty 
land. 
At last I forced myself from the tree and walked on, knowing an easy trot would be best for 
the distance I must cover, knowing also that even the easiest of trots was beyond me. When 
the darkness grew too cold and tiring to bear, I would choose a long branch and trim it, then 
use a stone or tree to sharpen it, thereby giving my mind and hands something to do that 
would keep sleep from them. Sleep was now my enemy, and enemies must be conquered if 
one is to survive. I blew upon my hands and rubbed them, causing them to tingle, then held 
them to my face till the burning in my cheeks had eased. My eyes had found my fur leg 
wrappings, and I stumbled through the forest watching each step as I took it. 
There had been no sound save the crackling of my feet upon the dry, dying leaves and the 
occasional flap of wings of a feathered child of the wild, yet suddenly there was a great 
crackling all about among the trees, and lanthay appeared as though from nowhere, their 
riders guiding them to circle around me. I whirled about, seeking a means through their ranks 


yet finding none, my heart beating wildly, and then my gaze fell upon him who led the riders. 
Ceralt sat his lanthay almost negligently, his eyes looking down upon me where I stood, my 
feet spread wide, my hand groping for a sword which was not to be found. No word was 
spoken by any of the males, and I felt their eyes upon me as well. I knew not how they had 
found me so quickly, yet it mattered not. Had I been beneath the protection of Mida, they 
would not have found me at all. Once again I had erred in thinking Mida at last pleased with 
her warrior, and once again would Mida show her anger at my foolishness. I kept my eyes 
from moving longingly to the south and merely folded my arms beneath my life sign, the 
bitterness of my failure held well within my soul. Ceralt had once more captured me, and he 
would be the instrument of Mida's displeasure. 
Ceralt did not pause long enough in his study of me for the cold to become unbearable. He 
stirred upon his lanthay, his face difficult to see in the gathering darkness, and then he urged 
his mount forward till he stood beside me to the right. Again he looked down upon me where I 
stood, my hair blowing slightly in the nearly still wind, and he shook his head, as though in 
wonder. 
"Truly had I begun to doubt," said he, though more to himself than aloud. "The Snows, 
through Lialt, directed me to be here this fey, awaiting we knew not what. Now do I see the 
importance of the matter, and give thanks to the Serene Oneness that I obeyed without 
reluctance." Then he straightened upon his lanthay, and his voice no longer held the odd, 
musing quality it had had. It sharpened, and a frown took seat upon his features. "What do 
you do so far from the village, wench?" he demanded in a growl. "By whose permission do 
you walk these woods alone?" 
His anger had begun to grow, yet I made no answer to his questions for his previous words 
had startled me. The males had lain in wait in the woods at the direction of-something-from 
the white land, serving a presence they knew naught of. Well did I remember the feel of the 
presence in the white land, and well did I know that the presence was not Mida. It had not, 
then, been by Mida's will that I was once more captured, and therefore was I free to attempt 
resistance. Ceralt's lanthay stood beside me, dancing about in the manner of a high-strung 
beast, filled with much restlessness and the urge to do. No sooner had I come to the 
knowledge that it was not Mida's hand which was before my path, than I raised my voice in 
the Hosta war cry, jumping toward the lanthay and clapping my hands sharply. The beast 
exploded from me in great confusion, a scream of its own filling the air as it nearly unseated 
Ceralt, yet I waited no longer to see more. With my blood racing about inside me, I circled 
Ceralt's lanthay and made for the gap in the ring his coming forward had produced, and was 
through and running before the other males knew aught was about. The fur leg-wrappings 
dragged at my feet, slowing my pace, my breath came in great gasps which threatened to 
open my chest, leafless branches slapped and flew at me trying to take my sight, yet I ran on 
through the gloom of coming darkness, determined to win my freedom. A vast ache had 
begun in my body, attempting to take the strength from my limbs, causing sweat to form upon 
my forehead, beneath my breasts, in my armpits. Ahead of me was thicker woods, no trail 
however small, no more than bare trees standing one upon the other. Could I but reach the 
tangle of their presence, no lanthay might take its great bulk through behind me. I pounded 
for it, taking no note of the branches which tore at the leather of my covering and plucked at 
my flying hair, stumbling in my haste, yet where I might once have outrun a lanthay, I could 
no longer do so. A great toll had been taken by the Silla spears, and Ceralt, upon his lanthay, 
thundered up beside me, his left arm reaching down to circle my waist. Though I struggled 
and struck out at him, I was nevertheless drawn to the lanthay's back before him, thrown belly 
down across the leather band which girded the beast, and held in such a position by Ceralt's 
right fist in my hair. Cold, hard earth was thrown in my face by the lanthay's slowing, and then 
we turned about and rejoined the others of the males. 
The return ride to the village was a great humiliation. The males had laughed to see me belly 
down before Ceralt, my hair falling against his lanthay's leg, a fistful of it still in Ceralt's 
possession. The mount's fur caressed my cheek where it lay, yet sight of Ceralt's leg, so near 
to my face, diminished whatever pleasure might have come from the touch. I fought the grip 
which kept me prisoner before a male; however success was not meant to be mine. Ceralt's 
fist closed tighter still, nearly pulling the hair from my head, and my struggle did no more than 
take whatever strength remained to me. Still was I held as I had been, the cold blowing down 
the back of my covering, the sweat turning chill upon my body, the smell of lanthay and male 
strong in my nostrils. The ground moved past in a blur below me, easily covered by the 
lanthay's rapid, relaxed pace, and I buried my own fists in the lanthay's fur, for the first time 
fearful upon a beast. No more than Ceralt's hand kept me from sliding from the beast to the 
ground, and never before had I been done so, placed before a male as his possession and 


prize. The head of the lanthay turned to sniff my arm in curiosity, and miserably I buried my 
face in its side, hearing the laughter and banter of the males all about, yet unable to face it. 
All too soon was the village again before us, the lighted squares of its dwellings' windows 
floating in the darkness. Ceralt and the others rode to my dwelling and halted, the form of 
Lialt appearing out of the darkness as the lanthay came to a stop. Ceralt released my hair 
and slid from the lanthay with ease, then reached up and, taking me by the waist, placed me 
upon the ground beside him. No sooner had my feet been firmly placed upon the ground, 
than Ceralt's fist was again in my hair. In such a manner was I taken before Lialt, who 
frowned down upon me in great anger. 
I know not how you found her, brother," said he to Ceralt, "yet surely must the Serene 
Oneness have intervened. Upon finding her gone, I searched for her trail, yet it disappeared 
from before my eyes as though she had grown wings and flown." 
"All would have had little success in following her," said Ceralt, giving my head a sharp shake 
by the hair. His anger was cold and his voice displeased, and nearly did I cry out from the 
shake. "The wench knows the forests and the means to hide her track better than most 
hunters," said he to an even more deeply frowning Lialt. "She would have been lost to me if 
not for your timely reading of the Snows." 
"Ah!" breathed Lialt, pleasure replacing the frown upon his features. "Her flight was then 
meant to be, and her recapture as well. Perhaps the episode was meant as a lesson for her, 
to show her the folly of disobedience." 
"Perhaps," agreed Ceralt, turning my head so that I must look up at him. "Has a lesson in 
obedience been taught you, wench?" 
"I have been taught the folly of failing to remain alert," said I, the pain of his grip turning my 
voice husky. "Had I had my wits about me, the presence of males in the forest would have 
been easily detected." 
Lialt growled in anger, yet Ceralt showed a grin of amusement. "Still she remains untamed," 
said he, his eyes never leaving my face. "She has much to learn, and the time is long past for 
the teaching of it. Let us, in some small measure, begin." 
Lialt stepped aside as Ceralt guided me to the door of my dwelling and within, and then 
followed to close the door behind the three of us. The warmth of the dwelling was so welcome 
that I began trembling, and Ceralt released my hair to walk from me to the fire. 
"Soon deep winter shall be upon us, brother," said he as he stretched his palms toward the 
flames. "How much longer before we may begin the journey?" 
"Matters move more swiftly toward the moment," replied Lialt, walking to join Ceralt at the fire. 
"The sednet is not yet among us, though the flame approaches with good speed. Once most 
have been brought together, the journey may begin." 
"Good," nodded Ceralt, looking upon his brother. "Read the Snows as often as is safe for you, 
and name the time when it has become clear." 
The two males warmed themselves by the fire, a thing I, myself, would have wished to do had 
they not been present. Much had the cold gone deeply in my bones, yet sooner would I 
remain as I was than join them where they stood. I wrapped my arms about me to still the 
shivering and crouched down where I had been left, ranting silently over the presence of the 
other males without the dwelling. My hand stole to my hair where Ceralt had gripped it, yet 
naught was amiss save a sore scalp. The male had previously taken me by the hair so, yet 
never had his grip been so tight and demanding. Changes had occurred in the male Ceralt, 
yet none which would find approval in the eyes of a warrior. 
"It is my place to read the Snows," agreed Lialt near the fire, "yet the place is one I prefer 
keeping alone. I have no need of unskilled assistance to hamper my searches." 
"Of what do you speak?" frowned Ceralt, searching Lialt's face for a hint of meaning. "There 
are none within the village who are potential Pathfinders." 
"We are now blessed with one," returned Lialt with dryness, moving his gaze to me. "She 
helped herself to my pipe and sack, and went happily advancing through the Snows of 
tomorrow with girlish glee and enthusiasm. When I attempted to retrieve her, she refused my 
will, and I was forced to blend our spirits in order to return." Here Lialt paused, and though he 
took no notice of my bristling anger, he looked upon a furious Ceralt shamefacedly. "It is also 
my place to know one who has the ability to walk the Snows," said he in a quiet manner. "In 
this I have failed you, Ceralt, and nearly was the girl lost." 
"My disappointment in your failure is deep, Lialt," said the larger male, causing Lialt's face to 
darken and his head to lower. "There are few a High Rider may depend upon, and surely his 
Pathfinder should be one and his brother a second. When the two are one, disappointment is 
sharper, stronger, more painful. That the wench is willful and ever angering you should not 
have kept you from knowing her abilities." 


Ceralt's voice had been uncompromisingly grim, and Lialt had made no answer, nor had he 
again met Ceralt's eyes. The larger male turned to gaze into the fire, yet abruptly he looked 
again upon Lialt with a frown. 
"The point had nearly passed me by," said Ceralt to a brother who gazed upon the wood of 
the floor. "Early this fey, you walked the Snows to bring me the message I was meant to 
have, yet you were forced to walk them again to retrieve the wench. How close did you come 
to being unable to return yourself?" 
Lialt, in discomfort, raised his eyes and moved a hand in negation. "There was very little 
resistance," said he, his tone dismissing the thought. "Although Pathfinders have been known 
to be forever lost if they walk the Snows more often than once each fey, the need to bring the 
girl to safety overrode the will of my spirit to remain. The Clouds of Seeing did not blind me to 
the passage of time, for I knew not how long she had been upon the Snows." 
"Purely a matter of good fortune all the way about," growled Ceralt, and his gaze came to me 
where I crouched with my arms about me. The flames danced in the silver of his belt, yet the 
coldness of the dark had entered his eyes. "Remove your boots," said Ceralt to me. "Your 
willfulness has nearly caused disaster to all, and this time punishment shall not be kept from 
you." 
Beneath his stare, I could do naught save remain in my crouch. So large was the male, so 
uncaring in his anger, and no weapon was there for Jalav to put hand to. A scant moment did 
he wait, and then he strode to me and pushed me to the floor. 
"You shall learn obedience," he glared, "Sigurr take me if you do not!" His hands, as he 
spoke, pulled the fur leg-wrappings from me, and Lialt's eyes did not leave us. With the leg 
wrappings removed, Ceralt's large hands took hold of my arms, and once again I stood upon 
the worn, gritty wood of the floor. Great was the anger of the male before me, yet the turning 
of my insides shamed me more than had he. In fury at myself and at the male who had 
caused me to feel so, I struggled in his grip and met his light, blazing eyes. 
"Jalav obeys no male!" I hissed, feeling the pain of the strands of my hair caught beneath his 
hands. "Thrice have I felt the touch of a lash, and should it be Mida's will, I shall bear it a 
fourth time! Go and fetch your lash, male! No more than my blood shall it take from me!" 
The fury rose high in me, memory strong of the pain I had had at the hands of males. No 
more than pain do males seek to give, for pleasure is to be kept for them alone. Ceralt's eyes 
had narrowed, disturbance showing clearly within them, and Lialt left the fire to come and 
place a hand on his brother's shoulder. 
"Ceralt, she does not feign her hatred," said Lialt, his tone uneven. "It sickens me to think of 
that which must have been done to her to make her so. That the hatred shows only with her 
fear disturbs me even more, for that indicates how deeply it is buried. Though I have often 
counseled her punishment, I now feel that gentleness may be the only path to the healing of 
her soul." 
Lialt's light eyes were deeply saddened, yet Ceralt stood before me, his head ashake. "She 
has not yet learned to accept gentleness from men," said he, his voice heavy as his eyes 
searched deep within me. "Should she be given gentleness, she will see it as no more than 
weakness, something to be scorned. Once I gave her gentleness and love, and she pushed 
me aside in her thoughts and went about seeing to her own will. Not again will I be pushed 
aside so, looked upon fondly but without respect. I will have the respect of the woman who is 
mine, and I will have her obedience as well. She will not be lashed, but she will be punished." 
So firmly had Ceralt spoken that Lialt removed his hand from his brother's shoulder and 
returned to the fire, standing and staring into its depths, his back to us. Ceralt yet had his 
gaze upon me, the unruly lock of dark hair again upon his forehead, desire and determination 
strong in his eyes. His tone had held bitterness when he had spoken of gentleness and 
respect, as though there were memories within him which had given pain. I had no 
understanding of what pain he felt, and he did not speak of it again. He merely seated himself 
cross-legged upon the floor, and pulled me to his lap and arms. 
"Jalav, listen carefully," said he, his arms about me holding me to his chest. "You know well 
enough that I have never lashed you, nor will I ever do so. You, however, must learn that a 
man's word is not to be refused, else shall punishment be brought to you. You have refused 
the will of Lialt, and you have refused my will. Now shall punishment come to you through 
your own actions." 
Gentle indeed had been the tone of Ceralt, yet his hand then went to his belt and withdrew a 
length of leather. As I had sat in his arms and against his chest, the smell of him strong, the 
strength of him compelling, a weakness had stolen over me, one that I had felt before when 
beside the male. Much had his close presence stirred my blood, flashing through the center 
of my being with desire for him, smothering the anger and the fury and the will to depart. Well 


did I remember the gentleness he had spoken of, yet gentleness was a thing no warrior might 
remember when about the business of Mida. Surely Ceralt knew that! I raised my eyes to his 
face and regarded him, he who was so strong and broad and appealing to a warrior. His eyes 
were again upon me, and when our eyes met, his lips lowered to mine in a touch which was 
both strong and gentle at one time. He crushed me to him, taking my lips fiercely, and then 
was I turned about and held for the leather. My flesh had been bared for its coming, and 
come it did, the strength of Ceralt's arm well behind each stroke. I writhed and struggled in 
humiliation, knowing the leather harder than the lash on a warrior's pride, yet there was no 
escape from that which Ceralt wished for me. When he felt the matter well done, I was 
released and placed upon my lenga pelt, and I clung to the hairs of the pelt with my fists, 
burying my face deep, so that none might see me in my humiliation. Ceralt went to the fire 
and spoke softly to Lialt, and the second male left, only to return long reckid later. Still was I 
unable to look upon him, for the ache and sting of the leather had not eased much, yet the 
choice was taken from me. Ceralt pulled me from the fur and held me for the pot Lialt had, 
and once more the potion took all consciousness from me. 

CH 8. The circle of choice-and a vow is stolen 
Thought returned with the opening of my eyes, yet I lay still for many reckid, unwilling to 
move. Clearly, in my mind's eye, lay the memory of the previous darkness, and my bitterness 
and humiliation were great. I turned my head in the lenga fur to gaze at the fire, feeling no 
comfort from the softness beneath my cheek and upon my body. No longer was the leather 
garment upon me, yet this, too, was an infuriating cause for shame. Without doubt, Ceralt and 
Lialt had removed the garment from me, perhaps even amusing themselves with my 
unknowing body. Some small soreness remained from the touch of Ceralt's leather, and I 
closed my eyes, tasting the sourness of confusion unrelieved. Many times had Ceralt done 
me so, giving me humiliation and pain, yet never before had he been so firm in his decision, 
so hard with the leather. Most often I had felt that he beat me reluctantly, wishing the need for 
it were unnecessary, yet this time there had been much of willingness in his strokes, and my 
flesh twinged in memory of such willingness to give me punishment. Once before had he 
beaten me so, with willingness, using naught save his hand, the occasion being the time I 
had lured the hunting hadat to me to keep it from being slain by city males. At that time he 
had told me that I was never to do again as I had done with the hadat, and I had known then 
that I could not gainsay him in the matter, that his word had been as the word of Mida. 
Strange did it seem that the word of a male might be likened to the word of Mida. I drew my 
hands below my chin so that I might lean upon them. Was there ever a time that a male must 
be heeded as a warrior would heed the will of Mida? Would there be a time when I, myself, 
would find the need to obey Ceralt as I now obeyed none save Mida? I shook my head 
angrily, dismissing the thought, yet it continued to plague me. How often would I find 
punishment and humiliation at the hands of the male? How long before I might ride free of his 
demands and disapproval? 
A fair amount of time had passed before it came to me that rain covered the dwelling's 
windows, yet the rain was of a sort which I had never seen before. Hard as stones did the 
rain seem, clattering upon the wooden frames of the windows and upon the roof as well. Dim 
was the dwelling even with the firelight, and few would be the folk about on such a fey. The 
thought at first caused little interest in me, then I cursed myself for a fool. On such a fey might 
escape be more than possible, my movements hidden beneath the tears of Mida. On the 
instant did I decide to make the attempt, and quickly sat up to throw the covering lenga pelt 
from me-only to find that which I had not earlier felt. A slim circle of metal held firmly to my left 
ankle, three links then leading to a bolt set newly in the floor. In anger, I reached over and 
tugged at the bolted links, yet my ankle remained held in the circle of metal as though there 
was naught which might free it. In fury, I pulled harder yet, then beat impotently at that which 
sealed my captivity. Ceralt had done this, had again set me in chains, and I would have gone 
for the eyes of the male had he been within reach! Much did I throw myself about in rage, 
shouting imprecations down upon Ceralt's head, yet my struggles were to no avail. Chained 
did Ceralt wish me, and chained would I remain till he saw fit to free me. 
In misery, I sat myself upon the lenga pelt, my knees drawn up to my chin, my arms wrapped 
about them, my hair partly beneath me, partly over my shoulder. I now felt the weight and 
inflexibility of the metal, holding me where I least wished to be. The wind blew the stonelike 
rain against the walls and windows of the dwelling, now softly, now with a force like that of 
charging warriors, and the warmth of the fire seemed to do little for the chill of the room. I sat 
so for no more than a handful of reckid, and then the door opened and closed quickly, 
admitting a dripping wet Tarla. The female wore her usual coverings, yet another covering 


had been added as well. Upon her upper body were furs, much like the leg wrappings, yet 
these furs covered her body to her waist including her arms, then rose from her collar to 
cover her head as well. No more than her face showed from the midst of them, and as quickly 
as the door closed behind her, she drew off the body furs, shook the water from them, then 
hung them upon a wall peg. The leg wrappings followed the body covering, also shaken and 
stood by the wall, and then the female turned to me, a pleasant smile of greeting upon her 
face. 
"How do you fare upon this new fey, Jalav?" said she, her tone light as she pushed at her hair 
with one hand. "Though the fey starts poorly, it is sure to improve with the coming of 
darkness. " 
She looked down at me where I sat, her large eyes sparkling merrily, a delighted laugh 
bubbling in her tone. With the metal fast about my ankle, I saw little reason for such gaiety 
and less for pretending to pleasantness. I looked upon her with the coldness a war leader 
showed for an erring warrior, yet this, too, seemed to amuse her. 
"Now, now, none of that!" she laughed, waving a finger in mock severity. "You must not frown 
at all this fey, for frowns put lines in the loveliest of faces. As soon as you have eaten your 
falum, we shall brush and comb your hair to shining." 
She then took herself to the fireplace and began preparing falum, humming softly as she 
worked. Without doubt she had seen that I was chained, yet she smiled and laughed and 
hummed as though in the best of spirits. I moved my eyes to follow her actions, frowning at 
such inexplicable behavior. Perhaps her wits had been taken by Mida, and she no longer 
knew what she was about. If that were the case, I would be kind to her, for one must always 
be kind to those who are bereft. 
In a short while the falum was heated, and Tarla placed some in a pot, then brought the pot to 
where I sat. The odor of the cooking falum had caused my appetite to stir, yet captivity had 
ever proven itself an excellent curb to the urge to feed. I had no wish for the falum, and 
turned my face from Tarla's offering hands. 
"Take the falum, Jalav," said Tarla softly, an odd hint of strength to her tone as she knelt 
before me. "You ate poorly upon the fey previous, therefore shall I see you well fed this fey. " 
"Shall you indeed," said I, turning again to regard her. "I had thought I had made it plain that I 
no longer wished your presence. " 
The female showed no sign of the flush I had expected. Instead, her chin rose high and a 
flashing anger came to her eyes. 
"Oh, aye!" she nodded shortly. "You did indeed make it plain that my presence was no longer 
wanted! And I, like a silly fool, ran blubbering from your displeasure, allowing you to make 
away from the village with none to stop you! Had Ceralt not found you and fetched you back 
across his lanthay, this fey you would be without shelter and food, alone in the woods, pelted 
by sleet, and half dead! Had I been Ceralt, the hiding you received would have done far more 
toward knocking the foolishness from you! Now, take the falum and eat!" 
Again was the pot thrust at me, Tarla's anger nearly spilling the falum from over the side of it. 
I was taken much aback by the female's ranting, for she seemed a different Tarla from the 
one I had known. No longer did she seem to fear me, no longer were there tears close behind 
her large-eyed gaze. Now there lay a sternness upon her, as though I were not yet a warrior, 
and she an attendant grown weary of my disobedience, recalling again her warriorhood. 
Once, when I was a child, an attendant had grown angry with me in such a way, the warrior 
blood in her coming again to the fore. I had thereafter taken care not to anger her further, for 
her dagger had been sharp, and I had not had the skill to wield one. This Tarla, however, 
knew naught of the ways of a warrior, and once past the initial surprise, my annoyance rose 
to the fore. 
"A warrior shall always escape when she may," said I, looking upon Tarla with less than 
friendliness. "Had I been in the woods this fey, I would have found shelter and survived till the 
new light. A warrior does not fear that which Mida sends, for she has learned to deal with it. 
Jalav is no village slave-woman, to tremble before the thought of the forests and the 
displeasure of males as others do. Take your offering from me, slave, for I wish none of it!" 
This time the flush grew ruddy upon Tarla's cheeks, and her full lips tightened in greater 
anger. "I am no slave," she hissed, "nor shall I ever be! I am a woman of men, a thing far 
better than being a woman who knows naught of men save what pleasure their bodies may 
bring. It was not I who smarted beneath the touch of leather last darkness, nor is it I who now 
sits chained in place as a further punishment!" Her words ceased, and she straightened her 
shoulders before regarding me levelly once again. "The High Rider has told me that should 
you fail to take nourishment, I am to send for him so that he may come with his leather and 
thereafter feed you himself. Should this be your wish, you have only to leave the falum 


uneaten." 
She then placed the pot upon the floor, beside the furs, and returned herself to the fire where 
she busied her hands with the clearing away of the pot in which the falum had been made. I 
sat a moment longer, my arms still about my legs, my thoughts going to the time when Ceralt 
had indeed fed me. The shame of the memory was so great that I closed my eyes and hid my 
face against my thighs, but then I saw that I had sought to hide myself too often of late. No 
more than shame might a warrior expect from a male, a shame which must be borne for 
Mida's sake. Sooner would I have faced a slow death at the hands of enemies, yet such 
cleansing in honorable death was not for Jalav. Well did I know that Mida's work was not yet 
done, and much shame would come to me before its completion. Heavily, I reached for the 
pot which Tarla had left, wishing to hurl it from me, yet knowing that such an action would 
bring Ceralt. Already had I been shamed before Lialt; to be shamed before Tarla as well was 
not to be borne. 
The falum had gone down my gullet untasted and I had returned the emptied pot to the floor, 
when suddenly Tarla was again beside me, her arms reaching out to hold me around. For 
many reckid did she hold me so, I unmoving in my lack of understanding, and then she 
leaned from me to look me in the eye, her hand gently astroke upon my cheek. 
"Ah, Jalav, I know not what might be done with you," she sighed, a sadness now upon her. 
"Truly have I come to feel as a mother to you, so innocent and vulnerable are you in your 
savagery. When I learned that you took kindness for weakness, I grew angry at the thought, 
and vowed to show you no more affection that you might turn your back upon, yet how may a 
mother forsake her child? So hopeless did you seem at thought of Ceralt's punishment that I 
could not bear it. Do not fear, I shall not send for him." 
Her words were a now-familiar jumble of confusion, yet there was that which I was able to 
comprehend. I pushed her arms from me and held my head high. 
"I do not fear Ceralt nor his punishments," said I, seeing surprise upon her face. "Do as you 
will." 
Many expressions crossed Tarla's features, she seemingly unable to settle upon any of them. 
Twice her mouth opened as though she would speak, yet no words emerged to fill the 
silence. At last a sound escaped from her, a sound of annoyance and anger and vexation, 
and her fists closed tight where they lay upon her thighs. 
"Never, Jalav, never have I been so sorely tempted!" said she through clenched teeth, her 
eyes narrowed. "Were you truly my child, I would take a harness strap to you! Will you never 
learn to accept the concern of others? I do not wish to call Ceralt! I wished only to reassure 
you in your need!" 
"I have no need," said I, understanding neither her words nor her anger. "I am a war leader, 
and the needs of my warriors are my only concern." 
The girl stared at me a moment, then slowly nodded her head. "I believe I begin to see," she 
murmured, a thoughtful look about her. "You concern yourself only with your warriors. And 
what do you receive from them?" 
"Obedience," I replied, knowing not where her questions would lead. "Unquestioning 
obedience and loyalty to our clan, or the demand to stand with naked sword. In all things 
must my word be obeyed, else she who will not follow must try her skill with mine." 
"Therefore you must never know doubt or fear," she whispered, a shudder running through 
her. "You must always be strong and courageous no matter the opposition you meet. And 
who is there who sees to your needs and frailties? Is there no one before whom you may cry 
out your hurt? Is there no place you may lie safe and protected?" 
"A war leader has no need for these things," I replied, again seeing tears in the large, dark 
eyes before me. The Tarla of old had returned, and I regretted my harshness with her. 
Her head bowed low so her face might be covered by her hands, and her shoulders shook to 
the sobs which possessed her. I placed my arm about her shoulders, attempting to give her 
comfort from I knew not what. Had I erred in speaking of the duties of a war leader? I had 
once thought the child Tarla too young to be given such knowledge, and perhaps I had been 
right. To place such burdens upon one unready for them is a cruelty Midanna do not care for. 
Tarla cried for many reckid, clinging to me as no Midanna had ever clung to any other, and 
then her head raised to show me a tear-stained face. 
"The pain is too great," she sobbed, attempting to quiet herself. "I cannot bear the thought of 
such loneliness, such lack of-of-human feeling! Your life is ever in jeopardy, and not only from 
your enemies! Your own sisters stand ready to spill your blood! To never be able to show fear 
or hesitation-!" She shook her head violently, her eyes still upon me. "You are barely older 
than I, barely more than a child! It is too much to ask of a mere girl!" 
"I am neither girl nor child," I explained with a sigh, knowing my words would not soothe the 


girl before me. "I am Jalav, war leader of the Hosta, foremost of all the clans of Midanna. The 
position of war leader is not thrust upon one, it is eagerly sought by those who wish it. With 
my own hand did I slay she who was war leader before me, and with my own hand have I 
kept the honor mine alone. Do not weep for me, Tarla child. My prayers to Mida have till now 
been answered." 
"Till now," she echoed, her eyes going to the chain about my ankle. "Truly do I believe that 
you have prayed for escape from Ceralt." Her eyes returned to mine, and a deep pleading 
had filled them. "Jalav, do not seek escape from him! His love for you is deep, and he shall 
aid you in freeing yourself from the barren existence you now have! To rest secure in the 
arms of a man, to have his love as you give him yours, to have his presence banish any hurt 
that might ever come to you-it is your right as a woman to know these things!" 
"Tarla, do not upset yourself," I soothed, wishing I might speak to her of males and hurt. "My 
life and sword are pledged to Mida, a thing none may change. Ceralt knows of this, yet still he 
attempts to retain his hold on me, causing misery and pain all about. I am Mida's, and may 
never be his." 
"Ceralt battles the gods for you?" she gasped, her mouth dropping open. "Never have I heard 
of so magnificent a thing! What mortal man has ever before battled the gods?" 
"The matter involves but one god," said I, "and there is hardly what one would call battle. 
Ceralt ignores Mida as she ignores Ceralt, and--
"To battle the gods!" breathed Tarla, hearing naught of what I had said. "Ceralt does battle 
with scores of gods, and shall carry you from them in triumph! Ah, Jalav, how magnificent!" 
"Scores of gods?" I queried, feeling the confusion surround me again. What scores of gods 
might she be speaking of? So quickly did her moods change that my head spun from the 
effort to follow. Now the look in her eye seemed far distant and dreaming, and no longer did 
sadness and tears command her. She knelt before me, in some manner enthralled, yet I 
knew not what she was about. Clearly, my first thought had been truest, and Tarla had, by 
some means, been bereft of her senses. Abruptly, her mind returned from whence it had 
journeyed, and again shining-bright eyes were upon me. 
"Now must we truly see to your appearance," said she in a firm tone, rising with the pot which 
had contained falum. "Should a man battle the gods for his woman, it is unthinkable that the 
woman be ditty and unkempt before him." 
Brusquely, she took the pot to cleanse it in a bucket of water which stood not far from the fire, 
never seeing the manner in which I gazed upon her. I had met few city females in the lands of 
males, yet somehow they all seemed odd in some manner. Even Inala, in her anxiety to 
belong to Galiose, the High Seat of Ranistard, was not like warriors of the Midanna. In no 
manner was I able to fathom their actions, yet they seemed well made as companions to 
males. It is said among Midanna that like cleaves unto like; city males and females prove the 
saying sound. 
With the pot returned to its place, Tarla came to stand before me again, her gaze thoughtful. I 
leaned back upon the lenga pelt, showing no concern, yet I felt a wariness as to what would 
next come to mind with her. Those who are bereft are not like other folk, and one does well to 
be on one's guard with them. The coolness of the air made the thought of the covering pelt a 
welcome one, yet the chain about my ankle was hobble enough. Should the need for rapid 
movement arise, I would not care to have the added restraint of the pelt to overcome. 
"Your hair we may brush," murmured Tarla, a finger to her lips, "yet what may be done about 
bathing? The cleansing halyar is even now being readied, yet the chain remains fast about 
your ankle. The baths may not be brought here, and we may not go to them. I shall have to 
speak to Lialt, and obtain the key to your fetters. There is no other course of action possible." 
The rapid decision was accompanied by a firm nod, and then the female fetched the brush 
and comb with which to see to my hair. I had not thought that obtaining the key to my fetters 
from Lialt was at all possible, yet there are indeed some matters which the bereft may see to 
more easily than those of sound mind. Should my release be one of these matters, I would 
seek no basis for disagreeing with the outcome. At Tarla's direction, I again sat straight, and 
we two worked at freeing the snarls and tangles which had settled in my hair. 
The matter of my hair combing was nearly done when the door flew open with a rush of wind, 
admitting Lialt. He hastened within and shut the door, yet the wet and cold which 
accompanied him caused a shiver all through me. Tarla quickly took up the lenga pelt and 
threw it about me, yet the reason for her action was not clear. Her eyes had been upon Lialt's 
entrance rather than my shivering, and the closing of the door left the dwelling no colder than 
it had been before the male's arrival. I pulled the pelt somewhat down from my face as I spat 
out lenga hairs, and judiciously chose not to pursue the matter. 
Lialt, too, wore furs about his upper body, and he, too, shook the wetness from them before 


placing them beside Tarla's upon the wall. He then strode to the fire, leaving large, wet tracks 
behind him on the floor, and held his hands to the warmth with a contented sigh. 
"This fire would be worth the fighting for," said he, his back to us. "Winter comes too rapidly 
upon us, yet we may give thanks that sleet falls rather than snow." 
Tarla, who had again put the wooden comb to my hair, made a vague sound of agreement, 
then moved a bit where she knelt. 
"Lialt, I shall soon require the key to Jalav's fetter," said she from behind me, the comb not 
ceasing in its movement. "I find it necessary to free her." 
Lialt snorted where he stood, and turned to face us. "The necessity for such an action 
escapes me," said he, his tone dry. "The fetter shall stay as it is so that Jalav does not do the 
same. " 
The comb was abruptly gone from my hair, and Tarla rose to her feet to approach Lialt. The 
male stood within the glow of the fire, his arms folded upon his chest, tall and broad in his 
leathers and fur leg wrappings, the silver of his belt atwinkle in the dimness, the dark shape of 
a sheathed dagger at his right hip. Tarla, barefoot, in her knee-length leather garment, 
seemed tiny before him, yet there was no fear in the hand which reached out to touch his 
folded arms. 
"Lialt, she must be freed," said Tarla softly, her face raised to the male. "I know not how long 
it has been since her last bathing; in truth it matters not. Is Ceralt to throw his claiming leather 
about a woman who has not been properly prepared for him? The lowliest of his riders would 
not accept such a thing. Must he?" 
Lialt made no immediate answer, but stood looking down upon the female before him, her 
hand yet upon his arm. The fire crackled in the silence, going about its business of 
consuming the wood in its embrace, and the rock-hard rain threw itself against the walls of 
the dwelling, mindlessly attempting entry. 
At last Lialt stirred, and a tender smile touched his lips as his hand reached out to stroke 
Tarla's hair. 
"Tarla mine," said he, most gently, "your constant concern for those about you has never 
failed to touch me. My brother shall not lack that which is due him, for this you have my word. 
When the other wenches have quitted the cleansing halyar, Jalav may then visit there. Ceralt 
would wish to give her no opportunity to lose herself amid the confusion of many wenches 
beautifying themselves." 
"But, Lialt, that will leave no time for all of the small things which should be done!" Tarla 
protested, stepping closer to the male. "The rain of flower essence, the mists of softening, the 
dance of desire . . .!" 
"There will be desire aplenty on the part of Ceralt," laughed Lialt, interrupting Tarla's words. 
"Jalav is hardly a village wench whose fear of a man must be lessened. It will do her no harm 
to know a man's full strength with undulled senses, and it may do her good. Now, heat a pot 
of rangi for me, so the chill may be chased from my bones." 
"Yes, Lialt," said Tarla, a heaviness in her voice as she moved past the male to the fire. She, 
a village slave-woman, would not object further, for a male had put his will upon her. I made a 
sound of disgust and turned from them, seeking the comb so that I might see to my own hair. 
Tarla dared not be other than slave-woman to Lialt, and I, myself, had been bereft to believe 
that I might be unchained through her efforts. I remained a prisoner to males who must free 
herself, for my warriors were far behind me in their own imprisonment. 
The fey was long and chafing, nearly driving me mad with triple confinement. The linked 
chain upon my ankle allowed no movement from the lenga pelt, and even had I been free of 
the chain, the frenzied rain beat ceaselessly from without, warning all who heard it of its 
savagery. Again, had I been free of the chain and uncaring of the strength of the cold, 
unnatural rain, still would I have been unable to leave the confines of the dwelling. Tarla had 
questioned Lialt upon the whereabouts of my covering and leg-furs-she, unlike me, having 
noticed their disappearance-and Lialt had replied that they lay in Ceralt's possession, a 
further assurance that the cold, if not the chain, would keep Jalav from the woods of freedom. 
Hearing such a thing had caused me to hurl the wooden comb from me in fury, wishing 
Ceralt's head might be that which was struck rather than the wall. Lialt laughed at my fury, he 
having taken seat upon a lenga pelt which had been spread not far from the fire, yet Tarla 
had lowered her head in upset, keeping her eyes from me. She had not again approached 
me since Lialt's entrance, a thing which surprised me not at all. The male, helpless, like all 
males, required her service, and she, true slave, could not refuse. 
Through most of the fey, Lialt drank pot after pot of that which he had called rangi. Deep 
black was the liquid, served with steam curling from the heated body of it, its aroma filling the 
dwelling with a strength difficult to conceive of. My nose wrinkled with the first onslaught of its 


presence, yet Lialt took it eagerly to him, sipping with a great deal of pleasure. At first, I had 
thought the drink somewhat like daru or renth, yet there was no hint of fermentation in its 
smell, and Tarla, too, sipped at a pot of the liquid, her pursed lips blowing cooling breath on 
the roiling steam. None of the liquid was offered me till Lialt saw my eyes upon him, then he 
rose from his place and came to hold his pot out before me. I wished none of the offerings of 
males, yet curiosity held me too firmly in its grip for me to spurn the offer. The aroma coming 
from the pot seemed to beckon to those it reached, and I wished to know the taste of the 
thing which drew one so. I took the pot from Lialt's hands and put it to my lips, drawing a 
swallow from it into my mouth, yet nearly was I unable to down the stuff! So strong and bitter 
that my tongue nearly curled, the liquid burned its way to my throat and stomach, leaving no 
doubt as to its previous presence. I drew in a gasp of air as I coughed, and Lialt took the pot 
from my unresisting hands. 
"What do you think of the rangi?" he asked, crouching before me so that he might peer into 
my face. I saw him drink from the pot as he awaited an answer, and did not allow my 
revulsion to show. 
"The liquid is clearly made for city males," I husked, wiping the sweat from my forehead. "A 
warrior does better with daru." 
"I do not know the drink," he said, rising from his crouch, "yet it is undoubtedly more suitable 
for wenches. Not many women other than Tarla are able to drink rangi unless it is sweetened 
with wild honey. Does this daru of yours require sweetening?" 
"Daru requires no sweetening," said I, moving the lenga fur lower. The single swallow I had 
taken seemed to have brought the heat of the fire to all of my insides, causing the dwelling 
itself to seem warmer. Lialt stood before me, sipping from the pot of rangi, his gaze, for some 
reason, caught upon me. The dimness disallowed the clear seeing of his light eyes, yet the 
gaze brought me discomfort without bringing a reason for the feeling. No more than a 
moment did Lialt stand so, and then he shook himself and turned from me to return to his 
seat by the fire. Once he again sat cross-legged upon the pelt, Tarla crept to him so that he 
might put his arm about her. The male did so, yet there was a distraction about him which 
lasted for more than a hin. I cared little for Lialt's distraction, and stretched myself out upon 
the lenga pelt to think about daru. I would have given much for the taste of it, yet it was not to 
be found in the land of males. Such a thing was wise of daru, a wisdom I would gladly have 
shared. 
The mid meal brought a cut of meat cooked by Tarla, and also brought the attention of Lialt 
when I left the cut where Tarla had placed it, upon its wooden board, beside my lenga pelt. 
The passing hind had succeeded in forcing me deep within the caves of despair, a place 
even Mida's light has no power to warm. I lay upon my back, the lenga pelt covering me from 
waist to thighs, my right leg bent, my left leg held fast by the links of metal. It had become 
impossible not to feel the clasp of the metal, not to know that free movement had been 
denied me, not to feel a frantic, unreasoning urge to escape. I clenched my fists where they 
lay by my sides, fighting to keep from showing weakness before my enemies. I wished to 
scream and pull madly at the chain, I wished to bite and tear at any who came within reach. 
Almost did I also wish to bite at my own leg in order to free myself, and the taste of this need 
was sharp and sour in my throat. The timbers of the dwelling's roof lay far above me, in 
dimness, gazing down uncaring on all beneath, and then Lialt stood above me as well, 
disapproval strong on his face. He spoke words to me, words which I refused to hear, and in 
anguish I turned from him, burying my desperate need in the pelt I lay upon. I could no longer 
see the dwelling, and in the darkness I had made for myself, there was somewhat of a 
lessening of shame for the tremors which shook me. To be free! To be free! The words rang 
in my ears without sound, taking all else from my perception. Even when the furs were drawn 
more closely about me, I knew not whose hands had done the deed. With all my strength, I 
begged Mida to free me from the metal, for I could not free myself, yet naught came of the aid 
I had begged for. Weariness came then to add weight to the despair already too heavy upon 
me, and at last sleep came, to conquer them all. 
I awoke to a knocking upon the door of the dwelling, opening my eyes to see Lialt cross to the 
door. Without were two males in leather, muffled close in furs which blew with the wind. The 
strange, hard rain had apparently ceased, and I moved lower in my lenga pelts as Lialt took a 
pile of leather and fur from one of the males, spoke quiet words to them, then closed the 
door. Tarla stood not far from me, and it was to her that he brought what had been given him. 
"You may now dress her," said he, handing to Tarla the leather and furs. "I will wait with the 
others." 
He then withdrew from his silvered belt a small bit of metal, that which I had learned was a 
thing called a key. Use of a key releases one from the grasp of chains, and in no more than a 


moment the metal fell from my ankle, to torture me no more. I sat up quickly in the furs, 
drawing my leg to me so that I might rub it, and again found Lialt's eyes upon me. 
"So much like a hadat released from a trap," he murmured, his dark-shadowed face without 
expression. He then rose from his crouch and went to the wall where his furs hung, donned 
them, and left the dwelling. Tarla waited till the door had closed behind him, then she knelt 
and placed the leather and furs upon the floor. 
"There is very little time, Jalav," said she, handing to me my leather covering. "Lialt will see 
you to the cleansing halyar, and thence to the meeting hall. I would accompany you if it were 
possible, but I would not be allowed within the hall." Her large, dark eyes, filled with sadness, 
were upon my face, and then her arms were about me in a brief embrace before she knelt 
again as she had done previously. "This should be an occasion filled with gladness," she 
whispered, brushing at her eyes. "Why must I echo your pain rather than you echo my 
happiness?" 
So upset did the female seem that I attempted a smile as I placed my hand upon her 
shoulder. "There is little use in feeling the pain of others," I informed her, yet gently. "Is it not 
enough that one must feel the pain? And what occasion for happiness might there be? I could 
well use a thing to lighten my mood." 
Tarla stared at me so long that I was able to don the covering before she spoke. 
"You cannot mean you do not know," said she, shaking her head. "It is the time we have so 
often spoken of, the time Ceralt has so impatiently been awaiting. This darkness you must 
circle before the elders, where Ceralt may drop his claiming leather upon you." 
I halted in the tightening of my garment's ties, my hands' motion frozen in shock. I had not 
escaped the confines of the village, and now the males would seek to make me as their own 
females were, mindless and without volition or pride. I shook my head and whispered, "No!" 
then rose quickly to my feet and shouted, "Never!" 
Tarla gasped, the back of her hand to her mouth, but I paid her fear no mind. My eyes darted 
about, seeking escape from the dwelling, finding no more than the sealed windows and the 
door. I would not again be placed before males as a slave, a thing to be looked upon and 
taken. Brushing past Tarla, I made for a window, yet the door opened before I was able to 
reach it. Lialt and the other two males ran toward me, obviously knowing my intent, giving me 
no time to rip the maglessa weaving from its frame. Lialt reached me first, and my head 
whirled with fury and battle lust, sending my clawed hands to his eyes and face. The male 
shouted hoarsely, fending me off, and Tarla's scream sounded as spur to the actions of the 
other males. Roughly was I taken by the arms and pulled from Lialt, one of the males treading 
upon my bare feet in his haste, and then my arms were fast behind me, held in the grip of 
those with greater strength than I. I struggled uselessly, attempting to reach flesh with my 
teeth, yet Lialt's hand tangled itself in my hair, pulling my head back so that I must meet his 
eye. 
"The time is written clearly upon the Snows, wench," said he, his chest rising and falling 
rapidly with his exertions and the heat of his furs. "In order that all may survive, the hadat 
must bow before the strength of the lanthay. Should Ceralt fail with you, all will know a similar 
defeat. I do not believe Ceralt will fail. Complete her dressing." 
The last was to the males who held me, Lialt then releasing my hair so that they might obey 
his word. I continued to struggle, still furious, and the males cursed as they tightened the ties 
to my covering, forced the leg-furs upon me, and lastly put the furs about my upper body. The 
sweat covered me strongly as Lialt stepped forward to clasp the copper belt about my waist, 
and he studied me briefly before turning to a Tarla who was sunk in misery. The female wept 
softly as his arms circled her, and his lips touched her hair in a gesture of comfort. 
"All shall soon be well, Tarla," he murmured, stroking her back. "Her destined place is with 
Ceralt, and happiness shall one fey find her there. There is no longer time for her to visit the 
cleansing halyar, and we also could not wish the need to force her within clothing a second 
time. Ceralt himself shall see to her with the new light as he cannot do on the moment. 
Return now to your father's halyar, and do not distress yourself further." 
At Tarla's nod, Lialt released her and gestured to the males who held me. We then moved to 
leave the dwelling, Lialt going first, I being taken by the arms after him. The darkness without 
was a great deal colder than it had been, a thing I would not have believed possible had I not 
felt it in my own flesh. My breath emerged from my mouth as a cloud of white, torn 
immediately away by the ravening of the dagger-sharp wind. The darkness contained a 
palpable cold, one which entered one's coverings at any point it might, clutching with a blue-
chill hand to freeze the blood, turning the sweat upon my brow to ice. I shuddered and tried to 
cringe back from the awful feel of it, yet the grip upon my arms disallowed this. Further from 
the warmth of the dwelling was I taken, beneath the dark upon dark of a storm-cloud-filled 


sky, past the flicker of wind-blown torches upon the dwellings, over a thin layer of white which 
covered the ground and crackled as one stepped upon it. The breath was snatched from my 
lungs, my cheeks felt brittle and cut, my body shook to the onslaught of the elements, yet I 
was hurried forward by the males, they seemingly uncaring that the death of the world would 
soon be upon us. It then seemed impossible that warmth would ever be known again, or that 
anything or anyone would survive to know if it did. 
The walk, seemingly a lifetime in length, led across the central ground of the village, to a very 
large dwelling which stood, across the span of the open place, opposite the dwellings of 
Ceralt and Lialt. Each dwelling of the village was lighted from within, yet this overlarge 
dwelling fairly blazed with light through its many windows. Tracks in the white covering upon 
the ground showed that many feet had approached as we did, and others came even as we 
reached the door and walked within, still preceded by Lialt. The dwelling was more than thrice 
the size of other dwellings, with two fires blazing at either end of the room, and torches set 
close upon the walls. Some females and many males were about, most speaking with others 
or walking slowly to greet those who were newly come. The heat of the place was incredible 
after the cold we had come through, yet I was forced to the far side of the room before the 
body furs and leg furs were taken from me. I was then released by the males, to stand 
barefoot as I rubbed life back into my cheeks and hands, while they took my furs to the 
dwelling's door. They shed their own fur coverings when they had taken up positions to either 
side of the door, and stood with arms folded to gaze about themselves with some small 
interest. Had I wished to face the darkness as I was, I might have sought a window, yet even 
that was denied me. Lialt, his fur upon his arm, had gone to speak with others in the room, 
yet his words had been brief and he quickly returned to my side. 
"It is soon to begin," said he, gazing about the room. "The wenches are here, and nearly all of 
the riders. Ceralt and one or two others shall presently make their appearance." 
I made no response to him, instead looking about at those who occupied the dwelling. Many 
lenga pelts covered the floor near where the greater number of males stood, yet none sat or 
lay upon them. The males themselves seemed pleased and unhurried, speaking and 
laughing in low tones as they gazed upon the females who stood by the wall, not far from a 
fire. 
The village females stood about together, perhaps four hands in number, huddled among 
themselves like herd beasts. Some seemed unconcerned over the coming ceremony, yet 
most appeared both anxious and frightened. They glanced covertly at the young males who 
studied them, and their rapid breathing bespoke their agitation. One female stood somewhat 
apart from the others, her hands upon her hips, her head insolently high, anger clear upon 
her features. It took no more than a moment to know her as Famira, the female who had set 
herself against me when I was yet unable to stand unaided, and my own head rose high, in 
pleasure at this second meeting. Perhaps the sight of Jalav would cause her to give 
challenge once again, and I would then be granted the gift of spilling her blood. I stepped 
away from Lialt then stopped where I might be seen and folded my arms beneath my life sign. 
To answer a challenge in this place of males would be pleasure indeed. 
To my great disappointment, there was no opportunity to give or answer a challenge. Before 
the female Famira grew aware of my presence, a male approached the females with what 
appeared to be a water skin. Gently, he urged a swallow upon most of the females, then went 
to offer the same to Famira. My enemy tossed her head in disdain and refused the skin, 
whereupon the male shrugged and took himself off toward me. As he neared, Lialt stepped 
out before him with a hand raised and slowly shook his head. The male halted with raised 
brows, glanced curiously toward me, then shrugged once more and returned to the other 
males, from whence he had come. An elder male stepped forward, arms raised high. At sight 
of this male all speaking ceased, and the male looked slowly about himself. 
"We have come to another occasion for choosing," said he, his eyes first upon the females 
and then upon the males. "Choose gladly, young riders, for there be many desirable wenches 
to choose from, yet I also caution you to choose wisely. The wench you take to frolic with will 
one fey bear your sons and daughters. Should you be unsure, give thought to it and await the 
next choosing. Now, we will see the beauties who await your pleasure." 
With these words, he gestured toward the young females, near whom were now a number of 
males. These males gently but firmly urged the females forward, sending them toward the 
center of the room where they began to move in a slow circle, looking out toward the young 
males who also moved to surround them. The female Famira, in fury, had been forced to join 
the others, and then Lialt's hand was at my back. With a great shove, I was thrust forward into 
the midst of the circlers, and the males laughed as the outer circle of those surrounding us 
closed tight. I stood angrily amidst the moving females, forcing them to walk around me, 


refusing to give heed to the shouts of, "Circle with the others, wench!" and, "Let us see you 
move!" Again I folded my arms beneath my life sign and held my head high, showing that a 
war leader of the Hosta feared none of them. The small village females stumbled about me in 
their circling, urged on by the calls of the males, and even the haughty Famira moved so, 
obviously fearing what would come to her should she halt without permission. Her gaze 
touched mine and hatred flashed in those large, dark eyes, yet the hatred was not meant as 
mine alone. The female felt hatred for all those about her, and well was I able to share the 
feeling. I, too, stared about at the laughing, shouting males, seeing hunger in the eyes of 
many, also seeing great hatred upon the face of him called uncle, who stood behind the ring 
of younger males. His gaze went from Famira to me, bitterness filling his eyes and clenching 
his jaw muscles, yet no word of objection or intervention came from him. I knew not what 
ailed the male, yet it was of little moment beside my own towering anger. 
The bright-lit room was close despite its size, filled with smells one might easily identify. The 
smell of fear clung thickly to the females, each as barefoot as I, each, perhaps, receiving the 
need-smell of the males, for they circled more and more tightly, attempting to take 
themselves from the watching, laughing males. The torches burned the air acrid from pitch, 
the fires added a pungent crackling, my own body added the odor of sweat, and behind all, 
very faint, was a sharp, spicy odor I thought I knew. My nostrils flared wide, attempting to 
catch more of the elusive odor, yet the body smells of male and female grew too heavy to 
penetrate. A number of the females now moved strangely in their circling, their bodies relaxed 
and free from fear. They slowly stepped wide and whirled about, their arms moving up and 
out, then toward the males, and murmurs of appreciation arose from the watchers. Much did 
this movement seem to bring pleasure, and more and more of the females joined those who 
had already begun. A sound, high and wild, had begun somewhere behind the standing 
males, a thumping accompanying it, and the females seemed to catch the sounds and move 
with them, each moving in her own way, yet also moving with the sounds. 
Then all whirled around and about save Famira and myself, I standing as I had been, she 
stopped on the far side of the circle, her fists clenched, her body bent forward. Sweat shone 
on the face of her, and she searched the features of those males who stood about as though 
desperately seeking a particular one. More and more tightly was her body held as she 
searched from face to face, and then that occurred which took my attention from her. From 
the corner of my eye, I saw a leather rope flash out, falling about the body of a female who 
whirled with her arms high above her head. The rope tightened, halting the female in her 
whirling, and then was she drawn toward the male who had thrown the rope. Rapidly, her 
chest rose and fell, her eyes unstraying from the face of the male before her, he grinning 
slightly, then slowly laughing aloud as she attempted to resist the pull of the leather. Hand 
over hand, with little or no effort, the male drew her toward him, and when she was within his 
arms, he lifted her from the floor and carried her away, her own arms tight about the neck of 
him. The circle closed about the place he had left, and other ropes flashed out to fall about 
others of the whirling females. 
Nearly two hands of females had been taken from the circling, moving throng, when a scream 
rang out, stopping laughter and movement alike. My hand aching for the presence of a sword, 
I sent my eyes about, searching for the source of the scream, and found that the female 
Famira had gotten herself well within the confines of a rope. The leather lay tight about her 
arms and body, yet she struggled wildly, attempting to free herself. The male who had thrown 
the leather laughed at her struggles and slowly, slowly, drew her to him, causing her to throw 
back her head and scream again and again. The screams continued till she was no more 
than three paces from the male, then she frantically raised her arms as best she could, and 
held to the leather which drew her forward. 
"No, Cimilan, no!" she begged, her face drawn with fear. "Choose another from the circle as 
your woman, not I!" 
The male, as large and as broad as Ceralt, laughed well at the pleading female. "But it is you 
I have always wanted, Famira," he said, strong teeth showing in his dark face. "It was you, 
was it not, who laughed in ridicule when I first attempted to smile upon you? It was you, was it 
not, who boasted that a better man than I would draw you from the circle? Did you not scorn 
my very presence, saying that you were far too good for one such as I? Where is your 
superior suitor now, Famira? Why does he not come forward to challenge my claim?" 
The frightened female did no more than shake her head, attempting to deny, not his words, 
but his intent. Surely she knew that the male would soon take his vengeance upon her, yet 
still she attempted to deny the consequences of her past actions. Briefly my thoughts touched 
Fayan, sister warrior to me in happier feyd, and I wondered how she had fared at the hands 
of Nidisar. So far away were the Hosta, so far from their war leader and their home lands. 


The constant ache in me throbbed with the thought, an unhealed wound which seemed 
destined to fester forever. 
And then another rope flew, one which came from my right and settled about me in the same 
way that Famira had been taken, pinning my arms to my sides. I snapped my head about and 
saw Balinod, the male of the lanthay enclosure, his fist tight upon the leather, a laugh strong 
upon his face. Many another male laughed as well, for they saw me as naught save one like 
Famira, yet I was no empty-headed village slave-woman. Jalav herself had taken many wild 
mounts with tightened leather, and knew well enough that the leather remained tightened only 
with the pull of resistance. As quickly as thought, I jumped toward the male, bringing my arms 
out and away from my body, loosening the loop about me, and finally throwing it off. The male 
Balinod was caught unawares, and his frantic, over-late pull brought him naught save an 
empty loop. I returned to where I had stood to the sound of much laughter, yet the laughter 
was not directed toward me. Balinod, red-faced and furious, was the object of the ridicule, a 
thing his foolish actions had earned him well. With hands upon hips, I tossed my head to rid 
my face of loose-flying hair. keeping my eyes carefully upon the infuriated male who was then 
recoiling his leather. Should he be so foolish as to cast at me again, he would learn the true 
speed of a Hosta. 
And then a loop dropped upon me from behind, one that closed tight upon the instant it 
settled. I twisted about, cursing at my inattention to any save Balinod-and saw Ceralt, his fist 
hard upon the leather, a wide grin splitting his face. In fury, I fought the hold of the leather, 
again attempting to move toward the male who had thrown at me, yet Ceralt was not like 
Balinod. Full alert was he to my movement, stepping back as I stepped forward, and then I 
saw the knots which had been placed in his leather. The knots were doubled toward their top, 
allowing the small loop through which the leather passed to draw tight, yet doing much to 
obstruct backward movement. Ceralt circled right, keeping the small loop tight against the 
knots, and slowly began to draw the leather through his hands. Against my will was I pulled 
toward him, a dragging step at a time, the edges of the leather digging into my arms through 
the garment I wore, my hair pinned behind me as my arms were pinned to my sides. The 
wood of the floor was smooth and worn, offering no foothold in aid of resistance, and Ceralt 
loomed closer and closer, his light eyes triumphant and very, very pleased. Another step was 
forced upon me, and another-and then a second loop flashed past my eyes to settle below 
my breasts, just above Ceralt's leather. Exclamations came from about the dwelling, male 
voices rose in a flurry of murmurs then died away, and Ceralt's eyes no longer showed 
pleasure. Snarling anger flashed there as his gaze went past my shoulder, and he no longer 
drew me to him. Though I was caught between the two loops and could not turn, I had no 
doubt that Balinod stood behind me, his leather at last secure about me. I attempted to use 
the interruption to loosen myself from the loops, yet found the thing impossible as both males 
held fast to their lines. The warmth of the dwelling had increased tremendously, and the 
brightness of the torches caused an ache to the eyes. 
The males and females all about drew back somewhat, allowing the elder male who had 
spoken earlier to step forward. This male looked with uncertainty at Ceralt, glanced past me 
to Balinod, then drew himself up. 
"A challenge has been put forward upon the female now being drawn," said he, his voice 
expressionless as his eyes nested upon me. "Let her be bound in the circle till the dispute 
has been settled." 
Two strange males came forward, each taking the leather from the two males who held it, 
and Ceralt and Balinod were free to step closer to one another. Ceralt stared at the other 
male, his gaze seeing naught save him, his fingers toying with the dagger at his silvered belt, 
his face expressionless save for a tightening of the jaw line. Balinod grinned into the face of 
Ceralt, insolent and uncaring in his challenge, well prepared to again make a fool of himself. 
His arms were folded across his chest, well away from his dagger, a stance no Midanna 
would have taken had she chosen to try her strength with her war leader. Once a challenge is 
given, the warrior in question is no longer beneath the war leader's authority and protection, 
and may be struck at with full warning or no warning at all. Had Balinod been Hosta, he would 
have quickly lain in a pool of his own blood. 
The two males who had taken the leather from Ceralt and Balinod were now beside me, the 
ropes held tightly in their fists, their free hands reaching for me. In anger, I fought them, yet 
my anger was destined to grow greater, for my strength was no match for theirs. Easily were 
my wrists put behind me and bound with Balinod's leather, and then I was lowered to the 
smooth wooden floor so that my crossed ankles might be drawn up behind and bound with 
Ceralt's leather not far from my wrists. Both loops remained about my body, allowing no 
freedom of movement to my limbs, and I writhed helplessly in the bonds, staring up at the 


males who towered over me, feeling the tightened leather cut into my flesh. I lay to the left of 
Ceralt and Balinod, and the position seemed to suit those who had bound me. They grunted 
in approval and nodded to one another, then left the emptied circle to stand with those who 
watched from without. 
Strangely, naught had yet occurred between Ceralt and Balinod. They stood as they had, with 
the elder male beyond them, till all were gone from within the circle, then both looked toward 
the elder male, who again drew himself up. 
"Should either one of you have rethought his position," said he, his eyes upon Balinod, "that 
one may now end the matter by reclaiming his leather." Neither male made answer to this 
statement, and the elder male nodded solemnly. "Very well," said he. "As you each feel the 
need for a test of blades, you may now proceed. I may do no more than urge you to keep the 
laws of the Belsayah clearly in mind." 
The elder male stepped back to the ranks of those without the circle, and I frowned as I 
watched Ceralt and Balinod draw their daggers. What laws had the elder male meant in his 
speaking, and why had the two younger males awaited his permission to draw their 
weapons? When two warriors stand blade to blade, there is naught to concern them save 
who shall survive the meeting of metal. Even their war leader might deny them personal 
conflict only if there are enemies about. Straining at the leather, looking up at the males, 
confusion adding to discomfort and rage, I again wished myself elsewhere than among these 
males of strangeness, yet Mida either heard not or chose to disregard my plea. 
Ceralt and Balinod now circled with drawn daggers, their eyes upon each other, Ceralt 
remaining expressionless, Balinod still possessed of his insolent grin. A moment longer they 
circled, then Balinod slashed toward Ceralt, trying for his middle, yet found naught save 
empty air for his blade to part. Ceralt had quickly moved from where he had been, and just as 
quickly closed again to catch the other male's right arm with a backswing. Balinod paled as 
both sleeve and arm were opened, covering the edge of Ceralt's blade with bright red, and 
the insolent grin was at last gone from him. He staggered briefly as pain touched him, his 
teeth clenched in his dark-skinned face, then managed to bring his blade up to guard himself 
as Ceralt tried for his left side. With the blow countered, the males again returned to circling, 
yet matters were no longer as they had been. Ceralt now showed a grin for the sweat upon 
Balinod's brow, and Balinod's dagger arm seemed to grow heavier and heavier for him. Much 
difficulty did the male have in raising it toward Ceralt, and then Ceralt moved again. Through 
the stream of blood flowing to the wood, Ceralt leapt upon Balinod and drove the other male 
backward, finally sending him flat to the floor. Balinod's right wrist was in Ceralt's left hand, 
Ceralt's knee was deep in Balinod's chest, and Balinod's throat lay hard against the point of 
Ceralt's dagger. Surely, I thought, the male would now pay with his life for his foolishness, yet 
even so simple an action was far beyond the doing of males. 
"I yield!" screamed Balinod, writhing as the dagger bit into his throat. "In the name of the 
Serene Oneness, I yield!" 
Ceralt, as was proper, seemed deaf to this plea, yet the elder male who had spoken earlier 
hurried from the fringes of the circle to place his hand upon Ceralt's shoulder. 
"He has yielded, High Rider," said this male unevenly, grasping Ceralt's shoulder. "The 
wench is yours, and you may now release him." 
To my great surprise, Ceralt then leaned back from Balinod, wiped his blade upon the 
wounded male's leather, then sheathed his weapon and rose to his feet. He stood above the 
weeping Balinod, gazing down upon him, and I felt my lip curl in disgust at the doings of these 
males who presumed to feel superior to warriors. Never does a Midanna warrior show quarter 
in battle, whether the battle be one to one or involve many clans. To allow an enemy her life 
is to invite attack when one's back is turned, and to spare a craven is to weaken the group as 
a whole. These males seemed not to know such things, else they knew and did not care. 
Ceralt turned abruptly from his inspection of Balinod, caught sight of my expression, and felt 
the sharp rebuke therein. His face darkened as he scowled, and he strode purposefully 
toward where I lay, then crouched down beside me. 
"My actions do not have your approval?" he murmured softly, for my ears alone, his light eyes 
angered. I made no answer to him, for the thing was self-evident, and his anger grew even 
greater. He shifted quickly to one knee, reached toward me and lifted me from where I had 
been placed, then stood and carried me past the still-weeping Balinod into the mass of males 
who had watched the dispute. The male called uncle now knelt beside Balinod, attempting to 
stop the flow of blood from his arm, and as Ceralt passed, he sent a malicious glance toward 
his back. There was another one, I thought, who would not long be left among the living had 
there been Midanna about. To give one such as he the opportunity to do ill was foolishness 
indeed, yet Ceralt paid the elder male no mind. The group of males parted to allow Ceralt his 


way, and I was carried toward the side of the dwelling, where lay the lenga pelts I had seen 
earlier, yet much reduced in number. Ceralt placed me upon one of the remaining pelts, then 
stepped back to regard me as others of the males came to clap him on the back. 
"A fine catch," grinned one, looking down upon me. "I, too, would have taught Balinod his 
place had he attempted to take her from me." 
"Aye," laughed a second, standing to Ceralt's other side. "With one such as she, a man has 
no need of a fire in his halyar. " 
I writhed against my bonds in fury as all joined their laughter to that of the second male, and 
even Ceralt showed a grin, though his anger was still with him. 
"Her fire derives too much from willfulness," said he, his eyes yet upon me. "I shall quickly 
give it a new source, and teach her that which has been too long in the coming." 
He then turned from the males and walked a few steps to where a fur covering had been 
placed upon the wall. He took the covering and donned it, and began to turn back toward me 
when his eye was caught by the sight of the two drinking skins hanging upon the wall not far 
from him. Ceralt now gazed briefly upon the drinking skin to the right, then walked to it and 
took it from the wall. The males who yet stood above me guffawed loudly and elbowed one 
another at sight of the skin at Ceralt's lips, and some few turned to grin down upon me with 
secret knowledge in their eyes. I still knew not what the skin might contain, yet it certainly 
seemed that its contents were not meant for my benefit. 
Ceralt replaced the skin upon the wall, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then 
returned to where I lay and drew his dagger. One touch of the blade freed my legs from their 
cramped position, yet did not remove the leather from about my ankles. Ceralt straightened 
my body upon the pelt, wrapped me in it, then threw me easily to his shoulder. 
"I bid you all a good rest this darkness," he called cheerfully to the other males as he carried 
me to the door. Bound and wrapped in a lenga pelt was I, upon the shoulder of a male, 
seeing naught of where I went save the backs of Ceralt's leg furs as he crunched upon the 
thin white ground covering. Ceralt had me, and what befell me next would be entirely of his 
choosing. 
The fire in my dwelling seemed bright when we entered, so bright that I averted my eyes 
when Ceralt turned to close the door behind him. He turned again to continue into the room, 
and I saw that he had pulled the leather through the door hole, leaving it to hang within the 
dwelling. Now none might enter the dwelling from without save by the actions of one within, 
although the chill we had left in the darkness entered somehow to touch me deep. I recalled 
the Ceralt of old, considered what he had come to be, and again attempted futile efforts to 
free myself. I did not wish to be with him. yet as he had said, my wishes were of no 
consideration. 
Without ceremony, I and the lenga pelt about me were dropped to the pelt I had slept and lain 
upon so long. Ceralt pulled the covering ends of pelt from me, then removed the copper belt 
from my waist before turning away. I lay upon my back, my bound wrists beneath me, my 
ankles crossed and tied as they had been, the crackling fire throwing shadows everywhere I 
looked. Never might one feel so helpless as when one is bound tight and weaponless, 
awaiting that which Mida has seen fit to send. Over and again does Mida test her warriors, 
and often does she send punishment to those who displease her. Much had I displeased her 
of late, and, if I were not faced with punishment, then testing was to be my lot. I threw my 
head from side to side, breathing heavily, yet there was no escape from the misery which 
held me. 
Ceralt I found in the midst of removing his coverings, leaving naught save his leather breech. 
The breech, too, was quickly removed, and when he had tossed it from him, truly did I wish to 
gasp at sight of him, for never had I seen his manhood so enlarged nor so enraged. The male 
hungered furiously for the use of Jalav, and nearly did I miss the sight of the dagger in his 
hand and the strange glint in his eye. When he saw my gaze upon him, he smiled faintly, and 
moved to stand over me where I lay. 
"Your disapproval of my actions is no longer evident," said he from his height, free hand 
caressing the blade he held. "Have you come to change your opinion, or are you merely 
concerned with other matters?" 
The softness of his tone disturbed me, as did the flashing of the firelight from the blade in his 
hand. I wet dry lips with an anxious tongue, and made no attempt at response. 
"Your sharp tongue seems stilled," he mused, crouching down to stroke my hair. I shivered at 
the touch and attempted to shake his hand away, but he held my head still. "No, Jalav," he 
denied, tightening his grip till my neck felt close to snapping and tears stood out in my eyes. 
"You are now lawfully mine, and may not deny me. So you feel I showed weakness in not 
slaying Balinod, do you? Had it been you, would your dagger have drunk from his throat?" 


He crouched above me, his fist in my hair, his broad, strong body menacing, his eyes 
demanding a response. My breath came and went quickly, shaking me, and never had I felt 
so before another living being. It was my will to give him no answer to his demands, yet my 
voice, of its own volition, whispered, "Yes!" 
"So you would have killed him," he nodded, his grip loosening somewhat. "A savage has no 
mercy within her to bestow upon another, yet a man deals with others as he sees fit. To 
Balinod, a man, I chose to show mercy, yet you, wench, shall have none of it. You are not a 
man." 
His hand, holding the dagger, moved to my throat, and I felt the cold, sharp edge of it upon 
my flesh. My hands and feet, bound tightly in leather, were numb, and a similar numbness 
touched the rest of me, shocked that Ceralt would act so. I had never thought the male 
capable of such a deed, and the light touch of his breath upon my face cooled the sweat 
which covered my brow. A long moment he remained unmoving, during which time I held 
firmly to the memory that my life sign still hung about my neck, and then he grinned and 
moved downward with the blade, severing the leather tie at the top of my garment. 
"I had not really expected you to beg for your life as Balinod did," he said softly, removing his 
fist from my hair. "Had you done so, I would have been disappointed, yet there are other 
things which touch you more deeply than a threat to your life." 
His grin widened as he said this, yet I knew not which things he meant. A great relief had 
come with the removal of the blade, for it is deemed a deep shame for a warrior to die so, 
bound at the feet of a male, without the glory of battle. I had been prepared for the journey to 
Mida's realm, yet I was greatly pleased that I need not arrive there in shame. Ceralt moved 
his blade first to one side of my garment then to the other, and with the final passage of the 
blade, my garment hung loosely upon me, having been cut at the points where the ties had 
bound it closed. Though I knew not what he was about, the grin was strong upon him, the 
gleam in his eyes now pleased. Ceralt took hold of the severed garment still upon me and 
continued to pull and tug at it till it was free of my body and he was able to cast it from him. I 
then sat up, struggling to remove my hair from before my face so that I might see what was 
about me, yet the seeing was no comfort. The male had placed himself upon the pelt beside 
me, the dagger no longer in his grasp, the sword of his body nearly quivering in its eagerness 
to plunge deep. It was my will to have naught further to do with this male Ceralt, yet it had 
been so long since I had last taken a male, and my body recalled the pleasure he was able to 
give. The moisture flowed from within me as I smelled the strong smell of a male in need, the 
familiar smell of Ceralt, the smell of my own desire, yet I attempted to deny the urgings thus 
brought upon me, and began to move from the side of the male. He, however, liked not such 
movement, and quickly grasped my arms to draw me close. 
"You seem reluctant," he murmured, pressing me so close to the hair of his broad chest that I 
could taste him. Strong was the taste of Ceralt, full and hard as the manhood which thrust 
against my thigh. I moved in his arms to escape the embrace, yet his strength was, as ever, 
too great to overcome. 
"I do not desire you," I whispered, my hands upon his deeply muscled arms. "Release me at 
once so that I may complete Mida's work." 
He laughed softly and stroked my side from breast to buttocks. "You have already completed 
all that you shall ever do for your Mida," said he. "You are now in my service, and shall 
remain there till I release you. And I shall not release you." His hand then darted to my tightly 
clenched thighs, forced its way between them, and found the moisture I had wished to keep 
hidden. He laughed at my moan of misery, and touched me deep as he had so often done 
before. My body writhed well at his touch, and I felt the slickness of sweat on all of my face as 
the flames rose to roaring within me. 
"For one who does not desire me," he murmured, "you seem well prepared for my arrival. Is it 
possible that you would dare to lie to me?" 
I raised tortured eyes to his face, and saw the faint grin upon it, the dark, unruly lock of hair 
upon his brow, the deep hunger in his light eyes. Again I shuddered to the questing of his 
touch, and dug my fingers deep within his arms. 
"Perhaps you do not lie," he continued, lowering his lips to my shoulder. "Perhaps you are 
merely unknowing of your desire, and need only be shown." 
And then his lips took mine, hungrily crushing the breath from me as he sought my soul. What 
little resistance had been left to me was then gone, taken by his strength, leaving naught 
save the weakness which his presence brought. Deeply was I lost to his embrace, my lips 
responding to his, my thighs clenched about his hand, my breasts pressed into his chest. I felt 
his nearness with all of my body, the heat within me crying out to be quenched by him, 
demanding it, begging it. I moved wildly in his arms, no longer in possession of my will, and 


he, with a laugh, thrust me to my back upon the fur. I opened my thighs wide, welcoming his 
presence, and when he thrust within me, I cried out in ecstasy, closing my eyes so that I 
might feel his strength with every part of me. As from a distance, I felt his hands about my 
wrists, forcing my arms above my head, and then his lips were upon my breast, bringing 
screams to my throat with the nipping of his teeth. In madness, I threw my hips against his 
thrusts, seeking to bury him deeper within me, and knew not that one of his hands had left my 
wrists till that hand held to my hips, stilling my movement. I screamed in fury, trying to wrench 
loose, and then his manhood withdrew from me, poised at the entrance to my inner being, no 
more than a finger's width within. My fury turned instantly to deep fear, and I whimpered and 
trembled, unwilling to face the possibility that he might leave me so, aflame in every fiber of 
my being, my need rising up to choke the breath from me. My eyes opened to the sight of his 
shadowy form above me, he crouched unmoving as he gazed down upon me, my wrists yet 
held by one of his hands, his other hand firmly at my hip. Again I whimpered and moved in his 
grip, and his light eyes, catching the flicker of the fire, glowed strangely in the darkness of his 
face. 
"Jalav," he whispered, leaning forward slightly, "tell me now whether or not you desire my 
use. I would hear the words from you." 
My mouth no longer had spittle to wet it, yet I could not have held back the words to save my 
soul. "I desire your use, Ceralt," I whimpered, looking up at him entreatingly. "I ask your use. I 
beg it!" 
He laughed softly, and moved against me enough to set me moaning. "Poor Jalav," he 
whispered, leaning down farther to blow upon the spears my breasts had become. "Again 
does Ceralt force her to beg her use, as though she were no more than a wench beneath a 
man. Tell me what you are, Jalav." 
I attempted to swallow dryness as my body shook to his breath upon it, knowing what answer 
he sought. Within me a scream of rage began, yet I blurted out, "I am a wench beneath a-a 
man, Ceralt! Do not leave me unused!" 
"Calm yourself, Jalav," he chuckled, attempting to sound soothing. "You have now learned 
what your place in this world is, but you do not yet believe it. Should I continue to use you, the 
end of your use will again bring you to your former state. Perhaps it would be best if I made 
no use of you at all." 
"No!" I screamed as he withdrew even farther from me. My limbs trembled uncontrollably, my 
head flew from side to side, and my need was a crippling, demanding thing, impossible to 
refuse. "Ceralt, do not leave me so!" I begged, tears coming to my eyes. "The agony is 
unbearable! I will be anything you wish!" 
"You will be no more than a wench beneath me?" he demanded, his hand tightening about 
my wrists. 
"Yes!" I wept, throwing myself about. "I will be that to you," 
"You will be a full woman to me?" he demanded, presenting himself again to my desire and 
thrusting a short way within. 
"Yes!" I screamed, the ache in my thighs too great to think upon. I babbled then, caring 
naught for what I said so long as he returned to ease me. 
"You will obey my every command'?" he demanded, withdrawing again. "Swear that you will 
obey me!" 
"I swear!" I screamed, demented beyond knowing ought save my need. "By Mida do I so 
swear!" I wept. "Return to me, Ceralt! Do not leave me so!" 
"You shall not be left so!" his laughter boomed out, pleasure and triumph strong in its sound. 
"My own hunger need no longer be contained, and now that I have what I wish from you, I 
shall also have your body. I, too, swear, Jalav, that you shall always recall the use you so 
ardently begged for." 
And then he thrust deeply within me, so deep that I screamed again to the feel of it. Never 
before had he used me so fiercely as he did that darkness, and as I was swept away before 
his hunger, I knew I would truly never forget it. 

CH 9. The sharing of falum-and a place is found 
The dwelling was chilled and dark in the gray of the new light, and I found that I had no desire 
to move from the warmth of the place I had been given in Ceralt's arms. No fire leapt in the 
hearth to send forth its warmth, and briefly I thought upon the fact that a fire had ever before 
greeted me upon awakening in that village. Then I recalled that none could have entered to 
build such a fire, for Ceralt had seen to our solitude the darkness before. I lay wrapped in his 
arms, my cheek against the coarse hairs of his chest, my body pressed to his, the slow 
rhythm of his breathing attempting to force itself upon my own. I did not move where I lay, for 


an unaccustomed soreness was upon me, a result of the fierceness of Ceralt's use. Over and 
again had he used me through the darkness, at times upon my back, his lips to my throat, at 
times upon my belly, my hips raised to the fury of his thrusts. At no time had his manhood 
flagged, a thing most astonishing, and not till the new light lay no more than a few hind away 
did he allow me rest from the pummeling. I had then been taken by an exhausted sleep, 
knowing no more till my eyes had opened a scant few reckid earlier. I sighed softly and 
moved my tongue to the dark hairs that lay beside my cheek, licking at them lightly so as not 
to awaken Ceralt. Never before had a male used me so, giving such pleasure through 
uncompromising demands. Solely at his bidding had I been allowed to move, no actions of 
my own devising being permitted. At first I had raged and attempted to defy him, yet his 
presence within me had brooked no defiance. He made his demands and saw them obeyed, 
and I had wept and cried out with the depth of my pleasure. Such thoughts of his doings 
awakened my body, the moisture again beginning to flow, soothing the soreness his actions 
had caused. I little regretted the soreness, deeming it a small inconvenience for the glories of 
the darkness, and found that my belly rubbed against Ceralt's without my volition. I stilled my 
hips, thinking it possible that I might be clad and away before his awakening, yet such proved 
impossible. Ceralt's hand moved upon my back as his breathing altered, and I then knew him 
to be awake. His other hand came to my face and raised it, and his lips met mine with a 
softness which had not been present during the darkness. I drank in the softness with a 
different sort of pleasure, one that contained neither heat nor excitement, merely a soothing 
pleasure stemming from I knew not what. His lips remained upon mine some few reckid, and 
then his head raised so that he might look upon me. 
"The darkness has ended, little savage," he said softly. "How did you find it?" 
"Like no other," I replied, running my hand down his firm, hard belly to what lay beneath. 
"Ceralt is a male without equal, fit for none save a warrior." 
The laughter of his pleasure sounded even as his manhood stirred beneath my fingers. "Such 
is not the reply of a well-bred village wench," he chuckled, striking me smartly upon the 
bottom. "Such a wench would bewail the tortures she had gone through, begging the Serene 
Oneness to spare her from such use again. You do not see the matter in such a light?" 
I stiffened in anger at being struck so, and also at the mockery in his tone. "Tortures are to be 
avenged, not bewailed," I informed him, drawing away as far as possible. "And your words 
hold no meaning for me, as it was pleasure I felt, not torture. " 
"There, you have done it again," he laughed, paying no heed to my stiffness. "Such 
immodesty is unbecoming in a good wench, and we must school you in the matter. Do you 
wish my riders and their wenches to think you a pavilion-she-a mere varaina?" 
His humor grated as did the term varaina, which was unfamiliar to me. "I do not know the 
word!" I snapped, truly annoyed. "Nor do I comprehend the nature of a-a pavilion-she! I am a 
warrior of Mida, a war leader, not a denizen of villages and cities!" 
My opinion of the places of males came through clearly in my tone, and Ceralt grinned faintly 
as his hand went again to my face. 
"You are a what?" he asked, his voice soft yet filled with that which I could not define. "Surely 
I could not have heard what I thought I heard." 
His face was mainly in shadow, his voice was not menacing, yet the words he spoke were 
somehow disturbing. With uneasy awareness of his hand upon my face and his arm about 
me, I replied, "I am a warrior of Mida. Ceralt has known this since first we met." 
"Since first we met," he echoed, the strangeness yet within his voice. "And from the moment I 
first laid eyes upon you, I vowed that one fey you would be mine, not as a warrior, but as a 
woman. My woman. That fey has now come to pass." 
No further trace of the grin was upon him, and his hand had tightened where it held my face. I 
moved in discomfort against his grip, finding instead that his reawakened manhood sought 
me also where I lay against his body. So large was this Ceralt, and lately so strange, that 
Mida herself might have hesitated before him. I knew not what his intent might be, yet it 
seemed one with the chill of the air and the gray of the fire's ashes. 
"Ceralt has ever known that Jalav is Mida's," I whispered, my hands to his broad, bare chest. 
"Though once I might have wished it otherwise, I can never be yours. Do not fault me for that 
which is beyond my power to alter, Ceralt. I am chosen by Mida to serve her, and must do so 
till the sweet earth drinks of my blood. Such are the ways of Midanna." 
"No longer are you of the Midanna!" he snarled, so like a child of the wild that my hand 
grasped frantically for a weapon. No weapon came to me, and I shivered, held there so near 
to him. "Now have you been chosen by me," he rasped. "Your service mine alone! By Mida 
you vowed that you would be full woman to me, that you would obey me in all things, and so it 
shall be! Do you recall the vow, woman? Do you?" 


He shook me now, by the face and the arm, so savagely that my neck and shoulder ached to 
the clenching of his fingers. Wildly, I pulled at his hand, attempting to free myself from it, all 
the while refusing to hear the import of his words. 
"No." I moaned, unable to counter his strength, a vast emptiness spreading within me. "I 
could not have vowed such a thing! You lie! You lie!" 
"Do I?" he demanded, the lightening of the fey spreading within the windows to show me the 
coldness in his eyes. "Do I lie, Jalav? Are you to be forsworn?" 
"Never!" I screamed, throwing myself at him in a frenzy. "Sooner the final death than to be 
forsworn!" Madly I clawed at him, raking furrows in his arms and chest, my body twisting upon 
the furs so that I might have greater purchase in my attack. I wished to destroy him then, to 
send him to Mida's chains or the great darkness, to still his tongue so that it might never 
speak again. My chest heaved and ached with the madness of my efforts, yet his strength 
kept my claws from his eyes, my teeth from his throat. His hands captured mine and his body 
fell upon me, forcing away what little air I had. I threw my head to one side, away from him, 
squeezing my eyes shut so that I need not look upon him. Deeply I gasped for air that would 
not come, my wrists held prisoner between his hands, my body caught beneath the weight of 
his, my agony too horrible to bear. I had made the vows he had said I had made, faintly yet 
clearly I recalled the act, yet I could not accept the results of the vows upon my lifeshadow. 
When a warrior stood in her true self before the Midanna who had gone before, all actions of 
her lifeshadow lay open to their view. To think how such vows would be seen by them! 
Rightly would they condemn such a one to eternal solitude, never to join Mida's everlasting 
legions! I screamed then, feeling the tortures of my loss from the self-imposed darkness of a 
withered soul, cursing my body for the consequences its hungers had brought upon me. I, 
once a war leader of the Hosta of the Midanna, was now no longer fit to stand in the company 
of the lowliest of warriors, was now to be thought of as less than the least of city slave-
women. My screaming grew higher and wilder, rising in waves to the dwelling's rafters, then 
Ceralt's hand struck my face hard, and again, driving the screams from my throat. I lay 
shaking beneath him, shattered by the enormity of what I had done, yet even so his 
annoyance came to me clearly. 
"Jalav, cease this caterwauling," he commanded. "I shall not allow you female hysterics over 
the simple fact that you have been mastered. You are mine now, and shall remain so forever. 
Accept it." 
Accept it. So easily did he command me, he who knew naught of honor. Bitterly I looked upon 
him, seeing the deep scratches upon his chest and arms which his light eyes refused to 
acknowledge. As ever, a lock of his dark hair fell over his brow, a clear symbol of the 
unruliness he demanded for himself, yet would never allow to me. 
"Release me from the vows!" I rasped, breath still coming hard to me. My cheek burned 
where he had struck me, and my hands and wrists no longer had feeling. 
"Such is not my conception of acceptance," said he with a dryness in his tone, and then he 
grinned. "Know yourself defeated, my varaina, bested as surely as though you stood among 
your own, and nearly as savagely. Your life has not been lost to you in the living, merely in 
the directing, and though your restrictions shall be great, the living of it shall prove sweeter. 
You are now no more than a wench beneath a man, a position you will often be required to 
take. How stand your views upon the matter now?" 
Well amused was he, this male who spoke of besting a war leader without sword in hand, he 
who sought vows when others sought pleasure. I moved my wrists within his hand, seeking to 
regain use of my fingers, recalling the time I had thought myself bested by him. Mida had 
appeared to me then, in a dream, and had assured me that the strength of males might never 
best a warrior. Only upon the point of a blade might a warrior be bested, her lifeblood sole 
proof of her loss of position. I had often questioned my ability to raise sword to Ceralt for the 
male affected me strangely, yet now, with the possibility of an eternity of solitude before me, I 
saw that the thing must be done. 
"Jalav has never been bested," said I, foolishly seeking to hold my head high. How might a 
warrior hold her head high beneath the immobilizing bulk of a Mida-forsaken male? 
Abandoning the attempt, I merely met Ceralt's gaze. "Jalav has considered the matter," I 
continued, "and agrees to meet the male Ceralt with swords. Should the male overcome her, 
she shall then be bested. Let the matter be done now." 
"So you would agree to meet me with swords," he mused. "And from whom would you 
receive permission to touch a sword?" 
My mouth opened to reply, yet no reply came forth. I had been about to say that a warrior 
needed no permission to defend her honor, yet he had not released me from my vows, and 
his feelings upon weapons and myself were well known to me. That his permission was 


necessary before I might face him with a blade was infuriating, and I writhed in frustration 
beneath him as he laughed. 
"I see you understand the point," he grinned, his hand moving to pat the top of my head. 
"Jalav must now be an obedient wench, asking Ceralt for his leave before she undertakes an 
action. Should Jalav truly wish a thing, she must ask politely." 
Fury rose up to tangle my tongue in its curling, blazing vapors, yet I forced myself to hiss, 
"Indeed, I shall ask for that which I wish! I wish to see your blood upon my blade, Ceralt! I 
wish to send you to Mida's chains and an eternity of sthuvad use! Allow me but a few short 
reckid with sword in hand, and the matter shall be quickly seen to!" 
Again my breathing had grown heavy with the heat of emotion, yet a gasp was forced from 
me as Ceralt's grip tightened upon my wrists. No longer was he amused, and that strange 
glint shined coldly from his eyes as he leaned nearer to me. 
"A man cares little for being threatened by another man," he rasped, his voice grating with 
anger. "Should the one who threatens him be female, he may choose between amusement at 
such foolishness, and punishment for such insolence. I am not amused. " 
His hand went again to my hair, and nearly did I cry out as his fist took strong purchase 
therein. "Perhaps, by cause of what has previously occurred between us, you feel I fear to 
face you with sword in hand." His voice, laced with contained anger, had grown very soft, so 
soft that my fury cooled quickly in the face of it. "Such is not the truth of the matter, yet I feel 
no need to present you with proof you would accept. Suffice it to say that you shall not again 
touch hand to sword, dagger, bow or spear for any reason, save with my express permission. 
You are to banish all thoughts of flight from your mind, for you travel to no place lest it be by 
my side. Should the fey ever come that I raise sword to a female, that female will not be you. I 
do not fear you, varaina, yet you may perhaps learn to fear me. Some wenches require such 
fear to keep them where they belong." 
That disturbing coldness did not leave his eyes as his maleness sought and found its place 
within me. I no longer wished the vigor of his use, yet he took me as he willed, knowing he 
increased the soreness he had caused and caring not. My femaleness flinched from him in 
vain till my body acknowledged its helpless response to his presence, and then was I soothed 
and lifted in his wake, to follow slave-like the demands he put to me. Well used was I by this 
Ceralt who ruled me, yet his anger increased with each of his thrusts till I thought he would 
end me with such fury. I cried out in protest, half with pleasure, half with pain, yet he chose to 
ignore my protest though his eyes had not left my face. He used me to the full, at last sending 
his seed within me an action which seemed to drain his anger as well. When he left me to lie 
beside me, his breathing had already begun to quiet, and with great difficulty I moved my 
arms to where I might see my wrists. An angry redness circled them from his unrelenting grip, 
and the daggertips in my fingers tingled then blazed with pain. A moment I flexed my fingers, 
regaining some sense of feel, and then I clumsily touched myself, wondering if Ceralt had 
caused me damage. Was this male ever to do me as none before him? In the past, it had 
ever been a warrior who took an unwilling sthuvad, never the warrior who was taken herself. I 
cared little for the manner of turn about; however I saw no way the distortion might be 
corrected. Males are strange in their doings and thoughts, and seem ever to wish the rights 
and privileges of warriors. 
"Do you at last begin to learn the meaning of your place?" asked Ceralt from beside me. I 
turned my head toward him, and saw that he lay stretched upon his side, leaning upon one 
arm. Those light eyes noted where my fingers had gone, and my cheeks filled with heat at the 
grim satisfaction he showed. Surely he now thought me bested, for he had taken his pleasure 
with me above my protests. I had no wish to see the matter so, yet his gaze was difficult to 
meet. I turned to my left, away from him, bringing my hands to my middle and drawing my 
knees up, suddenly feeling the lack of the lenga pelt upon me. The dwelling was cold in the 
gray of the new light, and the dampness of my flesh drew the cold as an unprotected infant 
kan would draw a hungry zaran. Ceralt watched me turn from him, yet he would not allow me 
to take my shame from his sight. His hand grasped my arm and returned me to my back, then 
placed itself upon my breast. 
"This is the sign of a woman," said he, stroking the breast then cupping it in his palm. 
"Women are smaller than men and weaker, not nearly as swift, and easy prey to men. Such 
things are necessary, for women are also the bearers of children, and if it were impossible for 
men to take the women of their choosing, our race would not survive. The lives of your 
clanswomen are perversions, Jalav, for they do not acknowledge this necessary difference, 
and waste untold numbers of precious child-bearers in bloody and senseless battle. I may not 
know how such a thing began, but I need not allow it to continue. I shall show you the 
vulnerability of a woman again and again, till the truth of the matter is known in the very 


bones of you. Then, perhaps, we may seek another manner of living with one another, yet the 
choice will be yours. I shall not change my treatment of you till you request it." 
So seriously did he gaze upon me as he spoke, and so quietly, that I knew he felt the matter 
one of importance, yet I could not fathom his meaning. All knew of the physical differences 
between male and warrior, and all knew as well that males could not bear children, yet when 
he spoke of waste, I could not follow his reasoning. 
"Those warriors who are with child are never wasted," I informed him, ignoring the discomfort 
his fingers brought. "Though some might wish to hide the presence of the quickened seed 
within them so as not to be denied the glories of battle, all Midanna know it their duty to bear 
new young warriors into the world. They then give over battle till the child is born, returning to 
a warrior's life only upon placing the child with Keeper's Attendants to raise." 
"So they then give over battle," Ceralt snorted, removing his hand from me as he sat up and 
crossed his legs before him. His eyes were angry now, and he tossed his head impatiently. 
"And if they do not survive the last battle they have allowed themselves?" he demanded. "The 
child within then dies as they do! And to go even further, how many are slain before there is 
aught within them? There are few men to see to the women in your lands, and rarer yet is the 
man who is allowed to decide which of the women will bear his seed. Should a warrior 
woman love battle too greatly, she need only refrain from using a man to remain childless. In 
our lands, such a woman's foolishness is not tolerated. If she possesses qualities which men 
desire, she is bred whether she wishes to be or not. Upon such a thing does survival of the 
race depend, and women cannot be trusted with the decision. Too many fear to bear the 
children of men, so the decision must be made for them." 
"Warriors do not fear males!" I hissed, beginning to sit up. "It is a warrior's decision whether 
or not she will use a particular male, and there is no fear involved!" 
"So say you!" he retorted, pushing me flat again. "And I say that there is deep fear within the 
woman who refuses to bear a man's child! Do you fear that you will not survive, Jalav, or is 
the fear an entirely different one? A woman who is given a man's child is one who has been 
possessed by him in her entirety, one who has been made to bow to his mastery. Should she 
have mastered him, he would bear her child. I think the root of your problem lies in the fact 
that you have never been bested in battle. You have never been taught the value of 
submission to those stronger than you, and such is not the way of survival." 
"I have survived!" I snapped, struggling against the hand at my throat which now held me 
down. "Many have come forward upon the field of battle, claiming to be stronger, yet none 
have been able to stand against me! Submission is for slaves, not for those who would lead!" 
"And you wish to lead," he murmured, calmly taking in my struggles beneath the strength of 
his hand. "There is no shame to be found in wishing to lead, yet one must first know where he 
is leading, else all those who follow are as doomed as the leader. You now lead blindly and to 
no purpose, yet perhaps the matter may be rectified." Till then he had spoken as though to 
himself, yet with the final words he straightened himself and hardened his gaze upon me. 
"Cease this useless motion!" he commanded, tightening his grip upon my throat. "Will you 
never learn the futility of testing your strength with me? I am now going to dress, but you must 
first be punished for your earlier insolence. Sit up and obey me as though I possessed your 
sworn word." 
At reminder of my vows I ceased struggling, and his hand came away from my throat. Bitterly, 
I raised myself to sitting upon the lenga pelt, knowing not what he would do, yet knowing that 
my body deserved whatever pain he brought to it. Come the leather or the lash, an unwarriorlike 
hunger had invited the thing, and Jalav must now face what her weakness had wrought. 
Truly were the ways of the Midanna wise, to allow no males among them, save through 
sthuvad use. 
"I do not care for the manner in which you sit," said Ceralt, studying the cross-legged position 
I had taken. "The posture is ungraceful, hiding the lines of a woman's body. Place yourself 
upon your knees, varaina." 
I bristled at the name he again called me by, yet there was little I might do other than obey 
him. Brushing my hair well back from my arms, I knelt where I had formerly sat, and Ceralt 
nodded thoughtfully. 
"Better," he conceded, still unsatisfied. "Yet you still seem too well prepared to defend 
yourself. A woman must know her vulnerability before men before she may learn submission. 
Reach back and grasp your ankles, and do not release them." 
I wished to snarl at such direction, yet the doing would have been idle. I reached back 
beneath my hair which now fell about my feet, and grasped my ankles from within as I had 
been bidden. My hands now rested between thighs and ankles, held easily in place by my 
body weight as I sat upon my heels. Ceralt rose from his place to crouch before me, and his 


hands took my thighs and moved them widely apart. 
"This position is more to my liking," said he, a grin beginning as he gazed upon me. His body, 
so broad and hard, rose before me even in a crouch, and suddenly the knowledge struck me 
more fully than it had before. This wide-chested male, whose arms were nearly the size of my 
thighs, might use me whenever he wished, his former concern for my comfort no longer 
present. How might I, weaponless and alone, aid myself against his will? I knelt before him, 
my breasts thrust forward, my thighs invitingly open to his sight and touch, and a trembling 
prepared to claim me that I might not even draw away. In misery, my eyes sought his face, 
and he chuckled when our gaze met. 
"You do not care for being placed so?" he asked, his hand moving to my face. "Such is a 
great pity, for this is the position you will take whenever I require it of you. Your insolence 
brought this upon you, little savage, and I would have you consider a thing: should we ever 
face one another with swords as you so earnestly requested, I will not take your life. I will 
rather take your sword from you and kneel you so before all of your wenches, and make you 
beg your use. They are sure to find the sight most entertaining." 
I looked upon him with great horror, my mouth falling open, yet he did no more than laugh at 
my plight. Those without souls have no concept of honor, yet would even a male do such a 
thing? Many lives had I taken in my kalod as a warrior, yet never had I so shamed another, 
nor even conceived of the possibility. Vile and dishonorable are the males of the cities, and I 
vowed within that I would never so lose myself to the touch of a male. Sooner the touch of an 
edge to one's throat, and a slow beginning upon the journey to Mida's realm. 
"You now seem determined," mused Ceralt, a grin still upon him though his light eyes glinted. 
"Perhaps you feel yourself able to resist me. If such is the case, look here." 
Without volition, my eyes followed his hand as it left my face and moved lower, his second 
hand joining the first at my breasts. He did no more than brush at them before taking my life 
sign into his hands, yet my skin burned hot where he had touched, as though I had been 
struck. He held my life sign for a moment, his thumbs rubbing at the texture of it, and then he 
placed it against my skin, his fingers tracing the shape of the hadat upon me. My breathing 
had begun to grow rapid and uneven, and I was unable to move my eyes from his hands 
even as my limbs began to tremble. I heard his chuckle as though from a great distance, yet 
watched with unusual clarity as his fingers traced a slow path from my life sign, down my 
belly to my thighs. My breathing now grew wilder still, yet his hands did not remain upon the 
tops of my thighs. To the sides they went, beginning at my knees, and then singly, slowly, 
began the ascent. I writhed where I knelt, unable to free my hands to stop him, knowing that 
even had my hands been freed, I could not have stopped him. My body cried out for him to 
hurry, my mind cried out for him to leave me be, yet both were overcome when my voice 
cried out at his touch upon my heat. My need was great then, yet the soreness he had 
brought upon me caused my eyes to close and my head to throw itself back in misery, 
wishing his touch with every fiber of my being, shrinking from his touch lest further pain attend 
me. I moaned and tossed my head about, shamed through the needs of my own body, then 
gasped as his fingers entered me to probe gently at my pain. 
"Have I used you too far, little savage?" came Ceralt's voice as I sobbed without tears at his 
testing. "Though it was my intention to impress you, I had not thought it possible to 
accomplish this. I now find myself pleased." 
I forced my eyes to look upon him, and he regarded me in turn, the glint strong in his eyes. 
His fingers had not left me, and I knelt before him in great need and much pain, biting back 
the plea that he use me and ease some part of my suffering. His fingers moved again and I 
stiffened with a moan, yet no more than satisfaction showed itself upon his face. 
"Do you recall our first meeting, wench?" he asked, his voice so soft that I shivered. "The first 
fey you kept me for yourself alone, yet after that I was given over to your-warriors. Do you 
know the fate of a man at their hands?" 
His eyes had grown so hard with memory that I knew not what he might be about. No longer 
could I bear his touch, and wished no more than to thrust his hand from me. I began to rise 
from my heels to free my hands, yet the sharpness of his tone froze me in place. 
"Be still!" he snapped, an icy wildness having entered his eyes. "You may not move till I 
release you! I asked you, wench, do you know the fate of a man bound before savage 
females?" 
His fingers probed so deeply now that I closed my eyes again, nearly lost between screaming 
need and shrieking pain. Sweat stood out all over me, causing my body to shine in his sight, 
yet I suddenly knew that his eyes saw another sight, one which came to me in the darkness 
'neath my lids. 
"I was bound wrist and ankle to stakes in the ground," said Ceralt, bitterness causing his 


voice to choke. "My severed clothing was then brushed aside, and I lay bare to the laughter of 
the females who stood about me. I fought the leather they had bound me with till my wrists 
and ankles were near to bleeding, yet I could not free myself, nor could I keep from 
swallowing too much of that Sigurr's brew which my men had also had forced upon them. 
Then the females put their swords aside and crouched about me, waiting for the brew to do 
its evil work." 
I felt his body move upon the lenga pelt, and then his fist was tight within my hair, forcing my 
head even farther back, his other hand as deep within my body. I moaned aloud as he did 
this, not only from the pain he gave, but also from the fury of his memories. Harsh was his 
breathing not far from my ear, and I kept my eyes tight closed lest I look upon what welled 
within him and cry out from the sight. 
"In no more than a matter of reckid, my body was no longer mine," growled Ceralt, far too 
close to where I knelt. "I looked upon the females about me, saw their bare, impudent 
breasts, the softness of their bodies, and fought to reach them with my manhood. I burned, 
Jalav, burned as I never had before, aching with my need and nearly splitting asunder. The 
females laughed again, that sneering, insulting laughter piercing to my very pride, and then 
one of them rose from her crouch and approached me. No more than a child was she, barely 
nubile and with breasts too large for her frame, yet she placed her hand upon me and 
laughed at my efforts to reach her. I would have torn her apart in the depths of my need, yet I 
was unable to reach her! And then she lifted up that bit of skirting done in Hosta green and 
straddled me, allowing no more of my manhood within her than suited her pleasure. Slowly 
did she take her pleasure, slowly driving me insane, and when my stream burst forth to fill her 
well, she moved from it, and laughed again to see me cover myself and the ground. No 
release had I found in spilling my seed, instead the fire burned higher and then another took 
the place of the first, and then another and another till I could do no more than shout and 
curse and demand the surcease of death! No surcease did I find till all had used me to their 
will, and with the waning of the drug came a pain the likes of which I had never known. My 
manhood seemed a thing apart and truly aflame, and I heard the moans of my men even 
above my own. That, Jalav, was what I found at the hands of your females. I had thought to 
forgive you your savagery, excuse the necessity of that which you did, yet I now find myself 
unable to do so. Do you ache from my use, Jalav? Shall I tell you how pleased I am? I took 
no more than a single swallow of that which aids a man in impressing a stubborn woman, yet 
I now wish I had had access to that brew once given me at your orders. Your ache would be 
considerably greater." 
He released my hair with a final shake, and sharply pulled his fingers from me, leaving me to 
kneel untouched by anything other than what had just transpired. I shook from the venom of 
his narrative, from the heat risen within me, from the pain of many things, and knew naught of 
what occurred about me save an occasional scrape till the sound of footsteps came, 
approaching the door. Once there, the voice of Ceralt came again. 
"Remain exactly as you are till I return, Jalav," said he, his voice no longer uncontrolled. 
"When I return, you shall follow me to my halyar." 
No more than those few words did he speak, and then he was gone, the sound of the closing 
door preceded by a gust of colder air. I shivered more deeply at the touch of it upon my skin. 
My eyes remained closed to the sights of the world, yet my inner eye insisted upon viewing 
sights which were long past, sights which brought even greater pain upon me. Ceralt, he 
upon whom I could not look without a strange weakness taking me, was no longer the Ceralt I 
had known. That Ceralt had been strong and fine, humor warming his light eyes, concern 
creasing his brow beneath the lock of dark hair, a gentleness often to be found in the touch of 
his hand. This Ceralt had been taken by-I knew not what-and the gentleness was gone as 
though it had never been. Again I threw my head about and cried out in the emptiness of the 
dwelling. I had not known how sthuvad use would touch him, by Mida do I swear this! Why, in 
the name of the final glory, had it not been so before? 
My head fell forward upon my chest, and my hair came about my arms to cloak before me. I 
shifted very slightly where I knelt, yet little ease came to feet, hands or legs. I knelt as Ceralt 
had left me, open and bare to the sight of any who might come, and again my heat surged so 
high that my head tossed about and I moaned. Why had he not used me? Why had he left 
me kneeling so-and why did the memory of his sthuvad use burn so within him? He was 
male, and what else might a male expect save sthuvad use? 
No longer was I able to bear shutting out sight of the world, therefore I opened my eyes to 
look miserably about. The dwelling was empty save for myself upon the lenga pelt, empty and 
dim despite the strengthening gray light from beyond the windows. My breathing was much 
too rapid, yet I could not calm it. His fingers had touched me, upon belly and thighs-I 


screamed madly, needing to tear at myself, unable to tear at myself even though neither 
chain nor leather touched me. He had touched me! Ceralt, I did not know! Ceralt, do not leave 
me so! Ceralt! I wept and moaned, writhing as I knelt, demanding answers from untenanted 
air. He had not been so changed when first he had found me, when I lay near dead from Silla 
spears. His gentleness had then been with him, yet now it was gone and bitterness and 
hatred had taken its place. What other purpose might males be put to if not sthuvad use? Did 
all males see it as he did, was this why they fought the leather and the drug? I gazed down at 
my opened thighs and shook, recalling the sight of his hand there. Why had he knelt me so, 
commanded to remain unmoving? What else is a warrior to do with a male? Ceralt! 
I know not how long I knelt there in the dwelling yet the time then seemed to be measured in 
feyd. Brighter and brighter grew Mida's light, more and more numb grew my hands and legs 
and feet. I shivered from the lack of a fire, yet a constant moisture crept from between my 
thighs. My body ached as though I had been hind upon a hard, fast trail, and my head hung 
down, bringing my hair forward to gather about my face. A throbbing had begun within me, 
and I knew not how it might be made to cease. A sound at the door brought my head up 
sharply, for it might have been any who entered, yet my eyes met Ceralt alone, upon his 
return. He gazed at me closely as he closed the door, then came to stand over me where I 
knelt. I sent my own gaze to the stained and well-worn lenga pelt beneath my knees, to see 
no more of him than the tops of his fur leg-wrappings. 
"It seems I have been obeyed," said he, a satisfaction to his tone. "How has the time passed 
for you, varaina?" 
"Slowly," said I, attempting to recall that I had once been a war leader of the Hosta. I keenly 
felt the humiliation of my posture, yet even as I strove for a dignity that had been lost to me, 
my body felt the nearness of Ceralt and gave him his slave due. The heat he had left me with 
had quieted only a little, and he chuckled his amusement with renewed good humor. 
"Never had I thought to see you so completely within my power," said he, and a pile of furs 
and other things fell to the floor beside me with a thud as he released them. "It makes a man 
feel odd to have it so, yet greatly pleased. Do you yet know why you have come to such a 
pass, Jalav? Are you now able to see your vulnerability?" 
He stood above me, awaiting an answer, and I saw little reason to withhold it from him. "Long 
have I known of Mida's displeasure," said I, refraining from raising my head. "I am either to be 
punished or tested, yet in any event, my trials are yours to mete out. I am abandoned by 
Mida's love and helpless before you, male. Why do you not end me and have done with it?" 
A moment of silence followed these words, then Ceralt crouched before me to once again 
take my hair in his fist. More gently than previous was my head raised so, and sight of his 
eyes showed a great annoyance aflicker there. The dwelling was cold without a fire to warm 
it, yet much warmth was brought by the mere presence of his hand upon my hair. Surely 
Mida's judgment had been harsh upon me, to so enslave my body to a male. Much harm had 
already been caused by it; could there yet be more? 
"You are the stubbornnest, most ridiculous female I have ever met!" said Ceralt, his 
annoyance evident in his sharpened tone. "Have I not told you that you are no longer to be 
concerned with this Mida nonsense? How might a fiction be displeased with you? It is my 
displeasure which must concern you, for it is I, and I alone, who has put you upon your 
knees! And what idiocy do you speak, asking why I do not end you! Would a man draw a 
woman from the circle of choice merely to end her? Have you no sense within this great, 
empty head?" 
His fist shook my head by the hair, emphasizing his words, yet it was his question which was 
senseless, and then I recalled that it was a male with whom I dealt. The weariness returned 
to me, and I much regretted ever having ventured forth from Hosta lands. 
"Truly, I had forgotten," I sighed, looking past his shoulder to the darkened wood of the walls. 
"That males have no knowledge of Mida and her doings is understood, yet I had forgotten 
that through this lack of knowledge, honor is also unknown to them. Even those who had 
stolen Mida's Crystals and the lives of my warriors were allowed death after their punishment. 
Males take captives whom they might torture forever." 
"Torture!" he snorted in derision, releasing my hair to hang his arm across his thigh. "The sole 
torture you feel, wench, is the pinching of your pride! Your body has been taught to know 
mine as its master, and this is what disturbs you. Sooner would that overweening pride of 
yours face death than see you knelt at a man's feet. You battle with a woman's needs and 
yearnings, attempting to deny them, yet this shall not be allowed you. You will learn to kiss 
your place at my feet, and also learn to beg the privilege of being placed there. This I shall 
see to during our journey." 
Much anger had come to me at the smugness of his insistences, yet his final words gave me 


pause. I watched as he stood erect and removed the fur covering of his upper body, 
considering where this oft-mentioned journey might take us. Danger had been spoken of by 
Lialt, a danger which might, perhaps, free me from the hold of this male. There was no battle 
within me of the sort he spoke of, no yearnings save the wish to ride free. That my body was 
in bondage to his was no more than the wrath of Mida, a thing to be ended should she once 
again allow me her work. Much did I believe this, and even the strain of my hardened nipples 
did not dissuade me from the view. 
Ceralt put his body fur aside, then crouched again to sort among the pile of things he had but 
recently fetched. Within the bulk of that which seemed to be another body fur were two long 
leather strings, one short string, and a small, leather-covered pot which he removed, leaving 
the strings where they were. His uncovering of the pot showed a light pink liquid, thicker even 
than sword oil, yet thin enough to run slowly down the side of the pot when the male held it 
out toward me. 
"Here," said he, gesturing with the pot. "This will ease what soreness is upon you-till I choose 
to return it to you. Take the jar and see to yourself." 
I had no need to attempt movement to know the struggle which lay ahead, for my body's 
numbness spoke eloquently of it. Slowly, carefully, I sought to raise myself from my heels, to 
release my ankles and free my hands, yet it seemed as though I was bound in place, my 
limbs of a weight too massive for movement. Deeply I breathed, feeling the greasy pads of 
sweat upon my forehead, knowing I must bring the pain to my flesh before freedom would be 
granted from where I knelt. Ceralt looked narrow-eyed upon my efforts, then shook his head 
with a sound of annoyance. 
"Stubborn!" he muttered, once again displeased, then raised his hands to brush my hair back. 
"You know full well that you have knelt there too long to move without assistance," he 
accused, "yet I hear no words from you asking my aid. Had you asked, you would have 
received it, just as you would have received my protection from those minions of Vistren who 
set upon you with daggers. Then, as now, you spoke not, and I do not care for the practice. 
Heed my words, woman, and mend your ways." 
I looked upon him in confusion, seeing his light-eyed annoyance and understanding none of 
it, yet he made no further explanations. Silently, he placed two fingers within the pot he had 
opened, withdrew them covered with the thick pink liquid, placed the pot upon the floor 
boards beside him, then held my neck with his free hand. 
"We will see to one pain at a time," said he, his voice now softened. "This must be done 
before your limbs are stretched. Brace yourself." 
His hand upon my neck brought further confusion, yet all was swept away when he reached 
toward me with the liquid. The touch of it was icy silk upon my irritated parts, an iciness I 
wished to draw away from, yet found myself unable to do so. He spread the liquid well about, 
returning his fingers to the pot from time to time, and in no more than a hand of reckid, I again 
writhed where I knelt, having been freed of the lesser pain and thrown completely to the 
mercy of the greater. Ah, Mida! How the touch of him upon my heat was agony! I moaned at 
the circular. movement of his fingers and a grin appeared upon his face, shortly to be joined 
by gentle laughter. My thighs were opened to him as he had demanded, and he pleasured 
himself with that which was unshielded from his touch. Then his fingers left the victim of his 
probings, and the pot of liquid was removed to a greater distance. 
"That seems sufficient for the moment," he murmured, putting his hands upon my arms. "Now 
let us see to your unwinding." 
A sudden reluctance was upon me to move, yet this reluctance did naught to keep him from 
placing me upon my belly in the furs. One by one he lowered my legs, releasing my hands, 
and I forced my face within the furs to keep from voicing the pain. It began heavy and dull, a 
mutter within muscles, rising from there to a flaming of the limbs, worsened by Ceralt's briskly 
rubbing hands. Daggers of fire pierced me all about, bringing to mind the agony produced by 
use of two of Mida's Crystals. I thrust the thought from me and clenched my teeth, at the 
same time drawing my arms forward. The effort needed was great, yet I could not remain 
unmoving, knowing naught save Ceralt's ministrations. The male was heartless, rubbing my 
legs to screaming life, and I had no wish for the same to be done to my hands and arms. At 
last my hands were before my face, and I leaned upon my elbows so that I might flex the 
fingers and reaccustom them to movement. My life sign swung between my breasts in rhythm 
to the flexing, and I knew that I must rid myself of it, should it prove impossible to find freedom 
from the vows Ceralt had stolen. My life sign was the guardian of my soul, its presence an 
assurance that should my life be lost, my soul would find its way to Mida's realm. With the 
prospect of an eternity of isolation before me, I had no wish to enter Mida's realm. Far better 
that my soul seek the endless darkness, there to thin and spread till it was no more. A 


coldness touched me briefly, bringing a shudder, for I greatly feared the final darkness, yet 
fear was not to be acknowledged by a war leader. Though I was war leader no more, there 
was little to be gained by falling prey to fears and weaknesses. Though my soul would find no 
more than the final darkness, it was yet possible for my body to give up the breath of life with 
some modicum of dignity. Even should Mida wish no more of me, she would still expect my 
end to be worthy of a Midanna. 
"Let me see you move your legs," said Ceralt from behind me, leaving off the rubbing. My 
legs now tingled hotly, yet I knew their control was again mine. Long hind had I knelt upon the 
lenga pelt, yet not so long that recovery would be as long or longer. I rolled to my side and 
drew my legs up, reaching down to knead the back of my left thigh. Ceralt's eyes were upon 
me, yet his gaze had found the spear scar upon my thigh, and his hand reached out to touch 
it gently, a strange tightening of his lips in evidence at sight of the ridged pinkish flesh against 
the darker skin of me. His fingers barely touched the scar then pulled away, and his eyes 
rose from my thigh to my face. 
"Never again shall such a thing happen," said he, the soft menace fully within his voice and 
eyes. "Above all things, heed me in this, Jalav, for if ever I find a weapon within reach of your 
hand, your punishment will be feyd in the doing. See if you are able to stand." 
He rose from his crouch to await my efforts, and I, with very little difficulty, also gained my 
feet. I wished to remind him that the wounds had come about by cause of the absence of 
weapons in my hand, not their presence, yet the glint in his eyes dissuaded the attempt. He 
wished naught of the truth, this male who looked down upon me narrow-eyed, issuing his 
commands as suited him, and would not hear it being spoken. I stretched myself as I stood 
before him, keeping the truth in my own heart, and he in his blindness seemed satisfied. 
"Now that you are restored," said he, reaching about himself to pull his leather chest covering 
over his head and from his arms, "you may see to repairing the damage you have done. 
Fetch the jar, and salve these scratches you put upon me." 
He indicated the pot of pink liquid as he tossed his leather covering aside, therefore I bent to 
retrieve the pot, then turned to inspect him. The tracks of clawing were deep and inflamed 
upon his chest and arms, also showing signs, here and there, of having bled. I glanced at his 
face as he stood waiting, and saw no sign of anger at my having marked him so. Indeed, he 
seemed serene and complacent, as though such markings were acceptable to him. 
Confusion, my constant companion, stirred within me, yet I quieted it with a surmise. 
Perhaps, to the male, the clawings were a symbol of his victory, no more than a small cost for 
having had his way with me. I now stood before him, having been commanded to tend to his 
needs, and such victory must be sweet indeed. Midanna warriors tended their own wounds 
when possible, or were aided by other warriors when such aid was needed. Never would a 
sthuvad be allowed to perform such a function, for even with males who chose to remain with 
Midanna after the time of their sthuvad use, the thought of vengeance for their initial capture 
might come. Ceralt feared no such vengeance, and my lips tightened in fury at the thought. 
He possessed my word to chain me to him, and knew me helpless before the male strength 
of him. So close was the dagger at his silvered belt, so close and tempting, yet I had been 
forbidden the welcome presence of its hilt within my grasp, forbidden its very nearness to me. 
Angrily, I reached two fingers within the pot I held, coming away with a thick coating of the 
liquid, yet my wrist was suddenly grasped by his hand before I might touch him. 
"Gently," he cautioned, an amusement now clear in his eyes. "I wish the scratches salved, not 
savaged. Let us see how near you may come to a woman's touch." 
He released my wrist and watched closely as I spread the liquid upon the first of the clawings 
of his chest. It lay among the dark hairs which covered him, much like a sednet in grass, and 
as I spread the liquid about, I became aware of the rise and fall of the chest I tended. The 
wounds lay before my eyes, for Ceralt stood a full head taller than I, and I felt that he now 
looked down upon me rather than the doings of my fingers. I renewed the liquid and moved to 
another of the wounds, recalling this chest before me, and how often I had pressed my face 
to it, lost in the pleasures of Ceralt's manhood. My hand trembled in the spreading, and I 
quickly turned to the markings of his arms, yet the Mida-forsaken remembrances would not 
give me peace. How often had those well-thewed arms been about me, holding me for his 
lips and caresses? How often had I clung to them in the throes of his body's delights? Even 
through the liquid, I was able to feel the warmth and strength of his flesh, and I squeezed my 
thighs together to halt the flow of the moisture which ran from me, mute evidence of the 
male's near presence, helpless response to the thought of him. Quickly, I finished the task he 
had given me, placing the pot once more upon the floor, yet when I stood straight again, I 
found I was not done with him. His arms went about me, pulling me to the chest I had tended, 
and then his lips were upon mine, taking the kiss he sought, and more as well. His silvered 


belt pressed into my body as his hands moved about my bare back, beneath my hair, stroking 
my skin and bringing forth a moan from my throat. Again was I slave to his demands, held in 
his arms and to his lips as though the thing were proper, as though his body had the right to 
own mine so. I shivered in my need and pressed against his hardness, and his lips left mine 
so that he might laugh. 
"Is there aught you desire, varaina?" he asked, laughter in his eyes. I knew he mocked me in 
my weakness, yet I was unable to free myself of his chains. A warrior often has deep needs, 
and never before had I been so powerless to satisfy them. The strength of his arms about 
me, the warmth of his body-I was unable to keep the words from stumbling from me. 
"Use me, Ceralt," I whispered, my eyes begging the laughter in his. My body, uncontrollable, 
forced itself against his manhood, demanding release, piteously pleading for it. His arms 
tightened about me, holding me still against him, his amusement increasing. 
"Think you I have naught to do this fey than put you to your back?" he chuckled, his hand 
moving to my bottom to halt the swaying of my hips. "It is nearly the time for one's mid-fey 
meal, and we have not even shared falum as yet. We must now see you clad, varaina, so you 
may follow me to my halyar. Should your conduct of the fey please me, I shall use you for 
further pleasure in the darkness. Fetch your garment, Jalav, and do not speak again." 
I had been about to plead with him, debasing myself as he had previously demanded, yet his 
command cut short the flow of words. He released me and turned away, dismissing his own 
need, and I crouched where I stood, hugging my knees against the pulsing flames within me. 
My cheek felt the bones within my knee, my feet felt the wood of the floor beneath me, my 
crumbled pride felt the agony and humiliation of having been denied after lowering myself to 
begging. That he would do me so, I, once a war leader of the Hosta of the Midanna! Now that 
he had possession of me, soon there would be naught left save an endless shame, one never 
to be cleansed. My eyes closed tight, I moved my face against my knees, unexpectedly 
feeling the touch of the silver ring of a blood warrior, that which was matched upon the other 
side by the second silver ring of a war leader. A great fury rose up in me, fury at all things 
which now surrounded me, fury at that which had once meant so much to me. I put my hands 
to the rings, intending to tear them from my ears, and again Ceralt's hands closed about my 
wrists. 
"The decorations please me," he said, forcing my hands from their grip upon the rings. "Do 
not touch them again, nor attempt to remove them. And you will be punished for failing to 
obey me. Now, fetch your garment!" 
Miserably, I opened my eyes to see the anger upon him, an anger which shone from his light 
eyes. Decorations, he had called the rings of a warrior, demeaning them to the point of 
meaningless trifles; lowering them to the place he had lowered me. Never would a male end 
the life of a captive, for that would be savagery. Sooner would he show mercy and spare that 
life, preserving it so that he might make it not worth the living. Truly was mercy a thing of 
males, a thing far beyond the simple savageries of warriors. 
Ceralt pulled me straight again, and despite my pain, I went to fetch my covering. Ceralt knew 
what pain I felt, long ago had he learned of my body's demands, yet the thought no longer 
concerned him. Much changed had Ceralt become, and I knew not why this was so. My 
covering was easily straightened, yet it seemed beyond repair with the ties having been slit 
by Ceralt's dagger. Ceralt directed the removal of the cut ties, then produced the strings 
which had lain with the pot of liquid. These strings once within the garment, made it whole 
once more, yet their color was somewhat lighter than the color of the old strings. Sight of 
them restored Ceralt's good humor, and though I had no understanding of the significance of 
such a thing, it mattered not. Walking had become a difficulty, and a further annoyance 
plagued me. The pink liquid Ceralt had placed within me gave too greasy a feel, yet I was 
forbidden to touch the place in an attempt to remove it. With the covering upon me, the 
copper-colored belt once more around my middle, my leg and body furs, fetched from the 
large dwelling, again in their proper places, I miserably followed Ceralt from the dwelling. The 
last I saw of it was a cold and finished sight, the fireplace bereft of fire, the lenga pelts soiled 
and abandoned, the severed strings of my garment scattered about, all in a chill dimness of 
that which is not to be returned to. Now, I would dwell elsewhere, in a captivity more complete 
than I had yet known. Ah, Mida! How great my sins must be to have brought this about! 
The fey was cold even though a thin remembrance of Mida's warming light shone down in an 
attempt to scatter the chill. A small wind blew, rifling the leaves which remained upon the 
trees, and no longer was there a white, frozen covering upon the ground. Males and females 
moved about the village as I hurried to match the pace of Ceralt, who had decreed that I 
follow behind him, yet no further than two paces from his broad, fur-covered back. He strode 
across the hardened ground, not once looking to see if indeed I followed, knowing full well the 


manner in which I was bound to him. I looked toward the forests as I hastened in his track, 
feeling their call, longing desperately to flee in the direction which would return me to Hosta 
lands, yet I could not leave my word unreclaimed, nor could I ignore the whimperings of my 
body. Well bound was I to Ceralt, and only Mida might free me of his hold. 
Well amused were the males of the village who saw us, and I entered Ceralt's dwelling 
covered by the red of humiliation. Ceralt, who stood to one side of the door to hurry me 
within, showed a fine grin of amusement, knowing precisely the cause of the color in my 
cheeks. Much hate did I feel for the male then, he who so gloried in my debasement, he who 
flaunted it for the world to see. Vile were males in their multitude of ways, and I hated them all 
for the many things they had done to me. Mida teaches that hate is a useless emotion, for 
one may challenge she who would normally evoke such a feeling and end the need to feel 
hatred, yet was I unable to do such a thing among males. My hate of all things male grew 
higher the longer I moved among them, and I knew not where the thing might end. Perhaps 
madness awaited me in place of honorable death, yet as I drew my body fur over my head, I 
knew I cared not. One end now seemed as welcome as another. 
"Remove your boots as well," remarked Ceralt, taking his fur body covering to hang upon the 
wall. With the door closed and a fire blazing in the hearth, the dwelling was overwarm, yet he 
did not attempt to remove his own leg furs. I sat upon the floor to pull the furs from me, and 
Ceralt turned to regard me with a faint smile. 
"I find great pleasure in seeing you obey without explanation," said he, "yet this matter 
requires your understanding. Wenches of this village are not permitted footwear within a 
halyar, therefore you will remove your boots no matter whose halyar you enter. Is this clear to 
you?" 
His eyes awaited an acknowledgment, therefore I nodded, which seemed to be sufficient. He 
turned from me with a grunt and walked toward the hearth, and my fists closed with impotent 
fury upon the leg furs I had removed. Stroke and stroke again with the lash of shame, and 
care naught for the miserable female beneath the lash. I began to feel pity and compassion 
for those females raised trapped among males, and also began to understand somewhat the 
why of their lack of escape attempts. Their treatment at the hands of males left little pride to 
which they might cling, yet Ceralt erred in thinking me of their ilk. The memories of a warrior 
yet stirred within me, and never would they be excised from my thoughts. 
Ceralt's dwelling was much like Lialt's, with lenga pelts scattered about, piles of garments to 
one side, small platforms here and there, and thick leather strung tied across one corner, yet 
as I placed my fur body covering upon the wall beside Ceralt's, I saw the weapons hung to 
the right of the body coverings. A large, well curved bow hung beside a sheaf of arrows, the 
dark, polished wood grain of it catching the light of the fire. The string was slack between the 
curves of its body, yet I knew a good deal of strength would be required to bend it. Beside the 
bow hung a sheathed sword, somewhat longer and broader than those used by Midanna and 
city males. The hilt of the sword was two hands in length, cast in metal and aglow with the 
presence of shiny stones, those which males seemed to care so greatly for. Use of the stones 
within the hilt seemed improper, for shiny stones had no value other than to soothe the upset 
of males when sthuvad use was done, yet the hilt glowed brightly above the plain, worn 
leather of the scabbard which held the blade. I wished to know the feel of that blade within my 
grasp and put my hand out to draw it from its sheath, yet my hand halted short of the hilt, 
bitter memory recalling my new lot. I drew my hand away again, pain from the stolen vows 
twisting within me, and turned to see Ceralt's eyes upon me, a tenseness to his stance as he 
watched me from the hearth. No word had he spoken as my hand had approached the 
sword, yet surely he had seen my intent. Would he now pronounce a punishment? Would he 
use the twisted leather lash hung at his belt? My body wished to tremble at thought of that 
lash, memory of Galiose's doing suddenly before my eyes, yet I would not allow the 
trembling. I took my eyes from Ceralt's gaze and studied the fire, contemplating its serenity 
and seeking to share it. 
"You may now prepare the falum," said Ceralt, a softness to his tone, yet not of menace. He 
stood with a small sack in his hand, his eyes unaccusing, his stance now relaxed. He made 
no mention of what had just occurred, and I saw at last that there was little cause for mention. 
Completely had I obeyed him, just as he demanded, refraining even from touching fingertips 
to the weapon. There would be no punishment for complete obedience, no lash to fall for 
obeying his word, no more than the sickness deep within me, of shame and hate and 
freedom lost forever. I moved toward him without comment, and took the sack of dried grain. 
The falum was not difficult to prepare, yet when it lay ready in its pot upon the hearth, I looked 
upon it with loathing. Never before had I prepared sustenance for a male, indeed, it was often 
that a male prepared sustenance for me, yet Ceralt sat upon a pelt not far from the fire and 


awaited his portion to be given him. I tossed my tangled hair free of my arms, then filled a 
wooden bowl for the male who had commanded slave-duty from me. The odor of the falum 
had returned the pangs of hunger to me, yet I would not ask to partake of the male's 
provender. Perhaps Mida would smile a final time, and starvation would halt my trials. 
"Fill another bowl," said Ceralt, looking up at me as I handed the pot to him. "And fill it as full 
as possible." 
I knew not what the male wished to do with a second portion, yet it was possible that his 
hunger was great. Males have unreasonable appetites in many things, and a warrior does 
well to dismiss the point. I filled a second wooden pot with the cooked grain and returned to 
the male, yet instead of taking the pot, he gestured to the floor before him. 
"Kneel there with it," said he, sitting straighter with the pot he held. "I do not care for an 
unfleshed woman, and you have too long followed your own inclinations. I shall see the 
roundness returned to your bones, for I am not Lialt." 
I knelt as he bid me, frowning at the words he spoke. Still Mida failed to smile upon her 
warrior, and my frustration was great. Would naught pass the notice of this male before me? 
Would he leave me no means by which I might escape him? He sat cross-legged upon a 
lenga pelt, yet the wooden boards of the floor were my lot, immediately bringing an ache to 
my knees and feet. Again, I had been knelt before a male, and I cared less for it than the 
instance previous. 
"Take this spoon," directed Ceralt, handing to me a stick of wood which was wider at one 
end, and somewhat hollowed in the wideness. "With the spoon, you are to bring some falum 
to my lips and say, 'As we share the grain of life together, so may we share our lives forever.' 
Are you able to recall the words?" 
I gazed upon him, the seriousness in his light eyes a palpable thing, and could do no more 
than nod my head. I knelt before him, a slave to his bidding, the heat within me scarcely 
bearable, and this was to be my chosen state forever? Perhaps the custom had meaning 
between others, yet I, from my knees, could not envision such a thing. Stiffly, and with great 
reluctance, I raised the falum to his lips, speaking the words without tone or inflection, wishing 
I might hurl the entire thing from me and run to the forests and from the sight of him. He took 
the falum from the bit of wood, his gaze unmoving from my face, and the taste of the grain 
seemed more than sweet to him. He swallowed it with great and solemn joy, then took the bit 
of wood from my hand. 
" 'As we share the grain of life together,' " said he, dipping the wood in the pot I held, then 
bringing it full to my lips, " 'so may we share our lives forever.' " 
I swallowed the falum, as was expected, yet the taste of it brought no sweetness to me as it 
had to Ceralt. The male, however, laughed softly in pleasure, and put his hand to my face. 
"Now that I have made you truly mine," said he, "we must remove the sourness from your 
disposition. That you do not wish to be mine is evident, yet you may not deny me. Perhaps 
with a hot meal within you, the sourness may be lessened." 
He then removed his hand and proceeded to offer me more of the falum, refusing to hear my 
demurrals. The grain in the pot was fed to me, a bit at a time, till I felt ill and near to bursting, 
yet the male continued on till the last of the falum had been swallowed. My mouth burned 
from the heat of it, and my teeth ached as well, yet every drop slid down my gullet till the pot 
contained no more. I was then given the bit of wood and instructed to see to Ceralt's hunger, 
and the male leaned back at ease as I fed him from his own pot, his body relaxed upon the 
pelt, his eyes unmoving from my face. When I was finally done and the falum was no more, 
Ceralt stretched wide upon the pelt and grinned at me. 
"It is truly pleasing having you tend to me so," he said, then placed his hand upon my thigh 
beneath my garment. "Women bring greater interest to a man's life, and the softness of their 
bodies is but a part of that. See to the cleansing of the bowls and cooking pot, for I would 
have you visit the bathing halyar this fey. Tarla shall soon arrive to show you there." 
I could not have moved from his hand of my own accord, yet when he withdrew it, I rose 
unsteadily to my feet and returned the bowls to the hearth. His continued satisfaction was a 
constant grating upon the sharp edges of my shattered former self, yet I longed for his touch 
even as I bitterly berated myself for such weakness. Cook this and clean that said the male to 
a Midanna warrior, and the witless warrior poured forth the juices of her slave-need even as 
she bent to his commands. There was little wonder that Mida had abandoned me, little 
question now as to the nature of my sins. Mida had not made my body slave to the male, but 
had condemned me for the stupidity of my needs, giving me over into his hands so that I 
might know the suffering I had brought upon myself. How such a thing had come to be I knew 
not, no more than how such a thing might be ended. 
Tarla appeared not long after the pots had been seen to, a gentle knock announcing her 


presence beyond the door. Ceralt looked up from the sharpening stone he had been using 
upon his dagger and bid her enter, and I turned from the window through which I had been 
gazing. The chill of the land was no longer able to touch me, for I had covered myself with a 
shame which was unending. I had been taken by a male, and had not proved strong enough 
to withstand him. 
"May Jalav now accompany me?" asked Tarla of Ceralt, a shy smile upon the prettiness of 
her face. She had taken no more than two steps within the dwelling, seemingly fearful to 
enter farther, for she had not removed her leg coverings. Ceralt looked to the edge of his 
dagger with a thumb, then nodded to Tarla. 
"Show her the whereabouts of the bathing halyar," said he, "and see that she makes full use 
of its facilities. I wish to see her hair shining again, but do not allow it to be bound." 
Tarla acknowledged Ceralt's instructions, then waited as I replaced the needed furs. Ceralt 
had interest only in his dagger, and looked not once upon me as I left his dwelling. Tarla 
closed the door behind us, then hurried to match my stride as I walked from my new abode. 
"Jalav, I am indescribably thrilled," said she, a breathlessness to her voice. "I heard how 
Ceralt fought for you, then carried you away with him! How pleased I am that happiness has 
come to you at last!" 
She sighed again as she redirected my steps to the right, and nearly did I speak to her of how 
I felt, yet she was so much a child and so covered with gladness, that the words hung back 
and could not be spoken. There were few to whom a war leader might speak, Rilas, Keeper 
to the sister clans of Midanna having been the sole exception I had found, yet even Rilas 
would spit and turn away were she to hear what I had done. Forever alone I was destined to 
be, and that loneliness had begun even before my final breath. 
We walked to the far end of the village, away from where my dwelling had stood, till we came 
to a dwelling which seemed odd to the eye. Upon short legs of wood the dwelling stood, 
something of a pit to be seen below, and steps had been placed before it, so that the door 
might be reached more easily. As we climbed the steps together, I saw the crackling of a 
great fire beneath the dwelling, yet Tarla seemed undisturbed by it. She went directly to the 
door and then within, and as I entered behind her, I saw the reason for the haste with which 
she began removing her coverings. The tiny windowless room we stood in, no more than 
three paces by four, held a greater heat than Midanna lands at the height of Mida's blessing. 
The walls held flames within boxes, many covering and furs lay about, and as soon as I had 
closed the door upon the cold without, I, too, began removing my coverings. 
"The water should be well heated," said Tarla, removing the twistings of her hair as I placed 
my coverings beside hers. Tarla had the body of a young girl, sweet in its budding promise, 
yet she colored in embarrassment when I looked upon her, and averted her gaze. "I know," 
she sighed, finishing with her hair and placing her hands before her. "I am naught when 
compared with you, and Lialt will find great disappointment when he brings me to his furs. I 
have seen him looking at your body, Jalav, and for some time he has not looked only upon 
your wounds, yet there is little I may do; The Serene Oneness has not seen fit to grant me 
your largesse." 
So miserable did the child suddenly seem, that I could not bear her sorrow. Finding pleasure 
in the sight of males was a curse to a warrior, yet Tarla was no warrior and never would be. 
Deliberately I approached her, and placed my hand upon her shoulder. 
"Much would I be pleased to see your face when you find yourself mistaken," said I with 
something of a laugh. "The bounty you speak of has not been withheld from you, it is merely 
slow in the coming, and even were it to fail to come at all, there is no accounting for the tastes 
of males. I recall a warrior of mine, made more in the image of male than female, who yet 
found herself greatly surprised when a sthuvad begged to remain with her. To him, her form 
was more pleasing than mine, though he often looked upon me with hunger. How may one 
know the thoughts of a male?" 
Tarla once more lifted her large, dark eyes to mine, and great hope shone clearly therein. "Do 
you speak truly?" she asked, her hands yet held before her. "You do not seek to give false 
comfort?" 
"I do indeed speak truly," I answered, refraining from saying that among Midanna, one 
doubted the word of another only at swordpoint. The female meant no insult, and sought only 
to believe that which was so difficult for her to believe. Her face again took on the glow of 
happiness, and her hands fell from their shielding position. 
"Oh, Jalav, I do so hope you are not mistaken." She laughed. "I wish to give Lialt naught save 
happiness, and now it is possible that I may do so. Let us hurry now to the bathing water, for 
there is much to be done with you." 
Having spoken so, she then turned to a door which led farther within the dwelling. Beyond the 


door lay the balance of the dwelling yet it was floored no more than halfway across. Beyond 
the wood of the floor was water, held within the metal of a container fully half the size of the 
dwelling. Flames within boxes lit the room to sufficiency, replacing the light which was not 
permitted through the curtained windows, and many variously colored lengths of cloth lay 
about upon low wooden platforms and the floor itself. The inner room contained even greater 
heat than the outer room, yet the numbers of females who sat about upon the platforms or 
wet themselves within the water, seemed to feel naught of the closeness. Many of them 
looked about as we entered, and some called greetings to Tarla. Tarla, in turn, returned the 
greetings, then led me to the edge of the flooring. 
"Into the water and soak, Jalav," said she, placing her toes so that she might test the warmth 
of the water. "Ceralt wishes to see you softened for his arms, and he may no longer be 
denied. Your softness shall surely please him more this darkness than the last once we are 
done with you." 
"Softness has little to do with pleasing a male," I murmured yet Tarla heard not for I had 
spoken very softly. I, too, placed my toes within the water, and was not surprised to find that it 
had been heated in the manner of the city folk. Often had I bathed in chill forest streams, yet 
such a practice seemed beyond the ken of those of cities and villages. I sighed in resignation 
and slid within the water, finding that it rose to my breasts when I stood erect. The water 
moved somewhat to the motions of the others within it, yet I stood quietly by the edge of the 
flooring, once more obedient to Ceralt's will. 
Tarla moved about among the females on the flooring, and following her, my eyes fell upon a 
female who was beginning to be heavy with child. As pleased as a warrior did the female 
seem to be, speaking and laughing with those who sat and stood about, and the sight of her 
recalled Ceralt's words to me. The male had spoken of my fear of being with child, and had 
also said other things equally as foolish. To a male, it might seem that the getting of a child 
was a sign of his mastery, yet the simple truth was that a warrior might take the seed of a 
male without his let, and still bear the child he had no wish to plant. In such a way did the 
numbers of Midanna increase, and all warriors knew that it was expected by Mida that she 
bear her young for the greater glory of her clan. All warriors knew this-and knew as well that a 
war leader was denied such glory, for she had been chosen by Mida to lead the Midanna to 
war. One glory replaces another, yet I had once stood above a warrior who held her newborn 
daughter in her arms, seeing the love my warrior had felt for the tiny life at her breast. 
This, knowing the fruits of my own body, had been forbidden to me with the placing of the 
second silver ring, and no male could know the depth of my loss. In obedience to Mida, I had 
forsaken the life of my life, and Ceralt had mindlessly pratted on about fear and mastery. A 
warrior feared only the displeasure of Mida, and that I had already found in plentitude. 
It seemed more than a hin that I stood within the water, my hair growing wetter and heavier, 
my skin beginning to grow wrinkled and ill-fitting. I had spoken often to Tarla, explaining my 
discomfort and my wish to leave the water, yet the young female had maintained that Ceralt 
wished me to remain as I was, heeding her advice. I knew not whether that was the truth of 
the matter, yet were it so, Ceralt might find himself regretting the decision. I wiped the sweat 
from my brow and face, and thought that when Ceralt next put his arms about me, I would 
likely fall to pieces from so long a submersion in water. 
At last Tarla entered the water as well, and moved her shoulders about to wet them before 
approaching me. In her hand, she carried that which appeared to be congealed fat, lumpy 
and thick-looking, and of a yellowish color. As she approached me, she gestured toward my 
hair. 
"Lean your head back so that all of it may be wet, Jalav," she directed. "I shall use this soap 
upon it, and then you may emerge." 
I knew not what the term "soap" might be, yet it seemed the thing city folk used in place of 
cleansing sand. I had little wish to become further involved with city ways, but a protest 
seemed not worth the effort. I wet my hair further to the satisfaction of Tarla, then allowed the 
placing of this soap within it. Much did the substance foam like water at the foot of a falls, yet 
its presence burned one's eyes and filled one's ears so greatly that I gave thanks to Mida 
when I was at last able to rinse it from me. Tarla put a cloth within reach of my hands so that I 
might dry my burning eyes, and the first sight which met my gaze was the departure of two of 
the females who had been there since before my arrival. Those two females had much and 
lengthily looked upon me and whispered to one another, yet neither one had approached me 
as I had hoped they would. They two had been with the female Famira upon the fey she had 
chosen to confront me, the first fey I had attempted to move about the village unaided. Much 
had I wished them to repeat their challenge, for I was no longer wound-weakened and 
strengthless, yet they had not seen fit to do so. Undoubtedly Ceralt would have been angered 


if I had harmed them, yet I had not been forbidden by him to do such a thing, and no longer 
had I patience for the failings of city slave-women. Should they wish to approach me as Tarla 
did, all well and good. Should they wish to approach me in challenge, however, they would 
find to their sorrow that chained though I was, their safety was not thereby assured. 
When once the door had closed behind the two, the hum of voices rose to be tinged with low 
laughter, and another young female hurried over to lean down to Tarla. 
"At last I may tell you of it!" said the female to Tarla, excitement and amusement both in her 
voice. "I wished to speak to you sooner, and came finally to believe that they would never 
leave!" 
"Calmly, Resta, calmly," soothed Tarla with a laugh as she squeezed the water from my hair. 
"What is this most important thing which you wished to tell me?" 
The female Resta sat herself at the edge of the flooring, and with a hasty glance toward the 
newly closed door, leaned even farther toward Tarla. 
"Famira was drawn from the circle last darkness!" Resta breathed, her eyes filled with 
laughter. "The rider who claimed her was none other than Cimilan!" 
"Cimilan!" Tarla repeated in a gasp, and then she, too, was touched by faint laughter. "Of all 
the riders there are, he was the one she least wished to be chosen by. I believe I begin to pity 
her. " 
"Famira reaps no more than what she has sown," said Resta, showing none of the pity Tarla 
had spoken of. "Had she been less sure that she would go to Ceralt, she would not have 
given Cimilan insult so often. She enjoyed parading herself before him, raising his desire as 
she spat upon his pride, knowing he would not give challenge to Ceralt's claim of her. Now 
she wears his strings and follows him about, and continues to weep from his use of her last 
darkness. Challa says that Cimilan found it necessary to carry Famira here not long past the 
new light, so that the blood might be washed from her thighs and her pain lessened enough 
to allow her to walk. I have also heard it whispered that Cimilan drank of the second skin 
before carrying her to her father's halyar, and her screams kept sleep from all those within 
hearing for the entire darkness. The high and mighty Famira is now no more than a rider's 
wench, and shall strut no more among us! Cimilan's leather shall teach her silence, and I, for 
one, have long awaited such silence!" 
Murmurs of agreement came from all about the room, and she called Resta looked about in 
fierce search for such agreement. Her eyes had blazed hot when she had spoken, and the 
heat of her words was clearly felt. Even Tarla had agreed with a sigh, and I took my hair from 
her hands and threw it upon the flooring, then vaulted out of the water before the great mass 
of hair might tumble back and wet itself further. I stood straight upon the wooden boards and 
shook my hair free so it might drip its wetness more easily, and she called Resta rose from 
the edge of the flooring to face me. 
"I do not know you," said she, looking up into my eyes, "yet it seems that you should find as 
much pleasure in Famira's fate as we. Was it not she who threw you to the ground not long 
after Ceralt first brought you here? Her hate for you was deep, and surely you return that hate 
in some measure?" 
No other voices were to be heard in the dwelling, no more than the ripple and splash of water 
as Tarla drew herself to the flooring. All seemed to await my reply, yet I chose my words with 
difficulty. 
"It is true I have no liking for she called Famira," I groped, "yet I cannot bring meaning to the 
feelings you have shown. You glory in the pain and shame given her by another, but I heard 
no words of the times you yourself faced her. Is there none among you who might have faced 
this female and spoken of your dislike, then offered her the opportunity to defend her ways or 
stand in jeopardy of her safety? To find glee in deeds done by others that should have been 
done by you is not a thing Midanna care for." 
She called Resta seemed touched by confusion, and her hand gestured vaguely as she 
searched my face. "But we could not face Famira in such a manner!" she denied. "She stands 
taller than any here save yourself, and even had it been possible to match her, her father 
would have been furious if she had come to harm! Were we to find our own selves in 
jeopardy, merely to indicate dislike?" 
"One must choose between possibilities." I shrugged, seeing no confusion in the concept. 
"Either one lives silently beneath the yoke of others, or one asserts her right to an 
undisturbed life. 
Having failed to assert yourself-through your own choosing-to now speak gleefully of your 
enemy's downfall damages with dignity you possess. To feel pleasure at the thing is 
understandable. To gloat aloud is demeaning." 
The female Resta gazed down at her hands in upset, echoing the silence to be heard from 


the others. Thinking the matter ended, I began to turn away, yet Resta's hand came to touch 
my arm. 
"You say we should have faced her," said the small, dark female. "Would you have faced 
her? Knowing that Ceralt might well have beaten you for causing her harm? It is whispered 
that Ceralt's leather has not been idle, and the High Rider is not a man weakened by infirmity. 
Would you face his wrath merely to assert yourself?" 
It seemed the female sought to find a point I would not contest, a point which showed that I, 
too, lived as she. The thought of Ceralt was not a pleasant one, yet I strove to keep the 
bleakness from my eyes. 
"The matter is not one of merely," I sighed, knowing my thoughts would not come through in 
my words. "Were Famira a warrior such as I, I would face her even though my blood might 
well adorn her blade. The importance is in the doing, not in what follows the doing. Should the 
importance of the doing be great enough, that which follows will be fit, no matter its nature." 
And then I shrugged, adding, "I know of no other way it might be said." 
Resta fought to make sense of my words, and the crease of her brow remained even after 
she had gone to sit with others of the females. All spoke quietly among themselves, some 
argued just as quietly, and Tarla seemed deeply immersed in thought. She brought to me a 
heavy cloth with which to take some of the moisture from my hair, then aided me in combing 
the tangles from it, yet in all that time, no word was spoken between us. At last we availed 
ourselves of body clothes and were about to leave, when Tarla seemed to return to herself 
from a long distance off. 
"Nearly have I forgotten the skin lotion," said she in annoyance, walking not to the door of the 
dwelling, but to a wall which contained shelves. Upon one shelf stood many small pots, and 
Tarla chose one from among them. "Here, Jalav," said she, turning to hold the pot out. "Do 
you not believe Ceralt would enjoy this scent?" 
I walked toward her slowly, yet found it unnecessary to traverse the entire distance. The odor 
from the pot she had uncovered reached my nostrils easily, and I knew I wished none of it. 
Undoubtedly my expression spoke more clearly than words, for Tarla laughed and shook her 
head. 
"Do not wrinkle your nose so," she chided in amusement. "To see you, one would think this 
were the essence of long-dead falth. Come and let me spread it upon you, so Ceralt will be 
pleased. " 
"Such a scent would carry throughout an entire forest!" I protested, unwilling to approach her. 
"Game would flee instantly and enemies would happily surround it! No one who has ever 
hunted could wear such a scent, and even Ceralt would know this. He could not intend for me 
to be done so!" 
Pity entered the large eyes of Tarla, and she approached to touch my arm. "Jalav, Ceralt 
shall not allow you to hunt," said she, her voice very soft. "He wishes a woman with sweet 
scents upon her skin, not a hunter who is concerned with game. Let me put the lotion upon 
you, so his wrath may be avoided." 
I looked silently upon Tarla, then looked away, for Ceralt's words had again returned to me. 
No bow, nor spear, nor sword, nor dagger shall Jalav again touch, he had said. I would not 
again hunt the forests, and Tarla spoke truly. Ceralt wished me made a slave-woman for his 
pleasure, not a warrior for a hunt. This I had not completely understood, and I slowly sat 
myself upon the flooring, feeling the emptiness my life had become. The dim, warm room 
surrounded me, yet I saw it not. I saw instead the many greens and browns of a forest, at 
times erupting in the splendor of flowers, the golden light falling lazily through thick leafy 
branches, the flash or stir of children of the wild, the pure, clean air, the blessed ground 
beneath one's feet. Never again might I partake of this, and I grieved for my loss in silence, 
barely noticing Tarla's hands upon me. The thick, heady scent given my skin made my 
insides turn, and I knew not how one was expected to breathe when enfolded in its mists. 
Some of the other females, Resta among them, came forth from their platforms to sit beside 
me upon the flooring, and all eagerly assured me that the odor was most appealing and that 
Ceralt would certainly be pleased. I knew not why they should speak to me so, yet I gave 
them courteous response, as befitted one who had once been a war leader. I knew not what 
words I spoke, yet I gave them courtesy for their courtesy to me. 
When Tarla at last returned the pot to the shelf, we left the inner room for the outer. What had 
begun as extreme heat was now a good deal cooler, and I hurriedly donned my garments to 
keep the chill from me. My hair remained damp, yet its dampness did not penetrate the 
leather of my full body garment even though it hung between that and the fur outer garment. 
When Tarla and I were completely clad, we left the dwelling and returned toward Ceralt's 
dwelling. I saw little of the waning fey, for my eyes found the hardened ground beneath my 


feet, and took great interest in the steps I took. In such a manner was I able to refrain from 
thinking upon the sharp cold which slapped at my face and hands, and also of what I might 
eventually become at the hands of Ceralt. 
Upon reaching Ceralt's dwelling, I was prepared to enter the door, yet Tarla's hand reached 
before me to take a small, white square which was held in place by the door. The square 
contained black strokes, much like that which Ceralt had once called "writing," and Tarla 
looked upon it as though the strokes had meaning for her, then her eyes found mine. 
"Ceralt wishes you to await him within," said she, a small frown at her brow. "I am not to 
remain with you, though I know not why this is. You are also to prepare the meat which is left 
for you upon the table by the window, for Ceralt shall wish to eat when he returns. Had I been 
allowed within, I would have assisted you with the meat, yet I am not allowed within." She 
shook her head, the frown deepening, then dismissed the matter with a sigh. "Ah well, 
perhaps I shall be allowed to visit with you upon the new fey. I shall certainly attempt it. Do 
not despair, Jalav. All shall prove to be for the best." 
Her hand had come to my shoulder in support of the look of sympathy upon her face, yet I 
found myself unable to share her beliefs. That all would prove for the best seemed highly 
doubtful, for Mida had turned her back upon her warrior. I found something of a smile of 
encouragement to give the child, then entered the dwelling alone, closing the sight of the 
lifeless land without as I closed the door. 
A large cut of meat indeed awaited me upon the platform by the window, and once I had rid 
myself of body and leg furs, I unwrapped it from its sacking and carried it to the fire. Cut wood 
lay neatly piled to the right of the stone hearth, and it took no more than a few lengths to see 
the fire grow stronger and brighter. When once the blaze had settled itself, I placed the meat 
upon the metal spit and suspended it above the fire, high enough to need no more than 
occasional turning. With this done, I sat upon the wooden floor with my back to the fire, 
seeking to dry the dampness from my hair with the warmth of the blaze. I disliked having 
damp hair in that lifeless land, for dampness seemed to draw the very chill of the air, the gray 
of the skies, the hardness of the ground. It was a thing one did well to avoid, if one were able. 
I stretched out upon my side upon the wood of the floor, seeing the emptiness of the dwelling 
before me. The dwelling was not as mine had been, unadorned and untenanted save for the 
prisoner it held, yet it was empty of all life save mine, which was not the life which was meant 
to fill it. The dwelling was Ceralt's, its walls and floors bedecked according to his preferences, 
and I merely another adornment, to await his return with the rest, unable to bring true life to 
the dwelling by my presence alone. It is thought by Midanna that a dwelling takes on a good 
deal of the likeness of the person inhabiting it, which would account for the uneasiness one 
feels when entering the dwelling of another. It is much like attempting to enter the body of 
another, a body which was not meant to be yours. Ceralt's dwelling discounted me as a 
stranger, allowing me entrance only by cause of the fact that Ceralt wished it so. It did not 
welcome me as my Hosta home tent had ever done, and I rested my cheek upon the leather 
which covered my arm, seeking to bring to mind memory of my home tent. I sought for the 
memories a long time, yet found my home tent too far behind me to be easily brought forth. 
Full dark had descended before Ceralt's return, and he did not return alone. I had just swung 
the spitted meat away from the fire, deeming it overdone enough to suit even the taste of a 
city male, when the door opened to admit Ceralt and Lialt. The two males entered quickly, a 
blast of icy wind showing cause for their haste, and just as quickly removed their fur body 
coverings, hanging them upon the wall before coming toward the fire. I stood with a metal 
prong in my hand, having just used it to move the spit, and felt the despair welling within me 
at my body's greeting to Ceralt's presence. Truly had I become enslaved to him, to the dark-
haired, light-eyed broadness of him, and I turned away so that he might not see the hunger 
for him in my eyes. 
"It seems we have returned precisely on time, Lialt," said he as he reached the tire. "The 
terlim is done and awaiting our teeth, therefore let us make haste to partake of it." 
"It seems a trifle rare," judged Lialt, halting beside Ceralt to examine the meat, "yet I find 
myself hungry enough to eat an entire terlim, well done or entirely raw. At that, it is more than 
I had expected. Have you resorted to sorcery, brother, to elicit such obedience from her?" 
"Not at all, brother," Ceralt laughed, turning from the meat to gaze upon me. "Jalav is no more 
than a wench, and I am the man who was meant to tame her. She will obey me now without 
question, for she is beginning to learn her vulnerability before men. Is this not so, Jalav?" 
The heavy enjoyment in his tone and words caused me to close my eyes, yet I knew that my 
hand was white about the prong of metal I held. That he would give me such shame before 
another should not have been unexpected, yet even so, I found that I could not reply to him. 
"She does not deny it," Lialt observed in amusement, "yet I would sooner deal with the terlim 


and save discussion for later. Are we to be served, brother?" 
"Indeed," said Ceralt, and his hand came to my face. When I opened my eyes to regard him, 
he took two squares of wood from above the hearth. "Place the meat upon the platters, 
Jalav," he directed, handing the wooden squares to me, "and bring the entire thing to me with 
two forks as well. I shall then direct you further." 
He and Lialt then moved away from the fire, giving me free access to the spitted meat. I used 
the prong of metal I held to force the meat from the spit onto the top square of wood, all the 
while refusing to feel the tingling which his hand upon my face had caused. Again I recalled 
the many times males had served me in the Hosta home tents, and a seething anger began 
that Ceralt would demand the same service of me. My now-dry hair blew about my arms from 
the sharpness of my movements, yet I nevertheless found myself beside Ceralt, the meat and 
wooden squares and metal prongs all fetched as he had ordered. He and Lialt had taken seat 
opposite one another upon lenga pelts, no more than a pace apart, and they shared a skin of 
near-renth between them. They sat near to the fire and had not lit any of the flames within 
boxes upon the walls, and Ceralt looked up at me as I offered the meat and such. 
"There are vegetables in storage within the dwelling," said he, taking all from my hands to set 
it before him. "When next you prepare my provender, prepare vegetables as well, for I dislike 
eating meat alone. In a moment, you may bring Lialt his portion. " 
No reply seemed called for, therefore I merely stood and awaited the cutting of the meat. 
Ceralt divided the meat in twain with his dagger, then moved the smaller portion to the 
second wooden square and returned it to me, along with a metal prong. I took two short steps 
to my right where Lialt leaned at ease upon his pelt, and placed his provender before him. 
Despite his comments upon great hunger, he made no move to touch the offering, instead 
keeping his eyes directly upon me. I disliked the amusement in the look and began to return 
to the fire behind me, yet his words caused my step to slow and my annoyance to grow 
higher. 
"How do her wounds fare, Ceralt?" said he, little true concern in the sound of him. "I have not 
had the opportunity to examine them in some time." 
"She is well scarred," replied Ceralt about a mouthful of meat, "though the scars appear to be 
healing properly. Would you care to inspect them yourself?" 
I whirled about in anger, thinking Ceralt truly made sport of me, yet his eyes were upon his 
provender, his body bent over his crossed legs as he cut at the meat. Lialt, however, 
continued to regard me as he had earlier, and a grin took him at sight of my anger. 
"I think it my duty to inspect them," said he with a chuckle, his hands clasped easily upon the 
pelt. "I should not like to see complications arise due to negligence." 
"Very well," agreed Ceralt with a brief glance for me. "Jalav, remove your garment and stand 
before Lialt so that he may examine you." 
Lialt lay in his place wrapped in true amusement, but it was a long moment before I was able 
to move my hands to the copper belt at my waist. Though Mida had abandoned me, though 
Ceralt had possession of my life, still was I unable to forget that once I had been a war 
leader, and such humiliation was difficult to bear. With short, sharp movements, I divested 
myself of belt and garment, dropping them to the floor where I stood, all the while beneath the 
eye of Lialt, When at last I stood before him, stiffly and with fists clenched, his amusement 
waned somewhat as he leaned closer to put a hand upon my calf. 
"Surely the Serene Oneness guarded her," he muttered, his thumb moving upon the spear 
track. "That she lived is astonishing enough, but that she remains uncrippled is a true 
wonder. I would not have considered it possible upon first sight of her. Kneel down here, 
Jalav, so that I might see the rest of you." 
I stood as I was, unmoving save for the breath of anger within me. That I had lived was no 
blessing, and any save a foolish male would see the truth in the matter. Lialt looked up in 
annoyance from my calf, yet I would have stood there to this very fey had Ceralt not said 
sharply, "Obey him!" If only the male had not possessed my sworn word; if only the Silla had 
been as thorough as Hosta would have been in their place! I knelt before Lialt, feeling the 
shame burn deep upon my face, and the male reached forth to run his hand over me. 
"The other wounds seem equally well healed," said he, his eyes partially lidded. "I had not 
noticed sooner, but her skin is much softer than it was. And what is that delightful scent she 
has been covered with?" 
"Women things," said Ceralt, a chuckle in his voice. "I had Tarla take her to the bathing halyar 
earlier. The choice in lotion was a good one, for I felt its power as soon as I entered. I must 
remember to thank Tarla, and praise her wisdom." 
"The wench is clever," agreed Lialt with a grin. "Jalav has been much improved. Rise again to 
your feet, Jalav, and turn about so that I may see all of you. If I recall correctly, you are the 


one who sees no harm in looking upon another with pleasure. Stand again and give me 
pleasure." 
The laughter was muchly with him, and the presence of it caused my teeth to clench. "One 
fey there shall be a reckoning between us, Lialt." I choked, fury softening my voice to no more 
than a whisper. "Upon that fey, all pleasure will be recalled, and I shall surely find pleasure of 
my own." 
An angry gleam came to the male's eyes as I stood, yet I cared naught for his anger. My hand 
ached for the touch of a sword hilt, and the kill-lust screamed within me to be loosed upon all 
within reach. In all my kalod as a warrior, never had I found the need to deny the kill-lust 
when it rose, and I cared little for the present need to deny it. Lialt looked up at me where I 
stood, my arms folded beneath my life sign, my head held high, and he leaned from his arm 
to sit straighter. 
"Apparently the wench has not learned as much as she should have," Lialt rasped, the anger 
yet with him. "As you are to obey me, woman, you may now turn slowly in my view. And 
remove your arms from before you! Such is not the stance of a village woman!" 
Truly, my stance was not that of the females of the village, and it pleased me that Lialt found 
it offensive. Should he ever become sthuvad to Midanna warriors, he would find it more 
offensive yet. Slowly, I unfolded my arms and began to turn, yet Lialt was not done with his 
bidding. 
"Raise your hair away from your body," he directed, at last drawing his dagger to cut the 
terlim. "I would see all sides of the wench before me." 
Angrily, I reached behind and held my hair up with both hands, finding it difficult to keep the 
mass of it away from my body. Lialt, however, grunted in approval, then waved his dagger 
indicating that I was to turn farther. As I did so, my eyes fell upon Ceralt where he sat, a large 
portion of his meat already gone. His light eyes moved slowly about me, appraising that 
which he saw, enjoying my humiliation before another male. The hatred touched me again 
even as I longed to throw myself to my knees before him, and I turned more rapidly to take 
him from my sight. 
"Excellent," Lialt pronounced as I faced him once more, his eyes amove upon me as he 
chewed his provender. "She is truly a tempting and well-made wench, Ceralt, and should 
provide you with much use. No, Jalav, do not lower your hair. I find the sight of you more 
pleasing as you are." 
I raised my arms again to the position they had been in, and stood so for a number of reckid 
with Lialt's eyes upon me, the amusement having returned to him in great measure. I disliked 
such inspection by a male, disliked having to stand so before him, yet I had not been given 
leave to move. The shame of it! That a Hosta warrior was required to stand so, as though she 
were a city slave-woman-! Fury burned so within me that I trembled, and I could not take my 
eyes from the sword which hung upon Ceralt's wall. 
"You are mistaken, Lialt," Ceralt said of a sudden, as though there had been no lapse in 
conversation. "Her appearance is not excellent, it is barely adequate. Such thinness is not 
acceptable to me, and I will not allow it to continue. Jalav, come here." 
I released my hair and reluctantly turned to him, seeing that a good portion of the meat had 
been left upon his square. I had hoped to find it unnecessary to partake of the meat, yet 
Ceralt continued to keep escape from me. He gestured to the lenga pelt beside him, 
indicating that I was to kneel there, and I went and did so, silently cursing his preferences. 
Lialt preferred slender females, much like Tarla, yet Ceralt knew that my slimness was from 
lack of sustenance rather than from Mida's will. Had it been Lialt in possession of me, my 
escape would have been much the easier. I pushed my hair back so that I might not kneel 
upon it, and watched as Ceralt cut a piece of the terlim with his dagger, finally allowing myself 
to become aware of the hunger which gripped me. Despite the falum which had been given 
me earlier, my insides curled with the need for meat, a need I would have much preferred 
ignoring. Ceralt cut the terlim smaller, and smaller again, and at last raised a piece toward me 
in his fingers, yet when I attempted to take it from him, he would not allow it. 
"No, Jalav," said he, holding the piece away. "You kneel beside me as a proper wench, yet 
you have still not learned to obey properly. To continue with your lessons, you shall now eat 
from my hand." 
I drew my hand back and stared at him, recalling the time I had refused to feed from his hand, 
knowing that he, too, recalled the time. Sooner would I starve than feed from the hand of a 
male, and this Ceralt knew, else he would not have smiled as he did. I could not refuse his 
bidding, would not be allowed to refuse his bidding, and the hatred rose up so high that it 
touched all sides of the humiliation he forced upon me. This was the reaping of my body's 
needs, to be constantly shamed at the hands of a male. Vile were the curses I heaped upon 


myself as his hand rose toward my lips, yet I was not able to refuse the terlim he placed in my 
mouth. The taste of him was also somehow upon the meat, yet I chewed without thought of 
what I did, for the shame was too great to consider. Slowly I chewed, tasting only bitterness, 
and Lialt's amusement added much to my misery. 
Ceralt saw that I fed upon each of the pieces he cut, no matter that the amount was greater 
than my hunger. He began by placing the meat within my mouth, yet soon he tired of raising 
his arm so high and bid me bend to where he held the bite. Shame upon shame and misery 
upon misery, I bent to his hand so that he might place the meat between my teeth, and soon 
it was necessary to put my hands upon his thigh so that I might reach his hand. I touched no 
more than his leather leg covering, yet his flesh burned my palms even through the leather, 
and the inadvertent touch of his arm to my breasts turned them hard and pointed as though 
the chill without had me in its grip. Again the moisture flowed from me, recalling to my body 
how it had been denied, and I choked upon the meat thrust into my mouth, consumed by a 
different hunger of the flesh. Ceralt kept his eyes upon me all the while, knowing the agony of 
the need he put upon me, grinning at the sight of my arousal as he fed me. His finger 
deliberately moved to touch the point of my breast, and I gagged upon the meat I chewed, 
attempting to swallow it and a groan as well. Lialt laughed as Ceralt chuckled, and my face 
burned red at their amusement, yet I could not halt the heat of my body, a heat which was 
Ceralt's alone. 
At last the meat was done, and the males shared the skin of near-renth to wash down the 
taste of their own meals. I knelt in the dimness beside Ceralt, wishing even the fire were not 
lit so that I might not be seen by the males. They had both much enjoyed the sight of me 
bending to be fed by Ceralt, my thighs locked together, my body quivering at the slightest 
touch of the male. I felt afire where I knelt, longing to moan aloud, yet kept this final shame 
from touching me. It was shame enough that I could not withstand the feel of Ceralt's hands 
upon me; to show my enslavement to him without being touched would be far worse. 
"What word have you had from Hannil, Ceralt?" asked Lialt, taking the skin which was passed 
to him. "Will he join us on the journey, or must we continue without his support?" 
"He will join us," replied Ceralt, reaching to where I knelt to stroke my arm. I shivered at the 
caress and longed to move away, yet his arm came about me and drew me face down upon 
his lap. He threw my hair from me and stroked my back next, and I closed my eyes and clung 
to the leg of him, lost in the touch of the male who had captured my soul. As his hand moved 
over the roundness of my bottom, I could no longer hold the moan within, and Ceralt and Lialt 
laughed at my torture and helplessness. 
"She is a true varaina," Ceralt murmured, both hands upon my thighs as his thumbs worked 
deeply within me. "See how she writhes to the mere touch of a hand, Lialt. See how she 
whimpers and quivers. Can there be any question as to what she is?" 
"She is female," Lialt replied, a shrug clear in his tone. "When a female is made to feel her 
heat, she is helpless to the touch of a man. Any female may be done so, should she fall to a 
man who will use her as she should be used. I have seen many a man come begging a 
woman's favor, who, when rejected, declared the woman cold. Yet this same cold woman will 
writhe at another man's feet, begging to be used, for this second man had not himself come 
begging, but demanding. Women seek for strength in a man, and bow to him eagerly when 
such strength is shown. This one requires more strength than others, yet she, too, is no more 
than a woman." 
"A woman with the needs of a lanthay mare," Ceralt chuckled, pleased that he had reduced 
me to sobbing. I clung tightly to the leg of him, my eyes well shut, my hands aclutch upon his 
leather leg covering. So deeply did he touch me that I felt I must cry out, and when I did so, 
his laughter joined that of Lialt. No longer was I warrior before them, no longer was I able to 
defy them, yet so deep was my need that I cared not. I wished no more than use from Ceralt, 
yet I dared not speak of it lest he refuse me and increase my agony. 
"Hannil has sent word that he and ten of his riders will join us," Ceralt continued to the other 
male as I wept quietly. "He and his riders will bring their women, for he deems it unwise that 
there be only one woman among us. I have decided to follow his example and allow our 
riders to bring their wenches as well, for there will be ample time to leave them tented with 
two riders as guards before we enter the area of danger. Once our mission is complete, they 
may be taken up again upon the return journey. " 
"I shall seek among the Snows for an indication of the wisdom of such a course of action," 
Lialt remarked, obviously disapproving. "I do not care for the thought of so many wenches so 
near to our goal, and even had I already drawn Tarla from the circle, she would not 
accompany us." 
"There is little else we may do," Ceralt replied, somewhat disturbed. "Hannil must accompany 


us to give us the support of the villages beneath his sway. The Belsayah and the Neelarhi 
must be one in the crisis, and I may direct the doing of the Belsayah alone. My village chiefs 
all stand prepared to move against the coming strangers, yet we alone are not enough. 
Hannil's Neelarhi must join us, yet they will not join us without the word of Hannil. Hannil has 
agreed to ride upon the journey, yet he desires the presence of his woman. It is not a 
question of allowing it, Lialt. It is only a question of seeing it made as safe as possible." 
"Lack of choice," Lialt growled, moving upon his lenga pelt. "Always there is lack of choice! 
How may we succeed with so little choice of action left to us? Are we merely to be pawns of 
the Snows, doing its bidding? Never before has such a thing happened." 
"Never before have we been faced with such danger," Ceralt replied, his deep concern 
reaching even through my misery. "The Snows have shown the strong possibility of our falling 
before the will of the strangers, and should such occur, our lives as we know them will cease 
to be. We must rejoice that there is choice of any sort, even so slender a choice as that 
before us, else we would be lost before battle was joined. Should we find the ally we seek, 
even those of the cities must stand with us. The catch is worth the hunt, Lialt, no matter the 
dangers we travel through. " 
"And no matter the losses we face?" asked Lialt, so quietly that the words nearly eluded me. I 
knew little other than the presence of Ceralt's hand upon me, and cared naught for the 
sadness within the other male's voice. 
"One cannot grieve for the small loss when the greater is thereby averted," said Ceralt, no 
sadness within his own voice. A dismissal of the unimportant rang therein, and then he 
laughed. "I would have you remember, brother, that we have as yet sustained no losses. 
Should the Serene Oneness guard our cause, perhaps there will be no losses." 
"Aye, perhaps," Lialt sighed, and then there was a silence, broken only by my moans. I had 
attempted to turn toward the male who held me, yet he had not allowed it. His fingers upon 
my flesh had made it plain that I was not to move about other than by his will. Much did I 
yearn to take Ceralt and use him, yet the accursed strength of males made such a thing 
impossible, allowing Ceralt, instead, to impose his will upon me. In misery, I cried out to Mida 
in my heart, bowing to her rejection of me, yet begging for an end to the agony of life. I lay 
with my cheek upon Ceralt's leg furs, tears of weakness in my eyes, arms about the leg I lay 
upon, my body writhing to the touch of the one who owned me, who had made me slave to 
his desire. My need was all consuming, yet he chose to increase it rather than ease it. I no 
longer knew the male to whom I was chained, yet he had grown to know me well. 
"The wench is much taken by her need," came Lialt's voice from where he sat. "Have you no 
intentions of seeing to her, brother?" 
Ceralt's hands left my body to grasp my arms, and I was lifted from his legs as he withdrew 
them, and thrown to my back upon the hard, cold wood of the floor. I thought surely he would 
use me then, yet only his hand came to hold me as I was by the hair. My eyes opened to see 
Ceralt and Lialt to either side of me, Ceralt again sitting cross-legged with no apparent 
movement imminent. I struggled against the restraint of my hair in his grip attempting to reach 
him, yet his head shook slowly back and forth. 
"She shall be seen to when the desire is mine," said he to Lialt, his light eyes resting upon 
me. "Too long have her own desires been catered to, and it has done her little good. She 
must learn she now belongs to men." 
"I feel she learns only of your ways, Ceralt," said Lialt as the hatred coursed through me 
again. So broad and sure was the male Ceralt, and so uncaring of the pain he gave me. A 
growl rose in my throat as I continued to struggle against being held flat upon the floor, and 
the sudden presence of Lialt's hand upon my thigh startled me. 
"She has learned naught of the proper manner before other men," continued Lialt, his light 
eyes, so much like Ceralt's, filled with a strangeness I could not define. I moved to brush his 
hand from my thigh, yet his grip tightened. "You see?" he demanded of Ceralt. "She thinks no 
more of other men than she did when first we found her. In what way do you expect to alter 
this foolishness?" 
"There is but one way to shatter false pride," replied Ceralt, his gaze and tone having 
hardened. "As you are guest within my halyar, Lialt, I offer you the use of my woman." 
Lialt's broad face took on a look of satisfaction, yet I could not credit what I had heard. That 
Ceralt had once shared me with Telion was well remembered by me, yet Telion, though male, 
was a warrior, and even Telion's use had been denied by Ceralt after a time. To be offered to 
one such as Lialt was a great insult, as though I were no more than a sthuvad among 
warriors. Lialt would have been accepted by many Midanna warriors, yet I, having known him, 
wished no part of him. Ceralt's hand left my hair, and with anger I sought to free myself from 
Lialt's fingers, yet Lialt's other hand gripped my arm, and I was drawn to the furs he sat upon. 


"It is ever a pleasure to have a desirable wench in one's arms," murmured Lialt, my struggles 
meaningless against his strength. "You seemed much in the grip of a great need, Jalav. Have 
you no desire for me?" 
I had desire for none save Ceralt, and would have pronounced the matter so had Lialt not 
touched me just then. My body, so long denied, leaped to his touch, and I cried out in misery 
as I was held to his broad, leather-covered chest. Again and again did Lialt cause me to cry 
out, and my shame was so great that I knew naught of his having thrown his breech aside till 
my legs were thrust apart and he entered me. The sudden presence of his manhood forced a 
scream from my throat, a scream of denial that I might be used so by one who was not 
Ceralt. Even as my body delighted in his presence, even as it gave him slave-due, I fought 
the humiliation of his grinning, jarring use, yet to no avail. He thrust again and again deeply 
within me, his hands on my arms so that I might not move from him, and slowly, surely, my 
struggles became less till I could no longer deny what he gave me. Again I cried out, this time 
with a sob, and I sought to seize him and draw him closer, yet he would have none of it. My 
use had been given to him, not his use to me, and much did I writhe beneath him, helpless in 
his arms, helpless before his might, helpless in the demands of his manhood. Much pleasure 
did he take from my body in the time of his use, and when he found release from his own 
needs, he held me to him so that I might shiver with the delight of it against his chest. He had 
not withdrawn from me, and I savored his presence as one would savor the presence of dry 
ground after nearly drowning. His leather carried much of the smell of him, and I breathed 
deeply of the leather to sustain the pleasure he had given me. 
"Never have I had a wench so eager to serve," he murmured with a chuckle, his lips to my 
forehead. "Had I had any doubts as to your womanhood, I have them no longer." 
My cheek to his leather, I closed my eyes in shame, yet what he had said could not be 
denied. I had not wished to serve him, had not wished to give him pleasure, and yet he had 
caused me to do both. The male whom I had scorned had put me beneath him and had 
caused me to writhe as he desired, leaving me naught of dignity to which I might cling. His 
manhood stirred within me, chasing all thoughts of the fur beneath my bare back, the leather 
against my breasts, the silvered belt high against my middle. There was suddenly no 
awareness of the male save his presence within me, and to my helpless shame, my hips 
moved against him, acknowledging my desire to be used by him again. I knew not what had 
brought me to such degradation, yet its existence could not be denied. Hopelessness welled 
within me even as my heat began to rise, and I knew not what I might do to free myself from 
the slavery of my needs. 
"You were correct in likening her to a lanthay mane," Lialt laughed to Ceralt, his hand to my 
bottom. "Again she offers eager service to a rider, and the softness of her is most compelling. 
However," and his hand left my bottom to raise my chin till I might look him in the eye, "it is 
considered ill-mannered to fail to return a woman in the same state in which she was given 
you. I feel that your need has now been returned to you, little varaina, therefore I shall also 
return you to Ceralt. Should you please him sufficiently, he will see to you." 
He left me then and rose to retrieve his breech, and I turned quickly in the furs to bury my 
face in them. What had I done which was so terrible in Mida's eyes that she had abandoned 
me in such a place? Bound to one male, given to another, enslaved to the manhood of both, 
finding no relief even in the shame brought upon me, forced to writhe in perpetual need? 
Nearly had I begged Lialt not to leave me without first using me, and he had smiled at the 
anguish upon my face and in my eyes. Ceralt had watched my use with no expression, yet 
his body had been stretched relaxed upon his furs as though he had no more than small 
interest in what was done to me. That males had no honor and no feeling for others, I already 
knew, yet somehow I had come to believe Ceralt different. Now he seemed no more than 
other males and gladly would I have left him, yet I remained bound to him more tightly than 
the ropes of Nolthis had bound me in his chamber. This time there was no escape for Jalav, 
no escape, no hope, no honor and no dignity. I shuddered in the warmth of the furs, and 
sought to still the desire which continued to mount within me. 
Lialt and Ceralt spoke warmly a moment or two, and then Lialt donned his body furs and left 
the dwelling. I heard the door close as a prelude to deep silence, and though my face 
remained well within the lenga fur, I knew Ceralt gazed upon me. Long did he gaze upon me 
in silence, and then, at last, his voice came. 
"See to cleaning and replacing the platters, woman," said he, his tone empty of all save a 
slight weariness. "It is time I sought my furs in sleep, for there is much to be done with the 
new light." 
Aye, I thought as I forced myself from the furs and to my feet, there is much yet which might 
be done to show Jalav her helplessness. It is unfitting to males that a warrior be left to ride 


free and live as she would. Take her and chain her, beat her and use her, bind her and 
shame her, and then speak proudly of how she has been saved from the cruelty of her former 
life. I kept my eyes from Ceralt's as I gathered the wooden squares and carried them to the 
fire, yet I knew that he looked upon me as I moved, perhaps again assessing my form. I felt 
that the spear tracks truly disturbed him, and wished that there had been thrice the number of 
Silla to form the lines. The Silla were falth, and knew naught of the proper manner of doing 
things. 
Once the wooden squares had been cleaned and returned to their place, I turned from the fire 
to find that Ceralt had removed his garments and placed a number of lenga pelts together, 
one lying at an angle atop the others as though to be used as a cover. Ceralt took a final 
swallow from the skin of near-renth, closed it again against spillage, then glanced toward me 
as he hung the skin upon a wall. 
"Pull the door string within so that we may sleep undisturbed," he directed, and then gestured 
toward the pelts. "The arrangement of my sleeping place is part of your duties, and in future 
you are to see to it. I wish it done just as you see it, and you may also remove it come the 
new light. Perhaps, once the danger is past, my people may be introduced to the concept of 
beds. In my time in the cities, I grew to enjoy their use and presence." 
He went toward the lenga furs then, and I went toward the door to draw the leather string 
from its hole. My mind had at last ceased searching bitterly for Mida's reasons for what had 
been done to me, for there was no way I might find those reasons. What was done was done, 
and likely would not again be undone. I returned from the door, my eyes searching for a lenga 
pelt upon which I might pass the darkness, and Ceralt rose up on one elbow from his furs to 
consider me. 
"For what do you seek?" he asked, his eyes somewhat puzzled. "There is naught left to be 
done before you may join me here." 
I ceased my search with a good deal of disappointment, and slowly went to join him in his 
furs. Truly. I should have known better than to think I would be allowed surcease from the 
near presence of him, yet he had spoken of his furs and his sleeping place. I had not yet truly 
learned that ail possessions of males are spoken of so, and that I, too, was a possession. It 
was his things which I would use, and only by his will. One possession had no say 
concerning the others. 
Ceralt drew me down to the furs beside him, covering me as he had already covered himself, 
and I felt the warmth of his flesh against the chill which mine had been given as I had moved 
about away from the fire. His arms encircled me as he held me to him, and my body flowed 
against the hardness of his. A warrior's body was not so muscular and hard, and fleetingly I 
thought that I would not care to have such a body. Mine had always pleased me more, and 
had it not been the cause of my downfall, I would have preferred it above all others. 
"You served my brother well, little varaina," Ceralt murmured, his hands moving in my hair as 
a male does when he wishes pleasure from it. "You had no desire to serve him, yet he taught 
you that you must serve despite your desires. Do you wish to insist that you will not again 
serve him so, should he seek it?" 
I spoke no words for I knew the futility of them, and Ceralt chuckled. "Perhaps you at last 
begin to know your place among men," he said, sounding well pleased. "You are no more 
than a wench beneath them, no more than an object of desire. Jalav the warrior is no more, 
and only Jalav the woman remains." 
He then held me closer and brought his lips to mine, and my body was his without thought. 
Much did he use me that darkness, nearly as much as the previous darkness, and the fire 
was long dead when at last his breathing grew even in sleep. Cloaked in darkness, covered 
with the smell of the use of males, I lay in his arms against his chest, hearing his words ring 
over and over in my mind. Jalav the warrior is no more. Jalav the warrior is no more. My need 
had been seen to by the male who possessed me, yet a deep ache remained to throb and 
stab and tear at the insides of me. How I wished that the words of the male were true and 
Jalav the warrior indeed was no more. I wished it so fervently that tears ran down my cheeks 
in streams, yet I felt no shame at such weakness. In the loneliness and darkness my life had 
become, there were none to see another small shame, none to care that no dignity remained 
to be damaged. All that I had known was no more, yet I, myself, would remain. My tears ran 
heavily to the chest of the male who held me, and sobs shook my body beyond controlling, 
yet he whom I once had known slept on, at peace with himself and the glory of his doings. 

CH 10. A slave to males-and another escape lost 
When Ceralt awoke with the new light, a warm fire blazed in the hearth, and falum bubbled in 
the pot upon the metal rod above it. Little sleep had come to me through the darkness, so 


with the first faint touches of red to the skies, I had arisen and seen to the fire. Once the falum 
had been set to cook, I had crouched beside the fire and sought to warm myself, yet the chill 
refused to be chased from my bones. It clung steadily with icy fingertips, and even wrapping 
my arms about myself had not helped. I shivered in the faint glow cast by the fire in the corner 
of the hearth, letting my mind follow the grain of the wood floor I crouched upon. Though I 
wore not even so much as my clan covering, it seemed that a great weight fell all about me, 
holding me in place and making breathing difficult. I knew not what ailed me and cared not, 
and the grain of the floor whirled my gaze about and held it. 
I heard Ceralt stir in his furs and yawn, yet there was no need to look toward him. He would 
see me easily where I crouched, and should there be a thing he wished, he had only to speak 
of it. The slave he had taken would obey his wishes, completely and without refusal. There 
was little else his slave might do. 
"Have you built a fire already, varaina?" his voice asked, heavy with sleep. "And can that be 
falum I smell, ready to warm my insides and chase the drowsiness from my eyes? 
Indeed you are quickly becoming a woman among women, giving me pleasure in my circle 
choice. Bring your lips to me now, so that I may taste their sweetness before I partake of the 
falum. " 
Ceralt had spoken, and his slave had no recourse save to obey. Slowly and with effort I rose 
from my crouch, dropping my hands from my arms, and returned to where he lay in the furs. 
Upon his back, he looked up toward me and raised his arms, a smile touching him as he 
awaited obedience. I knelt upon the edge of the furs and he drew me to him, raising my face 
with one hand so that my lips might be his. As strongly as ever, my lips were taken, and his 
body, warmed in the furs, felt as though a fire burned beneath his skin. I shivered again from 
the great contrast between his flesh and mine, and he drew his lips away to frown at me. 
"You feel as though you were made of ice," he said, his arms bringing me farther within the 
covering pelt. "Why did you not don your garment when you arose? Do you seek to fall ill 
from the cold you have not as yet become used to? Must everything be told you before you 
will behave properly?" 
Again he seemed angered with me, yet I felt no urge to defend my actions. I had been 
ordered from the covering, and had not been given leave to replace it. A warrior might have 
overlooked such a thing; a slave did not. I lay quietly in his arms, not meeting his gaze, and 
his hold about me tightened. 
"Ah, Jalav," he sighed, putting his hand to my face so that he might stroke it. "It is indeed 
fortunate that you have fallen to me, for you have not the sense to see for yourself. After we 
have warmed the ice from you, you will dress before serving the falum. I will not have you so 
chilled again." 
We lay unspeaking for a number of reckid, the stiffness slowly leaving me, and then Ceralt's 
hand moved from my face to my body. I attempted to hold to the thought that he had made a 
slave of me, sought to keep my body as uncaring as my mind, yet the blood of a warrior is not 
to be denied. In no more than a short while, I again moaned to his caresses and writhed in 
ecstasy beneath him, taking no more than what he gave, begging for the stroke that went 
deep within me. Ceralt found himself amused at my writhing, and rested his hands upon my 
hair in such a manner that my body arched up before him, open and at his mercy. He slowed 
his thrusts and bent to touch his tongue to my breasts, and my screams rang out loud enough 
to break the clouds from the skies. When he deemed himself at last done with me, a full two 
hands of reckid passed before I was able to rise from the furs. 
The falum had cooked itself to too great a heat to be eaten at once, therefore Ceralt, too, was 
able to dress before taking sustenance. He sat upon a single pelt, having knelt me before 
him, and fed upon his own falum before turning to mine. As upon the fey previous, I was fed 
the entire potful by him, and the grin he showed as the falum was gulped and swallowed by 
me taught that shame still had the ability to touch me. The humiliation of a Hosta warrior 
being fed by a male was great indeed, and Ceralt's amusement over my discomfort 
sharpened it considerably. Although the male ordered me to see to the cleaning of the 
dwelling before donning his body fur, I was not displeased to see him go. 
In some manner, the fey was endless. I knew naught of seeing to a dwelling such as that, and 
after having replaced the falum pots and lenga furs, knew not what might next be done. The 
weapons upon the wall might have been oiled and polished, yet I had been forbidden the 
touching of them. I walked from one end of the dwelling to the other, from side to side and 
window to window, yet found naught which might fill the time or raise my spirits. Deeper and 
deeper I fell beneath a heavy cloud of hopelessness, as heavy as the clouds which covered 
Mida's skies beyond the windows. The fey was dark and unappealing the trees unmoving in 
the windlessness, the cold a waiting, stalking thing hanging just beyond the warmth of the 


fire. t shivered as I looked out upon the dark, frozen ground and colorless village, and 
became unusually aware of the bareness of my feet. The wood beneath them held the cold 
without, yet sure knowledge of the cold seeped between the boards in an attempt to enter. I 
hurried from the window to crouch by the fire, and freed my mind to wander where it willed. 
The return of Ceralt startled me, yet I should not have been surprised. He bore a cut of meat 
for the mid-fey meal, and voiced his displeasure over my having disobeyed him. No cleaning 
had been done within the dwelling, he insisted, and his anger grew higher the more he looked 
about. I remained in my crouch in the corner of the hearth, understanding naught of what he 
said, and my silence and position seemed to turn his anger to fury. With a long, rapid stride, 
he fetched a length of leather, and I was coldly informed that he had not forgotten my 
disobedience of the fey previous. That, together with my current disobedience and the fact 
that 1 crouched rather than knelt, convinced him that my punishment had too long been 
neglected. The strokes of the leather were painful and humiliating, and once the punishment 
was done, I was ordered to see to the meat. I replaced my covering as Ceralt strode from the 
dwelling, and then saw to the cooking of the meat. I well knew that Ceralt's light eyes had 
blazed hot with his anger, yet at no time had I attempted to meet his gaze. I returned to my 
corner once the meat had been set above the fire, and knelt there with head down and arms 
folded about myself. There was a longing within me for the Ceralt I had once known, a wish 
that 1 might have bid him a final farewell before being taken by the male with his features and 
name, yet such a thing was no longer possible. I now dwelt among cold possessions in a 
dark, strange room, and the male I had known was no more. The pain this other male gave 
throbbed upon my body, and I bent further toward my knees with the knowledge of my loss. 
No Ceralt, no warriorhood, no honor, no dignity, no freedom, yet I remained enchained 
through having given my word. With all else lost, was there aught to keep me from being 
forsworn? I no longer had the honor I strove to preserve, therefore what was to keep me from 
fleeing to the eternal darkness? Mida cared not, Ceralt cared not, and even I had ceased to 
care. Why, then, this great reluctance to break a word which had in truth been stolen from 
me? I had only to walk from the dwelling and take to the woods, and soon the cold and 
children of the wild would end my pain and humiliation forever. The thought was endlessly 
tempting, yet in Mida's name, I could not cause myself to rise from where I knelt. All that I had 
lost had been taken from me, and I found that I could not, of myself, give over the small 
vestige of honor remaining to me. My head bowed farther and touched my knees, and I 
moaned with the pain I caused myself, yet I could not, of my own doing, be forsworn. 
When Ceralt returned, his provender awaited him upon a wooden square, set beside the fire 
to keep the warmth from fleeing. I knelt again at the corner of the hearth, my eyes upon the 
flooring, lacking the interest even to look up. I heard him pause before the hearth where the 
square rested, and then his steps came again till his fur leg coverings were before me upon 
the flooring I studied. I made no sound nor movement, and he crouched before me to take my 
face in his hands. 
"You have no knowledge of the cleaning of a halyar, have you?" he asked, a strange softness 
to his tone as his eyes searched my face. "I should have known this without Lialt's having 
thought of it, yet it had not occurred to me. ???I thought you merely disobedient." 
There was no call to reply, therefore I remained silent and unmoving in his hands. His eyes 
continued to search my face, and a kind of pain had entered the light gaze. At last, he shook 
his head. 
"Very well," he sighed, removing his hands. "We shall speak no more about it. After we have 
eaten, Tarla will show you what needs to be done." 
He rose and went to his provender, taking a metal prong with the board, then seated himself 
upon a lenga pelt to feed. I thought I felt his eyes upon me where I knelt, yet his interest or 
lack thereof mattered not till he bade me come and kneel before him. Bits of his provender 
were pushed to the edge of the board, and I was directed to take them and feed upon them. I 
took them reluctantly and fed as was required, yet even the fact that the bits were more 
undone than the balance of the meat gave no taste to the feeding. I had no wish to feed and 
no hunger to quiet, and the meat was like stones being forced upon me. 
With the meat consumed, Ceralt again went about his business, leaving me naught to do 
save clean and replace the square and prong, and then return to my place by the hearth. I 
knelt there perhaps a hin before the appearance of Tarla, who entered quickly yet shyly, then 
paused to remove her body and leg furs before approaching me. Her words began warm then 
grew concerned, her eyes grew large and troubled, yet even when she knelt before me and 
pleaded for a response of some sort, I found I had no further store of reassurance to tap for 
her. Though she wept and held me about, asking after what disturbed me, I could not find the 
words to ease her pain. My own pain was too great to put aside, too deep to overlook, and 


the child Tarla would have to deal with her fears and lack of understanding herself. She wept 
a short while, greatly disturbed, then dried her eyes and began to explain the why of her 
being there. I was to learn that which she had to teach me, and so I did, yet it served only to 
fill the time of the fey. The doing was useless and demeaning, fit only for the hands of a 
slave, a far cry from the duties of a war leader. I followed her about with cloth and a thing 
termed broom, and thought no more about the past than of the present. 
Tarla stayed no more than a pair of hind, and when she had gone, I began the last meal of 
the fey. Further meat had been brought by Ceralt the last time he had come, a thing I had not 
known till I had seen it upon the hearth, and Tarla had lifted a number of boards in the floor to 
show me the whereabouts of the vegetables Ceralt had mentioned the fey previous. Though 
the need was painful, I asked Tarla the favor of cutting the meat into smaller pieces for me, a 
request I instantly regretted. The small female sank to her knees and wept so heartbreakingly 
that it took many reckid before I was able to quiet her grief. I had not understood what 
touched her so, yet between her sobs I was given to understand that she knew of the manner 
in which Ceralt held me, and knew, too, of the restrictions imposed upon me. That I might be 
bound so tortured and outraged her, and she tearfully demanded to know why I did not refuse 
his bidding no matter the consequences. That I had withstood the blows of a heavy lash no 
less than three times was firm in her memory, yet she could not reconcile the memory with 
the fact that I seemed to fear a mere hiding. I knew of no way to explain how one's sworn 
word binds one more tightly than the heaviest of chain, yet the need to explain was taken 
from me. Tarla saw the slight trembling of my hands at my own memory of the lash, and 
immediately asked my forgiveness thinking, no doubt, that it was Ceralt whom I feared. I saw 
no reason to deny her thoughts, gave her thanks when the meat was cut, and then saw her 
upon her way. 
Water, vegetables and meat all went upon the fire, accented by the presence of an herb 
called vemis. The vemis I had found among the dried grass which the vegetables lay upon, 
and I knew not whether city folk were familiar with it. A pale yellow was the vemis, so pale 
that it sometimes seemed white, and one usually found it growing wild deep in the forests. 
Vemis had a sharp, unpleasant taste of its own, yet when combined with other edibles, it 
enhanced the flavor of all. I had no wish to partake of the stew I prepared, yet knew that 
Ceralt would have me swallow the stuff whether I wished it or not. Perhaps the vemis would 
do enough to make the provender palatable, yet somehow I doubted it. I had as little interest 
in feeding as I had in that which Tarla had taught me. 
The darkness lay over all parts of the sky when the door opened again to admit others. I 
stood by a window despite the chill and gazed out upon the vista of dark trees against a 
darkening sky. So often I had seen the darkness fall, each fey of my life it had occurred, yet 
now I felt a kinship to this ending of light, this entering into a new cold and dark. Once, a 
warrior of mine who lay dying had asked after the darkness which slowly descended upon 
her. As the light of the fey lay near to its highest, she had had no understanding of why such 
a darkness should come, yet I had known and I had explained the matter to her. She had 
reached the dusk of her life among the Midanna, and the next new light which shone for her 
would illuminate the glory of Mida's blessed realm. She saw how fitting it was to depart in 
darkness, and happily continued on to the blessed realm with a smile upon her face. I envied 
that warrior now, her place at Mida's side secure, an eternity of pleasure and battle before 
her. I, who had once been Mida's chosen war leader, had now no hope of the glory to be had 
by the lowliest of warriors, and the chill felt through my feet threatened to enter all of me, 
threatened to send me shuddering to my knees, pleading for understanding and pity. I held to 
the wall of the dwelling with one hand, clenching the fist of the other hand till blood ran from 
the palm, demanding silently of my frenzied mind just who I would beg pity from. Who was 
there who would not laugh with scorn to see the former war leader Jalav upon her knees 
begging pity? The sight would be laughable indeed, even had there been one to whom I 
might kneel. No, there was naught Jalav might do, and naught she might say, and no more 
than the will of Ceralt to lie before her. The warrior Jalav was no more, and the woman Jalav 
would never be. 
The sound of more than one set of footfalls meant little to me, for I thought that Lialt again 
accompanied Ceralt, yet my thought proved to be wrong. I raised my head and turned from 
the window, and a bellowing laugh sounded at the surprise which must have shown so clearly 
upon my face. 
"Perhaps you thought never to see me again, eh, wench?" laughed Telion, his hand upon the 
shoulder of a grinning Ceralt. "I must admit I had my doubts about arriving here, yet here I am 
and still unfrozen. Or mostly unfrozen, though there is a question about certain of my 
extremities. Ceralt, my friend, may I have the use of that loveliest of fires?" 


"Certainly, Telion," Ceralt replied with a chuckle, striking the large, red-gold maned warrior 
upon a fur-covered shoulder. Telion, though still clothed in the short covering of a male of the 
cities, had wrapped about himself a badly cured lenga pelt, yet one which had undoubtedly 
kept the deep cold from him. Having received Ceralt's approval, Telion strode to the hearth 
with no further delay, and turned himself back and forth before it, opening the pelt he had put 
about himself so that the warmth might penetrate to his flesh. Despite the jesting tone he had 
taken, his skin bore an unhealthy pallor and was peeling, speaking of the sort of journey 
which had brought him to the village. He had spent no more than a moment by the fire before 
he moved to inhale more deeply above the pot of stew. 
"By the gods, Ceralt," he exclaimed, nearly leaning into the pot, "I have rarely smelled 
anything to equal that. After so long a time with naught save what little game I could find, I 
feel absolutely no shame in asking whether I might share your feast." He turned his head 
then, and grinned at Ceralt where he stood. "However, I must warn you that should you 
refuse, I shall eat the entire thing myself." 
Ceralt laughed and shook his head, then went to stand near the second male at the hearth. 
"My friend, I shall not refuse you," said he, a seriousness tempering the lightness of his tone. 
"Truly, I had forgotten the pleasure your company brings, and now am able to realize how 
great a loss it was. I welcome you to my village, and offer you all that I possess, to share as 
only brothers do, till the fey the Serene Oneness parts us once more." 
The laughter left Telion's broad features, and he straightened to look upon Ceralt with an odd 
expression. "I came to share your battle, brother," said he, throwing off the pelt so that he 
might place his hands upon Ceralt's shoulders. "I knew not what battle you might be facing, 
yet I knew my place to be by your side. I cannot stand beside you against Galiose, for he and 
I were once brother warriors, yet in all else my sword shall drink beside yours." 
"It is a thing I had earnestly wished for," Ceralt replied, placing his own hands upon Telion's 
shoulders. "I recall speaking to you of the quest which would take me from Ranistard, yet I 
had no more than a hope that you would follow. Was the trail I prepared adequate to your 
needs?" 
"The trail you prepared?" Telion echoed in outrage, withdrawing his hands. "It seemed more 
like a trail you destroyed! Do you think me a hunter like you, man? I am a warrior, and above 
such things! Or, if you prefer, to the left or right of them, a thing I found most often to be the 
case on my journey here." 
"I regret your hardship," Ceralt laughed, "yet perhaps I may make amends. Seat yourself 
there, Telion, and we may share the meal you find so attractive." 
Telion moved toward the pelt Ceralt had gestured to, the pelt upon which Lialt had fed the 
darkness previous, and Ceralt himself took his own pelt. Ceralt had nodded toward me where 
I stood, therefore I moved to the hearth and prepared to give the males their provender. 
Telion's eyes had followed me as he settled himself upon his furs, and he took no more than 
a moment to voice his thoughts. 
"So you have indeed reclaimed her," he said to Ceralt, a deep satisfaction clear in his tone. 
"When I heard that she had escaped the city, I feared she would return to her own lands, and 
you all unknowing of her destination. How did you happen upon her after Galiose ejected 
you? Or did she come seeking you?" 
"The wench would not have the sense to come seeking me," snorted Ceralt, moving a bit 
upon his furs. "I found her in the woods beyond Ranistard, she having first been found by 
others of those savage wenches, and she seemed so near to death as hardly worth the 
wondering. Spears had been used upon her in some savage rite, and her blood had marked 
the ground more clearly than the rains. We may thank no other than the Serene Oneness that 
she now stands before us, for my brother Lialt, who tended her, had not thought she would 
live." 
"And yet, she does live," mused Telion, his eyes upon me as I turned from the hearth with two 
full pots of the stew. "And not only does she live, but she serves you without refusal. This is 
not the Jalav I remember so clearly." 
Ceralt, too, had his eyes upon me as I approached him, and a faint smile touched his lips. 
"She is quickly becoming the Jalav I have always desired," said he, taking the pot which was 
his. "It is merely a matter of knowing the needs of a woman and using them to train her to 
obedience." 
Ceralt's words had no further power to cause me pain, yet when I moved to Telion and gave 
him his pot, the male warrior's eyes had narrowed upon the streaks of blood still visible upon 
my hand, and a frown shadowed within the narrowness of his gaze, to move immediately to 
my face. I avoided his eyes with what was now practiced ease, and returned to the hearth. 
"I see," Telion replied quietly, his amusement at my fate well hidden. I stood before the fire, 


caught by the jumping of the flames, the dimness of the room and the sounds of feeding a 
soft frame for the fire's setting. After a moment or two, Ceralt's voice came to draw me from 
the depth of the flames. 
"Jalav, the stew is excellent," said he, a good deal of pleasure in his tone. "I would venture to 
say that it is nearly the best I have ever tasted. Fill a bowl for yourself now, for you have truly 
earned the fruits of your labors." He paused till I had reached down a pot and moved toward 
the stew, and then his voice came again. "How do matters proceed in Ranistard, Telion? 
Have any decisions been made upon the question of the strangers?" 
"I know little more than I knew when last I saw you," Telion replied about a mouthful of stew. 
"I attended no further meetings after your ejection, yet others informed me that the 
controversy still raged. Some wished to greet the strangers as deliverers, some wished to 
attack them on first sight, and others, like Galiose, still refused to commit themselves to a 
position. Galiose, I know, is deeply concerned over what weapons the strangers may bring to 
bear upon us, yet I am sure he will stand with us should it come to a battle." 
Ceralt was silently considering Telion's words, therefore was I able to give myself no more 
than a taste of the stew, which I carried to the hearth corner. As I knelt beside the hearth, I 
saw Ceralt shake his head and sigh. 
"I find myself capable of no such beliefs," he said to Telion, his eyes hooded in the dimness. 
"I have always felt that Galiose must be assured victory before he will commit his forces, and 
these strangers will allow no such assurance. We may find it necessary to stand without 
him." 
"Then there is sure to be a battle," Telion concluded, his provender momentarily forgotten. 
"When last we spoke, you thought it possible that a battle might be avoided." 
"There is still such a possibility," shrugged Ceralt, "yet the possibility grows fainter with each 
passing fey. It is for such a reason that the journey must be undertaken as quickly as 
possible, before the battle becomes totally unavoidable." 
"I understand little of this," Telion muttered in annoyance, shaking his head. "This journey you 
speak of, and the coming battle-how might one depend upon the other? And where does the 
journey take you?" 
Ceralt consumed what provender remained within his pot, then put the pot to one side. 
Telion's eyes were soberly upon him, and he met the other male's gaze with a soberness of 
his own. 
"Many kalod ago," he began, "our village had a Pathfinder of unusual sensitivity and range. 
The man was able to read the Snows with uncanny accuracy, giving warning of impending 
events much further into the future than any before or since him. He prowled the Snows 
almost constantly, risking the danger of being unable to return, returning with everything he 
could to be considered and interpreted. And then, one fey, he stayed too long upon the 
Snows." 
Telion had begun feeding again, yet his movements seemed without conscious thought for 
his full attention was upon Ceralt. 
Ceralt sighed and stretched out upon his lenga pelt, and resumed his narrative. 
"Others of the village, knowing of the Pathfinder's penchant for courting disaster, looked in 
upon his halyar, and finding his body untenanted, worked feverishly toward drawing him back. 
At long last they succeeded, yet his spirit was dangerously low and his body had begun to 
malfunction due to his mind's long absence. It became clear to all that the Pathfinder would 
soon be no more, yet before he could be mourned, he regained consciousness enough to 
speak. 
"There was a time of great danger ahead of all people, he informed those about him. Not only 
the Belsayah, but all upon our world would find their very lives threatened. A journey would 
have to be undertaken by a Belsayah High Rider and his choice of others, and one whose 
sign upon the Snows was a hadat must accompany them, else the journey would end in 
disaster for all. The hadat sign was unarguably female, and the journey's destination was 
unarguably clear-the black altar beneath Sigurr's Peak." 
"The black altar!" Telion breathed, his eyes unusually wide. "It has long been said that any 
who find the black altar may ask the aid of Sigurr the Terrible-if they dare-yet I had always 
thought the matter to be a tale to frighten women and children. Could there be truth to such 
prattle?" 
"There is indeed truth to it," Ceralt replied somewhat sourly, "and a good part of the truth lies 
in the danger awaiting any who attempt to use the altar so. It is no simple matter of 
approaching the altar and stating your needs, you may be sure of that. Risgar, the Pathfinder 
who first spoke of the journey, lived long enough to give a good number of details, yet the 
manner in which the altar may be approached is not one of them." 


"So you seek an alliance with Sigurr," Telion said, keeping the eyes upon Ceralt as he 
finished the last of his stew. "Somehow, the suggestion does not surprise me. And the female 
hadat spoken of-it can be none other than Jalav. What if she had not lived?" 
"Then we soon would have joined her," Ceralt replied, moving his eyes to me. "I have delayed 
the journey, perhaps too long, yet it was necessary that she regain her health and strength. 
The spear wounds were not the only things which required healing, and should Galiose and I 
ever again face one another, he will learn of that which stands between us." 
Ceralt's voice had grown so soft and cold that it caused a shiver in the very air about us, and 
Telion too, seemed oddly disturbed. Again I recalled the touch of the lash, cutting my flesh 
amid the fury of Mida's tears, bringing agony and agony again with each new stroke, and the 
pot I held nearly fell from nerveless fingers. Galiose, aye Galiose. He it was who had given 
me to Nolthis, to be used and beaten and taught the beginnings of hatred for males, and he it 
was who might now be counted among those I hated. I had hoped one fey to be able to face 
Galiose across sharpened metal, yet now my hate must fester and turn my insides rotten with 
frustration, for never would I find the matter done so. Another male had captured me forever, 
and never again would Jalav be free. 
"Galiose is scarcely in need of further troubles," Telion put in with a clearing of his throat, 
drawing Ceralt's eyes from me. "He finds difficulty enough in dealing with Ranistard's newest 
citizens-and their bitter blood enemies, the Hosta. Ranistard seems more like a battleground 
than a city, and Galiose curses the fey he allowed the wenches within his walls." 
"I would have thought the Hosta to be less of a problem with Jalav removed," Ceralt 
remarked, rising from the furs to fetch the skin of near-renth and offer it first to Telion. Telion 
took the skin and drank from it as Ceralt reseated himself, then passed the skin back with a 
grunt. 
"It is Jalav's removal which has caused the most difficulties," Telion said, shaking his head. 
"The wenches were wild with fury when Galiose had her lashed, yet their rage turned insane 
when Galiose was unable to produce her and prove that she still lived. The men who had 
claimed them found controlling them impossible short of tying them hand and foot, and such a 
state tends to make normal life unwieldy. Many of the Hosta were punished without mercy, 
yet they continued to rage and resist. At last, the men demanded that Galiose produce Jalav 
to calm the fury of the other females, and Galiose promised to do so. When Jalav escaped 
over the walls, Galiose raged for feyd, yet it all came to naught. The Hosta believed that Jalav 
was no more, spat upon the men who swore she had escaped, and turned their fury upon the 
Silla wenches, whose arrival had begun the entire thing. At the time of my departure, two 
Hosta and seven Silla were in need of Phanisar's skills in healing, and the rest had been 
confined without exception to their respective places of dwelling." 
"And what of Larid?" Ceralt asked, as he returned the skin to Telion. "She could not have 
accompanied you, I know, and I thought you might have chosen to remain with her." 
"I thought long upon the decision I made," Telion nodded, his eyes sad, "yet I could come to 
no other conclusion. Larid carries my child within her, and I will not have my child born a 
slave to strangers. Had I remained with Larid, I would have ultimately lost her, and the child 
as well. I know not how I know this, yet the conviction is strong within me, too strong to be 
ignored." He paused to drink deeply from the skin, then regarded Ceralt again. "In any event, 
Larid now resides in Nidisar's house, furious with me for riding off, and furious with Nidisar for 
continuing with Fayan's punishment. Fayan now heartily regrets having asked for Nidisar as a 
slave, and grows wide-eyed if he so much as glances at her. I doubt that it will be much 
longer before she carries Nidisar's child as Larid carries mine." 
"Nidisar was too patient with that golden-haired wench," Ceralt observed, a grinning. "Had he 
refused to allow her coldness with him, he would not have ended her slave, however briefly. 
Savage wenches look upon gentleness as weakness, and are quick to do as they please in 
the face of it." 
"Perhaps," Telion agreed with a shrug. "Larid has never had more than a hiding from me, yet 
she has learned that there are times she must obey me. She raged and screamed when I left 
her with Nidisar, yet she made no attempt to disobey my wishes, and bid me farewell with a 
heat I will not soon forget." He, too, grinned well, and moved his eyes to me. "Once a man 
has tasted a female warrior, other females fade from his memory forever. I enjoy much heat 
in a woman, and a Midanna's heat is easily aroused and not soon quenched. Do you find it 
the same, Ceralt?" 
"Without a doubt." Ceralt laughed in agreement, his light eyes glinting in the fire's glow. The 
two males each looked upon me, attempting to humiliate me with their laughter, and I felt my 
lips tighten with hate even as my blood began to stir. Males cared naught for what was 
denied a Hosta, so long as their needs were seen to. 


"I believe I see traces of the old flames in her lovely eyes," Telion chuckled, enjoying my 
anger. "She was ever one to blaze up in fury, and likely will continue so forever." 
"She will not blaze up in fury," Ceralt said, rising again from the lenga pelt. "She will remain 
docile and obedient, for she is allowed nothing more. Telion, my friend, there are many things 
I must see to before the journey may be begun. Rest yourself here, for you are to share my 
halyar, and make free with whatever you find here. You have been many feyd upon the trail, 
and your needs cannot have been seen to. I shall not return till very late, therefore Jalav's use 
is yours through the darkness. Jalav, serve him and obey him. Telion, we shall speak again 
come the new light." 
In just so casual a manner was I given to Telion, and then Ceralt took his body furs and left, 
giving me not so much as a single glance. I gazed at the wooden pot in my hands, wishing it 
were possible to break the thing to bits, hating as I had never hated in my entire life. Because 
of Ceralt, I knelt a slave in a male's dwelling, bereft of all I had ever earned, no more than a 
possession to be handed about to others, plagued by a twisted need which turned me 
helpless to his touch. Once I had wondered at the possibility of one being so cruel as to take 
another's honor and yet fail to take their life as well, yet I wondered no longer. Males called 
this cruelty mercy, and termed it an honorable thing. So much for the honor of males. 
"Jalav." Telion spoke from beside me, so close that my head jerked in surprise over not 
having heard him approach. He crouched before me, his light eyes fully disturbed, and his 
large hands forced the wooden pot from my fingers, ending my attempts at its destruction. He 
threw the pot to one side, and sought to draw me closer to him, yet I could not bear the 
thought of his hands upon me. He would take me as the others had, shaming me in my 
weakness, showing me again that I was naught when beneath a male. I snarled and fought 
his arms as a hadat fights the ropes of a trap, yet he would not free me, nor allow me to free 
myself. Many reckid I fought him, till I had neither strength nor breath left to call upon, and 
then he held me still against his chest, stroking my hair while making soothing, meaningless 
noises. He made no attempt to put me to my back, and I could not understand what thing he 
sought. 
"Jalav, calm yourself," he murmured, his hand still astroke of my hair. The cloth of his body 
covering was now unfamiliar to me, yet it seemed much softer and warmer than the leather I 
had been held to of late. My cheek sought more of the warmth, my body relaxed with a 
shudder, and Telion's arms tightened even further, yet I knelt so for no more than a moment 
before recalling that this was a male who held me. Males were the enemies of warriors, those 
who sought the destruction of warriors, those who coveted a warrior's freedom. Males were 
those who took a warrior's pride, but not her life. The recollection stiffened my body once 
more, and Telion released me so that he might look closely upon me. 
"What occurs here, wench?" he demanded, his fingers hard upon my arms. "What has come 
to pass between Ceralt and yourself that you are no longer as you were?" 
He gazed upon me soberly, awaiting a reply, his red-gold hair of a male warrior's length 
disarranged in its leather binding from my struggles. I looked up at him, envying the limitless 
strength of his large, hard form, hating the knowledge that I might easily be bested by him, 
and found no reply that might be spoken. 
"Answer me!" he snapped, shaking me somewhat. "By what means are you bound so to 
Ceralt?" 
Almost did I sneer at such a question. Was I to inform him of the nature of the chains another 
male had upon me so that he, too, might attempt their use? Ceralt would inform him soon 
enough, and there was no need for me to make the time shorter. Telion looked down upon 
me, and nodded in annoyance. 
"So your stubbornness, at least, remains intact," he growled, displeasure strong within him. "If 
you will not speak to me, there is little I may do other than accept Ceralt's offer. Remove your 
garment and present yourself to me." 
He released my arms then and rose from his crouch, then returned to the lenga pelt upon 
which he had been sitting. The firelight flickered from the hearth as I slowly rose to my feet, 
looking away from the male and his anger. Was I to believe that he had had no interest in my 
use before the anger had touched him? Such was foolishness, for Telion had used me 
before, glorying in that which he had done to me. Much hate had he shown when, as sthuvad 
to my clan, he had been refused the honor of use by the war leader, and his desire for me 
had ever been great. Why he wished such a belief in me I knew not, yet his purposes had not 
been accomplished. I removed the belt of copper and loosened the garment's ties, then drew 
the confining thing off over my head and dropped it to the floor to one side of the hearth. My 
life sign, swinging between my breasts as ever it had done since first I had become a warrior, 
took my attention, and after a brief hesitation, I grasped it in my fist and tore the leather from 


about my neck. There was little reason left for its presence, and Midanna do not believe in 
useless adornments. I dropped the life sign beside the garment which I so despised, and 
turned then to face the male who awaited me. 
Telion lay upon his pelt, propped up by one elbow, drinking from the skin Ceralt had given 
him, not looking up at me till I halted before him. The back of his hand wiped his mouth as his 
eyes took me in, a slowly growing gleam belying his earlier words. The sight of my body 
pleased him, a thing which did not please me, yet I did no more than fold my arms across my 
breasts and attempt to quiet my anger. 
"Kneel," he said abruptly, pointing to the floor before him as he rid himself of the drinking skin. 
There was little I might do save obey him, and when I was on my knees before him, his hand 
came to my face. 
"Do you still refuse to speak?" he asked, his eyes searching my face. "You are truly a 
tempting morsel, wench, and there is no need for me to resist the temptation." 
When no more than silence greeted his words, his hand left my face so that it might touch my 
body. I sought to ignore the caressing of my breasts and thighs, yet in no more than a handful 
of reckid, I writhed about upon my knees before him, unable to escape the touch of his 
fingers, unable to resist the demands of his desire. I bent over his probing hand with a sob, 
shamed beyond endurance, and he grasped my arms and drew me to the lenga pelt beside 
him. 
"So Ceralt has rechanneled your desires as I have done with Larid," he murmured, his hand 
again at my body. I moaned and threw myself about in his arms, and his laughter was 
stinging for all of its softness. "Such a thing is not easily done, yet the results are well worth it. 
I shall have some use from you, and then we will find the source of your disturbance." 
In no more than a moment he had entered me, and his use was as strong and demanding as 
Ceralt's. I had long since abandoned all attempts at resisting him, for the affliction which was 
upon me would not be denied. I cried out again and again with the delights his use afforded 
me, and only when I had attained release and lay panting in his arms did the shame return to 
me. His manhood retained possession of my body, and I knew he would use me again and 
again till the smell of his satisfaction was too heavy to escape, too thick to be easily wiped 
from me. I lay bare beneath him, my sweat and his covering my body, yet he had retained his 
covering so that my degradation might be more complete. I recalled the time of his use in the 
Hosta home tents, recalling as well that the presence of his covering had afforded him little 
comfort. He alone had felt degradation then, yet the memory did not wipe out his presence 
from above me, nor the slow, throbbing reawakening of his desire within me. He held me 
possessively in the strength of his arms, and chuckled as my body tightened about his 
presence. 
"So much lovely heat," he observed in amusement, touching his lips to my hair. "And I had 
thought Larid quick to respond and ever eager. I will see you well attended to, little hanchuck, 
but I will first know what has taken the spirit from you. When not in the throes of desire, you 
seem as lifeless as Sigurr's Peak itself. " 
His eyes looked down upon me, refusing to be ignored, and his body again making me his 
slave. I threw my head about in misery, knowing my shame would be increased were he to 
force me to speak, yet his purpose would not be denied. 
"Speak to me!" he demanded, thrusting hard enough to draw a gasp from me. "I will know 
what thoughts twist about in that black-haired, female head of yours! Why does it seem that 
you have not slept in feyd? Why does your palm bleed as though your fist has been too tightly 
clenched? Why do you obey Ceralt with not even a murmur? Why does it seem as though 
you long for a thing which has been placed beyond your reach? Why?" 
The pounding of his questions and his body were quickly growing beyond my control to resist. 
I sobbed as he used me, clutching his arms as I sought to hold the words within, yet I knew 
that the words would flow forth as rapidly as Telion claimed his slave-due. His light eyes 
shone in the firelight, hardness and determination clear even in the dimness of the room, and 
suddenly it came to me how the unattainable might be attained. Telion, a male, broad and 
powerful in his strength, had once been sthuvad to Hosta. Were his memories as bitter as 
Ceralt's, the final freedom would surely be mine. I moaned as his manhood went clear to the 
center of my inner being, and raised my back a handspan from the lenga pelt. 
"Telion, no more!" I cried, clinging to his arms. "Do not force me to speak!" 
"You will do as I command," he returned, thrusting me flat to the pelts again. "I will be obeyed 
by the wench I use." 
"Mida take you!" I screamed, struggling in fury. "I ask only to see the fey when you again lie 
tied in a use tent! I will spit upon you then, and order the drug fed to you without stop!" 
"Do not speak so," he growled, his grip tightening upon me as his eyes went strangely cold. 


His voice was very soft, yet trembled in an unexpected way. 
"It was I who first named you sthuvad," I gloated, then laughed in unabandoned delight. "Had 
I known how pleasing you would be to my warriors, I would have called for the Hitta and 
Helda as well! When next you taste of the sthuvad drug, I shall not fail to assure their 
presence!" 
"Be silent!" he whispered, a rage growing to fill his mind and choke him. His face twisted from 
its familiar lines, near insanity outlining over-bright eyes, and it seemed as though I were held 
in bands of metal. My fingernails dug deeper into those bands of metal, and I laughed again, 
more mockingly than before. 
"Yes, it was I who decreed your use by warriors!" I pursued relentlessly. "It was by my word 
alone that you were thonged to stakes and made to give pleasure, forced to serve your 
betters! And I shall see it so again, Mida take me if I do not!" 
"Never!" he rasped, the trembling taking all of his body, the madness bright in his eyes. 
"Never will I be forced to feel such shame again! Never will I forget the shame of the first time! 
And you! You were indeed the one who caused it!" 
His arms left me as his hands went to my throat, the madness completely in possession of 
him. Though I truly wished for the surcease of everlasting darkness, I could not help but claw 
at his hands as they tightened about my throat. His fingers pressed against the flesh of my 
neck, and his voice came strange to my ears. 
"You, the savage female who was the source of my debasement," he muttered, his fingers 
tightening more and more. "You, the she who laughed at my captivity and use, the she who 
sneeringly refused me her body when the thought of her use was all that kept me from 
screaming out the agony of body and soul! You laughed then and you laugh now, yet I shall 
take the laughter from you forever!" 
A roaring had filled my ears, and his face swam about in the rippling of my vision. I scratched 
feebly at his choking hands, all strength having left me, yet even had I been possessed of all 
my strength, I could not have loosened his metal-thewed grip from my throat. Even in airless, 
choking pain, I knew my victory, and I exulted as the darkness rose up to swirl me in its midst. 
A silence filled with no more than the crackling of a fire came to me first, and I knew not why 
such disappointment should grip me till I realized where I lay. Again I opened my eyes to the 
dimness of Ceralt's dwelling, and the bitter knowledge that I still lived forced a moan from my 
lips. My throat ached from the fingers which had gripped it so tightly, yet the grip had not 
been tight enough. I was still in possession of the burden of my life, and the darkness of the 
raftered roof above me was no darker than my hopes of freedom. 
"Why did you do such a thing?" Telion's voice came, and then his face was before me as he 
leaned closer. "I nearly took your life as a result of that taunting and I fully believe that that 
was your purpose. Why do you wish to find death?" 
I stared at his pained and bewildered face for a moment, then rolled to my side upon the 
lenga pelt, rose to my feet, and walked to the hearth to gaze down into the fire. Telion had 
once been the one male upon whom a warrior might look with the least displeasure, yet even 
he had taken my use with satisfaction, seeing naught amiss in placing me beneath him. His 
great hatred for his own captivity had not given him insight for my own hatred, for he felt it 
proper that a female be held by a male. How was one to speak to such a male, how might 
one describe the torture of imprisonment, when the one spoken to gave full approval to such 
imprisonment? I crouched before the fire and drew my hair about me, grasping its ends and 
holding them up before my bowed head. In all things I had been thoroughly shamed, yet even 
the final death was to be denied me. What more could be done to add to my tortures? What 
more? 

CH 11. A thing called snow-and the beginning of freedom 
I woke to the light of the new fey, and found that I lay wrapped before the dying fire in the 
badly cured lenga pelt which Telion had worn upon his journey to the village. The dwelling 
was somewhat chilled, yet it seemed clear that someone had put wood upon the fire rather 
late to assure a continued fire through most of the darkness. I remembered naught of having 
fallen asleep, nor did I remember having wrapped myself within the pelt. Telion had not 
spoken to me again after I had left his side, but another had spoken to me as I lay in sleep, 
and my confusion was now greater than ever. 
As had happened once before, Mida had walked my dreams, and had spoken to my sleeping 
mind. The golden glory of her had not so much awed me as given me pain, and I turned my 
head from her glowing brilliance, knowing I was not fit to look upon it. 
"You have called to me much when I was not able to answer," she said in the sweet tones I 
knew so well. "Have you no questions for me now that I stand before you?" 


"There is only one," I replied, keeping my face turned from her. "I would know my full failure 
so that I might in part understand my punishment." 
"Ah, Jalav," she sighed, and the sadness within her voice dimmed the brilliance I had come to 
expect. "My warrior has not failed me, nor is it punishment that you now face. As ever, you 
serve my purposes, and serve them well and ably. Had I been able to speak to you of this 
sooner, much agony would have been spared you." 
"Mida, I do not understand!" I cried, turning again to her golden, glowing form. "I have been 
made captive to males, shamed and enslaved by them, and this was done by your will? How 
can it not be punishment?" 
The golden glow surrounding her pulsed in agitation, and I saw that complete calm was no 
longer hers. Her slim, long-fingered hands grasped one another, and gentle pain showed 
upon her lovely face. 
"Jalav, it was necessary that you join these males upon their journey," she said, her voice 
striving for my understanding. "It is a thing that has long since been decreed by the Snows, 
and a thing that I, myself, cannot change-nor would I change it even if I were able. If we are 
to be victorious over the coming strangers, you must make this journey shown so clearly in 
the Snows." 
My head whirled with confusion, yet there was no need to voice my disturbance. Mida 
stepped closer, and looked down upon me with pity. 
"I know well the many shames you have been subjected to," she said, "and know, too, that 
there is more yet before you. You must bear it all with the strength of a war leader, for there is 
much left for you to do. There is no other I may call upon save you, Jalav, and you must not 
fail me." 
"I hear, Mida," I whispered, still finding no understanding. "I will not fail you." 
"I have never doubted the loyalty of my Hosta war leader." She smiled, the calm now returned 
to her. "That your life has so many times been returned to you should prove my continued 
love and need. Do not again seek destruction, Jalav, for all shame will eventually be wiped 
away. If I do not speak to you soon again, do not despair. I cannot reach through when you 
lie close beside a male or in the grip of a sleeping potion. When next we meet, it will not be in 
sleep." 
She faded from my sight then, and deep sleep returned to me, yet upon awakening, I could 
find little sense in what I had learned. There was endless relief in knowing that I had not been 
abandoned in my need, yet Mida had not said when my captivity would end, nor had she 
given me leave to resist it. My sworn word still bound me as closely as ever, and somehow I 
felt that Mida was unable to intercede for me. To my great disappointment, it was now clear 
that Mida was not all powerful, that there was another whose will superceded her own. I 
moved in annoyance within the lenga pelt, wondering if I were to assist her in destroying this 
other. No mention had been made of what was expected of me, save that I was not to seek 
destruction, and that I was to bear the shame given me without regret. I turned my head to 
see Telion and Ceralt asleep in their furs, and an anger tinged with hatred filled me. What 
further shame would be heaped upon me by their doing? What more must I face before 
freedom was again returned to me? I knew not, yet I had no doubt. Mida had spoken of it, 
and it would prove to be so. 
As I no longer felt the need for sleep, I arose from the fur, donned my leather covering, and 
began encouraging the fire into new life. My life sign had lain upon the floor where I had 
dropped it, and after no more than a brief hesitation, I had again knotted it about my throat. I 
had as yet no real desire for my soul to be preserved, yet Mida had said that there was much 
I must do for her. Perhaps in that doing, the shame would be washed away from my soul, and 
I would again be worthy of the Blessed Realm. I had no real hope of such a thing, yet was it 
possible. 
After I had set the falum to cook, I went to a window to look out. It seemed much lighter past 
the window than it should be, and my curiosity had been aroused. I had no other thing to do 
than set the falum to heat, for the pots which had been used the darkness previous had 
already been cleaned and returned to their places. I knew not whose hand had done the 
deed, yet I was pleased that it need not be my hand which was set to such an undertaking. 
This cleaning and cooking was fit only for males and slaves, and I, a war leader of the Hosta, 
need not concern myself with them forever. At some time, with the blessing of Mida, I would 
again ride free. 
When I reached the window, all thoughts of cleaning and cooking and males left me, and I 
found myself able to do no more than gape and stare. There was much reason for the 
lightness I had seen there, and I grasped the edges of the window in wonder as I looked out. 
Everything without was covered by a blanket of whiteness, the ground, the trees, the 


dwellings-everything! Lightly, lightly, a flaky whiteness fell from the skies, thicker yet more 
silent than rain, and as the whiteness fell, all beneath it was completely covered. Never had I 
seen such a thing, and never had I imagined that such a thing might be. The whiteness fell 
and covered all beneath it, and seemed be going to continue forever. I saw that the ground 
could no longer be seen, and wondered how one moved about in such a medium. 
"That is called snow," came Ceralt's voice from just behind me, a light amusement clearly to 
be heard. "It is another reason why wenches here wear full garments rather than clan 
coverings." 
"From whence does it come?" I asked, unable to draw my eyes from the silent inundation of 
whiteness. "And how long will it continue so? Already many things cannot be seen." 
"It comes from the skies as rain does," Ceralt replied, his hand gently stroking my hair. "It is 
far too cold for it to appear as rain, yet it is not cold enough for sleet. I know not how long it 
will continue this time, but there have been snows which have covered entire halyars, roofs 
and all." 
My first response to a statement such as that would normally have been anger, thinking that I 
was being made sport of, yet the rapidity with which the whiteness covered all it touched 
made the statement a not unreasonable one. I stared without in dismay, standing higher on 
my toes to see the depth it had already reached, and Ceralt laughed in high humor. 
"Do not fear, wench, we will not be snowed in this time." He chuckled, putting his hands upon 
my waist to draw me from the window. "Our journey shall begin with the next new light, and 
there is naught that Lialt has seen to keep us from it. Though as I think upon it, being snowed 
in would undoubtedly suit you quite nicely. " 
"Suit me?" I echoed, not following his reasoning. "I know naught of this snow, and have never 
experienced it. How, then, might it suit me?" 
"In such a way," he grinned, drawing me closer to his bare chest. "When one is snowed in, 
there is little else to do other than dally and sport, a thing you have great interest in, eh, 
varaina?" 
My cheeks burned red at the memory of my shame, and I sought to push from the circle of his 
arms, yet he held me to him with a further laugh and took my lips despite my struggles. How I 
hated the thought of his ridicule, yet when his arms were about me and his lips were upon 
mine, I was no more than a slave to him, his without question. He held me still and took my 
lips, and my body burned with the need for him even as I begged Mida to hasten the time I 
might be freed from him. The crippling need he brought upon me had no place in the life of 
the war leader, and I wished no more of the slavery of blood heat, the chains of my body's 
longings. His lips left mine to touch my throat, and I moaned and pressed myself to his bare 
body, begging his use in all but words. Again he laughed, exulting in my weakness, and then I 
was lifted in his arms, to be carried to his furs and placed upon my back. My body writhed 
with desire as his hands went to my copper belt and removed it, and I raised my hips so that 
he might rid me of the covering I wore, yet I realized too late that he had not loosened the ties 
of the covering. With the garment up above my head and arms, it became clear that the 
oversight was no such thing. With the garment and much of my hair in one of his hands, I was 
forced to my knees upon the pelt, my face and head hooded, and made to writhe and cry out 
to the urgings of his free hand and lips. I was able to see naught save the leather before and 
about me, yet the darkness was little comfort in the agony he caused. Ceralt saw, and Telion 
as well, and my body leaped and rose in a light unshared by my vision. I sobbed and wept 
and begged for my use, and when at last this was granted me, it was as a slave I was used. 
Still upon my knees, head and arms forced down to the pelts, I was used by Ceralt from 
behind, knelt before my master and forced to give him pleasure. Though the use was not the 
same, the position brought strong, ugly memories of Nolthis and I cried out in protest over 
such humiliating use, yet Ceralt took no more note than Nolthis had. I was used completely 
and well, and then allowed to lie undisturbed a moment before Ceralt announced his wish for 
the falum. Choking upon a bottomless rage, I raised myself from the fur, fought my garment 
straight, then retrieved my belt. Telion lay upon his own fur, his hooded eyes upon me, and I 
burned with shame that he had witnessed such humiliation. I took my gaze from him and 
went to the hearth, and heard naught of what passed between the two males in conversation. 
The fey was too long, giving me overmuch time for thought. Ceralt saw to his own feeding 
and, as was to be expected, mine, then he and Telion left the dwelling. Ceralt had provided 
leather and fur garments for Telion, and the male warrior donned them with much relief, 
afterward buckling on his swordbelt below the silver belt village males wore. The fur leg 
coverings gave height to his appearance, a thing his massive frame had no need of, and 
something of good humor had returned to him by his departure. I saw to the falum pots and 
the doings which Tarla had taught me, then went to kneel in the hearth corner. 


The whiteness still fell beyond the window, yet I could no longer find interest in the thing. My 
eyes insisted upon sliding to the weapons upon the wall, and my hands upon my thighs had 
turned to fists. When I had thought myself abandoned by Mida, something of acceptance of 
the slavery had come to me, yet that acceptance was no longer to be found. I now burned to 
be free and upon my way once more, and no more than the will of males stood before me. My 
head rose high at the thought of Ceralt, and much hate consumed what inner calm I had 
managed. For him to treat a warrior so, a war leader of the Hosta! I looked about the dwelling 
I knelt in, seeing the wood of the floors and walls, the piles of garments, the small platforms, 
the stone hearth beside me, all things which were possessions of Ceralt, all things which he 
might use as he willed. I knelt among these things, yet I was no longer one of them, no longer 
that which Ceralt might own. Soon I would find myself freed from his possession and again 
about Mida's work, as I had always wished to be. Then, briefly, I recalled how Ceralt had 
once been, strong yet gentle, difficult to please yet caring, and again a sense of loss came to 
me which bowed my head, yet I pushed these thoughts aside and straightened once more. 
Ceralt the male was naught to me, no more than a male should be, and it was foolishness to 
find disappointment in that which he did. Soon I would be rid of him and all things male, and 
would again ride beneath the shield of Mida. 
Ceralt and Telion returned for their mid-fey meal, then left as soon as it had been consumed. 
Their words had been much concerned with riders and tentings and lanthays and supplies, 
and I wondered at the need for such lengthy preparations. When Hosta rode to hunt or war, 
little more than mounts and weapons were needed or sought. Should these males find the 
need to do battle, I thought it likely they would take a hand of feyd and more to find the place 
of their swords. I disliked the taste of the meat Ceralt had fetched and ate little of it, yet the 
male took no note of my actions, instead being too occupied with speaking to Telion of the 
ways which must be traversed to reach Sigurr's Peak. Telion, however, between jocular 
remarks upon the object of our journey, took full notice of how little I fed upon, yet made no 
mention of it to Ceralt. I knew not why this should be, yet also cared not, and was pleased to 
see them go. The actions of males were a warrior's shame, and best kept well away from 
them. 
The whiteness continued to fall most of the fey, yet ceased a hin or so before full darkness. It 
lay mounded upon the ground between dwellings, surely more than ankle deep, and the great 
silence surrounding it and the village was somewhat unsettling. The Entry to Mida's Realm, 
round and golden, rode the skies as darkness fell, and strange shadows chased one another 
across the unbroken whiteness. I stood by the window and gazed out, finding an odd and 
chilly beauty in the sight, pleased that I had been able to see the thing called snow, yet 
anxious to return to lands which were not covered so. It seemed likely that game would now 
be scarce, and the villagers would find greater need to depend upon the herds they kept to 
feed upon. A true need for those herds was now evident, yet I liked it not. Far better to feed 
oneself from the bounty of Mida's forests in warmer climes, and leave the chill of the snows 
for those who knew no better. 
The males returned in good spirits, laughing with one another as they stamped the snow from 
their foot coverings, and hung their body furs upon the wall. All was now prepared for the 
journey, it seemed, which would begin with the first, faint touches of the new light, and both 
males appeared anxious to begin. Ceralt carried rolled up leather which he placed beside him 
upon his lenga pelt, and did not return his attention to it till we had fed. Again I had been knelt 
before him to feed, and when he had seen the last of the grilled meat and vegetables within 
me, he put his board and pot aside. 
"Telion and I have brought you a gift," said he with a grin, reaching for the rolled up leather. 
"Remove your garment, and we shall see how well it becomes you." 
I knew not what he was about and cared little for his humor, yet there was naught I might do 
save obey. When my copper belt and leather garment lay upon the floor, he unrolled the 
leather and produced a breech, body covering and leg coverings such as those he wore. The 
garments seemed odd to me, and he chuckled as he held them out. 
"Go on, take them," he urged, his eyes measuring my body. "They should be a passable fit, 
and better than the other wenches will find. They are not as long of leg as you, and few of my 
riders fail to top them by less than four hands. The poor wenches are sure to be dismayed, 
yet one cannot ride a lanthay in a skirt." 
"At least, not the sort of skirt your village women wear," Telion put in as I took the breech from 
Ceralt's hand. "The skirting of Jalav's wenches seemed no hindrance at all." 
"They would also be no hindrance to freezing solid," Ceralt added with a laugh. "No matter 
how attractive the style, it becomes highly impractical outside of their own lands." His eyes 
followed my motions as I first donned breech and body leather, then slipped into the leg 


coverings, which were secured to the breech at either side of my body at the hips. The leg 
coverings were somewhat long, yet otherwise fit well, and with all in place, it was easily seen 
that the fur body covering worn without the dwelling would fall to a place upon my thigh below 
the junction of breech and leg covering. In such a way would the chill winds be kept from my 
flesh, while avoiding the confinement of my previous garment. The new leather pleased me, 
and I smiled a bit realizing that freedom was beginning to return to me. Mida had spoken, and 
her warrior would soon find release. 
"Do not grow too fond of such trappings," Ceralt's voice came, and I looked down to see that 
his eyes were upon me, a hardness in them even though his face wore an easy smile. "When 
we return from this journey, you will return to the garments of a woman, for that is what you 
are. A woman. Clear the plates and prepare my furs, for the new fey brings an early 
beginning." 
I stood no more than a moment before turning to do his bidding, yet it must surely have been 
with Mida's aid that I controlled my fury. Stiffly, I took the boards and pots to the hearth, yet 
my mind knew naught of what my hands did. You are a woman, he had said, no more than a 
lowly female, he had meant, and the thought drove my rage so high that I trembled in an 
effort to contain it. Aye, Jalav was female enough, yet was she also a warrior of Mida, a war 
leader of the Hosta. Ceralt knew well enough of the former, yet come the fey my chains were 
struck away, then, then! he would learn well of the latter! Never had I raised weapon to 
Ceralt, and much had I believed that I would find myself unable to do so, yet the passing feyd 
made the thought of such a doing more and more pleasant. 
I did as I had been bidden to do, and fumed all the while, and at last all was seen to and my 
anger somewhat cooled. When I returned from drawing the leather through the door, Telion 
already lay within his furs, as did Ceralt. I had earlier heard my use being offered once more 
to Telion, yet the male had refused, saying he had greater need of what sleep he might find, 
so I was therefore gestured to Ceralt's furs. My mind felt great reluctance when I knelt beside 
him, yet my body quivered when he drew me close and put his lips upon mine. Such insanity 
it was, this desire of my body and hate of my mind, the pulling and tugging of each emotion 
threatening to tear me asunder with its violence. I shivered and fought the conflict within me 
till I was weak with the effort; then Ceralt's hands stilled the conflict with almost no effort at all. 
I was his once more, body and mind, and I wept within at the ease with which he claimed me. 
When his use was done, and I lay in his arms, I prayed to Mida to set matters right, although 
as I lay against that broad chest and hard male body, I knew not how it might be done. 

CH 12. A journey is begun-and a secret is learned 
The fey had not yet truly begun when we left Ceralt's dwelling. A deep cold rode the air 
heavily, but the lack of wind left the cold bearable. Some few light clouds floated upon the 
still-dark sky, and white breath-streams flew from our noses and mouths as we crunched 
along upon the mounded snow. So lightly and so gently had the snow fallen, yet it had in 
some manner hardened upon the ground so that one might walk upon it, yet this hardness 
was not to be found everywhere. As I moved slowly and carefully between Telion and Ceralt, 
my hands covered by leather and fur in a device termed "gloves," my fur-clad right foot 
suddenly penetrated the snow mound to mid-calf depth. Had Ceralt not quickly grasped my 
arm to steady me, I would surely have sprawled upon the hard, treacherous snow, unknowing 
victim to its snares. I retrieved my foot and steadied my stance, and we continued across the 
nearly empty village toward the lanthay enclosure, yet I no longer looked about me at the 
skies and dwellings. My gaze was solely for where I put my feet, and I no longer found 
innocence in the whiteness of the snow. 
The lanthay enclosure was as well tenanted as the rest of the village was empty, for two 
hands of males and a like number of females awaited us amid lanthay which were either 
heavily laden or bridled in preparation to be ridden. Ceralt greeted the males cheerfully then 
looked about himself, seemingly seeking one who was not there. I knew not who he might be 
seeking till further crunching sounds came, and all turned to observe the arrival of Lialt, 
accompanied by a saddened Tarla. Lialt paused a length from the enclosure to give Tarla his 
lips, then left her to stand alone as he came up to us. 
"I am now prepared to depart," he announced as he entered the enclosure. "Why do you all 
stand about here as though there is time to be wasted?" 
Upon hearing this, the males laughed aloud, and Ceralt shook his head with a grin. "We await 
the arrival of one who has grown too fond of his furs," he informed Lialt and folded his arms. 
"Should our Pathfinder have become too old and infirm to arrive at an appointed time, 
perhaps it would be best if he were left behind us." 
"All bow to the will of the High Rider," Lialt intoned solemnly, his light eyes in no way 


embarrassed, "yet without the Pathfinder, the High Rider may well find himself riding in 
circles. Should this be his wish, who am I to oppose him?" 
Lialt's deference was betrayed by the gleam of amusement he showed, and Ceralt laughed 
aloud and clapped his shoulder. 
"The Serene Oneness protect me from those who will not oppose me," he chuckled. "Take 
yourself to your lanthay, brother, and let us be on our way before the mid-fey meal is upon 
us." 
Lialt returned the grin and the shoulder clap, and all within the enclosure then sought mounts, 
a doing which proved most interesting. The males, I knew, were well acquainted with the 
white-furred lanthay, yet the females proved to be much in awe of them. Clad in the leathers 
of males, they stood about staring nervously at the enormous mounts, obviously filled with 
little desire for taking seat upon any of them. The males each caught up the rein of a lanthay 
and gestured their females to them, and then began a battle consisting of calming the 
lanthay, calming the female, quieting the lanthay to be mounted, and raising the females to 
their backs. One or two males accomplished this easily, yet most found the need to call down 
the wrath of Sigurr upon the heads of lanthay and female alike. Males cursed, lanthay 
squealed and reared, females howled and backed, and I laughed as I had not laughed in 
many a fey. The males, in imagined superiority, had kept their females from a knowledge of 
riding, and now reaped what they had sown. Warriors were not well thought of by village 
males, yet warriors would not have feared the nearness of the beasts. 
"Best you quiet that braying and get yourself mounted," Telion said quietly as he handed me 
the rein of a lanthay. "Ceralt sees no humor in this fiasco, and would not take kindly to your 
amusement. Though I must admit that I have rarely seen anything funnier." 
The male warrior looked down upon me with a grin fixed well upon his face, and we both 
laughed at the shouting and screaming and churning of snow. All about us was a true 
bedlam, and Ceralt worked feverishly to quiet all concerned. Of those who stood about, 
including Lialt, he directed the temporary pairing with a male who could not get his female 
mounted. The two working together, one to hold the lanthay, one to lift the female, soon saw 
all of the females upon the backs of mounts, and males at last sought their own mounts, 
wiping sweat from foreheads with hands which seemed much wearier than previous. I turned 
to the lanthay I had been given, grasped its fur in both hands, then vaulted to its back with 
very little effort. The lanthay danced beneath me as I sought and found a proper seat, and 
Ceralt stalked angrily back to take possession of his own mount. 
"Curse Hannil and his insistances!" he muttered darkly as he leapt to the back of his lanthay. 
"Wenches must be brought, yet they cannot be ridden behind their men lest their presence 
prove catastrophic should the need to fight arise! Were this journey not so desperately 
urgent, I would send those wenches straight back to their hearths, damn me if I would not!" 
He then jerked upon his rein so hard that his lanthay squealed and reared, yet truthfully, I 
could not fault him for his anger. The females, now mounted, were no less a problem than 
they had been. They clung fearfully to the fur of the lanthay, most bent over, some sobbing 
their fear aloud, and it was easily seen that they would be unable to ride or control the beasts 
through their own efforts. The males looked about at one another helplessly, then wearily 
dismounted and began bringing pack lanthay forward. To each female's left a pack lanthay 
was secured to the neck of the lanthay she rode, and then the males remounted and moved 
their own lanthay to the right of their females. In such a way were they able to lead both pack 
lanthay and female's lanthay, and the female was somewhat comforted by the presence of 
more than the hard, distant ground to either side of her. Lialt rode ahead to open a gate in the 
far side of the enclosure, and the sky began to show the first touches of pink as the last of us 
rode through. I rode beside Telion, who sat upon his own lanthay, and had turned to look 
behind me only long enough to raise an arm in farewell to Tarla, who had climbed the 
enclosure to watch our departure. Tarla had raised her own arm, shyly and with reluctance, 
and had wept and left her place when Lialt had touched his palm to his lips to her. Lialt looked 
longingly after her a moment, then closed the enclosure and rode with Telion and me, and the 
journey so often spoke of by so many was finally, if not quite easily, begun. 
The fey grew clear and bright, the skies pale blue above us, the snow blindingly white 
beneath the hooves of our lanthay. A good deal of the cold was dispelled by the motions of 
riding, with some assistance from Mida's light, and the lanthay proved a not unattractive 
beast. Instantly responsive to the touch of knees and rein, the lanthay was a delight to the 
experienced rider, as well as a welcome comfort. The beast's thick covering of fur was far 
superior to the gando's scales and the kan's hide, yet Telion did not seem to share my 
enjoyment of the lanthay. The male warrior sat his mount surely, yet obviously unaccustomed 
to the lack of a leather seat such as kand were wont to be provided with, and from time to 


time muttered a regretful word or two about the kan he had left behind in the village. I spoke 
no word of my own, being too well pleased with the snow-covered forest about us and the 
increased feeling of freedom to wish to be drawn away from them, and we continued on 
through the snow and the trees and the fey, till a halt was called for the mid-fey meal. 
The fall of darkness found us already encamped. Though the fey had been a pleasant one for 
me, few of the others of our party had found it so. The halt for the mid-fey meal had been 
filled with wailing from the females and attempts at soothing from the males, yet even 
soothing had not allowed the miserable wenches to ride till Mida's light had gone. Stiff and 
sore, they wept and begged to have the ride over, and their males, with weary agreement 
from Ceralt, had chosen a snow-covered clearing and erected strange-shaped tents. The 
tents of Midanna are circular, with spires rising from the near flatness of their roofs, yet the 
males used tents which were more triangular than circular, with each section having the 
ability to stand alone and house two, or be joined with one or more others and house many. 
The males of Ceralt's party chose to stand their tents singly, only Ceralt and Lialt combining 
their tents with Telion's to make a larger one, and in very little time, the weeping females had 
been led within shelter. I was somewhat tempted to feel pity for the females, yet scorn for 
their weakness and helplessness rose too far to the fore. These village females wept and 
moaned and cried of tortures forced upon them, yet they knew naught of what true torture 
meant. That which had set them weeping and groaning was no more than every-time doing to 
a Midanna, and this was not all that set them apart from a warrior. To so easily show 
weakness seemed a part of village slave-women, and no shame appeared to attach itself to 
them over such humiliating actions. Shame, I knew, touched all in different ways, yet how 
was it possible to cling so tightly to a male and weep so helplessly, and not be touched by 
shame? I knew not where to find the answers I sought, and knew not even if I wished to find 
them, for somehow the matter seemed more complex than one would expect it to be. 
"You seem quite intolerant of the delicacy of the other wenches," Ceralt said, looking down 
upon me with something of anger in his eyes. "Since you do not share their delicacy and 
infirmities, you may now take our lanthay and tie them to the ramuda string. Later, I shall also 
allow you to feed them." 
My chin rose high at the hateful edge to his voice, and sooner would I have walked the lines 
for the Silla a second time than speak of my own need for warmth and rest. Without 
comment, I took Telion's rein and Ceralt's and Lialt's as well, added them to the rein of my 
own lanthay, and walked from the males toward the string of leather which had been hung 
between two of the trees. All of the other lanthay had been tied to that string or two others set 
about the camp and they stood where they had been set with heads down and hooves 
scratching at the snow, seeking that which might be fed upon. I, myself, had the habit of 
seeing to my mount's comfort before my own, yet the males of the party had merely tied their 
mounts and unburdened them before hurrying to the sides of their females. For a journey of 
great importance, the entire thing seemed ill-omened and ill-conceived, and I could not 
envision success with so poor a beginning. I tied the lanthay securely upon the line, giving 
them leather enough to lower their heads, then left them to their useless foraging. The light 
was low in the skies, and no other appeared to sight about the camp, therefore I paused 
some steps before the entrance to Ceralt's tent to rub at the throbbing in my left thigh. As I 
stood close up beside the tent wall, it was then that I heard the voice of Telion from within. 
"Ceralt. I shall say what I must say before she returns," I heard, no humor to the tone of the 
male warrior. "I know not what has occurred between the two of you, but I tell you now that 
should you continue to treat her so, she shall soon grow to hate the very sight of you." 
A brief silence passed after the words of Telion, and then Ceralt spoke, quietly and with a 
great weariness. "She has already grown to hate me," he said quite simply, "and that is 
exactly what I wish her to do." 
"But, why, man?" Telion burst out, with a bewilderment to match my own. "She had begun to 
feel love for you, a love I thought would match yours for her! Why do you now seek her 
hate?" 
"It is all rather simple," Ceralt replied, and I felt that he held his voice even only through effort. 
"Lialt has searched the Snows many times since my return from Ranistard, and each time he 
searches, the more convinced he becomes-there is almost no chance of my living to return 
from Sigurr's Altar, yet Jalav will live-and continue to thrive. Had I allowed her love to grow as 
I so achingly wished to do, she would have been left to mourn and grieve for me-and even, 
perhaps, to seek vengeance for my death-and that I will not have. I now humiliate and shame 
her in every way I might so that pleasure will come to her at my death, not pain. Such an end 
is worth the price I pay." 
"This cannot be so!" Telion protested, and I heard the sound of movement. "And even should 


it be true, it makes no sense! What if you should live after all? And what is to become of the 
wench should you die?" 
"Both questions have already been seen to," Ceralt replied with a short laugh. "If I live, I will 
then attempt to make some sort of reparation for the difficulty I have given her. If reviving her 
love proves impossible, I will then do what I have charged Lialt to do in the event of my death-
find a man who is capable of giving her kindness she can accept, and a life which will be 
gentle for her. I will not have her returning to her former life of blood and battle, and my 
cruelty will have one beneficial aspect-she will soon yearn desperately for a kind word or look, 
and will cling to any man who gives her that. In such a way will she accept the man chosen 
for her." 
I could not believe the words I heard, and I stood numb in the growing wind, knowing not 
which way to turn my thoughts. I had never felt this-"love"-for Ceralt, yet-Ceralt was to die? 
And I was not to be allowed to mourn or avenge him? The shame he had given me was 
deliberate, his actions to a purpose, for he was to die? 
"Ceralt," began Telion slowly, "there are things which you do not know, and therefore cannot 
have taken into account. You must change your tactics with the wench, for I now understand 
why she sought to goad me into destroying her." 
"Destroying her?" Ceralt barked, and sounds of sharp movement came. "What do you speak 
of?" 
"Gently," Telion soothed, and again there were soft sounds. "You know well enough that I 
would not harm her, yet she caused a madness in me that nearly took her life. I shall not 
speak of that which she used to produce the madness, yet you have my word that the action 
was deliberate. She desperately sought not the kindness you spoke of, but the death we both 
know she was pressed to seek once before." 
"Death," Ceralt echoed, an illness clear in his voice. "Why in the name of the Serene 
Oneness must she seek death rather than kindness?" 
"Perhaps because she has been led to believe that kindness does not exist," Telion replied 
heavily. "You asked me once of the lashing she had at the hands of Galiose, and I turned the 
talk to other things rather than speak of the matter, yet now I feel the time has come to speak 
of it. Ceralt, she was given twenty-five strokes of the heavy lash, and then she was given to a 
Captain of the Palace Guard named Nolthis, a man known to all save Galiose as one who 
broke women to his will, one who took great delight in shattering them. It was Inala who freed 
her from Nolthis, and even now it sickens me to recall Inala's words of how he kept our black-
haired wench. Should I ever again lay eyes upon this Nolthis, I will speak to him with swords 
of my feeling for him." 
"Galiose," Ceralt choked, and a dull, heavy thud came. "Galiose and Galiose and Galiose! 
The thing between us grows larger and larger with each new thing I learn! Twenty-five blows 
of the heavy lash! Given to a Guardsman who delighted in her torture! Ah, Jalav mine, how 
did such a thing come to be?" 
"And then she became yours," Telion continued, remorselessly. "I know not how she came to 
obey you; however I do know that she sought death at my hands. She once had trust in me, 
looked upon me as a brother warrior despite my being-male, yet now, in her eyes, I am no 
other thing than male, a thing to be hated and distrusted. How well have your plans gone, 
brother? Once free of you, she will never mourn any male, no matter what kindness he shows 
her. She will spit upon his kindness and his lifeless corpse as well." 
A sound came from Ceralt, a sound I could not put name to, yet a sound which most often 
came with the thrusting of one's sword into another's belly. I turned from the sound and the 
tent and the males, and made my way back to the tree near which the lanthay were tied, and 
crouched down beside the tree, resting my shoulder upon it. No more than a small part of the 
sky remained light, and the wind sought to open my garments to the caress of the cold, yet I 
crouched in the darkness, huddled into my fur, and fought to clear my mind. 
Ceralt was to die. This, above all things, stood out so clearly, though I knew not why it should. 
I hated the male, hated the very thought of him, so why did I not rejoice at the thought of his 
death? He had shamed me and humiliated me many times over, had stolen the vows which 
made me his slave, had denied to me all that had ever had meaning, and yet thought of his 
death did not bring me joy. This, then was the loss Lialt had once spoken of, the loss which 
Ceralt had laughed at. Ceralt was to die, and Lialt already mourned, and I was to rejoice at 
my coming freedom, then gladly embrace the male of Lialt's choice. My hands in my fur 
gloves turned to fists, and I pounded upon my knees in voiceless fury. How I hated the male 
Ceralt for seeking to send me to another, how I hated him for the shame he had so 
deliberately heaped upon me-and how deeply I mourned the loss which was destined to be. 
My head bowed low as my arms went about my middle, and I knew not what in the wide 


world to do. 
Some short while after the fall of full darkness, various of the males appeared to tend to the 
feeding of the lanthay, and also to the setting of guard posts. I remained crouched beside the 
tree, seeing the flames within boxes which the males carried to the lanthay, and still I knew 
not what there was to be done. Was I to speak of that which I had learned, or keep silent? If I 
chose to speak of it, to whom would I speak? These questions and others filled all of my 
mind, and were put aside only upon hearing the crunch of snow beside me. I looked up from 
where I crouched to see Lialt, who gazed down upon me with something of disapproval. 
"Has it taken you all this time merely to tie the lanthay?" he demanded, the wind playing with 
his words. "Why have you not come to the tent?" 
"I was told I was also to feed the lanthay," I replied, not wishing to discuss my thoughts with 
this male who so often disapproved of me. I stood straight to face him, and the darkness 
about us howled with the cold. 
"I will feed the lanthay," said he, narrowing his eyes somewhat. "Ceralt wishes you within the 
tent before the cold sucks the life from you. Get you there now and do not dawdle." 
I met his eyes as he spoke, and though I said no words in return, the knowledge came to him 
that it was not he who was to be obeyed, for anger touched him as I turned away. He did not 
call after me as I walked toward the tent, and this seemed strange as I could not walk quickly 
upon my left leg, yet I dismissed the thought as I reached the tent and entered. 
Within the thick, overlapped entrance, a welcome warmth was to be found. The tent, perhaps 
three paces by four in area, of a height great enough for the males to stand erect across most 
of it, made of tan leather upon the outside, was white-furred within, both walls and floor, and 
was lit by a number of small boxes with flames. At the far side of the tent and to the left of the 
opening flap, stood two knee-high boxes of thin, light metal, each filled with dull black stones 
which glowed red with the heat of the fire within them. Some of the black stones had begun 
turning gray, and the pleasurable warmth came from these two sources. I pushed back the 
hood of my fur body covering and began removing the devices called gloves so that I might 
open the body covering, and Ceralt looked up at me from where he sat to the left, back 
toward the far wall. 
"It should not have taken you so long to see to the lanthay," he informed me, something of 
Lialt's disapproval in his tone as well. "This cold is not the sort one stays out in unnecessarily, 
and I do not wish to see you fall ill. Remove the furs and your boots, and come here." 
Not knowing what reply might be made, I made none, doing no more than glancing toward 
Telion, who sat cross-legged to the right, oiling his sword, before doing as Ceralt had bid. My 
body and leg furs I left beside the flap before going to Ceralt, and walking was much the 
easier without the weight of the leg furs upon my feet. The feel of the fur beneath the hand 
which had raised me erect spoke of lanthay as its source, showing that those of the villages 
used more of the beasts than their backs. The thought of doing the same with gandod was 
amusing, yet the amusement turned quickly to startlement when Ceralt reached up without 
warning and threw me to the fur beside him. 
"You have, as yet, no true knowledge of this cold," said he, taking my right foot in both of his 
hands and beginning to rub it. Strangely, at first I could not feel the rubbing, and then the 
feeling returned with a rush of stabbing needles, as though I had knelt upon the foot too long, 
and I moved uncomfortably in his grip, unable to extricate the foot. 
"Even through the boots, your feet will become frost-bitten if you stand in the snow too long," 
said Ceralt, finishing with the right foot and then taking the left. "In this weather, you are to do 
what you must as quickly as possible, and return to the warmth as soon as may be. Do you 
understand?" 
As he then had my left foot, I was able to do no more than nod in response to his question. 
The brisk rubbing not only awakened painful life in my foot, but echoed and reinforced the 
ache in my thigh. I showed none of the pain I felt, yet it was a near thing. Beads of moisture 
grew upon my forehead, and I had grasped the lanthay fur in both fists before I was finally 
released. 
"You may now cook and serve our meal," Ceralt allowed, leaning back in the fur to reach to 
the place where he had put his sword. It was not the same sword which had hung upon the 
wall of his dwelling, yet his gentle touch upon the weapon clearly showed his fondness for it. 
He took as well a soft cloth and a small pot of oil, and I raised myself slowly from the furs and 
went to the packs of gear which had been placed at the back of the tent. With no eyes upon 
me, I was able to wipe the sweat away, then search for the meat which was to be our 
provender. Mid-fey meal had been cooked, dry meat, much like leather, and had I had the 
choice, I would have done better without. 
Cooking the meat above the hot, black stones was not like cooking upon a fire, and Lialt had 


long since returned before the provender was edible to the males. Ceralt divided the meat in 
three, and I felt the heavy touch of annoyance upon realizing that I was again to share his; 
the need for obedience was a constantly grating noose about the neck of my dignity and clan 
position. War leaders of the Midanna were not raised to be slave-women to males. 
Telion accepted his provender with no more than a grunt of pleasure, yet Lialt eyed me in a 
strange manner before I turned from him. I knew not what the strangeness meant, and had 
taken two steps from him when suddenly he spoke. 
"Woman, remove your leggings," said he, a snap of annoyance to his tone. "I have no doubt 
that you said not a word!" 
I halted in the middle of the lanthay fur, making no attempt to turn toward him for I felt I now 
knew what his look had meant, yet Ceralt raised his head from the meat and sent an inquiring 
gaze toward his brother. Lialt made a clear sound of annoyance, and shifted where he sat. 
"Have you not seen how she favors her left leg''" he demanded of the others, confirming my 
suspicions. "The foolish wench has undoubtedly strained the healing wounds, yet stubbornly 
refuses to speak of it! Does she seek to cripple herself permanently?" 
Ceralt had straightened where he sat, anger in his light eyes, and he threw the hair back from 
those eyes with a shake of his head, fastening his gaze upon me. 
"It appears that she is again ruled by that misbegotten pride her kind seem to favor," he 
replied to Lialt, yet his words were also for me. "I will see that pride forgotten by her, to be 
replaced with common sense, else I shall see to its removal myself. For this, Jalav, you have 
my word. Remove the leggings and return to Lialt." 
His anger was familiar, yet my own anger was a full match to it. I stood in the lanthay fur, my 
hands turned to fists, and looked down into the blaze of his eyes. 
"The insolence of males!" I hissed, fury growing high within me. "Is a sense of dignity to be 
yours alone, jealously denied to any who cannot also be called male? In what manner are 
you harmed when I choose not to speak of what pain I may feel? That Mida knows of my pain 
is sufficient, for it is she who brings healing, not Lialt and his salves and potions! I am a Hosta 
warrior, a war leader of Mida, and my pride in such is beyond your ability to take! You may 
draw your blade and take my life, male, yet my dignity is mine!" 
Ceralt seemed taken by frowning surprise at my outburst, yet by the time my words were 
complete, he no longer remained seated as he had been. He stood before me, tall and 
strong, and the feel of his fingers in my arms was much like the grasp of metal. 
"Why must you be so ignorant a savage?" he demanded, shaking me at the urging of his 
anger. "Why do you not yet know that never would I raise a weapon to harm you? Why have 
you not yet realized that your precious Mida moved not a single finger in your defense when 
you faced those other savage wenches, yet Lialt strove through light and darkness, forgoing 
his sleep and sustenance, straining his abilities to the limit, to coax forth that tiny spark of life 
which was all that remained to you?" His hands ceased their shaking, his eyes filled with 
pain, and his voice, which had been so full of anger, became no more than a hoarse whisper. 
"And when will you become as other women, sharing your pain with me so that I may soothe 
it? When will you show a need for me, a need beyond that of the furs? Your sense of dignity 
disallows such things, and I am to accept it?" His voice choked then, and the desolation in his 
eyes was swept away by the shaking of his head, as though he shook sleep from him. "It is 
idle to discuss such things, idle even to think upon them. Remove your leggings and go to 
Lialt, and no more backtalk from you." 
He thrust me back toward Lialt then, with little anger, yet his strength was such that I nearly 
tripped in the lanthay fur from the thrust. He returned to the place he had chosen to sit amid 
silence from the other males, and I, too, could think of no further words. When speaking with 
Midanna, it was ever clear that those who spoke all spoke of the same matter, yet speech 
with males was a time of confusion, for males were wont to speak of things far distant from 
that which a warrior expected. From pain to pride was an easy step, yet how was one to go 
from pain to need? As I slowly removed the leg coverings from me, the constant confusion I 
felt among males swelled greatly, attempting to swirl my mind away with lack of 
understanding. How was a warrior to deal with males, when their very thoughts were beyond 
all rational bounds? 
"As you are about it," said Ceralt, taking my thoughts from a place of spinning, "remove the 
balance of your garments as well. A man's leather may be necessary for the journey, yet it 
has no place here in my tent." 
I looked upon him then and he returned the look, yet there was no further trace of the anger 
and dismay he had shown but a few moments earlier. He meant no more than to command 
his slave and see himself obeyed, and would not allow the matter to be discussed. With lips 
tightened to a line of anger, I turned from him again and commenced the removal of the 


balance of the leathers, knowing only that the fey of my freedom was inevitably approaching. 
Upon its arrival, this matter and others would be well seen to. 
When all of my garments lay thrown to one side, Lialt put his meat aside and gestured me 
closer. He had earlier gone to the packs at the rear of the tent, and had returned with a 
covered pot which seemed familiar. As I stood before him, he uncovered the pot to show a 
pink liquid, thick yet thin enough to flow slowly, and I knew the why of the pot's familiarity. 
Ceralt had once used the pot's contents upon me, just as Lialt now placed his fingers within 
the liquid, then raised them covered to my thigh. The liquid seemed cool to my flesh, yet a 
moment of gentle rubbing removed the coolness and also somehow eased the ache in my 
thigh. Lialt looked critically upon the other tracks of Silla spears, added the pink liquid to those 
he disliked, then took a cloth upon which he might wipe his hands. 
"She should now rest," said he to Ceralt, reclaiming his provender and biting from it. "With her 
wounds as recently healed as they are, the journey will not be easy for her." 
Ceralt nodded and looked upon me sourly. "The journey would be less difficult for any other 
wench in her place," said he, his eyes for some reason impatient. "Jalav being Jalav, the 
difficulties will surely increase. Place yourself there, wench, belly down and lying still." 
The other males chuckled at Ceralt's words, yet I was able to see no humor in them, nor was 
I able to find approval in his command. The place to which I had been directed was in the 
midst of the males, and my reluctance as I lay flat in the lanthay fur was great indeed. I did 
not care to be in the midst of the males, belly down and unclothed before them, no more than 
a pace from any of them. The lanthay fur was soft, holding my breasts and belly and thighs 
gently; however, the eyes of the males were not soft. All fed upon the provender I had 
prepared, yet none seemed immersed in the business of feeding. Lialt lay at ease upon his 
left arm and side, his jaws busily working the meat he had been given, his eyes moving 
openly upon me as they had not done when the pot of liquid had been in his hands. Telion sat 
cross-legged to my right, healing his hunger absently, his eyes deeply involved in following 
the line of my body where it lay before him. Ceralt, too, studied me where I lay, the bright look 
in his eyes most familiar, and it came to me that each of these males had had me, that each 
had made me writhe beneath him, helpless before his manhood. I lowered my eyes to the 
white fur beneath my arms and studied it, allowing no more than the memory of Telion and 
Ceralt beneath the hands of my warriors to come to me. I held to such memories, yet the 
weight of the eyes of the males upon me did not lessen. 
I lay so before the males for a number of reckid, and my mind insisted upon returning to the 
strange words Ceralt had spoken to me upon the matter of pain. He had voiced a desire to 
share and soothe my pain, a thing I did not fully understand, yet perhaps it was something of 
an explanation for the actions of city women. Should other males feel as Ceralt did upon the 
matter, city females would be taught to voice their pain rather than refuse it acknowledgment 
as Midanna were taught. I saw no reason for such a thing, for pain is more easily bested in 
silence, yet city females voiced their pain to their males, perhaps in the foolish hope that the 
pain would be more quickly lessened. Thus far was I able to struggle toward understanding, 
yet meaning for the balance of his words eluded me. A warrior often called upon her sisters 
for aid, for they were Midanna and often of the same clan, yet which Midanna would be 
foolish enough to seek aid from a male? Males wished use from a Midanna and blind 
obedience, and I knew not why Ceralt would speak of asking his aid. What aid would a male 
spare for a warrior? And what need had he meant, a need I might find for him beyond the 
need of the furs? In what other way does one feel need for a male? Of what good are males, 
that a warrior would feel need for one? I tugged at the lanthay fur beneath my fingers, rubbed 
my cheek upon its warmth and softness, and fought inwardly to know the meaning of the 
thoughts of Ceralt. 
"Jalav." Raising my head brought sight again of Ceralt, for it had been he who had spoken, 
and who now looked more directly into my face. His meat had been consumed, yet a portion 
of it remained, already cut, and I had no doubt as to the reason for its having been left 
untouched. 
"You have not yet been fed," said he, moving closer to where I lay. He now sat cross-legged 
just before me, his knee near to my face. As he looked down upon me, a gentleness entered 
the strange, light eyes of him. "The fey has been long for one so recently healed," he said. 
"Surely you feel hunger?" 
I knew not what he sought with such a question, the answer to which should have been 
obvious, and therefore remained silent under his gaze. With the wordless passing of time, the 
gentleness faded from his eyes to be replaced with his usual look of strength. 
"Woman, I require an answer," he said, his voice without anger yet tinged with impatience. 
"Do you feel hunger?" 


"Jalav feels some small hunger," I replied cautiously, wishing to give him naught with which 
he might shame me further. My hunger was indeed great, as it had been for some time, yet I 
would not show weakness before males. 
"Good," said Ceralt, smiling as though pleased with my response. "The female Jalav feels 
hunger. Why, then has the female Jalav not fed herself?" 
A frown came to me upon hearing his question, and I could not rid myself of the feeling that 
he spoke to a purpose. Too often males speak in dizzying circles, yet Ceralt had a look about 
him that I had seen before and knew well. The male had set himself to bedevil me, perhaps 
with that which he termed a lesson, perhaps to idle time away in amusement, yet bedevil me 
he would, with none to deny him. 
"I do not know what answers you seek," I informed him, finding difficulty in raising my head 
high. I lay upon my belly before him, my neck already stretched so that I might see him, and 
the position was not one easily described as dignified. 
"Allow me then to assist you," he chuckled, his hand reaching forth to brush loose hair from 
my cheek. "You hunger, yet have not fed yourself, and there is but one reason for this: men 
have not given you permission to do so. Do you understand my meaning?" 
"Indeed." I nodded, certain that he would not care for my reply. "Males fear to set themselves 
against Jalav in the hunt, therefore has she been kept from it. Were she able to hunt, she 
would not hunger." 
A noise, somewhat similar to strangling, came from Telion, and when I looked toward him, 
saw that his hand rubbed at his face as he coughed. I thought it likely that he had swallowed 
wrong and returned my gaze to Ceralt. The light-eyed leader of those called Belsayah also 
looked upon Telion, though not kindly, and then his annoyance was again directed toward 
me. 
"You are in part correct," said he, lowering his brows to look upon me sternly. "Jalav is 
female, and females do not hunt. Should a female wish to eat, she must look to a man to 
provide for her. Each morsel you eat is provided by me, and should I wish to punish you, you 
will be made to go hungry. I shall not go hungry, nor shall Lialt nor Telion, yet should it be my 
wish, you will not be fed. Is this now more understandable to you?" 
The cut-up meat lay clear to my vision, and Ceralt's words were equally as clear. Should the 
male be displeased with me, he might easily deny me sustenance, disallow my feeding as 
easily as he formerly demanded it. My insides churned at the thought, increasing my hunger, 
yet my anger would not be denied. 
"Were Jalav able to hunt, she would feed," said I, moving my eyes from Ceralt's. "Should the 
need arise, she is well able to do without." 
Ceralt's hand came to my chin, and again I was made to look upon him. "Jalav shall not 
hunt," said he, the words clearly pronounced. "Jalav is female, and shall eat only if it pleases 
me to feed her. Should I not be pleased to do so, Jalav shall have no choice save to do 
without. A woman eats only at the pleasure of men. Hear my words and recall them clearly, 
wench. I shall now feed you for it pleases me to do so." 
He then took a bit of meat and placed it between my teeth, watching closely to see that I 
chewed and swallowed as he wished. The meat was cold and overdone, slick with fat which 
had congealed, and surely was the taste of it more bitter than any meat ever given me. I fed 
by the will of Ceralt, my hunger seen to by that which he had no desire for, given a male's 
leavings and only because the act gave him pleasure. My fists curled tight as each bit of meat 
was placed between my teeth, and rage grew higher in me at what the male had done. I, a 
war leader of the Hosta, had been put to her belly before a male and made to feed from his 
hand! Not through her will did she feed but through his, and the thought nearly drove me 
insane! Mida, hear me now! When is my captivity to be at an end?! 
Mida heard not, and Ceralt would not see me free from him till the last of the meat was 
consumed. I was achingly aware of the presence of the other males, and when I was at last 
allowed to move from beside Ceralt, I could not fail to see how they looked upon me with 
amusement. I moved just past Lialt and Telion, lying again upon the fur with Lialt to my right, 
Telion to my left, and Ceralt beyond my feet, and Lialt's chuckle was clear even though I did 
not look upon him. 
"I feel the wench now has a deeper understanding of her place among men," said he to 
Ceralt, his voice heavy with approval. "Such understanding is necessary for every female." 
"Some do not see it so and must be taught," agreed Ceralt, a satisfied sound to him. I 
grasped the lanthay fur beneath my hands and cheek and ground my teeth in silence. 
"A woman's anger is understandable as well," said Telion quietly. "Should the wench be one 
who has never sought the presence of a man, should she be as wild and as free as the 
urchins of a city's poorest district, she will undoubtedly be hurt and bewildered when chosen 


by men to serve them, yet she should not be. A wench who is sweet-bodied and fair of face 
will ever find herself sought by men, and there is little she may do save learn to serve them 
well." 
"She must learn there is no denying men's desires," said Ceralt, seemingly agreeing with 
Telion's words. "Rage as she might, men will take her and keep her, using her as they will. 
Turn upon your back, woman, so that men may look upon you to their pleasure." 
I had no will to turn as Ceralt commanded, yet there was naught I might do other than obey. I 
turned to my back, sending my eyes to the tent roof so that I need not look upon the males, 
yet I knew that their eyes were directly upon me. 
"See how nicely her hip turns," said Lialt, a thickness to his voice. "Full, firm thighs above 
rounded calves, heavy breasts to cushion a man, slender arms to hold him close. A woman 
without doubt, Ceralt. A woman of great desire." 
"Aye," said Telion, his voice much like that of Lialt. "Long black hair in which a man may twist 
his fingers as he takes her. Use of a short-haired woman is not the same." 
Their need was as clear in their voices as it was in the smell of them, and I brought my arm to 
cover my eyes as I choked out, "I am a warrior of Mida, a war leader of the Hosta!" The fierce 
whisper was to have been for my ears alone, an aid against these males and their 
insistences, however all heard and all laughed softly. 
"She seeks to cling to her former beliefs," said Ceralt, less amusement than satisfaction to his 
tone. "She has begun to know the falsity of her former position, has begun to feel her 
vulnerability before men, and desperately strives to regain her former viewpoint. See how 
tightly her thighs are clasped, a foolish female attempt to keep men from her. We have been 
told we have a warrior before us, brothers. Who would be the first to show the warrior her 
womanhood?" 
"I would be pleased to do so," breathed Lialt from my left, so close that his hand caressed my 
calf and moved upward to my thigh. I cried out in misery and attempted to force him from my 
side, rising half upward from his lanthay fur to grapple with him, yet ,there was no besting the 
strength of a male. Gently yet irresistibly I was returned to my back, my arms held above my 
head with my wrists pinioned in one of Lialt's hands, and then he began to search for my 
heat. Through my distress, I was determined to give no response to him, sure that my body 
would feel no desire for one such as he, yet his hand forced its way between my thighs and 
his lips bent low to taste of my breasts, and I could not deny the demands he put to me. In but 
a few reckid, sobbing and mewling, I writhed beneath him, aching for the feel of his manhood, 
begging to be taken with every motion of my body. Lialt, a male, knelt above me, his fingers 
and tongue and lips taking all he desired, his eyes bright with the knowledge that I could no 
longer deny him, and I trembled with the memory of how I had taunted him. I was now his to 
do with as he pleased, and my needs would slay me were he pleased to leave me unused. I 
need not have feared, however, for my legs were suddenly thrust apart and Lialt was deep 
within me, taking me as completely as though I were slave to him. 
When Lialt's need had been seen to, I lay upon my side in the dimness of the tent, my knees 
drawn up to my belly, my face buried in my arms. Great shame had been given to me that 
darkness, yet it was a shame borne of my own failures, my own crippling needs. To defy Lialt 
in future would be idle, for it was easily seen that he need do no more than touch me to bring 
me groveling to his feet. I wished desperately to speak with Mida and ask her what might be 
done to lift the curse from my body, yet she had said she would not walk my dreams again, 
and there was none else to whom I might speak. 
A hand touched my arm, slowly, caressingly, and in my startlement my head flew up from my 
arms. Lialt, I knew, sat and shared near-renth with Ceralt, and this was Telion who now sat 
beside me. His light eyes, shadowed, looked down upon me, yet even shadowed there was 
no mistaking his intent. 
"Telion, no!" I whispered, seeking to back from him in the fur. His hand moved quickly to 
grasp my hair, and then he had taken me in his arms. 
"Jalav, this is a woman's purpose," he murmured, his hands moving about me. "Do you feel 
no desire for me?" 
My breasts were hard against the red-gold hair of his chest, his manhood was a rock in my 
thigh, and to my horror, my heat had again begun to rise. 
"Telion, I wish to be left to my misery," I whispered hoarsely, looking up into his broad, male 
face. "Release me, for I indeed have no desire for you." 
"A wench would do well to learn not to lie," chuckled Telion, stroking my hair. "For lying, you 
must now be punished." 
And then his hand went to me, and I gasped and stiffened in his arms at the touch. The 
moisture flowed from me as though I were just emerged from a stream, and I could not keep 


from crying out again and again. This the males found highly amusing, for Telion would not let 
me rest. Over and again he caused me to sob and cry out, digging at his arms with my 
fingernails, my body a desire-racked, flailing thing whipping about beside him. When I 
screamed and threw myself upon him, he grinningly held me still and demanded to know if I 
yet felt desire for him. I wept then and screamed again and the male at last saw fit to ease my 
agony. Much pleasure did this Telion bring me, yet he stayed till his own pleasure had been 
taken in full measure. When he left me, I knew well that I had been used, and my mind was 
too beclouded to think. 
I must have slept briefly, for the next I knew, Ceralt's foot nudged me awake. The tent had 
been dimmed to one small flame in a box, and the previous warmth was nearly gone, for the 
two pots of black stones had been quenched with water. Lialt and Telion lay wrapped in lenga 
pelts to the right, and when Ceralt saw my eyes upon him, he gestured to the left. 
"Take yourself to my furs, woman," said he, stretching hugely before beginning to remove his 
leathers. "The journey begins again with first light, and I wish to sleep." 
Miserably, covered with the smell of males' satisfaction, I crept to Ceralt's furs and within 
them. His dark form moved about briefly till his leathers lay disgarded, then he, too, had 
slipped within the furs beside me. He moved a bit to find comfort, and then his arms were 
strongly about me, holding me to his broad chest. There was naught I felt the need to say, yet 
his hand found my chin and lifted my face toward his. 
"This darkness you were punished, little varaina," said he, his voice soft as breathing. "Do 
you yet understand the reason for your punishment?" 
Though I could not see him, I knew his eyes were upon me and that he would feel the shake 
of my head. I had not known that I had been given punishment, nor was I able to see a 
reason for such. Ceralt sighed, and his hand moved gently upon my face. 
"You were given punishment for having declared yourself a warrior," said he, the gentleness 
of his touch matched in his tone. "My Jalav is a woman, no longer a warrior, and so long as 
she insists upon ignoring this truth, so long will she be punished. Lialt and Telion found no 
warrior beneath their hands, but a woman, one who could not deny men their due. Your body 
has learned what your mind has not, that you are now bound to men as tightly as any other 
woman. Soon your mind will know it as your body does, and your anger and misery will be no 
more. It is that fey which I look forward to." 
I made no answer to his words, yet my mind seethed with fury. The male sought to break me 
to his will, to enslave my mind as he had enslaved my body, yet this I would not allow. I was 
in possession of Mida's words that I remained a favored warrior, and this, above all else, 
would keep me from the folly of belief in his words. It shamed me deeply that I was unable to 
deny Lialt and Telion, yet this, too, must have a purpose in Mida's scheme of things. I would 
not cease to believe in my warriorhood, nor would I refrain from speaking of it should the 
occasion arise. 
"That stubbornness has taken you again," said Ceralt, annoyance sharpening his tone. "I can 
feel the stiffness to your body, the refusal of your inner self to obey. If further punishment is 
what you seek, varaina, so be it. Your use will be free to my brothers till the fey you declare 
yourself a woman and mine. Upon that fey you may ask that I alone use you, and perhaps the 
favor will be granted. At this moment, however, I feel a desire to be pleasured. See to 
pleasing me, woman, and do not be clumsy. " 
He released me and lay flat upon the furs, and I sat up and stared at the dark shape of him in 
confusion. 
"I know naught of pleasing males," said I, never having heard the demand before. "Are males 
not pleased through the use of females?" 
"They are," agreed the dark Ceralt shape, "yet there are other means by which man may feel 
pleasure. Do you recall our first meeting, in the woods three feyd from Bellinard? Think back 
to the time, varaina, and do to me now that which you merely began at that time." 
The time of our first meeting was easily recalled, yet the memory brought dismay rather than 
enlightenment. What I had done to Ceralt was a warrior's way of firing a male without the use 
of the sthuvad drug, and was not meant to be used upon a male who was unbound. I 
attempted to explain this to Ceralt, yet he refused to hear my words, demanding instead that I 
begin to serve him. His fist in my hair disallowed further discussion, and the results of my 
efforts were far more distasteful than even I had imagined. Ceralt could not resist the touch of 
my lips and tongue upon him, yet I, too, found the flames lapping high in my belly. The heat of 
him, the smell of his desire, the feel of his firm, male body beneath my hands-madly I thought 
myself again in that forest, a bound male before me, my warriors ranged about awaiting their 
own pleasure. I laughed and told him of how I would take and use him, and then the horror of 
the true situation was forced upon me. The male I had thought bound was free to throw me 


beneath him, and then I, not he, was taken and used, a lust not to be denied driving him 
harder and harder. I cried and sobbed many times during that use, not all deriving from 
pleasure, and when the storm had passed and I again lay quietly in his arms, his body still in 
possession of mine, I at last knew the full dangers of arousing a male. Weaponless, a warrior 
might do naught to deny him, weaponless, she could only endure. 
"You need not fear punishment," murmured Ceralt, and his lips touched my hair very gently. 
"Long had I wished to find myself before you in such a way again, only this time unbound, 
and my wish has been granted. You have given me great pleasure, and perhaps, in the 
future, I might again allow you to pretend to warriorhood. " 
He chuckled then and kissed me a second time, his arms closing more tightly about me so 
that I might not struggle free. My struggles lasted only a brief time for I had little strength left 
with which to struggle, yet my anger continued to seethe even till Ceralt had fallen asleep. 
That he would "allow me to pretend to warriorhood" was the foulest blow of all, for he had 
made it seem that my actions had been no more than obedience to his desire. I moved 
angrily in the prison of his arms, then drew my breath in sharply as his manhood throbbed in 
response to my movement, sending a weakness through me that could not be overcome. 
Even in his sleep he was able to debilitate me, take my strength and fire my blood so that I 
could not resist him. I pressed my lips to his chest, tasting the sweat upon the hairs there, 
then licked at the spot as I moved my hips, gently soothing the desire begun in me. Ceralt 
slept on, all unknowing, and soon, I too, was able to sleep. 

CH 13. A halt in the journey-and a thing termed reading 
The new fey brought a strengthening of gold in Mida's light, yet even the gold was unable to 
ease the clutch of the cold upon all beneath it. Once again the lanthay made their way 
through white mounds surrounded by bare, leafless trees, a landscape of desolation and 
emptiness which seemed to demand the reason for life being found in any of us. The village 
females rode farther ahead with their males, frightened yet, though less than they had been, 
apparently greatly eased by the rest of the darkness. I, of all in the set save Ceralt, rode 
alone, I near the end of the formation, Ceralt at its head. No others save Lialt and Telion sat 
their lanthay behind me. 
My solitary position was of my own choosing for I had much to think upon. The happenings of 
the darkness before had been disturbing, yet no less so than the happenings of the new light. 
Upon first awakening, each of the males had paused before donning his leather to press his 
lips to mine, yet none had sought nor attempted my use. Each had seemed most pleased 
with the world about him, and each had given me greetings for the new fey with friendliness 
and lack of anger and disapproval. Never before had males seemed so pleased with a 
warrior save during her use, and I could not see what end they hoped to accomplish. Full 
suspicious and wary, I had folded Ceralt's furs and those of the others, then had accepted the 
bit of dried meat given me. This had been consumed beneath the eye of Ceralt, he who was 
pleased to allow me to feed, and then was I commanded to don my outer garments so that 
tent and all within it might be prepared to journey further. 
The gold of Mida's light shone blindingly from many places in the snow, bringing an ache and 
tears to the eyes when one looked upon it. It was not well to ride a forest with eyes closed, 
yet there was little I might do even should an attack come, for I sat weaponless among males. 
I closed my eyes, giving the burden of where we rode over to my lanthay, feeling the cold 
upon my face, the movement of lanthay muscles between my legs, hearing the sounds of our 
passage and an occasional voice floating back from those before me. Lialt and Telion had 
spoken to one another earlier, yet now rode in paired, companionable silence. My thoughts 
continued to touch Ceralt and the other two males as well, again searching for one who might 
be spoken to of the death seen for Ceralt by Lialt. There seemed to be an acceptance of this 
on the part of the males, an acceptance foolish where the will of Mida and the demands of 
honor were not involved, one I did not fully understand. I slitted my eyes to catch a glimpse of 
where we rode, finding no more than that which had gone before, and struggled to know the 
workings of the minds of males. 
The journey continued through the early part of the fey, and to the surprise of myself alone, a 
village appeared at the time of the mid-fey meal. It stood much as Ceralt's village had stood, 
wooden dwellings ranged about an open area, yet it also lay somewhat quieter, gripped in the 
fist of cold and snow. More than a hand of males came forth to greet us, each bowing 
deferentially to Ceralt and calling him High Rider, and then we were led to the overlarge 
dwelling of the village, where village females had prepared provender for those who rode with 
us. It was easily seen that those of the village had known of our coming, and also easily seen 
that the females of our traveling set had great need of such comforts as were provided. They 


crowded round the fire over which meat roasted, happily warming the cold and ache from 
their bones, chattering in relief to those females who tended the provender. The males had 
been welcomed with the presence of skins of near-renth, and sat about in a circle of 
companionship, passing the skins about as they spoke and leaned at ease. Only one female 
had failed to join those at the fire, one who had instead placed herself to the left of the hearth 
where she might partake of the warmth yet avoid those others who moved herdlike near the 
provender. She called Famira stood apart from the circle of females, closed from their midst 
by purposely turned backs, shut out by ears which would not hear her, eyes which would not 
see her need. She had gazed longingly upon the happiness of the others before placing 
herself apart from them, for the other females, seeing her held firmly in place by the hand of 
the male Cimilan, had lost their fear of her and had turned their faces from her, denying her a 
place among them. This the dark-haired female had accepted without protest, appearing to 
my eye as having been emptied of protest. I took my gaze from her as I removed my fur body 
covering, reflecting that the cold of the land would not be bested by running to warmth at 
every opportunity. Better to remain a distance from the fire, the more easily to reemerge into 
the cold once the feeding was done. I crouched beside a far wall, away from those others 
with whom I traveled, knowing myself content to be undisturbed by males, knowing also that 
the female Famira might no longer be considered an enemy. She knelt in silent misery, her 
hands clasped before her, her head bowed, the laughter and speech of the others in the 
dwelling a painful prison holding her without. She had not the inner strength of Midanna to 
stand firm in the midst of enemies, nor was she able to think of those about her as enemies. I 
felt something of pity for the luckless female, for her previous arrogance had been caused by 
the reluctance of others to teach her differently, and now she alone bore the fruits of the 
actions of all. She did not weep in her misery, a thing to her credit, yet she was no longer fit to 
be called enemy to a Midanna. 
With the provender full roasted, all of the females carried wooden squares to the males who 
sat drinking from skins. Those females of the village vied for the opportunity of serving Ceralt, 
and to a lesser extent, Lialt and Telion, and the males laughed at the manner in which the 
females pushed one another aside in their frantic desire to be pleasing. The female Famira 
fed beside the fire where she knelt, yet all of the others of the females went to their males 
with boards of their own. Ceralt, seemingly taken with the presence of the new village 
females, gave his laughter, and looks of approval to them alone, sparing no whit of attention 
for the warrior who crouched alone beside a wall. This, then, was that which Ceralt wished 
from a female-empty-headed laughter with no cause, looks of desire which lowered shyly 
upon his seeing them, gentle touches to his arm in anxious effort for his attention, eagerness 
to serve his needs no matter their nature. I looked to the well-worn boards beneath my feet. 
Seeing how clean they were kept, knowing the deed had been done by females. Ceralt 
wished a female who would be pleased to keep the floor of his own dwelling so, one who 
knew naught of the use of arms nor the call of Mida. This, he thought, might be had from a 
warrior of Mida, yet he knew not how foolish such a thought would prove to be. There had 
been those warriors of Mida who had been taken by males and changed from that which they 
once had been, yet no war leader had been numbered among them. War leader to Mida was 
a special state, and I, more than any, was Mida's alone, pledged to serve no more than her 
will till the last breath had fled from me. I heard again the senseless laughter of the females, 
and made no effort to look upon them. They and their doings held pleasure for Ceralt, I and 
my doings giving no more than anger. All those in the dwelling saw happily to their hunger, 
and I, acrouch beside a wall, had none to see to. 
Much time fled in the consuming of the provender, yet the males seemed unconcerned over 
the loss of trail time. I, deep in my thoughts and far distant from the dwelling, knew naught of 
their having finished till a presence was felt quite near me. I raised my eyes to see Ceralt 
above me, standing beside the males of the new village, and all appeared much interested in 
the look of Jalav. Ceralt rested his hand upon the hilt of the blade he wore, a thoughtful look 
to him, and one of the males beside him gestured toward me. 
"And this, you say, is the wench," said he, uncertainty in his tone. The male stood less than 
the height of Ceralt, broad yet lacking Ceralt's broadness, dark of hair and eye as were all of 
the village males save Ceralt and Lialt. Though I knew no reason for it, I cared little for the 
doubt he showed, and rose to my full height as Ceralt nodded. 
"This is she for a certainty," said Ceralt, an unexplained gleam in his eyes. "Are you able to 
look upon her as she stands before you and continue to doubt?" 
"See what she wears about her neck!" exclaimed another, and all eyes went to the carved 
hadat upon its tie which lay upon my leather body covering. My life sign was meant to be 
seen, and for this reason I had taken to wearing it above my garment rather than below it. 


The gathered males made sounds of astonishment and surprise, and he who stood nearest 
Ceralt locked eyes with me, attempting to cause me to lower my gaze, yet I felt no shame 
before these strangers. That I had been captured was no matter of pride, yet capture may 
happen to any. 
"She is not a wench of the villages, that is for certain," said the male beside Ceralt, a frown 
creasing his brow. "The insolence in her eyes seems nearly a match to her size." 
"She is wild yet and displeased with her lot," said Ceralt with indulgence, a faint grin pairing 
with the gleam in his eyes. "It is my intention to make her fully mine before the journey is 
ended, a thing which she is aware of yet does not care for. She will learn the proper respect 
for men, for this you have my word." 
"A satisfying assurance," grinned the other male, clapping Ceralt upon the shoulder. "Even 
though she is chosen by the Snows, she is no more than female and must be taught her 
place. Hannil will not care for such a look of insolence." 
"The females of Hannil's village are more slave than woman," replied Ceralt with distaste. "I 
enjoy the sight of obedience in a wench, yet slavelike obedience turns my insides sour. If a 
wench has no spirit, where is the pleasure in taming her?" 
"The matter is not pleasure to all men," laughed the second male, a greater look of respect 
for Ceralt entering his eyes. "As you are not far distant from your rendezvous point with 
Hannil, will you not pass a longer time with us? We are always honored by the presence of 
our High Rider." 
Ceralt smiled and turned to place a hand upon the other male's shoulder. "And I am always 
honored by the hospitality of my Headman Levanis," said he, true warmth in his tone. 
"Though we have, in truth, small distance yet to be covered, you must remember the 
presence of the wenches. It will require the balance of this fey and part of the next before we 
will reach the rendezvous point. Perhaps the return journey will allow for a longer visit." 
"The Serene Oneness make it so," said the male called Levanis, the sound of sincerity in his 
tone. The other males, too, added their voices to his, showing the regard in which Ceralt was 
held. Each came to place a hand upon Ceralt's shoulder, and then, with all body furs 
replaced, saw us to our mounts. 
Mida's skies had turned gray when the village was once more behind us. The cold remained 
as it had been, yet a lessening of the wind made it more bearable to one's cheeks. We rode 
as we had earlier in the fey, yet with the loss of the glare upon the snow about us, the ride 
had become more enjoyable. I now was able to look about myself, though the benefit in such 
a state remained to be seen. After perhaps a hin of travel, Ceralt left his place at the head of 
the formation and rode back toward my own position, yet was hailed by Lialt before he had 
reached his objective. Lialt and Telion continued to ride behind me, and Ceralt urged his 
lanthay to a place close beside Lialt's. 
"I do not care for the look of these skies, brother," said Lialt, eyeing the grayness above us 
with displeasure. "Perhaps it would be best if I were to walk the Snows this darkness and 
search for the likelihood of a storm." 
"No," said Ceralt, and his tone was clear with decision. "I know not how often you may need 
to walk the Snows upon this journey, and I will not see you lost by cause of unnecessary 
walking. Save your strength, brother, for the time it will most be required of you." 
Lialt sighed, and the sound seemed to be one with the gray of the skies. "As you wish, 
Ceralt," said he in obedience. "Though I know a storm cannot be stopped by my searching it 
out, still I would prefer the freedom to search. I am not to walk the Snows again till we have 
reached Siggur's Peak?" 
"I would prefer it so," replied Ceralt, "yet I fear that blindness till then will not aid us. You shall 
walk the Snows in a fey or two, when Hannil and his riders have joined us and our journey is 
properly begun." 
"And our lot from the Snows unavoidable," added Lialt, his voice flattened so that all emotion 
might be kept from it. "Are you so eager to embrace what has been seen for you that you give 
no thought to its avoidance?" 
"In what manner might it be avoided?" demanded Ceralt, anger and annoyance amingle in his 
voice. "Shall I refrain from making this journey and thereby cheat the Snows of their due? 
Would this be possible, brother?" 
Again Lialt sighed, and I kept my eyes upon the backs of those before me, making no effort to 
turn again to see the faces of those who spoke. 
"Such a thing would not be possible," said Lialt, his voice no longer willing to argue. "Forgive 
me, Ceralt, for having spoken of it. I, above all others, should know the futility of defying the 
Snows." 
"The words were born of concern," said Ceralt, and a sound came as though he had gently 


clapped Lialt upon the shoulder. "Such concern means much to me, Lialt, yet we need not 
speak further upon the matter. Our paths have all long since been set, and now we have only 
to follow them." 
Lialt made no further reply, nor did Telion add comment to the discussion, and a moment 
later Ceralt's lanthay had been ridden up beside mine. I raised my eyes to look upon the male 
who was destined to lose his life at the end of the journey he had so willingly begun, and the 
cold of the air dug deeper into the flesh of my body. 
"A wench's face looks best in the cold," observed Ceralt, reaching out a hand to touch my 
cheek. "The blush of winter is most becoming, yet it cannot be comfortable for you. Should 
the cold increase, I will fashion a veil of cloth to cover your face and protect it. How sharply do 
you feel your having gone unfed?" 
Briefly I studied the calm and serenity of his face and eyes, then looked away from him. 
"Jalav feels no hunger," I replied, knowing it easier to go unfed in the dead white and dark 
twists of the woods about us. Ceralt made a sound of disbelief and reached forth a hand to 
turn my face to his again. 
"What Jalav pretends not to feel is her punishment," said he, a sharpness having entered his 
eyes. "A woman's place is beside her man, seeing to his needs and serving him. Jalav kept to 
herself rather than kneel beside Ceralt, leaving him to be seen to by others as though he 
were womanless. For this, Jalav was denied her provender, so that she might consider her 
actions upon an empty belly. Consider well, wench, and ask the aid of the gods in cooling my 
anger. Should you fail to do so, your hunger may continue for some time." 
He then removed his hand from my face and kicked his lanthay to faster motion, riding ahead 
once more to resume his previous place at the head of the march. My lanthay attempted to 
follow his, and I found it necessary to hold my mount close, allowing it to do no more than 
dance in place. When the lanthay was once more resigned to its position, I looked ahead at 
Ceralt's broad back and considered his words. How like a male to make a warrior his captive, 
and then feel disappointment when she will not do him as a slave of the cities! Had Ceralt 
wished such a female, he would have done well to choose another. I looked about at the 
bleak landscape once again, then silently called down the curse of Mida upon Ceralt's head. 
His speaking of having refused me provender had brought a hollowness to my insides, 
recalling clearly the outrageous need my body had lately shown. Only once before had I seen 
such a thing, when a warrior of mine had been healed of a serious wound. Her appetite then 
had been great indeed, and Rilas, Keeper of our clans of the Midanna, had said that feeling 
so was necessary to replace lost blood and flesh. My hunger, however, outdid that of my 
warrior, and I recalled that her healing had not been as rapid as mine had been. Perhaps the 
rapidity of my healing was the cause of the hunger, yet whatever the cause, the hunger 
remained, I moved about upon the lanthay, causing it to dance again, and refused to consider 
the number of hind left to the fey. 
Full darkness was not far from settling about us when the silent, gentle white began falling 
from the skies. It did not fall as thickly as it had in Ceralt's village, and the cold seemed 
lessened by its presence. No wind blew as we continued on, and I saw that each tiny bit of 
white disappeared as it touched my lanthay and my coverings. Although the dimness had 
been made much lighter by the falling white, we rode only a short time before stopping in a 
white-covered clearing. Lines were strung for the lanthay, tents were erected, and those of 
our party separated to enter their individual shelters. After seeing to my lanthay, I entered 
Ceralt's tent to find that the male had already lit the flame-boxes upon the walls, and had also 
set the black stones to burning. None other save Ceralt was in the tent, and he glanced at me 
when I had stepped within. 
"The coals will soon be ready to cook upon," he said, poking at the black stones with a rod of 
metal. "Remove the trappings of a man, and prepare yourself for woman's work." 
I hesitated no more than a moment, then began removing furs and leather. Though the heat 
from the black stones had not yet reached all corners of the enlarged tent, the warmth of the 
shelter made coverings unnecessary after the cold of the open. As I removed all coverings 
from my body, I made careful note that such coverings were unnecessary, yet the shame I 
felt was not much lessened. Ceralt wore all leathers and furs save body furs, yet I had been 
commanded to bare myself. He kept his eyes from me till the last of my leather lay upon the 
lanthay fur, then he turned from the dying flames to examine me closely. 
"Much the better," he murmured, a faint smile upon his face. "There are few things more 
beautiful in a man's eyes than the soft body of his woman. Come closer to me, wench." 
I had no wish to approach him, yet how might I have refused? He put aside the metal rod as I 
neared, and drew me into his arms. 
"You are truly lovely," he said, looking down into my eyes. "Each fey you grow to be more of a 


woman and therefore lovelier. I look forward to the time you are all woman." He then lowered 
his head and touched his lips to mine, and the scent of him and his leathers brought a 
dizziness upon me. I was held so gently, so tenderly, and then his lips were gone and soft 
laughter came from him. 
"More than satisfactory," he murmured, his hands astroke upon my hair. "Go now and fold 
your clothing and put it to the side, then prepare the meal." 
His arms were removed from about me, yet a faint, pleasant tingling remained in my flesh. I 
brushed my hair back from my arms, more than aware of the bareness of my body, then went 
to see to the garments I had removed. Ceralt had turned again to the black stones, and as I 
knelt beside my coverings and folded them, my eyes strayed to the large male who stood so 
unconcernedly near. A strange feeling had come upon me as he had held me in his arms, a 
feeling far from the desire he had ever bred in me, yet somehow also linked with it. I knew not 
what the feeling meant, yet the thought of it caused me to shiver where I knelt. The shame I 
had felt at his command to disrobe was gone, replaced with the desire to feel his eyes upon 
me once again. A Midanna cared little for garments, using only a clan covering upon her 
womanhood to bespeak her pride in her clan, and never had I cared whether the eyes of 
males were upon me or not. Now, through some sorcery on Ceralt's part, I longed to show 
him my body and feel his approval. What had the male done to me, that I should feel so? I 
shuddered again, holding firmly to the thought that I was a warrior of Mida, and rose to take 
my garments to the side of the tent. It would be necessary to resist the doings of the male, yet 
I knew not which doings should most be resisted. The question would require deep 
consideration, and I would spend whatever time I might upon it. 
Ceralt left the tent briefly, then he and the others returned by the time the provender was 
prepared. Each male had paused by the entrance to the tent before coming well within, and 
each had wiped the bottoms of his leg furs so that the snow upon them would not be brought 
in with their steps. The lanthay fur upon the tent floor was thick, although patches of wetness 
made walking and sitting uncomfortable. Lialt and Telion had come to inspect the progress of 
the provender, each also looking upon me with a wide grin, and then they had gone to sit at 
their ease and pass about a skin of near-renth. They spoke quietly to one another of trails 
and lanthay and snow, and when the meat had been divided by Ceralt, they accepted their 
portions with eagerness. I had also roasted fellin tubers to add to the meat, and with the 
tubers divided among them, I attempted to withdraw to the back of the tent. My middle had 
been knotting since first I had looked upon the raw and bloody meat to be roasted, yet Ceralt 
would not leave me be. 
"Come and kneel beside me, satya," he called, gesturing to the fur beside his left leg. I knew 
not by what name he now called me, yet it made little difference. By any name I was his to 
command, and the thought turned my body stiff as I knelt beside him. His dagger had cut a 
piece of the meat I had roasted, and it was this piece which he took between his fingers. 
"Eat this," he directed, holding the piece to my lips, his eyes clearly upon me. I thought then 
that he was again of a mind to see me fed, yet after the first piece had gone down my throat, 
no others were forthcoming. He returned without comment to his own feeding, cutting piece 
after piece, and my empty belly rumbled so loudly that all within the tent must have heard: I 
glanced at the other males, who seemed completely immersed in the business of swallowing, 
then licked my lips and looked back toward Ceralt. I could not bring myself to ask to be fed no 
matter how great my hunger, yet the decision was taken from me. Ceralt raised his eyes to 
see my face, and a smile grew as he looked at me. 
"A thought has come to me," he said, his smile growing broader as I watched a bite of meat 
to his mouth. "Earlier, I told you that you must cool my anger before you might be fed, yet it 
now seems likely that you have no knowledge of how this might be done. I think it best that I 
instruct you in the method I prefer. " 
I shook my head, wishing none of his instruction, and his smile turned to broad grin and 
laughter. 
"Heed me now, satya," he chuckled, moving his eating board to the right upon his lap. "Place 
your cheek there, upon my thigh, and soon, perhaps, we may see you fed." 
In great misery, I lay my face upon him, knowing that shame and humiliation were again to 
come to me. Ceralt had removed the covering from his broad chest, yet the leather leg 
covering remained to bring a cool touch to my cheek. I knelt beside him, bent at the waist to 
lay my face upon his thigh, and his hand came to stroke my hair where it lay against him. 
"It is clear that you feel great hunger," he said, "therefore you must show regret for the 
actions which caused your punishment. Put your lips to my leg and say, 'I should not have left 
you unattended, Ceralt. I ask your forgiveness'." 
He sat silent after these words, awaiting my response, but my response was not immediately 


forthcoming. Thought of saying such words choked me voiceless, yet Ceralt had not said I 
might refuse them. Sooner would I have seen my body consume itself in its need, yet I had 
been commanded to speak. Again I thought of the possibility of being forsworn, although 
such a shame was beyond my ability to conceive of. I struggled in the silence about me, yet 
never have I been able to win a struggle with my sense of right. My fist clenched where it lay 
upon Ceralt's thigh, and I turned my face so that I might press my lips to his leg. 
"I should not have left you unattended," I whispered, unable to look upon the face of the male. 
"I ask your forgiveness." 
Surely did I expect great laughter to come from him then, yet no more than his hand came, to 
caress my hair once more. 
"Forgiveness shall ever be yours, satya," he whispered, putting his lips to my hair. "You have 
only to ask, and it will gladly be granted you." 
In great surprise, I raised my eyes to his, finding no meaning in his words nor in the look in 
his eyes. Why had he not laughed at my humiliation, and why had he spoken as he had? And 
why, in the name of Mida, did I feel none of the humiliation I had thought to feel? The words 
forced from me had given pleasure to Ceralt, much as though the ache of a wound had been 
eased, yet a male's pleasure was ever a warrior's shame. This was ever so! Why, then, was 
there no shame within me for having spoken so? I whimpered with the torture of these 
thoughts, yet Ceralt saw and heard not, for he was busily cutting upon what meat was left. 
"Now you may eat in a proper manner," he said, a lightness having entered his voice. "Sit up 
where you are and I shall feed you." 
I raised myself erect as I had been and accepted what meat he gave me, yet my mind whirled 
in confusion as I gazed upon him. I felt the need to question what had occurred between us, 
yet I also felt a great reluctance to face what answers there might be. I had many times told 
Ceralt that I might never be his, yet there had been a time when I had wished this might not 
be so. Now, as I looked upon the dark of his skin, the merriment in his eyes, the joy in his 
movements, the strength of his body, I knew that this wish had returned to plague me. It could 
not be, it could never be, yet the Ceralt of old had returned as well, and my desire for him had 
increased tenfold. To be held by him, to feel the warmth of his lips upon mine, these were 
sufficient to drive all other thoughts and desires from me, yet I remained, as always, bound to 
Mida. And Ceralt, himself, was destined to die! Was this the sole manner in which I might be 
freed from him? Is his coming death in truth your doing, Mida? Have you consigned him to 
the final ending so that your warrior might continue to move slowly in your service? I spoke so 
to Mida deep in my heart, yet she continued to withhold all answers from me. 
When the last of the provender was within me, Ceralt took me in his arms and held me upon 
his lap as though I were a child. I had attempted to harden my heart toward the male, 
knowing that Mida had refused him to me, yet the touch of his hands upon my arms sent all 
thoughts of hardness flying from me. I wished only to be held by him, yet the sparkle in his 
eyes gave hint of some definite purpose even before he stroked my side and spoke. 
"Satya, there is now another thing I shall teach you," he said, grinning. "As I have allowed you 
to satisfy your hunger, you shall show your gratitude by saying, 'Ceralt, I thank you for having 
fed me.' Then you are to raise your lips to mine." 
I squirmed in his grasp, knowing that this time he would find amusement in my words, yet I 
was unable to refuse. Seeing my agitation he laughed gently and held me closer. 
"The words will come more easily when you have said them enough times," he assured me. 
"As you shall say them each time you are fed, in a matter of feyd you will no longer hesitate. 
Come now. Let me hear them." 
"Ceralt, I thank you for having fed me," I stumbled, feeling my cheeks blaze up at the grin he 
showed. I lay in his arms, naked and helpless, and this he knew full well. 
"An excellent beginning," he pronounced, his light eyes filled with laughter. "Now offer me 
your lips." 
Slowly I raised my lips to his, cursing my captivity, yet the strength he showed taking my kiss 
gave proof to the true nature of my capture. My body had been chained to his, his to do with 
as he pleased, mine to do only as he allowed. I submerged myself in the glory of his lips, 
aching deep inside as my need began to grow, yet his lips left mine sooner than I had 
expected, too soon to build the full blaze of desire. 
"It is now time for a woman's true service to begin," Ceralt murmured, his eyes lazily upon 
me. "Telion must leave soon to share the watch of the camp, therefore you are to offer him 
your use before he departs. Go to him quickly, for time grows short." 
I was then released from Ceralt's arms and placed upon the lanthay fur before him, there to 
sit and contain my anger and confusion as best I might. It was Ceralt I desired, not Telion, yet 
it was Telion to whom I had been sent. My hair lay half beneath my legs, causing a painful 


pull at my scalp, a thing which gave me no aid with my humor. Ceralt lay at his ease in the 
lanthay fur, his eyes calm, his face unconcerned, doing no more than awaiting obedience. 
Once he had said that I must ask to be kept as his alone, yet how might a warrior of Mida 
speak such words to a male'? It was Mida to whom I belonged, Ceralt being no more than the 
male who had captured me, no more than temporary possessor of my sworn word. Males 
knew naught of the ways of Midanna, and this lack would be their downfall. 
Angrily taking my eyes from Ceralt, I rose to my feet and looked about the tent. Lialt lay upon 
the lanthay fur not far from me, as bare-chested as Ceralt, yet his attention had been 
captured by a leather bound sheaf of white material, a thing containing black strokes which 
seemed to hold meaning for males. This sheaf lay beneath a flame-within-a-box, the light 
shed from the box falling upon the black strokes, and Lialt kept his eyes upon them, to all 
appearances far from the tent in which he lay. Telion stood to the rear of the tent, beside the 
metal container upon which I had cooked, his arms folded across his broad chest, his eyes 
held by the glow to be seen beneath the now gray stones. He alone wore all of his leathers, 
and the distraction of the two males brought me a good deal of annoyance. So usual a thing 
had my shaming by Ceralt become, that those others within the shelter no longer took note of 
it. 
Telion seemed unaware of my approach to him, and as I halted beside his left arm, I studied 
the male who called himself warrior. Despite his capture and use by the Hosta, Telion had 
often shown feelings for warriors unmatched by any males I had heretofore met. He alone 
had shown no upset at my prowess with weapons, and he alone had kept whatever word he 
had given to me. It was true that he had joined with Ceralt and others in the capture of the 
Hosta, yet I had heard him say that he had done what was necessary to possess Larid, she 
whom he called the wench of his heart. Though I knew not what to make of the male, it often 
seemed that had all males been as Telion was, warriors might more easily find a point of 
truce with them. As I stood immersed in thoughts such as these, Telion grew aware of my 
presence and turned his eyes from the glow to regard me. 
"What is it you wish, girl?" he asked, the words soft so as not to give insult. His arms 
remained folded across his chest, and again I thought that his leg furs gave unneeded 
additional height to his form. His light eyes continued to regard me as I attempted to 
recapture the manner in which I had once looked upon males, yet the effort was beyond me. 
A Midanna's desire for males would always be with me, yet I had learned to know their 
unbridled strength and be wary of it. 
"Have you come to me merely to stand mutely and stare?" he asked again, amusement 
entering his tone and eyes. "It is ever a pleasure to look upon you, wench, yet if you have 
come to speak with me, I would have you do so." 
He stood patiently awaiting what words I would utter, seeing something of the difficulty those 
words bred within me. Ceralt had commanded that I offer myself to him, and this was the 
difficulty that I faced. Not that Telion was to have me, but that the having would be by Ceralt's 
will and not mine, was what grated upon my pride. Too, the feelings engendered by my lack 
of clothing underscored the place Ceralt wished me to have: not that of a warrior seeking 
pleasure of her own, but of a mere female, begging the gift of manhood for her femaleness. 
My hands came together about my life sign, and my eyes sought the lanthay fur beneath my 
feet, the better to avoid Telion's calm gaze. Undoubtedly I would have stood so till I was 
forsworn, had Telion's hand not come to my chin to raise my face. 
"I believe I know the purpose of your presence," he murmured, his strong fingers seeing that 
my eyes looked up to his. "Say the words, satya, and do not count the shame. Soon all sense 
of shame will be gone from you." 
There was little comfort in such assurance, indeed the thought brought bitter laughter. What 
other thing than shame might a warrior find among males, even with such males as Telion? I 
released my life sign and stood somewhat straighter, yet still found the need to look upward 
toward Telion. 
"I have come to ask that I be allowed to serve you," I forced myself to say, knowing that the 
choice of words would please Ceralt, and perhaps Telion as well. "Should you wish it, my use 
is yours." 
Telion continued to hold my face in his hand, and a faint smile touched his lips. "I am able to 
find no fault with the words," he murmured, "yet the feelings behind them seem less 
amenable than they should be. I will, however, respond only to the words, for a man without 
his woman is a man in great need." 
Telion released my face then, and busied his hands with removing his swordbelt and breech. 
I stood quietly before him, nearly resigned to my lot while I dwelt among males, and was 
somewhat startled when his arms drew me to his chest rather than immediately putting me to 


my back. 
"You are indeed a lovely morsel," he said, touching his lips lightly to mine. "But for the shining 
black, your hair is much the same as Larid's. I find much joy in your hair and hers. As I am 
unable to have her beside me, I thank the Serene Oneness that it is you who warms her 
place. She, too, I know, would be grateful." 
He took a deeper kiss then, and one so full of desire that my head turned with dizziness. 
Telion was truly a male fit for warriors, and was deep within me even before I had realized 
that he had lowered me to the fur. The pleasure he gave was intense but brief, for his name 
was called from without the tent when he had barely begun, and he made haste to satisfy his 
need before leaving me. With the spilling of his seed, his lips came to mine again, and then to 
my ear. 
"There is no shame in giving a man pleasure," he whispered rapidly, the smell of him strong 
in my nostrils. "It is a woman's purpose, along with the bearing of his children. Learn this well, 
satya, and take joy in the joy you give others." 
Again he kissed me, and then he was gone, to replace breech and swordbelt, hurriedly don 
body furs, and at last depart the tent. I shivered somewhat from the rush of cold air his 
departure brought, and moved uncomfortably in the furs where he had left me. Telion's desire 
had been seen to, yet mine growled hungry within me, aroused and scarcely touched. There 
was little joy to be found in such brevity of use, and I twisted about in the furs, commanding 
my hips to be still, finding myself disregarded by my own body. The lanthay fur was warm and 
soft, and I stretched wide upon it, my arms above my head, my body twisted to one side, the 
toes of my feet pointed, yet the heat refused to leave me. I raised my head to search for 
Ceralt, thinking to use his body to satisfy mine, and found Lialt's eyes upon me instead. The 
male seemed interested in my movement in the fur, and a sudden heaviness within me 
brought to mind the sure knowledge that Lialt, too, must be served before Ceralt would have 
me. I turned to my belly and put my cheek to the fur, feeling the same impatience with Lialt 
that I had always felt, yet unable to move my gaze from where he held it. Lialt, a male, smiled 
with sudden amusement, and my cheeks grew red as the knowledge which had come to him 
also visited itself upon me. 
"I see she is capable of learning," Lialt laughed, and I knew he spoke to Ceralt. "See how she 
tries to hide her body, brother. She has learned that she must serve me if I desire her, and 
therefore seeks to hide herself from my eyes." 
"I have always known her capable of learning," Ceralt chuckled beyond my sight as I twisted 
about in humiliation. "And now the thought comes that she may be taught other things of 
value upon this journey. I would much enjoy seeing her taught to read, Lialt, and perhaps 
your efforts would prove to be more fruitful than mine." 
"The thing is not difficult," Lialt pronounced, looking at me thoughtfully as I stretched my head 
about to gaze at Ceralt in protest. I had no desire for this thing called "read," yet Ceralt's face 
seemed set and determined. Once before I had been forced to such foolishness, and the 
experience had not been pleasant. 
"Reluctant students are often the best when finally reached," Lialt said, seeing my lack of 
desire. "Come and see this, Jalav, and tell me if it holds meaning for you." 
Ceralt gestured briefly that I was to obey Lialt, and once again my fate was sealed. With a 
deep and weary sigh, I rose from the furs and went to where Lialt lay, seeing that he had 
moved the sheaf with black strokes so that I might look upon it. The strokes held as little 
meaning as ever, and knowing full well that I had once been beaten for the utterance said, 
"The foolishness holds no meaning for any with wit. Males alone find meaning where there is 
none." 
Lialt glanced up at me where I stood, and rather than show the anger I had expected, his 
eyes were filled with a patience I had not before seen. 
"All things have meaning," Lialt said, touching the black strokes gently as he gazed upon 
them. "In order to learn the meaning of things, one must first learn that there is, indeed, a 
meaning to be learned. Kneel before the book, wench, and we will begin by teaching you the 
names and sounds of each of these letters. " 
Lialt waited until I had knelt where he had indicated, then he sat himself straight beside me to 
point at various strokes and make odd noises. My repeating these noises seemed to satisfy 
the male, yet the process went on and on, finding no end. My body's needs had not 
diminished, and all too soon I found that the nearness of Lialt had indeed increased them to 
the point where I was barely able to kneel without writhing. Lialt's eyes remained upon the 
sheaf of strokes, therefore I turned my head to see what Ceralt was about. Had he asked it 
then, I would surely have begged my use without hesitation. 
"You will not find the letters there," Lialt's voice came just as I had noted Ceralt's dozing form. 


"What is it you wish from my brother?" 
I returned my gaze to Lialt and found again that similarity to Ceralt was not as Ceralt himself. 
Lialt narrowed his eyes as he inspected my face, and then some understanding came upon 
him. He raised the palm of his hand to rub gently at my breast, and smiled at the gasp that 
was torn from me. 
"Are you that badly in need?" he murmured, setting my body aflame with the touch of his 
hand. "I had thought Telion's use too brief to see to you, and now you prove the thought true. 
Widen your thighs." 
I did as he bid, unable to refuse, knowing that I would sooner have his use than no use at all, 
shamed by the feeling but unable to deny it. Lialt was male and I had need of a male, yet 
satisfaction was not soon to be mine. Lialt touched me lightly, seeking and finding the flow of 
moisture from my body, and then his hand was gone. 
"When you have learned the names and sounds of three letters, I will use you," he informed 
me, a grin strong upon his face. "Until then, the lesson will continue, and should your 
attention flag I will increase it." 
He returned then to the strokes and their calling, and I moaned where I knelt, knowing full 
well that Lialt might easily have me writhing should it suit him, for he was male and I was 
chained by my need. A desperation had entered me, centering about his promised use, 
forcing my attention to the strokes he pointed to, yet I feared that all effort would be useless. 
Again and again I sought meaning in the meaningless, and when the strength of my seeking 
grew fainter than it had been, Lialt's hand between my thighs renewed the desperation and 
the effort. At last, most likely through the intervention of Mida, some small similarity for certain 
of the strokes appeared to my eye, and Lialt pronounced himself satisfied with my learning. 
Weakly, nearly sobbing, I was taken in Lialt's arms, and my hunger was such that Lialt was 
long in the seeing to it. Ceralt was again awake when Lialt left me, and I was sent to his furs 
as he saw to the flames within the boxes. I knew not where I would find the strength to serve 
Ceralt's needs, yet the question was seen to of itself. Ceralt had the strength to tend his own 
needs, and my body, as always, was his to command. Ceralt commanded, I obeyed, and 
sleep was long in coming. 

CH 14. A place of meeting-and an exchange of slaves 
Although the snow had ceased before attaining too great a depth, riding the next fey proved 
more difficult than it had previously. The lanthay plowed through the mounds, sometimes 
jumping from one place to another, and more than one of the village females had to be 
seated behind a male to keep her from falling to the snow. Our progress was slow until we 
reached a rising of the ground, and then we were able to continue more easily, for it seemed 
the snow lay to a lesser depth there. None seemed pleased by the presence of new snow, 
and Lialt looked constantly upon the deep gray of the skies, his worry clear to any with eyes. 
Should the snow come again, and in larger quantity, the journey so eagerly begun might well 
end no farther than the woods we rode. 
When Lialt rode ahead to join Ceralt, Telion came forward to pace his lanthay beside mine, 
saying no word yet looking upon me with satisfaction. With the arrival of the new light, Telion 
had requested my use from Ceralt, saying that thoughts of Larid during the darkness had 
rendered him nearly unable to ride. Ceralt had commiserated with the other male's need, yet 
had shocked me by pronouncing the decision mine. It would not always be mine to decide, he 
had said, yet at that moment, my use was mine to give or keep. Telion had turned calm eyes 
upon me, unangered by Ceralt's decision, and all had watched me closely for my decision. 
There was little to think upon in the matter, for I did not wish Telion's use, yet I was not given 
time to voice this decision. Telion, perhaps seeing the thoughts of a war leader in my eyes, 
quickly took me in his arms, saying he would allow me longer to think upon the thing, and 
then put his lips upon mine. Filled with indignation, I sought to free myself, yet amid the 
laughter of Ceralt and Lialt, Telion had little difficulty calling forth the heat in me. The decision 
which was to be mine then became a raging need, much to the satisfaction of Telion, who 
then saw well to his own need. With his hands and lips upon me, I had not been able to deny 
him, and thought of this disturbed me more than having been forced to his service. Was it not 
solely Ceralt but all males to whom my body was enslaved? Would there come a fey when I 
found myself unable to deny any of them? If this were so, what then would become of her 
who had once been a war leader of Hosta? Seated upon my lanthay, I shivered as though 
from the cold, yet the cold had come no farther through my leathers and furs than ever. 
A short, thin gust of wind blew, seemingly alone in the area between the trees, stirring the 
cold and the fur of my lanthay, passing well below the motionless roof of gray in the skies. All 
Midanna knew that the stronger the wind, the sooner the change from fair skies to foul or foul 


to fair, and apparently the lands of males saw the thing the same. Mida had sent no wind to 
rid her skies of the grayness of clouds, and these clouds would stay above our heads till they 
had emptied all within them upon us. 
"For a journey demanded by the gods," remarked Telion from beside me, "there seems to be 
little from them in the way of approval. We are barely able to travel now, yet further snow is a 
constant threat. Perhaps they merely wish to amuse themselves watching us founder 
beneath a sea of white." 
The male gazed sourly upon the skies so close above us, one hand holding to his lanthay's 
rein, the other hand twisted within the lanthay's neck fur. Telion continued to yearn for the 
leather seat left behind upon his kan, and sat his current mount with little more confidence 
than the females of the village. I smiled at his discomfort for I felt none of it myself, and his 
satisfaction with his earlier actions dimmed to annoyance. 
"There is little call for such smugness," he growled. "Though you ride that beast as though 
born to it, should the rest of us founder you, too, will cease to be." 
"This set is not meant to founder," I replied, too pleased with the male's annoyance to allow it 
to fade. "Mida, too, speaks of the journey as necessary, therefore shall it be completed. Once 
completed, I shall continue in her service for I am not yet done with it." 
Telion turned his head sharply to gaze upon me, and frowned in a way that seemed to have 
little to do with his previous annoyance. 
"Again you speak of your Mida," said he, his tone displeased. "Does she continue to walk 
your dreams as she did upon that first instance? When will you learn that Ceralt has taken 
you from such things, and that they need no longer trouble you?" 
Strangely, his displeasure seemed more for Mida than myself, yet his understanding was far 
from complete. 
"That Ceralt has captured me is of no moment to Mida," said I, attempting to show him the 
right of it. "It is her will that I travel with this set, and it shall be her will when I am freed from it. 
There is a thing I must do for her, yet she was not spoken of what the thing might be." 
The male's eyes turned cold, and he straightened upon his lanthay. "The only will you need 
concern yourself with is Ceralt's," he growled, a low, cutting edge to his voice. "It is by 
Ceralt's will that you ride here, and by his will alone shall you remain. Were he to hear you 
speak of this Mida again, he would see you soundly punished. Can you not comprehend the 
fact that you are his wench? He has taken you and will not allow a return to your former, 
savage existence!" 
Telion had kept his voice low, to disallow its traveling to those who rode before us, yet the 
strength of his displeasure came to me clearly. He insisted upon seeing me as no more than 
that which Ceralt wished me to be, and my anger at such a state of affairs loosened my 
tongue injudiciously. 
"So I am his, eh?" I hissed, nearly spitting the words at him. "For how long am I to be his? Till 
he is struck down at this journey's end? And then to whom am I to belong? Pah! The plottings 
of males disgust me!" 
Telion drew back from the blaze of my anger, a stricken look upon his face where once his 
own anger showed. I turned my eyes from him, studying the backs of those who rode before 
us in an attempt to calm myself, and his hand and voice came to me unexpectedly. 
"Jalav, you were not to know that," he protested, his hand tightening about my arm. "Ceralt 
wished you to remain ignorant of the possibility to spare you unnecessary pain. There is ever 
the chance that he might live." 
"How great a chance?" I demanded, turning again to rake him with the blaze of my eyes. "As 
he accepts the matter as though it were the will of Mida, how great can be the possibility of 
his survival? Have males no sense of rightness that they ride to their deaths with joyous 
acceptance in their hearts? Should death come to a warrior, she will accept it happily for it is 
her means of attaining Mida's Blessed realm, yet she will not seek it when it is not required of 
her!" 
"Ceralt does not seek his death!" Telion growled, fingers tightening to an even greater 
degree. He no longer appeared stricken, and his anger had returned in full measure. "Women 
have no knowledge of man's ways, of the manner in which his thoughts turn. Ceralt will not 
seek to avoid his lot, for should he succeed in doing so, all those about him would lose their 
lives in his stead. Only by completing this journey and chancing his own ending might he 
avoid the fate so clearly seen for his people. And you are not to speak to him of this, for it 
would serve only to increase the burdens already upon him. Are my words clear to you 
wench?" 
I looked upon Telion, he who had seemed so concerned with my anger, he who had once 
seemed so pleased with a warrior's prowess. Had I expected a request from him to aid in the 


defense of Ceralt's life, my expectations would have come to naught. Wench, he called me, 
helpless female who was to obey all males, one whose sword was unwelcome among those 
of males. Ceralt had wrought well among his brothers, degrading me to them, yet his work 
had not been as successful with himself. Why, if I were no more than a female in his eyes, 
was his concern so great lest I seek vengeance for his death? Does one fear the vengeance 
of a city female in the same manner as one fears the vengeance of a warrior and war leader? 
Ceralt felt no desire to unleash my fury, yet Telion had forgotten the strength of it. In anger, I 
kicked at the side of Telion's lanthay, causing the unsuspecting beast to snort and rear, and 
Telion hastily removed his hand from my arm to grab at the lanthay's neck fur. In such a 
manner did I answer the demand he had put to me, and I allowed my dancing lanthay to 
increase its pace so that we might close the gap which had grown between us and those 
ahead of us. The breath came white from my lanthay's nostrils, as white as from mine, and 
the snow crunched beneath its hooves as we left Telion and his indignant mount in our wake. 
The male was not thrown as he might have been, and a moment or two later found him again 
at my side, yet the words were gone from him and no new demands were addressed to me. I 
made no attempt to look upon him, yet his silence suggested that he had found the 
understanding previously spoken of. 
The new light had not yet reached its highest when we entered a large clearing. The clearing, 
ringed with tall, bare trees all about, seemed sufficient for twice our number and more, yet it 
was there the males halted and began seeing to the unburdening of the mounts. The 
females, freed from the need for further riding, dismounted quickly, handed over the reins of 
their lanthay, and moved away from the activity of the males. Their assistance was not 
required in the erecting of the tents, and the males preferred having them where their 
presence would not be a hindrance. Despite the threatening gray so close above their heads, 
the females laughed gaily as they took themselves across the clearing, some few attempting 
to run in the deep, unmarked snow. I watched them from the height of my lanthay's back, 
attempting to fathom the meaning of their lightheartedness. Perhaps they had no knowledge 
of the gravity of the quest we rode upon, the gravity which kept their males from the same 
gaiety, or perhaps they lacked the sense to appreciate such gravity. I knew not which the 
answer might be, yet I knew that warriors, in their place, would not have done the same. 
"A wench should have the company of other wenches, Ceralt," came Telion's voice from 
behind me. "How is she to learn to be as they if she is ever kept from their midst?" 
I turned to see Telion and Ceralt regarding me, they having dismounted from their lanthay 
and having tied them. Telion stood with arms afold across his chest, an unreadable 
expression upon his face, yet his eyes held a remembrance of anger and disapproval. Ceralt, 
beside him, regarded me with brows drawn together, and his head nodded in agreement. 
"I fear you have the right of it, brother," Ceralt pronounced, self-annoyance tinging his tone. 
"How indeed is she to learn a woman's ways when her constant companions are men? Men 
may teach a woman her womanhood, yet womanly ways are taught by women." 
He came close to the side of my lanthay, then, and his hands at my waist took me from my 
mount and stood me before him. I had not released the lanthay's rein, and as it jumped from 
our sides, Ceralt's hand shot out to halt it, at the same time pulling the rein from my grip. 
"I will see to the care of your lanthay," he informed me, gazing down upon me with a softness 
to the light of his eyes. 
"Take yourself now to the other wenches, and learn what you may from their doings. I should 
have seen to this much the sooner. " 
I attempted protest, yet such an attempt was futile. Telion, in deep concern over my welfare, 
urged Ceralt to discount my "shyness" with other females, a shyness which had kept me from 
joining their ranks sooner. The male knew well enough my thoughts upon city females, yet 
sought to send me to their midst for purposes of his own. Ceralt saw no covert reasons in 
Telion's arguments, therefore was I soon sent upon my way, Ceralt's demands for obedience 
ringing in my ears. 
The deep snow left very little doubt as to the direction taken by the females, a thing which 
soured me further. Midanna are taught to leave no track which an enemy might come upon 
and follow, yet even Midanna would be hard put to see to the thing in the treacherous 
medium termed snow. Little need was there to aid any tracker with as many prints as the 
females had left, yet they had proceeded to leave the full story of their passage upon the 
ground. It came to me to wonder if those males who hunted each new light to fill the set's 
needs also left such an abundance of evidence as to their presence. If so, game would soon 
be scarce indeed. 
The females were not far ahead, yet a large bush, made larger through being heavily laden 
with snow, kept them from my sight till I was nearly upon them. I rounded the bush, 


concerned with keeping my footing in the slick unevenness left by those who had gone 
before, then stopped abruptly to stare at the sight which met my eyes. 
All of the females of the traveling set had rounded the bush, even she who was known as 
Famira. This was easily seen as it was she who knelt in the snow beyond the line of other 
females, her head covered by her arms, her body bent forward to protect her face, all of her 
shaking to the pelting of snow which rained upon her from the other females. The attackers 
laughed and shouted as they threw what was between their gloves, then bent to the ground 
at their feet and grasped a renewed supply of their chosen weapon. Not all threw at once, nor 
did all bend at once, therefore an almost constant pelting fell upon their sole target. In typical, 
empty-headed lack of vigilance, none heard my approach as all concerned were too 
enwrapped in jumping about joyfully and laughing in delight. I halted perhaps three paces 
from the backs they presented me, feeling the increased dampness in the air from their 
disturbance of the snow, and folded my arms in deep disgust. 
"What do you do here?" I demanded angrily, watching as their laughter ceased and they spun 
quickly to look upon me, guilt and fear writ large upon their faces. How like all city females 
they were, pleased to do a thing yet shamed when found doing it. One or two nearly tumbled 
to the churned up snow, so rapidly did they turn, yet the others quickly repented their fear and 
startlement, and anger took its place. 
"Why do you sneak about behind us?" one of the females demanded in turn, brushing a stray 
lock of dark hair from her eyes. "We do no more than that which we have longed to do for 
many kalod! It is more your place to join us than condemn us!" 
"I grow weary of being told what place is mine!" I returned, straightening even further before 
the eyes of these females. "Never have I found the need to hide behind numbers when facing 
a single opponent! Should you wish to see to revenging some past injury done you, face your 
enemy with dignity and with like meeting like. For many to fall upon one demeans your 
motives as well as your actions." 
The females cared little for my words, and muttered angrily among themselves as I looked 
upon them. Some few appeared to be considering the merits in pelting me with snow as they 
had done with Famira, yet I, with legs spread wide and arms afold, was no easy victim for 
their wrath. Should they be foolish enough to attempt the deed, they would soon discover the 
difference between a wench and a warrior. 
The bite of the cold was sharp upon all of us, and the females before me had had the joy 
taken out of their doings. She who had spoken tossed her head as though discounting my 
words, then all began to return as they had come, filing past me with baleful looks for me and 
venomous ones for the female Famira. She called Famira rose slowly to her feet, her gloved 
hands brushing at the snow which covered her, her eyes upon the backs of her departing 
attackers. When all of the females had slowly rounded the bush and vanished from sight, 
Famira turned her eyes to me. 
"And what of you?" she called, her voice edged with bitterness. "Do you come now to avenge 
previous wrongs? Your weakness meant naught to me when we first faced one another. 
Come and take what you feel is due you and have done with it!" 
She stood and faced me, trembling slightly with anger, perhaps even with disgust at the 
actions of those about her. She had little fear of that which I might do to her, seemingly 
looked upon it as merely another burden which must be borne, another indignity to be 
suffered before it might be forgotten. I returned the look she gave me with something of a 
smile, knowing a loss that she might no longer be considered an enemy. Famira the village 
female would have been an excellent enemy. 
I turned from the lone female without speaking and reentered the area of churned up snow 
which had been produced by the other females in their return to the camp. Rounding the bush 
showed that they had nearly reached the now erected tents, therefore did I give attention to 
my footing till I had done the same. Ceralt and Telion saw to the unburdening and tying of the 
lanthay, a thing which was nearly done, and as I approached, the males bent curious gazes 
upon me. 
"Your time among the other wenches was not of considerable duration," said Ceralt as I 
neared him, his hand astroke upon the lanthay he tended. "There could not have been much 
gained in such a brief interlude." 
"Indeed," agreed Telion from where he stood among packs, perhaps three paces away. "She 
was to have learned from the other wenches, not merely nodded to them in passing. She will 
require further time among them to learn." 
Telion's eyes were upon me as he spoke, his face as clear of expression as his gaze was 
not. He continued to seek difficulty for me, perhaps in revenge for that which I had done 
earlier, yet his methods were unpalatable. Had he wished to face me with weapons, he 


should have done so. 
"And yet I have learned a thing," said I to Telion before Ceralt might speak. "For one who 
observes, there is ever a new thing to be learned." 
"This I do not believe," scoffed Telion with a look of derision. "There is naught which might 
have been learned." 
"Perhaps we should ask what this thing might be," said Ceralt as I stiffened with insult at 
Telion's words. To say that a warrior spoke other than the truth was to say that a challenge 
has been offered. 
"It can be naught save the imagination of a female," said Telion, folding his arms. "Yet am I 
willing to be shown." 
Ceralt seemed puzzled by Telion, yet his light-eyed-gaze came to me with a smile. "You may 
show us that which you have learned, satya," said he, attempting to lighten my anger. He saw 
full well how I stood in the snow, a pace from him, my body filled with the desire to wipe insult 
from me. Telion stood as he had, arms afold upon his chest, doubt writ large upon his face, 
and I could not have refrained from acting had the safety of my very soul been in question. 
Rapidly, I bent to the snow at my feet and grasped two handfuls of the stuff, patted them 
together in the shape of a sphere as I had seen the village females do, then hurled the 
sphere toward Telion's head. The village females had thrown as all village females do, poorly 
and with little skill, yet I, as a warrior and war leader, had great skill in the throwing of rocks; 
which is no more than a child's game. Telion attempted to evade the throw by moving to his 
left; yet I had anticipated such a movement and had allowed for it. The sphere of snow struck 
full in the male's face as he cried out in anger and dismay, his cry mingled with that of Ceralt, 
who jumped quickly to my side to prevent the grasping of further snow. I had fully expected 
Ceralt to be filled with great anger, perhaps so great as to beat me, yet the male laughed in 
full amusement as he kept me from further snow, his arms about me to hold me still. Telion 
brushed the snow from him with loud curses as Ceralt and I watched, and when his eyes 
were once again able to see, he sent to me a look so black that Ceralt laughed the harder to 
see it. 
"You see she spoke the truth, brother," he called to Telion, amusement rolling about his 
words. "There seems to be no need to punish her for lying." 
"Ceralt, you must allow me to give her a hiding for this," Telion growled, his flesh reddened 
where the sphere of snow had touched. He stood to his full height, indignation all about him, 
traces of snow clinging here and there to his furs and hair. Telion had long been eager to use 
his leather upon me, and now, at last, his wish was to be fulfilled. I stood in Ceralt's grasp and 
awaited his utterance of approval, knowing how well he thought of the punishment, yet his 
decision, when voiced, brought greater surprise to me than to the other male. 
"I shall not allow it, Telion," said he, his voice soft as he looked upon the male called warrior. 
"Her punishment is mine to mete out, and I do not feel that she has earned punishment. Was 
she not ordered to show that which she had learned?" 
"Certainly," protested Telion, "yet-" His words broke off in great frustration, as though he were 
unable to support the stand he had taken, and I looked up at the male who held me so close 
to him. His eyes came down to meet mine, a familiar softness therein, and the cold of the fey 
seemed to recede behind the warmth his gaze sent. Why had he not allowed Telion his will? I 
wondered, but could not bring the words forth to question him. Did he merely wish to do the 
thing himself? This did not seem to be the case, yet I knew not what to make of his strange 
decision. 
"In future I shall first ask for a description from you," said Ceralt, again amused. "Your eye 
and arm are far too good for the safety of those around you, therefore are you forbidden to 
throw snow in such a manner again. Do you understand?" 
I nodded mutely, understanding his words rather than what lay behind them, and his smile 
increased. 
"Good," said he, his arms briefly tightening about me. "Now take yourself into the tent and 
prepare our mid-fey meal. Cold increases a man's appetite, and I look forward to something 
other than our usual cold mid-fey meal." 
He urged me from him then and toward the tent, he himself returning to the lanthay he had 
been seeing to. I walked from him slowly, barely seeing Telion as I passed him, barely aware 
of the curious look the male warrior sent to me. Why had Ceralt not allowed Telion to beat 
me? Why had he not beaten me himself? The doings of males are strange to a warrior's 
thinking, yet Ceralt continued to do that which was stranger than any of the others. Why did 
he look upon me as he did-and how would he look upon me when Mida had freed me from 
his capture? 
Entering the tent was something of a distraction from the turmoil of my thoughts. Though I 


had expected to see Lialt within, perhaps engaged in the activity termed "reading," the tent 
held naught save that which it always held, a heat rising from the coals which had been set 
aglow. I removed my leg coverings and body furs beside the tent entrance, yet the heat to be 
found within the tent made my leather coverings unnecessary as well. I hesitated as I looked 
about the tent, yet there was no reason to retain coverings which had become unnecessary. 
It was possible that the males would dislike my having divested myself of garments without 
having been ordered to do so, yet the matter seemed of small consequence. There was little 
they might do which had not already been done, and who knew how much longer I would be 
burdened with their presence? Perhaps Mida would act that very fey to free me, and I need 
then no longer concern myself with them. Having made the decision, I quickly removed all 
save the breech about my middle, then saw to warming the meat which had already been 
previously cooked. 
The three males entered a short time later, each eager to partake of their sustenance. Lialt 
chuckled as Ceralt told him of Telion's mishap with a sphere of snow, and Telion, though still 
annoyed at the incident, was also coaxed into a chuckle. The males looked upon me as I 
stood beside the metal holder of glowing coals, a metal rod in my hand, yet none spoke of my 
lack of covering. Perhaps the sight of Jalav pleased them, and they thought themselves more 
fully served having her so. Each showed familiar heat when looking upon me, yet this, too, 
was unmentioned. 
With the males seated and served their meat, Ceralt, predictably, knelt me beside him. I was 
served from his board as always, and with all of the meat consumed, was also taken in his 
arms. It was then that I was reminded of that which I had been bidden to say to him, words 
not easily spoken by a warrior. His arms held me to the warmth of his bare chest, his eyes 
looked deeply into mine, and the weakness which was the curse of his nearness settled 
again upon me, to thin my voice to a whisper and put tremors within my body. I forced the 
required words from my throat, tripping upon them, then raised my lips to my captor, 
trembling as I awaited the touch of his own lips. How helpless a warrior feels so, held in the 
arms of a male, awaiting the touch of his lips which will further drain her strength. Ceralt 
looked upon me as he held me so, a fierceness in the light eyes of him, a greater strength 
than ever in his arms. 
"You are mine and shall be so forever," he whispered as though pronouncing a blood oath. 
"Woman, do not forget the words I speak to you." 
And then his lips took mine, crushing them with the strength of his desire, making my head 
swim. I clung to the arms of him, knowing there was naught I might do to halt his desire, 
knowing too that there was naught I wished to do. My body burned where his hands touched 
my flesh, and I writhed in his lap, consumed by the need he had brought upon me. So quickly 
and easily was my enslaved body made his, captured more surely than by the points of 
spears, held more tightly than by the weight of chains. I moaned as I twisted about against 
him, feeling the strength of his awakened manhood upon my body, fearing that he would 
laugh and push me from him as he had done other times. My fears were unfounded, 
however, for Ceralt's need raged as high as mine. The breech was torn away from my body, 
and then I was thrust to the lanthay fur and entered so strongly that a gasp was forced from 
me. Ceralt's body drove at mine, causing me to cry out even as I rose to him; and it was 
many reckid before the storm passed from him. At last I lay in his arms, still in his possession, 
knowing that had I not been told of Mida's wishes, I would indeed have considered myself his. 
The smell of him was strong upon me, marking me his as clearly as his presence within me, 
and had it not been contrary to the way of Midanna, I would have wept for the loss which 
would be mine. Ceralt would be taken from me, likely by Mida's will, and should that be so, 
there was naught I might do for it. 
"She has truly become much of a woman, brother," came Lialt's voice from above me. I 
raised my eyes to see that he studied me openly with a grin, Telion also agrin by his side. "I 
look forward to my use of her this darkness," said he. 
"I, too, feel so," agreed Telion, resting his arm upon Lialt's shoulder, silent laughter in his 
eyes. "Such use is greatly preferable to the hiding I had wished to give her." 
The two males stood gazing down upon me, and Ceralt's eyes joining theirs in appraisal. "Is 
this what you wish, wench?" asked Ceralt most softly, his right hand gently rubbing at my 
breast, his light eyes soberly upon me. "Should it be contrary to your desire, I must hear 
words from you." 
The lanthay fur beneath my back was not the best of resting places, for as I writhed 
somewhat to the stroke of Ceralt's hand and the throb of his strengthening presence, the fur 
seemed to whisper weakness to me, greater weakness than I had yet felt. Ask to be kept as 
his alone, whispered the fur, stroking my bottom as my hips began to move. Beg him to keep 


you from the others, it urged, tangling gently with my hair where it lay crushed beneath me. 
Ceralt slid slowly about within me, forcing a moan from my lips, his gaze becoming more 
demanding, yet I could not speak such words. Lialt and Telion watched with amusement as 
Ceralt extracted slave-due from the once mighty Jalav, and to add to the humiliation of such a 
state was beyond me. 
"I cannot," I whispered to Ceralt, agonized to my soul. I knew he would leave me with need 
full upon me, yet I could do no other than as I did. I awaited his withdrawal, awaited the 
aching emptiness, yet it was not to be. A sadness touched the broad, strong face of him, and 
then his lips came briefly to mine. 
"Patience will see it done," he murmured, more to himself than to any other. "The fey will 
come, and upon that fey I will be there." 
Then he held me more tightly in his arms and saw to the need of both of us. It must surely be 
the doing of Mida that thought is impossible at such a time, for had it not been so, I would 
have spent the pleasure in demands for understanding. When he left me at last and stood to 
see to his leathers, I lay upon the lanthay fur, still held by the memory of his use. So strong 
was this Ceralt, so filled with satisfaction for a warrior. Ah, Mida. Do you take him so that he 
might be brought to your Blessed Realm for your own use? If so, your war leader bids 
caution. This male is one who might find the means to enslave a goddess. 
"You have rendered her useless, Ceralt," came Lialt's voice, more mockery than annoyance 
therein. "I had hoped to give her a reading lesson, and now it must wait till her mind returns to 
govern her flesh." 
Lialt's words and the laughter of the other males came to me where I lay in the fur, yet I felt 
no shame at the way I stretched and wiggled about. Ceralt was a male like no other, and the 
pleasure he gave belonged to a warrior. I rubbed my face and body in the lanthay fur and 
smiled my satisfaction, and each of the males laughed even further. 
"She seems to find little disappointment in the loss of a lesson," chuckled Ceralt, replacing his 
leather body covering. "It would indeed be futile to attempt teaching her now, yet the matter 
may be seen to later. Hannil and the others may not arrive till darkness has fallen." 
"We are as prepared as possible," said Lialt, the laughter having left him. "Should the skies 
refrain from burying us in snow, we shall be able to begin the balance of the journey with the 
new light." 
"There are a number of things we must discuss before Hannil's arrival," said Ceralt, going 
toward his body furs at the tent's entrance. "Walk with me, brothers, and give me your 
thoughts to add to mine." 
The males each donned body furs and left the tent, thinking no more of the female who lay 
naked in the fur, she who had been made to writhe to a male. There were weightier matters 
to concern males than a female who had been used and left, and I sat up bitterly, no longer in 
the grasp of pleasure. How was such dismissal accepted by village females? Had they no 
pride, no sense of self, that they lived no farther in the world than the shadow of their males? 
Was I, war leader of the Hosta, foremost of all the clans of Midanna, to accept such dismissal 
in a similar way? A growl came to my throat and I rose to my feet to find and replace the 
breech Ceralt had torn from me. To live with no purpose in life was to live not at all, yet I had 
purpose aplenty before me. Mida had spoken, and I would ride in the cause she wished to 
see me tend to, and then would males be dismissed from my thoughts. I put my hand to my 
hair and rubbed at the scalp, easing the place where Ceralt's grip upon my hair had been so 
tight, then turned to the clearing away of the boards which had been fed from. My thoughts 
turned to the males who had served me, and the grimness dropped slowly from mind. 
The boards had been cleaned and returned to their places when there was movement at the 
tent entrance. I had been considering dressing and going forth into the cold once more, to 
walk about in the snow and lose myself to my thoughts, when the tent flap moved aside and 
she called Famira entered. I knew not why she should be there, yet the tent was not mine to 
defend against intrusion. The village female stood no more than a step within, her face 
flushed from the cold of the fey, her eyes startled as she took in my form, clad in no more 
than leather breech. I cared little for her or her startlement, yet when I failed to address her, 
she took it upon herself to begin. 
"I would enter and speak with you," she said, the words coming slowly and with difficulty. Her 
hand brushed the hood from her head, and she looked upon me squarely, her gaze not 
avoiding mine. 
"You have entered," I returned, standing straight and folding my arms beneath my life sign. 
"You are also speaking." 
"Why must you make this so difficult?" she demanded, taking one short step forward. "I came 
to ask why you have refrained from doing as the others do. Why have you not taken 


vengeance for what was done to you? Do you mean to await your opportunity, or do you fear 
me?" 
I could not help but smile at the thought of a war leader of Mida fearing a village slave-
woman, and then the smile turned to laughter as Famira frowned. The female knew the look 
of herself, and even in her fur leg wrappings she stood to less of a height than Jalav. My 
strength was greater than hers, my skill was greater than hers, and I laughed at the audacity 
of the thought she had voiced. Had she been a warrior, the matter might have been near to a 
challenge and therefore naught to laugh at, yet she was not a warrior. I laughed as one 
laughs at a child, and Famira felt the barb and flushed deeply. 
"So you do not fear me!" she snapped, pulling open the fur body covering upon her. "I had not 
realized how much like the men you are, looking down upon all who are not one of you! Yet 
you have not replied to my question. Why have you not sought me out to take vengeance?" 
"One seeks vengeance from enemies who are as they were when the insult was first given," 
said I, frowning at the words she had spoken. I, likened to the males? How might my actions 
be like those of the males? 
"And I am no longer as I was," said Famira, the bitterness a great part of her. She removed 
the furs from her body, sat to remove her leg coverings, then stood again in naught save her 
leathers. Her eyes were filled with pain as she looked about herself, and a short, mirthless 
laugh came forth from her. 
"Ceralt's tent and Ceralt's belongings," said she, walking forward to place her hand upon a 
leather pack. "I would know Ceralt's things anywhere." Her eyes left the pack and came to 
me, and an odd smile turned the corners of her lips. "Would you have the truth?" she asked, 
her manner strange in its friendliness. "Never have I had the wish to be drawn from the circle 
by Ceralt, yet I thought that to be Ceralt's woman would secure the place I had made for 
myself among the others of the village. Ceralt is a beast, Jalav, and I do not envy you your 
place with him, for I know now that he would not have allowed me a place above others. He 
would have used me even more brutally and casually than Cimilan does, and I would have 
had no more than I have now to show for it. All that I had is lost to me, and was destined to 
be lost from the first." 
Her voice emptied of the unnatural lightness it had had as she turned her back and bent her 
head, grief filling her at the sight of her dreams crumbled to ruins about her feet. Her 
shoulders shook as she struggled to keep from falling to tears, and I recalled the similar plight 
of a would-be warrior of mine, one who had been taken bound in leather to the dwellings of 
males, there to be left to be made a slave-woman of males. The young warrior had fought the 
leather and the hands of males upon her, and then had turned desperate eyes to me where I 
sat upon my gando. 
"War leader, do not abandon me here!" she had cried, a great fear filling her. "I do not wish to 
lose my place among you!" 
"You have no place among the Hosta," I had told her, signaling my warriors to prepare to 
depart. "You left the cleaning and sharpening of your sword to those who were younger than 
you; you walked the woods in pleasure and ate berries while others hunted; you lagged 
behind in battle till the enemy was vanquished, then strode forth to bloody your sword in the 
body of one already slain. You are not a warrior but a hanger-on, a slave-female fit for naught 
save the bidding of males. Rejoice that we leave you with males rather than send you to face 
the wrath of Mida." 
"Oh, Mida, why have you taken your shield from me?" she had cried as we turned and left her 
to be seen to by the males of the village. She had not understood, as Famira failed to 
understand, yet perhaps Famira might be made to understand. 
"There was naught ever in your possession to be lost to you," I said to the village female 
before me, causing her head to come up. "How is one to mourn the loss of a thing one has 
never possessed?" 
"How can you speak so?" she demanded, whirling angrily to face me, her small hands closed 
to fists. "All in the village stepped back from my path when I walked among them! All looked 
upon me and knew me as their better! None dared stand to face me, and no single rider 
offered me the insult of his smile! Is this your concept of naught to be lost?" 
"I know only that which I have heard," I shrugged, regarding her anger coolly. "The other 
females kept from your path out of fear of he whom Ceralt named Uncle, a male, I gather, of 
some note in the village. The males, those termed riders, kept their smiles from you in the 
belief that Ceralt wished to claim you as his own. In each instance, fear of another gave a 
false belief to you, a belief that it was you who generated their subservience. Such a state is 
not a true position of leadership, as you have already learned to your sorrow. Do you wish to 
deny the contention?" 


Her lips parted angrily, as though to retort, yet suddenly the anger went from her and she 
again bowed her head. "To deny the truth would be foolish," she said, a deep sigh taking her. 
"You, who stand beneath the leather of Ceralt, command the awe and fear of the other 
women simply by being as you are. They see, as I do, a power and presence within you, 
having naught to do with the actions of others. I have even heard a rider say that he would 
not care to face you with sword in hand." Her head lifted and her eyes found mine, and a 
reluctant truth entered her tone. "I greatly feared that you would come to repay the pain I 
gave you, yet I found myself unable to sit about and await its coming. Sooner would I have 
had the pain than the fear of its arrival. " 
Again I smiled at her words, yet this time in approval. Only a fool and coward chooses to run 
from that which she has earned by her own hand, and whatever else she might be, Famira 
seemed no coward. 
"I had thought you ill when Ceralt first brought you to the village," said Famira, watching as I 
sat myself cross-legged upon the lanthay fur. After a brief hesitation, she seated herself as I 
had, and when no words of rebuke came from me for her liberty, her face and eyes grew 
calmer. "These marks that I see upon your body," she said, "was it that which caused your 
infirmity?" 
"Indeed." I nodded, touching the track of a Silla spear. "I have been allowed my life so that I 
may do the will of Mida, yet should she be pleased with my efforts, I may also be allowed the 
pleasure of once more facing she who caused these wounds to be given me. Then we shall 
see whose lifeblood flows to the ground beneath our feet." 
I had spoken casually, merely voicing an oft-repeated prayer to Mida, yet Famira shivered 
and wrapped her arms about herself. 
"Had I known what I know now," she breathed, eyes wide, "never would I have approached 
you, not to speak of knocking you down. Tell me what befell you, Jalav, and tell me of this 
other who caused such terrible wounds." 
She seemed full eager to hear the tale, yet I wondered if she asked because she wished to 
know, or if it were merely loneliness for the company of another which prompted her curiosity. 
I had rarely had the time to speak with any save those warriors who seconded me and Rilas, 
Keeper of the Clans, yet in the place of males, there was little to do other than spend one's 
time in idle chatter. Inwardly I shrugged, knowing I was not kept from more important matters, 
and began the tale which Famira had requested. She was not one such as Tarla, however, 
and the end of the tale brought strong anger to the female before me. 
"Such cowardly actions, Jalav!" she fumed, nearly taken completely by indignation. "That they 
would do such a thing to a lone woman is despicable!" 
"They are Silla." I smiled, amused at her indignation. "They knew full well that it was a war 
leader they faced, not a slave-woman who might be looked down upon. Had I had the 
strength to reach the sword, the Silla's blood would have joined mine upon the ground. It is 
the manner in which one gives an enemy the chance to die as a warrior should." 
"It is a horrible thing," said Famira, "and yet it seems kinder than the ways of the men of my 
village. Your Silla offer the means to death with dignity, yet the men of the village offer no 
such easy escape. A woman among them must suffer and continue to live, to serve them and 
their vile lusts!" 
The female's eyes burned bright, hatred clear in the lines of her face, and I wondered at the 
thoughts she voiced. Had she been used so harshly and constantly that she now loathed the 
touch of a male? Such things were not unknown, and I thought of he named Cimilan, the 
male who had claimed her. His first use of Famira had been spoken of by the females in the 
village, yet none had mentioned what other things he had done. It was my intention to broach 
the subject, for I had not forgotten my time with the male Nolthis, yet before I might speak of 
it, Ceralt entered the tent, followed by this very same Cimilan. I rose to my feet at their 
appearance, yet Famira nearly flew erect, rage coloring her features. 
"Am I to be followed wherever I go?" she demanded, her dark eyes blazing upon a frowning 
Cimilan. "Why will you not leave me be? Can you not see how unwelcome your presence 
is?" 
"Famira, do not speak so," said this Cimilan, putting a hand out toward her. His face wore a 
look of pained embarrassment, yet the gesture was one of placation. 
"I shall speak as I will!" snapped Famira, rounding Cimilan's outstretched hand to take her fur 
leg coverings and don them. She donned her body covering as well and then left the tent, 
sparing the male no whit of a glance. Cimilan's hand dropped wearily to his side, his head 
hung in misery, and Ceralt could restrain himself no longer. 
"By the putrid privates of Sigurr the Dark, what has come over you'?" he demanded, the oath 
fairly flickering in his eyes. His hand went to Cimilan's shoulder, and the second male was 


made to turn to face him. "What is it that ails you that you would allow your wench to speak to 
you so?" 
The male Cimilan faced his leader in embarrassment, then lowered his eyes and shook his 
head. "I am able to do naught with her," said he, opening and removing his body fur. "She is 
beyond what skill I possess, and it is for this reason that I came to speak with you. Shall I free 
her to be chosen by another, Ceralt? Her hatred of me is clear, and I am unable to placate 
it." 
"Placate it?" Ceralt echoed with a frown, he, too, removing his furs. "I do not recognize the 
sound of you, Cimilan. Was it not you who said the wench needed little more than a man's 
hand applied to her arrogance to bring the sweetness flowing from her? How could such 
sentiments have changed to placation?" 
Cimilan shook his head in confusion, then stepped past Ceralt to enter further into the tent. 
His eyes fell upon me where I stood, and he halted to inspect me closely, a faint grin 
eventually finding him. 
"She is indeed magnificent, Ceralt," he said, folding his arms as he gazed upon me. "I have 
heard others say that the mere sight of her is enough to stir a man, and this is surely so. 
Where do you find the ability to keep your hands from her?" 
"I have no need to keep my hands from her," returned Ceralt, coming to stand at Cimilan's 
side. "The wench is mine and I use her as I please. You continue to cause me worry, Cimilan. 
Why would a man find it necessary to keep himself from his woman? Seat yourself and tell 
me of what has so far occurred between you and Famira." 
Again Cimilan hesitated, yet Ceralt had turned from him to fetch a skin of near-renth and 
return with it. I seated myself in the lanthay fur and stretched out upon my left side, yet the 
male Cimilan seemed no longer aware of me. He accepted the skin Ceralt held out to him, 
drank deeply from it, then sat himself cross-legged upon the fur. When Ceralt was also 
seated, he took his eyes from his leader and began the unburdening of his soul. 
"I had never thought of myself as unthinkingly cruel," said he, his voice uneven, "yet I have 
caused Famira pain and terror which I had not meant to be hers. It occurred upon the 
occasion of my carrying her to her father's halyar, the very darkness I drew her from the 
circle. Ceralt, I was a fool, for I drank from the second skin knowing that she had yet to be 
opened. I have had women aplenty and have even opened a few, yet never have I seen such 
screaming and such blood. The drug blinded me to all save the need within me, and it took 
the coming of the new light to show me what I had done." 
The male sat with head down, fist buried in the fur before him, voice bitter with shameful 
memory. Ceralt looked upon him as he listened, no sign of condemnation appearing in 
accusation. A brief silence filled the tent, as though Cimilan looked again upon the scenes of 
which he spoke, and then his resolute words continued. 
"She lay in exhausted sleep," said he, "covered with the blood which my use had brought to 
her. I recalled the pain she had had, the terror she had known, saw how small and helpless 
she appeared in the thinness of the new light. I knelt above her for many reckid, reviling 
myself and my thoughtlessness, knowing how deep my love for her was, cursing the 
continued absence of her father, who should have been present to condemn me. She and I 
were alone in the halyar, and then she stirred, moaning in pain and beginning to weep. I 
quickly gathered her up, wrapped in furs, and carried her to the bathing halyar, where I 
washed the blood from her and smoothed in soothing salves. She thereafter spoke no word 
to me for more than a fey, at first jumping to obey each thing I said to her, later merely 
cringing back from even the touch of my hand. The first darkness of our first fey together, she 
hid herself in a corner of my halyar and screamed when I looked upon her, and I found that I 
could not force myself upon her. Since that time I have not been able to touch her." 
Cimilan's voice had fallen to a whisper, yet even so his disturbance had come through clearly. 
It puzzled me to reconcile his actions with Famira's words and feelings, yet Ceralt was not 
puzzled. He continued to look upon the male before him, he who could not meet his leader's 
eyes, and then Ceralt's hand went to Cimilan's shoulder, squeezing gently in reassurance. 
"Cimilan, my friend, you are not a child," said Ceralt, gentleness mixed with mild reproof. "A 
youth would be fit meat for such a problem; I had not expected to see it binding a man. 
However," and his voice gained briskness as his hand clapped Cimilan's shoulder, "as the 
problem is yours, we must solve it for you." 
Cimilan's head raised to Ceralt with a frown, and Ceralt grinned a grin I had oft times seen 
before. "Your primary difficulty," said Ceralt, "is that you are not familiar with my cousin and 
her ways. Have I ever told you of the time she and I were in the woods, and she took a 
branch and crowned me with it?" Cimilan shook his head, and Ceralt laughed to see the 
beginnings of outrage upon the other male's face. 


"It is true, I assure you," grinned Ceralt. "She was perhaps eight kalod in age, and I thirteen, 
and I had dismissed her presence behind me till I felt the branch upon my skull, swung with a 
good deal of energy. She had been insulted by my refusal to take her hunting, and had 
chosen attack as the means by which to show her displeasure." 
"I do not understand," Cimilan protested, his eyes upon Ceralt. "What has that to do with-" 
"Patience," counseled Ceralt, holding a hand up before the other. "The point of the story is yet 
to come. When the ringing caused by the blow cleared from my head, I rose to my feet, cut a 
switch from the nearest tree, and went seeking my beloved cousin. She had left me lying 
upon the ground, and when I caught her, too far from the village for screams to be heard, she 
knew she faced punishment she would not be saved from. Perhaps that was the first time she 
formulated her plans, yet it was surely not the last time she applied them. She received all of 
two blows from me, accepted in total silence, and then she screamed and twisted about as 
though her body were the victim of a bone-destroying rack. I was a child then, and thought 
surely I had caused her some great damage. I grew afraid and ceased the switching at once. 
I attempted to comfort her. I offered her sweets. I carried her to her father's halyar and placed 
her gently upon her furs. Mind you, she had nearly opened my skull with a branch, and I had 
given her all of two blows with a switch upon the leather of her skirt, and yet it was I who 
begged forgiveness and felt bottomless guilt. Does this injustice seem somehow familiar to 
you?" 
"It cannot be the same!" Cimilan insisted, greatly disturbed. "The blood which came from her 
was unbelievable--though she did begin to accept my touch in silence." 
"Aha!" pounced Ceralt, a gleam in his eye as he leaned forward toward Cimilan. "She fully 
intended to snare you, and had not counted upon your drinking from the second skin. Cimilan 
my friend, Lialt will tell you that there are some few wenches who produce rivers of blood 
when first broached-no matter how they are broached nor by whom. I feel certain that Famira 
herself felt frightened at its presence, not to speak of the pain she was given, yet she 
undoubtedly meant to entrap you as she has so obviously done. It has ever been her plan to 
rule a rider, and now her plans have come to be." 
Cimilan, though struck by Ceralt's words, nevertheless leaned down upon an elbow, to 
consider them. He took the skin Ceralt passed to him and drank from it distractedly, then 
raised his eyes to meet the gaze of Ceralt. 
"The matter still cannot be as you describe it," said he, shaking his head. "If it were true that 
all which transpired was by Famira's devising, then she would be pleased with her lot in life. 
She would undoubtedly pretend great fear of me to feed my guilt, not show how deeply she 
despises me. You saw her. You heard." 
"Indeed," nodded Ceralt, "yet perhaps we each saw and heard a separate thing. You saw and 
heard the woman you love through layers of guilt and self-condemnation. I saw the woman 
who is my cousin, she with whom I grew from childhood, she who has apparently found great 
disappointment in the man who chose her. Consider my cousin, Cimilan, and understand that 
she will never feel respect for a man who is in her control. It is said, and truly, that a strong 
woman requires a stronger man. She expected-and perhaps hoped-to find that she would no 
longer be allowed her manipulations, and then you fell to them at once, allowing her to rule 
you. Can you imagine her disappointment, when she no longer bothers to hide her disgust? Is 
she to remain without a rider forever?" 
"No," growled Cimilan, a hardness appearing in the dark of his eyes. "No!" he shouted then, 
striking the palm of his hand with a fist the size of Ceralt's. "So she planned to ensnare me, 
did she? She is pleased to practice her wiles, then feels herself unjustly treated when a man 
falls prey to them?" He rose to his feet and stood wrapped in rage, one square fist clenched 
before him, his dark eyes focused upon that which was not to be seen by others. "I must 
teach her that men are not to be manipulated," he muttered, then lowered his gaze to Ceralt. 
"My woman and I shall return here shortly. Though you be male kin to her, I feel you will not 
interfere with what is to be done to her." 
He then turned and strode from the tent, failing even to pause to replace his body furs. Ceralt 
reclined in the fur with a soft laugh, stretching his large, hard body out in lack of concern. I 
gazed upon him briefly in silence, then sat myself straighter in the furs. 
"The male has named you kin to her called Famira," I said, bringing his eyes to me. "Are you 
not bound to stand in defense of kin, as are the Midanna?" 
"Indeed," nodded Ceralt, still amused. "Yet first one must consider the true meaning of 
defense. Should I keep Cimilan from punishing Famira as he intends, my cousin may never 
know the happiness which is the right of every woman. Famira desires strength in a man, the 
sort of strength which will force her to bow to his desires. She believes she desires pliability, 
yet this is not so. Patently, if it were true that she wished to rule a rider, she would now be 


pleased rather than miserable as she is. To defend my cousin, then, requires that I refuse to 
aid her against the man to whom she belongs." 
"This is not clear." I frowned, regarding his strange composure with less than amusement. 
"Should the kin of a Midanna warrior stand in jeopardy from others, that warrior will stand 
beside her kin, even though she may share her fate. Apparently the matter is seen differently 
when one's kin is male." 
Ceralt must surely have seen the disapproval I felt, however his anger appeared only briefly, 
before fading to naught. He regarded me as I had regarded him, in silence, then his hand 
rose from the lanthay fur to gesture to me. 
"Come sit here beside me, satya," he said, his voice soft with patience. "That I am male and 
Famira female has no bearing upon my behavior. I would have you understand this." 
I had little desire to sit beside Ceralt-and yet my body rose quickly from the fur to close the 
gap between us. He had used me no more than a short while earlier and then had dismissed 
me from his thoughts, yet I sank to the fur before him feeling naught of my earlier anger. I, in 
no more than a breech, sat before the male who had captured me, feeling his eyes touch me 
with pleasure feeling much of the pleasure myself, knowing that I pleased him. His hand 
reached out to touch my right calf, and the warmth of his fingers spread to encompass my 
entire body. I sat as though I were going to recline to the left, my legs bent before me to the 
right, my left hand flat upon the lanthay fur, and I clasped my thighs tightly together so that I 
might not shame myself before him. 
"Among my people," said Ceralt with a smile, "a man is required to defend his kinswomen 
before all others save his own woman. This is a matter of honor for men, and gladly do we 
discharge the obligation. Here, however, it is my belief that Famira will be better served if my 
aid is withheld from her. We shall see the thing through, and the results will prove me correct 
or in error. " 
He paused to stroke his hand upward to my thigh, round my knee and just above it, and my 
left hand closed to hold the lanthay fur in a grip which nearly tore it loose. I thought perhaps 
he toyed with me, yet his eyes were thoughtfully upon my face. 
"Tell me," he said. "For what reason was my cousin Famira within this tent? Had she come to 
bedevil you with ridicule?" 
"In truth, I know not," I murmured, attempting a softer voice in the hope that its unevenness 
would not be noticed. "She professed to have come asking after my intentions of revenge for 
her treatment of me, yet I feel that loneliness brought her. She is not well liked among the 
others." 
"I have long been aware of that," he sighed, removing his hand from my leg to hang the 
forearm upon his knee. "She feels the difference between herself and the others, and as she 
stands apart from them in her own mind, so do they treat her in reality. The others are women 
of men, held, cherished, and made to be obedient. Famira is not." 
Ceralt's mind left the tent to wander alone, enabling me to release my grip upon the lanthay 
fur. Once I had thought upon holding Ceralt in my tent among the Hosta, yet I no longer 
considered the matter feasible. The lanthay fur against my left leg reminded me of his 
presence; the sight of his broad, hard body reminded me of his presence; the scent of his 
leathers reminded me of his presence. How was a war leader to lead her clan when all things 
about her brought thoughts of naught save a male? I longed to reach my hand out to touch 
him, to be taken in his arms and held against him, yet I kept my hand back and did not stir. 
Ceralt wished a village female, one who would see to his belongings, one who would not be 
so bold as to show her desire for him. Jalav was not such a one, and Ceralt was not hers. 
Few, indeed, were the moments which passed before the sounds of struggle and displeasure 
heralded the return of Cimilan with Famira. The male appeared at the tent flap, the female 
upon his shoulder, shouts of outrage and revilement flying about his head. Cimilan strode 
three steps within before setting Famira upon her feet, yet his having released her meant 
naught of consequence. He stood, wide-shouldered and hard-eyed, between Famira and the 
tent flap, a thing the female saw at once. I had twisted about to observe their entrance, 
leaning low and to the left, and Ceralt promptly pushed me flat to the lanthay fur upon my 
belly, his hand in my back holding me there. 
"For what reason have you forced me to return here?" Famira demanded of Cimilan, her fists 
clenched as she stared up to the face of the male. "Have you not already done more than 
enough to me?" 
Cimilan received Famira's words with no expression, yet his dark eyes seemed to reflect 
more of the light from the flames-within-boxes. He stood in no more than his leathers, 
apparently not having felt the cold, and his eyes swept the body furs Famira stood wrapped 
in. 


"I have brought you here so that you may offer apology to the High Rider," said Cimilan, 
folding his arms across his chest. "Your conduct before him earlier was inexcusable, and I will 
not allow the incident to go unnoticed. And have you never learned the proper actions of a 
woman? What do you do there, standing in a man's dwelling with boots upon your feet? 
Remove them at once, and your furs as well!" 
The snap in Cimilan's voice gave Famira pause, yet she seemed to come quickly to a 
decision. She opened and removed her fur body covering, bent to remove her leg furs, then 
stood straight to face the male once more. 
"As it was you who forcibly carried me here," said she in a sharpened tone, "what else was I 
to expect save abuse for my lacks? Have it as you will, Cimilan. The fault was mine." 
A faint grin appeared upon the male's face, and his head nodded in agreement. "I am pleased 
to see you have the right of it," said he, bringing a brief look of surprise to Famira. "You may 
now prepare your apology." 
The female grew furious at the words addressed to her, yet she did no more than clench her 
fists and glare upon the male. Then she tossed her head in angry dismissal and began to turn 
to Ceralt, yet Cimilan had not yet completed his instructions. 
"Hold," said he, halting her turn. "I see little in your bearing of the proper humbleness an 
apology calls for. I think it best that you remove the leather of men before attempting a 
wench's apology. " 
"How dare you suggest such a thing?" Famira gasped, outraged beyond limit. "Do you think 
that I, being who I am, will do such a thing? Never!" 
The female stood stiffened in fury, her eyes ablaze, her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. 
She faced the male who dared to speak to her so, and Ceralt chuckled softly behind me. 
"You will indeed do such a thing," Cimilan returned, holding her eyes as he looked down upon 
her. "You are a woman who has been commanded by the man who has chosen her. Do not 
think you will not obey." 
Famira seemed truly taken aback by the soft menace in Cimilan's voice, and also seemed at 
a loss as to what might be said. Her eyes moved briefly to Ceralt and me and then grudgingly 
returned to the male. 
"Cimilan, I cannot do such a thing before others," she whispered, reluctance and desperation 
amingle in her tone and manner. "I will return with you to our tent immediately, and there you 
may do as you wish." 
She then bent to retrieve her body fur, yet Cimilan's booted foot rested upon the garment, 
disallowing its retrieval. Her head turned to look up toward him again, and true fear showed a 
shadow of itself in her eyes. 
"Cimilan, please!" she begged, voice aquiver with emotion. "There are strangers present! I 
cannot remove my garments! Allow me to return to our tent with you!" 
The male's head shook in negation, no amusement to be seen in his eyes. His bearing was 
calm, his mind firm, and there was little to be seen of the male who had earlier condemned 
himself. Famira, too, saw these things, and turned from him to stand erect before Ceralt. 
"Cousin, I ask your aid," said she, choking upon words which were loathsome to her. "I, your 
kin, am in need of assistance. " 
Ceralt regarded her from where he reclined beside me in the lanthay fur. "Kinswoman, I hear 
your plea for assistance," said he, his tone mild yet grave. "Do you wish me to give aid in your 
disrobing?" 
"Ceralt, do not speak so!" Famira cried, eyes wide in shock. "Take amusement from my 
predicament if you must, yet stand before me as you are honor-bound to do!" 
"Matters of honor are those between men," Ceralt informed her, his tone having grown cold. "I 
will not be schooled in my obligations by a wench. Should I find that Cimilan's actions require 
my intervention, I will begin such intervention upon my own initiative. At the moment, I believe 
you have been commanded to perform a certain act. As I am filled with a kinsman's concern, I 
suggest that you obey-and with speed." 
As Famira heard Ceralt's words, a bitterness took her. Her shoulders straightened and her 
head came up, and the bleakness in her eyes was painful to behold. 
"So you both mock me," she said, her voice edged with all that which her body showed. Her 
eyes remained upon Ceralt, yet she also addressed the male Cimilan. "For many kalod I have 
been aware of the hatefulness of men, of their beastiality and lustfulness. I had thought, 
perhaps, to find myself wrong, yet your actions continue to prove my original estimations 
correct. Do as you will with me, I cannot prevent it, yet I refuse to contribute to my own moral 
degradation. I will not disrobe." 
The female stood with head held high, hands clasped before her, a look upon her face which 
was akin to that which might be found upon the face of a warrior about to be summarily 


executed by enemies. I, myself, knew well the concept of humiliation before males, yet 
Famira showed naught of thoughts of humiliation. I stirred in the lanthay fur beneath Ceralt's 
hand, puzzled by that in Famira of which I had no understanding. Beyond Famira, Cimilan 
moved his gaze to Ceralt, an uncertain expression beginning in his eyes, yet the male must 
have seen a thing in Ceralt's face which hardened his resolve. He looked again upon the 
female who stood before him, and reached a hand out to her shoulder. 
"The matter, then, is simple," said he, unconcern much evident as he turned the female to 
face him. "As you will not obey me, you shall be punished for the refusal and made to obey 
me. " 
He then pulled Famira toward him and put his hands upon her leathers, obviously with the 
intention of removing them. The female uttered a sound of combined shock and outrage and 
attempted to struggle and retain her garments, yet Cimilan was not to be denied. I wondered 
at the manner in which Famira struggled, for she had clearly indicated that she would offer no 
resistance to the male, yet she beat at him with her fists and cried out in dismay. Ceralt, 
whose hand had grown heavier upon me as though he thought I would rise to Famira's 
defense, leaned closer to me and put his lips by my ear. 
"Within her, she is no more than a fearful child," he murmured, unheard by the others above 
Famira's cries. "She fears men and what they might do to her, for she has not yet truly been 
made a woman. Observe her actions and recall them afterward." 
He then leaned back from me, for Cimilan had succeeded in removing Famira's leathers, just 
then finishing with her breech. The city female reached at the bit of leather in desperation, yet 
Cimilan threw it behind him, beyond her reach. Famira was then nearly beyond herself, her 
anger gone, shock alone riding full within her. She was not badly made for a city female, full 
breasts, well turned hips, slender legs, flat belly, yet one would wonder at her concept of 
herself, were they to see the expression she wore. Her shame was not that she had been 
made to bare herself by the will of men; it was that she had been made to show her body to 
anyone other than herself. I marveled at the manner in which city females grew to 
womanhood, to accept selection by males as meet, to feel shame at baring their bodies. This 
Famira stood as one caught in dishonor, her body bent forward and half turned from us, her 
right arm stretched before her body, attempting to shield herself from view, her left hand at 
her face, disallowing sight of her pretty, red-flushed face. I knew Ceralt looked upon her, for 
his hand spread wide upon my back, moving slowly back and forth, stirring my blood as his 
desire came into being. Cimilan, too, looked upon the female Famira, yet the eyes of the 
second male detected a lack. He stepped to her and reached his hands to her hair, and 
another moment saw the clasps and plaits gone from it, Cimilan seeing that it fell loose about 
her shoulders, dark and flowing nearly to her waist. As he stepped back once more to survey 
his handiwork, a sob came from Famira, as though her soul were soon to be lost. Cimilan 
considered her a number of reckid, yet no further sounds came to interrupt his observations, 
and at last he folded his arms and addressed her. 
"I do not find myself satisfied with that which I see," he said, somewhat afrown. "Remove your 
arms from before you and straighten your body so that I might have what little pleasure sight 
of you brings." 
Famira's head came up in wounded anger, hate filling her dark, flashing eyes, and then her 
arms no longer shielded her as she sent a look of daggers to Cimilan. 
"You are a brute and a beast!" she hissed, leaning toward the male in her fury. "That you care 
naught for me I already knew, yet I thought you intelligent enough to keep the fact from 
others! Now my kinsman must surely face you, for you have voiced your lack of caring! 
Ceralt! It is the law of our people!" 
She stood poised in anticipation, her eyes held fast to Cimilan, her fists clenched at her sides, 
yet the first words to come to her were not those she had anticipated. 
"Of what law do you speak, Famira?" Ceralt inquired innocently. "No more was said before 
me than that the man to whom you belong is displeased with you. In that, Cimilan is correct. 
Your attempts at obedience are scandalously poor, and you shame me before him." 
The female's head flew around to send her shafts toward Ceralt, and the color had risen truly 
high in her cheeks. "You low, vile, crawling sednet!" she screamed, beside herself with rage 
and disappointment. "To side with another against your own blood kin! You are as base as all 
men, Ceralt, as base and as filled with lust and decay! I despise you all and shall hate you 
forever!" 
She then attempted to throw herself past Cimilan to the tent entrance, seemingly bent upon 
departing without clothing. Cimilan threw his arms about her to prevent this, and she turned to 
the attack as a child of the wild, claws and teeth set to commit violence. Famira had not 
learned, as I had, the futility of attack upon a male with no weapon save strength against his 


strength, yet the lesson was swiftly taught her when Cimilan forced her to the lanthay fur 
upon her back. The two struggled briefly less than two paces from where I lay, and then 
Cimilan had Famira's wrists above her head, held by his left hand, his knees straddling her 
body. The female fought to free herself, head tossing back and forth, breasts rising in great 
agitation, body twisting between Cimilan's knees, yet her strength was not equal to the task. 
Cimilan allowed her her struggles, a thing which brought bitter memory to me, for Ceralt had 
also allowed me a time of struggle, knowing full well how useless the attempt would be. I put 
my cheek to the lanthay fur, grasping it in my fists, finding that I also grasped strands of my 
own hair. Famira's desperate grunts of struggle were much too familiar, and the ghost of 
shame touched my sense of honor and fitness. For what reason Mida had placed me there, 
upon my belly beneath the hand of a male, I knew not, yet I knew how difficult it was to bear. I 
could not touch the male of my own will, could not take him if desire came to me, could not 
send him to a corner and silence when matters of import required undisturbed thought. The 
life was not one I might easily accept, and Ceralt's stroking hand upon my hair brought scant 
comfort. The male somehow sensed my disturbance, yet his gesture was the sort to comfort 
a slave. It did naught save agitate a Hosta war leader. 
"Enough of this foolishness," came Cimilan's voice, and I looked up to see that he frowned 
upon Famira. "Your words and actions are equally unacceptable to me, and I wonder that a 
wench might be allowed to grow with such ignorance. This 'lust' you speak of as a part of 
men is also to be found in women. Have you never been instructed by a woman older than 
yourself?" 
"My father has never felt the need to have me schooled in debasement!" snapped Famira, a 
light sheen of sweat covering her body. "Though you defile me with every touch of your hand, 
I shall resist you forever! I shall not wallow in the filth you and your ilk are so fond of!" 
I had often wondered how city males saw to their needs when their females loathed their 
touch, and therefore watched Cimilan carefully. I had thought that some might perhaps joy in 
forcing themselves upon unwilling females, yet Cimilan was not such a one. The male 
regarded Famira's flushed, resolute face in silence, then slowly shook his head. 
"There is no filth to be wallowed in when a man puts his woman to use," he said, more, 
patience to be heard than I had expected. "Women long for the touch of a man, for women 
have been shown the pleasure a man is able to give them. You, however, are still a girl, and 
the time has come for you to be shown." 
Famira frowned with lack of understanding, yet when Cimilan's head lowered to her breast, a 
groping desperation seized her. She writhed at the feel of his lips upon her flesh, and cried 
out, "Cimilan, no! Do not offer me such debasement before others! Do not soil me before my 
kin!" 
"Debasement seems to suit your flesh," Cimilan murmured, his head raised somewhat so that 
he might regard the spear his lips had brought about. "Be silent a moment, and listen for the 
voice of your needs." 
His head lowered to her a second time, yet no more than the specified moment had passed 
before Famira's breath came in great gasps and she again resumed her struggles. 
"Release me!" she screamed, fear now clear in her features. "Do not touch me so, I beg of 
you! My shame is too great to bear! " 
"Shame?" inquired Cimilan, his tone even yet remorseless. "Do you often feel shame here?" 
His free hand went to Famira's womanhood and she gasped in mortification, then cried, 
"Oh!" at his touch. His fingers moved in a restless rhythm, and the woman beneath his hand 
could not restrain herself. She threw her head back with a moan, arched her body, then 
commenced weeping in a manner she had not yet done. 
"No more, Cimilan, please no more!" she wept. "I fear what you will do to me. The pain was 
greater than any I have ever felt!" 
"Do not fear, satya," whispered Cimilan, his hand leaving Famira to move to his breech. "The 
pain will not visit you again, and should not have been allowed to spend this much time in 
your memory. The fault is mine, and I must now rectify it." 
He moved to her then and brought his body to hers, and again she pleaded and wept to 
remain untouched. The male heard her cries and responded with soothing noises, yet slowly, 
inexorably, he made her his. Her cries lessened when he was full within her, and her tear-
stained face looked up toward his. 
"There was, in truth, very little pain," she allowed, her voice low. "Yet my discomfort is great 
and I feel no pleasure. Might I not be released now to replace my garments?" 
Cimilan laughed softly and leaned down to touch her forehead with his lips. "Your discomfort 
will disappear when the tightness of you is lessened," he said, his tone gentle and caring 
though he still held her wrists. "I am far from done with you, so your garments shall remain 


where they are. Do you feel this?" 
"Oh!" she cried, her face reddening at the movement within her. She stirred in Cimilan's grip, 
unsure of his intentions and still somewhat fearful, and then his hips began to move. Famira 
whimpered, feeling the strength of him, knowing his presence for the mastery it was, 
attempting to deny the weakness he brought upon her. His movement increased in speed 
and force, and her mouth opened in amazement, words lost to the unimaginable and 
inexpressible sensations being given her. Cimilan lowered his head and took her lips, and 
with a small, muffled moan, Famira began attempting to match his movement. In no more 
than heartbeats she leaped beneath him, crying out incoherently in response to the slave due 
he forced from her, lost in the pleasure of his manhood. I felt the demands of desire in my 
own flesh, yet my earlier disturbance had not left me. The two opposed forces fought in my 
body, one insisting that I beg in my need, the other demanding that I carry my pain in silence. 
My flesh ached from lying in one place so long, yet the distraction of the ache was not 
enough to overcome knowledge of Ceralt behind me. In Mida's name, I knew not what might 
be done, and the sound of Ceralt's voice startled me from consideration of the dilemma. 
"See the unrestrained heat of her," said Ceralt, unconcerned with being heard by any save I. 
Cimilan and Famira dwelt in a world made only for two, and heard naught save the heartbeat 
each of the other. "I have always known she would be magnificent for a rider," he chuckled. 
"She had only to be chosen by the proper rider. True obedience will be long in coming to her, 
yet I venture to guess that she will no longer risk full insolence with Cimilan. Should he find 
the need to give her a hiding, she will thereafter pack her insolence away, no longer to be 
used upon men. I will listen closely for her first words when Cimilan releases her." 
Then his hand came to my arm and pulled me around to my back, so that I must stare up at 
his face. Light eyes met mine in sober regard and silence, and it was a moment before his 
hand came gently to my face. 
"What disturbs you, satya?" he asked, a faint echoing disturbance to be heard in his voice. "I 
have learned to be wary of such silence from you, and your eyes show a great unhappiness. 
Speak to me of that which gives you pain." 
A lock of dark hair had again fallen to Ceralt's brow, and I felt the desire to raise my hand and 
brush it away, clearing his vision. He saw so much and yet so little, and I was helpless to do 
other than as I did. 
"It is not a thing which might be spoken of," I replied, keeping my hand from him. "It might 
only be seen to should my word be returned to me." 
"No," he growled, so softly that a chill touched me. "You are mine and shall continue to be 
mine. I see you have replaced your breech. Do you think this bit of leather will keep me from 
you if I should desire your use?" 
"No," I whispered, turning my head from him and closing my eyes. His hand had touched the 
breech, solidly, possessively, and the flesh beneath it burned as though touched by the coals 
I cooked upon. How might I think myself other than fully in his capture when the mere sight of 
him made my body his? His hand moved in and about the breech, forcing a moan from my 
lips, and his other hand came to turn my face back to him as he chuckled. 
"A man must needs be touched by Sigurr to release one such as you," he murmured, shifting 
about so that he might stretch out beside me. "You, too, are magnificent for a rider. Show me 
what you have learned in offering your lips to me." 
I opened my eyes to look upon him, yet sight did naught to alter his command. I raised my 
face to his, parting my lips slightly as I did so, knowing the gesture was one he approved of. 
My lips were his and he took them fiercely, showing again that my release would be through 
Mida's doing and not through his. His arms held me to his body as he drew my soul from me, 
and Famira's cries of pleasure were as daggers twisting through my flesh. I writhed in his 
grip, my need growing beyond my ability to govern, and Ceralt raised his head to regard me. 
"What, again?" he laughed, putting his hand to my hair. "Surely you were seen to no more 
than a hin ago, and yet here you lay, squirming about as though untouched for feyd. You 
cannot possibly require further attention, so I will consider myself mistaken." 
He released me then to stretch and yawn, and then put himself flat upon his back in the fur 
beside me. I sat up quickly, knowing momentary shame, yet my desperation would not allow 
the agony to be borne in silence. It was the place of a war leader to take, yet Ceralt was no 
longer a male who might be taken from. I gazed upon him as my breasts rose and fell in 
agitation, and a comforting smile came to his face. 
"Calm yourself, wench," he murmured, drawing a thick strand of my hair toward him. "Speak 
to me of what disturbs you, and I shall do all possible to assist you." 
He waited patiently for what words would come from me, yet I was nearly beyond speech. I 
pulled myself to my knees and tore the breech free of my body, then put my hands upon his 


chest. 
"I must be used," I whispered in pain, pleading with my eyes. "My need is such that I will beg 
if necessary." 
He pursed his lips at my confession and gazed thoughtfully at the strand of hair in his hands, 
yet made no move to do as I had asked. 
"So you are willing to beg," he murmured, keeping his eyes from mine. "When one is willing to 
do a thing, that thing has proven itself less distasteful than another thing. Just how high does 
your need rage?" 
His hands released my hair and suddenly came to me, one hand behind my waist, the other 
to test the intensity of my desire. I cried out and attempted to throw myself upon him, yet this 
he would not allow. 
"We are beyond the time when you may force me to your service!" he snapped, keeping me 
from him by his hands upon my arms. "Have you no knowledge of anything other than forcing 
your will or begging to be taken?" 
I struggled in his grip, unable to reach him, miserable in the knowledge that he would refuse 
me use. I burned within me, my flesh demanded service, yet I knew this service would not be 
forthcoming. From somewhere in the depths of my being, I found the strength to pull from his 
hands, yet when I attempted to take my misery to a far corner, this, too, was denied me. 
Ceralt's fist came to my hair, and my head was forced to the furs. 
"A question has been asked you, wench," he pursued, his voice close to my ear as my face, 
as I held to the fur beneath my knees. "Have you never thought upon other methods of 
bringing relief to your flesh than taking it or begging it?" 
His hand gripped my hair with such force that my head whirled, and my own hands went to 
his fist in an attempt to ease the strain. 
"What other methods can there be?" I choked, seeing naught save my knees and the lanthay 
fur they rested upon, feeling naught save the squareness of the fist beneath my hands. "One 
is natural," I gasped, "the means warriors have ever used upon males. The other is shameful, 
yet necessary when one has been made captive to males. There are no other 
circumstances." 
"Captive!" Ceralt growled in anger, his hand giving my head such a shake that I cried out in 
pain. I had no hope of loosening his grip, yet my hands went again to where he held me, 
resting gently against the corded strength of his fist. "Still you persist in calling yourself 
captive!" he ground out. "When will you no longer be a captive?" 
"When Mida frees me from your presence," I whispered, knowing he would give me pain 
again, yet unable to speak other than the truth. "This has been promised me, and it will surely 
come to be. I will not forever be the captive of a male." 
I had thought to hear him shout then, and perhaps see him beat me, yet no sounds came 
other than those from Cimilan and Famira. And then my head, held so cruelly to the lanthay 
fur, was slowly raised by Ceralt so that I might look upon his face. Strange did that face 
appear when once I knelt straight, strange in the impatience of his expression, the pain in his 
eyes. No anger showed from that which he had earlier felt, yet it lingered in the set of his 
body, the grip of his hand. 
"You mistake the meaning of my question," said he, his voice held low through effort of will 
alone. "When I asked when you would no longer be a captive, I meant I wished to know when 
you would begin to know yourself my woman. I had no wish to hear the fantasies of your 
frustration, nor do I care to hear them now. You may tell yourself you will one fey be delivered 
from me, yet such soothings to your pride will only bring aches to your bottom. It will be much 
the better if you learn what is needful for your place with me, for you will never cease to be 
mine while breath is left to my body." 
His eyes, the color of a vast stretch of water I had once seen, spoke to me as always of the 
belief he had in that which he had said. Till the breath leaves his body, he had sworn, and 
thus had he sealed his own fate. Each of us has the right to live her life as she sees fit, yet I 
gazed upon Ceralt's body, so broad and strong, the flesh so firm, and wished I might force 
him to withdraw those words. That he stood himself against Mida's will was plain, equally as 
plain as the certainty that he would fall. Lialt had seen it so, and I was indeed meant to ride 
free once more, and therefore Ceralt's life was forfeit in a cause which had long been lost. 
"I think it best that we return to our original discussion," said Ceralt, his eyes examining me 
once again. "I have disallowed your taking service from me, and find no interest in having you 
grovel at my feet. In such an instance, this is what you must do. He then released my hair to 
lay himself flat upon the lanthay fur, his broad chest no more than a handspan from my 
knees. I shook my head to free myself of the lingering feel of his fist forcing me to his wishes, 
and his hand came to take a thick strand of my hair again. 


"Here I lie," said he, "toying with your hair, and there you kneel, deep in your need. I have no 
interest in seeing to your need, yet you cannot continue with it unseen to. What you must do 
is waken my flesh to feel a need approaching yours, and the way this might be done is to 
bring your flesh to mine, using it and your hands and lips to see to the task. You have only to 
remember that should you displease me with too great an insistence, I shall cast you from me 
to suffer in solitude. Come, now. Let us see what you may accomplish." 
His fingers played with my hair, his eyes awaiting my actions, yet I knew not what his 
instruction might mean. That I was to touch him was clear, yet less than clear was the 
manner in which this might be done. All confused, kneeling beside him, I reached a hand out 
to touch his belly with one finger, feeling the hair that clustered there just above his breech. 
How much simpler it would be to merely tear the breech from his body, taking that which he 
refused to give. And yet, when I had first touched him I had not attempted to force him to my 
will with strength and insistences, but had toyed with him to build his heat. Once, in the 
darkness, I had thought myself back in the forest with a sthuvad before me, and had 
attempted to take Ceralt as I would have among the Hosta. I clearly recalled the shock I had 
felt upon discovering an unbound male before me, yet such now seemed foolishness. Had 
Ceralt never taken and used me, that shock should result from his doing that very thing? If 
such was my purpose-and the ache in my body swore it was so--then why would I refrain 
from doing that which I had done in the forests? Again I looked to Ceralt's eyes, seeing him 
as he watched me, knowing for how short a time I was destined to remain in his furs, and saw 
myself for a fool. Was I to refuse the enjoyment of his presence merely by cause of my 
captivity by him, denying myself as I could not deny him? 
I shook my head slowly back and forth, holding his eyes, seeing the frown begin to crease his 
brow and then disappear as my finger trailed across his belly and down to his thigh. My left 
hand moved then as well, to the broadness of his chest and shoulder, and slowly, slowly, I 
leaned down to touch his middle with my lips. His firm flesh quivered as I touched it, lightly, 
gently, once, twice, thrice. My arms spread out upon his body, my lips barely touching him, I 
was yet able to feel how he fought to keep his breathing slow, to keep his hands from 
reaching for my body. I smiled to know that he sought a lost disinterest, and raised my head 
to send my gaze to his. 
"Have you no interest in me as you are?" I whispered, keeping my hands amove upon him, in 
all places save where his rising hips sought to direct me. "Must I find another to quench the 
heat which you yourself have raised in me? What other shall I go to?" 
"None other!" Ceralt growled, anger in his eyes as he raised up and pulled me to his arms. 
"You may not go to another save with my permission, and this you do not have!" 
His lips took mine then, violently, demandingly, and soon I knew naught of what Famira and 
Cimilan were about. Ceralt had me, in his arms, in his possession, in the throes of a desire he 
had been unable to deny. I moaned with pleasure at the feel of him within me, knowing that 
the pleasure he gave was indeed fit for a war leader, for who else had the right to seek such? 
Ceralt was sthuvad beyond compare, and his loss would cut me more deeply than any other. 
The joy continued for many reckid, and when I was at last released to lie alone on the lanthay 
fur, Ceralt, spent, at my side, I found a silence which had not before filled the tent. Yet lying 
upon my back, I turned my head toward Cimilan and Famira, discovering two sets of eyes 
filled with interest. The female sat upon the lap of the male, her arms as far about his body as 
they might go, he also with his arms about her, yet his hands were not unmoving as were 
hers. Cimilan joyed in the presence of his female, unclothed, near to his touch, and Famira, 
though most recently seen to, moved as though fire again began to claim her. 
"There you have seen what you must strive for," said Cimilan to his female, his lips briefly 
touching her hair. "You saw how her body moved to meet his, how the openness of her called 
him to heights of added pleasure. It is a thing all women are capable of, should their men 
know enough to demand it of them. Presently you will find that I demand no less." 
"I will strive for its attainment, Cimilan," Famira whispered, her voice breathy with weakness. 
"I will give great attention in future to-oh! No, do not touch me so! You take my strength away 
doing so, and so soon again after having just-No, no, it cannot be done so soon again." 
"Can it not?" murmured Camilan as Ceralt chuckled and put his arm about me. "Very well, as 
you say it cannot be, I shall bow to your greater wisdom. Desire cannot again be raised in 
you, therefore shall I cease my efforts." 
He then took his hands from her body, moved her from his lap to the lanthay fur, and stood to 
stretch his broad body to the tent's roof. Famira, having been unceremoniously placed alone 
upon the fur, looked up at the male above her with abrupt uncertainty, her thighs pressed 
tightly together. I shook my head over her foolishness as Ceralt continued to chuckle, for it 
seemed clear to any with eyes that Famira had been made to feel her need, yet had refused 


the male who might see to it. Cimilan retrieved his breech and quickly donned it, then 
reached down again for his leather chest covering. 
"Do-do we now return to our own tent, Cimilan?" asked Famira, her tone uncertain and yet 
filled with considerable hope. "There is-a thing about which I would-speak with you alone." 
"Oh?" said Cimilan, gazing fondly down upon her, mellow good humor having been restored 
to him. "You need not await our return to our tent, satya. Speak to me now of that which 
concerns you." 
"I-I cannot," choked Famira, her gaze slipping to Ceralt and myself before finding the fur 
beneath Cimilan's feet. "It is a matter for your ears alone." 
"Such foolishness," laughed Cimilan, crouching down beside her to touch her hair with a 
gentle hand. "Surely there can be no matter which may not be spoken of before the High 
Rider. Speak now so that we may ease your questioning the sooner." 
Again Famira's eyes moved, this time to Ceralt alone, and though she seemed near to 
bursting, her head shook resolutely. 
"The matter is not so pressing," said she, pulling her legs beneath her so that she might rise 
to her feet. "I shall accompany you to our tent as soon as I am clad." 
"Cimilan, I insist you and your wench stay and take the evening meal with us," said Ceralt, 
sitting straight to watch Famira reach for the leathers which Cimilan had removed from her. 
"There is little to be done till Hannil and his riders join us, and no need for the time to be spent 
in solitude." 
"High Rider, my thanks," glowed Cimilan, standing the straighter with pride as Famira 
stiffened behind him. "We will be pleased to . . . ." 
"No!" snapped Famira, fury filling her eyes and voice, her body beginning to tremble. "I wish 
to return to my own tent, and I wish to go now! Perhaps another time, Ceralt!" 
"Woman, hold your tongue!" growled Cimilan, turning quickly to face her. "I will not have you 
spit upon the honor granted me! Stand yourself before the High Rider and ask his forgiveness 
for your ill manners, then thank him for requesting our presence!" 
"I shall do no such thing" gasped Famira, clearly shocked at the insistence, taking a step 
backward from the male. She held her breech and leather shirt to her, as though to ward off 
Cimilan's wrath with them. "I wish to leave, and need no one's permission to do so!" 
"You require my permission," said Cimilan, his voice grown hard and cold as he kept his gaze 
upon her. "And now it returns to me that you must be punished for your earlier actions, yet at 
this moment the High Rider awaits your words of apology." 
One large hand went to her arm, the other to the leathers she held, and a moment later the 
female was once again bereft of leathers and quickly pushed to her knees less than a pace 
before me. It was Ceralt she had been knelt to, of course, yet Ceralt did not move himself 
before me. He remained seated upon the fur as he was and awaited what would occur. 
"We await the apology, wench," said Cimilan from behind a Famira who was well taken with 
rage. She had been shocked to find herself put to her knees after having her leather taken 
again, yet the shock had quickly changed to fury. Her fists clenched, her eyes blazing hot, 
she attempted to regain her feet, yet this Cimilan would not allow. His hand moved quickly to 
her hair, tangling therein, bringing forth a cry of pain from the female. 
"The words?" repeated Cimilan, his voice soft as his eyes continued to rest upon a female 
who now knelt rigidly, aware that movement would increase her pain. Her eyes had returned 
to an awareness of shock, a disbelief that she might be treated so by a male, perhaps most 
shockingly that it was Cimilan who treated her so. Again I shook my head, despairing of her 
foolishness, yet what might one expect from a village slave-woman? 
"I shall speak!" Famira choked, her hands to Cimilan's fist in her hair, a tremor in her voice. 
"Release me and I will speak!" 
"The choice of when to speak is no more yours than whether or not you may do so," returned 
the male, his voice as soft as it had been. "Speak the words you now understand are 
necessary, and then, perhaps, you shall be released." 
"Perhaps?" the female whispered, meaning the word for no one other than herself. It had 
come to her that Cimilan need not release her if it was not his desire to do so, and her eyes, 
when moved to Ceralt, glistened with tears. "Cousin, I ask your pardon," she whispered, the 
tremor in her voice grown greater. "I would have you-forgive my-lack of good manners and-
also have you know-that your invitation is-most gratefully accepted." 
"Cousin, the pleasure is mine," smiled Ceralt, speaking as though the words came freely from 
his kin. "You will ever find a welcome beneath my roof." 
"High Rider, we thank you," said Cimilan, his hand yet in Famira's hair, a smile again upon his 
face. "In token of our gratitude, my woman will be pleased to see to the preparation of the 
provender-without the aid of your wench. Is this acceptable to you?" 


"That is very generous of you, Cimilan." Ceralt grinned, again pretending that he had no 
knowledge of the stricken look which took possession of Famira. "There is time yet before the 
meal need be cooked, yet perhaps it would be wise for Famira to familiarize herself with the 
whereabouts of the supplies and utensils. I am quite sure she would be upset if our meal 
were delayed by cause of her unpreparedness." 
"In such an event, I have no doubt of her upset," said Cimilan, speaking in main to the female 
he now raised to her feet by the hair. "Come, Famira, let us have you inspect the cooking 
facilities. You may remember such things from your time in your father's halyar." 
The female drew her breath in in mortification, yet made no attempt to resist the male as he 
led her toward the holder of glowing coals. She stumbled along in his grip, striving to keep 
pace with him, and neither she nor the male were aware of my eyes having left them to go to 
Ceralt. That male sat and laughed softly as he watched the others, then suddenly became 
aware of my gaze. His eyes moved to mine where I lay in the lanthay fur before him, and his 
laughter softened to a smile. 
"Why do you study me so?" he asked, his hand coming to smooth my hair. "Do you, too, have 
a thing which must be discussed in private?" 
"It is more a matter of confusion," I sighed, doubting my wisdom in speaking of it. "At first 
Ceralt would not allow Jalav to touch him, now he demands that she do so. I do not 
understand why this is-nor when it shall again become forbidden." 
"My poor Jalav," said he, a sigh to match mine in his voice. "All about her is confusion, yet 
one fey understanding will come. For now she has only to understand that Ceralt welcomes 
the touch of her hands-as all men welcome the touch of their women. Come, Jalav mine. 
Stand now and replace your breech." 
My look must have told him of my new lack of understanding, for he chuckled as he took my 
hands and pulled me to my feet. 
"I am sure Cimilan intends keeping Famira unclothed as an added punishment," he said very 
softly so that only I might hear. "Should this be the case, the presence of your breech upon 
you will increase her embarrassment and decrease her willfulness. It is more than time she 
was taken firmly in hand." 
He turned from me to reclaim his own breech, and as I took mine in hand I again wondered at 
his concept of duty toward his kin. It was evident that the thought of Famira's coming 
embarrassment pleased him, a thing no Hosta would allow herself to feel. Perhaps one must 
be of the cities and villages to consider such an act a part of honor-and find pleasure in it. 
No more than a hand of reckid later, Lialt and Telion entered the tent. They paused beside 
the entrance to remove their body furs and dry the bottoms of their leg furs, and only when 
they stepped full within the tent did they see Famira and she them. The female had been 
kneeling among the packs of provender, seeking knowledge of what lay where, hidden 
behind the crouching bulk of Cimilan. As the two newcomers entered within, Cimilan rose to 
his feet to greet them, and Famira, all unknowing, also straightened from her search to find 
the eyes and grins of Lialt and Telion full upon her. Her flesh reddened, from face to ankles, 
her breath drew in in a gasp of mortification, and she quickly placed herself again behind 
Cimilan. 
"My leathers!" she choked, grasping at the back of the male she stood behind. "Cimilan, I 
cannot reach my leathers!" 
"For what reason do you require your leathers?" asked the male, an easy amusement to his 
tone. "It is warm within this tent, and we shall not be leaving for some time yet." 
"But there are others!" the female pleaded, pulling again at the male. "I cannot go unclad with 
others within the tent! I must have my leathers!" 
"Nonsense," laughed Cimilan, closing one eye toward Lialt and Telion. "I am pleased to have 
other men see my good fortune. Stand here before me and give greeting to the Pathfinder 
and the High Rider's chosen brother." 
"No!" wailed Famira, once again reduced to tears. "I cannot, I cannot, I cannot!" 
Then did she whirl away from Cimilan and throw herself toward the back of the tent, in among 
the packs and provisions, in an attempt to bury herself among them. Telion and Lialt chuckled 
well as Cimilan, with a grin, followed after the female, Ceralt also watching the sport with 
amusement, I, alone, finding no humor in the matter. Shame touches each of us in different 
ways, yet even village slave-women were able, at times, to feel its pain. Famira had 
undoubtedly earned her shame, yet there need not have been such-complete amusement-in 
the giving of it. The original doing had not been through her efforts alone. 
The male Cimilan, full bent upon his amusement, drew the female from her hiding place with 
an arm about her waist. Her voice rose in a wail of pleading, she kicked and fought to remain 
hidden, yet naught moved the male from his purpose. In no more than a moment was she 


placed upon her feet among the three males, they having made a loose circle about her, 
seeing that they gave her no place to run. She stood with head down, weeping, attempting to 
hide herself with her hands, making more of the thing than any save a city female would have 
done. The males examined her with their eyes, yet Cimilan found himself dissatisfied. 
"Remove your hands from before you, satya," he directed, his voice not unkind. "Should it be 
necessary, your wrists may be bound behind you." 
Famira raised her head to look upon Cimilan, her eyes widened in denial of belief, her arms 
slowly dropping from before her. The female now knew, beyond doubt, that she was bound to 
males, theirs to do with as they pleased. Should Cimilan wish it, she would be bound tightly 
with leather, displayed before others or left untouched in a corner, to pull at the leather and 
struggle in vain. She dared not disobey his commands, dared not even consider such, and I 
folded my arms beneath my life sign, struggling to see the matter as Famira saw it. It is 
possible for any to fall captive to males, yet how might one give over dignity and freedom with 
no more than token protest? Had Famira been beaten near to death her fear might be 
understandable, yet naught had been done to her save the suggestion of a possibility, and 
there she stood, fearful lest she be bound in leather, a fate too horrible to contemplate. Much 
did I struggle for understanding, yet such was not meant to come to me. 
"A lovely morsel, Cimilan," said Telion with a grin, causing Famira to redden further. "It is 
good of you to allow us to look upon her." 
Indeed," agreed Lialt, also with much of a grin. "I had not known my cousin to be so much of 
a woman. My congratulations on your good fortune." 
"You are horrid, all of you!" wept Famira, her hands now before her face, her head lowered to 
them. "You shame me with every word and care naught for doing so! I shall never forgive you 
never!" 
The males looked upon one another with a twinkle Famira saw naught of, and again I shook 
my head at her foolishness. To berate those with power over you may be done only when 
one cares naught for the consequences. 
"So you feel you have been given shame," said Cimilan with a sternness his eyes belied. "I 
think, my girl, you have not yet learned the meaning of shame. Men have complimented your 
appearance, and you have returned them discourteousness. The insult must be wiped away. 
Lialt, Telion, please take seat and make yourselves at ease." 
Cimilan did as he had bade the other males do, and all looked up toward a Famira who now 
stood warily apprehensive, her hands no longer before her face, the tears running unheeded 
down her cheeks. Ceralt came to stand beside me, his face expressionless, his eyes 
amused, yet Famira no longer looked upon him. She looked only upon Cimilan, sparing not 
even a glance for the other males. 
"Now," said Cimilan sternly. "Hold your arms away from your body and turn to face Lialt and 
Telion. Do not return your arms nor face away from them without my permission, else you 
shall be punished on the spot." 
A lack of understanding showed in Famira's eyes as she slowly did as she was commanded, 
yet the movement was not lost upon the males she stood before. Her arms, bent at the 
elbows, held away from her body, beckoned the males toward the sweetness of her form, the 
large breasts, the small waist, the obvious presence of her womanhood. A murmur of 
approval arose all around, from Ceralt as well as the others, and startlement at last came to 
Famira, to see such desire in the eyes of males. She looked upon Telion, then upon Lialt, 
seeing the heat sight of her brought, and then a feeling came to her which I was able to 
recognize from also having felt it. When Ceralt looked upon me with pleasure and desire, I 
often found that I wished to show myself to him even though the heat rose high within me at 
his gaze. I wished to show myself to him yet did not wish it so, for the desire I felt then was 
near to crippling, nigh unto agony. Famira stood with her long legs at ease, the left one 
straight, the right one somewhat bent at the knee, gazing at Lialt and Telion as they gazed 
upon her, and then, as though in curiosity, her head turned to Cimilan where he sat. Naked 
desire shown from the male's eyes, pleasure and heat and pride bound together, and Famira 
suddenly shuddered, drew her legs tightly together, then threw herself to the fur at his feet. 
"Cimilan, take me back to our tent!" the female wept, clawing her way to his lap and arms. "I 
beg you, Cimilan, I cannot bear the pain!" 
"There is a way your pain might be eased, satya," the male murmured, drawing her close to 
his chest. "Here, now, without the need of returning to our tent." 
"No!" the female whispered, twisting about in his arms. "You could not use me before these 
others! You would not!" 
"Do you feel the act would shame you?" the male asked, moving his hands upon her body. 
"As badly as you have thus far been shamed?" 


"Oh, much more!" Famira moaned, knowing naught of where Cimilan's hands went till she 
cried out as though in fear of her soul. Her screams rang out again and again as she 
attempted to force Cimilan's stroking from the center of her being, yet the male was not to be 
denied-nor was her flesh. It took no more than the briefest moment before she began to beg 
her use, there, upon the spot they sat, out upon the snow, anywhere possible that it might be 
done immediately. Cimilan laughed to see the change in her, put her to her back in the fur, 
and soon had full, deep possession of her. Telion and Lialt chuckled as they rose to their feet, 
and Ceralt stirred beside me. 
"So much for the shame of use," said Ceralt, stretching his broad body hard. "How quickly a 
wench may be made to change her views." 
"From whom were such views learned?" I asked as Telion and Lialt stopped beside us. 
"Should all village females glory in their use by males, who might be left to instill such beliefs 
in those not yet touched?" 
My question had been for Ceralt, yet he himself made no answer as he looked to Lialt and 
Telion, who quickly avoided his gaze as they coughed into their cupped hands. Ceralt glared 
upon the two he called brother, then returned his gaze to me. 
"Famira had the ill luck to be daughter to one who delighted in the unhappiness of others," 
said he, his voice showing difficulty with the words. "In his attempts to protect his daughter 
from men with no honor, he, perhaps inadvertently, instilled too great a mistrust in her. It is, 
after all, a man's duty to protect his daughter from unwelcome advances. How else might she 
be protected save with cautions deeply instilled?" 
"Would it not be simpler to slay those without honor?" I pursued, frowning at the concept 
presented me. "The innocent are cruelly handicapped so that those without honor might live 
in peace? No Hosta would countenance such a thing." 
"Perhaps the Hosta are not mistaken in all of their views," murmured Telion, drawing 
unreadable glances from Ceralt and Lialt. "In our civilized lands, the innocent do indeed suffer 
for the guilty." 
"I dislike straying from so fascinating a subject," said Lialt, his haste causing him to speak 
before my own words might be uttered, "yet I feel that Ceralt should know that Hannil's group 
has been sighted. They will be here well within the hin, and should be properly greeted." 
"By me," nodded Ceralt, already turning toward his leg coverings. "We will take our evening 
meals separately, yet Hannil will expect our presence afterward. You two will, of course, 
accompany me." 
"Of course," agreed Lialt with a nod from Telion. "Do you wish us with you now?" 
"No," denied Ceralt, taking himself toward his body furs. "I have rested and refreshed myself, 
and so must you do as well. Hannil is not one to visit with an unguarded tongue. Should you 
feel up to it, Lialt, you may give Jalav another reading lesson." 
By then Ceralt was well covered in furs, therefore did he take himself from the tent to see to 
the matter he had spoken of. Lialt and Telion looked upon one another with shrugs, removed 
their leg coverings, then found a skin of near-renth to share. Famira continued to writhe and 
cry out beneath Cimilan, causing Lialt and Telion to gaze musingly upon me, yet their musing 
looks no longer disturbed me. Were I to be used by them it would be so, for Mida had not 
freed me from my capture. I would accept their use as the trial it was, knowing my capture 
would one fey come to an end. I sat myself upon the lanthay fur, cross-legged as became a 
warrior, and awaited the end of my capture. 
Perhaps half a hin passed in quiet as the males shared near-renth, and then did Lialt fetch 
the sheaf called book which contained black stokes called letters. Again I was made to kneel 
before the sheaf, and again did Lialt point to various strokes and pronounce their calling, yet 
this time was not as the time before. I immediately saw a stroke I believed I knew the calling 
of, and when I pointed toward it and spoke its name, Lialt was much pleased. He told me the 
stroke was the letter "see," the letter which began Ceralt's name, and then I paused, recalling 
the silent speech of the Midanna, which was taught to all warriors-to-be. So long had it been 
since I had learned it that nearly had I forgotten, yet all first signs taught to warriors-to-be had 
but a single sound. The sound "see" was made by all the fingers of the right hand, cupped in 
a semi-circle, as though measuring a small distance. The sound, the sign and the stroke, 
then, all had the same calling. I asked the stroke for Lialt's name and the one for Telion's, and 
each appeared somewhat the same though differences were apparent after inspection, each 
sound matching a sign I knew. Lialt became eager at my interest, near excitement in his 
manner, causing Telion to come close to watch our doings and speak a word or two of his 
own. It became apparent the strokes were much the same as tracks in the forest, identical to 
those with no knowledge of them, easily differentiated by one who has studied the matter. 
Jalav knew each track and print, each scent and habit of each child of the wild; was she to 


allow mere strokes upon thin leather to best her? 
Much did I labor till the evening meal was prepared, Lialt and Telion by my side. Lialt had 
wished to end the session considerably earlier, yet I had pressed him to continue till all the 
sounds of all the letters had been shown me. There were less than six hands of such, nearly 
all the same as the signs I already knew, yet I found it as difficult separating one from the 
other as a new warrior finds separating the track of the hadat from the track of the zaran. It 
was this at which I labored, the separating of the strokes, till Telion stretched and stirred 
where he sat. 
"It seems our meal has been prepared," said he, gazing back away from the sheaf toward the 
metal holder of glowing stones. "I am pleased to see our stomachs need not suffer due to 
Jalav's new-found zealousness. I had not thought it would be so." 
"The High Rider kindly accepted my woman's efforts," said Cimilan, causing Lialt and myself 
to turn toward him as well. He lay at his ease upon the furs, his breech and leggings and leg 
furs having been replaced, his expression strong with satisfaction. Famira knelt beside him, 
three cuts of meat upon the board she held, the aroma of cooked flesh only then coming to 
me. The female remained completely unclothed, her hair falling free down her back, her head 
bent so that the blush on her cheeks might partially be hidden, though the blush on her body 
showed clearly her awareness of the attention of males. Lialt and Telion grinned as they 
looked upon her, causing her to further lower her head in misery, and Cimilan chuckled as he 
sat up and reached over to stroke her hair. 
"I feel you now know yourself to have been punished, satya," said he to a Famira who 
seemed near to tears. "Should you wish to disobey me again, should you attempt to force me 
to your own selfish ends, you will in future know what the attempt will bring you. Do you 
understand?" 
"I understand," whispered Famira, tears glistening in her eyes as she raised her head to gaze 
upon Cimilan. "Indeed, all is completely clear to me now." 
"Such understanding should be shared with Jalav," said Ceralt from the entrance, having 
entered in time to hear Famira's words. "I often feel understanding is a total stranger to her." 
"In this matter, my understanding is complete." I shrugged, turning about to sit cross-legged 
upon the fur. "Males may give shame and pain to see their desires brought about, yet females 
are forbidden to do the same. The reason for this is that males have greater strength and 
size, therefore, they are free to do as they please. The matter is called, 'concern' or 'civilizing' 
or possibly, 'love' or 'generosity,' and is clearly a male thing. None save males might act so in 
the name of honor." 
A moment of silence passed, broken only by the rustle of Ceralt's furs being removed, the 
eyes of all those within the tent resting upon me. The males gazed upon me with frowns, 
Famira stared with pained yet silent agreement, then Ceralt dried the bottoms of his leg furs 
and came forward. 
"Such sentiments are nonsense," he asserted, removing his leather chest covering before 
crouching to face me. "Would you prefer seeing men give women true physical pain to see 
themselves obeyed? Would you have them beat their women with a lash to spare them the 
discomfort of embarrassment? Should these women be struck down with swords for the 
crime of insolence or haughtiness? Men are indeed larger and more powerful than women-
yet they need not be brutal in their strength. It is enough to do only that which must be done 
to see themselves obeyed. " 
"And who is to decide what must be done?" I countered, looking up into his light, serious 
eyes. "It is, of course, the male himself. Surely it is more brutal to lash a female than to 
shame her to the point of wishing for death, says he, therefore do I show great generosity in 
doing no more than giving shame. That she may no longer hold her head up in dignity is of no 
moment, for surely she is more appealing to males with her head lowered and her eyes upon 
their feet. Surely does the male feel more a male with his female cowering upon her knees, a 
living tribute to his prowess as a male. How difficult it is, to put a small frightened, unarmed, 
female to her knees before you! How great is your concern for others, and how noble!" 
"Enough!" growled Ceralt, putting his hands to my arms to shake me. "It is bitterness which 
speaks within you, not reason! The dignity you speak of is no more than foolish female pride, 
a pride now pinched to tenderness. It galls you that you may not be served by those about 
you, but must instead serve them, and as a woman. Women do indeed serve men because 
they are the smaller, the weaker. Those who serve well need fear neither pain nor 
embarrassment, a fact which you seem to have overlooked." 
"Ah, they are free, then, to obey," I nodded into his anger. "How may one not envy such 
freedom, such glory? Indeed is Jalav wrong to bemoan her lot when such freedom may be 
hers as well." 


"What has gotten into you?" demanded Ceralt, releasing my arms to send a frown toward me. 
"Why do you suddenly speak so when heretofore the words must needs be torn from you?" 
"I have learned a thing from males," I shrugged, putting my hands. to my arms where his 
fingers had dug so deep. "To shame a female gives a male great pleasure, the more he 
desires her, the greater his pleasure. Too, her silence in the face of his great generosity does 
no more than convince him of her fear of him and her approval of his actions. Jalav is a 
warrior born, bred to fear no male living or dead. She shall never find aught save shame and 
pain at the hands of males, for such is the trial imposed upon her by Mida. To remain silent to 
avoid such shame and pain is the act of a coward, a thing she has, till this moment, failed to 
see. Ceralt may beat her or shame her as he wishes, yet no longer will she remain silent in 
cowardly escape. She shall speak as she sees fit till commanded to silence by he who holds 
her captive." 
"Yet, even then, the sentiment shall remain, the words merely unspoken," nodded Ceralt, his 
eyes flat, his expression veiled. "No matter how I speak upon the matter, no matter what 
kindness I show you, still will you see naught save your own views, hear naught save your 
own beliefs. In your own thoughts you remain a captive-and a warrior. You have previously 
been warned concerning such attitudes; now shall you be punished. Come with me." 
Ceralt again stood erect in the silence about us, then turned away to walk to the center of the 
tent. The other males appeared most sober-faced as they watched me rise to follow him, yet 
none spoke a word as Ceralt seated himself cross-legged in the fur, then indicated a place at 
his feet. 
"My captive may now kneel here, before her captor," said Ceralt, gazing up at me where I 
stood. "Remove that breech and place yourself at my feet, where you belong, and speak not 
another word till you have my permission to do so. As you care so little for what is done to 
you, the position should cause you neither pain nor shame." 
My hesitation at his command was brief indeed, yet the lack of understanding which caused it 
was longer in duration. Fully had I expected to be beaten for my words, yet Ceralt, it seemed, 
was not of a mind to do so. He watched as I removed the breech and threw it from me, his 
light eyes showing little anger. It seemed more like pain which lurked in the pale, deep pools, 
yet naught had been said which might have caused such pain. I had spoken naught save the 
truth, yet the male felt pain from the words. Did he truly think himself blameless that the truth 
would put such a look in his eyes? As I knelt before him I would have spoken my questions, 
but I had been commanded to silence. 
"You do not yet seem the proper captive," mused Ceralt, studying me where I knelt, then his 
hand came swiftly to my hair. "I believe it would be best if this warrior's head were bowed in 
proper humility. Bend yourself so, Jalav, and do not move till I release you." 
His fist in my hair put my head to the furs, forcing my body forward toward him as though I 
bowed in his presence. I knew a moment of anger and humiliation, then forced the feelings 
from me. The shame given me was by the will of Mida, no more than another trial her warrior 
must endure-yet the need for endurance was a trial in itself. 
"Now, let us eat," said Ceralt, a thick heartiness in his tone. "Come and join me, brothers. 
Cimilan, is your wench prepared to serve us?" 
"Certainly, High Rider," replied Cimilan, his voice somewhat subdued. "Famira, my heart, see 
to the others first." 
"Yes, Cimilan," replied the female, the sound of her rising lost in the sound of the others 
taking their places. There was much moving about, murmured comments and questions, and 
then all seemed at last to be settled with their provender. I knelt as Ceralt had placed me, my 
head to the fur at his knee, my eyes seeing naught save the fur and my own knees. 
"How went the arrival of Hannil?" asked Lialt after a few moments of silence. "Surely their 
tents already stand about the clearing with ours." 
"Their tents stand," agreed Ceralt about a mouthful, then he paused to swallow before 
continuing. "Hannil himself stands with anger, for he is far from convinced of the wisdom of 
the journey. We must see to it that he does not return immediately from whence he came. 
When our meal is done, we are invited to visit his tent." 
"Surely, his own Pathfinder has seen the necessity for the journey," protested Lialt. "Why 
does he continue to hesitate?" 
"I know not," muttered Ceralt, once again at his provender. "Perhaps we shall soon find out." 
The meal continued in silence, telling me little of the doings of others. I knew not whether 
those seated upon the lanthay fur looked upon me, yet it mattered not. Should the males 
press Ceralt for my use, they would show they had looked upon me. I knew the meal as 
having been concluded when the sound of movement betokened someone's rising. 
"We will now return to our own tent, High Rider," said Cimilan, his voice as subdued as it had 


been. "I thank you for your assistance, and wish you success in your dealings with Hannil. 
Famira, replace your leathers." 
Soft footsteps hurried through the lanthay fur to do Cimilan's bidding, and again the silence 
descended till Cimilan himself donned his leather chest covering and went toward his body 
furs. Then came the sound of footsteps close to me, and Famira's voice above me. 
"Ceralt-cousin-I beg of you not to be too harsh with her," she whispered, a catch in her voice. 
"I feel sure she spoke as she did primarily on my behalf. I would not wish to see her punished 
because of me." 
"Do not be concerned, cousin," Ceralt replied, his voice as soft as hers. "Jalav must reap 
what she sows--else she feels herself free to do as she pleases. Would you see yourself 
punished for insolence while Jalav goes free?" 
"She and I are not the same," the female replied, a wistfulness in her voice. "I would deny it if 
I were able-I have never before felt another woman superior to myself-yet denial would be 
idle. She is more than I shall ever be able to become." 
"You speak foolishness," snorted Ceralt, an impatience entering his tone. "The wench is no 
different from you, no different from any other. She kneels at my feet, obedient to my wishes, 
and may be put beneath me as easily as you were put beneath Cimilan. Where, then, lies the 
difference?" 
A brief moment of silence came, underscoring the heat of Ceralt's demand, and then a 
stirring sounded, accompanied by a sigh which was half sob. 
"Ah, cousin, my heart aches for you," whispered Famira, her voice muffled as though against 
Ceralt's shoulder. "I see now how greatly you desire her to be yours, so greatly you attempt to 
deny the evidence of your senses. May the Serene Oneness hear your prayer for aid and 
assist you to victory; I fear she will never be mastered as easily as I." 
"Famira," Ceralt began, his voice softened again so that it nearly faltered. "Cousin, I thank 
you for your thoughts on my behalf. You make me proud before the man who has chosen 
you. Go with him now, and feel no further concern. All shall be well." 
A sound came as though they embraced, and then the female rose to her feet and departed 
the tent, the amount of cold entering saying two left at once. Stirring dotted the silence, and 
then Ceralt spoke again. 
"No, Telion, do not say you agree with the wench," he growled, all softness having left his 
tone. "A female may be thanked for uttering muddleheaded foolishness; a man should know 
better." 
"I intended saying nothing of the sort," replied Telion with a yawn. "I merely intended pointing 
out that our wench here has felt herself responsible for all wenches about her for quite some 
time. Perhaps it is too soon to expect her to witness another wench's punishment without the 
bitterness of being helpless to prevent it." 
"Perhaps," Ceralt conceded, his voice unconvinced. "She may indeed be bitter for such a 
reason, yet a reason does not dispense with the need for punishment. If naught else, she 
must learn her old responsibilities are no more." 
"Such a thing may take more time than we currently possess," Lialt sighed, rising to his feet. 
"I feel the Times pressing, the Snows demanding their due. There shall soon be room for 
thought of naught else. Is Jalav to accompany us to Hannil's tent, or remain behind?" 
"She must accompany us," Ceralt replied, also rising to his feet. "Hannil must be shown every 
bit of evidence we possess to convince him of the necessity for the journey. How may we do 
so without the presence of the hadat? Jalav, straighten yourself now and replace your 
leathers. All of them." 
I raised my head from the furs in obedience to Ceralt's word, yet found the need to kneel in 
place till the lightheadedness and whirling left me. The males, including Telion, all moved 
about fetching their leathers and furs, yet soon were able to stand and watch as I donned 
mine. Their interest in me seemed other than usual, with no word spoken even as we left the 
tent. 
Without the tent the cold seemed to draw the life from one, a small wind sending it deep 
within one's leathers and furs. Through the strange, lightened darkness and snow we 
trudged, toward a set of tents which had not stood about the clearing earlier. One tent, larger 
than the others as it was like that of Ceralt, three tents as one, was that to which we walked, 
all hurrying to the urging of the wind and cold. In but a few reckid we had reached its 
entrance, and Ceralt led Lialt within, Telion's arm urging me in before him. 
The new tent appeared no different from Ceralt's, yet the smells within were strange and 
unattractive. Ceralt and Lialt paused to remove their furs, as did Telion behind me, yet it took 
a nudge of some strength from Telion before I was reminded that my leg furs must be 
removed with the rest. I did so most unwillingly, uneasy in the atmosphere which lay heavily 


all about, then Lialt and Ceralt moved more fully into the tent, and I was able to see those 
who occupied it. 
Three males sat in a line upon the furs, two reclining at their ease, the third seated cross-
legged as he drank from a skin which undoubtedly contained near-renth. Dark of hair and eye 
were these males, like all village males save Ceralt and Lialt, large, broad and strong like the 
others, yet somehow less alert, less alive. Each male was attended by a female, slight, dark, 
unclothed-and chained. The females knelt beside their males, their wrists, chained together, 
held close to their throats by yet another chain which circled their throats, their faces tense, 
their eyes filled with misery and fear. It was this fear which stained the air, fouling it so that to 
breathe it was to breathe terror and defeat, despair and hopelessness. Ceralt and Lialt moved 
as though reluctant to enter, and Telion made a sound in his throat, too low for others to hear. 
Had it been possible, I would have left on the instant. 
"Ah, Ceralt!" boomed he with the skin of near-renth, wiping his mouth upon the back of his 
hand. "Thinking you would be longer in coming, we were about to begin a sport with our 
wenches. See, they have already been chained." 
"What a shame our arrival has caused you an inconvenience," murmured Lialt, looking down 
upon the females. "The sport would undoubtedly have been an extraordinary one." 
"Not at all," laughed the seated male, putting his hand to the female kneeling beside him. 
"Deela has many times played at the sport, therefore do the other two wenches lose to her 
with regularity. Perhaps it is time to devise a new sport, one which is equally unknown to 
them all." 
The female Deela, kneeling beside the male, had seemed as fearful as the other females-till 
one looked into her eyes. Secret triumph lurked within the large, dark orbs, twisting the 
female's beauty to pleasured cruelty. At the male's words her skin paled and terror came to 
her eyes, and immediately she bent farther and began putting her lips to the male's belly and 
thighs. 
"I see Deela wishes no part of a new sport," laughed the male, putting his fist to her hair to 
hold her still. "To the rear of the tent with you, wench, on your knees and head to the fur. 
Serious business is now at hand; sport must wait for another time. All of you wenches, go!" 
The three females struggled to their feet, hurried to the packs at the rear of the tent, then 
knelt with heads down as they had been commanded. Little relief had shone in their eyes, for 
their torment had merely been postponed. 
"Does that one not know herself female?" asked the seated male, his eyes of a sudden 
resting upon me. "Did I not say all females were to obey me?" 
"Hannil, this is Jalav," said Ceralt, turning to regard me without expression. "Do you forget the 
words describing the hadat of our journey? This one is hadat in truth, as opposed to 
accompanying us as would be one which walked upon four legs. She obeys none save me, 
for I have made her my woman." 
"Her eyes show little obedience of any sort," muttered he called Hannil, displeased to a large 
degree. "How is she beneath those leathers? Worth the taking?" 
"She is scarred," said Ceralt, returning his gaze to the seated male. "She was near death 
when we retrieved her from the forests to which she had fled. She will wear the marks upon 
her for all of her days." 
"Indeed," murmured the seated male, leaning back at his ease. "And yet, how badly wounded 
might she have been, that she now stands before us? I understand you claim the intervention 
of the Serene Oneness, preserving her solely to allow her to make this journey. Perhaps I 
had best see these scars you speak of, so that I, too, may be certain of the matter of 
intervention." 
Ceralt gazed down upon the male Hannil, his face expressionless, his body unexplainably 
more tense than it had been, unaware of the look Lialt sent him, unaware of Telion's stirring 
beside me. No more than a brief instant did Ceralt stand so, and then he nodded as though 
naught had occurred. 
"Certainly," said he, something of a smile upon his face. "Let us by all means make certain of 
your belief. Jalav, remove your leathers." 
The eyes of the seated males came to me at Ceralt's words, and I disliked their stare in its 
entirety. They anticipated more than the sight of the tracks of Silla spears, a thing obvious 
from the gleam in their eyes, the licking of their lips. They seemed more youthful than their 
appearance would indicate, mere children all aglow, about to indulge in forbidden pleasures. 
These males were males in appearance only, as some Hosta captives had proven to be, fit 
only to have lips curled when warriors looked upon them. 
"Remove that look from your face!" Telion hissed in my ear, unnoticed by the others as they 
inspected my legs where I had begun taking the leather from me. "Would you force Ceralt to 


punish you here, before these others, to salve their pride?" 
I made no reply to the male, merely removing the covering from my upper body, seething 
within at the battle my mind fought. Was I to hide my disgust at these new males to keep from 
being shamed before them? I could not bear either thought, wishing only to be shut of the 
entire lot of them, gone about Mida's business as I was destined to go. How long, Mida, how 
long? 
"Surely those are spear scars," frowned one of the seated males, moving his eyes about me. 
"it seems unbelievable that she walks and uses her hands. I have seen riders permanently 
crippled with wounds less severe." 
"Yet they do naught to distract from the femaleness of her," said Hannil, his eyes resting upon 
my breasts. "Have her remove the breech as well, Ceralt." 
"There are no further scars to be seen beneath her breech," replied Ceralt, folding his arms 
across his chest. "Do we speak as those who shall ride together, Hannil, or do we merely nod 
in passing, each going his own way alone? Have you come here merely to see another 
wench stripped before you? Your own wench seems attractive enough to satisfy the wants of 
any man. Must we exchange wenches to have your agreement to the journey?" 
Ceralt spoke sharply, deriding the other male, seemingly out of patience with the foolishness 
presented him. Hannil turned his head sharply toward Ceralt, nearly angered at having been 
spoken to so, and then he laughed. 
"We had best not quarrel, brother," said he, something distasteful behind his amusement. 
"The journey ahead of us will take much effort-if it is to be successful." 
"You will go then?" Lialt pounced, gladness in his tone. "You believe in the journey?" 
"I have been forced to believe," grimaced Hannil, reaching again for the skin of near-renth. 
"My own Pathfinder spoke to me of it before the arrival of Ceralt's messenger, a dozen feyd 
before. I was also told of the hadat, what her appearance must be, how she would respond to 
the journey-and the certainty that death awaited us should the journey not be made. I wished 
only to see this wench of yours, to assure myself she was indeed the one spoken of by my 
Pathfinder. Take seat and let us drink together now, for who knows how much longer we will 
be able to do so?" 
The three males about me looked upon one another, then took their places upon the lanthay 
fur, facing those who already sat. He called Hannil drank from the skin he held then passed it 
about, seeing that each of the males did as he had done. Once the drink had been partaken 
of by all, the females were ordered from the back of the tent, touched and kissed briefly by 
the males to whom they had run, then sent to the three males who were guests within their 
tent. She called Deela threw herself upon Ceralt, squirming and kissing at him, causing him to 
laugh in delight as she attempted to please him with her wrists chained near to her neck. I 
alone stood where I had been, arms folded beneath my life sign, body straight, head held 
high. The males had come for serious talk, yet there they sat, arms about the females who 
had crept to them, laughter in their voices, desire in their eyes. After some reckid of sport the 
talk again turned to the trail, a matter which should have been seen to at once. These males 
made mighty warriors indeed. 
Surely more than a hin passed in talk of formations and march times, supplies and hunting, 
how many would remain behind with the females, how many would continue on. The males 
seemed intent upon the talk, yet how may one discuss possible battle amid the giggling and 
wheedling of slave-women? Ceralt and Lialt and Telion seemed pleased with the distractions 
pressed upon them, a thing Hannil did not fail to note. Many times did his eyes come to study 
me where I stood, and at last he leaned back once more in the lanthay fur. 
"I see, Ceralt, that Deela pleases you," said he, showing a pleasure of his own. "I find it odd 
that your own woman fails to kneel by your side, allowing, instead, another female the task of 
seeing to her man's pleasure. Have you instructed her to act so?" 
Ceralt raised his eyes to regard me, listening to Hannil's words without expression, his hands 
spread out upon the female Deela, who pressed nearer and ever nearer to him. A moment 
passed in silence after Hannil had completed his observation, then Ceralt shook his head. 
"No, I have not instructed her to act so," said he, all inflection gone from his voice. "She 
continues to refuse acknowledgment of her position as a man's wench, and I grow weary of it. 
Your wench's welcome is a pleasant change." 
"Yet you must continue to keep the cold wench by you, for her presence is critical," nodded 
Hannil, sober concern and complete understanding clear in his manner. "A pity you, who 
labor in the cause of all, must suffer while others make merry about you." Hannil's head 
shook in commiseration, and then his face lighted as his hand smote his thigh. "No, by 
Sigurr's putrid breath, it need not be! You, too, shall have pleasure, for this darkness at the 
very least! You may use Deela, and I shall keep watch over this silent statue." 


"That is very kind of you, Hannil," Ceralt began, his hands amove upon the female he held, 
"yet it may not . . . ." 
"No, no; I insist!" interrupted this Hannil, his face pleased and full of friendship. "You need not 
protest out of a sense of, propriety, for I shall hear none of it. As there be two other wenches 
in the tent, I will not find myself bereft. Take her, brother, and find the joy in her you have so 
valiantly earned." 
Ceralt hesitated, and then his eyes touched me again, staring as though he searched for a 
sign which might guide him. I took my gaze from his and looked toward the tent wall, already 
knowing which way he would decide. Ceralt wished a village slave-woman for his own, one 
who knew naught of being a warrior. Jalav was not one such as that. 
"You see, she makes no protest," said Hannil, his voice as pleased as it had been. "To an 
unwilling wench, one place is as distasteful as another." 
"Apparently you see the thing more clearly than I," said Ceralt, and then came the sound of 
his rising to his feet. "Had she desired to return with me, she would have spoken of it. I accept 
your kind offer, Hannil, and shall find some means by which to repay you. Remove the chain 
from this wench. so that she may find her leathers and furs. Jalav, as my company is so 
distasteful to you, you will remain here." 
Further sounds came, of rising and dressing and preparations for departure, yet through it all 
I continued to look upon naught save the far wall. Ceralt had the female he desired, clearly 
his free choice in the matter, yet had he attempted to show the choice as one forced upon 
him by my actions. Was I to believe he had no memory of commanding me to silence, that he 
spoke of the lack of words from me? Perhaps the male spoke to confuse the others, yet it 
mattered not. Again had I been given to a strange male, to face the trials imposed upon me 
by Mida. 
Ceralt and the others, accompanied by the female Deela, at last left the tent to a considerable 
silence. Hannil and his males sat in silent contemplation of me, eyes hooded and faces 
thoughtful, and then, after a full hand of reckid, Hannil rose to his feet to approach me. His 
face showed naught of what he was about, yet suddenly was I taken and held by male 
strength, his arms about me and holding me still, till the chains taken from the female Deela 
were firmly closed upon me. About my throat was the largest secured, to that one the two 
upon my wrists attached, all holding me as Hannil wished, confining me as though I were a 
slave. Hannil laughed to see the manner in which I struggled, useless as always against the 
metal of males, then his fist found my hair to force my gaze up to his. 
"It is now time for sport earlier begun, wench," said he, stroking his hand down my belly to the 
breech about me, then tearing the breech away. "Now you seem much the same as any other 
wench, save perhaps a bit more to pleasure a man's hands and eyes. Truly are you well 
made, well made indeed." 
His hands, free of the breech, came to fondle and stroke my breasts, quickly bringing them to 
eager points. Again I struggled against the chain which held me, shamed to my soul that the 
touch of one such as he would reach my blood. 
"You are quick to heat for one so cold," he laughed, taking the points he had made between 
his fingers. "It is my sincere hope that you will be first to lose the game, allowing me rapid 
access to this body of yours. Taking you now would be pleasant, yet entirely against the rules 
of the game." 
The other males asprawl upon the lanthay fur laughed with the one before me, then was I 
pushed to the center of the tent, a moment later joined by the other two females, propelled in 
the same manner. 
"For the benefit of the newcomer, I shall explain again the rules of the game," said Hannil, 
coming to stand before myself and the two who cringed in fear beside me. The male now let 
cruelty stare from his eyes, now that males who knew him not were gone. "The matter is 
simple, Jalav, in that there are the bodies of two forest scarm hidden within this tent. You 
wenches must search for them without use of your hands, and immediately upon finding one 
must take it in your teeth and bring it forth to lay it at our feet. She who fails to find a scarm is 
the loser, and must then pleasure my riders and me till our desire is spent. We, of course, 
take the loser together, that she not feel undesireable and unwanted. Do you understand?" 
His eyes again moved about me, his grin strong as he stood with fists upon his hips. I said 
naught to that which I had been told, for I had not been given instruction for my own benefit. 
These males held to a twisted code, one which demanded that they give warning to their 
intended prey, a warning which would nevertheless prove useless. Though I failed to 
acknowledge their instruction, their codes were satisfied, as Hannil's nod immediately 
showed. 
"You may now all begin," said he, stepping back and to one side. "We bid you good hunting." 


The other males laughed softly with their leader as the two females beside me looked 
fearfully about, then moved in opposite directions to begin their search. I continued to stand 
as I was, declining even to look in the places where the scarm must lay hidden. A smell of 
dead things came from two places to the rear of the tent, one which should have been clear 
even to those of cities and villages. Though Jalav continued to be captive to those about her, 
her senses had not yet died as theirs had long since done. The males looked upon my 
refusal, glanced at each other and to their leader, then those upon the lanthay fur rose to join 
Hannil in standing before me. 
"Unwilling and unbending," murmured Hannil, a hand to his face, his eyes calculating. "Shall 
we declare her loser now, or wait till the others have found their scarm?" 
"If she will not search, she cannot win," said one of the others, putting out a hand to stroke 
my thigh. 
"And yet, the insolence in her gaze annoys me," said the second, staring deep into my eyes. 
"As though she might win easily should she wish to make the effort." 
"Aye, there is much insolence to be seen in her," nodded Hannil, his eyes aglow. "I feel she 
will make no effort to please us as she is, therefore must we give her reason to make the 
effort. " 
He then turned away from me to go to his belongings, and when he straightened to face me 
once more, his hands held a lash. Those females who had been searching the tent froze 
where they knelt, terror filling their eyes, a terror I, myself, could feel in no small part. 
"See the look in her eyes now!" Hannil exclaimed, pointing with the coiled, heavy leather lash. 
"The bite of the sednet has not even reached her, yet she knows and fears it. Once, she has 
felt its kiss, her service will be eager indeed. Hold her." 
I turned to run from the males, from the pain they intended for me, yet escape was not 
possible. With my wrists fast to my throat, I was caught easily before I might gain the opening 
of the tent flap. The two males turned me roughly back to the center of the tent, threw me to 
my knees, then forced my head to the fur with their fists in my hair. I fought them uselessly, 
near mindlessly, recalling again and again the touch of the lash, the fire of its track, the 
scream of its presence. I writhed in the males' grip, feeling their amusement through the 
relentlessness of their hold, hearing when Hannil shook out the coils of the lash as Bariose 
had done so long ago in the city of Bellinard. I shook to the fear which held me even more 
tightly than the males themselves, trying in vain to keep my voice still. 
"No!" I screamed, the word forced from me, though my insides came forth with it. "No! 
Ceralt!" 
"Ah, the wench speaks," laughed Hannil, pleasure much in evidence. "A pity her words are 
wasted on one who lies elsewhere, sporting with a gift. He does not hear you, my pretty, nor 
would he care even if he were to hear. Let us begin." 
I screamed the scream of a wounded hadat, fear and hatred and pain co-mingled, trapped by 
those who would savage my soul. I twisted about in helplessness, awaiting the first stroke of 
fire, and then a voice spoke, startling all within the tent. 
"You are mistaken," came the soft, menacing tones, fury held carefully to feed the softness. 
"Ceralt does hear and does indeed care. Release her now or face me with weapons. I care 
not which you choose." 
The hands of the males, so tight to my arms and hair, quickly disappeared, allowing me to 
straighten upon my knees. Within the tent stood Ceralt, Lialt and Telion entering behind him, 
all staring with deep anger at Hannil and his males. 
"Remove the chains from her," said Ceralt, looking as though he kept himself from speaking 
further only with great difficulty. Hannil stood where he had been, the lash in his fist, fury upon 
his face, without words to counter Ceralt's demands. One of the two males who had held me 
removed the chains from my throat and wrists, and Ceralt gestured to my leathers and furs, 
indicating that he wished me to don them. I rose to my feet and did as he commanded, 
sickness filling me over that which I had done. When completely clad, Lialt and Telion held 
the tent flap for me, then they and Ceralt followed my track into the cold and darkness. 
I walked across the snow, surrounded by the males, so completely filled with shame that I 
could not bear my own company. I had been a fool to think no further shame could touch me, 
a fool to believe no worse could come to me than at the hands of males. I had shamed myself 
more than the males had ever done, a thing I had not thought possible to do. And yet the why 
of it eluded me, the reason for its having happened. Never before had I sunk so low, and I 
knew not how a warrior might bear it. 
"Those vermin!" snarled Telion suddenly, no longer able to keep silent. "It is now no wonder 
that those wenches cringe when near them! Do we truly require their presence, Ceralt?" 
"Unfortunately, yes," replied Lialt when Ceralt did not speak. "The Snows demand their 


presence as they demand ours. Should matters change, I will speak of it at once." 
"Jalav, were you hurt?" asked Ceralt, abruptly stepping beside me to put his arm about me. 
At the shake of my head his arm closed more tightly, his free fist rising before him. "Through 
no fault of mine!" he spat, his anger directed elsewhere than at me. "Sigurr take my wits, for 
surely I, myself, have never used them! To leave you there. . .!" 
"Gently, Ceralt," soothed Telion, coming to place a hand upon his shoulder. "Even I failed to 
see the truth at first. A man cannot be blamed for being blinded by pain and disappointment. 
You thought she wished none of you, forgetting her inability to show her true emotions, 
thought she refused even to speak to you, forgetting you commanded her to silence. Be 
thankful we saw the truth in time to correct the error." 
"Barely in time," muttered Ceralt, yet he gave over railing at himself for the balance of the 
walk. When we reached his tent he thrust me first within, then he and the others followed. I 
immediately began removing my furs in the heat, and was startled by the abrupt appearance 
before me of the female Deela, who had earlier been taken from Hannil's tent by Ceralt. 
"No!" snapped the small female, seemingly in great anger. "You were to remain in my place 
while I took yours! You may not return here this darkness!" 
"Do not fear, wench, you shall not be so quickly returned," said Ceralt, coming to stand 
beside me. "There are other furs to be filled in this tent aside from mine." 
"Let her fill them!" spat the female, tossing her head in fury. "I am too beautiful and desirable 
for any man not a High Rider! Hannil allowed the others to toy with me, yet only he took me! I 
am meant for the High Rider of the Belsayah, and so it will be!" 
"I see," murmured Ceralt, stepping forward to look down upon the small, pretty female. "I also 
see that the fear you felt in Hannil's tent is no more. Why should this be so, wench?" 
"What is there to fear here?" The female shrugged, looking uninterestedly about the tent. "All 
know Belsayah men are weak, too weak, even, to own a lash. I am weary from the fey's ride, 
Ceralt, and wish to be taken to your furs now. We may not dally long, of course, for Hannil will 
insist upon an early beginning come the new light. Should you intend to use me at all, it must 
be now." 
"Must it indeed," murmured Ceralt, his head high as Lialt and Telion joined him about the 
female. The poor, foolish slave-woman saw naught of the manner in which the three gazed 
upon her, for she seemed more interested in her own appearance than in the thoughts of 
males. She stood somewhat turned from them, her hands to her hair, her body held gracefully 
beneath the leathers she yet wore. As the three males exchanged glances of annoyance and 
anger, I turned from them all, went to the far side of the tent, removed my leathers, and sat. I 
cared not how the discussion would be resolved, so filled with shame and dismay was I. 
"Brothers, we have been ordered to our furs," said Ceralt, looking not upon the other males 
but upon the unseeing female. "Think you we dare do other than obey?" 
"Certainly not," said Lialt, folding his arms across his chest. "Belsayah riders, in their 
weakness, dare do naught other than obey. " 
"Yet, I am no more than a visitor among the Belsayah, a lowly warrior of the cities," said 
Telion, also with arms afold. "Perhaps I, alone, might be permitted to disobey." 
"Have you truly such courage?" asked Ceralt of Telion, watching as the female at last turned 
to regard them with a frown. "l, myself, am too fearful, too beaten down." 
"Should Telion do such a thing, I, too, may find the wherewithal to act so," said Lialt, looking, 
like the other males, no place other than upon the female. She, seeing their stares, slowly 
began shaking her head, slowly-wide-eyed, began backing away, yet the realization of her 
true position came far too late. Telion and Lialt moved no more than two easy paces before 
the female found herself trapped between them, her leathers the most immediate object of 
their hands. She struggled and screamed as though being torn limb from limb, indignation 
high within her, yet so quickly were the leathers removed that she stood bare before them in 
no more than a moment. 
"This may not be!" the female fumed, attempting to pass the two males and approach Ceralt. 
"I am not meant for the likes of them!" 
"You may be correct," Ceralt nodded most soberly, looking upon the female's body with 
pleasure. "Should they touch you and find you completely unresponsive, they will allow you 
sleeping furs of your own, where you may lie undisturbed. If, however, they find a spark of 
warmth within you, they will encourage it till you politely request your use. Belsayah men 
allow a large measure of freedom to wenches who do not belong to them. If it is this which 
you mistook for weakness, you will not mistake the two again." 
The female cried out in anger as Lialt and Telion, having removed their leg and chest 
coverings, took her to the far side of the tent, Telion holding her arms as Lialt unfolded two 
sets of sleeping furs. The three were quickly down upon the furs, Ceralt doing no more than 


removing his chest and leg coverings as he watched Lialt and Telion begin to give the female 
their attention. The female truly seemed to dislike their touch, yet was she female and they 
male. They touched and stroked her body, kissed and caressed it, demanded and took; when 
next she cried out it was with desperation, a look of disbelief strong upon her face. Her body 
writhed to their smallest touch, showing it would not be long before she begged her use. 
Ceralt stood and chuckled as he watched, and I turned away, too ill to scorn or commiserate. 
It could not have been more than two hands of reckid before the female began screaming in 
her need, causing laughter among the males. I barely knew when one of them began giving 
her release, knew naught of the approach of Ceralt till his hand touched my arm. I opened my 
eyes to see that the flames-within-boxes had been extinguished, and was glad of the 
darkness which hid me within it. 
"Come to my furs, satya," Ceralt said softly, a shadow rising straight beside me. I, too, rose to 
my feet, made my way through the darkness in his wake, then lay myself down beside him. 
His hands touched my body, found the breech I yet wore, quickly removed it, then drew me 
more closely to him. I had not resisted, could not resist, yet his lips touched mine only briefly 
before his head drew back. 
"What disturbs you, satya?" he whispered, a concern to be heard in his tone. "Are you yet 
disturbed that I was so foolish as to leave you with Hannil?" 
I shook my head, dismissing the suggestion, knowing there was a thing of greater moment 
concerning me. 
"Your misery is so strong that I feel it in your flesh," said Ceralt, moving his hand upon me. 
"Speak of that which disturbs you, so that I may share it and perhaps ease it." 
"Do not ask me to speak of it," I whispered, closing my eyes even against the sight of his 
shadow form. "Have I not shamed myself enough that you would have me add to it?" 
"Shamed yourself?" echoed Ceralt, confusion in his tone. "In what manner have you shamed 
yourself? I bid you speak, woman, for I would hear of this." 
I writhed briefly in his arms, consumed with the need for silence, achingly aware that I could 
not disobey, then choked out, "Why do you force me to this? You yourself heard my shame, 
the weakness and fear so great within me that I called upon a male sooner than face it. How 
am I to call myself a warrior, knowing I behaved so? How am I to think myself a war leader, 
who must know no fear? And how am I to bear being forsworn, from speaking my cowardice 
after having been bidden to silence? Truly have I shamed myself more than any effort of 
yours. " 
I attempted to twist from his arms, to take my shame further away into the darkness, yet he 
pulled me tight to his chest and held me there, stroking my hair with a gentle hand. 
"You are not forsworn," said he, sounding much like a war leader correcting the 
misconceptions of her warrior. "Were you not told, long ago in the forests between Bellinard 
and Ranistard, that should someone again offer you harm you were to raise your voice and 
shout for my assistance? To obey my command is not to be forsworn." 
I paused in my agitation, suddenly recalling the time he spoke of, yet the discovery did little to 
ease my upset. I had not had memory of such instruction, had not recalled it and purposely 
acted to obey. If not forsworn I remained much shamed, for such a thing could not be faced 
with other than the truth. 
"Ah, Jalav," Ceralt sighed. "Still does the misery hold you. The strictness of your codes 
continue to give me pain-and your adherence to them as well. You spoke of shame, yet I 
failed to see what shame there might be for you in a thing which gave me such joy. Do you 
not know, woman of my heart, how long I waited to hear you call upon me in need, rather 
than bear the load yourself, alone and in silence? My heart leaped with greater joy than it had 
ever known-and you found naught save shame therein? Can there be shame in giving 
another such joy?" 
"How can there be joy in another's fear?" I whispered. "How can there be joy when that fear 
should never have been voiced? Why must males forever find joy in that which brings a 
warrior agony?" 
I spoke these words, aching within, caring naught for what Ceralt might do upon hearing 
them. Should he end my life in his anger, the world would be the better for it. 
"Why must such fear be unvoiced?" he demanded, suddenly less than gentle. "Are you so 
different from others that you, alone, must feel no fear? Men feel fear, and wenches too, and 
all gain in the feeling of it. How can there be bravery if fear is never felt? To overcome such 
fear is the mark of a man, not the denial of its very existence. When the thing feared is worthy 
of fear, there is no shame in the voicing of it." 
"There can be no bravery without fear;" I echoed, my hand reaching to touch his arm, my 
mind, though well confused, recognizing the truth in his words. "Yet I cried out to you, like a 


craven, begging the aid I should not have needed. I showed no bravery, and the words 
cannot be called back." 
"When fear and need are so strong that one cries out, to whom does one call?" he asked, 
gentle yet not to be denied. 
"Does one call to a stranger, to the one offering harm, begging their lenience? Such a thing 
would indeed be weakness-yet this was not what was done. You called to one who holds 
your trust despite the witless things he does, despite the pain he has caused you. You called 
to one who holds your heart as you hold his-to one who is forever a part of you. Is there 
shame, my heart, in calling upon another part of you?" 
I fell silent in confusion, knowing his words mistaken, yet knowing not how they might be 
denied. And a peace stole over me, a peace which might have come from words Keeper-
spoken, one which soothed the distress and took all trace of it. Again his lips came to mine, 
gently demanding, softly taking, and this time the male scent of him came as well, causing my 
head to whirl as ever it seemed destined to do. My hands touched him as his touched me, 
and the female Deela and her moans and pleadings were quickly lost for all of the darkness. 

CH 15. A cave is found-and a carving of evil 
The new light brought an early beginning for all, seeing us well upon the trail before the gray 
threatening had strengthened to its brightest. Hannil and his Neelarhi rode before those 
called Belsayah, yet few of Ceralt's Belsayah would have had it otherwise. Though the 
Neelarhi alone seemed little different from the Belsayah males, Hannil's presence turned 
them overly concerned with position and order of march. Ceralt gave them the lead with a 
gesture of disinterest, spending his concern, instead, upon the skies. The smell of the air, 
windless and calm, promised new whiteness to add to that through which we struggled, an 
event none looked forward to. 
My lanthay once again moved beside that of Telion, this time at Ceralt's direction. I was to 
remain with Telion or Lialt when I could not be beside Ceralt, for Ceralt mistrusted Hannil and 
his intentions. Those who called themselves brother to Ceralt seemed pleased with the duty 
entrusted to them, saying they would see me safe or themselves in Sigurr's grasp. I dwelled 
as little as I might upon this, for it was all one with Ceralt's thoughts and actions. 
Telion hummed to himself as he rode, a distracting sound with little pleasure to it. When he 
and Lialt had awakened after the darkness, they had done no more than stretch before 
assuring Ceralt he had missed naught of consequence by not having bedded the female 
Deela. She, who had been made to sob and writhe far into the darkness, had flown into a 
fury, looked toward me with a promise of death, then had dressed herself and fled the tent. 
The males were more amused than I, for the female had not sent her venom toward them but 
toward me, undoubtedly considering me less than the males. At another time the thought 
would have annoyed me, yet my own actions and Ceralt's replies remained to plague my 
waking hind. Did I truly consider him as he had said, and if this were so, how might I rid 
myself of so foolish a notion? I knew not-in Mida's name, I knew naught-and wisest would I 
be to leave the matter for another time. 
The fey continued to a dark, lowering gray, then grew no brighter. Upon halting for our mid-
fey meal, Lialt approached me with a sheaf and proclaimed that I had been too silent of late. 
Perhaps another reading lesson would take my mind from what depths it had plunged to. At 
first I disliked the idea, then the lure of the thing took me, nearly against my will. Ever has 
there been a part of me demanding to know, and this part refused to be denied. I entered the 
lesson with more interest than Lialt had expected, then rode beside him the balance of the 
fey, reciting the letters' callings and describing their shapes. Though I erred more often than I 
cared for, Lialt pronounced himself extremely pleased, as was Telion. The two males then 
bound me to secrecy, for they wished me well able to read before Ceralt learned of my 
progress. Why this was so I knew not, yet both assured me Ceralt's pleasure would be 
greatest should I do as they demanded. I shrugged the matter off as a thing of males-without 
sense and without reason-and gave my word to abide by their request. It seemed a small 
thing to give those who had pledged themselves to my safety. 
The snow came no more than lightly at the end of that fey, yet a hand of feyd farther saw our 
set halted for more than another fey. The snow fell so thickly then that one was unable to see 
the rider before her, not to speak of the direction in which one rode. The cold decreased, as 
did the wind, yet the tiny bits called snow swirled all about, making one squint in an attempt to 
see, turning one's cheeks cold, then colder, then numb, encasing each rider in a low, narrow 
world of white. We fought to find one another in the stuff, fought to tether the lanthay and 
erect a tent, then fought to take the numbness from our bones with warmth. Ceralt chafed at 
the delay, pacing the tent with long, impatient strides, demanding of the air to know where the 


balance of his people might be. None were able to answer him till the storm was spent, then, 
by twos and fours, was the set reformed to discover the loss of one male and female of the 
Belsayah, two each of the Neelarhi. All seemed sobered by these losses, Ceralt and Hannil 
nearly asnarl, yet I thought the losses not unreasonable. Battle had been joined with the land 
through which we rode, and where does one find battle without also finding loss? 
The second heavy storm, seven feyd past the first, found us already within our tents and fully 
prepared. Ceralt had relented and allowed Lialt to walk the Snows none other might see, that 
we might have warning soon enough to face the falling whiteness without loss. This Lialt did 
with eagerness, yet was I sent to the tent of Cimilan and Famira till the Clouds of Seeing had 
blown themselves to nothingness upon the cold about us. I grew angry with Ceralt for 
refusing me the opportunity of again walking the white lands, yet Ceralt would not allow me 
anger either. When once again the snows whistled chillingly about us, he punished me for my 
anger by contesting with Telion and Lialt to see which of them might use me the longest-and 
most often. They each saw that I was given no pain, yet the humiliation of finding my body 
slave to each male in turn was stronger than I had thought it would be. Though I had thought 
myself resigned to use by males till Mida freed me from them, the impatience of freedomsoon-
to-be made my capture much the worse. 
Another hand of feyd went by beneath the hooves of weary lanthay before the males 
discovered themselves nearly to their goal. Our vision had been constantly hampered, if not 
by snow swirling from the skies, then by snow blown about by the wind; the gradual rise of 
the ground was not noted till the skies briefly cleared to show us the looming bulk of that 
which males called Sigurr's Peak, closer, by far, than any had expected. Ceralt sought out 
Hannil, the two conferred, then the march resumed toward the snow-covered foothills 
perhaps a fey's ride from where we stood. Had the ground not risen before the approach to 
this Sigurr's Peak, our attempt to reach it would have been much the longer in the doing. 
The new fey brought us to the foothills we had sought, yet the unevenness of the ground 
caused the males to push farther on, seeking a level place where the females of the set might 
be left in safety and comfort. Again I thought their actions foolish, for naught save Lialt's 
seeing had brought us to our destination; should we and he fail to return to those left behind, 
seeking the return trail would likely cost the females their lives. And upon the matter of 
provender, none would speak nor dwell overlong. We had fed less and less well as the 
journey went on, little edible to be found around us, little left of that which we had brought. 
Should our quest prove an empty one, the females would find themselves unable to feed 
upon lanthay and continue their trek afoot-as a warrior would do. Ceralt cared little for the 
thought of warriors, yet should survival have been possible, warriors would have survived. 
Our lanthay struggled through the mounds of snow, the hind passing fruitlessly, and then a 
shout rang out, calling our attention to a large, dark gap in the whiteness. Word passed 
quickly of a cave having been found, and all in the set turned their lanthay toward the haven. 
The thought of so large a cave cheered the males and females alike, after having been so 
long amid naught save gray sky and white ground. Jalav alone disliked the look of the place, 
yet Jalav was not consulted-nor would the males have heeded her disquiet had she spoken. 
Jalav was a savage, and a captive, and knew little of that which males knew. Jalav was now 
able to make out small, simple words in the book Lialt taught her from, yet such was very little 
in the eyes of a male. 
Gaining the cave was more difficult than the males anticipated. The snow before it, for some 
fifty gando-strides, had turned to ice, making our approach treacherous in the extreme. Many 
lanthay slipped and fell, spilling their riders or the load they bore, some plunged through the 
ice to rocks and hard-packed snow, some balked and refused to travel farther upon the 
uncertain footing. Surely I thought to see lanthay legs and human necks snapped before all 
stood within the dryness of the cavern yet, despite all falls and slippings, the entrance was 
gained without a single loss of life. Ceralt grinned and moved about, ordering torches to be lit, 
taking one of his own, then leading a hand of males deeper within the darkness of the cavern. 
Before long many torches were lit, and Ceralt reappeared with confidence restored. 
"The cave is perfect," said he, speaking to Hannil yet looking about at those females who 
crouched against the cave walls, weary nigh unto death at battling snow and frightened 
lanthay and cold with no roof above them. "We shall leave the wenches here, comfortable 
and guarded, and return for them when we have found Sigurr's Altar." 
"And where might this Altar be found?" rumbled Hannil, much subdued from when he had first 
joined us. "Should it be much farther, we will not survive to see it." 
"It cannot be much farther on," said Ceralt, at last giving Hannil his attention. "It is said to lie 
in the heart of the Peak, not the head but the heart. Lialt will seek out the trail to this heart, 
saving us from having to search for it." 


"I like this not," grumbled Hannil, throwing his hood back to shake his head. "The Pathfinder 
is yours, speaking words you wish to hear. Are we to take a trail, knowing naught of where it 
might lead, leaving our wenches to what might be their fate?" 
"Do you propose we join them here?" demanded Ceralt, patiently keeping himself from taking 
offense. "What then of the journey we began-and the people left behind us to face the coming 
strangers?" 
"Perhaps the journey was ill-conceived," muttered Hannil, rubbing a large hand across his 
face, avoiding Ceralt's eyes. "Perhaps the strangers will go elsewhere, leaving us to live in 
peace. I am weary of battling snow and cold, lack of food and adequate shelter, illness and 
discontent. And I do not care for the look of this mountain. It somehow bodes evil-for all of 
us." 
Ceralt's face worked, as though he wished to reply heatedly, yet his temper was soon taken 
in hand and he nodded toward Hannil. 
"I fear we are too weary to discuss this rationally," said he, letting his own weariness enter his 
tone. "We shall all spend the darkness here, taking our ease, restoring our strength and 
purpose. The new light will shine on clearer thoughts and stronger wills. Let us enter farther 
into the cavern, for the bowels of the earth warm it as though it were spring." 
All seemed pleased with the thought of warmth, and soon were we entering a large room of a 
cavern, deep gloom chased to corners by the torches held high by males. The lanthay were 
left near the entrance, and once the torches were set in hastily chopped niches, the males 
returned to the beasts of burden to fetch sleeping furs and provender and that which the 
females deemed necessary. No more than four paces within the cavern I had found it 
necessary to remove my body furs, and soon all had done as I, retaining no more than 
leathers. 
We all moved about upon the center of the wide floor, yet were the walls of greater interest to 
one who disliked the place. Amid stone growths from floor and ceiling, a hand of side caverns 
seemed to beckon with dark mouths, whispering of things which hid from our sight and 
watched us. Perhaps my dislike of the place peopled the farther darkness with enemies, yet 
the thought was not an unreasonable one. When one has the care of others to consider, one 
does not settle down to sleep with unconcern. Some males moved about placing things they 
had fetched, the females chattered happily to one another, other males stretched and 
laughed and sported with one another, some females fussed and straightened and unpacked 
that which they could not survive without. No other save Jalav thought to look about her and 
wonder upon the fate of any others who had perhaps come first to the cavern. The shelter 
had been easily found-perhaps too easily-yet no sign of earlier visits remained to be read. 
The black coals were quickly brought to heat, meals were cooked thereon, and all settled 
down to feed, converse, then take their ease-of the males, that is. The females were first 
required to see to the remains of the meal, the cleansing of boards, the desires of their males. 
Ceralt, having conferred with Lialt and Telion, took his ease with us, far from Hannil, his eye 
close upon me to see that I did as the other females. He seemed intent upon finding 
distraction, grinning well when I removed my leather leg coverings. The warmth was such that 
I would have preferred also removing my boots, yet the sharp, pebbled rock which floored the 
cavern disallowed so sensible a course. I had nearly removed my chest covering as well, but 
this Ceralt had refused to allow. The other wenches would protest such immodesty, he 
laughed, especially as their men might demand the same of them. Best leave well enough as 
is, said he, and Lialt and Telion, also with laughter, approved his decision. 
With all slave chores seen to, Lialt came to demand my attention to another reading lesson. I 
truly had no desire for such, with unlighted, unguarded openings about us, yet Lialt would not 
hear of refusal. He took my arm and led me to sit upon a lanthay fur thrown beneath a torch, 
and soon we were immersed in the effort to show me the sight of words I already knew well, 
yet only to hear. Some words, I learned, though exact in all respects to another just like it, 
nevertheless were spoken differently at different times. The need for this escaped me till Lialt 
thought to speak of them as male and female, exact to one who sees no more than shape, 
different to one who knows the place of each. I grasped the thought with some difficulty, 
chewing it with the teeth of my mind, and the cavern grew still in the time we sat beneath the 
torch. 
At last I raised my head to see that all those village folk save Ceralt, Lialt and myself lay upon 
furs in deep, soul-weary sleep, females beside their males, sharing their furs. Perhaps two or 
three females yet moaned to the touch of their males, softly so as not to bring the eyes of 
others to them, helpless even in their embarrassment. Ceralt lay awake in his furs, watching 
as Lialt and I rose to our feet, then gestured that I was to accompany Lialt to his furs before 
coming to him. Lialt hesitated before removing his leathers, gazing down upon me as though 


considering refusal, but the sounds of those who continued awake disallowed his refusal. I 
was taken in his arms beneath his furs, used softly yet well, then sent to Ceralt with a last, 
deep kiss. Ceralt, heated more than Lialt had been, filled my soul to overflowing so much so 
that I failed to stay awake as I had intended, instead finding sleep in the circle of his arms. 
I must admit to surprise when I awoke to find all as it had been. The cavern showed little to 
the eye to cause unease, yet I liked it not. Some few males were also awake, seeing to the 
replacement of the torches set upon our arrival, a thing which should have been seen to 
sooner. No more than a hand-length remained to most, some already having sputtered out in 
their niches. I moved about in the furs beside Ceralt, feeling a deep desire to don leather and 
furs and leave that place, even should the snow fly in the air without, burying all beneath it. 
Surely there are worse fates than to lie dead beneath the thing called snow, and I somehow 
felt that my dreams through the darkness had hinted at such. 
"Satya, what ails you?" asked Ceralt of a sudden, his voice no more than a murmur in the 
deep silence. "Throughout the darkness you tossed in sleep, now you continue to toss when 
awake. Has something disturbed you?" 
I lay upon my side, facing away from him, considering the possibility of explaining what I felt. 
The track of lenga or faith may be easily shown to another in the forest, yet how may one 
show a track upon the mind, a faint hint upon the breeze, a broken leaf, a knowledge that 
speaks of the lenga's presence even without evidence one may point to? 
"I am uneasy here," I groped, turning slowly to face him. "This place is not what it seems, and 
none should linger here. Do you truly mean to leave your females behind in this place?" 
"We have found no other place to leave them," said he, a frown creasing his brow. "This 
cavern seems no different from any other to me. What do you see that I do not?" 
"There is naught to see," I pressed, shaking my head. "One must feel this place to sense that 
which is here. It is much like a cage for souls which are lost, their bodies no more, their spirits 
unable to reach a final glory." 
"Such is foolishness," he snorted, smoothing my hair with his hand. "Your superstitious nature 
leads you astray, my girl. There is naught here to cause harm to any." 
"So you say," I jibed in turn, shaking his hand from my head. "There is a hint of the white land 
about this place, a lack of sign where there should be, portents where there should be none. 
Is even Lialt blind and deaf in this place of innocence-or merely at Ceralt's command?" 
"Woman, you overreach yourself," he growled, closing his fingers upon my arm. "That I 
allowed Hannil to speak so does not mean you may take the same liberty. Lialt will walk the 
Snows before our departure, and then will your theory be tested. Should he find anything, I 
will be greatly surprised. For now, go and see to Telion's needs, for he has awakened." 
Ceralt's hand left my arm, yet the anger did not leave his eyes. He was pleased to speak of 
my beliefs as superstitions, yet disliked the reminder that Lialt would do exactly as his brother 
wished, no matter the cost to himself or others. He now attempted to punish me for what he 
considered insolence, sending me to Telion when he knew full well how I disliked being 
forced to the service of a male. For a moment I gazed upon the darkness of his face, his light 
eyes clouded, then did I turn from him and leave his furs to move to Telion's, little more than a 
pace away. A greater number of males and females stirred about the cavern, some few rising 
to their feet, others no more than awake in their furs. Telion raised a corner of his furs in 
invitation, then chuckled as I lay myself beside him. 
"I thank the Serene Oneness that your tongue remains unbridled," said he, gathering me to 
him. "Was it not such a constant burr to Ceralt's temper, I would have long since found myself 
deprived of your use. What was the subject which this time caused such disagreement?" 
"I merely remarked upon the blindness of males," said I, putting my hands to the broadness 
of his chest. "Telion. Does naught cause you uneasiness in this place?" 
"Uneasiness?" he echoed, losing the grin he had been showing. "I feel naught save a faint 
closeness which is natural in caverns such as this. Do you sense more?" 
"Aye," I nodded with a sigh. "Ceralt calls it superstition and dismisses it, yet do I feel that Mida 
sends me warning against that which only she might see. Wisest would be to leave here, and 
that right quickly." 
"There are times when wisest is not best," said Telion, matching my sigh. "It is almost certain 
death for us out there, from cold and snow, if not starvation. Are we to choose certain death 
over that which may occur? Ceralt thinks not, and I am forced to agree." 
"There are many things worse than death," I said in deep disgust, taking my hands from him. 
"A pity city males have not yet learned this truth." 
I began to turn from him, annoyed with myself for believing he would see where others gazed 
blindly, yet this the male would not allow. Though often seeing more deeply and having 
greater understanding than other males, Telion yet remained a male within him, displeased 


with hearing that which he did not wish to hear. 
"Jalav is ever so sure in her beliefs," said he, continuing to hold me to him, anger beginning 
to grow. "To leave the safety of a haven on no more than vague feelings of unease is little 
more than female foolishness, not for men to indulge in. Take your fears in hand, wench, lest 
they bring you punishment in the midst of the safety you so earnestly seek." 
His hands and lips came to me then, taking the use Ceralt allowed him, using the easing of 
his needs to mask the thoughts my words had brought. Telion used me hard and well, giving 
the punishment he and Ceralt wished for me bringing me greater distress than shame would 
account for. Throughout the time of my use by Telion, I felt that another watched and waited, 
his lips dry with the thought of using me, his loins athrob, his fingers curled to claws upon the 
body of another whom he used in my stead. Soon, said the silent, whispered thoughts of this 
male, soon it will be you beneath me, woman. Never have you had use as that which I shall 
put you to. You will survive long enough to know me your master. 
I wished to shout defiance at these thoughts which assailed me, yet Telion was deep within 
me, taking my strength and will, refusing to allow me to do other than that which he 
demanded. A female in use is a female mastered, said Ceralt in my thoughts, his grin before 
my eyes, his dark hair reaching down toward the light of his eyes. I moaned and cried out in 
Telion's arms, feeling a fear like a cloth upon the head, suffocating, strangling, debilitating 
and terror-making. Telion murmured in pleasure, thinking I, too, felt the pleasure, then the soft 
cry of his release brought me promise of imminent freedom, then the freedom itself. He held 
me no more than a moment past his spending, then moved to my side and released me. 
"Your leathers now lay upon the stone behind you," said he, smoothing hair from my forehead 
before putting his lips to it. "Do not arise till you have clothed yourself, else Ceralt will be 
angered. It was he who placed the leathers there as I took you." 
I turned my head to see the leathers he spoke of, afrown that I had not myself seen Ceralt 
approach. Or had I seen him, merely believing that his face was no more than in my 
thoughts? Was this confusion one with the belief that another had spoken to me in silence, all 
born of a great dislike of that which surrounded me? Could the males be correct and I in 
error? I reached a hand out and drew the leathers to me, so deep in confusion that 
knowledge of naught else approached me. 
Once in breech, chest-covering and boots I rose to my feet, seeing that all those within the 
cavern were now awake. Females moved about conversing with one another, and some few 
males of Ceralt's and Hannil's took themselves toward where the lanthay had been left, 
perhaps to see to their welfare, perhaps to see how the snow and weather fared. I, too, was 
considering the preparation of provender when those who had gone to the lanthay returned 
hurriedly in much agitation. 
"Ceralt!" shouted one of the males, arun toward his leader. "The lanthay are gone-and the 
entrance as well!" 
"Gone?" echoed Ceralt in shock, amid the gasps and exclamations from all those in the 
cavern. "They cannot be gone! You and the others must have taken a wrong turning!" 
"There is no other turning!" the male protested, stopping before Ceralt. Hannil, too, stood with 
those of his males who had gone to the lanthay, then the second High Rider looked toward 
the first. They both nodded in mutual decision, then moved off in the direction from which the 
harried males had run. All knew they went to see the thing for themselves, and many of the 
males hurried to accompany them. The females gazed upon one another in fear, tears and 
sobs quickly coming to them, yet tears and sobs avail naught. The decision was easily made 
that I, too, would accompany Ceralt, yet not so easily seen to. Telion's hand took my arm as I 
began to pass him, forcing me back from the heels of Lialt. 
"What do you think to accomplish there?" he demanded, his light eyes cold. "Do you go to 
say how evil a place this is, now that we may no longer leave it? Do you wish to see yourself 
beaten savagely, a victim to the fear of men entrapped? Will you never learn your place is 
among wenches, far from the doings of men?" 
"I merely wished to see the thing for myself," I replied, attempting to loosen the pain of his 
hold. "To repeat a warning when the attack has been launched is the doing of a fool. Far 
better to seek out weapons and stand prepared." 
"Weapons are not for females," Telion grated, loosening his hold though his eyes remained 
bleak. "I shall see the thing for both of us, then perhaps speak of what I see. Or fail to see. 
One may hope those men are indeed in error." 
He took himself after the others at no great pace, reluctant to learn an unpalatable truth. I 
remained where he had stopped me, considering following, then shrugged and crouched 
instead. Ceralt's fate was not yet upon him, this I knew without having the why of it; following 
to see a thing I already knew as truth would be idle. 


The males returned with far less vigor than they had shown when leaving, proving our 
difficulty more thoroughly than with words. The females hugged one another and wept their 
fear and desolation, and the males gathered in the center of the floor to gaze upon one 
another in anger. 
"We are trapped," said Hannil to Ceralt, putting all blame upon the second male. "Where now 
do we seek Sigurr's Altar, now that we languish in his maw? What now of the journey so 
necessary to our people? What now of our own lives, lost beyond redemption?" 
"Our lives are not yet lost!" snapped Ceralt, all patience with the male gone away. "To take 
the lanthay could be the work of any, yet to take the entrance as well must be the work of the 
dark god! Had he wished our lives they would already be his, our bodies struck down more 
easily than the removal of so large a cavern entrance! That we live must mean that we shall 
achieve our goal!" 
"Yet at what cost?" snarled the other male, his dark eyes wild with fear. "Should Sigurr 
demand the living death of each man here as his price for that which we have come, who 
shall deny him? You? The Serene Oneness? Why then was it not the Serene Oneness to 
whom we spoke our need? Why must it have been Sigurr?" 
"The why matters not," growled Ceralt, gesturing a dismissal with one hand. "Surely it was the 
Serene Oneness himself who demanded our approach to the dark god. Who else may write 
upon the Snows? Who else would see the thing so far in advance of its happening? We need 
not trouble ourselves with why, merely with how." 
"I shall not trouble myself in any manner," said Hannil, drawing himself up in an attempt at 
dignity. "Perhaps Sigurr will know those who come unwillingly from those who come to do 
some mischief. My riders and I no longer count ourselves among you." 
With such words did the male take himself off, followed at once by those two who had been 
with him in his tent, more slowly by those others called his riders. These latter looked upon 
Ceralt as though wishing they might remain, yet their words undoubtedly belonged to the 
craven Hannil. Ceralt's eyes followed them away, then his gesture brought his own males 
closer, so that they might continue their discussion in lower tones. 
"Jalav, what are we to do?" whispered a voice, and I turned my head to see Famira bent 
beside me. She attempted a crouch such as I had taken, yet her balance was too unsure to 
keep it. She knelt, instead, upon the rock of the cavern floor, and raised large, anxious eyes 
to my face. 
"There is little any may do," I replied in answer to her plea. "We remained when we should 
have fled, now Mida must see to our safety." 
"Within the bowels of Sigurr?" pressed the female, no scorn to her manner. "Is Mida truly that 
strong?" 
"I have stood behind her shield for many kalod," I shrugged. "I shall not doubt till that shield 
fails me." 
"How are they able to sit there so calmly?" the female demanded, low-voiced, her eyes upon 
Ceralt and his males who now sat in a close circle, undoubtedly discussing the dilemma and 
all manner of ways of solving it. "I cannot bear to merely sit here, awaiting the Serene 
Oneness knows what! I have eaten naught since arising, yet the thought of food is as ashes 
in my mouth! Is there naught we may do save sit and speak of what has happened?" 
"I had thought the next thing to be done would be obvious," said I, rising to my full height to 
glance about the cavern. "Naught may be done concerning what has happened; however I 
doubt the thing was done without reason. As Ceralt has said, we yet have our lives; does it 
not seem likely that we are left as we are that we may search out another passage from this 
cavern, one we would not have sought had the entrance been kept as it was? 
"Of course!" breathed Famira, rising to her feet to stand beside me, her eyes now bright. 
"Jalav! We must tell the men at once!" 
"While they find themselves so seriously enmeshed with the problem?" I snorted, looking 
toward the males. "See you there as well; even Hannil and his ilk sit apart, speaking words 
meant for males alone. Females are not welcome in their midst." 
"They cannot refuse to listen to reason!" insisted Famira, her pretty face stubborn. So soon 
had she forgotten the doing of Cimilan, to teach her her place as a female. "As you do not 
care to disturb their talk, I shall do it for you." 
Quick as thought she had left my side, marching in determination toward the males. She had 
gone perhaps three paces when Cimilan discovered her imminent arrival and quickly rose to 
his feet, stepping away from the males to halt her upon her way and keep her from the 
others. She attempted speech to him, he interrupted and disallowed the thought, she again 
attempted to speak, and then did he interrupt for the final time. His dark eyes gazed sternly 
down upon her as he spoke, undoubtedly reminding her that she was bound to obey him else 


be punished and before the others. He turned her about and sent her upon her way with the 
flat of his hand to her seat, not ungently yet with more force than Famira cared to face again. 
Her fists clenched as she glanced over her shoulder to see Cimilan reclaim his former place, 
and then she was again before me, tears of anger in her eyes. 
"He would not hear a single word," she choked, looking up to meet my eyes. "How do you 
know them so well, you who know men so little and so poorly?" 
"It is all one with the balance of their actions." I shrugged, putting my hand to my life sign. 
"How else might they continue to think themselves masters, save they keep their thoughts 
from their slaves?" 
"Well, are we to stand here and await the revelation to strike them?" she demanded. "Can we 
not look about on our own, finding that which is to be found and showing them their 
foolishness?" 
"It is an action to consider," I allowed, again looking about the cavern. "Let us begin by 
walking about as though in conversation of our own. Perhaps the proper trail will present itself 
to us." 
"Excellent," nodded Famira, also looking about. "Let us stroll to the right, to the first of the 
openings in the wall there. It is possible our search may be that easily begun and ended." 
There was little reason to disagree, therefore did we make our way across the cavern floor, 
idly, as though we walked to no real purpose. The females had done as their males, huddling 
together in groups to weep and seek support from one another, and none seemed to look 
upon Famira and myself with more than passing interest. The males, deep in the import of 
their conversations, gave us no whit of their attention, therefore were we soon before the 
narrow gap in the wall which was our goal. 
"Shall we go in?" asked Famira, peering uncertainly through the crevasse to the darkness 
beyond. "How are we to see where we go?" 
"In such a way," I murmured, stepping quickly to the nearest torch upon the wall. No eyes 
rested upon us, of this I had made certain, therefore was it best to act quickly. I took the 
torch, returned to the crevasse, and stepped within. 
The light of the torch showed a small, stone-rubbled room, much like the cavern we had 
come from, yet smaller. With Famira close upon my heels we circled the small area, seeking 
other crevasses which might lead to that for which we searched. A barely seen fold in the 
wall, hidden by the shadows cast by our torch, formed a private nook from which even the 
torchlight failed to seep, yet the nook went no farther and was not repeated other places 
about the wall. We had discovered no more than a dead ending to our hopes, therefore did 
we take ourselves back to the main cavern. 
"Best we replace this torch and later seek another," I said to Famira, suiting action to words. 
"We would not wish our doings to arouse curiosity." 
"Indeed," murmured the female, gazing past my arm. "A woman of Hannil's comes to join us, 
yet I am sure she saw naught of where we went. Should she ask about the torch, say we 
borrowed its use to comfort us." 
I turned slowly to look where Famira looked, pretending unconcern, and therefore saw the 
approach of Deela, she who had been used by Telion and Lialt. The female came with a 
smirk of private amusement, her steps of a slowness to allow her hips a lazy swing. Though 
no male gazed upon her, still did she move in a manner to give her masters pleasure. 
"Ah, the High Rider's wench," said she, halting some two paces before me to widen her 
smirk. "I was pleased to learn you are indeed less than I, even in your man's eyes." 
"No creature is less than a slave," said I, letting my eyes run slowly over her. "Why do you fail 
to wear your chains where all might see them? Do you believe none see their mark?" 
"I am a woman of men, not a slave!" she hissed, all amusement gone away. "It is you who is 
more the slave! Those Belsayah found it necessary to force me to their pleasure, I, who am 
meant only for the highest! You, however, are meant for all, which was clear when the High 
Rider sent you from his furs to the side of another! The red-haired rider used you till you wept, 
I saw, with Ceralt's full approval! Hannil would never do me so, for I am his alone!" 
"Perhaps Hannil does not care to allow opportunity for comparison," murmured Famira, 
seeing the way my chin rose at Deela's words. The slave-female spoke words of deliberate 
insult, perhaps thinking herself safe from my wrath. The wrath she thought herself safe from 
had been long in building, yet venting it upon the small slave female would have given little 
satisfaction. 
"Ceralt knows his worth," continued Famira in a purr, "yet Hannil seems uncertain of his. You 
say our riders forced you to their pleasure. Was your own pleasure so much less than theirs, 
so much greater with Hannil? I somehow think not, else you would be less filled with venom 
at having been returned to Hannil." 


"You lie!" hissed the female, much like the venomous sednet, her fingers curled to claws. 
"Hannil is Ceralt's superior, and all will be shown this when it is he who frees us from the 
consequences of Ceralt's foolishness! I will then throw your lies in your face, for I will be the 
woman of the only High Rider!" 
The female spat her words, then turned and hurried away before Famira or I might show our 
contempt. We watched her join those other two females of Hannil's tent, then Famira turned 
diffident eyes toward me. 
"Did Ceralt truly give you to the one called Telion?" she asked, a hesitancy in her question. "I 
had thought Ceralt wished you for his own." 
"Ceralt felt he had cause to give me punishment," I growled, then smoothed the growl from 
my voice when Famira flinched. "It is a thing done by males when they find themselves 
displeased or disobeyed. Telion, however, was far from displeased. Shall we try the next 
crevasse?" 
"I think it would be best," said Famira, a small quiver in her voice. "I prefer other subjects than 
punishment." 
I took another torch and entered the second crevasse, seeing immediately in the light spilled 
forth that this second was not like the first. A wide corridor opened before us, bound on either 
side by walls of stone, leading away into the darkness beyond the reach of the torch. Famira 
gasped and urged me forward, eager to see where the corridor led, yet I took the time to 
examine the corridor walls before continuing. A warrior does not turn her back upon unknown 
stretches, yet the walls yielded no more than further nooks such as that in the first crevasse. 
Knowing my back secure I continued on, through the corridor and to its end, Famira close by 
my side, perhaps half a pace behind. Upon reaching the far end we both halted, Famira with 
a larger gasp, I with a frown. 
The chamber which confronted us had no relation to that which had gone before, save that it, 
too, was taken from the rock about us. Nearly as large as the cavern without did it appear, 
forcing me to raise the torch so that I might see ahead toward the far side. The walls and floor 
appeared smooth and polished, untroubled by the rubble of stones which lay elsewhere, 
colored black and gray by that which had smoothed and polished them. Symbols of some sort 
appeared in the floor before us, as though sunk into the stone and covered over so that 
smoothness was retained even over their presence. The symbols held no meaning for me, 
nor for Famira, yet I felt they held great meaning for others, perhaps the others I felt all 
around, their eyes unseen yet seeing all. In the midst of the chamber, all lines drawing toward 
it, stood a carving of stone, a large seat upon which sat a figure, unmoving and immobile, yet 
somehow poised for movement-of evil. The figure was male, unclothed and in great heat, its 
arms up and hands clasped to make a circle, its stone manhood enraged and quivering, 
eager to plunge deep within its intended victim. Famira moaned in fear at the sight, adding to 
the trembling which I, myself, felt, and quickly did we leave the entrance to return up the 
corridor. 
"Was that where we must go?" whispered Famira at last, visibly shaken. "If so, I believe I 
shall beg to be left behind. What was that monstrosity?" 
I felt I knew who the carving represented, yet I said naught, perhaps to hide the unsteadiness 
of my voice. I, too, would have difficulty in passing that figure, yet refusal would only bring 
death. I was preparing to speak on the subject, but a sound came from the outer cavern 
which intruded upon thought. 
"Do you hear that?" asked Famira, turning her head in the direction of the sound. "What could 
have happened out there?" 
I, too, was curious, yet I felt it wiser to keep the torch from the crevasse entrance while 
Famira hurried to see the source of the disturbance. She, in shadow, peered out into the main 
cavern, then immediately turned and ran back to where I waited. 
"Hannil and his riders come with torches!" she gasped, pale and obviously frightened. "That 
sleek varaina of his leads them, pointing the way with glee! You can be sure she means us 
no good!" 
"Then we shall have to disappoint them," I said, looking about myself. "Were you able to see 
the torch when I entered the largest of the nooks, the one over there?" 
She followed the gesture of my finger, her face lighting, her head ashake. "No," she breathed 
with a small laugh. "Not even when I stood directly beside it. Shall we return there?" 
"At once," I said, hearing the voices and footsteps of many males grow louder. I hurriedly led 
the way into the nook, Famira following after, finding little room for the two of us together in 
the slight, wrapped-around place. I knew not what had made me run from the males rather 
than stand and face them, yet I felt no doubt about the wisdom of my choice. To run was not 
a warrior's way, yet the cavern we had found stood all previous doings in a new light. 


"Are you certain she came this way?" said a voice not far from us, muffled by the stone yet 
Hannil's-without doubt. "I see no light ahead." 
"I am completely certain," came Deela's voice, oily with satisfaction. "She seeks to bring 
Sigurr's vengeance down upon us, of that I am equally certain." 
"Perhaps she went ahead, to the far end of this corridor," said another male voice. "The 
wench seems as foolishly without fear as Ceralt himself." 
"We shall see," said the voice of Hannil, and muffled footsteps began again. Famira and I 
waited, the torch held high above us, till no further sounds were to be heard, then did we 
edge carefully from where we had hidden. Many torches could be seen at the far end of the 
corridor, yet before I could decide upon either following the males or returning to the cavern 
from which we had come, new torches entered the crevasse. 
"Jalav, what do you do here?" demanded Ceralt in a hiss, Lialt and Telion beside him, his 
riders, with torches, in his wake. He strode to us with anger clear upon his features, yet 
Famira did not hesitate. 
"We do that which you should have done!" said she, placing small fists upon rounded hips. 
"We search for another exit from this cavern, cousin. Had Hannil's wench not sought harm to 
Jalav, we would have called you long before now." 
"What harm?" rasped Ceralt, then listened as Famira described that which we had found, and 
then that which we had heard. A murmur arose among the males, yet Ceralt silenced it with a 
motion of his hand. 
"It is clear we must see the thing for ourselves," said he, gazing toward the flickering torches 
in the distance. "And also see what Hannil is about. Let us proceed." 
He and the others moved ahead, up the corridor, leaving Famira and myself where we had 
stood. Famira hurried toward the crevasse, obviously pleased to be away from the doings of 
males, yet I could not dismiss the goings on so easily. Silently, with as little noise as possible, 
I followed the track of the males. 
I came up behind the males as they paused in the entrance to the farther chamber, struck by 
the sight of the carving seated within it. I could not easily see beyond their shoulders, yet 
soon found the problem solved for me. A hand touched my shoulder then reached for the 
torch I carried, and I turned my head to see a disapproving Telion. The male was not pleased 
with the fact of my presence, yet chose not to make an issue of it. His broad hand pushed 
those before us aside, and I was able to see within the chamber again. 
Hannil's males moved about the chamber in search while Hannil himself stood before the 
carving, lost in contemplation of it, his female atremble behind him. The male seemed 
fascinated by the carving, lost in it till one of his males spoke. 
"There are other corridors, yet none seemed tenanted, Hannil," said the male. "Shall we 
continue to search for the wench?" 
"Has a wench been lost?" asked Ceralt before Hannil might reply, causing the males to whirl 
to face him. "Should you need our assistance, we would be pleased to give it." 
"We search for our freedom!" rasped Hannil, angered at having been discovered. "Your 
wench seeks to bring Sigurr's wrath down upon us, and when we find where she has hidden 
herself in this chamber, we shall offer her up to Sigurr!" 
"Ceralt's wench has not been in this chamber," said Telion, drawing Hannil's eyes to himself-
and to me. "She has been engaged in a task I, myself set her, and now stands among us. 
How could she have entered first, when here she stands, having entered with us, behind 
you?" 
"She did enter first!" shrilled Deela, beside herself with fury. "I, myself, saw her enter here, 
and followed to be sure! She entered here first!" 
"Hannil, see what we have found!" called one of the males, and Hannil, in a fury of indecision, 
turned from the grins of Ceralt, Telion, and the rest to examine what his male had found. 
At the base of the stone carving, below the figure and its chair, were letters sunk deep in the 
stone and covered much as the symbols upon the floor. It was to these letters that Hannil's 
male pointed, and Ceralt and his males moved forward, the better to see the message written 
therein. I, too, moved forward with them, overcoming a great distaste to do so, and presently 
gazed down upon the message others read with such ease. I struggled with each letter and 
sound, fighting to bring sense from them, and at last succeeded in doing so. The males had 
remained silent the while, considering what they had read, for the message, black upon gray, 
went so: "I am Sigurr, the Dark God, and to me belongs what I would take. Offer up the first 
among your females or feel my wrath." 
"It now seems clear why yonder wench so insists upon having followed Jalav," said Telion 
when none other spoke. "Were she to convince us she followed another, she would not be 
first." 


"I have not lied!" insisted Deela from where she stood, having been left behind with the 
advance of the males. Only she had failed to read the message on the carving, her next 
words proving her ignorance. "And I am first among all the women, not only that Jalav! Jalav 
is used by many men, Deela used only by Hannil! Who, then, is first between them?" 
"Perhaps the savage wench may read the words first," muttered Hannil, not yet caring to 
comment upon his female's insistences. "She would then be wise enough to hide her prior 
presence from us." 
"The thought is logical," nodded Ceralt, meeting Hannil's eyes. "Unfortunately, Jalav is unable 
to read. Lialt strives to teach her her letters, yet her resistance is incredible in its strength." 
"Then she could not have known," said Hannil, his voice weary with defeat. "It is Deela 
herself who is demanded of us, on pain of punishment for refusal." His voice, and Ceralt's, 
had been held low, yet now he raised it. "Deela, you are indeed first among the wenches. 
Come here and join us." 
Upon hearing these words the pretty female smirked and preened herself, then came forward 
with swinging hips. She glanced a look of triumph toward me, then passed to stand herself 
beautifully before Hannil. This male placed his hands upon her shoulders, then turned to 
show her the inscription. Deela read the words more rapidly than had I, and suddenly her 
breathing quickened to frightened gasps. 
"No!" she moaned, attempting to back from the inscription and the male who yet held her 
shoulders. "He does not wish me! It was Jalav who was first! Jalav!" 
"And yet you stood and declared yourself first among all the wenches, Jalav included," said 
Hannil, closing his fingers the tighter upon the female. "How else were we to know the first 
among our women, save that that one spoke out in our need? It matters not who came here 
first. She who was chosen was made to speak out." 
"No!" screamed the female, truly frantic with terror. So strongly did she struggle that two 
others of Hannil's males came to assist in the holding of her. 
"What do you propose to do?" asked Ceralt of Hannil, drawing that male's eyes to him. 
Ceralt's voice was disturbed, and he had moved to stand beside me. 
"We must give her to Sigurr," said Hannil, a wildness in his eyes unmatched by the calm in 
his voice. "One female is a small price to pay for our freedom, and if she pleases him, he may 
perhaps keep her for use." 
"You are insane," breathed Ceralt, sickened by what Hannil intended. "How can you believe. . 
.?" 
"I do believe!" Hannil blazed, hand to the dagger at his silvered belt. "I will do as the dark god 
commands and save us all! The wench is mine and you may not interfere-as I have not 
interfered in that which was done with your wench! Stand back now and do not seek to halt 
us!" 
Ceralt stirred as though to move against the other male, yet many hands came to hold him 
where he stood, Lialt's and Telion's among them. That he failed to struggle proved he knew 
the futility of such an act, for Hannil's males moved feverishly about the female Deela, who 
screamed and wept as the leathers were cut from her. The males moved in great haste, as 
though having made their decision, they now raced frantically to see the thing done before 
promised wrath fell upon them. 
It was but scant moments before the weeping, naked female stood before the carving, the 
hands of males keeping her from fleeing her fate. I had no clear understanding of what that 
fate would be, thinking perhaps they intended spilling her blood upon the carving, as tribute to 
he whom they called dark god. That no battle was to be involved was somewhat unseemly, 
yet Hosta, too, will take the lives from enemies slowly, in retribution for acts performed 
against the Hosta clan. That these males offered up the female was clear, yet the next of their 
actions also clarified how she was to be offered up. 
"No!" I cried, seeing three of the males, Hannil included, lift the female toward the waiting 
arms of the carving. They clearly intended placing her for use by the carving, and I could not 
bear the thought. So evil that face was, so sunk in pleasured cruelty, not even the pretty, 
foolish, female Deela deserved being done so. 
"Jalav, hush," said Ceralt, holding me by the arms to keep me beside him. I had attempted to 
move to the female's aid, yet he and Lialt and Telion would not allow this. Their arms circled 
me and held me as I struggled, impossible to escape, impossible to deny. None had heard 
my outcry, for all had eyes only for that which occurred upon the carving. 
Deela screamed as though possessed, throwing herself about, terror in every fiber of her 
being. The three males who held her lifted her from her feet, raised her above the circled, 
outstretched arms of the carving, then lowered her within them to the lap below. The carving's 
manhood seemed to pulse in the flickering torchlight, evil and expectant, poison-filled and 


demon-raised. Slowly but inexorably was Deela's womanhood slid toward it till her body 
blocked its view, her screams unending echoes in our ears. Hannil himself moved before her, 
his hand between her thighs, and truly could I see his positioning of her upon the cold, stone 
shaft. The carving's desire was too large for her, far too large for any female of flesh, yet 
Hannil took her thighs, his males her bottom, and as one, pulled and pushed her upon the 
spear that cleft her body. Deela choked as saliva dripped from her opened mouth, her eyes 
wide and staring, her screams abruptly cut off. She choked again, and a third time, and then 
her hands went to the stone arms about her, clutching them in madness. 
"It moves within me!" she choked out, and then her screams returned increased twofold. "It 
moves within me! Merciful heavens, it lives within me! Hannil! Hannil!" 
The males released her and took a shuddering step backward, yet Deela had not been freed. 
She had been given over to the circling stone arms, from which she was never to escape. Her 
body began a movement in rhythm, as though she were truly being used, and I cringed back 
against Ceralt's chest, sunk in a fear the likes of which I had never before encountered. All 
thoughts of warriorhood were gone from my mind, all fear felt till then no more than a child's 
small dream. Sooner would I face a lashing of a thousand strokes than approach that carving, 
and had Ceralt's arms not held me to him so tightly I would have run from that place though 
every Hosta war leader ever to live stood about me in judgment. 
Surely all those who stood about thought to see a rapid ending to the gift they had placed 
upon the carving, yet such was not to be. Deela's movement continued on and on, her voice 
now screaming, now choking, now whispering hoarsely, now laughing. The sight was enough 
to cause madness in the watchers, the sight of a female's use by a carving. No word was 
spoken by any in the group, till a shifting torch shone redly upon the stone. 
"See there!" said Hannil of a sudden, his finger apoint toward the carving's knees. "Sigurr's 
use has returned her virginity and taken it all in one stroke! She gives him her virgin blood, 
her use now his alone for all eternity!" 
Hannil's voice rang out in a laugh, madness clearly to be heard, Deela's maddened laughter 
adding to his. I could bear no more of those sights and sounds; tearing myself from Ceralt's 
arms I ran stumbling toward the corridor we had come by, my hand to my mouth to hold my 
insides within. After no more than a step or two, Ceralt was again beside me, his arm about 
me in support, his broad face as pale and sickened as mine must have been. I clung to him in 
my illness, faintly aware that many others followed us, knowing little of what occurred about 
me till we had again passed into the main cavern. The females stood about, and those few 
males who had remained to guard them, and all drew back from us upon seeing our faces. 
"What has happened?" demanded Famira, the only one to immediately approach us. "Ceralt, 
Cimilan, Jalav-what has happened?" 
"We have begun to pay Sigurr's price," said Ceralt, his voice thicker than usual. "Famira, help 
me with Jalav." 
Though the words would once have given me insult, no thought of refusal came when Famira 
approached to offer her aid. I trembled in Ceralt's arms, my head awhirl, my thoughts in 
chaos. Deep within I knew what lay ahead of me, yet my mind refused to consider the 
possibility, my flesh shrank from the very hint of it. Was my fear, then, to be the cause of 
Ceralt's loss, a fear before which I was no more than a child or a slave-woman? Fear should 
be thrown off and denied, faced and conquered; this fear was one which I could not even 
begin to think of in such a way. 
I lay for many reckid upon Ceralt's furs, my eyes closed, my arm across them. Famira sat 
near, prepared to aid me should I need her, unspeaking other than that. The males had 
gathered in the center of the cavern, all of them together save the two who had been Hannil's 
closest. They two had attempted to take Hannil's riders from Ceralt's side, yet the other males 
had refused to hear them. Hannil was High Rider no more, and none other was able to stand 
in his stead. 
I lay unmoving and unthinking upon the furs, attempting to deny that which had happened, 
attempting to put it from my memory for all time. It was an action no warrior was well used to, 
and slowly, slowly, the fact returned to me that I was a war leader, pledged to the service of 
Mida. It mattered not what such service might be, only that I performed it, and well. Few were 
called to Mida's service to perform tasks easily done. That I wished to remain unmoving with 
the lanthay fur cradling my back had no bearing; were I to continue in Mida's service, naught 
save that service must concern me. 
It took an effort, yet I soon sat in the fur upon which I had lain. Famira clucked and berated 
me for failing to continue the rest Ceralt had decreed, yet Ceralt had said I must lie still till the 
illness was gone. The illness had gone as far as ever it would; lying longer in place would 
accomplish little good. No longer than a moment did I sit considering what next action must 


be taken, yet in that moment I saw four males returning with torches, obviously having been 
about examining the crevasses Famira and I had begun upon. I felt it needful to hear what 
word they brought, therefore did I rise to my feet and walk to where the balance of the males 
sat. 
" . . . no other openings," said one male as I reached the group. "Further corridors lay only 
through the chamber where Sigurr sits, delighting in Deela's use and Hannil's madness." 
"We cannot return there," said Ceralt, hand amove through long dark hair in a gesture more 
than weary. "We cannot take our wenches through a place such as that." 
"We must return there," said I, drawing the eye of every male, causing Ceralt to rise quickly to 
his feet. "Our path leads forward, no matter the cost." 
"Satya, how do you fare?'' asked Ceralt, coming close to put his arms about me. "With all that 
has occurred, you must rest till the shock has passed." 
"I have no further need of rest," I assured him, putting my hand briefly to his face. "We cannot 
remain here, Ceralt. There is further to come should we attempt it." 
Ceralt's face turned pale with my words, undoubtedly remembering the last warning I had 
spoken. I knew not how the certainty of further ill had come to me; I knew only the truth of the 
words I uttered. The other males muttered and stirred where they sat and stood, unable to 
face the possibility of further distress, unable to gather the strength of decision to depart the 
seemingly peaceful surroundings. The decision, however, was not theirs in any event. 
Ceralt's color returned, yet the shaking of his head seemed to take the life from him. 
"We cannot depart till we hear Lialt's words," said he, nodding toward a far corner of the 
cavern. The other male sat surrounded by the Clouds of Seeing, his eyes upon a scene other 
than that which his sight presented him. Telion sat near to Lialt, his attention full upon the 
other male, his body far from relaxed. "There has been enough of blind movement, enough of 
thoughtless flight and doing." 
"The delay, will not aid us," said I, speaking the words yet seemingly hearing them for the first 
time. It was as though another spoke through me, putting the new knowledge in my mind and 
upon my tongue. The thought gave me no discomfort, for it was undoubtedly Mida who acted 
so, seeing, as ever, to the safety of her warrior. Again Ceralt looked grave at that which he 
heard, yet his light eyes remained determined. I shrugged at the decision which in reality 
delayed decision, moved from his arms, and crouched down to await what would come. 
Time passed, and all those within the cavern ceased pretending they engaged in necessary 
activity. The males sat as they had been, only now their females sat beside them, making no 
sound save an occasional sob of fear and despair, most seeking the arms of their males in an 
attempt to find comfort. The torches sputtered in their niches around the cavern, yet it 
seemed as though the edging darkness had begun an advance, creeping stealthily upon us 
where we waited. Ceralt had sat deep in thought awhile, yet now he paced back and forth, 
much like a lenga in a pit, seeking a way out where there was none. His eyes constantly 
sought the dreaming Lialt, desiring an awakening, seeing naught save the movement of pipe 
to lips, naught save the emptiness of unblinking eyes. At last he could no longer stand the 
stretch of endless time, and strode with determination to where his brother sat. Enlisting 
Telion's aid, the two began working to rouse him who was called Pathfinder. 
Returning Lialt to our presence was not an easy thing. The male resisted all attempts for quite 
some time, yet at last Ceralt was rewarded with blinking eyes and low, protesting groans, 
bringing murmurs of relief from all who now stood about watching closely. Only I had been 
warned away from the area which yet contained traces of the Clouds of Seeing, an 
unreasonable demand with matters as they stood. Had Ceralt been less foolishly male in his 
outlook, I might have fetched Lialt forth much the sooner. 
"He stirs!" said Famira, who stood by my side. "He has returned to his body and soon will 
speak to us!" 
"Doubtless with words of wisdom," I murmured, looking about the cavern. Sand and small bits 
of rock dribbled down from the entrance through which we had originally come, near silent in 
its descent and small in its beginning. Soon other slides would join the first, perhaps 
eventually becoming a river, yet there we stood, awaiting Lialt and the salvation he would 
bring. 
"Lialt, what did you see?" demanded Ceralt, holding his brother to a sitting position. "What 
signs do the Snows send us?" 
"I-" Lialt began, then fell to a fit of coughing. When the spasm passed he continued. "I 
understand naught of what I have seen. There were no signs." 
"How is that possible?" frowned Ceralt, well aware of the mutterings behind him. "The Snows 
have ever given us signs." 
"It must be this place," groaned Lialt, fighting from Ceralt's arm to struggle erect and look 


about himself. "The Snows are covered with clouds of fog, disallowing all seeing, as though 
the future may not be. I walked as far as I was able, hoping to pierce the fog, and soon 
became lost. Had you not roused me, I might never have returned." 
Many cried out at this, male and female alike, and some began weeping with a hopelessness 
born of self-defeat. Famira, too, moaned with despair, yet how might one consider oneself 
defeated with life remaining and Mida uncondemning? 
"Should we fail to depart soon, none will return," I called across the cavern to Ceralt, causing 
him to jerk his head around. "Do you propose to wait till all of the roof has fallen to the floor?" 
He and the others followed the direction indicated by my arm, and again gasps and moans of 
fright echoed about. I was much out of patience with males, and surely this had been heard in 
my voice. Ceralt gave no more than a glance to the slide, then left Lialt to walk to the center 
of the cavern. 
"Gather up no more than food and drink," he commanded the others, speaking to them yet 
looking only upon me. "We must leave here within ten reckid. Jalav, come here to me." 
Famira hurried to do as the others did, frantically and with great misery. I stood where I was 
no more than a moment, then went to stand before Ceralt as he had commanded. His face 
showed no expression, yet the light eyes gazing down upon me were cold with anger. 
"Again you disapprove of my actions," said he, his voice menacingly soft. "You are not the 
leader of this expedition, nor even second in command. Tell me what you are." 
He stood with arms afold, awaiting the words his eyes commanded, yet I could not again 
profess myself wench beneath a male. Even should he beat me before the others, I was able 
to speak no more than the truth. 
"I am a warrior," said I, meeting the anger in his eyes. "A war leader of Mida, ever about her 
business. You may not deny this." 
"I do deny it," he growled, showing the increase in anger no place save in his eyes. "It is only 
my business which you may be concerned with-now and forever more. Kneel before me." 
Again I hesitated to obey him, yet there was naught else I might do. Slowly, reluctantly, I went 
to my knees upon the graveled stone floor before him, nearly feeling the male's pleasure at 
my actions and the reluctance behind them. 
"Perhaps it now returns to you whose word must be obeyed," said he, looking down past his 
folded arms. "Should it be my wish, we shall remain here till this floor is covered with sand 
and rock. The decision remains mine alone. Now put your brow to the floor." 
Beneath his eyes I did as he commanded, then heard the sound of his footsteps, taking him 
elsewhere. The fury was high within me that he would treat me so, and I raged silently as I 
knelt, feeling naught of the stones beneath my knees and head. And then sounds came to me 
of the movement of others about the cavern, others who saw what Ceralt had done and 
perhaps paused in their hung to smile. While the male held my word I was bound to him, 
constrained to obey his every command as though I were the lowest of slave-women, the 
meanest of females. The flames of rage died to burning coals of shame. So much for the folly 
of a warrior's tongue, when speech will bring no smallest taste of glory, no more than a 
punishment fit for a girl. 
Ceralt had decreed departure in two hands of reckid, yet twice the number of reckid passed 
before I was ordered to my feet and given a large leather sack to cart. My eyes met Ceralt's 
as the sack was given me, his stare entering and penetrating to my soul. Perhaps he saw the 
shame I had felt, perhaps he saw the difficulty I found in continuing to hold his eyes; 
whichever the truth, a smile touched his lips, faint and thin yet warmer than a grin of 
satisfaction. His hand came to smooth my hair, then his arm went about me, to lead me to the 
gaggle of others who stood before the crevasse which led to our only escape. My step did not 
falter as I walked beside him, yet the thought came again that there were many things one 
might face which were worse than death. 
"The rock slides grow worse with each passing moment," said Telion to Ceralt as we reached 
him. Telion was engaged in assisting Lialt, whose dark skin appeared pale from beneath, 
drained in some manner from within. He seemed stronger than he had been when first 
awakened, yet the strength of Telion's arm remained necessary to him. 
"We leave now," said Ceralt, looking about at those who stood and awaited his commands. 
Each female held a leather sack matching mine, each male wore a sword which had not been 
so much in evidence earlier. "You men keep your wenches close," continued Ceralt, still 
looking about. "The chamber beyond the upcoming corridor will be difficult for them, yet they 
may do no more than keep close. They may not cling. Should we find it necessary to use our 
swords, push them behind you and form a circle of protection. Those I have assigned as rear 
guard may now take up their positions. The rest of you follow me." 
Ceralt took a torch from a nearby male, nodded to Telion, then entered the crevasse. Telion 


indicated that I was to walk beside him, then he and Lialt followed Ceralt's path. I, too, 
followed, as did the others, and soon we trod the stone of the corridor taking us to the 
chamber beyond, no sound save that of our bootsteps breaking the silence of the rock. 
Ceralt paused at the threshold of the chamber, staring within, then immediately continuing 
toward where the carving stood. We none of us understood the uncertainty of his pause till 
we, too, stood at the chamber's threshold; naught save the carving was to be seen, no sign 
that any other had ever visited the place. 
"No more to be seen than traces of fresh blood," came Ceralt's voice as he and some others 
walked about the base of the carving. "Save for that, all that passed might well have been a 
dream. Where are those who earlier explored this place?" 
The males in question came forward to speak with Ceralt, leaving their females clustered 
about the chamber's entrance. Each female who saw the carving gasped with shock, even 
Famira who had seen it before. I merely entered the cavern with Lialt and Telion, looking 
about myself, keeping my eyes from the carving. All had been decided and naught would 
keep me from that which awaited; I had only to meet it when it came-and endure. 
A crevasse on the far side of the cavern was soon discovered to be the one through which we 
would pass. Some three of the crevasses possessed corridors behind them, yet these 
corridors were narrower than that which led to the cavern we stood in, narrower than that 
through which we would pass. Again were all of our set commanded to follow, again did 
Ceralt start out before us, again did we hurry along in the flickering of torches. 
The second corridor led to a third cavern, much like the first save for the presence of a floor 
pressed to shininess, beneath which symbols might be seen. No carving brooded from this 
third cavern and we paused before continuing on, finding it necessary once again to choose 
from four crevasses which contained corridors. Corridor after corridor we walked, passing 
chamber after chamber, the hind moving past us with no sign of salvation. Once we paused 
upon a pressed, shiny floor, seeking sustenance in the sacks we carried, and afterward when 
we continued on Lialt walked without assistance. Aside from this, all remained unchanging. 
Surely the fey without must have been near to ending when we entered another cavern, no 
different from the others save that its walls bore drawings beneath pressed shininess, just as 
the floor did. Upon the floor were again unknown symbols, yet the walls were more easily 
read. Upon one side males knelt before a dark male, one who held a female by the hair, 
preparatory to using her. Upon the opposite wall stood a golden female, surrounded by other 
females wearing sword and dagger, all standing above a male who had been staked out for 
use. So much did the golden female seem like Mida that I stared in wonder, failing to see that 
the males stared in such a way at the dark male. 
"It is undoubtedly Sigurr," came Lialt's voice, and I turned to see where he gazed. "We have 
been moving ever downward in this maze, and now I begin to wonder. Is it possible the Altar 
we sought was that which was first passed, the chamber with the carven figure? Should we 
now approach the true base of the mountain, its heart must be above us." 
"I sincerely hope not," said Ceralt, looking upon the drawing with distaste. "The sole demand 
about the carven figure was a demand for a female, a gesture I could not repeat even should 
it mean our end. It is not my way to bargain above female blood. Let us continue on in hopes 
of finding a more palatable Altar, one where we need only do battle to gain the ear of the 
god." 
With the other males murmuring assent they turned from the drawing-and every torch 
suddenly sputtered and went out. Males shouted, females screamed, bedlam reigned till 
suddenly there was light again, the light of hundreds of torches rather than mere hands of 
them. The walls we had gazed upon were now gone, the roof no longer immediately above 
us. We stood in a cavern as vast as a forest, stone sky stretching far above us, stone walls 
lost in the distance. This there was time to see and little more, for armed males rushed 
toward us from all sides, obviously bent upon attack. With a shout, the riders formed a circle 
of defense, backs to those females put behind them, swords out and readied though they 
knew not what they faced. When the attacking males closed with them the battle was begun, 
a battle none had anticipated-and none might avoid. Unsurprisingly, it took little time for the 
battle to be over. 

CH 16. A battle is joined-and the dark god encountered 
I stood to the left of the line of huddled, weeping females, placing myself as close to the 
males as possible. Some stood, yet many more sat or lay upon the shininess of the floor, 
their leathers slick with the redness of blood. Telion and Lialt crouched, paying no heed to 
their own wounds, for Ceralt lay on the floor between them, his face pale from the gaping 
wounds in his chest. My fists clenched as I crouched as the males did, staring at Ceralt's life 


ebbing away. So swift the attack had been, and so completely overwhelming eight or nine 
had faced Ceralt alone, their swords tasting his blood, their voices demanding his surrender, 
their anger striking him down when he refused to yield. There had been no time to reach his 
side before he fell, little time to remain there afterward. With so many riders wounded Lialt 
had called out their surrender, and once all swords had been taken, the females had been 
separated from them, to form a ragged, pathetic line. I had attempted to remain with Ceralt, 
yet the victors would have none of it; had I persisted in defying them, Ceralt's throat would 
have been cut. I crouched in silence as near as I might be, perhaps three paces from where 
he lay, burning with fury and kill lust. Had Ceralt been accompanied by Hosta rather than 
males, his life would not have been forfeit. 
"Ah, captives!" came a voice, a female voice filled with great satisfaction. "Our males will 
need to be healed of their wounds first, of course. How stand the wenches in your eyes, 
Tastil?" 
"Well enough," answered a male, and I turned my head to see the two standing to my right, 
examining the weeping females. The male was large and light of hair and eye, clad in leather 
breech and leather boots, a swordbelt firm upon his hips. The tall female also wore the same, 
her large breasts unashamedly exposed, her brown hair worn loose and long to her thighs. 
"Could there be one in which I would find interest?" murmured the female, moving her dark 
eyes over the village females. 
"Vanin, leave them be!" snapped the male called Tastil, his annoyance clear as he looked 
down upon her. "The females are ours to toy with, not yours!" 
"There will obviously soon be one male lost to me." She called Vanin shrugged, gesturing 
unconcernedly in Ceralt's direction. "I am therefore entitled to choose one of yours, to test my 
blade or wet it. Do you wish to protest before the Golden One?" 
The female had turned to lock eyes with the male, mockery and supreme confidence clear in 
her manner. The male regarded her in silence a moment, then made a gesture of disgust. 
"To what purpose?" he growled, resting hand upon sword hilt. "All know you to be the Golden 
One's favorite. Take what wench you will and be damned." 
The female Vanin grinned, her mockery increased, then she turned from the male to look 
again upon the females lined before her. Each wept and shook and clung to another, all 
appearing wide-eyed and miserable-save one. Famira stood perhaps a pace to my right, dry-
eyed and nearly calm, no more than concern for Ceralt filling her large, dark eyes. She stood 
alone as she had stood alone for all of the journey, refusing to mix with the village females, 
unwilling to disturb my silently demanded solitude. Vanin, grinning, moved slowly till she 
stood before Famira, causing the village female to look up into her eyes with bewilderment. 
"You seem the largest here," remarked Vanin to Famira, examining her with an insolent gaze. 
"How long do you feel you might stand against me with sword in hand?" 
"I do not understand," stumbled Famira, her skin paling. "I do not know the wielding of a 
sword." 
"You will soon wish you had studied the matter," laughed Vanin, pleased with Famira's fear. 
"The largest is ever my choice as opponent, and you are largest." 
"You are mistaken," said I to Vanin, rising from my crouch. "She is not the largest among us." 
Vanin's head turned quickly toward me, her grin becoming a frown. She and I stood eye to 
eye, obviously of a size. Even with a pace separating us this was clear, and then the female's 
grin returned. 
"Much more to my liking," said she, leaving Famira to stand herself instead before me. "I 
dislike striking down the small and the helpless. There is little effort needed and little sport to 
be found. How am I to prove my prowess when she who stands before me cowers?" 
"To strike the small and helpless requires no prowess," said I, folding my arms. "It requires 
only fear." 
"Fear!" raged this Vanin, immediately taking insult. "I fear no mortal being! I am a warrior, and 
not to be spoken to so!" 
"Warrior?" I echoed with raised brows, allowing a faint smile to touch me "In what manner 
have you proven yourself warrior? Through the murder of innocents? In the swagger of your 
walk? In the dishonored blade you wear at your side? Such are not the qualities of a warrior." 
"I am a warrior!" screamed Vanin, her fists raised high, a madness in her eyes. "You will die 
slowly for those words, horribly cut to ribbons by my blade! That you will have a blade of your 
own matters not! You will fall before me! Tastil, give her your blade!" 
The female stepped back, nearly foaming in her fury, allowing the male Tastil to approach 
me. He drew his sword and proffered it by the guard, the look in his eyes calling me fool for 
having spoken so. I turned my head from him to look toward Ceralt, seeing anger and fear on 
the faces of Telion and Lialt, pain and distress upon Ceralt himself. Armed males stood close 


about them, preventing Telion's attempt to intervene, preventing Lialt's attempt at protest. 
Again I smiled, partly at the fact of Ceralt's continued existence, then looked again at the 
male Tastil. 
"I choose not to take the sword," said I, continuing to keep my arms folded. "Proceed with this 
farce in any manner you wish." 
"Take it, you fool!" hissed the male, again proffering the sword, yet his anger was naught 
compared to that of Vanin. The female shouldered by him, bringing a small growl to his throat 
which she took no note of, and put herself again before me. 
"You will not refuse!" she shrilled, nearly beside herself with rage. "Take the sword! Take it!" 
"I do refuse," said I, unimpressed with her anger, and then her hand flew toward me, striking 
me across the face, sharply, with a good deal of strength. I staggered, caught off balance, 
and her other hand came, striking even harder in the backswing. I went to the ground, a 
buzzing in my ears, a blurriness in my sight, a trickle of blood at the corner of my mouth. I 
shook my head to dislodge the difficulty, angered almost beyond bearing. The female begged 
to have her blood spilled, yet it was not I who would be privileged in the doing of it. Sounds of 
dismay came from all about, sharpening as I prepared to regain my feet, and then another 
sound came, no more than a whisper, no more than a rustle of nearly dead leaves. 
"Jalav," called Ceralt, all strength gone out of his voice. "Jalav, I release you from your vows. 
Do not allow her to harm you. " 
I turned quickly to search Ceralt's face, disbelieving the words I had heard, seeing only that 
the effort to speak had cost him consciousness. Lialt quickly sought the spark of life in his 
sprawled, motionless body, seemed to find it, yet wept at how low it was. The chill of the 
shining floor entered me, feeding my grief and anger, driving me again to my feet. Vanin 
stood but two paces distant, impatiently awaiting the return of my senses. When she saw I 
had regained my feet, she gestured toward the male Tastil. 
"Bring her closer to me," she commanded a male who stiffened in anger. "I will beat her to 
bloody ruin if necessary, to convince her to take the sword. Then I will strike her down!" 
"Such is to be seen," said I, my voice harsh, the blood-lust tinge in it keeping Tastil where he 
stood. With one motion I removed my leather chest covering, hurling it from me in disgust, 
leaving me with breech and boots, just as Vanin wore. Again a muttering arose all about, and 
Vanin sneered. 
"Do you think emulating my dress will save you?" she asked, placing fists on hips. "My skill 
with a sword does not depend on it." 
"Nor mine," said I, walking forward to take the sword Tastil yet held. The hilt fit well in my 
long-deprived hand, its balance easily to be found. The male smiled as he walked to stand 
with others, and I turned full to face Vanin. 
"It is time," I informed her, keeping my point low. "You spoke earlier of warriors, therefore 
allow me to introduce myself. I am Jalav, war leader of the Hosta, foremost of all the clans of 
Midanna-who are warriors. I spit on your concept of warriorhood, on your concept of honor. 
Face me if you dare, for I mean to have your life." 
"War leader?" she scorned, reaching to her sword and unsheathing it. "Of the Midanna? 
What a fool's tale you tell, wench. I am of the Midanna, chosen favorite of Mida the Golden. I 
shall soon have your blood upon my sword, dedicated in whole to the glory of Mida." 
"Such is to be seen," I said again, advancing to where she stood. "Do you mean to slay me 
with words?" 
The jibe brought her anger as I knew it would, causing her to cut at me as though I stood 
weaponless. It was a fool's move, easily blocked and easily riposted, leaving her with a thin 
line of blood down her arm as she retreated. 
"You fiend, I will have your life!" she screamed, the fingers of her free hand finding the blood I 
had caused to be. She rushed at me again, swinging her sword all about, much like a young 
warrior-to-be, determined yet unskilled. Again I met her flurry of swings, turning them with 
little effort, again I left a line of blood on her, felt deeply when she retreated. 
"Where is the skill you spoke of?" I demanded, seeing her chest rise and fall with agitation. 
"Am I expected to be as you and strike down the helpless? Do you mock me with pretense at 
sword skill? If such is the case, go to your knees now. Should you attack me again, I will 
claim the balance of your blood." 
"You cannot defeat me!" she shrilled, wildness heaving her chest. "You speak only to frighten 
and I will not be frightened!" 
Again the fool of a female came at me, clearly believing desire for a thing would win that thing 
for her. She swung left and right as she had before, her teeth gritted, her eyes blazing, at last 
reaching the bottom of my patience. I caught her swing on my blade and stopped it clean, 
jarring her to the teeth, then began a swinging of my own. Had I faced one of skill my edge 


would have sought the flesh behind the blade; with Vanin it was enough that I struck her 
weapon. Back and back I forced her, she hard pressed to retain her footing, fear clearly 
beginning to enter her eyes. When I saw she knew she faced a superior warrior, I struck her 
blade from her hand, sending it spinning and clattering away. The female then sobbed in 
despair and threw herself to her knees. 
"I yield!" she cried, putting her face in her hands. "I cannot best you and do acknowledge it 
here before all these others!" 
"It is not enough," I said, causing her to raise her head to see the point poised before her 
throat. "Earlier I offered you your life and you chose to throw the offer in my face. I do not 
choose to make the offer again." 
"You cannot slay me!" she choked, her widened eyes on the point so near to her. "I am 
Mida's favorite, chosen above all others!" 
"Not quite above all others," said I, feeling more disgust than amusement. "Send Mida your 
final greeting and prepare yourself." 
"No!" she screamed, throwing herself backward. "Mida, I beseech your aid!" 
I began to step after her, to spit her where she lay, yet a golden haze began to form to the 
right, beside the female craven's body. I halted to watch the golden haze, hearing gasps and 
moans from those who watched behind me, feeling the pulse quicken in my body. Surely the 
time of my release from capture was at hand, for the haze quickly formed about the person of 
Mida, golden and glorious in her presence. 
"Mida, send her from me!" screamed the female Vanin, attempting to crawl to the golden 
presence. "Do not let her slay me!" 
"Greetings, Mida," said I, standing proud and, straight before her. "The blood of this one is 
soon to be yours." 
"Greetings, Jalav," said Mida, sending golden radiance all about with the smile coming to her 
lips. "I am pleased to see you here at last." 
"Mida, no!" gasped Vanin, cringing where she lay. "Do not give her my life, I beg of you!" 
"Vanin, Vanin, my foolish daughter," crooned Mida, turning gentle, concerned golden eyes 
upon her. "Did you not announce yourself the equal of any of my wild daughters? Did you not 
beg the presence of one to prove the contention? I fear you and your sisters have dwelt here 
overlong, making of yourselves more pets than warriors. The war leader Jalav stands before 
you, greatest warrior of all my wild daughters. Why do you not best her?" 
"Mida, I cannot," whispered Vanin, paler by far than she had been. "She fights as a male 
might, not as a warrior." 
"All warriors fight as I do," said I, looking down upon her with Mida. "Those who fight as you 
do are called wenches." 
"No!" Vanin howled, throwing herself about upon the floor. "I am a warrior, not a wench! Mida, 
take me from her!" 
"Jalav, you are the challenged," said Mida, turning from the form upon the floor. "As you have 
bested her, her disposition is yours. Do with her as you will." 
I looked from Mida to the female Vanin, howling and screaming in a frenzy upon the floor. I 
touched the life sign which hung between my breasts, seeing that Vanin wore none. To slay 
the female would be fitting and satisfying, yet little honor would adhere to the act. 
"I cannot leave an enemy behind me," I mused, speaking to Mida. "Nor do I care to sully my 
sword upon one such as she. I have learned a thing from males, Mida, a thing termed mercy. 
Do you wish to see the cruelty of it?" 
Mida smiled, a smile filled with full understanding, therefore did I turn to those others who 
stood watching us. 
"Is there one among you who would have a female pretending to warriorhood?" I called. "She 
is no more than comely to the eye, as yet to be taught obedience in the furs. Is there one who 
would teach her such a thing?" 
"I am one," the male Tastil called back, grinning amid the laughter of his males before coming 
to stand beside me. 
"No!" shrieked the female Vanin, sending venom toward the male with the single word she 
apparently still possessed. "No, no, no, Mida, no!" 
"Ah, but yes, little one," laughed Tastil, advancing to where she lay upon the floor. "As the 
Golden One's favorite you were untouchable, yet now that you have fallen from grace-I have 
waited long for this moment." 
Vanin turned and attempted to scramble to her feet, thinking, perhaps, to run from the male. 
He, however, had no intentions of allowing her escape. As she turned he moved quickly to 
put his hands upon her arms, pushing her to the floor with the weight of his body. 
"There is another thing I have long wished to do," he said, gathering her thigh-length hair in 


his hands. Once captured, he held her hair in one hand, drew a dagger from his boot, then 
proceeded to cut the hair from her at shoulder length. The female screamed and twisted 
beneath him, yet her hair was cut, each strand in its turn, till all hung in a knot from his hand. 
"I shall bind your hair and braid it," said he, thrusting the mass through the sides of his 
breech. "The whip I form will be used each fey to teach you your new lot in life, that of a 
wench subject to a man's will. You will find yourself much beaten and much used-and well 
repaid for every insult ever given me." 
He then rose to his feet, drawing her up with him, taking her from the spot by a fist in her 
shortened hair. Her wailing cry to Mida could be heard far across the vast chamber, even 
when shadows no longer showed their forms. I took a breath of weariness, remarking again 
upon the mercy of males, then turned to see how Ceralt fared. 
"No, Jalav," said Mida, before I might begin a step. "I have waited long to speak with you, and 
wish to wait no longer. Come with me." 
I was about to ask but a moment's time, yet before I was able to do so, the golden haze about 
Mida spread to encircle me as well. The air itself glowed golden about me, filling my lungs 
with the color of life. I felt I floated there, in the golden haze, between one step and another, 
and then it was gone and a chamber stood about me, Mida's chamber beyond doubt. All was 
golden, the cloth beneath my feet, the silks upon the walls, the seats, the platforms, the furs 
upon the thing called bed. Mida herself seemed to step from the haze of gold, sending it 
elsewhere, turning at last to face me. Her skin and hair and eyes were gold, soft and radiant, 
giving her a beauty beyond all others. Her large, full breasts were bare, and about her hips 
was draped a golden covering, long to her ankles, much like that which Keepers wore. She 
gazed upon me in silence for a moment, then gestured toward a seat. 
"Divest yourself of that sword, war leader, then sit yourself there," said she. "There are many 
things to be discussed between us, not the least of which is my reason for calling you here. 
There is much for you to do and I would have you begin as soon as possible." 
"I shall be pleased to do so," said I, cleaning the blade I had used upon my thigh before 
throwing it to a corner. "However, there is first the matter of the male Ceralt. Is his life yours 
or mine, Mida?" 
"His life?" she frowned, meeting my eyes. "Of what interest is his life? His life has served my 
purpose and is now no longer necessary. In another hin it will be gone." 
"I do not wish it to be gone," I persisted, watching as she turned from me to walk to a tall, 
golden seat, much like that called throne. "I wish his life to be mine." 
"For what reason?" she demanded, turning to seat herself and once again gaze upon me. 
Her eyes probed deep spearing me with golden radiance, and then a smile returned to her 
lips. "Ah, I see," she breathed, placing her arms upon the seat arms as she leaned back. "The 
male has bred the desire for revenge in you, raising a fury I feel clearly. You mean to hold 
him captive again, or perhaps give him to a sister clan for use. I approve your intentions, 
Jalav. A pity they cannot be." 
"Cannot be?" I frowned, diverted from correcting Mida's impressions. I had often thought of 
Ceralt as she had described, yet not for some time had those intentions been mine. "Naught 
is impossible to you, Mida. Heal him as you healed me." 
"The matter is hardly that simple, Jalav," she laughed, in some manner pleased. "You are a 
warrior and a daughter. The male is a male-and primarily in Sigurr's province, who is unlikely 
to give up his blood. He has had me bring you here for other purposes than to give you the 
gift of a male." 
"He?" I blurted, again feeling the whirl of confusion. "Mida, I do not understand." 
"You soon shall," said she, no longer seeming pleased. "The matter begins with the pending 
arrival of these strangers from the stars. They think to take you from us, yet it shall never be! 
Never!" A great anger had taken her at mention of the strangers, yet she soon had control of 
her voice again. 
"All you need know is that these strangers are evil, beings who must be fought with and 
conquered," she continued. "Sigurr and I, between us, hold the obedience and loyalty of the 
two greatest warrior forces on this world, the Midanna and the Sigurri. As it was long ago 
destined that you make the journey here, Sigurr considers the decision to send you forth to 
his Sigurri, raising them in his name to battle beside my Midanna. It is his thought that his 
males will triumph over all about them, and after the victory over the strangers, my Midanna 
as well, yet this will not be. After victory is ours, it is his Sigurri who will fall, never to rise 
again. It is for this purpose that I have prepared you Jalav. Are you prepared?" 
"How have I been prepared, Mida?" I asked, standing yet, in the clouds of uncertainty. 
"Through being the war leader of your Hosta?" 
"Not that." She laughed, humor apparently restored. "Your position as leader of warriors held 


by males will allow you to be war leader for all of my Midanna. Nearly all of the Hosta carry 
the quickened seed of males, rendering them unfit for battle. The sole Hosta will be you, 
Jalav, a war leader without partiality, a war leader all may follow without prejudice." 
"Then how have I been prepared?" I whispered, ill to know the Hosta would not be beside me 
in battle. Ever had my clan sisters fought by my side, yet now I was to abandon them to their 
fate. Though Mida had not said so, I knew this to be in her thoughts. 
"You have been prepared by your captivity by males," said she, great amusement evident 
upon her face. "Do you now feel a proper hate for males, Jalav? Are you able to remember 
the shame given you at their hands? Many times you called to me in your misery, demanding 
to know why I allowed the capture to continue. It was for this reason, that you would learn to 
hate and despise males, all males, even those you will fight beside. When the battle is done, 
you will take all their lives, giving me their blood as you have ever done." 
I turned without words and went to a seat, turning again to numbly seat myself. The reason 
Mida spoke held little reason for my mind, for was I not a Midanna warrior? Had I been 
bidden by Mida to end the lives of certain males, would I have hesitated in the manner of a 
city slave-woman? In the full flush of battle lust, what need has a warrior of hate? 
"Sigurr will soon present himself to speak with you," said Mida, a small, pleased smile upon 
her lips. "We will, of course, say naught of our true intentions, allowing him to believe all is as 
he wishes it. Do not allow his manner to disturb you-you stand beneath my protection." 
"What of the two left at his Altar?" I asked of a sudden, not knowing why I spoke the question. 
"The slave female and the male-what has become of them?" 
"The female Sigurr tasted to her soul," laughed Mida, much pleased with the thought. "He 
holds her close to death in his domain, continuing her use, disallowing her end. The male is 
here in my domain, already having felt his use, burning in the throes of the sthuvad drug. His 
use is mine alone, therefore does he burn with none other to see to him while I concern 
myself elsewhere. He has long since begun to beg my presence; he will live long enough to 
do more." 
I nodded slowly, somehow having come to expect naught else. My hand went to my life sign, 
feeling the worn wooden carving, communing with the guardian of my soul. My mind whirled 
in a manner I was unused to, with thought rather than confusion. All about me seemed 
suddenly clear, yet I knew not what might be done about it. 
"Ah, Sigurr comes," announced Mida with a purr, sounding much like a city female 
anticipating the arrival of a suitor. The golden air to my left began to darken, a thick black fog 
surrounding a growing presence. My flesh chilled as a male formed in the fog's depth, his 
body and face as dark as Mida's was golden, his eyes so black and hungry they made one 
want to flee his sight. I darted a glance to where I had thrown my sword at Mida's behest, and 
Mida's laughter rang out, light and golden. 
"You threaten my warrior's peace of mind, Sigurr," said she, speaking to the fully formed, 
black-misted male. "Yet, see how her thoughts go, to a weapon rather than to fearful homage. 
Are not my warriors here mere children in comparison?" 
"She laughed at my displeasure," breathed the male, a deep, low, breathy chill to his voice. 
"When she thought she lay dying, she laughed at my desire." 
"She is wild and untamed," smiled Mida, finding no discomfort in the male's ice-tinged fury. 
"Would you have her behave as do those who are chosen to satisfy your lusts? Would you 
have her grovel at your feet, shuddering in terror?" 
"Yes," breathed the misted male, his eyes taking the measure of my soul. Mida laughed to 
hear the single word, yet I found the need to grasp the arms of my seat, the desire to cry out 
in fear beating a mad pulse in my body. The male stood upon the mist covering Mida's golden 
floor, his form larger than any male I had ever seen, his desire covered with the blackest of 
breeches. As he gazed upon me his hand moved to the breech, and Mida stood quickly out of 
her seat. 
"In my domain, your lusts will remain covered!" she snapped, cold authority in the command. 
"You now see Jalav before you. Do you accept her as courier to raise your Sigurri?" 
"They will take her and sell her as warrior-pleasure," growled Sigurr, his large, square hand 
yet at his breech. "They will tie her by that thigh-length hair to a post and ravage her body as 
it is meant to be ravaged. They will not heed the words of a squirming wench, hot in her 
need." 
"She will require a sign of sorts," mused Mida, deaf to the balance of the male's words. "A 
sign your Sigurri cannot doubt. It will be necessary to think upon what this sign should be." 
"With a sign it may perhaps be done," grudged the dark male, his eyes continuing to rest 
upon me. "These wenches of the forest have knowledge of my warriors, yet know naught of 
where they dwell: Will she go to raise them to fight by her side, or will she lead others in 


attack upon them? It is difficult to know what a foolish female may do." 
"Jalav is a warrior above all else," said Mida with scorn. "Her desire would be to attack, yet 
her obedience is to me. Should she give her word to raise your Sigurri, she will not be 
forsworn. " 
"Is this so, wench?" asked the male. "Do you stand ready to give me your word?" 
"Perhaps," I allowed, not knowing how my voice had achieved such steadiness. "For this 
service, however, you have not yet asked my price, male." 
"Your price?" the dark male breathed, the blaze heating in his eyes. "You dare to put a price 
on service to me?" 
"You are naught to me," I answered with flatness. "For what reason would I do you service 
without a price?" 
"For your life," growled the male, "for your soul and sanity. All are mine should I wish to take 
them." 
"Take them, then," I shrugged, forcing my body to lean at ease in the seat. "Find another to 
raise your Sigurri to meet the strangers. " 
Mida laughed at the male's silence, seeing that he realized death held no fear for me. That 
she would not allow him my capture was also clear, for madness peered from his eyes as he 
fought to speak. 
"So I must meet a wench's price," he breathed, the breathiness ragged. "What will you have, 
wench? Jewels for your fingers and throat? Silks for your body? A beauty greater than any 
other wench may possess? What small, puny thing will you have?" 
"Jalav is a warrior," I growled, angered by the male's manner. "It is no city slave-woman thing 
I desire. I will have the lives of the males and females who accompanied me, that and their 
health. They are all to be healed and released, clad against the cold, armed against danger, 
mounted and with their possessions intact. They are to be given adequate provender to allow 
them to return to their village as they left it, healthy and whole." 
"For what conceivable reason do you ask this?" demanded the male, eyes narrowed with lack 
of understanding. "Mida has assured me you do not suffer from this mortal disease of 
concern for those not of your clan." 
"It is not a matter of concern." I shrugged, using the gesture to hide my discomfort over 
speaking other than the truth. Truth, in that instance, would have doomed them all. "The 
females look to me as leader, therefore are their lives mine to consider. The males I wish to 
have free and whole, for a debt stands between us that only swords will see to. When this 
matter of the strangers is done, I will lead my warriors against their villages." 
"Ah, it is their blood you wish," said the male with a breathy chuckle. "Once free they will think 
themselves safe, then you and yours will swoop down upon them, burning, torturing, raping 
and killing. I had not expected so worthy a purpose." 
"You will meet my price, then?" I asked, showing naught of the burning hurry I felt within me. 
Less than a hin of life did Ceralt have, too little to be wasted in talk. 
"Perhaps," chuckled the dark male. "Their terror would be amusing, their capture and torture 
and use most diverting. Were they pledged to me you would not have them, yet as they are-
perhaps. For I, too, have a price." 
The words had been spoken, the words I had feared above all others, yet I sat as I had been, 
seemingly unconcerned. The thing would require my consent-would the strength be mine to 
see it through? 
"A price for a price?" I murmured, speaking low to keep hidden the tremor in my voice. "For 
my price you receive a service. What am I to receive from yours?" 
"For my price you will have their minds," he laughed, a deep breathy laugh of black pleasure. 
"Without my price you will have no more than that which was asked for-their bodies whole 
just as they were when they left their village. They will believe they have not yet sought my 
Altar-and will come again in search of it, placing themselves again in my power. Without my 
price, their lives will yet be mine." 
His laughter spread and pushed upon my ears, insolent, demeaning, arrogant and evil. Mida, 
too, laughed at my plight, at the way the male had snared me in his trap. Should I insist upon 
my price, his, too, must be paid. 
"Jalav, give over the thought of the male," Mida urged, amusement sparkling in her golden 
eyes. "There are other things before you, things of greater moment than the capture of a 
male. When you are victorious I will give you many males." 
"Yet none who first had the capture of me," I said, nearly faint with the need to dissemble, the 
need to appear calm. "What is your price, male?" 
"You know my price," he answered, growing larger in the mists of black, his hot, black eyes 
boring into me. "I whispered my price when another lay upon you, taking your use as mere 


mortals do. Do you pay my price or do you fear to meet it, mortal wench? Your survival is no 
sure thing." 
Again his figure grew in the mists, throbbing as his carving had seemed to throb. I felt the silk 
and wood of the seat beneath and behind me, felt the smoothness of the wood beneath my 
hands, and yet it seemed the black mists spread to envelop me, touching and clinging. Sigurr 
it was who grew before me, dark god feared by all who knew of him, justly feared, justly 
shunned. 
"Speak to me, mortal wench," he breathed, so close, the smell of his desire made my head 
spin. "Do you meet my price, or do I, alone, meet yours?" 
I sat in the chair, caught in the gaze of the male, my tongue like leather in a sand-filled mouth, 
terror beyond description consuming my insides. Had my muscles not been locked full tight, 
surely I would have soiled myself. Had another asked the deed of me, I would have fled to 
show my refusal, yet no other had demanded the act of me, no other would have considered 
the asking. For that other, then, one who never would have asked, did I swallow the sand and 
force movement upon the leather. 
"First their wounds," I croaked, finding it impossible to back any farther. "First heal their 
wounds and then your price . . ." 
"It is done," breathed the dark voice in exultation, moving forward with the mists. "And now 
my price." 
The mists surrounded me, smothered me, lifted me from the golden room to another place, 
one I dared not look closely at. Hands touched my arms, the breech was torn from me, and 
then was a price paid in full. 

CH 17. A sign is fashioned-and a final warning given 
I know not how many feyd passed as I lay in delirium, or, in truth, if feyd passed at all. 
Perhaps no more than hind passed as I lay curled upon furs, my body aflame with agony, my 
mind near to madness. When sight returned to my eyes there were slave-males about, true 
slaves with fear in their eyes, apology clear in their movements. They brought wet cloths to 
bathe my brow, fanned me with feathers half the size of the males themselves, fetched tall 
pots called flagons filled with daru. This latter I attempted to drink, to soothe the rawness 
screaming had brought to my throat, yet my insides would not hold it. Spasms threw it back to 
the floor, beyond the furs, then darkness took me again, a soothing darkness in which my 
mind did no more than weep. 
Sight came again after a time, bringing greater knowledge of the room I lay in. Large it was, 
nearly the size of Mida's, draped in many shadows of green, predominantly Hosta green. I 
stirred upon the furs beneath me, finding little strength, knowing more than a shadow of the 
pain I had been given. My body ached, both inside and out, yet my mind ached more with the 
memory of what the thing called Sigurr had done. He had taken his price fully, causing me 
shame and humiliation and fear as well as pain. He had done things which, had they been 
done before my capture by males, would have driven me mad. I had been used, and made to 
serve, and used again and again to heal an unnatural need, one even larger than that felt by 
males filled with sthuvad drug. I knew not how long a time I had spent in red agony, nor would 
I ever know. The thing was endless as it went, unforgettable in its aftermath. 
I stirred again upon the furs, turning my head here and there, seeing the male slaves ranged 
upon their knees before a side wall, heads deferentially down, shoulders bowed, eyes upon 
the floor before them, bodies draped in scanty cloth of green which failed to cover that which 
made them male. Had I need of one, I had only to summon him with word or gesture. That 
had been whispered to me when first I had opened my eyes, wildly fearful, much in pain, 
prepared to continue screaming. The sight of such slavey males sickened me, yet relief was 
there beside the illness; had the males been free and proud, I could not have faced them. 
Two hands of reckid and more passed as I lay upon the furs, my thoughts darting about here 
and there, touching my time with Sigurr fleetingly, lightly, as one would touch tongue to mouth 
sore, testing to see if pain remained. At last I could bear the shock of testing no longer, 
therefore did I turn to one side and force myself to sitting, using strength of arm to keep 
myself so. Dizziness touched me, whirling round and round in brief sport, then did it go 
elsewhere to bedevil another. I had no true wish to examine my body, yet when I moved to 
pull my hair from beneath me, my eyes found the bruises which marked me well. Upon 
breasts and thighs and belly were they, round and black and set within my flesh to show how 
he had touched me, that god of males. The slave males had been about washing me when I 
had first awakened, yet I felt the need to bathe in deep, clear streams, full with scrubbing 
sand, far from the caves I sat in. 
And then my eyes were drawn to the life sign I had worn since first I had become a warrior, 


the life sign I had carved with my own hands from the tree which had been marked as mine at 
my birth. The sign of the hadat hung between my breasts as ever it had done, its lines full 
familiar to my eyes, yet no longer made of wood, stained in enemy blood. It had now become 
like Mida's Crystals, light and clear as dream substance, filled with uneasy roiling. I stared at 
the gray, swirling mists, disbelieving the sight of my eyes, and then the swirling changed of its 
own, growing deeper and more throbbing, till at last it turned and moved in blackness. My 
eyes closed as I nearly shuddered but I felt a great leadenness, an understanding of how 
deeply I had been fouled. Sigurr breathed within my life sign, soiling my soul as he had soiled 
my body, marking me as his for all to see. This, then, was the sign he and Mida had spoken 
of, the sign of his touch upon me. I lay again upon the fur, curled up tight in a ball, all feelings 
of fear and loathing numb within me. Sigurr had become a part of me and would remain so 
forevermore. 
Some time later a golden haze began forming not far from me, speaking, I knew, of Mida's 
impending arrival. I considered continuing to lie as I was, then thought better of it and sat 
upon the fur. When Mida had formed completely within the mist, her lovely golden eyes 
moved closely all about me. 
"I see you have returned to yourself," said she, her voice light and lovely and concerned. 
"Have you memory of that which was done to you?" 
"I have memory of it." I nodded, holding her gaze. "His price was met." 
"And withstood," she murmured, a strange glow touching her. "His sign and mine you now 
find on you, showing our approval, our confidence, our acceptance of you. More, Sigurr finds 
himself taken with you, in a manner of speaking. Never before has a mortal female given him 
such strength, such release. Should you survive the raising of his warriors and the following 
battle, I believe he will seek you again." 
"What more might he do that has not already been done?" I shrugged, truly unconcerned. 
Pain is pain, to be borne in silence; one's soul may be tainted no more than once. 
"Perhaps he may do a thing never before done," said she, again in a murmur, then passed to 
other matters before I might ask her meaning. "When you leave here, you will first come upon 
my Midanna, led to the land of males by the Keeper Rilas, as yet unsure of what their actions 
should be. You will find them in the vicinity of Bellinard, for there comes the first work to your 
hand. The strangers will appear not far from Bellinard, and the city must be ours when they 
do. The males who dwell there would give up whatever asked for." 
"In fear," I nodded, recalling the look of the male called High Seat in that-city. "They are of a 
low sort, to be easily taken by warriors." 
"Good," said she. "In that city, now held captive by them, are certain Sigurri warriors. It is 
these warriors who will guide you to their brothers who must be returned to the city you will 
then hold. From there may the final battle be faced." 
Again I nodded, then leaned back in the fur upon one elbow. "So the Hosta were given into 
capture by males to allow Jalav to lead all the Midanna," I said, watching Mida carefully. 
"Jalav herself was given to males to breed hate within her for the selfsame males. All was 
done with this final battle in mind." 
"Certainly," smiled Mida, pleased with the understanding I had attained. "Jalav is my finest 
warrior, most beloved of my daughters. How might I have chosen another?" 
"How, indeed?" I murmured, seeing all most clearly. Mida had placed me among males to 
learn hatred of them, yet it had only been memory of these meant-to-be-hated males that had 
kept me from madness at Sigurr's hands. Memories of gentleness and laughter, care and 
comfort had held me during terror and pain, bolstering me to face the devastation of my soul. 
Never would I feel the hate Mida had wished for, not for those males, yet I remained bound in 
blood to Mida-and Sigurr as well. It would be foolishness to dwell upon what feelings I had for 
them. 
"When may I leave this chamber to walk about your keep?" I asked, returning my gaze to 
Mida. "I would see what there is to see before my departure." 
"You may leave as soon as you are able," smiled Mida, gathering her golden mist about her. 
"I will have guides awaiting you in the corridor without your door. We will speak again before 
you depart." 
The mists thickened, masking her smile, and soon she and her mists were gone once more. 
The male slaves, upon their knees by the wall, had put their heads to the floor at Mida's 
appearance, straightening again only when her mists were gone. I gestured to one, telling 
him to bring provender, then slowly levered myself to my feet. Movement remained an ache 
and an effort, yet was it necessary that I ignore such things. Once again was I Jalav, war 
leader of Midanna, soon to face attack and battle. In battle there is room for thought of naught 
else. 


A glance about the chamber showed my breech neatly folded by my fur boots, most likely 
returned to me by Mida and prepared against my need by the slaves. I went to don both, and 
only then saw clearly what lay beyond them, upon the fur of the floor. With breech in place 
and boots upon my feet, I bent to that which I had been too long without: a silver handled 
dagger complete with leg bands, and a leather scabbarded, silver-hilted sword. I drew the 
blade from its sheath to examine it, and found it to be an exact mate to the dagger; both were 
made of pale gold metal, chased with deep-set strokes of black. The strokes spoke no letter I 
had learned, yet did I feel they spoke in another tongue, one I had no knowledge of. It was a 
matter to be considered, yet of no real moment. The slave returned with the provender I had 
requested, therefore did I turn my attention to filling the hollow within me. 
When I was done with feeding, I rose to my feet to consider the slaves. They knelt as they 
had earlier, beside the wall, heads bowed till they might be needed. A full hand of them were 
there, well-made males broad in the shoulder and chest, tall and seemingly strong, yet with 
fear and trembling clear in their eyes when those eyes dared to look upon me. What thing 
had taken their manhood from them I knew not, and though it continued to sicken me to look 
upon them, there was a manner in which they might serve me other than in obeying my 
commands. I chose two, one dark of hair and eye, the second red-gold haired and pale of 
eye, and with them following obediently behind me, left the chamber. 
Without the door stood three dark-haired females, each clad in breech and boots of leather, 
each with sword at hip, each with hair as long as mine. They started nervously when I 
appeared, dark eyes going large and round, each straightening where she stood in an 
attempt to match my height. None of them was within a hand of her called Vanin, therefore 
did they fail in their attempt to match me. I looked upon them more directly than they looked 
upon me, wondering if their boots hid dagger and leg bands as mine did, and one of their set 
found courage enough to face me. 
"We are here to guide you, war leader," said she, a girlish quaver in her voice, her hands 
nervously before her. "Will you follow us?" 
"No," I denied, unable to cover my displeasure with the three. "A war leader does not follow. 
You are of those who call themselves warriors?" 
The females behind she who spoke exchanged fear-filled glances, yet the female before me 
did not join them. Much did she seem numb with fear, unable to do more than nod woodenly. 
The disgust in my expression caused them all to cringe, so much like the male slaves who 
stood silently behind me that I felt a growl rising to my throat. 
"Show me where those who were taken with me are being kept," I said before I might further 
frighten these children who played at being warriors. Indeed were they the pets Mida had 
spoken of, too long kept in safety and comfort, far from the harshness of true battle. 
"At once, war leader," nodded the female before me, tripping upon her words and her own 
feet in her haste to obey. She and the other two moved carefully past me, to my right, 
glancing quickly at the male slaves behind me, then made their way up the corridor in which 
they had waited. The corridor was smooth, pressed stone, black and white with gold, floor, 
walls and ceiling. I walked to a wall and touched my fingers to it, feeling a coolness 
unmatched by the warmth of the air. The three females waited the same number of paces 
ahead of me, the two male slaves followed obediently after, all wondering why I sought to 
learn what thing it was which made the walls of that keep, none speaking of their curiosity. 
Had they been warriors they would not have wondered, yet had they been warriors, I would 
not have acted as openly as I did. After a moment I moved toward the females, and they, 
again in haste, once more took up the task given them. 
Through the corridor we moved, passing many doors, till at last we came to its end, where it 
moved through a doorless doorway and widened into a large cavern, wherein stood perhaps 
four hands more of females such as those who guided me. The females held sword and 
shield, facing each other in pairs, one of each pair attacking with sword the shield of the 
other. The smell of sword oil came clearly to me, that and the smell of sweat, and those who 
walked before me paused to look upon their sisters. 
"It is here that we practice and perfect the use of swords, war leader," said she who had 
spoken earlier. "We are proud of our skill, and proud to have you witness our efforts." 
"Pride should be kept for that which merits it," I said, looking from one to the other of pairs of 
females. "They do well in attack upon shields, hacking and swinging in true abandon. Have 
they never been told that the object is to reach the flesh of she who stands behind the 
shield?" 
"I-I do not understand," stumbled the girl, her eyes again widened. "We have been taught to 
keep our opponents behind their shields, to prevent the use of the swords they hold." 
"Till one or the other of you falls from hunger and thirst?" I demanded. "What if you and your 


opponent hold no shield? Do you then attack an imaginary shield? Pah! True warriors are 
long blooded by your age, having both taken and lost blood in true battle. None here could 
hope to stand before the least and youngest of Hosta, not to speak of the puniest of males. 
Let us continue before I lose that which I have fed upon." 
The shaken female nodded, her lip atremble as though she held back tears, and we passed 
from that place into another corridor, one which led downward. Torches stood upon the walls 
in all of these corridors, burning steadily, giving the air a strange smell as though sunlight 
were unknown there. I felt a great anger within me, as though I had been gulled out of that 
which I had ever considered mine, yet I kept my mind to the odor of the air, my disgust for the 
male slaves, my impatience with those who dared call themselves warriors. The place was 
not one where unbridled thought was wise, not if I wished to ride free on my way again. 
Three further hands of reckid were filled with walking, and then we came to a widening of the 
corridor which did not become a chamber. Of a sudden there were doorways to either side of 
the corridor, doorways closed off with lines of metal, much like those rooms in the dwelling of 
the High Sea of Ranistard. I could see, behind the lines of metal, males and females of the 
set with which I had traveled, males to the left, females to the right, three to each enclosure. 
The females sat huddled together with sobs much in evidence, the males stood with fists 
clenched in anger, yet all broke off their doing at my appearance, coming forward to stare in 
silence. As my eyes swept them the females shrank back with gasps, they having noticed my 
guides and the slaves who dogged my steps. The males growled low to each other, 
displeased at what they saw, yet I cared little for what they thought. It was others I had come 
to find, and those others were not far. Four enclosures farther on, I found those I had been 
seeking. 
Unsurprisingly Telion, Lialt and Ceralt were enclosed together. Ceralt lay upon furs, cloth 
bound about his body, his face pale from loss of blood, yet he lived. Wounded and 
unconscious, prisoner to those about him, yet his life had been reclaimed. Lialt sat by his 
side, ever vigilant for the least change in breathing, the least stirring of limbs, his face lined 
from lack of sleep. Telion sat apart from the two, back against a wall, knee up to support an 
arm which in turn supported his head. At my appearance Lialt and Telion looked up, then 
rose quickly to their feet to come to the metal. 
"Jalav, where have you been?" demanded Telion, circling two lines of metal with his fists. 
"We thought you taken and forever lost!" 
"And yet, here I stand," said I, meeting the male's eyes. "Mida wished to speak with her 
warrior, therefore was I taken from your midst. Her powers are strong for one who is only-how 
did you call it?" 
"A superstition," Telion ground out, teeth clenched in anger, light eyes flaring. "I see she has 
done well by the one who has ever remained faithful." 
"Perhaps not so well as all that," said Lialt, eyes amove about me. "What caused those 
bruises upon you, Jalav? You seem badly used for one who is a favorite." 
"The bruises are naught." I shrugged, stepping closer to the metal. "I see your wounds have 
been tended to." 
"Indeed." Lialt nodded, his eyes continuing to hold to me. "Even Ceralt moves farther from the 
dark gateway with every breath he takes. Perhaps there is that in the air here which promotes 
healing." 
"Yet, it is not merely healing which we require," said Telion, drawing my eyes. "We also 
require our freedom, Jalav. Is there naught a favorite of the goddess may do to accomplish 
this? Have you forgotten so soon how close a bond we share?" 
His voice had softened with the disappearance of his anger, and abruptly one hand left the 
metal to draw me close, while the other moved to caress my breast. Much did I expect my 
flesh to melt and harden at his touch, just as he expected the same, yet the expected did not 
occur. My flesh remained as it had been, cool both without and within, and after some reckid, 
Telion removed his hands from me in confusion. I, too, had no understanding of what had 
caused the change, yet the meaning was clear: no longer was my flesh slave to any male 
who touched me, no longer theirs to do with as they pleased. Perhaps it had been the touch 
of Sigurr, shriveling my senses as well as my soul; should that be so, it was the one thing for 
which I might feel well pleased. 
"Apparently the bond no longer exists," Lialt observed, searching for signs that he was in 
error. "I feel sure, Telion, that she has not come to free us." 
"You are correct," I said, stepping back farther from the metal. "We are destined to meet 
again, male, yet the time will be when you, too, are able to take weapon in hand. Jalav has 
not forgotten your doings, nor shall she ever forget them. Should you wish to see what the 
future holds for you, look here." 


I turned from them then to the male slaves I had brought, gesturing them to their knees 
before me. With my finger pointing downward I bade them press their heads to the floor, 
clearly marking them as slaves chained to my bidding. I looked again upon Telion and Lialt, 
who stood behind the metal thin-lipped with rage, and smiled a smile of challenge. 
"Such is the fate which you shall find, should we ever meet again," I informed them. "When 
that one awakens, give him the greeting of Jalav, war leader of all the Midanna, and bid him 
return to his simple village and the life he once knew. Jalav shall see to the coming strangers 
with warriors of worth, warriors who well know the spilling of blood. Should we ever meet 
again, there will be swords drawn between us." 
I ordered the slaves to their feet again, then turned and walked away, much aware of eyes 
upon me. Telion and Lialt had been warned away, and Ceralt, too, would be given my 
message. I felt anxious to be about the work before me, yet felt, deep within me, the loss of 
the male called Ceralt, he who had come to mean so much. Not again would I know his arms 
about me, not again would I feel the ecstasy of his touch. Were Mida to discover my true 
feelings for the male, his life would be taken as easily as it had been saved. My life was 
Mida's, as was my sword, and naught in all the world would take me from her service save 
death, which, I knew, would not be easily attained. I retraced my steps up the corridor, my 
hand arest upon the silver hilt of my sword, knowing death-and peace-would be difficult to 
find indeed.