Jennifer Roberson writes:

"The Chronicles of the Cheysuli is a dynastic fantasy,
the story of a proud, honorable race brought down by
the avarice, evil and sorcery of others—and its own special
brand of magic. It's the story of an ancient race blessed
by the old gods of their homeland, and cursed by the
sorcerers who desire domination over all men. It's a
dynasty of good and evil; love and hatred; pride and
strength. Most of all it deals with the destiny in every
man and his struggle to shape it, follow it. deny it."

CHRONICLES OF THE CHEYSULI:

SHAPECHANGERS
THE SONG OF HOMANA
LEGACY OF THE SWORD
TRACK OF THE WHITE WOLF
A PRIDE OF PRINCES
DAUGHTER OF THE LION
FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN*
A TAPESTRY OF LIONS*

* forthcoming from DAW Books

SHAPECHANGERS

Chronicles of the Cheysuli: Book One

Jennifer Roberson

DAW BOOKS, INC.

DONALD A. WOLLHEIM, PUBLISHER

1633 Broadway, New York, NY 10019

Copyright © 1984 by Jennifer Roberson.
All Rights Reserved.

Cover art by Juiek Heller-

For all those who believe in fantasy,
and the special few who believed in me.

DAW Book Collectors No. 564.

First Printing, February 1984
6 7 8 9 10

PRINTED IN THE U.S. A.

BOOK I

"The Captive"

Chapter One

She sat by the creek, half-hidden in lush grasses. Carefully she
twined purple summer flowers into her single dark brown braid,
and dabbled bare feet in the rushing water. Stems and crushed
blooms littered the coarse yellow gown she wore and damp earth
stained the garment, but she paid it no mind. She was purpose-
fully intent on her work, for if she allowed her thoughts to range
freely she would be overtaken by the knowledge—and the hope—
that he still might come.

A songbird called from the forest behind and she glanced up,
smiling at the delicate melody. Then her attention was caught by
an approaching rider, and she let fall the flowered braid from
limp fingers.

Sunlight glittered off the gold of his mount's trappings and
painted the chestnut warhorse bright red. She heard the jingle of
bit and bridle and the heavy snort of the big stallion. His rider,
who had yet to see her, rode unconcernedly through the
meadowlanos.

She drew her knees up and clasped her arms around them,
resting her chin on their tops. She felt the familiar leap of
excitement, anticipation and wonder within her breast, and quickly
tried to dismiss it. If she allowed him to see it she would be no
different from anyone else to him, and therefore of no account.

And I want to be of account to him, she thought intently.

His tawny-dark head was bent as he rode, blue eyes on the
shedding of his gloves. He wore black hunting leathers, she saw,
and had thrown a thin green woolen mantle back from broad
shoulders. A flash of green and gold glittering at his left shoulder
caught her eye: the emerald cloak-brooch he favored. At his
heavy belt was hung a massive two-handed broadsword.

The wariiorse splashed into the creek, splattering her liberally.
She grinned in devious anticipation and straightened in the deep
grass, wiping water from her sun-browned skin.

"I did not think you would come," she said, pitching her
voice to carry over the noisy horse.

The animal reacted to her unexpected appearance with alacrity.
He plunged sideways, halfway out of die creek, men unceremoni-
ously slid down the muddy bank into the water again. His rider,

equally startled, reined the animal in with a curse and shot a
glare over his shoulder. When he saw her his face cleared.

"Alix! Do you seek to unseat me?"

She grinned at him and shook her head as he tried to settle the
horse- The creek bottom offered treacherous footing to any
beast, and me warhorse had yet to find a comfortable spot,
Finally his rider cursed again in exasperation and spurred him
through the water onto the bank, where he stared down at her
from the chestnut's great height.

"So, you wish to see Homana's prince take an unexpected
bath," he said menacingly, but she saw the amusement in his
eyes.

"No, my lord," she responded promptly, very solemn and
proper. Then she grinned again-

He sighed and dismissed the topic with an idle wave of his
hand. A ruby signet ring flashed on the forefinger of his right
hand, reminding her of his rank and the enormity of his presence
before her.

By the gods, she whispered within her mind, he is prince of
this land and comes to see me!

The prince stared down at her quizzically, one tawny eyebrow
raised. "What have you been doing—harvesting all the flowers?
You are fair covered with them."

Hurriedly she brushed her skirts free of clinging stems and
blossoms and began to pick them from her braid. Before she
could strip them away entirely he swung down from the horse
and caught her hands, kneeling.

"I did not say you presented an unattractive sight, Alix." He
grinned- "More like a wood nymph, I would say."

She tried to draw her hands from his large weapon-callused
ones. "My lord . . ."

"Carillon," he said firmly. "There are no titles between us.
Before you I am as any other man."

But you are not . . . she thought dimly, forcing a smile even
as she let her hands stay trapped. After a moment he released
one and lifted her to her feet. He led her along the creek,
purposely matching his steps to hers. She was tall for a woman,
but he was taller still than most men and twice as broad, for all
his eighteen years. Carillon of Homana, even did he ever put on
the garments of a common crofter, was a prince to the bone.

"Why did you think I would not come?" he asked. "I have
ever done it before, when I said I would."

Alix watched her bare toes as she walked, not wishing to meet
his steady blue eyes. But she was honest before all else, and
gave him a blunt answer.

"I am only a crofter's daughter, and you heir to Shaine the
Mujhar. Why should you come?"

"I said I would, i do not lie."

She shrugged a shoulder. "Men say many tilings they do not
mean. It does not have to be a lie. I am, after all, not the sort of
woman a prince converses with ordinarily."

"You put me at ease, Alix. There is a way about you I find
comforting."

She slanted him a bright, amused glance. "Men are not
always seeking comfort, my lord. At least, not in conversation."

Carillon laughed at her, clasping her hand more tightly. "You
do not mouth idle words with me, do you? Well, I would not
have it another way. That is part of the reason I seek you out."

Alix stopped, which forced him to. Her chin lifted and she
met his eyes squarely. "And what is the other part, my lord
prince of Homana?"

She saw the brief conflict in his face, following each emotion
as it passed across his boyish features. Carillon, even at eighteen,
was an open sort, but she was more perceptive than most.

Yet Carillon did not react as she expected, and inwardly
dreaded. Instead of embarrassment or condescension or arrogant
male pride, there was only laughter in his face. His hands rested
on her shoulders-

"Alix, if I wanted to take you as my light woman and give
you chambers within Homana-Mujhar, I would seek a better way
of telling you. For all that, first I would ask you." He smiled
into her widening eyes. "Do not think I am indifferent to you;

you are woman enough for me. But I come to you because I can
speak with you freely, and not worry that I have said the wrong
thing to the wrong ears; hearing it later from the wrong mouth.
You are different, Alix-"

She swallowed heavily, suddenly hurt. "Aye," she agreed
hollowly. "I am an unschooled crofter's daughter with no fine
conversation. I am very unlike the sleek court ladies you are
accustomed to."

"The gods have made a place for every man and woman on
this earth, Alix. Do not chafe at yours."

She scowled at him. "It is easy for a man of your rank to say
such a thing, my lord. But what of the poor who live in Mujhara's
streets, and the tenant crofters who must live on the questionable
bounty of their lords? For all that, what sort of place has Shaine
left to the Cheysuli?"

His hands tightened on her shoulders. "Do not speak to me of
shapechangers. They are demons. My uncle's purge will rid
Homana of their dark sorcery."

"How do you know they are demons?" she demanded, ar-
guing out of fairness rather than conviction. "How can you say
when you have never met one?"

Carillon's face went hard and cold before her; aloof. Suddenly
she longed for the even-tempered young man she had known and
loved but a few weeks.

"Carillon—" she began,

"No," he said flatly, removing his hands to stand stiffly
before her. "I have no need to see demons to know they exist.
The breed is accursed, Alix; outlawed in this land."

"By your uncle's doing!"

"Aye!" he snapped. "Punishment for a transgression which
required harsh measures. By the gods, girl, it was a Cheysuli
who stole a king's daughter—my own cousin—and brought civil
war to this land!"

"Hale did not steal Lindir!" Atix cried. "She went willingly!"

He recoiled from her, though he did not move. Suddenly
before her was an angry young man who was more prince than
anything else, and therefore entitled to a short temper.

"You freely admit you are an unschooled crofter's daughter,"
he began coldly, "yet you seek to lesson me in my House*s
history. What right do you have? Who has said such things to
you?"

Her hands curled into fists. "My father was arms-master to
Shaine the Mujhar for thirty years, my lord, before he became a
crofter. He lived within the walls oLHomana-Mujhar and spoke
often with me Mujhar. He was there when Lindir went away
with the Cheysuli she loved, and he was there when Shaine
called curses on the race and outlawed them. He was there when
the Mujhar started this war!"

Muscles moved beneath the flesh of his jaw. "He speaks
treason."

"He speaks the truth!" Alix whirled from him and stalked
through the grass, stopping only to remove a thom from her bare
foot. Her slippers, she recalled glumly, were back where they
had begun this discussion.

"Alix—" he said.

"By the gods. Carillon, it was the Cheysuli who settled this
land!" she said crossly. "Do you think they seek this—purge? It
is Shaine's doing, not theirs."

"With just cause."

Alix sighed and set down her foot. They stared at one another
silently a long moment, both recognizing they jeopardized the
tenuous friendship they had built. She waited for his curt dismissal.

Carillon's hand idly smoothed the hilt of the sword at his belt,

caressing the glowing cabochon ruby set in gold. He was silent,
thoughtful, not the blustering or coldly arrogant prince she
anticipated.

Finally he sighed- "Girl, for all your father had my uncle's
ear, he was not privy to all things. He could not know everything
about the beginnings of the war. Nor, for that matter, can I. I am
but newly made heir, and Shaine treats me as little more than a
child. If you will listen, I will tell you what I know of the
matter."

She opened her mouth to reply, but a third voice broke into
their conversation.

"No, princeling. Let someone who has experienced Shaine's
purge tell her what he knows of the matter."

Alix jerked around and saw the man at me edges of the forest;

leather-clad in jerkin and leggings, black-haired and dark-skinned.
For a moment she stared speechlessly at him, astonished, then
her eyes widened as she saw the heavy gold bands on his bare
arms and the gray wolf at his side.

"Carillon!" she cried, backing away from the man. She heard
the hissing of Carillon's sword as he drew it from its sheath, but
saw only the streaking gray form of me wolf as it hurtled silently
across the space between them. The animal's jaws closed on
Carillon's wrist.

Alix turned to run but the stranger caught her easily. Hands
grasped her shoulders and spun her, she stared wide-eyed into a
laughing face with yellow eyes.

Beast-eyes! she cried silently.

"Come now, mei jha, do not struggle so," her captor said,
grinning. A gold ornament gleamed in his left ear, flashing
against black hair and bronzed skin. Alix was conscious of his
soft sleeveless leather jerkin and bare arms as he held her against
him. "You championed my race but a moment ago, mei jha.
Surety you do not lose your principles so quickly."

She froze in his hands, staring into his angular, high-planed
face. "You are Cheysuli!"

"Aye," he agreed. "Finn. When I heard you defending my
race to the heir of the man who nearly destroyed us, I could not
bear to let the princeling force your beliefs against us. Too many
will not hear the truth." He grinned at her. "I will tell you what
truly happened, mei jha, and why Shaine has called us accursed
and outlawed."

"Shapechanger! Demon!" Carillon called furiously.

Alix twisted so she could see him, afraid he had been badly
injured, but she saw only an angry young man on me ground,
hitched up on one elbow as he cradled his wrist against his chest.

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The wolf, a big silver male, sat at his side. There was no
question in Alix's mind the animal stood guard.

The Cheysuli*s hands tightened on Alix and she winced. "I
am no demon, princeling. Only a man, like yourself, though
admittedly the gods like us better. If you would have us called
demon-spawn and consign us to the netherworld, you had best
look to the Mujhar first. He cried qu'mahlin on us, not the other
way." The contempt in his voice sent a shiver through Alix.
"And you make me think you wish to be his heir, princeling, in
all things.'*

Color raced through Carillon's face and he moved as if to rise.
The wolf tautened silently, amber eyes slitting, and after a
moment the prince remained where he was. Alix saw pain and
frustration in his face.

"Let me go to him," she said.

"To the princeling?" The Cheysuli laughed. "Are you his
mei jha, men? Well, and I had thought to make you mine."

She stiffened. "I am no man's light woman, if that is what
your barbaric word means."

"It is the Old Tongue, mei jha; a gift of the old gods. Once it
was the only tongue in this land." His breath warmed her ear. "I
will teach it to you.''

"Let me go!"

"I have only just got you. I do not intend to let you go so
quickly."

"Release her," Carillon ordered Jtatly.

Finn laughed joyously. "The princeling orders me.' But now
the Cheysuli no longer recognize the Mujhar's laws, my young
lord, or his wishes. Shaine effectively severed our hereditary
obedience to the Mujhar and his blood when he declared qu'mahlin
on our race." The laughter died. "Perhaps we can return the
favor, now we have his heir at hand."

"You have me, then," Carillon growled. "Release Alix."

The Cheysuli laughed again. "But it was the woman I came
for, princeling. I have only got you in the bargain. And I do not
intend to lose either of you." His hand slid across Alix's breast
idly. "You both will be guests in a Cheysuli raiding camp this
night."

"My father . . ." Alix whispered.

"Your father will come looking for you, mei jha, and when he
does not find you he will assume the beasts of the forest got
you."

"And he will have the right of it!" she snapped. His hand
cupped her jaw and lifted it. "Already you join your princeling

€' in cursing us.

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"Aye!" she agreed. "When you behave like a beast there is
little else I can do!"

The hand tightened until it nearly crushed her jaw. "Who is to
blame for that, meijhaT1 He turned her head until she was forced
to look at Carillon. "You see before you the heir to the man who
drove us from our homeland, making outlaws of warriors, deny-
ing us our rights. Is not Shaine the Mujhar a maker of beasts,
then. if you would call us that?"

"He is your liege lord!" Carillon hissed through gritted teeth.

"No," Finn said coldly. "He is not. Shaine of Homana is my
persecutor, not my liege lord."

"He persecutes with reason!"

"What reason?"

Carillon's eyes narrowed. "A Cheysuli warrior—liege man to
my uncle the Mujhar—stole away a king's daughter." He smiled
coldly, as angry as the Cheysuli. "That practice, it seems, is still
alive among your race. Even now you steal another."

Finn matched Carillon's smile. "Perhaps, princeling, but she
is not a king's daughter. Only her father will miss her, and her
mother, and that will pass in time."

"My mother is dead," Alix said, then regretted speaking at
all. She took a careful breath. "If I go with you, willingly, will
you free Carillon?"

Finn laughed softly. "No, mei jha, I will not. He is the
weapon the Cheysuli have needed these twenty-five years of the
qu'mahlin, for all he was bom after it began. We will use him."

Alix's eyes met Carillon's, and they realized the futility of
then- arguments. Neither spoke.

"Come," said Finn. "I have men and horses waiting in the
forest. It is time we left this place."

Carillon got carefully to his feet, cradling the injured wrist. He
stood stiffly, taller man me black-haired warrior, but somehow
diminished before the fierce pride of the man.

"Your sword, princeling," Finn said quietly. "Take up your
sword and return it to its sheath."

"I would sooner sheathe it in your flesh."

"Aye," Finn agreed. "If you did not, you would not be much
of a man." Alix felt an odd tension in his body. "Take up the
sword. Carillon of Homana. It is yours, for all that."

Carillon, warily eyeing the wolf, bent and retrieved the
blade. The ruby glinted as he slid the sword home awkwardly
with his left hand.

Finn stared at the weapon and smiled oddly. "Hate's blade."

Carillon scowled at him. "My uncle gifted me with this sword
last year. It was his before that. What do you say?"

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When the Cheysuli did not answer immediately Alix looked
sharply at him. She was startled to find bleakness in his yellow
beast-eyes,

"Long before it was a Mujhar's blade it was a Cheysuli's.
Hale made that sword, princeling, and gifted it to his liege lord,
the man he had sworn a blood-oath of service to." He sighed,
"And the prophecy of the Firstborn says it will one day be back
in the hands of a Cheysuli Mujhar.''

"You lie!"

Finn grinned mockingly. "/ may lie, on occasion, but the
prophecy does not. Come, my lord, allow my fir to escort you to
your horse. Come."

Carillon, aware of the wolf's silent menace, went. Alix had no
choice but to follow.

Chapter Two

Three other Cheysuli, Alix saw apprehensively, waited silently
in me forest. Carillon's warhorse was with them. She cast a
quick glance at the prince, judging his reaction, and saw his face
was pale. Jaw set so tightly she feared it might break. He seemed
singularly dedicated to keeping himself apart from the Cheysuli
even though he was in their midst.

Finn said something in a lyrical tongue she did not recognize
and one of the warriors came forward with a strange horse for
Carillon. He was being refused his own, and quick color rising
in his face confirmed the insult.

"We know the reputation of Homanan warhorses," Finn said
briefly. "You will not be given a chance to flee us so easily.
Take this one, for now."

Silently Carillon accepted the reins and with careful effort was
able to mount. Finn stored up at him from the ground, then
moved to the prince and without a word tore a long strip of wool
from Carillon's green cloak. He tossed it at him.

"Bind your wound, princeling, I will not lose you to death so
easily."

Carillon took up the strip and did as told. He smiled grimly
down at the yellow-eyed warrior. "When I am given the time,
shapechanger, I will see the color of your blood."

Finn laughed and aimed away. He grinned at Alix. "Well,

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mei jha, we lack a horse for you. But mine will serve. I will
enjoy the feel of you against my back."

Alix, both furious and frightened, only glared at him. His dark
face twisted in an ironic smile and he took the reins of his own
horse from another warrior. He gestured toward the odd gear on
the animal's back. It did not quite resemble a Homanan saddle,
with its large saddletree and cantle designed to hold in a fighting
man, but served an identical purpose. Alix hesitated, then placed
her bare foot in me leather stirrup and hoisted herself into the
saddle. Before she could say anything to prevent him, Finn
vaulted onto the horse's rump behind her. She felt his arms come
around her waist to take up the reins.

"You see, mei jha7 You can hardly avoid me."

She did her best. The ride was long and she was wearied from
riding stiffly upright before him when at last Finn halted the
horse. She stared in surprise at the encampment before her, for it
was well hidden in the thick, shadowed forests.

Woven tents of greens, browns, grays and slates huddled in
the twilight, nearly indistinguishable from the trees and under-
brush of the forest and the tumbled piles of mountain boulders.
Small fires glowed flickeringly across the narrow clearing.

Alix straightened as Finn reined in the horse. She turned
quickly to search for Carillon, lost among the black-haired,
yellow-eyed Cheysuli warriors, but Finn prevented her. His left
arm came around her waist snugly, possessive as he leaned
forward, pressing against her rigid back.

"Your princeling will recover, mei jha. He is in some pain
now, but it will pass." His voice dropped to a provocative
whisper. "Or I will make it."

She ignored him, sensing a slow, defiant—and somehow
frightening—rage building within her. "Why did you set your
wolf on him?"

"He drew Hale's sword, mei jha. Doubtless he knows how to
use it, even against a Cheysuli." He laughed softly. "Perhaps
especially against a Cheysuli. But we are too few as it is. My
death would not serve."

"You set a beast on him!"

"Storr is no beast. He is my ;ir. And he only did it to keep
Carillon from getting himself slain, for I would have taken his
life to keep my own."

She glanced at the wolf waiting so silently and patiently by the
horse. "Your—lir'! What do you say?"

"That wolf is my lir. It is a Cheysuli thing, which you could
not possibly understand. There is no Homanan word for our

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bond." He shrugged against her. "Storr is a part of me, and I
him."

"Shapechanger . . ." she whispered involuntarily.

"Cheysuli," he whispered back,

"Is any wolf this—fir?"

"No. I am bonded with Storr only, and he was chosen by the
old gods to be my lir. They are born knowing it. Each warrior
has only one, but it can be any creature." He picked a leaf from
Alix's hair, even as she stiffened- "It is too new for you to
understand, mei jha. Do not try."

She felt him slide from behind and a moment later he pulled
her from the horse. Alix stifled a blurt of surprise and felt each
sinew tightea as his hand crept around her neck.

"You may release me," she said quickly. "I can hardly run
from a wolf."

His hand slid from her. She felt her braid lifted from her neck
and his lips upon her nape. "Then you are learning already,
mei jha.1'

Before she could protest he turned her face to his and bent her
head back as his mouth came dowa on hers. Alix struggled
against him with no effect except to feel herself held more
securely. He was far too strong for her, stronger than she had
ever imagined a man could be.

You should not, lir, said a quiet voice in Alix's mind.

She stiffened in fear, wondering how Finn spoke without saying
anything. Then she was pushed from him unexpectedly as he
moved back a single step. She saw he had not spoken, sUently or
aloud, but whatever had formed the words had greatly upset him.
His eyes, watching her warily, were slitted. Slowly he looked at
the wolf.

"Storr . . ." he said softly, in amazement.

You should not, said the tone again.

Finn swung back to her, suddenly angry. "Who are you?"

"What?"

His hand clasped her braid and tugged sharply, jerking at her
scalp. "What manner of woman are you, to draw Stores concern?"

The wolf? she wondered blankly.

Finn peered closely at her, fingers painfully closing on her jaw
until she had no choice but to look directly into his shadowed
face. The gold earring, wolf-shaped, gleamed.

"You are dark enough for one of us, but you have not the
eyes," he muttered. "Brown, like half of Homana, Yet why else
would Storr protest my pleasure? It is not for the lir to do."

"I am none of yours!" she hissed, profoundly shaken. "I am

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daughter to Torrin of Homana. Do not curse me by naming me
Cheysuli, shapechanger!"

His hand tightened and she cried out. Faintly she heard Carillon's
worried tone carry across the way. "Alix!"

Finn released her so curtly she stumbled back. "Go to your
princeling, meijha. Tend his wound like a proper light woman."

She opened her mouth to protest his unseemly words, then bit
them back and whirled, hastening to Carillon- He stood by his
Cheysuli mount, unsteady, cradling his bound wrist against his
chest. His face, even in the shadows, was drawn with pain-

"Did he harm you?" he asked harshly.

Alix shook her head, recalling the anger in Finn's hand upon
her chin. "No, I am well enough. But what of you?*'

He half-shrugged. "It is my sword arm. Without it I am not
much of a prince, nor even a man- Otherwise I would not speak
of it."

She smiled and touched his uninjured arm gently. "We have
nowhere else to go, my lord. Let us move into the firelight where I
can see to your wrist."

Finn came to them silently and gestured toward a green tent
not far from where they stood. Mutely Alix followed the Cheysuli
leader, keeping one hand on Carillon's arm. That he had said
anything at all about his wound worried her, for it indicated the
wolf bite was worse than she suspected.

Finn watched them kneel down on a blue woven rug before his
tent and then disappeared within, ignoring them. Alix cast a
. quick glance around me small encampment, seeking a way out,
but there were too many warriors. And Carillon's face was
already fever-flushed and warm when she set her hand against it.

"We go nowhere, yet," she said softly.

"We must," he answered, carefully unwrapping his injured
wrist. The flesh was scored with teeth marks. The bleeding had
stopped, but the wound was open and seeping.

"We have no choice," Alix whispered. "Perhaps in the
morning, when you are better."

Light from me small fire Caim built before me tent flickered
over his jaw. She saw me stubborn set to the prominent bones.
"Alix, I will not remain in a shapechanger camp. They are
demons."

"They are also our captors," she agreed wryly. "Do you
think to escape mem so easily? You could hardly get half a
league with this wolf-wound."

"You could. You could reach your father's croft. He could
ride to Mujhara for help."

"Alone . . ." she whispered. "And so far . - ."

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He rubbed his unwounded forearm across his brow. "I do not
wish to send you into the darkness alone, no matter how far the
distance is. But I have no choice, Alix. I would go myself,
willingly, as I think you know." He lifted his bloody arm. "I do
recognize my own limitations." His smile came swiftly, and left
as quickly. "I have faith in you, my girl, more so than in any
man who might be with me in this-''

Pain squeezed her heart so that it nearly burst. In the brief
weeks she had known him he had become everything to her, a
hero she could worship from the depths of her romantic soul and
a man she could dream of in the long nights. To have him look
at her so warmly and with such trust nearly undid her convictions
about not allowing him to see her vulnerability.

"Carillon ..."

"You must," he said gently. "We cannot remain here. My
uncle, when he leams of this, will send mounted troops immedi-
ately to destroy this nest of demons. Alix, you must go."

"Go where?" demanded Finn from the tent's doorflap.

Alix twitched in surprise at his stealth, but Carillon glared at
the Cheysuli. Somehow Finn seemed more substantial, a thing of
the darkness, illuminated by me firelight dancing off the gold on
his arms and in his ear. Alix forced herself to look away from his
yellow eyes and stared instead at the earring half-hidden in thick
black hair. It, tike the armbands he wore above the elbows, bore
a skillful figure of a wolf.

For his lir . . . she realized blankly, and wondered anew at
the strangeness of his race.

The Cheysuli smiled mockingly and moved to stand over
them. His steps were perfectly silent and hardly left a mark in
the dirt.

He is like the shadows themselves . . .

"My prince," he said vibrantly, "you must doubtless believe
this insubstantial girl could make her way through a hostile
forest without aid of any sort. Were she Cheysuli, she could, for
we are creatures of the forests instead of cities, but she is not.
And I have gone to far too much trouble to lose either of you so
quickly."

"You have no right to keep us, shapechanger," Carillon said.

"We have every right, princeling! Your uncle has done what
he could to slay every Cheysuli in Homana—a land we made! He
has come closer than even he knows, for it is true out numbers
are sadly reduced. From thousands we are hundreds. But it has
been fortunate, lately, that Shaine is more concerned with the
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must steep himself in battle plans again, and forget us for a
time."

"So," Carillon said on a sighing breath, "you will ransom me
back to the Mujhar?"

Finn stroked his smooth jaw, considering, grinning at them
both, "That is not for me to say. It is a Cheysuli Clan Council
decision. But 1 will let you know how we view your disposition."

Alix straightened. "And what of me?"

He stared sightlessly at her a long moment. Then he dropped
to one knee and lifted her braid against his lips in a seductive
manner. "You, meijha, will remain with us- The CheysuU place
much value on a woman, for we have need of them to breed
more of us." He ignored her gasp of shock and outrage. "Unlike
the Homanans, who may keep a woman for only a night, we
keep her forever."

Alix. recoiled from him, jerking her braid free of his hand.
Fear drove into her chest so quickly she could hardly breathe,
and she felt a trembling begin in her bones.

He could do this, she realized. He could. He is a demon . . .

"Let me go," she pleaded. "Do not keep me with you."

His black brows lifted. "Do you sicken of my company so
soon, meijha'? YOU will injure me with such words."

"Alix is none of yours," Carillon said coldly. "If you seek to
ransom me, you will do the same for her. And if her father
cannot meet your price, the Mujhar will pay it from his own
coffers."

Finn did not bother to look at Carillon. He stared penetratingly
at Alix. "She is a prize of war, princeling. My own personal war
against the Mujhar. And I would never take gold from a man
who could order his men to slay an entire race."

"I am no prize!" Alix cried. "I am a woman! Not a broodmare
to be judged by her ability to bear young or bring gold- You will
not treat me so!"

Finn caught one of her hands and held it, browned fingers
encircling her wrist gently- She tried to pull away, but he exerted
just enough force to keep her hand imprisoned.

"I treat you how I choose," he told her. "But I would have
you know mei jhcis are honored among the Cheysuli. That a
woman has no cheysul—husband—and yet takes a man as mate
does not make her a whore. Tell me, is that not a better life than
the light women of Mujhara receive?"

Her hand jerked in his grasp. "Let me go!"

"You are not the first woman won in such a fashion," he said
solemnly, "and doubtless you will not be the last. But for now,
you are mine to do with as I will."

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Carillon reached out to grab Finn's arm, cursing him angrily,
but the pain of his wrist prevented him. His face went horribly
white and he stopped moving instantly, cradling the wounded
arm. His breath hissed between his teeth.

Finn released Alix. "If you will allow it, I will heal the
wound."

"Heal!"

"Aye," the Cheysuli said quietly. "It is a gift of the old gods.
We have healing arts at our beck."

Alix rubbed at the place he had held on her arm. "What do
you say, shapechanger?"

"Cheysuli," he corrected. "I can summon the earth magic."

"Sorcery!" Carillon exclaimed.

Finn shrugged. "Aye, but it is a gift, for all that. And used
only for good."

"I will not suffer your touch."

Finn moved and caught Carillon's wounded arm in a firm
grasp. The prince winced away, prepared to make a furious
protest, but said nothing as astonishment crept across his face.

"Carillon?" Alix whispered.

"The pain ..." he said dazedly.

"The earth magic eases pain," Finn said matter-of-factly,
kneeling before me pale prince. "But it can also do much
more."

Alix stared open-mouthed as me Cheysuli held the lacerated
arm. His yellow eyes had gone oddly piercing, yet detached, and
she realized her escape lay open before her- He had somehow
gone beyond them both.

She moved as if to go, coiling her legs to push herself upright,
but the expression on Carillon's face prevented her. She saw
amazement, confusion and revulsion, and the beginnings of a
protest. But she also saw acknowledgment of the truth in Finn's
words, and before she could voice a question, afraid of the
sorcery the shapechanger used. Finn released Carillon's wrist.

"It is done, princeling. It will heal cleanly, painlessly, though
you will have scars to show for your foolishness."

"Foolishness!" Carillon exclaimed.

Finn smiled grimly "It is ever foolishness for a man to
threaten a Cheysuli before his h'r." Finn nodded his head at the
silver wolf who lay silently by the tent. "Storr will let no man
harm me, even at the cost of his own life." He frowned suddenly,
eyes somber. "Though that has its price."

"Then one day I will slay you both," Carillon said clearly.

Alix felt the sudden flare of tension between the two, though

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she could not put name to it. And when Finn smiled ironically
she felt chilled, recoiling from his twisted mouth.

"You may try, princeling, but I do not think you will accom-
plish it. We are meant for something other than death at one
another's hands, we two."

"What do you say?" Alix demanded.

He glanced at her. "You do not know the prophecy of the
Firstborn, meijha. When you have learned it, you wilt have your
answers." He rose in a fluid motion that put her in mind of a
supple mountain cat. "And it will give you more questions."

"What prophecy?" she asked.

"The one which gives the Cheysuli purpose." He stretched
out his right hand in a palm-up, spread-fingered gesture. ' 'You
will understand what this is another time. For now, I must see
my rujholli. You may sleep here or within my tent; it is all one
to me. Storr will keep himself by you while I am gone."

He turned and walked away silently, fading into the shadows.
lost to sight instantly. Alix shivered as the wolf rose and came to
the blue blanket. He lay down near them, watching them with an
odd equanimity in his amber eyes.

Alix recalled Finn's odd words earlier; his strange reaction to
the gentle tone she had heard in her mind. Carefully, apprehen-
sively, she formed her own.

Wolf? she asked. Do you speak?

Nothing echoed in her head. The wolf, called lir. did not seem
so fierce now as he rested his jaws on his paws, pink tongue
lolling idly. But the intelligence in his feral eyes. so unlike a
man's, could not be ignored.

Lir? she questioned.

/ am called Stwr, he said briefly.

Alix jerked and recoiled on the blanket, fighting down nausea.
She stared at the animal, horrified, but he had not moved.
Something like a smile gleamed in his eyes.

Do not be afraid of me. There is no need. Not/or you.

"By the gods . . ." she whispered.

Carillon looked at her. "Alix?"

She could not take her eyes from the wolf to look at Carillon.
A shiver of fear ran through her as she considered the madness
of her discovery. It was not possible.

"Alix," he said again.

Finally she looked at Kirn. His face was pale, puzzled; fatigue
dulled his blue eyes. But even were he alert and well, she could
not tell him she heard the wolf speak. He would never believe
her, and she was not certain she did.

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"I am only confused," she said softly, mostly to herself.
"Confused."

He shifted the arm into a more comfortable position, running a
tentative finger over the puffy teeth marks left by the wolf. But
even she could see it had the look of healing to it.

"You must leave," he said.

She stared at him. "You still wish me to go, even after what
the shapechanger said?"

Carillon stalled. "He sought only to frighten you."

"The wolf . . ."

"The shapechanger will not leave him with us forever. When
you have the chance, you must go."

She watched Carillon ease himself down on the blue blanket,
stretching out long legs booted to the thighs and wrapping the
green cloak over his arm.

"Carillon . . ."

"Aye, Alix?" he asked on a weary sigh.

She bit at her lip, ashamed of her hesitation. "I will go- When
I have the chance."

He smiled faintly and fell into an exhausted slumber. Alix
looked at him sadly.

What is it about an ill or injured man that turns a woman into
an acquiescent fool? she wondered. Why is it I am suddenly
willing to do anything for him? She sighed and picked at me
wrinkles in her gown. But he would go himself, were he well
enough, so 1 will do as he asks.

She looked curiously at the wolf, wondering if he could hear
her thoughts. But me animal only watched her idly, as if he had
nothing better to do.

Perhaps he does not, she decided and drew up her knees to
stare sightlessly into the flames.

Chapter Three

The fire had died to glowing coals when she felt an odd touch in
her mind, almost like a probing, tt was feather-light and very
gentle, but terrifying. Alix jerked her head off her knees and
stared around wide-eyed, afraid it was some form of Cheysuli
torture.                                                 •
Nothing was there. The camp was oddly empty, for, like Finn,

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each warrior had gone to a single slate-colored tent at the far end
of the small encampment.

Alix looked at the wolf and found his amber eyes fastened on
her. "No," she whispered.

The faint touch faded from her mind. Alix put a trembling
hand to her ear. "You cannot speak to me. I cannot hear you."

You hear, said the warm tone.

"What do you do to me?" she demanded violently, struggling
to keep her voice down so as not to waken Carillon.

/ seek, he answered.

She closed her eyes but was still intensely aware of his gaze.
"I am gone mad," she whispered.

No, said the tone. You are only weary, and frightened, and
very much alone. But there is no need.

"You said you sought something, wolf." Alix took a trembling
breath, giving in to her madness for the moment. "What do you
seek in me?"

Storr lifted his head from his paws. / cannot say.

His clear gaze made her uneasy. Carillon slept soundly, lines
of pain washed from his face, and she wished he could give her
the words she needed to banish this strangeness from her mind-
She wished also she could lose herself in such soothing sleep,
but every fiber in her body was stretched taut with apprehension
and a longing to run away.

Wolf? she asked silently.

He said nothing. After a moment he rose and shook himself,
rippling his silver coat. He sent her an oddly intent glance, then
padded away into the darkness, as deliberate as any dog among
his people.

Alix stared after him. A quick glance told her no one was
near; she saw no other animals. She looked longingly at Carillon^
unmoving form a moment, wanting to smooth the hair from his
hot brow, but she kept herself from it. Such intimacy, if it ever
occurred, would have to begin with him. She was too far from
his rank to initiate anything.

She released a rushing breath, trying to control the raggedness
of it, and got to her feet. She shook her skirts free of folds.
curling her bare toes away from the cool ground. Her feet were
cold, bruised, but she could waste no time regretting her lost

slippers.

Silently Alix slipped into the darkness of the encampment.
She was no shadow-wraith like the Cheysuli, but she was forest-
raised and could move with little noise. Carefully she eased past
the last tent and entered the clustered trees.

Needles and twigs snapped beneath her feet, digging painfully

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into her flesh. Alix bit her lip against the sharp, nagging pain
and went on, ignoring the fear in her soul, A shiver coursed
down her body as she moved through the silent forest. She
longed for the warmth and safety of her father's croft and the hot
spiced cider he brewed.

It is for Carillon, she whispered silently. For him. Because
a prince has asked me. Irrationally she nearly laughed aloud. But
he does not have to be a prince to bid me serve him. I would do
it willingly.

She grasped a tree and felt the rough bark bite into her palms
as she dug fingernails into it. Her forehead rested against the tree
as she smiled, inwardly laughing at her conflicting emotions.
Fear was still the primary element in her soul, but so was her
wish to do as Carillon asked. She was fair caught in the trap mat
bound so many women.

A twig snapped. Alix jerked her head up and stared into the
trees, suddenly so badly frightened she lost all track of other
emotions. Her fingers clutched spasmodically at the bark and she
sucked in a ragged breath.

The wolf stood in the shadows, little more than a faint outline
against the darkness beyond. For a moment she felt fear slip
away, for somehow Storr did not threaten her; men she realized
it was not Storr. This one was larger, ruddy instead of silver. Its
yellow eyes held a gleam of invitation.

The fear came back. Alix pressed her body against the tree,
seeking its protection. A broken bough" jabbed into her thigh but
she ignored it, wishing only she could somehow scale the tree
into branches far above the ground.

The wolf moved slowly forward into a small clearing. Moon-
light set its rich red pelt to glowing, pinpointing yellow eyes into
an eerie intelligence. Teeth gleamed, and Alix saw its taunting
smile.

The wolf began to change.

Cold, primitive fear crawled through her mind. The form
before her eyes altered, subtly blurring outline and color into a
shapeless void. And then Finn stood before her.

"I said you would not win free of us," he told her calmly.
"Meijha, you must stay."

Alix shivered. Finn was whole again, a man, with yellow eyes
glinting in high good humor and heavy gold bands gleaming
faintly against folded bare arms.

She gripped the tree. "You . . ."

He spread his hands slowly, unaggressively. "Do you ques-
tion what you have seen, meijhaT' His smite was mocking. "Do
not. Your eyes have not deceived you."

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Alix felt nausea roil her stomach and send bile into her throat.
She choked it back down. "You were a wolf."

"Aye," he agreed, unoffended by her horror. "The old gods
gifted us with the ability to take fir-shape, once property bonded
with an animal. We can assume a like shape at will." He
sounded very serious, incongruous in him. "It is something we
honor the gods for."

"Shapechanger!"

Finn's mouth twisted wryly. "Aye, that is the Homanan name
for us, when they do not call us demons. But we are not
sorcerers, mei jha; we are not servants of the dark gods. We
leave that to the Ihtini." He shrugged. "We are merely men . . .
with a god-gift in the blood."

Alix could not deal with it; with him. She stared fixedly at
him a moment, still stunned by the enormity of what she had
seen. Then she scraped herself around the tree and ran.

Underbrush tore at her gown and welted skin already prickling
with fright as she raced through the trees. A limb slashed across
her face. Alix ignored it all in her panicked flight, seeking only
to escape the man, the demon, who was everything Carillon had

said.

She could hear no pursuit over the noise of her own flight, but
it served only to increase her fear. A shapechanger would hardly
make noise as he stalked his prey.

Alix stumbled over a tog and fell across it, stomach driven
against her spine. Breath left her in a whooping rush but she
tried to lift herself frantically. Pinpricks of light flashed before
her eyes as she struggled to her feet, lungs sucking at air she
could not find.

She was driven down again by a hard body from behind.

Alix lay half-stunned, still out of breath. Her face burned from
a bleeding welt on her cheek. She lay pressed against the cool
ground, sobbing, as she tried to regain her breath, and helpless
m his arms.

Her body was lifted from the forest floor and turned over. She
lay very still as he set her on her back, unable to close her eyes
as he knelt over her. Faint light filtered through the trees. His
earring winked coldly.

"Have I not already said escape is impossible?" he asked. "I
am Cheysuli."

Her chest hurt, but air was beginning to creep into it again.
Alix swallowed painfully. "Please ... let me go."

"I have said before how much trouble I have gone to get you,
and to keep you. At least let me have some repayment for it."

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His fingers touched the cut on her face and she winced. "You
did not need to run from me, mei jha."

She shivered. This man becomes a wolf at will. She looked at
his hands for signs of the wolf-mark. Finn grinned at her with a
man's teeth in a wolfish leer.

"When I wear a man's shape, mei jha, I am all man. Shall I
prove it to you?"

Alix stiffened as he leaned closer, hands spread across the
ground on either side of her shoulders. If she pushed upward it
would be to place herself directly in his arms, and he knew it.

"No!" she cried as he leaned closer.

His eyes, oddly feral, looked directly into hers. "I have
watched you for some time, mei jha. It was a simple raiding
mission we came on days ago, to replenish our Keep. But I
found prey of a different sort.''

She closed her eyes. "Please . . ."

His knees were on either side of her thighs, holding her
prisoner. He bent over her until his lips were nearly touching her
face.

"Shaine's soldiers have slain nearly all of us, mei jha, and
they have not spared our women. What is a proud race to do
when it sees its own demise? We must get more of us on the
women we have, and take others where we can, even if they be
unwilling.*'

Her mind flinched from his words, denying them even as she
heard the ring of truth in his voice. The Mujhar's purge had
begun twenty-five years before. She had grown up knowing the
Cheysuli must die, for all she believed the Mujhar's actions
unfair in the wake of what her father had said. But now she was
faced with a shapechanger who spoke of force, and she was
more than willing to forsake her principles to win free of him.

Her fingers on his arm were no more than a feather touch,
instinctively seductive. She saw sudden wariness in his eyes and
the intensity in his body poised over her.

"Must you make the tales of your savagery and bestial appe-
tites true?" she whispered. "Must you so readily prove to me
you are no better than the demon-spawn others name you?"

Finn scowled at her. "Soft words will not gainsay me, mei jha."

Her fingers tightened. "Please ... let me go free."

He smelled of leather and gold and demand. "Mei jha," he
said roughly, "I cannot ..."

She opened her mouth to cry out as he pressed a knee between
her thighs. But before she could make a sound the familiar tone
she associated with Storr came quietly into their minds.

Lir, you should not.

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It drove Finn from Alix. He shoved her harshly against the
ground as she hitched up on one arm, cursing violently beneath
his breath, and she winced against the force of his hand against
her shoulder. He knelt by her, stiff with tension, and she saw he
looked at the wolf.

Storr waited in a thick copse of trees, staring unwaveringly at
Finn. Alix could only bless the wolfs timely appearance and
intervention, for all she could not comprehend it. Slowly she
eased herself onto one elbow.

"Storr!" Finn hissed.

She is not for you.

Finn turned on her, furious. "Who are you?"

She kept her voice steady with effort- "I have said."

He settled one hand around her vulnerable throat. It rested
without pressure, promising only, but she felt the violence in his
body.

"You have said nothing! Who are you?"

"I am a croft-girl! My father is Torrin and my mother was
Leyda. He was arms-master to Shaine the Mujhar before he
turned to the land." She glared at him. "I am his daughter.
Nothing more."

Finn's eyes narrowed. "Anns-master to the Mujhar. When?"

Alix took a weary breath. "I am seventeen. He left the
Mujhar's service a year before I was born, and took a valley girl
to wife- But I cannot say how long he served Shaine. He does
not speak of those days."

"Does he not?" Finn said musingly, taking his hand from her
throat. He sat back on his haunches and frowned thoughtfully,
pushing heavy black hair from his face.

Alix, feeling safe for the moment, sat upright and straightened
her twisted gown. The welt on her face stung, as did the scratches
and bruises on her legs, but she touched none of them. She
would not give him the satisfaction.

Finn stared at her impassively. "Do you know the story of the
qu'mahlinT'

"There are two of them." She covered her legs decorously.

He grinned. "Aye. And I heard you speak of one to the
princeling, even when he would dissuade you of it. Which do
you believe?''

His change in attitude made her wary, but also relieved. No
longer did she fear he would pounce on her like a mountain cat
taking a rabbit. With renewed confidence she told him.

"Shaine's daughter broke the betrothal made between Homana
and Solinde. It would have allied the lands after centuries of

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warfare, but she would have none of Bellam's son, EUic. She
went instead with a Cheysuli."

"Hale," Finn agreed. "Shaine's sworn liege man."

Alix shrugged. "I cannot say. I only overheard my father
speaking of it once, to my mother, when he thought I could not
hear."

"It is true, meijha," he said seriously- "Hale took Lindir with
him into the forests of Homana, but only because she asked him
to, and only because she wanted no marriage with Ellic of
Solinde."

She scowled at him, strangely confident in the face of his new
self. "What was this to do with me?"

"Nothing," he told her bluntly. "It has to do with me, and
why you are here. What I said before is true. The qu'mahlin has
slain most of the warriors and many of the women. As a race we
are nearly destroyed, because of Shaine. And now the daughter
of the Mujhar's former arms-master—who witnessed the very
beginnings of the qu'mahlin—is in my hands." He smiled slowly,
gesturing. She saw again the spread fingers and lifting palm. "It
is tahlmorra, perhaps."

"What do you say?"

"Fate. Destiny. It is a Cheysuli word meaning what is meant
will happen, and cannot be gainsaid, for it is in the hands of the
gods." Finn smiled ironically at her. "It has to do with the
prophecy."

"Prophecy," she muttered in disgust, weary of his attitude
and hinted-at knowledge. She looked at the patient wolf. "What
has Storr to do with me?"

Finn scowled. "I cannot say, but it is something 1 would
learn. Now." He fixed her with a baleful glare. "Why does he
keep me from you?"

She glared back. "That / cannot say, snapechanger, save to
compliment his actions."

He startled her by laughing. Then he got to his feet and
reached for her, pulling her up. She stood stiffly, wary of him,
ignoring the provocative appraising look in his eyes.

Storr yawned. / think she is not as frightened of you as she
would have you believe, Ur.

Finn smiled at the wolf, then looked back at her. His dark
brows rose. "Are you so brave, mei jhaf Do you dissemble
before me?"

Alix slanted a reproving glance at the wolf. "He knows me
not at all, snapechanger. Do not listen to him."

"To my own UrT1 He laughed. "If I forsake Storr, I forsake
my soul. You will learn that, soon enough."

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Storr shook himself and padded into the clearing. Enough, lir;

you do not understand the girl. And she does not understand
what is in her blood.

"My blood?" Alix asked, shaken.

Finn's eyes narrowed as the equanimity left his face. He
turned slowly to her, reaching to close a wide hand on her jaw.
"What do you say?"

She swallowed, suddenly frightened again. She fought back a
shudder at his touch. "The wolf. He said something of my
blood. What does he say?"

The hand tightened until she winced. "My wolf?" he hissed.
"You heard him?"

She closed her eyes. "Aye."

Finn released her. Alix opened her eyes and found him staring
at her speculatively. The gold in his ear glinted as he shoved hair
back from his face. Slowly he smiled.

"Then the story is true."                     v

"Story?"

He folded his arms over his chest and grinned at her. "Your
crofter father did not tell your mother all he knew, or else you
did not hear it.''

"What do you say?"

Finn flicked a glance at Storr. "Do I have the right of it, for?"

Can you not see it for yourself?

The warrior laughed to himself and turned back to her. Play-
fully he caught her braid in one hand and threaded blunt fingers
into the loosened plait.

"You hear Storr, meijha, because you are only half Homanan.
The other half is Cheysuli."

"No!"

He frowned. "But even for all that, it is strange. The women
do not take lir, nor do they converse with them. Yet it only
serves to make me certain who you are."

Alix felt a renewal of fear. "I have said who I am. You speak
lies to me."

He tugged on her braid. "You have much to learn, mei jha.
You have grown up apart from your clan. You are sadly lacking
in the wisdom and customs of the Cheysuli."

"I am HomananV

"Then say to me how it is you can hear my lir when no other
can, save myself."

She opened her mouth to reply angrily but no sound came out.
After a moment she jerked her braid free of him and turned
away, hugging herself for warmth and security. She stiffened as
his hands came down on her shoulders.

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"Mei jha," he said softly, "it is not so bad a fate. We are
children of the Firstborn, who were sired by the old gods. The
Homanans are nothing when you understand the heritage we
claim."

"I am not a shapechanger!"

Fingers dug into her shoulders. "You are Cheysuli. Cheysuli.
Else Storr would not offer you his protection."

"You accept the word of a wolf?" Abruptly Alix clapped
hands over her mouth and spun, staring at him. "What do I say?
What do I hear from my own tongue?" She swallowed heavily.
"He is a wolf. A beast\ And you are demon-sent to make me
believe otherwise!"

"I am not a demon," Finn said, affronted. "Nor is Storr. I
have said what I am, and what he is, and—by all the old
gods!—what you are. Now, come with me."

She wrenched away from his reaching hand. "Do not touch
me!"

Finn glared at her. "Your blood has saved you from my
attentions, meijha, for a time. Do not seek to anger me. or I may
renew them."

Alix stiffened as he took her arm and led her through the trees.
He brought her to a slate-colored tent set in a tumbled circle of
stone. The fire cairn still burned next to a blood-red rug, and she
dragged her eyes from it in time to come face-to-face with a
hawk perching on a staff before the tent. She stumbled back,
gasping.

The bird was large, even with wings folded. He was a myriad
of rich browns and golds, with dark eyes that watched her,
half-lidded. His deadly, curving beak shone in the muted firelight,
and she felt a whisper of awe and appreciation in her mind.

A man who has such a lir is powerful indeed . . .

"Cai," Finn said quietly. "This is my brother's pavilion. He
is clan-leader, and needs to be told who you are."

Wearily Alix rubbed a grimy hand across her brow. "And
what will you tell him, shapechanger?"

"That Hate's daughter has come back to us."

She felt the strength pour out of her limbs. "Hate's . . ."

His eyes were bright and mocking. "What do you think I told
you of Lindir and the Cheysuli she wanted? You are their
daughter."

Alix felt very cold. She hugged herself against his words.
"No."

"You have only to ask my fir."

"A wolf!"

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"The lir are kin to Ihe old gods, mei jha. They know many
things we do not."

"No."

He sighed. "Wait here, rujholia. I wilt speak to Duncan
first."

Anger spurred her out of her immobility. "What do you call
me now, shapechanger?"

"Rujholia?" His smile faded into regret. "It is Cheysuli—the
Old Tongue—for sister." He sighed- "Hale was my father,
also."

Chapter Four

When Finn at last pulled the pavilion doorflap aside and mo-
tioned her inside, AHx went numbly, without protest. She had
considered, briefly, running again, but his words had dulled her
senses. She was incapable of making a decision. She answered
his beckoning hand.

First she saw only the torch in the comer, squinting against its
acrid smoke. Then Alix's eyes fell on the seated man who held a
compact bow in his hands. Transfixed, she stared at his hands;

firm and brown, long-fingered and supple. Slowly he smoothed
fine oil into the dark wood, rubbing it to a gleaming patina of
age and richness. As she stared he put aside the bow and waited.

He was much like Finn, she saw. recognizing characteristic
features of the Cheysuli race. But there was something more in
the bones of his face. Promised strength, calm intelligence and
the same inherent command she saw maturing in Carillon.

He rose smoothly to his feet and she saw he was taller than
Finn; long-boned and less heavy. His face was wide-browed with
a narrow nose. with the same high cheekbones and smooth
planes as Finn's- Like his brother he wore a sleeveless jerkin and
leather leggings, but his gold armbands bore the sweeping image
of a magnificent hawk, lined with odd runes. At his left ear hung
a golden hawk with wings outspread.

AUx straightened under his calm perusal, lifting her chin as
she tried to regain some of her vanished composure. He put out a
hand and turned her head so the torchlight fell on her cheek.

"What has happened to your face?"

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His voice was untroubled, smooth and low. Alix was taken
aback by his question. "A tree limb, shapechanger."

Something glinted in his eyes as she used a purposely rude
tone. For a moment she was very afraid.

This man is more subtle than Finn, she thought apprehensively,
and far less predictable.

He released her chin. "How did a tree limb come to desire the
taste of your skin?''

She slid a look at Finn, who remained exceedingly silent. But
the other man saw the exchange and laughed softly, surprising
her. It also drew quick resentment from her.

"Do you propose to force me, shapechanger, as your brother
intended?"

He studied her solemnly. "I force no woman. Did Finn?"

Alix gritted her teeth. "He tried. He wished to. The wolf
would not allow it."

"The lir are often much wiser than we," he said significantly.

Alix was shocked as she saw dark color move through Finn's
face. For a moment her perception of him altered through the
eyes of his older brother. Alix saw him as a rash young man
instead of a fierce, threatening warrior. The image surprised her.

"Shapechanger . . ." she began.

"My name is Duncan. Calling me by it will not make you
accursed, giri."

She recoiled from his reprimand and answered glumly, "What
is it you want of me, now I am made prisoner?"

Duncan's lips twitched. "If you are indeed Hale's daughter,
you are no prisoner. You arc of the clan, giri."

"No."

Finn shifted. "Do you see, nyAo? She will not listen."

"Then I will have to convince her."

Alix blanched and drew away from him. He let her get as far
as the doorflap, then smoothly reached out and caught her arm,

"If you will remain with me, I will answer me questions in
your mind. This is new for you. Understanding, I promise, will
come with time."

His hand pulled her steadily away from the doorflap. Alix was
frightened again. "I do not believe what he has said. I am
Homanan. I am not Cheysuli."

"If you will be seated, I will tell you a story," Duncan said
quietly. "I am no shar tahl to give you the birthlines and the
prophecy, but I can tell you much of what you must know." His
eyes flicked to Finn. "Leave her with me. You had best tend to
Carillon."

Finn smiled crookedly. "The princeling sleeps, rujho. The

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earth magic has removed his cares for a time." He straightened
under the silent command. "But I will see to him, for all that.
Tend her well, rujho; she was gently reared."

His departure left Alix alone in the pavilion with Duncan. She
waited mutely, unable to force her mind into coherent thought.

Duncan gestured to a spotted gray pelt on the floor and she
assented silently, gathering her skirts about her knees as she sat.
"What will you do with me?"

He stood over her, arms folded. The torch painted his dark
angular face and danced in his yellow eyes. Like Finn, he wore
his black hair cut to his neck, where it fell loosely. Unlike Finn,
he did not seem so inherently violent.

Duncan settled himself cross-legged before her, hands resting
on his knees. "I do nothing with you save welcome you to your
clan. Do you expect to be slain?"

She stared at her own hands, clasped tightly in her lap. "You
are shapechangers. I have been raised to fear you. What else can
you expect?"

"Finn said your jehan was arms-master to Shaine when the
qu'mahlin began. Surely he has not raised you to believe me
lies." His calm voice forced her to look at him. "Toirin was a
faithful man, and honorable. He would not plant the seeds of
untruth, even at Shame's bidding."

"You speak as if you know my father."

Duncan snook his head. "I never met him. I know few
Homanans, now, because of Shaine's qu'mahtin. But Hale spoke
of him when he came to the Keep."

"I do not understand."

He sighed. "It will take much time. But first you must believe
Hale is your father. Not Ton-in."

Her chin rose stubbornly. "I cannot accept that."

Duncan scowled at her, suddenly very like Finn. "Foolishness
has no place here. Will you listen?"

"I will listen."

But it does not mean I will believe.

He seemed to hear her rebellious, unspoken words. For a
moment Alix was nonplussed by the feeling but dismissed h
quickly as Duncan began the story.

"Hale took Lindir into the forests. Her jehana—Shame's
wife, EUinda—died soon after. Shaine took another wife, who
miscarried three times and then bore him a stillborn son, which
made her barren. The Mujhar claims it was Cheysuli sorcery mat
stole his daughter, slew his first wife and denied his second living
children." Duncan paused. "And that began the qu'mahlw."

"War," she said softly.

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"The qu'mahlin is more than war. It is annihilation for the
Cheysuli race. The Mujhar wants every last one of us slain; me
race destroyed." His yellow eyes met hers. "His decree touches
even his granddaughter."

Alix felt color drain from her face. "Shame's granddaughter . . ."

"'Y(mr jehana was Lindir of Homana. You are the Mujhar's
granddaughter."

"No. No, you tell me lies."

Duncan smiled for the first time. "I do not lie, small one. But
if you wish, you may ask my lir. Cai has told me you have a gift
of the gods, and can converse with all the ;i'r."

"The hawk . . ." she whispered.

A golden tone stirred within her mind, softly. You are Hole's
daughter, liren, and bloodkin to us all. Do not deny your
heritage, or the gift of the gods.

Duncan saw the anguish and fear in her face. He touched her
trembling hands gently. "If you wish to rest, I can finish the
story another time."

"No!" she said wildly. "No, I will listen! What more can you
say that will not destroy what comprehension I have left to me?"

He took his hand away. "Hale was slain in me qu'mahlin by
Shaine's troops, as he sought from me beginning. Lindir, carry-
ing a child, returned to her jehan to beg his understanding. She
wanted shelter for her child." Duncan's face was grim. "The
Mujhar needed an heir. He had no son, and his lady-wife made
barren. Lindir's child, were it a boy,-would be that heir."

A chill washed through her, leaving apprehension in its wake.
"But there was no son . . ."

"No. Lindir bore a daughter, and died- The Mujhar, still
dedicated to his purge, ordered the halfling girl-child taken to the
forests and left to die."

"But it was only a child . . ."

"A shapechanger. A demon." His voice was rough as he said
the Homanan words. "A halfling best left to the beasts."

Alix looked up into his impassive face. She saw it soften into
understanding and sympathy and sternness. He had told her, she
realized, and he expected her to believe him.

"How do you know mis?" she asked. "You?"

"It has been told to the shar tahl, who has given it to me
clan."

"The shar tahlT1

"Our priest-historian, the Homanans would call him. He keeps
me rituals and the traditions, and makes certain all know me
proper heritage of me Cheysuli. Mostly he tends to me words of
me prophecy."

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"What is this prophecy you prate of?" she asked, irritable.
"Finn speaks of little else."

"That is not for me to say. The shar tahl will speak with you
when it is the proper time." He shrugged, lifting his spread-
fingered palm. "Tahlmorra."

Alix looked at him in the flickering shadows of the slate-
colored pavilion. He was alien to her, part of the vague dreams
she had dreamed over the years, growing up knowing the Cheysuli
were accursed and outlawed and sentenced to death by the
Mujhar. But she knew he did not lie to her, for all she wished to
believe it. There was no deceit in his eyes.

"If what you tell me is true, there is one more thing," she said
hollowly. "You are my brother, like Finn."

Duncan smiled. "No. Finn and I share ajehana, but Hale was
to me what the Homanans call foster-father. My jehan died when
I was very young."

She smoothed the weave of her skirts. "I do not entirely
understand. You said Hale took Lindir away and got a child on
her. Me." The word was dry in her mourn. "But if he was
father to Finn, and foster-father to you ... I do not understand."

"Hale was liege man to Shaine. It is a Cheysuli thing; heredi-
tary service to the Mujhars and their blood. Until the purge, the
Mujhars of Homana ever had a Cheysuli liege man," Duncan
smiled faintly. "Hale spent most of his dme at Homana-Mujhar,
serving bis lord, according to custom. Lindir was a golden child
who took great joy in teasing bcrjehan's fierce liege man; it was
a game to her. Then she was no longer a child, and Hale was no
longer indifferent to the promise of her beauty. She had fulfilled
mat promise." He saw Alix's shocked face and laughed softly.
"The Homanans hide their meijhas and call mem light women.
The Cheysuli keep cheysulas and meijhas—wives and mistresses—
and honor mem both."

"But Hale left your mother!"

"He did what he wished. That is understood among us. Men
and women have the freedom to take whom they choose, when
they choose." He grimaced. "Though now we have few warriors,
and fewer women."

Alix swallowed with effort. "I would rather be Homanan."

Duncan's eyes narrowed. "But you are half Cheysuli. In our
dan, that is counted whole."

But her mind had gone past that, grasping the slippery strands
of comprehension. She put the relationships together until she
had an understanding of them. Then she looked at Duncan.

"Lindir bore a daughter and Shaine lost the heir he wanted."

"Aye," he agreed.

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"So he turned to his brother, Fergus, who had a son."

"Aye."

Alix took a shaking breath. "He made that son—his nephew—
heir- Prince of Homana-''

Duncan watched her closely. "Aye."

She feh her heart begin to hurt. "Then Carillon is my cousin!"

"Aye," Duncan said softly, understanding.

Alix drew up her knees and clasped her arms around them
tightly. She pressed her forehead against them and squeezed her
eyes shut in denial and realization.

Before I was only a croft-girl, but one who put him at ease.
Now I am Cheysuli—shapechanger!—accursed, and his bastard
cousin. Grief surged into her throat. He will never come to me
again!

She hugged her knees and keened silently m the shapechanger's
tent.

Chapter Five

Alix, at dawn, sat warmly wrapped in a brown blanket, numbly
aware she had slept in the shapechanger's presence. She had not
meant to. She vaguely recalled her silent tears and his urging of
her to sleep, but no more. Now she sat alone in his pavilion,
bereft of the heritage she had known all her life.

The doorflap stirred and Alix glanced up, expecting Duncan.
Instead she saw Carillon and stood up with a cry, letting the
blanket slide to the ground.

Then she froze. His eyes were withdrawn from her, strange,
and she saw none of me warm welcome she had come to expect.

They have told him . . .

Alix's arms dropped to her sides. Desolation swept in to fill
her soul. She would not look into his face and see his rejection
ofher-

"Alix . . ."

"You need say nothing, my lord," she said remotely. "I
understand how a prince must feel to leam the croft-girl he has
kept company with is a shapechanger."

He moved into the pavilion. "Are you so certain they have the
right of it?"

Her head jerked up. "Then you do not believe them?"

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He smiled. "Do you think I am so easily manipulated, Alix? I
think they lie to you. There is nothing Cheysuli about you. Your
hair is brown, not black, and your eyes amber. Not beast-yellow."

Carillon let her melt against his chest, sobbing quietly. Her
fears of suggesting an intimacy she was not due faded away as
she sought solace in his strength. His anns slipped around her
and held her close, for the first time since they had met.

"You will come with me when I am released," he said into
her tangled hair. "They cannot keep you."

She lifted her face. "Duncan has said I must stay."

"I will take you back with me."

"How do you know they will let you go?"

He smiled wryly. "I am worth too much to my uncle for them
to keep me long."

"And I?"

"You. Alix?"

She wet her lips. "If I am what they say, then I am the
Mujhar's granddaughter. Lindir's daughter."

"So you will admit to shapechanger blood if only to get royal
blood as well," he said, amused.

Alix pulled away from him. "No! I only seek acknowledg-
ment ... the truth! Carillon, if I am Shaine's granddaughter—
will he not free me from this place?"

"Do you think the Mujhar will acknowledge a half-shapechanger
bastard granddaughter?"

She recoiled from the cruel question- "Carillon—*'

"You must accustom yourself. If what the shapechangers say
is true, we are cousins. But Shaine will never claim you. He will
never offer a single coin for your return," Carillon shook his
head. "They are harsh words, I know, but I cannot let you
expect something you cannot have."

She set cold hands against her face. "Then you will leave me
hero. . . ."

He caught her arms, pulling her hands from her face. "I will
not leave you here! I will take you to Homana-Mujhar, but I
cannot say what your reception will be.''

"You would not have to tell him who I am."

"Do I say you are my light woman, then? A valley-girl I have
been seeing?" He sighed as he saw her expression. "Alix, what
else would I tell him?"

"The truth."

"And have him order you slain?"

"He would not1."

His hands tightened on her arms. "The Mujhar has declared
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hands. Do you think he will gainsay his own purge for the
daughter of the man who stole his daughter?"

Alix jerked away from him. "She was not stolen! She went
willingly! Duncan said—" she broke off abruptly, horrified.

Carillon sighed heavily. "So, you accept their words. With so
little a fight, Alix, do you deny your Homanan blood and turn to
the shapechangers?"

"No!"

You are Cheysuli, liren. Came the hawk's golden tone. Do not
deny yourself the truth. Remain.

Alix ripped me doorflap aside and stared into the sky. Cai
drifted far above, floating on a summer breeze.

"I must go!" she cried.

This is your place, liren.

"No!"

"Alix!" Carillon moved to her and grabbed her arm. "To
whom do you speak?"

Homana-Mujhar is not/or you, the bird said softly.

"I cannot stay," she insisted, amazed at her willingness to
speak to a bird. "I cannot!"

"Alix!" Carillon exclaimed.

She gestured wildly. "The bird! The hawk! There."

He dropped her arms instantly, staring at her in alarm. Slowly
his eyes went to the graceful hawk.

"Let me go with Carillon," she pleaded, knowing only that
me bird sought to keep her.

/ cannot gainsay you, liren. I can only ask.

Alix tore her eyes from the hawk and looked beseechingly at
Carillon. Frantically she reached out to catch her hands in his
black leather doublet.

"Take me with you. Tell the Mujhar whatever you choose,
but do not make me stay in this place!"

"You understand what the bird says?"

"In my head. A voice." She could sense his shock and sought
to convince him. "Not words. A tone ... I can understand what
he thinks."

"Alix ..."

"You said you would take me," she whispered.

He put out a hand to point at Cai, ruby signet flashing. "You
converse with animals!''

Alix closed her eyes, releasing him. "Then you will leave
me."

"Shapechanger sorcery . . ." he said slowly.

She looked at him, judging his face and the feelings reflected
there. Then his hands grasped her shoulders so hard it hurt.

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"You are no different," he said. "You are still Alix. I look at
you and see a strong, proud woman whose soul is near to
destroyed by these shapechanger words. Alix, I will still have
you by me."

You are meant/or another, the hawk said gently. The prince
is not for you. Stay.

"By all the gods," she whispered, staring blindly at Carillon,
"will none of you let me be?"

"Alix!"

But she tore herself from him and ran from them both, seeking
escape in the forest.

She fled to a lush grassy glade lying in a splash of sunlight.
There Alix sank to her knees and sat stunned, trying to regain
control of her disordered mind. She shook convulsively.

Shapechanger! Spawn of a shapechanger demon and a king's
daughter! she cried within her soul.

Alix scrubbed at her stinging eyes with the heels of her hands,
fighting back tears. She had never been one for crying, but the
tension and fear of the past hours had taken away her natural
reserve. She wanted security and solace like a child seeking
comfort at a mother's breast.

Mother! she cried. Was I birthed by a Homanan valley girl, or
a haughty, defiant princess?

Alix felt the conflict in her soul. She longed for Carillon's
confidence in her Homanan origins, yet felt the seductive tug of
mystery attending the legendary magic of the Cheysuli. And
though Torrin had raised her to be fair to all men in her
thoughts, even the Cheysuli, he had also instilled in her the
apprehension all felt concerning the race.

She heard a rustle in the leaves and glanced up swiftly,
frightened Finn had followed her again. She did not entirely trust
his intentions, for all he claimed to be her half-brother. Alix
sensed something elemental in him; untamed and demanding.

A hawk rested lightly on a swinging branch, feathers ruffling
in the breeze. Though its coloring was the same, she realized it
was not Cai. This hawk was smaller, more streamlined; a swift
hunting hawk able to plummet after small prey and snatch it up
instantly.

Alix shivered involuntarily as she thought of the deadly talons
curving around the branch.

Have you decided to stay? it asked.

She stared at it, astonished to discover the great distinction
between its tone and Cai's. It regarded her from bright eyes,
unmoving on the branch.

Do you stay? it asked again. "Or do you go?

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Resentful and defiant, Alix started to push the tone away. She
would not allow the Cheysuli so to manipulate her mind. She
would keep herself apart from them and their sorcery, regardless
of the seductiveness of their power.

But even as she decided she felt the fear slip away, replaced
by wonder. First she had spoken with a wolf who seemed
perfectly capable of speaking back; then Cai. And now this
smaller hawk.

By the gods, the animals are mine to converse with! She took
a trembling breath. If this is sorcery, it cannot be demon-sent. It
is a true gift.

The hawk regarded her approvingly. Already you begin to
learn. The lir-bond is truly magic, but does harm to no one. And
you are special, for no other can converse with all the lir.
Through you, perhaps, we can win back some of our blood-pride
and esteem.

"You lost it through Hale's selfish action!" she retorted, then
winced at her audacity. Carefully she looked at the hawk to see
if it was offended.

It seemed amused. For the Cheysuli, aye, it would have been
better had he never set eyes on Lindir. But then you would not
live.

"And what am I?" she shot back. "Merely a woman a foolish
warrior wanted for his own."

Finn does, occasionally, allow his emotions to overrule his
judgment. But it makes him what he. is.

"A beast," she grumbled, picking a stem from the grass.

He is a man. Beasts have more wisdom, better sense and far
better manners. Do not liken him to what he cannot emulate.

Alix, startled by the hawk's wry words, laughed up at him
delightedly. "I am sorry he cannot hear you, bird. Perhaps he
would reconsider his rash actions."

Finn reconsiders very little.

She stared at the bird, eyes narrowing shrewdly. The stem she
had picked drooped in her fingers. "If you are not Cai, who are
you? Show yourself."

Another time, perhaps, the bird said obliquely. But know I
am one who cares.

It detached itself from the swinging branch and flew into the
blue sky.

Alix dropped the stem and stared after me fleet bird dispiritedly.
For a moment she had felt an uprush of awe and amazement that
she conversed with the /i'r; now she was a frightened and con-
fused girl. Slowly she got to her feet and wandered back to the
Cheysuli encampment.

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She was startled to find the tents pulled down and rolled into
compact bundles. The warriors tied them onto their horses and
made certain the fire cairns were broken up and scattered. AliX
stood in the center of the naked clearing and realized her soul
and self-image had been as neatly swept clean.

Carillon came to her as she stared blindly at the swift alter-
ation of the camp. He touched her hand, then folded it into his
much larger one.

"I will be with you," he said softly. "They have said I must
go with them." He grimaced. "They say I am not yet strong
enough for the ride to Mujhara, but they did not lie about the
wound. It is near healed, and I feel strong enough to fight any of
them."

She looked at the wrist and saw healing ridges marking the
wolf bite. The swelling and seepage was gone, replaced by new
skin.

They have healing arts at their beck, she said silently, uncon-
sciously echoing Finn's words.

"Well, my lord. perhaps it is best," she said aloud. "I do not
seek to lose you so soon.''

"I have said you will come with me to Homana-Mujhar."

She smiled sadly into his face. "As your light woman?"

Carillon grinned -and lifted her hand to brush his lips across
her wrist. "If it must be done, Alix, I will not prove unwilling."

She blushed and tried to withdraw her hand, but he held it
firmly. He shook his head slightly and smiled. "I do not seek to
discomfit you. I have merely said what is in my mind."

"I am your cousin." She did not entirely believe him.

Carillon shrugged. "Cousins often wed in royal houses, to
secure the succession. This bond would not be a thing Homanans
disapprove of."

Alix tried to answer- "My lord ..."

His brows lifted ironically. "Surely you can dispense with my
title if we discuss our futures in this way."

Alix wanted to laugh at him but could not. She had longed for
such thoughts and words from him all through their brief
acquaintanceship, though she had never thought them possible.
Now she could not comprehend it. The revelation of her ancestry
destroyed the roots she had depended on.

"I will wed a princess, one day," he said lightly, "to get
heirs for me throne. But princes have mistresses often enough."

She heard the echo of Duncan's voice in her mind, explaining
the casual Cheysuli custom of wives and mistresses. An open
practice she could not comprehend.

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convulsively. Who has the right of it—the Cheysuli or the
Homanans?

"Alix?"

She carefully freed her hand from his and met his blue eyes.
"I cannot say, Carillon. We are not even free of this place yet."

He started to say something, but Finn's approach drove him
into silence. Carillon glared at the Cheysuli warrior, who merely
laughed mockingly. Then Finn turned to Alix.

"Will you ride with me, rujhoilaT1

She noted the change of address and felt a mixture of gratitude
and resentment. She would acknowledge no blood relationship to
him; nor would she accept the sort of physical commitment he
wanted from her.

She moved closer to Carillon. "I ride with the prince."

"And likely have him fall off the horse from in front of you."

Carillon glared at him. "I will keep to my horse, shapechanger."

Finn's earring winked as he laughed. "You had better change
your name for us, princeling, or you insult your cousin as well."

"You seek to do that, not him!" Alix snapped.

He grinned at her, then shot a mocking glance at Carillon..
"Have you forgot? You have gained more than just your light
woman as a cousin this day. You also have kin among the rest of
us."

"Kin among you?'* Carillon asked disparagingly.

"Aye," Finn said equably. "Myself. She is my rujholla,
princeling, though only by half. But it makes you and I cousins,
of a sort." He laughed. "I am kin to Homana's prince, who
would serve his Uege lord by slaying us all. But to do that you
would have to slay her, would you not?"

Color surged into Carillon's face. "If I slay any shapechanger,
it will be you. I leave the rest to my uncle the Mujhar."

"Carillon!" Alix said, horrified.

Finn laughed at them both, spreading his hands. "Do you see,
princeling? What you say of us concerns her. Beware your
intentions, do you seek to keep her safe."

Carillon's hand dropped to the heavy sword belted at his hips;

Alix was still amazed the Cheysuli had let him keep it. But he
did not draw the blade. Finn smiled at them both and walked
away, calling to another warrior in the Old Tongue.

"He only seeks to goad you," Alix said softly. "To satisfy
his own craving for a place."

Carillon glanced at her in surprise. Then he smiled. "Do you
prophesy for me, Alix? Can you see into my heart as well as
his?"

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that at her own command. "No. I only say what I feel in him.
As for you . . .*' She hesitated, then smiled. *'I think you will
be Mujhar, one day."

He laughed at her and pulled her into his arms, lifting her into
the air. "Alix, I thank the gods I rode my warhorse through your
garden that day! Else I would not have you sharing such wisdom
with me."

She grinned down at him, delighting in the feelings spilling
through her body. His hands on her waist were firm and sure,
possessive, betraying no signs of weakness from the wolf-wound.
Alix let one hand curve itself around his neck, tangling in his
tawny hair.

"And did I not share my wisdom with you when you trampled
all my fine young plants?"

He spun her again, then set her down with a rueful grin.
"Aye, that you did. You near made me ashamed of my birth."

Alix laughed at him. "Even a prince can manage to go around
a garden when his prey avoids it. I cared little for the fine clothes
you wore or me gold you threw at me to pay for the damage."
She lifted her head haughtily, mimicking the actions of a high-
born court lady. "I cannot be bought, my lord prince, for all you
are heir of Homana."

"But can you be won?" he asked steadily.

Her smile faded. She averted her face. "If I can be won. it is
something left to me to discover. I cannot say."

"Alix—"

"I cannot say. Carillon."

Duncan came up before Carillon could speak again. He led a
bay horse and carried the oddly compact bow he had polished tile
evening before. Carillon, looking sharply at it, sucked in his
breath.

Duncan frowned at him. "My lord?"

"Your bow."

The Cheysuli held it up. "This? It is not so much. I have
better at the Keep. This is for raiding and hunting, and
expendable."

"But it is still a Cheysuli bow," Carillon said seriously- "I
have heard of them all my life."

Duncan smiled briefly and held it out. "Here. But keep in
mind it is not the best I have made."

Carillon disregarded the modest statement and took the bow
almost reverently, fingering his enemy's weapon. It was finely
crafted, age-polished hardwood. The grip was laced with leather
to cushion a man's palm. Odd runic symbols ran from top to
bottom, winding around the bow like a serpent.

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Carillon looked at Duncan. "You know what is said of a
Cheysuli bow."

Duncan smiled ironically. "That an arrow loosed by one
cannot miss. But that is all it is, my lord; a legend." His eyes
narrowed in cynicism. "Though it serves us well. If Shaine's
troops fear a Cheysuli bow, it is all the better for us."

"Do you say a man can miss with this bow?"

Duncan laughed. "Any arrow can miss its mark. It is only
rare for a Cheysuli to loose one with poor aim." His smile faded
into implacability. "It comes from fighting for survival, my
lord. When you are hunted down like a beplagued animal by the
Mujhar's guardsmen, you leam to fight back how you can."

Carillon's face tautened. "The legend of these bows was
known before the purge, shapechanger."

Duncan's mouth twisted. "Then let us say the skill was
refined by it, prince."

Carillon thrust out the bow. Duncan took it without comment
and looked at Alix. "It is time to go. Will you ride with me?"

Her head lifted. "I told your brother—I ride with the prince."

Duncan handed the reins of the bay horse to Carillon.. "Your
warhorse will be returned when you are better, my lord. For now
you may have mine."

Carillon mounted silently. Before Alix could attempt a scram-
bling mount Duncan lifted her up behind the Cheysuli saddle.
She looked down into his impassive eyes and felt a faint tug of
familiarity. But he walked away before she could question it.

Finn, mounted on a dun-colored horse, rode up beside them.
"Should the princeling falter before you, rujholta, I will be more
than happy to take you onto my horse."

Alix looked directly into his angular, mocking face and said
nothing at all, ignoring him as pointedly as she could.

Finn merely grinned and fell into place before them. The
journey was begun.

Chapter Six

The long ride took the heart from Alix as she clung to Carillon-
She drooped dispiritedly against his broad back, longing for
respite from the steady motion of the horse. Whenever Finn rode
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determined spirit, but when he left them she returned to her haze
of weariness.

The Cheysuli did not tell either captive where they rode, only
that their Keep lay at the end of their journey. When Carillon
demanded his instant release and that of Alix, threatening the
Mujhar's displeasure and retribution, Duncan refused courteously.
Alix, watching him silently during much of the day's ride,
wondered at the difference so evident in the brothers. Finn
seemed the more aggressive of the two; Duncan kept his own
council and gave nothing away to supposition. Though Alix
wanted nothing more than to leave the shapechangers' presence
with Carillon accompanying her, she far preferred Duncan's
company to Finn's.

In the evening she sat before a small fire with Carillon, staring
into the flames in exhaustion. The prince had shed his green
cloak and draped it over her shoulders. She folded it around
herself gratefully. He looked as tired and worn as he stretched
his hands out to the fire's warmth; for all it was the beginning of
summer, the nights were still cold. Alix knew her own appear-
ance was no better. Her braid was loosened and tangled and her
gown showed the results of too long a time spent in it. Her face
felt grimy and the welt left by me tree limb stung.

The Cheysuli, she marked, took little with them on a raiding
mission. Their mounts were packed lightly and the warriors
carried only a belt-knife and the hunting bows for weaponry.
Alix eyed them glumly as they quickly set up a small camp.
spreading blankets where they would sleep and building tiny
fires to heat their evening ration of journey-stew. The colored
pavilions were kept packed away; Alix realized she would spend
the night unprotected by anything save a blanket.

Uneasily she slanted a glance at Carillon, seated next to her on
Duncan's blood-red blanket. "I would near give my soul to be
safe in my own bed in my father's croft."

Carillon, gazing blankly into the fire, looked over to her with
an effort- Then he smiled. "Had I a choice, I would be in my
own chambers within Homana-Mujhar. But even your croft would
do me well this night."

"Better than here," she agreed morosely.

Carillon shifted and sat cross-legged. The flames glinted off
the whiteness of his teeth as he smiled maliciously.

"When I have the chance, Alix, these demons will regret what
they have done."

A strange chill slid down her spine as she looked sharply at his
determined face. "You would have them all slain?"

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and he touched her ragged braid, moving it to lie across her
shoulder. "A woman, perhaps, does not understand. But a man
must serve his liege lord in all things, even to the slaying of
others. My uncle's purge still holds, Alix. I would not serve him
by letting this nest of demons live. They have been outlawed.
Sentenced to death by the Mujhar himself."

Alix pulled the cloak more tightly around her shoulders.
"Carillon, what if there was no sorcery used against your House?
What if the Cheysuli have the right of it? Would you still see to
their deaths?"

"The shapechangers cursed my uncle's House when Hale took
Lindir away with him. The queen consequently died of a wasting
disease, and Shaine's second wife bore no living children. If not
sorcery, what else could cause these things?"

Alix sighed and stared at her hands clasping the green wool.
She pitched her voice purposely low, almost placating. But what
she said had nothing to do with placation.

"Perhaps it was what the Cheysuli call tahlmorra. Perhaps
it was no more than the will of the gods.''

His hand moved from her braid to her Jaw and lifted her face
into the light. "Do you champion the demons again, Alix? Do
you listen to them because of what you have learned?"

She looked at him steadily. "I do not champion them. Carillon.
I give them their beliefs. It is only fitting to acknowledge the
convictions of others."

"Even when the Mujhar denounces them as sorcerers of the
dark gods?"

Alix touched his wrist gently and felt the ridged scars of the
bite from Storr. Once again the image of Finn shifting his shape
before her eyes rose into her mind, and it was only with consider-
able effort she kept the frightened awe from her voice.

"Carillon, will you allow him to denounce me?"

He sighed and closed his eyes, withdrawing his hand. He
rubbed wearily at his brow and irritably shoved hair from his
eyes.

"Shaine is not an easy man to convince. If you go before him
claiming you are a shapechanger, and his granddaughter, you
touch his pride. My uncle is a vain man indeed." Carillon
smiled at her grimly. "But I will not allow him to harm you. I
will have that much of him."

Alix drew up her knees, clasping her arms around them. "Tell
me of Homana-Mujhar, Carillon. I have ever been afraid to ask
before, but no more. Tell me of the Mujhar's great walled
palace."

He smiled at her wistful tone. "It is a thing of men's dreams.

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A fortress within a city of thousands. I know little enough of its
history, save it has stood proudly for centuries. No enemy force
has ever broken its walls, nor entered its halls and corridors.
Homana-Mujhar is more than a palace, Alix; it is the heart of
Homana."

"And you have lived their always?"

"I? No. I have lived at Joyenne, my father's castle. It is but
three days from Mujhara. I was born there." He smiled as if
reminiscing. "My father has ever preferred to keep himself from
cities, and I echo his feelings. Mujhara is lovely, a jeweled city,
but I care more for the country." He sighed. "Until my acclama-
tion as formal heir last year, I lived at Joyenne. I spent time at
Homana-Mujhar; I am not indifferent to its magnificence."

"And I have not even seen Mujhara," she said sadly.

"That is something I cannot understand. The city belongs to
the Mujhar and it is well-protected. Women and children go in
safety among its streets."

Alix kept her eyes from his. "Perhaps it was a promise made
to the Mujhar by Torrin; that he would not allow Lindir's
shapechanger daughter to enter the city."

Carillon stiffened. "If you are that child."

Alix closed her eyes. "I begin to think I am."

"Alix . . ."

She turned her head and rested her unblemished cheek against
one knee, looking solemnly into Carillon's face. "I converse
with the animals, my lord. And I understand. If that is not
shapechanger sorcery, then I must be a creature of the dark
gods.*'

His hand fell upon her shoulder. "Alix, I will not have you
say this. You are no demon's get."

"And if I am Cheysuli?"

Carillon's eyes slid over the shadowed camp, marking each
black-haired, yellow-eyed warrior in supple leathers and barbaric
goM. He looked back at Alix and for a moment saw the leaping
of flames reflected in her eyes, turning them from amber to
yellow.

He swallowed, forcing himself to relax. "It does not matter.
Whatever you are, I accept it."

Alix smiled sadly and touched his hand. "Then if you accept
me, you must accept the others."

He opened his mouth to deny it, then refrained. He saw the
bleakness in her eyes and the weariness of her movements as she
shifted into a more comfortable position. Carillon put a long arm
out and drew her against his chest.

"Alix, I have said it does not matter."

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"You are the heir," she said softly. "It must matter."
"Until I am the Mujhar, what I believe does not matter at

all."
And when you are the Mujhar, will you slay my kin? she

wondered.

In the morning Duncan led Carillon's chestnut warhorse to
them. Alix looked from the horse to the clan-leader and marked
his solemn expression. Finn, standing with him, smiled at her
suggestively. Alix colored and ignored him, watching Duncan
instead.

"You rode well enough yesterday, my lord," he said quietly.
"You have our leave to go. Finn will accompany you."

Carillon glared at him. "I can find my own way back,
shapechanger."

Duncan's lips twitched. "I have no doubt of that. But the
Cheysuli have spent twenty-five years fleeing the unnatural wrath
of the Mujhar, and we would be foolish indeed to lead his heir to
our new home. Finn will see you do not follow us to the Keep."

Carillon reddened with anger but ignored the Cheysuli's dry
tone. He took the scarlet leather reins from Duncan and turned to
Alix.

"You may ride in the saddle before me."

Duncan stepped swiftly between the horse and Alix as she
moved to mount. His eyes were flat and hard. "You remain with
us."

"You cannot force me to stay!" she said angrily. "I nave
listened to your words, and I respect them, but I will not go with
you. My home is with my father,"

"Your home is with your father's people."

Alix felt herself grow cold. Without thought she had spoken of
Torrin, but the clan-leader reminded her, in a single sentence,
she was no longer a simple Homanan croft-girl.

She steadied her breath with effort. "I want to go with
Carillon."

His hawk earring swung as he shook his head. "No."

Finn laughed at her. "You cannot wish to leave us so soon,
rujhoUa. You have hardly learned our names. There is much
more for you to leam of the clan.''

"I am still half Homanan." she said steadily. "And free of
any man's bidding save my father's." She challenged Duncan
with a defiant glance. "I will go with Carillon."

The prince moved beside her, setting a possessive hand on her
shoulder. "By your own words you have said she is my cousin. I

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will have her with me in Homana-Mujhar. You cannot deny her
that."

Finn raised his brows curiously. "Can we not? Your fates
were decided in Council last night, while you slept. It was my
position we should keep you both, forcing you to see we are not
me demons you believe, but I was overruled. My rujholli would
have you returned safely to your uncle, who will send guardsmen
to strike us down." He shrugged. "Some even believed you
would be won to the belief we are only men, like yourself, did
you spend time with us, but I think you would only plan to harm
us how you could." Finn smiled humoriessly. "What would you
have done, princeling, had you stayed with us?"

Carillon's ringers dug into Alix's shoulder. "I would have
found my escape, shapechanger, and made my way back to
Mujhara. You have the right of it. I would aid my kinsman in
setting troops after you."

"At the risk of her life?" Finn asked softly.

Alix shivered. Carillon's hand dropped to his sword hilt.
"You will not harm her, shapechanger."

"We do not harm our own," Duncan said coldly. "But does
Shaine bid his men spare the life of a single CheysuU? They are
not discriminating men. If you allow them to follow us and
attack, you risk the girt."

"Then let me go," Alix said. "Perhaps the Mujhar would not
send his troops."

"Alix!" Carillon said sharply.

Finn grinned cynically. "Do you see, meijha, what manner of
man your princeling is? Yet he would have you believe we arc
the bloodthirsty demons. I say it was the Homanans who began
the qu'mahlin and me Homanans who perpetuate it. It was none
of Cheysuli doing."

"No more of this!" Alix cried. "No more!"

Carillon stepped from her and drew his sword hissing from its
sheath. He stood before them with the massive blade gleaming,
clenched in both hands. Alix saw the ruby wink redly in the
sunlight, then drew in her breath. Down the blade ran runic
symbols very similar to those on Duncan's bow-

"You do not take her," Carillon said softly. "She comes with
roe."

Finn crossed both arms over his chest and waited silently,
armbands flashing in the light. Alix, frozen in place, felt an odd
slowing of time. Carillon stood next to her with blade bared, feet
planted, his size alone warning enough to any man. Yet Duncan
stood calmly before the weapon as if it did not concern him in
the least.

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Her skin contracted with foreboding. Will I see a man die this
day because of me? She swallowed heavily, wishing she could
look away and knowing she could not. Lindir's actions set the
purge into motion; if I dm truly her daughter, does this not add
to it?

Duncan smiled oddly. "You had best recall the maker of that
blade, my lord."

Finn's teem showed in a feral smile. "A Cheysuli blade ever
knows its first master.''

Alix looked again at the runes on the sword, transfixed by
their alien shapes and the implications of them.

Carillon held his ground. "You do not even use swords
yourselves, shapechanger!"

Finn shrugged. "We prefer to give men a close death. A
sword does not serve us. We fight with knives." He paused,
glancing at Alix. "Knives . . . and fir-shape."

"Then what of your bows?" Carillon snapped.

"They were for hunting, originally," Duncan said lightly.
"Then the Mujhars of Homana began requiring our services in
war, and we learned to use them against men." His yellow eyes
were implacable. "When the qu'mahlin began, we used them
against those we once served,"

Finn moved forward, so close to Carillon the tip of the broad-
sword rested against his throat. "Use it," he taunted in a whisper.
"Use it, princeling. Strike home, if you can."

Carillon did not move, as if puzzled by the invitation. Alix,
sickened by the tensions, bit at her bottom lip.

Finn smiled and put his hand on the blade. His browned
fingers rested lightly on the finely honed edges. "Tell me, my
lord, whom Hale's sword will answer. The heir of the man who
began the qu'mahlin, or Hale's only blood-son?"

"Finn," Duncan said softly. Alix thought he sounded re-
proachful.

Her fingers twined themselves into the folds of her yellow
skirts, scraping against the rough woolen fabric. She knew she
would see Finn die; even with his hand on the blade the warrior
could never keep Carillon from striking him down. She owed no
kindness to Finn, who had stolen her so rudely, but neither did
she wish to see him struck down before her eyes. The sour taste
of fear filled her mouth.

"Carillon ..." she begged. She swallowed back me constric-
tion in her throat. "Do you begin your uncle's work already?"

"As I can," he said grimly.

Finn's fingers on me blade shifted slightly. Alix thought he
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did not. Before she could cry out he twisted the sword aside with
only a hand. His own knife flashed as he stepped into Carillon.

"No!" she cried, lunging forward.

Duncan's hand came down on her arm and jerked her back.
She tried to pull free and could not, then stood still as she saw
the Cheysuli blade against Carillon's throat. The broadsword was
in his right hand, but she realized the weapon was too bulky to
draw back and strike with in close quarters, particularly with
Finn so close.

"Do you see, lordling, what it is for a man to face a Cheysuli
in battle?" Finn asked gently. "I do not doubt you have been
trained within the walls of your fine palace, but you have not
faced a Cheysuli. Until that is done you have not learned at all."

Carillon's teeth clenched as they shut with a click. The mus-
cles of his jaw rolled, altering the line of his face, but he said
nothing at all. Nor did he flinch before the knife at his throat.

Finn slid a bright glance at Alix. "Will you beg me for his
life, meijhaT'

"I will not," she said clearly. "But if you slay him here, I
myself will see to yow death."

His eyebrows shot up in mock astonishment. Then he grinned
into Carillon's still face. "Well, princeling, you have women
to argue for you. Perhaps I should respect that." He shrugged
and stepped away, returning the knife to his belt. "But she
is Cheysuli, and my rujholla, and I will not risk it."

Duncan bent and picked up the scarlet reins Carillon had
dropped. He held them out. Silently the prince slid his sword
home in its silver-laced leather sheath and took them.

"Finn will escort you to Mujhara."

Carillon looked only at Alix. "I will come back for you."

"Carillon . . ."

"I will come back for you."

Alix nodded and hugged herself, hunching her shoulders
defensively. She knew he could not win her freedom without
sacrificing himself, which would give her no freedom at all- The
Cheysuli had disarmed both of them-

Carillon turned away from her and mounted the big chestnut.
From the horse's great height he looked down on them all.

"You are foolish," he said stiffly, "to free me without requir-
ing gold."

Fmn laughed. "You seek to instruct us at the risk of your own
welfare?"

"It is only that I do not understand."

Duncan smiled. "The Cheysuli do not require gold, my lord,
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wear. We desire only to end this war the Mujhar wages against
us, and the chance to live as we once did. Freely, without
fearing our children will be slain because of their yellow eyes,"

"If you had not sought to throw down Homanan rule—"

Duncan interrupted sharply. "We did not. We have ever
served the blood of me Mujhars. Hale, in taking Lindir from her
jehcm, freed her of a marriage she did not desire. In doing that he
performed the service to which he bound himself—he served the
Mujhar's blood." He smiled slightly. "It was not what Shaine
expected of his service, perhaps, for Hale was his man. It was
only he wanted Lindir more."

"Your jehana was a willful woman," Finn said to Alix,
deliberately distinct as if to hammer the point home. "Do you
echo her?"

She brought her head up haughtily, defying him. "Were /
within Homana-Mujhar, I would not leave it to go into the
forests with a Cheysuli warrior. Do not judge me by my mother.''

Finn grinned, triumphant. "If I have at last got you to admit
to your blood, meijha. I will judge you by anything."

Before she could retort he famed and faded into the trees. Alix
glared after him. men scowled as he returned a moment later on
his dun-colored horse.

Duncan moved to Carillon's horse, looking up at me prince.
"I would send greetings to Shaine the Mujhar, did I think he
would accept them. We do not desire this war."

Carillon smiled mirthlessly. "I think the Mujhar has made his
desires clear, shapechanger."

Duncan put a hand on the warhorse's burnished shoulder idly.
"If you seek to continue the qu'mahlin, my lord, you are not the
man I believe you arc. The prophecy has said." He smiled and
stepped away, using the spread-fingered gesture. "Tahlmorra.
Carillon."

"I renounce your prophecy," the prince said flatly.

The clan-leader reached out and caught Alix's arm. drawing
her close. "If you do that, my lord, you renounce her."

Alix shivered once under his hand. "Let me go with Carillon."

"No."

Finn moved his horse alongside the chestnut and smiled sar-
donically at the prince. "Waste no more time. I would not wish
the Mujhar angrier than he must be. Come, princeling. We
ride."

He brought his hand down on the chestnut's wide rump and
sent him lunging forward. Finn crowded his mount behind so
that Carillon could not wheel back, and the last Alix saw of the
prince was his tawny-dark head ducking a low branch.

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She made an involuntary movement to follow and again
Duncan's hand held her back. After a moment he released her.

"It is not so bad," he said quietly. "You have much to leam,
but it will come quickly enough when you have accepted your
blood."

Alix drew a shaky breath and stared hard at him. "I will not
claim you a liar, shapechanger, but neither will I submit to your
rule. If I accept this as your—tahlmorra, I do it on my own
terms."

A tall warrior smiled at her. "A Cheysuli could do it no other
way."

Alix scowled at him. Mutinously, she followed him through
the trees to his waiting horse.

Chapter Seven

Alix was so weary by me time the evening fell she let Duncan
lead her to his fire and push her down onto a thick tawny pelt
without saying a word. A crofter's daughter spent little time on
horseback; her muscles ached and her legs had raw sores rubbed
on them. She huddled on the pelt numbly and pulled her tattered
skirts around her bare feet as best she could. When Duncan put a
bowl of hot stew into her hands she thanked him shakily and
began to spoon it into her mouth-
He sat down on another pelt across from her and picked up the
bow Carillon had praised. Silently he began to rub it with an
oiled cloth, eyes on his work.

Alix sipped at the cup of honey brew he had given her, nearly
choking on its vitriolic taste. She kept her reaction from him by
covering her mouth with a hand, trying not to gasp aloud. She
did not wish him to see her disability, or her weariness.

He seemed oblivious to her as she scraped up the last of the
stew and set the bowl aside, rattling the wooden spoon. She felt
better for a fill! stomach, but it also made her more alert to the
dangers she faced- She could no longer take refuge in the haze of
exhaustion and helplessness that had dogged her during the long
ride. Now she could look across me small campsite and see the
dark warriors so intent on taking her away from her people.

Alix was still apprehensive, but most of the overpowering
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day, and with Finn gone she sensed no threat to her person or her
equilibrium. She had the chance to consider her plight from a
more sensible angle.

"Will you answer my questions, shapechanger?"

Duncan did not look up. "I have told you my name. Use it if
you would speak with me."

Alix studied his bowed head, marking how the black hair fell
forward into his face as he worked. The gold earring winked
through thick strands. Then she glanced at the hawk who sat so
silently in the nearest tree.

"How does one get himself a /ir?"

The bow gleamed in his supple hands. "When a Cheysuli
becomes a man he must go into the forests or mountains and
seek his ;ir. It is a matter of time, perhaps even weeks. He lives
apart, opening himself to the gods, and there the animal who will
become his lir seeks him out."

"Do you say the animal does the choosing?"

"It is tahlmorra. Every Cheysuli is bom to a lir, and a lir to
him. It is only a matter of finding one another."

"Yet not all animals are lir, Finn said."

"No. Just as all men are not Cheysuli."

Unwillingly she smiled at his wry tone, though he did not look
at her. "What happens if the lir is not found?"

His hands stopped their work as his eyes came up to meet
hers. "A Cheysuli with no lir is only half a man. We are born
with it in our souls. If it lacks, we arejiot whole."

"Not whole . . ."

"It is a thing you cannot comprehend, but a man who is not
whole has no purpose. He cannot serve the prophecy."

Alix frowned at him thoughtfully. "If you are not whole . . .
what happens to you ifCai is slam?"

Duncan's hands tensed on the bow. First he looked at the
hawk perching in the tree, then he set the bow aside and gave her
his full attention. He leaned forward intently and Alix felt the
full power of his strength.

"You do not ask out of mere curiosity. If you seek to escape by
slaying my lir you will be Cheysuli-cursed. It is not a simple
thing to live with." A flicker passed across his face, "But you
would not live long enough to truly suffer."

Alix recoiled from the deadly promise in his voice. She shook
her head in speechless denial.

"I will tell you, regardless of your intent," he said quietly,
"so you will know. I put my life in your hands." He watched
her closely; Judgmental. "If a man seeks to slay a Cheysuli, he
need only slay his fir. Does he imprison that lir, he imprisons a

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CheysuU. He is powerless, without recourse to the gifts the gods
have given us." He relaxed minutely. "And now you know the
price of the A'r-bond."

"How can it be so consuming?" she demanded. "You are a
man; Cai a bird. How is it you keep this bond?"

Duncan shrugged as he smoothed the leather of his snug
leggings. "I cannot say clearly. It is a gift of the old gods. It has
been so for centuries, and will doubtless continue.'' He grimaced.
"Unless the Mujhar slays us all. Then Homana will lose her
ancestors."

"Ancestors!" she exclaimed. "You would have me believe
you made this land what it is, if you speak so."

Duncan smiled oddly. "Perhaps."

Alix scowled at him. "I do not believe you."

"Believe what you wish. If you ask, the lir will tell you."

Her eyes went to the hawk. But she refused to hear it from the
bird. She preferred to draw Duncan out. "And if you are slain,
what becomes of the UrT'

"The lir returns to the wild. For the animal the broken link is
not so harsh." He smiled. "Creatures have ever been stronger
than men. Cai would gneve for a while, perhaps, but he would
live."

Do not dismiss my grief so lightly, the bird chided. Else you
ridicule our bond.

Duncan laughed silently and Alix, surprised by his response,
stared at him. The solemnity she had learned to associate with
him was not as habitual as she had assumed.

After a moment she put out her arms and stretched them,
cracking sinews. "What truly becomes of you if the lir is slain?"
she asked lightly.

Duncan grew very still. "A Cheysuli without a lir, as I said,
is not whole. He is made empty. He does not choose to live."

She froze, staring at him. "Does not choose . . ."

"There is a death-ritual."

Her arms dropped. "Death!"

Duncan looked again into the trees, eyes on Cai. "A Cheysuli
forsakes his clan and goes into me forests to seek death among
the animals. Weaponless and prepared. However it comes, he
will not deny that death." He shrugged, making light of the
matter. "It is welcome enough, to a lirless man."

Alix swallowed back her revulsion, "It is a barbaric thing.
Barbaric!"

Duncan was impassive. "A shadow has no life."

"What do you say?" she snapped.

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accept what I say. A lirless man is no man, but a shadow. And a
Cheysuli cannot live so."

"I say it is barbaric."

"If it pleases you."

"What else must I think?"

He leaned forward and placed more wood on the small fire. It
snapped and leaped in response, highlighting his pale eyes into a
bestial glow.

"When you have learned more of your clan, you will think
differently." Duncan relaxed, setting the bow aside as he studied
her impassively. Then a faint flicker of curiosity shone in his
eyes. "Would you wed Carillon?"

Alix stared at him. "Carillon!"

"Aye. I have seen what is between you."

For a moment she could find no proper answer. The question
stunned her, both for its audacity and the implications. In all her
dreams of a tall prince, she had never considered marriage with
him. Somehow the thought of it, and the regret that it could
never be, hurt.

"No," she said finally. "Carillon would never take me to
wife. He is meant for a foreign princess; some highborn lady
from Atvia, perhaps, or Erinn. Perhaps even Solinde one day, if
this war between the realms ends."

"Then you will be his light woman. His mei jha."

She disliked his easy assumption. "That is difficult to do if I
must stay with this clan you prate about."

Duncan grinned, suddenly so much like Finn it startled her.
But the similarity vanished when she looked closer, for there
were none of Finn's roguish ways about Duncan.

"You are not a prisoner, though it must seem so to you. As
for the prince ... I think he means what he says. He will come
back for you." He sighed, losing the animation in his face. "I
cannot say when, but he will do it."

"I will welcome it, shapechanger."

Duncan regarded her solemnly a moment. "Why do you fear
us so much? I have said we do no harm to our own."

Alix looked away from him. "/ have said. I was raised to fear
you, and to acknowledge me sorcery in your blood. All I have
ever known is that the Cheysuli are demons . . . dangerous."
She looked back at him. "You raid crofts and steal the livestock.
People are injured. If that is no harm, you have a strange way of
showing your peaceful intentions."

Duncan smiled. "Aye, it would seem so. But do not forget
. . . Shaine has forced us to this. Before we lived quietly within
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for our food. The qu'mahlin has made us little more than brigands,
like those who ply the tracks to steal from honest folk. It was
never our nature—we are warriors, not thieves—but Shame has
left us little choice."

"Had you the choice . . . would you return to your former
way of life?"

He fingered the gold hilt of the long-knife at his belt absently,
eyes gone oddly detached. When he answered Alix heard the
echos of prophecy in his voice.                                  '

"We will never regain our former way of life. We are meant
for another way. The old gods have said."

She shivered, shrinking from the implications of his words.
She picked up the wooden cup, intending to drink to cover her
confusion, saw it was empty and set it down.

"You will be Carillon's light woman?"

The cup fell over as her fingers spasmed. "I will be no man's     ^
light woman."                                               I

Duncan's smile was crooked, disbelieving. "I have been led    ^
to believe most women would slay for a chance to be so honored."    ^

"I am not most women," she retorted. She sighed, picking at    1|
the twigs caught in her tangled braid. "I cannot conceive of it    ^
ever happening, now, so there is no need for me to consider it."

"Then you give him up so easily?"

Alix dropped the braid and stared at him despondently, forget-
ting he was her enemy and thinking only of the sympathy in his
voice.

"I cannot say what I will do. I cannot even say what I want!"

He grunted. "Those are the restraints put on you by your
Homanan upbringing. Among the Cheysuli, a woman takes what
man she will." A fleeting shadow passed across his face as he
frowned. A shrug banished me expression. "A woman of me
clan may refuse one man and take another, easily."

"My father did not bring me up to be a light woman," she
said firmly. "One day I will wed a crofter, like my father, or a
villager." She shrugged. "One day."

"You father did not bring you up at all," he said bluntly.

Alix opened her mouth to protest yes, he most certainly did,
men realized Duncan referred to Hale. Once again she recalled
the astonishing story behind her own birth—if she would accept
mat story as troth. But she could not tell him what she thought,
so she settled for the familiar litany she had repeated each
evening.

"Carillon will wed a princess. Of course."

"Of course," he mocked. "If he lives at all, he will wed a
princess."

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"Lives!"

Duncan stretched one eyelid and rubbed at it. "The Hilini will
see to it Carillon does not live to wed."

"The Ihlini!" Alix stared at him, horrified. "The sorcerers
who serve the dark gods? But why? What do they care for
Carillon? Is it not Bellam who dictates what Solinde will do?''

Duncan picked up his bow and studied it, then began to oil it
once more. His voice, deep and quiet, took on an instructive
tone. "Solinde has ever been a strong land, but her kings are
greedy. They arc not satisfied with Solinde,, they also want
Homana in vassalage. Bellam has sought to achieve that all his
life, but these constant skirmishes at the borders—and the full
battles that slay so many—have won him nothing. He seeks to
gain Homana how he can, now."

"By turning to the /A/t'm?"

"Already Solinde is much stronger than before. Bellam seeks
the unnatural power of Tynstar, who rules the Ihlini—if a sor-
cerer can be said to rule his own race.'' He bent his head over
his work. "Tynstar is the might behind Solinde, not Bellam."

"Tynstar ..." she whispered. For a moment she allowed her
mind to recall me tales she had heard as a child, when her
mother—despairing of winning Alix's attention to chores—had
threatened her with Dilini retribution.

Until my father said she should not, for to speak of Tynstar
and the Ihlini was to invite his power over you. Alix shuddered
once, seeking to throw off the specter.-but Duncan did not seem
to notice.

"Tynstar, called the Ihlini," he said, "perhaps the most
powerful of all those who serve the dark gods of the netherworld.
He has arts at his command no man should have, and he uses
them for Bellam's gain. This time Homana cannot stand against
her enemies."

Alix sat upright, flushed with affrontedness and defiance.
"Homana has never fallen! Not in all the years the kings of
Solinde have sought to defeat us." She thrust her chin up, "My
father said."

Duncan looked across the fire at her, showing her an expres-
sion of such amused tolerance she longed to throw the cup at
him. "And in all these years the Mujhars of Homana had the
Cheysuli by their sides. We used our own god-gifts to defeat the
Solindish troops. Not even the Ihlini could halt us." The toler-
ance faded. "Twenty-five years ago we helped Shaine hold his
borders against Bellam,' putting down a massive force that might
have destroyed Homana. The peace that resulted from our victory
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Bellam's son, Ellic, When that was broken, so was the peace.
Now Shaioe slays us, and Homana will fall to the Dilini."

"Twenty-five years . . ." she echoed.

"Lindir remained hidden with Hale for eight years of the
qu'mahlin, fleeing her jehan's wrath. When he was slain she
returned, and bore you but weeks later."

"Well ... if the Ihlini are so powerful, how is it you have
withstood them before?''

"That is a thing between the races. I cannot say." He frowned
faintly. "The Ihlini have no real power before us. Oh, they have
recourse to some of their illusions and simple arts, but not the
dark magic. But we also suffer, for though the Ihlini cannot
overcome us with their arts, neither can we take fir-shape before
them, or hear our /ir. We are as other men before them."

Alix, stunned by his words, said nothing. All her life she had
known the Cheysuli had awesome arts at their call, though she
could not have named what they did; to hear Duncan speak of
the Ihlini as the demons she had ever thought a Cheysuli charac-
teristic upset her preconceived notions of the order of things.
Already Finn had destroyed her innocently confident childhood.
Duncan had further shaken her foundations by speaking of a
prophecy and the future she faced with his clan. Now, to think of
the Ihlini as a real threat to the land she loved, Alix felt a
desperation building in her soul.

Too much is being shattered . . . she thought abstractedly.
They are taking too much of me, twisting me, promising things I
have ever feared . . .

"Here," Duncan said gently, "you have suffered long enough."

She dragged her eyes from the fire, blinking at the residue of
flames that overlay his dark face. He held something in his hand,
offering it to her. She saw it was a silver comb, gleaming in the
firelight. Slowly she put out a hand and took it, fingering the
intricate runic devices that leaped and twisted in the flickering
shadows.

"You may have it," Duncan said. "I carried it for a girl in
the Keep. But you have more need of it.*'

Alix hesitated, staring at him. She could not, even as she
tried, view him as her enemy. Finn's threat was very real,
substantial; Duncan's was not.

Or else he hides it from me . . .

"Use it," he urged gently.

After a moment she set the comb down and began to undo her
tangled braid. Duncan stirred the fire with a stick, coaxing life
back to me rosy coals.

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teeth at the pain of snarls set so deeply she would have to rip
most of them out. To cover her grimaces she spoke to Duncan.

"You have a wife?"

"No, I have no cheysula."

She dragged the comb through her hair. "Then you have a
. . . mei jhaT1

He glanced at her briefly, face closed. "No."

She scowled at him as she ripped at a tangle. "Why did you
go to such effort to explain the freedom of your race. if you do
not subscribe to it yourself?"

Duncan continued to stir the fire, though it did not particularly
require it. "I am clan-leader. It came on me eight months ago,
when Tieman died. With it comes much responsibility, and I
chose not to divide myself between a cheysuta and the leadership
mis year." He waved the stick idly. "Perhaps next year."

Alix nodded absently as she freed the last tangle from her hair.
Her attention was not really focused on Duncan, but she sensed
an odd tension in him as he watched her silently. His eyes
followed her hands as she pulled the silver comb through the
heavy length of her dark hair.

The exercise improved her disposition and her feelings toward
the clan-leader. No man, did he want to sacrifice her to some
unspeakable god, would allow her the amenities common to
courtesy. She was grateful to him.

"My thanks," she said gravely, then smiled warmly at him
across the fire.

Duncan was on his feet in one movement, muttering some-
thing in the lyrical Old Tongue. His lips compressed into a thin
line and his eyes were suddenly hostile as he stared at her,
transfixed.

"What have I done?" she cried, aghast.

"Can you not feel it?" he demanded. "Can you not hear the
tahlmorra in you?"

Alix dropped the comb. "What do you say?"

He swore and turned from her, hands curling into fists. Then
he gathered up a bundled blanket and tossed it at her violently.

Alix caught it before it could fall into the fire, recoiling from
his cold anger until she felt a tree against her back. As he
continued to stare at her with an unwavering, bestial glare, Alix
pushed herself to her feet and hugged the blanket as if it would
protect her.

"What do you say?" she whispered.

"Tahlmorra . . . and you know nothing of it," he snapped.

"No!" she cried, illogically angry when she should be
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cannot comprehend what it is. How am I to conduct myself if
you tell me nothing?"

Duncan took a trembling breath and visibly controlled himself,
as if he knew he had frightened her. "I had forgot," he admit-
ted quietly. "You cannot know it. But I question that you feel
nothing."

"Feel wW?"

"We serve the prophecy," he said with effort, "but we
cannot know it perfectly. The shar tahls tell us what they can,
but even they cannot know everything that the gods intend. The
tahlmorra, as a whole, is unknown to us. But we feel it. Sense
it." He sighed constrictedly and ran a stiff hand through raven
hair. "I have come to face a part of my tahlmorra I did not
know. I should welcome it ... but I cannot. 1 cannot accept it.
And that, in itself, is a denial of my heritage."

Alix felt a measure of his pain, amazed at the depth of his
turmoil. His solemnity had vanished; the man she had thought so
controlled and implacable was no different from herself. But she
did not understand, and said so.

Duncan relaxed minutely. "No. You cannot. You are too
young . . . and too Homanan." His eyes, focused on the heavy
curtain of her hair, were bleak. "And Carillon has already won
your heart."

"Carillon!"

He gestured to the blanket still clasped in her arms. "Sleep.
We ride early."

Alix watched him walk into the shadows, disappearing as
easily as if he were a part of the night. She wondered, as she
shook out the blanket and lay it by the tree, if he were.

The gods sent her a dreamless sleep.

Chapter Eight

Alix rode with Duncan the next day, hands clasping the saddle
and body held carefully upright so she would not touch his back.
With Finn she had kept herself from him because of his undisguised
interest in her; Duncan's dignity seemed to demand such behav-
ior on her part. She could not imagine hanging onto him or
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himself to her since their conversation of the evening before. For
all he was still courteous, he was also cool toward her.

When evening came and the band of Cheysuli stopped to set
up camp, Alix found herself delegated to tend Duncan's fire as if
she-were a servant. She disliked the sensation. It made her feel a
true prisoner, even though she was treated mostly like a visitor.

Alix dumped a tree limb onto the fire and scowled at it
blackly, angry with herself for remaining so acquiescent to orders
and angry with the circumstances in general. When she sensed a
presence on the outer fringes of the firelight she straightened,
then gasped and stumbled back a step as she saw the baleful
gleaming eyes of a ruddy wolf.

It came closer, into the light, and blurred itself before her.
Alix released her breath and gritted her teeth as she saw the form
shape itself into Finn.

"Do you seek to frighten me to death?"

Finn laughed at her and squatted to pour himself a cup of
honey brew from the pot Duncan had set over the fire. After
several restorative swallows he fixed her with a bright gaze and
scratched idly at his cheek.

"Well, I have returned your princeling to safety."

Alix knelt down on a thick dark pelt, disgruntled enough to
speak rudely even to him. "You did not slay him?"

"Carillon is meant for a death, like all men, but it will not
come at my hands."

She shot him a dubious glance. "You would do whatever you
could in this personal war you wage against the Mujhar. Even to
slaying his heir, were you given the chance."

"But Duncan would not let me do it." He laughed at her
startled glance. "No, I would not slay Carillon. He has a part in
our own prophecy, if we are to believe he is the one the runes
show us. There is no name; only his deeds are written down. The
prophecy does not foretell the prince's death so soon, so you
may take comfort in that. First he must be Mujhar." Finn
studied her over the cup as he drank from it, still squatting by the
fire. "You do not seem to fret for him, mei jha. Have you
retrieved your heart from him so soon?"

Alix lifted her chin defiantly- "I will be with him soon
enough, when he returns for me."

"Your place is with us," he said seriously. "We are your
people. You do not belong with valley crofters or the majesty of
the Mujhar and his heir."

She knelt on me thick fur, leaning forward in supplication.
"You took me from my people. You stole me, as the Homanans
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the race you say is mine? By the gods, Finn, you even threatened
to force me!"

"I did not think you would have me willingly."

Alix released a breath in frustration. "Why will you not hear
me? Are you ever so witless as you seem?"

"Witless!"

"Do you do anything with any thought put to the conse-
quences?"

"The qu'mahlin has left us little time for thought. Most of die
time we act because we must."

"You use that as an excuse!" she cried. "You prate about the
qu'mahlin as if only you have suffered. Yet you leave me no
room to think perhaps your race has the right to curse Shaine,
because you behave as if you are free to do what you wish.
Duncan would have me see you are men like any other, yet you
behave as if the Cheysuli tire demons with no understanding of
what you do to others."

"You need learning," he said bluntly. "When we have reached
me Keep and you have spoken to the shar tahl. you will under-
stand better what it is to be Cheysuli. You will understand what
the qu'mahlin has done. Until then you are lost."

"Take me home," she said softly. "Finn, take me home."

He set the cup down and looked at her levelly. "I do.*'

Alix ground the heels of her hands against her eyes, feeling
the grittiness of exhaustion and tension. Her desperation was
growing, swelling up inside her until it threatened to burst her
chest and force tears from her eyes. She had no wish to cry
before Finn of all people, and the sensation of futility and
helplessness hurt so bad she could think only to hurt back.

"I will escape," she said firmly. "When I have the time, and
me opportunity, I will win free of you. Even does it come to
putting a knife into you."

He smiled. "You could not."

"I could."

"You have neither me spirit nor the strength to do it." •

Furious, Alix snatched up the pot of bubbling honey drink and
threw it at him. She saw the contents strike his upraised arm and
part of his face, then she was on her feet running.

Finn caught her before she reached the edge of the firelight.
Alix cried out as he caught one arm and twisted it behind her
back. Then he jerked her around until she faced him, and she
was suddenly terrified as he bent over her.

"If you would be so bold as to do that, meijha, and yet be
caught, you had best be prepared to suffer the consequences."

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dampness of the spilled drink as it stained her gown. She felt her
Up caught in his teeth, then stumbled back as Finn was jerked
away from her.

Alix gasped in pain and shock as Finn came off the ground,
hand to his knife. Then he froze, staring angrily at his assailant.

"You will not force a Cheysuli woman," Duncan said coldly.

Finn took his hand from his knife. "She may have our blood,
Duncan, but she has been reared Homanan. She wants humbling.
If you leave her to me, I will see to it she behaves with more
decorum."

"We do not humble our women, either," Duncan snapped.
"Leave her be."

"Why?" Finn demanded, all affronted male pride. "So yon
can take her?"

"No."

"If she is what you want as cheysula, clan-leader, then you
had best follow tradition and ask for her clan-rights in Council."

Duncan smiled thinly. "I ask no clan-rights of any woman this
year, rujfw. But if you are so hot to take her, you should hear
your own words. She is no light woman, Finn. Ask for her
clan-rights, when she has been proven to have mem."

Finn glared at him. "I have no need of formal clan-rights
where a woman is concerned. There are enough to be had
without taking a cheysula."

"Stop!" Alix cried, so loudly they both stared at her in
surprise. Self-consciously she swept "back her loose hair and
scowled at them. "I know nothing of these traditions you speak
of, or clan-rights, or Council . . or anything1. But you had best
know I will do nothing against my will! You may have forced
me to come with you now, but there will be a time when you do
not watch me, and I will get free of you all. Do you hear? You
cannot keep me!"

"You will stay," Duncan said calmly. "No one escapes the
Cheysuli."

Finn smiled. "The clan-leader has spoken, mei jha. We may
disagree, my rujho and I, but not on this."

Alix felt me tears welling in her eyes. She widened them
instinctively, trying to take back the moisture, but the first tear
fell. On a choked sob she spun and ran from them, wondering
what animal they would send to fetch her back.

She found a damp mossy area beneath a huge beech tree not
far from camp and sat down quickly, loose-limbed and awkward.
For a moment she gazed blindly at the shadows and wondered
forlornly if she would ever see her home again. Then the enor-
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chest and hugged them, hiding her face in her torn and stained
skirts.

Liren, said a gentle voice, so empathetic it nearly undid her.
Liren.

Alix turned her head against the rough weave of her gown and
saw Storr waiting quietly in the moonlight. For a moment resent-
ment replaced her grief, then it faded. She knew, somehow,
Slorr had come on his own, not because he was sent to take her
back to camp.

/ was not sent, he said. / came because you are in pain, and in
need.

"You speak as a wise old man," she whispered.

I am a wise-old wolf. he said, sounding amused. But there is
not so much difference, for all that.

Alix smiled at him and put out a hand. Storr moved to her and
allowed her to place a hand on his head. For a moment she was
stunned at what she did; touching a wolf, she thought silently.
But Storr was patient and very gentle, and she did not fear him.

"You are Finn's ffr," she murmured. "How can you be so
wise and trustworthy and belong to Aun?"

Storr's eyes closed as she ran fingers through his thick pelt.
My lir is not always so hasty and unwise. You have confused
him.

"I!"

He saw you and wanted you. Then he found you were Cheysuli,
and his rujholla. He has had no one but Duncan for too long.

"Well, he will not have me."

You must take someone . . . someday.

"I will not have a beast like him!"

Storr sighed. Remember, what name you give him fits you
also. You are Cheysuli. It may seem strange now, but you will be
happier among us than elsewhere.

"I would sooner go home. Home home; not this Keep."

Even knowing you are not like others?

"Aye, And I am no different."

But you are. Knowing yourself different makes you different.
Think of the qu'mahlm. The Mujhar's decree applies also toyou.

"I am his granddaughter."

And Cheysuli. You do not know Shaine. But know this—if your
kinship to him were more important than your race, you would
be in Homana-Mujhar.

She knew he was right. But she could not say it, even when he
nudged her hand and went away.                      \

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shadows. "You must not give credence to his words. All too
often Finn speaks without thought."

Alix looked at him and wished herself as far from Duncan and
his brother as could be. But since the wish did not work, she
answered him.

"You arc nothing alike."

"We are. You have not seen it yet."

"You cannot make me believe you are as angry, or as cruel."
She sighed in surrender and picked at the moss. "Or else you do
not show it."

Duncan squatted before her, hands hanging loosely over his
knees. "Finn was but three when the qu'mahlin began. He has
little memory of the peace in our clan—or in the land—before it.
He knows only the darkness and blood and pain of Shaine's
war."

"What of you?"

He stared at the moss she was destroying with rigid, nervous
fingers. "I was five," he said finally. "Like him, I awoke in the
middle of the night when our pavilion fell under me hooves of
Homanan horses. It was set on fire even though the Mujhar's
men saw we were only children, and too small to do much harm.
They did not care." He caught her hand suddenly, stilling it as if
its movements disturbed him. His eyes were pale in Ac moonlight.
"You must understand. We were small, but such things remain
clear."

"What do you say?" she whispered, sensing his need to have
her comprehension.

"That you should understand why he plagues you. He is bitter
toward Shaine, and Homanans in general. Carillon is the Mujhar*s
heir." He paused. "And you want him ... not Finn.'*

"But if your story is true, Finn is my brother!"

Duncan sighed. "You were raised apart. Why should he not
desire a woman, even after he has teamed she is bloodkin to
him?"

Alix stared at him, hand still caught in his. The stubborn
conflict she felt rise at Finn's name faded beneath a new—and
more frightening—comprehension. She saw before her a solemn-
faced warrior who seemed to be waiting fix something from her.

For a moment she nearly rose and fled, unable to face die
conflict. But she restrained the instinct. There was the faintest
whisper of knowledge within her soul, die realization of a power
she had never thought she might have, and it astonished her.

"Duncan ..." she said softly, "what is this tahlmorra you
say I should feel?"

"You will know it."

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"How?"

"You will know it."

"And do you say ... do you say every Cheysuli has this
tahlmorra'!"

"It is something that binds us all, as tightly as the prophecy.
But it has weakened in many of us because so many of us have
been lost and forced to take Homanan women to get children."
His mouth twisted into a wry smile. "I am not proud of that. But
ft must be done, if we are to survive. But there are some of us
who feel tahlmorra more clearly than others." He brought her
hand up, smoothing his thumb over the back of her palm. "Mine
has told me what will come. When we reach the Keep I will seek
out the shar tahl and have him show me the prophecy runes to be
certain. But I know it already."

Alix withdrew her hand, uneasy. "It has nothing to do with
me."

"ft is never wrong. The prophecy was given to us by me
Firstborn, who were sired by the old gods. It unveils itself in the
fairness of tone, and to those who listen and understand. I am
one of those who follow its path, Alix. I would give my life to
see the prophecy fulfilled." He smiled suddenly. "I will give my
life to see the prophecy fulfilled. That much is clear."

"You know your own death?" she whispered.

"Only that I will die as I am meant, serving the tahlmorra of
the prophecy. The Firstborn have said."

Alix looked away from me steadiness of his gaze. "You
confuse me."

"When you have spoken with the shar tahl. me confusion will
leave you. Be sure of that."

"And does Finn serve this same tahlmorraT9

Duncan laughed. "Finn follows a sort of tahlmorra. I think he
makes his own."

"I am no part of it," she told him severely.

His eyes were gentle. "Of Finn's ... no. The threads of your
tahlmorra are entwined with those of another man."

"Carillon?" she asked in a blaze of sudden hope.

He did not answer. She understood him then. Her head came
up until she met his gaze squarely. Then she got to her feet and
shook out her tattered skirts.

"If I am Cheysuli, I make my own tahlmorra. Like Finn."
She looked down on him. "You cannot force me, Duncan."

"I would not." He shook his head and rose, looming over her
in the darkness. "There is BO need."

"You will not force me!"

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His hand touched her face gently. "I would not, small one.
Your own tahlmorra will."

Alix stepped away from him, holding his eyes with her own
and denying him what she saw in his face. Then her resolution
wavered.

She turned and fled into the shadows of the camp.

Chapter Nine

The warning came as the warrior band rode through the thick
forest, making their own track. Cai broke through the mm veil of
tree limbs and foliage to seek out Duncan. Alix, glancing up in
surprise, saw the hawk wing down and light upon a branch.

They come, lir, the bird said. Mounted men in the Mujhar's
colors. Half-a-league; no more.

Duncan pulled his horse to a halt. Alix, seeking to remain
upright on the animal, caught at Duncan's waist. She felt the
tension in his body as if it were her own.

He half-turned in the saddle, muttering something under his
breath. Then, "I must find a place for you."

"You will fight them?"

"They will give us no choice, Alix. Why do you think they
come, save to slay us all?"

Alix opened her mouth to retort but suddenly could find no
words. Her mind was ablaze with sound so intense she knew it
was not something she beard with her ears. She thought her
head would burst with words, and it was only grabbing at
Duncan's waist that kept her on the horse. She mumbled
something, closing her eyes against me weight of voices, and
vaguely heard the approach of a horse. Duncan took no note of
her sudden weakness.

"Well, rujho." Finn's voice said, "the princeling did not lie.
He has given us little time."

Alix forced her eyes open and glared at him, though a part of
her attention was still claimed by me multitude of voices.

Do they not hear them? she wondered.

Duncan peached around and caught her arm, easing her down
from the horse until she had to scramble to stay upright. "Take
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Alix forcibly detached her mind from the other voices. "No!
Not with him!"

"See to her, rujho,^ Duncan said calmly. "I will not have her
harmed. These men will see only a shapechanger woman, and
would do her injury. I leave her to you.'*

Finn grinned down at her. "Do you see, met jha7 The clan-
leader passes you back to me."

"I wilt have none of you," she said with effort, trying to
speak beneath the weight of words in her mind. "Do you hear?"

Duncan said something to her but Alix heard nothing; she saw
only that his mouth moved. She clapped hands over her ears and
bowed her head, trying to withstand the patterns and tones in her
mind.

Finn's hands came down on her shoulders. Dimly she saw
Duncan lead his horse away, leaving Finn on foot with her. She
peered at him uncertainly.

"You have been given into my keeping," he announced. "I
do not intend to let you out of it."

"Is it sorcery?" she gasped. "Do you seek to take my mind
from me?"

Finn scowled at her. "You do not make sense, meijha. But I
have no time to listen to you now . . . can you not hear them?"

"I hear their voices'" she cried, trembling. Finn's look on
her was strange. "I speak of their horses, mei jha. I hear no
voices."

For a moment she pushed away the soundless words and
listened to reality. Through me forest came me sounds of men
battering their way through delaying brush. Her eyes flew to
Finn's.

"They will slay you," he said gently.

The weight began to fall from her mind. Faintly she heard
echoes of the tones and patterns, but she did not feel so bound by
diem. Her strength was spent. She nodded wearily at Finn and
did not protest as he led her deeper into the forest.

"Storr?" she asked softly.

"He is behind, watching. He—like the others—will fight the
Mujhar's men."

Finn pulled her down under cover of a broken tree trunk
leaning drunkenly against another. Quickly he set deadfall over
them, weaving a rapid shelter. When it was done he pushed her
down on her stomach and kneh beside her. Alix, still shaken
from the silent voices, watched from a distance as he loosened
his belt-knife and effortlessly nocked a yellow-fletched black
arrow to his compact, powerful bow.

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Alix put her head down on one arm and longed for the security
of her father's croft.

"Watch my back, mei jha," Finn said roughly. "I have no
time for women's fears."

She wrenched her head up and glared at him. His back was to
her, presenting an excellent target for a furious fist, but the
precariousness of their position was uppermost in her mind. She
put away the urge to do him harm and turned instead to watch
behind him, as he had bidden.

Alix's head ached. She scrubbed at her forehead as if to drive
the pain away, but it did no good. The voices were gone, only a
figment of memory, but it was enough to leave a residue. Her
entire body ached with me indignities she had been forced to
endure: sores remained on her legs from continued riding; brusies
dotted her flesh and her bones and muscles felt like rags. Her
mind, she knew dimly, was as exhausted. For all they insisted
they would do her no harm, the Cheysuli had accounted for more
pain and fatigue than she had ever thought possible.

At first she thought it was a Cheysuli horse crashing through
the brush toward their thin shelter. Alix stared silently up at me
man a moment before she realized he was a mailed man-at-arms
in the scarlet-and-black tunic livery of me Mujhar, sword drawn.

Relief flooded through her. She would escape Finn and the
others now, putting herself into the care of a Mujharan guardsman,
who would surely rescue her from her plight. Alix sighed in
relief and crawled forward as the man's eyes fell on hers. The
beginnings of her smile of greeting faded.

The sword lifted in a gloved hand, swinging back over his
shoulder. Transfixed, Alix stared at the bright blade. It hung
over her, poised to fall, and in a blinding flash of realization she
knew Duncan's words were true. They would slay her where she
stood, and call her shapechanger.

Alix lunged backward into Finn. He turned sharply and hissed
something, men saw why she moved. He said nothing more. The
arrow's flight was unmarked in passing, but Alix saw me feath-
ered shaft quiver out of the guardsman's throat. He fell back in
the saddle, crying out something in a gurgling voice. Then he
tumbled from his bolting horse.

She stuffed a fist into her mouth to keep from screaming,
aware only that Finn had left her and was fighting hand-to-hand
with yet another guardsman. Alix recoiled, staring open-mouthed
at me straining men. A bough jabbed her in the small of her
back, tearing through me woolen fabric and into her flesh, but
she was oblivious to me pain.

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rictus of concentration bums ba teeth. Muscles bulged beneath
his annbands aa he fought to keep the Made ffOBB his tfaroat.

Alix mumbled somelfamg to herself, unaware she spoke. Rim
drove his knife upward into die guardsman's stomach, but not
before the man managed to bring his own weapon down in a
slashing motion that penetrated Finn's rib cage.

Alix cried out again, men heard a strange moaning sound and
saw me Cheysuli blur himself into his wolf-shape. Before her
horrified eyes the wolf leaped on me man and bore him to the
ground, ripping his throat away.

Sickened, she leaped to her feet and fled the shelter.

"Alix!"

She ran on, ignoring Finn's human cry.

"Alix!"

An agonized glance over her shoulder showed him coming
after her, bloodied knife in one hand. She blurted out a garbled
denial and ran on, breaking her way with outstretched hands.

A horse drove through the brush before her, pawing hooves
flailing at her head as its rider jerked to to a halt. Alix ducked
down and threw up a beseeching hand, expecting a blow from
one of me hooves. She saw an enraged face hanging over her as
the guardsman drew his broadsword.

"Shapechanger witch!"

"No!" she shrieked. "No!"

"You'll not tive to bear more of the demons!" he cried,
lowering me blade in a hideous slash.

Alix threw herself flat onto the ground and heard an eerie
whistle as the blade flew past her head. Then she scrambled up
and instinctively dashed directly at me horse.

The wolf-shape hurtled past her, leaping, and took me man
from me horse in one sweeping lunge. Alix heard the guardsman
cry out. The horse screamed and reared, striking out.

The guardsman's broadsword fell at her feet as she stumbled
away from me terrified horse. The man, now on foot, lifted his
knife to slash at the wolf leaping toward his throat. The point
slid sideways and tore open one furred shoulder, driving me wolf
back.

The soldier bent for his sword, caught it up and advanced on
me snarling animal. "Demon!" he hissed. "Know what it is to
die in mat shape!"

Alix threw herself forward and grabbed at his arm, thwarting
his blow. The mail bit into her hands and face as she hung onto
the arm. One Jerk knocked her to the ground so hard she lay
mere, hatf-stunned-

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gne. m to place stood a CheysuH wamor whose knife found a
•BW sheath in the guardsman's throat. His Mood splattered Alix as
the body fell next to her.

Finn stood over her, clasping his left shoulder. His jerkin was
heavy with blood from me wound in his ribs. Amazed, Alix saw
a grin on his battered face.

"So, meijha. you feel enough for me to risk your own life."

Burgeoning panic and me sickening smell of blood drove her
to her feet. Alix stood before him unsteadily, trembling with
rage and reaction. She wiped a band across her face and felt me
dampness of me man's blood.

"I wish death on no one, shapechanger- Not even you."

Another horse crashed through me trees, leaping mailed bod-
ies as they lay scattered on the forest floor. Alix swung around in
panic and saw Carillon on his chestnut wafhorse. He wore his
Cheysuli sword but had not unsheathed it.

"Alix!" He Jerked the horse to a halt. staring down at the man
Finn had slain. The Cheysuli warrior, weaponless, glared wrathfufly
at me prince.

"Do you slay me now, lordling?" he demanded, lowering his
hand from me wound in his shoulder.

Carillon ignored him and reached out to Alix. "Quickly.
Climb up behind me."

She moved forward, stunned by the suddenness of her rescue,
but Finn's bloody hand on her arm stopped her.

"Meijha ..."

She wrenched her arm free. "I go with Carillon," she said
firmly. "As I told you once before."

"Alix, waste no time," Carillon urged.

"Meijha. stay with your clan," Finn said.

Alix grasped Carillon's hand and pulled herself onto the horse's
broad hindquarters. Her arms settled around the prince's hips,
resting on his swordbelt. She sent Finn a significant look of
triumph.

"I do not stay. I go home . . , with Carillon."

Finn scowled blackly up at mem. Carillon, smiling oddly,
tapped his sword hilt. "Another time, shapechanger." He spun
the chestnut and sent him leaping back the way he had come.

Alix, clinging to him, saw with horror me carnage as they
passed, liveried guardsmen lay scattered through me forest, some
displaying me marks of beasts. She shuddered and pressed her-
self against Carillon's back, sickened by the results of me forest
battle.

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lush meadow. The edge of the forest fell behind them, and with
it die grim toll of dead.

**I said I would come," Carillon said above the sound of
pounding hooves.

"So many are slain ..." she said.

"The MuJhar's vengeance."

Alix swallowed and put a hand to her tangled, blood-matted
hair. "I saw only slain guardsmen. Carillon. There were no
Cheysuli."

She fete him stiffen and expected a curt reply, but the prince
said nothing. The golden hilt of his sword pressed against her
left arm as she hung on, and she stared at its huge ruby and the
golden Homanan lion crest in wonder.

Hole's sword . . . she whispered within her mind. My father?

A hawk broke free of the trees and flew to catch them. It
circled over mem, drifted a moment, men drove closer. The
warhorse, shying as me bird neared his bead, plunged sideways.

Alix saw me hawk as it streaked by mem, circling to return, ft
was me smaller one she had conversed with in the forest, and she
nearly fell from me plunging horse as her grip loosened in shock.
Carillon, cursing, tried to rein the stallion into control.

The hawk drove close again, wings snapping against the horse's
head. Alix felt me smooth hindquarters bunch and slide from
beneath her, though she grabbed at Carillon's leather doublet.
She cried out and tumbled awkwardly to me ground.

Carillon called her name but the frightened horse would not
allow him to approach. The prince wrestled with the reins,
muttering dire threats under his bream, but Alix saw no good
come of his words. She sat up dazedly and fingered the lump on
me back of her head.

Stay with me, the bird said. Stay.

"Let me go!" she cried, getting unsteadily to her feet.

Stay.

"No!"

/ ask, small one. I am not Finn, who takes. The bird hesitated.
/ ask.                                                "^

Realization flooded her. "Duncan!'

Stay with me.

"Duncan ... let me go with him. It is what I want."

It does not serve the prophecy.

"It is not my prophecy!" she cried, lifting a fist into the air.
"It is not mine!"

And the tahlmorra?

Alix was conscious Carillon had calmed the warhorse somewhat.

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Tile prince jumped off Die chestnut and dragged him behind,
crossing to her with long steps.

"Alix!"

She stared at the hawk drifting idly in the sky. "It is not my
prophecy," she said, more quietly. "Nor is it my tahlnwrra.1'

But it is mine . , .

Alix turned to Carillon, shoving tangled loose hair out of her
face. "I go with you. If you can keep your horse in check, I will
stay aboard."

She saw questions in his eyes but he did not ask mem.
Eloquently, silently, he gestured toward the hawk.

Alix stared up at it, aware of a sensation of regret. "If you
would stop me, shapechanger, you must do as your brother- And
to do mat earns you my enmity."

The bird paused in mid flight. That, it said after a moment, is
not entirely what I seek.

"Then let me go."

The hawk said nothing more. It circled a last time, men soared
higher into the sky and flew away.

CariUon touched her shoulder. "Alix?"

Strangely defeated and somehow bereft, she turned to him.
She spread her hands. "You may take me to Homana-Mujhar,
my lord, and to my grandsire."

His hand tightened on her shoulder. "I have warned you what
he may feel when he sees you."

She smiled grimly through her dirt and blood stains. "I will
take that chance."

Carillon caught her waist and swung her up on me quieted
horse. He put her in the saddle and she clutched at it, surprised.
He mounted behind her and took up the reins, setting his arms
around her waist.

"I think the Mujhar may find his granddaughter is no simple
crofter's child."

Alix smiled wearily as me stallion moved on. "He raised a
willful daughter. Let him see how that spirit serves Undir's
child."

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BOOK II

"The Mei jha"

Chapter One

Carillon took Alix first to the croft so she could see Torrin and
show him she was well- As they rode down the hills into tfae
valley Alix had known all her life, she felt a strange sense of
bomecoming mixed with loneliness. Her relief at seeing the lush
valley again was tinged with sadness and regret, for she realized
her few days with the Cheysuli had altered her perceptions
forever.

"It seems odd," Carillon said quietly as he guided the chest-
nut toward the stone crofter's cottage built along the treeline.

"Odd?"

"Torrin lived among the halls of Homana-Mujhar. privy to
much of Shaine's confidences. Yet he gave it up to work the land
like a tenant-crofter owing yearly rents to his lord."

Alix, slumped wearily in the saddle, nodded. "My father—"
She broke off, then continued in a subtly altered tone. "Torrin
has ever been a man of deepness and dark silences. I begin to see
why, I think."

"If the story is true, he has carried a burden on his soul for
many years."

Alix straightened as the whitewashed door of the croft squeaked
open. Torrin came out and stood staring as Carillon took the
horse in to him.

"By me gods . . ," Torrin said hoarsely, "I thought you
taken by beasts, Alix."

She, seeing him through different eyes, marked the seams of
age in his worn face and the dunning of his graying hair cropped
close against his head. His hands, once so powerful, had callused
and gnarled with crofter's work over the years, so different from
an arms-master's craft. Even his broad shoulders had shrunk,
falling in as if the weight of me realm rested on mem.

What manner of man was he before he took me from the
Mujhar? she wondered. What has this burden done to him?

Alix slid free of the horse as Carillon halted him. standing
straight and tall before the man she had called father all her life.
Then she put out her hand. palm up, and spread her fingers.

"Know you what this is?" she asked softly.

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weatber-bumed face until he resembled little more than a dead
man with glistening eyes.

"Alix ..." he said gently. "Alix, I could not tell you. I
feared to lose you to them."

"But I have come back." she said. "I have been with mem,
and I have come back."

He aged before her eyes. "I could not tell you."

Carillon stepped off his horse and walked slowly forward, skin
stretched taut across the bones of his face. "Then it is true, this
shapechanger tale. Lindir went willingly, forsaking the betrothal
because of Shaine's liege man."

Tomn sighed and ran a gnarled hand through his hair. "It was
a long time ago. I have put much of it away. But I see you must
know it, now." He smiled a little. "My lord prince, when last I
saw you, you were but a year old. It is hard to believe that
squalling infant has become a man."

Alix stepped up to Torrin and took one of his hands in hers.
She felt the weariness and resignation in his body.

"I will go to my grandsire," she said softly. "But first I will
hear the truth of my begetting."

Torrin led them inside and gestured for Carillon to seat him-
self at a rectangular slab table of scarred wood. Alix paced the
room like a fretful dog, seeking security in the familiarity she
had ever known.

Finally, knowing it eluded her, she stopped before the fire-
place and faced Torrin. "Tell me. I would know it all."

He nodded, pouring a cup of thin wine for Carillon and
another for himself. Then he sat down on a stool and stared
fixedly at me beaten dirt floor.

"Lindir refused Ellic of Solinde from the very first. She
would not be marriage bait, she said, to be given to Ellic like a
tame puppy. Shame was furious and ordered her to do his
bidding. When she remained defiant, he said he would place her
under guard and sent her to Lestra, Bellam's city. Lindir was
ever a determined woman, but she also recognized me strength
in her father. He would have done it."

"So she fled," Atix said softly.

"Aye." Torrin blew out a heavy breath. "Hale did not steal
her. That was a tale the Mujhar put out, to justify the affront to
his pride. Later, when Ellinda died and Lorsilla bore no living
children, he decided it was a curse laid against his House by
roe Cheysuli. What Lindir did made him half-mad, I thought.
She had kept her secret well. None knew of her feelings for
Hate."

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"He had a woman at the Keep," Alix said. "Yet he left her
for Lindir."

Torrin looked at her steadily. "You will understand such
tilings one day, Alix, when you have met me man you will have.
Lindir was the sort all men loved, but she would have no one,
until Hale." He shrugged. "She was eighteen, and more beauti-
ful man anything I have ever seen. Had she been born a boy—
with all her pride and strength—she would have made Shaine die
finest heir a king could want."

"But she refused Ellic."

Torrin snorted. "I did not say she was acquiescent. Lindir had
a way about her mat ensorcelled all men, even her father, until
he would wed her to the Solindish heir. Then she showed her
own measure of the Mujhar's strength and stubbornness."

Carillon sipped his wine, men set the cup down. "My uncle
never speaks of it. What I have beard has come from others."

"Aye," Torrin agreed. "The Mujhar was a proud man. Lin-
dir defeated him. Few men of so much pride will speak of such
things."

"What happened?" Alix asked, hugging herself before the
fire.

"The night of me betrothal, when all the lords of Solinde and
Homana garnered in me Great Hall, Lindir walked out of Homana-
Mujhar in the guise of a serving woman. Hale went as a red fox,
and no one knew either of them as they left the city. He was not
seen again."

"What of Lindir?" Carillon asked.

Torrin sighed. "She disappeared. Shaine sent troops after
mem, of course, swearing Hale had stolen her for himself. But
neither was ever found, and within a year the Lady Ellinda was
dead of a wasting disease. Shaine's second wife, me Lady
Lorsilla, was made barren when she lost the boy who would
have been prince. But I have told you that. Shaine began Us
purge the morning after the boy was born dead, and it has
continued since."
- Alix shivered. "But. . . Lindir came back,"

Torrin's hands clenched against his knees. "She came back
eight years after Shaine began the purge. Hale was dead and she
herself was ill. The Mujhar accepted her only because he needed
an heir, and when Lindir died after bearing a giri he would not
accept it. He said me purge would continue. The Lady Lorsilla
and myself pleaded with him not to have roe child left to die in
the forests. He said I could take roe girl, if I left his service and
swore never to allow her in Mujhara. I agreed."

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Alix stared at him. "You did all that for a halfiing giri-
child . . ."

He swallowed heavily. "Had Shaine cast you out, I could not
have served him again. Taking you was the best thing I have
ever done."

"Then they are not demons?"

Torrin shook his head slowly. "The Cheysuli have never been
demons. They have arts we do not, and most of us fear them for
it, but they do not use them for ill."

"Why did you allow me to believe they were?"

"I never called them demons, Alix. But neither could I tell
you differently, or your own innocence in defending them would
draw suspicion. Had Shaine ever heard of you, he might have
called you to him. He might have rescinded his decision to let
me keep you as my own."

"And Hate?" she asked softly.

Torrin's head bowed. "Hale served his lord with a loyalty no
other man could hope for. It was Lindir who twisted that loyalty.
Hale was a good man. You have no need to fear the memory of
your father.*'

Alix went to him and knelt before him, placing soft hands
over his hardened ones. She put her forehead down on his knee.

"You will ever be my father!" she said brokenly.

Torrin placed one hand on her bowed head. "You are my
daughter, Alix. If your blood begins to show you another way, I
understand it. There is magic in a Cheysuli soul." He sighed and
smoothed her hair. "But you will be my daughter as long as I
live."

"I will never leave you!"

He cradled her head, lifting it so she could see his face.
"Alix, I think you must. I served with the Cheysuli years before
your birth; I know their strength and dedication and their magnifi-
cent honor. They did not ask for this qu'mahlin. But they realize
it is a part of their tahlnwrra."

"You speak of that!"

He smiled sadly. "I have reared a Cheysuli girl-child m my
house, and in my heart. How could I not?"

A chilling sensation rippled through her body. "Then you
knew . . . one day . . ."

"I have ever known." He leaned forward and kissed her brow
softly. "A Cheysuli can never deny his tahlnwrra. To do so
angers the gods."

"I did not want this," she said dully.

Torrin removed his hands and sat back from her as if to
illustrate the sacrifice he made. "Go with the prince. Alix. I

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would keep you, if I could, but it is not tee will of die gods." He
smiled, but the pain remained in his eyes. "The path to your
tahlmorra lies another way."

*'I will stay," she whispered.

Carillon rose quietly and moved to her. "Come, cousin. It is
time you met your grandsire."

"You have brought me home. Cannon. It is enough."

He bent and grasped her arms. pulling her upright. Alix jerked
around and glared at him. "You would have me think you no
better than Finn—ordering me this way and mat!"

He grinned at her. "Then perhaps he has me right of it. What
else can a man do when a woman defies him, save force her?"

She took a step away from him. "I will see me Mujoar
another time."

"If you do not come now, you will never do it." Carillon
glanced at Torrin and saw me confirmation in his eyes. The
prince smiled faintly and took her arm once again.

"You will come here another time," Torrin said.

Alix, testing Carillon's grip tentatively, gave it up. She looked
down on the slump-shouldered man who had been a king's
arms-master before taking a halfling girl-child to his heart.

"I have loved you well," she whispered.

Torrin rose, looking at her as if he hurt. Then he cradled her
head in his gnarled hands and kissed her forehead.

Carillon led her from the croft.

The prince took her out of tee forests and the valleys into
Mujhara, and through its cobbled streets. Alix sat behind him
silently, clinging to his waist as if his closeness would give her
confidence. The gleaming city with its winding, narrow streets
took away her powers of speech. Alix was acutely aware of her
torn and stained garments and bare feet.

"I do not belong here," she muttered.

"You belong wherever you wish to be," Carillon said. He
gestured. "Homana-Mujhar."

She looked past his arm and saw the stone walls rising before
her. The fortress-palace stood on a gentle rise within the city
itself, hidden behind time-woro walls of rose-colored, undressed
stone. Before teem towered massive bronze-and-timber gates,
attended by eight men liveried in tee Mujhar's colors. Alix saw
red tunics over light chain mail, emblazoned with a rampant
black lion. It was tee proud coat-of-arms she had seen etched
into Carillon's ruby seal ring; and stamped into tee heavy gold of
me sword hilt.

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Carillon with brief salutes. As their incurious eyes fell on her she
let go of Carillon's waist, blushing in shame.

"Carillon . . . take me back to tee croft! I should not be
heiel"

"Be silent, Alix. This place is your legacy.**

"And Shaine sent TOG from it"'

He did not answer her. She was forced to sit quietly on his
warhorse and ride inexorably toward tee huge palace. Alix closed
her eyes as they entered the bailey and wished herself elsewhere.

Duncan was right. . . Homana-Mujhar is not/or me.

Carillon stopped the horse before a flight of marble steps teat
led up to tee palace of Homanan kings. A groom raced over to
catch the reins and bowed reverently; Carillon jumped down and
lifted Alix from tee horse before she could protest. She kept her
head lowered as he took her up the smooth, dark-veined steps
into tee rose-colored palace, until she saw the first servant stare
at her with undisguised contempt. Carillon did not see it, but Alix
was instantly aware how her arrival would be regarded. Every-
one would think her some lice-ridden woman of tee streets if she
behaved as one, so she resolutely lifted her head. She summoned
her pride and confidence and went with Carillon as if she be-
longed with him.

She saw magnificent tapestries picked out in rainbow colors;

candleracks holding fresh candles glowing with flame; thick rugs
and clean rushes; ornaments and heavily embroidered arrases at
doorways. Liveried servants bowed respectfully to Carillon and
included her in their homage. Inwardly she smiled at tee change
in attitude a little arrogance brought.

But when Carillon escorted her up a winding stairway of red
stone to a doorway of hammered bronze, Alix halted abruptly.
"Where do you take me?"

"These are tee chambers of the Lady Lorsilla."

"Shaine's wifeT'

"She will see to it you are bathed and dressed as befits a
princess, before you meet the Mujhar." He smiled at her. "Alix,
I promise you will be safe."

She swallowed and glared at him. "I do not wish to be safe. I
wish to go back to tee croft."

Carillon ignored her and rapped on tee bronze door. Alix
closed her eyes and consigned herself to the netherworld. The
defiance she had held in abundance when first learning of her
heritage fled, leaving her cold and lonely within tee massive
palace.

"Carillon!" cried a woman's voice as the door swung open.
"You are returned so soon?"

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Alix opened her eye*. She saw a chambermaid at the door,
curtsying to Carillon, and beyond her a tiny Moode woman in a
silken blue robe banded with white fur.

"I have brought back what I said I would," Carillon said
gravely. "Regardless what my uncle wishes."

The woman sighed and smiled wryly. "You are more like
Shaine man you know, at times. Well, let me see her."

Carillon led Alix forward. She heard the door shut behind
them and swallowed against the sudden fear in her throat.

The woman sat on a cushioned bench of dark stone. She
settled the rich robe more comfortably around her shoulders.
"Alix, you are well come."

"No," Atix said. "I am not Shaine cast me out before; I
have no doubt he would do so again."

Lorsilla, queen of Homana, smiled warmly. "He must see
you, first. And I think he will hold his tongue, if only from sheer
amazement."

"Or hatred."

"He cannot bate what he does not know," Lorsilla said
gently. "Alix, be is your grandsire. His anger was never at you,
but at himself for losing Lindir. Had he treated her more gently
when she refused EUic, she might have remained here."

Alix gestured helplessly, indicating her tatters and blood-
streaked face. "I am not the sort a king would acknowledge."

Carillon laughed. "You will be, when she has done with you.
As for me, I will leave you to the lady. When I come for you.
you will be ready to face even me harshest of men."

Instinctively she whirled and caught his hand. "Carillon!"

He detached himself gently. "I must go, Alix. It is not my
place to see you bathed and dressed." His grin was amused.
"Though I would not mind it so much, myself."

Lorsilla lifted a delicate brow. "Carillon, conduct yourself
with more decorum."

He laughed at her and bowed, men took his leave.

Alix stood before the queen of Homana and shivered once,
involuntarily. Her feet ached and her face burned with shame.

Lorsilla rose and moved forward. She touched a soft hand
across the healing weft on Alix's face and brushed away the
dried remains of the guardsman's blood. Her voice was very
gentle.

"You have no need to fear me, Alix. I am your granddame."

Alix's voice shook. "But I am a halfling . . ."

The tiny woman smiled sadly. "I will have no children of my
own, and no grandchildren. Let me at least have Undir's daughter,
for a time."

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She bowed her head and nodded, hiding the welling of grief in
her heart. She heard the woman older a barn drawn and clothing
to be prepared. Then Lorsilla laughed sofdy.

"You have been raised a croft-giri, AKx. Now you will know
what it is to claim me heritage Shaine denied you. I will make
you a princess, my girl."

She swallowed painfully. "But I am Cheysuli."

Lorsilla's delicate face grew stem. "ft does not matter. You
are Shame's granddaughter, and mat is enough for me."

But what of him? she wondered apprehensively. What of the
't Mnfhar himself?

Chapter Two

Alix went before her grandsire in silks and velvets, girdled with
gold and garnets. The rich brown fabrics whispered against her
legs and fine slippers hugged her bruised feet. Her head felt
heavy with the weight of her hair, laced with pearls and tiny
garnets. Her ears ached dully with fresh piercing, but me gems
guttering in them assuaged her pain.

The croft-giri was gone as she stood before me Mujhar of
: Homana, and she wondered if that giri would ever return to her.

Carillon, standing next to her in me huge audience hall,
radiated pride and confidence. But Shaine dominated the hall
with inborn power and strength of will.

"My lord," Carillon said quietly, "mis is Alix. Lindir's
daughter."

The Mujhar stood on a low marble dais mat spread me entire
width of me hall. Behind him, raised on grasping lion's claws,
. stood a carved throne banded with bronze and silver; cushioned
1 in silks and velvets. Etched deeply within the throne was scroll-
: work of gold paint, and the wood gleamed with polishing. The
gcent of beeswax and power hung in the air. Shaine himself wore
black and gold, and the harsh pride of an arrogant man.

His gray eyes narrowed at Carillon's announcement. Alix
stared at him, concentrating on the fact he was her grandsire and
oot Homaoa's king. It did not help.

A wide circlet of emeralds and diamonds set in gold banded
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it did not tude the determination of his jaw or the tight line of his

lips.
There is HO forgiveness in this man . . . Alix realized.

Accordingly, die lifted her head proudly and finned her own
mouth. Carillon stepped away from her, renouncing his right to
speak for her, but it did not dusturb her. She was beyond fear or
reticence and let die instincts she had only sensed rule her
actions. Her defiance flashed across the Great Hall to strike
Shaine like a blow.

"I see nothing of Lindir in you," the Mujhar said quietly. **I
see only a shapechanger's stamp."

"What does it tell you, my lord?"

He stared at her, face taut and remote. "It tells me you have
no place here. It speaks to me of treachery and sorcery, and a
Cheysuli curse.'*

"But you admit it is true I might be Lindir's child."

A flicker shadowed me gray eyes a moment. Alix could sense
Shaine's consideration of rejecting her outright, but she knew his
pride too well for that. He would not quail before acknowledging
his wish to rid himself of a halfling child, even at birth.

"Carillon says you are that child," he said finally. "Also that
Torrin had the raising of you. So you may call yourself Undir's
child if you wish—it does you no good. I will not acknowledge
you."

"1 did not come expecting acknowledgment."

His dark brows rose. "You did not? I find mat difficult to
believe."

Alix kept her hands away from roe golden girdle with effort,
fighting down her nervousness. "I came because I wished to see
the man who could cast out a child and curse an entire race. I
came to see the man who began the qu'mahlin."

"Use no shapechanger words to me, girl. I will not have it in
mis place."

"Once you welcomed them."

His gray eyes burned with inward rage. "I was deceived.
Their sorcery is strong. But I will take retribution for it."

Alix lifted her head in a reflection of his arrogance. "Is what
Lindir did worth the destruction of an entire race, my lord? Do
you seek to be no better than Bellam of Sofinde, who wants only
to humble this land?"

Carillon drew a quick breath of dismay but she paid it no
heed. She held Shame's eyes with her own and felt the power in
me man. She began to wonder, deep within her soul, if she had
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"You are Cheysuli," the Mujhar said harshly. "You are
subject to death . . . like all of them."

"You would have me slain, then?"

"Cheysuli are under penalty of death."

Carillon moved closer to her. "What Lindir did was long ago,
and best forgotten. You cast Alix away once. Do not do it
again."

"You have no place in this, Carillon!" Shaine lashed. "Take
yourself from this hall."

"No."

"Do as I bid."

"No, my lord."

Shaine glared at him, hands knotting on his gold belt. "The
Cheysuli took you prisoner and set a wolf on you. This giri is
one of mem. How can you defy me like this?"

"Alix is my cousin, my lord. Bloodkin. I will not see her
treated so, even by you,''

The Mujhar's breath hissed through his teeth as he stepped
wrathfiilly from the dais. He stood before the empty firepit
running the length of the hall.

"You do not speak to me so! I am your liege lord. Carillon,
and I have made you my heir. Am I to believe the shapechangers
have used sorcery on you, to win you to their side? Must I
disinherit you?"

Alix looked sharply at Carillon and saw his face go bloodless,
jaw clenched as tightly as Shaine's.

"You may do as you will, my lord, but it seems futile to
disinherit the only possible heir to Homana's throne. Did you not
live through too many empty years in hopes of getting one
before?"

"Carillon!"

"You have made me your heir," he said steadily. "But it
does not take my humanity from me."

"Get yourself from this hall!"

%    Alix stepped forward. "So you may deal with me alone? So
J- you may have me taken from this place and slain on me altar of
H your pride?"

^    Shaine's face blanched white. "You do not speak freely in this
^  hall, shapechanger witch! You will do as I bid you!"

Alix opened her mourn to answer but a sudden chiming tone
within her mind banished the words. Stunned, she stared blindly
at the Mujhar. Cai's gentle tone wove its familiar pattern in her
mind.

/ am here. liren. Should the man grow too full of himself, we
shall show him something; you and I.

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Coi! she cried silently,

/ am here for you, Uren. This petty lord cannot harm you.

Alix began to smile. "Cai."

Carillon stiffened. "Alix, what do you say?"

She ignored him. She looked steadily at die Mujhar and spoke
softly, with renewed confidence. A sense of power and resolve
was growing within her.

"My lord, you rule here through the sufferance of the Cheysuli.
You owe them more than you will admit."

"I will drive them from this land!" he roared, face congesting.
"They arc demons! Sorcerers! Servitors of the dark gods ... no
better than me Dilini. I will see they are destroyed!"

"And you will destroy roe very heart of Homana!" she shouted.
"Foolish man—you do not deserve to be king of an honorable

land!"

He raised his hand to her, stepping forward. Alix, unflinching,
stood before him, but before me blow could fall she felt a flaring
of power within her mind. It reached out, seeking, and the
magnificent hawk answered it.

The velvet arras hanging at a narrow casement rippled and
billowed aside asihelir winged into die hall. His passage set die
candles guttering, throwing eerie shadows against the stone walls.
Many of the tapers winked out, plunging the hall into flickering
relief. Wall sconces flared and smoked as his wingspan flurried

them.

Shaine turned as he felt the beat in me wind. His raised band
fell to his side as he stared speechlessly at the hawk. A garbled
sound broke from bis throat as Cai whipped a slash of air across
his face.

The bird of prey circled me lofty hammer-beamed hau gracefully;

eloquently powerful. Alix felt a welling of pride so sharp it hurt.
As she watched him she began to understand the magic of her
blood, and to understand what it was to be Cheysuli.

They have not lied ... she whispered silently. They have said
the truth—that it is better to he part of an accursed race with a
god-gift in the blood, than to be a Uriess Homanan.

Cm circled and flew toward mem again, dark eyes brightened
by me flames of the sconces and candleracks. He slowed, stall-
ing with broad wings, and settled himself upon the back of the
throne. He mantled once, then perched in perfect silence on the
dark lion throne of Homana.

There, Uren; have we made the man take notice?

Alix laughed joyously within her mind, welcoming her god-
gift, and felt me hawk's approval.

Shaine stumbled away from her, but neither did he go near me

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throne with its hawk headpiece. The Mujhar's hand raised and
pointed at the bird.

"Is this your doing? Do you summon the familiars of demons?"

"He is a lir, my lord," she said evenly. "Surely you recall
them. Hale had one, did be not?"

"Go from here!" Shaine cried hoarsely. "Leave this place! I
will not suffer a Cheysuli within Homana-Mujhar!"

"Willingly, my lord grandsire," she said clearly. "Nor will I
suffer a foolishly vain man longer than I must."

His face contorted. "Leave mis place before I have my guard
take you!"

Alix was so angry she ached with it. She turned her rigid back
on me Mujhar and walked to me open doors at the end of the
ball. There she swung around once more.

"I see now why Lindir took her leave of you, my lord. I only
wonder she did not do it sooner."

Alix went unaccosted into the darkness of the cobbled bailey
courtyard. As she picked up her skirts to hasten toward the tall
gates she heard the clash of gold and gems at her girdle and
realized she fled with some of me Mujhar's riches. Then she
hardened her heart and determined to keep mem, if only to have
a legacy of her mother. She had no coin; the gems would serve,

Alix glanced over her shoulder apprehensively, expecting to
be followed. From aU accounts Shame was too vain to let such
an affront to his pride go unremarked; if she did not win free or
Homana-Mujhar quickly she might soon taste the hospitality of
his dungeons. When she turned back, hitching her skirts higher,
she saw a shadow detach itself from (he wall and come at her.

She stumbled back in alarm as the looming figure caught her.
Before she could cry out a hand fastened firmly over her mourn.

"Be silent!" hissed a whisper.

By the gods, Shaine will have me slain! She struggled against
the hard body, fighting the guardsman with all her strength. The
hand clenched against her jaw painfully, restraining her teeth as
she sought to bite. Her free hand clawed for bis face and missed,
dragging across a bare arm and stopping against the warmth of
embossed metal.

Alix froze.

*W<w will you be still?" the man asked. He removed his hand
from her mouth.

"Duncan. Duncan!"

He shook her, hissing at her vehemently. "Be silent! Will you
give us both away?"

"This is Homana-Mu}har\ Shame will have you slain!"

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"Only if he learns I am here," Duncan said grimly. "But that
should not be difficult if you persist in shouting."

"I am not shouting," she said sullenly, lowering her voice.

He dragged her toward the wall, ignoring her protests. When
they reached the shadows he set her against the cold stone and
stood before her, blocking out me torchlight from the palace.

"Have you learned what you wanted?" he demanded, not
bothering to hide his anger. "Have you seen what it is to be
CheysuU in Shame's presence?"

She could not make out his features in the darkness, but his
odd violence told her what he felt. "Duncan, it was a thing I had
to do."

He sighed, still gripping her arms. "You are no better than
Lindir. The Mujhar's get are willful women."

"Why are you here?" she whispered, peering at his shadowed
face. "Here?"

"I will give you answers later. First we must leave this place.
I have horses waiting outside the walls."

Alix planted her feet as he sought to lead her toward a small
wooden gate hidden in shrubbery. She felt his startled hesitation
and nearly laughed. But she did not let nun see her amusement.

"Duncan, I told you to let me be when Carillon came for me.
Why have you come?"

He shifted slightly. Faint torchlight illuminated his face and
showed her an odd glint in his yellow eyes. He smiled coldly.

"You said I must do as my brother to stop you. I let you go
then. I will not do it again."

"Let me be!"

"You are Cheysuli," he said flatly. "You have a place wi<h
your clan."

"I refuse it!"

His hands clamped on her arms, hurting .her. He ignored her
wince of pain. "Alix, you will have us found if you persist.
What sense is it to have us both slain in the name of Shame's
purge?"

"If you do not explain yourself I will shout for the guardsmen.
I am surprised they have not found you already, if they are so
skilled."

He laughed softly. "The Cheysuli move in silence, small
one." He paused significantly. "Except, perhaps, for you."

She glared at him. A strange sense of defiance and exhilara-
tion crept into her heart and nearly consumed her. She smiled at
him in vindictive joy and opened her mouth as if to cry out.

Duncan silenced her instantly. This time be did not use his

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hand. Alix, shocked to me core, felt herself caught in a harsh
embrace and kissed as if he would take the soul from her.

She stiffened instantly, pressing palms against his chest to
push him away. In that moment she realized the absolute strength
of a determined man and was amazed by it. She sought to escape
but was trapped within his arms.

Alix shuddered once, recalling Finn's harshness and me in-
stinctive fear he had provoked. Then, oddly, the thought fell
away.

A new awareness slid through her as Duncan's mouth moved
on hers. It was imperceptive, yet she felt it, and he no longer
forced her. The pain he had inflicted at first was gone, altering in
some subtle fashion. When a second shiver coursed through her
it was of another origin.

Duncan is not his brother, she thought dazedly, and I do not
fear this man . . .

Alix felt the wall at her back as he lifted his mourn from hers.
An odd expression of inner conflict moved through his pate eyes,
tautening his face into blankness. Alix, wanting only to see me
possessive determination in him again, touched his chin.

"Is mis your tahlmorraT' she asked breathlessly. "Is this
why?"

The tight line of his mouth relaxed. "Perhaps it will not be so
long a time to wait after all."

"Duncan ... I do not understand."

"I have come to you as Finn, forcing myself on a woman who
does not wish it." he said grimly. "Have I earned me enmity
you promised?"

"I have forgot what I said."

His lips twitched. "Forgot? You?"

Alix turned her head away, realizing she still clung to him.
Her wantonness made her ashamed, but when she tried to slide
away be kept her pressed against the wall.

"Alix, you have only to listen to what is in you. Heed it. I
will not force you again." Duncan moved away from her,
releasing her to stand in solitude against me wall. Alix sensed
impatience in him and the slow rising of an odd anxiety and
urgency in herself.

By the gods, what has this man done to me? Why do I want
him by me? She closed her eyes. It is Carillon / want, not this
Cheysuli warrior I have known so brief a time.

"Alix," he said gently, "I am sony. You are too young to
understand."

Her eyes opened. The torchlight from the palace painted his

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shoulders and glinted off the gold on his arms. Suddenly she
wanted the warmth of him against her again.

"Duncan, I mink no woman is too young to understand."

He blinked in surprise. Then he laughed silently and relaxed
visibly. His hand slid around her neck and caught in the braids
coiled against her head, cradling her against his chest He mur-
mured something in the Old Tongue, and Alix wished she spoke
h.

Hastening footsteps echoed across the bailey, scraping on die
cobbles. "Alix!" Carillon cried.

Duncan cursed and jerked around. His hand slipped to the
knife at his belt.

"No!" Alix cried, grasping at his hand.

"Alix!" Carillon shouted again.

"Here," she answered, and heard Duncan's swift indrawn
breath.

The prince found them in me darkness. For a moment he
stiffened as be saw Duncan, but he made no hostile movement.
His mourn was a grim line as he looked at Alix.

"You have driven the Mujhar into a rage. He swears he win
have me hawk hunted and slain, and you exiled upon me Crystal
Isle. Imprisoned." He sighed. "Alix, I have spoken with him. ft
does no good. I will take you to Ton-in's croft."

"She comes with me, Homanan," Duncan said ominously.

"Does she?" Carillon snapped. "Do you speak for her,
shapechanger?"

"You have no place in this," Duncan answered. "She is not
for you."

Alix moved between them. "Carillon, something happened to
me in the hall. Something . . . came to life in me. When me
Mujhar called me witch and cursed me for my blood, I felt no
shame. I felt no hoiror; no fear. I fen only anger that a man
could hate so powerfully, and do so much harm to a race. ft was
as if me Cheysuli in me finally came to life." She touched his
aim beseechingfy. "I want no more of this place."

"I have said I will take you to Ton-in. When I can, I will
come to you."

She shook her head slowly. "I think—I think what is between
us must stay unknown, or unnamed." She pressed his arm. "Do
you know what I say?"

"No," he said, so harshly she knew he did.

"The Cheysuti are not your enemy," Alix said softly, "ft is
me Souodish, and me Duini. Turn your anger on mem. Do not
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accept me whatever I was. Now I ask you to accept the others of
my race."

"Alix, I cannot."

"Do you sentence yourself to serve me Mujhar's insanity?"

He reached out and clasped her shoulders. "Alix, I want you
where you will be safe."

She smiled at him, certain of her words. "Duncan will see I
am kept safe."

His fingers tightened painfully. "Do you go willingly with
him, then? Or has he ensorceUed you with shapechanger arts?"

"No," she said softly. "I think it is something within myself.
I have no words for it, but it exists."

Duncan, eloquently silent, stretched out his hand. She saw me
familiar gesture of spread fingers and bared palm.

And she understood.

Alix stepped away from Carillon. His empty hands fell limply
to his sides. He looked at Duncan, then at her, eyes shadowed
with pain and confusion. But she also saw acknowledgment.

"I will get you mounts," he said quietly.

"I have horees," Duncan answered.

"How do you propose to get over me walls with her? Atix
cannot fly in the guise of a hawk."

Duncan's face tightened. "No. But the eight guardsmen are
simple enough to put out of my way, if I must."

Carillon sighed wearily. "Shapechanger, I begin to understand
me arrogance of your race. And its strength, as Ton-in said. Do
you know Shaine sent fifty men against you in the forests and
only eleven survive?"

"I know."

"How many did you lose?"

"Of twelve men, we lost two. One to death; one to the
soulless men."

Alix shivered at the relentless tone in his voice. She sensed me
purpose and determination in the man and realized had she
refused to go with him he could easily have forced her.

Carillon nodded. "I will escort you through the gates. The
guard will not stop me, even do I walk with a shapechanger."

Duncan laughed harshly. "Once we walked freely within this
place, prince. But you will have my gratitude, regardless."

Carillon turned to lead them to the bronze-and-timber gates.
Before he could move away Duncan reached out and caught his
arm. The prince stiffened.

"Carillon. There is much you do not understand. Peinaps you
cannot, yet. But Shaine will not always be Mujhar."

"What do you say. shapechanger?"

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"That we are not your enemy. We cannot alter (fie qu'mahim
while Shaine lives. He has struck well and quickly, reducing us
to less than a quarter of what we were. Even now we grow fewer
with each year as the qu'mahUn continues. Carillon, it is in you
to stop this."

The prince smiled. "I have been raised on tales of your
perfidy. Stories of your demon ways and cruel arts. Tell me why
I should halt my uncle's purge."

Duncan's hand rested on Alix's shoulder. "For her, my lord.
For the woman we both want."

Alix stood immobile, unable to answer the resolve in Duncan's
voice. Something in him had reached out to her, seeking some-
thing from her, and she wanted very much to give it to him.

Carillon swallowed. "It is true the Mujhar alarms me with his
vehemence in dealing with your race. He does not even curse
Bellam or the Bliini as he does the Cheysuli. There is an unnatu-
ral anger in him."

Duncan nodded. "Hale served him for thirty-five years, my
lord, with a loyalty only the Cheysuli can give. They were more
than brothers. It is a binding service which our race had honored
for centuries. Hale shattered mat bond and hereditary service by
his actions. Any man would take it ill and swear revenge, but
Shaine also lost a daughter and consequently found his realm
plunged into war once again. I understand why he has done this
thing. Carillon, even as it destroys my race."

"Then you are more forgiving man me Mujhar."

"What of you?" Duncan asked calmly. "Do you serve me
qu'mahlin when you are king?"

Carillon smiled crookedly. "When I am king," he said gently,
"you will know."

He turned and walked to the gates. The guards, answering his
bidding, opened mem instantly. Duncan took Alix's arm and led
her silently from Homana-Mujhar.

Chapter Three

Duncan took her through me shadows of tall buildings to the
horses. From his saddtepack he pulled a dark hooded cloak and
gently draped me folds around her.
"You wear fine clothing and rich Jewels, my lady princess,"

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he said quietly. "I am only one man, and thieves may mink it a
simple matter to slay me and steal your wealth. Or even you."

He pinned the cloak at her left shoulder with a large topaz
brooch carved into a hawk shape and set in gold. Silently be
pulled me hood over her gameted hair and settled it.

"Duncan," she said softly, trembling even at his lightest
touch.

"Aye, small one?"

"What is this thing? What is mis within me?" She swallowed
and tried to hide the hesitation in her voice. "I have lost myself,
somehow."

He smoothed back a strand of dark hair from her cheekbone,
fingertips lingering. "You have lost nothing, save a measure of
your innocence. In time, you will understand it all. It is not my
place to tell you. You will know." He removed his hand.
"Now, mount your horse. We have a long way to ride."

She was muffled by the weight of me unaccustomed gown and
me folds of the cloak. Duncan's firm hands held her close as he
lifted her into the saddle. Alix settled her wrappings as he turned
to his own mount, men dutifully set out to follow him through
me city streets. She was well aware of what she did, though days
before she would never have admitted she could act so strangely.
But something within her told her she would be safe with him,
and that it was the will of me gods she go with him.

"Duncan," she said quietly, "you spoke of losing someone to
the soulless men. What did you truly-say?"

Torchlight caught and flashed on his armbands, but he re-
mained shadowed and indistinct as he led her through Mujhara.
She thought again how easily me Cheysuli melted into the
darkness.

"I have said what it is to be Uriess." he said at last, pitching
his low voice to cany over the tap of hoof on stone. "A Ur was
lost, and Borrs seeks the death ritual in the forests."

"And you let him go?"

"It is our way, Alix. Our custom. We do not turn our backs
on what has been within the clan for centuries."

Wearily she pushed the hood off her face and let it fall to her
shoulders. "Duncan, where do you take me?"

"To the Keep."

"What will happen to me there?"

"You will see the shar tahl, and leam what it is to be
Cheysuli."

"You are so certain your clan will accept me?"

He cast her a sharp glance over a shoulder. "They must. I
have little doubt of your place in the prophecy,"

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"Mine!"

"The shar tahl wfll explain it to you. ft is not my place.*'

Rustratwo rose withm her, shaipemng her vok» into a demand.
"Duocan! Do not shroud your words in obscurity and expect me
to meekly accept them. You have taken me from all 1 have ever
taK»ro,aiMleveoiTOwycxikadniemtom(weIcaniK)tcooq)rcheod.
TeH me what is before mel"

He reined in his horse and allowed her to catch up. Paint
Illumination showed his face clearly to her, limning rigid
determination. His mouth was a taut line.

"Must you know all before its time?" he asked harshly. "Can
you not wait?"

She glared at him. "No."

His eyes, beastial in the torchlight, narrowed into pale sots.
**Then I will speak plainly, so plainly even you may understand."

She nodded.

"What I have seen in my own tahlmorra is mat me old gods
ntteoted you arel I fwow another. From us will come the next link
m me prophecy of me Firstborn. You are Qieysuli. You have no
choice."

He was a stranger suddenly. The gentleness he had used
before fled beneath the hardness of his voice and words and Alix
nearly quailed from it Then the full meaning and implications of
what he bad said flared within her mind.

"You and I. . ."

"If you would feel your own tahlmorra, you would see it as
deariy as I."

Alix's bream came harsh in her throat. Her hands tightened
compulsively on the reins. 'Ten days ago I was a valley giri (ending
her father's animals. New you teU me I must accept the will of this
cnxAedpropbecy and serve it accordingly." Her voice wavered,
then grew firm again. "Wen, I win not I choose my own way."

"You cannot."

She glared at him through angry tears. "I have been cast from
my grandsire's palace; threatened with imprisonment and death.
Evea Torrin says I must follow this tahlnwrra, as you do. But I
wiH do as I choose! I am not an empty vessel to be filled with
other men's desires and plottings! I am more!"

Duncan sighed. "Have you not yet learned all men are no
more than empty vessels for me gods? Cheysula, do not rail
so aft your fate. It is not so bad."

"What do you call me?"

He stiffened, rigidly upright in me saddle. "I have some
honor, giri. I will accede to me dictates of my own tahlrrwrra.
but I will also honor yours. I know bow it is with Homanans and

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&NT propriety, so I will renounce my vow of solitude. You I
wiD take according to Cheysuli custom, and make you a wife."

"You will not/"

"Alix—"

"No! When I become a wife it will be because I wish it, and
to a man I can be at ease with. You frighten me with your shadowed
soul and mutterings of prophecy I cannot even understand. Leave
me to myseff!"

He pressed his horse closer and caught her arm. Alix stmggled
against him as he pulled her effortlessly out of her saddle and sat
her upright against his chest. In one terrifying instant she saw me
echo of his brother in him, and all of Finn's fierce determination.

"Duncan—no!9'

"You have asked for it!" he snapped, settling her across his
lap.

Cai, drifting down from me rooftops, circled over mem. You
should not. tir.

Alix, trapped within me hard circle of Duocan's arm and
fearful of his intentions, saw me conflict m his face. His hand
was on her jaw, imprisoning it, but he made no further move
against her. She waited stiffly, not breathing; afraid even to
•move.

Abruptly he kneed his horse to hers again and deposited her
roughly into her own saddle. Alix grabbed at me reins and
pommel, fighting to stay upright. When she cast an anxious
glance over her cloaked shoulder she saw him visibly constrain
the force of his emotion. Then his face was a mask to her.

"It seems," he began stiffly, "you have alt the fir at your
bidding. First Storr gainsays my rujhoUi from forcing you; now
Cai does so with me. Them is more wimin you than I thought."

"Perhaps you should heed ft!"

Duncan's face twisted. "I think the gods laughed when they
determined we should serve the prophecy together. It will be no
simple task "

She glared at him. "It will be no task at all, shapechanger. /
have determined that."

He swore something in me Old Tongue, forsaking me control
he had so recently won back. Alix, startled by me savagery in
ffls voice, reined her horse back two steps.

Lir! Cai cried in warning.

Duncan turned swiftly in the saddle, hand to his knife, but the
men were on him. Three of mem, clothed in dark garments,
dragged him from his mount.

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knife drawn to face the men. Suddenly her anger and frustration
evaporated, replaced by stark fear for his life.

A swift feathered weight piummaed fiom the night sky, wingdps
brushing her hair. Cai shrieked into the darkness and fell, talons
outstretched. Alix's horse, terrified by the bird, reared.

She cried out and scrabbled for a solid handhold, tangling
reins and mane in her rigid fingers. She had little knowledge of
horses; always before she had ridden with someone. Now she
struggled to keep the horse from striking Duncan with its pawing
hooves.

A hoarse outcry followed Cai's attack. Alix tried to see if
Duncan was safe, but her horse denied it to her. It reared again
and danced backward, then spun and bolted.

Shod hooves slid on cobbles, striking sparks. The horse cared
little for obstacles in its path, leaping anything in its way. Alix
clung to the animal with all her strength, unable to control its
flight, and sought the mercies of me gods.

The horse leaped a bushel and slipped badly on landing,
sliding spread-legged, nearly throwing Alix from the saddle. The
cloak, whipping back, dragged at her. She felt the woven strands
of garnets and pearls break free of her hair, spilling loosened
braids over her shoulders in disarray. She took two trembling
wraps in the reins, snugging them around her hands, and pulled
me horse's bead sideways in an instinctive bid to slow it.

Dimly she heard the animal's wheezing bream and felt the lash
of bloodied saliva against her face. The horse slid and thrashed
all four legs in an effort to maintain momentum, but Alix kept
her painful grip on me reins. She felt the cloak torn from her,
whipped back into the darkness.

The horse folded beneath her suddenly, without warning, and
tumbled her painfully into the street.

Stunned, knocked dizzy with me farce of her sprawled landing,
Alix felt me tug at her left arm. The twisted reins still wrapped
themselves about her wrist, threatening to drag her as the animal
fought to regain its feet. Dazedly she picked at the taut leather
with her other hand, freeing her wrist at last-
She beard a rattle of pebbles and dimly realized the jeweled
lacings in her hair had broken, scattering garnets and pearls
across the cobbles. A searching hand at her hips told her me
girdle was also gone, and her skirts were torn and stained. But
she dismissed that and got painfully to her hands and knees.

The horse, defeated in its attampt to rise, lay wheezing on its
side near her. Alix stared at it blankly, wanting to go to n; afraid
of what she might find if she did.

Hair tumbled over her shoulders into her bruised face, drag-

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ging on me cobbles. Wearily she pushed it behind her ears and
discovered me garnets in her ears remained. Alix got to her feet
and waited for the pain to begin. When she found she could
stand it, she picked up her heavy skirts and moved slowly back
the way she had come.

Duncan was missing when she found the place. Alix moved
into the pool of faint torchlight and stared vaguely at the cobbles,
seeing two bodies. One man lay on his back with a deep knife
wound in his abdomen. The other, clawing hands clasped to his
face in death, had had his forehead rent by talons. He bled freely
from a wound in his throat.

The third man was nowhere. Alix wobbled unsteadily and put
born hands over her mouth to force back the sour bile rushing
into her throat.

A lantern flared in a door across from her as it opened. Alix
squinted against it, trapped in the spilling illumination. An old
man peered out, one hand grasping the collar of a growling dog.
He lifted the lantern to shed more light into me street and Alix
instinctively shrank from it, pressing herself against the wall.

But he saw her. His dark eyes widened, then narrowed as he
stared at the slain men. His voice came harsh as he looked back
at her.

"Witch! Shapechanger witch!"

Alix put a trembling hand to her face, realizing how deeply
she bore her father's stamp. In the darkness, illuminated by me
lantern light, she was branded by the Mujhar's hatred-

"No," she said clearly.

His hand loosened on the dog's collar. Alix, fearing he would
set me animal on her, gathered up her skirts and fled.

She ran until her lungs screamed their protest and her legs
faltered. Breathlessly she fell against a stone well set in me
intersection of cobbled streets. She clutched at me cross-beams
of me well and held herself upright, gasping from knifing pain in
her chest and sides.

When some of the bream-demand had gone she cranked up the
bucket. The cool water was sweet on her raw throaty trickling
down to soothe her heaving stomach. It splashed over me rim and
stained the velvet of her fine garments, but she did not care.

"Could you spare some water for a thirsty horse, my lady?"
asked a quiet voice.

Alix jerked upright, dropping me bucket down the well. Her
hands clenched spasmodically in her skirts as she stared at the
man.

He moved softly, silently, forsaking me shadows like a wraith.

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She saw a dark cloak felling to his booted feet. An oddly twisted
silver brooch pinned it to his left shoulder, but he had pulled the
folds back from a silver sword hilt at his hips. Somehow, though
he moved in darkness, he brought the light with him.

His face was smooth, serene. Strength of a sort she had never
seen shone from the fine features, and his smile was gently
beguiling. His hair and beard were inky dark, carefully trimmed,
and flecked with silver. His eyes, black as the horse who fol-
lowed him, were soothing and sweet.

"Do not fear me, my lady. I seek only water for my horse."
He smiled gently. "Not some light woman for the evening."

Alix, even bruised and weary, felt me insult keenly. She drew
herself up and glared at him, disdaining to answer. But as her
eyes met his the defiance slid away, leaving her powerless before
him.

She gestured weakly. "The well is yours, my lord."

He cranked up the bucket and held it steady in gloved hands,
letting the horse take its fill. He watched her in a manner almost
paternal.

"You have seen trouble this night, lady," he said quietly.
"Are you harmed?"

"No. I am well enough."

"Do not seek to hide the truth from me. I have only to look at
your eyes."

She swallowed, aware of her loose hair and stained doming.
"We were set upon by thieves, my lord."

"You are alone now."

"The man I rode with stayed to fight the thieves. My horse
was frightened, and ran. In order to stop him I was forced to pot
him down on (he stones." She shrugged slightly, dismissing me
remembered fright. "So now I walk."

"What of your escort?"                                 '^

Alix looked away from him. "I cannot say, my lord. Perhaps     ^
he is slain." The vision rose before her eyes, showing her
Duncan twisted on die cobbles, slain. She shuddered and felt me    •-;

horrible anguish in her soul.                                      ^

"With such words you place yourself in my hands." he said    f
gently.                                                          ||-

A chill of apprehension slid through her. but she was aching    ^i-
and weary, too dazed to care. "If it be so, my lord. what will you    (
do with me?"                                                ^

He sent the bucket back to the depths of me well and caressed    '"
the horse's silky jaw. "Help you, lady. I will give you my aid."    j|
His beguiling smile soothed her. "Come into me light and look   ,^-
upon me. If I truly seem treacherous, you have only to leave me.    Ij.-

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I will not gainsay you. But if you find me honest in my intentions,
you are welcome to come with me."

Slowly Alix answered his summons, moving into the torchlight.
His appearance was calm, gentle-seeming, and his affection for
the horse indicated goodwill. She met his eyes for a long moment,
searching for an answer mere.

At last she sighed. "I am so wearied from mis day and night I
care little what your intentions may be. Where do you go, my
told?"

"Where you wish, lady. I serve you."

Alix looked into his smooth face, seeking an indication of his
true intent, but she saw only serenity. He was richly clad, though
not ostentatious, and his manner was that of some high lord.

"Do you serve the Mhghar?" she asked, suddenly apprehensive.

He smiled, white teem gleaming. "No, lady, I do not. I serve
the gods."

It relieved her past measure. Silently Alix took the gems from
her ears and held them out.

But he would not take them. "I have no need of your jewels,
lady. What I do for you requires no payment." He gestured
smoothly. "Where do you go. lady? I will take you there."

"A croft," she said quietly. "In roe valley. U is perhaps tea
leagues from here."

His eyes glinted in gentle humor. "You do not have me
appearance of a croft-girt, lady. I see more in you than mat."

Her hand gripped the garnet earring?. "Do you seek to humble
me, my lord? There is no need. I know my place."

He moved closer. The light seemed to follow him. His eyes
were soft. sweet, like his voice, and deep as the well from which
they drank.

"Do you?" he asked softly. "Do you truly know your place?"

Alix frowned at him, baffled by his manner, and lost hereelf in
me dominance of his black eyes.

He lifted his right hand. For a moment she thought he would
make die Cheysuli gesture of tahimorra, but he did not. Instead
a hissing line of purple light streaked out of the darkness and
pooled in his hand, throwing a violet glare over her face and his.

"So you have learned your legacy," he said quietly. "After
au this time. I had thought Undir's child lost, and of no more
account."

Alix gasped.

The flame leaped in his hand. "You bold more of roe prophecy
within you man any I have yet seen. And I have watched for years
. . . waiting."

Her voice hurt. "What do you say?"

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Black eyes narrowed and held dominion over her. "Can it be
you do not fully understand? Have the Cheysuli not yet bound
you to their tahtmorra?"

"Who are you?"

He smiled. "I have many names. Most are used by petty men
woo fear me. Others are revered, as they should be."

Alix shivered. "What manner of man are you?"

"One who serves tile gods."

She wanted to leave him but the power in his fathomless black
eyes held her. Purple light glowed in his palm.

"What do you want of me?"

"Nothing," he said calmly, "if you remain unknowing. It is
only if you recognize the tahlmorra within yourself mat I will be
forced to gainsay you. In any way I can."

Her palm burned where the earrings bit into her flesh. "You
are not Cheysuli."

"No."

"Yet you speak of their tahlmorra. and the prophecy. What is
it to you?"

"My bane." he said softly. "The end of me, should it be
fulfilled. And the Cheysuli know it."

Cold knowledge crept within her mind. Consciously she forced
her body to relax, then lifted her head. "I know you. I know
you." She took another breath. "Ihliru."

"Aye," he said softly.

"Tynstar ..."

His eyes smiled. "Aye."

"What do you do here?" she whispered.

"Tliat is for me to know. But I will tell you this—already
Bellam breaks Shaine's borders and invades. Homana will fall,
lady . . . soon. It will be mine." He smiled. "As it was ever
meant."

"Shaine will never allow it."

"Shaine is a fool. He was a fool when he sent me Cheysuli
from their homeland and sentenced them to death. Without mem,
he cannot win. When he does not, the prophecy will fail. And I
will be lord of this land."

"By your unnatural arts!" Alix cried.

The sorcerer laughed softly. "You are party to your own
unnatural arts, lady . . , you have only to learn them. But until
you do, you remain insignificant, and of no account to me." He
shrugged. "So I will let you live."

"Let me live ..." she echoed.

"For now," Tynstar agreed Ughuy.

A winged shadow passed over them, blotting me violet glow a

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moment. Tynstar glanced up and watched me shadow, men
looked at Alix.

"You summon the lir, lady, even though you do not know it.
Perhaps you are not me naive child you would have me believe."

Cat! she cried silently, staring up at the hawk.

Tynstar's hand was on his horse. The other still held hissing
purple flame. He smiled at her across its glow and sketched a
twisted rune in the air. Its path glowed against the darkness a
moment, men flared into a column of cold fire. When it had
gone, so had he.

"Alix."

She spun and stared at Duncan. He stood silently with his
horse at his back, left arm streaked with blood. A bruise dark-
ened his cheekbone and he bore a shallow slice across his
forehead, but he seemed whole.

Alix looked at him. The defiance she had struck him with
earlier had faded. Her words then, angry and frightened, had no
more meaning. Something whispered in her soul, tapping at her
mind, and she began to understand it.

"The horse ran away," she said unsteadily.

His eyes were fixed on her. "I found nun. He is lamed, but
will recover."

"I am glad he was not badly hurt." She knew the words they
said held no meaning. Their communication lay on another level.

"Will you suffer to ride with me?" he asked. "I cannot waste
more time seeking another horse. The clan has need of me."

Alix walked slowly toward him, eyes dwelling on every visi-
ble wound and bruise. A strange trembling weakness crept into
her limbs as his yellow gaze remained on her in a calm, deliber-
ate perusal. The hawk-earring glittered in the strands of his black
hair.

She halted before him. "It was Tynstar."

"I saw him."

She put out a hesitant hand and gently touched the drying
Mood on his arm. "Duncan, I did not mean to hurt you."

He flinched at her soft touch but she realized it was not from
pain. Something told her this man was hers to hold, to keep, and
the enormity of it stunned her.

"Duncan ..." She swallowed heavily and met his blazing
eyes. "Duncan, please hold me so I know I am real."

He whispered something in the Old Tongue and took her into
his arms.

Alix, hair spilling down her back, melted against his firm
warrior's body until she was boneless. The strange weakness wag
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Duncan sank a hand deep in her hair and jerked her head back.
"Do you deny it? Do you deny the tahlmorra in our blood?"

She did not answer. She caught her hands in the thick hair
curling at his neck and dragged bis mouth down on hers.

Chapter Four

Duncan found them a cave in the hills beyond Mujhara and
spread furred pelts over the stone floor. Alix sat on one, pulling
his red blanket around her shoulders, and watched him build a
small fire. When it was done he took die small grouse he had
caught, spitted it, and set it over the fire.

"Does your arm hurt?" she asked.

He flexed the scabbing forearm- "No. The men were not
skilled with their weapons."

"Finn has said you can heal. Will you not do it?"

"Not for myself, or for so trivial a wound. The healing arts
are used only in great need, and usually only on others."

"Finn healed Carillon's wrist."

"Because Carillon required convincing we were not the de-
mons he believed."

She shifted, easing a sore hip. Her entire body ached with the
fall from the horse. "What did you mean when you spoke to
Carillon as we left? It sounded as if you spoke from certain
knowledge."

He tended the sizzling grouse and sipped at a cup of honey
brew. "I spoke from the knowledge of the prophecy. Carillon is
not named m it—no man is—but I think he is me one."

"Speak plainly with me."

Duncan smiled crookedly at her. "I cannot. You have no
knowledge of the prophecy. That will be given to you by the
shar tahl, and then you will know."

"Why must you shroud your words in so much darkness? You
would have me think it is some sorcery you seek to do."

"ft is no sorcery to serve Ac gods."

"As does Tynstar?"

Hestiffened. "Tynstar serves me dark gods of the netherworld.
He is evil. He seeks only to end the prophecy before its time is

come.

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"So he said." Alix sighed and rubbed at her brow. "Where
did you go when my horse ran?"

"First 1 dew two of me thieves. The third ran. I went to find
you."

"Why did you not simply send Cai? Or seek h'r-shape?"

"I could not take fir-shape. I sensed the presence of an Dilini,
though I did not know who. As for Cai . . . him I sent to
Homana-Mujhar."

* 'Homana-Mujhar!''

"I thought you had returned to Carillon."

She stared at him, astonished, then felt a strange bubble of
laughter welling within. "You will have me think you are Jeal-
ous of him."

He scowled. "I am not jealous."

Alix smiled in wonder, then laughed outright. "So, I am to
mink me Cheysuli are not capable of such a Homanan emotion?
Yet your brother—who is also mine—seems well able to display
it."

"Finn is young."

"And you not much older."

Color came into his face. "I left my youth behind me day my
first Keep was invaded by the Mujhar's men. It was only the will
of the gods I was not slain, as so many others were."

"Duncan—"

"You will see when we have reached the Keep."

"Are so few left?"

"Perhaps fifty women, half of which cannot bear children.
The rest are old men; girls, and boys. Of warriors . . . there are
perhaps sixty."

The horror of me qu'mahlin swept into her for the first time.
"Duncan ..."

He looked old suddenly. "Once mis land was ours. More man
fifty clans ranged Homana, from Hondarth on die Idrian Ocean
into the mountains of me north, across toe Bluetooth River. Now
they are all slain, leaving only my own clan. And we are not so
strong as we were."

"Shame's doing . . ."

He reached out and caught one of her arms, eyes beseeching
her. "Do you see it now? Do you understand why we steal
women and force them to bear our children? Alix, it is me
survival of a race. It is not you me Council will see, but your
race and your youth. You must serve your race, cheysula."

She sat straight upon die pelt. "And will they hear you have
called me that?"

He released her arm. "I will ask for you. It is my tahlmorra."

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Duncao gestured slowly, spreading his fingers. "You are Hate's
daughter I think they will not deny me."

She felt chilled. "But—they could? They could refuse you?"

His hand dropped. "Aye. First you must be acknowledged
within the clan, given me knowledge in the old fashion, made aware
ofyourbirthlines. The shar tahi will say if you are truly Cheysuli."

"But—you have said!"

Duncan smiled sadly. "There is no doubt, small one; it is only
custom. But you have been raised Homanan. In the eyes of me
Council, you are tainted. Until the shar tahl has declared you
free of it."

Desolate, she closed her eyes. Her growing security in him
was destroyed with but a few words. Then her eyes snapped
open.

"They would not give me to Finn!"

Duncan's face was a mixture of surprise and amusement, men
consideration. He frowned.

Alix was suddenly frightened. "Duncan, they would not!"

He turned the spitted bird slowly. "I am clan-leader, but not
the sole power in the clan. It is Council that says what will be."

She leaped to her feet and stumbled to the rock wall facing
her. She stared at it blindly, hugging the blanket around her
aching body. The new knowledge of what Duncan meant to her
twisted in her entrails like a serpent, setting jagged teeth into her
spirit.

To lose him when I have only just found him . . .

Duncan's hands settled on her shoulders. "I will not let you
go so easily."

Trembling, she turned to him. "Could you gainsay it, if they
wished to give me to another man?"

Muscles rolled beneath me smooth flesh of his jaw. "No."

"Then what of this tahlmorra you prate about?"

"It is mine, Alix," he said somberly. "It does not mean it is
the clan's."

She whispered his name. Then she lifted her face and touched
his arm. "If I went before this Council already carrying your
chad . . . ?"

His eyes flickered in surprise. Then he smiled faintly. "If you
made such a sacrifice, small one, were would be little they could
say about the match."

Alix let we blanket drop. The gown beneath, ungirdled, hung
loosely. Slowly she undid the fastenings at the neck. Duncan
watched her mutely, held by the strength in her eyes. His breath
came harsh.

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When we gown was undone she let it fall to her feet. Her hair,
unbound, streamed over her shoulders like a mantle.

*'I am new to mis ..." she whispered, trembling with some-
thing other than fear. "Duncan . . . it cannot be so very difficult
to conceive . . ."

"No," he breathed, reaching for her. "It is not so very
difficult."

He took her from Homana into Ellas, the realm bordering
Horoana's eastern side. Alix, clasping his lean waist with a new
and wonderful possessiveness, felt regret and anger stir within
her that her grandsire could so malignantly drive her race from
their homeland into a strange realm-
When at last Duncan halted Alix saw before her a large
half-circle wall of piled stone. The wall ran a distance before
circling back, and at we wide opening she saw three warriors
with weir Ur. They waited silently, and she realized they were
guards.

"The Keep," Duncan said, and rode past we warriors.
Huge oiled pavilions billowed in a faint breeze. All were dyed
warm colors, dwarfing the small tents she had seen at the raiding
camp. Each had its own firepit before flapped entrances, but
smoke drifted from the poled peaks and she realized smaller fires
were tended within. Each pavilion, regardless of its color, bore a
painted animal on its sides. By the shapes she could know what
lir lived were.

The curving wall of undressed, unmoitared stone hugged the
shoulder of a craggy mountain. The half-circle blended into
thick, sheltering trees. Alix realized such anonymity was we
safety of the Cneysuli.

Duncan halted we horse before a green pavilion. She looked
for the hawk painting on its side but saw only a wolf.
She stiffened. "Why do we stop here?"

**I would see my ra/Ao," he said quietly, slipping from the
horse. He turned to lift her down.

"Why? I want nothing to do with Finn."

Duncan eyed her thoughtfully. "When last I saw him, he was
feverish from the wounds gotten in the forest battle." His mouth
was firm. "Wounds won protecting you."

Chastened, Alix slipped silently into his arms and allowed him
to lead her into me pavilion.

Finn was stretched out on a pallet of wick furs, wrapped in a
soft woven blanket. As he saw them he hoisted himself up on
one elbow and grinned at her.

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"So, my rujfw managed to win you away from the wealth of
Homana-Mujhar ... and Carillon."

She had been prepared to wish him well, feeling guilty over
his injuries gotten in her behalf. But now, facing hie mocking
eyes and words, her good intentions evaporated.

"I came willingly enough, when my grandsire called me
shapechanger witch and threatened to have me slain.'*

"I soul your place was with us, meijha; not among me walls of
Shame's palace ... or within me princeling's arms."

She glared at him. "You do not look feverish to me."

He laughed. "I am fully recovered, meijha. Or nearly. I wiu
be plaguing you soon enough, when I am on my feet."

"You do not require feet to do that!" She scowled at turn.
"You need only be in my presence."

Finn grinned and ran a hand through his hair. She saw his eyes
were alert and unclouded by illness, though his color was not as
deep as usual. Inwardly she was grateful he had not been badly
injured, but she would not say it to him.

"Will you two never admit peace between you?" Duncan
growled. "Must I ever seek to placate you, one at a time?"

"She is a woman, nyfco," Finn said airily. "And they are
ever me cause of much agitation."

Before Alix could answer Duncan put a firm hand on her
shoulder, pressing gently. She said nothing, but saw Finn's eyes
narrow suspiciously. Alix could not keep her face from turning
bright red.

He smiled slowly, watching her, eyes very bright. He was not
stupid, she knew. He looked at Duncan with a blank mask on his
face.

"Malina has conceived."

Duncan's hand bit into Alix's shoulder. She stared at him in
surprise, seeing him go pale beneath his Cheysuli coloring. She
was new to a woman's intuition for her mate. but understood
instantly that something had deeply shaken him.

"Is it certain?" Duncan asked in a peculiar voice.

Finn nodded. "She is four months gone." His face twisted
mockingly. "Was it not four months ago when she fumed from
you to Borrs, and took him as her cheysuH"

"I count, Finn!" Duncan said angrily.

The younger man looked at Alix's uncomprehending face. He
smiled more broadly. "And now Borrs is among me soulless
men, seeking his death-ritual. Malina is free again."

Instinctively Alix reached for Duncan's clenched fist. But he
withdrew his hand from her seeking fingers and stepped away,
putting distance between them.

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"Has she declared me unborn child before Council yet?" he
asked harshly.

Finn, solemn again, shook his head. "She has been in formal
mourning for the last three days, since she learned of the news.
But it will have to be a brief mourning, if she is to take another
cheysul."

"Did Borrs know of the child?"

Finn hunched a shoulder. "He said nothing of it to me. But
men he knew you and I are close, rujfw, and he would hardly
speak of such a thing to the rujholli of the man who first had his
. cheysula. Would he?"

"Then she has not named theye/ian."

A mocking glint crept back into Finn's eyes. "Perhaps even
Malina does not know the jehan of her unborn child, rujho. Do
you?"

r Alix stepped toward him. "What do you say? What has mis to
do with Duncan?"

"It would be better, perhaps, he told you himself."

"Tell me!"

Finn slid a glance at his silent brother, men nodded slightly.
His smile was wolfish and triumphant. "Duncan would have
asked for formal clan-rights of Malina next year, taking her as
Us cheysula. She had been his since I can say ... in me clans

- children are close and often wed when they are of age." He

scratched at an eyebrow. "But Borrs also wanted her, and when
. Duncan wished to wait because of becoming clan-leader, Malina
'• did not. I cannot account for a woman's whim to punish one man

- by taking another, but it is what she did." He looked intently at
Duncan. "Yet now Borrs is among the soulless men, clanless,
and she is free to choose again." He paused significantly. "Or
' be chosen."

Alix, aware of Finn's natural perversity, sought me truth in
UDuncan's eyes. He turned from her and went out the flapped
^entrance, saying no word-

l  Finn's low laugh stung her. Alix turned on him, furious, fist
t- uprasied in his direction. But he laughed again, amused by her
action, and she dropped the hand back to her side.
"Why?" she asked. "Why do you punish me this way?"
He sat up, crossing his legs beneath his blanket. He wore no
jerkin and she saw the bronze of his .broad chest was ridged with
; wars. The wound in his shoulder was unbound but healing, and

- she recalled again his savagery as he slew the guardsman who
would have slain her.

;   "So," he said in a low, taunting voice, "you recognize me
; lahlmorra in yourself at last. I see you have chosen my rujholli

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after all, forsaking even Carillon. Only now Duncan returns to
his first woman." He ducked his tongue. "Poor little meijfia."

"I require no pity from you!"

"Duncan differs from me in many ways, mei jha; particularly
in his women. He has long been satisfied with Malina, requiring
no others." He shrugged. "I take a woman where I will; freely.
Save for you, they have never denied roe."

"What do you say 1"

"That Duncan makes a lire-bond when be takes a cheysula. If
Malina is offering clan-rights with proven fertility, he would be a
fool to deny her." He stretched idly, cracking tough sinews.
"My rujfw is many things, but he is not a fool." Finn grinned at
her. "Do not worry, mei jha . . . I will still have you. You will
not be lonely."rB

She longed to scream at him but did not. Somehow she
summoned a regal elegance, even in a torn and stained gown.

"I am Hale's daughter ... I believe it now. Therefore I am
Cheysuli. Therefore I have free choice of any man, rujholli, and
I tell you now—you would be the last warrior I would ever
consider. The last."

Alix left him feeling a strange satisfaction that she had so
easily bested him. The look on bis face had assured her victory.
But me satisfaction faded as she recalled me cause of it. Outside
Finn's green pavilion, Alix bugged herself and longed for Duncan.

Cai drifted down from the skies. Come with me, liren.

Where? she asked dully.

To my lir.

Your lir seeks the company of another woman.

Cai's tone was exceedingly gentle. You are weary and filled
with sorrow and confusion. Come with me.

Silently Alix followed roe bud across me Keep to a slate-
colored pavilion embellished with a painted gold hawk. As Cai
settled on his polished wooden perch she pulled me doorflap
aside and went in.

Duncan had filled his pavilion with duck soft pelts and a
richly embroidered tapestry. Alix stared at it blankly, unable to
decipher toe runes and odd symbols stitched in the blue pattern.
Then she knelt before (be ash-filled firecaim.

She felt very small. An ague seemed to have settled in her
bones, rattling them even as she sought to calm herself. Her
breath seemed to have gone completely; repeated gasps only
worsened her need for air. Finally she bowed her head and
clutched at her head, pressing against her temples.

"By me gods . . .'* she whispered, "what have I done?" She
drew in a deep bream. "I have left my croft ... I have been

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•eat from Homana-Mujhar ... I have ridden into a strange
fealm with a man I cannot understand, and he has forsaken me as
easily as Shame." Alix clenched her fists as if to drive demons
from her skull. "1 have given myaelf to him . . . and now he
seeks another!" She lifted her head and stared blindly at the
tapestry. "What have I done?"

The tapestry did not answer her, nor did Cai. Alix longed for
his warm tone and reassurance, but the hawk remained silent.
She became aware of other whispers in her mind. They formed
patterns and tones like the ones she had heard before the forest
battle, but did not oppress her as much.

"I am gone mad," she whispered.

The whispers and tones continued, rising and falling as any
ordinary conversation. She began to separate the sounds, frown-
ing in concentration as she tried to understand the implications.
Alix dragged fingers through her hair as if to untangle me
threads of the patterns and realized how tangled her hair was.
She took the silver comb Duncan had given her from her bodice
and began to drag it through me snarls, hoping the pain would
rid her of what she could not understand.

When her hair was smooth again she braided it into a single
plait, tying me end with a strip of velvet torn from her gown. Its
splendor was ruined; the silken overtunic was in shreds and me
hem ragged and stained. But she cared not at all for me vanished
elegance of her clothing; she wanted only to win back Duncan's
regard.

When he came it was silently, without the warmth she was
accustomed to. His face was drawn as he settled the doorflap
behind.

"You must come with me."

"Where?"

"ToRaissa."

"Who is Raissa?" she asked, knowing it was not truly the
answer she sought.

"She is the woman who will keep you until you go before me
shar tahl. and Council."

"Can I not stay with you?" she asked softly, hands folded in
her lap.

Duncan knelt and shifted the wood resting in the small pavil-
ion fire cairn. He took up a flint and fired the kindling.

"No," he said at last. "You would do better to stay elsewhere."

Alix bit at her lip to fight back tears. "Then what Finn said is
true . . . there is another woman you would have."

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the pieces on the fire, settling on his knees to face her through
die rising smoke.

"When I came for you in Homana-MnJhar. Malina was cheysula
to another man. I had put her from my mind. I thought only of
you."

She swallowed painfully. "But now you can no longer put her
from your mind."

He moved to her, still kneeling, and took her face in his
browned hands. "I will not give you up."

Alix stared at him, holding back the trembling in her bones.
"Then what do you say, Duncan?"

"Our tahlnwrra is one, Alix. I feel it, even if you do not. 1
will not give you up." He sighed, brow creased. "Malina will
be my cheysula, as I promised her when we were children, but
you hold a place in my soul. Mei jhas have honors and rights
within the clan . . . there is no disgrace among file Cheysuli. I
will keep you by me."

Alix peached up and grasped his wrists firmly. Then she jerked
his hands away. "What did you promise me! What did you say
to me in the cave, when I offered to conceive your child so we
would never be separated, even by your Council?"

"Alix—"

"I will be no man's light woman, Duncan ... not even
yours. It is a thing 1 cannot consider - . . perhaps it is my tainted
Homanan upbringing!" She glared at him. "Do you think what I
did is so easy for an untried giri?"

••Alix—"

"No."

His hand reached for her but she avoided it, sitting back on
her heels. After a moment he let his hand drop back to his thigh.

"What would you do, were you free to do it?" he asked.

She scowled at him, understanding what me delicate question
asked. He was perfectly capable of denying her the right to leave
the clan; she expected it. But she would try it nonetheless.

•'I will go back to Carillon."

Duncan stared at her. His face was a mask but he could not
quite hide me cold anger in his yellow beast-eyes.
"To be light woman to a prince."

•'No. For his help." Alix picked at a tear in her skin, avoid-
ing his eyes. "He would help me in whatever I asked."

"You cannot leave, small one." be said gently. "I understand
your feelings, but I cannot allow you to go."

Her hand clenched in the soft velvet "And your reason,
clan-leader?"

Duncan's face softened. "You might have conceived."

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Realization flooded her. Angrily she pressed a fist against her
stomach. "If I have conceived by you, I will name me child
fatherless and raise it myself!"

Duncan went white, bolting to his feet like a wounded man.
He caught her arm cruelly and dragged her to her feet, ignoring
her cry of pain.

"If you have conceived by me, it is mine!"

She gritted her teeth and hissed at him. "And do you not
already have an unborn child, shapechanger? In the belly of the
woman you will take as cheysula1."

"If it is mine I will keep it by me, just as I will ifwa bear me
a child."

She paled beneath the pain of his hand on her arm. "You
cannot take a child from its mother!"

"Here you live among the CheysuU," he said grimly. "You
will abide by our customs. If you will not have me then you win
not, but if you have conceived the child is mine . . . and a link
in the prophecy."

Alix spoke through me pain- "And will you force me to do
what my mother did ... run away? And bear my child in
i. solitude?"

He drew her near. Alix stiffened rigidly as his arms went
around her. It was no gentle lover's kiss. He was forcing her, as
Finn had once, and she hated it. Warring emotions filled her soul
and she struck out in bitterness, but her fist was trapped between
Ins chest and her own. Slowly, against her will, it crept up to
grasp his hair and pull turn closer. Whatever power he had to
inflict pain on her also inflicted something deeper, and instinct-
ively she recognized her need of him.

"Cheysula." he whispered against her lips.

Alix Jerked free of him. "I am no?! You have said you will
choose another . . . and I will not be your light woman!"

His mourn was compressed into a thin line. "Then you will be
cheysula to no man."

She lifted her head. "I will not."

"Nor mei jha."

"Nor met ./no."

His eyes glittered strangely. "Do you hold with your Cheysuli
blood, Alix? Do you follow our customs?"

"I have little choice!"

"Do you accept them?"

"Aye!" she cried bitterly.

A muscle twitched in his jaw. "Then you must accept all
customs as your own."

She glared back at him defiantly. "I do."

Ill

His hand darted to his belt and came up with his knife. Alix.
terrified, spun to flee.

Duncan caught her by the heavy braid and in one slash severed
it at her neck.

Alix, stumbling, gasped in shock as the hair fell away. Her
hands clasped the ragged edges left to her. Duncan stood silently,
dark braid hanging from his hand.

"What have you done?"

"A Cheysuli custom,'* he said, deliberately casual. "When a
woman refuses her place within the clan as cheysula or mei jha,
her hair is shorn so all men know her intent. This way she cannot
change her mind."

"I see a stranger before me ..." she whispered.

He dropped the braid to me fire. It caught and smoldered,
filling the pavilion with the stench of burning hair.

Duncan returned the knife to his belt and gestured toward the
doorflap. "Now, rujfwtia. I will escort you to Raissa."

Chapter Five

Duncan took her to a brown pavilion that bore a gold-colored fox
on its sides. He pulled me doorflap aside and gestured her to go
in; Alix did so without meeting his eyes. She felt horribly
shamed without me braid, for though she still felt more Horoanan
than Cheysuli Duncan's disparagement of her brought the impli-
cations of her braidless state home with real impact.

A woman stepped from behind a curtain dividing the pavilion
into two sections. Her black hair was generously threaded with
gray, but she had woven silver laces into multiple braids cunningly,
fastening diem to her bead with an intricate silver comb. Her
dress was fine-spun black wool threaded with scarlet ribbons at
collar and cuffs, and a delicate chain of silver bells clasped her
waist. She was no longer young, but she was a handsome
woman. Her face reflected her Cheysuli blood with its high
cheekbones, narrow nose and wide, smooth brow. Her yellow
eyes were warm as she looked at Alix.

"Raissa, this is the girt," Duncan said. "Alix."

The woman smiled at Alix and men looked steadily at Duncan.
"Who has shorn her hair?"

His jaw tightened. "I have."

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Her brows lifted. "But it is for Council to decide if she
remains solitary."

Alix heard the unspoken reproach and stole a glance at Duncan,
•urprised to see him bow his head in acceptance. Then it lifted
again.

"She had made the decision for herself ... I merely
acquiesced."

"He did not tell me he would cut off my hair," Alix said
bitterly.

Raissa moved forward. The tiny bells chimed and winked in
the folds of her black gown. Her slender hand touched the
ragged curling tendnis at Alix's neck and jaw.

"I am sorry he acted so hastily. He should have explained me
custom to you." Her lips twitched with a half-hidden smile. "I
have never known Duncan to act without reason, so be must
have been driven to it."

"He did it out of jealousy."

Raissa withdrew her hand. "Duncan? Why do you say so?"

Alix slewed her eyes sideways to look at him. "He told me be
would ask for me in Council... as his cheysula. Then—finding
his former consort had conceived and was free again—he refused
me honorable marriage and offered only to have me as his light
woman." She looked back at Raissa. "Of course I refused."

The woman was solemn. "Among us a mei jha has honor,
Alix. Here she is not treated like filth, as are the whores of
Mujhara. We are too few, now, to place so much value on a
woman's married or unmarried status. Mei jha is not a dishonor-
able position."

Alix's stubborn chin came up. "I have much left to learn of
Cheysuli customs, but this will take me most trouble, I think."
She swallowed and set her jaw. "I will not accept a lesser
position with any man."

The older woman smiled. "Ah ... it is everything or nothing,
with you. Well, perhaps you are not so wrong. Once I said me
same to my cheysul." She glanced at Duncan. "AH of mis will
be settled in Council. Until her birthlines are studied and she is
formally accepted, I will keep her by me and teach her what she
must know. My thanks, Duncan, for bringing a lost one back to
us."

He said nothing, merely inclined his head and left me pavilion
without looking at Alix. She stood there, bereft, hating Finn all
the more for beginning it all with his abduction of her.

Raissa guided Alix to a gray pelt and gestured for her to sit.
Alix did so, staring at her hands as they twisted themselves into the

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fabric of her gown. Raissa arranged her own skirts and sat down
before her.

"Duncan would not offer unfairiy," she said quietly. "I know
the man ... he is not one to trouble a giri that way."

"He did not know about Mahna until we arrived," Alix
admitted. "But Ron wasted no time in making certain his brother
learned of it quickly enough."

"Him has ever been jealous of Duncan," Raissa said.

"Why?"

She spread her hands eloquently. "An elder son is ever fa-
vored by a jehan. k grates particularly hard when your own
blood father favors a foster son. Hale treated them equally, but
Duncan matured quickly. He felt me weight of the qu'mahlin
mare. And it has cost him, though Finn does not fully under-
stand that." Raissa's eyes were expressive. "And now, Alix,
you have given Finn reason for jealousy again."

•7 have?"

Raissa looked at her solemnly. "Would you have Finn as your
cheysul\11

"No. Never."

"You see? You will have Duncan, or none. It cannot be easy
for Finn to know once again his rujfwili takes precedence." She
smiled. "Wanting Duncan, you could not want Finn. I know
mat. 'nicy are too dissimilar. But Finn is not so bad as he seems,
Alix ... he might make a fine cheysul."

"Finn stole me. He would have forced me, had Storr not kept
him from it. How can you say he would be a good husband?"

Raissa smiled. "There is much of men you do not understand.
But you must team that for yourself, it is not my place to teach
you such things."

Alix recalled the determination in Finn's face when he said be
would have her. And now she was no longer promised to Duncan.

"Raissa!" she said, suddenly frightened. "They would not
force me to take Finn, would they?"

Raissa glanced down at her skirts, settling the tiny bells into
perfect symmetry. "This will be hard for you, I know. Particu-
larly since you were raised Homanan and feel no loyalty for your
true race." The yellow eyes came up. "We arc too few. now.
The clans have been destroyed, save for us, and even now
Shame works to slay what remains of us. We need children . - .
we need women who will bear them." Light flashed off the
silver in her hair. "You are Cheysuli, Anx. You must take your
place in the future of the clan ... in its tahlnwrra. You must
bear children for us. If you will not have Duncan, or even Finn,
men it will have to be another warrior."

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"You would force met"

Raissa reached out and grabbed her hands, holding diem even
•s Alix sought to withdraw. "No woman wishes to be used as
breeding stock, Alixl Children are a gift of me gods ... not
coin with which to barter! But we have too few ... we are
dying. You will not be forced to lay with a man you cannot
abide, but die censure of the clan is no light burden to bear."

"Then I will go back," Alix said flatly. "I will go back to the
croft."

Raissa squeezed her hands. "No. You must stay. By the gods,
Alix, you are Hale's daughter! We need his blood."

"Through Finn?" Alix disengaged her hands. "He is my
half-brother."

"Aye, but you were raised apart. Hale's blood must come
back into the clan."

"Then tell Finn to get himself children!" she said angrily.

"He would do so willingly enough . . . were you his cheysula.
Or meijha," Raissa said steadily.

"What if I have already conceived?" Alix asked in desperation.

Raissa's eyes sharpened. "Already conceived . .. you have
tern with Duncan?'*

Alix nodded silently, suddenly apprehensive. "Was it wrong?"
she whispered. "Is it wrong to lay with a clan-leader while he
rules?"

The older woman smiled. **A clan-leader does not rule . . .
we have no kings, Alix. And no, it was not wrong. Do you think
Duncan keeps himself chaste? It would be a burden no man
should carry."

Alix looked away, embarrassed. "Then what wifl happen?*'

Raissa sighed. "Well, it would change things. The Council
might be willing to let you remain solitary . . . they would
respect your shorn hair, regardless of me reasons for it You
would have the freedom you desire if you refuse to take a
cheysul. and have already conceived. But that is still a Council
decision."

"I should never have come,*' Alix said. "I should never have
allowed Duncan to take me out of Mujhara."
" "This is your home."

"1 should have let Carillon take me back to the croft."

"It will not be so harsh—I promise—when you are accustomed.
Alix, we are your people."

Alix looked at the woman and saw me innate strength and
pride reflected in her Cheysuli face. She put a hand to her own,
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bronze; bo- hair not so duk; and ha eyes amber, not beast-
yeUow ... but she knew herself Cbeysun.

She sighed. "Where is Manna's tent?"

Raissa's eyes flickered but she said nothing of her surprise.
"Near the gates. The blue one with Boris's ffr-syrobol, a moun-
tain cat. There is only one."

Alix took die silver comb out of her bodice and stared at it
Then she met the woman's eyes and smiled. "I have something
to return. My thanks for your kindness."

Raissa nodded and Alix left me brown pavilion.

Alix found the blue tent and jerked me entrance flap aside,
somehow not suiprised to find Duncan mere. But Malina did
surprise her.

The giri did not look Cheysuli. Her hair was dark blood and
her eyes blue. She lacked the feral, feline grace of me true
Cheysuli woman, but she was beautiful nonetheless.

Duncan rose to his feet. Alix moved swiftly to me woman and
held out the comb. "This is yours."

"Mine?" Malina asked in suiprise.

Alix saw she did not show her pregnancy yet; no swelling
belly evident beneath the soft green gown banded with amber
beadwoik and bronze platelets.

"He let me use it because I had none - . . when I still had hair
enough to need it." She glanced at Duncan a moment, then
looked back at Malina. "But it is yours. He said so, once." Alix
put the comb into the girl's hand and silently left die pavilion.

Duncan caught her before she had gone more man five steps.
He swung her gently to face him, one hand going tenderly to her
shorn hair.

"Cheysula, forgive me. I had no right."

His gentle voice nearly finished her. "I have no claim to that
tide, Duncan. You have given it to anomer."

His hands cupped her jaw and lifted her face so he could see
DOT welling tears. His own face was stark and tight. "You have
only to say it, Alix. It is yours to decide. We would not be
nappy apart."

"I would not be happy sharing you." She swallowed heavily.
"I doubt Malina would care for it, for all mat."

"Malina knows I have asked for you as meijha."

"She knowsT9

His band smoothed back a ragged tendril of hair. "It is often
done among us, Alix."

"I cannot." A tear spilled over and slipped down her cheek.

"And if you have conceived?"

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She closed her eyes and put her forehead against his chest.
"Why must you take her back? What I have done is no light
thing for me, and now it is all for naught. Duncan ... I did not
know I would have to fight a woman and an unborn child. I
thought I had only to mink of die Council."

"I am sony, small one. I did not intend diis."

Alix sucked in a trembling breath. "They will try to make me
. take Finn as a husband."

His hands stiffened. "What do you say?"

"Raissa told me. It is doubtful I can keep my wish to remain

•part." Alix shivered. "Unless I have conceived. Raissa said a
would change matters."

"Aye, you could live apart with the child ... or become mei
Jha to me. Which would you choose?"

She lifted her head. "I have said I will be mei jha to no man,
Duncan. Even you."

"And Finn?"

"I want no one but you."

"I have said how you may have me."

"And / have said no." She stepped back from him and smiled
sadly. "Perhaps Finn will have die forcing of me yet"

"Alix . . ."

"Duncan, I know mere is much of the Cheysuli I cannot
comprehend. But mere are things in me you cannot comprehend.
Do not ask me again to be your mei jha, for I will not. '*

She waited for his answer. When-he said nothing at all,
_ remote and unattainable before her, Alix turned and walked

•way.

Alix felt the weight of her decision as she walked slowly back
to Raissa's pavilion. She knew, instinctively, Duncan wanted her
as much as she him, but die pride inherent in his race would not

•Bow him to come after her.
;  Nw will mine allow me to accept his offer.
\  She considered it carefully again, as she had since Duncan
feat suggested she be his mei jha. The shiver of distaste mat ran
briefly through her body once more told her she could not be so
free with die man she loved. It was not a Homanan custom.
ffl cannot have him to myself, I will not have him at all.
But me decision, once made, gave her no contentment.
She slowly became aware of me voices as she walked. They
, were different from mose she heard spoken by Cheysuli in d»
Keep; mese were not sounds her ears heard but what her nrind
nosed. Alix fingered her brow as if touch might tell her what it
J>, but no answer came. Whispers floated through her awareness,

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drifting ia wisps of tooal patterns similar to what she heard as
words from Cai and Storr.

Alix stopped abruptly, staring around to search for those who
tormented her, but no one seemed to pay her mind except    C
passing curiosity. The Cheysuli, she had learned, did not exhibit    *'
the open emotions of the Homanans.

She pressed bands against her head as the oppression increased.
No one said anything to her, yet she was so sensitized to the
gentle waves of sound in her mind that she thought she had gone
mad. Alix stopped walking and waited for the madness to take
her completely.

Liren, do not fight so, said Storr's gentle voice.

Alix opened her eyes and saw the wolf before her. She gasped
and knelt, putting grasping hands to his neck ruff.

Storr, is this a punishment? she wailed silently. A curse?

It is a gift, liren, from the gods. It is only new to you.

Alix glanced up as a shadow passed over her. Cai circled in
me air, dipping and playing among the currents.

Liren, he said, you must learn to control your gifts.

Control them! she cried, startled.

Come with us, Storr said gendy- Come with us, liren, and we
will teach you.

They took her out of the Keep, to a huge oak scored with an
old lightning-wound. The charred hole left behind was enough to
hide her, and Alix crawled into it as if seeking security in a
mother's womb. Storr lay down at her feet and Cai perched on
an overhead limb.

"What must I learn?" she asked aloud.

To accept, Cai said. Not to rail against your tahlmorra.

"You are Duncan*s lir," she accused. "You will support
whatever he says."

/ am his lir but I am also myself. I am not a dog, liren, who
answers its master's voice with unthinking loyalty. I am of the
Ur, and we are chosen by the gods.

Storr's tone agreed. We are not echoes of those we bond with,
or I would have all of my lir's faults.

Alix laughed softly and stretched out a hand to caress Storr's
silver pelt. "You have none of Finn's faults."

Then will you listen?

Her hand tell away. "Aye."

Cai mantled once and settled more comfortably. You bear the
Old Blood, liren. It has gone out of the clan. You will bring it
back.

"By bearing children."

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. Aye, Cai agreed. How else does a female give more to the
mid?

Alix scowled at her bare feet.

Storr's eyes glinted. /( is not that you do not want children,
liren, he said. It is that you wish to choose who will father them.

"Aye!" she shouted. "Aye, you have the right of r/iaf!"

We cannot tell you who to take, Cai said calmly, ignoring her
outburst. That is for you to decide. But we can aid you accept
your tahlmorra, and the gifts the gods have given you.

"What have they given me?"

The ability to hear us.

Alix frowned. "I have ever heard you. From me beginning."

But you hear us all, liren, Storr said. Each lir in the Keep.

You are not mad. Cai said reassuringly. It is only you hear
what no one else hears.

"I hear . . ." she whispered distantly.

The weight in your mind, Storr told her. It is the voices you
hear, when the lir converse. You must set it aside until it is
needed.

"And if I cannot?"

Then it could drive you mad, Cai said at last.

Alix closed her eyes. "It is a curse."

No, said Storr. No more than the ability to take lir-shape.

Her eyes snapped open. "I could shapechangeT'

You have the Old Blood, Cai said quietly. And with it comes
all the old gifts.

Alix set a hand against the tree as if to steady herself. Her
thoughts ranged far ahead of what she bad just heard, conjuring
visions of herself in die shape of any animal she wished. Then
she frowned.

"I have no lir."

You wed none. Stoir told her- That is what the Old Blood
means . . . freedom to speak with all lir and assume any shape.

"By me gods!" she whispered. "How is it possible?"

Others have also asked that, Storr said, sounding suspiciously
like Finn. But they have not been the get of the gods.

She slanted him a sharp glance. "No one else in the clan can
do mis?"

No. It is a thing long lost to us. for the Cheysuli have taken
Homanan women to increase their numbers. It has weakened the
gifts. Storr paused. It is for you to bring the Old Blood back.

"We begin again," she said suspiciously. "You have said this
before."

That does not make it less true, Cai commented.

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She craned her head to stare up at the hawk. "Then teach
me," she said. "Show me what it is to shapechange."

First you must decide which of us to bond with.

She considered it. "Flight must be difficult. Perhaps it would
be better if I remained earthbound, this first time.*'

You are wise, Uren. My Ur near broke his arm his first time in
the air.

Alix, struck by a vision of Duncan having difficulties, laughed
aloud and nodded. "Then I will be a wolf."

Stoir approved. Then listen, Uren. He paused. Your sight,
while good, has become secondary to your ability to smell.
Allow yourself to judge the world by scent, Uren. The earth,
trees, insects, worms, birds, leaves, pollen, breezes. And more.
Do not depend solely on mere sight, for if can fail. Think with
your nose.

She concentrated, closing her eyes and dying to separate
individual scents.

Now you must feel the damp earth beneath your paws; mud
clinging to your claws. Be wary of sharp stows that can trap
themselves between your pads, and thorns that pierce the tender
webbing between toes.

Alix put her hands to the moldy, leafy ground and felt me
dampness.

Winter is coming. Your coal must be thick and warm. A heavy
layer of fat forms beneath your skin, thickening your undercoat.
It itches, but you know it will mean added warmth in the coldest
season. Your tail grows bushier, more luxuriant, and you are
lovely, Uren.

She was.

You nave the endurance to travel many leagues in a single
day, without food and little wafer. Your sinews and nerves are
strongly knit and your heart is large. You are young and strong
and joyous in Ufe.

Alix fete warm blood pulsing through her veins; felt the vi-
brancy and exhilaration of youth. She opened her eyes and met
Storr's on a level, realizing she knelt in me leaves like any
four-footed creature.

The world spun. It picked her up like a leaf on a whirlwind
and turned her upside down.

AKx put a band out toward Storr, silently asking his help, but
she saw only a padded, furred paw with black nails.

She cried out, and heard her voice echoing in the woods like
tie howl of a lonely wolf.

Disorientation took her. Dizzily she clasped her head in her
hands, conscious they were human once more.

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"Stoir she said weakly.

^ A was too fast, Urw. You must not fear the shapechange. You
^•'.cannot harm yourself in Ur-shape, but it is not wise to shift too
^ auickty. The mind cannot adjust.

\ Stowly her stomach settled itself. Her eyes saw cleariy again
• id the ache in her head died to nothingness. She smiled wearily,
. triumphantly, and looked into the wolfs wise eyes.
"I have done it."
ft will be better, after this.
Perhaps, Cai said gently, you will amaze even my lir.

Chapter Six

Alix sat hunched on the broken stump of a felled tree, toes
digging through die velvet of her court slippers into the soft

' ground. The slippers were torn and stained, nearly useless, for

' they had been made for Shame's palace and not the wikmess of a
Cheysuli Keep. Her ruined gown had been changed for a woolen
dress of palest orange; her ragged hair trimmed so that it did not

. straggle so much, but she had returned the slippers to recall her
brief moment of glory.

The glory had gone. Only in her dreams did she recall me

, richness of Homana-Mujhar and the fine glittering city surround-
Ng its rose-colored walls. Her days left her no time to think, for
the hours were filled with Raissa's words as she taught Alix the
customs she must know. Her hands were never still; she needs
must learn how to weave a tapestry, how to tend two fires at
ooce. how to cook Cheysuli dishes ... and how to prepare
herself to take a cheysul. The shar tahi had yet to see her

' personally but Raissa said there was no need; the man spent his

" time researching the birthlines to trace her history and ancestors
ao mat BO one could question her birth.

They bind me ... she thought. They seek to bind me tightly
within the coils of their prophecy, so I have no choice but to do
as they wish.

Alix smoothed die soft wool over her knees, fingering me nap.
She had been shocked to find the skill so evident in Cheysuli
craftsmanship. She had grown up believing them little better than

1; barbarians without the niceties of Homanan culture and crafts,
but five days with the clan had already altered her perceptions.

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Their fabrics were close-woven and fine, dyed muted dudes of
every cotor and often beaded with semi-precious stones or bright-
ened with gleaming metals.

And the jewelry . . . Alix realized even the finest of Mujhara's
goldsmiths could not match me skill of Cheysuli craftsmanship.
The warriors wore thick fir-bands on their arms and a single
earring, but their talents stretched farther than that. Already Alix
had seen small casks filled with delicate ornaments fit to bedeck
any king or queen.

A strange thing ... she thought, that a race so dedicated to
war can also make such delicate, beautiful things.

The hands came over her shoulders and rested mere, one
thumb caressing her neck. The intimacy of the touch brought
home all the longing she felt for Duncan, for he had not seen her
except in passing. Alix lowered her bead and stared blindly at
me leaf-carpeted ground, wishing Duncan would not play with
her emotions so.

"I have missed you," he said.

Alix stiffened and spun out from under the hands, leaping up
and stumbling away. Finn's hands slowly dropped back to his
sides.

Her breath came harshly, whistling through her constricted
throat. One hand spread across her neck, guarding it; the other
tangled itself in her skirts.

"What is it you want of me?" she asked.

Finn's lips twitched. "That, I think, you know already."

Alix lowered her hand and stood stiffly before him. "Why
have you come?"

*To speak with you." He sat down on her deserted stump and
stretched out his legs. Thigh muscles bunched and rolled beneath
me snug fit of his learner leggings. His face still bore the thread
of pinkish scar tissue over one black eyebrow.

"What would you and I have to speak about?*'

"You and I," he said quietly.

Alix frowned at him. **I do not understand."

Finn sighed and gestured. "I will not leap on you, meijha, I
promise. But I cannot speak to you if you persist in being so
frightened of me. Your eyes are like those of a doe when facing
• hunter." He smiled. "Sit, if you will."

Alix hesitated, still defiant before him, but she was caught by
the lightness in his tone. He had shed the ironic mocking she
hated so much. Carefully she sealed down in the leaves and
spread her skirts around her folded legs.

"Council has been called for this night."

She felt blood leave her face. "Council. . ."

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"At sunset."

"What is the subject of it?"

"AH manner of things; many of which concern you."

Alix bit at her lip. "I thought it might be that."

"I have come to save you some trouble."

Her chin lifted. "You do not save trouble, Finn; you make
it."

He had me grace to color. "For you . . . perhaps I did. I
admit it." He smiled crookedly. "But admitting is not an apology,
and 1 will never apologize for following my judgment."

Alix stared at him, growing more baffled by me moment.
"Finn, you had best be plain with me."

He nulled his legs in and sat upright on the stump. "You did
not conceive-"

Heat coursed through her face as she went rigid. "What do
you know of it?"

His eyes were amused, though be did not laugh at her. "Among
- the Cheysuli such things are not kept locked behind doors. We
are too few to look upon it as a woman's mystery. It is a reason
to rejoice, Alix, when a Cheysuli woman has conceived." He
paused as she stared hard at the ground. "Raissa told me when I
asked this morning. There is no child."

"Raissa had no right to tell you anything, nor you the right to

k."

"I had every right. I intend to ask for your clan-rights in
Council this night."

Alix's bead jerked up. "No!"

"Duncan will not nave you," he said ruthlessly- "That has
been made plain to all of us. He will take Malina, as he has ever
intended. There is no hope left to you."

"There is ever hope," she said fiercely, though she knew he
was right-
He moved off the stump and knelt in the leaves before her,
catching her hands before she could escape his closeness.

"You have said you will be no man's mei jha. That is your
Homanan blood speaking, but I will respect it. 1 am not entirely
blind to your needs, Alix." He smiled at her ironically. "I will
sacrifice a part of my freedom."

She tried to break free of his clasping hands but could not.
Once again she fete helpless, trapped, and the famihar fright rose
up. She knelt before him, trembling, hands icy cold in me
warmth of his.

"Fum ... I cannot. There can never be peace between us.
You made that impossible from the very first day. I would hardly
be a docile, accommodating cheysula."

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His grin flashed. "If I wanted that sent of cheysula, I would
never ask for you."

She managed to glare at him. "Then why do you ask for
me?"

"I have wanted you from the beginning/* he said deliberately.
"I will take you however I can get you."

Alix recoiled from him, finally breaking free. "I would never
take you . . . never\ By all the gods, Finn . . . you are my
half-brother! You stole me! You took my life and destroyed it,
and now you seek to make a new one I want no part of. It is
Duacan I want. . . notyouV

His face remained set and closed, but me color drained slowly
until he resembled a dead man. But the intensity in his eyes
showed his blood still ran beneath his flesh.

"Duncan wants Malina," be said coldly. "Not you. Else he
would renounce the old oath he made to her so long ago, and
take you as his cheysula." He shrugged dismissively. "You will
grow out of wanting Duncan, my Homanan rujholla, if only
because such desires die if not fed."

"There is ever hope," she said blankly.

**There is none," he told her. "You turned from Carillon to
Duncan. In time, you will turn from my rujfwUi to me."

"You cannot make me!" she cried.

"I will not have to." Finn glanced down at his hands as be
idly separated me leaves by colors. "I spoke to me shar tahl.
You will be acknowledged at Council, and formally accepted
into the clan. With that acceptance comes clan-rights, which any
warrior may ask for." He looked at her. "Others may ask for
you, Alix. because you are young and healthy and new to me
clan. But I mink you will take me, because—for all that has
happened between us—you know me."

"I will take Duncan," she said firmly, knowing it as a
weapon against Finn. "Duncan."

Finn's mouth twisted. "I also spoke with Duncan about your
clan-rights, rujholla. He is clan-leader. It is his place to know
what clan-rights wifl be asked, and who will do the asking."

She stared at him. "I do not understand."

"A clan-leader can ever deny a warrior me woman he wishes.
Taking a cheysula is a formal thing. The clan-leader must give
his permission."

Alix felt cold and hollow, and very much alone. "And Dun-
can ...?"

"He gave me permission, Alix. He will not interfere."

Duncan! she cried within her soul.

"If it is not me, it will be another," Finn said gently.

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Alix looked at him. For die first tune he spoke softly to her,
without the mocking mannerisms she had come to expect. She
summoned up me image of him shapechanging before her, but it
no longer frightened her. She had her own ability, though no one
knew of it yet. Part of him, she knew, must be like Duncan. If
he was harsh and taunting and impulsive, it was because Duacan
was not, and Finn must make his own way.

She moved forward on her knees, sitting before him with
leaves spread all around them. Alix slowly touched his hand,
then pulled it into her own. She saw the startled flicker in his
eyes.

"Finn," she said softly, "Rujho . . ." She swallowed and
smiled. "Take me home."

His hand stiffened and jerked away. "Home . . ."

"To the croft," she said. "To Torrin. To the life I know."

His face masked itself. "This is your home. I will take you
"nowhere."

"Finn ..." she said softly, "I give you a chance to pay back
what you took from me. Take me home."

Finn got to his feet and looked down on her as she knelt in the
leaves. "I could not let you go," be said cleariy. "Not now,
when you are nearly mine. You forget, rujholla ... I stole you
because I wanted you. I will not give you up so easily."

"But if Duncan said no—"

"Duncan said aye," he reminded her. "Duncan has said I
may have you."

She stared up at him. "And if I refuse you? If I stand up in
Council and say I will not have you?"

The mocking smile was back. "Do not forget our third gift,
meijha. What you will not do willingly, you may be forced to
do."

"Please," she said.

Finn looked down on her pleading face. "No," he said. and
left her.

Alix stood outside the slate-colored pavilion and closed her
eyes, summoning her courage. Finally she scratched at me doorflap
and waited. Duncan called for her to enter.

She hesitated, then pulled the doorflap aside. It dropped be-
hind her as she stood there, letting her eyes adjust to the dim
light. Duncan was hunched over a low worktable, a slender
metal stylus held in one hand as he scraped carefully at gleaming
gold.

"Aye?" he asked, without looking up.
.Alix wet her lips. "Duncan."

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The line of his shoulders and arms stiffened. For a moment he
coatinued working on the goM ornament, then he set it aside and
dropped his tool down. It rattled against the gold and wood,
roiling across me table. Alix watched it move, unable to meet his
eyes.

**I have come to you because you are clan-leader," she said
carefully.

"Sit down, Alix."

She knelt on me other side of me worktabte. still not looking
at nun. Her heels dug into her thighs as she folded her legs under
her. Finally she brought her head up.

"Him came to me. He said he has spoken to you; mat he will
ask for my clan-rights at Council."

He wore his solemn clan-leader face. "Aye."

Her breath was unsteady as she drew it in. "Duncan ... I do
not wish for Finn, You know mat."

"ft has been settled," be said remotely. "And if you bring
dus up again, I cannot be only a clan-leader to you."

Alix smiled at the unspoken warning. At least he was not
totally indifferent to her. "I have not come to ask you to
reconsider your offer to me," she told him. "You have made it
plain what you will do, and I am done begging for more."

His eyes flickered. "Then what do you seek, Alix?"

"I want you to withdraw your permission to Finn. I wast
nothing to do with him. We could never make a marriage
between us ... and I mink it might be me death of one of us if
we were forced. I think it would be his death ... not mine."

Duncan smiled briefly, though he banished it quickly enough.
"ft would not be a tedious match."

"ft will not be a match at all," she said darkly. "Duncan,
withdraw your permission."

"On what grounds?"

She scowled at him. "I do not want him!"

He shrugged. "Those are not grounds. That is merely contrari-
ness speaking, and women are prone to mat."

Alix stared at him. "You cannot want me to take him!"

His face twisted. "No," he said at last. "I do not want you to
take him. But to refuse him because of mat speaks of prejudice,
and a clan-leader cannot be so petty. Alix, me match will be
good for me clan."

"Is mat all you can say?" she demanded. "Can you only see
me clan, and not me? By the gods, Duncan, I thought we had
more between us. What has become of mis precious tahtmorraV

Color surged into his face, then slowly fell away. "Will you
accept another warrior?"

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"You know there is only one warrior I will accept."
'^Then the choice is yours." he said softly. "Be mei jha to
me ... or cheysula to another man.'*
"Why?"

*'I promised Malina when we were eight years old," he said
quietly. "A Cheysuli oam is binding."

"She broke it."

"She did not mink I meant what I said." Duncan touched the
golden ornament on his table. "She went to Borrs because she
thought I would change my mind. When I did not... she was
feiriy caught. The clan-leader had given his permission for Borrs
to ask for her clan-rights, and once done that is not rescinded. It
fe binding." He looked at her bleakly. "I did what you have
done. I asked me clan-leader to withdraw his permission to
Borrs, so mat I could ask for Malina. He would not do it ...
and they were formally acknowledged before Council."

Alix frowned. "But I thought you were clan-leader, and that
was why you would not take a cheysula."

He looked weary. "Tieman died of a sickness. It took months.
AH knew I would be his successor, so I made my decision to
remain solitary before he died. But he was still clan-leader. And
when he died, Malina was already cheysula to Borrs."

"But the child . . ."

**It could be mine. ft could be Borrs's." He sighed faintly.
"We are not a race mat places much honor on fidelity."

She recoiled. "She was wed-to him?"

Duncan smiled. "I did not think you would understand.'*

"Do you mean you are willing to take Malina and myself, and
yet may also seek other women?"

He frowned thoughtfully. "I cannot say what I will do. What
man could?"

This new side of him shocked her. She peered into his face
uncertainly. "Duncan ... do you mean this?"

He shrugged. "I have never been a man for all women. One
suffices. I doubt I would trouble you mat way."

"Duncan!"

"Alix, she carries a child that may be mine."

"And I do not," she said dully.

"Alix—"

"If she had not conceived, would you be so ready to make her
your cheysula?"

He looked away. "If Borrs had lived, and the child still
mine . . ." Duncan sighed deeply. "I mink I would have said
notfaing.'*

She stared at him. "Then it is the child . . ."

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"I have ever cared for Malina," be said steadily.

"And if the child is not yours?"

His jaw tightened. "I cannot take that chance."

"Yet she is willing to share you with me?"

"I made it a condition," he said softly. "I said I would take
her for the sake of the child . . . and if she would accept you as
my meijha."

"Duncan!"

"Small one, had she said no I would have made you my
cheysula. But there is much between Malina and myself, and 1
could not forsake her so easily."

"But you foreake me ... you give me to Finn!"

"Because he has asked, and there is no reason to deny him. It
is not for me to do."

"I will not have him. I have told him mat, and now I tell
you." She fisted^ her hands in her skirt. "I am Cheysuli, clan-
leader, and you cannot compel me."

"We will do whatever we must, Alix," he said gently- "Even
to one of our own."

She rose slowly, shaking her skirts into order. Somehow she
summoned a smile. "You cannot force me, Duncan. That you
will see."

She turned on her heel and left him.

BOOK III

"The Cheysula"

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Chapter One

Alix stood before Raissa's pavilion and called Cat and Storr to
her. The Ur came and accompanied her to the lightning-scored
tree, saying nothing, though she was sure they knew what she
planned to do. She needed practice in assuming ft'r-shape; if she
wanted to impress upon the Council the magnitude of her abilities,
she had better do it competently.

Cai perched above her on a stout limb, preening his feathers
into perfection. Storr sat down and watched her from wise amber
eyes.

"Help me," she said.

You need only think yourself a wolf, he said, and you will be
one.

She recalled the words he had used before, the sensations
coursing through her body as she made tee transition. A part of it
still frightened her, but she also recognized it for the gift it was.
And it might keep her from Finn, if she showed Council what
she could do.

Alix opened her eyes and crawled out of the deep hollow,
shaking her shaggy red-gray coat. Sounds came more sharply to
her twitching ears, and her nose told her more than she dreamed
possible. She smiled, baring gleaming teeth.

Storr and the young wolf-bitch shouldered through the
underbrush. Alix delighted in the feel and sensation of things she
normally paid no mind to. She found she did not lose awareness
of herself as a person, rather that knowledge and awareness were
enhanced and extended until she could comprehend both Hfe
processes. Her intelligence was neither diminished nor improved;

she merely understood things as both human and wolf.

She had lost her human speech but needed no words with the
Ur. Thoughts from Cai and Storr still formed themselves in
patterns easily comprehended. With an uprush of pride and
ecstasy she knew in full measure what it was to be Cheysuli.

And in that same instant she understood why Shaine the
Mujoar hated her race.

He thinks the Cheysuli will use their arts in retribvlion for the
au'mahlin. He will never rescind it.'

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Now ywjuify understand, Iven, Csd chimed. Shame cannot
forgive himself his own pride, or his own/ear.

Alix, new to her wolf senses and tost in contemplation, did
not hear the snapping of twigs in the underbrush. Cai winged
higher and Storr slipped into me shadows, but she—glowing
ruddy-gray in vibrant health—provided an inviting target to die
mounted hunter.

A bough cracked beneath the horse's hooves. Alix spun around.
Alarm spread through her sinews and charged her thudding heart
wim shock.

She twisted, leaping into the air, yelping in fear and pain as
the arrow sliced into the ruff at her neck.

The hunter, dismounting to locate me downed wolf-bitch,
parted the underbrush and found himself looking into the dilated
eyes of a woman.

He stumbled back a step as she clasped the flesh at me top of
her left shoulder, blood welling between her fingers. She gripped
die arrow in her free hand and threw it at him, trembling with
duck and pain.

Alix's words tumbled over themselves as she cursed him,
hardly able to speak through tee violence of clenched teem. He
turned and crashed back through the underbrush to his horse.

She moaned softly and rocked on her knees, one arm clasping
her bleeding shoulder, the other stretched across her roiling
stomach.

You must return to the Keep! Storr said in alarm as he melted
out of me trees.

"I c-cannot. . ." she gasped.

Cai came down to a nearby branch, agitated and mantling.
SM-en, you must get to the Keep.

Alix could only force out a weakened denial and slipped
bonelessly to me leafy ground, blood spilling rapidly from her
shoulder.

She was aware of pain when me arms took her from me
ground and cradled her against a broad chest. Alix fought to
open her eyes, achieved it, and stared dimly at Duncan's face- It
was drawn and pale, and in his eyes she saw fear.

"Duncan . . ."

"Be silent, small one. I will take you to me Keep."

"How did you know?" she asked weakly.

"The Ur came. Cai told me."

"What of Council?"

His anas tightened. "Be silent, Alix! I will not have you
weaken yourself with such worries."

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He took her to Raissa's pavilion and settled her on her thick
furred pallet, shifting her limbs carefully. Though her mind was
sluggish and strangely dull she was conscious of his gentleness
and concern. But when she tried to ask him another question he
placed a hand over her mouth.

"If you will allow it, small one. I will let you feel the healing
arts of me Cheysuli. But it must be soon."

Her ears rang and her bones fett heavy as stone. Her eyes saw
only fuzziness. "I would not consign myself to death," she
whispered as he removed his hand. "Do what you will."

He settled himself next to her pallet, crossing his legs. He did
not touch her, but his eyes were fixed on her with absolute
possessiveoess and determination.

Suddenly she found herself trembling, unable to feel me soft
furs beneath her or me warmth of the blood still spilling from her
shoulder. Only air was beneath her, and when she tensed against
ns feather touch she felt the earth under her hands. Her fingers
curled against it, clawing into its softness. It enveloped her in
rich gentleness, entering the pores of her skin.

She opened her mouth to scream but could find no voice. A
blurring came into her mind, fogging her eyes, stopping her ears.
She sought to lift a trembling hand and found her body would
not answer her.

Duncan's hand smoothed hair from her damp forehead. "It is
done, small one. Rest yourself. I promise you will be better."

Her eyes cleared slowly. She saw him by her, himself again,
though he looked weary. "Duncan . . ."

"Hush," he said softly, running a gentle hand over me wounded
shoulder. "It is healed, but it will take time for you to recover
your strength. The earth magic does not give back everything."

"What did you do?"

"I summoned the healing touch of the earth, ft is magic mat
resides in all me lands, but only the Cheysuli may summon it"

"I will miss Council," she said.

"Aye. It will take time for your strength to return."

Her eyes closed. "It is better so. I have no wish to see you ask
for Malina,"

"Or have Finn ask for you?"

Her eyes flew open. "Duncan ... do not tease me. Not about
this."

"I do not tease," he said gently. "And I should not long
prolong this for either of us." He took her right hand and laced
his fingers into hers. "Finn will not be asking for your clan-
rights mis night. Or ever."

"You have refused him?"

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"There is another warrior who takes precedence over Finn."

"Another!" Her fingers stiffened. "DuBcan—"

His free band covered her mouth again. "Listen to me, small
one; do not be so ready to fight me when there is no need." He
smiled at her. "I went to see Malina after you had left. I had
every intention of asking for her clan-fights this night. But she
let fall me truth of me child . . . mat it was Borrs's. and she
knew it. She said nothing because she did not wish to lose me to
you." His expression was wry. "I had not thought myself the
gort of man two women would want so badly, but I will not task
myself over it. I will simply accept roe wisdom of the gods."

Alix grinned at him, amused by his masculine assurance. Her
fingers tightened in his. "If you will not have Malina—"

"—1 will have you." He bent and kissed her tenderly. "If
you will take me."

"There is no question," she whispered, fighting against
drowsiness. "None."

He put something in her hand, curling her fingers around the
coolness of metal. Alix opened her eyes and stared at roe thing.
ft was a curving neck torque of purest gold, beaten into hundreds
of gleaming facets- At the lowest point stretched the fluted wings
of a soaring hawk, and in its talons was clasped a glowing lump
of dark amber.

"ft is Cheysuli custom," he said. "The warrior offers the
woman a torque, to signify the bond, and if she accepts it they
are considered wed."

"What of these clan-rights you speak of?"

Duncan smiled. "I will ask for them formally in Council, but
ft would not hurt anything if we preceded roe formality a little. If
you are willing."

She ran a trembling finger over roe gleaming hawk, down to
the amber. "I must ask it, Duncan."

"Then ask."

"You said your race does not place so much honor on fidelity."

He smiled. "1 thought it might be that. Small one, you need
fear nothing. While it is true the Cheysuli do not often keep
themselves to one woman, it does not mean we cannot. I respect
your Homanan ideals, cheysula. I do not intend to give you
reason to cast me out of your heart."

She closed her eyes to hide her tears. "Duncan ... if this is
the lahlmomt you spoke of... I think I can follow it faithfully."

He bent and kissed her brow. "Hush. 1 must leave you now,
for Council, but I will return. Rest, cheysula."

She wanted to keep him by her but let him go. When he had
left her Raissa came and knelt, covering her with a soft blanket.

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"Now you see the strength in him, Alix. For all Shaine's
qu'mahlin changed his life, it has made him a warrior."

She feft herself drifting. "You speak as if you have known
him longer than any."

Raissa smiled. "I have. I bore him."

Alix's eyes snapped open. "You are Duncan's mother?"

"And Finn's."

She stared at me woman blankly. "You did not say . . ." She
thought it over. "Nor did they."

"There was no need. But have I not proven a good ear for you
to rant of Finn's arrogance while you silently longed for Duncan?"

Alix closed her eyes. "You shame me, lady. I have said
things no mother should hear."

Raissa laughed. "I know all of Finn's faults, small one. And
you fool yourself if you think Duncan has none.'*

"I have not seen any," Alix said distinctly.

The woman laughed again and smoothed back her shortened
hair. "Only because you will not let yourself. Have you not lost
most of your hair because of his jealousy?"

Alix smiled through her exhaustion. "Perhaps that is one fault
lean accept."

"Rest now, small one," Raissa said gently. "He will come
back to you."

Alix struggled for awareness a moment longer. "I am Bale's
daughter, lady. How can you show kindness to the daughter of
me man who left you for another?"

"It does not matter, Alix. That is all in the past."

"I know now Finn hates," Alix said quietly. "I would not
have you hate me like that."

"Hale was a Cheysuli warrior. He conducted himself accord-
ing to his lights, b is the custom among us, Alix, you are
welcome in my pavilion. If I can have Hale back through you. I
am glad of it."

"Raissa—"

"Hush. If you wish, we will speak of mis another time.
Perhaps mere are things you would like to know about your
jehan;'

Alix slid farther into dreamless sleep, lost within me realiza-
tion she would be Duncan's woman after all.

But she also wondered at the magic in Lmdir's soul to so
ensorcel a man.

And she wondered if she had not her own measure of it

Two days later she was installed in Duncan's pavilion, propped
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be in his place, knowing it was now hers as well, but as he Stood
lover her soticitously she knew only she was the happiest she had
'.'ever been.
,  "I am well, Duncan," she said softly.

He looked down at her sternly. "Then tell me how you came
t by an arrow wound."

I'  Alix laughed at him. "It was a young hunter. EUasian, I must
| believe."

I. He frowned at her. "Tell me why a hunter would shoot you,
I- rather than seek other things with you."
,   She looked down at her blanketed legs, wiggling her toes
tbeneath me wool. Finally she glanced back up. "Because," she
?wd gently, "he thought I was a wolf."
|  Duncan*s brows lifted. "I hardly see bow he could mistake
^.you for a woy, Alix. Perhaps he saw Storr, and simply missed."
I. The time had come for an admission. She had missed Council,
l.wfaen she would have shown her skill to them, and had not said
1-cayming to Duncan regarding me accident. She had cradled her
| knowledge to her like a child, keeping it secret and anticipating
•me joy in telling him. Now it proved more difficult man she had
| imagined.

^ - "He did not miss," she said finally, fingering the healing
I,, wound in her shoulder. "He mistook me for a wolf because I
|;*H3f one."

| Duncan made a skeptical sound and sat down at his tow
|,woAtable, picking up his tools and a gold brooch she had
| watched him work on for two days. The /ir-torque rested against
:; her throat, warmed by her skin.

"You do not believe me?" she asked.
"You weave me a tale, cheysula,91

"I am telling you the truth. Duncan ... I can do more than
apeak with the tir. I take /ir-shape, too."
a for a moment he continued to work on me brooch. Then,
when she said nothing more, he looked at her from beneath
lowered brows.

"Alix, would you truly have me believe—"
"You had better!" she flung at him. "I would hardly lie about
somemmg so close to a Cheysuli warrior. I will even prove it to
you."

She moved as if to get up. Duncan, rising rapidly from his
cross-legged position as he dropped bis tools, reached her bed
and stood over her. "You go nowhere, cheysula. until you are

*I am better."

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"Better than you are now." He grinned, "ft will not be long,
I think."

She settled back against the furs. "I am not lying. Ask; Cai.
He and Stem taught me bow to do it."

Duncan dropped to his knees beside her. "Is this true? Alix,
you are unique enough that you converse with the lir. Can you
truly assume Jir-shape as well?"

"Aye," she said softly.

He sank back OB his heels. "But mis has not been done for
centuries. Our history says once all Cheysuli could assume any
fir-shape, but since before my grandsire's time this was only
done by men. And then only when bonded by a single Ur. It was
the Firstborn who had the old abilities."

"Those who made me prophecy."

"Aye," he said absently, eyes clouded with thought. "The
Firstborn took any fir-shape at will, and conversed with them all.
But their blood has been gone from us for a long time." He
looked at her sharply. "Unless, somehow, you have a measure
of it." Duncan got to his feet rapidly, startling her. "I will be
back."

Alix stared after him, baffled by his sudden withdrawal, but
she assumed he knew what be was doing. She pulled the blanket
higher around her shoulders and snuggled down against me
pallet, drowsily content. But part of her was still amazed at roe
new course her life had taken.

Duncan returned with a Cheysuli Alix did not know; a much
older man whose hair was pure white and held back by a slender
bronze fillet. Alix, struggling to sit upright again, saw be did not
wear the leather of me warriors; instead he clothed himself in a
fine white wool robe. clasped with a leather belt mounted with
bronze platelets. Like Raissa. he wore silver bells at his belt dial
seat a shiver of sound through the pavilion whenever he moved.

Alix sent a puzzled glance at Duncan, who gestured with all
deference for the man to seat himself on a brown bear pelt placed
before the small fire caim. The man did so with great dignity,
carefully settling brittle bones into a comfortable position. He
put a rolled deerskin on me pelt before him and waited.

Duncan sat down at Aim's side. "This is me shar tahi. He
keeps me rituals and traditions for the clan, and passes me
history down to each generation. Each child born learns his
ancestors and what has gone before from this man. You have
come late to your clan, but you are here now, and he will tell
you what you must know." He smiled faintly. "He may also
nave the answer to my question."

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soft and supple, bleached white as snow, and as it unrolled
»re him Alix saw the runic symbols and lines twisting on the
c of the pavilion like a snake. He tapped me deerskin with a
rted finger.

**Your birthline," be said. "You are here as surely as your

•turn, and his jehan before him." The finger moved. **AH the
wy back to the Firstborn."
"But what does it mean?** she asked softly.
His finger moved off the main line of runes and traced a
BCond line, like the branch of a tree. Alix followed the move-
lent until it stopped. The finger tapped again.
"There."

"Where?" she asked.

He looked at her sternly from rheumy yellow eyes. "There.
be answer lies there."

She looked helplessly at Duncan. He maintained his solemn
tan-leader demeanor, though she had come to know he had
ashes of Finn-like irreverence. He simply kept it quieter.
"If you know so little of your clan, you had best come to me
w instruction." the shar tahl intoned.
Alix nodded meekly. "I will leam."
The shar tahl touched a red symbol gone dark with age. "It is
ere in the birthline. Five generations ago the Mujhar took a
|Cheysuli mei jha, whose clan was so pure it could name mem-
|bers of the Firstborn as direct ancestors. AU could assume fir-
|ahape. even the women." His thin shoulders stiffened. "That
|dan has since been destroyed by roe qu'mahlin."
| Alix ignored his controlled bitterness, counting back in her
|head. Then she shot the shar tahi a startled glance. "Shame's
^ great-great grandsire?"

| "The woman who was mei jha to a Mujhar bore trim a
|daughter. She was raised at Homana-Mujhar and wed to a for-
|cagn princeling, from Erinn- Shaine the Mujhar first took an
•'Erinnish princess to wife, and so the blood came back."
I- "Then I am Cheysuli on both sides." Alix sat upright. "There
| is Cheysuli blood in Shaine!'*

"ft has been thinned," the shar tahl said firmly. "Marriage
; with foreigners has overcome any Cheysuli traits left.'* He pushed
. a wisp of white hair from bis brow. "it is roe women who have
c done this. It is in their blood. EUinda bore Lindir, who has gifted
, you with the Old Blood long lost to us all."

Duncan touched her shoulder and pressed her down upon the
; fitts. "Perhaps Lindir, unknowing, had her own tahlmorra. Pes-
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followed what the gods have set for us." He smiled. "If Lindir
has passed this gift to you, you can bring it back into our dan."

She sank back. "I do not understand."

The shor tohl, surprising her, smiled. "It is time you learned
me prophecy. If you will be silent, I will tell it to you."

She felt Duncan's silent amusement and shot him a grimace of
resentment. But she settled herself upon the pallet and nodded at
the old man.

"I am more than ready."

He sat upright before her, aged yellow eyes taking on me
brightness of youth and wisdom. "Once, centuries ago, Homana
was a Cheysuli place. This land was gifted to us by the Firstborn,
who were sired by the old gods. Do you hear me?"

"1 hear," she said softly.

"The Cheysuli ruled Homana. ft was they who built Mujhara
and the palace of Homana-Mujhar. It was die Cheysuli who held
sovereignty over all men."

"But the Mujhars are Homanan!"

He fixed her with a stem glare. "If you will hear me, you
must listen."

She subsided, chastened.

"Mujhar itself is a Cneysuli word. So is Homana. This was
our place long before it came into the hands of the Homanans."

Alix nodded reluctantly as he looked at her. A feint smile
curved his creased lips.

"The mlini rose up in SoUnde and began to move against us.
The Cheysuli were forced to use their own arts to defend the
land. The Homanans, ever doubtful of such sorcery, began to
fear.

"Within a hundred years the fear fumed to hatred; the hatred
to violence. The Cheysuli could not convince the Homaoans of
meir foolishness. We gave up the throne to them so they might
know peace and security, and took up the bond of service to die
Homanan Mujhars. Nearly four centuries ago."

Alix groped with the knowledge, unable to absorb it all.
Finally she nodded to him, silently bidding him continue.

"Until Hale took Lindir away, the Mujhar had ever kept
Cheysuli advisors and councilors, and warriors who protected
this land in battle. A Cheysuli liege man dedicated his life to die
Mujhar. Such was Hole's service."

"And Shaine ended it," she whispered.

"He began me qu'mohUn." The sfwr tohi's face tightened.
"Even that was spoken of in the prophecy, but we chose to
ignore it. We could not believe me Homanans would ever biro
on us. We were foolish, and we have paid the price."

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"What is the prophecy?"

The bitterness vanished, replaced with pride and great dignity.
^•One day a man of all Mood will unite four warring realms and
^two races bearing the gifts of the old gods."
^  Alix stared at him. "Who?"

I   "The prophecy does not name a name. It only shows us the
l^way, so we may follow it and prepare Homana for the proper
[Wan. But it seems we grow closer to me path."
r  "How do we follow it?" she asked softly.
I- "We have the Old Blood in our clan again, because of you.
p The Prophecy speaks of a Cheysuli Mujhar ascending the throne
1 of Homana again after four centuries. It is nearly time."
I "But Carillon will be Mujhar," Alix said.
F "Aye. It is his tohlmorra to prepare the way for the prophecy's
| proper path."

'i   "Carillon?" she asked incredulously. "But he distrusts all
fc Cheysuli!"

| The shar tahl shrugged. "It has been foretold."
'y  Duncan sighed. "This is what 1 meant when I spoke to him in
^ Homana-Mujhar, cheysula. He must be turned from this hatred
? Shaine has put in him, and be made to see Homana's need of us.
1 ft is time we served the prophecy of the Firstborn ... as it was
I' meant "

She looked at him blankly. "But what have I to do with it?"

"It is up to you to give us back our pride and ancient magic."

"How?"

He smiled gently. "By bearing more of us."

Chapter Two

s Alix, tongue clenched firmly between her teeth, wrestled with

the knee-high furred boots. Duncan had brought her the black
; pelt of a mountain cat, cut it to shape with his knife, then handed
I the remains to her with instructions to begin a pair of winter
: boots. Aghast, Alix had stared at him and hoped he was teasing.
S, He was not, she found, and now she cursed within her mind as
she tried to work the thick hide and fur into something resem-
bling boots.

f   She worked until her fingers were awl^n-icked and sore, trou-
~' bled by her inability to fashion the boots. She was slowly

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learning ha- place within the clan and her responsibilities as a
clan-leader's cheysula, bat her experience was sorely lacking.
The warm gray wolfskin boots she wore had been made by
Duncan for her when the weather turned cold, and she wished he
would consent to making them all.

Bat he has things of more import to concern himself with! she
thought souriy, throwing her half-done black boot aside to stare
at the pavilion across the way. He spends his time hunting or
conversing with the Council, speaking ever of the war with
Solinde!

Instantly she was ashamed, for she knew as well as anyone
how seriously concerned the Cheysuli were about the war. Increas-
ingly alarming messages arrived from Jw-couriers sent from
Cheysuli secreted with Mujhara, seeking to leam of Shame's
actions. The Solindish, buttressed by Tynstar's mlini and troops
guided by Keough, Lord of Atvia, had made inroads upon the
Miyhar's defense of Homana.

And I said fellam could never take this land, she thought
hollowly. /, like alt the others, have been too impressed with
past victories.

She sucked idly at a bleeding finger and recalled Duocan's
summing up of the threat to their homeland.

"Homana will fall if Shaine does not commit himself to this
war," he had said one evening, staring gloomily into the flames
of me pavilion fire cairn. "He recalls the victory against Bellaro
twenty-six years ago, and trusts to the might of his armies. But
then he had the Cheysuli, and now he does not."

Alix had shifted closer to him, resting one hand upon his
thigh. "Surely the Mujhar understands mis Solindish threat. He
has ruled for many years, and won many battles."

"He concerns himself more with the qu'mahlin man the
Solindish war. I begin to think his fanaticism has made him
mad." Duncan's hand idly caressed her arm. "He sends his
brother, Fergus, into the field as commanding general, keeping
himself safe within the walls of Homana-Mujhar."

"He has fought before," she said softly. "Perhaps he realizes
Fergus is a better soldier now."

Duncan leaned forward and placed more wood upon the fire.
"Perhaps. But perhaps it is also he prefers to avoid the sacrifices
a man makes in war. Shaine is not one who wishes to sacrifice
anything."

Alix stared at me brown pelt beneath them and pushed rigid
fingers through the bear fur. "To send your heir into battle is a
sacrifice," she said quietly, trying to hide from Duncan the fear
it brought. "He has sent Carillon to fight."

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• Duncan was not fooled. "If Carillon is to be Mujhar, he must
what it is to lead men. Shaine has trusted to bis own
;il too tong; be has neglected Carillon's education." He
iced. "I think the prince could make a good Mujhar, but he
been given little chance to leam the responsibilities." Dun-
slid Alix a carefully blank glance. "It is no wonder he took
speaking soft words to innocent croft-girls in me valley, to
lile away his time."

AUx flushed deeply and withdrew her hand- But when she saw
e glint in his eye she realized he only teased, and laughed at

"But I am no longer so innocent, Duncan. You have seen to
at."

He shrugged, purposefully solemn. "Better a clan-leader, I
link. man a mere warrior."

"Warrior . . . what warrior?"

"Finn."

"You beast!" she cried, striking him a glancing blow on me
toulder. "Why must you remind me of him? Even now he calls
ie meijha and torments me by suggesting I be his light woman."

Duncan arched his brows. "He seeks only to irritate you,
heysula. Even Finn knows better than to seek a clan-leader's
Oman, when she is unwilling." His brows lowered. "I think."

"Finn would dare anything," Alix said daridy.

He smiled. "But if he did not, small one. he would be a
idious rujholli indeed."

"I would prefer him tedious."

"You, I mink, would prefer him slain."

She looked at him sharply, startled. "No, Duncan! Never. I

sh death on no man, not even one like Shaine who would have
Cheysuli slain." She recalled the guardsmen killed in her

half. "No."

His hand was gentle on her head, caressing her shorn hair. It
ad grown, but sdll barely touched her shoulders. "I know,
heysula; I only tease." He signed heavily as his hand fell away.
"But if we join this war, there may be many deaths."

"But the Mujhar will not have you with his armies. You have
lid."

"In time, perhaps, he may have to.'*

Alix. hearing me weariness of reluctant acceptance in his tone,
aned her bead against his bare shoulder and tried to think of
ther things.

Now, as she took up the black boot again, she wondered how
'arillon fared.

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had spent nearly three months with die clan in Bias. Carillon had
been the first man she had fastened her fancy on; though it
bad been an impossible dream, she dreamed it with great joy.
Duncan had replaced Carillon in her dreams, dominating her
thoughts and desires, but she did not forget (he first one she had
loved. That love had been childish, immature and unfulfilled,
but it had been true.

Alix fingered the thick black fur absently, lost within her
thoughts. Duncan had showed her what it was to be a woman;

what it was to be Cheysuli; what it was to have a tahlmorra.
Already her roots had twined themselves around his own so
deeply she knew she could never be herself again without him.
She wondered if that was what it was to have a Ur.

The adjustment had not been easy. Alix missed Ton-in and the
croft; missed me green valleys she had ever known. At times she
awoke in the night sensing an odd disorientation. frightened by
me strange man at her side, but it always faded when full
awareness came back. Then she would press herself against
Duncan's warmth, seeking comfort and safety, and always he
gave it; and more.

She thought again of Carillon. She had heard only that the
prince was in the field with his father, fighting me Solindish and
Atvian troops. Duncan—sensing her loyalty—was unusually reti-
cent with her when speaking of Carillon. Finn was not. He
taunted his brother with the fact the prince had shared a place in
Alix's heart first, and relished giving her news of Carillon if only
to tease Duncan. His attitude irritated Alix, but it was a way of
getting news.

As if hearing her thoughts, Finn walked up to her and sat
down on me gray pelt spread before the large fire cairn. Alix
glared at him, expecting his normal mocking manner, but she
saw something else in his face.

"It has come, Alix," he said quietly.

"What do you say?" she asked in dread.

"ft is time the Cheysuli defied the qu'mahlin and went again
into Mujhara."

"Mujhara!" She stared at him, shaken by his somber tone.
"But the Mujhar . . ."

Fian smoothed the nap of the pelt absently, staring at his
hand. "Shame will be too occupied with real sorcerers to waste
much time on us." His eyes lifted to hers. "The Dilini have
broken into the city."

"No ... oh. Finn! Not Mujharat"

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clan pavilion." He put out a hand to help her up. "We go to
war, meijha."

Silently she took his hand and rose, shaking out her green
skirts. She looked at Finn tor more information, apprehensive,
but he said nothing else. He merely led her to the Council
pavilion, a huge black tent painted with every /ir-symbol
imaginable.

Duncan sat before the fire cairn on a spotted pelt, watching his
clan file into the black interior in pensive silence. At his right lay
an ocher-colored rug. and it was to mis Finn took Alix. The
heaviness of the silence fell on her like a cloak. She sat down on
the rug, watching Duncan's face closely. Finn sat beside her.

Duncan waited until the pavilion was filled, ringed with dark
faces and yellow eyes. Then he looked to the shar tahl, seated
across from him, and nodded to himself. Slowly be got to his
feet.

"Vychan, in Mujhara, has sent his lir to us. The message is
one we have expected these past months. Tynstar has led his
Biliai sorcerers into Mujhara, and they have taken me city."

Alix, sickened with fear, swallowed against the foreboding in
her soul. The others, she saw, waited mutely for Duncan's
words.

"The western borders fell three months ago. Keough of Atvia
fights for Bellam, marching toward Mujhara where the Ihlini
await them. Only Homana-Mujhar has not fallen."

Alix closed her eyes and conjured J&e Great Hall with all its
candleracks and rich tapestries.

And Shame . . .

"If Homana-Mujhar falls, Homana herself falls. We, as me
descendants of the Cheysuli who built both palace and city,
cannot allow it to happen."

Finn shifted. "So you will send us into the Mujhar's city,
rujho, and have us fight two enemies."

Duncan shot him a sharp glance. "Two?"

"Aye," he said briefly. "Do you forget Shaine? He will set
his guardsmen against us, when he would dp better to use mem
against the Ihlini."

Duncan's mourn was a thin line. "I do not forget Shaine,
rujho. But I will set aside our personal conflicts to save Homana."

"Shaine will not."

"Then we will give him no choice." Duncan looked slowly
and deliberately around the pavilion, marking each attentive
face. "All of us cannot go. We must leave warriors to defend the
Keep. But I have need of strong men willing to go into the city
and fight me Ihlini with any method at hand. We are not many.

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Any force we send will have to be selectively efficient. Open
warfare will result in too high a death toll. We must answer the
Ihlini wilh stealth of our own." His eyes returned to Finn. "I
send the best and the strongest. And some will be lost."

Finn smiled crookedly. "Well, rujho, you say nothing I do not
already know. It is ever so, I think." He shrugged. "I go, of
course."

Other warriors echoed Finn's words, committing themselves
to a war the Mujhar would not welcome mem to. Alix, listening
blankly to them, realized why Duncan had wanted to remain
solitary. He had known all along me Cheysuli would risk their
few numbers to save their ancestral home.

It is tahlmorra, she whispered within her mind. Ever tahlmorra.

Alix walked back to the pavilion alone, lost within fears and
worries. In her time with Duncan she had learned of his strength
of will, determination and selfless dedication to serving die
prophecy. Nothing would deter him from leading his warriors
into Mujhara. She knew better man to ask him to remain in
safety with her, and though she wished he did not have to
involve himself so deeply, she also knew he would lessen him-
self in her eyes if be did choose to stay. Duncan was, perhaps,
less aggressive than Finn in his desire to fight, but his pride ran
just as deep.

The fire cairn had burned itself to ash, so Alix spent her time
rekindling it for warmth and illumination. The pavilion was her
security now, as much as Torrin's croft had been. Even the
tapestry meant much to her, for Duncan had carefully explained
each runic device and the designs stitched within me patterning
of rich blue yarns. The tapestry contained much of Cheysuli lore,
highlighting the strengths and traditions of the race. She wondered,
as she knelt by the fire, if more history would be added with die
warriors' return to (he city.

Duncan came in softly, easing aside tee doorftap. Alix, seeing
the quietude in his eyes, met him with a measure of her own
solemnity.

"Duncan," she began softly, "how soon do you leave for
Mujhara?"

He went to his weapons chest and took out his war bow, a
compact instrument of death similar to his plain hunting bow.
But mis was dyed black, polished, inlaid with gold and tiger-
eye. The string also was black, humming tautly as he strung toe
bow and tested it.

He dug his black arrows out of me chest and sat down
cross-legged, beginning the laborious examination of each one.

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arrows were fletched with yellow feathers, and the obsidian
Is gleamed.
;, Alix waited silently, patiently, and finally he answered her.

•*hithe morning."
. "So soon . . ."

"War does not wait for men, cheysula."

Carefully she smoothed her green skirts over her thighs as she
knelt upon the spotted pelt. "Duncan," she said at last, "I wish
to go."

He meticulously inspected me fletching of each arrow. * 'Go?''

"To Mujhara."

"No."

"I will be safe."

"It is no place for you, small one."

"Please," she said clearly, not begging. "I could not bear to
remain here, waiting out each day without knowing."

"I have said no."

"I would not hinder you. I too can assume fir-shape. I would
be no trouble,"

He studied her impassively a moment, half his attention on his

•nows. Then he smiled. "You are ever trouble, Alix."

"Duncan!"
?1 "I will not risk you."

"You risk yourself."

He set down one arrow and picked up another. "The Cheysuli,"
^e said slowly, "have ever risked themselves. For Homana, it is
worth it."

"But for Saaine?"

°i "The Mujhar if Homana. Shaioe has held these lands safely
lor more than forty years, Alix. Our race has not benefited from
ten, perhaps, but all else have. If he requires help to hold the
land now, we must give it to him." His eyes dropped. "And we
"amst think of the one who will succeed him."

Alix took a trembling breath. "Let me give my aid as well.
Shaine is my grandsire . • . and Carillon my cousin."

He set the arrow aside and clasped his hands loosely in his
hp. Alix found herself avoiding his eyes, focusing instead on me
heavy gold banding his bared, bronzed arms. She saw me
embossed, incised hawk-shape of his Ur and the runic designs
worked into (he gleaming metal on either side of me hawk.
When she could look at his face again, she saw pride and
warmth in his eyes.

"Cheysula," he said gently, "1 know your determination. I

•m thankful for it. But I will not have you risking yourself,

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especially for the man who cast you out at birth and then again
so many years later."

"Yet you risk yourself," she repeated hollowly, sensing defeat.

He sighed minutely. "It is a warrior's place, cheysuta, and a
clan-leader's tahlmorra. Do not deny me it."

"No," she said. She reached for the bow and picked it up,
caressing me smooth patina and gleaming ornamentation. She
slid careful fingers down the taut bowstring, testing its tension
and vibrancy. "Will you be careful?" she asked in a low voice.

"I am usually little else, as Finn often tells me."

"Very careful?"

He smiled wryly. "I will be very careful."

Alix gently set the bow in front of him. "Well, I would not
want your first son born without a father."

He was silent. Alix, eyes downcast in a submissive position
unfamiliar to her, waited for his astonishment and joy.

But Duncan reached out and grabbed her shoulders, jerking
her upright onto her knees. He glared at her wrathfully.

"And you would risk that by coming to an embattled city?"

"Duncan—"

"You are a fool, Alix!" He released her abruptly.

She stared at him open-mouthed as he rose stiffly and stalked
from her, halting at the open doorflap to stare out.

"I thought you would be pleased," she told his rigid back.

He turned on her. "Pleased? You beg to go to war and men
tell me you have conceived? Do you wish to lose this child?"

"No!"

He glared at her. "Then remain here as I have said, and
conduct yourself as a clan-leader's cheysula."

Alix, driven into speechlessness by the intensity of his anger,
said nothing at all as he turned away from her and left the
pavilion.

She shivered once, convulsively, (hen folded both arms across
her still-flat belly and bent forward, hugging herself tightly.

She let the tears come unchecked and rocked back and forth in
silent grief.

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Chapter Three

!:When the doorflap was pulled aside Alix sat up hastily and

wiped the tears away. She was prepared to meet Duncan with

dignity, but when she saw Finn staring in at her she lost her

composure.

[ "Duncan is not here," she said shortly.
s. Finn studied her a moment. "No, I know he is not. He passed

me but a moment ago, black of face and very black of mood."
''He paused. "Have you had your first battte, meiyAa?"
; She scowled at him, fighting back die impulse to cry again.

**It is none of your concern."

"He is my rujfwili; you my rujholla. It is ever my concern."

"Go away!" she cried, and burst into tears.

Finn did not go away. He watched her in ironic amazement a
moment, then stepped inside the pavilion. Alix turned her back
;on him and cried into her hands.
; "Is it truly so bad?" he asked quietly.

"You are the last person I would tell," she managed between
sobs.

"Why? I have ears that near as well as anyone's."

"But you never listen."

Finn sighed and sat down next to her, carefully avoiding any
: contact. "He is my rujho, Alix, but it does not make him
: perfect. If you wish to tell me how abominable he is being to

-yw, I will listen readily enough."

She snot him a repressive glance. "Duncan is never abominable."
His brows lifted, "Oh ... he can be. Do you forget I grew up

with him?"
Something in the lightness of his tone broke her down farther,

'destroying her last reservation. Most of me tears had gone, but

she was still upset.

"He has never been angry with me before," she whispered.
Finn's mouth twitched. "Did you dunk Duncan beyond it?

Most of the time he loses himself in the burdens of being

.dan-leader to a dwindling race, but he is like any other. He has

ever been more solemn than I. but he has just as much anger and

'bitterness. It is only he hides it better."

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She thought of die cause of Duncan's anger, bat could not teU
Rnn. It was too new; too private.

"It is too hard," she said, pushing away die last of die tears.

"Being his cheysulaT'1 be asked in surprise. "Well, there was
a way out of dial • • . once." He grinned sardonically. "You
had only to be meijha to me."

"1 did not mean diat," she said sharply. "I spoke of learning
new customs, and conducting myself the way a Cheysirii woman
does."

Rnn drought about it. "Perhaps diat is true. I had never
thought of it." He shrugged. "This is die only life I know."

"I know two." she told him heavily. "The one you stole me
from, and this. There are times I wish you had never seen me."

"So you could dally with d*e princeling and grow up to be his
light woman?"

Alix glared at him. "Perhaps. But you ended any chance of
that."

"You had best not say dial where Duncan can hear it," Finn
said tonetessly.

Alix was startled. "Duncan knows how I felt about Carillon.
How could he not?"

Finn dragged at his boot, as if delaying his answer. Then his
mouth twisted. * 'He still fears you may go back to die princeling."

"Why?"

"CariUion offers more than we can." His eyes were expression-
less. "The magnificence of Homana-Mujhar, weahh, die honor
in being a prince's light woman, it is more than any Cheysuli
can give."

"I do not take a man for what he gives me," she said firmly.
"I take him out of love. Duncan can say it was tahlmorra diat
brought us together—perhaps it was—but it is not dial which
keeps us together."

Finn seemed suddenly uncomfortable. "Then you will remain
widi die clan?"

"Duncan would not let me go; nor, I think, would you." Alix
held his eyes. "I have no real wish to go back . . . BOW. My
place is with Duncan."

"Even though it be hard to learn our ways?"

Alix sighed resignedly. "I will learn . . . eventually."

Finn lifted her hand, encircling her wrist widi his fingers as he
had done so long before. "Does what you feel for him pall,
Alix, or he dies in dlis war we face . . . you may come to me."
He silenced her before she could protest. "No. I do not mean it
out of my own desire for you, tfiough diat is unchanged." He

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shrugged, dismissing (L "I mean for you to come to me in
safety, should you ever need it"

••Finn—"

He released her wrist. "I am not always so harsh, rujfwila.
But you never gave me die chance to show you otherwise."

He left before she could say anything more. Alix, staring after
him, wondered if perhaps she had done him an injustice in her
thoughts.

Duncan said little to her in the morning as they parted. Though
be had come back to die pavilion much less angry and sorry he
had frightened her, he was still determined she would do nothing
to endanger die child or herself. Aloud she agreed widi him,
admitting her foolishness; inwardly she calmly considered when
would be die best time to assume far-shape and go by herself.

But when Duncan bid her farewell she clung to him 10 helpless
anguish, silent, and made no reference to her secret plans.

Alix found, to her anguish, CheysuH women did not say
good-bye in me privacy of die pavilion. Instead a cheysula or
mei jha stood outside, before die tent, bidding her warrior safe
journey in die open. The custom, Duncan said, came from a
wish to make parting easier on the warriors. It was difficult to
leave a sobbing woman widi any degree of confidence.

She stared fiercely after diem as they rode out of die stone
Keep. The winged iir flew ahead, scouting; die four-footed
beasts paced beside die horses. Alix-saw Cai swoop above the
treetops; Storr lope easily beside Finn; and die others go silently
with their iir.

And I will be them all, she thought in grim satisfaction.

She was calm in her decision, acknowledging die difficulties-
She had been a wolf only twice, and then widi disastrous results,
but that was hardly her fault. She would do better. Yet she was
concerned widi die knowledge she would have to go as a bird, an
unknown shape, for a wolf would move too slowly for her to
catch up to die party of warriors.

/ wish Cai were here to teach metofty.^vs drought uneasily.
ft must be frightening to seek the car for the first time, trusting
your life to fragile wings.

But she knew she would go.

Alix prepared rapidly, wanting to leave no later dian afternoon.
She drew a pair of Duncan's worn leggings and soft jerkin from
a chest, cutting both garments to her smaller size. The jerkin she
put on over me top half of die gown she had worn at Homana-
Mujhar, using it as a rough shin to cover her arms and bide her
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wolfskin boots, cross-gartercd to the knees. Grimly she looked
down at herself.

/ look no more a warrior than some Cheysuli boy playing at it.
Well, it will fuzve to do. I cannot go to war wearing skirts,

She sat down on the spotted pelt by tile fire cairn and stared
sightlessly into die coals.

How to make oneself a bird . . . ?

Carefully Alix detached her mind from her surroundings, dis-
missing me familiarity of soft pelts and colored tapestries and the
mundane tools of daily life. The coals blurred before her eyes
into a collage of rose and gray, transfixing her mind.

She thought of treetops and fields and clouds. She thought of a
falcon, swift and light; of feathers and talons and hooked beak;

bright eyes and hollow bones and die marvelous freedom of
flight.

When die broke out of the pavilion and air rushed gloriously
through her outstretched wings she knew she had succeeded, and
rejoiced.

At first she wheeled in exultation, dipping and circling, playing
among (he currents. Below her lay the Keep, spreading to shelter
the last of Homana's ancient race. The pavilion was a speck of
slate against the neutral tones of me Keep and surrounding
forest.

Then Alix put away the joy of such freedom and flew on to
seek a lir.

But she wearied quickly. Unaccustomed to prolonged flight,
Alix at last admitted defeat and perched herself upon a tree. She
was weary and hungry, tense with the effort to keep fir-shape,
and realized she had nearly reached her limit.

She flew again to me ground and blurred herself from her
falcon-shape into human fonn. Again she marveled at the gods-
given ability of me fir-bond, for her clothing changed with her
when she assumed fir-shape, and returned when she shifted
back.

That is fortunate, she thought wiyly. / would not care to be
caught in the middle of a forest unclothed.

Atix climbed up a gentle spill of dirt packed against the
mountainside and halted as she found a brush-covered hollow
half-hidden in the shadows of dusk. Carefully she moved closer,
peering through me boughs. The limbs and leafy branches had
been woven together roughly, as if to form a cover, and as she
inspected it closely she knew to could only be human-made. She
pulled the covering aside and crept into me shallow cave.

She discovered a coarse, pooriy woven brown blanket spread
on me uneven floor of the rocky cave. Next to it lay a leather

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bag fastened with a wooden pin, and a small fire snapped at
freshly piled kindling. She hesitated, wondering suddenly if she
would not be welcome. Perhaps she trusted too easily.

The sound of breaking twigs sent her whirling on hands and
knees, eyes widened in fear.

The man ducked his head as he crawled into the cave through
the narrow opening, eyes on the stone floor. Over his shoulder he
wore a crude bow, but the long-knife at his ben looked more
efficient. Under one arm he held the drooping body of a slain
rabbit.

Alix withdrew farther, stone wall biting at her back as she
pressed against it. The sound penetrated the silence like an
enemy's shout. The man dropped the rabbit and drew his long-
knife in a single motion, bracing himself on one knee as he came
up from me floor to strike.

Then she saw shock and amazement flare in his brown eyes as
he realized she was a woman.

He swore softly in wonder and shoved me knife back into its
sheath- Carefully he eased into a squatting position, as if he
feared to frighten her.

"Lady, I will not harm you. If you seek shelter here, you
must be a refugee from Bellam's troops also."

"Refugee!"

He nodded. "Aye. Rom the war." He frowned. "Surely you
have heard of the war, lady."

"I have bearo." She stared blankly at his crusted, age-cracked
leather-and-mail, and me soiled scarlet tunic bearing the Mujhar's
rampant black lion. His mail was rusted, as if washed with
blood, and she shivered against the sudden foreboding in her
bones.

"My name is Oran," he said, rubbing a dirty hand through
matted, lank brown hair. "I am a soldier of Homana.'*

She frowned at him. "Then why are you here? Should you not
be with your lord?"

"My lord is slam. Keough of Atvia, Bellam's foul accomplice,
overran me army twenty days ago like a pack of savage dogs."
His eyes narrowed angrily. "It was night, moonless and dark.
We slept, wearied from a three-day battle. The Atvian host crept
upon us in all stealth, and routed us before UK dawn."

Alix wet her dry lips. "Where, Oran? Mujhara?"

He laughed. "Not Mujhara. I am not one of the Mujhar's fine
guard. I am a common soldier who once was a tenant crofter for
Prince Fergus, the Mujhar's own brother."

"Fergus." She eased herself away from the rocky wall, kneel-
ing before him. "Then it was Fergus you served in the field?"

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"Aye, aeven days* ride out of Mujhara." He hawked and
spat, turning his head from her. He wiped the spittle from his
lips and looked at her bleakly. "Prince Fergus was slain."

"Why did you not stay?" she demanded. "Why did you
forsake your lord?"

His grimy, stubbled face was ugly. "I sickened of it. I was
not meant to slay men like beasts on the order of a man who
keeps himself safe behind die ensorcelled walls of Homana-
Mujhar." Oran spat again- "Shame has set wards, lady; instru-
ments of sorcery to keep the Ihlini out. He keeps himself safe,
while thousands die in his name."

Alix drew a trembling breath, clenching fists against her knees.
"What of Carillon? What of the prince?"

Oraa's mouth twisted. "Carillon is prisoner to Keough himself."

"Prisoner!"

"Aye. I saw him slay two who sought to take him, fighting
like a demon, but it was Keough's own son who broke his guard
and disarmed him. Thome. The Atvian prince took Carillon's
sword, then Carillon himself, and marched him to his father."
Oran stared at her narrowly. "They will slay him, lady, or take
him to Bellam in Mujhara."

"No ..."

He shrugged. "It is his lot. He is me Mujhar's heir, and
valuable. Keoogh will keep him close until he is in Beilam's
hands. OrTynstar's."

Alix closed her eyes and summoned up his face, recalling his
warm blue eyes and stubborn jaw. And his smile, whenever he
looked on her.

Oran shifted and she opened her eyes. He grinned, displaying
broken, yellowed teeth, and took up the leather pouch. He undid
me pin and spilled OK contents across the blanket.

It was a stream of gems glowing richly in the shadowed cave.
Brooches, rings of delicate gold and silver, and a wristband of
copper. Oran prodded the cache with a finger.

"Solindish, lady. And fine, as you can see."

She frowned at mem. "Where did you get mem?"

He laughed crudely. "From men who no longer had need of
such things."

She recoiled. "You stole them from dead men?"

"How else does a poor soldier make his way? I am not one of
your rich lonflings, like Carillon; nor am I a Mujhara noble born
to silks and jewels. How else am I to get such dungs?"

Avarice glinted in his eyes. She saw them travel her body
expectantly. She wore the golden /ir-torque Duncan had given
her and delicate topaz drops hung at her ears.

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"So," she said on a long bream, "you will slay me fix my
wealth as well."

He grinned. "There need be no slaying, lady. You have only
to give them to me." He stroked his bottom lip. "1 have never
aeen your like before. Are you some lord's light woman?"

The insult did not touch her. Oran, in his commonness, did
not recognize it as such. And me Cheysuli had begun to change
her perceptions of such things.

AUx slowly tensed. "No."

"Then how came you by such things?"

Enlightenment flared within her mind. Carefully she damned
the sudden realization of her power and looked at him calmly.

"My cheysul gave them to me."

He scowled at her. "Speak Homanan, lady. What do you
say?"

"My husband, Oran. He made me these tilings."

He grinned. "Then he can make more. Here, lady; give mem
tome."

"No." She looked at him levelly. "It is not wise for a
Homanan to seek that fashioned by a Cheysuli- **

"Cheysuli!" His brows slid up. "You live among the
. shapechangers?"

"I can one."

For a moment fear flashed in his eyes. Then it faded, replaced
with determination and greed. "The shapechangers are under the
Mujhar's death decree. I should slay you, and then all you have
would be mine."

It angered her past caution. "I doubt you could accomplish
it."

His hand flashed to his knife. "Can I not, shapechanger
witch? You do not frighten me with your sorcery. Only your
warriors shift their shape, so you offer little threat."

He grinned and lifted the knife. "What do you say now,
witch?"

Alix said nothing. He effectively blocked the cave entrance
with his mailed bulk, and as he moved slowly toward her she
saw she had no chance to avoid him. The wall curved snuggly
against her back.

"Do not," she said softly.

Oran laughed silently and put his hand on the torque at her
throat.

Alix summoned the magic and blurred herself into a wotf.

He gaped at her, then fell back with a cry of terror. The knife
fell from limp fingers as he scrabbled on the floor. The wolf-
bitch snaried and leaped over him, avoiding his body, but forc-

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ing him flat on his back as she moved. She heard his scream of
horror as she drove past his trembling body and into me dark-
ened forest.

She paused a moment, free of the place, and sent an exultant
howl soaring to me dark heavens.

Then she went on in tir-shape-

The wolf-bitch, silvered by moonlight, sifted out of the trees
into the Cheysuli camp. She saw me huddled forms of blanketed,
sleeping warriors and the shadowed lumps of iir scattered through-
out the camp. She sent soothing patterns to the animals so they
would not give me alarm and moved smoothly toward the fire.
She heard Cai, perched in a tree, send a single word to his Iir.

Duncan rolled over instantly and sat up. His movement awoke
Run, next to him, and they got to their feet in silent unison.
They parted smoothly, unsheathing knives, watching the wolf-
bitch carefully.

Alix, realizing they thought her some wild creature, laughed
within her mind.

And Duncan named me helpless . . .

She sensed his attentiveness. Finn* moving silently, stepped
closer to her. She considered leaping at him mock attack, but
gave it up as she realized he would very likely slay her.

Instead, she blurred herself into human form.

Duncan blinked, men frowned.

Finn laughed. "Well, rujho, 1 have not given you proper
credit. You are powerful indeed if she cannot even part with you
for two days."

Alix, suddenly chilled and wearied by the exertion and tension
of me past hours, ignored him and walked to the glowing bed of
coals. There she dropped to her knees and stretched her hands
over me embers.

Duncan slid his knife home in its sheath. He said nothing.

Finn laughed again and gathered up his blanket, dropping it
over her shoulders as be moved softly to her. "There, rujholla^'
he said mockingly. "If he will let you freeze, at least I will
not."

She slid him a resentful glance and gathered the folds about
her. Finn shrugged eloquently and returned to his sleeping place,
settling himself cross-legged on the flattened earth.

Duncan stepped behind her, so close she could feel his knees
against her back. *'I suppose you will tell me why . . .
eventually."

"ft was not what Finn said!"

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"WeH," Duncao said, sighing, "it was too much to expect
you to obey me. I should have put a spell on you."

She jerked around so hard me blanket slid off a shoulder.
"You can do that?"

He laughed and moved next to her, squatting down. He took a
stick and stirred the coals. "You do not know all of our gifts yet,
cheysula. There are three. The Cheysuli can assume ft'r-shape,
borrow the earth magic to heal, and also force submission on any
save an Dilini." He smiled. "But that we save for extremity."

"Duncan!"

He grinned at the coals. "I would not truly do it, cheysula.
But you tempt me, with your forward ways."

She scowled at him. "You know I have come mostly because
of you, Duncan." She took a breath. "But also because of
Carillon."

His hand stopped stirring me coals. "Why?"

"He requires our help."

"How would you know that? Or can you also read the minds
of men in addition to the /i'r?''

She disliked the mocking glint in his eyes. "You know I
cannot. But I met a man who says he saw Fergus slain and
Carillon taken by Thome, Keough of Atvia's son. It was a
bloody battle, from the appearance of his garments."

"War is often bloody, Alix. Why else would I seek to keep
you from it?"

"We must find Carillon."

"The prince is no half-grown boy, Alix. And be is valuable.
His captivity may well be unpleasant, but it will not be me death
of him. Bellam—perhaps even Tynstar—will want him alive, for
a time."

She stared at him. "I begin to think you will allow this
jealousy to prevent his rescue."

"I am jealous of no one!" he snapped, and reddened as he
heard Finn's spurt of laughter.

"Duncan, we must go to him."

"We go to Mujhara, to fight the Mini- They are a bigger
threat than Keough."

"Then you sentence Carillon to death!"

Duncan sighed heavily. "If his death is meant, it will happen.
Carillon may not be Cheysuli, but he has his own sort of
tahlmorra.^

"Duncan!" she cried incredulously, aware the others watched
in silent interest. "You cannot mean to forsake him like this!"

He looked at her harshly. "The Ihlini have taken Mujhara. If
the palace falls, Homana is in me hands of Tynstar. Do you not

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see? Carillon will be kept alive while Bellam wants him, but if
Homana-Mujhar falls he will slay aB threats to his control. First
Shaine, then Carillon." He released a weary breath. **I know
you care for him, cheysula, but we cannot seek out a single man
when an entire city may be destroyed."

"He is your prince," she whispered.

"And I am your cheysul."

She scowled at him. "Do you send me back, men?"

"Would you go if I did?"

"No."

He grunted. "Then 1 will save my breath." He raised her,
removed Finn's blanket and led her over to his pallet. He pressed
her down with a hand on her shoulder. "Sleep, cheysula^ we ride
earfy."

"Sleep?" she inquired impishly as he lowered himself next to
her and encircled her with his hard arms.

He laughed softly. "Sleep. Would you give my rujholli more
to make sport of?"

"It is ever Finn," she said grumpily, pulling a blanket over
mem both.

Duncan settled her head upon his shoulder. After a moment he
sighed. "If it pleases you, small one, I will send Cai to the
prince. He can bring word of Carillon's welfare."

"Well," she said after a silence, "it is something."

His hand tightened threateningly on her throat. "Can you
never be satisfied, Alix?"

"If I told you aye, you would cease trying to please me." She
spread her fingers against the hollow of his throat, feeling its
pulse. "Duncan," she whispered after a moment, "why have
you never said you loved me?"

He was very still. "Because tfae Cheysuli do not speak of
love."

Alix sat bolt upright, dragging me blanket from him. "What
do you say?"

His hand reached out and caught hers, pulling her back down
against his chest. "I said we do not speak of love. It weakens a
warrior, who should think of other matters." He smiled into the
darkness. "For all mat, words do not always serve."

"Then am I supposed to guessT9

He laughed softly and settled me blanket over them again.
"There is no need for you to guess. I have given you answer
enough, before." His hand slid down to rest across her stomach
as he whispered. "You bear my son. Alix. Is mat not enough?"

She stared into the darkness. "For now . . .**

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Chapter Four

Alix spent her days behind Duncan on horseback, clasping his
lean waist and anticipating what they would do when they reached
Mujhara. She had decided not to bother Duncan with entreaties
to go instead to Carillon, for he had sent Cai as promised four
days before, and his arguments made sense. For all she still held
great esteem and affection for Carillon, she knew even the prince
would be more concerned with the welfare of Homana-Mujhar
men himself.

Duncan was unusually solicitous of her, so much so that Finn,
riding next to them, finally demanded an explanation. Alix,
looking at him in surprise, realized Duncan had said nothing of
the child.

"Well mei jha'!" he asked. "Have you sickened, or does my
rujfw simply worry himself over women's things, now he has a
cheysulaT'

She felt color rise in her face. "I have not sickened."

Duncan shot Finn a dark glance. "Do not plague her, rujho.
You have done enough of that in the.past."

Finn kneed his horse closer. "Do you seek to tell me some-
thing without speaking?"

"No," ABx said quickly.

Duncan laughed softly, "Perhaps it is time, cheysula. You
will not be able to be silent about it much longer."

"Duncan . . ." she protested.

Finn scowled at them. "What do you say?"

"Alix has conceived. She bears me a son in six months."

She waited for Finn's mocking words and twisted mouth,
dreading what he might say. But he said nothing. He glanced at
her quickly, men away, head bent as if he studied the ground
beneath his horse's hooves. His face was masklike, as if he
feared to set free an emotion he could not control.

Duncan frowned. "Finn?"

Finn glanced up and smiled at his brother. His eyes slid to
Alix, men away. "I wish you well of it, Duncan. It is a good
thing to know the Cheysuli increase, even if only by one."

"One is enough for now," Alix said firmly.

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ffis grin crept back. "Aye, meijha, perhaps it is. I will be glad
enough to be uncle to one."

She watched him, puzzled by his manner. He was a different
man. She saw his yellow eyes settle broodingly on Duncan, then
a strange regretful smile twisted his mouth. He glanced up and
saw her watching him, then gestured expressively with a hand.

Tahlmorra.
Alix opened her mouth to ask a question, sensing something

she could not quite understand. But she said nothing as Duncan
stiffened before her. She felt the sudden tensing of his muscles
as he shuddered once, violently.

"Duncan!"

He did not answer her. Instead he jerked the horse to a stop
so unruly it slid Alix along smooth hindquarters until she clutched
helplessly at Duncan, trying to stay horseback. It was futile. She
landed awkwardly on her feet, hanging onto the stirrup to steady
herself.

"Duncan!"

The horse side-stepped nervously. The reins were slack in
Duncan's hands as he bent over the pommel and shuddered

again.

Alix stumbled back as the horse moved against her, neariy
stepping on her. She grabbed Duncan's leggings and tugged,
trying to gain his attention.

Finn, on the other side, wrenched his mount to a halt and
reached out. "RujfwT1

Duncan pushed himself upright and slid awkwardly off the
horse. He hung onto me stirrup helplessly, unaware of Alix's
presence. He set his forehead against the saddle and sucked in air

like a drowning man.
"Duncan . . ." she whispered, putting a hesitant hand on his

rigid arm. "Duncan!"

Finn dismounted rapidly and moved around the riderless horse
to Duncan's side. He gently pushed Alix out of me way, ignor-
ing her protests, and took Duncan's arm.

"What is it?" he asked.

Duncan turned his head, gazing blankly at Finn. His eyes were
dilated and oddly confused. "Cat . . ." He gasped hoarsely,

shuddering again.

Finn steered him away from me fretting horse to a tree stump,
pushing him down on it as Duncan swayed on his feet. There he
knelt in the leaves and looked into his brother's face.

"Slain?" he whispered.

Alix, still standing by the horse, understood the implications
of me question instantly. She fell to her knees next to Finn.

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. "Duncan . . . no!"

.  His face was strained and pale. His head dropped until he
stared sighdessly at tile ground, hands hanging limply against his
thighs.

Alix touched his cold hand softly. "Duncan, say you are
well."

Finn set his hand on her shoulder, silencing her without a
word. Then he grasped Duncan's tensing forearm.

"Rujfw, is he slain?"

Duncan raised his head and stared at them. His eyes were
strange, dangerously feral in a hollowed face. Tautness moved
through his body like a serpent, knotting sinews into rigidity.
But color began to flow slowly back into his face.

"No," he said at last. He swallowed against another shudder.
"He is—injured. And far from this place." He shoved a shaking
hand through his black hair. "His /ir-pattem is so weak I can
barely touch him."

Alix sent out her own call, trying to discover the hawk, but
nothing answered. She had spent time woridng on screening out
the other fir so she could think in peace; perhaps it worked
against her now.

Finn glanced over his shoulder at the gathered warriors. "We
camp here until morning." He turned back and looked at Alix
out of a face suddenly old and weary. His smile held little
reassurance, though he sought to soothe her. "Cai is not slain.
Duncan will be well."

She swallowed and felt some of me horrible fear slide out of
her bones. But much of it remained, and when Finn pulled
Duncan to his feet she neariy cried to see his spirit so diminished.

This is what it is to have a lir, she thought miserably. This is
the price of the old gods' magic . . .

Duncan was made to lie down, wrapped in blankets before a
hastily laid fire. But he came out of his shock long enough to
stare frowningly at his brother.

"We should go on, rujho. We do not reach Mujhara like
this."

Finn smiled and shook his head. "I know what you feel.
When Storr neariy died of an arrow wound, I was close to death
myself with me shock of it. You have never had to deal with it.
so keep silent until you are better. I am second-leader, after
you."

Duncan pulled the blankets more closely around his shoulders,
worn to the bone. "You have never led men, Finn," he said
crossly. "How can I know you will not get us into trouble?"

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standing over his elder like an avenging demon with a newly
won soul, grinned and crossed his anus over his chest.

"You will simply have to find out. nyho. It may be/am
better suited, even, than you."

Duncan scowled blackly at him a moment, then closed his
eyes and sank against die ground. Alix watched him fade into
sleep as she knelt beside him. She gripped his war bow in her
hands.

"He will be well?" she asked softly.

"He is full of Cai's pain," Finn told her. "When a Ur is
injured, me CbeysuH feels all of it in the first moments. It will
pass." He sighed. "He only needs rest"

"And Cai," she said softly.

Finn's face tightened. "Aye. And Cai."

Duncan recovered rapidly, though his attention seemed else-
where most of the time, seeking Cai. Alix remonstrated with him
to rest longer than a single night, but Duncan declared himself fit
enough and ready to go on to Mujhara. Finn, after grumbling
about his brother's foolishness, gave in and agreed. So Alix
climbed aboard die horse once again and hung onto Duncan
more firmly than usual, making certain he was well.

They were two days out of the city when Cai appeared in me
sky, winging slowly toward mem. She felt Duncan's instant
tension and smoothed a hand across his back, as if to quiet a
fretful child. Duncan halted the horse and waited.

Lir, me bird sent, sounding pleased, / was not certain haw far
you rode from me.

Alix smiled in relief at me hawk's healthy tone. But Duncan
sat stiffly on his horse. He reached out his left arm and let me
hawk alight. Talons closed, gripping tightly, and Alix saw a
trickle of blood thread its way across me vulnerable flesh. Dun-
can seemed not to notice.

The bird settled himself. / am sorry, Ur, that I troubled you. I
can better now.

Finn guided his horse to Duncan's and waited mutely, watch-
ing Duncan's face. Alix realized once more how special her gift
was. The others must wait for Duncan to pass on Cai's speech,
but she could hear the hawk's warm tone easily.

Duncan draped the reins over the pommel and put his free
band to Cai's head, stroking the shining feathers gently.

"I would not lose you," he murmured.

Nor I, you. The bird's eyes sharpened. / bring news, Ur. The
war goes booty for Homana. The Mujhar's armies are near
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were taken by Keough of Atvia, who rules the field. It was

vian archers who loosed arrows at me for sport, and nearly

ought me down. But the wing was hardly touched, and I am

vng again. Cai lifted from Duncan's arm and circled the forest

taring. Then he perched himself on a low branch. You see?
' Relief loosened the constraints of Duncan's muscles. Alix felt
im relax for the first time since Cai had been injured. But she
tso felt his concern for the army's welfare as Cai continued.

/( is bad, lir. Of the thousands Shaine sent. only hundreds
main alive. Most are captives of the Atvian lord. Like Carillon.

Alix stiffened so quickly her fingers dug into Duncan's back.
'What of Carillon?"

Cai hesitated. He is well enough, for a man kept chained night
nd day and plaqued by Atvian and Solindish soldiers who wish
o ridicule him.

"He is not hurt?" she asked breathlessly.

Liren, I did not see him well. But he was in a tumbril, heavily
hained so he could not move. No man, even uninjured, can
wr such close bonds for long without suffering.

She set her forehead against Duncan's back in anguish, vividly
icturing the prince a prisoner to the enemy. She hardly heard
hmcan telling the others what Cai said.

Finn smiled grimly. "So, me princeling leams what it is to be

man."

Alix jerked her head up and glared at him. "How can you say
iat? Camion is a warrior, a prince! He was a man before ever
au took me captive!"

Finn lifted a placating hand, grinning at her vehemence.
^Meijha, I speak no ill of him. I mean only he has not fought for
las realm before, and it is a hard thing to learn when one is taken
irisoner."

"Fergus is slain," she said in a deadly tone. "Mujhara is in
f»e hands of the Ihlini, And now Carillon is prisoner to this
Atvian lord. It seems more than enough for any man."

"Aye," Finn said gently.

She glared at him, expecting more. But he said nothing.

Duncan glanced at the waiting warriors. "We must go to-the
ity."

"No!" Alix cried.

Cai agreed with Duncan. Even now the Atvian lord moves his
«n toward Mujhara. I/you go there, you will be able to defend
ie ancient city.

"No," Alix said firmly. "We must go to Carillon,"

Duncan sighed. "Nothing has changed, cheysula. Mujhara is
*'sn. Shaine waits within the palace. It is there we must go."

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"But he is a prisoner!"

"You knew that days ago," he said shortly. "And you agreed
I had the right of it."

"I did not know he was chained! He deserves our help."

Finn snorted. "He wanted nothing to do with us before,
meijha. Why should I believe differently now?"

"By the gods!" Alix swore. "You would have me believe
you desire his death!"

"No," Finn said, unsmiling. "It would not serve the prophecy."

That silenced her. Finn never spoke of the tahlmorra con-
tained within (he prophecy of the Firstborn, and to hear his
serious tone made her realize he was not always the disruptive
warrior. Alix scowled at him, disliking the unfamiliarity of his
new attitude.
'Duncan kneed his horse forward. "We go on to Mujhara."

"Duncan!"

"Be silent, Alix. You are here because I have allowed it.'*

She gritted her teeth and spoke through them. "If it were you,
Duncan, and Carillon could come to your aid, would you be
content to let him go elsewhere?"

Duncan laughed. "The prince does not even know we move to
aid the Homanans. He can hardly miss us."

"It is not fair," she muttered.                    ~~

"War rarely is," Duncan agreed, and led the warriors on.

Alix did not steep. She lay stiffly under Duncan's sleep-
loosened arm, thinking deeply. The Cheysuli camp was silent
save for the settling of the coals and the shifting of a lir. She had
longed to question Cai more closely about Carillon, but could
not for fear Duncan would hear. So she pretended sleep when he
would speak softly to her, and smiled grimly when he fell asleep
himself. Then she began to plan.

If I go to Carillon, they also will have to go. Duncan would
not allow me to remain alone in an enemy camp for long. She
smiled wryly, half-pleased with the thought. Not bearing this
child who may give the Old Blood and its gifts back to the clan.

She snuggled more deeply under the blanket. / will go, and
then Carillon will have the help he needs. She scratched at a bug
bite on her neck. And if the others desire it another way, perhaps
I will he enough to win Carillon free of Keough and his Atvian
demons.

Storr, lying at Finn's side, stirred and lifted his head. You
should not, iiren. There is danger.

She peered through the darkness but could not see the wolfs
silver form. Storr, / must do this. Carillon would do it for me.

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Your cheysul will not approve.

Then he may beat me, if he wishes, when he comes to find me.

He would never beat you. Storr was silent a moment. Liren,
you are stubborn.

Alix smiled into the darkness. / am Cheysuli.

Cai settled his wings more comfortably. Perhaps it will be
enough.

It will be. she said firmly, and waited for the dawn.

Chapter Five

Just before sunrise, when the stillness of the night lay heaviest on
her soul, Alix slipped carefully from beneath the blanket. Dun-
can made no movement as she folded the blanket so the chill
would not give away her absence. Cai, perched in the nearest
tree, startled her with his resigned tone.

Still you go, Iiren?

She straightened the twisted jerkin and tightened her belt. / go.
Carillon is deserving of it.

You carry a child.

Her mouth twisted. / do. And I will kpep it safe.

The hawk's tone saddened. / cannot gainsay you, Iiren.

She looked at him sharply, peering at his huddled form. Do
you tell your lir of this?

He will have to know.

But not yet, she pleaded. First, let me go. Then you may tell
him.

It is not my place to keep things from my lir.

Cai, I will go. Even if Duncan wakens and seeks to gainsay
me, I will go. Do you see?

The great bird seemed to sigh. / see, Iiren. Then go. if you
must.

Alix Smiled fondly in his direction, then blurred herself and
went unto the skies as a falcon.

The Journey took time, and Alix tired as she soared over the
forests. But she ignored the tension in her wings and kept on,
.determined to reach Carillon. When at last she broke free of the
trees into bare plains, she was near exhaustion. Already it was
twilight, and she feared she would not reach the armies until
after dark.

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Suddenly the Atvian host was below her. Alix circled and
drifted over the army, seeking knowledge of the true state of
affairs. She saw strange bearded men in red-painted leather-and-
mail, wearing keyholed helms that hid their faces. There were
archers, she saw, and soldiers bearing heavy broadswords. Among
the red-mailed men were Solindish troops in chain mail and
breastplates.

She kept one keen eye on the archers, fearing they would
shoot at her as they had Cai. But most of the troops seemed more
concerned with food, for they squatted around fires with bowls
and mugs in their hands. No one paid a lone falcon any mind.

Alix dared closer, drifting in an idle pattern toward a blue
field pavilion. Carefully she settled on the ridgepole, seeking the
proper place for a prince held captive.

Her body trembled. She mantled once, settled her feathers and
tried to recoup her lost strength. Alix was afraid the exhaustion
in her hollow bird-bones might sap her ability to hold fir-shape,
and she could not risk discovery.

If I am caught, I will be named witch, she thought uneasily.
Shapechanger witch.

She waited until some of her strength returned. Then she lifted
from the ridgepole and drifted over the sprawling encampment.

Alix saw no sign of Carillon. She found the Homanan prisoners,
harshly tied and guarded by Atvian men, but Carillon was not
among them. She closed her mind to the cries and moans of the
wounded, for if she listened their pain would become hers, and
she would fail.

She dipped closer when she saw the post set before a scarlet
pavilion. For a moment she feared the figure lashed to it was
Carillon, but she saw it was a boy. His body was slumped
against the post, arms and legs tied securely on the other side.
His forehead was pressed against the rough wood and his eyes
were closed. The soiled tunic he wore was in shreds, hanging
from his back. She saw, with a quickening of revulsion, he had
been flogged.

His eyes were shut tight in a pale, grimy face, and his black
hair hung limply to his shoulders. She could not tell if he was
alive or dead.

Alix flew on, passing over a two-wheeled tumbril near me
picket-line of horses. A glance down showed her the figure
slumped in it, and the familiar tawny-dark hair.

She sucked in her breath and turned back, driving toward the
tumbril. Carillon sat against me front of the cart, legs stretched
to hang from the opening. The setting sun glinted off the iron
banding his legs and hands.

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Like the boy, his eyes were closed. And, like him, he showed
no signs of life. Alix flew closer.

He moved- She heard the clash of iron as he shifted his arms,
settling the chain links against his chest. His eyes opened,
half-lidded, staring out at the tumbril blankly. His face was
badly bruised and smeared with blood. But he lived.

Alix felt the fear abate and anger rise in its place. She nearly
shrieked her rage aloud but refrained as she realized it would be
better not to draw attention to herself. Instead she dropped to the
tumbril and settled on its rim.

Carillon stared at her. Now she could see the gauntness in his
face; the blackened eyes and poor color. But there was also life
in his eyes, and burning resentment.

She could not speak to him in fir-shape, and she dared not
change back yet. She could only sit by him, and wait.

The prince shifted in the tumbni. The chains clashed and
rattled against the wooden flooring, driving empathetic pain into
her own heart. The heavy shackles bound his wrists mercilessly,
and she saw the ridged, seeping sores beneath.

Keough is a demon! she raged within her falcon-soul. A
demon!

Carillon raised his shackled hands and rubbed wearily at his
eyes. Blood ran up the right side of his face like a flag, but she
could not tell if it was his or another man's. His lips were pale
and compressed.

"Well, bird," he rasped, "do you come to witness my death?
Do you seek my flesh like the carrion crows?"

No! she cried silently.

Carillon sighed and rested his head against the tumbril. "You
may not have long, then. Keough has slain hundreds of Homanan
soldiers. It is only time before he puts me up to take my head as
well." He grimaced. "Unless he means me for Bellam, in Mujhara."

Alix stared at him in anguish, unable to speak to him, know-
ing he saw only a bright-eyed falcon.

Carillon's smile was that of a man who sees his own death.
"Keep your vigil, then. I can use the company, no matter what
sort it may be. The nights are long."

Alix held her position on the tumbril rim, waiting for the long
night to come.

When it did she slipped off the tumbril and blurred herself into
human-form. The guard stood far away, as if a chained prince
was of little account. She was unable to hold fir-shape any
longer and slipped back into her human shape with a sigh of
relief. Carillon, eyes closed, did not see it.

She moved carefully to him and put a gentle hand on his

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booted leg. "Carillon." He did not stir. "Carillon," she whis-
pered again.

He opened his eyes and stared at her- For a long moment he
remained expressionless, as if he saw nothing at all, and she
feared he was too dazed to acknowledge her presence. Then she
saw sense come into his eyes, and the incredulity.

"Alix . . ." he hissed. He sat bolt upright, wincing as the
shackles bit into his raw wrists. "Aiix!"

She raised a hand- "Be silent, Carillon, or at least quieter.
Would you have me made prisoner also?"

He gaped at her. Slowly his mouth closed and he wet his lips.
"Alix . . . have I discovered madness? Is it truly you?"

"Aye," she whispered. "I have come to give you what aid I
can."

He shook his head slowly. "This cannot be. No man could
walk into Keough's camp undiscovered. How is it you have done
this?"

She smiled, suddenly calm and exultant at the same time.
"You have cursed my race. Carillon, but now see how it serves
you. I came to you in ;('r-shape."

"You!"

She glanced around anxiously, hushing him with a quick
gesture. "Carillon, there is something in me that allows me to
assume any animal form I wish. The shar tahl says it is the Old
Blood in me, gotten from Lindir." She saw the scowl begin on
his face and slid into the tumbril, covering his mouth with her
hand. "Lindir, Carillon. She had Cheysuli blood in her, from
her mother, though it was little enough. Yet it gave me the
magic of the Firstborn."

"I do not believe it."

"Shaine's great-great grandsire took a Cheysuli meijha. who
bore him a daughter. Perhaps you also have a drop or two of
Cheysuli blood in your veins."

"I cannot believe it."

Alix smiled at him. "Were you not attended by a falcon
earlier, my lord?"

He scowled at her. "That was a bird."

"/ am a bird, when I wish it." She sighed and gently touched
a bruised cheek. "I have come to get you free of this place. Do
you wish to discuss my abilities all this night, rather than

escaping?"

He grabbed her before she could move, pulling her down until
his mouth came down on hers. Alix, shocked into immobility,
smelled his sweat and blood and fear, and wondered at her own
lack of response.

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Is this not what I wanted for so long?

She pulled away from him, one hand to her mouth. Carillon's
face, though shadowed, was not at all repentant. His eyes,
looking so deeply into hers, saw the answer she could not speak,
and he accepted it.

He lifted his arms, chains clashing. "I go nowhere in these."

Alix looked away from his face; at the iron locked around his
boots and the chain so short it denied him slack enough to walk.

"I will get the iron from you," she promised. "I will give
you your freedom again."

"I would not ask you to risk yourself, Alix. I have given you
my thanks for what you have done—if you wish an explanation—
but I could not ask such a dangerous thing of you."

"I offer. You do not ask." She smiled. "If I unlock your
chains, could you take a horse from here?"

He stared hard at the tumbril floor and at the muscles that
quivered in his thighs. His voice, when it came, sounded old and
worn thin. '*! have been chained as you see me for weeks. I
doubt I could stand without aid, let alone ride." His eyes shifted
to her face. "Alix, I would be willing to try, but I will not let
you do this. I will not risk your life."

"You sound like Duncan!" she accused. "He will not credit
my willingness to do this either."

His brows lowered. "What has the shapechanger to do with
this?"

Alix sat on her folded legs, forcing her frustration down. "He
is my husband. Carillon, after Cheysuli fashion. He has much to
do with this."

He shifted uncomfortably. "You should not have gone with
him from Homana-Mujhar. You could have stayed with me,
once I had soothed the Mujhar."

"I chose to go with Duncan." She sighed and forced herself
to relax. "Carillon, we can speak of mis another time. For now,
I have come to help you escape. Tell me where the key to this
iron is kept.''

"No."

"Carillon!" she hissed.

"I will not," he said firmly. "I would rather remain a pris-
oner than risk you."

She glared at him, teeth and fists clenched. '"They will take
you to Mujhara! Tynstar is there, with Beilam. Carillon, you will
be slainV

He remained silent.

Alix ground her teeth and flung a furious glance around the
area. Finally she hunched over, propping her chin on one hand.

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"I have come all this way for you, and you will not let me
help you. I defied my husband, who said Homana-Mujhar is
more important than Homana's prince, and I have risked the life
of my child for you, and still you will not let me do this."

"Child," he said sharply, straightening. "You have conceived?"

She scowled at him. "Aye. I have assumed the form of wolf
and falcon. I have no knowledge what such magic will do to an
unbom child, but I did it for you. For you. Carillon."

He closed his eyes. "Alix," he said in despair, "you have
been a foolish woman."

She picked at the leather of her borrowed leggings. "Aye,
perhaps I have. But I cannot go back now." She brightened.
"Would it change your mind if I said the Cheysuli will come
here?"

He stared at her suspiciously. "Cheysuli?"

She straightened, growing excited. "We were on our way to
Mujhara, to aid Shaine. But Duncan will doubtless seek me here,
when Cai tells him what I have done." She smiled slowly,
proudly. "He will not let me do this alone. He will come after
me."

Carillon sighed wearily and fingered the bruise on his cheek.
"Alix, if you arc anything like your mother, I am not surprised
she said no to royal betrothal and fled with a shapechanger. I
think you are more stubborn than any woman I have known."

"They will come," she said softly. "The Cheysuli. And you
will be freed."

He raised a single eyebrow. "Duncan has no knowledge you
are here?"

She averted her face. "No. He would have forbidden it."

"As would I," he retorted. "Perhaps he and I are more like
than I thought."

She watched emotion moving in his face, and his struggle to
maintain a calm demeanor. She leaned forward and placed a
gentle hand on his manacled forearm.

"Carillon, the Cheysuli are not so different from the Homanans.
They have only retained the gifts of the old gods." She paused.
"Do not curse us for it."

"Alix, you are more eloquent than my uncle's courtiers."

"Will you not admit it?" she asked earnestly. "Will you not
see we are not demons and beasts ... not what men brand us?"

"I cannot say. I have been taught to fear and mistrust them all
my life. Alix ... I have seen what they can do to men in battle
. . . what they leave when they kill."

"That is battle," she said quietly. "You should know, now,

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what price it exacts." Her fingers tightened on his arm. "You
know them, now. You know me."

Carilton drew up his legs, chains clashing, and stared over his
knees at her. ' 'If they come—if they come—there is little I can
say against them. They will have proven their service to the
Mujhar's heir." He smiled bleakly. "But they will not come."

"/ came."

For a long moment he said nothing, studying her face. She
sensed the conflict within him, realizing she had suffered her
own measure of it when Duncan first insisted she go to the Keep.

It is not easily done, she reflected. And he is no kind of man at
all if he accedes so swiftly to words he has been taught not to
hear.

"Alix," he said finally, "perhaps, in time, I will believe you.
But not yet."

She removed her hand and stood. "If I cannot free you,
perhaps there is something else. Can I steal food for you?
Water?"

"I do not hunger. Inactivity and chains take the appetite from
a man." His eyes were grim, hidden in shadow. "There is only
one thing I would ask, and I cannot ask it of you."

"Tell me."

He pushed grimy fingers through tangled tawny hair, baring
his face to the moonlight. Alix saw the glitter in his eyes.

"There is a boy. Rowan. A Homanan boy no more than
twelve, who came to serve his lord however he could." His eyes
closed a moment. "He told me he acted as a runner between the
captains, carrying messages. But he, like me, was caught and
made helpless. Keough's son took Rowan from the prisoners—as
he did me—and made him serve the Atvian lords." Carillon's
face tightened into bitterness as he remembered. "1 was forced
to watch him, ix Keough's field pavilion. His eyes followed me
everywhere , . . and I could see the confusion in his face. I was
his prince—why could I not win his release?"

"Carillon," she said softly.

Chains rattled and glinted in the moonlight. "Rowan did well
enough at first. But he was tired, aching from the cuffs they had
given him all night. They even made him serve me, though it
was done as if I were no better than the poorest cur." Breath
hissed between his teeth. "Rowan tripped and fell across the
table, and spilled wine all over Keough himself. When they
picked him up he was crying in fear and exhaustion, but his
face—when he looked at me—accepted what they would do to
him. He knew." He swore beneath his breath. "I tried to
gainsay it. I tried to assuage Keough's anger by offering to take

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the boy's punishment myself—by the gods, I begged for it! I got
on my knees to Keough . . . when I would not do it before,
when they asked for it! But the boy was worth it."

"They would not accept it," Alix said.

"No. Thome—Keough's son—took Rowan out and had him
flogged until the skin fell off his back ... and then left him tied
to the post."

"I have seen him."

Carillon gave up his breath as if he would breathe no more.
"Only a boy, who wished to serve his lord. And do you see
what that service has won him?"

She felt for the knife in her right boot and found it. Then she
smiled at Carillon. "I will free him for you, my lord. You will

see,"

"Alix!" he cried, jerking upright, but she had already blurred

into the darkness.

Chapter Six

Alix flew to the post and perched upon it. The boy was still
slumped at its base, but now she could see the movement of his
back that told her he breathed. The flesh had nearly been stripped
from his rib cage. She winced to herself, then looked closely at
the field pavilions surrounding the area.

The scarlet one was largest, and the finest. Men had set tall
torches in the ground before it, illuminating its front. Two other
smaller pavilions stood on either side of it, but the torchlight did
not extend to them. Alix assured herself there were no guards
near the post, then drifted down and blurred into human form.

She drew the knife from her boot and knelt at the boy's side.
She put a hand on his shoulder, carefully avoiding his lacerated
flesh. He made no movement and she feared his unconsciousness
would hinder her ability to get him away safely.

/ will take him to the forest's edge, she decided. Somehow I
wilt get him there, and have him wait. When Duncan comes, I
can take him to this boy. Rowan.

He winced and moaned, stirring under her fingers. His eyes
opened wide, dilated, pale in the moonlight. Fear changed his
bruised face into a mask of terror.

Alix moved around so he could see her clearly. "No, Rowan,"

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she said softly. "I am not your enemy. I am sent from Prince
Carillon, who would have you free of this place."

His face was hidden behind his tied arm, but she couid see the
gleam of his light eyes. He swallowed visibly. "Prince Carillon?"

Alix set her knife to the rope binding his legs and cut them.
"He knows you have served his House," she said soothingly.
"He knows what loyalty you have given him. He would not
have you so poorly treated for honorable service.''

"I have not served honorably," the boy said miserably. "I
ran. I ran." His head dropped. "And I was captured."

"Carillon was also captured," she told him. "He fought, but
was beaten." Inwardly she flinched at so undermining Carillon's
prowess. But it was the truth. "You were here. Rowan. You
came to serve. He has seen the honor in you, and he has done
what he could to get you free. I have come in his name, because
he asked it." She bent closer to him. "He called you by name
and told me to come straight here, to release you."

"I am not worthy."

She freed his hands and moved back to his side, sliding the
knife into her boot. Carefully she helped him sit up.

"You are more than worthy. Why else would the prince
himself insist you be freed?"

The light fell clearly on his face for the first time. It was
bruised and grimy, but his eyes, staring at her, were as yellow as
Duncan's.

Alix sucked in a breath. "CheysuliF*

Rowan recoiled from her, then winced. "No!" he cried. "I
am not a demon!"

She put a trembling hand toward his face. "No ... oh no
. . . you are not a demon. It is not a curse. Rowan—"

"What do you do?" asked an accented voice from behind.

Alix leaped to her feet and whirled, staring wide-eyed at the
man. He stood before her like a demon in shadow, backlighted
by the torches. He was dark-haired, bearded, and the color of his
eyes was indeterminate. Before she could move he reached out
and caught her arm.

"Who arc you, boy?"

She was thankful for her warrior's garb, "I am a servant of
the prince, my lord. Prince Carillon."

He glanced down at Rowan, shivering against the post. The
man smiled grimly and jerked Alix toward the scarlet pavilion,
into the torchlight.

She saw he was near Duncan's age, but there the resemblance
ended. He was tall and slender; strongly built. She saw cruelty
and determination in the lines of his face; glinting in his brown

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eyes. He was richly dressed in black save for a blue tunic that
bore the crest of a scarlet hand clasping a white lightning bolt.
His mail, glinting in the light, was little more than ceremonial.

His hand was tight on her arm. "You are no boy," he said,
surprised. He turned her face into the light. "No boy at all."
And he smiled.

She tugged ineffectually against his grip. When she saw she
could not break free she gave it up and waited silently.

"Who are you? Why do you free that worthless child?"

"He is not worthless!" she cried. "He only sought to serve
his prince, as befits a loyal man. Yet you punish him for that!"

"I punish him because he threw wine over my father," the
man said firmly. "He is fortunate I did not order him slain."

Alix froze. Thorne . . . Thorne! This man is Keough's heir!

His dark eyes narrowed. "What do you do here, giri?"

"You saw me. I cut the boy free."

"Why?"

She lifted her chin defiantly. "Because Carillon desired it."

"Carillon is a prisoner." His accent twisted the name. "His
desires are nothing to me."

"Let me go," she said, knowing the request was futile.

Thorne arched a dark brow. "I think not. But tell me why you
desire to leave a prince's presence so quickly."

"There is another prince whose company I prefer."

He stared at her malignantly. Alix began to regret antagoniz-
ing him, for fear of the reprisals that might affect Carillon.

"My father will wish to see you," Thome said abruptly, and
dragged her into the scarlet pavilion.

Keough, Lord of Atvia, sat at a heavy slab table in the
shadows of the pavilion. Braziers had been set out to ward off
me chill and torches flamed in each comer. Alix stared at him
and began to be very afraid for the first time.

He was huge. His massive body dwarfed the chair he sat in,
which had been bound with iron to lend it strength. His bared
forearms rested on the table. She saw freckles and red hairs
bleached golden by the sun. A white ridge of scar tissue snaked
across the flesh and up his left arm. His hair also was red,
threaded with white, and his beard was bushy. His deep-set eyes
watched her in calm deliberation.

"What have you brought me, Thome?"

"A woman dressed as a boy. You will have to ask her the
reason for it."

Keough's eyes narrowed. His Atvian mouth formed the
Homanan syllables harshly, without the liquid grace she was
accustomed to.

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"She does not look like a camp follower. They, at least wear
skirts." His fingers combed his beard. "Are you a woman who
prefers those of her own sex?''

"No!" Alix hissed, against her will. She saw Keough's small
smile, and it rankled. "I am a Homanan, my lord. That is all
you need know."

"Then you are my enemy."

"Aye." It was heartfelt.

The beard and mustache parted as he grinned, displaying
discolored teem as big as the rest of him. "Have you come
hoping to fight? If so, you are too late. The battle is already
won. Prince Fergus and the generals are slain; executed. Most of
the captains are dead, though I save a few for later exhibition.
Even Carillon is in my hands." Keough paused. "There is little
left for you to champion."

Alix was done with this. She reached for the magic in her
bones that would give her fir-shape before their eyes. But Thome,
seeming to sense something, twisted the arm he held until the
sinews cracked. The sudden pain drove away the concentration
the shapechange required.

"What do I do with her?" Thome asked. "Will you use her,
or do I take her for myself?"

Keough looked at her as she hung on her tiptoes. "Leave her
with me. See if Carillon is still among us."

Thome released her and left the tent. Alix cradled her aching
arm against her chest, glaring at Keough. For the moment she was
helpless, and knew it.

The Atvian lord smiled and sat back in his massive chair.
"You are not a light woman. You are not a soldier. What are
you?*'

"Someone who will seek your downfall, Atvian, when I am
given the chance."

"I could have you slain, girl. Or do it myself." He raised his
huge hands. "Your slender throat would not live long in these
fingers."

"And your heart will not live long with a Cheysuli arrow
piercing it," Duncan said quietly.

Alix swung around, shocked as she saw him standing inside
the pavilion. His eyes rested on her briefly, expressionlessly,
then returned to Keough. In his hands was the black war bow, its
string invisible in the shadows. Eerily, it seemed the bow re-
quired no string to send its arrow winging into men's flesh.

Keough made a sound. Alix turned back and saw him stare at
Duncan as if demons pursued his soul. His small eyes slid from
Duncan to Alix, and she heard the malevolence in his tone.

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"So, you are a shapechanger witch sent to distract me while
the others work against us."

"No," she said clearly. "I am Cheysuli. aye, but I came only
for Carillon. You bind him harshly, my lord. There is no honor

in your heart."

Keough laughed at her- "I have no heart, witch. None at all.'*
Duncan moved forward until he stood next to Alix. "My

cheysula has the right of it. Carillon deserves better."
Keougb pressed his hands against me table and rose. He was

unarmed save for a sheathed knife at his belt, but he did not

reach for it.

"I warn you, shapechanger. I am not an easy man to slay."

Duncan smiled grimly. "You will not be slain this night, my
lord. It is not your tahlmorra. It would not serve the prophecy."

Keough's red brows lanced down. "What mean you?"

"Nothing, save I desire Carillon's release."

"Your price for leaving me alive?" Keough laughed. "What

if I refuse?"

Duncan shrugged. "I have said you will not die this night. I
have never lied. Even to my enemies."

The huge Atvian lord smiled. "I give you nothing, shapechanger.
What you will have, you must take."

Alix sensed the billowing of the doorflap behind and turned
quickly, expecting an Atvian guard. But instead she saw a
familiar silver wolf, and Finn beside him.

He grinned at her. "So, meijha, you will do for yourself what
you cannot convince us to do."

"I asked," she said tightly. "You would not come."

"Enough," Duncan said softly.

Thorne burst through the draped pavilion entrance, sword
drawn and raised to slash its way into flesh and bone. Finn spun
noiselessly and drew his knife, knocking the blade away. Thorne
fell sprawling to the ground, a Cheysuli knife pressed against his
throat as Finn knelt by him.

Duncan looked solemnly at Keough. "Your son's life, my
lord, in exchange for Carillon's release."

Keough spat out an Atvian oath between his teeth and grabbed
up the keys from an open chest. He flung mem at Duncan.

Alix followed Duncan's silent order and left the pavilion.
Duncan followed her out, leaving Finn and Storr to keep the
Atvian rulers contained.

"Where is he?" Duncan asked.

"By the horses. Duncan—"

"We will speak of it another time."

Alix winced. "What else could I do?"

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"We will speak of it another time."

She stopped to protest, then became aware of the odd stillness
shrouding the encampment. She realized not a single Atvian or
Solindish soldier moved against the Cheysuli invaders.

Alix turned puzzled eyes on Duncan. "What have you done?"

He smiled grimly. "We have used the third gift of the gods,
Alix. We could not force all into submission, but we found the
captains and took their minds from them for a time. They, in
turn, do as we ordered, and keep the common soldiers from
fighting. The Homanan captives have been freed."

She drew back a step. "By the gods . . . you are so powerful?"

"It is a thing we rarely do. It takes the spirit from a man, and
that is a thing no Cheysuli would do if there were another way."
His eyes were reproving. "You have brought this about, cheysula."

Her hands clenched into fists. "I would do the same for you!"
she burst out. "For you I would give my life. How can you deny
me this for Carillon?"

He sighed and jangled the keys against his leg. "Alix, we will
speak of this later. You have forced me to free the prince, so let
me be about it. Do you come?"

She started to walk on, then stopped stiffly and turned back.
"The boy!"

"What boy?"

"Rowan." She gestured at the post and saw the boy was
gone. "He was there. Tied. I freed him." She frowned. "I
thought he had not the strength to leave this place." Alix's face
cleared. "But if he is Cheysuli—"

Duncan took her arm. "Come, cheysula. If the boy is free, it
is fortunate for him."

She went with him to Carillon.

The prince still sat in the tumbril, legs drawn up. Moonlight
spilled across the iron on his legs and hands, illuminating the
drawn hollows around his eyes. When he saw Alix he shifted
forward, ignoring the clank of chain.

"You are safe'"

She smiled and slid a quick sideways glance at Duncan.
"Aye, I am."

Carillon blinked in surprise as he saw the Cheysuli warrior.
Then a wariness came into his face. "What have you come for,
shapechanger?"

Duncan regarded Carillon solemnly. "I lost something, my
lord- I came to recover it." He spread his hands. "But while I
am here, I may as well see to your welfare. My foolish cheysula
has forced me to do her bidding."

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Carillon nearly smiled. Alix saw the struggle in his face as he
tried to keep his emotional distance from the Cheysuli- But his
relief and good nature won out.

"She is a foolish woman. I told her so when first she appeared,
but she would have none of it." He shrugged. "Women are
willful creatures."

Duncan lost his solemnity and grinned. "Aye, especially this
one. I think it is the royalty in her."

Carillon laughed. Alix, disgruntled by the amusement in them
both at her expense, glared at Duncan,

"Have you brought the keys for nothing, Duncan? See to your
prince!"

Duncan banished his smile but not the glint in his eyes. He
bent and unlocked the leg shackles. Then he unlocked the heavy
bands around his wrists.

The iron fell away. Alix hissed as she saw the raw wounds
ringing Carillon's wrists, as if he still wore the shackles. Care-
fully he stretched out his hands and tried to work them.

Duncan stopped him. "Do not. If you will suffer it, 1 can take
away the pain when we are free of this place." His eyes were
very watchful. "Will you suffer it?"

Carillon sighed. "It seems 1 must. Alix has chastised me for
my unremitting distrust of your race. Perhaps it is time i listened
toner."

A glow came into Duncan's eyes. "If she has caused you to
reconsider the feelings most Homanans hold for us, then her
foolishness has some merit."

"Duncan!" she cried in frustration.

His brows lifted as he turned to her. "Well, it was foolishness.
First you left me Keep, where 1 ordered you to remain; then you
joined us when I would have you go back; and now you have
come into an enemy camp. What else am I to think of your
behavior?''

Alix took a deep bream and glared at him, hands on hips.
"My behavior is mine to do. It has nothing to do with you.
Because I have wed you according to your barbaric shapechanger
custom and carry your halfling child does not mean you have the
ordering of me."

"Alix!" Carillon cried- He looked first at Duncan, then at
her. After a moment he looked back at Duncan. "Does she
always speak this way?"

"When it siats her. I have not found her a diplomatic cheysuUi."

Alix scowled at him.

Carillon shook his head slowly. "No, I think not. I had not
known of her sharp tongue." He grinned suddenly. "Well, that

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is not entirely true. I recall her words when I destroyed her
garden."

Alix shoved her hair back from her face. "I begin to wish I
had not come."

Carillon frowned at her. "Who cut off your hair?"

"Duncan."

Carillon, astonished, looked at the warrior- "Why?"

Duncan's mouth twisted. "She required a lesson." He dropped
the keys and stretched out his hand. "Come, my lord; it is time
we took you from this place."

Carillon heaved himself from the tumbril with Duncan's help.
His face went white and he gasped in pain as his muscles
screamed their agony. He remained on his feet only because
Duncan held him there.

"Give me a sword," Carillon said between clenched teeth. "I
must have a sword. I owe a death to someone."

"I have none." Duncan's eyes were opaque and blank. "The
last sword the Cheysuli held was Hale's. You, my lord, have lost
it for us."

Carillon blanched beneath the quiet reproach. "I had little to
do with it! Thome disarmed me, and took it." His pale face
twisted. "I will slay that man. I have been chained tike a beast
and treated as common filth. They have made me watch as they
ordered my men slain, and Thome has laughed at it all." He
took a slow breath. "But the worst has nothing to do with me. It
was the boy. Because of him, and the rest, Thome will die by
my hand."

Alix moved closer. "The boy. Carillon. I saw him closely. Is
he Cheysuli?"

Carillon sighed. "I thought so. He had the color for it. But he
said no, when I asked him. He was afraid. I think, if anything,
he is a bastard got on some Cheysuli woman. He said he was
raised Homanan by a man and a woman not his parents." He
looked back at Duncan. ' 'If I cannot have a sword, shapechanger,
then lend me a knife."

Duncan's eyes narrowed. "I have a name, princeling. You
would do well to use it. I have committed my clan to your
survival, and that of Homana. You and I have, I think, gone
beyond being opponents of any sort. There is more than that
between us, now. My lord." Duncan studied him dispassionately.
' 'If you would earn the respect of the Cheysuli—which you must
have to keep Homana intact—you would do well to save your
hatred for the Bilini."

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at Duncan, as if he would slay him, and Duncan exhibited no
intention of retracting his sharp words.

Finally she put a hand on each of their arms. "Come, my
warriors. We should leave this place." When Duncan made no
signs of moving she deliberately pressed her nails into his bare
arm. "Cheysul, so you forget I carry your son? Get me free of
this place."

That drove both of mem into motion. Carillon wavered on his
feet, recovered, and made as if to walk. Duncan caught his arm
and led him away from the tumbril. But his other hand was on
Alix's wrist, and she felt herself dragged after him.

Satisfied she had achieved her goal, she smiled to herself and
went along amicably.

Chapter Seven

Duncan stole an Atvian horse and helped Carillon mount. The
prince's face was stretched taut with pain and the struggle to
keep it unspoken, but Alix sensed every screaming fiber of
Carillon's mistreated body. Silently she watched him compose
himself in the saddle, gathering reins with swollen, discolored
hands.

Duncan turned to her. "Ride behind him, cheysula."

Carillon glared at him. "I have no need of a woman to keep
me in the saddle, shapechanger."

"This woman has accounted for your rescue, princeling,"
Duncan returned. "And as for your ability to keep yourself in
the saddle, that is for you to do. It is Alix I am concerned about,
and the health of our child."

Carillon, about to say something more, snapped his mouth
shut.

Alix shook her head. "I go with you, Duncan."

"The others leave this place in ;w-shape," he said calmly. "I
will walk, leading this horse. Whether you realize it yet, you are
doubtless weary. Ride, Alix."

Duncan's words awoke all the trembling in her limbs and the
comprehension of what she had accomplished. Alix felt her
bones turn to water. Though she longed to protest she withheld it
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him lift her onto the horse, and carefully clasped her fingers into
tire leather of Carillon's belt.

"Where do we go?" he asked.

"Not far. Perhaps two leagues from here." Duncan took the
horse's bridle and led it out. "Come, we will see to your welfare
when we are free of this place."

Duncan took them from the open plains into me depths of the
shadowed forests, moving so silently Alix heard only the horse's
steps muffled against the bedding of the forest floor. Occasion-
ally she saw flitting shapes of animals slipping by and realized
me far and their warriors gave the clan-leader and his charges
protection. She felt very safe.

At last Duncan turned the horse into a tiny clearing invisible to
the untrained eye. Alix pushed free of the horse and dropped to
me ground, ignoring Duncan's disapproving comment. She stepped
out of the way and watched as he helped Carillon dismount.

"I will be well enough,'"Carillon said curtly.

Duncan did not remove his steadying arm. "It is no disgrace
to require help after so much time spent in close confinement.*'
He met Carillon's eyes. "Or is it only Cheysuli aid you spurn?"

Alix sighed wearily and pushed hair from her face. "Must you
ever go at one another with no basis other than pride and
arrogance?" she asked. "Can neither of you forget your race and
simply conduct yourselves as men?"

Carillon stared at her. After a moment something softened his
expression and twisted his mouth briefly. He looked back at
Duncan.

"You have proven your loyalty to me, at least, this night. It is
not my place to reprove you for h,"

Duncan smiled and indicated a fallen log. "Come, my lord.
We will see if you are worth saving."

Alix followed as Duncan led Carillon to the log. The prince
lowered himself carefully to the ground and leaned against the
fallen tree, sighing as his limbs fell once more into the positions
they had grown accustomed to in captivity.

"Build a fire, cheysula." Duncan said quietly as he knelt by
Carillon's side.

She feh a spasm of fear in her chest. "So close to the
Atvians?"

"We must, Alix. Carillon can go no farther this night."

Unhappily she did his bidding, locating stones and building
them into a small fire cairn. She lay small sticks and broken
kindling upon it, and kept herself from twitching in surprise as a
Cheysuli warrior appeared to light it. When she glanced up she
saw the clearing was filled with returned warriors.

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Flames licked at the kindling and caught, illuminating the
clearing into eerie, flickering shadows. Alix saw the dark face of
each man and the glowing yellow eyes, acknowledging again her
own kinship to the magic of the gods. The lir, four-footed and
winged, waited silently with their warriors.

Can she asked silently.

He rustled in the nearest tree. Here, liren.

I accomplished what I said I would.

Aye, liren. He sounded amused. You are truly Cheysuli.

Alix grinned. Those words from you are honor indeed, Cai.

Yet once you would not admit it, liren.

Alix sighed and knelt by the fire, watching her husband at
Carillon's side. But then 1 was foolish, Cai, and unwilling to

learn.
You have learned much, the bird agreed. But there is still

much left to you.

She peered into the tree, trying to distinguish the hawk's form
from distorting branches. What do you say?

In time, you will know.

A stifled exclamation from Carillon took her attention from
the bird and she moved closer to the prince. Duncan, she saw in
alarm, manipulated Carillon's hands with little regard for his

pain.

"Can you not let diem be?" Carillon asked between gritted

teeth. "They will heal."

"It is worth the pain to let me see to them, my lord. Iron can
damage more than flesh. It can take away the little life within the
muscles themselves. But you, I think, will hold a sword again."

"And when I hold that sword, I will plunge it into Theme's

black heart."

Alix's eyes widened as she saw Finn step out of the darkness
into the ring of firelight. Storr flanked him on one side.

"What sword will you use, princeling?" Finn demanded.
"You have lost the one my jehan gifted to the Mujhar."

Color flooded Carillon's face. *'I admit it."

Finn raised one eyebrow. "Well, I had expected denials and
excuses from you. You surprise me."

"This can wait," Duncan said reprovingly.

Finn moved closer and drew a tooled leather sheath from
behind his back. The gold hilt of a broadsword gleamed in the
firelight, and the brilliant mby in it glistened like blood.

The warrior lifted it into the light, focusing ali eyes on it.
"Hale's sword was meant for one man. Carillon. I cannot say if
that man is you, but if it i&—you had best take care. This is

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twice you have lost my jehan's sword. Next time I may not see it
back in your hands."

Carillon said nothing as Finn held the sheathed weapon down.
For a long moment his hands lay still in his lap, where Duncan
had released them. Then, when Finn made no move to withdraw
it. Carillon closed one hand around the scabbard.

"If you are so dedicated to overcoming my succession," he
began, "why, then, do you persist in restoring this blade to me?
hi your hands it might prove far more powerful."

Finn shrugged, folding bronzed arms across his chest. "A
Cheysuli warrior does not bear a sword. And I am that before
anything else."

Carillon set the sword across his lap and stared at the Homanan
lion crest stamped into its hilt. Then he let the pain and fatigue
take his mind, and he fell asleep with Hale's sword held firmly
against his chest.

Alix looked on his bruised, gaunt face and suddenly longed
for the first days of their meetings in the forest near the croft.
His fine clothes were gone, replaced by soiled and scarred
leathers and blood-rusted chain mail. His sword-belt was missing
and his hair had grown shaggy and tangled in weeks of captivity -
The only thing princely about him was the ruby seal ring on his
right forefinger, and the determination inherent in his face even
in exhausted sleep.

She sighed and felt a hollowness enter her spirit, knowing
Carillon's personal tahlmorra would" take him farther from her
yet.

Duncan rose and turned to her, looking down on her expression-
lessly. Something in his eyes made her realize her face gave
away her feelings, and for an odd moment she saw before her a
stem shapechanger warrior who had forced her into his clan
against her wishes.

Then the oddness slid away and she saw him clearly.

He is Duncan, she recalled. Duncan . . .             ._.

Somehow, it was enough.                        *

He moved to her and slowly raised her. She felt the strength in
his hand on her arm and marveled again mat this man had taken
an unschooled croft-girl into his pavilion, when he might have
had another.

"Come with me," he said softly, guiding her out of the
clearing to the forest beyond.

When he found a shattered tree stump he set her down upon it
and stood resolutely before her, dark face unreadable in the
shadows.

"Duncan?"

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"1 cannot fault you for what you have done. You determined
what it was that needed doing, and you did it." He shrugged
crookedly. "As any warrior does."

Alix stared at the ground, dreading his wrath. Duncan's was
ever worse than anyone's.

"I understand what it is to care deeply for someone, so deeply
you must do what you can, regardless of outcome," he said
quietly. "You know I would sacrifice myself for you, or Finn,
or any other warrior of my clan."

After a moment she dared to look up at him. Nervously she
wet her lips. "If you mean to be angry, Duncan, do it. I cannot
wait for it all night.''

His face, still in shadow, showed her nothing. But his voice
was surprised. "I am not angry with you. What you did was not
wrong—only inconsiderate."

She stiffened. "Inconsiderate!"

Duncan sighed and stepped forward, into a shaft of moonlight
threading its way through the trees. She saw his smile and warm
eyes as his hands settled possessively on her shoulders.

"Do you forget me child? Do you forget the magic in your
soul?"

"Duncan—"

"I will not risk losing you because of bearing the child too
soon. Such things can take a woman's-life. But neither will I risk
the child, who deserves to Uve as a warrior. Alix, you have
taken /ir-shape while carrying an unborn child. Had you not
thought what that might mean?"

Instinctively a hand slipped to her stomach. Suddenly she was
very frightened.

"Duncan—it will not harm the child? It will not take him
from me?"

He traced the worried creases from her brow. "I think it will
not harm me child, cheysula, but it cannot do it much good.
Would you have a poor unformed soul shifting shape before it
even knows its own?"

Her fingers tightened spasmodically against her stomach.
"Duncan!"

He sighed and pulled her to her feet, wrapping hard arms
around her shoulders. She turned her face against him.

"I have not said this to worry you, Alix. Only to make you
think."

She clung to him. "I have thought, Duncan . , . and I am
afraid!"

"The child is Cneysuli, small one, and bears the Old Blood. I
think it will be well enough."

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She drew back. "But what if I have harmed it? What if it is
not whole?"

Duncan muttered something under his bream and pulled her
against his chest roughly. "I am sorry I said anything. I should
not have put this in your mind."

"You are right to," she said clearly, trying to see his face in
the shadows. "I have been foolish ... as you said."

"Would you say that to Carillon, whom you have freed from
captivity?"

"fou freed him."

"But had you not defied me to begin with, I would not have
gone to the Atvian encampment at all. It was Mujhara I was
bound for."

Alix sighed, trying to deal with two fears. "Do you send me
back, then? Do you forbid me to go with you to the city, and
make me wait at the Keepi''

He laughed softly. "Why can you not be as other women?
Why must you put on men's garb—my own, I have seen—and
act the part of a warrior?"

She scowled. "How can I say? I am myself."

He nodded. "I have seen that. It is not entirely unpleasing, in
its place. As for Mujhara, you will have to come with us. I will
not have you take fir-shape again, and I will not have you return
to the Keep alone. I can spare no men to take you." He
shrugged, sighing. "So you will come."

Alix said nothing for a long moment. Then she clenched her
hands against his ribs. "I cannot say if I am pleased or not. I
would not be happy at the Keep, waiting in fear, but neither will
I be happy to see you risk yourself for Shaine's city."

He smoothed back her hair. "It is not Shaine's city, small
one. Once it was Cheysuli. We have only to win back what was
ours."

She turned her face up to his. "Duncan—had the Cheysuli not
given up the throne to Homanans—could you have been Mujhar?"

He smiled. "I am clan-leader, cheysula. It is enough."

Something turned in her heart. "But you have lost so
much . . ."

His eyes were very clear in the moonlight as he looked into
her face. '*I have lost something, perhaps, but I have found even
more."

"Duncan—"

"Hush, cheysula. It is time you let our child rest."

She sighed and felt her left hand clasped firmly in his as he led
her back to the tiny camp.

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I am not the proper sort of woman for this man ... she
thought in aching regret,

Cai, hidden in the darkness, sent her his warm reassurance.
Liren . . . you are the only woman/or this man.

Alix drew closer to Duncan and hoped the hawk was nght.

BOOK IV

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"The Warrior"

Chapter One

"I will not subject myself to Cheysuli sorcery," Carillon said
firmly in the morning.

He sat upright against his log, hands folded over the scab-
barded sword Finn had returned to him. The Cheysuli warriors
faced him silently, yet disapproving even in their silence.

Alix saw defiant determination in the prince's battered face.
"Carillon," she reproved softly.

His eyes flickered as he looked at her, standing at Duncan's
side. "Alix, such sorcery is evil. I cannot deny your own
measure of it, but I know you. You would never seek to bring
down Homana's heir."

"Nor would we," Duncan said flatly. He sighed. "You would
not believe it, perhaps, but the Cheysuli never meant to give up
their proper place next to the Homanan Mujhars. Until Hale left,
Cheysuli warriors ever served Homanan kings. We seek no
quarrel with you."

Finn stood apart from the others, smiling crookedly in his
familiar mocking manner. "You seek the quarrel, I think."

Carillon's mouth tightened. "I seek only to get to MuJhara
and free my city from the Dilini demons. And Bellam ofSolinde."
His fingers were bone-white as he clenched them on the sword.

"You will not get there without our aid," Finn said curtly.
"Yet last night you were willing enough to let us use our gifts on
the enemy."

"Using your magic to release your liege lord is one thing,"
Carillon retorted. "Subverting my will with it is entirely another."

Finn laughed scornfully. "See how quickly he calls himself
our lord! Only months ago you lay in our hands, princeling, and
did our bidding. Could we not have forced sorcery on you then if
we wished it? Or is it that you lift yourself higher, now, because
Fergus of Homana is slain?"

"Rujho," Duncan said quietly.

Carillon's eyes were hard as stone as he shook his head. "Let
him speak. I have learned much of men because of this war, and
I find there are times a man must consider himself first. Long
have I allowed the Mujhar to manipulate me, but no longer. My
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would." Carillon smiled slowly, without humor. "You may not
like it, shapechanger, but 1 will be lord of Homana one day. You
had better accustom yourself to it."

Color surged into Finn's face as he stiffened. The yellow blaze
in his eyes gave away the depths of the rage he felt, and Alix
grinned delightedly. She caught his eyes on her and did not hide
her reaction, which only angered him further. Finn turned and
walked away from the clustered warriors.

Duncan, legs spread and arms folded, smiled ironically down
on Carillon. "My lord prince, you may well be our liege lord.
But it remains: you cannot ride into Mujhara in this fashion. You
would not last the journey."

Carillon placed one hand flat against the ground and pushed
himself upright, tensing his body with the effort it took. Alix
stifled the movement she longed to make to help him, knowing
to do so would diminish tite impact of his rising. He stood taller
than most of them, though the Cheysuli were a tall race, and his
broad shoulders stretched against the leather-and-mail he wore.
Only his eyes gave away the immensity of effort it took for him
to remain standing erectly before them.

"If I cannot ride into my own city, I have no business
attempting to free her from the Ihlini terror."

"Carillon," she said softly, "it will not hurt. It will only
strengthen you."

His eyes burned into hers as he stretched out his left hand. The
stiff sleeve of his fighting leathers and mail drew back on his
arm, baring the ridged purple weak still weeping fluid from the
shackle-wounds.

"I care little if it hurts, Alix. Have I not learned to deal with
pain?"

Duncan's hand pressed against her shoulder as if bidding her
into silence. Alix longed to answer Carillon's bitterness but
refrained. As she listened to Duncan she realized nothing she
said could change Carillon's mind. But Duncan's words might.

"Homana lies in her death struggle," he said clearly. "I believe
you realize that. It is a harsh thing to comprehend, when you are
prince of a land and must someday ascend the throne, but it is
something you must deal with. The Cheysuli denied the truth of
the prophecy once, Carillon, and suffered because of it. If you
deny it, you also will suffer."

"I am not Cheysuli," Carillon said sharply. "A shapechanger
prophecy cannot foretell what will become of a Homanan. I have
no place in it."

"You cannot know," Duncan said softly. "Nor can any man.
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prophecy has foretold what will become of you, my lord, even
though you be Homanan. I believe you are the Mujhar it speaks
of—the one who wilt end the qu'mahlin and restore our race
to peace and our homeland." Duncan sighed as Carillon's
face expressed patent disbelief. "We cannot turn the flow of
die prophecy. But we can withstand the dark arts of Ihlini
interference."

"You cannot tell me what has happened was meant'." the
prince snapped. "My father's death?"

"A man must die before his son is fully a man," Duncan said
gently. "And the throne of Homana must once again fall into
Cheysuli hands."

Alix saw bitterness and resentment wash color from Carillon's
face. "Cheysuli hands?" he asked ominously. "You say Homana's
throne will be in shapechanger hands?"

She stepped from Duncan and stood between them, fearing
little would be settled over such an emotional score. Gently she
touched Carillon's hand as it clung to the sword.

*'I have learned once this land was Cheysuli," she said softly.
"before ever the Homanans came. It was the Cheysuli who gave
the throne to your ancestors. Duncan does not mean he will deny
your right to it. It is only that you must have it before it goes
again to a Cheysuli Mujhar." Alix took a careful breath. "Carillon,
can we not be one race instead of two?"

"You will rule in Mujhara, my lord," Duncan said calmly,
"but only if we get you there."

Carillon said nothing. It was Alix who smiled into his face and
insisted gently. "I will not let them harm you. I promise."

His free hand slid up to her face and cupped it gently. "Then I
leave my fate in your hands."

"No," she said softly. "Your fate is your own. Tahtmorra."

The Cheysuli went into Mujhara under cover of darkness.
Carillon, submitting to the summoning of earth magic that re-
newed his strength and sent vigor sweeping through his bones,
rode the Atvian mount stolen for him. Alix sat behind Duncan
once more and stared in dismay at the city.

It lay in shambles. The glittering magnificence had shattered
beneath the continued onslaught of Ihlini sorcery. Walts lay
tumbled, oddly charred as if unholy fire had leached life from
stone blocks once raised by Cheysuli hands so many centuries
before. Many of the dwellings had been destroyed completely;

others showed no signs of life within. Crumbling casements
stared blindly at the streets as if the eyes had been plucked from
them by unseen hands.

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Alix shivered and held more tightly to Duncan. Here and there
someone moved out of the shadows to avoid them, as if they
feared Ihlini retribution, and Alix longed to tell them differently.
But she could not find her voice.

Mujhara . . . she mourned within her heart.

She looked at Carillon and saw him sitting erect in the saddle,
Cheysuli sword fastened to his leather belt. His face, as he
looked on the city, was perfectly blank. His eyes were not.

Duncan halted his horse and waited until the warriors gathered
around him in a narrow alley. Their silence was eloquent.

"We are too late to keep the city from me Ihlini," he said. "It
is Homana-Mujhar we must look to. If the palace falls, so falls
the realm."

Carillon shifted in his saddle. "The palace has stood against
strong foes for centuries, shapechanger. It will not fall to dark
sorcery."

Duncan slowly lifted his hand and indicated the charred,
still-smoking ruins of a tall dwelling near them. "There is the
smell of death in the air, my lord. Does it matter so much if it is
achieved at the hands of sorcerers, or mere men?"

Carillon scowled. "What do you say?"

"That if you continue to believe in the infallibility of Shame
and the palace in which he hides himself, you are foolish indeed."
He smiled bitterly. "Carillon, once my own race was arrogant
enough to believe we would ever hold the regard of Homanans.
See how that faith has turned to-folly? Tynstar is powerful
indeed. If Homana-Mujhar can be taken—and any castle can
be—the Ihlini will do it."

The prince's blue eyes were bleak. "I do not deny the demon
his arts, nor his strength. I have only to see what he has done
already. But it is a hard thing to realize the strength of a land
resides in a single Mujhar." His mouth thinned. "I am not so
much like my uncle, I think. But I will do what I can to keep this
land free of Bellam's grasp."

Finn's dun-colored horse stomped against the ash-covered
cobbles, raising fine gray dust. The warrior astride the animal set
his hand to the hilt of his knife.

"We accomplish little here, rujho. Let us go on to Homana-
Mujhar."

Alix felt Duncan's subtle sigh. Then he straightened and
nodded. "What we do now may well settle the future of the
Cheysuli." He stared levelly at Carillon. "Can you truly cling to
the belief that we mean me Mujhar's blood only ill, my lord?"

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dying flames from the burning buildings glinted off the blade and
set the ruby to glowing like a crimson eye.

"I have said you will know what I believe when I am Mujhar,
shapechanger. Shaine still lives." His grim face softened slightly.
"But your aid is welcome this night."

Finn laughed curtly. "That is something, I suppose, from you.
Well, princeling, shall you show us how a fine Homanan lord
fights to save his land?"

"I will fight how I can, shapechanger. As you will see."

Duncan gathered the reins of his mount. "We go separately,"
he said quietly. "Cheysuli-fashion, when the odds are so high.
When we have reached Homana-Mujhar, we will see to the
Mujhar's welfare."

Alix watched as the warriors melted into the darkness. After a
moment only she and Duncan remained with Carillon.

Finn kneed his horse out of the shadows. "Duncan, I hope
this is what you have wanted so long," he said obscurely.

Alix frowned at him. "What do you say?"

Finn stared at his brother. "He has ever warned the clan
against unrestrained retribution for the qu'mahlin. It has ever
been Duncan, swaying the Council, who kept us in the forests of
Ellas, when we would strike against Shaine's patrols and any
other serving the Mujhar." Something glinted wickedly in his
eyes. "You do not know, meijha, what it is to fight a Cheysuli
in all extremity. We might have slain many more who sought to
slay us, had Duncan allowed it."

"The prophecy does not speak of utter annihilation, Finn,"
Duncan retorted- "It speaks of a final peace between warring
lands and races. Should it not begin with our own realm?"

"Shaine would sooner see us dead."

"Shaine will see us, rujho, but we will not be dead." Duncan
kneed his horse forward. "Do you come with us?"

"No." Finn gathered his reins. "I fight alone, Duncan, as
ever." His eyes flickered over Alix. "You are a foolish woman,
meijha. You should be at the Keep, with the others who wait."

"I could not bear it," she said quietly.

Finn stared harshly at her a moment longer, then wheeled his
horse and rode into the shadows. A silver wolf loped silently at
his side.

Alix wrapped her arms around Duncan and pressed herself
against his back as they rode through the streets. "Duncan, 1 am
afraid."

"There is no dishonor in fear. It is only when you fail to do
what you must that the dishonor comes."

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speak to me as a clan-leader, Duncan. I am in no mood to
listen."

Carillon, riding abreast, grinned at her. "Have you ever been
in the mood to listen? No. Else you would not be here, and
afraid."

She shot him a dark glance and refrained from saying anything
for fear it would not be seemly.

They rode through streets unfamiliar to her, and even Duncan
at last gave way to Carillon, who knew the city better than any.
The people who passed them went cloaked and hooded, saying
nothing. Carillon rode silently but Alix saw the tension in his
body and realized what the knowledge of what had happened did
to him.

Duncan pulled his horse to a halt at a large recessed stable
opening of a deserted dwelling- Alix waited, uncomprehending,
as he slipped from the saddle and turned to help her down. When
she stood on the cobbles she stared into his face and opened her
mouth to speak.

Duncan put gentle fingers across her lips. "I would have you
remain here, cheysula; out of harm's way. That you have come
so far with me is risk enough. I will not have you come farther
into the enemy's trap."

She pried his fingers away. "Do you leave me here?"

"Aye. The street is empty, the buildings deserted. 1 think you
will be safe here, if you do as I say."

Alix glanced briefly past him and saw Carillon's silhouette
against the shine of moonlight. He had halted his horse near
the end of the street, giving them privacy.

"Then I will be waiting again; unknowing," she protested.
"It will be no different than at the Keep."

His hands clasped her belted waist possessively. "Alix, I
understand what you fear. In your place, I could not do it. But I
cannot have you by my side as I go into war. It would divide my
concentration, and that is deadly to any warrior."

"By myself?" she whispered.

"I will leave Cai. I would not have you go unattended." He
smoothed back her tousled hair. "Cheysula, say you will do as I
ask."

"Duncan, how am I to deal with this? You leave me in the
middle of a fallen city and say I must not worry. That is the
cruelest torture I could know."

He glanced over his shoulder and saw Carillon returning. He
sighed and left his horse in the street, taking Alix into the
building half-destroyed by Ihlini sorcery. Before she could protest,
Duncan lifted her and set her on a tumbled wall.

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"You will stay here, with Cai."

"Without your Ur you cannot shapechange."

"There are Ihlini here. I cannot seek ;ir-shape anyway."

"Duncan—"

"Do as I ask. Keep yourself safe here, away from fighting."

He sighed and one broad, long-fingered hand slid to cover
her stomach. "I must name the child, cheysula."

"Name it ... now?"

"Aye. It is a warrior's custom to name an unborn as he goes
into battle." He shrugged. "So mat it is gods-blessed, regardless
ofQiejehan's fate."

Cold slid through her bones as she grabbed at his hands.
"Duncan, I would sooner have you stay with me!"

"I cannot," he said gently. "It is not my tahlmorra to turn
my back on Homana's need."

"You will come back for me!"

"Of course, cheysula. Do you think so poorly of my warrior
skills?"

"But I am not a warrior. I cannot judge."

"You are warrior enough for me." He silenced any protest
with a kiss of such longing and poignancy she could say nothing
when he at last released her. She stared into his face beseechingly,
and saw the pride and strength she had ever loved.

"He shall be Donal," he said softly. "Donal."

Perversely, she scowled at him. "And if I bear a girl?"

Duncan grinned. "I think it will be a boy."

"Duncan—"

"I will come for you, when it is done."

Anguish filled her. "Cheysuf—"

"It is tahlmorra, small one," he said firmly, and left her in
the darkness.

Chapter Two

Alix paced through the rubble like a madwoman. For a long time
she saw nothing of me place in which Duncan had left her,
feeling only the turmoil and anger of her spirit, until at last she
stopped in the middle of the tumbled building and stared into its
shadowed depths. The emptiness of the place oppressed her until
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the tumbled wreckage that beat at her so much, but the acknowl-
edgment of her own futility.

She wrapped both arms tightly around herself as if they would
lend her warmth and security. She attuned her senses to her
surroundings and heard the skittering of rats in dark comers, and
me creaking of weakened timbers. Slowly she lifted her eyes to
the broken roof and stared into the black night sky with its
scattered stars.

/ am here. liren. Cai said softly. / am here.

Her mouth twisted. / respect you, Cai, but you are not Duncan.
You are not the father of this child I carry.

The bird shifted somewhere above. He has left me to make
certain you fare well. Not to take his place.

She smiled into the blank open doorway. Cai. . . sometimes I
forget you are a hawk and think of you almost as a man.

A tiny pebble fell from the timber over her head. / am not so
different, liren. Because I have wings and talons does not make
me insensitive to a woman's fears. His tone warmed. He is a
brave warrior, liren.

"But they die," she said aloud. "Even the bravest die."

The hawk seemed almost to sigh. / cannot say if he lives or
dies this night, liren. Only that he fights for his beliefs. Should
he die, I wilt be lirless and you without a cheysul. But he would
be content he had done what he could for the prophecy.

"Prophecy'" she cried aloud, clutching at the abdomen that
carried Duncan's child. "I think it is more like a curse!"

Cai shifted overhead and scattered another handful of pebbles
to the floor. Atix stared blindly at the invisible fall.

The prophecy is your tahlmorra, the hawk said at last, gently-
As it is mine, and my lir's. Even. I think, your child's.

Alix jerked her head up and stared at his shadow-shrouded
form. "What do you say? Do you tell me you know what will
come to all of us? Do you say we are only game pieces the gods
move as suits their will?"

Liren, he said softly, we were the first. The gods made lir
before they made men. We know many things.

She wrenched her hands from her abdomen. "Then will you
not tell me? Will you not say what road lies before me?"

/ cannot, liren. The prophecy unveils itself in the fullness of
time. The lir cannot precipitate it.

"Cai!"

No, he said calmly.

"It is not fair!" she cried. "If he should die, you will tell me
it is his tahlmorra and I should not grieve. Yet if he lives, and
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meant also! Cai, you speak to me in tangled words and snaried
threads- I cannot say I like this tapestry you weave!"

The hawk was silent a long moment. It is not my tapestry, he
said at last, but that of the gods. They have said what will come.
It is up to the shar tahls to show you what has gone before, and
what may follow.

"It is not fair," she repeated.

No. he agreed, nor ever shall be.

Alix stared blindly into the darkness and cursed her soul for its
unquiet depths. After a moment she went to the wall Duncan had
perched her on and climbed up to seat herself on it gingerly.

Repeating the action did no good. Duncan was not there, and
she felt only the emptiness of her heart.

"Cai," she said at last, hearing the whisper of an echo in the
shattered dwelling, "I am not meant to wait so patiently, or so
silently.*'

You are never silent, Uren.

She did not smile. "I will not remain here."

He wished it.

"I wish to be with him."

Silence crept into the ruin. Then Cai shifted on the beam and
sent a brief shower of debris raining down on her.

Uren, he has said what he wants from you.

"I will work myself into a frenzy," she said calmly, "and
that will do the child no good at all."

Yet if you go, you risk both of you.

She closed her eyes. "Duncan does what he must, and expects
me not to question it. But I do, Cai. I must. There is something—
different—in myself. I cannot sit calmly by and wait for him to
return to me . . . if he can."

Uren . . .

Alix opened her eyes, decision made. "1 must do what 1 must,
bird. Perhaps it is my own tahlmorra."

The great hawk lifted and flew from the timber to the broken
wall before her. She saw his dark eyes glinting in the moonlight.

Uren, it is not for me to gainsay you. I have said what I can.
,Alix smiled. "Cai, you are truly a blessing of the old gods."

The hawk fixed her with a bright eye. So is the child you
carry.

She slid off the shattered wall and straightened her creased
leathers. "Cai, I will carry this child to full term. It is a part of
my own tahlmorra."

He sounded oddly amused. You have only just come to us,
Uren, yet you speak as a learned one who has the magic of the
shar tahls.

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i     Alix walked from the dwelling into the cobbled street and
stared down the empty alley. "Perhaps I have a measure of that
;   magic, Cai. Now, do you come?"

The great hawk mantled and took to the air. / come, Uren.

Alix moved softly, mimicking Duncan's stealth. She was very
aware of the knife in her boot, wishing she had better but
knowing she would be incapable of using it against another
anyway. She was no warrior.

Cai winged overhead silently, saying nothing to her as she
walked carefully through the empty streets and alleyways. The
night sky was clear save for stars, but she felt a heaviness in her
bones as if the buildings of the Mujhar's city leaned in on her.
And she smelted the stench of death, unable to escape its cloying
touch.

Occasionally she passed a tumbled wall still smoldering, still
caressed by odd purple fire. She swallowed heavily as she re-
r  called Tynstar and his odd method of departing her presence. A
shiver of foreboding coursed through her body as she stepped
carefully through the broken fragments of a dwelling, and her
right hand dropped instinctively to shield her unborn child.

Alix froze suddenly as a shadow streaked across the street
before her, hissing malevolently. Instinctively she pressed her-
self against the nearest wall, hoping the bricks might provide
protection. Then she saw it was only a cat, fur raised and ears
flattened as it fled the night terrors. For a moment she held
herself against the wall, eyes closed- tightly as she tried to still
her lurching heart. Cai, drifting over her, sent a burst of his own
confidence.

Alix pushed away and moved on, releasing a breath that
rasped through her dry throat. After a moment she paused,
bending, and took me knife from her boot. The feel of it in her
hand gave her a measure of renewed confidence, and she walked
on softly.

You can go back, Cai said. You can wait for my lir, as he
\ wished.

No, she said silently.

Uren . . .

No.

Alix felt better for her determination, recalling the urge that
had originally driven her into the streets- For all she was fright-
ened of what might befall her, she was more frightened of what
might happen to Duncan. She would far prefer being with him,
in danger, than without him in comparative safety.

A stone rattled on the cobbles before her. Alix slipped into a
recessed doorway, knife drawn up to her chest in readiness.

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Another stone skittered across the uneven street and came to rest
near her foot. She followed its path with her eyes until she saw
the figure move silently through the street.

It was a man, 'she thought, for the cloaked form was tall and
moved with me subtle grace of a warrior. She had seen its like in
warriors of the clan, marveling at the body's ability to take on
the aspect of animal suppleness while maintaining human form.
For a moment she thought the man Cheysuli, then recalled none
had gone cloaked on this mission into Mujhara. Alix drew in a
breath and waited.

He moved past her, half-hidden in the shadowy folds of his
cloak. For a moment he paused, very near her, and she feared
discovery. A hand rose and pushed the hood free of his face,
sliding me draped material to his shoulders. Alix, certain he
somehow knew her presence, waited for him to speak.

But the man said nothing. He glanced into the sky, marked the
hawk's idle flight, and smiled to himself. Then he moved on.

Alix waited until he was gone. Then she slipped out of the
doorway and hastened from the street, fearing belated discovery.
When she reached for Cai's soothing pattern she felt an odd
current pushing against her, almost as if it sought to prevent
communication with the hawk. She strengthened her call and
relaxed as the bird's tone came to her.

Ihlini. liren.

Alix paused, frowning against the effort it took to hear him.
Ihlini?

Aye, the cloaked man.

She stared into the darkness. Then why do I hear you at all?

Perhaps it is the blood in you, liren. Perhaps whatever power
it is that prevents other Cheysuli from seeking their Hr does not
block you from it. His shadow drifted over her. Liren, you are
fortunate indeed.

But she felt the strain within the pattern and sensed a draining
of her resources. It frightened her, for she dared not risk me
child. She broke off me link to Cai and decided to keep it
broken, for fear it might harm the unborn. Cai seemed to approve,
and she went on in greater solitude than before.

Alix knew herself lost. Her visit to Mujhara with Carillon had
not accustomed her to the twistings and turnings of the narrow
streets, and she realized she might be moving farther from
Homana-Mujhar instead of going to it. Frustrated and fearful,
she turned yet again and kept her steady pace. She longed to
question Cai, knowing he could tell her. but fought down the in-
stinct. She would not involve the hawk unless forced to.

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the piteous wail drove into her spirit tike a shaft, beckoning her.
Alix broke into a trot, then a run as the crying seemed to
weaken. She was breathless as she rounded a comer and tripped
over a body in the street.

It was a woman, clothed in a soiled and torn gown. Alix got to
her knees and replaced her knife as she put a trembling hand
toward the woman's face. Then she saw the staring eyes were
blank, bulging in death, and something elemental curled deeply
within her soul. She hesitated, then put gentle fingers to the
eyelids and closed them. The cold stillness of the flesh shot a
convulsive shudder down her spine.

The crying renewed itself. Alix jerked her head around and
stared wide-eyed into me darkness. After a moment she located
the focus of the sound and rose, moving quietly to the broken
wall of a charred building. Behind the scattered stone, placed
carefully beneath a sheltering piece of broken door, lay a naked
baby.

Soundlessly Alix cried out. Then her hands were on the infant,
lifting it free of its protection. It was a boy-child, cold to the
touch, and his chest rose feebly in an attempt to breathe. Alix
knelt and cradled him to her breast, feeling a mixture of longing
and pain in her soul as she sensed the ambiance of her own
unborn child.

She crooned to him softly, smoothing his silken head. He was
no more than a few weeks, she knew, and helpless as a blind,
newbom rabbit. His slender limbs trembled from exposure and
unknown fear, and after a moment Alix lay him down in the
street and stripped out of her supple Jerkin and belt. The leather
was not much, but she realized some wrapping was better than
none. Carefully she lifted the child and folded the jerkin around
his body. snugging the belt over it toSwaddle him as warmly as
possible. Chill nipped through the loose weave of her improvised
shut, but she ignored it as she lifted the baby and walked on.

At last Alix turned a corner and saw before her the red stones
of Homana-Mujhar. The walls rose mutely in the moonlight,
throwing dark shadows into surrounding streets. And she saw
the Solindish and Atvian guards surrounding the place, posted at
every gate. She wondered if Tynstar had yet broken through
Shaine's wards, taking the palace for Bellam.

Alix drew back in the sheltering shadows, suddenly at a loss
for what to do. She had anticipated finding Duncan no matter
how impossible the task seemed, even in the cul-de-sacs and
strange turnings. Now she stared worriedly at the bronze-and-
timber gates and feared she had acted wrongly.

Where are they? she asked fearfully. Where are the Cheysuli?

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The child whimpered in her arms. Alix shifted him closer to
her chest and placed gentle lips against his forehead, silently
promising him safety. But she also feared for her own.

She glanced back the way she had come and stiffened. Through
the narrow street walked a cloaked figure, moving with familiar
grace. The hood was drawn up again to hide me man's features,
but she knew him by his movements.-Alix pressed back against
the wall.

Then a second figure slid out from the shadows, just behind
me cloaked Ihlini. Alix watched in painful silence as the second
man moved into the moonlighted street, then caught her breath in
a gasp as muted light glinted off gold /(/--bands.

"Ihlini!" the Cheysuli whispered.

The cloaked figure spun and froze. Alix saw him push his
hands out sideways, away from his body, as if to indicate his
innocent intent. The Cheysuli moved closer and a shaft of moon-
light slanted clearly across his face.

' 'Duncan!'' she whispered in horror, clutching at the child.

The Ihlini's voice, quiet but pitched to carry, came clearly to
her. "We should not fight, you and I. The Cheysuli and flilini
are much alike. You have your gifts, I mine. We could use them
in concert."

She heard Duncan's soft laugh. "There is no likeness between
us, sorcerer, save equal determination to serve our own gods."

The Ihlini lowered his hands, then pulled his cloak off and
dropped it to the cobbles. "Then I will serve my gods,
shapechanger, by ridding this land of one more Cheysuli."

The fight was sudden and vicious. Alix gasped as Duncan
closed widi the Ihlini, movements half-hidden. She saw only the
glint of knives and heard their grunts of effort as each sought to
slay the other.

"By the gods," she whispered to herself, horrified, "it is
much worse than I thought. Much worse!"

The child whimpered again and she hugged him closer, seek-
ing her own strength in his need for security. But her mind was
with Duncan.

She saw the Ihlini stumble back. A metallic glint flashed from
his left shoulder and she saw the hilt of a Cheysuli knife stand
out from his dark leathers. Duncan, crouched in readiness,
straightened. Alix felt overwhelming relief flood her body, then
realized how much she had longed for me sorcerer's death. The
emotion shocked and sickened her.

The Ihlini did not fall. His back turned to her and she saw his
right arm move to pull me knife from his shoulder. Duncan,
hands empty, waited warily.

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Die, Ihlini ... she whispered silently, hating herself for
desiring another's death. Die!

The sorcerer went to one knee. She saw Duncan clearly in the
moonlight, feet spread to brace himself against his enemy. Dark-
ness slid down one arm, dulling his /t'r-band, and she realized the
Dilini's knife had found at least part of its target. She bit her lip
and fought back the instinct to run to him.

A rattle behind Duncan spun him around. He was unarmed,
vulnerable to a second attack, but something in his stance told
her he was prepared. Then she saw the Solindish soldier move
into the moonlight, sword bared.

Cai! Alix cried. Cai—do something!

The pattern was faint. At last Cai answered her. Liren, I
cannot. It is an Ihlini he faces . . . the lir do not interfere. It is
part of the gods' law.

The Solindish soldier made no move against Duncan. He
stood braced, ready to fight, yet did not step in against his
shapechanger enemy. Alix saw the Ihlini come out of his crouch
and realized the Solindish man acted only as a decoy.

Her cry of warning was lost in the Solindish soldier's shout.
Alix spun and set the baby down in the darkness near a wall,
dragging the knife from her boot. Then she pushed herself free
of the wall and ran toward the Ihlini.

She saw Duncan stiffen spasmodically as the sorcerer snaked a
gleaming wire around his throat. Both hands flew to the wire and
clawed at it, seeking to rip it away. Bnt the Ihlini stood unmoving.
slowly tautening the thin garrote until blood broke from Duncan's
throat.

"No!" Alix shrieked.

The Solindish soldier stared past the Ihlini and his prisoner in
alarm. His sword shifted, rising, and she realized he would move
to stop her.

But she could not hesitate. Her fear had been replaced by the
overwhelming need to strike down the Dilini who threatened
Duncan. Her veneer of civilization and gentle ways was stripped
from her easily, leaving her naked before all men, and she knew
herself as capable of slaying a man as any warrior.

Duncan's knees buckled. The Ihlini stood firm, bending slightly
as he tautened the garrote even further. Alix was oddly aware of
the flash of the Solindish sword as she stumbled to a halt behind
the sorcerer. But it did not matter. She lifted the knife, clutching
it in both hands, and brought it down with all her strength.

The shock ran through her arms as she drove the knife through
leathers and into the flesh of the Ihlini. She felt him stiffen
spasmodically, crying out. One gloved hand clawed briefly at his

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back, fingers stretching and scraping, then it dropped daddy at
his side. The sorcerer sagged over Duncan and fell into the
street.

Alix heard the soldier swear a violent oath, unable to decipher
his words. She saw the malevolent gleam in his eyes as he lifted
the sword over one shoulder, preparing to unleash the killing
stroke. Somehow, she was unafraid.

"By the gods!" cried a clear voice, "you will not!"

Dimly she heard the clatter of hoof on stone and saw the horse
rearing behind the soldier. Before the Solindish man could turn,
a flashing sword swung through the air in a swift arc and severed
head from shoulders.

Alix staggered back, gagging, as blood sprayed from the
falling trunk. It splattered over her face and clothing, staining
her hands as she raised them to cover her eyes. Then she peered
through her fingers into the blazing blue eyes of the prince of
Homana.

Instantly she forgot Carillon. She stumbled forward, reaching
frenziedly toward the sprawled bodies. Blood ran through the
cobbles, muddying the ash and dust, but she ignored it all as she
clawed at the Bilini's still form.

Alix tugged ineffectually at the heavy body until Carillon
flung himself from his horse and helped her, dragging the slain
sorcerer free of Duncan.

"No!" she cried, falling to her knees. "No!"

The wire, she saw, had fallen partially free of Duncan's
throat. It had bitten deeply but had not yet sliced into the
vulnerable windpipe. Carefully she pulled the wire away and
threw it into the street, moaning as she saw the livid discoloring
as blood stained his neck.

"He is alive, Alix," Carillon said, kneeling over the warrior.
"Alive."

She put gentle fingers to his bloodied throat, feeling the erratic
pulse-beat. Carefully she cradled his head in her lap, fighting
back the rush of bile into her throat as she realized how close he
had come to death.

Duncan's hand twitched and moved instinctively to the empty
sheath at his belt. Carillon reached out and stopped the searching
hand.

"No," he said clearly. "We are not your enemy."

"Duncan!" she cried. "Duncan . . ."

His eyes opened and blinked. For a moment he said nothing,
lying limply against her lap, men bolted upright into a sitting
position. Carillon moved back, squatting, and Alix hastily wiped

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tears off her cheeks. Duncan, in all his Cheysuli pride, would
not want to see her cry.

Duncan looked silently at the body of the Solindish soldier.
Then his eyes traveled to me felled Ihiini, lying so close. After a
moment he put bloodstained fingers to his throat.

He looked directly at Carillon. "Tell me I did not hear her,"
he rasped. "Tell me I somehow imagined she was here."

Carillon began to smile. His eyes slid past Duncan to Alix,
and his smile became a grin. Then he shook his head.

"I will not tie to you, shapechanger. You have only to look."

Duncan winced and turned his head. Alix swallowed welling
tears away as she saw the sliced welt rising on his throat, still
weeping blood. But Duncan ignored it as he looked at her in
dismay.

"Alix ..."

She bit her lip in response to the ragged sound of his voice.
Then she shrugged her shoulders uncomfortably.

"I am sorry, Duncan, that you are burdened with such a
disobedient woman. I am not at all the proper sort for a clan
leader's cheysula."

She saw his eyes travel over her blood-smeared face to the
dark stains on her ragged shirt. One hand reached out and
touched her arm, tracing the sticky flesh. Then he drew up his
legs into a cross-legged position and sat there. Silent.

"Duncan—" she began tentatively, then broke off as she
recalled the infant. She jumped to her feet and ran, ignoring
Carillon's startled question.

Alix knelt by the jerkin-wrapped child and smiled, gathering it
up carefully. "There is someone you should meet, small one,"
she whispered. "Someone very special."

She half-rose, cradling the child against her chest. Then some-
thing stopped her, cutting through her happiness like a scythe.

The child was cold, too cold. He made no sound as her hand
gently touched his face. Carefully Alix knelt back on me cobbles
and fought down the sudden painful fear as she slid a hand
beneath the jerkin and felt his body-
Horror came slowly. Then the pain. "No!" she cried. "Not
the child!"

He lay unmoving, unbreathing. Alix shuddered over him,
rubbing hands against his cold flesh as if her warmth would
bring him back to life. She Tieard footsteps behind her and the
clank of a sword sliding home in its sheath.

"Alix," said Duncan's hoarse voice.

She shook her head violently in denial, still rubbing the child's
cold flesh.

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Duncan's hand was on her shoulder, pulling her away gently.
"There is nothing to be done, cheysula."

She jerked away and knelt over the child. "He is mine. Mine!
I will not let him die."

Duncan pulled her away. Dimly she saw Carillon kneel by the
infant and touch a hand to its chest. Then he glanced up at
Duncan and shook his head.

"He is mine," she repeated.

"No," Duncan said hoarsely. He put his hand against her
stomach. "Here is our child."

She stared into his face. "I only put him down for a moment.
You needed my help. The Ihiini would have slain you. So I put
him down to go to you." Her eyes closed. "Why did the gods
make me choose between you?"

Duncan sighed. "Do not torture yourself like this, Alix. It
does no good."

"It was only a child!"

"I know, small one. But he was more fortunate than most. He
did not know what he faced, before it claimed him." Something
crept through his eyes and she saw the vestiges of remembered
horror. "He did not know what it was to look into the eyes of
death so close."

Alix shivered and pressed herself against him. "Duncan, I
could not bear to lose you. I could not bear it."

"Well, you have made certain I will live a little longer." He
smiled crookedly at her and traced me bloodstains on her nose.
"I have taken myself a warrior instead of a woman."

Carillon's boots scraped against the cobbles. Alix looked at
him and saw the weariness and determination in his face.

He gestured toward the red walls rising in the near distance-
"Homana-Mujhar, my friends. It waits for us."

Duncan nodded. Alix slipped from his arms, cast one more
longing glance at the jerkin-wrapped bundle in the comer, then
turned from it resolutely.

But the pain remained.

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Chapter Three

They found shelter in the shadows of the high walls, avoiding
the Solindish soldiers who gathered in the torchlight spilling
from sconces set into the red brick. Cai perched himself in a
nearby tree, for the proximity of Ihiini kept him from conversing
with Duncan, and even Alix felt the weakness in her mind. She
did not wish to expend energy she might need later, so she kept
herself from conversing with the hawk.

Duncan leaned one shoulder against the cool walls and looked
at Carillon- "We need a way in, my lord. As normal men. I
have no recourse to fir-shape here."

Carillon's hand idly caressed the hilt of his massive sword.
"There is a way. I played here as a child, and I knew all the
secrets of this place. I am only glad me Solindish do not."

"Alone?" Alix whispered.

Duncan shook his head and felt gently at his bruised throat.
"If you can, Atix, summon the lir. They will bring the warriors."

Apprehension flared in her. "But you said I should not use
what power I have. Because of the child—"

"We have no choice. If we are to succeed, we must get to
- Shame." His hand engulfed and pressed her shoulder. "Cheysula,
I would not ask it otherwise."

She nodded and leaned back against the wall, detaching her-
self from immediate awareness. She no longer felt Duncan's
hand on her, or heard Carillon's startled question. She was aware
only of the heaviness in the air and the great effort it took to
reach the lir.

At last she felt Storr's familiar pattern questioning her. Alix
smiled weakly and told him to bring his lir, and the others. His
aquiescence came just as her strength failed her.

Alix sagged limply against the wall and felt Duncan catch her.
He swore something in the Old Tongue that broke halfway
through his exclamation and set her upright, pressing her against
the wall. She heard Carillon's sharp question, but Duncan made
no answer. At last she dragged her eyes open and looked into
their faces, seeing their mutual fear.

Alix managed a faint smile. "They come. The lir. and their
warriors."

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"I am sorry . . ." Duncan rasped uneasily.

She shook her head. "It—it was only that they are so far. I
will be well enough in a moment."

Carillon flicked a dark glance at Duncan. "/ would not use her
so, shapechanger."

Duncan's face hardened. "It is for your sake I asked it,
princeling."

Alix put a hand up and pushed herself away from the wall,
straightening her tired shoulders. "Enough of this. If you wish
Homana reconciled with her Cheysuli forebears, you will have to
begin with yourselves." She glared at them. "Yourselves!"

Carillon looked guilty. Duncan, mouth twisting in Finn's ironic
manner, nodded to himself.

Alix sighed and rubbed wearily at an eye. "I think they come.
Here is Storr."

The silver wolf came out of the shadows silently, feral eyes
gleaming in the darkness. With him came Finn, who had a wide
smear of blood across his jerkin and a victorious glint in his eye.

"You wanted me, mei jhaT'

"Duncan wanted you. And the others."

Finn glanced at his brother, then frowned. He stepped close
and examined the bloody slice in Duncan's throat. After a mo-
ment he stepped back and raised his brows.

"Did you tangle, somehow, with an Atvian bowstring instead
of an arrow?"

Duncan smiled. "An Ihlini garrote, rujho."

Finn gmnted. "They are ever troublesome. We should teach
the Ihlini something, someday." His eyes belied the irony in his
tone. "Rujho . . . you are not badly hurt?"

Duncan shrugged. "I am well enough. Growing voiceless,
perhaps, but you may prefer me that way."

Finn's teeth flashed. "Aye, rujho, I believe I may."

The others had gathered. Alix saw not a single warrior was
missing. She wondered, in remembered horror, how many men
lay dead at shapechanger hands.

"We will go in," Duncan said in his broken voice. "We will
go in and give what aid we can to Shaine the Mujhar."

"How?" demanded Finn. "We cannot seek far-shape so close
to the Ihlini. And we can hardly scale me walls without being
seen."

Duncan gestured to Carillon. ' "The prince has said he can get
us in."

Finn's face expressed doubt. No one else moved, but Alix
sensed their unspoken disbelief. Then Carillon shifted against the
wall and stood upright.

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"You have little enough reason to trust me. It would be a
simple matter for me to let you in and lead you into a trap of the
Mujhar's making.*' He smiled grimly. "While I have not pre-
cisely been your enemy, neither have I been your ally."

"I think we are in agreement for the first time, princeling,"
Finn said in careful condescension.

Carillon, to Alix's surprise, appeared unoffended. He smiled
calmly at Finn. "You need my aid, shapechanger. Mine."

Finn grunted. "I need nothing of yours."

Carillon turned to Duncan. "I will get m, and then I will open
one of the smaller gates. I leave it to you to rid yourselves of the
Solindish guards." He gestured toward the darkness. "It is but a
short distance that way. I will meet you,"

He faded into the shadows. Finn spat out a curse between his
teeth and looked as if he had swallowed something sour.

Duncan observed him impassively. "1 trust him, Finn. He will
do as he says."

"He is Homanan."

"They are not our enemy."

Finn's eyes narrowed. "Then what of the qu'mahlinT1

"It was begun by a single man, not by a nation. It can also be
ended by a single man." Duncan sighed and felt at his tender
throat. "Shaine began it. Carillon, I think, is the man who will
end it."

"Do not speak so much," Alix admonished him, then shot
Finn a scathing glance. "Carillon expects us, rujholli. Should
we not go where he said?"

He grinned at her and gestured with a flourish in the direction
Carillon had indicated. When she did not move he shook his
head reprovingly and went into the darkness. The others followed.

Alix turned away as the Cheysuli slew the Solindish guards-
Her flesh crawled as she remembered the sensations in her when
she had plunged her knife into the Ihlini's back. She would have
run from the renewed violence had Duncan not kept her by him.

As the last man died, the narrow gate swung open. Carillon
stepped through. His leather-and-mail dripped with water, pooling
at his feet. His hair was plastered darkly against his head, but his
smile was subtly triumphant as he gestured.

"There is a culvert few know about. Now, through here, if
you please. And you are well come to Homana-Mujhar."

He led them into a small bailey, avoiding the larger one which
opened onto the front of me massive palace. He paused as
Duncan whispered to him, and waited as the clan-leader turned
to his warriors.

"It would be better to go in separately, should the Mujhar

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send men against us. Slay only if you must, for these men are
not truly our enemies. When you can, make your way to the
Great Hall." He smiled at Carillon's involuntary start of suiprise.
"Have you forgot, my lord, mat Hale was my foster-father? I
was here as a small child. I know this place." He looked up at
the dark bulk of stone. "A long time ago, I walked the halls and
corridors with impunity. Shaine once called me by name and bade
me serve him as well as Hale did." His mouth tightened. "A very
long time ago."

Finn stepped between them. "But I was never here, princeling.
I was left at the Keep. You may serve as my guide."

Carillon turned away and moved toward the palace. The others
melted away. Alix walked at Duncan's side as they followed
Carillon and Finn into the castle.

They went unaccosted, though the servants and guardsmen
within the halls grew red-faced or frightened as they saw me
Cheysuli. Only Carillon's presence kept the guardsmen from
moving against them, and Alix saw that Finn marked it. She
wondered if it made a difference to him.

At last they reached me hammered silver doors of me audience
chamber she recalled so clearly. She felt a shiver of remembered
apprehension mn down her spine. Shaine had frightened her that
day, before he made her angry. Then she smiled as she called to
mind the Mujhar's terror as Cai swept into the hall-

"Boirowed glory," Finn muttered. "Borrowed."

Alix glanced at him. "What do you say? This place is
magnificent!"

"This place is Cheysuli," he retorted. After a moment his
voice softened as he glanced around. "Cheysuli."

Carillon thrust open me unattended doors. Alix would have
gone through immediately but Duncan held her back. She looked
at him in puzzlement, then saw his gesture toward Carillon.
Understanding, she stepped back.

The prince entered me long hall slowly. He left a trail of water
behind. For a moment Alix saw a vision of the tall prince forcing
his way through the narrow culvert, and smiled. Then she went
in with Duncan.

Shaine sat upon the throne, hands clasping me curving lion
paws. His eyes stared broodingly into the massive firepit. It had
died to coals and the hall was chilly. The Mujhar seemed to
notice no one as they approached the dais.

Duncan paused at the firepit, allowing Carillon to continue on
alone. Alix waited also. as did Finn. They watched as Carillon
paced the length of the firepit and halted before the dais.

"You, my lord Mujhar, have been a fool," he said coldly.

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Shaine looked at Carillon. Slowly he rose to his feet, taller
man his heir only by virtue of the dais, staring at him in
amazement.

"Carillon . . ." he whispered.

"A fool," Carillon repeated.

But Shaine was not undone by Carillon's unexpected presence.
He was a king before all else, and could still command a
powerful presence when he chose.

"You will not speak to me until you find the proper words of
respect to your liege lord."

The prince laughed openly. "Respect. You have earned none
of mine, uncle."

Shaine's gray eyes glared. His voice dropped to the ominous
tone Alix recalled so clearly.

"I will excuse your poor manners this once. Doubtless you
grieve for your father, and you appear to have been poorly
treated at Keough's hands. But I will not hear such words from
you again."

Carillon smiled grimly. "My father is fortunate in his death,
uncle. He does not face the knowledge that die Mujhar has failed
Homana. / have to deal with that . . . and so must you."

"You call me a fool!" Shaine roared. "What do you know of
the things I have had to order these past months? What do you
know of the harsh decisions I have had to make?"

"Safe within your walls!" Carillon shouted back. "/ have
been ita me field with thousands of Homanan soldiers—some of
them boys! What do you know of that, my lord Mujhar? You
make the commands—we carry them out. And we are the ones
who die beneath Bellam and Keough's hordes, uncle—notyout"

Shaine's face congested. "You would have me die, men, my
lord heir? So you may do better in my place? Is that what you
seek?"

Carillon was rigid. "I want Homana safe again, my lord
Mujhar. And you alive to see it."

Before Shaine could reply a quiet voice echoed down the hall.
"And / want you alive as well, Shaine the Mujhar. Else I cannot
have the pleasure of taking your life.''

Alix stiffened as Finn threw the words down the hall, moving
to approach the Mujhar. Storr padded at his side silently. She
sensed me wolf's loyalty to Finn more strongly than ever before.
She nearly went after them both, suddenly frightened, but Dun-
can kept her back.

"It is for him to do," he said softly. "It is his tahlmorra."

"He will slay him!"

"Perhaps. Be silent, Alix. This is for Finn to do."

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She clenched her teeth and turned back, hating the calm
acceptance in Duncan's broken voice. Like him, she could only
watch.

Finn stopped before the dais. He waited,

Shaine stared at him. Color drained from his face until only a
death mask remained. His lips were bluish; hands shaking. An
inarticulate sound burst from his throat. Then he swallowed
visibly and forced a single word between his lips.

"ffaie."

Finn laughed. "No. His son."

"Hale is ... slain . . ."

"By your order."

"He had to die . . . had to . . ." Shaine stiffened before Finn
and brushed a trembling hand across his staring eyes. "He had to
die."

"WAy?"

Shaine blinked. "He took her away. Lindir, My daughter."
He swallowed. "Took her from me."

"She chose to go. You drove her away, my lord Mujhar.
You. Lindir left Homana-Mujhar of her own will, because she
desired it. Because she desired a Cheysuli!"

"No!"

"Aye, my lord!"

Carillon stepped toward the Cheysuli. "Finn—"

"Silence yourself, princeling!" Finn snapped. "This is a
thing between men."

"Finn!"

"Go, princeling. You have served your purpose- You have
delivered the Mujhar to me, as I have long desired." Finn glared
at him. "Go."

Alix started forward but Duncan's hand inexorably drew her
back.

Carillon turned again to his uncle. "This is your doing! Once
the Cheysuli served Homanan kings more faithfully man any—
now they seek only to destroy the man who ordered the qu'mohlin.
Is this what you wanted?"

Shaine's face was deathly white. His breath came hoarse and
loud. "Hale ... it is Hale . . ."

"No!" Carillon shouted.

The Mujhar's face cleared and sense crept back into his blank
eyes. He looked upon Finn a long moment, then reached out to
point at the Cheysuli.

"I will not suffer a shapechanger in my presence. In my
realm- I have ordered your race destroyed and I will have it
done. / will have it done!"

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I
-

The roar swept through the hall. Finn met it with a smile. "He
was your sworn man, Shaine me Mujhar. A Cheysuli blood-
oath- He fought for you, slew for you, loved you as his liege
lord. And you had him slain like some crazed beast."

"Finn," Duncan said at last.

Shaine's eyes sharpened as he looked past Finn and Carillon.
His chest heaved.

"No." He choked. "Not the Cheysuli . . ."

Carillon glanced at him. "My lord?"

The Mujhar's breath was uneven, "I—will—not—have—
Cheysuli—here ..."

"It seems you have little choice, uncle."

"I will not have it!" Shaine moved to the throne and drew a
scarlet silk bag from its cushioned seat. He turned back to them
with an expression of gloating triumph in his eyes. Slowly he
poured glowing blue cubes into me palm of one hand.

Carillon stared. "The wards—?"

"Hale*s, given to me forty years ago . . . should I ever face
harsh odds. There are no more in all of Homana." Shaine
swallowed as heavy color rushed into his face. "They have kept
the Ihlini from Homana-Mujhar. It is the only thing. And I will
willingly destroy them if only to destroy the Cheysuli!"

Surprising them all with his swiftness, the Mujhar moved
agilely to the coals of the firepit. Carillon said something
incoherently and leaped for him, grabbing for me outstretched
hand clutching the blue cubes.-Finn drew his knife and
advanced.

But the Mujhar was too quick.

Blue flames roared up as the wards burned. Eerie illumination
crept across Shaine's tortured features. He stood stiffly before
his nephew and Finn.

"I declared qu'mahlin on the Cheysuli twenty-five years ago,"
he rasped. "It has not ended!"

Alix gasped. She saw Shaine look past Finn, and as his eyes
fell on her face she saw loathing enter them.

"Shapechanger . . ." he hissed. "Shapechanger1." He drew a
gasping breath and pointed at her. "My daughter gave her life in
exchange for a halfling witch!''

Alix stared at him in shock and mute pain, stunned by the
virulence of his hatred. Then Finn said something in the Old
Tongue and lifted his knife to strike-
Carillon leaped, grabbing the raised arm. Finn spun to dis-
lodge him but a garbled sound broke from the Mujhar's throat
and stopped them both.

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Shaine fell slowly forward to his knees. His eyes remained
locked on Alix, but his face was no longer that of a sane man. It
twitched, discolored, and he pitched loosely onto the stones.

Alix was frozen in horror. She saw Finn standing over the
Mujhar, still clasping his knife.

Silence reigned. No one moved, as if made immobile by the
sudden collapse of Shaine. Then Finn turned a strangely impas-
sive face to Carillon.

"Is he slain, princeling? Is the Mujhar dead at last?"

Carillon knelt by Shaine's side. Carefully he turned the body
over and they all saw the twisted travesty of a face. Alix gulped
back a sour taste in her throat.

After a moment Carillon lowered the body and rose, facing
Finn bitteriy. "You have accomplished your goal, shapechanger,"
he said flatly. "The Mujhar is slain."

Alix began to tremble. She saw an expression in Finn's face
that frightened her. It was a mixture of conflicting emotions:

pleasure, relief, satisfaction and something very strange. It turned
her cold.

For a long moment Finn looked down upon the body stretched
by the firepit. Then he turned and stared at the throne a very long
time. Finally he looked back at Carillon and stretched out a
restraining hand as me prince moved away.

"No," he said.

Carillon frowned at him. "I go only to tell the guardsmen
their lord is slain."

"The old lord is slain," Finn said cleariy.

"Because of you!" the prince snapped.

Finn looked down at me knife in his hand as if surprised to see
it. For a moment he seemed bewildered. Then he glanced back at
Duncan.

Alix felt the intensity of their locked gazes and looked from
one to the other, shaken- But she did not interfere.

Finn smiled. Something in his face had surrendered. When he
looked again at Carillon he seemed resigned. Swiftly he flipped
the knife in his hand and slid the point beneath the underflesh of
his forearm. Alix winced as blood welled quickly around the
blade, staining it.

"Is this expiation for a dead Mujhar?" Carillon asked harshly.

Finn did not answer. He dropped to one knee, head bowed.
"It is Cheysuli custom, my lord, that me Mujhar is ever attended
by a liege man." A deep breath lifted his shoulders briefly.
"Fifty years ago Hale of the Cheysuli swore a blood-oath to take
Shaine the Mujhar as his liege lord until death." His eyes moved
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have it ... if you will accept it, my lord Carillon ... I offer
you the same service."

Carillon, staring at me kneeling warrior in absolute astonishment,
slowly opened his mouth.

"I?"

"You are the Mujhar. The Mujhar must have a Cheysuli liege
man." Finn smiled without his customary irony. "It is tradition,
my lord.**

"Cheysuli tradition."

Finn remained unmoving. "Will you accept my service?"

Carillon threw out both hands, flinging water across the dais.
"By the gods, Finn, we have never met without railing at one
another like jackdaws!''

Finn's mouth twisted. "It is unsettling for a Cheysuli to
recognize his own tahlmorra when he wants no part of h. What
else would you expect me to do?" He waited, then sighed. "Do
you accept me, or do you refuse me the sort of honor my jehan
ever respected?"

Carillon stared down at him. "Well ... I cannot have you
bleeding all over the floor. Although once I said I would see the
color of your blood."

Finn nodded. "If you see much more, I will have nothing left
to spare in your service."

Carillon smiled and held out his hand. The hilt was placed in
it, and he accepted the knife without comment. Then he drew his
own, slid Finn's blade home in his sheath, and gave the Cheysuli
his own untarnished knife.

"A blood-oath is binding," he said quietly. "Even / know
mat."

Finn rose, shrugging. "It is only binding until it is broken, my
lord. But that has only been done once before." He smiled
crookedly. "And you have seen the result."

Carillon nodded silently. Then he moved past Finn as one
dazed and walked to me huge silver doors. There he paused and
looked briefly at Alix, then to Duncan.

"Have you known he would do this? Him?"

Alix, who wanted to ask mat question for herself, waited
expectantly.

Duncan grinned. "Finn does as he chooses. I cannot explain
the madness that comes on him at times."

Carillon shook his head and glanced back at the Cheysuli
warrior who stood silently with his wolf.

Alix, also staring at Finn, felt a strange bubble of laughter
burst in her soul. She grinned at Carillon.

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"I think you have your revenge, my lord. How better to
overcome a Cheysuli than to appeal to his eternal tahhrwrraT'

Carillon grinned back. Then he lost it as he heard the first
shouts from without the Great Hall. His face turned harsh.

"The Ihlini," he said. "My uncle has destroyed the wards."

"Then it is time we left this place, my lord Mujhar," Duncan
said quietly.

Carillon glanced back at Shaine's body. Then he turned on his
heel and departed the Great Hall.

Chapter Four

Almost instantly they were surrounded by Solindish and Atvian
troops who shouted triumphantly as they made their way past
slain Homanan servitors and guardsmen to begin their destruc-
tion of the fallen palace.

Alix bit her bottom lip as Duncan thrust her against a wall that
blocked an Atvian soldier's cursing attack. She slid back against
the wall in horror, seeing only the blood-lust in his eyes and the
sudden savagery in Duncan's.

Carillon's sword clanged against another as a Solindish man
sought to bring him down. The prince fought well, though badly
outweighed and oulreached. He fell to one knee, gasping as he
tried to bring up his broadsword, but Finn was there before him.
Alix saw the royal knife, that now belonged to a Cheysuli sink
home in a Solindish throat, and bit back an outcry as the man fell
at Carillon's feet.

The prince pushed himself upright and turned, staring fixedly
at Finn. "Is this what it is to have a liege man?"

Finn, retrieving his new knife, grinned- "I am newly-come to
me service, my lord, but I know it is my task to keep you
alive." He paused significantly. "When you foolishly engage
someone stronger man you."

Carillon scowled at him, but Alix saw gratitude and dawning
realization in his blue eyes. She nearly smiled to herself, pleased
beyond measure that they could be in accordance after so much
discord, but Duncan grabbed her arm and dragged her down me
corridor.

"Shaine has done his work well," he said roughly. "We have
little time to win free of this place."

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"Win^ree/" Carillon called breathlessly from behind. "This
place is Homanan! I will not have it fall into enemy hands."

Duncan turned to say something more, saw the approaching
enemy soldiers and shouted something to Finn. The younger
Cheysuli turned back, shoulder-to-shoulder with the prince, and
beat back four soldiers. Duncan grabbed Alix's shoulder and
shoved her through a tapestried doorway.

She stumbled into a small ceremonial chamber, protesting
inarticulately at Duncan's roughness. He remained at the doorway,
holding the tapestry aside as he peered out to search for the
enemy. Alix turned from him and surveyed the chamber.

It was deserted but oddly comforting, like the eye of a bad
storm. Braziers warmed the room against the chill of mortared
stone, and fine rugs and arrases bedecked the floors and walls.

She fingered the back of an ornate wooden chair and won-
dered at its fineness. Then she heard Duncan expel a sudden
breath and whipped around, crying out as the Atvian plunged
through the door tapestry with an iron spear.

The flanged head slid easily into the back of the chair and
shattered it, spraying her with splinters. She stared speechlessly
at the bearded Atvian who clawed at his belt-knife.

Duncan lunged for the man. "Alix! Find a place to hide
yourself—I cannot spare the time to watch out for you!"

She retreated instantly, staring as Duncan engaged the man.
Finally she wrenched her eyes away and sought a place.

An indigo curtain shrouding a huge casement billowed and she
ran for the wide bench of stone sill. Alix climbed up and pressed
her back against the cold stone, dragging the velvet around her
body. But she left gap enough to watch.

Duncan slew the Atvian soldier and stood over the body,
gasping as he tried to recover breath through his torn throat.

"And who prophesied your death, shapechanger?" asked
Keough from the door.

Duncan straightened instantly, meeting the Atvian's satisfied,
expectant eyes. The Cheysuli stood spraddle-legged over the
dead soldier as Keough advanced into the room through the only
door. Behind him stood his son, blocking the exit.

"Where is your vaunted bow, shapechanger?" Keough
challenged. "Where is your animal?"

Duncan said nothing as he stepped around the body and settled
into a readied position.

Keough laughed. "Before you had your bow. Now you bear
only a knife, and I a sword."

Duncan watched the gleaming blade dance before his eyes.
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his bulk. Thome, smirking in the door, folded his arms and
watched his father drive the Cheysuli across the hall until his
back pressed against a colorful tapestry.

Keough smiled in his red beard, sword tip drifting to touch
Duncan's neck gently. "It seems someone has already tried to
take your head, shapechanger. Shall I finish it for him?"

The sword flashed to the side lightly and Duncan brought up
his knife, flipping it to throw.

Keough slapped it from his hand with a frighteningly smooth
motion. The sword tip moved again to the bruising on Duncan's
throat. A trickle of fresh blood welled in the ugly wire cut.

"Here, shapechanger? Do I strike heref"

Thome cried out as the ruddy wolf flashed from the casement,
ripping through the velvet arras. Duncan's yellow eyes widened
in unfeigned surprise and Keough, warned by it, whipped me
sword around.

He met the snarling jaws of a wolf-bitch, compact body
hurling itself against me Atvian's huge chest. Off-balance, Keough
went down at Duncan's feet. A terrified cry broke from his
wailing throat.

Thome rushed the length of the hall, sword drawn and raised
to strike the wolf from his father's body. Duncan bent swiftly
and grasped his knife, thrusting himself forward to block Thome's
furious charge.

Keough's son went down with a cry of pain, clutching at the
knife buried in his chest. Duncan straightened and turned, mov-
ing unsteadily to the wolf-bitch.

The animal stood across the unmoving lord of Atvia, feral
eyes blazing with silent rage. Slowly knowledge crept into them
as she saw Duncan staring wordlessly at her, face drawn.

"He is slain," he said hoarsely.

Keough, face congested, bore no wound. But the man lay
dead within Homana-Mujhar.

"Cheysula," Duncan whispered.

The wotf-bitch blurred before his eyes and Alix moved to him,
arms crossed slackly across her stomach as if to protect me child.

"He would have slain you."

"Aye, Alix."

She blinked empty eyes. "I know you said I should not
shapechange, cheysul, but you would have died. I think 1 would
be like a lirless man if you died, and lose my very soul."

"It was done out of fear and a wolfs fierce protectiveness for
its mate. I could not have asked for or expected different, child
or no."

"Then you are not angry with me?"

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He put out his arms and took her to him, cradling her head
against his shoulder. "I am not angry, small one."

"Duncan ... we are losing Homana-Mujhar."

"Aye. Carillon will have to wait a while longer before he can
assume the Mujhar's throne. We must gather ourselves and go
before Bellam finishes the qu'mahlin Shaine began."

Thome, at Atix's feet, groaned. She shuddered and whipped
her head around to look, hand to her mouth. Duncan took her
away from the young Atvian, heading toward the door.

"Duncan—he is still alive!"

"He will have to remain that way. We can spare no more
time, Alix. Come."

Getting out of Homana-Mujhar safely proved more difficult
than getting in. Twice Duncan had to fend off Solindish soldiers
and Alix shrieked once as ^ wounded Atvian rose from the floor-
A thrown knife bearing Carillon's royal crest quivered in the
man's back and she looked up to meet Finn's eyes across the
corridor.

"So, meijha, you still trail after my rujho."

Alix, faced with Finn's obvious exhaustion and blood-smeared
features, laughed at him, "Aye, I still do. And ever will."

Finn smiled at her and retrieved the knife that was now his,
shooting his brother a searching look. Duncan gestured for him
to follow and they moved down the corridor silently.

"The prince?" Duncan asked hoarsely.

**I left him in Shame's own chambers, effectively dispatching
two Atvians. Our princeling has learned how to kill. He did not
need my help."

"Are you ready to go from this place?"

Finn laughed shortly. "Though I hate leaving such work
unfinished, I am more than ready. All we do here is die." He
sighed. "We will take Homana-Mujhar another time."

"Carillon might not wish to go."

"He will when I have told him. He may be my liege lord, but
I have more sense."

"Do you?" Alix demanded, grasping Duncan's belt as they
moved.

"Aye, mei jha, I do."

"Well, rujfw," Duncan said, "perhaps you have gained some
in the past months. You never had any before."

Finn, affronted, followed them as Storr moved closely at his
heels.

They found Carillon where Finn had said and convinced him
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with the idea, bat gave in when Duncan explained their chances.
Carillon sighed and pushed a forearm across his damp forehead.
His hair had dried into unruly curls.

"This way," he said and led them through winding corridors.

Twisting and turning in the bowels of the immense palace,
they followed the prince out of Homana-Mujhar, glad of a
respite. They found no Atvian or Solindish troops and it gave
them all a chance to breathe again.

Alix followed Carillon out of a recessed doorway into the
small bailey at the back of the palace- Behind her were Duncan
and Finn, murmuring to one another in the Old Tongue she had
not yet quite learned. Then she came to an abrupt stop as
Carillon halted before her, and stepped around him to question
their pause.

She came face-to-face with a cloaked figure very like the man
she had slain in the streets of Mujhara, and suddenly she was
very afraid.

A gloved hand slid the hood back, baring exquisitely fine
features and a sweetly beguiling smile. "Alix," he said softly.
"And my lord prince of Homana. I could not have hoped for
better fortune."

"Tynstar . . ." she whispered.

Duncan stepped beside her, keeping her between himself and
the prince. Finn stood at Carillon's right hand, making certain
the prince had room to use his sword. Storr, hackled and growling,
waited at Finn's right side.

Tynstar smiled. "A tableau. I have before me the three men
most responsible for attempting to ruin Bellam's bid to take
Homana." His black eyes flickered. "And the woman." He
moved closer soundlessly, staring into her face. "Alix, I said
you should remain insignificant. You have not heeded me."

She swallowed heavily and fought down the fear that threat-
ened to turn her knees to water. The man who had been so kind
and unassuming when first they met displayed his true colors to
her at last, and she understood the magnitude of his dedication to
his dark gods.

Tynstar smiled more broadly. "Shaine is dead. And Keough.
Even Prince Thome lies dying of a Cheysuli knife. You have
accounted for a large toll, this night." His voice dropped to a
whisper. "But it is for naught."

"Naught!" Carilton echoed.

"Aye. Bellam holds Homana-Mujhar. Homana is his."

"Yours," Alix said softly. "Homana is yours."

The Ihlini smiled sweetly.

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Carillon's hand settled on his sword hilt. Tynstar's eyes moved
from Alix to him.

"Were I you, my young Mujhar, I would leave Homana-
Mujhar instantly."

Carillon's hand twitched. "You tell me to go ..."

Tynstar affected a casual shrug. "You are nothing to me.
Bellam wants you for parading before his men, and to show the
Homanans your defeat, but / see no use in that. It only makes a
man determined to have retribution." A hand gestured smoothly.
"You have seen what such desires have done to the Cheysuli."

"The qu'mahlin is ended," Carillon snapped. "Ended. The
Cheysuli may come and go as they please, as before."

Alix felt the surge of joy in her chest, but did not move.
Before Tynstar, she could not.

The Ihlini gestured toward the small gate in the high walls.
"Go, my lord, else I change my mind."

Carillon drew his sword. Before he could complete the action
of lifting it against Tynstar he was rudely halted. He uttered a
single choked-off cry and the Cheysuli blade clanged to the
stones from nerveless ringers. Carillon, collapsing like a drunken
man, fell forward to his hands and knees in front of the sorcerer.
His head bowed as if in submission.

Alix gasped and moved forward- Duncan caught her arm and
pulled her back.

"Wait. . ," he breathed.

Tynstar's eyes were expressionless as he looked on Carillon's
taut shoulders.

"I hold your life. Shame's heir. 1 could crush your heart in my
very hand, yet never touch you. I could steal the very breath
from your lungs in an instant. I could make you blind, deaf and
dumb with no more wits than a mewling infant." His teeth
gleamed in a terrifying smile. "But I will not."

Alix, angered by his words and that neither Duncan nor Finn
moved against the sorcerer, jerked free of Duncan and walked
toward Tynstar. She stopped at Carillon's side.

"If you take his life, you must also take mine. Do you think I
will stand by while you use your dark arts against my kinsman? I
am of this House also, Ihlini'"

Tynstar lifted a gloved hand as if in benediction. Another
shudder wracked Carillon's body and Alix sucked in a frightened
breath.

"I can harm none of you with my arts," Tynstar said calmly,
"and my strength is lessened within your presence. But there is
enough left to me. Carillon is solely within my care. Speak again,
Lindir's daughter, and see the result."

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"You cannot touch me, Ihlini," she whispered. "My own
magic is stronger than any other Cheysuli's. I have only to show
you my wolfs fangs, and you will die as Keough did, of fear
alone."

Tynstar's eyes narrowed. "It is true, then, that Lindir gifted
you with the Old Blood of this land." He smiled and shrugged.
"Well, I can wait. Time is nothing to a man who is already three
centuries old."

He glanced regretfully at Carillon. Slowly the prince gathered
his strength and got shakily to his feet, lifting the sword loosely
as he rose. He stared in cold fury at Tynstar a moment, then
looked at Alix. His hand touched her arm.

"1 heard, cousin. And I give you my thanks,"

Tynstar stepped back from them smoothly. His beguiling smile
blanketed them all.

"Bellam will hold Homana-MuJhar, Carillon, and you will
have to fight him for it- But not this night.'*

He raised a hand, called purple flame hissing from the darkness,
and disappeared.

Epilogue

The darkness, illuminated only by eerie Qilini flames as purple
demon fire consumed the magnificence of Homana-Mujhar, was
oppressive. Yet somehow they garnered the surviving Cheysuli
warriors and left the palace, forsaking the Homanan city Bellam
of Solinde had won.

Carillon said very little on the long ride back to the Keep, so
many leagues into Ellas, but Alix knew he had not given himself
up to depression. Carillon, the boy-prince who had grown into a
king, planned.

When at last they reached the Keep and the warriors scattered
to their pavilions and women. Carillon solemnly accepted Duncan's
invitation to stay in the state-colored clan-leader's pavilion.
And it was there, six days later, he told them his decision.
Alix shook her head repeatedly. "You should stay here. Here."
He sat before the fire cairn in his scarred leathers and crusted
mail. His wrists, though nearly healed, displayed the deep wounds
left by Atvian iron.
Carillon's blue eyes were steady. "Bellam sends troops to find

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me- He is not a man who gives up easily. The Cheysuli have
suffered enough at Shaine's hands; I will not have them dying
because the Mujhar's heir shelters in their Keep."

"You are the Mujhar," Finn said quietly.

Alix glanced at him and saw the odd calmness she had come
to acknowledge in him. For all the confrontation within Homana-
Mujhar had changed Carillon, it had also worked its power on
Fmn-

Carillon gestured dismissively. "It is a title, Finn; no more.
And empty. Bellam—on the throne of Homana—claims it his."

"Homana knows it false," said Duncan in his husky voice.
Alix still winced when she heard it, fearing his normal tone
would never return; knowing Duncan, like Carillon, would carry
his scars for life.

"Homana is a defeated land," Carillon said quietly. "It is
folly to deny it. To survive, Homana must do Bellam's bidding
... for a time."

"And Tynstar's," Alix said softly, shivering.

Finn shrugged casually. "We need only wait, Carillon. You
will take back Homana-Mujhar."

The last surviving male member of the House of Homana
sighed heavily. "Not, I think, for a long while. Thome heals in
Atvia, swearing he will avenge his father's strange death." His
eyes flicked to Alix, who stared fixedly at the fire caim. "Tynstar
and his Ihlini buttress Bellam's hold on the thrones of Homana
and Solinde. This land's strength is "diminished, and must renew
itself before the battle begins once more." He smiled faintly. "I
cannot ask my battered realm to go so quickly into war again."

Alix met his eyes at last. "Where will you go?"

"We are safe here, across me EHasian border. Your Keep has
been left unbothered by High King Rhodri's soldiers for years. I
think no one will mind a lone prince wandering through. I will
fade into the land for a time." Carillon's faint smile, older now,
came quickly. "But 1 will not risk another Cheysuli life until it
benefits us all."

"It matters little that we risk ourselves," Duncan said quietly.
"The prophecy says one day you will ascend the throne of
Homana. One day . . . you will."

"The Cheysuli throne, Duncan?" Carillon mocked, and grinned.
"I have not forgotten."

"Nor have we."

Carillon abruptly got to his feet. He stared down at Alix.

"Cousin, once you told a naive, arrogant princeling the truth
of Shaine's qu'mahlin, and he denied it. He even denied you. I
am sorry for it. You are wiser than any I have known." He

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reached down and took her hand, pulling her to her feet. "You
have been truer to your blood than I could ever hope."

"Carillon ..."

He shook his head and released her hand. "I have a horse.
And, I believe, a shapechanger sworn to be the Mujhar's liege
man. Like his father."

Finn rose and grinned into Alix's stricken face. "There, meijha,
you rid yourself of me at last.''

She said nothing, unable to speak past the pain closing her
throat.

Finn looked at Duncan. "Rujho. care for your cheysula. She
is not one to be treated lightly."

Duncan smiled and rose, sliding a hand around Alix's waist.
With the other he held out the black war bow, ornamentation
gleaming.

"Here, my lord Mujhar. Finn will show you how to use it."

Carillon hesitated. "But only a Cheysuli may shoot a Cheysuli
bow."

"Traditions change," Duncan said softly.

Carillon took it silently. Then he walked from the pavilion like
a man turning his back on a past, intent on making a future.

"Storr!" Alix cried.

The wolfs eyes were warm. Tahlmorra, liren.

Alix watched in mute pain as Finn followed Carillon, silver
wolf flanking him. She was hardly aware of Duncan's hands
settling at her hips, pulling her close against him. She was
conscious only of the deep anguish and regret swelling in her
breast.

"They will be well, cheysula."

"Why must they both go?"

He laughed softly. "Have you not longed for Finn's absence
from your lire?"

She swallowed. "I have . . . grown accustomed to him. That
is all."

"The Mujhar is ever served by a Cheysuli, as Finn said in
Homana-Mujhar. As Hale served Shame. And even before."

Alix stared out the open doorflap and wiped quickly at me
tears on her face, "I cannot see Finn and Carillon accomplishing
much more than argumentV

His hands tightened. "Argument, as you should know, has its
place. I am certain Shaine and Hale argued, on occasion."

"Look at the result."

Duncan moved behind her and gently rested his chin on her
head. "Carillon is not his uncle."

"No, he is not." Alix sighed heavily. "He is only Carillon."

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"He will come back.'*

Alix stiffened, but refused to turn to him for fear she would
see something she could not bear.

"Duncan ... do you speak of tahlmorraT9

"Perhaps." He turned her until she stared into his face. "Do
you think Finn and Storr will allow their princeling to stay long
from their home?"

Something fluttered briefly within her. In amazement Alix put
a hand to her stomach, then smiled and placed Duncan's hand
there as well so he could feel the child move.

"When Carillon returns, cheysul, he will have a new kinsman
to see."

"And a realm to win back from Bellam," Duncan said gravely.

She stared into his solemn yellow eyes. "Can he accomplish
it? Does the prophecy say he will accomplish it?"

He smoothed back her hair with his free hand. "I cannot say,
small one. It is Carillon's fdhlnwrra."

Carillon's tahlmorra ... she echoed sadly within her mind,
and instinctively sought an answer in the power the gods had
given her.

There she found it, and smiled.

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