Jaran

That was when I discovered that she and Fedya-' He shrugged.

'It took you that long?'

'Where a woman slept had never before concerned me. But I'm glad she chose Fedya. He began making songs again before he died. For her. And I didn't have time to learn them all.' He shook his head. 'When we were up in the hills on that damned ill-fated scouting expedition… I know the exact moment. We were down, the hunter stalking us, and my fingers touched her neck.'

He raised one hand to touch the single gold necklace at his throat. 'I ran. I ran because it was so strong. But it wasn't until we reached Veselov's tribe, the night of the dance, that I could see it for what it really was. Tess came to talk to me because I couldn't dance. When I saw her, I finally understood that I loved her.''

A woman hurried up to the etsana's tent, spoke with someone inside, and hurried away again. Around them, the camp was waking up. Three children ran by, bound for the river.

Niko coughed. 'Excuse me for saying so much, Ilya, but then why did you go off with that-' He glanced toward the other tent, still quiet. 'That awful woman.'

Bakhtiian flushed. 'Because Tess left me to go dance, just jumped up and left me, went straight to-' He broke off.

'Ah,' said Niko.

'And then in front of everyone she had the audacity to gift Petya with that necklace. And then, do you know what she said to me that day? She said, 'I wonder who got the beauty and who got the beast.' She said that. To me.'

'And that,' said Niko with awe, 'is why you married her. By the gods.'

'Yes,' said Ilya sardonically, 'how fortunate for me that the Avenue presented itself so conveniently. The gods have a strange humor, Niko. In trying to bind her, I bound only myself.''

'Oh, you bound her as well.'

'Perhaps. But in Jeds, our laws mean nothing.'

'Bitterness does not enhance you, Ilyakoria.'

'Here are Anton and Vladi,' said Ilya. At the same moment, Vera emerged from her tent, dressed in a bright blue tunic with a chain of silver bells around each ankle. She arrived beside Niko and Ilya a few steps before the two men, but her attention was all for Bakhtiian.

'You did not come to my tent last night,' she said in an undertone but not quietly enough that Niko could not overhear. 'Three nights you have refused me, Bakhtiian.'

'I beg your pardon,' he said politely, and turned to greet Anton Veselov.

'There's news,' said Veselov.

'Your mother?'

'No, she is the same. Arina will stay with her. But ten riders just came in. Mikhailov's jahar slipped away last night, and it looks as if they've ridden hard south. Sergei sent word that you may have the ten riders for your journey to the coast. That way,' he added, looking thoughtful, 'you can leave today, since you ought to gain enough of a head start that Mikhailov cannot catch you now. With the ten riders, you'll have double his men, counting the pilgrims, that is.'

But Bakhtiian was frowning. 'What about the rest of V-selov's jahar?'

'They'll stay between Mikhailov and our camp. I don't think you need worry that Mikhailov will attack us, even if his riders outnumber ours.' Anton grinned. 'He'll save his fighting for you, Bakhtiian.'

'But if Mikhailov has swung south, then my men, and yours, from the shrine, will ride straight into him because they're riding here.'

There was a moment of coiled silence.

'Petya is with them,' said Vera, an odd, unsettling note in her voice. She looked sidewise at Ilya, but he was staring south.

The three men watched him, waiting.

'Niko! Tell Tasha to stay here. Choose ten of our riders to stay with him, to guard-to remain as escort for the khe-pellis. On no account are they to allow any of the pilgrims to wander out by themselves-just as we've set our guard these past nights. Anton, we're riding south. All the riders here and the rest of my men.''

'Very well, Bakhtiian. What will you tell Sergei, when we meet up with him?'

'What will I tell him?' asked Bakhtiian. He shrugged off the question, energy taut through every line of his body. 'Vladi, come. They've already too many hours on us.' He strode off, and even with his limp, Vladimir had to hurry to keep up with him.

'Does he think Sergei will simply hand command of his jahar over to him?' Anton asked, more curious than anything else.

'Yes,' said Niko. 'If you will excuse me.' He inclined his head toward Vera and left, leaving the two cousins side by side at the fire.

'You may hope Petya is killed,' said Anton suddenly, 'but you will never get him, Vera. Never.' He smiled.

'I hope your mother dies,' said Vera.

'So do I,' replied Anton amiably. 'Then Arina won't have to be polite to you anymore just for Mother's sake. If you will excuse me.' He inclined his head with exact courtesy and left her standing alone while the fire flamed and roared and the water bled steam into the chill morning air. Vera did not move for some minutes. Then, seeing several women approaching the etsana's tent, she tossed her golden hair back over her shoulder with a flourish and went to greet them.

They left the shrine at midmorning, delayed by a protracted argument with Yeliana, who wanted to come with them. There were extra horses, so the case was not utterly unthinkable, but Mother Avdotya remained firm: Yeliana could not be released that easily from her service to the gods.

'I don't know how well she'll serve the gods,' said Yuri as they finally rode away, 'if she's forced to do it.'

Tess had waved once but Yeliana had only turned and run back into the shrine, weeping. 'I think Mother Avdotya is only trying to protect her. She's very young. How would she fare, Yuri, riding out with us? Who would take her in? She'd be alone.'

'You were alone.'

'Yes, and I would have been dead very soon if Ilya hadn't found me. Yuri, why was your tribe so hospitable to me and not to Vladimir?'

Yuri frowned and rubbed his chin. 'I meant to say because he's an orphan but now I think it was because you weren't jaran. You were different. Perhaps it is better that Yeliana stay at the shrine. And yet there must be a woman somewhere who has no daughters and would take her in.' He shook his head. His fine hair shone in the sun. 'But who is to know if the bond would hold, if times grew hard or the woman got sick, and they shared nothing between them but words.'

'But you and I, Yuri, are not related by anything but the gifting of a tent.'

'You and I, Tess,' he said somberly, 'have been related by something much stronger than words or a tent since the moment we met, and you know that is true. We shared a mother once, and died, and now we have found each other again.'

'Yuri. I never thought of it like that. As if we were looking for each other. It was a strange enough path that led me to you.'

'Poor thing,' he said with a grin. 'Now I feel responsible. If you hadn't come looking for me, you wouldn't have ridden into Ilya.'

'Yuri,' she said suddenly, 'Yuri, have you ever thought-would you ever think-of coming back with me to Jeds?'

He flushed and then looked away from her for a moment before he met her gaze again. 'I will miss you, Tess. I will miss you bitterly. But this is my home.'

He went ahead, riding in front of her up the narrow trail that switchbacked up the hillside to lead them out of the valley of the shrine of Morava. Somewhere behind them lay Hon Garii's corpse-if Ishii had not already fed it to the recyclers. Tess shuddered.

'Are you cold?' Yuri asked when the trail spilled out onto the plain and they could ride side by side again.

'No, just thinking.'

'I'm sorry, my sister, but I can't.'