something so vicious that it could never be forgiven. Sonia moved, stepping toward Tess as if she meant to shield her.
Bakhtiian caught his breath and whirled and strode away into the darkness.
Distant voices rose to accompany some melody. Tess put her hands to her face. Against her cold palms, her cheeks felt flushed and hot. Sonia came over to her and grasped her wrists. A moment later, they were laughing and crying all at once.
'Gods,' said Sonia at last, letting go of Tess. 'It's no wonder that there are men out riding just to kill him.''
Tess brushed a wisp of grass from her lips. It was true enough what Bakhtiian had said, that she was lying. But how much could she tell them? How much would be right? How much would be fair? How much could they even believe? She did not know. 'Poor Yuri,' she said, to say something. 'It's just as well I'm going, Sonia. He needs someone to protect him.'
'That's right.' Sonia leaned forward and kissed Tess on the cheek. 'But Tess, however hard it may be, try not to lose your temper with Ilya. It's easy enough to do, but gods, it makes you say the most awful things.'
'It is true, Sonia? What you said about his family?'
'I don't know. Other people warned him that there had been threats, but he never would listen. But I shouldn't have said it to him. Harsh words won't bring them back.' The high, brisk sound of claps underlaid by muffled stamping reached them, sharp in the clear air, followed by cheers, encouragement to some solo dancer. 'Listen to us! This is supposed to be a celebration. We'll wash our faces and run back. The men are showing off. We don't want to miss that.' She grabbed Tess's hand, and they went together.
In the morning, Yuri waylaid her as soon as she woke. He looked anxious.
'What's wrong?' she asked.
'We have to choose you a horse. I think the little bay. You'll need a saber, a knife… Did I say clothing? A blanket!' He broke off when Tess laughed at his expression. ' 'I would never have believed that Bakhtiian would agree to take you, but you weren't afraid, and so you got what you were reaching for. We call that korokh, one who reaches for the wind. They are few and always brave. The gods favor them.''
'I'll need it.' And she wondered, suddenly, finally, what she had gotten herself into.
'There's Sonia. She'll help us.'
By judicious application to various members of their family, Sonia and Yuri acquired all the articles that they thought Tess would need on the journey. It did not come to much, since it all had to be carried, but to Tess it seemed like riches: a saber, a knife, an extra set of clothing down to gloves and belt, a thick blanket and light sleeping mat, a bone comb carved in arborescent detail, a lump of soap, and beaded leather strips to braid in her hair as it grew out. Stassia gave her two bracelets, and her youngest son, barely five, insisted that she take his stamped leather flask. After all this, Sonia led her aside to where her mother sat weaving.
'You will be the only woman,' said Mother Orzhekov. Her strong hands did not falter, feeding out thread, pulling the shuttle across. 'You must have your own tent. Sonia, you know the one. And her mirror. No woman ought to be without a mirror.' She dismissed them before Tess could thank her.
'You must thank her,' said Sonia as they left, 'by behaving in a manner that will make her proud. Words are only words, after all. It is easy enough for me to call you sister, but by the gift of this tent and the mirror, she has made you her daughter in truth.'
'She has honored me.' Tess wiped a tear from one cheek. The tent and hand mirror she received had belonged to Anna, the sister who had died in childbirth. The tent was beautifully woven, the pattern of stripes, gold, orange, and green as befitted a young woman. On the tent flap a spiral of interlocking, thin-limbed beasts curled infinitely around themselves, and this same spiral of beasts was carved into the wooden handle and back of the mirror. 'My parents died when I was ten years old. My brother is the only family I have left.'
'Now you have us as well,' said Sonia.
They walked on for a time in silence, companionable, going nowhere. Tess stroked her mirror where it now hung from her belt, the grooved handle and the embossed leather case with its cloisonne clasps that protected the mirror's face. Horses whinnied beyond. Wind sounded faintly in the sparse trees.
Two women and a child knelt at a long, flat loom. Stassia's husband Pavel worked, sweating, at his forge. An ancient withered woman tenderly dabbed steaming water spiced with the sweet scent of herbs from a copper pot onto a rash of red sores that blistered a child's back. A girl sang, pounding out meal. Two old men chattered together while they worked at embroidery. A young man sat holding a mass of wool for a girl Tess knew to be unmarried. He smiled as he looked at the ground, up at her as she spun the wool out on her spindle, and down again.
'I'll see a whole land,' Tess said. 'More than I've seen in my entire life.' A life spent within buildings, parks, cities-here it would be all sky, huge, unknown; dangerous, yes, but also new. 'I want you to have something, Sonia, to remember me by.' She reached into her pouch and drew out the little book of essays from the University in Jeds. 'It's all I have, really. And at least you can read them.'
Sonia's eyes widened. She reached out and touched the tiny leather volume with reverence. 'A book. A real book.' Taking it, she held it to her chest. 'Oh, Tess.' And then, without more thought than that, she hugged her.
'Mama! Mama!' Sonia's little Ivan ran up to them. Sonia released Tess, tucked the book carefully into her belt, and squatted beside him. He put a crude carved figure into her hands. A horse. She smiled, cheeks dimpling, her eyes mirroring his innocent joy, his spontaneous, unreserved expression of love. She looked up, drawing Tess down, laughing together, sharing it with her. Ivan quickly grew tired of their praise and ran away to show his father.
'Wasn't it awful?' said Sonia as they rose. 'But so wonderful.'
Tess put a hand to one eye and found tears. 'I'm sorry to be leaving you, Sonia.'
Sonia took both Tess's hands in hers. 'You'll come back to us.'
Tess smiled. 'Can you see the future?'
'No,' said Sonia, 'but I can see something else, and that will bring you back.''
CHAPTER SIX
'It is better to deliberate before action than to repent afterwards.'
They started auspiciously enough. Tess readied her pack the night before. Indeed, sleep eluded her until the stars had wheeled halfway around the Wagon's Axle, late, late into the night. But in the morning, Sonia brought her yoghurt and bread and Yuri saddled her horse as well as his own, so she made her good-byes without much trepidation and followed close behind Yuri as the jahar, escorting the Chapalii, rode out of camp. Women waved, wiping away tears. A pack of children raced after them, clustering on the top of a rise from which they watched as their fathers and brothers and uncles and cousins disappeared onto the vast emptiness of the plains.
At first Tess concentrated simply on riding, on staying on the bay mare and finding some accommodation with this animal. She knew that it ought to be possible to ride as one with the horse, who was amiable enough though strong, but she lacked some trick or understanding of the art. After a time, the duration of which she could not guess, she risked looking beyond her hands and Yuri's back at the group around her. The jahar rode in a V- formation, like birds flocking, with the remounts and pack ponies herded in a clump at the broad base of the V. Besides Yuri and Cha Ishii, Tess recognized Niko Sibirin and a few of the younger men: Sonia's husband Mikhal, Konstans, father of the new baby, and Kirill. Kirill was watching her. For an instant their eyes met. His head tilted to one side, his lips parting, and he smiled at her. Tess looked away. Yuri muttered a word under his breath that Tess did not know.
'Yurinya.' Bakhtiian rode smoothly past Tess, so at one with his mount that they seemed almost one creature. 'You will ride scout with Fedya.'
