Jaran

little like the arenabekh, but for different reasons. There are priests at the shrine of Morava. And they're both men and women, so, of course, sometimes there are children.'

'But without kin. How did he come to ride in your jahar?'

'We found him at jahar-ledest. In Jeds you would call them schools, I suppose. There is one here in the west, and one in the east, where young men can train.'

'You told me about them once.' Above them, a few clouds floated like calm fish in untroubled waters. 'Bakh- tiian mentioned one once. Doesn't he know the man who trains there?'

'Kerchaniia Bakhalo. He rode with Ilya's father.'

'Why do you have these 'schools'? The jaran wander.'

'Oh, the influence of khaja, I suppose. Bakhalo made the first one, some twenty years back. I learned more there about fighting than I ever learned in the tribe because it's all you have to think about. Like the arenabekh, but temporary, thank the gods. You'd like it, Tess. Bakhalo has about forty young men at a time. He lives by a town near the coast. That put me off at first, to live in one place, but I'd just been in Jeds and, anyway, we lived in tents. The townspeople there are happy because with the jaran there the pirates don't bother them. It's a strange arrangement, but it works. I was never any good at saber until I went there.'

'Why not?'

'I never bothered.' He sighed ostentatiously. 'That didn't make me any more popular among the girls. They like a boy who can flash his blade.'

'I'll bet.'

'Or one who has a reputation, like Ilya. They dangle like so much plump fruit in front of him, but really, when I think of it, he rarely picks from that tree.'

'Why do you think he doesn't?'

'Are you sure you're not a little bit in love with him?'

A wind stirred through the brush. Twigs scraped softly against rock. 'I think you should make up to him.'

'And be left dangling like the rest of the ripe, or overripe, fruit? No thank you.'

'Perhaps I chose an unfortunate expression.'

'Very unfortunate.'

'But, Tess, think of the rest of us. Haven't you ever noticed that the more Ilya denies himself, the worse of a mood he gets in? Niko once told me that he'd never known Ilya to sleep through the night except when he was with a woman.'

She flushed scarlet. 'Yuri! No.'

He grinned, enjoying her discomfiture. 'You're just stubborn.'

'No, I'm protecting myself. He's very attractive.'

'Then why don't you-' He broke off, laughing, to hug her. ' 'It's much better having you for a sister than a lover, because I get you forever as a sister.'

'Unless I kill you first.'

'Tess,' he scolded, 'you'd never manage without me. Who got you through that first ten days? Who saddled Myshla for you and brought you food?'

'Definitely a brother. Only a sibling would hold that over my head.' She hugged him suddenly and fiercely. 'Yuri, I-' She broke off.

He pushed her back. 'What's wrong? Don't cry!'

'My brother is so much older than me. I always wanted another brother, one close in age, so we could share-' She hesitated, went on awkwardly. 'One I could love right here, next to my heart, instead of from far away.''

Yuri's whole expression transformed, as if his heart, long buried, now shone from his face. Then, unaccountably, he lowered his eyes to stare at his hands. 'I love you, too, Tess,' he said in a low voice, as if afraid the admission would offend her.

'Well, you might at least look at me when you say it!' she demanded, suddenly embarrassed, and then she laughed because he was as flushed as she was.

'Of course, you know what this means.' He looked up at her with a sly grin.

'What what means?'

'Siblings are bound by the oldest of customs to protect one another, even if it means death.'

'Very well, Yuri. If Bakhtiian ever begins to scold you, I'll come to your rescue.'

'It needn't go that far,' said Yuri quickly. They both grinned and got up to return to camp, brushing dirt and withered blades of grass from their clothing. 'We were worried though, Tess. Especially when that storm blew down and you hadn't gotten back yet.' They walked slowly along the escarpment, boots scuffing through damp grass, content for the moment in each other's company.

'I'm surprised Niko didn't send Josef to look for us.'

'He would have in another three nights.'

'Yuri, we could have been dead by then.'

'But Ilya left us a message that we shouldn't wait. How were we to know what that meant?'

Tess stopped, suddenly suspicious. 'What did you think it meant?' Yuri knelt abruptly, turning his face away from her, and busied himself brushing imaginary grass from his boots. 'Look at me. Why nine nights?'

He straightened, his flush fading to a slight pink tint along his high cheekbones. 'It's just superstition.'

'Yes, and?'

The flush rose a little high, creeping up to his ears, but he met her gaze. 'I don't want to talk about it,' he finished, his tone edged.

'You thought we- Never mind. I know what you thought. Everyone else evidently thought the same thing.'

He smiled slightly, conciliatorily. 'At least give us credit for thinking, Tess.'

'Oh, Yuri,' she said in disgust, 'I'm hungry. Isn't there something hot to eat?'

Yuri's gaze shifted past her toward the camp. 'The stew must be ready by now. I'll go check. I pitched your tent over there-' He nodded toward the opposite bluff. 'All your gear is there.'

'Thank you, Yuri. What would I possibly do without you?'

He gave her a sidewise look. 'I'm used to older sisters, always ordering a man around and telling him what to do.'

'Oh, go away,' she said, as much with humor as with pique, and he grinned, happy to annoy her, and left.

She strolled slowly toward the opposite bluff, glad to be alone with her own thoughts. On a whim, she walked over to the four white tents of the Chapalii. None of them were outside, that she could see, so she simply stood for a moment and watched. Even in this weak sunlight, the white fabric of the tents shimmered, as if light was woven in with it. And perhaps it was-she knew there was more than cloth in their weaving. All plain white but for the lettering at their peaks that marked one as a lord's tent, one as a merchant's, and the other two for the lowly stewards. Even disguised, as they were in a fashion for this journey, they still must mark their rank for themselves.

The flap on the merchant's tent swept aside and Garii emerged, looking straight at her, as if he knew she was standing there. 'Lady Terese! You have returned!' Colors flushed his face in a blur before he controlled himself and his skin faded to a neutral pallor. He bowed. 'I beg your greatest indulgence for my outburst, Lady Terese. Only, I feared for you-' He broke off abruptly.

Ishii pushed out of his own tent and examined first Garii and then, bowing punctiliously, Tess. 'Lady Terese. Please permit me to express how gratified I am to see you restored to our party. I hope there was no trouble.'

Caught out, she thought fast. 'Indeed, Cha Ishii, I accept your felicitations. I thought to inquire if you and your party have suffered through this difficult cold weather, knowing as I do that you are better adapted to heat.''

'Your concern honors us.' He inclined his head. Garii stood stiffly to one side, silent. 'Indeed, we have been forced to remain within our tents for the most part of these past days, but as I understand that we will reach the shrine of Morava soon, we are able to endure such trials knowing that they will come to an end and that we shall return to more hospitable environments.' He looked pointedly at Garii. Garii, caught looking at Tess, bowed abruptly and subserviently, and retreated into his tent.

'I feel sure,' said Tess to cover the awkward silence, 'that you anticipate with pleasure such a change in your