of the camp, that Aleksi noticed it.
At Dr. Hierakis's tent, he hunkered down on his haunches just outside the awning and waited, knowing now that she had machines inside her tent that alerted her to his presence. Soon enough, the bells sounded as the doctor thrust aside the entrance flap and peered out.
'Aleksi! Why do you insist on sitting out there! You may come in without permission from me. I've told you time and again-and it would grant me some much-needed sleep.' He rose and smiled sheepishly but did not reply, merely followed her into her tent. 'You can hang your coat up over that hook.' He did so gratefully. In her tent he was never too hot or too cold; it was as airy and comfortable as the great felt tents belonging to the etsanas. 'Go on in,' she added, impatiently. She lay down on a cot folded out beside the table. 'Tess is asleep.'
He went into the inner chamber. The counters gleamed softly in the light from the false lanterns. Tess slept, and beyond, on a black surface set within one countertop, colors pulsed in time to her breathing and her heartbeat. Feeling safe, Aleksi settled down on the floor beside her and rested his head against the couch on which she lay, and dozed.
'Aleksi? Where did you come from?'
He snapped his eyes open and looked up. Tess lay on her right side, gazing down at him. 'I couldn't sleep,' he said.
She sighed and reached down to touch him, but whether to reassure herself or him, Aleksi could not be sure. 'What time is it?' she asked.
Since she had fallen under the sleep that the doctor called anesthesia, Tess had been obsessed with knowing the time of day. 'I don't know. I came before dawn. Not too long after dawn by now, I'd judge.'
'Then Jo should be coming in-' She stopped and they both listened, hearing the bells and then a conversation. A moment later the doctor came in to them.
'Color's good,' she said cheerfully. 'Readings good. We're going to take you off the system today. I hereby pronounce you Out of Danger.'
'Insofar as any of us are out of danger,' Tess murmured, and Cara shot her a sharp glance and then smiled wryly.
'A wise observation, my child. Jo will do the dirty work. I'm going to do my rounds at the hospital. Tess, I want you to stay with me today and tonight, and then tomorrow you can return to your tent. You can sit, you can walk a little bit-in fact I recommend it-but nothing more strenuous than that.'
'I obey.' Tess smiled. Aleksi was amazed at how strong she looked. Her face was still rounder than usual, and her skin was pulled taut and shiny on her arms, a little swollen, but the doctor dismissed that as water retention and said it would go away in a hand more of days.
Jo came in, and the doctor left. Soon enough, Jo had disengaged Tess from the couch. 'Aleksi,' Jo said, leading him over to the black screen, 'I'm going back to the hospital. You see this pad here. I've coded it specially for you. If you press your right hand over this, it will send a signal to me and to Dr. Hierakis that one of us must return immediately. Only put your hand there if Tess somehow falls ill.'
'I understand.' He examined the pad with interest. It looked more like a kind of false skin, lacquered, except it looked slick as well. Jo left.
'I want to go outside,' said Tess. Aleksi shadowed her, but her legs seemed steady enough. At once he saw where she was headed: to die remains of the funeral pyre that now lay as cold ashes and a few pieces of charred wood fifty paces out from the awning. Nervous, he walked with her, but when she stopped she simply surveyed the circle of ground dispassionately. There were, thank the gods, no bones; either someone had raked the coals or an early baby burned more completely then an adult. All at once Tess bent down and rummaged in the ashes. She held up a scrap of damask linen, smaller than her palm. The singed edges framed a single red rose. She stared at it for a long while and then closed her hand over it and turned away.
'Bakhtiian wept,' said Aleksi in a low voice.
Her mouth pinched tight, but she showed no other emotion as they walked back to the doctor's tent. He brought a folding chair out for her and she sat. As soon as she sat down, Anatoly Sakhalin approached to pay his respects. Others filtered by, and eventually Sonia appeared and chased everyone else away.
'You're looking well,' Sonia said carefully.
'Tm feeling well. Is there any news from the army?'
'None yet, that I know of. Aleksi, sit down. Tess, I've been giving some thought to Aleksi marrying. Indeed,
I've had my eye on a particular young woman for some time now. Her name is Svetlana Tagansky. She's from one of the Veselov granddaughter tribes, and her husband died in the fighting at Hazjan. She was brought in to wet-nurse Lavrenti while Arina was so weak-Svetlana lost her own infant to a fever-' Sonia broke off. 'Oh, Tess.' She laid a hand on Tess's arm, but Tess's expression remained blank. Her distraction worried Aleksi. Sonia exchanged a glance with him, but Aleksi could only shrug. Sonia withdrew her hand, looking troubled. 'But I need your permission to approach her, Tess.'
'Oh.' Tess blinked. Aleksi wondered if she had heard a word that Sonia had said. He held his breath, hoping she would agree. 'But Aleksi can't marry. He has to have his own tent.' The disappointment felt sharp, but he said nothing.
'But men don't own their own tents. I would have thought you'd want him to get married and have a respectable wife.'
Tess twisted around and regarded Aleksi. 'What do you want, Aleksi?'
'Every man ought to be married,' he said slowly, 'if he can be.'
'Yes, that's what the jaran say, but what do you want?'
Aleksi had a sudden feeling that Tess did not want him to get married. He didn't know what to do: tell her the truth and possibly offend her, or placate her with a lie? Like a wave, the memory of his nightmare washed over him. Tess was all he had; of course he must do what she wished. 'Of… of course I don't care about being married,' he stammered. 'I'd much rather have my own tent-'
'You're lying,' Tess snapped. 'I asked you what you wanted, not what you think I want to hear. Do me the favor, Aleksi, of telling me the truth. I don't like this.'
The cold edge of her anger shocked him into silence.
'Well?' she demanded.
He wrung his hands together. 'I would like to get married,' he said under his breath.
'What?'
'I would like to get married to a kind, respectable woman, one I liked.'
'That's settled then, Sonia,' she said in a curt voice. 'Where is Josef? I have work to do.'
'Don't you want to meet her first?' Sonia asked, looking affronted. 'Know something about her and her family? See if you'll get along?'
'Aleksi will make up his own mind. I don't need to be involved.'
'Well!' Sonia rose and shook out her skirts. 'I see that this is not the right time to discuss it. If you'll excuse me.'
'What's wrong with her?' Tess demanded as Sonia stalked away. Aleksi sighed and resigned himself to an unpleasant day. But at least she had agreed he might marry. That cheered him.
They sat outside for a while longer. Then, abruptly, Tess stood and went back into the doctor's tent. Aleksi followed and found her seated at the table. She spoke three words in Anglais, and a latticework appeared above the tabletop. Tiny symbols spread out along the lattice, interwoven in a maze. With one hand tapping onto a screen and the other tapping impatiently on the smooth tabletop, Tess began to manipulate the symbols. She moved them around at a dizzying rate, muttering under his breath, speaking aloud sometimes in a strange, alien language.
'What are you doing?' Aleksi asked.
She did not even glance up at him. 'Trying to figure out how the Chapalii language works. I thought I understood it pretty well, but now I see that I overlooked half of it. More than half, maybe. I hate it when a language doesn't fall into place for me.' She pressed her lips together and laid a rainbow of colors over the lattice, shrank segments down and dragged them away to the edges, and began to build a new lattice in the middle. It reminded Aleksi of watching David ben Unbutu direct the building of a siege tower or a siege engine, only her architecture was more insubstantial.
The bells chimed, and Charles Soerensen walked in. He acknowledged Aleksi with a nod and then stood there
