The light still burned in Anatoly's face, but it was as if it had been shuttered by glass now. 'It would be a good marriage,' he agreed in a soft voice. 'And one due my position. But how can I know what to think of Jeds if I have never been there? Perhaps I would rather ride with the army instead.'
Well! Anatoly had certainly learned something from his grandmother. He had learned how to negotiate. In time, Sonia thought, he might surpass even Yaroslav Sakhalin as a general.
Tess considered. Ilya settled his chin on a fist and watched her, a trifle bemused by a negotiation going on in which he had no real say.
'So be it, then,' said Tess finally. 'I will send you to Niko in Jeds. You can carry the letter that far and give it to Dr. Hierakis, who will see that it is put on a ship to Erthe. You already speak some Rhuian. Now you can see how the khaja rule there, and you can learn how to live among them and guard our interests.'
Anatoly inclined his head obediently. 'As you command.'
Mother Sakhalin did not look happy, but she looked satisfied.
'Come back this evening,' said Tess to the young man, 'and I will write the letter for you.'
He nodded, and he and his grandmother took their leave.
'You terrify me, my wife,' said Ilya. 'I am relieved that you are my ally and not my enemy.'
Tess still looked angry, but she laughed curtly. 'How like Charles I am,' she murmured, 'to push him toward an end which I have already devised.'
'Anatoly is no fool,' said Sonia. 'He will do what is best for the Sakhalin tribe.'
'No doubt,' said Ilya dryly, 'he will do what his grandmother wishes. But what will you do, Tess, if Diana asks him to come to her?'
But already Tess's anger had subsided into an odd ruefulness. 'She won't,' said Tess with such certainty that even Sonia was taken aback. Ah, well. Tess's heart might belong to the jaran, but her soul would always remain khaja.
Sonia rose and shook out her skirts. 'Come, Tess. If you can manage to leave your husband for a moment, I thought we might just walk through camp for a little while, so you can see everyone again. They all want to greet you.'
'I will languish here until your return,' said Ilya with a smile. He looked more at ease than he had for-well, for years, really-but there was still an edge on him beyond the pure, stark vision that drove him on.
'I brought him six books,' said Tess to Sonia as they walked away.
'Six!' But Tess was prince now. No wonder she possessed such riches.
'And four books for you. And three colloquies for the children.'
This bounty struck Sonia to silence. They walked together through the sprawl of the camp, greeting children, women, and men, all the members of the Orzhekov camp.
'Aleksi says that a zayinu holy woman came from across the seas to Jeds,' said Sonia at last. 'That she wears heavy veils, since it is a grave offense to her gods if folk like us look upon her. Is that true? Why would a zayinu holy woman come to you, Tess? Especially if your brother wars against her kind?'
'Her own people sent her into exile. I wanted to bring her with me here, because there is much much more she can teach me, but-' She faltered. A fire lived in Tess as well, Sonia knew, a fire kindled out of a desire to seek and to know, a kind of discontent that wore away at her constantly as if she feared that too much contentment might kill her own seeking spirit. 'But that will have to wait. I thought it better to leave her with Cara in Jeds. For now.'
'You and Uya are very like, you know,' mused Sonia. 'I saw that long ago, when you first came to us.'
'You have a wise soul, Sonia, just as your brother did.'
Sonia pressed a hand over her heart. She smiled sadly. 'I am sure the gods will send him back to us, Tess.' They walked a little while in silence. But Sonia had a restless, inquisitive spirit as well. 'Ilya plans to call a great meeting of tribes,' she said after a while. 'Do you know what he is about?'
'Yes.' Tess shaded a hand to stare up at the sky, toward the sun, and her mouth turned down. She was troubled.
'And you won't tell me!
'You must ask Ilya.'
'I have asked Ilya. He is certainly no more maddening than you are!'
'I beg your pardon,' said Tess with a laugh.
Sonia stopped suddenly, overwhelmed by a feeling of great contentment. Knowing, too, that because she was not afraid of contentment, she could embrace it. 'I'm so glad you came back to us.'
'Where else would I go?' Tess asked quietly.
Where else, indeed? Ann in arm, they walked on together.
CHAPTER THIRTY-MIME
'Winter isn't really that cold here, is it?' asked Yana on a January morning as she and Diana walked back from the greengrocer with their prize of Brussels sprouts, potatoes, and two dozen pathetic apples.
'Well, no,' Diana admitted, 'not compared to what you were used to, I suppose.' Ilyana was the kind of girl who turned heads, her features were so perfect. She was not yet ten years old, innocent in many ways and yet a confirmed skeptic. 'Will you come upstairs to have early tea with Hal and me? We have to leave for the theater in an hour.'
'Can't,' said Yana reluctantly. 'Dr. Kinzer is coming for tea.'
'But I thought you liked Dr. Kinzer.'
'I do. I like her lots. But-' Then she clammed up.
Diana knew what she was going to say, anyway. It was her father's behavior that embarrassed her.
They arrived at the door to their building-an old nineteenth-century townhouse now split into five flats-at the same time as the doctor did. She had a boy of about Valentin's age with her. Yana lightened immediately. 'Evan!' Yana cried, delighted. 'I didn't know you were coming, too.' She grabbed Evan's hand and tugged him after her though the door. Together, they pounded up the stairs, pushing past her father.
Even after a year, Diana had not gotten used to seeing Vasil whole and walking again, as lithe and charming as ever. He paused at the bottom of the stairs at the mirror set into the wall between the coat racks and lifted a hand to brush the flawless beauty of his face. Then he turned to Dr. Kinzer.
He bowed, took her hand, and kissed it. 'Dokhtor, I am struck to the heart once again by the beauty of your eyes. Were they a gift to you from the gods, perhaps?'
The doctor held up pretty well under this onslaught. She smiled. 'No, I got them from my grandfather.' Then she winked at Diana and let Vasil escort her up the stairs to the flat in which he and his family lived. Diana did not pause to look in the mirror. She followed them up, waved to Evan through the open door of the flat, and kept going up the next flight of stairs to the flat she and Hal shared.
'Poor Karolla,' she said to Hal as she dumped her bag on the tiny kitchen table. Hal was on his hands and knees in the sitting room, putting the finishing touches on a miniature stage set. 'But at least it's a respectable visitor this time. Do you remember that fiasco when that producer and his friend-' She shuddered. 'The kind of people who make you want to go wash after you've shaken hands with them.'
Hal replied without looking up. 'Valentin said it was Missy Kinzer and Evan coming over. And you know she comes more for Karolla's sake than Vasil's. What do you think?' He rocked back on his heels.
Diana studied the mockup. She sighed. Nana always said to be truthful even when you couldn't be honest. 'Well, it's an improvement. I'm taking Yana and Valentin out to the farm on Monday. Do you want to come?' But he had already gone back to studying his model, and ignored her.
Two hours later, Diana propped her elbows on the counter and stared at herself in the Green Room mirror. A handsome enough face, if a little pale. She pulled her hair back tight to cover it with the wig cap, and then sighed and let it fall down around her face again. Out in the hallway, Ha! was arguing with his father.
'I don't care! This is it! This is the last time I play this part, or any part, for that matter. I quit!'
'How dare you speak to me in this fashion!'
'Oh, Dad, don't start your 'ungrateful child' lecture, please. If you could see past your own nose you'd have
