Gwyn appeared beside her. 'Going out?' he asked softly.
'Do you know,' she said suddenly, 'that of everyone I know, Gwyn, I admire you the most. You accomplish what I've always wanted to accomplish in acting. You present the part without any self-consciousness-not that you become it, but that you play it so seamlessly. It's because your ego is involved with the process itself, with how well you act to your own satisfaction, to the achievement of that communication, and not with how well and how much people think of you, and if they give you enough attention and praise and adulation.'
He chuckled. 'Thank you. If I'd only wanted adulation, I could have stayed in the interactives. I got enough of that there to last me a lifetime. I'm not interested in being noticed or lionized.' Then he smiled again, an almost wolfish grin. 'Only in being the best. But don't tell anyone I confessed that to you.'
'You're not afraid to take risks.'
'Neither are you, Diana. Don't ever lose that quality. Once a person stops pushing and growing, she is as dead in the spirit as if she were dead in the flesh.'
Diana smiled in return, but pensively. 'I thought I might-I was introduced by Sonia Orzhekov to the family that has agreed to act as my-well, as my and Anatoly's foster jaran family, I suppose we would say. Although it's a strange thought, having three families.' When Gwyn looked puzzled, she explained. 'My family at home, the Company, and now Anatoly and whatever my marriage to him has brought me. But I thought I might go there now. They said I was welcome any time.'
'Do you think I might go with you? Or is it forbidden for married women to walk about with men who aren't their relatives?''
'I thought you were going to say, with unmarried men. Are you married?' She began to walk, out into the jaran camp. He walked beside her. 'Or am I allowed to ask that question?'
He considered for a moment, serious. 'You're allowed,' he said finally. 'In fact, I am married.'
She felt her mouth gape open, and shut it as quickly. 'But then Anahita was telling the truth when she said-'
'Anahita!' Gwyn laughed. 'I don't think so. No, the woman I'm married to is someone altogether different.'
Diana wanted to ask more, but his tone did not encourage questions. 'Well, we'll tell them you're my cousin. Which you are, in a manner of speaking, in the craft. Their camp is in the third circle out from the center, to the northwest.'
'Ah, then you've identified the pattern. It's interesting that they pitch their camp in exactly the same layout, by tribe and family, every time they set up camp.'
'It does make it possible to find your way around. Of course, the main army must be way ahead of us by now. There aren't that many men around.'
'Once there's a battle, there will be more.'
Diana shuddered. 'Here, Gwyn, teach me some more khush words. It's terrible trying to learn a language without a matrix. It's so slow.'
'I can't say that I know many more words than you do, Diana. But here: Tent. Horse. Girl. Boy. Except that I'm still trying to work out the familial terms. They seem to have a lot more of them, and more specific ones, than we do. And more terms defining a woman and what stage of life she is at than for a man. There's a boy, an adolescent, and then I can't tell whether the shift to 'man' is defined by a man's getting married or becoming a fighter. Then when he's too old to fight, he becomes an Elder. If he lives that long.'
'And for a female?'
'I haven't worked that out yet, but I think puberty, marriage, childbirth, first grandchild, and menopause all define shifts in a woman's status. But I'm really only guessing. It's easier for me to learn about the men.'
'Do you like to travel?' she asked suddenly.
'Yes.'
'I do, for now. But I can see that I'll get tired of it. Packing up every day and going on at this pace is bound to pall eventually.''
'We're moving pretty fast, for a group of this size. I can't begin to count the number of wagons, much less the people involved. How do they feed themselves?'
'You haven't seen all those dirty animals being herded alongside? I suppose once you conquer a country, you can expect it to feed you. I don't know. How they get along on a daily basis at all mystifies me. Look, there's the camp.' She hesitated at the farthest rim of the circle of tents, peering into the camp to see if she could recognize anyone. A woman rose from beside the campfire and came to greet them.
It was Arina Veselov, a pretty young woman whom Diana had liked immediately. Her little daughter tagged at her heels and went to Diana for a kiss. Arina greeted Diana with a kiss on both cheeks and, haltingly, Diana introduced Gwyn as her cousin. Arina gestured for them to come in, to sit, and soon other members of the family gathered, since it was suppertime. Children brought them wooden bowls of a watery stew and leather cups filled with pungent milk. Compared to some of the other camps, the proportion of children to women was higher here, as if this tribe had sent fewer of its children out into the safety of the plains.
'Who's that?' Gwyn whispered, nodding toward a tall, golden-haired man who came into the circle of light attended by a plain woman and a beautiful young girl. The focus of the assembly altered subtly, warping to somehow pull him into the center of attention.
'That's Arina's cousin, Vasil. Isn't he gorgeous?'
'He's a natural charismatic,' said Gwyn, still softly, and still in Anglais. 'I'll have to make sure that Owen sees him. Owen loves to watch people like him.'
'And people like Bakhtiian. It's funny, though. Charles Soerensen and Bakhtiian are in many ways the same kind of powerful leader, yet outwardly they don't seem at all the same. And this man-Vasil-has the same kind of charisma that Bakhtiian does, but I don't see him leading armies.'
'Not the same kind of charisma,' murmured Gwyn, thoughtful.
Vasil, noticing their attention, flashed them a smile across the gap. He had a warm smile, intent and encompassing, as if for that instant no thing and no one else was on his mind but the recipient of his smile. Diana smiled back. Gwyn bent his head in acknowledgment.
'Oh, and there's the baby. This is Kirill, Gwyn. He's Arina's husband, and this is the little baby, Lavrenti. May I hold him?' She held out her arms and Kirill, with a smile, transferred the baby to her waiting grasp.
'Goddess, it's small.' Gwyn examined the infant. 'Are they supposed to be that small?'
'I don't know. I don't know much about babies, and nothing about Rhuian babies.'
The infant mewled and hiccuped and gave a little gasping cry and then relaxed. Arina came and knelt beside Diana, and while Diana held the child, Arina dipped a cloth in a cup of warm milk and dribbled the liquid into the baby's tiny mouth. All at once, its lips caught on the cloth and it sucked away for one minute and then sighed and let go and fell asleep.
Diana glanced up in time to see Arina and Kirill look at each other. That glance they shared was despairing. They thought their child was going to die; they knew it. Diana clutched the little bundle closer to her, as if willing Lavrenti her own strength might make the difference. Kirill sighed and moved away to speak to Vasil's wife. His left arm shifted strangely at his side, a dead weight that was only by some fluke attached to his body. Arina sighed as well and wiped a drop of rain off her face. Except the rain had stopped a little while ago. Diana settled the baby into the crook of her left elbow. His tiny head barely reached to her palm. His skin was remarkably clear and pale, stretched, almost translucent, and his tiny lips were perfectly formed, like a pale pink rosebud.
'Look,' said Gwyn. 'There's the doctor. Have you any idea yet of why she came with us, with the army? I can't imagine why she didn't leave with Soerensen.'
'There can only be one reason, Gwyn. See, Tess is with her. She stayed to be with Tess.'
Tess's arrival in the camp brought a sudden flare of life to the quiet gathering. Tess kissed the women, hugged children, and seemed to have a separate greeting for each one of the score of people around the fire. Diana watched with interest as Vasil drew himself into her orbit and promptly became her other half, sharing in her progress as if he had been part of it all along.
'Scene stealer,' she muttered.
Gwyn chuckled under his breath. 'Tess Soerensen?'
'You know who I mean.'
'Yes, and it was subtly done, too. Very natural. Wouldn't he be awful to act with? He'd pull focus every time
