face and a flat mop of black hair. His build seemed verging on fat, yet there was a poise to him, and a balance, that perhaps only a fellow swordsman would notice.
'A wonderful time, thank you,' said Sasha, kneeling by the fire to warm the kettle on the stand above the flames. 'Please sit, we Lenays aren't much on formality.'
Aiden sat, with a beaming smile. His accent was very broad and his manners very Torovan, Sasha thought.
'I was telling Kessligh,' said Aiden, as Sasha walked to close the main room shutters that Kessligh had left open to give her some light to ride home to, 'that in Petrodor, there are few inns with women. Petrodor is very conservative place, yes? Very Verenthane. No women drinking, no women dancing…'
Sasha finished the second shutter's latch, and noted the several large books lying beside Kessligh's comfortable chair. Serrin books, she recognised them. She wondered what he and Aiden had been discussing all evening.
'Very few women here either,' Sasha replied, standing before the fire. Kessligh's expression remained distant, barely listening. Something about it made her uncomfortable. 'Mostly the women are stuck at home, cooking and caring for the children. I have to admit, I don't know many of them half as well as I should. And have precious little to discuss with them when I do get a chance to talk. Our lives are just so different. At least with the men, I can talk horses and swordwork.'
'Very few women in the Nasi-Keth too,' Aiden added, watching her curiously. 'Yuan Kessligh is great visionary. No Petrodor women achieve your success. Not all serrin teachings taken so seriously by humans, yes?'
Sasha snorted. 'He's a great visionary?' Half-serious, half-joking. 'What about me? I did it, not him.'
Aiden laughed. 'True, true,' he conceded, cheerfully.
'Besides, how much vision does it take to tell the difference between a woman and a lump of coal?' With a sideways glance at Kessligh.
Aiden shrugged, broadly. 'In Petrodor, I think maybe a lot,' he said.
Kessligh usually rose to that bait. Tonight, he barely noticed. Sasha looked at him, uneasily. 'So what did you two spend all evening talking about?'
Aiden's good cheer faded. He looked at Kessligh, waiting for him to speak. Sasha had often wondered what Kessligh was to those Nasi-Keth in Petrodor with whom he corresponded. What was he to Aiden? A leader? An inspiration? A 'great visionary'? His achievements in Lenayin had certainly made him a significant figure for Nasi- Keth everywhere. But he'd been gone for thirty years, and lived so far away
…
'Aiden brings news from Petrodor,' Kessligh said. 'Saalshen's representative there, Rhillian, is making waves. I've spoken to you of her before.'
Sasha frowned. 'I remember. Isn't she Saalshen's second-in-command in Petrodor?'
'Serrin concepts of rank are not easily translated,' Kessligh replied. 'There is no rank, only ra'shi. Respect. One earns ra'shi through deeds and experience, so it's not always easy to tell who's truly in charge. Rhillian's ra'shi grows powerful across all Saalshen, not just Petrodor.'
The kettle began to boil. Sasha knelt and put two teaspoons of ground tea-leaves into the teapot where it sat beside the fireplace. 'So what did Rhillian do?' she asked, taking the tea cloth so that the kettle's handle did not burn her fingers, and pouring. 'She's been agitating for Saalshen to get tough, hasn't she?'
Kessligh looked at Aiden, inviting him to speak. 'The holy brotherhood are saying she attacked the archbishop and tried to steal the Shereldin Star,' said Aiden.
Sasha stared at him. 'The Archbishop of Petrodor?' she asked.
Aiden nodded. 'It is nonsense of course-if she attacked the archbishop, he would be dead. Everyone knows this, yet no one likes to say it. No one will admit the true power of Saalshen in Petrodor, and that no one is safe from the serrin, if the serrin don't want you safe, yes?'
'But… the Shereldin Star?' Sasha remembered the kettle in her hand, and put it down before the fireplace. 'Isn't that that stupid artefact all the Verenthanes rave about?'
'The holiest relic of Verenthanes,' Aiden said solemnly. And Sasha realised in a flash that Aiden, like most of the Petrodor Nasi-Keth, was most likely Verenthane. She'd probably offended him, she thought, and chided herself for not minding her tongue. Kessligh had renounced all other faiths in the pursuit of serrin teachings. But for most lowlanders, faith was not so easily cast aside. 'I have spoken with serrin, they say Rhillian did not want the star. I think they tell truth, here. We think Rhillian only means to warn the archbishop. Some things the serrin will not take lying down.'
'And what was the archbishop doing with the Shereldin Star? Isn't that…' and she paused, and something cold and worrisome occurred to her. 'Isn't that in the possession of the Larosa?'
Again, Aiden nodded, sombrely. 'It was. The Larosa have had many wars against the Saalshen Bacosh. They want the Verenthane holy lands back. They want to unite the Bacosh under a single king and throw the serrin out. They swore, two centuries ago, that the Shereldin Star would one day be returned to the holy lands, but only when the serrin are gone.
'The Larosa give the archbishop the star so that all Torovan will unite beneath him and fight with the Larosa.'
'And now the Larosa are here!' Sasha exclaimed. Her heart thumped unpleasantly in her chest. 'Someone at the inn said a large group just arrived in Baen-Tar!'
'The last piece in the puzzle,' Kessligh said tiredly. 'The armies of the Saalshen Bacosh are formidable. All the remaining Bacosh provinces are uniting under the Larosa. But it's not enough. A Torovan army is useful for numbers, but Torovans have never been noted fighters. What the Larosa want from the archbishop is the loyalty of the Petrodor families, and all their money. Petrodor might not be much in a fight, but they can pay for a huge army, Sasha, of far more than just Torovans. The archbishop will convince them to pay, for the sake of their souls.
'Still, even Torovan and Larosan armies together are insufficient. They need Lenayin. And by the looks of things, they're going to get Lenayin.'
'And I've just been sitting in a large room filled with Goeren-yai warriors who have always insisted that they'll never fight against the serrin!' Sasha replied. 'Not even should the king command it!'
She could feel the pieces of the puzzle clicking together. Suddenly, it was all making sense… and what she saw frightened her. All because some stupid Verenthanes couldn't stand the serrin living on what had once been human lands. Now, their intolerance threatened Lenayin with civil uprising and disaster.
'Now you see the scale of it,' said Kessligh, with tired exasperation. 'Now you see what I've been telling you all these years. These foreign matters, these things you dismiss as unimportant, can rise up and destroy your world, Sasha. It is all connected. Your father now seeks to align Lenayin with what he sees as the destiny of the Verenthanes. That means supporting their war.'
'Well then we have to stop him!' Sasha exclaimed. 'You… you still have influence left with father, you were his Commander of Armies for eighteen years, for heavens' sake! He listened to you! This Rathynal, we must ride to Baen-Tar and convince him not to join the Larosa!'
'I'm not riding to Baen-Tar,' said Kessligh. 'I'll be riding to Petrodor.' Sasha simply stared at him. She could not think of anything to say. 'The game has changed, Sasha. Lenayin will march to war, it can't be stopped. What can be saved is the Nasi-Keth. Alden brings news that the factions have split. Some favour Rhillian; others disagree and seek a path separate from Rhillian's influence.
'Petrodor is the key to stopping this war, Sasha. Without Petrodor's wealth, the war will not happen. And the Nasi-Keth are the key to Petrodor-united, they are the only power in Petrodor capable of restraining the families. I cannot allow them to become divided. They need me now. I cannot wait, or things will be worse.'
Sasha continued staring. She felt as if the very ground had disappeared from under her. Her ears could not believe what they were hearing. 'And what about Lenayin?' she breathed, incredulously. 'Do all your loyalties to Lenayin just… disappear?'
Kessligh frowned, his jaw tightening. 'I have given thirty years of my life to Lenayin. I swore allegiance to your father, yet I never claimed to be anything other than what I am-Nasi-Keth. I cannot ignore that calling any more than your father can ignore the callings of the Verenthane holy fathers from Petrodor. And I won't.'
Tears sprang to Sasha's eyes. Kessligh was Lenay. Of foreign origin, surely… but in many ways, he was Lenayin. The greatest Lenay warrior. And she, his uma. Now, he was casting it all aside, as one might throw aside a
