The Parched sea

fighting the Zhentarim. The only tribes we can count on are those gathered at this oasis.'

'The others will change their minds when the asabis eat their sons and the Black Robes enslave their daughters,' Sa'ar growled.

'No doubt,' Utaiba agreed. 'But for now, these tribes are all we have. Perhaps more will join us later.'

'Then I suggest you send your women and children to a safe place, along with a third of your warriors to protect them,' the Harper said. 'If the Zhentarim realize that your families are unprotected, they will try to destroy them.'

'We will send our tribes north together,' Sa'ar said. 'If we perish, or if the Zhentarim follow them, they will scatter. At most, the invaders will capture only a few hostages.'

The other sheikhs nodded their agreement, then Utaiba said, 'We have made provisions for our families, but we still have not discussed the most important thing. What is the best way to attack the Zhentarim?' He looked to Lander, deferring to the Harper's knowledge of the enemy.

Lander considered the question for a moment, then said, 'We'll have about the same number of men as the Zhentarim, counting their asabis. We should attack during the day, when the reptile mercenaries are burrowed beneath the sand. That way, we'll have a numerical advantage. With luck, we'll destroy the enemy in a single battle.'

Sa'ar smiled at the Harper. 'We?' he said. 'Are we to take it that you do not intend to be an observer in this battle?'

Resting his eyes on the widow's sleeping form, Lander shook his head. 'Where Ruha goes, I go,' he said. 'If I hadn't talked her into staying, she'd probably be in Sembia by now.'

To the Harper's surprise, both Sa'ar and Utaiba greeted his comment with frowns, and the other sheikhs muttered in displeasure. It was Haushi, however, who voiced their concern. 'What about the witch?'

From the murmur that rustled through the room, the Harper knew he had spoken the question on the mind of many of the other sheikhs.

'She'll be coming with us, of course,' Lander said, glancing at Ruha's inert form. 'Providing she wakes up in time.'

'Of course, we've all agreed to that now,' said a wizened little man with a scraggly beard. 'But where will she sleep? In your khreima?'

The question caught Lander off guard, and he had to pause for a moment to consider it. After reflecting on the interrogation the sheikhs' had given him when he reported the news of Kadumi's death, as well as the suspicious looks of the boys who had come to take care of their camels, Lander thought he understood the source of the trouble.

Deciding to get right to the heart of the matter, he said, 'If you think I had something to do with Kadumi's death, I don't see that I can do anything-'

Sa'ar interrupted, saying, 'What passed between you and Kadumi is not our affair. If you killed him, I'm sure that he deserved it.'

'I didn't kill him!' Lander said. 'It was a Zhentarim assassin!'

'Whatever,' Utaiba answered. 'It doesn't matter. Nobody here is related to the boy, so there'll be no blood price.'

Lander could only shake his head. He did not know whether he should be upset at having been accused of killing the boy-if that was what the sheikhs were implying-or at the casualness with which they were willing to dismiss the murder. To make matters worse, he realized that he did not have any idea of what was upsetting the sheikhs. 'If nobody cares about Kadumi, what's the matter?'

Sa'ar pointed at Ruha, then at Lander. 'Her,' the sheikh said, 'and you.'

'It's wrong to bed a widow while her husband's spirit is still restless,' said the toothless sheikh. 'You'll bring N'asr's plague down on us.'

Lander studied Ruha's sleeping form. The sheikhs' assumptions regarding what had passed between him and the widow upset him more than they should have-in part, he knew, because they had read so well what he felt in his heart. 'How long does it take to calm a husband's spirit?'

'Two years,' answered Haushi. 'If you sleep with her before then, you will curse us all.'

The Harper rose and walked over to the copper-gilded throne. Standing opposite Ruha, he said, 'Then I'll wait.'

'Have you bedded her yet?' Utaiba asked.

Lander did not look away from the widow. 'No.'

'Then it is decided!' Sa'ar exclaimed, rising. He pulled his jambiya and stepped to the middle of the room. 'Let us swear an akeud! Victory or defeat, let us find it together!'

The burly sheikh drew the blade across his palm, then held up his hand so the others could inspect the dripping wound. As the blood touched the floor, it vanished into the black marble.

Fifteen

When Ruha woke, all the khowwans had broken camp. The tents were gone, the fires out, and the waterskins filled. Guarded by a thousand warriors and clustered into fifteen tribal groups, the women and children were already riding northward along Elah'zad's western ridge. In the dawn's tawny light, their gray figures were mere shadows, but the widow could see by their slow pace and lethargic movements that they were not leaving cheerfully.

On the eastern ridge, the scene was different. Two thousand warriors sat anxiously on their camels, their keffiyehs flapping in the cool morning breeze and their jocular voices echoing across the valley. The silhouettes of lances and spears danced against the yellow orb of the rising sun, and Ruha could tell that the prospect of battle had put the warriors in high spirits.

Lander came and kneeled next to Ruha. 'You're awake,' he said, offering her some water. 'Good. I thought I'd have to lash you to a camel.'

Ruha declined the water, then looked around and saw that she lay on the grass next to the lake, covered by a sleeping carpet. Behind her, a half-dozen men were folding the khreima that, she assumed, had covered her until a few moments ago.

'What happened?' Ruha asked. Her hand automatically rose to see if her veil needed adjustment. 'The last thing I remember is walking into the House of the Moon.'

'Let's just say you and Eldath have a lot more in common than you realize,' Lander said, slipping a hand under her arm. 'I'll explain later. Right now, we'd better hurry. The sheikhs are riding on the Zhentarim, and if we don't want to be left behind, we'd better hurry.'

The Harper helped the bewildered widow to her feet, then led her up the hill to where a young warrior was holding their camels. They joined Sa'ar and Utaiba on the ridge, and within minutes the Bedine army was riding into the sun.

As they rode, Lander explained all that had passed in the House of the Moon. At first Ruha refused to accept that Eldath had spoken through her, but she gradually grew accustomed to the idea. Soon the notion gave her a giddy sense of excitement. Even after she and Lander had entered Elah'zad with Qoha'dar's spellbook, she had not truly believed that the gods favored her magic. After Eldath's manifestation, however, she could not doubt that fact. At least temporarily, she was no longer an outcast.

Yet the widow was far from happy about all Lander told her. The sheikhs' concerns over her relationship with the Harper angered Ruha, for she abhorred having her emotions and private life scrutinized by any man. The widow realized that her resentment was due largely to the strong feelings she did have for Lander, but she did not think that what passed between her and the Harper was the concern of the sheikhs. Neither did she believe that her dead husband's spirit would be offended by her actions; Ruha was certain that there were many things Ajaman had held more dear than her in his life.

Neither the sheikhs nor Ajaman's spirit seemed concerned over the fact that Lander and Ruha were riding at each other's side. The pair traveled behind the sheikhs most of the time, periodically joining them when the leaders