“I can handle them now that Coransee is dead.” He looked around for Coransee’s body. She read his glance and pointed past the clusters of waiting outsiders and women. Just beyond a ragged edge of wall, he could see two outsiders working at something, digging a hole, a grave.
“No,” he said quietly.
Amber looked at him.
“The Clayarks will be at the grave the moment we leave. He’s freshly killed. They’ll gut him and eat him the way we did those rabbits. I’m not going to give any Patternist to them.”
“What, then?”
“Burn him. Burn him to ashes.” He looked at her. “Can you see that it’s done thoroughly? Are you strong enough after your hand?”
She nodded.
The Patternists had gotten wood for their cooking fire from a pair of ancient dead trees behind the ruin. Now they took more of the wood, and made a funeral pyre for the fallen Housemaster.
The woman, Rain, had washed smeared blood from Coransee’s face and closed his eyes. She had straightened his body on its pyre and wept over him. Now, as he burned, as Amber saw to it that he was completely incinerated, others wept too. Teray watched them impassively for a few moments, then walked away. There was something missing. He had hated Coransee. He had never been more pleased at another person’s death. Yet…
The mutes would have made a ceremony, a funeral. Mutes were ceremony-making creatures. Patternists had left such things to them for so long that there were almost no Patternist ceremonies left. For a funeral, ancient words would have been said, and the body consigned to the earth with quiet dignity. Even Patternists who
thought no more of mutes than they did of draft animals attended such ceremonies with respect. They had .become the due of any Patternist or mute who died?a time for friends, husbands, and wives to pay last respects. The ten who had belonged to Coransee, who now belonged to Teray, would have appreciated it.
Amber came to stand beside Teray. “It’s done.”
“All right.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Get us out of here as soon as they’ve buried the ashes.”
“While you were unconscious, they asked me which of us would lead them?you or me.”
Teray turned to look at her, his expression cautious, questioning.
She smiled. “Would I have saved you if I wanted them that badly? You know they’re yours. His whole House is yours.”
“Did you … did you want it at all?”
“A House like that? If you had been anyone else, Teray, you and Coransee would have burned together.”
He shuddered, knowing she meant it, knowing that he was alive only because she loved him. Not for the first time, he realized what a really dangerous woman she could be. If he could not make her his wife, he would be wise to make her at least an ally.
“I’d give you that House if it weren’t so far from Forsyth,” he said.
She raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t want you that far away from me if I succeed Rayal.”
“I think you will succeed him, but…”
“If I do, it will probably be in spite of whatever Rayal can do to stop me. But look, if it happens, I’ll try to find a Housemaster in Forsyth who’s willing to make a trade? move to Redhill. If I can’t, I’ll give you any help you need to establish a new House in Forsyth.”
“You’ve decided I’m going to settle in Forsyth.”
“At the very least, you’re going to stay in Forsyth. After all, I’m offering you a bribe.”
She laughed, as he had intended her to, but did not give him an answer, exactly. “Do you realize we’re linked again?” she asked.
That startled him. He could see at once that it was true, but he had not been aware of linking with her. He could not recall when it had happened.
“I was healing you,” she said. “I wasn’t shielded, of course, and you just caught hold.”
“I don’t remember.”
“You didn’t know what you were doing. You were just returning to a familiar position. I didn’t mind. Frankly, I was glad to have you back. If you
wind up in Forsyth, one way or another, I’ll get a House there.”
He kissed her. She had put him in just the right frame of mind for the other thing he had to do. He went over to the cluster of outsiders and women who stood watching as Coransee’s ashes were covered with earth. When that was done, he spoke to them.
“Come back into the building and sit down,” he told them. “We have one more thing to do before we go on.”
They obeyed silently. Some of them, Rain in particular, clearly resented him, but they had seen him kill their Housemaster in a fair fight. Custom said they should lower their heads and accept him as their new Housemaster, unless one of them wanted to challenge.
“We’re surrounded by Clayarks,” he said. “If we go on through them the way we have, someone will be killed. Instead, I intend to kill the Clayarks. All of them. Now.” The ten Patternists understood him. They began to look apprehensive. “I need your strength as well as my own for this,” he continued. “I want all of you to open and link
