People.”
Vala asked, “You were out there all night?”
Wemb nodded. Barok said, “When the rain started to slack off, I got us towels. There were heaps of towels.” His grip was painful. “Kay, Vala, we saw why.”
“Warriors walked past us,” Wemb said. “I shot Heerst in the leg, but he just kept walking, following the singing. Vampires came up to him and pulled the towel off his face and led him away. He’s my son.”
“If something is covering your face, they pull it off! Heerst was using fuel in his towel. Rain washes it out. We looked for towels that had-Wemb?”
“Pepperleek. Minch.”
“Yes, those kept their scent. They kept us alive, the towels and the rishathra. Any time it was too much for us, we rished. And crossbow bolts. The guards were dropping their swords and crossbows but not their quivers. We had to go looking. Rob the dead.”
“I saw what I didn’t understand,” Wemb said. “I should tell the Thurl. Vampires rished with some of us, then led them away into the high grass and farther. Why keep them alive? Are they still alive?”
Vala said, “The Ghouls might know.”
“Ghouls keep Ghoul secrets,” Wemb said.
The clouds had closed again. In the dark Barok said, “I shot the vampire who was leading Anth away. It took two bolts. Another picked up the song, and I shot her. Anth followed a third woman, and by that time he was out of range. They led him into the grass. I never saw him again. Should I have shot
They only looked at him.
“I can’t keep vigil with you,” Barok said. “I can’t face rishathra now. My head is too-I don’t know if I can make you see—”
They squeezed his arms and tried to assure him that they understood. They left him there.
CHAPTER THREE — THE GATHERING STORM
The tent huddled beneath the walk but faced outward into an arc of gray sheets.
The corpses were laid head-to-head, two giants to a sheet, or four vampires. Giants had found Anthrantillin and his crewman Himapertharee and laid them out on one sheet. Taratarafasht and Foranayeedli must be still missing. Another sheet held six tiny Gleaner dead.
The giants had nearly finished making their patterns. Tiny hominids moved about them, not helping much, but carrying food or light loads. All wore sheets with holes in them for the head to poke through.
A Grass Giant could lift a vampire with no difficulty. It took two to carry a dead giant.
But Beedj was carrying a dead Grass Giant woman across his back. He rolled the woman off his shoulders to slump across a sheet, perfectly placed. He took her hand and spoke to her sadly. Vala changed her mind about disturbing him.
Two women finished laying out more vampire dead. One approached. “We rubbed pepperleek along the rims of the sheets. Stop small scavengers,” Moonwa said to the three Machine People. “Big scavengers we can crossbow. Ghouls won’t have to fight for what’s theirs.”
“A polite notion,” Valavirgillin said. Tables would have raised the dead out of a scavenger’s reach; but where would Grass Giants find wood?
“What can I do for you?” Moonwa asked.
“We’ve come to keep vigil with you.”
“The battle cost you too much. No Ghouls come on the first night. Rest.”
Vala said, “But it was my idea, after all.”
“Thurl’s idea,” Moonwa informed her.
Vala nodded and carefully didn’t smile. It was a social convention, as in
Moonwa called, “Perilack, Silack, Manack, Coriack—” Four small heads lifted. “-these are more allies: Kaywerbrimmis, Valavirgillin, Whandernothtee.”
The Gleaners smiled and bobbed their heads, but they didn’t come up at once. They moved off to where Grass Giants were carefully stripping their sheets off inside out, well away from the dead and the tent, then picking up scythes and crossbows. The Gleaners stripped off their contaminated sheets, then hung slender swords behind their backs.
Beedj approached, sheetless and armed. “Towels under the tent. We rubbed minch on them,” he said. “Welcome to all.”
Gleaners stood armpit-high to Machine People, navel-high to Beedj and Moonwa. Their faces were hairless and pointed; their smiles were wide and toothy, a bit much. They wore tunics of cured smeerpskin with the beige fur left on, lavishly decorated with feathers. On the women, Perilack and Coriack, the feather patterns formed smallish wings. The women had to walk with some care to protect them. Manack and Silack looked much like the women. Their clothing showed greater differences; feathered, but with arms free to swing. Or fight.
Rain spattered down, just enough to send the Machine People into the tent. Vala saw grass piled thickly on the floor. Grass for bedding and to feed the Grass Giants. She stopped her companions until they had taken off their sandals.
Already it was dark enough that Vala could barely see faces. Rishathra was best begun in the night.
But not on a battlefield.
“This is a bad business,” Perilack said.
Whandernothtee asked, “How many have you lost?”
“Nearly two hundred by now.”
“We were only ten. Four are gone. Sopashintay and Chitakumishad we left on guard above us with the cannon. Barok is recovering from a night in hell.”
“Our queen’s man went with the Thurl’s woman to bring other hominids to bargain. If the—” The little woman’s eyes flickered about her. “-lords of the night do not speak, other voices will join ours tomorrow.”
Legend told that the Ghouls heard any word spoken of them, unless-some said-during broad daylight. The Ghouls might be all about them even now.
Kay asked, “Would your queen’s man truly rish with his traveling companions?”
The four Gleaners tittered. Beedj and Moonwa boomed their laughter. A little woman-Perilack-said to Kay, “If the Grass Giant women would notice. Size matters. But you, you and we might make something happen.”
Perilack and Kaywerbrimmis looked at each other as if both taken by the same notion. The little woman took Kay’s elbow; Kay’s arm brushed the Gleaner’s feathers. He suggested, “I expect you accumulate these faster than you can use them?”
She said, “No, the skins spoil quickly. We can trade a few, not many.”
“What if we could find a way to delay the spoilage?”
From time to time Valavirgillin would catch a foul whiff of battlefield stench and snort it out. But the smells weren’t reaching Kaywerbrimmis. Not him! Kay was into trader mode. His mind was in a place where win and lose were a matter of numbers, where discomfort was an embarrassment one could not afford, where an empire survived because one hominid’s trash was another’s ore bed.
Full night had fallen. But by the faint flash of an arc of daylit Arch, she saw Beedj’s broad grin. She asked the Grass Giant, “Have you watched bargaining sessions?”
“Some. Louis Wu came when I was a child, but agreements were all between him and the old Thurl. The Reds made peace with us thirty falans ago; we parceled up habitats. Twenty-four falans ago we gathered with the Reds and Sea People, shared maps. All peoples have learned things about the new territory. But all find Grass Giants awkwardly large.”
A polite disclaimer would not be believed. Vala reached up to grasp elbows with the Grass Giant. She’d been listening for Ghouls in the night, but the only sound was the rain.
The clouds had closed. It had become full dark.
