from mine. Besides, he has been ill and is not yet fully recovered.'
Akaisha's face softened. 'My son Ravan seems fond of him.'
Carnelian bit his lip and let that pass without comment. 'If it had not been for him, none of us would have made it here.'
She paused some moments, examining him, so that he began to fear she did not believe him. 'For your sake, he may join us too.'
Carnelian looked at his feet, ashamed of his deceptions; overcome by her kindness.
'Will you enter my hearth?'
As he looked up at her, a feeling of dread rose in him as if something fearful lurked on the edges of this decision. He mastered himself. There was no other way.
'Gladly,' he said giving her hand a squeeze.
'What's your name?' Akaisha asked Carnelian as they climbed the rootstair back up to her tree. 'Carnelian,' he said.
Her try at the Quya made him smile. 'Your accent is the same as Ebeny's.'
Her eyes sparkled. 'Is this strange name what my sister called you?'
'She called me many things.' He grinned. 'But the name she used for me; that the household used for me…' He winced at that reminder of what was the usual nature of the relationship between their two peoples. He felt she was trying hard not to judge him.
'My Plainsman hearthkin called me Carnie.'
'Well, that's what your new hearthkin shall call you too.'
When they reached her cedar, Akaisha stopped him. Carnelian watched her survey the branches with a loving gaze.
'Behold my mother tree,' she said. 'Incarnation of all my mothers. She's been here since the world was born, her roots reaching deep into Mother Earth. The women of my lineage have lived their lives out in her shade. In death, they've lain among her roots with which she has drawn their souls up into her so that, sometimes, you can hear their voices speaking from her leaves. Her shade defines our hearth's sacred rootearth. Only here may you walk barefoot as I may go uncovered.' She drew the russet blanket back, revealing black hair veined with silver all worked through with salt beads. Take care you treat her well.'
Carnelian stooped to remove his shoes, glad of the distraction to hide the shame he felt from having already sinned against Akaisha's beliefs. Not only had he followed Osidian's lead to stand unshod upon the earth but he had done nothing when Osidian led Ravan into sacrilege. Should he warn her of the unhealthy influence Osidian had over her son?
Laughing, Akaisha snatched one of his makeshift shoes away. 'Where did you get this?'
Carnelian explained that Fern had made it for him.
'Well, we'll have to see if we can't do better than that, won't we?'
A mutter of talk and some laughter came from the direction of the hearth. Carnelian could see people gathered there and that Osidian was not among them.
Akaisha looked grim. 'And now you will meet your new hearthkin and share your first meal with us.'
'I should go and fetch my brother.'
'As you will. It is our custom to wash before we eat.' She must have seen his uncertainty, for she added, 'I shall send Ravan to show you where to wash.'
Half bowing to her, Carnelian made for his sleeping hollow. He found Osidian laid out in it as if in a tomb.
'Are you awake?'
Osidian's eyes when they opened seemed windows into a cave.
Carnelian explained Akaisha's offer and how it would save them from the Elders.
Osidian frowned. 'Have you not yet grown weary of fraternizing with savages?'
The haughty Quya stung Carnelian to anger. 'I have just had to lie to those savages to save your life.'
Footfalls approaching made him jump. Turning, he saw it was Ravan. Thankfully, they had been speaking in Quya. The boy looked past Carnelian at Osidian.
'Master, my mother invites you to come and eat with us.'
'Will you show me, Ravan, where I may wash?' Carnelian said. Still waiting for Osidian to answer, the youth ignored him so that Carnelian took him by the arm. 'Show me.'
Pulling his arm free, Ravan scowled, but he led Carnelian towards the trunk of the cedar where a large earthenware jar was wedged between the roots. Ravan plucked one of the leather bowls lying flattened against the tree and, opening it, set it down by the jar. He grated the lid off, took a ladle that hung above it, dipped it in and began to fill the bowl. When this was half full he hung up the ladle and then turned to Carnelian his hands on his hips. 'Do you need help?'
Carnelian shook his head. 'Go join your kin.'
It irritated him when he saw Ravan ignore him again and go straight back to Osidian in the hollow. Carnelian scooped up some water from the bowl and rubbed it over his face and neck. His fingers touching his scar increased his irritation. He had betrayed Akaisha already by lying to her. Glancing back he saw Osidian sitting up talking to Ravan. He wondered if it could be jealousy that made him uneasy about their relationship. He dismissed the thought. There were more important things to worry about, chief amongst these finding a way to encourage Osidian to accept life among the Ochre.
Carnelian poured the remaining water over his feet, folded the bowl and leant it back against the trunk. He stood for a moment listening to the murmur of talk, to the laughter coming from the other side of the tree. He began the walk round. His stomach churned as the hearth came into sight. Perhaps thirty people of all ages were sat on the two roots that enclosed the hearth hollow: the men and boys with their backs to him on one root, facing the women and girls sitting in a row along the other. Smoke was rising from the uphill end of the hollow. As he approached boldly they all turned to look at him. Akaisha was sitting uphill where the two roots met in a fork. She motioned him round to enter their gathering at the downhill end of the hollow. He had to walk past the men's backs. The further down their line he went, the younger they became. At the end sat an infant whose legs did not reach the ground. Carnelian circled him, aware of the boy's gaping stare, stepped over the root and came to stand at the open end of the hollow under the full pressure of their scrutiny. They were ranged up the slope: men on his left; women on his right. On the other side of the fire, Akaisha gave him a nod of encouragement. As she rose he felt the release as all heads turned towards her.
'I have decided to adopt the two Standing Dead into our hearth.'
This news was greeted with shocked expressions, none more so than Fern's. Whin was glowering at Akaisha but the matriarch ignored her.
Treat them with courtesy. They themselves have suffered grievously at the hands of their kind and we're in their debt for the kindness they showed our hearthkin.'
This one is called 'Carnie',' she said, causing them all to turn back to look at him. She proceeded to introduce them one by one. He nodded, making sure to look into the eyes of each, struggling to pronounce their names and follow the ways in which they were related to each other. On her left three sisters sat looking much alike, of whom one was Whin; opposite them and on Akaisha's right, their husbands. The introductions moved down the benches on either side, introducing the daughters of the three sisters, two of whom had children on their laps and, sitting across from them, their husbands. Akaisha turned her attention back to the woman's root to point out a daughter of her own who also had an infant, with her young husband sitting facing her. The last young woman, who was clutching a baby, Akaisha introduced as Sil, Whin's daughter.
'She holds our grand-daughter,' Akaisha said, gazing at Sil's child with adoration. She looked at Fern, who was beaming at her.
'My son, who is Sil's husband, of course you know already.'
The news that Fern had a wife and child came as a shock to Carnelian. As Akaisha continued pointing, rattling off the names of the dozen or so children, he tried to hide his confusion by giving his attention to each in turn. They gaped at him as if he were a talking aquar.
'Have I forgotten anyone?' Akaisha asked, smiling.
People shook their heads.
'Well, let's eat then.'
