Wind Rider's Oath

'And I suppose you're thinking as how this was a tactful, diplomatic way to be handling our little problem?' Bahzell asked in a quiet voice, one eyebrow quirked and his ears half-cocked, when she turned her back on the writhing heckler and strolled casually back up the temple steps to him. He shook his head. 'I'm thinking it may be you're the one to be a mite more careful about 'local sensibilities' and being diplomatic and all.'

'Why?' she asked innocently, while the crowd laughed harder than ever behind her. 'He survived, didn't he?'

Chapter Five

It was raining again, and no mere drizzle this time, either.

It seemed to do an awful lot of that on the Sothoii Wind Plain, Kaeritha thought.

She leaned one shoulder moodily against the deep-cut frame of a tower window, folded her arms across her chest, and stared out across Hill Guard Castle's battlements at the raindrops' falling silver spears. The sky was the color of wet charcoal, swirled by gusty wind and lumpy with the weight of rain not yet fallen, and the temperature was decidedly on the cool side. Not that it wasn't immensely preferable to the bone-freezing winter she'd just endured.

Thunder rumbled somewhere above the cloud ceiling, and she grimaced as a harder gust of wind drove a spray of rain in through the open window. She didn't step back, though. Instead, she inhaled deeply, drawing the wet, living scent of the rain deep into her lungs. There was a fine, stimulating feel to it, despite the chill-one that seemed to tingle in her blood-and her grimace faded into something suspiciously like a grin as she admitted the truth to herself.

It wasn't the rain that irritated her so. Not really. As a matter of fact, Kaeritha rather liked rain. She might have preferred a little less of it than the West Riding had received over the past several weeks, but the truth was that this rain was simply part and parcel of the real cause of her frustration. She should have been on her way at least two weeks ago, and instead she'd allowed the rain to help delay her travel plans.

Not that there hadn't been enough other reasons for that same delay. She could come up with a lengthy list of those, all of them entirely valid, without really trying. Helping Bahzell and Hurthang steer the Hurgrum Chapter safely through the rocks and shoals of Sothoii public opinion, for example . . . or impressing the error of their ways on the local bigots. Those had certainly been worthwhile endeavors. And so had lending her own presence as another, undeniably human, champion of Tomanak to Bahzell's diplomatic mission. Unfortunately, she had to admit that however useful her efforts might have been, they were scarcely indispensable. No, her 'reasons' for continually postponing her departure were beginning to turn into something entirely too much like 'excuses' for her taste. Which meant that, rain or no rain, it was time she was on her way. Besides-

Her thoughts broke off as a tall, red-haired young woman rounded the passageway corner with a hurried stride that was just short of a trot. The newcomer, who came to an abrupt halt as she caught sight of Kaeritha, was both young and quite tall, even for a Sothoii noblewoman. At fourteen, she was already at least six feet tall- taller than Kaeritha herself, who was considered a tall woman, by Axeman standards-and she was also beginning to show the curves of what promised to be an extraordinarily attractive womanhood.

Her expression was a curious blend of pleasure, half-guilt, and semi-rebellion . . . and her attire of the moment was better suited to a second under groom than an aristocratic young lady, Kaeritha thought wryly. She wore a worn pair of leather trousers (which, Kaeritha noted, were becoming more than a bit too tight in certain inappropriate places) under a faded smock which had been darned in half a dozen spots. It also showed several damp patches, and there were splashes of mud on the girl's riding boots and the thoroughly soaked poncho hanging over her left arm.

'Excuse me, Dame Kaeritha,' she said quickly. 'I didn't mean to intrude on you. I was just taking a shortcut.'

'It's not an intrusion,' Kaeritha assured her. 'And even if it were, unless I'm mistaken, this is your family's home, Lady Leeana. I imagine it's appropriate for you to wander about in it from time to time if it takes your fancy.'

She smiled, and Leeana grinned back at her.

'Well, yes, I guess,' the girl said. 'On the other hand, if I'm going to be honest about it, the real reason I'm taking a shortcut this time is to stay out of Father's sight.'

'Oh?' Kaeritha said. 'And just how have you managed to infuriate your father so badly that you find it necessary to avoid his wrath?'

'I haven't infuriated him at all . . . yet. But I'd like to get back to my quarters and changed out of these clothes while that's still true.' Kaeritha cocked her head, her expression questioning, and the girl shrugged. 'I love Father, Dame Kaeritha, but he gets, well, fussy if I sneak out to go riding without half a dozen armsmen clattering around behind me.' She made a face. 'And he and Mother are both beginning to insist that I ought to dress 'as befits my station.' ' This time she rolled jade-green eyes with a martyred sigh, and Kaeritha was hard put not to chuckle.

'However annoying it may be,' she said instead, with commendable seriousness, 'they probably have a point, you know.' Leeana looked at her skeptically, and Kaeritha shrugged. 'You are the only child of one of the four most powerful nobles of the entire Kingdom,' she pointed out gently, 'and men like your father always have enemies. You'd make a powerful weapon against him in the wrong hands, Leeana.'

'I suppose you're right,' Leeana conceded after a moment. 'I'm safe enough here in Balthar, though. Even Father's willing to admit that, when he isn't being stuffy just to make a point! And,' she added in a darker tone, 'it's not as if I'm not a weapon against him anyway.'

'I don't think that's exactly fair,' Kaeritha said with a quick frown. 'And I'm certain that's not how he thinks of it.'

'No?' Leeana gazed at her for several seconds, then gave her head a little toss that twitched her long, thick braid of damp golden-red hair. 'Maybe he doesn't, but that doesn't really change anything, Dame Kaeritha. Do you have any idea how many people want him to produce a real heir?' She grimaced. 'The entire King's Council certainly goes on at him enough about it whenever he attends!'

'Not the entire Council, I'm sure,' Kaeritha objected, her eyes widening slightly as she sensed the true depth of bitterness Leeana's normally cheerful demeanor concealed.

'Oh, no,' Leeana agreed. 'Only the ones who don't have sons they think are just the right age to marry off to the heir to Balthar and the West Riding. Or don't think they're still young enough for the job themselves- they can hardly wait to get their greasy little paws on me.' She grimaced in disgust. 'All the rest of them, though, use it as an excuse to go on at him, gnawing away at his power base like a pack of mongrels snarling at a leashed wolfhound.'

'Is it really that bad?' Kaeritha asked, and Leeana looked surprised by the question. 'I may be a champion of Tomanak, Leeana,' Kaeritha said wryly, 'but I'm also an Axewoman, not a Sothoii. Tomanak!' She laughed. 'As far as that goes, I'm only even an Axewoman by adoption. I was born a peasant in Moretz! So I may be intellectually familiar with the sorts of machinations that go on amongst great nobles, but I don't have that much first-hand experience with them.'

Leeana appeared to have a little difficulty with the idea that a belted knight-and a champion of Tomanak, into the bargain-could be that ignorant of things which were so much a part of her own life. And she also seemed surprised that Kaeritha seemed genuinely interested in her opinion.

'Well,' she said slowly, in the voice of one manifestly attempting to be as fair-minded as possible, 'it probably does seem even worse to me than it actually is, but it's bad enough. You do know how Sothoii inheritance laws work, don't you?'

'That much I have down, in general terms, at least,' Kaeritha assured her.

'Then you know that while I can't legally inherit Father's titles and lands myself, they'll pass through me as heir conveyant to my own children? Assuming he doesn't produce a son after all, of course.'

Kaeritha nodded, and Leeana shrugged.

'Since our enlightened customs and traditions won't permit a woman to inherit in her own right, whatever