Here’s something I can share without too many spoilers. Amuhan Arsah is the Strategos (General) of Susa for the Marqashian League. He’s unifying the tribes of Kidwy behind him before he marches on their shared enemy. It isn’t always a pleasant march. đ
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If I would have been forced to describe the last dayâs march on Trystwy in a single word, it wouldâve been âswarmed.â Never have I seen so many ways to be attacked by relentless, blood-sucking insects. Leeches waited in the swamps our march skirted. Mosquitoes and black-winged moths both descended on us in fast-moving clouds, as maddening as Shahrak Horse Archers. Even Shayla, whose ebullient mood had proven infectious since joining us, frowned and muttered, âKhepra Himself must have planted His seed in this bog.â
As a third mass of bugs appeared, thick enough to conceal the sun, Tiernan dismounted from his horse snarled, âErebus take this!â
âRun faster!â Spiros taunted. âMaybe we can use you as bait!â
When Tiernan arrived at the bank, he didnât dive into it, instead he reached into the mud with both hands and slathered it over his exposed arms and face. Clumps rolled down his short beard and tumbled back into his hands. The Thunderbolts hooted, but Shayla leaned forward on her pony like a cat being teased until its rump raises and wiggles. He returned to the ranks with a wide, lips-sucked-in grin that resembled a matronâs toothless effort. Even I found it impossible not to shake my head at the bard.
He had the last laugh, for as the bugs feasted on us, he rode through them without so much as a flick of the finger. When next we passed a spring with sufficient bank, half the host dove for the mud. I found myself tempted to join them, but as Strategos, my duty was to bear every burden without flinching. No matter how trivial it might seem. So I contented myself with swatting those insects that slipped beneath my hood or up the sleeves. With the low shoulders of Shaylaâs gown, I knew that she had to be suffering worse, despite her cloak. So I cleared enough space with a hand for me to talk. Then I asked, in a tone I thought gentle, âIâm assuming Tiernanâs remedy is part of your folklore. So why didnât you avail yourself to it, Shayla?â
She turned up her nose at me and harrumphed, turning her pony around and disappearing into the ranks behind as I gaped until a moth found its way to my tongue. That cost me much in military decorum. Tiernan covered his mouth and chortled. âThe Chief didnât lie when he said taming that one is like saddling the wind. Be thankful sheâs infatuated with you.â
I feigned a blink as we resumed our march. âWhat convinces you she is?â
âGods Amuhan!â His chest quivered. âHer eyes never leave you. Even now, she watches your back. Her hand âaccidentallyâ finds yours whenever it can, and brushes your arm or leg when it canât.â
I tucked my head further into my cloak to hide my blush as another cluster of dried mud fell from the bardâs smirking face. âBut you knew this already. Because while most Gods have favored you, Telas did not. Youâre no better lying than the child caught with a chunk of bread from the oven.â
Snickering, I looked back at Shayla. Her head turned and dipped, like she was unaware of where I was. But before I returned my gaze to the road, her golden eyes belied the claim of disinterest. âYes I did know,â I affirmed. âThough hearing you say it encourages me. One never is quite certain if a manâs heart isnât playing tricks on him when it comes to the affection of a woman. Still, thereâs something strange about her family.â
My bannermanâs face narrowed into a line. So I leaned a hand on my knee. âLet me guess: You know because it echoes the story about why you left your motherâs people?â
Tiernan winced. âIâd hoped you hadnât seen my reaction to your analogy.â
âI did, comrade.â
After glancing over his shoulder to ensure Shaylaâs pique hadnât passed yet, the bard said, âLord Amuhan, Iâll tell you my story. Itâs up to her to tell you how close it is to her own. But Iâm certain the same law is involved.â
âWhat law is this?â I drummed a finger on my thigh. Then flicked at another mosquito.
âOur people have a custom when duels are fought. To prevent retaliation, the victor must take the surviving spouse and any children from into their own family.â His eyes flicked to Shayla again.
âThat explains why she and Carii are so different in temperament and looks.â I stroked my chin. âSo the Chief became her husband to guard the daughter. And she took up her training because Shayla possesses talent as well.â
âProbably,â Tiernan conceded. âI was accepted among the Lexovi because of my Motherâs talent. She had birthed me before becoming Beien Ciall to them. But another challenged and defeated her. All such duels are to the death. If there isnât a death blow, the victor carves out the loserâs heart. â He paused and cleared his throat, and I glimpsed a sheen over the big manâs eyes.
âAnd by law, you had a new mother,â I finished.
He nodded grimly. âUnderstand, that most of the time, such âadoptionsâ go well enough. However, in my case she didnât want a âhalf-breedâ for a son. Now I became an outside in truth. And if a boarâs tusks were laced with poison, would any think to look before I died?â
âNo, theyâd never know,â I replied with a shake of the head. âTheyâd assume you succumbed to the wounds. So how did youâ?â
âIâm not a bard because I have a strong voice and love to collect stories that can be put to song,â he answered dryly. âMother taught me much of herblore and natural remedies. She also taught me a good deal about ritual magics.â
My eyes rounded. âWhy didnât you say this when Toi was poisoned?â
Tiernan shook his head. âYou forget, he walked away. We thought it little more than a scratch. It wasnât until the Priestess couldnât heal him that she even thought to look for poison. By then, Toi was already dead. Besides, the chemist seemed to do a thorough enough work in identifying it. And I had never seen it before either.â
I closed my eyes and remembered the yellow ball and black bile extracted from his body. The bones broken from convulsions and contorted expression on his face as the poison killed him. There wasnât a pit in Erebus deep enough for his murderer. And I wasnât certain the order to kill me had come from Davos either. âI appreciate you telling me this, Tiernan. It couldnât have been easy.â
âIâve gone this far in disclosing the ways of Motherâs people,â the bard said with a deep frown. âYou should know, even if Shayla were Cariiâs birth daughter, eventually the two would become rivals. And only one could remain in the tribe.â
I hung my head. Rain Dancer sensed my distress, mincing his steps as I looked over first one shoulder, and then the other for the wilder woman. I caught a glimpse of her blond mane near Captain Spiros at the front of the Hundred Hands. A stab of jealousy pricked my side, though if I had been the newcomer, Iâd be as curious as Shayla to learn of the new cultures.
âThe condor was hers? Or Cariiâs?â
âHers,â Tiernan answered without hesitation. âSheâs the curious one. And the birds are already bound to her arms.â
I pivoted and made an interrogative grunt. He shook his head. âNow I am getting perilously close to discussing secrets Mother made me swear Iâd never share. If she wishes, Shayla will explain herself.â
With a sigh, I answered, âFor an explanation, this isnât helping me understand her very much.â
Tiernan chuckled. âLord Amuhan, I may be a bard. And I certainly know the ways to woo women. But Iâve never made claim to understand them.â
I laughed so hard, I nearly swallowed a mosquito.
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