"I will not sit with this dog."
"Fwar, sit down. Do not try my patience."
Fwar considered it long, and sullenly sank down at the fireside, his cousins with him.
"You ask too much of me," Vanye muttered.
"Have peace with them," Roh said. "On your word to me: this is part of it."
He inclined his head sullenly, looked up at Fwar. "Under Roh's peace, then."
"Aye," Fwar answered gracelessly, but Vanye gave it no more belief than he would have given Hetharu's word… less, if possible.
"I will tell you why you will keep peace," Roh said. "Because we are all about to perish, between the khaland the marshlanders. Because that-"He hooked a gesture over his shoulder to the wall which concealed the Gate, and the glances that went that way were uncomfortable. "– Thatis a thing that will drive us mad if we stay here. And we need not. Must not."
"Where, then?" Fwar asked, and Vanye set his jaw and stared at the mat to conceal his own startlement. He was afraid, suddenly, mind leaping ahead to unavoidable conclusions; he trusted nothing that Roh did, but he had no choice but to accept it. Fwar was the alternative; or the others.
"Nhi Vanye has a certain usefulness," Roh said softly. "He knows the land. He knows Morgaine. And he knows his chances in this camp."
"And with the likes of them,"Vanye said, and there was almost a dagger drawn, but Roh snatched up his sheathed longsword and thrust it at Trin's middle, stopping that with cold threat.
"Peace, I say, or none of us will live to get clear of this camp… or survive the journey afterward."
Fwar motioned at Trin, and the dagger went back solidly into its sheath.
"There is more than you think at stake," Roh said. "That will become clear later. But prepare for a journey. Be ready to ride tonight."
"The Shiua will follow."
Follow they may. You have itched for killing them. You will have your chance. But my cousin is another matter. Keep your knives from his back. Hear me well, Fwar i Mija. I need him, and so do you. Kill him, and the Shiua will be on one side and the folk of this land on the other, and that is a position no better than we have now. Do you understand me?"
"Aye," Fwar said.
"Start seeing to things quietly. As for me, I am not involving myself in any of your preparations. The Shiua have been urging me to send you out on a certain mission; if you are challenged, say that you are going. And if you stir up trouble-well, avoid it. Go to it."
They gathered themselves up. Vanye did not look at them, but stared into the fire, and glanced up only when he had beard the last of them walk away.
"Whom do you betray, Roh? Everyone?"
Roh's dark eyes met his. "All but you, my cousin."
he mockery chilled. He looked down again, unable to meet that stare, which challenged him to doubt, and to do something about it.
I will go with you."
And guard my back?"
e glared at Roh.
It is from Fwar that I need most guarding, cousin. I will guard you, and you, me-when Fwar and his folk hold watch during the night. One of us will be awake, and seem asleep."
You have been planning this journey-from the hour you took me from Hetharu."
Aye. I could not leave the Gate before, for fear of Morgaine. Now I cannot stay here, for fear of her… now I know what I needed to know; and you will aid me, Nhi Vanye i Chya. I am going to Morgaine."
Not with my guidance."
I have run out of allies, cousin. I shall go to her. It is possible that she is dead; and then we shall see-we two-what e shall do then. But she does not die easily, the witch of Aenor-Pywn. And if she lives, well, I shall take my chances with her all the same."
Vanye nodded slowly, a tautness in his stomach.
`You want your chance at Fwar," Roh said. "Be patient."
"Weapons."
"You will have them. Your own; I gathered everything back that the Hiua had of yours. And I will splint that knee of yours. You cannot bear the ride we must make, otherwise. There are clothes there… better than the Hiua rags you and I will have to wear to ride out of here."
He edged over to the bundle that Roh pointed out, gathered up his own boots, and what else he needed, and dressed: they were of a size, he and Roh. He avoided looking at Roh, holding what he did in his mind: Roh knew he meant to turn on him; Roh knew,by his own clear warning, and yet armed him. And there was no sense in it that pleased him, nothing.
Roh rested in the corner against the grass wall, staring at him from half-lidded eyes. "You do not believe me," Roh observed.
"No more than the devil."
"Believe this at least: that out of this camp you trust me and keep your pledge to me, or Mija Fwar will have both our skins. You can bring me down… but I promise you it will not profit you."
The commotion did not die away. It rose up again within the hour, and Trin thrust his head inside the shelter and hung there against the doorway, hard-breathing. "Fwar says get ready now. No waiting until dark. There is talk now of coming up here. The marshlanders want him,slow-cooked; him they could have, for my opinion… but if they once pass those guards, with the khalon this side-well– If you want those horses brought through, we have a chance of doing it now, quick, while they talk down there; when it gets to more than talk, we have no hope of doing it."
"Get to it," Roh said.
Trin spat in Vanye's direction, and left. Vanye sat still, his breathing choked with anger.
"How long will we need them?" he asked then.
"You may have to endure worse than that." Roh threw a bundle of cloth at him; he caught it, but did nothing more, blind with anger. "I mean it, cousin; armed you may be, but you will do nothing. You gave me a pledge, and I assume you will keep it. Smother that Nhi temper of yours and keep your head down. Leave your avenging to me until the time comes… act the part of an ilinto the letter. You still remember how, do you not?"
He was shaking, and expelled several short breaths. "I am not yours."
"Be so for a few days. Bitter days. But by that means you may survive them, .and so may I; and your surviving them… does that not serve her!"
That argument shot home. "I will do it," he said, and started pulling on the Hiua garments over his own; Roh did likewise.
There were two more bundles. Roh gave one to him, and it was incredibly heavy. "Your armor," Roh said. "All your belongings, as I promised. Here is your sword." And he unwrapped that and tossed it over, belt and all. Vanye set down the other and buckled it only about his waist, for to fasten it at the shoulder spoiled the Hiua garments and galled his wounds. Roh looked less Hiua than he, he reckoned, for Roh's hair was twisted at the nape in the warrior's knot, in the fashion of a hall-lord of Andur, and Roh was cleanshaven. His own face, bruised as it was, had not known a razor in days; and his hair, shorn in his loss of honor, had grown shoulder-length and a little beyond: usually that was held from his face by helm or coif, but now it went where it would, and he let it, which hid some of his bruises. He considered the bearing of the Hiua, and assumed in his mind their gracelessness, their hangdog manner: there was a nakedness in the prospect of going outside the shelter that chilled the blood in him.
Roh gathered up his own weapons, chiefest of which was a fine Andurin bow; the shafts his quiver carried were mostly long, green-fletched Chya arrows. He had the bone-handled Honor-blade at his belt, and bore sword and axe as well, the latter for the saddle. Hall-lord,Vanye thought in vexation; he cannot seem anything else.
And when the horses came thundering to the front of the shelter, with the shouts of Men audible in the distance, there was Roh's tall black mare, conspicuous among the smaller Shiua mounts: no hope of concealment; the alarm was surely passed… Chya wildness-Vanye cursed it aloud, and flung himself for the saddle of the bow-nosed sorrel allotted him,… cursed again as the leg shot fire up the inside when he threw it over. He shook the hair from his eyes and looked up-saw a cluster of khalurriders bearing down on them from the center of the camp.
"Roh!" he shouted.
Roh saw it, wheeled the black mare about and plunged through the Hiua, drawing them face-about, nigh forty riders, Hiua and a scattering of renegade marshlanders.
"We will shake them from our heels," Roh cried. "There is no luck for them in this direction."-For they were headed for the sprawl and clutter of the human camp, where a thin row of demon-helms manned the barricade, barring the way of trouble coming out of it.
The guards saw them coming, hesitated in confusion. Roh drew rein, shouted an order to open the barricade, and Hiua sprang down to do it-Roh passed at the least opening, and Vanye stayed with him, raking his leg on the barrier: it was all too quick, the guards without orders, not resisting. More Hiua poured through, and they plunged for the midst of the human camp at a dead gallop, aimed for the mob gathered there.