He drowsed at last, found respite in sleep. It did not last. "Cousin," Roh whispered, and shook at him. "Vanye."
A shadow fell across the doorway. One of the khemicrouched in the opening. "You are awake," he said. "Good. Come."
Vanye nodded to Roh's questioning look, and they gathered themselves out of the cramped confines of the tent, stood and blinked in the full daylight outside. There were four arrhendimwaiting there.
"Will Merir see us now?" Vanye asked.
"Perhaps today; we do not know. But come and we shall see to your comfort."
Roh hung back, doubting them. "They can do what they will," Vanye said in his own tongue, and Roh yielded then and came. He limped heavily, loath to be moved anywhere, for he was dizzy and sore; but what he had told Roh was the very truth: they had no choice in the matter.
They came to an ample tent, and entered into it, where sat an old qhalurwoman, robed in gray, who regarded them with bright stern eyes and looked them up and down, sorry as they were and filthy. "I am Arrhel," she said in a voice that cracked with authority. "Wounds I treat, not dirt." She gestured to the young qhalwho stood in the rear corner. "Nthien, take them into the back and deal with what you may; arrhendim,assist Nthien where needful."
The young qhalparted the curtain for them, expecting no argument. Vanye went, pausing to bow to the old woman; Roh followed, and their guard trailed them.
Hot water was already prepared, carried steaming through an opening at the rear of the tent. At Nthien's urging they stripped and washed, even to the hair… Roh must unbind his, which was shame to any man; but so was it to be unwashed, so he only frowned displeasure and did so. Vanye had no such pride left.
The water stung in the wounds, and Vanye felt fever in his which must be dealt with; Nthien saw that at a glance and a touch, and began to make preparations in that direction. Vanye watched him with dread, for there was likely the cautery for the worst of them. Roh's injuries were scant, and a little salve sufficed for him, and a linen bandage to keep them clean; afterward Roh settled, wrapped in a clean sheet, on a mat in the corner, braiding his hair back into the warrior's knot and watching Nthien's preparations with mistrust equal to his own.
"Sit down," Nthien said then to Vanye, indicating the bench where he had set his vessels and instruments. There was no cautery at all. Nthien's gentle hands prepared each wound with numbing salve; some he must open, and he kept the arrhendimcoming and going with instruments to be washed, but there was little pain. Vanye simply shut his eyes and relaxed after a number of the worst were done, trusting the qhal'sskill and kindness. The numbness preceeded from the most painful to the least of his hurts, and afterward there was no bleeding; clean bandages protected them.
Then Nthien examined the knee… called in Arrhel, to Vanye's consternation, who laid her wrinkled hands on the joint and felt it flexing. "Leave the splint off," she said, then touched her hand to his brow, pressed his face between her hands, making him look at her. Regal she was in her aged grace, and her gray eyes were surpassing kind. "You are fevered, child."
He almost laughed in surprise, that she could call him child; but qhallived long, and when he looked into those aged eyes, so full of peace, he thought that perhaps most Men to her years were children. She left them, and Roh gathered himself up off the mat, staring after her with a strangely disturbed expression.
His kind,Vanye thought, and his skin prickled at the thought. Liell's kind… the Old Ones.He was suddenly frightened for Roh, and wanted him quickly out of this place.
"We are done," said Nthien. "Here. We have found you both clean clothing."
The khemioffered it to them… soft, sturdy clothing such as the arrhendimwore, green and brown and gray, with boots and belts of good workmanship. They dressed, and the clean cloth next the skin was itself a healing thing, restoring pride.
Then the arrhendimheld back the curtain and showed them again into Arrhel's presence.
Arrhel was standing at the tripod table which had not been there before. She stirred a cup, which she brought then and offered Vanye. "For the fever. It is bitter, but it will help." She gave him a small leather pouch. "Here is more of it. Once daily as long as the fever lasts, drink this steeped in water, as much as covers the center of your palm. And you must sleep much and ride not at all, nor wear armor on those wounds; and you must have wholesome food and a great deal of it. But it seems that this is not in anyone's plans. The supply is for your journey."
"Journey, lady?"
"Drink the cup."
He did so; it was bitter as promised, and he grimaced as he gave it back to her, uneasy at heart. "A journey to or from where I asked lord Merir to go?"
"He will tell you. I fear I do not know. Perhaps it depends on what you say to him." She took his hand in hers, and her flesh was soft and warm, an old woman's. Her gray eyes looked into him, so that he could not look away.
Then she let him go and turned, sat down in her chair. She set the cup on the tripod table beside her, and looked at Roh. "Come," she said; and he came, knelt when with her open hand she indicated a place before her-hall-lord though he was, he did so-and she leaned forward and took his face between her hands, gazing into his eyes. Long and long she stared, and Roh shut his eyes finally rather than bear that longer.
Then she touched her lips to his brow, and yet did not let him go. "For you," she whispered, "I have no cup to drink. There is no healing that my hands can work. I would that I could."
Her hands fell. Roh thrust himself away and to his feet and came against the warning hand of the khemeiswho kept the door, stopped cold.
Vanye cast a look back at Arrhel, remembered courtesy and bowed; but when the lady then dismissed them, he made haste to take Roh from that place. Roh did not look back or speak, not then nor for a long time after, when they were settled again in their own tent.
Merir sent for them in the afternoon, and they went, escorted by the same several arrhendim.The old lord was wrapped in his feather-cloak, and bore the circlet of gold about his brow; armed Men and qhalwere about him.
Roh bowed to Merir and sat down on the mat; Vanye knelt and performed the full obeisance, and settled as much as he could off his injured leg. Merir's face was grave and stern, and for a long time he was content only to stare at them.
"KhemeisVanye," Merir said at last, "your cousin much troubles what little peace I have found in my mind. What will you that I do with him?"
"Let him go where I go."
"So Arrhel has told you that you are leaving."
"But not where, lord."
Merir frowned and leaned back, folding his hands before him. "Much evil has your lady loosed on this land. Much harm. And more is to come. I cannot wish this away. The wishes of all the folk of Shathan cannot turn this away. Even yet I fear you have not told me all that you know… yet I must heed you." His eyes flicked to Roh and back again. "The ally that you insist to take: would your lady approve him?"
"I have told you how we came to be allies."
"Yes. And yet I think she would warn you. So do I. Arrhel vows she will not sleep soundly for days for his sake, and she warns you. But you will not listen."
"Roh will keep his word to me."
"Will he? Perhaps. Perhaps you know best of all. See that it is so, khemeisVanye. We will go to find your lady Morgaine, and you will go with us… So will he, since you insist; I will reserve my judgment. I have misgivings-for many things in this-but go we shall. Your weapons, your belongings, all are yours again. Your freedom, your cousin's. Only yon must return me assurance that you will ride under my authority and obey my word as law."
"I cannot," Vanye said hoarsely, and turned his scarred palm toward Merir. "This means that I am my lady's servant, no one else's. But I will obey you while obeying you serves her; I beg you take that for enough."
"That is enough."
He pressed his brow to the mat in gratitude, only then daring believe they were free.
"Make ready," Merir said. "We leave very shortly, late in the day as it is. Your belongings will be returned to you."
Such haste was what he himself desired; it was more in an respects than he had dared hope of the old lord… and for an instant suspicion plucked at him; but he bowed again and rose, and Roh stood with him to pay his respect.
They were let out, unguarded, the arrhendimwithdrawn.