“ I fear the future, Youngest Son. I can’t shake this feeling that war is coming, and soon. If we have to fight, we cannot afford to have our people weakened by illness. The Soldarans have always had an advantage of numbers over us. Without an army at full strength, we haven’t much chance.”
“ We have to believe that somehow, we’ll be all right, Father. What else can we do?” Ashinji rose from his chair. “I’ll leave at first light.” He turned to go.
“ Don’t forget to say goodbye to your mother. I know she’s all wrapped up in this wedding business, but she would kill me if I didn’t insist that you interrupt her for a proper farewell.” Sen smiled wryly.
“ I will, Father,” Ashinji replied. Emerald eyes met gray-green ones in acknowledgment of the unbreakable bonds of love between father and son. “I’ll see you when I return.”
Chapter 10
"Ashiiii!”
The two little girls leapt up from the floor and flung themselves upon their big brother, shrieking with delight. Jena and Mariso were identical twins, the youngest of the Sakehera brood. Twinning was very rare among elves, and the twins themselves were believed to bestow special luck upon their families.
“ Whoa! You’ll knock me down, you demons,” Ashinji cried in mock fear, then burst out laughing as the twins swarmed over him. He scooped up one child under each arm and carried them, giggling and squirming, into the center of the large, open room where two women sat on a low couch, each one bending over something in her hands. The older of the two women looked up, and her handsome face broke into a gentle smile.
“ Mother! Mother! Look who’s here!” the twins shouted in unison.
“ Yes, my pets, I can see perfectly well. You don’t have to carry on so. Do let your brother alone so he can come and greet me properly!” Lady Sakehera held out her hand.
“ All right, monkeys,” Ashinji said, lowering the girls gently to the floor where they collapsed in a giggling heap. He clasped his mother’s warm, strong-fingered hand in his and kissed her tattooed palm. He then bent over and kissed his oldest sister Lani’s cool cheek, and was rewarded by a demure smile.
Lani was tall, like their father, and just blossoming into young womanhood. She possessed an elegant beauty and a calm maturity far beyond her years. Like Ashinji, she, too, found great pleasure in intellectual pursuits, but she also nurtured a serious artistic talent as well. At present, she and her mother were working in tandem on a large piece of needlework. From the look of the fabric and the complexity of the design, Ashinji surmised that they labored over a wedding robe.
“ Come sit by me, Son. Can you stay and talk awhile?” Lady Sakehera asked.
“ Of course, Mother,” Ashinji replied, settling down on the couch beside her.
The twins immediately began clamoring for his attention. “Ashi! Your hair…” cried Jena. Mariso took up the sentence and finished it. “Can we braid it? Pleeeeese?” Ashinji found the children’s exuberance impossible to ignore. Their small bodies hummed with the wild energy of the very young.
“ Well, it’s still wet, but…”
The girls shrieked with glee.
“ Girls, please! Not so loud. Ashinji is not one of your dolls, you know. Maybe he doesn’t want his hair braided just yet.” Lady Sakehera shook her head in reproach, but Ashinji could see how hard she worked to suppress her laughter.
“ All right, monkeys. If you must.” He braced himself as the girls climbed over the side of the couch and wedged themselves in behind his back. One of them produced a comb and began attacking his damp locks with enthusiasm.
“ Maybe after you two are finished with our brother’s hair, you can sit still long enough for me to show you some stitching,” Lani’s tone crackled with wry amusement. Her clever fingers seemed to move impossibly fast for such intricate work. A single bead of perspiration stood out on the fine skin of her forehead.
A set of ceramic wind chimes hanging in the room’s main window tinkled merrily in the warm breeze. Today, the wind came from the southeast, carrying with it the heat it had absorbed during its long journey across the great southern desert.
“ I’m going away for awhile, Mother,” Ashinji said.
“ I know, Son. Your father has told me.”
Ashinji studied his mother’s profile, trying to glean from it a clue to her innermost thoughts, but Lady Amara Sakehera had been well trained. She was a daughter of the House of Naota, the wife and strong right hand of the Commanding General of the king’s army, and a mage of exceptional Talent. If she were fearful over what could happen to her son, she would never show it. Her face remained smooth and calm.
“ I hope I’ll not be away much longer than ten days or so.”
“ Perhaps, when you return, you can tell me what has been troubling you these past few days.” Amara’s eyes, emerald green like her son’s, spoke of her desire to offer wisdom and comfort to her child. Ashinji sighed. He had never been able to hide his troubles or fears from her. She was too highly attuned to the psychic energies of all of her family.
The twins put the finishing touches to his hair, securing their handiwork with a leather thong. One of them gave the braid a playful tug as the two of them scrambled off the couch to go attend Lani. The room rang with their bright chatter as the older girl tried to explain what she was doing.
“ I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about my life,” Ashinji began. He pulled nervously at his service rings, unsure of how to put into words the frustration he felt. He took a deep breath and willed himself to relax. His mother radiated a calm energy, and he allowed his mind to absorb it and use it to ease the flow of his thoughts.
“ I am the second-born child of Sen Sakehera, and because of the order of my birth, the direction of my life was chosen for me. Every second child of each generation of our family has always been given to the military. It’s tradition. No one’s ever questioned it.”
“ Very few of us have the power to choose the direction of our own lives exactly as we would have it, Son,” Amara responded.
“ You did,” Ashinji countered.
Amara sighed and put down her needle. “Lani, take the girls outside and let them run the dogs for awhile,” she said.
Lani’s expression indicated that she understood perfectly well the unspoken reason behind her mother’s directive. Carefully, she laid aside the sleeve she had been working on and gestured to the twins. “Come along, girls. Let’s go and get the dogs. They will be ever so happy to see you,” she said brightly. The twins jumped up eagerly and rushed to the door, Lani following in their wake.
“ My situation was very different from yours, Son,” Amara continued after the girls had departed. “The House of Naota has always been nonconformist. That has been our strength and our weakness. We are a clan of mages, full of eccentricity and madness. My mother never married my father. She chose the practice of magic over the traditional roles of wife and mother. I was raised by my aunts and cousins. When the time came for a choice to be made for my life, neither of my parents had the right anymore to decide what I would become. I was free to make the choice for myself.”
“ You chose to become a mage, like your mother,” Ashinji said.
“ In the beginning, yes. I knew my Talent was strong. There were many things that came easily and naturally to me. I believed for a very long time that there could be no other calling for me. Then, I met your father, and suddenly, my perspective on life changed.”