'You know Itrac Chazen,' she chided Safar playfully. 'Chazen Saril introduced her to us all at Redigal Coron's New Year celebrations.'
'Of course,' Safar replied, his frank gaze examining Itrac with a lasciviousness that prompted identical scowls from Telouet and Birut. 'Forgive me,' he purred.
'We all forget the most obvious things,' Janne went on soothingly. 'With the heat so late in the dry season such a sore trial.'
Even with that none so subtle hint, no invitation to sit was forthcoming. Kheda turned to an arbour of climbing roses falling in a shower of blood-red blooms. 'Janne, do smell these. They are wonderful.'
Janne joined him and sniffed, her expression delighted. 'Indeed. Their attar must be something quite special.' She lifted a velvety bloom with a careful hand and as it hid her mouth, spoke for Kheda's ears alone. 'Surely Safar won't be so discourteous as to keep us standing much longer?'
'He does seem keen to show us our place from the outset.'
Just what is that place, I wonder and do we need to work out an early escape route?
As Kheda wondered, he heard voices echoing in the passage leading to this scented sanctuary. This time the lackey escorted the guests into the garden. 'Rits—'
'I see we're not standing on ceremony, good.' Ritsem Caid spoke over the servant with broad good humour but Kheda saw the calculation in his eyes.
What makes you so bold, that you re not about to let Safar make such distinctions between his guests?
'Great lord.' Kheda held out both hands and Caid grasped them firmly. The two men were much of a height and similarly built, years of swordplay building adequate muscle over long bones. Caid wore his curly hair long and braided close to his scalp, his exuberant beard tamed in a single plait. His hazel eyes met Kheda's green ones for a moment and the silent pledge of alliance there warmed Kheda's heart.
Dropping Kheda's hands, the Ritsem warlord turned to Janne and bowed low. 'My lady of Daish, beautiful as always.'
Janne smiled sunnily at him and stretched a hand out to Itrac.
'We need no introduction, do we, my lady of Chazen.' Ritsem Caid bowed almost as low as he had to Janne. 'I only wish we were meeting again under better stars. I offer my condolences and those of all of my wives.'
Belatedly, Kheda realised that Caid had only his personal slave and a few servants in attendance. 'Are we not to have the pleasure of their company?'
'Taisia is with me,' Caid answered easily, 'but the others felt it their duty to stay close to home in such uncertain times.' He smiled at Itrac before snapping his fingers to summon an armoured man from the knot of Ritsem retainers. 'Trya and Ri have sent you a gift though, in remembrance of Olkai who was their sister before she became yours. This is Jevin. Ganil speaks well of him.'
The Ritsem warlord's personal slave smiled broadly. 'I'd let him serve any lady of our domain.'
Itrac was struggling to find a suitable response so Janne spoke up brightly. 'How kind. Ulla Safar, since we're not standing on ceremony, I'll beg your indulgence and we'll go and thank Taisia.' She snapped her fingers at one of the sweating Ulla servants hovering by the summerhouse.
'Tell your mistress Mirrel that we'll attend her just as soon as she sends word she's ready to receive us.' Skirts fluttering about her gold-ringed ankles, Janne swept Itrac out of the garden, Birut and the newcomer Jevin following shoulder to shoulder and in emphatic step.
Janne, my love, you had a hand in that or I am a roof lizard.
Kheda watched them go with a neutral expression to balance Caid's wide grin and Safar's unconcealed glower.
'I do hope the rains come soon. This heat's getting unbearable.' Caid moved into the shade of the summer-house and unbidden sat on a cushion. 'I'm not surprised your guard couldn't tolerate it long enough to do full honour to the Daish domain. You'll forgive them, won't you, Kheda?'
'I assumed they were being ordered to their barracks once their commanders realised just how hot the day was.'
Do I wait for an invitation to sit? No, that's just playing into your fat hands.
Kheda sat opposite Caid; the two of them now flanking Safar on his ochre-brocaded daybed. 'We need every fighting man we can muster, so we don't want half of Ulla's forces prostrate with sunstroke.'
'We have a serious matter before us,' Caid began. He was wearing a blue tunic patterned with hummingbirds, the green of their wings mimicking the emeralds set in his profusion of gold rings and bracelets.
A good omen, that we're both wearing blue.
Kheda took a breath, about to speak, but Safar forestalled him.
'Serious or not, it will have to wait. Redigal Coron has yet to join us.' He didn't sound concerned.
'That surprises me. When he has the least journey of any of us?' Kheda queried mildly.
The mud worm's delaying at Safar's orders of course.
'When is he expected?' Caid didn't hide his displeasure.
'This evening, tomorrow morning perhaps.' Safar waved a casual hand.
'What shall we do in the meantime?' Kheda enquired with studied calm.
Besides finding a quiet moment to hint that you baiting Safar is exactly what I don't need, Caid.
'Improve our acquaintance with each other,' replied Safar with a jovial laugh.
'As you wish.' Caid sounded sceptical. He looked around the summerhouse and the garden. 'Will Orhan be joining us?'
'Orhan?' Safar was surprised. 'Why should he?'
'The education of your heir is your concern, my lord of Ulla.' Caid looked over at Kheda. 'I take it Sirket commands in your absence?'
'With Rekha Daish to guide him,' Kheda confirmed. 'They will relay any word from Chazen Saril. The sooner we know where our enemies lie, the sooner we can plan their destruction.'
'It's a blessing to have a son one can rely on.' The Ritsem warlord seemed intent on other concerns. 'Zorat will be receiving guests from the Endit domain in my stead. Your summons was so urgent I didn't have time to rearrange their visit.'
'It's too hot out here.' Safar snapped his fingers at his body slave, who stepped up to haul the warlord grace-lessly to his feet. 'We'll discuss this uneasiness of yours when Redigal Coron arrives.' He lumbered away and out of the garden, sparing a casual blow for a slave who was a little too slow getting out of his path.
Kheda looked at Caid. 'Don't twist his ears too much. We need him and his men if we're to meet this menace from the south.'
'Maybe, maybe not.' Caid grinned, unrepentant. 'The Ritsem domain can summon doughty warriors.'
'That I don't doubt, but not in the numbers we need, not when all your islands could fit inside this one. Besides, swordsmen need swords, so we need Ulla steel. You've no ironstone.' Then Kheda caught the glint in Caid's eye.
'But we have, my friend.' Caid's grin grew still broader, his even teeth white in the shade.
'Since when?' gaped Kheda.
'Since an enterprising lad went exploring caves in an otherwise useless lump of an island.' Caid turned his head to stare at a humble gardener tending a pink-kissed spray of yellow roses. 'Shall we go and look for some refreshment, given our host is being so unusually remiss in his attentions to us?'
And that spying servant will dutifully carry back that insult. So what else would we like Ulla Safar to chew over?
'Come and take your ease with me and Janne,' Kheda suggested. 'She'll be delighted to see you.'
'Gladly.' Caid sprang to his feet. 'I'd like to talk to her about Endit Fel.'
'I don't know that she'll tell you much you don't already know.' Kheda rose and smoothed his tunic. 'She'd only been wed half a year when Endit Cai died and she was his fifth wife at that.'
'I'll still be interested in anything she recalls about Fel's likes or dislikes,' Caid assured him.