The boys glanced from the Harper to Ruha, exchanging knowing looks and regarding Lander with suspicious expressions.
"Lead the way," the Harper ordered, upset by the iniquitous assumptions that he guessed were running through the youths' minds.
The boys surrounded the pair and eventually led them into one of the camps at the edge of the lake. As the escort brought Lander and Ruha through the circle of tents, the women and the children stared at the small procession. The children's eyes were round with curiosity, and they were plainly wondering why the pair of strangers was receiving so much attention. The expressions of the women, mostly hidden behind their veils, were harder to read.
Their eyes betrayed both interest and fear, but Lander could not guess why the women were frightened.
The Harper noticed that everything in the camp seemed new and fresh. The khreimas had been recently colored with henna juice and other dyes. They were in such excellent repair that Lander guessed all the tents were newly made, which would only make sense if this was Sa'ar's tribe. The Mahwa had lost all of their khreimas when they fled the Zhentarim at Colored Waters. He was surprised that they had recovered so quickly, however, and wondered if the other tribes had helped them. If so, that was a good sign, for it indicated that the Bedine were already working together.
The procession stopped in front of a large closed tent, around which were gathered dozens of mature warriors. Lander recognized Kabina and a few others from the Mahwa and Raz'hadi, but most of the faces were new to him. Their keffiyehs were decorated in the varying patterns popular in different tribes: red and white checks, solid browns or blacks, green stripes, and many more. Some even wore turbans.
Kabina waved the boys away, then regarded Lander and Ruha with a surly frown. No one said a word, and the gathering remained as silent as the Shoal of Thirst. From inside the tent came the scent of roasted meat and the quiet murmur of polite conversation. Lander's mouth started watering, and he felt his knees grow weak. He took an absent-minded step toward the open khreima, but Kabina held up a restraining hand. "No," he said. "The sheikhs are feasting."
"Tell them we are here," Ruha demanded. "We have had a long journey." Her gaze was fixed on the tent, and the Harper could tell that the smell was having the same effect on her.
Kabina did not lower his hand. "They know," he said.
They waited for several more minutes, straining in vain to hear the muffled words of the sheikhs. Lander had not expected Sa'ar to be overjoyed at seeing him and Ruha, but he had expected a more civil reception. He began to worry that the other sheikhs were resisting the agreement that Sa'ar and Utaiba had made regarding Ruha's magic.
At last, Sa'ar stepped out of the tent, Utaiba and thirteen more sheikhs behind. "So, berrani, you dare set eyes on Elah'zad, the secret paradise of the Bedine?" He addressed Lander alone, ignoring the widow.
"I do," Lander replied. He motioned to Ruha, who was still holding the djebiras containing the spellbook. "We have crossed the Shoal of Thirst and recovered the spellbook of Ruha's mentor, and we have crossed it again to meet you here. Surely, the gods look well upon us."
Sa'ar grunted an acknowledgement.
Ruha interrupted the conversation by sniffing loudly at the air. "What's that peculiar odor?"
Utaiba frowned and stepped to Sa'ar's side. "What odor?"
The widow stepped toward the khreima's entrance. "It's coming from in there," she said, pointing at Sa'ar's tent. "It smells like cooked meat. Perhaps we should go and eat it before something happens to it-though after ten days on the trail, I'd rather drink a bowl of warm camel's blood."
A chorus of laughter rustled through the warriors, and Lander could tell that every one of them had endured similar experiences.
Utaiba grinned sheepishly and laid a hand on Sa'ar's shoulder. "We've forgotten your manners, my friend. Our guests must be fed."
Sa'ar scowled in embarrassment. "Accept my apologies," he said. "All I have is a big buck that my arrow downed yesterday. My wives have spent the morning basting it with honey and spices, but I'm sure it cannot compare to camel's blood."
Lander smiled, relieved that Ruha's joke had lightened the atmosphere. He hoped the change of mood indicated that the cold reception did not mean the other sheikhs were opposing the agreement;.
Sa'ar stepped aside, waving Lander and Ruha toward his tent. "Save some for Kadumi. I'm sure his palate is less demanding than yours."
Lander stopped in his tracks, his hopeful mood deflated. "Kadumi won't be coming."
Sa'ar's face fell. "I was hoping you had decided to leave him with the camels for some reason."
"No," Ruha said, stepping to Lander's side. "He's dead."
"What happened?" demanded Utaiba.
"A Zhentarim assassin killed him," Lander explained. "He died defending me."
Sa'ar frowned, as did Utaiba and several other sheikhs. "An assassin?" he demanded. "How could he follow you across the Shoal of Thirst?"
"The Zhentarim can go wherever we can go," Lander answered. "Don't underestimate them."
"You would have seen him from miles away," Sa'ar protested.
"A party followed us for two days, then disappeared," Ruha supplied. "Kadumi and I thought they had all turned back, but Lander kept glimpsing one who hadn't. We didn't believe him, and the assassin caught us at the Sister of Rains."
"Surely you posted a watch?" asked a sheikh Lander did not know. The man had a heavy brow line and a sour expression.
"He used magic to make himself invisible," Ruha replied.
The sour-faced sheikh rolled his eyes. "Invisible," he scoffed. "Were you attacked by an assassin or a djinn?"
"The Zhentarim can do this, Sheikh Haushi," Utaiba said. "Both Sa'ar and myself have seen it."
Haushi shook his head. "I don't believe it."
Lander took the assassin's ring from his pocket and slipped it on. When he disappeared before their very eyes, both the warriors and the sheikhs gasped and stepped away, automatically reaching for their weapons.
The Harper removed the ring and held it up for the sheikhs to see. "Magic. With it, the Zhentarim can do many things you would think impossible." The Harper turned to Sa'ar. "Kadumi's death grieves us all," he said, hoping to change the subject. "But Ruha and I have survived to bring magic to the Bedine. You conceded that we could only do this with the favor of the gods. Here we are. Will you honor your agreement?"
Sa'ar avoided Lander's gaze, looking toward Utaiba. "We didn't think you'd make it."
"That does not change our agreement," Ruha said.
Lander was surprised at how hard the widow was pressing the issue. Before Kadumi's death, she had seemed more interested in joining him in Sembia than in working to save her people. Now, she appeared positively determined to drive the Zhentarim out of Anauroch.
It was Utaiba who finally answered Ruha. "As far as the Raz'hadi and the Mahwa are concerned, you have proven that the gods favor your magic," the wiry sheikh said. "The other sheikhs are not yet convinced."
"No doubt because you did not bother to tell them of our agreement," Ruha observed.
"True," Utaiba admitted.
"We have convinced all the sheikhs to take the matter before the Mother of the Waters," Sa'ar added defensively. "We will take you and your spellbook to the House of the Moon."
"We agreed to take Ruha's magic only," Haushi interrupted, pointing at the ring in Lander's hand. "We said nothing of Zhentarim magic."