While Utaiba fetched Lander's belongings, Sa'ar pushed the scorched remains of the Zhentarim assassins out the gap they had sliced in the khreima, then returned and carried away Bhadla's spindly body. The young widow spent the time stitching the gap closed. By now, Ruha knew, word of the assassination attempt had spread to all of the tribal camps, and she did not want any curious warriors peeking through the hole.
Utaiba returned just as she finished, bearing the single djebira containing Lander's belongings. Ruha went through the bag and extracted Lander's extra clothes, then put the bag aside.
"I shall see you an hour before dawn," the young widow said.
Utaiba said, "I'll send some guards to stand watch tonight."
Ruha shook her head. "Guards will only draw comment," she said. "Better to let the warriors think that Lander is confident of his ability to defeat more assassins."
Sa'ar objected, "But if the Zhentarim try something else-"
"I will deal with them," Ruha interrupted.
"If you are awake, yes. But what happens if you fall asleep?" This time, the questioner was Utaiba.
Ruha pointed at Qoha'dar's spellbook. "I'll be too busy to sleep," she said, ushering the sheikhs toward the exit. "Find out how the Zhentarim escaped their hole. I'll see you before dawn."
"As you wish," Sa'ar answered, stepping outside.
After the sheikhs left, the widow pored over Qoha'dar's spellbook, searching for a way to keep her promise. Finally she found an enchantment that would fulfill her need. Ruha spent the next few hours memorizing the new spell, as well as two others that she thought might prove useful supplements.
When she heard the warriors beginning to stir in Sa'ar's camp, Ruha sensed that the hour of battle was upon them. The widow put Qoha'dar's spellbook away, then took Ajaman's jambiya and slit a hole in the roof of the tent. She enlarged it until the moon cast a silvery light on the carpet covering her lover's corpse.
Ruha kneeled next to the body and pulled the carpet from Lander's head. She looked upon his sallow face for a full minute, fighting to hold back her grief, swearing vengeance on those who had taken his life. Finally she removed her veil and kissed him on the mouth.
Still holding her lips close to those of the dead man, she recited the incantation she had learned earlier that night. As she spoke, Lander's dead features softened, becoming darker and more feminine. The yellow stubble of his beard faded, his skin darkened to a deep sienna, his eyes assumed the almond shape of Ruha's, and his cheekbones grew high and prominent. Within seconds, the witch was looking at her own face. It looked so lifelike it almost seemed she had breathed life back into Lander's body.
A moment later, the vision in her right eye became milky and blurred, then faded to blackness. When she could see only out of her left eye, she knew the transformation was complete. Lander had her face, and she had his.
Ruha removed the Harper's eyepatch and put it over her now-useless eye, then took Lander's spare keffiyeh from his djebira and slipped it onto her head. Within a few minutes, she was dressed head-to-toe in his robes.
Before she could cover Lander's body again, Sa'ar and Utaiba approached, stopping outside the khreima and politely clearing their throats.
"Enter!" Ruha called. The voice issuing from her throat was Lander's, not her own.
Frowning in wary confusion, the two sheikhs obeyed, both stopping a step inside the entrance with their jaws hanging slack.
"Lander?" gasped Sa'ar.
"You look terrible!" added Utaiba. "Your eye is sunken and your skin is the color of a camel's water. Wait, where is-"
"I am Ruha," she announced softly. "I told you that Lander would join the attack." She waved the astonished sheikhs the rest of the way into the tent. "I did not say he would look well."
The sheikhs dropped their eyes from Ruha's face to Lander's body, which still lay in the center of the tent. The corpse now had the young widow's face, which was immodestly exposed. Flushing, Ruha kneeled down and quickly pulled the carpet over Lander.
"What have you done?" gasped Utaiba, still staring at the covered body.
"I don't think you want to know," Ruha answered. Lander's loose robes made her feel awkward, and the fact that she was not wearing a veil gave her the uncomfortable sensation of being naked.
"Not in my worst nightmares," Sa'ar agreed. He forced himself to look back to Ruha.
After a slight shudder, the sheikh began describing the plan he and Utaiba had developed with the other leaders. "We followed the assassins' tracks back to a tunnel that opens in the desert outside the old city," he began. "Apparently, it was an old escape tunnel, in case the ksur was sieged."
"Without doubt, the Zhentarim are guarding it," Utaiba added. "But if we can lull them into thinking we don't know about it, perhaps we can use it to gain entrance to the fortress."
Ruha nodded. "What do you have in mind?" she asked.
Sa'ar smiled enthusiastically. "We will attack the breaches in the wall with a dozen tribes," he said. "Even without the tunnel, this tactic could succeed, for the Zhentarim will be hard pressed to defend all their weak points at once."
"When we make no effort to utilize the tunnel and our attacks on the breaches begin to threaten the fortress, the Zhentarim will have to decide whether to use the men guarding the tunnel to reinforce the walls, or to leave them in place to guard against an attack that might or might not come," Utaiba expounded, speaking as eagerly as Sa'ar. "If they leave the tunnel guards in place, then there will be fewer men fighting at the walls, and that is good. But if they move the guards to the wall-"
"Then it will be better. We will send the last two tribes down the tunnel to attack from inside Orofin," Sa'ar declared. "They will be caught between the anvil and the hammer, as you-er, Lander-would say."
Ruha considered the plan for several moments, then nodded. "I like it," she said. "But everything depends on how well we can press the attack against the breaches. I assume that is where you plan to use my magic?"
"It is the most dangerous place-"
"I have faced danger before, Utaiba" Ruha replied curtly. "Or have you forgotten?"
"We haven't forgotten," Sa'ar said. "But with your magic, we thought you might be more useful attacking from inside Orofin."
"If the attack on the breaches goes poorly, then nobody win attack from inside the fortress," Ruha countered. "There is a more important consideration, though. If the warriors are to fight with all their spirit and not worry about bad omens, they must see Lander in the vanguard."
Utaiba nodded thoughtfully. "And so must the Zhentarim," he agreed. "Otherwise, they'll worry about where the Harper is, and then they won't abandon the tunnel."
Sa'ar regarded the pair for several moments, then finally nodded his accord. "If that is what you think best, then it is decided. Let us go outside and prepare the warriors."
Nineteen
The Bedine were ready to attack. At'ar had just shown her flaxen orb above the horizon, and the goddess's amber light was creeping across the saffron desert. Orofin was surrounded by a dozen tribes, each clustered tightly about its sheikh and waiting two hundred and fifty yards from the fortress's dark walls. Most of the warriors were mounted on their camels, waiting directly in front of the breach they had been assigned to attack.
Two of the tribes were not mounted, however. The khowwans of Utaiba and Didaji waited behind the other tribes on opposite sides of the fortress, their warriors standing next to their camels with impatient expressions on their faces. These two tribes were being held in reserve. They would not join the battle until the Zhentarim began to crumble. Only then would they charge the weak spot. The invaders would either have to respond by drawing their own reserves away from the secret tunnel, or risk having the Bedine punch a hole in their defenses. It was a nuance of the plan that the sheikhs had not originally explained to Ruha, but one of which she thoroughly approved.