"About," Laurel said. "We're over the scurvy now-thank you for telling us about the rose hips!-but: it's one thing after another. All our stored fruit going bad was just the last of it; and we spend so much time hiding, and we lost six people the last time the gangs raided us: "
"We'll help," Jumper said soothingly. She looked down at her notes. "I think that your problem is basically a skills shortage and sheer lack of enough numbers to defend yourselves, rather than resources or effort. You've certainly been working hard enough, and you're producing enough food, just, but it's keeping it that's the problem, between bandits and wastage."
Silence stretched. "Well," Juniper said at last, "we're certainly willing to welcome you to our clan, if you'd rather join us than the McClintocks: "
"Oh, thank the Goddess," Laurel said, and her eyes brimmed over. "You've been helping us for years, and I feel so-"
Judy bent to put an arm around her shoulders. Juniper made soothing noises while she smiled to herself; the High Priestess of Wolf-Star wasn't nearly as much of a tartar as you'd think from the way she talked sometimes. Sally handed her a handkerchief and filled her a cup of chamomile tea.
When Laurel could go on, Juniper did as welclass="underline" "This is going to be a major effort, relocating your people. You do understand you have to move? We can't possibly have an outlier south of Eugene, it's just too far away-and too dangerous."
Not to mention how Corvallis and half a dozen others would howl at our annexing more territory. Can't have more quarrels: especially not with the Protector watching.
Laurel nodded. "It's: well, it's hard to abandon so much work, but it just wasn't working anymore. I thought we'd pull through, after the first year-those seeds you gave us saved us-but now: I think the only reason the bandits haven't killed us all is because they want us to be there to steal from next year."
" Eugene 's a problem," Chuck said, speaking for the first time since the meeting started. "We, all the honest valley communities, are going to have to do something about it. If the scum working out of there ever get a leader, we could be in real trouble: The MacGregors would help, and the McClintocks, and some of the towns and neighborhoods down Ashland way. When the Protectorate isn't distracting us, we'll have to see about an expedition."
Which may not be for years, or in our lifetimes: if the Protectorate doesn't destroy us in the interim, Juniper thought grimly, then brought her mind back to the business at hand.
"This is about the best time of year, the next two months," she said. "We've enough to spare from essential work now to give you a guard to get you safe up here."
Chuck nodded. "We might get Astrid's Rangers in on it." A grin: "Pardon me, the Dunedain Rangers."
Laurel looked impressed. "The: Astrid Larsson? And the Dunedain?"
Juniper nodded solemnly. "And Eilir."
"Can we get the tartan we'll need?" Laurel said, looking over at the loom. "For the kilts: "
Juniper winced slightly. "That's not a: ummm, maximum priority, really," she said.
Dennis, go n'ithe an cat thu is! she thought. And may that moggy eat you raw, with mustard! launching her exasperation like a mental spear at the one who'd come up with the fashion. Although: be what you want to seem, the sage said. It will probably make them feel better to look like the rest of us.
"We'll see what we can arrange," she said, and tapped a point on the map. "I think there, on Courtney Creek, would the best place for your folk to settle. It's only ten miles from Sutterdown and about thirty from here; I'll have you shown around it. There's plenty of good land vacant there, isn't there?"
Chuck closed his eyes for a moment, calling up information, before he answered:
"Yes, any amount, and first quality light loam with good natural drainage; if you planted shoelaces there, they'd sprout. There's even some orchard-it won't bear much this year, too neglected, but it could be reconditioned, pruned and cleaned out this winter. Apart from that, there's the vineyard Brannigan in Sutterdown claimed, he's done some real work on that so it's his, of course, but I imagine he'll be happy to have people closer he can get to help bring in his grapes. There's a convenient old farmstead with good wells we can use as a core for a new dun, still mostly intact, even the windows. We'll have to put up a windmill and water tank for starters."
"How's Alex fixed for time?" Juniper asked. "They'll need palisades, too, and then there'll be houses and barns, worksheds: "
Chuck's younger brother Alex had been a house-builder before the Change. Now he was the Clan's inspector of fortifications, and still built houses. There were a lot of vacant ones, but they were usually in the wrong places and useful mainly as a source of materials and fittings-Sutterdown was the only town in the Mackenzie territories that was still occupied, and the pre-Change farmsteads were all too scattered. They'd have to requisition draft horses and ox teams:
But everyone will be glad to have someone plugging that gap, she thought. The new dun would cover the approaches nicely. Plus the extra hands. Always more work around than we can do with the people we've got.
"Alex is busy like you wouldn't believe with getting the Sutterdown town wall finished, but I'll tell him to draw up some plans." Chuck looked at the map. "That's close to the Ward Butte sentry station anyway. Not too hard to keep an eye on."
Juniper looked back at Laurel. "Now, we're going to have to loan you a good deal of equipment, stock and tools," she said. "You understand, Laurel, I can't just give it to your people; mine have worked too hard to make and grow what we're talking about. It'll be some years before you can pay it all off, pay it with work and a share of your harvest: "
Laurel nodded wryly. "I understand, Lady Juniper. You do think the vote will go through your assembly?"
"Oh, yes," Juniper said. "I'm quite certain. Everyone-everyone suitable-who joins us is like another baby born, another candle in the night. Now, we'll also have to think about training and apprenticeships: some of your people apprenticing to our craftsfolk: although you've got some excellent carpenters, I must say, and that'll help immensely, but you also need someone about the dun who knows basic smithing, to repair tools without losing too much time."
Those two young couples from Sutterdown working for Sam could settle with you, for starters, she thought. They'll do nicely, plus Sam says they've three really decent archers among 'em, and there are a few others who 're ready to start their own crofts or take up full-time trades.
"And you'll all have to think about which sept you'd prefer to join-that'll take meditation, you'll want to hold a Circle: in fact, perhaps my Maiden, Sally, could give you some pointers."
Judy opened her mouth and then shut it again; she might be a purist, but she could see this wasn't the time for another of her who-gets-into-what-sept talks. There were times when Juniper thought she'd be happier in a hypothetical First Congregational Church of Wicca, Calvinist, sitting around with the church elders discussing whether an applicant was truly of the elect.
"Could: could we use your nemed here?" Laurel said eagerly.
The Singing Moon's sacred wood had been famous among Oregon 's pagans long before the Change. Now the name trailed numinous clouds.
"Surely," Juniper said, smiling. The wood deserves its fame, even if I don't. "And another near where you'll be settling, to find the right place for your covenstead. Beltane would be perfect for that; new beginnings and fruitfulness, after all. There'll be a festival of dedication at Sutterdown this Beltane anyway."