Achan laughed. "No, another boy. Short. Round face."
Yumikak grabbed Achan's hand and towed him through the mob of dancers to the perimeter. Sparrow sat on the bottom step of the main stairs. Yumikak abandoned Achan and dragged the wide-eyed Sparrow into a dance.
Achan sat on Sparrow's step and chuckled as Sparrow stood, blushing like a girl, flinching each time Yumikak's braids struck. Another young woman seized Achan's hand and pulled him back into the circle. Not long into the dance, Lady Gali interrupted, giving Achan the pleasure of dancing with a woman taller than him. More of a soldier than a lady, really. Her face was fierce, concentrating. Bone bangles circled her entire neck and she seemed… stretched.
The drumming slowed as did the chanting. Softer. Up down, high low. "Hey ya. Hey ya. Hey ya. Hey ya."
Lady Gali curtsied awkwardly and stalked away. Seconds later, Yumikak sidled up. She pulled Achan through the crowd, bobbing backwards in slow motion to the beat. Achan couldn't help but smile at her almost hypnotic movement. Feet from the bonfire, she put her hand against his chest to stop him, then pranced around him, trailing her fingers along his chest, his arm, his back, his other arm. When she faced him again, she flashed a coy smile, then strode away, leaving him standing before the blazing fire. His eyebrows sank as she approached Sparrow and pulled the boy over.
She performed the same little dance with Sparrow, strutting around him. Sparrow turned red as a beet. Achan folded his arms and smirked, hoping to make the boy more uncomfortable. You stole my dancing partner.
What is she doing?
I think she likes you.
But Yumikak danced her way back to Achan. She danced around him and sang in a soft, haunting voice.
View not my face, I am undone beside you
The beating of my heart will not cease
Whilst I am near you, whilst I am near you
Pity on my heart, from the day I first saw you
Your pleasing face burns my memories
Whenever we're apart, whenever we're apart
Though I am nothing to you, I love you, I do.
How shall I make it known, that I love you?
Yumikak leaned in and touched her nose to his cheek. Then she slinked toward Sparrow and sang the song to him, looking at Achan the whole time.
What in all Er'Rets?
I think she's trying to make you jealous, Your Highness.
But Achan didn't get to discover whether Sparrow spoke true. Koyukuk tapped his shoulder and escorted him back to Duke Orson's throne. A servant stood beside the chair with a platter of steaming food. Achan's stomach growled.
Koyukuk patted the throne's arm. "You have danced well, you have, and now you must eat."
Achan sat and the servant handed him a small knife. Achan helped himself to the food. Cedar-smoked salmon with maple sugar and cranberry sauce, slices of seasoned mushrooms, flaky pies filled with rich gravy and minced cham.
Koyukuk sat as well. "I have a gift for you, I do. Shung!"
Across the mob, Shung danced and laughed with Lady Gali. The hairy man bowed to Lady Gail, then weaved his way to Koyukuk's throne. He bowed to Koyukuk then Achan.
"I understand you have only knights to watch over you," Koyukuk said. "You must have shield. Shung is excellent swordsman. He also speaks blood voice. My gift to you. Shung. You honor me to accept."
Shung banged his foot on the floor, then went to one knee before Achan. "No man will touch you in Shung's presence."
Shield? Achan stared at Shung's shaggy braided head and swallowed the bite of mushroom still in his mouth. He couldn't take a man as a gift.
"Shung is old friend, he is," Koyukuk said. "I wish he remain in Berland until my wedding. Sir Gavin tells me you will go to Mitspah after Tsaftown. Shung will meet you there. Does this please you?"
"You spoke to Sir Gavin about this?"
"Sir Gavin says Shung will be great help to you."
Achan must have misunderstood. Shung would be joining their army, not serving as a slave. Achan bowed his head. "Thank you. This honor pleases me."
Koyukuk jerked his head to Shung, who bowed and darted back to Lady Gali's side. He swept her into the dancing crowd. Achan continued to eat, watching Shung and Lady Gali, amused at how fond they seemed to be of one another.
The drumming switched to a new beat and the dancers scattered, forming the outer circle again and joining in the chant. "Hey ya hey! Hey ya ho! Hey ya ha! Hey no no!"
A young man who resembled Koyukuk approached Achan's chair. He clapped to the beat then started to sing.
My name is Kotlik Orson.
I hunt the cham to eat.
They give us fur for clothing,
And much delicious meat.
Our land is dark and dreary.
Do not get lost out there.
If chams fail to roast your hide,
Charmice will take their share.
A cheer rang out. Achan clapped as well. Another man entered the circle and sang. This went on through ten or more men and women. Then Yumikak skipped into the circle, braids bouncing.
My name is Yumikak.
My homeland's very cold.
I should go to bed, I should,
And do what I am told.
But here's a mighty king,
A very handsome man.
I'll dance all night with him, I will,
If Father says I can.
The crowd went wild. Achan's temperature rose with the volume. Yumikak curtsied, eyes sparkling brighter than the luminaria. He grinned and hoped Sir Caleb wouldn't think he'd encouraged her affection. She skipped to a grey-bearded man and pressed her nose against his cheek.
Koyukuk danced his way before the throne next, his cham claw necklace swinging and clicking.
They call you Achan Cham.
You come from land afar.
You bear the mark of stray,
But your name is Hadar.
Chams bears are fierce and mighty.
They breathe chains of fire all day.
So will you bring back the sun,
And set the sky ablaze.
The cheers broke out again, so loud Achan's ears rang. People flooded back into the center of the platform and began dancing. Achan continued to eat.
A hand on Achan's shoulder jolted him awake. Sir Caleb stood before the throne holding a white luminary ball attached to a wire handle like a lantern. Shung stood beside him. Beyond, the platform was deserted and silent. Achan couldn't guess how long he'd been asleep.
"Let's find you a bed, shall we, Your Highness?" Sir Caleb asked.
Achan stood. Shung wrapped Achan's new fur cape around his shoulders and led them through the labyrinth of staircases and bridges. They creaked and swayed under their feet.
Achan yawned. "I don't suppose chams climb trees?"
"Only cubs," Shung said. "Sorry we will not hunt cham. Perhaps in Mitspah?"
"How do you kill one?" Achan asked.
"Pierce with arrow behind front shoulder, straight to core."
Achan frowned. "Is there no other way to hunt one? I've never used a bow."
"Sword could be thrust same place, though man so close to cham would fare better cutting off head."
"Why?"
"Chams thrash about and breathe fire when pierced. Man too close will burn."
That would make hunting more difficult. "Shung, why do you speak so differently than Koyukuk?"
"Shung is Wilderman."