Safar made a sour face. I'd just as soon forget about it, he said. I'm afraid I embarrassed myself with Astarias."
Iraj clapped him on the back. Don't be ridiculous, he said. So you fell in love with a courtesan. You're not the first man. Nor will you be the last. So you professed undying love. So you promised her the moon and the stars and all the heavens contain, if only she'd remain in your arms. I said that to both of my twins. Separately. And together."
"You didn't mean it, Safar said. I did, I'm ashamed to say."
"Of course I meant it, Iraj replied. At the time, anyway. Especially when I had one curled up in my left arm, the other my right."
"That was lust talking, Safar said.
Iraj snickered, then wrapped his arms around himself in a comic embrace. And yours was undying Love, right? A Love that could not be denied. Come, my friend!"
"She laughed at me, Safar confessed, blushing.
"What of it? Iraj answered. You rode her all night and half the next morning. And then, in a moment of weakness, you asked her to be your wife. She tells you, charmingly, I imagine, and with a few tricks to arouse you some more, that she has no intention of making bread and babies for a village boy the rest of her life. She's a courtesan with as much beauty as ambition. You persist. Climbing between those lovely thighs once again, I expect. Another blush from Safar told Iraj he'd guessed right. And then she laughed. You should be the one laughing. You got what you wanted. I saw to that. And now you're done with her and she's the loser for spurning you. You are Safar Timura! A man meant for great things. The very sort of man she prays every day is in her future."
"I can't look at things as coldly as you, Safar said.
"Don't then, Iraj said, shrugging. But I suspect you'll come around to my view soon enough. Bed your women when you can, whenever you can. A courtesan's scornful laughafter the deed is doneis no price at all. The truth is the next man who rides Astarias will be old and fat and it'll be your memory she'll cleave to when she's forced to pretend her fat old master is a handsome god."
Iraj's callous words of comfort, although spoken in friendship, did little to soothe Safar's wounded spirit. So he was grateful when Iraj gave a sudden shout of discovery.
"Look at this! he cried, dropping to his knees and digging in the snow.
Safar crowded close to see. A demon's face emerged beneath Iraj's scraping fingers. The corpse's features were a pale, bluish green. Dagger-size fangs hooked out from the grimacing mouth. Although Safar and Iraj had no way of knowing it, the demon was Giff and the look on his face was as surprised in death as it had been when Iraj had drawn his blade across his throat. Safar turned away.
"This is the demon I killed! Iraj said. I can tell from the wounds. With a finger he traced the gaping red gash beneath Giff's pointed chin.
"Cover him up, Safar urged.
"I will, Iraj said, but first he unsheathed his knife.
Safar glanced over and was horrified when he saw his friend digging out the fangs with the blade point. What are you doing?"
"Taking his teeth, Iraj said. I want to make a necklace of them."
Safar, who had never become used to his friend's plains savage ways, kept his eyes averted. I thought we'd agreed to keep the whole thing a secret, he said. So people don't become unnecessarily alarmed."
Iraj snorted. I'll keep my promise to Coralean, he said. But in my own way."
He held up the bloody fangs and Safar couldn't help but look. I'll make a chain of these to wear around my neck when I greet my enemies. They'll won't know what they are, exactly. But they'll be dripping green slime from their arses wondering what kind of a beast it was I killed."
Despite his revulsion, Safar understood. Iraj's kinsman had just arrived in Kyrania to inform the young prince it was safe to return home. Apparently Iraj's turncoat uncleLord Fulainhad fallen ill. His soldiers had become dispirited and his ally, Koralia Kan, had been forced to sue for peace. As part of that peace Iraj was permitted to return and take his place as hereditary leader of the clan. There were provisos, of course, intended to keep him weakleader in name only. But Iraj was already planning how to get around them.
Iraj put the teeth in a leather pouch and tucked it into his belt. Then he covered up Giff's corpse, smoothing the snow until all looked as before.
"I wish I could convince you to stay in Kyrania, Safar said. This could all be a lie to entice you out of the mountains."
"At least part of it is a lie, Iraj said, rising to his feet and brushing snow from his knees. But they'll pretend otherwise for awhile. When Fulain becomes well the blood feud will start again. But I intend to be ready when that happens. He touched the leather pouch containing the demon fangs. I'm young, they'll claim. Untested in battle. These teeth will say otherwise. I'll keep where I got them a mystery, which will only add to their power."
Safar, wanting to avoid further discussion of the matter, said, I'm getting cold. Let's go back to the cave."
A half hour later they were crouched in the cavern, warming their hands over a small fire. The painting of Alisarrian hung over them, glowing eerily.
"You haven't mentioned your own plans, Iraj said, digging out some dried goat's flesh. What will you do after I leave? I still can't imagine you being content as Safar Timura the potter."
"I don't know why, Safar said. It's easy enough for me to envision."
"You know as well as I do, Iraj said, that you're dodging the truth. You're a wizard, Safar. The teeth I collected are nothing compared to what you have a right to. How can you possibly refuse Coralean's gift of an education at the finest university in Esmir?"
Safar sighed. I wish I could, he said, but I don't think my family is going to let me."
"Or Gubadan, Iraj pointed out.
Safar nodded. He's worse than they are, he said. He claims I'll be shaming all Kyrania if I refuse the chance. That there's much good I'll be able to do when I return home with all that learning."
"He's right about the first, Iraj said. It would shame your people. In the whole history of Kyrania it's unlikely any of its sons had such an opportunity. But Gubadan's wrong about the second part. You won't return, Safar. I'm no Dreamcatcher like you, but I know once you leave Kyrania you'll never return. Because you'll be with me, remember?"
"That was a false vision, Safar said.
"Are you sure? Iraj asked, smiling.
"Absolutely, Safar answered. You're the ambitious one. Not me."
"What of your other vision? Iraj said. The dancing people and the volcano? Do you think that's wrong as well?"
Safar hesitated, then, No, I don't. And that's the main reason I'll probably end up giving in to my family and Gubadan. The only place I can find out what the vision meant is Walaria."
"Whatever your reason, Safar, Iraj said. I beg you to make up your mind as soon as possible. Learn as much as you can. As fast as you can. For I promise that someday, when you least expect it, I'll show up to plead with you to join me."
"And I'll refuse, Safar said. You are my friend. But I'll still say no."
"Why don't we test it? Iraj asked. He hauled out the leather pouch and shook Giff's bloody teeth into a palm. Then, in a mock intonation, he said, Cast these bones, O Master Wizard, and pray tell us what the future holds."
"Don't be silly, Safar said. I'm no bone caster."
"Then there's no reason to be afraid, Iraj said. Here, I'll even clean them up for you."
He rubbed some of the blood off on the leather pouch and held them out. Safar didn't move, so Iraj grabbed his right hand, pulled it forward and dropped the four fangs into Safar's outstretched palm. Safar didn't resist, automatically closing his fist over them.