if a woman wishes to marry a man, she unbraids her hair. If he accepts her suit, she then unbraids his.â
âAnd then you braid it back again?â
âYes.â
âSo whoever unbraided your hair was asking you to marry her?â
âI was unconscious.â
That sounded suspiciously like an excuse. âSo you have said.â
âShe didnât know what it meant.â
âSweet Mother, Rhuan, just say it, would you?â
âAudrun.â
â Audrun ?â She stared at him. âThe farmsteaderâs wife?â
âThe storm took us together. I led her to safety. Well, eventuallyâfirst I had to wrestle with a demon who wanted the infant.â
âWhat infant? What demon? Rhuanââ
He placed two fingers against her lips. âIf we are to have this conversation, may we have it in your wagon? For privacyâs sake?â
She removed his fingers from her mouth. âYes, we shall, but first one thing.â
âAugh, Ilona, not another thing ââ
He was so anxious, so worried, that Ilona had to stifle laughter. âIf I have it right, then according to your people, youâre married, arenât you? You and Audrun?â
Hastily he said, âIt doesnât mean anything. Not here. Itâs not a human ritual. Itâs what the primaries do, but it means nothing here. Nothing at all.â
She raised her brows and spoke with an overly dramatic tone. âBut youâve asked me to braid your hair. Here. So obviously there is some significance to the ritual, even by human terms. Yes?â
The conflict in his face was clear. âBut weâre not married. Not here. Audrunâs already married, here. So I am free, here.â
âHere, here, and here. But the primaries think otherwise.â
âIâm not there, Ilona. Iâm here.â He stretched out his arms. â Here .â
She laughed, tugged gently on the lock of his hair still grasped in her hand, then tugged harder. He followed the pressure on his scalp until their faces were level. She rested her forehead against his. âYes, you are. Here.â She pointed to the wagon. âBut letâs go there .â
Chapter 7
B ETHID WAS SOUND asleep until the earth shuddered and the tent fell down. It startled her so much that she sat up, thrashing, and got herself entangled in billows of heavy canvas. What she uttered was in no way polite. And then, âSweet Mother, the lantern!â Timmon and Alorn were absent, staying late at Mikelâs ale-tent, and it was routine to leave a lantern burning until all couriers returned to the tent. She smelled oil and smoke. âWhereâ?â It was difficult to make her way through the yardage of canvas. âOh Mother . . . Brodhi? Are you here?â She had glimpsed him as sheâd rolled up in her bedding. âThe lanternâs fallen. Brodhi?â
From somewhere came his voice, clear and concise, unmuffled by fallen tent. âI have it.â
Relief. Now she could afford to be frustrated instead of worried. On hands and knees she made her way through folds and billows until at last she reached an edge of fabric and stuck her head out, yanking canvas aside. The settlement animals, yet again, were in an uproar. Across the grove, throughout the ranks of tents, she saw banked fires glowing. Above, the moon shed enough luminance to see shadowy bulks of nearby tents. She wondered if any others had fallen or just the one she slept in.
The earth stilled. Bethid crawled out from under the edge of fallen canvas and rose. Not far from her stood Brodhi, who had already made his escape. The extinguished lantern hung from his hand. She tried to restrain her tone, but failed. âHow many more times is this going to happen?â
âAlisanos does as it does. It will take time for the land to ease.â
âNo, I donât mean that. I mean: how many more times is the tent going to
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