identity. There was a perfectly logical reason for this. Kalâenedral served first the Goddess of the South Wind, the Warrior, who was as sexless as the blade She boreâand they served next the Clans as a wholeâand lastly they served their individual Clans. Being sexless allowed them to keep a certain cool perspective that kept them free of feuding and allowed them to act as interClan arbitrators and mediators. Every Shinâaâin knew the cost of becoming Kalâenedral. Some in every generation felt the price was worth it. Tarma certainly hadâsince she had the deaths of her entire Clan to avenge, and only Kalâenedral were permitted to swear to bloodfeudâand Kethry was mortally certain that having been gang-raped by the brigands that slaughtered her Clan had played no little part in the decision.
Leslac didnât believe this. He was certainâwithout bothering to check into Tarmaâs background or the customs of the Shinâaâin, so far as Kethry had been able to ascertainâthat Tarmaâs vows were as simple as those of most other celibate orders, and as easily broken. He was convinced that she had taken those vows for some girlishly romantic reason; he had just recently written a song, in fact, that hinted âvery broadlyâthat the âright manâ could thaw the icy Shinâaâin. That was the gist of âthat song. â
And he evidently thought he was the right man.
Heâd certainly plagued them enough before theyâd joined up with Idra, following behind them like a puppy that couldnât be discouraged.
Heâd lost track of them for two years after theyâd joined the Sunhawks and that had been a profound relief. But much to their disappointment, heâd found them again and tracked them to Hawksnest. There he had remained, singing in taverns to earn his keepâand occasionally rendering Tarmaâs nights sleepless by singing under her window.
âThat songâ was new; the first time Tarma had heard it was when theyâd gotten back from the Surshan campaign. Kethry had needed to practically tie her down to keep her from killing the musician.
âThatâs not a wise place to sing that particular ballad,â Kethry observed, âSeeing as thatâs where your scouts tend to spend their pay.â
âHaiâbut it wasnât my scouts that got him,â Tarma chuckled, âwhich is why Iâm surprised you hadnât heard. It was Tresti and Sewen.â
âWhat?â
âIt was lovelyâor so Iâm told. Tresti and Sewen sailed in just as he began the damned thing. Nobodyâs saidâbut it wouldnât amaze me much to find out that Sewen set the whole thing up, though according to my spies, Trestiâs surprise looked real enough. She knows what Kalâenedral means. Hellfire, weâre technically equals, if I wanted to claim the priestly aspects that go with the Goddess-bond. She also knows how you and I feel about the little warbling bastard. So she decided to have a very public and very priestly fit about blasphemy and sacrilegious mockery.â
That was one of the few laws within Hawksnest; that every comradeâs gods deserved respect. And to blaspheme anyoneâs gods, particularly those of a Sunhawk of notable standing, was an official offense, punishable by the town judge.
âShe didnât!â
âShe ruddy well did. That was all Sewen and my children had been waiting for. They called civil arrest on him and bundled him off to jail. And there he languishes for the next thirty days.â
Kethry applauded, beaming. âThatâs thirty whole days we wonât have to put up with his singing under our window!â
âAnd thirty whole days I can stroll into town for a drink without hiding my face!â Tarma looked very pleased with herself.
Warrl heaved a gigantic sigh.
âLook, Furface, if you like him so much, why
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