Chronicles Of The Warlands - Warlord Part 3

But here I was, standing on the border of a strange land, speaking a foreign language, dealing with a peo ple whose ways were strange and new. Now that I actually stopped to think about it, a wave of fear and home-sickness washed over me.

Keir's arms tightened, and his hands took mine in their warmth. "Do not fear, Lara," he murmured in my ear.

"It's just so different," I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away, unwilling to show him the fear in my eyes.

I felt him nod. "As frightening as a land where one is constantly surrounded by huge mountains of stone that restrict your sight and block the sun."

I looked back over my shoulder into his blue eyes, and his gentle smile of understanding. It was awkward, but I pressed my lips to his in a gentle kiss, which he returned.

I turned back, drew a deep breath, and relaxed, knowing that my land must have seemed as strange when he'd first seen it. I leaned against Keir, and felt him lean forward to support me. And while the fear didn't flee, it did fade to something I could face. That we could face.

Together.

"If we don't start, the army will reach the Plains without its Warlord," Marcus groused.

Keir laughed. "That will not happen." He moved closer to Greatheart, allowing me to transfer back to my horse. "We ride!"

The track continued down the ridge, a steep switchback that brought us out in the foothills, not far from where the army was gathered.

Keir led the way at a gallop, urging us on, smiling in delight. I hadn't thought it possible, but the land seemed to become larger as we rode, expanding before us. The colors changed now, the patterns of red and yellow growing distinct. I knew now why they wors.h.i.+ped the elements, the sky and the land, the wind and the rain. How could they not, when confronted with this? What would it be like, to see a storm move over the land, or to watch the sun set in the distance? I urged my horse on, suddenly eager to learn all I could about this new world.

Keir swerved off, following the outer edge of the troops, to a rise where the warleaders had gathered. He pulled his horse to a stop, greeting all with a smile. They greeted him in turn, with varied levels of enthusiasm. Iften had spread his discontent well, even among them.

Iften was there, of course, mounted on a big grey horse, with the warrior-priest to one side, and Wesren on the other. None of them appeared pleased to see me. Especially the warrior-priest, since he was the one I had doused with the boiled skunk cabbage. Warrior-priests don't share their names, so I had no way of addressing him. Not that he had anything to say to me. Or I to him, for that matter.

It seemed to me that Iften was making every effort to stay away from me. That was fine, except for one thing. When Isdra had challenged him for the insult to her bonded, I was certain that she had cracked or broken his arm in the fight. But Iften had rejected my healing skills, only allowing the warrior-priest to cast 'spells' on his arm. He seemed to use it without any pain, but he used a leather bracer on that arm, and I couldn't get more than a glimpse.

Yers was there, a warm smile on his face. He inclined his head to me in a respectful greeting.

That was something else that I had learned about these people. The way they nodded or inclined their heads was an important indicator of status and consent. From the slight nod of a Warlord, to the showing of the back of the neck by one of very low status, it marked your position in their world. It was also a way of showing one's opinion about a situation. They did it without really thinking about it, and I'd only learned through watching carefully.

Because Simus had remained in Xy, and Iften was Second, Yers was now Third. A handsome man, with a rather large, crooked nose. He supported Keir, for which I was grateful.

Sal the quartermaster was there as well, and while she nodded in greeting, her position was almost completely neutral. So long as she could bargain for supplies for the army, she was content. Aret, who was responsible for the herds, was keeping an eye on both sides, and would support the winner. Tsor and Uzaina, the warleaders responsible for the warriors on the march, had also kept their distance, although they seemed to be leaning toward Iften.

Wesren, who had charge of the encampments, was clearly on Iften's side. But Ortis, the huge man who had helped care for tiny Meara, supported Keir. He also had charge of the scouts and the messengers that Keir relied on.

Joden was there as well, sitting on his horse, looking out over the Plains. I pulled to a stop next to Joden. "Good morning, Joden."

He turned his dark, broad face to me and gave me a nod. "Xylara."

I showed no sign, but the greeting hurt. Joden had been a staunch supporter of Keir and myself until the events at Wellspring. But since that time, he'd changed. Joden had lost some of his fire. Caring for the dead, singing for their souls, had put a burden of sorrow on him that words could not heal. He was honest in his opposition, and he'd told me directly, but it still stung. He'd been the first to call me Warprize, and he'd been the one to explain my position to me. But now he used my formal Xyian name, and no other.

Marcus shot him a glare, but Iften smirked. The tensions were there, under the surface and still brewing. But all were to speak before the Elders, and they would decide the truths. I felt a knot of tension start to build, right between my shoulder blades.

"Are we ready?" Keir asked of his warleaders.

I glanced over, unsure of his meaning. He was looking at his warleaders, watching them nod, all with a look of eagerness about them. What in the world- "The scouts have ranged, and found no threats, Warlord," Ortis reported.

Yers nodded in agreement. "We are ready, Warlord."

Keir smiled in satisfaction. "Then we will celebrate our return home, and then camp for the night."

"We could still make time, a few hours of travel," Iften pointed out. "At the rate you have set, we will not reach the Heart of the Plains until the new gra.s.s has grown." Keir gave him a long look. "After we dance, we will rest. Wesren," Keir continued, never taking his eyes off Iften. "Make plans for a camp tonight. We will move on in the morning."

I held my breath, for Iften had almost challenged Keir once before. But this time Iften faced a healthy

Keir, fully capable of meeting him in combat. Iften looked away, and I let the breath ease from my body in relief. I was certain Keir could take him, but I didn't wish to see it brought to a test.

Keir seemed to reach the same conclusion, turning to look out over the warriors that stretched out before

us. "Marcus, you'll stay?"

"I will." Marcus dismounted, and removed his saddle bags. He moved over to remove Keir's saddle bags as well.

"Keir?" I asked, concerned suddenly.

He flashed a grin at me, his face boyish and relaxed. "Off your horse, my Warprize."

I dismounted, a bit puzzled. Greatheart seemed to know that something was up. He danced a bit as Mar

cus took off his saddle bags as well. Once that was done, Marcus and I took positions off to the side,

and I watched as Keir raised his face to the skies and warbled a long cry.

To a man, the warriors below turned and looked in our direction. I saw that their horses were stripped of saddle bags, even the pack horses were bare. There was a great, expectant hush that settled over all of them, man and beast.

"HEYLA!" Keir raised his arms high, palms facing out. "WE ARE HOME."

"HEYLA!" The response was loud and thunderous, and the entire army charged out onto the Plains.

The warleaders, even the warrior-priest, rushed to join them. Marcus's horse and Greatheart both surged

forward. Keir slid from the black's back and it launched itself forward, belling with joy.

Keir moved to my side and took my hand and we watched the spectacle unfold before us. It wasn't the

mad race out into the gra.s.ses that I had expected. It was a dance, the likes of which I had never seen.Eventually the swirling, interlocking patterns became clear, as horses and riders moved together.The cries of joy, laughter, and the whinnies of horses came to us on the wind. Keir laughed too, a joyful sound. I looked over, and knew I was seeing a different Keir, without the weight of worries and

responsibilities on his shoulders. For the moment, he was as light-hearted and happy as I'd ever seen him.

I looked back just in time to see the riders slip off their horses, as if on an unseen signal. The people started to run, forming their own patterns.

The horses danced alone now. G.o.ddess, it was a pattern dance with the horses!

I squeezed Keir's hand. "You should be out there."

He looked over, his blue eyes alight with a smile. "I'd rather stand here and see it through your eyes."

I smiled back, then turned to Marcus, who stood with his arms folded tight to his chest, under his cloak. "Marcus, you should-"

He cut me off with a jerk of his head. "In that confusion with a blindspot? Are your wits gone?"

I turned back, and knew he was right.

The celebration continued for a few more moments, then to my wonder, the warriors began to re-mount. They would come together, horse and rider both at a run, then the warrior would reach out and pop into the saddle in an instant. In awe, I watched as more and more warriors returned to their seats, with no apparent effort or mishaps.

Three horses split off from the group and headed for us at a run. Keir's black, Marcus's mount, and Greatheart not far behind. They came pounding toward us at a full gallop.

Keir dropped my hand, and moved a step away. The black came charging up, Keir reached out his arm -and was mounted and gone.

Marcus, too, was up and away.

I watched in horror as Greatheart plunged toward me at full speed. I took a step back and turned to watch as he ran by, brus.h.i.+ng the edge of my cloak.

Greatheart pulled up short, snorting, as Keir's laughter rang out. The big brown gave me a disgruntled look, shook himself, then ambled over to b.u.mp his head against my chest. I'd clearly disappointed him. I reached up and scratched his ears as a consolation.

Keir rode up, still chuckling.

Keir re-established discipline over his tired but happy warriors. Packs and saddlebags were retrieved. The scouts were sent back out, and everyone set about making camp for the night.

I watched quietly, and noticed very quickly that camp on the Plains was different than camp in the Valley of Xy. There were no trees here, so the warriors searched for dried dung in the tall gra.s.ses to use for the fires. Fire pits were cut, wide swatches of gra.s.s sliced and pulled away to reveal the earth below. Marcus explained the dangers of gra.s.s fires, and the need for extra caution when the Plains started to dry.

To be honest, the openness of it all, the sheer weight of the sky on my head, was a bit overwhelming. Since Marcus wouldn't let me do any of the actual work of making camp, I distracted myself by looking at the various plants of the Plains. Who knew what healing properties there were to be discovered? I dug out one of my precious blank journals, sat in an undisturbed patch of gra.s.ses, and started in.

It wasn't just gra.s.ses. There were low bushes, and smaller plants, some of which held berries. I started picking, tasting, exploring with my senses to see if I could determine what they might do. If I picked and dried some leaves, I'd brew a few teas and drink them, being very careful to go slowly. This was more Eln's area of expertise than mine, so I'd make some observations, and then send him a few bundles with the next messenger.

I wasn't aware of the pa.s.sage of time, until a voice cut through my studies. "Ah, my heart is filled with pain."

I looked up. The day had drawn on, arid from the scent on the air Marcus was preparing our nooning for us. Keir was stretched out full length, the plants matted below him, looking at the sky. His hands were folded, resting on his chest. "Keir?"

"My love disregards me, neglects me, for another."

I smiled, tucking the last of the leaves into my journal and closing it firmly as he continued. "What is a Warlord to do, when another attracts the eye of his Warprize?" he asked of the open sky. "When she snubs and igno-"

I cut him off with a kiss, which only ended when we both needed air. He broke it off with a laugh.

"Fool of a Warlord." I smiled, and used a piece of gra.s.s to stroke his cheek.

He arched an eyebrow, with a gleam in his eyes. "I call your name, but you ignore me, your nose buried deep in dried gra.s.ses. What is a Warlord to think?"

"I'll show you." I leaned in closer to whisper in his ear. "In our tent. Tonight."

His smile widened, and he rolled over, slipping his arm around my waist. "Why delay, Warprize? The tent is set up, and is but a few steps away." His voice was low and rough and even through our clothing I could feel his heat. "We could-" "WARLORD!!! EHATS!!!"

Chapter 3.

"Ehats?"

Keir bounced up immediately and I was right behind. I'd heard so much about these animals, I couldn't wait to see one. The closest I'd come was when the warriors had stomped around the living chess board, pretending to be ehats. I stuffed my journal in my satchel, took Keir's hand, and let him pull me through the gra.s.s.

Marcus was before our tent with a scout and Tant. Others were gathering, drawn by the news. The scout and Tant were both grinning like fools as Keir strode up. "Ehats?" Keir asked again.

The scout's smile grew broader. "Four ehats, Warlord."

Keir stopped, stunned. Then his face hardened. "You lie."

I sucked in a breath at the insult, since there'd been no exchange of tokens. But the scout merely threw his head back and laughed. "I knew those would be your words, and can't fault you, Warlord. But may the skies and the earth witness that I speak true. Four ehats, young males, away from the herd, unmated and qualified for hunting."

Everyone stood there, stunned.

"Four ehats, Warlord." The scout patiently repeated himself. "As many as the elements themselves, and upwind of the camp." He paused for effect. "At least, for the moment."

"Four," breathed Keir. "A gift from the elements."

"Or a challenge." Joden spoke from behind us.

"Either way, it's one I will take." Keir looked back at the scout. "If this is true, I'll honor you with first meats. If false, I'll kill you with my own hands."