Everything begins with an uncurling.
Carnelian woke feeling ragged. He lay listening to the Grove coming awake, glad to lie in the hollow as long as he could. He was reluctant to face the day. He wished he could go back to not knowing about Fern's impending fate. A desire came over him to stay behind, to go down to work under the Bloodwood Tree as usual. But he knew that, even if it led them both to death, he could not allow Osidian to go alone, curse his pride.
It was Osidian rising that flushed Carnelian from his warm hiding place. As he drew himself out from under the blanket, he took care not to disturb Poppy. There lay another goodbye he was not looking forward to. He pulled on his robe and made for the hearth. As he approached its mutter, he found the smell of smoke and breakfast comforting. He took his place on the rootbench. Around him, people were scratching, yawning. Mothers were kissing the children that appeared tousle-headed, rubbing the sleep from their eyes, grinning at gentle teasings. Carnelian looked round at Osidian, whose gaze was already fixed on the fire. Fern appeared. As he came to sit down beside him, Carnelian watched the light run along his brass collar. Carnelian had never noticed how tightly it clutched his throat. Fern was aware of where he was looking.
'Forgive me for not working with you today,' Carnelian managed to say.
Fern leaned close. 'Just make sure you take care today.'
'What're you two whispering about?'
They pulled away from each other, guiltily, and looked across at Sil. The smile on her face faltered. Disturbed, she looked from one to the other.
'I'll tell you… later,' said Fern.
Sil put on a smile for him.
Carnelian became aware Osidian was watching him. The look in his eyes intensified Carnelian's feeling of guilt. He was glad Akaisha chose that moment to begin passing out the gruel.
'Carnie, you and your brother make sure you eat well.' Her face was smiling but her eyes were filled with concern. Even Whin seemed troubled as she looked at him. This only served to make his stomach churn with anxiety. He was not sure he was going to be able to keep anything down. He stirred the gruel in the bowl that was passed into his hand. Something cast a shadow over his feet. Glancing up he saw it was Poppy. She sidled up and was soon sitting on his knee cradling her own bowl. He watched each spoonful she put into her mouth as if it was the last time he would ever see her eat. He had to resist the desire to hug her hard. He put off speaking to her until she was finished. At last, he nudged her with his chin and she turned to look up at him.
'I'm going away today.'
Her eyes widened with alarm. 'I'm going too.'
He shook his head. 'You can't. I'm going to fetch water.'
'I can't see why I can't go with you.'
Someone stood over them making them both look up. It was Akaisha. 'You know well enough, girl, that fetching water is men's work.'
Poppy's lower lip began trembling.
Akaisha cracked a smile. 'Today, you can come with me instead.'
Poppy looked at Carnelian and he could see she was on the verge of tears.
'You want me to be proud of you, don't you?'
Poppy gave a slow nod.
'Well then, Poppy, thank Mother Akaisha.'
When the little girl did, Carnelian planted a kiss on the crown of her head and then rested his chin on her hair. He looked into Akaisha's eyes and smiled his gratitude.
'About last night. I'm sorry -'
Akaisha stopped his lips with her fingertips. Carnelian could see the warmth in her eyes. She crouched to look Poppy in the face.
'Do you want to come with me now and sit at the head of the hearth?'
Poppy lit up and wiggled her way off Carnelian's knee onto the ground. Akaisha offered a hand and Poppy took it. Carnelian glanced up at Akaisha to thank her and found she was looking down the length of the hollow. Ravan was there standing in the gloom. At first Carnelian thought the youth was looking at him but he quickly realized his attention was fixed on Osidian.
'Come and have your breakfast, my son,' Akaisha called to him.
Ravan shook his head. 'I've come to get the Standing Dead.' He stared even more intensely at Osidian. 'If they're still coming, that is…'
'But you should eat before you go.'
'Are you coming, Master?' Ravan said in Vulgate as if his mother had not spoken.
Osidian rose and passed in front of Carnelian, who had no choice but to join him. People grumbled as they looked from Akaisha to Ravan. Osidian loomed over the youth, both of them waiting.
Carnelian saw the upset on Akaisha's face but could think of nothing he could say. He glanced at Fern and they exchanged nods, then he left the hearth and did not look back once.
Every one of the men waiting with aquar at the earth-bridge turned to watch the approach of the Standing Dead. A group came out to meet them, among whom Carnelian could see Loskai with his swollen lips. As they came closer, Carnelian recognized Crowrane and Galewing, both of whom he remembered from his appearance before the Eiders. Galewing seemed much younger than the other Elder.
'My fathers,' Ravan said bowing his head and Carnelian did the same.
Galewing regarded both Standing Dead with a frown. Without taking his eyes off them he turned. 'You're sure you want to risk taking them with us?'
'Yes,' said Crowrane, his face wooden.
Loskai's eyes were burning with a malicious hunger. A fixed grin showed his missing teeth.
Galewing looked into Carnelian's eyes and then into Osidian's. 'You ride out of the Koppie under the authority of Father Crowrane,' he said, in Vulgate. 'If you disobey him, if you try to escape, you will be killed. You understand?'
Glancing at father and son, Carnelian was sickened at the thought of delivering himself into their hands.
'Do you accept?' demanded Galewing.
Osidian shrugged. He was gazing off towards the brightening plain. Carnelian searched his eyes for any sign that he was aware of the danger they were putting themselves in.
'Answer Father Galewing,' barked Loskai, making Carnelian jump.
Carnelian saw there was going to be no backing out and so gave Galewing his nod.
The Elder turned away, bellowing. 'Mount up.'
As aquar sank to the ground, Carnelian's attention was attracted to one being walked towards him by Krow. They exchanged smiles.
'It's good to see you, Krow.'
'And you, Master.'
Carnelian would have liked to talk but it was not the time. He was soon preoccupied trying to get comfortable in the narrow saddle-chair. Its sides cut into his thighs. His legs, hooked awkwardly over the crossbeam, were forced almost against his chest as he angled his feet onto the aquar's back. Glancing over, he saw Osidian was having the same problem. He used his feet to make the creature rise and immediately had to turn her onto the path towards the bridge the first riders were already crossing.
Notwithstanding the discomfort, Carnelian managed to manoeuvre his aquar safely across the bridge and was soon being jogged down an avenue of magnolias to the outer ditch. He was shaken into a more natural position and was soon, in spite of his fears, enjoying the ride.
Crossing the final bridge, he looked down into the Newditch and saw it was filled with baskets and mattocks. Its inner wall was striped with the ropes that dangled down into it from the trees all along the edge. Craning round, he saw riders accompanying a group of women through the ferngarden towards the workings.
A judder in his saddle-chair forced him to look where he was going. Riders were milling in all directions.
'Master.'
It was Krow, pointing to where he should go. Carnelian thanked him and saw the riders had formed up around a solid centre of perhaps two dozen aquar yoked to drag-cradles stacked with empty waterskins. He took up a position near Osidian and Ravan who were squinting into the far distance. Only some acacias gave the view any scale. All around them were riders with unhitched javelins, with bull-roarers ready across their laps. Carnelian ran his hands along the outer surface of his saddle-chair, but could find no weapons. This discovery sunk him back into despondency.
A high warbling cry rose up and, as one, the aquar lurched forward. Carnelian attempted to settle into the rhythm of his aquar's pace, snuffling the musky breeze, trying to lull his unease by listening to the chatter of the riders, the hiss of ferns along his aquar's flanks. Every so often he had to adjust his position to alleviate the discomfort. He looked back to see how much the Koppie had receded. The air had grown hot enough to make it waver like a mirage. He thought of Fern already labouring among the flies under the Bloodwood Tree. When he lost sight of the Koppie altogether, a stab in his stomach was the realization he might never see it again.
Their shadows were short by the time the land ahead began to pool with fire. The incandescence of the lagoon twitched and flickered as herds slid before it. Soon Carnelian could see its full horizontal stretch and the creeping mass of saurians. The riders had fallen silent, their shoulders and arms tense as they made slow scanning turns with their heads.
As the hunt drew closer to the water, the herds resolved into the individual boulders of backs; into necks that stretched to the very tops of the acacias. Several times the hunt curved a detour round what appeared to be rocks nestling among the ferns. When one of these lifted a head larger than a man and grinned a mouth packed with dagger teeth, a trickle of sweat ran down Carnelian's spine. It made him understand why his aquar was holding her head so high, shifting it nervously from side to side, hardly blinking her huge eyes.
Entering a herd, Carnelian began to feel as much as hear their lumbering thunder. Horned heads were everywhere cropping the ferns. Sometimes one would lift dull eyes to watch them pass. On occasion, this lifting would cause so many heads to rise it was as if a host lying hidden in the ferns sprang up in ambush.
The herds crowded the lagoon margin. Out from the shore, the water was dulled by drifts of wading birds. Islands rose here and there that Carnelian might have imagined to be cities except their towers were shifting more than they should in the melting air.
Crowrane led them parallel to and at some distance from the shore. When they spotted a thinning in the herd, they slowed to a walk and began veering in the direction of the water. Carnelian gaped at an assembly of mountainous heaveners, their heads reaching far out over the lagoon. He watched one rising, leaking water, climbing so high he had to crane to see it swaying black in the blinding sky.
As they neared the shore, Carnelian saw how nervously the riders were spreading out, javelins and bull-roarers hanging from their hands. Some dismounted and, looking round them all the time, led the aquar with the drag-cradles to the water.
No one seemed to be looking at him. Carnelian allowed himself to relax a little. It was hard to believe all these preparations were an elaborate attempt on his life and Osidian's.
Locating Krow, Carnelian rode towards him. 'What can we do to help?'
The youth pinched his lips together with his fingers, which gesture Carnelian read as meaning he should speak more quietly. Krow caused his mount to kneel and climbed out. Carnelian waited for Osidian and Ravan to dismount before doing the same. Standing on tremoring earth, he glanced at the heaveners. It seemed madness to walk so near such giants. One detonated a snort. Its hide rippled as the water made the journey down its throat. Its musk weighed the air.
Krow took Carnelian's arm and pulled. 'Come on,' he whispered.
Carnelian and the others followed Krow to a drag-cradle from which men were distributing waterskins. Carnelian was given one. Making sure Osidian was close, Carnelian returned with Krow to the lagoon. Earth began softening to mud. They waded out into the lapping water and Carnelian sank his waterskin as he saw Krow was doing. He narrowed his eyes against the swaying dazzle. Warm water licked up his body. He opened the mouth of the waterskin and it began to swallow. Shadow slipped over him as if from a cloud. A wave surging up his chest made him lose his footing for a moment. A glistening wall was rising from the lagoon as a heavener lifted its leg from the water. Wading deeper, the vast arch of its back eclipsed the sun. Fear mixed with wonder as, riding the surge, Carnelian watched the monster lead a procession of heaveners away from the shore.
His waterskin was drowning and so he drew it up, folded its neck, secured it, then hefted it round onto his shoulder. He plodded back to the drag-cradle where he swung it into the arms of a man who was stacking them. Carnelian took an empty waterskin. Other drag-cradles were being loaded nearby. A rising falling whistling made him whisk round, his heart hammering. Three riders were arcing bull-roarers round their heads, focusing on an earther which was ambling towards the cradles. The creature made Carnelian remember the Bloodwood Tree. The bull-roarers spinning faster opened the whistling to a moan. The bull swung away and they chased him from the drag-cradles.
Carnelian became aware Crowrane and Galewing, standing together, were watching him while speaking to each other. He was sure they would not make their move until they were far from the dangerous shore.
Osidian and Ravan were still in the lagoon filling waterskins. Wading out to them, Carnelian saw Osidian was gazing at a nearby island crowded with crested saurians. 'Are they nesting?'
'Yes, Master,' Ravan replied.
Their eggs would make good eating.'
'Such roosts are impregnable.'
Aware of Carnelian's presence, Osidian turned and acknowledged him with a frown. 'What's wrong?'
Still brooding over Fern, Carnelian did not answer quickly.
'My Lord seems distracted,' Osidian said. 'Is it that he fears the saurians, or perhaps, the savages?'
The shift into Quya was shocking. 'Both are unsettling,' Carnelian said in Vulgate.
'Is my Lord missing the blood and gore of his previous employment?' Osidian said, insisting on Quya. 'Is it then your savage friend you miss, Carnelian?'
Carnelian groaned. 'Why do you even now persist -?'
That some matter is perturbing my Lord can easily be read from his face.'
'If you must know…' Carnelian was aware Ravan was there trying to glean what was being talked about. 'I discovered last night that when the childgatherer comes, his brother,' he indicated Ravan, 'will have to be handed over for punishment.'
'You are being melodramatic, Carnelian.'
Carnelian flared into anger. 'He saved your life not once but several times.'
Osidian grew pale. 'How often do you intend to throw that back in my face? The savage broke the vows he swore of service to my father. Crucifixion is the price the Commonwealth demands for such sacrilege.'
Carnelian's anger cooled to ice. 'You knew this was going to happen?'
Osidian raised an eyebrow. 'You did not? One would have thought it common knowledge even among exiles.'
Carnelian's dislike of him at that moment must have showed in his face, for suddenly Osidian discarded his waterskin and began wading back towards the shore.
Ravan looked horrified. 'What did you say to him?'
Seeing Osidian already leaving the water and striding into the midst of the Plainsmen alone, Carnelian became frantic. He discarded his waterskin and bounded back to shore. Osidian was already mounted and guiding his aquar away through the perimeter of Plainsmen riding guard. Carnelian raced for his own beast, threw himself into her chair and made her rise. He aimed her along the shore in pursuit.
Perimeter guards rode to intercept them. 'Where in thunder are you going?'
Crowrane's voice came floating from somewhere near the drag-cradles. 'Let them go.'
The men scowled, shrugged and moved their aquar out of the way. Beyond their protection Carnelian felt exposed. The raised voices had disturbed the herds. Carnelian became aware another aquar was shadowing him and saw it was Ravan's.
The ground was being shaken by immense footfalls, the air was wafting thick with the stink of the saurians and rasped by their cries. He and Ravan skirted the denser clumps of them keeping as close as they could to the shore. When they caught up with Osidian, he did not acknowledge their presence. Carnelian feared the anger he had provoked was going to get them all killed.
'Let's ride back, Osidian. Out here, we're vulnerable.'
Osidian spoke without taking his gaze from the island roost. 'I have faith in my God.'
When the roost was perhaps only a javelin cast from the shore, he brought them to a halt. Flamingos were an undulating pink commotion obscuring the water. Beyond them rose the island upon which Carnelian could clearly see the saurians with their swept-back scarlet crests.
'Bellowers,' said Ravan, his eyes round.
Osidian turned. 'Are they noted for their ferocity?'
They'll defend their nests against even the most malevolent raveners.'
'Excellent.'
Bewildered, Carnelian and Ravan followed Osidian back to the relative safety of the drag-cradles.
'What did he say?' Osidian asked Carnelian, all the while regarding Loskai with a look of amusement.
'Something along the lines of, you must be mad.'
'Ask him if he's afraid.'
Carnelian did, somewhat reluctantly.
There's a difference between wanting to stay alive and being afraid,' said Loskai.
At that moment Crowrane approached demanding to know from his son what was going on. As Loskai explained, his father frowned, all the time keeping his eyes on Osidian.
'Well, I'm going to get myself an egg and anyone else who isn't afraid can come with me,' said Osidian in Vulgate to the younger men who were gathering round.
Osidian looked at Ravan. 'You at least aren't afraid to come with me, or are you, son of Stormrane?'
'I'll go… I'll go with you,' the youth answered, his face shiny with sweat. He took it upon himself to translate the Master's words for those who had no Vulgate. Krow, among others, moved to stand with Ravan at Osidian's side. The rest looked for guidance to Crowrane, who was surveying the roost as if he were calculating the odds. He brought the men of his hunt into focus.
'Shall we allow one of the Standing Dead to slur our manhood?'
The older among them shook their heads slowly, regarding the Elder in puzzlement. The youngsters declared their bravery noisily. Their commotion brought Galewing, accompanied by several of his hunt.
He cowed them into silence with a glare. 'Are you lot trying to get us trampled?'
Crowrane encouraged the Elder to move away with him. Carnelian could see Crowrane explaining. When Galewing grew angry, Crowrane calmed him. Carnelian did not like the glances they gave him as they talked and approached Osidian.
'You must not do this,' he said in Quya.
'It is no longer possible to turn back,' Osidian replied.
Carnelian glanced off to where the Elders were still in discussion. 'You are putting us in their trap.'
'On the contrary, I am turning their trap against them.' He smiled, fire in his eyes. 'Will you join me?'
Crowrane returned. 'Father Galewing will make sure the water gets back safely to the Koppie. Those of you who wish should return with him.'
No one moved.
'Well, then, let's go and get ourselves some eggs.'
Grinning, excited, the youngsters ran for their aquar. Crowrane followed them, frowning. At his side, Loskai was giving him an anxious look.
Carnelian became aware Osidian was still waiting for an answer. Carnelian's unease turned to irritation.
'Do I have any choice?'
As Osidian cantered into the lagoon, flamingos rose like a sudden dawn. Carnelian was mesmerized by their flashing wingbeats. The cloud cleared to reveal dazzling water stretching to the island. Many of the bellowers there were turning to watch them.
'What now, Master?' Loskai cried, hanging back with his father.
Osidian ignored the Plainsman. He swung his arm round, his hand tracing a bright arc in the air. At this signal, Ravan, to whom Carnelian had earlier seen Osidian giving instructions, waded his aquar off into the deeper water on their right leading some of the youngsters. Carnelian watched them curve round towards the shore of the island, wondering that they were so readily prepared to obey Osidian. As Ravan and his party drew nearer to the bellowers they rose up alarmed, rending the air with a trumpeting that set aquar plumes and Carnelian's heart to fluttering. The brazen cries rose and fell in angry fanfares as more and more of the bellowers came down to the water's edge. The riders continued wading parallel to the shore until they moved out of sight, drawing the bellowers away.
Without a backward glance, Osidian sent his aquar forward at a lope towards the island. Carnelian could feel the general hesitation and sent his aquar after Osidian, hoping to encourage others to follow. Even before he had caught up with Osidian, Carnelian could hear the water behind him being churned to foam by the feet of many aquar. Carnelian did not dare look to either side, lest he should break the spell that was drawing them.
At its deepest, the water came up to the high ankle of Osidian's aquar. Soon they were coming up out of it, riding along a ridge that swelled up to form the island. A few bellowers trumpeting madly defended the passage to the roost.
Osidian swung round and addressed Crowrane's hunt. Throw as quickly as you can.'
Leaning back with a weapon Ravan must have given him, Osidian hurled it whistling through the air. Soon others were being thrown from all around Carnelian. For a moment, Carnelian imagined Osidian might be their target, but the volley was falling among the saurians. Though the javelins scratched harmlessly off their hides, the bellowers dropped forward onto all fours and brought their narrow flaring crests down in front of them like shields. All the time they kept up a furious, deafening cacophony and lashed their tails. Spotting a gap in their line, Osidian crashed through. Carnelian swore under his breath, gritted his teeth and followed him. A bellower rose, falling back so heavily onto its haunches that the earth shook. Carnelian's aquar veered wildly and it was all he could do to keep her running. He rode into the shadow of the towering monster, into its musky stench. He felt it begin to avalanche towards him and threw himself forward even as it punched the ground with an impact that shuddered up through his chair and whiplashed his head against his knees. Then he was through and hurtling into a landscape of cratered mud.
Osidian's aquar slid and almost lost its footing as he forced it to a halt with his heels. Carnelian's veered just in time to avoid a collision. He swung in the saddle-chair for a moment, his heart pounding, his forehead aching from the impact with his knees. Then he became aware no one had followed them.
To one side, more bellowers were surging up out of the water lifting their long muzzles into the breeze. Others were mobbing the rookery's further shore, drowning the warcries of Ravan's diversionary force with their screeching.
Seeing Osidian staring back the way they had come, Carnelian incandesced with rage. 'Where's your God now? Are you happy?'
The line of saurians they had broken through was fragmenting as the creatures saw the tiny intruders among their nests. Suddenly, another volley of javelins fell among them and screeching, they turned aside. Riders came pouring up through the gaps, Krow at their head.
'Crowrane commanded us to retreat!'
Osidian knelt his aquar and vaulted out onto the mud.
Stunned, Carnelian was hardly aware of dismounting. Nests lay all around; craters gouged into the mud. Plainsmen were descending on every side. Osidian led some of them to face the trumpeting with their bull-roarers and javelins. Carnelian saw a volley glancing off a heaving wall of mottled hide and then saw the men around him gaping.
'Eggs,' he cried, overcoming his anger, remembering why they were there. He ran to the nearest nest and reached over its curving embankment. He burrowed his fingers into the warm rot of vegetation and touched a smooth hard shape. Quickly he scooped the stuff off to reveal a spiral of long narrow white eggs. He lifted one out. It slid in his green-slimed arms. It was three spans long and as heavy as if it were made of stone. He cradled it as he ran over to his saddle-chair.
'What do we do?' screamed Krow clutching an egg.
Carnelian looked over to where Osidian and some others had remounted. He could see they were running out of javelins. They were riding at the bellowers, bellowing, waving their arms. The creatures fell back, letting out a fearsome fanfare of outrage.
Carnelian saw Krow's panic-stricken face among others. 'Line some saddle-chairs with blankets to carry the eggs. The rest of us'll have to get out of here two to an aquar.'
They hurried to obey him. He helped them quickly ferry as many of the eggs as he could into the chairs separating each layer with the fold of a blanket.
Carnelian was not the only one to notice a change in the tone of the bellower calls. He whisked round. What he saw made him drop the egg he carried so that it smashed its yolk and foetus down his legs and feet. A deeper baying like warhorns. Fluted crests longer and more elaborate than the ones he had seen were visible above the bellowers.
Krow went white. The mothers are returning.'
A scramble began into empty saddle-chairs or clinging onto cross-poles.
A blast of screeches rolled over them as the bellower mothers saw the despoiled nests. Carnelian found himself gaping at their charge and at Osidian and the others fleeing towards him.
'Master!' shrieked a voice.
The earth quaked as the bellowers lumbered closer. Carnelian saw Osidian's aquar, readied himself and caught hold of its cross-pole as it hurtled past. The impact threatened to tear his arms from their sockets, but he managed to hang on. He was half running; half carried. His weight was unbalancing Osidian's aquar. Its pistoning leg buffeted him. Its clawed foot would shred him if he were to swing in its path. He kicked his way through a nest before he pulled his legs up. He held on desperately as they careered down the slope to the water. His legs trailed through it, the drag leeching the last strength from his arms. He squeezed his eyes closed against the pain. His hands unhooked and he smashed into the lagoon. He was drowning. His feet found the bottom and he came up coughing water, gulping for air, to see a wall of bellowers crashing towards him. He covered his head with his arms, waiting to be crushed. The wave the bellowers were driving before them washed him off his feet but he managed to regain his balance. He opened his eyes as something brushed past him. Osidian on his aquar screaming Quyan curses at the oncoming saurians. Carnelian gaped with wonder as the creatures dropped ponderously onto all fours. Their stench was overpowering. Their cries battered his ears. Then, miraculously, they began to turn away.
He remained frozen, staring until the water stopped eddying around his legs, until the flamingos had settled back down to the lagoon.
When Carnelian became undazed, the first thing he saw was the relief in Osidian's face. They gazed at each other, for a moment the lovers they had once been. Carnelian became aware of Ravan's excited voice. 'Did you see the way the bellowers obeyed the Master? Did you?'
Loskai was scowling. 'They were already pulling back before he rode at them.'
'What do we do now?' someone asked.
Crowrane seemed deaf, blind and it was to Osidian that faces were turned in awe.
The Master had them repack the eggs more carefully because some had been broken in their flight.
'Wash it all out,' barked Crowrane. 'We don't want the smell attracting raveners.'
Rage distorted his face as people, hesitating, glanced over at Osidian for instruction. Crowrane pointed out several of them.
'You and you… yes, you, Twostone, get water, now.'
Sullenly, Krow and the others did as they were told and soon came waddling back with bloated waterskins. Carnelian watched one Plainsman wash the mess out from his saddle-chair. The foetus the egg had cradled dropped onto the ground. The man had not noticed the tiny creature lying there but Ravan had and moved to retrieve it. But before he reached it, Osidian, oblivious, trampled it into the mud.
Because of the saddle-chairs packed with eggs, the hunt had to return at walking pace. Krow offered Carnelian his aquar but he declined. Carnelian remembered it was Krow who had been the first to defy Crowrane.
'We owe you our lives.'
The youth sunk his head. 'I owe the Master much.' 'Father Crowrane and his son will not quickly forgive you.'
Krow shrugged.
'Why have you ended up in their hunt?'
Krow looked up. 'Because their hearth took me in.'
The youth's eyes betrayed something of the unhappy conditions in which he had to live. They know I am your friend.'
Carnelian became aware Loskai was observing them. He realized now it was Krow who was in danger.
Unable to ride, the hunt were in peril from raveners. The hunters kept fear at bay by describing to each other the Tribe's delight when they received the precious cargo the hunt were bringing home.
Galewing appeared with his men, saying that they had come to offer any help that might be needed. He told them the Tribe knew of their expedition and were worried for their safety. The amazement the Elder and his hunt showed over their haul of eggs lifted spirits. Still* many would be unable to flee a ravener attack and so the first sight of the Koppie rising out from the plain was greeted with audible sighs of relief. The closer it came, the wider grew the smiles anticipating a triumphant return.
Grim-faced, a large portion of the Tribe were waiting for them across the earthbridge. Carnelian saw among them Harth, Ginkga and others of the Elders. He was disappointed when he could not see Akaisha. He had hoped she would be there with Poppy.
The hunters rode over into the ferngarden and dismounted.
Hands on hips, Harth confronted her husband. 'What possessed you?'
Crowrane made a face, painfully aware of the people watching. His wife gave a snort of disgust and, seeking out her son among the press, withered him with her gaze.
Ginkga gazed out over the hunters. Where her eyes looked, their heads fell in shame. 'Have you any idea how much worry you brought your hearths?'
'But no one was hurt, my mother and -' Ravan began, before the Elder silenced him with a look.
'If we hadn't begged the Mother to shield you, who knows how many would've been killed?'
She stabbed a finger at Osidian and then Carnelian. They put you up to it, didn't they?'
'But it worked out exactly as the Master said it would,' cried Ravan, red-faced.
He reached over into a saddle-chair and lifted out an egg. Walking into the crowd, he handed it to a woman who received it like a baby. Ravan grinned as he heard the excitement rippling out through the crowd.
There may be as many as two for each hearth,' he announced.
The crowd came alive as they began clamouring for theirs. The hunters beamed as they began unpacking and handing out the treasure they had brought back for their people. Bright with pride, Krow joined in. Carnelian did not feel he should, though he was fired by the general elation. Crowrane stood, eyes downcast, behind his wife, so that it was Galewing who oversaw the distribution.
'Losing so many young will hurt the bellowers,' cried Ginkga over the commotion. 'You don't understand what you've done.'
Carnelian was sobered by the woman's dismay. The rest of her cries were drowned out by the sounds of celebration.
Ravan basked in the approval of his hearthkin as he told for the second time the tale of the expedition against the bellowers. Osidian strode heroic through that tale and as the Plainsmen savoured the delicacies that had been made with the eggs, eyes kept flicking to the Master, sitting as he always did watching something only he could see in the dancing of the flames.
Not Whin, not even Akaisha were falling under the spell of Ravan's story. They witnessed his swagger, his naked adoration of the Master, with unhappy eyes. Earlier, returning red-stained from the earthworks, they had uncurled the foetuses from the two eggs the hearth had been given and went to bury them among the roots of their mother tree.
As Carnelian watched Ravan, he fondled Poppy's head as she sat against his knee. He glanced at Fern. When he had returned to find Carnelian alive he had run to him and, taking hold of his arms, had regarded him with undisguised delight. This had made Sil unhappy even though she had kissed Carnelian as she did the others, glad to see them safely returned. Aware of her reaction, confused by Fern's intensity, Carnelian had disengaged from him. When Fern became aware of Sil, the three of them had been left isolated, prey to confused emotions.
A movement at the edge of Carnelian's vision drew his gaze down to Osidian's pale hand signing: It seems we are heroes.
Carnelian turned to look at him. Use handspeech.
Carnelian obliged him. The boy speaks only of you.
Osidian made a sign connoting amusement, then: This popularity will, I judge, keep our lives safe outside the ditches.
I intend to return to work with – Carnelian indicated Fern.
No. I need you with me.
From petty jealousy, you endangered our lives and many others.
Osidian made a contemptuous gesture of dismissal. I made a bid for power.
You make my decision firmer. I will take no further part in your machinations.
Osidian's hand fell still. Then, slowly, he turned to watch Ravan who was enacting the arrival of the bellower mothers. Without turning back, his hand began to shape signs again. He will not now leave my side.
Carnelian frowned, staring at the pale hand. The fingers curled.
The outer world is perilous.
Carnelian grew inflamed and pulled at Osidian's shoulder to make him look at him. 'Do you stoop, my Lord, like Jaspar did with my brother, to use threats against another as a means of controlling me?'
Carnelian's Quya made Ravan fall silent. The whole hearth were staring at the Standing Dead.
Osidian's eyes burned furiously. 'You should remember why we have ended up here, Carnelian.'
Carnelian was painfully aware of the people round about.
Osidian smiled at Ravan, who smiled back. 'Do not imagine when the time comes I will have mercy on the boy.'