Then he sat up and patted her shoulder. She jerked herself away from his touch. He smiled more broadly. “Could it be that the arrogant superwoman Lord, Anana the Bright, could be a trifle jealous? Unthinkable!”
“Unthinkable is correct,” she said. “How could I possibly care? How? Why?”
He stretched and yawned. “That’s up to you to figure out. After all, you are a woman, even if you deny being human, and we’ve been in close, almost too-intimate, contact, if I do say so myself. I’m a handsome fellow and a daredevil and a mighty warrior—if I do say so myself and I do, though I’m just repeating what thousands have said. You couldn’t help being attracted, even if you had some self-contempt for thinking ofaleblabbiy as attractive in any way.”
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“Have any women ever tried to kill you?” she snarled.
“At least a dozen. In fact, I’ve come closer to death from wounds inflicted by women than by all the great warriors put together.”
He fingered two scars over his ribs. “Twice, they came very close to doing what my most determined enemies could not do. And both claimed they loved me. Give me your honest, open hate anytime!”
“I neither hate nor love you, of course,” she said loftily. “I am a Lord, and …”
She was interrupted by an eagle, who said that Podarge wanted to talk to them while they breakfasted. The eagle was upset when Anana said that she wanted to bathe first and were any cosmetics, perfumes, etc., available in all these treasures? Kickaha smiled slightly and said he would go ahead to Podarge and would take the responsibility for her not showing up immediately. The eagle strode stiff-legged ahead of Anana to a corner of the cave where an ornately filigreed dresser held what she wanted.
Podarge was not displeased at Anana’s coming late because she had other things to consider. She greeted Kickaha as if she held him in high regard and then said that she had some interesting news. An eagle had flown in at dawn with a tale of a great fleet of warriors on the river which the Tishquet-moac called Petchotakl. It was the broad and winding stream that ran along the edge of the Trees of Many Shadows.
There were one hundred longboats with about fifty men each. So the fleet would total about five thousand of the Red Beards, who called themselves the Thyuda, that is, People. Kickaha said
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that he had heard of them from the Tishquetmoac, who complained of increasing raids by the Red Beards on the frontier posts and towns. But what was a fleet this size intending to do? Surely, it must mean a raid on, perhaps a siege of, Talanac itself?
She said that the Thyuda came from a great sea to the west, beyond the Glittering Mountains. Kickaha said that he had not yet crossed the Glittering Mountains, though he had long intended to. But he did know that the sea was about a thousand miles long and three hundred wide. He had always thought that Amerinds, people like those on the Plains, lived on its shore.
No, -Podarge said, self-satisfied because of the extent of her knowledge and power. No, her eagles reported that a long, long time ago there were feather-caps (Amerinds) there. But then Jadawin let in from Earth a tribe of tall light-skinned people with long beards. These settled down on the eastern shore and built fort-towns and ships. In time, they conquered and absorbed the dark-skins into the population. The dark-skins were slaves at first but eventually they became equals and they blended with the Thyuda, became Thyuda, in fact. The language became a simplified one, basically Thyuda but pidiginized and with many aboriginal loan-words.
The eastern end of the sea had been a federation under the joint kingship of Brakya, which meant Strife, and of Saurga, which meant Sorrow. But there had been a long hard civil war, and Brakya had been forced to flee with a loyal band of warriors and women. They had come over the Glittering Mountains and settled along the upper river. During the years they had increased in numbers and strength and begun their raiding of Tishquet-