Within weeks of the campaign Rayvan’s slender forces controlled most of Skoda. Those were the heady days of cheering crowds and earneraderie. Then word began to filter into the mountains of an army being gathered, and swiftly the mood changed. Rayvan had felt besieged in the city even before the enemy had arrived.
Now she felt light of heart.
Tenaka Khan was no ordinary man. She smiled and closed her eyes, summoning his image to her mind. He moved like a dancer in perfect control and he wore confidence like a cloak. The warrior born!
Ananais was more enigmatic but, by all the gods, he had the look of eagles about him. Here was a man who had been over the mountain. He it was who had offered to train her fledgling fighters and Lake had taken him back into the hills where they camped. The two brothers Galand and Parsal had travelled with them – solid men, with no give in them.
The black she was unsure of. He looked like a damned Joining, she thought. But for all that, he was a handsome devil. And there was little doubt he could handle himself.
Rayvan turned over, punching a little comfort into the thick pillow.
Send in your Legion, Ceska. We shall stove in their damned teeth!
Down the long corridor, in a room facing east, Tenaka and Renya lay side by side, an uncomfortable silence between them.
Tenaka rolled on to his elbow and looked down at her, but Renya did not return his gaze.
‘What is the matter?’ he asked.
‘Nothing.’
“That is palpably untrue. Please, Renya, speak to me.’
‘It was the man you killed.’
‘You knew him?’
‘No, I didn’t. But he was unarmed – there was no need.’
‘I see,’ he said, swinging his long legs from the bed. He walked to the window, and she lay there staring at his naked form silhouetted against the moonlight.
‘Why did you do it?’
‘It was necessary.’
‘Explain it to me.’
‘He led the mob and he was obviously Ceska’s man. By killing him suddenly, it cowed them. You saw them – all armed, many with bows. .They could have turned on us, but his death stunned them.’
‘It certainly stunned me – it was butchery!’
He turned to face her. ‘This is not a game, Renya. Many men will die, even before this week is out.’
‘It still was not right.’
‘Right? This isn’t a poem, woman! I am not some gold-armoured hero righting wrongs. I reasoned that his death would allow us to remove a cancer from the city without loss to ourselves. And anyway, he deserved to die.’
‘It doesn’t touch you, does it? Taking life? You don’t care that he might have had a family, children, a mother.’
‘You are right; I don’t care. There are only two people in the world that I love – you are one and Ananais is the other. That man had made his decision. He chose sides and he died for it. I don’t regret it and probably I would have forgotten it within the month.’
‘That is a terrible thing to say!’
‘You would prefer it if I lied to you?’
‘No. I just thought you were . . . different.’
‘Don’t judge me. I am only a man doing my best. I know no other way to be.’
‘Come back to bed.’
‘Is the argument over?’
‘If you want it to be,’ she lied.
In the room above them Pagan grinned and moved away from the window.
Women were strange creatures. They fell in love with a man and then sought to change him. Mostly they succeed – to spend the rest of their lives won-dering how they could have married such boring conformists. It is the nature of the beast, Pagan told himself. He thought of his own wives, running their faces past his mind’s eye, but he could picture only about thirty of them. You are getting old, he told himself .He often wondered how he had allowed the numbers to become so great. The palace was more crowded than a bazaar. Ego. That was it! There was no getting away from it. Just as there was no getting away from his forty-two children. He shuddered. Then he chuckled.