He frowned. “I don’t understand.”
She decided to make the point she had been wanting to make about the difference between Sanctity and Terra. “At home, on planet Terra, among those who once called themselves Saints and now identify themselves as the Sanctified, I would be addressed simply as Matron Yrarier. Men are either Boy or Husband. Women are either Girl, or (briefly) Bride, or Matron. Both sexes are at some pains to marry early and lose the titles of childhood. We—that is, our family—are not among the Sanctified. I do not regard any of Sanctity’s female titles as pertaining to myself.
“I am, however, Terran. In my childhood home, the area called Lesser Britain, I am Marjorie, Lady Westriding, my widower father’s eldest child. ‘Lady Marjorie’ would only be correct if I were a younger daughter. Also, I have the honor of being the Master of the Westriding Hunt. The position was offered me, I believe, because of my good fortune at the Olympics”
He looked interested but without comprehension. “Olympics?”
“A Terran contest of various athletic skills, including horsemanship,” she said gently. If there was much the Yrariers did not know about Grass, there were many things the Grassians did not know about the Yrariers, as well. “I rode in what is called puissance jumping, in which the horse cannot see what is beyond the barrier, and that barrier is well over his head.” He showed no comprehension. “You do not have that here, I see. Well, I did that, and dressage riding, which is a very gentle sport, and endurance riding, which is not. I was what is called a gold medalist. Roderigo was a medalist also. It is how we met.” She smiled, making a deprecatory gesture. Obviously the poor man knew nothing about all this. “So, I might be called Lady Westriding or Madam Yrarier or Master, though the latter is appropriate only on the hunting field. Perhaps there is some title given to ambassadors or their wives here on Grass? It would be convenient for me to know what title would be considered acceptable.”
Despite his initial ignorance, he had followed all of this closely. “Not, I think, Madam Yrarier,” he mused. “Marital titles are not customary except between family leaders, that is in ‘bon’ families. Each family has one Obermun and one Obermum, almost always husband and wife, though it might be mother and son. There are seven aristocratic families currently, quite large families by now: Haunser, Damfels, Maukerden, Laupmon, Smaerlok, Bindersen, and Tanlig; and these families use the prefatory ‘bon,’ before their names. When a child results from a liaison between members of these families, it is given a surname by either the father or the mother, depending upon what family the child will be part of, and thereafter continues in that name whether later married or not.”
“Ah,” she mused “So, in meeting a woman or child, I will not know—“
“You will not know the relationship. Not by the name, Lady Westriding. We are a country people, sparsely scattered upon a small part of our world. Long ago we fled the oppression of Sanctity and the crowding of Terra”—his raised brows told her he had taken her point—“and have had no wish to allow either upon Grass. Though some estancias have been lost, we have never added another estancia to the initial number—except for Opal Hill, of course, but we did not build that. We know one another and one another’s grandfathers and grandmothers back to the time of settlement. We know who liaised with whom, and what child is the child of whom. It seems to me appropriate you should be called Marjorie Westriding or Lady Westriding. This places you upon the proper level in your own right. As for learning who everyone else is … you will need someone who knows. Perhaps I could recommend someone to you as secretary, some lateral family member, perhaps.,..”
“Lateral?” She raised a quizzical eyebrow, shivering a little at the chill in the room.
He was instantly solicitous. “You are cold. Shall we return to the winter quarters? Though spring is imminent, it will still be more comfortable below for the next few weeks.”