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Norton, Andre – Elvenblade 2 – Elvenblood (With Mercedes Lackey)

So in that much, at least, I still have some power among the tents.

“Priest Diric, I am come from the War Chief,” he said, as he rose from his bow.

Diric waited for the man to speak his piece, but he seemed to be struggling with the words. Odd. If this was a challenge from Jamal, would he be so reticent? Surely Jamal would have sent a bolder man.

“The War Chief begs a favor of you, a gift of your time,” the man said at last.

Diric raised one eyebrow. “A gift of my time? My time is always at the service of my people; the War Chief knows that. What is it that required favor? ”

The man shifted his weight uncomfortably. “It is—the slaves, Priest Diric, the new captives. He wishes you to assume the questioning of the new captives as to their origin and the disposition of their people.”

Now both eyebrows rose, and Diric’s surprise was unfeigned. “I?” he replied incredulously. “I? Are not such questions the proper realm of the War Chief?”

The man’s discomfort grew. “This is true, yet he requests that you assume this questioning, and send him word of what you learn.”

Diric assumed a stern expression. “What possible reason can he have for this? My time is as valuable as his—and dedicated to the well-being of all the clan, not only the warriors! He had best have a compelling reason for asking me to devote my time to the questioning of demons for the purpose of making war upon them! There is nothing in all of the edicts of the First Smith that demands we make war upon demons, for gain or for good.”

Now, this was something of an about-face for Diric, who had been trying to get more access to the prisoners, not less, but he hoped that the man would forget this and blurt something out under the pressure of the moment. And besides, there was a tale of the First Smith and the clever Sandfox—

If I protest, like the Fox, that “I do not want that rich, red meat, I truly hate that rich, red meat, and none but fools eat rich, red meat,” perhaps the meat will be left unguarded…

He was not disappointed.

“They—they will no longer speak to him, Priest Diric,” the man got out under the pressure of his disapproving glare. “The female has told the males with her to refuse to speak to him. Jamal is reluctant to put them to the question, for they could and would say anything to end it, and he would have no way of telling truth from falsehood.” He gulped, and sweat stood out on his forehead. “The female says that she will speak only to you from henceforth.”

Diric did not ease his glare in the slightest. “Oh? And for what reason does the female demon say she will speak only to me? I do not think I care for this—it is altogether too suspicious. Perhaps the demons wish me some harm! Perhaps they fear the power of the First Smith and seek to rid themselves of the First Priest so that they can act without hindrance!”

I do not want that rich, red meat!

Whatever Shana had done, it had embarrassed and angered Jamal—but she had done it in such a way that losing his temper would have only brought further shame upon him. Oh, she was clever, that maiden! Mentally he applauded her while giving no outward indication of his glee.

“She says—” The man’s voice was a whisper now, as shame for his Chief became shame he shared. “She says she has given him repeated proofs that she and hers are no demons, and that she is the War Chief of her own people. She says that he refused to treat her with the respect of leader for leader. He treated her with scorn, and she returns scorn for scorn. She says that you gave her the proper respect of a war-captive, and that as a consequence, she will speak only with you from henceforth. She made this declaration this morning, before many witnesses.”

Oh, my! How quickly she learns, this clever maiden! She has used custom against him in a way he cannot refute! He wanted to laugh aloud, but he kept his demeanor grave. “Very well,” he replied, after a moment’s pause, as if he were considering the request. “I will speak with the prisoners on Jamal’s behalf. It could be that these are not demons, and even if they are, I will trust in the power of the First Smith to protect me from their ill wishing. Perhaps courtesy will win from them what contempt would not.”

He could not keep himself from adding that last; the temptation was too great to overcome. The warrior only ducked his head a little between his shoulders, as if he could hide his shame by imitating a tortoise.

“You may bring the female to me as I break my fast,” Diric added, and waved a dismissing hand. The warrior seemed only too pleased to escape.

Kala returned from settling their two guests, burdened with his morning meal. “They are charming children, and the girl looks well in that jabba of pale cream,” she said, settling the tray beside him. “The one that I made for Besheba, but which she outgrew ere I finished the embroidery?”

He nodded, even though he hadn’t the faintest idea what she was talking about. Most clothing looked alike to him, except that it was new or old, this color or that, but Kala’s one failing was that she never could believe that. “I think she will be more comfortable properly clothed, and it was kind of you to think on,” he said, his voice warm with approval. “Now—here is a sudden change in things, and I have need of your thoughts! Jamal sent to me a man but a few moments ago—”

He described Jamal’s messenger and the message, while Kala sat completely still, absorbing all of it. Her dark eyes flashed with pleasure at Shana’s cleverness, and she nodded her round head vigorously.

“Ah, that was well done, husband!” she exclaimed, but not so loudly that her voice would carry past the walls of the tent, or past the floor beneath. “Now we may put forth your 0wn scheme the easier!”

“I wish you to remain with me for this little while,” he said, making his wish a request. “If you can spare the time, that is. You are better with locks than I; perhaps you can determine a way in which to unlock the collars, and make it possible to remove them without revealing that they are no longer locked.”

“Gladly,” she told him, her smile widening, making a white crescent across her face like a sliver of moon in the night sky. “I would like to meet this so-clever maiden; perhaps I should instruct her on the ways of a Man-Hearted Woman, so that she can claim that distinction as well! It would force Jamal to acknowledge her as a war-captive, and not as a slave, if she did.”

“That is well thought,” he chuckled. “Very well thought! It had not occurred to me. Jamal will be most discomfited; you know he is not in comfort when he must speak even to our own Man-Hearted Women, and this will vex him greatly!”

He chuckled again, thinking of Jamal’s extreme discomfort if Shana were to successfully claim that she was Man-Hearted. She would then officially be a war-captive, and Jamal would be forbidden by law and custom to put her or her underlings to the question; he would be completely unable to question her effectively, and her mere presence would make him uneasy. Oh, Kala was a clever one!

“You remind me yet again why I sought your hand,” he told her, capturing her plump hand in his and squeezing it, “though I still cannot comprehend why it was my suit that you favored.”

“That is why I keep to your tent, silly boy,” she teased, returning the caress. “You value wisdom, which lasts, over a slim-hipped and lissome figure, which does not! Ah—I hear them coming!”

Regretfully he released her hand, and put on his “Priest face.” As he had expected, Shana arrived with a full contingent of Jamal’s guards. Well, that would be changed. Henceforth, he would have his own men fetch her.

Trusted men. I believe I know who Jamal’s eyes and ears are among the Priests, but I shall keep risks to a minimum.

“So.” He regarded Shana with a stem gaze. “I understand that you wish to impart knowledge to me.”

She nodded, and cast scornful glances to either side of her, as if to make it plain that she was not going to speak even in the presence of Jamal’s underlings. “You know the ways of courtesy to a war-captive and a leader, Priest Diric. I will give you my word not to cause trouble nor escape; to you, and no other,” she replied shortly, and shut her mouth firmly.

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