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 Duncan smiled oddly。 〃You had best recall the maker of that blade; my lord。〃
 Finn's teem showed in a feral smile。 〃A Cheysuli blade ever knows its first master。〃
 Alix looked again at the runes on the sword; transfixed by their alien shapes and the implications of them。
 Carillon held his ground。 〃You do not even use swords yourselves; shapechanger!〃
 Finn shrugged。 〃We prefer to give men a close death。 A sword does not serve us。 We fight with knives。〃 He paused; glancing at Alix。 〃Knives。。。 and fir…shape。〃
 〃Then what of your bows?〃 Carillon snapped。
 〃They were for hunting; originally;〃 Duncan said lightly。
 〃Then the Mujhars of Homana began requiring our services in
 war; and we learned to use them against men。〃 His yellow eyes
 were implacable。 〃When the qu'mahlin began; we used them
 against those we once served;〃
 Finn moved forward; so close to Carillon the tip of the broad…sword rested against his throat。 〃Use it;〃 he taunted in a whisper。 〃Use it; princeling。 Strike home; if you can。〃
 Carillon did not move; as if puzzled by the invitation。 Alix; sickened by the tensions; bit at her bottom lip。
 Finn smiled and put his hand on the blade。 His browned fingers rested lightly on the finely honed edges。 〃Tell me; my lord; whom Hale's sword will answer。 The heir of the man who began the qu'mahlin; or Hale's only blood…son?〃
 〃Finn;〃 Duncan said softly。 Alix thought he sounded re…proachful。
 Her fingers twined themselves into the folds of her yellow skirts; scraping against the rough woolen fabric。 She knew she would see Finn die; even with his hand on the blade the warrior could never keep Carillon from striking him down。 She owed no kindness to Finn; who had stolen her so rudely; but neither did she wish to see him struck down before her eyes。 The sour taste of fear filled her mouth。
 〃Carillon。。。〃 she begged。 She swallowed back me constriction in her throat。 〃Do you begin your uncle's work already?〃
 〃As I can;〃 he said grimly。
 Finn's fingers on me blade shifted slightly。 Alix thought he
 would drop me hand and move into a defensive posture; but he
 did not。 Before she could cry out he twisted the sword aside with only a hand。 His own knife flashed as he stepped into Carillon。
 〃No!〃 she cried; lunging forward。
 Duncan's hand came down on her arm and jerked her back。 She tried to pull free and could not; then stood still as she saw the Cheysuli blade against Carillon's throat。 The broadsword was in his right hand; but she realized the weapon was too bulky to draw back and strike with in close quarters; particularly with Finn so close。
 〃Do you see; lordling; what it is for a man to face a Cheysuli in battle?〃 Finn asked gently。 〃I do not doubt you have been trained within the walls of your fine palace; but you have not faced a Cheysuli。 Until that is done you have not learned at all。〃
 Carillon's teeth clenched as they shut with a click。 The muscles of his jaw rolled; altering the line of his face; but he said nothing at all。 Nor did he flinch before the knife at his throat。
 Finn slid a bright glance at Alix。 〃Will you beg me for his
 life; meijha
 〃I will not;〃 she said clearly。 〃But if you slay him here; I myself will see to yow death。〃
 His eyebrows shot up in mock astonishment。 Then he grinned into Carillon's still face。 〃Well; princeling; you have women to argue for you。 Perhaps I should respect that。〃 He shrugged and stepped away; returning the knife to his belt。 〃But she is Cheysuli; and my rujholla; and I will not risk it。〃
 Duncan bent and picked up the scarlet reins Carillon had dropped。 He held them out。 Silently the prince slid his sword home in its silver…laced leather sheath and took them。
 〃Finn will escort you to Mujhara。〃
 Carillon looked only at Alix。 〃I will e back for you。〃
 〃Carillon。。。〃
 〃I will e back for you。〃
 Alix nodded and hugged herself; hunching her shoulders
 defensively。 She knew he could not win her freedom without
 sacrificing himself; which would give her no freedom at all… The
 Cheysuli had disarmed both of them…
 Carillon turned away from her and mounted the big chestnut。
 From the horse's great height he looked down on them all。
 〃You are foolish;〃 he said stiffly; 〃to free me without requiring gold。〃
 Fmn laughed。 〃You seek to instruct us at the risk of your own welfare?〃
 〃It is only that I do not understand。〃
 Duncan smiled。 〃The Cheysuli do not require gold; my lord;
 save to fashion the fir…tokens and the ornaments our women
 wear。 We desire only to end this war the Mujhar wages against
 us; and the chance to live as we once did。 Freely; without
 fearing our children will be slain because of their yellow eyes;〃
 〃If you had not sought to throw down Homanan rule〃
 Duncan interrupted sharply。 〃We did not。 We have ever served the blood of me Mujhars。 Hale; in taking Lindir from her rehem; freed her of a marriage she did not desire。 In doing that he performed the service to which he bound himself he served the Mujhar's blood。〃 He smiled slightly。 〃It was not what Shaine expected of his service; perhaps; for Hale was his man。 It was only he wanted Lindir more。〃
 〃Your jehana was a willful woman;〃 Finn said to Alix; deliberately distinct as if to hammer the point home。 〃Do you echo her?〃
 She brought her head up haughtily; defying him。 〃Were / within Homana…Mujhar; I would not leave it to go into the forests with a Cheysuli warrior。 Do not judge me by my mother。〃
 Finn grinned; triumphant。 〃If I have at last got you to admit to your blood; meijha。 I will judge you by anything。〃
 Before she could retort he famed and faded into the trees。 Alix glared after him。 men scowled as he returned a moment later on his dun…colored horse。
 Duncan moved to Carillon's horse; looking up at me prince。 〃I would send greetings to Shaine the Mujhar; did I think he would accept them。 We do not desire this war。〃
 Carillon smiled mirthlessly。 〃I think the Mujhar has made his desires clear; shapechanger。〃
 Duncan put a hand on the warhorses burnished shoulder idly。 〃If you seek to continue the qu'mahlin; my lord; you are not the man I believe you arc。 The prophecy has said。〃 He smiled and stepped away; using the spread…fingered gesture。 〃Tahlmorra。 Carillon。〃
 〃I renounce your prophecy;〃 the prince said flatly。
 The clan…leader reached out and caught Alix's arm。 drawing her close。 〃If you do that; my lord; you renounce her。〃
 Alix shivered once under his hand。 〃Let me go with Carillon。〃
 〃No。〃
 Finn moved his horse alongside the chestnut and smiled sardonically at the prince。 〃Waste no more time。 I would not wish the Mujhar angrier than he must be。 e; princeling。 We ride。〃
 He brought his hand down on the chestnut's wide rump and sent him lunging forward。 Finn crowded his mount behind so that Carillon could not wheel back; and the last Alix saw of the prince was his tawny…dark head ducking a low branch。
 She made an involuntary movement to follow and again Duncan's hand held her back。 After a moment he released her。
 〃It is not so bad;〃 he said quietly。 〃You have much to leam; but it will e quickly enough when you have accepted your blood。〃
 Alix drew a shaky breath and stared hard at him。 〃I will not claim you a liar; shapechanger; but neither will I submit to your rule。 If I accept this as your tahlmorra; I do it on my own terms。〃
 A tall warrior smiled at her。 〃A Cheysuli could do it no other way。〃
 Alix scowled at him。 Mutinously; she followed him through the trees to his waiting horse。
 Chapter Seven
 Alix was so weary by me time the evening fell she let Duncan lead her to his fire and push her down onto a thick tawny pelt without saying a word。 A crofter's daughter spent little time on horseback; her muscles ached and her legs had raw sores rubbed on them。 She huddled on the pelt numbly and pulled her tattered skirts around her bare feet as best she could。 When Duncan put a bowl of hot stew into her hands she thanked him shakily and began to spoon it into her mouth…He sat down on another pelt across from her and picked up the bow Carillon had praised。 Silently he began to rub it with an oiled cloth; eyes on his work。
 Alix sipped at the cup of honey brew he had given h

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