He turned to look at Amber. “Satisfied?”
She nodded gravely. “I’ll sleep better.”
“You ought to pass your methods on to the schools the one in Redhill, anyway. Save some Patternist lives.”
“Healers usually stumble across it on their own. Most nonhealers can’t learn it even with teaching. They have to either rip or puncture something, or they have to hit as though at a Patternist. My way is somewhere in between. I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to do it.”
“You didn’t act as though you were afraid.”
“Of course not. I didn’t want you to try it with the idea that you couldn’t really expect to succeed.”
He looked at her, shook his head, and smiled slightly.
“Has anyone ever tried to make a healer of you?” she asked.
“They taught me what they could in school. I don’t have much of an aptitude for it, though.”
“So a lot of nonhealers told you.”
“I don’t, really. I don’t have the fine perception for it. I miss symptoms unless they’re really
obvious. Pain, profuse bleeding, no one could miss those. But little things, especially things that are caused by disease instead of injury I can’t sense them.”
She nodded. “Coransee has that problem, too, but you might not be as bad as he is. If you want to, when we get to Forsyth I’ll try teaching you a little more. I think you’re underrating yourself.”
“All right.” He hoped she was right. It would be reassuring to be able to do something better than Coransee could.
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Travel grew more difficult the next day. They reached the higher mountains and found that the trail lost itself among them, “washed out, as usual,” Amber said. The sectors nearest the coast were supposed to keep it clear, but during Rayal’s long illness such work had become too dangerous. Teray and Amber walked and led their horses more than they rode.
On the third day they did no riding at all. There was no longer a beach. The waves broke against rocks and the rocky base of the mountains. They knew the canyons and highlands that they had to travel. These they had memorized. There was no chance of their getting lost. But they were losing time. Walking, scrambling over rock and brush, wondering themselves where they and the horses were finding footholds. The trek was physically wearing, but at least they encountered few Clayarks.
There were deer and quail for hunting, and there were cattle that they left alone. The cattle belonged to coastal sectors whose attention they did not want to attract. On the fourth day they traveled within the boundaries of one of these sectors. They passed through as quickly and carefully as they could. They were farther inland than they wanted to be. At one point they found themselves looking down on a large House comfortably surrounded by its outbuildings, which lay below them in a small valley. They hurried on.
It was while they were passing through this sector that they became aware of a great tribe of Clayarks. They were well out of sight of the House, riding easily now since the people of the sector took care of their part of the trail. But they didn’t take care of themselves very well if they let themselves be invaded by so many Clayarks.
The Clayarks were restingor at least they were not moving. Teray and Amber, their strength united, tried to find out how large the tribe was. They could find no end to it. It extended beyond their double range. Hundreds and hundreds of Clayarks; surely death to any but a large, strong party of Patternists. Teray and Amber detoured widely to avoid any possible contact with them. The Clayarks seemed not to notice, but neither Teray nor Amber could relax again for some hours.
Midway through the journeyon the ninth day rather than on the fifth, as it should have beenthey had to leave the trail entirely even
though it was well kept and smooth now. Here, it left the coast and ran through the middle of a large sector. It had only gone through an edge of the sector in which they had found the Clayarks. Now, though, the coast jutted out in a large peninsula while the trail continued on due south. Teray and Amber decided to lose a little more time and stay near the coast. They would not follow it as closely as they had, but they would stay well away from the Houses of the sector. As careful as they were, though, early the next day they suddenly became aware of Patternists approaching them on horseback. Seven Patternists.
By now Teray and Amber worked together almost instinctively, worked together as though they had been a team for months instead of days. And they both were strong. It was possible that together they could take on seven Patternists and have a chance of winningif none of those Patternists was Coransee. Amber spoke as though on cue.
“I don’t think any of them is Coransee. I only got a flash of them before I shielded, but I think I would have sensed him if he had been with them.”
“People from this sector, perhaps,” said Teray.
“No matter who they are, we’re fair game.”
The two groups met in a grove of trees, Teray and Amber on one side, and the seven strangersfour men and three womenon the other. Teray and Amber sat still, tense, shielded
from the strangers, joined to each other only by the link. They waited.
“It would be best for you,” said a small, white-haired woman in the center of the seven, “if you came with us without fighting.”
The woman’s hair was naturally white, not graying with age, yet Teray knew she was old. He could not have explained how he knew. Her age did not show in any definable way. Either she or her healer had stopped all physical signs of its progress, to leave her looking about thirty-five. Yet Teray had no doubt that the woman had lived more than twice her apparent thirty-five years. Which was unusual for a Housemasteras this woman seemed by her manner to be. Most Housemasters were killed for their Houses long before they reached this woman’s age.
“There are seventeen of us,” the woman said quietly. “Ten that I don’t think you’ve noticed yet. We’re all linked. Attack one of us, and you attack us all.”
Immediately Teray and Amber became aware of the ten others approaching from the opposite direction, only now corning within range of the quick scan that they dared to make. Teray looked at Amber. Amber shrugged, then relaxed into a posture of apparent submission. What could they do against seventeen linked Patternists?
“What do you want of us?” asked Teray.
“To pay a debt,” said the woman.
Teray frowned. “A debt to whom?”
“Unfortunately for you, young one, to your brother. To Coransee.”
“You mean to hold us for him?”
“Yes.”
Teray relaxed as Amber had, aware of the tension in the link between them. It was not the tension of a thing on the verge of breaking, but of a thing held in check, ready to spring into action.
“No,” said Teray quietly.
The ten approaching Patternists came into view from among the trees. Teray ignored them, and felt Amber turn her attention to them, as he had expected her to. She was fast enough to sense any attack from their direction before it could do damage. Teray spoke again.
“If Coransee catches me, he’ll kill me. So I don’t have anything to lose in defying you.”
“You have the life of your woman to lose. I can see that you and she are linked.”
And Amber spoke up: “I’m not eager to have Coransee catch me either. And I’m my own woman, Lady Darah. Now as before.”
For the first time, the woman took her eyes off Teray. “I was afraid you might be. Hello, Amber.”
Amber lowered her head slightly in greeting. “You’re right, Lady. We are linked. We’re going to stay linked. And you should be able to guess where we’re going to direct all our power the moment you attack us.”
Teray picked it up at once, suppressing his surprise that Amber knew the woman. “You know Coransee is my brother, Lady. That should give you some idea of my strength. Unless you’re willing to sacrifice your own life as well as the lives of seve
ral of your people, let us go.”
“I know you’re strong,” she said. “But I don’t believe you could kill me. Not linked as I am with so many. If you think about it, you won’t believe it either.” She signaled the ten riders now waiting a short distance behind Amber and Teray. The ten began to move forward, clearly intending to herd Teray and Amber before them.
But neither Amber nor Teray moved. Through the link, Teray felt Amber’s slight expenditure of strength an instant before he realized what she had done. Then he understood.
Six of the horses approaching themthe six closest collapsed. Shouting with surprise, some of the riders jumped clear. Some fell. All seventeen Patternists had been expecting an attack on themselves, or at least on Darah. This attack on their horses caught them completely by surprise. Amber finished it quickly, giving them no chance to take advantage of the momentary opening in her shield. Teray was instantly on guard to stop any who tried.
But there was no movement other than that of the fallen riders and their horses picking themselves up from the ground. None of them seemed to be hurt. And as the Patternists remounted, none of them seemed eager to close with Teray and Amber again.
“Lady,” said Amber softly, “you may have forgotten my skill, but I haven’t. I can kill you here and now, no matter who you’re linked with. I can kill you as easily as I’d kill a Clayark. I’m fast enough to do it to at least one person before anyone reaches me.”
The woman held Amber’s gaze steadily. “You’d die for it. My people would kill you.”
“No doubt. But what good would that do you?”
“You’re not under any death sentence from Coransee.”
“No.”
“And … in view of the favor you once did me, I might be willing to let you go. If you go alone.”
“Might you?”
“Do you want to die, Amber?” The woman’s voice had become hard.
“No, Lady.”
“Then go!”
“No … Lady.”
“I don’t believe you’re willing to sacrifice your life for him.”
Amber smiled. “Yes, you do.”
“And,” the woman continued over Amber’s words, speaking to Teray again, “I don’t believe you’re the kind to let someone else do your fighting for you.”
“Do you think I’d be foolish enough to refuse her help against you and sixteen other people?”
“I just wanted to give you a chance to save her life since you can’t save your own.”
“Lady, you choose any three of your people. Keep linked with them and sever with the others. I’ll take the four of you on alone. That’s the kind of chance I’d like.”
The woman stared at him, then laughed aloud. “Boasting in a situation like this. You’re his brother all right.”
She didn’t think he was boasting. In fact, Teray thought, in a way she was boastingassuring him that he was doomed, yet not attacking. Trying to separate Amber from him.
“Are you ready to die now, Lady?” he asked.
She said nothing but her people looked more alert.
He nodded. “I thought not. I have no more time for you.” He whipped his horse forward suddenly, sending it straight into Darah and her companions. He was aware of Amber moving beside him but he kept his attention on Darah and her people. Their horses reacted, leaping aside, startled, half rearing before their riders tightened controls on them, calmed them.
At a canter, Teray and Amber continued on, Teray now focusing his awareness ahead while Amber focused hers behind on Darah and her people. But Darah was not following.
Teray wanted to urge his horse into a headlong gallop, get away before the woman changed her mind. But he knew better. There was no “away” within his immediate reach. Darah could catch him if she wanted to as long as he was anywhere near her home sector. She had allies, no doubtother Housemasters who would be willing to help her. And she had other members of her own House whom she could command to help her. It was all a matter of how much she was willing to lose to repay her debt to Coransee. He had no doubt that she was willing to sacrifice a few of her people. But apparently her own life was another matter. Now if only she did not find someone else more courageousor foolhardyto lead another attack in her place.
They rode on, no longer following their roundabout route, but traveling due south across the peninsula. It seemed better to take the chance of riding through more of the sector now than to take the time to ride around it. If Coransee wanted Teray held, then he was coming after him. He was probably already on his way, and possibly not far behind.
Teray and Amber had not spoken since their escape, but through the link, Teray could feel Amber’s anxiety. She was as eager to put the sector behind them as he was. She was grimly alert, her awareness now mingling shieldless with his. Together they covered an area nearly twice the size that either of them could have managed alone.
With only brief rest stops, they rode on through
the evening and into the night, not stopping until they had to, until both they and the horses were too weary to go on.
Then they camped in the hills, in a depression too small to be called a valley. It was surrounded by low grassy hills, so that while a Patternist passing nearby might sense them, no one who failed to sense them would see them and have reason to be curious. They lit no fire, ate a cold meal from the rations they had been conserving. Biscuits made that morning, water, jerked beef, and raisins. And for the first time they felt like the fugitives they were.
The night passed uneventfully. They slept as usual since the canopy of their awareness guarded them, once set, whether they were awake or asleep. The next morning they ate a quick skimpy breakfast and rode on early. They were no longer within Darah’s sector but they were still close enough to it to be nervous.
A little of their urgency was gone, though. They reassured each other, calmed each other, without intending to. They had hardly spoken since escaping from Darahhad hardly communicated in any way beyond sensing each other’s feelings. That had been enough until now. Now Teray was in a more talkative mood. And now he had something to sayperhaps.
“Amber?”
She glanced at him.
“Where did you know Darah from?”
“Here,” she said. “The last time I came through, Darah didn’t have a decent healer and she looked twenty years older than she does now. Of course forty years older would be more accurate. Anyway, I helped her. I had thought of her as an old friend. Until now.”
“An old lover, you mean?”
She raised an eyebrow. “No. All her lovers are men.”
He looked at her for several seconds, studying her. Golden-skinned, small-breasted, slender, strong. Sometimes she looked more like a boy than a woman. But when they lay together at night, their minds and their bodies attuned, enmeshed, there was no mistaking her for anything but a woman. Yet…
“Which do you prefer, Amber, really?”
She did not pretend to misunderstand him. “I’ll tell you,” she said softly. “But you won’t like it.”
He looked away from her. “I asked for the truth. Whether I like it or not, I have to know.”
“Already?” she whispered.
He pretended not to hear.
“When I meet a woman who attracts me, I prefer women,” she said. “And when I meet a man who attracts me, I prefer men.”
“You mean you haven’t made up your mind yet.”
“I mean exactly what I said. I told you you wouldn’t like it. Most people who ask want me definitely on one side or the other.”
He thought about that. “No, if that’s the way you are, I don’t mind.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“You know I didn’t mean any offense.”
She sighed. “I know.”
“And I wasn’t asking just out of curiosity.”
“No.”
“You risked your life for me with Darah.”
“Not really. I know her. She’
s managed to live as long as she has by gathering a solidly united House, and by avoiding situations that could kill her. She talks a good fight.”
“She believed you were ready to die with me.”
Amber was silent for a moment. Then she smiled ruefully. “I was. She’s not only good at bluffing, but at seeing through a bluff, so I had to
be.”
“No, you didn’t.”
She said nothing.
“Stay with me, Amber. Be my wifelead wife,
once I have my House.”
She shook her head. “No. I warned you. I love youI guess we’re too close not to get to love each other sooner or later. But no.”
“Why?”
“Because I want the same .thing you want. My House. Mine.”
“Ours…”
“No.” The word was a stone. “I want what I want. I could have given my life for you back there if we had had to fight. But I could never give my life to you.”
“I’m not asking for your life,” he said angrily. “As my lead wife, you’d have authority, freedom ”
“How interested would you be in becoming my lead husband?”
“Be reasonable, Amber!”
“I am. After all, I’m going to need a lead husband.”
He glared at her, thoroughly angry, yet still searching for the words that would change her mind. “Why the hell did you stay two years with Coransee if you wanted your own House?”
“To enjoy the man, and to learn from him. I learned a lot.”
“You needed that on top of what you already had from Kai?”
“I needed it. I didn’t want to be just a copy of Kai, running on her memories. Clayarks, Teray.”
Her tone did not change as she gave the warning, but through the link he was instantly
aware of her alarm. She had reason to be alarmed. She had sensed the edge of a vast horde of Clayarksperhaps the same tribe that they had noticed days before. They were behind Teray and Amber, approaching from the direction of Darah’s sector. It was possible that they had attacked one of the Houses there.
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