The Lord of the Tuscalora lost his resolve. Painfully resigned, he sank to his cushions and rubbed his hands on chubby knees. 'Very well, Mara. I accept the inevitable. We shall abide by your wishes.' He said to his First Strike Leader, 'Put up your arms.'
The Lord of the Tuscalora looked on uneasily while Mara shifted her weight to ease her wounded arm. The Lady of the Acoma had refused Jidu's offer to let his healer tend her; instead she had settled for a field bandage contrived by Papewaio. Acoma soldiers still held position amid the chocha-la and the Tuscalora Force Commander confirmed the worst. The Acoma could fire the field again before they could be forced back.
Jidu sweated and strove desperately to pass the matter off as a misunderstanding. 'It was an agreement between men, my Lady. I had many wagers with your late husband. Sometimes he won, sometimes I won. We let the sums accumulate, and when I won a bet, the amount was deducted. If later I chanced to gain the advantage, I let the debt ride in turn. It's . . . a gentleman's agreement.'
'Well, I do not gamble, Lord Jidu.' Mara turned dark, angry eyes upon her unwilling host. 'I think we shall simply settle for payment . . . and indemnity for the damage done my honour. Acoma soldiers died this day.'
'You ask the impossible!' The Lord of the Tuscalora flung pudgy hands in the air in an un-Tsurani-like display of distress.
Mara raised her eyebrows. 'You still choose not to honour this debt?' She glanced pointedly towards the Acoma soldiers who clustered close at hand, an archer in their midst ready to launch another signal arrow. Jidu stared at the shell sequins ornamenting his sandals. 'Ah, my Lady . . . I'm sorry to cause you inconvenience. But threats cannot change the fact that I am unable to honour the debt at this time. Of course, I will meet my obligation in full the instant my circumstances permit. On this you have my uncompromised word.'
Mara sat very still. Her voice held a hard and bitter edge. 'I am not presently inclined towards patience, Lord Jidu. How soon may I expect payment?'
Jidu looked abashed as he admitted, 'I have recently suffered personal reversals, Lady Mara. But I can safely promise compensation when this year's crop goes to market.'
If it goes to market, Mara thought pointedly. She sat back. 'The chocha-la harvest is not due for another three months, Lord Jidu. You expect me to wait until then for two thousand centuries of metal - and my indemnity?'
'But you must,' the Lord of the Tuscalora exclaimed miserably. He motioned in distress to the short, thin man who sat at his master's side. Sijana, the Tuscalora hadonra, shuffled scrolls in a hasty review of the estate's finances. He whispered furiously in his master's ear and paused, expectant. Lord Jido patted his stomach with renewed confidence. 'Actually, Lady, two thousand centuries can be paid now - plus another five hundred to repair the damage you've suffered. But a single payment of that size would prevent me from expanding the planting for next year. Lord Buntokapi understood this and promised to allow a favourable repayment schedule, five hundred centuries a year for the next four years - five years to cover the restitution.' The hadonra's nod of satisfaction turned to dismay; a deep flush rose from Jidu's collar as he realized his words had contradicted his earlier insistence that his debt was to be left to wait upon the outcome of future wagers. Since Mara was certain to seize upon this small but shameful lie, he quickly added, 'I'll pay interest, of course.'
Heavy silence fell, punctuated by Jidu's heavy breathing and a near-imperceptible creak of armour as Papewaio shifted his weight to the balls of his feet. Mara used her good hand to open her fan, her manner poisonously sweet. 'You argue like a moneylender, while Acoma soldiers lie dead outside your door? If my late Lord chose to offer terms on the debt, so be it. Produce the document and we shall abide by the terms.'
Jidu blinked. 'But our agreement was spoken, Lady Mara, a promise between noblemen.'
The fan vibrated in the air as Mara reined back rage. 'You have no proof? And yet you haggle?'
With his field held hostage, Jidu shied from bringing up matters of honour again. 'You have my word, my Lady.'
Mara winced. The Lord of the Tuscalora had created a situation where she could only call him forsworn, an insult no ruler could ignore. Etiquette demanded that the Lady of the Acoma accept the agreement, thereby gaining nothing for the next three months, and then only a fifth of what was due, or resume the useless slaughter.
The fan poised motionless in her hand. 'But this debt is overdue already, Lord Jidu,' she said. 'Your hadonra's failure to acknowledge inquiries in timely fashion brought about this impasse. I will brook no more delays, or your fields will be put to the torch.'
'What do you propose?' he asked weakly.
Mara rested her pretty fan on her knee. Though her wound obviously taxed her, she judged her moment perfectly, offering a counterbargin before Jidu's wits could recover. 'My Lord, you own a small strip of land between my northern and southern needra fields, cut down the middle by the dry stream bed.'
Jidu nodded. 'I know the land.' He had once offered to sell that same acreage to Mara's father; Sezu had declined, because the land was useless. The banks of the dried stream were rocky and eroded and much too steep to cultivate. A crafty expression crossed the features of the Lord of the Tuscalora. 'Have you a need for that land, my Lady?'
Mara tapped her fan, thoughtful. 'We recently gave the use of our upper meadow to the cho-ja. Now, Jican might find it useful for those lower fields to be connected, perhaps with a plank bridge so the needra calves can cross without injuring their legs.' Recalling the stray note Sezu had left penned in one corner of a very tattered map, Mara stifled a smile. As if conceding a favour, she added, 'Lord Jidu, I am willing to cancel your debt in exchange for the land and all privileges granted along with it. Also, you will vow not to oppose the Acoma for the remainder of your life.'
The wizened hadonra stiffened in poorly hidden alarm; he whispered in his master's ear. The Lord of the Tuscalora heard him, then smiled unctuously at Mara. 'As long as the Tuscalora are allowed access to the Imperial Highway for our wagons, I'll agree.'
The Lady of the Acoma returned a gracious wave of her fan. 'But of course. Your workers may drive your wagons down the gully to the highway anytime they wish, Lord Jidu.'
'Done!' Lord Jidu's cheeks bulged into a smile. 'My word upon it! And gladly.' Then in an attempt to reduce tensions, he bowed low. 'I also salute your courage and wisdom, Lady, that this unfortunate confrontation has brought a closer bond between our two families.'
Mara gestured to Papewaio, who helped her rise. 'I'll have your vow, Jidu. Bring out your family sword.'
For a moment there was tension in the air again, for Mara was publicly demanding the most sacred oath in place of a simple assurance. Still, until the Tuscalora fields were clear of Acoma warriors, Lord Jidu dared not protest. He sent a servant to fetch the ancient sword of his forefathers, one as old as any in the Empire, precious steel wrapped in a simple sheath of cane wood. While Mara and her officer looked on, the Lord of the Tuscalora gripped the hilt and pronounced his oath to abide by his promise in the name of his ancestors.
At last satisfied, Mara gestured to her soldiers. They helped her back into her bloodstained litter. Her face seemed pale as she lay back in her cushions. Gently her retinue lifted her onto their shoulders. As they prepared to carry their wounded mistress home, Mara nodded at the Lord of the Tuscalora. 'The debt is met fairly, Jidu. I will gladly tell anyone who asks that the Lord of the Tuscalora is a man of honour who meets his obligations without flinching.' Then she added, pointedly, 'And abides by his promises. All will know your word is your bond.'
The Lord of the Tuscalora stood unflinching under the sting of her sarcasm. He had underrated her and had lost a great deal of prestige through the mistake. But at least the breach of honour would not become public knowledge, and for that small grace he thanked the heavens.
* * *
When the Acoma retinue was safely away from the Tuscalora house, Mara closed her eyes and hid her face in her hands. Alarmed, P
apewaio stepped closer to the litter. 'You took a very great risk, my Lady. Yet you triumphed.'
Mara's reply came muffled through her hands. 'Many brave men were killed.'
Papewaio nodded. 'But they died like warriors, mistress. Those who gained honour at your command will sing your praises before the gods.' He fell silent then, for the litter seemed to be shaking. 'My Lady?'
Papewaio looked to see what ailed his mistress. Behind the shield of her palms, Mara was weeping with anger. Papewaio left her to her own release for a time, then said, 'If the gully is flooded, the Lord of the Tuscalora will have no easy way to take his crops to market.'
Mara's hands came down. Despite red eyes and a white face, her expression showed crafty triumph. 'If Jidu is forced to use the long pass around the gorge to reach the Imperial Highway, his chocha-la will spoil with mould by the time it reaches Sulan-Qu. That will cause hardship for my Lord of the Tuscalora, for I doubt he'll be able to pay the toll I will impose upon use of my needra bridge.' When Papewaio turned curious eyes upon his mistress, she added, 'You heard Jidu vow never to oppose the Acoma? Well, that is a start. That fat dog will be my first vassal. Within the season, Pape, within the season.'
The Acoma Strike Leader marched along, considering what this young woman had accomplished since he had accompanied Keyoke to the temple to bring her home. He nodded once to himself. Yes, Jidu of the Tuscalora would bend his knee before Mara or else forfeit his harvest. Such were the ways of the game, and Mara had gained the victory. There could be no doubt.
* * *
The brightly painted litter sitting in the dooryard of the Acoma estate house confirmed that Bruli of the Kehotara awaited the Lady of the Acoma. Mara reined in her irritation. Returned from the hive of the cho-ja, whose growing Queen had offered wonderful balms for healing Mara's shoulder, the young woman dismissed her bearers and escort. She must at least offer her personal greeting before giving Bruli an excuse to quit her presence, or else risk insult to the Kehotara. Which, Mara considered, might just be one of the reasons the Lord of the Minwanabi had dispatched his vassal's handsome son to the Acoma estate.
Misa, the prettier of her personal maids, waited just inside the door. She held a comb and brush, and one arm was draped with a richly embroidered overrobe whose colours would set off her mistress's dark eyes. Recognizing the hand of Nacoya in the appointing of the welcoming committee, Mara submitted without comment. With the slightest of frowns marring her brow, she stood while Misa's hands expertly arranged her hair into a knot fastened with jewelled pins. The overrobe fastened in front with a row of flimsy ribbons, yet hid the white bandage that dressed the wound on her upper arm. Questioning Nacoya's taste, Mara nodded briskly for Misa to retire, then made her way to the great hall where Nacoya was entertaining her guest in her absence.
The young son of the Kehotara rose and bowed formally on her entrance. He wore a costly robe buttoned with sapphires, the high cut of the hem and sleeves showing his legs and arms to good advantage.
'Bruli, how pleasant to see you again.' Mara sat on the cushions opposite the young man, bemused by his changed appearance. He was a good-looking man. Inwardly, she considered that most young ladies would have been flattered, even anxious, to be the focus of this suitor's attention. His smile almost glowed and his charm was undeniable. In some ways it was a pity he was born to a noble house, for he could easily have been a master of the Reed Life and retired wealthy from the rewards of sharing his charms with powerful clients.
'My Lady, I am pleased to see you again.' Bruli seated himself, neatly tucking his sandals beneath his calves. 'I trust the business with your neighbour went well?'
Mara nodded absently. 'Merely a small debt from Jidu to my late Lord Buntokapi that needed settlement. The matter has been resolved.'
A flicker of interest stirred in the eyes of the young man, at odds with his languid expression. Reminded that Bruli might himself be an agent for the Minwanabi, Mara steered the conversation away from her contention with Lord Jidu. 'My outing this morning has left me tired and hot. If you will join me, I will have my servant bring wine and cakes to the garden.' To allow her tactic time to have effect, she seized upon the simplest excuse. 'I will meet you there after I change into a more comfortable robe.'
Nacoya nodded almost imperceptibly, telling Mara that her delay had been opportune. The young suitor bowed. While a servant led him away, the First Adviser to the Acoma hurried to her mistress's side, her usual grouchy manner replaced by solicitude. 'Did the cho-ja ease your pain?'
'Yes.' Mara fingered the ribbons on the overrobe. 'Now, mother of my heart, will you explain to me what this silly frippery has to do with our plans for young Bruli?'
Nacoya's eyes widened with evil delight. 'Ah, Mara-anni, you have much to learn of the ways of men!' Taking her charge firmly by the hand, she towed her off to her private quarters. 'This afternoon you must do your best to be the temptress, my Lady. I have selected appropriate raiment for you to wear after your bath.'
Crossing the threshold, Nacoya displayed a conspirator's excitement. Servants could be heard pouring bath water behind the small folding partition, and several items of clothing had been neatly laid out upon the sleeping mat. Mara regarded her adviser's chosen outfit with a sceptical eye. 'Nacoya, several pieces seem to be missing.'
Nacoya smiled. She gathered up the skimpy lounging robe, commonly worn by ladies in the privacy of their own quarters. Nudity, per se, was not a social difficulty. Adults and children of both sexes bathed together and a small loincloth for swimming was optional. But like most things involved with courtship, provocation was a condition of the mind. Worn in the garden in the presence of a stranger, this slight gown would prove more alluring than if Mara had invited Bruli to swim naked with her.
Nacoya ran old fingers over the gauzy fabric, her manner suddenly serious. 'For my small plan to work, Bruli must become motivated by more than the wish to please his father. If he comes to desire you, he will do things he otherwise would never consider. You must act as flirtatiously as you are able.'
Mara almost winced. 'Shall I simper?' She turned sideways, surrendering the lace fan to one of the servants who arrived to remove her travelling robes.
'That might not hurt.' Nacoya stepped over to a chest and fished out a small vial. Then she hummed softly over the splash of the bath water; the song was an ancient courting tune she remembered from her youth. Presently Mara emerged from behind the screen, swathed in soft towels. The old woman waved the servants aside and dabbed an exotic essence upon the girl's shoulders and wrists, and between her breasts. Then she lifted the towels aside; regarding the nude form of her mistress, she resisted an impulse to cackle. 'You've a fine, healthy body on you, Mara-anni. If you could practise a little more grace and elegance in your movement, you could have all the blood gone from his head in a minute.'
Not at all convinced, Mara turned towards the reflecting glass, a costly gift from a clan leader on her wedding day. Against its dark patina, a dimmer shadow returned her gaze. Childbirth had left a minimum of stretch marks, the result of constant ministration of special oils during her pregnancy. Her breasts were slightly larger than before Ayaki's conception, but her stomach was as flat as ever. After giving birth to her son she had begun the practice of tan-che, the ancient formal dance that strengthened the body while keeping it limber. But Mara found little attractive in her slender form, particularly after having seen Teani's charms.
'I'm going to feel terribly silly,' she confided to her image in the glass. Nevertheless, she allowed the servants to dress her in the skimpy robe, with several pieces of flashing jewellery and a ribbon upon her right ankle. Billowy sleeves concealed the dressing on her upper arm. Humming loudly now, Nacoya stepped behind her mistress and gathered her hair on top of her head. Binding it with ivory and jade pins, she fussed and allowed a few wisps to dangle artfully down around Mara's face. 'There; men like the slightly dishevelled look. It puts them in mind of what ladies look like in the morning.'<
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'Bleary-eyed and puffy-faced?' Mara almost laughed.
'Bah!' Nacoya shook her finger, deadly serious. 'You have yet to learn what most women guess by instinct, Mara-anni. Beauty is as much attitude as face and form. If you enter the garden like an Empress, slowly, moving as if every man who sees you is your slave, Bruli would ignore a dozen pretty dancing girls to take you to his bed. As much as managing your estates, this skill is necessary for a Ruling Lady. Remember this: move slowly. When you sit, or sip your wine, be as elegant as you can, like a woman of the Reed Life when she struts on her balcony over the streets. Smile and listen to Bruli as if everything he says is stunningly brilliant, and should he jest, for the gods' sake laugh, even if the joke is poor. And if your robes move and part a little, let him peek a bit before you cover up. I wish this son of the Kehotara to be snorting after you like a needra bull at breeding time.'
'Your plan had better prove worthwhile,' said Mara with distaste. She ran her fingers through jingling layers of necklaces. 'I feel like a merchant's manikin. But I will try to act like Bunto's little whore, Teani, if you think advantage will come of it.' Then her voice gained an edge.
'Understand this, though, mother of my heart. I will not take this young calley bird to bed.'
Nacoya smiled at her reference to the finely plumed birds kept by many nobles for their beauty. 'A calley bird he is, mistress, and my plan requires that he show us his finest plumage.'
Mara looked heavenward, then nodded. She started her usual brisk walk, but remembered to move out the door with her best imitation of a woman of the Reed Life. Attempting to be languid in her approach to the young suitor, Mara blushed with embarrassment. She thought her entrance was exaggerated to the point of silliness, but Bruli sat up straight upon his cushions. He smiled broadly and jumped to his feet, bowing deferentially to the Lady of the Acoma; all the while his eyes drank in her image.
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