LINDSEY Johanna - Heart of Warrior

by Heart of Warrior (lit)

  She sat up, carefully at first, in case she was only imagining that the pain was gone. But it was. She could breathe normally now, too. And looking down at herself, she saw the evidence that she hadn’t dreamed it all, her chauri in bloody shreds barely hanging onto her limbs. But no wounds on those limbs.

  “It works from the inside out, which is why it doesn’t require naked patients,” Tedra remarked.

  Brittany recognized it, the meditech that had put her back together. It sat in a small room by itself, she assumed in the castle, No one else was there, just Tedra‑and Martha, if that was a computer link hooked to Tedra’s belt.

  “Would you like a list of the injuries that have been fixed?”

  “No, I felt most of them as they occurred,” Brittany said. don’t need reminding, thank you.

  Tedra winced. “You’re taking this pretty calmly.”

  “I’m not calm,” Britanny replied. “The shock hasn’t worn off yet.”

  “Understandable. That was one of the nastier predators around here that you tangled with. Sa’abo bring down their prey by ripping out its neck, usually resulting in instant death. I’m glad it didn’t reach yours.”

  “That wasn’t the shock I meant. You really are his mother, aren’t you?”

  It must not be a computer link that was attached to Tedra’s belt, or Martha would be gloating by now. Tedra merely smiled in understanding.

  “It is a bit difficult to ignore being brought back from the brink, by a machine, I suppose,” Tedra said. “But don’t try to assimilate everything you’ve discounted yet. You’ll have plenty of time for that.

  Assimilate everything? Things were rolling through Brittany’s mind at high speed: the Androvia, all the different planets that had,,,” been mentioned, the different degrees of evolution, Sha‑Ka’an on”, the bottom of the ladder in development, barbaric, yet amazing for all that …

  Embarrassment began to override the shock. These people had been so patient with her, Dalden unbelievably so. She’d as much as called him a liar countless times with her continued disbelief, but he hadn’t given up on her. He wasn’t brainwashed, hadn’t been playing a role. He was a real alien from a warrior caste of people who were barbaric in their customs and beliefs. And she was married to him, or bound to him by their equivalent of marriage‑his lifemate.

  “You’ll want to go to your room and change clothes before Dalden is found and Transferred here,” Tedra was saying, taking no pity on a mind gone haywire with the unbelievable suddenly turned real. “The less he sees of the trauma you went through, the better.

  “Why? It wasn’t his fault. He warned me to stay in the tent. There’s no reason for him to blame himself

  That caused Dalden’s mother to frown, and as if Martha had a visual of it, she proved she was present and accounted for by saying to her owner, “No need for confusion, doll. Our Brittany sees this from an Earthling’s perspective, where their men have been conditioned to shoulder blame whether blame is theirs or not. She hasn’t grasped yet that when a warrior’s rules are obeyed, protection is guaranteed. So the only way for harm to occur is if the rules are broken. All blame is then on the rule‑breaker, and the rule‑giver is required to reinforce those rules with lessons guaranteed to leave lasting impressions, so the rules don’t get broken a second time.”

  “Did you have to remind her of that, Martha?” Tedra said with a sigh.

  ‘Course I did,” Martha replied in distinctly smirking tones. “Nothing like a big dose of reality to shake off the cobwebs that shock leaves behind.”

  It did take a few moments for those cobwebs to clear enough for Brittany to grasp what Martha had actually said in her longwinded way. She went very still.

  “Let me get this straight. I just went through hell. If it weren’t for mind‑boggling inventions like Transfer and meditechs, I’d be dead right now. And you think Dalden’s going to punish me on top of that?” No answer from either of them, which was answer enough and had Brittany shaking her head. “No way. He wouldn’t.”

  “Let’s look at the facts.” Martha switched to her teacher tone.

  ried to him, or bound to him by their equivalent of marriage‑his lifemate.

  “You’ll want to go to your room and change clothes before Dalden is found and Transferred here,” Tedra was saying, taking no pity on a mind gone haywire with the unbelievable suddenly turned real. “The less he sees of the trauma you went through, the better.

  “Why? It wasn’t his fault. He warned me to stay in the tent. There’s no reason for him to blame himself

  That caused Dalden’s mother to frown, and as if Martha had a visual of it, she proved she was present and accounted for by saying to her owner, “No need for confusion, doll. Our Brittany sees this from an Earthling’s perspective, where their men have been conditioned to shoulder blame whether blame is theirs or not. She hasn’t grasped yet that when a warrior’s rules are obeyed, protection is guaranteed. So the only way for harm to occur is if the rules are broken. All blame is then on the rule‑breaker, and the rule‑giver is required to reinforce those rules with lessons guaranteed to leave lasting impressions, so the rules don’t get broken a second time.”

  “Did you have to remind her of that, Martha?” Tedra said with a sigh.

  ‘Course I did,” Martha replied in distinctly smirking tones. “Nothing like a big dose of reality to shake off the cobwebs that shock leaves behind.”

  It did take a few moments for those cobwebs to clear enough for Brittany to grasp what Martha had actually said in her longwinded way. She went very still.

  “Let me get this straight. I just went through hell. If it weren’t for mind‑boggling inventions like Transfer and meditechs, I’d be dead right now. And you think Dalden’s going to punish me on top of that?” No answer from either of them, which was answer enough and had Brittany shaking her head. “No way. He wouldn’t.”

  “Let’s look at the facts.” Martha switched to her teacher tone.

  that women are to be left alone? How can you accept being treated like a child?”

  “Hot damn, I’m looking forward to this answer myself,” Martha said,

  Tedra ignored her instigating computer to hook her arm through Brittany’s. She began to escort her to her room while she explained, “I don’t accept being treated like a child, but I do accept the laws of the land. No one expects you to be a model of Kan‑is‑Tran womanhood overnight, not even Dalden. I had an easier time adjusting because my first month here was spent in a challenge loss, which was about as close as you can get to slavery. Since I bad agreed to the challenge, I had to honor the results of losing it, so I couldn’t really complain about bow belittling the position was. My point being, I was introduced to the way things are around here while I was on the bottom of the social scale. Which made it much easier to accept the things allowed higher up

  on the scale, even if most of those things grossly favor the male of the species.”

  “Grossly?” Brittany snorted. “How ‘bout one hundred percent?”

  Tedra grinned. “Face it, it’s a male‑dominated society, and because these males happen to come in giantlike proportions, they’ve had to make up a few little rules to keep themselves from hurting their women. The women raised here don’t mind the rules because they’ve never known anything better. Are you getting that particular point yet? To them it’s not barbaric, it’s normal.”

  “And exceptions don’t get made for visitors?” Brittany asked.

  “Why should they? It’s not as if a visitor from another world can be differentiated from a visitor from another country here. They don’t have schools as you know them. They aren’t taught about other people on their own world, much less about other worlds. They exist in black and white, and don’t recognize much gray. They keep things simple, uncomplicated. If a woman doesn’t have a protector, then she’s up for grabs. You can’t get much simpler than that. But once she has a protector, then she has to obey him

  to keep herself
protected. You really can’t get much simpler than that.”

  “You do realize that you’ve just defined childish?” Brittany said.

  Tedra didn’t try to deny it, at least not completely. “From an advanced perspective, certainly. But from their perspective it’s actually pretty civilized. They aren’t killing each other to take what they want. They’ve set up laws that they all abide by, self-governed by their warrior code of honor. They are light‑years beyond our own prehistoric people. They are unique, without comparison‑actually, that’s probably half your problem, kiddo. You need to stop comparing them to your own species. 5

  “It’s kind of hard to ignore twenty‑eight years of my own upbringing.”

  “Because you’re looking at things here while wearing modern glasses. Take off those glasses and you’ll get a completely different view, one much easier to tolerate. I know that’s asking a lot. It was also easier for me because I spent three years training for a career in World Discovery before I was allowed to switch to my preferred career in Security. And one little gem I learned in Discovery was that if you want to live on a world other than your own, you do so not with the intention of changing that world, but of adapting to it. These medieval worlds must be allowed to evolve at their own pace. It’s not for us to tamper with them just because we know better ways of doing things.”

  “I hate to break up such an excellent lesson in how to deal with your local barbarian,” Martha interjected sarcastically. “But Corth II just informed me that Dalden is now approaching his camp.”

  Brittany frowned. “If Dalden didn’t find me and get me back here, who did?”

  “Martha did.”

  “I thought her link got left behind.”

  “It was,” Tedra said. “It was actually Jorran who found you, and only because he was specifically looking. He had his ship computer contact Martha for a Transfer directly to a meditech. You didn’t have enough blood left for any other option.”

  “Specifically looking?”

  “He has returned with an army for revenge‑and you. Not that he’ll be getting either, but because he more or less saved your life, we’re having to deal with him diplomatically again. He’s requested permission to speak with you and has agreed to leave after‑ward. Because it’s a peaceful way of avoiding an outright war with Century III, we were inclined to agree. He’s catching a ride here on an airobus as we speak.”

  “No Transfer?”

  “He’s used up his quota for the day‑‑which reminds me. Corth II will be filling Dalden in on what happened, but you might want to point out to him that your meeting up with that sa’abo caused Jorran to change his original plan, which was to capture you both and cart you off to Century III, and Dalden probably wouldn’t have survived the trip.”

  “Delete that,” Martha said. “Jorran wouldn’t have found them without her reverting to using her own language. It was what he was hoping for, the only way he could have located her. And she wouldn’t have done that if she weren’t alone with a sa’abo breathing down her throat.”

  Farden bell, must you always get technical, Martha?” Tedra complained.

  “Never mind that. Dalden wants Transfer now, and I mean now. I warned you he’d go berserk when he saw all that blood.”

  “For stars’ sake, you know how to stall someone better than anyone else. Let her at least change clothes first,” Tedra said, then suggested, “Transfer him to Challen. He can calm him down some, if you can’t.”

  Which made Brittany start to panic. If Dalden’s mother was this worried that she was in big trouble, she was likely in some seriously big trouble.

  Chapter Fifty‑one

  CHANGING CLOTHES WASN’T ENOUGH. BRITTANY WAS still smeared with dried blood, even though there were no wounds left to account for it. She had just enough time to drop into the sunken bath, scrub thoroughly, then drain the water‑leaving a pink pool wasn’t a good idea‑and get into a fresh blue chauri. Not enough time to dry her hair completely, but that was a minor point. She wasn’t trying to hide the fact that she’d been hurt, which Dalden already knew, just the visible reminder of how bad the injuries had been.

  Tedra left Martha’s link behind and told her to use her discretion if someone needed Transferring out of there until emotions settled down. At that point, Brittany had no idea who that someone might be, since her own emotions were getting out of hand as well.

  By the time Dalden finally walked into their room she had worked herself into a fine state of nervousness. And what kept

  repeating in her mind was he was for real, really for real. He wasn’t someone playing at being a barbarian, he was a barbarian, and how the hell did you deal with an archaic mentality that, instead of offering comfort over an injury, was going to add punishment to it as well?

  He didn’t look angry. But she knew him well enough by now to know that he wouldn’t look it. Wrapped in his warrior’s calm, you had to search for more subtle signs than the obvious, and they were there: a certain stiffness, compressed lips‑no warmth in his golden eyes.

  Her problem, and the reason she couldn’t shake the dread building in her, was that she didn’t know what to expect from him at this point. He’d said he would never cause her physical pain and she believed that, but what about mental? just what was a barbarian’s idea of punishment if it wasn’t whips and chains? Dumped in some dark, dank hole for a week? A month? Solitary confinement? Her only defense was anger, and she wrapped herself securely in it.

  “Remove your clothes.”

  She blinked, stiffened, narrowed her eyes at him. “No way.”

  “Remove them,” he repeated as he started to cross the room to her. “I need to see that you are whole.”

  That should have reassured her. He just wanted to see for himself that she was okay. She would have wanted the same visual proof if he’d been the one injured. But this wasn’t a normal situation.

  “Forget it,” she said and started backing away from him. “I’m not putting myself in a vulnerable position like that when you’ve got punishment on the brain. Do I look like I’m flipping out of my mind?”

  She’d just given him a chance to deny it. He didn’t take it. The anger wrapped more firmly around her.

  “You can stop right there,” she told him. “I’m fine, good as new. You will take my word for it. And I’ve already learned the lesson you think needs reinforcing, so there’s no need for reinforcing it. I’ll obey all future orders.”

  “Then obey this one. Remove your clothes!”

  That was about as close as Dalden had ever come to actual shouting. Incredibly, it made her want to obey him, which was insane!

  She shook her head at him, but dread was swiftly replacing her anger. She continued to back away. “That order has nothing to do with safety, just the opposite. And I’m warning you up front, I won’t accept punishment from you. I absolutely refuse to accept it. So don’t even think of‑”

  She’d run out of room for escaping, had come up against the wall behind her. Not that it mattered when his longer legs had already brought him within inches of her. And it didn’t even take him two seconds to pull her away from the wall and peel that stupid chauri to the floor. He then turned her around, once, twice, held her arms out to the sides, and felt her limbs in a clinical manner.

  Brittany bristled under the close examination, was too indignant to be embarrassed over it. He should have taken her word for it.

  She slammed her palms against his chest. A normal man would have at least been shoved back a little by it, since she put every bit of strength she had into it. Dalden wasn’t budged. Her hands now hurt.

  “Satisfied?” she growled. “I told you I was fine! Why couldn’t you just believe me?”

  He dropped to his knees in front of her, wrapping his arms around her. His head rested between her breasts. She was completely confounded by this, too surprised to think for a moment.

  “I am sorry for my compulsion to see for myself,” he told her with a great deal of f
eeling. “I am sorry for the pain you suffered,” he added with even more feeling. “I am sorry I was not there to prevent it.”

  “Dalden, stop,” she said, wrapping her arms around his head.

  He didn’t. “I am sorry you could not trust me enough to know that I would not give you an order without there being a good reason.

  “Dalden, please, you’re killing me with guilt here,” she told him. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Look, if you must know, when I heard that animal outside the tent, I was hoping it was a normal animal. Our visit to the clearing was unplanned, and I wanted ammunition to discredit the Sha‑Ka’an fantasy. And I was only going to satisfy my curiosity with a quick peek. But it saw me, and ended up proving me wrong), instead.”

  His grip tightened on her. “I am sorry you had to nearly die before you could accept the truth.”

  She smiled. He didn’t see it. “You and me both.”

  “And I am sorry that I must now make sure that you never let your curiosity interfere with an order given for your protection again.

  She had begun to relax somewhat. Now all her muscles tensed again. He rose to his feet and picked her up to cradle in his arms.

  “No!” she cried.

  But he was set on his own path, was going to ignore anything she had to say. He didn’t want to punish her, he had to, for her own “good.” She knew that was where he was coming from, that he really did see this as being for her ultimate benefit, so nothing she said or did was going to stop it from happening.

  She should just buck up and take it like a man. How bad could it be, anyway, if it wasn’t going to cause her physical pain? But it was the principle of thing, damnit. She was too old to have lessons taught by way of punishment, as if she were a child.

  It wasn’t a law she broke, for crying out loud. That she could abide‑break it and pay the fine or do the time. But a rule for her own safety should be at her discretion to decide whether to follow it or not. And the one she broke shouldn’t even fall into that category. All he’d had to do was tell her that there were maneating beasts in that woods and she would have damn well stayed in the tent.