Kusac's ears twitched with embarrassment and he aimed a cuff at her. She dodged, laughing.
"Imp!" he growled. "How come Father let you out at this time of night?"
"I'm staying at the Guild House at the moment. I insisted on coming with Senior Tutor Sorli to meet you,"
she said as the others came up to join them.
"I'll just bet you did," said Kusac, taking Carrie by the arm.
"Welcome to Shola, er…" The Tutor hesitated, unsure as to how to address Carrie.
"Liegena Carrie," emphasized Kusac, moving Carrie's cloak so that the bronze at her neck glinted briefly
in the ar-tificial light.
There was a shocked silence into which Taizia spoke. "So you've torced her," she said with a grin.
"Who're you call-ing impetuous now, brother?"
As he let Carrie's cloak fall back, she clutched at his arm, her other hand going instinctively to the torearound her neck, realizing for the first time some of the significance of the gift.
"Not impetuous," he denied, staring down the Tutor. "It's what I wish. You'll treat her accordingly."
The Tutor bowed. "As Liegen Aldatan wishes, but have you considered… ?"
"I've considered what matters. I'll deal with other issues as they arise. This is my affair," Kusac
interrupted, his voice uncompromising.
"It's not our place to interfere, Liegen," murmured the Tu-tor. "I have transport waiting outside. If you
would follow us?"
Kusac nodded, acutely aware of Carrie's withdrawal and confusion.
The Tutor and his companion led the way, the two guards flanking Kusac's party.
"Oh, I am going to enjoy the next few months," grinned Taizia, fairly skipping along beside them.
Kusac grunted. "You might, imp, but we won't." He reached for Carrie's hand, sending out thoughts ofreassur-ance but she remained silent.
In the aircar, Kusac sat with Carrie held close by his side. By tacit agreement they'd been left to sit alone,the rest of the group taking seats at the front of the vehicle. Her eyes were closed, and he could feel notonly her tiredness but also the underlying worry. He reached gently, searching for the area of her mindthat initiated sleep and soothed it until her breathing slowed. Releasing the contact he sighed, clos-ing hiseyes, too. He'd promised her time for themselves. So far, the days had been full of commitments toothers with no space for them. He intended to keep that promise come what may, starting tomorrow.
The journey took an hour, at the end of which time Taizia gently shook them awake.
She stood looking down at them as they yawned and stretched.
"It's strange to see you with a female," she said, "let alone a Leska. You were always one for your own
company, brother. No time for females in your life."
"Events took me by surprise," he yawned.
"You must have crept up on him when he wasn't look-ing," Taizia smiled at Carrie.
"He wasn't running very fast," she murmured, sitting up.
Taizia grasped her by the wrist, hand around her forearm, and helped her to her feet.
"I do like you," she said. "Should you need a break from my worthy brother, come and find me in the
third female's dorm."
"Don't overcomplicate her life, Taizia," warned Kusac, sliding his way out along the seats. "Remember,
through me she knows our culture, but she hasn't yet learned to live in it."
"I'll remember, Kusac. I've read Father's notes on what we know of the Keissian human culture. You do realize, don't you, that he expects you to use your knowledge to re-cord a definitive study?" she asked, looking shrewdly at him.
"Does he now?" said Kusac, his hand searching for Car-rie's as they walked out of the aircar into the chill
night.
They had set down in the inner courtyard. Opposite them one of the huge double doors of the Guild
House stood open, a pool of golden light welcoming them.
Kusac led his party into the hallway.
"I have to take you and…" Tutor Sorli hesitated, "the Liegena Carrie to the Guild Master immediately."
"I'll leave you now," said Taizia, reaching up to nuzzle her brother's cheek. "Good luck. I'll see you
tomorrow," she said, letting him go and hugging Carrie.
Kusac picked up his Leska's surprise. Taizia is impulsive,-no matter what she says, but if she takes aliking to some-one, it's genuine. Take her offer of friendship. You'll find her good company.
She's very different from you.
She wasn't the eldest, nor the heir, sent Kusac resignedly.
"Our guard will see that your staff are installed in the guest house," Tutor Sorli continued, indicating that
they should follow him.
Taizia waved before disappearing into the main refectory hall.
"Doubtless a description of your Leska will have circu-lated throughout the guild before morning," said
Sorli dryly as he started up the winding stone staircase.
He stopped outside a plain wooden door, knocking before entering. "Liegen Aldatan and his Leska arehere, Guild Master," he said.
"Then show them in," said a quiet voice.
Sorli stood back, holding the door open for them to enter. The room was gently lit by indirect means, abalm to their eyes after the swift changes from the dark of night to the harsh glare in the main area of thebuilding. The Guild Mas-ter rose from behind his desk as they entered. Over a plain black tunic he worea robe of dark purple edged with gold embroidery so stiff that it rustled as he moved around the desktoward them. His fur was a dark brown streaked with gray around the eyes and temples, as was his hair. He held his hand out in greeting to Carrie.
"Well come to the guild, my dear," he said as she returned the gesture.
Through her, Kusac was aware of a feather-light touch to her mind.
"A new telepath is always welcome, but one already bonded as a Leska is a blessing indeed." He flashed
a Sholan smile and turned to Kusac.
"It's a year or two since we last met," he said as Kusac touched palms with him.
Again the light probe, measuring and weighing without judging.
"Come, take off your cloaks and sit by the fire," the Mas-ter said, turning toward the other end of the
room where a log fire glowed gently.
"Sorli, bring them something hot to drink. They must be tired after such a journey."
Carrie unfastened her cloak, trying to tug the neck of her jerkin up to cover her tore.
Kusac frowned, taking her hand away and beginning to unlace the fastenings. It's meant to be seen,
Leska. Unless you want to return it to me? His hands stopped and he looked questioningly at her.
Carrie put her hand protectively to the tore, her denial in-stant and loud.
Kusac winced. Then wear it with joy, he sent, grinning from ear to ear as he flicked her cheek with afinger. Taking off his own cloak he took hers and put them both over the back of the chair facing the Master's desk.
They joined him at the fire, taking the settee that he indi-cated.
"You must call me Master Esken," said the Master, set-tling himself comfortably in his chair. "I know
Kusac's family well. I had you here for several years, didn't I?"
Kusac nodded. "Ten years," he said, "then off and on for another five."
"Then there's Taizia. Wild little thing for all she's twenty-five," he chuckled, "not at all like you. And Kitra, your younger sister. She studies hard and will do well for herself when she's older. Now you've brought us your Leska. I like to see continuity in a family. It gives me a sense of tradi-tion."
Kusac shifted uncomfortably, aware of the undertones.
The door opened quietly and Sorli returned with a tray bearing three pottery goblets. He offered them,then with-drew.
Kusac sipped his drink, surprised to find it mildly alco-holic.
"So we have to measure your Talent,
Carrie," Master Esken continued after a moment. "Undoubtedly you're a Telepath or you wouldn't be Kusac's Leska. I also hear you have shown an ability to heal. This is a rare gift amongst the telepaths. We shall have to get you to demonstrate this abil-ity. Do you have any other gifts, my dear?"
Carrie cast a frantic glance at Kusac. What does he want me to say? she asked, panic in her mentaltone.
"You know about our gestalt Link?" he asked the Master, pressing Carrie's hand reassuringly.
"I've had reports about it, and it's a subject I want to ex-amine more closely, along with the shape-changing incident. I believe your medic has come with you. I'll have to speak to her personally. All that is in the future, though. This is just an informal chat for tonight since the hour is late. For tomorrow, Carrie, I'd like you to think of the extent of Terran telepathic abilities. If you are the norm, it would ap-pear that you perhaps have a greater variety of Talents than us."
Kusac stirred. "Not tomorrow, Master Esken," he said. "We need some time to ourselves as well. We'vehad pre-cious little of it so far."
"As you wish," said Master Esken amicably. "You aren't back at school, after all. Why not take Carrie round the craft quarters of the town? Let her experience a little of the real Shola after the military environment of the Khalossa,"
"That's what I planned to do," said Kusac, finishing his drink.
"Then I will see you here at the fourth hour the day after tomorrow," said the Master, getting to his feet. "Sorli will be waiting outside to take you to your Leska apartment. It will be yours for as long as you are on Shola. Treat it as your home."
He walked back to the door with them. "I have assigned Sorli to be your tutor. Any problems, no matterhow small, take them to him. He lives in the Leska wing, and has worked closely with our bondedtelepaths for many years. I would say there are few problems he hasn't come across, but in your case,he'll be breaking new ground, too," he smiled, opening the door. "Good night," he said as they joinedtheir tutor outside.
Sorli led them back down the stairs, then through a laby-rinth of corridors until they reached a moremodern exten-sion. Up a flight of stairs and along another corridor they went, finally coming to a haltoutside one of several adjacent doors. He handed Kusac a flat pass key.
"This is the apartment you've been assigned," he said as Kusac slid the key into the slot, activating the
door.
"My personal number is on file in your comm. As Master Esken said, should you need me, call. I'll be seeing you later on in the week when Master Esken has decided how he wants to proceed. If you'll excuse me for now, I have an early start in the morning. Good night, Kusac, Carrie." He nodded his head, then turned back the way they had come.
Kusac pushed open the door. Kaid was waiting for them. He took their cloaks from Kusac.
"I've unpacked for you, Liegen," he said. "There's hot c'shar and some of the Guild's special biscuits for you. At least, they say they're special biscuits," he amended as Kusac and Carrie flopped down exhausted onto the settee.
"Where are the others?" asked Kusac tiredly as Kaid put their cloaks away and bustled around pouring
c'shar for them.
"One of the Warriors escorted them to their quarters in the guest house. If you look out of that window," he indicated it with a nod of his head, "you can see the visitor's block. They're not at all happy about having non-Telepaths inside the guild precinct, but I managed to convince them that you couldn't do without my personal services."
Kusac smiled faintly as he sat up and took a couple of his-cuits off the plate, handing one to Carrie. "I'mas tired as you are," he said softly, "but we missed a meal. These have a high protein content and areused to replace the energy we lose while working. You'll feel better even after one."
She took the biscuit, nibbling cautiously at one corner, taking a bigger bite when she found it to her taste.
"How did you manage to convince the guild we couldn't do without you?" asked Kusac, chewing his way
through a biscuit himself.
"By pointing out that the Liegena needs specially pre-pared food and that I alone could prepare it."
Kusac grinned. "Nice."
"I thought so myself," Kaid said, with a slight smile. "Meral and Sevrin will accompany you when you
leave the guild, but they'll remain in the guest house till then."
Kusac grunted, finished his drink and got to his feet. Grasping Carrie by the hand, he pulled her up,shifting his grasp to her arm.
"Bed," he said, steering her toward the doors at the back of the room. "You're dead on your feet. Which
one, Kaid?" he asked.
"On the left, Liegen."
A subdued light came on as soon as they entered. With a sigh of relief, Kusac shut the door behind them.
"I'm not that tired now," said Carrie.
"That's good," said Kusac, his voice becoming liquid vel-vet, "because I don't have sleep in mind."
He turned, eyes blazing with a feral glow in the dim light. Caging her against the door with his arms, helowered his face to hers. She met him halfway.
Chapter II
Next morning they rose too late for breakfast in the refec-tory. Luckily, the apartment had its ownkitchens which Kaid had ordered stocked. Knowing Carrie's preference for fruit rather than meat for firstmeal, he'd made sure several vari-eties were available for her. After a leisurely meal, Carrie stowed aspare pair of trousers and shoes into a bag and grabbed her cloak in preparation to go out.
"You won't need a cloak, Liegena," said Kaid, glancing up from clearing the table. "It's late spring now
and the tem-perature is warmer than on the Khalossa. You'll probably be too warm dressed as you are."
You look fine , Kusac sent, eyeing her sweater and trousers critically. You'll be noticed more in a cloak. If you aren't ready to face Shola as a Terran, then we'll have to try an il-lusion, but it will seriouslydrain our energy.
She sighed, undecided.
Come as you are, he urged. One day you'll have to. Be-sides, more than 1 find you attractive. Histone was teasing.
What do you mean? she demanded.
Just that if you hadn't been known to be newly Leska-bonded to me, there were many on boardthe Khalossa who'd have approached you.
Carrie refused the bait this time.
/ don't say you won't face curiosity, but you'll probably see a few Chemer and Sumaan in the town, maybe even a group of Touibans. Shola is used to aliens, and you're much prettier than the other three species !
Feeling her resolve waver, Kusac took her hand. Come on. We're together, that's all either of usneeds. "Who's on duty today, Kaid?" he asked verbally.
"Myself and Meral, Liegen," said Kaid.
* * *
The guild was quiet as they made their way downstairs to the main doors. Classes were in session andthey met only one student who turned to watch them in openmouthed amazement.
They stepped out into the courtyard, and Carrie took her first look at Shola by daylight. The sky was acloudless deep cerulean blue which contrasted vividly against the terra-cotta stone wall that surroundedthe Guild House. Here and there ornamental trees and bushes in huge decorated clay tubs livened up thepaved courtyard. The gentle fragrances of the blossoms were carried toward them on the warm breeze.
"Oh, it's beautiful," she said, looking round. "I didn't ex-pect it to be like this."
The front of the Guild House was overgrown with dark green foliage that left only the windows exposed. To one side of the rambling building stood an obviously new exten-sion, its clean white walls as yet bareof the climbing plants.
"It looks so old, as if it's grown up out of the ground," she said, hauling her sweater off over her head.
"You were right about the weather, Kaid."
"The original hall is over a thousand years old," said Kusac. "Obviously, it's been repaired and added to over that time, as you can see by the new extension. Round the back is the new wing where we're staying. This area at the front
is paved to allow vehicles to land because no traffic is al-lowed in Valsgarth from around dawn till the twentieth hour. Wait till you see the rest of the guild estate, though. At the back there's parkland—all grass, trees and bushes—space to really run free."
"I'd love to look at it later," she said, experiencing his en-thusiasm as she looped the arms of her sweater
round her waist.
Meral was waiting for them by the massive iron gates next to the porter's lodge. Surprisingly, like Kaid,he was dressed in civilian clothes.
"We don't want to draw attention to ourselves," said Kaid in response to Kusac's raised eye ridge.
Outside the gates it was another world. The street was narrowed by the profusion of store frontagesclaiming extra space, their contents spilling through the doorways out onto the paved footpaths. Abovethem, awnings in faded colors spread their shade, keeping the heat of the sun from the goods below. Mobile counters had been wheeled out, the transparent cabinets protecting the foodstuffs within from theattentions of the insect population.
All was hustle and bustle as a living tide of colorfully dressed Sholans of all ages picked their waybetween the goods on the street. Some entered the small stores to haggle over prices with thestorekeepers, others stopped outside to chat with friends and share the latest pieces of gossip. The airwas redolent with the fascinating aromas of food and alive with the low singsong cadence of their voices.
Neither her life on Keiss nor the time she'd spent on the ship had prepared her for this total assault on hersenses. She stood there astounded by it all.
Put your shield up fully, Kusac said, taking her by the hand. You'll soon get used to it. He pointed tothe ground around the store fronts. If you look between the goods, you can see the mosaics thatmark each store's boundary—the area they can use for trading .
Why the need for boundaries?
We're a territorial species—at least the males are, he amended. It's not so bad now as it was in ourfar past.
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