‘Things should go quite smoothly for you and your people,’ Zelana said. ‘That’s unless you get caught in a blizzard, of course.’
‘I think your older brother’s going to take care of that,’ Longbow replied. ‘He’s very good at dealing with the weather.’
‘How far is it from where you and your men will turn south to the upper end of Long-Pass?’ Zelana asked.
‘If Dahlaine’s map is accurate, it’s about a hundred and sixty miles,’ Longbow said. ‘I’m sure we’ll be able to cover thirty miles a day, and that puts us about five and a half days out. We’ll be there before Narasan’s ships drop him off at the lower end of the pass. I’m sure that we’ll be able to keep the Creatures of the Wasteland out of the upper end of the pass.’
‘That’s all that really matters, I suppose,’ Zelana said.
Just then Sorgan and Narasan came out of Dahlaine’s cave. ‘Don’t worry about a thing, Narasan,’ Sorgan was saying. ‘I’ll keep Lady Zelana’s sister so busy that the notion of causing you any problems won’t even cross her mind.’
‘I appreciate that, my friend,’ Narasan replied. ‘If I never see Lady Zelana’s sister again, it’ll be about six weeks too soon.’
Sorgan grinned. ‘The nice part of this is that she’s going to pay me to keep her out of your hair.’
Then Eleria’s adult person came out of the cave with the warrior queen Trenicia. ‘Are we almost ready, Beloved?’ Balacenia asked Zelana.
‘Beloved?’ Zelana asked, slightly startled.
‘A lot of Eleria’s been rubbing off on me,’ Balacenia replied.
‘She’s good at that.’
Trenicia had joined Narasan and Sorgan, and Balacenia stepped closer to Zelana. ‘I’ve been catching a few hints that Trenicia’s becoming very attached to Narasan,’ she said quietly.
‘She wants him,’ Zelana replied. ‘I spoke with her about that after she and Narasan walked out on Aracia. In many ways Trenicia doesn’t think – or behave – like a woman. I made a few suggestions, and she seems to be following them.’
‘Do you really think she’ll catch him?’
‘Probably. She can be quite charming when she sets her mind to it.’ Zelana smiled. ‘It might sound a bit peculiar, but I’ve noticed over the years that women who want to catch a man use themselves as bait. I don’t know if Trenicia’s managed to hook Narasan yet, but it probably won’t take her much longer.’ Then Zelana yawned. ‘Sorry,’ she said. ‘I’m getting to the point that I can barely keep my eyes open.’
‘I’m sure that this silly war will end very soon,’ Balacenia said, ‘and when it does, Eleria and I’ll take you home and put you to bed.’ Then she paused and her expression suddenly became very, very familiar. ‘Won’t that be neat?’ she said, using one of Eleria’s favorite remarks.
Zelana laughed and took her alternate in her arms. ‘Eleria calls this a “hug”,’ she explained.
‘Yes,’ Balacenia agreed, ‘and now I see why she likes them so much. Any time you feel like hugging, Beloved, I’ll be right here.’ Zelana laughed, and then she yawned again.
THE JOURNEY (#ulink_88199fad-d417-501f-90ff-bfb8648a2252)
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Sub-Commander Andar was more than a little grateful that Chief Two-Hands of the Matan Nation had given him one of the thickly-furred bison-hide cloaks as Commander Narasan’s army began the march from Mount Shrak to the east coast of the Land of Dhrall. It was early winter now, and it was bitterly cold in the grassland of Matakan. Andar had grown up in Kaldacin, the capital city of the Trogite Empire, and sometimes during the winter months there it grew chilly enough to put a thin layer of ice on the nearby ponds, but Andar had never before seen a lake or pond that had been frozen solid from the surface all the way down to the bottom in a huge block of solid ice. ‘How do you people find water to drink when it’s this cold, Tlindan?’ he asked one of the nearby Matans.
‘There’s quite a bit of water in that pond,’ Tlindan replied.
‘It’s frozen solid,’ Andar pointed out.
‘You’d have to melt it,’ Tlindan said. ‘Most of the time we melt snow when we need water, but ice will melt if you’re really thirsty and there’s no snow nearby.’ The fur-cloaked Matan squinted across the browned grass toward the horizon. ‘We don’t usually spend much time outdoors during the winter. We sort of hole up in our lodges instead. If a man inside his lodge keeps his fire going, it’s fairly warm inside, and a pot-full of snow will melt down in an hour or so. Ice takes longer, but it will melt – eventually. Most of us don’t care all that much for ice. It takes quite a while to melt, even if the lodge is very warm.’
‘How do you melt it when you’re out in the open and it’s very cold?’
‘The best way I’ve found is to chip the ice with a hand-axe. If you tried to use an axe with a handle, you’d probably break it up into small pieces. You want very tiny chips of ice, since bigger ones take longer to melt. Then, when you’ve got what looks like enough, you scoop them into a pot. Then you scrape together a fair sized heap of dried grass, put your pot in the middle of the heap and then set fire to the grass. You’ll have water to drink in almost no time at all.’
‘Isn’t the water a bit hot for drinking?’
Tlindan shrugged. ‘Add some more ice to cool it down. In the winter-time, I sort of like to drink warm water. Your stomach will spread the warmth around, and you’ll feel better all over – except for your feet, of course. Everybody’s feet are cold in the winter.’
‘How can anybody live in a place like this?’
Tlindan spread out his hands. ‘The hunting’s very good, and winter doesn’t really last all that long. We don’t usually spend much time out of our lodges in the winter-time. It’s a very good time to catch up on your sleep. Twelve-hour naps are sort of nice when there’s nothing going on outside. A man who takes twelve-hour naps feels all rested when spring arrives.’
Andar looked up at the grey clouds rolling off toward the east. ‘Is it cloudy like this all winter long?’ he asked the native.
‘Fairly often, yes. Dahlaine’s playing with the clouds this year, though. Usually we get blizzards here during the winter season.’
‘Blizzards?’
‘Heavy snowstorms. A good blizzard can put twelve feet of snow down in about a day and a half. When that happens, nobody goes outside. They’re not really bad things, though. When the snow melts off in the spring, the grass gets lots of water, and it grows very fast. That gives the bison herds plenty to eat, and they’re nice and fat when we go hunting. Weather works for you, if you know how to get along with it.’ Then he squinted up at the sky. ‘We’ll probably have to stop and set up camp fairly soon. It’ll be dark before much longer.’
‘It’s just barely past noon,’ Andar protested.
‘That’s one of the things you should know about the north country. In the winter-time up here, the days are only six or seven hours long, and nighttime comes very fast.’
Andar frowned. ‘We can talk more later,’ he said. ‘I think I’d better go warn Commander Narasan that night’s almost here.’ He
walked rapidly toward the front of the column. ‘I think we might have a bit of a problem, Commander,’ he said.
‘Now what?’ Narasan demanded in a peevish-sounding voice.
‘It’s going to start getting dark before long. One of the Matans warned me about that. We aren’t going to have daylight for much longer.’
‘It’s only a few hours past noon, Andar.’
‘The Matan told me that there’s no more than six or seven hours of daylight up here in the winter-time.’
Narasan scowled. ‘I think we’d better go have a chat with Lord Dahlaine, Andar. We’ve got a long way to go to reach the east coast, and we’re going to need longer days – or it’ll be summer before we reach the coast.’
‘It’s not really all that much of a problem, Narasan,’ Dahlaine said.
‘I’m sure you remember my toy sun. She – and sister Zelana’s fogbank – helped us quite a bit down in Veltan’s Domain.’
‘I should have remembered that,’ Narasan said. ‘How many extra hours a day would you say she’ll be able to give us?’
‘How many do you want? She enjoys putting out light, so she’ll give you as many extra hours of light as you want.’
Narasan squinted across the frozen grassland. ‘She puts out heat as well as light, doesn’t she?’
‘She kept the inside of my cave warm and cozy when Ashad was just a baby.’
