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“No.” The ex-meie's voice sounded close, almost in Tuli's ear. “Not a good idea. Lower we go, more likely the wind is to pick up. We need cold-weather gear. I have to admit, I didn't expect so much so soon.”

Tuli rode in silence for a while. The snowfall thickened yet more, blotting out everything around her, the trees and the rutted road and Rane. According to the feel of the saddle against her thighs and buttocks they were still going downhill, but that seemed a chancy thing to rely on for guidance. “Rane.”

“What?”

“We still on the road?”

“Yes.”

“How can you tell?”

“You running your nose into any trees? Trust your mount, he'll keep you to the road.” Her voice crackled with impatience. “Stop fussing, just ride.”

Tuli closed her lips tight over the words crowding on her tongue. When Rane got like that, there was no use talking to her. She shook the snow off her head, brushed at her shoulders and thighs; the stuff was starting to pile up everywhere it could get a hold.

The snow fell in copious silence, there was still no wind, and the ride went on, down and down and down, getting colder the lower they went. The macain kept up their moans and whiny roars, voicing their distaste for the footing and the weather and their riders. The beasts were tired and hungry like their riders and like their riders they hadn't had time to change for the change in the season. The prolonged unnatural heat conjured by the Nearga-Nor had kept them unnaturally long in their summer hides and this sudden drop in temperature was triggering the winter-change far too quickly, putting strain on their tempers and their strength. Her macai began jerking his head about, trying to get his teeth in her leg, his hoots turning angry when the bridle hurt his mouth as she pulled his head back around. Once, he started to kneel, but she coaxed him up and urged him on though she wasn't sure Rane was right about going on. Maybe it would be better to find a sheltered spot, get a fire going and wait out the storm. But that depended on how long the storm was going to hang about; some stopped in one day, some went on for a tenday. The way things were messed up, there was no telling about this one. Snow crawled down her neck and into her boots. It spilled onto her shoulders and down the front of her shirt, got into the pockets and cuffs of her thin jacket. Her body heat half-melted it, it froze again as soon as more snow piled on. Her shoulders and back, her thighs and arms were all damp, shirt, jacket, trousers and hair were sodden and clinging clammily to her. Her feet were growing numb, her hands burned from the chill, and still there wasn't much wind, just enough to make the snow slant a bit. She pulled her jacket cuffs down over her hands, crooking her arms inside the sleeves to give her some extra length; that helped a little, shut out some of the freezing wet. She hunched her shoulders and tried to trust Rane, though it was seeming more and more stupid to ride away from the Biserica in only their summer clothes when they knew the weather was going to break. She drew her mouth down. Be fair, she thought. I didn't think of it either; I didn't open my mouth and say go back. Anyway, who'd have thought the snow would come so fast once the sun was right?

The road flattened out and the snow grew thicker, wetter. The wind was suddenly blowing into their faces with stinging force. The quiet vanished and the cold got worse, fast. Tuli started shivering so hard she thought she was going to shake herself right out of the saddle. Rane left her side and rode in front, blocking the worst of the wind's force.

After another eternity of straining to follow the seen-unseen shadow in front of her, Tuli heard the rush of running water, then they were on a low humped bridge. Creeksajin, she thought. It can't be too much farther before we stop.

Tuli's macai bumped his nose into the haunches of the beast Rane rode, stopped. Rane dismounted and came to stand at Tuli's knee. “There's a turn we have to make just ahead.” She was shouting but Tuli had to bend down and listen hard to catch the words the wind was tossing and shredding. “I'm going to walk awhile, feel my way, but I could miss it in this mess. Keep your eyes open for a hedgerow. You see one on your right, we've gone past the turn and will have to come back. You hear?”

Tuli shouted her acknowledgment, felt a pat on the thigh, then the lanky figure faded into the whirling snow.

And came back a moment later with the end of a rope. “Tie this someplace,” Rane shouted. “Keep us together, this will.” She shoved the rope at Tuli. Her fingers were clumsy and as cold as Tuli's.

They went on, it seemed forever, the wind battering them, the cold numbing them, but this eased a little when Rane found the mouth of the lane and they turned into the meager protection of the lines of trees that grew thickly on both sides of the rutted track.

A long time later Rane stopped again. As Tuli's mount stomped restlessly about, she caught glimpses of stone pillars and a wooden gate.

Moving again—along a curving entranceway similar to the one at Gradintar. Tuli felt a surge of homesickness. Tears froze on her eyelashes as she blinked.

Stopped again. Behind a high flat surface that kept the wind off. Rane leaned to her, pinched her arm. “Wait here. You hear me?”

Tuli nodded, croaked, “I hear.”

Time passed. An eternity of black and cold. Hoots of misery from her macai. Nothing to measure the moments against, just darkness and wind noise and slanting snow.

Then someone was beside her. Rane. Someone beside Rane, a long thin shadow.

And the beast under her was moving, Rane's macai moving beside her.

And there was a grating sounds—not too loud but she could hear it over the roar of the wind.

And they were out of the wind, going down a long slant into darkness—but the snow was gone and the air was warmer. As she woke out of the numbness, she began to shiver without letup.

The darkness lightened as they turned one way.

Lightened more as they turned another.

They stopped.

A stable of sorts, straw on the floor, water and grain, a fire off in the distance filling a long narrow room with warmth and a cheerful crackling.

She felt the warmth but she couldn't stop shivering.

Hands pulled at her.

She was standing rubber-kneed on the stone floor, hands holding her.

A MAN'S VOICE
: Hot cha, I think.

RANE
: Any chance of a hot bath?

MAN
: Depends on how many people do you want to alert you're here?

RANE
: No one would be best. Other than you, Hal. I suspect everyone now, old friend, everyone I don't know as well as I know you.

MAN
: (chuckling) Eh-Rane, you sure you know me well enough?

RANE
: Fool.

All the while they talked they were helping Tuli stumble closer to the fire. They eased her down on a pile of old quilts and cushions and Rane knelt beside her, rubbing her frozen hands.

RANE
: Is it too much to ask for the cha you offered?

MAN
: Hold your barbs, scorpion. Have it here in a breath and a half.

Heat. Hands stripped soggy clothes off her. Hands rubbed a coarse towel hard over her. She protested. It hurt. Rane laughed, dropped the towel over her head. “Do it yourself then, Moth.”

They were at one end of a windowless room with roughly dressed stone walls. The loudest noise was the crackling of the fire; Tuli caught not the slightest hint of the storm outside. At the other end of the long room one of the macain had his nose dipped into a trough, sucking up water. The other was munching at a heap of corn. Both made low cooing sounds full of contentment.

A contentment Tuli shared. When her short hair was as dry as she could get it, she dropped the towel and pulled the quilt up over her shoulders. She stretched out in front of the fire on the pile of cushions, soaking up the heat until she wanted to purr.

Later. Dressed in boy's clothing, long in the leg and tight about the buttocks, she sipped at the steaming spiced cha and struggled to keep her eyes open as Rane talked with the man she called Hal.

RANE
: How are the Followers taking this weather change? Asking questions of the Agli? Blaming us? Angry? Confused? What?

HAL
: Hard to say. Most of them are dupes. Agli doesn't tell them anything, keeps them happy with a tilun now and then and promises of a better life. We have to sit through interminable sermons on the virtues of submission and the evils of pride. Soäreh's will. I wonder how many times I've heard that over the past few days. I want to spit in their faces. Very disconcerting for a placid soul like myself. That's about all I've got for you, gossip from the rats in my own walls. I've stayed away from Sadnaji since the heat broke. Followers there've turned nasty, bite off any head that pokes out. I'm exceedingly fond of my head.

RANE
: We came through Sadnaji a few days ago. Looked dead.

HAL
: Might as well be. None of the fête-days being kept, no one laughing. We've all forgotten how to laugh.

RANE
: Braddon's Inn was shut down, torch out. I never thought they'd go that far. What happened? Where were all his friends? Is he all right?

HAL
: Friends. (He shakes his head.) Those of us nearby keep our mouths shut and don't look him in the eye. He's alive, doing well as could be expected. (He goes silent a moment, the lines suddenly deeper in his long ugly face, a gentle face, mournful as a droop-eared chinihound.) His son's in the mountains somewhere, I expect you've got a better idea about that than I do. Somewhere's close as I can get (a sigh). Shut Braddon down, put him in the House of Repentance. For a while it looked like the Agli was going to burn him out, but he backed off, Sadnaji was tinder dry. The little meie, she managed to burn a good bit of hedge (sigh). Had to spend a tenday setting posts and planting hedge sets. Which will probably freeze if this keeps up.

RANE
: Little meie? What happened?

HAL
: It was just after the sky went bad. The little meie showed up at Braddon's, you know who I mean, Serroi, a man with her. Braddon says he tried to hold her there but she got suspicious and tunked him on the head. He won't say else to anyone. He says he didn't know the man with her, never saw him before. Whispers say it was Hern (shrug). She tangled with a norit staying there, turned the attack back on him somehow, she and the man both got away, traded their worked-out macain for a fresh pair, took the norit's mounts which steamed him some to hear tell. He went after them, wouldn't wait for anyone, anything. Agli rounded him up a mob, took three guards from the Decsel in the Center, sent them all after her. What happened to the norit, Maiden knows, but there's a man-sized charred spot in my pasture grass. Guards came chasing her through the gap in my poor abused hedge. First one through was an airhead carrying a torch. Soon's he was on the grass his macai went crazy, threw him and tromped on him. He let go the damn torch and it landed in my hedge. Agli's mob, they had to stop being a mob and fight the fire or Sadnaji could have gone up too. The two guards left followed the meie and her friend, got back a couple days later, hungry and tired, scratched up and scratching—idiots didn't know enough to stay away from ripe puff-balls—feeling mad and mean. Lost the meie in the foothills past the ford.

RANE
: Yael-mri thinks she's the one turned the weather for us (laugh). For such a little thing, her efforts they do multiply. I'd like to be around when she tells the tale of the past few months. Well, enough of that. To business. Guards. How many here now?

HAL
: Three decsettin. One in town, the others quartered on the tars. I've got one here, Decsel sleeping in the house, his men in the tie-village. And a resident norit (he holds up a hand). No worry. He's a smoke eater who hates the cold. I looked in on him an hour ago. Room stinks of the weed and he's lost in his private heaven.

RANE
: Sleykynin?

HAL
: They've been trickling into the mijloc by twos and threes, see some of them almost every day. A few large bands of young ones, just hatched from their houses (smile). Was a break in the trickle shortly after the little meie went through here. Coincidence?

RANE
: (laughing) I wouldn't bet on it. Do they stay around Sadnaji or move on?

HAL
: Three or four are quartered on the Agli, been there for a while. Those coming through lately keep on without stopping. Going north.

RANE
: Anything else?

HAL
: Got a vague report of Kapperim busy in the hills east of Sankoy. Before the snow started. I went on a ride to check my hedges, make the circuit like a good tarom.

RANE
: Hal! You?

HAL
: Uh-huh, Anders was trying to convert me, following me around preaching at me. Eh-Rane, he's such a block. You suppose Marilli played me false? (he grins) No, probably not. She was too proud a woman to tarnish her perfection that way. I suppose he's a throwback to Grandfather Lammah who had just two ideas in his head. If it was game, chase and kill it, if it was female … (he catches Tuli watching and does not finish the sentence). Where was I? Ah. Anders. Had to get away from him before I strangled him. Not a thing you want to do to your son and heir. So I rode the hedges. Smuggled a book out with me,
Dancer's Rise
writ by Mad Shar the poet, you should know it, Biserica's got a copy, that and a skin of a nice little wine. Point of all this—I was sitting in the shade near the east end of the tar. Half-asleep. Maybe a little drunk. A pair of shurin came out of the shadows and squatted beside me. Said to pass this on: Army massing in Sankoy, waiting to join the one Floarin's bringing down from Oras. And the Kapperim tribes are getting thick in the hills, might be going to start raiding the outcast Havens, might be joining up with Floarin too, when the time comes. That was a tenday ago. I was thinking maybe I'd have to carry the news myself if somebody didn't come by. Not a good idea sending message fliers, too many traxim about.

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