Dave Smeds - The Sorcery Within

"I see. Well, northerner, it is good to be able to profane one another."

"Yes, it's very manly," Elenya said.

He sighed. "I am trying to be friendly."

"I'm not," she answered.

He frowned. "I wonder how good you would be at a manly sport."

"Oh? Which one?"

"I might challenge you to a wrist-wrestling contest."

Wine exaggerated her guffaw.

"Are you a coward?" Lonal suggested.

She lay down on her stomach and put out her left arm, her strongest. He scuttled into position and locked his palm around hers.

"On the count of three," he said, and began counting.

She pulled immediately. She almost had him down before he tensed. Suddenly his arm felt like iron. He held it there for several moments, while she continued to try to force him down the last few inches. At his leisure, he applied more force and simply laid her arm down.

"I hope a scorpion crawls into your bedroll tonight," she said.

He didn't let her up. The grip was so tight she had to scoot forward in order to relieve the pain. They were now so close their breaths mingled. "You're goading me like a child. What is it you want?"

She angled herself so that the front of her robe hung open, granting Lonal an enticing view of her cleavage. When his glance shifted, she leaned quickly forward…

…and kissed him.

Lonal's eyes went wide. He sat back, widening the distance between them, watching her carefully. "Why did you do that?" he demanded.

"I wanted to."

"Are you trying to seduce me? I thought you didn't like me."

"I don't."

"Then why?"

"I wanted to see what your reaction would be." She helped herself to the wineskin. "I wondered if you'd still be able to think of me as a man with my legs wrapped around you."

He took the wine away from her. "Perhaps you've had too much of this."

"Perhaps not enough."

He shook his head. "You're too good a fighter to waste as a breeding ewe."

She leaned toward him. He shifted away.

"I think you're tempted," she said. "Am I right?"

He hesitated.

"You're too honest," She smiled. "You want to say no, but you know it wouldn't be true. Why not do what you feel?"

"Men don't love other men," he said firmly.

"I don't believe that."

"There may be those who do, but they are brought to punishment if their habits are made public. A war-leader cannot be so daring. He must be a paragon, or lose the loyalty of his people."

"I am an invented man, and everyone knows it."

"But they obey the edict."

"Especially you," she said hotly.

"The law is a powerful force among my people. I would be stupid not to use it as best I can."

She grabbed the wineskin back from him and turned away. "Leave me alone," she murmured.

He waited several moments, then climbed to his feet and did as she asked.

The celebration lasted for two days, then life resumed its normal routine in the T'lil camp. The new men strutted about enough to get used to their new status, then their seniors began to reteach them humility. Families who had gathered from far ranges for the occasion returned to their herds, leaving a few of their young men. Fumlok told the twins that the latter were preparing to patrol the trade routes. There had been trouble with some of the caravans this season, though he would not specify what kind. They were told to make themselves ready as well.

Urthey waxed, showed its red-and-orange face, withered to a crescent, and entered the constellation of the Tent. That night, Elenya preceded Alemar to bed. He lingered in the common section, caught up in contemplation. On the whole, life among the T'lil had improved. Their newly instated adulthood had eliminated much of the distrust they had been subject to. They were officially T'lil. Their skills could now be looked on as community assets, and therefore the tribe was more prepared to accept and compliment them. And the ceaseless lessons were behind them.

He could hear activity on the other side of the purdah. The wives had been carrying themselves more proudly in the past few days. The improvement in the status of the twins evidently reflected upon the women.

Eventually Alemar retired to his niche, though he was not sleepy. He could hear soft snores through the cloth that separated his and Elenya's sections. He had only just lain down when the curtain to the common area parted.

Omi stood in the opening, holding a lamp in front of her naked body.

His heart skipped a beat. She knelt down just inside the entrance and waited. The flickering light danced across her body. She was not beautiful. The stretch marks on her abdomen told the story of the children she had borne. Yet Alemar was not repulsed. He saw something alluring in her shyness. She smelled female.

"What is it?" he murmured.

Her breathing contained a hint of panic. "It is the Night of the Wife. The proper interval has passed since thepulstrall ended."

"I don't know what that means."

"You are a man now. A wife must serve her husband."

"Oh."

When he failed to say more, Omi bit her lip. "You do not desire me? I am ugly?"

"No, no. It's just unexpected." Alemar almost didn't get the words out. His mouth had turned to cotton.

"I can go away," she said. "It is not demanded of you."

"Do you want to go away?"

"I…I want to serve my husband."

Alemar took a deep breath. He stared at the matting, mind in turmoil, trying to ignore Omi's presence. He stayed that way for a long time.

When he glanced up, Omi was trembling. Tears welled on her eyelashes as she turned to go.

Tears did not come easily to Zyraii faces, not even those of the women. As she reached for the curtain, his paralysis vanished. "Na,"he said.

Omi stopped, automatically obedient. Timorously, she placed the lamp to the side and crawled closer to Alemar. He frowned when she paused.

"What's wrong?"

"We didn't know what to do," Omi said slowly. "We needed to ask you. Your brother – Peyri will go to him later if he wishes. What is correct?"

Alemar smiled. "Tell Peyri to stay where she is. My 'brother' will not be offended. I will explain things to him in the morning."

Omi suddenly beamed. She almost pranced out of the niche, disappeared behind the purdah, and popped back into sight happier than Alemar had ever seen her.

"We try always to be good wives, but some things are easier than others," Omi explained, snuggling into Alemar's bedroll as he lifted the blankets.

The sensation of a warm body against his seemed foreign. Omi scooted against him and lay on her back, eyes shyly downcast. Alemar was on his side. At first, he only stared at her – at the crinkles of her nipples, the pattern of her body hair. Finally he reached out and cupped one of her breasts.

It was soft, a membrane of fluid, mobile and yielding to the touch, not firm and definite of shape as he had expected. It seemed odd to find such a pliant spot floating on such hard, prominent ribs. And it was cool, unlike the rest of her torso. He held it until it warmed under his palm.

She stroked his side, callused hands surprisingly gentle. She was looking at him now, searching his face. It was his turn to avert his glance. He felt terribly young. He was as exposed as he had been on Dark Night. The scab was gone now, but he was stillchanged, and it had stolen his confidence.

Omi realized what was happening. She uttered a short laugh, the first compassionate laugh he had heard in this land, sweet enough to assuage his nervousness. She made him lie back and gently proved to him that some things were the same as before.

HER FATHER HAD LEFT FORthe main house only a minute before Lerina heard a knock on the door. He must have forgotten something. Then why the knock? She glanced out one of the windows and saw the silhouette of a man. She couldn't make out his features, but she didn't need to. She rushed to fling open the door.