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.But now I wonder if it'll be worth the trouble.It'll cause more than beatings and judicial robberies.Somebody'll get killed.Probably Kosku.""I really didn't think it would go this far," Toma murmured.Tain couldn't fathom the pain in Kleckla."I thought she'd see where she was heading.""Enough of this raven-cawing," Mikla shouted.He swept Rula into a savage embrace."What's for supper, little sister?""Same as every night.Mutton stew.What did you expect?""That's a good-looking mule over there.She wouldn't miss a flank steak or two."Rula startled them with a pert, "You'll get your head kicked in for just thinking about it.That's the orneriest animal I ever saw.She could give mean lessons to Grimnir.But maybe you could talk Tain into fixing supper.He did the other day.It was great."Tain thought he saw a glimmer of the girl who had married Toma, of the potential hiding behind the weary mask."He cooks, too? Mercy.Toma, maybe you should marry him." Tain watched for visual cues.How much of Mikla's banter had an ulterior motive? But the man was hard to read.Rula bounced off to the house with a parting shot about having to poison the stew."That story of Kosku's is spreading like the pox," Toma observed.He reassumed the odd look he had worn on arriving.So.Tain thought.Kosku is talking about the mystery man who doused the fire in his thatch.Was that what had brought Torfin?"A Caydarman stopped by," he told Kleckla."Torfin.He watered his horse.We talked.""What'd he want?""Nothing, far as I could tell.Unless he was checking on me.Seemed a pleasant lad.""He's the one to watch," Mikla declared."Quiet and deadly.Like a viper.""Rula told me about Stojan's men.""Them? They got what they asked for.Stojan didn't like it, but what could he do? Torfin cut them down inside the Baron's corral.He let a couple get away just so they could carry the warning.""With only seven men in his way I wouldn't think Stojan would care how things looked.""Neither Stojan's nor Hywel's clans amount to much.They had smallpox bad the year before we came out.Stojan can't get twenty warriors together.""Steban must have heard the news," Tain observed."He's coming home early."The boy outdistanced his flock.Toma hurried to meet him.Tain and Mikla strolled along behind."What army were you in?" the latter asked.Tain had faced the question since arriving.But no one had phrased it quite this directly.He had to tell the truth, or lie.A vague reply would be suspicious."Necremnen." He hoped Mikla was unfamiliar with the nations of the Roe basin."Ah." Mikla kept asking pointed questions.Several tight minutes passed before Tain realized that he wasn't fishing for something.The man just had the curiosities."Your sister.She's not happy here.""I know." Mikla shrugged."I do what I can for her.But she's Toma's wife."And that, thought Tain, told a whole tale about the west.Not that the women of his own nation had life much easier.But their subjugation was cosmeticized and sweetened.Toma reached Steban.He flung his arms around wildly.Mikla started trotting.Tain kept walking.He wanted to study Mikla when the man wasn't conscious of being observed.He was a masculine edition of Rula.Same lean bone structure, same dark brown hair, same angular head.Mikla would be several years older.Say thirty-six.Rula couldn't be more than thirty-three, despite having been married so long.The world takes us hard and fast.Tain thought.Suddenly he felt old.Toma and Mikla came running."Steban saw smoke," Toma gasped."Toward Kosku's place.We're going over there." They ran on to the house.Tain walked after them.He arrived to find Toma brandishing his quarterstaff.Mikla was scraping clots of earth off a sword he had dug out of the floor.XSorrow invaded Tain's soul.He couldn't repulse it.It persisted while he helped Steban water the sheep, and worsened while he sat with Rula, waiting for the men to return.Hours passed before he identified its root cause.Homesickness."I'm exhausted," he muttered."Better turn in."Rula sped him a look of mute appeal.He ignored it.He didn't dare wait with her.Not anymore.Not with these unsoldierly feelings threatening to betray all honor.The Soldier's Rituals did no good.They only reminded him of the life he had abandoned.He was a soldier no more.He had chosen a different path, a different life.A part of life lay inside the sod house, perhaps his for the asking."I'm a man of honor," he mumbled.Desperation choked his voice
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