betrayed such remarkable cowardice, that Desio's much praised cousin, Tasaio, was set off his guard.'
Lord Chipino waved away the servant who applied a hot compress to the sore muscles of his back and neck.
Glistening with massage oils, and smelling of sweet ointments, he gestured to a waiting slave boy, who slipped a light robe over his body. 'Yes.' Chipino fixed bland eyes on a tall figure in the shadows behind Mara, and said, 'Come forward.'
Kevin stepped forth, dressed in his Midkemian trousers and a loose-sleeved shirt, gathered at the waist with a Tsurani belt of overlapping shell disks. His blue eyes were laughing as he stopped, hands on hips, to suffer Lord Chipino's scrutiny.
The Lord of the Xacatecas' eyes widened at the sight of the barbarian slave, whom he had observed often enough in Mara's tent. And yet, having been told by the Acoma Force Commander that the day's tactics had been Kevin's, and that all of them lived and breathed as a result of barbarian logic, he looked more carefully at the man from beyond the rift. Politely he cleared his throat. Since his culture had no
'protocol for addressing a slave who had been heroic, he settled with inclining his head. 'Fetch the lad a cushion,' he told his slave boy.
One was plucked from the master's own sleeping alcove.
Nonplussed, the Lord bade the barbarian sit. Then, satisfied in his paternal way that the fellow was comfortable, Lord Chipino opened what he held to be a most sensitive topic.
'You are a slave, and so you were able to run from the enemy in cowardice, since your Lady ordered you to do so, yes?'
To Chipino's startlement, Kevin laughed. 'Being a slave has nothing to do with it,' he said, in his booming Kingdom voice. 'Just to see the look of surprise on Commander Tasaio's face was satisfaction enough.'
Lord Chipino frowned, then covered his puzzlement by sipping at the tesh that waited on the tray by his elbow. 'Yet you were an officer in the army in your own land, or so your mistress tells me. Did you not feel shamed to show cowardice?'
Kevin's eyebrows slanted up. 'Shamed? Either we tricked the enemy, or we died. I hold shame to be a pittance beside the permanent state of being dead.'
'His people esteem life far more than we do,' Mara interjected. 'They do not acknowledge the Wheel of Life, nor do they comprehend divine truth. They do not understand that they will return in their next incarnation based upon the honour they acquire in this present state.'
Here Kevin snorted. 'You people have tradition, but no sense of evolving style. You don't appreciate jokes as do the folk in the Kingdom of the Isles.'
'Ah,' Lord Chipino broke in, the puzzlement on his leathery features relenting as if all was explained. 'You fled from Tasaio and experienced no shame because you perceive the action as a jest.'
Kevin buried an amused irritation behind tolerance. 'You could simplify the issue that way, perhaps, yes.' He tilted his head to one side, raked back red bangs, and added, 'The worst thing about the assignment was that I could barely keep from laughing outright. Good thing the straps of Lujan's spare armour were too tight, or I would have exploded in spite of my best efforts.'
Chipino stroked his chin. 'A joke,' he concluded, though underneath he was obviously mystified afresh. 'You Midkemians are wondrously strange in your thinking.' He shifted his glance to Mara and smoothly ascertained that his servants had anticipated her needs and brought chocha as she liked it. A man who lived by subtleties, he had trained his staff to observe his guests, learn their needs, and respond in their duties of hospitality without spoken orders from him.
The practice had rewards. It was amazing how soft an opponent could become when he was personally catered to with as little fuss as though he sat in his own hall. Mara was not here as an enemy, but Lord Chipino recognized his debt to her and was anxious to negotiate a favourable settlement.
He chose his moment, broaching the subject after Mara was settled with refreshment, but quickly enough that she had little space for deep thinking.
'Lady Mara, your soldiers and the brilliance of your war tactics today spared House Xacatecas from yet more tragic losses. We are in your debt for the occasion, and are prepared to offer fair and honourable reward.'
The Lady was young; she was gifted, but she still had much hardening to