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the highest of noble blood to the life of the lowliest relations. This I promise if you will stay your wrath and allow Minwanabi victory!' To the priest he said, 'If the all-powerful sees fit to grant my humble appeal, I promise a second grand prayer gate. Its posts shall be consecrated with the lives of the Acoma Lady and her firstborn son and heir. The path beneath shall be paved with the crushed stone of the Acoma natami, and polished by the feet of your devoted worshippers. This I will give to the glory of the Red God if mercy is shown for the transgressions that have happened this day.'

Desio fell silent. The priest stood over him for a moment, unmoving. Then he assented with a sharp jerk of his head.

Swear your promise,' he boomed out, and extended his bone whistle for Desio to seal his pledge to the god.

Desio reached out, convinced that once his hand clasped the bone, he was committed irrevocably. He hesitated, and a hiss from the priest warned he was close to bringing the Red God's wrath. Feverishly he grasped the relic. '1, Desio, Lord.

Of the Minwanabi, swear.'

'Upon the blood of your house!' commanded the priest.l~]

Onlookers could not help but gasp, for the priest mad›~.]

clear the Red God's price for failure. Desio embraced the same destruction for his entire house, from himself down to '~

his most distant relative - the same ruin he promised the Acoma - should he fail. Even should both sides come to desire truce in the future, no quarter was now possible.

Within the near future one of two ancient and honourable houses would cease to exist.

'Turakamu hears your offering,' the priest cried. As Desio released the relic, the priest spun and gestured to the incomplete gate, which arose like blackened pillars against the sky of sunset. 'Let this gate stand incomplete, from this day forth. Its posts shall be carved into columns with the promise of the Minwanabi inscribed on each side. Neither shall this monument be changed or taken down until the Acoma are ashes pledged to the glory of Turakamu!' Then he looked at Desio. 'Or the Minwanabi are dust!'

Desio dragged himself to his feet. He seemed shaken, overwhelmed by a poor beginning to the grandiose oath he had sworn. Incomo's lips thinned with anger. If there was an Acoma spy in the Minwanabi household, he had more to worry about than rumours as aftermath from this day's affairs. The First Adviser studied the expressions of the family members as they departed; most showed strain, a few looked frightened, and here and there a noble swaggered with his chin jutted aggressively. Many would seek to advance themselves in the family hierarchy if Desio proved a weak ruler, but no one seemed particularly satisfied by the terrible turn of the day's events. Abandoning the attempt to divine the spy by naked will, Incomo sought his master.

Tasaio stood at the side of his Lord, supporting Desio's elbow. Although the Lord was the one wearing armour, there was no mistaking which was the warrior. Tasaio's carriage held the unthinking and deadly grace of the sarcat.

Incomo hurried closer. Words reached his ears, blown on the rising winds of an incoming storm.

'My Lord, you must not look back upon the mishaps of today as ill-omened. You have sworn our family to a powerful oath. Now let us see what we can do about fulfilling it.'

'Yes,' Desio agreed woodenly. 'But where to begin? Mara has cho-ja warriors guarding her estate house; outright assault is folly without the Warlord's favour. Besides, even should we be victorious, we would be weakened, and a dozen other houses would rush to seek advantage over us.'

'Ah, but, cousin, I have ideas.' Tasaio sensed an approaching step, looked around, and identified Incomo: his quick, flashing smile seemed calculated to the First Adviser, despite its spontaneity. 'Honoured First Adviser, I urge that we convene a meeting. If our Lord can fulfil his oath to the Red God, much glory may be gained for our house.'

Incomo searched the words for irony - to fail a promise to the Death God would bring the Minwanabi to final ruin and saw that Tasaio was sincere. Then he examined the usually stern face for any hint of deceit, but found none.

'You have a plan?'

Tasaio's smile widened. 'Many plans. But first I understand we have to flush out an Acoma spy.'

While Desio's soiled face showed muddled astonishment, Incomo struggled to conceal suspicion. 'How could

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