Arakasi had unsettled rather than reassured, and the fact her enemies offered no immediate threat to counter left her uncertain which flank to guard. Her resources were thin, too few men guarding too broad a front, while she tried to arrive at a useful strategy.
She found herself fretting endlessly over what she could most afford to lose, this warehouse or that remote farm. The daring victory she had won over Jingu had not blinded her to reality. The Acoma were still vulnerable. She might have gained prestige, but the number of soldiers in her garrisons had not changed. When enemies chose to move against her in force, a wrong guess would be dangerous, even fatal.
Kevin's culture offered strange concepts, like a salve against fear's constant ache. It occurred to Mara that she must keep the barbarian close at hand, both to dominate him and to pick at that confused treasure-house of carried with him.
Now better acquainted with the slaves' attitudes deemed it safest if their ringleader was kept away them. Without Kevin, the slave master reported,~
barbarians were less prone to grumbling and indolence if Kevin was at her side through most of her daily activities his close-hand observation of high Tsurani culture might better enable him to apply his wits to her problems a potentially priceless perspective. To that end, Mara decided she must allow him to know something of the stakes at ~j She must acquaint him with her enemy, and let him discor~
what he stood to lose if Desio of the Minwanabi should triumph over the Acoma.
the next time that Kevin interjected a personal question Mara lowered her lashes to give the impression of a girl about to exchange a confidence. Then, hoping she ac rightly within the framework of his alien culture, she fool up brightly. 'You shouldn't expect me to answer that.'
Some of the vulnerability that leaked through w genuine, and the result struck Kevin like a blow. She was remote, or icy, but a young woman who struggled manage a sprawling financial empire and command of thousand warriors. Mara responded to his silence with an air of mischievous devilry. 'You shall act a my body slave,' she announced. 'Then you must go eve where that I do, and you might observe the answer to you question yourself.'
Kevin stilled into watchfulness. He had caught th calculation behind her ruse, she saw, and was not amused by it.
That he would be separated from his men bothered hi and also the fact that he could not read her motive. Absently his fingers worried the fringes again. This time the strand parted to threads under his hands. Mara watched through lowered eyelids: he was growing rebellious again. Rather than risk having him move on her person a second time, she clapped for a manservant. The pattern she used also alerted the guards beyond her door, and they opened the screen, then faced into her chamber.
'Take the slave to quarters,' she instructed her bowing servant. 'In the morning I want him measured for house robes. After the fitting, he will be assigned duties as body servant.'
Kevin bristled as the servant took his elbow. The guards'
vigilance had not escaped him, and with a last, rancorous glance at Mara, he allowed himself to be led away. The servant was shorter than him by a head, and he, in pique, extended his stride until the little man had to stumble into a run to keep up.
In the doorway, Lujan shoved his helm back on his forehead. 'Lady, is that wise? You can hardly keep that barbarian civilized without holding him with a leash.
Whatever your ploy, even one so lacking in wit as myself can see that he's aware of your game.'
Mara lifted her chin. 'You too?' Amusement showed through her strained poise. 'Nacoya already lectured me yesterday about learning evils from demons. Arakasi said the barbarians think as crooked as streams twisting through swamps, and Keyoke, who usually has sense, won't say anything, which means he disapproves.'
'You left out Jican,' Lujan said playfully.
Mara smiled and with the greatest of tact released a sigh.
'The long-suffering Jican has stooped to bets with the kitchen staff that my pack of Midkemians will slaughter one another within the next season. Never mind that the trees for the needra fields won't get felled, and we'll be eating calves like jigabirds to keep down the cost of grain.'
'Or we'll be beggared,' Lujan added in tones an octave higher than usual, in a wicked imitation of the hadonra's