free-he'll have no need for us once his position in the city is secured."
"Us ?" asked Rasa. "Set us free?"
"All of us that we already planned for the journey, even Shedemei."
"And what about Hushidh?" asked Rasa.
"That's what the Oversoul can't do," said Luet. "If she can't prevent the wedding, then Hushidh will stay."
"I will hate the Oversoul forever," said Rasa. "If she does this to sweet Hushidh, then I'll never serve the Oversoul again. Do you hear me?"
"Calm yourself, Mother," said Nafai. "If Hushidh had refused him, then I would have agreed to be consul, and it would have been Luet and I who stayed behind. One way or another, it was going to happen."
"Is that supposed to comfort me?" Rasa asked bitterly.
"Comfort you ?" asked Luet. "Comfort you , Lady Rasa? Hushidh is my sister, my only kin-you'll have all the children you ever bore with you, and your husband. What are you losing, compared with what I'm going to lose? Yet do you see me weeping?"
"You should be weeping," said Rasa.
"All the way through the desert I'll do my weeping," said Luet. "But for now we have very few hours to prepare."
"Oh, am I supposed to teach you the ceremony?"
"That will take five minutes," said Luet, "and the priestesses will help me anyway. The time we have must be spent in packing for the journey."
"The journey" said Rasa bitterly.
"We must have everything ready so it can be loaded onto camels in five minutes," said Luet. "Isn't that so, Nafai?"
"There's still a chance that all will work well," said Nafai. "Mother, now is not the time for you to give up. All my life, you've held firm no matter what the provocation. Are you collapsing now, when we need you most to bring the others into line?"
"Do you expect us to get Sevet and Vas, Kokor and Obring to pack up for a desert journey?" asked Luet.
"Do you think Elemak and Mebbekew will take these instructions from met" asked Nafai.
Rasa dried her eyes. "You ask too much of me," said Rasa. "I'm not as young as you. I'm not as resilient."
"You can bend as much as you need to," said Luet. "Now please, tell us what to do."
So Rasa swallowed, for now, her grief, and stepped back into her old familiar role. Within minutes the whole house was set in motion, the servants packing and preparing, the clerk drafting letters of recommendation for every teacher who would be left behind, and reports on the progress of every pupil, so that they could all find new schools easily after Rasa left and the school was dosed.
Then Rasa walked the long corridor to Elemak's bridal chamber, to begin the grueling process of informing the reluctant travelers that they would attend the wedding, since soldiers would be marching them there, and they would prepare for a desert journey, since for some reason the Oversoul had decided that they would not have suffered enough until they were out among the scorpions.
AT THE ORCHESTRA, AND NOT IN A DREAM
This was hardly the way Elemak would have wanted to spend the morning after his wedding. It was supposed to be a leisurely time of dozing and lovemaking, talking and teasing. Instead it had been a flurry of preparations-hopelessly inadequate preparations, too, since they were supposedly preparing for a desert journey and yet had neither camels nor tents nor supplies. And it was disturbing how badly Eiadh had adjusted to the situation. Where Mebbekew's Dol was immediately cooperative-more so than Meb himself, the slug- Eiadh kept wasting Elemak's time with protests and arguments. Couldn't we stay behind and join them later? Why do we have to leave just because Aunt Rasa is under arrest?
Finally Elemak had sent Eiadh to Luet and Nafai to get her questions answered while he supervised the packing, to eliminate needless clothing-which meant bitter arguments with Rasa's daughter Kokor, who could not understand why her light and provocative little frocks were not going to be particularly useful out on the desert. Finally he had blown up, in front of her sister Sevet and both their husbands, and said, "Listen, Kokor, the only man you're going to be able to have out there is your husband, and when you want to seduce him, you can take your clothes off. " With that he picked up her favorite dress and tore it down the middle. Of course she screamed and wept-but he saw her later, magnanimously giving away all her favorite gowns-or perhaps trading