keep them dry. So that someone can dig them up in a thousand years."
"I don't understand anything you say," said Sergei. "Burying a parchment in my land won't get it any closer to yours."
"You'd be surprised."
"Unless your land is underground," said Sergei.
Ivan laughed. "No, Sergei, I'm not from hell."
"Then from where? Heaven?"
"I'm no angel, either."
"I wondered. Your skin is so smooth. You have hands like a baby."
Ivan looked at his hands as if for the first time. "I wish I could fly, though. That would be convenient."
"You're not a saint, either?"
Ivan rolled his eyes.
Sergei realized something, having seen Ivan look at his smooth hands. "You've never even helped with a harvest, have you?"
"No. In my land we... we have... I don't know the words. But very, very few people help with the harvest."
"It must take them forever to scythe the grain."
"No, no, you see, the scythes run by themselves."
"So you're a sorcerer!"
"No, it's not sorcery at all, it's more like... when you pull a cart, you don't have to pull each wheel, you pull the whole cart and the wheels come with it. We just have better carts. They pull themselves."
Sergei had to laugh. "Now you're just lying to me to make fun of me."
"No," said Ivan. "My land is strange, though, compared to here. But another way of looking at it is, Taina is strange to me. All the years I was growing up, it never occurred to me that there might come a day when my life might depend on how I handled a broadsword or a battleaxe."
"We're alike, though," said Sergei. "I'm a terrible soldier. All I'm good for is reading and writing. And washing up."
"And I can't even do that."
"You can, though. Write all you want."
"No," said Ivan. "I make my letters wrong."
"I saw you make some letters I'd never seen before. Like this one."
With his finger, Sergei drew the letter III on the table. At once Ivan seized his hands and held them tightly.
"Don't ever make that letter again," he said.
"How could I? I don't even know how it sounds."
"Just don't use it. You shouldn't. It would change everything. It would make the record unclean. Forget it. Put it out of your mind."
Sergei nodded his understanding. So... he had inadvertently learned a powerful rune from a land of sorcery. He would have to keep this in mind. Someday he might have to use this rune. For despite Ivan's warning, Sergei was not about to forget something that was so dangerous and disturbing. In all his life, Sergei had never known how to do anything that would frighten anyone. It was an interesting feeling. He liked it.
For a while, Katerina was able to fool herself into believing that things were going well - that Ivan was earning the respect of the knights and other men by his hard work on the practice field, and that Ivan's obvious decency and concern for others, as exemplified by saving Lybed from choking, had won the hearts, or at least the patience, of the women of Taina. But gradually she realized that the absence of negative comment about Ivan did not mean there was approval or even tolerance. Instead, it meant that no one was talking to her about Ivan. It was a bad sign, not a good one. People had never shut her out before. She had assumed that she could bring him into the community; instead, he might well be dragging her out.
But what point was there in discussing this with Ivan? She couldn't think of a thing he could do more than he was already doing. She knew he didn't want to become a Christian, but he was preparing to do it. She knew he had no interest in being king, let alone soldiering, but he was working hard at it every day. If she told him her fears, it would only discourage him, and she'd have to listen to more insistence that she take him back to the enchanted place and lead him across the bridge so he could go home.
She tried to imagine what it would be like to be in his place, cut off from family, trapped in a situation not of her devising. In fact, that's precisely what had happened to her when she was chased by the bear and ensorceled into sleeping for however many months or centuries it was. But of course she had slept through it, while Ivan had to be awake through his time of estrangement. And her exile