of laughter and shifted back into a more familiar form. "No, Rinnie. No fangs for you." He reached over and ruffled her hair. "But don't worry. If you want me to bite someone for you, I will."
Jes settled back on his heels, though he didn't relax enough to sit. "Papa told me I should tell all of you, but I didn't want to. I didn't want you to be afraid of me."
Seraph frowned at him, "You know better than that," she said. "No matter what they really think, they're going to be a little afraid." Turning to the rest of them she explained, "Dread is one of the gifts of the Guardian. If he wants to, he can panic horses or wild game. But just his very presence will make people nervous. It's not that you are afraid of him, but that he triggers your fears."
Seraph smiled at a sudden clear memory. "My oldest brother was Guardian," she said. "He had a wicked sense of humor. He used to stalk people through the forest. They'd arrive at our camp panting in fear and trying not to show it, because there had been nothing to be afraid of. My grandfather used to scold him so." She shook her head in amusement at the memory of the bent old man shaking his finger at her brother, so fierce and large. He could have broken the old man with a single blow, but instead he'd stand there, head bowed as his grandfather chastised him - and a few weeks later another terrified wanderer would approach their camp.
"That's why Olbeck ran," said Rinnie. "Jes really did frighten him away."
Seraph nodded. "If it was only the dread, he'll remember that he ran, but not why he was afraid. It'll make him angry. He'll have to prove himself. Be careful."
"Mother," said Lehr. "Why are you telling us about the Orders, now?"
"It's that priest the new Sept brought back from Taela," Seraph said.
"I don't like him," said Jes abruptly.
"Have you met him?" asked Seraph, surprised; Jes hardly ever went into the city.
"I saw him once riding with the new Sept's hunting party," he answered. "I don't like him."
"Good," she said. "I'd like you all to avoid him if you can. There's something... odd about him."
"What?" asked Lehr with a sudden grin. "Does he turn into panthers or call light out of nothing?"
She smiled back, but shook her head. "He worries me." She explained what the priest had told her about his beliefs.
Lehr shook his head when she was done. "You mean a whole bunch of solsenti - possibly solsenti wizards, from the magic they've used to light their temple - have started a religion based on the Travelers' Orders?"
She nodded. "I thought you ought to know the truth of what you are before he managed somehow to corner you and feed you the muddle he and his religion have been brewing." She hesitated. "I should have told you sooner - and there's one other thing. I've never worried over it before because Travelers don't believe in fate the way those who live here do." And because Tier had always made her feel as if no evil could ever befall them. "For generations the Orders have been fading from the Travelers. Yet, from the marriage of Traveler and an Ordered solsenti, the first Ordered solsenti I've ever heard of, comes three Ordered children? My grandfather said, 'Where great gifts are given great evils come.' I want you all to be careful."
Jes flowed to his feet, all of his attention toward home. "Mother, there's someone riding into the farm."
Chapter 5
Even from the vantage point of the knoll behind the house, Seraph could only pick out vague shadows of horses near the porch, but Jes said, "It's the steward and a man in the Sept's colors - ah, him. I think it's the Sept's huntsman himself, Mother."
"Well," she said after a moment, "let's go see what they want." She led her brood out of the trees and down to the trail that led from field to house.
Gura barked welcome as they neared, and Seraph saw that he'd kept the men from approaching the house too closely. Now that Seraph was nearer to the house she saw the steward's distinctive braid, which he wore to hide the balding spot on the top of his head.
"Hello, Forder," Seraph said. "Welcome."
At the sound of her voice Gura quieted, his job done.
"Seraph Tieraganswife," said the Sept's steward. "Where have you been?" He asked it