perched on them, their plumage the same mix of hues. 'It is all the same,' she murmured.
'Samar Dev? Did you speak?'
She shrugged. 'The way so many animals are made to match their surroundings. I wonder, if all this grass suddenly grew blood red, how long before the markings on those antelope shift into patterns of red? You'd think it could never be the other way round, but you would be wrong. See those flowers – the bright colours to attract the right insects. If the right insects don't come to collect the pollen the flower dies. So, brighter is better. Plants and animals, it goes back and forth, the whole thing inseparable and dependent. Despite this, nothing stays the same.'
'True, nothing ever stays the same.'
'Those women back there . . .'
'Gandaru. Kin to the Kindaru and Sinbarl – so the men explained.'
'Not true humans.'
'No.'
'Yet true to themselves none the less.'
'I imagine so, Samar Dev.'
'They broke my heart, Traveller. Against us, they don't stand a chance.'
He glanced across at her. 'That is quite a presumption.'
'It is?'
'We are riding towards a Tartheno Toblakai, belonging to a remnant tribe isolated somewhere in northern Genabackis. You tell me that Karsa Orlong intends to deliver destruction to all the "children" of the world – to us, in other words. When you speak of this, I see fear in your eyes. A conviction that he will succeed. So now, tell me, against one such as Karsa Orlong and his kind, do we stand a chance?'
'Of course we do, because we can fight back. What can these gentle Gandaru manage? Nothing. They can hide, and when that fails they are killed, or enslaved. Those two women were probably raped. Used. Vessels for human seed.'
'Barring the rape, every animal we hunt for food possesses the same few choices. Hide or flee.'
'Until there is no place left to hide.'
'And when the animals go, so too will we.'
She barked a laugh. 'You might believe so, Traveller. No, we won't go that way. We'll just fill the empty lands with cattle, with sheep and goats. Or break up the ground and plant corn. There is no stopping us.'
'Except, perhaps, for Karsa Orlong.'
And there, then, was the truth of all this. Karsa Orlong pronounced a future of destruction, extinction. And she wished him well. 'There,' Traveller said in a different voice, and he rose in his stirrups. 'He didn't travel too far after all—' From Havok's saddle, Samar Dev could now see him. He had halted and was facing them, a thousand paces distant. Two horses stood near him, and there were humps in the grass of the knoll, scattered like ant hills or boulders but, she knew, neither of those. 'He was attacked,' she said. 'The idiots should have left well enough alone.'
'I'm sure their ghosts concur,' Traveller said.
They cantered closer.
The Toblakai looked no different from the last time she had seen him – there on the sands of the arena in Letheras. As sure, as solid, as undeniable as ever. 'I shall kill him . . . once.' And so he did. Defying . . . everything. Oh, he was looking at her now, and at Havok, with the air of a master summoning his favourite hunting dog.
And suddenly she was furious. 'This wasn't obligation!' she snapped, savagely reining in directly in front of him. 'You abandoned us – there in that damned foreign city! "Do this when the time is right", and so I did! Where the Hood did you go? And—'
And then she yelped, as the huge warrior swept her off the saddle with one massive arm, and closed her in a suffocating embrace, and the bastard was laughing and even Traveller – curse the fool – was grinning, although to be sure it was a hard grin, mindful as he clearly was of the half-dozen bodies lying amidst blood and entrails in the grasses.
'Witch!'
'Set me down!'
'I am amazed,' he bellowed, 'that Havok suffered you all this way!'
'Down!'
So he dropped her. Jarring her knees, sending her down with a thump on her backside, every bone rattled. She glared up at him.
But Karsa Orlong had already turned away and was eyeing Traveller, who remained on his horse. 'You – are you her husband then? She must have had one somewhere – no other reason for her forever refusing me. Very well, we shall fight for her, you and me—'
'Be quiet, Karsa! He's not my husband and no one's fighting for me. Because I belong to no one but me!