"Oh, God," said Tess. "What did he take?"
"His own gear, which included a little solar-celled heating unit and his computer slate, a thermal blanket, some other things." She faltered and looked to Yomi.
"A water purifier. A frying pan. Some rope. A tent, which has heating coils in the fabric, as you know. One hundred bags of tea. A lantern, solar-celled. A medical kit. A permanent match." Yomi faltered as well.
"And a knife," finished Ginny, "with an emergency transmitter and broad field stun capability built in."
"Oh, God," repeated Tess. "Have you let my brother know?''
"Immediately."
"What did he say?"
"He said to contain the damage, if we could. He said to leave the problem in your hands for now.''
"I'll have to thank him," said Tess wryly, "when I see him again." She glanced down and surprised a peculiar expression on Ilya's face. "I beg your pardon," she said in Rhuian, and immediately all the actors begged pardon as well.
"Not at all," said Ilya, so softly and politely that she knew he was furious. "I beg your pardon for disturbing your reunion."
"One of the actors has run off," Tess explained. "But you never did explain why," she added, glancing at Ginny.
"Tess," said Ginny, again in Anglais, "evidently they have some kind of taboo on same-sex relationships in this culture. Poor stupid Hyacinth was caught with one of the young men, the young man was exiled, and his sister and Hyacinth ran off with him, to share his exile, no doubt. The Goddess knows, the only thing they'll share is an ugly death. We're heartsick about it, but what can we say? It's their taboo. Perhaps you would like to explain this story to your husband. Evidently Mother Sakhalin did not."
Tess said, "You'd better go. Let me know if you hear anything. I'll have to think about this."
They made polite farewells and hurried away.
"It is one thing," said Ilya in a low, taut voice, "to go to their tents and speak with them in their own tongue. It is quite another to speak it in front of me so that I can't understand what you're saying. Couldn't you have been more discreet? At least gone aside. Gods, Tess! How do you think I felt sitting here like a damned idiot? I'll thank you to treat me with more respect in the future."
"Ilya." She sat down. "Now listen. You must recall that they come from another land, and they didn't know whether what we were discussing might embarrass or offend you."
"Well? Surely Mother Sakhalin gave me the entire report. There was nothing offensive there. Why did the actor run off?"
She hesitated. "He was caught with another man."
Ilya went red with anger. "So Mother Sakhalin has yet to forgive me for Vasil. We will see about this. I suppose they're the ones who stole the horses." He struggled to his feet.
"Ilya, I don't think-"
"By the gods," he said, brushing her hand away, "I'll lead the damned search party myself.''
"Ilya!" She jumped up. "Don't be a fool. You idiot-!" But he stalked off. "Aleksi!" Aleksi appeared from around the corner of the tent, his hands grimed from greasing down an axle. "Send Mitya after him, damn it!" He nodded and obeyed.
Ilya did not come back that evening. Mitya did. What had passed between Bakhtiian and Mother Sakhalin he did not know, but Bakhtiian had ridden off to see the nearby city which had fallen. The last remnant of its city garrison was holed up in the citadel and in the neighboring temple, still fighting. Bakhtiian, Mitya said, had been in a rare foul mood and had ordered his jahar to ride out with him to end the siege once and for all.
Tess felt sick. Physically sick. Her abdomen cramped all evening. Cara fussed over her and made her drink lots of tea and ran a scan over her, but her signs remained positive. The next day dragged by. Ilya did not return. They received no news except that renewed fighting had begun at the city, spurred on by Bakhtiian's arrival. Tess slept poorly. Another day dragged by; another night came. At Cara's insistence she went to bed, but now her back ached. She dozed. Then, starting awake, she heard him walk quietly through the outer chamber and push the curtain aside to come in to her.
"Ilya? Ilya, please don't be mad at me."
He sank down beside her and reached, groping a little in the darkness, and found her face, and kissed her. "I'm not mad at you."
It was not Ilya.
"Vasil!" She broke away from him. "Who gave you leave to come in here?''
"I heard that your back is hurting you." With no more invitation that that, he slid the blanket down off her bare back and stroked his hands along the curve of her lower back while she lay on her side.
"That feels good." Tess relaxed suddenly against his hands.
"I learned to do this for Karolla. Her back always aches her when she's pregnant, especially when there's a little one to be carried about. She said it helps."
"It does help." It did help. He worked without hurry, slowly, up her back to her shoulders and her neck. She sighed and shut her eyes-not that it mattered; it was pitch black, and he worked solely by touch-until he ran his hands over her shoulders and started down her front. "Vasil."
"If you tell me to leave, I will leave," he said, and she knew he was telling the truth. In this one matter, she was certain of it.
"Vasil, you shouldn't be here." His hands had retreated to her shoulders.
"I'm alone in a tent with a woman whose husband is gone. What is wrong with that?"
"Well, I didn't invite you here, for one thing."
"Yes, but I'm sure you would have, if only I'd put myself in your way this afternoon. I do beg your pardon for forgetting to do so."
She chuckled. "Not convincing enough."
"Your back hurts. Admit I've made you feel better."
"You've made me feel better."
"Do you like sleeping alone?" he asked, curious.
"No."
"Well, then-"
"You have a wife," said Tess. "Does she like to sleep alone?''
"She has children to share her pillows with."
Tess laughed. "I'm not sure if this is any more convincing, but you're certainly persistent."
"Do you want me to leave?"
She knew she should say yes. She knew it very well. But she was cold, and lonely, and out of sorts, and, according to jaran custom, quite within her rights to entertain a lover in her husband's absence. Indeed, Sonia thought her rather odd for not having taken any lovers since her marriage, but then, much was forgiven her because of her khaja birth and upbringing. "I don't know," she said at last, unwilling to say no, unwilling to say yes.
And then, of course, she heard voices outside and footsteps through the outer chamber.
"You bastard," she said softly, "you knew he'd just come back tonight, didn't you?"
The curtain swept aside and Ilya appeared there, holding a lantern. In the glow, Tess saw that Vasil was smiling.
The silence drew out so long that at last Tess sat up, drawing the blanket up to cover her breasts. The dim light made Ilya seem as pale as wax. He did not speak, he only stared. Vasil simply sat, a half smile frozen on his face. Tess watched them.
Ilya's voice was low and sharp. "If you try to steal her from me, I promise you, Veselov, I will kill you. Get out."
"I was not aware," said Vasil, even softer, "that it was your tent to order me about in. She has not asked me to leave."
Ilya did not take his gaze off Vasil, as if he feared that once he did so, some disaster would occur. "Tess, tell him to leave."
"No," said Tess. She saw how Ilya started, how his gaze leapt to her. He was astonished. "No," she repeated, and drew in a breath to tell him-to tell him that she was tired of watching him run away from his fear, whatever his fear was, whatever he feared Vasil for. That she had to know, finally, what Vasil meant to him.
"Damn you," he said. "Damn you." But he wasn't talking to her at all. He was talking to Vasil. "This is how you revenge yourself on me, isn't it, Vasil? By stealing her love from me. Did you think I doubted that you could do it? Of course I did everything in my power to keep you away from her. But you waited until I was helpless, didn't you? And now…" He was shaking, and