To her surprise Kalim wasn't inside the council tent but sitting cross-legged on the ground outside, waiting. "Why aren't you attending the council? I would have thought Galen would need your support."
Kalim shook his head. "I was born in these hills and raised with these people. He knows I wouldn't be able to keep a cool head."
Tess gazed bleakly at the destruction around them. "Can he?"
"It's not easy for him." Kalim's expression became shadowed. "But he's stronger than the rest of us."
"That poor baby." Rage flared again in her eyes. "Canaille. I'm not sure I won't go after Tamar myself."
"Such ferocity." The faintest hint of a smile touched Kalim's lips. Then it faded, and she could feel him withdrawing from her again. "Why are you here? How may I help you?"
"You can get Dala's husband out of that meeting and send him back to her." Tess wearily ran her fingers through her hair. "I've done all I can. She needs him."
"Hanal doesn't wish to—"
"Dear God in heaven," Tess exploded. "I don't care what he wishes! She is going to bury her son tomorrow, and she needs him. Do I have to go in and get him myself?"
He stared at her impassively for a moment before turning and moving toward the closed flap of the tent. "No, that's not necessary. I will go in and find him and make sure he goes to her."
"You will?"
"Why do you look so surprised? How could a savage like me withstand the wisdom of a woman of the West?"
She ignored his mocking words. "Why are you doing this?"
Kalim glanced over his shoulder. "Because you're right," he said simply. "Hanal has no right to indulge his own grief and rage for vengeance and give no comfort to his loved ones."
Kalim was clearly very effective when he chose to act. A few moments later she watched a grim Kalim hustle a surly-faced young man from the council tent and half-push, half-lead him down the street toward Dala's tent.
"What's amiss?"
She turned to see Galen.
"Why did Kalim come for Hanal?"
"Because I told him I'd go in and get him if he didn't," Tess said. "Dala needed him."
He frowned. "How is she?"
"A little better, I think. I treated her like a horse, and it seemed to work, but—"
He blinked. "A horse?"
"You know, I kept her walking."
For an instant the tension and weariness in his expression lightened as a smile tugged at his lips. "Very wise."
"I don't know about the wisdom of it. But it was all I could think to do."
"Instincts are usually correct in situations like this."
"Are they?" She shook her head. "I wouldn't know. I've never been in a situation like this." She added quickly, "But I'm doing very well, you understand. I just realized Hanal could help Dala more than I could now. You didn't have to leave the council."
"You're doing splendidly," he said gently. "As for the council, I left them to their quarreling." His voice was heavy with weariness. "I'll go back later." He took her elbow and propelled her toward the camp the El Zalan had set up at the far end of the El Sabir encampment. "It's much worse than I thought here. I'll order food to be prepared and then send you back to Zalandan with Kalim."
"Said's already prepared a meal." She shook her head. "And I'm not going back. I promised Dala I'd be here to bid farewell to her son." Her glance traveled around the burned tents of the encampment. "And God knows there's work enough to be done."
"Your work?"
"I'm here. Why should I not make myself useful? We'll have to send back to Zalandan for food and supplies, and I'll have to visit each family and determine what and how much is needed." She shrugged. "Besides, I believe it would be beneficial for Dala to keep stirring after the funeral tomorrow, and I cannot count on her husband to keep her too busy. I believe if I show her I depend on her to help me, she'll heal faster."
"You have it all planned." Galen's gaze was on her face. "This isn't your problem. You needn't involve yourself in it."
"They need me."
Galen nodded. "Yes, they need all the help you can give them."
"Then let us speak no more about it. I'll stay until you return to Zalandan. Do you think you'll be able to persuade them not to go after Tamar?"
"If I have the eloquence of Lucifer and the patience of Job."
"They've lost a great deal."
"And will lose more if they start after Tamar. He's a raider, skilled in the battle and the chase."
She offered tentatively, "You could help them."
"Yes." He paused. "But I won't. The bloodletting has to stop." He released her arm as they reached the camp. "There has to be another way." His lips tightened. "Damn Tamar!"
She had been a witness to this pain and violence for only a single day, and yet she felt wounded and scarred. How much worse it must have been for Galen, who had grown up in the midst of this slaughter and bloodshed. "What will you do now?"
He shook his head. "I don't know. Go back and argue with them, I suppose." He reached out and traced the dark imprints beneath her eyes. "It's not been an easy day for you."
"Easier for me than for the El Sabir." And she was not sorry she had come. These sad hours had enriched and deepened her in some mysterious fashion. She felt as if she had started down a path that never could be retraced. "Easier for me than for you."
That truth was also clear to her. The tragic sights with which she had been assaulted had temporarily blinded her to Galen's agony of spirit, but now she became acutely conscious of it.
"He's stronger than the rest of us."
But what price did he pay for disciplined strength?
"Don't go back tonight,” she urged impulsively. "You're too weary. Wait until tomorrow."
"I'm touched by your concern."
She grimaced. "But you won't change your mind."
His expression softened miraculously, but he shook his head. "Tempers are too hot. I have to calm them." He glanced back at the council tent. "I should be there right now."
"Nonsense. You can wait at least until you eat. Sit down." She pushed him down on a log near the campfire and moved toward the large pot simmering over the blaze. "I'll get you a bowl of stew and a cup of tea."
"I have no time to—"
"Of course you do." She frowned sternly at him over her shoulder. "Rest."
A flicker of amusement that held an element of tenderness crossed his face. "As you command, Majira."
It was nearly dawn when Tess roused to find Galen slipping under the blanket beside her, drawing her back against him spoon fashion.
"Did all go well?" she asked drowsily.