"If Bakhalo and Zvertkov agree to take you on, then I will not interfere. Tess, you're laughing at me."
"Only because you do not like it."
"Don't like you training for jahar?"
"No, don't like it when people laugh at you. Shall we go into camp?"
"As you wish," he replied, a little reserved, but then, Tess reflected, he would probably never truly grow used to people laughing at him, and he would certainly never like it.
As they approached the camp, Sonia came running to meet them. "Tess! Tess! she called, bridging the distance by shouting. "You'll never believe what happened! Vladimir just rode in and straight up to Elena's mother's tent, and marked her.''
"Marked Elena's mother?"
"No, no, you fool, marked-" Sonia stopped short some ten strides from them. "Tess!" She stared. Her gaze shifted to Ilya and her entire expression underwent such an unmistakable change, she looked so utterly dumbfounded, that Tess laughed and Ilya actually smiled. Sonia found her voice. "Ilya!" Then lost it again.
"Come, Tess," said Ilya coolly. "We have our tent to set up."
They walked some ten paces before Sonia came to life. "Yes, you will need to set up your tent," she said in the exact same tone her cousin had used, "because you'll have to go into seclusion now. Elena will be furious, having to share her celebration with you."
"Well," said Tess apologetically, "I hope Elena won't be too disappointed."
"Then we can delay ours for a day," said Ilya, "so she and Vladi can have a celebration for themselves. After all, we are already married."
"Yes, but it isn't the same as being marked." Sonia blinked innocently. "Is it, Ilya?"
"Certainly not," he agreed, but the glance he flashed Sonia bore a warning.
She grinned at him, unrepentant. "Don't worry, Cousin. It won't hurt your looks. I'm sure women will think you're twice as handsome with a scar."
He carried it off coolly enough, though, walking through the sprawl of the camp to his aunt's tent, where Mother Yermolov had driven the wagon containing his tent. A number of people clustered here: the two etsanas, seated on their pillows beneath the awning of Mother Orzhekov's tent, and some part of their families as well as a few of the refugees from Mikhailov's camp.
There was a long moment of silence as everyone turned to stare. Mother Orzhekov raised one eyebrow eloquently. Arina hid her mouth behind her hand, trying not to look as young as she was. But Kirill, standing behind his wife, spoke first, of course. "Well, Tess," he said, "are you trying to start a new fashion?" Most of the crowd laughed.
"Aunt," said Ilya, "perhaps you will grant permission for my wife to pitch her tent next to yours."
Irena nodded. "Of course, Nephew. Sonia, Stassi, Pavel, you may assist them." Then she went back to her consultation with Arina, which clearly involved Mother Yermolov, Karolla Arkhanov and her children, and Vera, who stood beside her cousin, staring at nothing. Petya hovered nervously in the background.
Stassia's husband Pavel led Kriye away. Ilya allowed Sonia and Stassia to help pitch the tent, and he even permitted them to help Tess strike her tent and carry her belongings to the rugs under their awning. No farther would he let them, and he and Tess spent what little time remained until supper arranging the interior of the great tent. It took rather longer than it might have, interrupted frequently by kisses.
Supper proved rather lively. He sat through it without speaking unless he was spoken to. Tess enjoyed herself thoroughly, and she could not help but laugh with Sonia when an unusually large number of men, including his entire jahar and others who had enough standing to invite themselves, came to watch him bid the ritual farewell to his newly-marked wife and then be escorted away.
"Sonia. Stassia. Kira. I charge you with Tess's retreat."
Tess's seclusion was restrictive only in that she could not leave the tent. Lanterns were lit. Children ran in and out, jumping on the pillows and throwing the blankets around. Women filtered in, bringing gifts of food and drink for the coming days, and then left again. Arina arrived, kissed her, and left. Karolla Arkhanov came in, looking wary.
"I wish you blessings," she said.
"I have something for you," said Tess, and gave her Vasil's clothing.
Karolla flushed and clutched these gifts against her chest. Then she looked down at her children. "Here, little one," she said to the girl. "Here is your Papa's shirt for you to keep until he comes back.''
Tess hesitated. "The baby, is that a boy?"
"Yes." She flushed and hugged the little boy to her side.
"I think this will go to him, then, when he is old enough." And she offered Karolla the saber. Karolla looked stunned, and she quickly took herself off.
"Well," said Sonia, offering Tess some little sweet cakes that Arina had brought. "But I won't ask."
"Children." Irena Orzhekov appeared at the entrance. "Tess and I will speak alone for a moment."
Sonia and Stassia shepherded the children out. Mother Orzhekov sat on a pillow next to Tess, and Tess suddenly felt self-conscious, sitting here in a tent as large as the etsana's, placed on a pillow beside her as an equal.
"I hope," she said tentatively, "that you don't think it presumptuous of me to have this tent, Mother Orzhekov."
"My child," said Irena, "that Bakhtiian has gifted you with this tent is his right, given what he has become. And in any case, I believe from what Sonia has told me that you come from an important family in your own right, in khaja lands."
"That's true," Tess admitted. "But I feel a little overwhelmed here."
"With my nephew?"
Tess smiled. "That wasn't actually what I meant. I mean, having this tent, and everything that means. I don't have any idea how to-except that I've worked beside your daughters, but to have my own tent-well, I've lived in a city all my life. I don't know what to do."
"You are still my daughter. I have daughters enough and grandchildren enough and other kin to share with you the work and the responsibility that this tent gives you. But you understand, Tess, that this is his tent, truly."
"Oh, yes. I understand that."
"Yet it must be yours as well. I trust that you have the strength to make it so."
Tess thought about this a while. Irena allowed her the silence to do so. "Yes," she said finally. "I do. Will you have some cakes?"
Irena smiled and took one. "You and I will deal very well together, Tess."
They sampled the sweets for a little while, commenting on their flavor.
"What will happen to Vera?" Tess asked at last. "And to Karolla Arkhanov?"
"Arina is willing to take Vera back but that is a question that must go before the assembled Elders of both tribes. There will have to be some punishment." She frowned. "Arina is also willing to take in Karolla Arkhanov and her two children. I don't like it. I suspect Arina of harboring a fondness for her cousin Vasil which is impairing her judgment."
"Oh." Tess examined Irena Orzhekov thoughtfully. "Didn't you like Vasil?"
"Yes, I liked him. He was utterly charming, as of course he knew he was. But I would never trust him. And should it come to that, Tess," she said severely, "neither should you."
Tess wisely did not respond to this bait.
"Well, Karolla was no different than the rest of us, to fall in love with a handsome face, and she has obviously been loyal to him, so perhaps their children will inherit her heart to make up for having his looks."
"Ilya is handsome," Tess pointed out.
"My nephew," said his aunt, "is arrogant, ambitious, impulsive, and even vain, but he is not, I think, conceited. Tess. If you have a duty to your kin in this far-off city, you must not let Ilya bully you into staying here. I love my nephew but I am not blind to his faults."
"It is true, Mother Orzhekov, that I have a duty to my brother. But I also-" She hesitated, twining her fingers together. But you also have a duty to yourself. And sometimes you cannot understand how to serve a greater cause until you understand yourself.