Chronicles Of The Warlands - Warlord Part 40

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Essa, proud Singer of the Plains, blushed. Flushed right up like a maiden. Surprised, I stood and waited, my eyes on Essa.

"It is not an honorable wound," Essa admitted. He stopped speaking.

I waited in silence for a moment, then cleared my throat. "A Healer treats a healing as a Singer holds words in his heart."

Essa looked at me closely. "Truth?"

I nodded. "I know that privacy is important to the one being treated. I will speak of it to no other."



Wild Winds spoke. "Even Keir?"

I looked at him, then back at Essa. "Do you tell all to your bed mates?"

"No," Essa confirmed. "I do not."

"Nor do I," I responded. "Unless it is something like a plague, where the illness can affect others."

We sat in silence for a moment, as they considered this. I thought I heard Keir's mail jingle in the other

room. From the sound of it, my Warlord was pacing.

Essa cleared his throat again. "All the hours of sitting in Council has made it worse. And the itching . . ."

Essa s.h.i.+fted on the bed. "It's enough to drive a man to the snows."

I arched an eyebrow, now knowing what the problem probably was, and started to dig into my satchel.

"And your bowels? How do they move?"

With the relief of a confessed sinner, Essa started to give me all the details. I listened carefully, and pulled out one of the ointments that I always carry. "Call for warm water, please. And some cloths."

Essa didn't hesitate, nor did he pause when I asked him to drop his trous. I inspected the site carefully.

"It's not so bad, yet. But you must take steps to avoid it getting worse."

So I gave him the cream, and we talked about his diet. I urged him to drink more water and kavage and avoid spicy foods for some time. I recommended that he sit in warm water at least twice a day. "If you do not take these precautions, they can get so bad that they hang out."

Essa blanched as I turned to wash my hands. "That is to be avoided, if possible."

"If possible." I agreed. "But I have ways of dealing with that as well. But let us try this first. The ointment will aid with the itching."

Essa sighed. "Council is over after tonight, for the season."

"That will help." I stood. "You might also consider using a cus.h.i.+on."

Wild Winds said nothing the entire time. He'd found a stool in amidst the clutter, and sat there, his arms

crossed over his chest, and watched as I explained the treatments to Essa. Now Essa looked at him.

"Well?"

Wild Winds's face was impa.s.sive.

"What?" I asked.

"He took a wound-"

Wild Winds cut Essa off with a gesture.

I looked down at my hands as I dried them off carefully. Essa spoke first. "She holds it as a Singer holds confidences. You're not a fool, Wild Winds." Essa crossed his arms over his chest. "Stubborn, but not a fool."

Wilds Winds stared at me.

I crossed my arms and stared right back at him.

"So," Keir said.

We were walking back to our tent, holding hands. I gave him a glance. "So?"

He looked at me questioningly.

"Ah." I looked forward, and leaned against him for just a moment as we walked. "You wish to know

what was wrong with Essa.""I didn't think he took a wound during combat," Keir mused. "Where was he hurt?'I sighed. "Keir, healers treat a healing as a Singer of the Plains holds words in his heart."Keir frowned "You promised to tell me-""Where I go to heal and why." I smiled at him. "I will tell you who I treat, but not the details. What's done under the bells is private, yes?"

Keir grunted. We walked a few steps more and he spoke again. "But Essa took a healing from you?"

"He did."

"And the Eldest Warrior-Priest watched?"

"He did."

"I am satisfied," Keir p.r.o.nounced.

"I am glad." I gave him a smile. "I will show you how glad when we return to the tent."

Keir grinned.

We entered the tent together, Keir pretending to drag me within, saying something about claiming his

Warprize. We were brought up short by the sight of Marcus and Amyu standing there, facing us. "It is

time," Marcus said.

Keir stiffened. "The ceremony is not until sunset."

Marcus glared at both of us. "Herself needs to eat and bathe. You need to prepare as well." Marcus crossed his arms over his chest. Amyu copied him. "She will be well guarded, and protected, Warlord."

Keir scowled.

Marcus scowled right back.

Amyu looked nervous, her eyes darting between the two men. I waited for the inevitable.

Keir huffed at Marcus. "We can eat together."

Marcus inclined his head, and he and Amyu stepped aside to reveal a table loaded down with food. "Do

so," Marcus ordered. "Quickly.""So much food, Marcus." I smiled even as I moved toward a stool. "Why-""LITTLE HEALER!" Simus boomed from outside.Marcus rolled his eye, and I laughed as Simus entered the tent. "Greetings, Simus of the Hawk. Welcome to my tent." I indicated the table with a sweep of my arm. "Join us for the nooning."

"Thank you, Warprize." Simus stepped aside. "There is another that seeks your company."

Joden stepped within the tent.

"Joden," I greeted him warmly. "Please join us."

"Thank you, Warprize." Joden inclined his head, and we sat together at the table. The first few moments

might have been awkward, but Simus would not let that happen. He started in with pleasure, and started to tell tales of his adventures in Xy after we left. We were laughing helplessly soon enough, for his tales of sparring with Lord Warren over the tables at the High Court had me holding my sides and laughing until they ached.

Marcus hovered, and made it clear that time was wasting. Simus and Joden rose as the last of the dishes were cleared. "Come, Keir," Simus insisted. "Marcus has your gear in my tent. You will prepare there." Keir opened his mouth, but Marcus would have none of that. "Go. I will see the Warprize started, and then help you."

Keir gave up, and we both rose together. I turned to him, and Keir took a step and took me in his arms. He kissed me hard, and I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck. It would only be for a few hours, but still. His mouth was warm and wonderful and I tried to kiss him back with the promise of tonight, our own private ceremony. He moaned and drew me closer and- "Enough of that now," Marcus groused. "More than enough time for that later."

Laughter bubbled up within me, and we broke the kiss. Simus took the opportunity to grab Keir's arm.

"Now, Warlord."

Joden grabbed the other arm. "Come, Warlord."

Together, they pulled Keir from the tent.

Amyu was clearing the last of the dishes, and Marcus took me into my sleeping area. "Come and see,

Warprize."

I stepped within and gasped at the sight. There was a tub, a huge tub, easily large enough for me to bathe in. "Marcus! Where did you find it?"

Marcus looked smug. "Providing for you is a task well within my skills, Warprize."

I would have hugged him, but he held me off. "Wait. There is this as well."

There on the bed was a dress, a dress as blue as I had ever seen. My mouth hung open at the sight. It

was cut as a traditional dress of Xy, one piece that flared at the hips. I reached a trembling hand to touch it, and found that it was the same silky stuff as the red dress that I'd worn in Xy. There were slippers to match, as well as a few ribbons of the same color.

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