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In the morning he packed a very few belongings。 In the kitchen； when he went there to say farewell； they gave him food and wine to begin his journey。 They asked for his blessing； which he gave； making the sign of the god's disk over them。 They were weeping； so was he。 Rain was falling when he went back out； the good； much…needed rain of spring。
Outside the stables there was a horse saddled for him。 By the lady's orders； he was given to understand。 She was true to her word； however。 She did not e out to see him ride away in the rain。
His heart hammering the way it had in battle； Alvar watched as the grey iguana spider approached him slowly。 The igwarra was poisonous； sometimes fatally so。 The son of one of the farm workers had died of a bite。 He tried to move； but could not。 The spider came up and kissed him on the lips。
Alvar； twisting； managed to free his arms in the press of people and put them around the spider。 He kissed her back as best he could from behind his eagle mask。 He was improving； he thought。 He had learned a great deal since sundown。
The spider stepped back。 Some people seemed to have a knack of finding space to maneuver in the crowd。 That trick； Alvar hadn't learned yet。
〃Nice。 Find me later； eagle；〃 said the iguana。 She reached downwards and gave him a quick squeeze on his private parts。 Alvar hoped the others hadn't seen。
Not much chance of that。
A hard； bony elbow was driven into his ribs as the spider drifted away。 〃What I'd give；〃 cackled Lain Nunez； 〃to be young and broad…shouldered again！ Did she hurt you； child？〃
〃What do you mean again？〃 roared Martin； on Alvar's other side。 He was a fox for the Carnival； it suited him。 〃You were never built like Alvar； except in your dreams！〃
〃I assume；〃 said Lain； with dignity； 〃that you are speaking of his shoulders； and not elsewhere？〃
There was a raucous whoop of laughter in response to that。 Not that the noise level could possibly get much higher； Alvar thought。 Just ahead of them…he had to walk ahead of them； given his spectacular mask…Husari ibn Musa carefully turned around and gave Lain a gesture of encouragement。 The normally dour old warrior waved back jauntily。 He was a red and green rooster。
They had been drinking since the first stars had e out。 There was food everywhere and the smells of cooking： chestnuts roasting； grilled lamb； small…boned fish from the lake； cheeses； sausages； spring melons。 And every tavern； thronged to bursting； had opened its doors and was selling wine and ale from booths on the street。 Ragosa had been transformed。
Alvar had already been kissed by more women than he'd ever touched in his life。 Half a dozen of them had urged him to find them later。 The night was being a blur already。 He was trying to stay alert； though。 He was looking for Jehane； however she might be disguised； and； though he certainly wouldn't tell this to the others； for a certain jungle cat mask。 He was sure he'd recognize it； even by torchlight and in the press； there was the golden leash； for one thing。
Jehane was beginning； just a little； to regret that she'd insisted on anonymity and on walking the streets alone tonight。
It was fascinating； certainly； and there was an undeniable excitement to being masked and unknown amid a crowd of similarly unrecognizable people。 She didn't really like drinking so much； though； and couldn't claim to be thrilled by the number of men…and one or two women…who had already used the license of Carnival to put their arms around her and claim a kiss。 No one had really abused the privilege…it was early yet； and the crowds were dense…but Jehane； responding as best she could in the spirit of the night； wouldn't have said it was a pleasure； either。
Her own fault； if so； she told herself。 Her own choice； not to be walking about with Rodrigo's men； safely escorted through the chaos of the streets。 Out for a while； and then home like a good girl； to bed alone。
Her own choice； indeed。 No one knew her； unless someone recognized her walk or tilt of head in the flickering of torches。 Martin might； she thought； or Ludus： they were good at such things。 She hadn't spotted any of the soldiers yet。 She'd know Husari at a distance； of course。 There would only be one peacock like that in Ragosa tonight。
She was approached and enveloped by a brown bear。 She submitted； good…humoredly； to the bone…crushing hug and a smack on the lips。
〃e with me！〃 the bear invited。 〃I like owls！〃
〃I don't think so；〃 Jehane said； gasping for breath。 〃It's too early in a long night for broken ribs。〃
The bear laughed； patted her on the head with gloved hand； and lumbered on。 Jehane looked around； wondering if Ziri was somewhere in the crowd swirling past beneath the wavering torches。 He didn't know her mask； though； and she had exited her house through the back door into the dark。
She couldn't have said why it was so important to her to be alone tonight。 Or no； she probably could have if she demanded an honest answer of herself。 She wasn't about to do that。 Carnival wasn't a time for inward searching； Jehane decided。 It was a night for doing the things one only dreamed about all the rest of the year。 She looked around。 A grey she…wolf and a horse were improbably entwined not far away。
A stag； seven…tined； emerged out of the tumult in front of her。 He was holding a leather flask。 He offered it to Jehane with a slight bow。 A deeper inclination of his head might have impaled her。
〃Thank you；〃 Jehane said politely； holding out a hand for the wine。
〃A kiss？〃 The voice was muffled； soft。
〃Fair enough；〃 said Ishak ben Yonannon's daughter。 It was Carnival。 She stepped forward； kissed him lightly； accepted the flask； and drank。
There seemed to be something familiar about this man； but Jehane didn't pursue the thought： there had been something familiar about half the men who'd kissed her tonight。 Masks and imagination and too much wine did that to you。
The stag moved on without speaking again。 Jehane watched him go； then realized he'd left her the flask。 She called after him but he didn't turn。 She shrugged； looked at the flask； drank again。 This wine was good； and scarcely watered； if at all。
〃I am going to have to start being careful；〃 she said aloud。
〃Tonight？〃 said a brown rabbit； laughing beside her。 〃How absurd。 e with us instead。 We're going down to the boats。〃 There were four of them； all rabbits； three women and a man with his arm around two of them。
It seemed a reasonable thing to do。 As reasonable as anything else。 And better； after all； than wandering alone。 She shared the leather flask with them on the way to the lake。
Behind the mask； which alone made tonight possible； eyes watched from the shadows of a recessed doorway as a stag was briefly kissed by a white owl and then stalked gracefully away； leaving a flask of wine behind。
The owl hesitated visibly； drank again from the flask； and then went off in another direction with a quartet of rabbits。
The rabbits didn't matter at all。 The stag and the owl were known。 The watching one…disguised； on a whim； as a lioness…left the shelter of the