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uring wound。 The wrongness of it was appalling。
〃They 。。。 dead？〃 The dying man's eyes were open； fierce； clear； fighting pain。
〃All of them。 You saved my life。 What words can I say to you？〃
Velaz swallowed； tried to speak again； then had to wait as a hard high wave of pain crashed over him。
〃Care 。。。 her；〃 he whispered。 〃Please？〃
Rodrigo felt sorrow threaten to overwhelm him。 This oldest； endless sorrow of mankind； and new every single time。 Of course this would be what Velaz of Fezana needed to ask before he died。 How did the world in which they lived cause such things as this to happen？ Why hadn't Lain； or Ludus； Martin 。。。 any of a dozen soldiers 。。。 been nearest when Rodrigo fell to the ground among enemies？ Any one of so many men who would have been bitterly mourned； but whose death in this fashion could have been seen as something embedded…a known and courted risk…in the life they had chosen？
〃We will take care of her；〃 he said quietly。 〃On my oath。 She will be cherished； as you cherished her。〃
Velaz nodded his head； satisfied。 Even that small movement caused a pumping of blood in his terrible wound。
He closed his eyes again。 There was no color in his face at all。 He said； eyes still closed； 〃Can 。。。 find？〃
And this； too； Rodrigo understood。 〃I will。 I'll find her for you。〃
He rose then； and strode away； blood soaking his clothes； moving swiftly； purposefully； to try to do a thing that was； in fact； beyond him or any man that night： to find a single； masked woman in the careening dark of Carnival。
Which is why he was not in the square； but hammering at the door of her house and then doubling back through the streets； shouting her name at the top of his voice in a world of noise and laughter； when first Ammar and then Jehane herself came running up； fearing to find Rodrigo dead； only to discover it was Velaz lying on the stones under torches held by silent soldiers。
Jehane had never realized how much affection had been won from a pany of Valledan soldiers by the little man who had served her father and then herself all these years。 It ought not； perhaps； to have been such a surprise。 Military men recognized petence and inner strength and loyalty； and Velaz had embodied these things。
Alvar； in particular； was taking this death very badly； almost blaming himself for it。 It appeared that he had been the second man to arrive when Rodrigo was attacked。 Jehane didn't know where he'd e from； but she gathered he'd been with a woman not far away。
Her thinking wasn't really very clear。 The night was nearly done。 The thin crescent of the white moon was overhead now； but there already appeared to be a hint of grey through the open windows facing east。 They were in the barracks； the dining room on the ground floor。 The streets seemed quieter now； but that may have been an illusion； behind these walls。 Jehane wanted to tell Alvar there was nothing inappropriate about having been with a woman at Carnival； but she couldn't seem to be able to manage any words yet。
Someone…Husari； she thought…had brought her a cup of something warm。 She gripped it in both hands； shivering。 Someone else had draped a cloak over her。 Another cloak lay over Velaz； on one of the tables not far away。 A third covered the soldier who had died in the doorway when the Muwardis burst in。 The door had been unlocked。 It seemed he had been watching the dancing in the square。
She had been crying； off and on； for a long time。 She felt numb； hollow； light…headed。 Very cold； even beneath the cloak。 In her mind she tried to begin a letter to her mother and father 。。。 and then stopped。 The process of forming those necessary words threatened to make her weep again。
He had been a part of the world all her life； if not at the very center； then never far away。 He had not ever； as best she knew； done a violent or a hurtful thing to any man or woman until tonight when he had attacked a Muwardi warrior and saved Rodrigo's life。
That made her remember； much too late； something else。 She looked over and saw that Rodrigo's wounds were being cleaned and dressed by Lain Nunez。 I ought to be doing that； a part of her said inwardly； but she couldn't have。 She could not have done it tonight。
She realized that Ammar had e up and was crouched on his heels beside her。 She also realized； belatedly； that it was his cloak she was wearing。 He looked at her searchingly； then took her hand； not speaking。 How to prehend that this same night they had kissed？ And he had said certain things that opened up new horizons in the world。
Then the king of Cartada。
Then Velaz on the cobblestones。
She had not told anyone about Almalik。 A man she loved was here…she could use that word now in her mind； admit it to herself…and that part of this night's dark spinning was his to tell； or to preserve in silence。
She had heard enough from the balcony to understand a little of what lay between Ammar and the young； frightened king of Cartada。 The king who had nonetheless been calculating enough to send killers from the desert after Rodrigo Belmonte。 He had also ordered the execution of the warrior who'd thrown a blade at Ammar。 There was something plex and hurtful here。
She could not seek her vengeance for Velaz by setting these men on the track of the Cartadan king。 It was Rodrigo he had tried to kill； and mercenary soldiers； passing back and forth across the tagra lands and the boundaries of Jad and Ashar； lived lives that made that likely； even probable。
Velaz had not。 Velaz ben Ishak…he had taken her father's name when he adopted the Kindath faith…had lived a life that ought to have ended in a kind and cared…for old age。 Not on a table in a barracks hall with that sword wound in his neck。
It occurred to Jehane then…in the dreamy way thoughts were ing…that she； too； had decisions to make in the days that lay ahead。 The divided loyalties were not only Ammar's or Rodrigo's。 She was physician to a band of Valledan mercenaries and to the court of Ragosa。 She was also a citizen of Fezana； in Cartadan lands。 Her home was there and her family。 It was her own king； in fact； who was riding away from these walls tonight； with one panion only on a dangerous journey home。 The man he had ordered killed was a Valledan； a Jaddite enemy； the Scourge of Al…Rassan。
A man who might； through his valor and his pany's； achieve the conquest of her own city if he were to rejoin King Ramiro and the assault upon Fezana became a reality。 The Jaddites of Esperana had burned the Kindath； or enslaved them。 The island tomb of Queen Vasca remained a place of holiest pilgrimage。
Ammar was holding her hand。 Husari came back。 His eyes were red…rimmed。 She lifted her free hand and he took it in his。 Good men all around her in this room； decent； caring men。 But the most decent； the most caring； the one who had loved her from the day she was born； was dead on a table under a soldier's cloak。
Somewhere within her grieving soul Jehane experienced a tremor then； an apprehension of pain to e。 The world of Esperana； of Al…Rassan； seemed to her to be rushing headlong towards something vast and terrible； and the death