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fe wound inflicted by one woman on another。 But although the three religions were all present here； it was obvious to her that when quarrels arose it had nothing to do with whether sun or moons or stars were worshipped。 And the wadjis who had forced them out here were the mon enemy。 Jehane knew she would not be betrayed by these people。
Nunaya sold them three mules without so much as a question in her heavy…lidded； heavily accentuated eyes。 This was not a place where personal questions were asked。 Everyone had their secrets； and their wounds。
Jehane mounted up on one of the mules； Velaz and Husari took the others。 A lady was supposed to ride sidesaddle； but Jehane had always found that silly and awkward。 Doctors were allowed to be eccentric。 She rode as the men did。
It was summer； the flow of the river was lazy and slow。 Moving across； holding her mule on a tight rein； Jehane felt a heavy drifting object bump them。 She shivered； knowing what it was。 The mule pulled away hard and she almost fell； controlling it。
They came up out of the water and started north towards the trees。 Jehane looked back just once。 Lanterns burned behind them in watchtowers along the walls and in the castle and the tall houses of Fezana。 Candles lit by men and women sheltered behind those walls from the dangers of the dark。
There were headless bodies in the castle moat and the river。 One hundred and thirty…nine of them。
The one hundred and fortieth man was beside her now； riding in what had to be acute disfort but uttering no sound of plaint。
〃Look ahead；〃 Velaz said quietly。 It was very dark now all around them under the stars。
Jehane looked where he was pointing and saw the red glow of a fire in the distance。 Her heart thumped hard。 An unshielded campfire on the grasslands could mean many different things； obviously； but Jehane had no way of deciding what。 She was in an alien world now； on this exposed plain at night； with an aging servant and a plump merchant。 Everything she knew and understood lay behind her。 Even the ragged suburb of whores next to the city walls seemed a secure； safe place suddenly。
〃I think I know what that light must be；〃 said Husari after a moment。 His voice was calm； the steady sureness of his manner a continuing surprise。 〃In fact； I'm certain of it；〃 he said。 〃Let us go there。〃
Jehane； weary for the moment of thinking； having got them out safely and mounted； was content to follow his lead。 It did cross her mind that this adventure； this shared pursuit of vengeance； might end rather sooner than any of them had anticipated。 She let her mule follow Husari's towards the fire burning on the plain。
And so it was that the three of them rode…not long after； just as the white moon was rising…straight into the encampment of Rodrigo Belmonte； the Captain of Valledo； and the fifty men he had brought with him to collect the summer parias； and Jehane came to realize that a very long day and night were not yet done。
Four
The small…farmers of Orvilla； twelve of them； had e to the city together with their laden mules and they left Fezana together when the market closed at midday。 One or two might have been inclined to stay and gawk at the soldiers strolling arrogantly about the town； but that would have meant travelling back to the village without the protection of the larger group。 In unsettled country so near to the no…man's…land； and in unsettled times； the pleasures of loitering in the city…or； in the case of some of the men； visiting an interesting suburb just outside the northern walls…could not outweigh the real need for the security of numbers。
Well before the sundown prayers they had all been safely back in Orvilla with the goods they had obtained at the market in exchange for their weekly produce。 As a consequence； none of them had any knowledge of what happened in Fezana that day。 They would learn of it later； by then it would matter rather less。 They would have a catastrophe of their own to deal with。
The raiders from the north…even ignorant villagers could recognize Jaddite horsemen…swept down upon Orvilla at precisely the moment the blue moon rose to join the white one in the summer sky。 It was too precisely calculated not to be a deliberate timing； though to what purpose no one could imagine； after。 Perhaps a whim。 There was nothing whimsical about what happened when the horsemen…at least fifty of them…broke through or leaped over the wooden fence that encircled the houses and outbuildings of the village。 Some twenty families lived in Orvilla。 There were a handful of old swords； a few rusting spears。 A number of mules。 One ox。 Three horses。 Aram ibn Dunash； whose house was by the water mill on the stream； had a bow that had been his father's。
He was the first man to die； trying to nock an arrow with shaking hands as a screaming rider bore down upon him。 The horseman's pike took Aram in the chest and carried him into the wall of his own home。 His wife； unwisely； screamed from inside。 The horseman； hearing that； leaped from his mount and strode into the tiny house。 He was already unbuckling his belt as he ducked through the low door。
A number of houses were quickly fired； and the munal barn。 There was straw in the barn and in midsummer it was dry。 The structure went up in flames with a roar。 The fire must have been visible as far away as Fezana。
Ziri ibn Aram； who liked to sleep on the roof of the barn in summer； leaped down just in time。 The barn was on the far side of the village from the mill and the stream。 He was spared seeing his father die。 Nor had he observed the horseman striding into the home where his pregnant mother and sisters were。 Ziri was fourteen years old。 He would have tried to kill the man with his hands。 He would have died； of course。 As it was； he landed awkwardly at the feet of a laughing Jaddite who was using the flat of his sword to round up all those not killed in the first moments of the attack。 There weren't very many of them； Ziri realized； looking desperately around for his family amid the smoke。 Perhaps twenty people； in all； seemed to be still alive； from a village of more than twice that number。 It was difficult to tell amid the flames。 Orvilla was being consumed in an inferno of fire。
For the raiders； it was a disappointing exercise in some ways。 There was； predictably； no one worth ransoming； not even a country wadji； who might have fetched a price。 Even the brief flurry of bat had been laughable。 The pathetically armed farmers had offered nothing in the way of opposition or training for battle。 There were women of course； but one didn't have to ride this far in the heat of summer to find peasant women for sport。 Only when one man suggested spread…eagling the surviving men…the women were being taken back north； of course…did the prospect of a diversion belatedly emerge。 This was； after all； Al…Rassan。 The half…naked wretches herded together like cattle or sheep were infidels。 This raid could almost be seen as an act of piety。
〃He's right！〃 another man shouted。 〃Spread the bastards on their own beams； then spread their women another way！〃 There was laughter。
With some speed and even a measure