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The prince stared at him； his expression indecipherable in the evening dark。 〃I spoke badly of our panions。 That was wrong。 But I said nothing ill of you； Sir Deornoth 。 。 。〃
〃Elysia； Mother of God； Josua！〃 Deornoth almost sobbed； 〃I care nothing for myself！ And as for the others； that was only a careless remark that you made out of weariness。 I know you meant nothing by it。 No； it is you who are the victim of your own crudest treatment！ That is why you are a fool！〃
Josua stiffened。 〃What？〃
Deornoth threw his arms up in the air； rilled with the sort of giddy madness felt on Midsummer's Eve； when all wore masks and told the truth。 But here in the bull run there were no masks。 〃You are a better enemy to yourself than Elias can ever be；〃 he shouted； not caring anymore who heard。 〃Your blame； your guilt； your failed duty！ If Usires Aedon were to return to Nabban today； and again be hung on the Tree in the temple garden； you would find a way to blame it on yourself！ No matter who is speaking the evil； I will listen to a fine man slandered no longer！〃
Josua stared as if stunned。 The terrible silence was broken by the creak of the wooden gate。 Half a dozen men with spears pushed into the stockade； led by the one named Hotvig who had captured them on the Ymstrecca's banks。 He strode forward； peering around the shadowed pen。
〃Josua？ e here。〃
〃What do you want？〃 the prince asked quietly。
〃The March…thane has called for you。 Now。〃 Two of Hotvig's men moved up； lowering their spear points。 Deornoth tried to catch Josua's eye； but the prince turned away and walked out slowly between the two Thrithings…men。 Hotvig pulled the high gate shut behind them。 The wooden bolt creaked back into place。
〃You don't think that。。。 that they will harm him； do you； Deornoth？〃 Strangyeard asked。 〃They wouldn't hurt the prince； would they？〃
Deornoth sank down onto the muddy ground； tears rolling down his cheeks。
The interior of Fikolmij's wagon smelled of grease and smoke and oiled leather。 The March…thane looked up from his joint of beef to nod Hotvig back out the door； then returned his attention to his meal； leaving Josua to stand and wait。 They were not alone。 The man standing beside Fikolmij was half a head taller than Josua and only slightly less muscled than the broad March…thane himself。 His face； clean…shaven but for long mustaches； was covered with scars too regular to be accidental。 He returned the prince's stare with undisguised contempt。 One hand； clatteringly laden with bracelets； dropped to caress the hilt of his long curved sword。
Josua held this one's narrowed eyes for a moment； then casually allowed his glance to slide away； taking in the vast array of harnesses and saddles hanging from the wagon's walls and ceiling； their myriad silver buckles glittering in the firelight。
〃You have discovered some of the virtues of fort； Fikolmij；〃 Josua said； eyeing the rugs and stitched cushions scattered over the floor boards。
The March…thane looked up； then spat into the fire…trough。 〃Pfah。 I sleep beneath stars； as I always have。 But I need someplace safe from listening ears。〃 He bit at the joint and chewed vigorously。 〃I am no stone…dweller； who wears a shell like a soft…skinned snail。〃 A piece of clanking bone rattled into the trough。
〃It has been some time since I have slept behind walls or in a bed myself； Fikolmij。 You can see that。 Did you bring me here to call me soft？ If so； have done and let me go back to my people。 Or did you bring me here to kill me？ The fellow beside you has somewhat the look of a head…chopper。〃
Fikolmij dropped the denuded bone into the fire and grinned hugely； his eyes red as a boar's。 〃You don't know him？ He knows you。 Don't you； Utvart？〃
〃I know him。〃 He had a deep voice。
The March…thane now leaned forward； peering at the prince intently。 〃By the Four…Footed；〃 he laughed； 〃Prince Josua has more gray hairs than old Fikolmij！ Living in your stone houses makes a man old fast。〃
Josua smiled thinly。 〃I have had a difficult spring。〃
〃You have！ You have！〃 Fikolmij was enjoying himself immensely。 He picked up a bowl and tilted it to his mouth。
〃What do you want of me； Fikolmij？〃
〃It is not me that wants； Josua； despite your sin against me。 It is Utvart here。〃 He nodded at his glowering panion。 〃We spoke of age。 Utvart has only a few years less than you； but he does not wear a man's beard。 Do you know why？〃
Utvart stirred； rubbing his fingers on his pommel。 〃I have no wife；〃 he rumbled。
Josua looked from man to man； but said nothing。
〃You are a clever man； Prince Josua；〃 Fikolmij said slowly； then took another long draught。 〃You see the problem。 Utvart's bride was stolen。 He has sworn never to marry until the one who stole her is dead。〃
〃Dead；〃 Utvart echoed。
Josua's lip curled。 〃I stole no one's bride。 Vorzheva came to me after I had left your camp。 She begged to go away with me。〃
Fikolmij slammed the bowl down； splashing dark beer into the fire trough； which hissed as if startled。 〃Curse you； did your father have no male children！？ What true man hides behind a woman； or allows one to have her way？ Her bride…price was set！ All was agreed！〃
〃Vorzheva had not agreed。〃
The March…thane rose from his stool； staring at Josua as though the prince were a poisonous serpent。 Fikolmij's corded arms trembled。 〃You stone…dwellers are a pestilence。 One day the men of the Free Thrithings will drive you into the sea and burn away your rotting cities with clean fire。〃
Josua eyed him evenly。 〃The men of the Thrithings have tried that before。 It is how we met； you and I。 Or have you forgotten the unfortable fact of our alliance…an alliance against your own people？〃
Fikolmij spat again； and this time did not bother to aim for the trough。 〃It was a chance to increase my strength。 It worked。 I stand today unquestioned lord of the High Thrithings。〃 He stared at Josua as if daring him to argue。 〃Besides； that treaty was with your father。 For a stone… dweller； he was a mighty man。 You are a thin shadow of him。〃
Josua's face was empty。 〃I am tired of talking。 Kill me if you wish； but do not bore me。〃
Fikolmij leaped forward。 His broad fist crashed against the side of Josua's head and the prince crumpled to his knees。 〃Proud talk； worm！ I should kill you with my own hands！〃 The March…thane stood over Josua； his barrel chest heaving。 〃Where is my daughter！？〃
〃I don't know。〃
Fikolmij grabbed Joshua's tattered shirt and pulled the prince onto his feet。 Watching； Utvart swayed gently from side to side； his eyes dreamy。 〃And you don't care； either； do you？ By the Grass Thunderer； I have dreamed of smashing you…dreamed of it！ Tell me of my Vorzheva； child…stealer。 Did you at least marry her？ 〃
A bleeding welt showed at Josua's temple。 He stared back 〃We did not wish to marry。 〃
Another blow rocked the prince's head。 Blood started from his upper lip and nose。 〃How you laughed at old Fikolmij when you sat in your stone house； eh？〃 the March…thane hissed。 〃Stole his daughter and made her your whore； then did not have to pay a single horse for her！ You laughed； didn't you？〃