Shadow's Son by Shirley Meier, S.M. Stirling and Karen Wehrstein ...
Shadow's Son by Shirley Meier, S.M. Stirling and Karen Wehrstein ...
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"Yes,khyd-hird ," the girl said curtly.<br />
The sound of the first morning gong rang out over the camp, mellow <strong>and</strong> too lovely for the business of<br />
war. Shkai'ra looked down at the dark head with its white streak in the crook of her arm.<br />
"Good<strong>by</strong>e for now," she whispered.<br />
"Some part of me desperately wants to keep you here," Megan whispered back. "All the Gods be with<br />
you, love." She buried her head in Shkai'ra's neck, clinging. "I need you. I love you."<br />
"The day we met was the luckiest of all my life," Shkai'ra said, "<strong>and</strong> will be if I live fourscore." She<br />
kissed the other on the top of the head. "Smile for good fortune, my heart: I love you, too."<br />
"Come back to me."<br />
"First, this army; second, Marble Palace steps; third, Temonen manor, at noon," the Kommanza said.<br />
Almost shyly Megan reached into the clothing hanging from the tentpole <strong>and</strong> pulled out a long lock of hair<br />
knotted at one end, mingled black <strong>and</strong> silver. "You'll be cutting yours for me, <strong>and</strong> my son."<br />
"I will always come back to you, even if mountains <strong>and</strong> seas lie between," Shkai'ra said. She pulled her<br />
boot-knife from the footwear, <strong>and</strong> clipped a lock of her own. "Huh. This'll be the longest it gets for a<br />
while."<br />
They lay for a moment, holding each other wordlessly, <strong>and</strong> then crawled out into the pale predawn light.<br />
It was important not to alter their routine, with enemy eyes possibly watching, friendly eyes, certainly.<br />
Shkai'ra went into her stretches as Megan shook out her kinks <strong>and</strong> braided her hair; Sova yawned out of<br />
her pup-tent, stoking up the fire <strong>and</strong> putting on water before helping Shkai'ra on with her armor. They'd<br />
told the girl nothing; the fewer knew the better.<br />
"Sova," Shkai'ra said, "you're off with that Yeoli staff type today, aren't you?" To broaden her<br />
experience, they arranged such things.<br />
"Yes,khyd-hird ," the girl said sleepily.<br />
"I'm trying out that Arkan sword," she said, buckling it on. It was loot, a plain straight longsword except<br />
for the silver wire on the pommel, <strong>and</strong> the best layer-forged blade she had seen on this side of the Lannic.<br />
"Look after this for me until this evening, wouldn't you?" She h<strong>and</strong>ed the girl her Minztan-made<br />
Kommanz saber. "By the way, in the unlikely event I'm ever killed," Shkai'ra added, with a wry grin,<br />
"don't put it on the pyre with me. Use it. You're the only one in the family who's going to have the heft<br />
<strong>and</strong> the training both."<br />
Sova's pale eyes flicked up from the sword into Shkai'ra's, wide. The saber was legend even in<br />
steel-making F'talezon, as great as an ancient-made or perfect Yeoli blade. "Yes,khyd-hird ," she said,<br />
as Shkai'ra swung into Hotblood's saddle.<br />
"Take care, love," Megan called, as she always did.<br />
Sadsadmoanwhimper? the Ri thought; images of dead colts <strong>and</strong> snowstorms ran through his mind.