bay。 〃Since you have picked red Vinyafod for your own； Prince Josua； I have selected this one for myself。 Vildalix is his name…Wild…shine。〃
〃He is splendid；〃 Josua said； laughing。 〃You see； Deornoth； I remembered what you said about Thrithings horses。 Now you have some； just as you asked。〃
Deornoth looked at Josua's bandages。 〃The price was too high； sire。〃 His eyes were sorrowful。
〃Show me the rest of our new herd；〃 said Josua。
Vorzheva came out to meet the prince as he and the others returned from the paddock。 Hotvig took one look at her face and slipped away。
〃You are foolish to be up walking！〃 The thane's daughter turned to Deornoth。 〃How could you keep him out so long？ He is very unwell！〃
Deornoth said nothing； but only bowed。 Josua smiled。 〃Peace； Lady；〃 the prince said。 〃The fault is not Sir Deornoth's。 I wanted to see the horses； since I am most assuredly going to ride and not walk from here。〃 He chuckled ruefully。 〃Not that I could walk more than a furlong these days in any case； even if my life were in the balance。 But I will get stronger。〃
〃Not if you stand in the cold。〃 Vorzheva leveled her sharp…eyed glance at Deornoth as if daring him to argue。 She took Josua's arm； adjusting her pace to his halting strides； and together all three went back toward the camp。
The prince's pany was still housed m the bull run。 Fikolmij had snarled that just because he had lost a wager was no reason that he must treat miserable stone…dwellers like clansmen； but several of the more high…minded Thrithings…folk had brought blankets and ropes and tent stakes。 Fikolmij was not a king while the people lending assistance to the former prisoners gave the March…thane's camp a wide berth； neither were they ashamed or afraid to go against his wishes。
Led by practical Duchess Gutrun； Josua's people had quickly made of these contributions a secure shelter； closed on three sides and double…roofed with blankets of heavy wool。 This served to keep out the worst of the cold rains； which seemed to increase m strength daily。
Above the Thrithings the gray…black sky hung threateningly close； as though the very grasslands had been lifted up by giant hands。 This spell of bad weather； which had lasted nearly a week straight and off and on for over a month； would have been unusual even in early spring。 It was now high summer； however； and the people of the Stallion Clan were openly worried。
〃e； my lady；〃Josua said as they reached the enclosure。 〃Let you and I walk a little while longer。〃
〃You should not walk more！〃 Vorzheva said indignantly。 〃Not with your wounds！ You must sit and have some hot wine。〃
〃Nevertheless；〃 Josua said firmly； 〃let us walk。 I will look forward to the wine。 Deornoth； if you would pardon us。。。？〃
Deornoth nodded and bowed； turning at the gate in the bull run fence。 He watched the prince's laborious progress for a moment before he went inside。
Josua's victory over Utvart had brought certain amenities。 Like his lady； the prince had exchanged his rags for newer garb； and now wore the soft leather breeches； boots； and baggy…sleeved wool shirt of a randwarder； a bright scarf knotted across his brow in place of his princely diadem。 Vorzheva wore a voluminous gray dress； rolled and belted at the hips in the Thrithings manner to lift the hem above the wet grass； leaving visible her thick woolen leggings and low boots。 She had discarded her white bride…band。
〃Why do you take me away from the others to talk？〃 Vorzheva demanded。 Her defiant tone was belied by apprehensive eyes。 〃What do you say that must be hidden？〃
〃Not hidden；〃 Josua said； twining his arm around hers。 〃1 only wished to speak where we would not be interrupted。〃
〃My people do not hide things；〃 she said。 〃We cannot； since we live so close。〃
Josua nodded his head。 〃I only wished to say that I am sorry； Lady； very sorry。〃
〃Sorry？〃
〃Yes。 I have treated you badly； as I admitted in your father's wagon。 I have not given you the respect you deserve。〃
Vorzheva's face twisted； somewhere between joy and anguish。 〃Ah； still you do not understand me； Prince Josua of Erkynland。 I do not care for respect； not if that is all you give me。 I want your attention。 I want your heart！ If you give me that； then you can give to me all the 。。。 the not…respect 。。。〃
Quietly： 〃Disrespect。〃
〃。 。 。 All the disrespect you want。 Do not treat me like you do the farmers who e to you for justice。 I do not want your careful thinking； your measuring； your talking； talking； talking。。。〃 An angry tear was quickly wiped away。 〃Just give your heart； you damned stone…dweller！〃
They stopped； standing in wind…rippled grass to their knees。 〃I try；〃 he said。
〃No； you do not；〃 she hissed bitterly。 〃You have that other woman's face in your heart； your brother's wife。 Men！ You are all little boys； you keep old loves m your heart like polished stones you have found。 How can I fight a dead woman！？ I cannot grab her； I cannot slap her； I cannot drive her away or follow you when you go to her！〃 She stood breathing heavily； her legs wide…set as though braced for battle。 Her hands dropped to her stomach and her look changed。 〃But you did not give her a child。 You gave one to me。〃
Josua looked helplessly at her pale face； at the rosy flush of her checks and her cloud of black hair。 。A movement caught his eye： a rabbit； emerging from a thatch of tall grass； stopped for a moment and rose on its hindquarters to look around。 Its dark； round eye touched his。 A moment later it sprang forward and was gone； a thin gray shadow skimming the meadow。
〃You have done nothing wrong； Lady；〃 he said。 〃Nothing but attach yourself to a brooding ghost of a man。〃 He smiled sadly； then laughed。 〃But in a way； I suppose； I have been reborn。 I have been allowed to live when surely I ought to have died； so I must take that as an omen and see my life differently。 You will bear our child； and we will be married when we reach the Stone of Farewell。〃
A touch of indignation returned to Vorzheva's dark eyes。 〃We will be married here； before my people；〃 she said firmly。 〃We are betrothed： now they will see and stop speaking behind their hands。〃
〃But Lady；〃 he began； 〃we have need of haste。。。〃
〃Have you no honor？〃 she demanded。 〃What if you are killed before we reach this place？ The child in me will be a bastard。。。 and I will not even be a widow。〃
Josua began to speak； but instead broke into laughter once more。 He reached his arm around her and pulled her close； unmindful of his injuries。 She resisted for a moment； then allowed herself to be embraced； but retained her frown。 〃Lady； you are right；〃 the prince said； smiling。 〃It shall not be put off。 Father Strangyeard will marry us and I will be a good husband to you and keep you safe。 And if I die before we reach our destination； you will be the finest widow on the grasslands。〃 He kissed her。 For a while they stood in the rain； faces pressed close together。
〃You are trembling；〃 Vorzheva said at last； but her own voice seemed the unsteady thing。 She pulled free of Josua's embrace。 〃You have stood and walked too long。 If you die before we marry； it will spoil everything。〃 Her look was softer； but still some trace of apprehension re… mained； an edge of fear that would not go away。 Josua took her hand and lifted it to his lips。 They turned and walked slowly back toward the encampment； as carefully as if they were both very； very old。
〃I must leave；〃 Geloe announced that evening。 Josua's people huddled around the fire as fierce winds strummed at the walls of their makeshift shelter。
〃I hope you do not mean that；〃 Josua said。 〃We have need of your wisdom。〃
Deornoth felt himself both glad and sorry at the thought of the witch woman leaving。
〃We will all meet again； and soon；〃 she said。 〃But I must go ahead to the Stone of Farewell。 Now that you are safe； there are things I must do there before you e。〃
〃What things？〃 Deornoth heard the edge of suspicion in his own voice and was embarrassed by his lack of charity； but no one else seemed to notice。
〃There will be。。。〃 Geloe searched for words； 〃。。。shadows there。 And sounds。