It was the woman doctor； not the merchant； who answered。 〃A village。 Orvilla。 I have patients there。〃
〃e then；〃 said the Captain； his expression even grimmer than before。 〃You will have more now。 Leave the mule。 Ride with Lain…the older one。 Alvar； take her servant。 Ludus； Mauro； guard the camp with the merchant。 e on！ That crawling maggot Garcia de Rada is here after all。〃
At least half of the Jaddite raiders were slain in a matter of moments before Jehane； sheltering with Velaz at the side of one of the burning houses； heard the man the others called the Captain say clearly； 〃It is enough。 Gather the rest。〃
The Captain。 She knew who this was； of course。 Everyone in the peninsula knew who was called by that name alone； as a title。
His words were echoed quickly by two other riders； including the older one who had ridden here with her。 The killing stopped。
There was an interval of time during which the raiders were herded towards the center of the village； an open grassy space。 Some of Rodrigo Belmonte's men were filling buckets at the stream； trying to deal with the fires alongside a handful of the villagers。 It was hopeless； though； even to Jehane's untutored eye it was obviously wasted effort。
〃Doctor！ Oh； thank the holy stars！ e quickly； please！〃
Jehane turned； and recognized her patient…the woman who brought her eggs every week at the market。
〃Abirab！ What is it？〃
〃My sister！ She has been terribly hurt。 By one of the men。 She is bleeding； and with child。 And her husband is dead。 Oh； what are we to do； doctor？〃
The woman's face was black with soot and smoke； distorted with grief。 Her eyes were red from weeping。 Jehane； frozen for a moment by the brutal reality of horror； offered a quick inner prayer to Galinus…the only name she truly worshipped…and said； 〃Take me to her。 We will do what we can。〃
Ziri ibn Aram； standing on the far side of the circle； still did not know what had happened to his father or mother。 He saw his aunt approach a woman who had e with the new men。 He was about to follow them； but something held him where he was。 A few moments ago he had been preparing to die nailed to a beam from the barn。 He had spoken the words that offered his soul as a gift to the stars of Ashar。 It seemed the stars were not ready for his soul； after all。
He watched the brown…haired mander of the new arrivals remove a glove and stroke his moustache as he looked down from his black horse at the leader of those who had destroyed Ziri's village。 The man on the ground was stocky and dark。 He didn't seem at all； to Ziri's eyes； like someone who feared his approaching death。
〃You have achieved your own destruction；〃 he said with astonishing arrogance to the man on the horse。 〃Do you know who your louts have killed here？〃 His voice was high…pitched for a man； almost shrill。 〃Do you know what will happen when I report this in Esteren？〃
The broad…shouldered； brown…haired man on the black horse said nothing。 An older man beside him； extremely tall and lean； with greying hair； said sharply； 〃So sure you are going back； de Rada？〃
The stocky man didn't even look at him。 After a moment； though； the first horseman； the leader said； very quietly； 〃Answer him； Garcia。 He asked you a question。〃 The name was used as one might admonish a child； but the voice was cold。
For the first time Ziri saw a flicker of doubt appear in the face of the man named Garcia。 Only for a moment； though。 〃You aren't a plete fool； Belmonte。 Don't play games with me。〃
〃Games？〃 A hard； swift anger in the mounted man's voice。 He swept one hand in a slashing arc； indicating all of Orvilla； burning freely now。 Nothing would be saved。 Nothing at all。 Ziri began looking around for his father。 A feeling of dread was overtaking him。
〃Would I play a game in the midst of this？〃 the man on the black horse snapped。 〃Be careful； Garcia。 Do not insult me。 Not tonight。 I told your brother what would happen if you came near Fezana。 I assume he told you。 I must assume he told you。〃
The man on the ground was silent。
〃Does it matter？〃 said the grey…haired one。 He spat on the ground。 〃This one is offal。 He is less than that。〃
〃I will remember you；〃 said the black…haired man sharply； turning now to the speaker。 He clenched his fists。 〃I have a good memory。〃
〃But you forgot your brother's warning？〃 It was the leader once more； the one called Belmonte。 His voice was calm again； dangerously so。 〃Or you chose to forget it； shall we say？ Garcia de Rada； what you did as a boy on your family estates was no concern of mine。 What you do here； as someone who passes for a man； unfortunately is。 This village lies under the protection of the king of Valledo whose officer I am。 The parias I am here to collect was paid in part by the people you have butchered tonight。 You have taken the promises of King Ramiro and made him a liar in the eyes of the world。〃 He paused； to let the words sink in。 〃Given that fact； what should I do with you？〃
It was evidently not a question the man addressed had been expecting。 But he was not slow of wit。 〃Given that fact；〃 he mocked； imitating the tone。 〃You ought to have been a lawyer not a soldier； Belmonte。 A judge in your eastern pastures； making rulings about stolen sheep。 What is this； your courthouse？〃
〃Yes；〃 said the other man。 〃Now you begin to understand。 That is exactly what it is。 We await your reply。 What should I do with you？ Shall I give you to these people to be spread…eagled？ The Asharites nail people to wood as well。 We learned it from them。 Did you know that？ I doubt we'd have trouble finding carpenters。〃
〃Don't bluster；〃 said Garcia de Rada。
Jehane； walking back towards the knot of men in the midst of the burning village； with a little girl's hand in each of hers and a black rage in her heart； saw only the blurred motion of Rodrigo Belmonte's right arm。 She heard a crack； like a whip； and a man cried out。
Then she realized it had been a whip； and saw the black line of blood on Garcia de Rada's cheek。 He would be scarred for life by that； she knew。 She also knew she wanted his life to end tonight。 The fury in her was as nothing she had ever felt before； it was huge； terrifying。 She felt she could kill the man herself。 It was necessary to breathe deeply； to try to preserve a measure of self…control。
When her father had been marred in Cartada it had e to Jehane and her mother as rumor first and then report； and then they had lived with the knowledge for two days before they were allowed to see what had been done and take him away。 What she had just seen in the one…room hut by the river was raw as salt in an open sore。 Jehane had wanted to scream。 What was medicine； what was all her training； her oath； in the face of an atrocity such as this？
Anger made her reckless。 Leading the two children； she walked straight in to stand between Rodrigo Belmonte and the leader of the Jaddite raiders； the man he'd called Garcia and had just scarred with a whip。
〃Which one was it？〃 she said to the children。 She pitched her voice to carry。
There was abruptly a silence around them。 A young man； fourteen； fifteen perhaps； began hurrying towards her。 The two girls had said there might be an older brother still alive。 The mother's sister； Abirab； who used to request endless salves and infusions of Jehane at the market for foot pains or monthly cramps or sleeplessness； was still in the hut trying to do something impossible…to smooth the horror of a dead； viciously mutilated woman and the stillborn child that had spilled from her。
The young man rushed up to them and knelt beside his sisters。 One of them collapsed； weeping； against his shoulder。 The other； the older； stood very straight； her face grave and intent； looking around at the raiders。 〃He wore a red shirt；〃 she said quite clearly； 〃and red boots。〃
〃There； then；〃 said the man called Lain Nunez after a moment； pointing。 〃Bring him forward； Alvar。〃
A younger member of the band； the one with the oddly high stirrups on his horse； leaped from his mount。 From the ranks of the surviving raiders he pushed someone into the open space。 Jehane was still too consumed by