The man's relief was evident； but then a familiar hesitation appeared。 〃Doctor； forgive me。 We have no money to spare for a private consultation。〃
Jehane grimaced。 Probably not a convert then； sorely burdened by the taxes but refusing to surrender his worship of the sun…god； Jad。 Who was she； however； to question religious scruples？ Nearly a third of her own earnings went to the Kindath tax； and she would never have called herself religious。 Few doctors were。 Pride； on the other hand； was another matter。 The Kindath were the Wanderers； named for the two moons traversing the night sky among the stars； and as far as Jehane was concerned； they had not travelled so far； through so many centuries； only to surrender their long history here in Al…Rassan。 If a Jaddite felt the same about his god； she could understand。
〃We will deal with the matter of payment when the time es。 For the moment； the question is whether the child will need to be bled； and I cannot very well do that here in the marketplace。〃
She heard a ripple of laughter from someone standing by the booth。 She ignored that； made her voice more gentle。 Kindath physicians were known to be the most expensive in the peninsula。 As well we should be； Jehane thought。 We are the only ones who know anything。 It was wrong of her； though； to chide people for concerns about cost。 〃Never fear。〃 She smiled up at the leather worker。 〃I will not bleed both you and the boy。〃
More general laughter this time。 Her father had always said that half the task of doctors was to make the patient believe in them。 A certain kind of laughter helped； Jehane had found。 It conveyed a sense of confidence。 〃Be sure you know both the moons and the Higher Stars of his birth hour。 If I am going to draw blood I'll want to work out a time。〃
〃My wife will know；〃 the man whispered。 〃Thank you。 Thank you； doctor。〃
〃Tomorrow；〃 she said crisply。
Velaz reappeared from the back with the medicine； gave it to the man； and took away her flask to empty it into the pail beside the counter。 The leather worker paused beside him； nervously giving directions for the morrow。
〃Who's next？〃 Jehane asked； looking up again。
There were a great many of King Almalik's mercenaries in the market now。 The blond northern giants from far…off Karch or Waleska and； even more oppressively； Muwardi tribesmen ferried across the straits from the Majriti sands； their faces half…veiled； dark eyes unreadable； except when contempt showed clearly。
Almost certainly this was a deliberate public display by Cartada。 There were probably soldiers strolling all through town； under orders to be seen。 She belatedly remembered hearing that the prince had arrived two days ago with five hundred men。 Far too many soldiers for a ceremonial visit。 You could take a small city or launch a major raid across the tagra…the no…man's…land…with five hundred good men。
They needed soldiers here。 The current governor of Fezana was a puppet of Almalik's； supported by a standing army。 The mercenary troops were here ostensibly to guard against incursions from the Jaddite kingdoms； or brigands troubling the countryside。 In reality their presence was the only thing that kept the city from rising in revolt again。 And now； of course； with a new…built wing in the castle there would be more of them。
Fezana had been a free city from the fall of the Khalifate until seven years ago。 Freedom was a memory； anger a reality now； they had been taken in Cartada's second wave of expansion。 The siege had lasted half a year； then someone had opened the Salos Gate to the army outside one night as winter was ing； with its enforced end to the siege。 They never learned who the traitor was。 Jehane remembered hiding with her mother in the innermost room of their home in the Kindath Quarter； hearing screams and the shouts of battle and the crackle of fire。 Her father had been on the other side of the walls； hired by the Cartadans a year before to serve as physician to Almalik's army； such was a doctor's life。 Ironies again。
Human corpses； crawling with flies； had hung from the walls above this gate and the other five for weeks after the taking of the city； the smell hovering over fruit and vegetable stalls like a pestilence。
Fezana became part of the rapidly growing kingdom of Cartada。 So； already； had Lonza； and Aljais； even Silvenes itself； with the sad； plundered ruins of the Al…Fontina。 So； later； did Seria and Ardeno。 Now even proud Ragosa on the shores of Lake Serrana was under threat； as were Elvira and Tudesca to the south and southwest。 In the fragmented Al…Rassan of the petty…kings； Almalik of Cartada was named the Lion by the poets of his court。
Of all the conquered cities； it was Fezana that rebelled most violently： three times in seven years。 Each time Almalik's mercenaries had e back； the blond ones and the veiled ones； and each time flies and carrion birds had feasted on corpses spread…eagled on the city walls。
But there were other ironies； keener ones； of late。 The fierce Lion of Cartada was being forced to acknowledge the presence of beasts equally dangerous。 The Jaddites of the north might be fewer in number and torn amongst themselves； but they were not blind to opportunity。 For two years now Fezana had been paying tribute money to King Ramiro of Valledo。 Almalik had been unable to refuse； not if he wanted to avoid the risk of war with the strongest of the Jaddite kings while policing the cities of his fractious realm； dealing with the outlaw bands that roamed the southern hills； and with King Badir of Ragosa wealthy enough to hire his own mercenaries。
Ramiro of Valledo might rule a rough society of herdsmen and primitive villagers； but it was also a society organized for war； and the Horsemen of Jad were not to be trifled with。 Only the might of the khalifs of Al…Rassan； supreme in Silvenes for three hundred years； had sufficed to conquer most of the peninsula and confine the Jaddites to the north…and that confining had demanded raid after raid through the high plateaus of the no…man's…land； and not every raid had been successful。
If the three Jaddite kings ever stopped warring amongst each other； brother against uncle against brother； Jehane thought； Cartada's conquering Lion…along with all the lesser kings of Al…Rassan…might be muzzled and gelded soon enough。
Which would not necessarily be a good thing at all。
One more irony； bitterness in the taste of it。 It seemed she had to hope for the survival of the man she hated as no other。 All winds might bring rain for the Kindath； but here among the Asharites of Al…Rassan they had acceptance and a place。 After centuries of wandering the earth like their moons through heaven； that meant a great deal。 Taxed heavily； bound by restrictive laws； they could nonetheless live freely； seek their fortunes； worship as they wished； both the god and his sisters。 And some among the Kindath had risen high indeed among the courts of the petty…kings。
No Kindath were high in the counsels of the Children of Jad in this peninsula。 Hardly any of them were left in the north。 History…and they had a long history…had taught the Kindath that they might be tolerated and even weled among the Jaddites when times were prosperous and peaceful； but when the skies darkened； when the rain winds came； the Kindath became Wanderers again。 They were exiled； or forcibly converted； or they died in the lands where the sun…god held sway。
Tribute…the parias…was collected by a party of northern horsemen twice a year。 Fezana was expensively engaged in paying the price of being too near to the tagra lands。
The poets were calling the three hundred years of the Khalifate a Golden Age now。 Jehane had heard the songs and the spoken verses。 In those vanished days； however people might have chafed at the absolute power or the extravagant splendor of the court at Silvenes； with the wadjis in their temples bemoaning decadence and sacrilege； in the raiding season the ancient roads to the north had witnessed the passage of the massed armies of Al…Rassan； and then their return with plunder and slaves。
No unified army went north into the no…man's…land now； and if the steppes of th