d took all the parias gold back to Arbastro。〃
Idar blinked again； struggling。 He folded his arms across his chest and tried to look shrewd。 His father； after a moment； laughed aloud。
〃Magnificent！〃 he said。 〃And whose is the credit for this part of the scheme？〃
The two men before him glanced again at each other。 〃This part；〃 said ibn Khairan a little ruefully； 〃is indeed； I am sorry to have to say； the thought…child of Mazur ben Avren。 I do wish I had thought of it。 I'm sure that I would have； given time。〃
The Valledan captain laughed。
〃I have no doubt；〃 Tarif ibn Hassan said dryly。 Idar watched his father working through all of this。 〃So that is why you killed them all？〃
〃Why we had to；〃 Rodrigo Belmonte agreed； amusement gone as swiftly as it had e。 〃Once they saw my pany； if any of di Carrera's party made it home the story would never hold。 They would know we had the gold back in Ragosa。〃
〃Alas； I must beg your forgiveness again；〃 Tarif murmured。 〃We were to do your killing for you and we failed miserably。 What；〃 he asked quietly； 〃would you have done if we had taken them for ransom？〃
〃Killed them；〃 said Ammar ibn Khairan。 〃Are you shocked； ibn Hassan？ Do you fight by courtly rules of war like the paladins of the old tales？ Was Arbastro built with treasure won in bloodless adventures？〃 There was an edge to his tone； for the first time。
He didn't like doing this； Idar thought。 He may pretend otherwise； but he didn't like it。
His father seemed satisfied by something。 His own manner changed。 〃I have been an outlaw most of my life； with a price on my head。 You know the answer to your own questions。〃 He smiled thinly； his wolf's expression。 〃I have no objection to taking gold home and receiving the acclaim for a successful raid。 On the other hand； once I am back in Arbastro； it might please me to embarrass you by letting the truth be known。〃
Ammar ibn Khairan smiled； the edge still there。 〃It has pleased a number of people over the years to embarrass me； one way or another。〃 He shook his head sorrowfully。 〃I had hoped that a loving father's concern for his sons in Ragosa might take precedence over the pleasure of distressing us。〃
Idar stepped quickly forward； but his father； without glancing at him； extended a hand and held him back。 〃You would stand before a man whose youngest child is dying as we speak and propose to take away his other son？〃
〃He is far from dying。 What sort of medical care are you accustomed to？〃
Idar wheeled around。 Beside Abir now； on her knees； was a woman。 They had said their doctor was a woman。 A servant was with her； and she had a cloth full of implements already opened。 Idar hadn't even seen her walk around them to Abir； so intense was his focus on the two men。 She was unexpectedly young； pretty for a Kindath； her manner was crisp and precise； though； almost curt。
She said； looking at his father； 〃I ought to be able to save his life； though I am afraid it is going to cost him the leg。 It will need to be taken off above the wound； the sooner the better。 I need the place and time of his birth； to see if it is proper to do surgery now。 Do you know these things？〃
〃I do；〃 Idar heard himself saying。 His father was staring at the woman。
〃Good。 Give them to my assistant； please。 I will offer your brother the best care I can here； and I will be pleased to look after him when he returns with us to Ragosa。 With luck and diligence he ought to be able to move about with sticks before spring。〃 Her eyes were extremely blue； and quite level as her gaze rested on Idar's father。 〃I am also confident that having his brother as a panion will speed his recovery。〃
Idar watched his father's face。 The old warrior's expression moved from relief to fury to a gradual awareness that he had no resources here。 Nothing to do in the presence of these people but accede。 It was not a role he had ever played happily in his life。
He managed another thin； wolf's smile。 Turned from the Kindath doctor back to the two men。 〃Do help an old man's faltering grasp of things；〃 he said。 〃Was this elaborate scheme truly worth a single season's delay？ You must know that King Bermudo will send again to Fibaz in the spring； demanding parias； almost certainly a doubled sum。〃
〃Of course he will；〃 said ibn Khairan。 〃But this happens to be an important season and this gold can be put to better use than arming Jalona for the ing year。〃 The pearl in his right ear gleamed。 He said； 〃When next he es Fibaz might refuse him tribute。〃
〃Ah！〃 said Idar's father then。 He pulled a bloody hand slowly through his beard； smearing it even further。 〃I am illuminated！ The spirit of Ashar allows me sight at last。〃 He bowed mockingly to both men。 〃I am humbled to be even a small part of so great an undertaking。 Of course it is an important season。 Of course you need the gold。 You are going after Cartada in the spring。〃
〃Good for you！〃 said Ammar ibn Khairan； encouragement in his voice and the blue eyes。 He smiled。 〃Wouldn't you like to e with us？〃
A short time later； back in the sunlight of the valley； Jehane bet Ishak prepared to saw off the right leg of Abir ibn Tarif； assisted by Velaz and the strong hands of Martin and Ludus； and with the aid of a massive dose； administered by saturated sponge； of her father's strongest soporific。
She had performed amputations before； but never on open ground like this。 She didn't tell them that； of course。 Ser Rezzoni again： 〃Let them always believe you do nothing but this procedure； day after day。〃
The wounded man's brother hovered impotently nearby； begging to be of assistance。 She was struggling to find polite words to send him away when Alvar de Pellino materialized beside the man with an open flask。
〃Will I offend you if I offer wine？〃 he asked the white…faced bandit。 The look of grateful need was answer enough。 Alvar led the man to the far side of their temporary camp。 The father； ibn Hassan； was conversing there with Rodrigo and Ammar。 He betrayed his distraction by glancing in their direction with regularity。 Jehane noted that； then put all such matters from her mind。
Amputations in the field did not have a high success rate。 On the other hand； most military doctors had no real idea what they were doing。 Rodrigo had known that very well。 It was why she was here。 It was also why she was nervous。 She could have asked the moon sisters and the god for an easier first procedure with this pany。 For almost anything else； in truth。
She let none of this show in her face。 She checked her implements again。 They were clean； laid out by Velaz on a white cloth on the green grass。 She had consulted her almanac and cast the moons： those of the patient's birth hour were in acceptable harmony with today's。 She would only have delayed if faced with the worst possible reading。
There was wine to pour into the wound and the cauterizing iron waited in the fire； red…hot already。 The patient was dazed with the drugs Velaz had given him。 Not surprisingly： the sponge had been steeped in crushed poppies； mandragora and hemlock。 She took his arm and pinched it； as hard as she could。 He didn't move。 She looked into his eyes and was satisfied。 Two strong men； used to battlefield surgery； were holding him down。 Velaz…from whom she had no secrets…offered her a reassuring glance； and her heavy saw。
No reason； really； to delay。
〃Hold him；〃 she said； and began to grind through flesh and bone。
Eleven
〃Where's Papa now？〃
Fernan Belmonte； who had asked the question； was lying in clean straw in the loft above the barn。 Most of him was buried for warmth； only the face and brown； tousled hair showing。
Ibero the cleric； who had reluctantly acceded to the twins' morning lessons taking place up here today…it was warmer in the barn above the cows； he'd had to concede…opened his mouth quickly to object； but then shut it and looked with apprehension towards where the other boy lay。
Diego was pletely invisible under the straw。 They could see it shift with the rise and fall of his breathing； but that was all。
〃Why does it matter？〃 His voice； when it came； seemed disembodied。 A message from the s