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She said, “Kindra used to tell me, nothing is inevitable but death and next winter’s snow. There must be another answer even for this.”

“Ah, Jaelle,” said Rohana, gently, leaning forward to stroke the younger woman’s soft hair, “Life is not as simple as that. I do not demand any choice from you now. I did not ask you here to bully you. Go away and think about it, darling. Ask Peter what he thinks - she is his daughter too, and whatever the Renunciates may think about it, he has some rights over his child. You need not decide now. Even when the child is born, I only ask that you should not close too many doors too soon. Leave her a choice, too. Your mother risked, and lost her life, so that you might have a choice, so that you would not grow up in chains. That, I suppose, made me soft with you, so that I did not insist on bringing you up strictly by the laws of a Comyn daughter; Melora was given no choice, I was given no choice…”

Jaelle looked sharply at Rohana, but then realized that Rohana had not spoken of herself, she had said aloud only,
Melora was given no choice
. She repeated it now, “Melora was given no choice, and she had died to give you choice, so I would not force anything upon you. You have had many years of freedom; is it not time, now, to do something for someone besides yourself?”

Maybe she is right, maybe she is right… maybe I owe something to those who came before me, those who will come after me… Rafaella tried to choose for Doria, and it is not working, Doria has had to be sent away…

She bowed her head and said “I will think about it. But surely you did not travel this long road from Ardais only to argue with me about the destiny of my daughter…”

Rohana seized on this so eagerly that Jaelle knew Rohana, too, must have been troubled by their quarrel. “Not only for that, of course,” she said, “but to bury Gabriel, and to hear Kyril installed as Warden for the Domain… There will be a special session of Council called; the Hasturs are already traveling here from Carcosa, and Prince Aran with his wife and daughter. Word has been sent through the Domains - but I do not suppose all this is of the slightest interest to you, child. Go and rest; you will need your sleep. I will ask them to send you some supper, something light, and you can rest well and in the morning go home, or stay here and talk with me again, just as you choose. I will send you more precise details about when the Council is to meet, and you really should try to be present for your daughter, and to meet the other members of the Domain - you do know, child, that you have family members other than myself and Kyril, you should know them!”

“I am no more eager to know them than they have been to know me all these long years since Mother died,” Jaelle said, but she said it gently; she realized she was just as unwilling to hurt Rohana’s feelings as ever.

The guest suite where she had been taken was quiet and empty, and Jaelle ate some of the soup and roast bird which Rohana had sent to her. She supposed that Peter was dining with the Terran group in the faraway guest suite where they had been sent, and almost wished she were with them. But she was not sufficiently familiar with Comyn Castle to try and find her way there. She drowsed on a soft chair, hardly aware of how comforting it felt to be among familiar things. No, not familiar, she had never known luxurious surroundings like this, since she was old enough to remember she had known only the tidy, comfortable, but completely non-luxurious surroundings of the Guild House. Luxuries like these might have been hers all the time if she had chosen to remain with Comyn rather than honoring her Renunciate oath, and why was she thinking of that now? After a time she fell asleep, to be wakened by Peter coming in very late.

“I’m sorry I woke you, love,” he said. “I would have come back sooner, I wouldn’t have wanted to leave you alone here, but I knew you were with Lady Rohana and she’d look after you. I felt obligated to take care of them.”

“Of course you had to,” she said warmly. It was one of the things she loved about him, his sense of duty.
Did that mean she had none of her own
? She shied away from this question.

“Have you had dinner? Rohana sent me in all kinds of lovely food, and I could hardly eat any of it,” she said, “There’s all kinds of cakes and cold fowl and wine there on the side table -

“I ate something with the others,” he said. “They don’t appreciate good food, except Monty. Sandro Li - what is it you call him, Aleki? - wouldn’t touch any of it, he said he didn’t trust natural foods, they weren’t as safe and couldn’t be as nourishing as the kind scientifically computed for vitamin and mineral content. Makes me want to be out in the field again.” He took up a leg of fowl in one hand and a slice of some kind of nut pastry in the other and came toward her, gnawing hungrily on the bone. “I come to stay in a place like this, I realize how - how alien the Terran Zone really is. Poor girl, you’ve been at your wits’ end there, haven’t you? Maybe in a few weeks when this Carr business is all settled we can get away for a few weeks, make a trip into the back country, the mountains - Daleruth maybe, I have always loved the seacoast and you haven’t been there at all, have you? Leave everything behind us and just make the trip down through the mountains by road - just the two of us, get back to each other again. Hey, hey - ” he came and bent over her, dropping the roast meat in a clumsy haste to take her in his arms, “You’re crying, Jaelle - I’ve been a beast, haven’t I, getting all tied up in worrying about business and promotion and all that nonsense and never remembering what’s really important! It takes something like this to remind me that there are other things in life. I’m sorry I was so nasty to you earlier. It would serve me right if you hated me after all that, but I don’t know what I would do without you, Jaelle, I love you so much… I need you - “

She buried her face into his neck, sobbing. Why had they grown so far apart? And he did not even know any of this, did not know about Dom Gabriel’s death, or the demands Rohana had made, or their child -

“Listen, Peter,” she said earnestly, reaching up to pull his face against hers, “you do know that Rohana is my kinswoman, and she had so many things to tell me, so much I cannot decide it all alone.” In a rush, she told him everything, but as she had hoped, he paid little heed to what Rohana had said about her child being Heir to the Aillard Domain.

“The important thing,” he said, holding her close, “the one that’s important, that’s our baby, Jaelle. We’ve had a lot of trouble, but now it’s all going to be worthwhile, now we have someone other than ourselves to think about.” He kissed her so tenderly she wondered why she had ever doubted him.

“That comes first, Jaelle. Just you, and me - and the baby.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Magda was beginning to feel restless, almost claustrophobic; the women were friendlier, even Rafaella, but she was so tired of being indoors; sometimes she would step into the garden just to breathe the air of freedom. Even, she thought wryly, if the air of freedom smells a little too much of the stables!

She was still wearing castoffs from the box of outworn clothing, but tradition demanded that she must make herself a full set of clothing before the end of her housebound half year. She understood, after a fashion, why this was so - women of the upper classes, coming to the Renunciates, were accustomed to wearing clothing made only by the labor of servants and others, and it was necessary that they should know the cost of their labor. Keitha, on the other hand, enjoyed a chance to sit and sew and was now covering the neck and sleeves of her new undertunic, with daintily embroidered butterflies. Magda envied the ease with which she did it.

“Oh, this is restful for me,” Keitha said. “At any moment Marisela may summon me out to attend a confinement, so I will rest and embroider while I can - “

“It is not restful for me,” Magda said, biting her lip as she stabbed her finger again with the needle. “I would rather muck out barns than sew a single seam!”

“That is obvious from your work,” said Keitha, examining the stitches with a critical eye. “What was your mother thinking of!”

“She was a musician,” Magda said, “and I do not think she could sew any better than I can; she was always busy with her lute, or with her translations.” Elizabeth Lorne had played nine instruments, and had collected over three hundred mountain folk-songs of Darkover. Magda, who had little musical talent, had not been close to her mother, though in these last months she had been more and more aware of how like her mother she was, absorbed in her work, craving something to do for herself. She wondered, now when it was too late to know, what her mother’s marriage had really been like. She had surely not let herself be consumed in David Lorne’s career among the Terrans but had always done her own work…

‘’ My mother said I must never ask a servant to do anything for me that I could not do for myself,” Keitha said. “Otherwise a lady is slave to her own servants. Now I am grateful for it, though I do not like to work with horses. But Marisela says I must learn to attend to my own horses and saddle and tack, because a midwife is required to go by law to any woman within a day’s journey who has need of her, and farther if she can. And Marisela says I may not always have serving men or women to look after my animals for me.”

Magda smiled a little;
Marisela says
had become the most important words in Keitha’s vocabulary. Magda had begun to suspect that one of the main points of Amazon training was to regress women to their adolescence, so that they could grow up again in a way that would not make them subservient to fathers, brothers, the men who ruled most Darkovan households. If it took them back to the stage of having crushes on other women, well, that was not a crime either, though it was surprising to see it in Keitha, who had been brought up as a
cristoforo
and had made some unkind remarks about lovers of women in the Guild House.

She pricked her finger again with the needle, swore as she tried to tie off a short end of thread. Camilla was not the only woman who had made such an offer to Magda, but she had always smiled and refused in such a way, she hoped, as not to give offense. It had been harder to refuse Camilla, who had been her friend when she so desperately needed friends.

But I am not a lesbian, I have no interest in other women
… and that brought her mind back to that unsettling episode with Jaelle. Well, that had been a dream, a shared nightmare, it had no real significance. But as she struggled with her thread, trying to poke the end through the eye of the needle, she remembered the night it had been brought up in training session…

… Cloris and Janetta had claimed that any Renunciate who had love affairs with men was a traitor to her Renunciate Oath. “It is men who oppress us and try to enslave us, like Keitha’s husband who beat her and tried to bring her back by hired mercenary soldiers… how can a free woman love men who live like that and would drag us back to them?”

“But all men are not like that,” Rafaella had insisted, “The fathers of my sons are not like that, they are content to leave me free. They might like it better if I would dwell with them and keep their house, but they allow my right to do as I will.”

And Keitha had cried out, at white heat, “We leave our husbands and come here for refuge, thinking ourselves safe from pursuit, and then we find we are not safe from our sisters either! Here in this house, no later than yesterday, one of my sisters made - made an unlawful request of me - “

Mother Millea said in her gentle, neutral voice, “I suppose you mean by that, Keitha, that someone asked you to go to bed with her. Who styled that request unlawful? Or did she not leave you free to refuse if you would?”

“I call it unlawful,” Keitha cried, and Rezi said, laughing, “You called it something worse than that, didn’t you? I confess that I am the vicious criminal involved, and she fled from me as if she thought I would rape her then and there, without even the courtesy to look me in the face and tell me, no thank you!”

Keitha was red as fire, tears dripping down her face. “I would not have named you,” she said angrily, “but you boast of it?”

“I will not let you make me ashamed of it,” Rezi said. “Among men, if two young boys swear to be friends all their lives and allow no woman to come between them, even if they marry and have children later, none denies their right to place their friendship first among all things!
Donas amizu
!” she said scornfully. “All the writers of songs have nothing but honor for a man who places his
bredu
higher than wife and children, but if two women so pledge one another, it is taken for granted that when the girl grows to womanhood, her oath means only…
I will be loyal to you until my duty to my husband and my children comes first
! My love and loyalty are all to my sisters, and I will not waste love on a man, who can never return it!”

Magda thought, confused,
but all men are not like that, Rafaella is right
, and lost track of what was being said. Now she thought,
I wonder if Keitha is intellectually honest enough to recognize what is happening between her and Marisela, or if Marisela will ever make her aware of it
?