Thendara House (43 page)

Magda would have spoken to her, but her message was too imperative; she went along the line, looking for a tall fair-haired man. But the smoke was thicker here, rising from the other slope, so she could hardly see; she asked a man hastily “Where is
Dom
Ann’dra? A message from Lord Damon - “

The man coughed and pointed through a thick haze of smoke, and Magda plunged into it; behind her someone shouted but she could not distinguish the words. Now she saw, indistinctly, a tall man in a board-brimmed hat, fair-skinned and well over six feet tall.

“
Dom
Ann’dra?” she called, and the man turned. “I gave orders no one should follow here - “

“A message from Lord Damon,” she said quickly, coming up to him, coughed for a moment, then quickly repeated her message. Her eyes were streaming with the smoke. The tall man, Ann’dra, swore angrily.

“He’s right, of course, but I’d hoped we could save the pastures up here; horses will go hungry this summer! All right, go down as fast as you can, and tell him I’ll have everyone down there in half an hour, got that?”

Magda nodded, coughing too hard to speak; his face, blackened with smoke, took on a look of concern.

“You should get out of the smoke as fast as you can, lad. Come this way - ” he motioned her along, back toward the workers, taking the hat from his head and waving it in great sweeps.

“Pull back, men, pull back. Lord Damon needs us below - Raimon, Edric, all of you, grab the tools and get down - ” he shouted, abruptly his voice took on a new sound of warning.

“Hi! Look out there, drop everything and
run
- breakthrough over there!” Magda stared in horror as a wall of flame leaped from nowhere and came roaring up the little gully she had crossed on her way up here. The thick, choking smoke was suddenly sweeping all around her, and when she started to run she was overwhelmed by coughing, stumbled and fell. Then she was picked up in strong arms and carried to clearer air;
Dom
Ann’dra set her down after a minute and stared at her.

“God almighty,” he said but he had spoken in Terran! While Magda stared at him he shook his head and said in the mountain tongue, “Sorry - I mean, we’ve got to make a run for it; have you something you can tie over your face?” Magda ripped at her undertunic; it was no time to think about modesty! The smoke was so thick no one could see anyhow.

“Good,” he said tersely, and took her hand. “Don’t be scared, I won’t let go of you, but you’ve got to trust me; you might get a bit scorched, but better that than roasted for the devil’s supper! Hang on, now!” Holding hands, they ran directly toward what looked like the center of the fire. Magda felt a blast of heat, smelled her hair singing and searing pain in the soles of her feet; she heard herself screaming, but she ran on, her hand held tight in the big man’s grip. Then they were through the flame and out of the smoke, coughing and choking and gasping. Her eyes were streaming; suddenly the world went dark and she slid to the ground.

“Ferrika!” she heard
Dom
Ann’dra bellowing, “Is the healer-woman in the lines? Well, get
somebody
up here, and make it fast! We’ve got to get this youngster down fast, he risked his life to get through - ” and Magda felt herself lifted up; he scooped her up, arms beneath shoulders and knees, as if she had been a child. Then he drew a quick breath, staring down at her in consternation and said in a whisper, “Good God, it’s a girl!”

She said in a shaky whisper “Don’t - I am all right - put me down - “

He shook his head. Only then did she realize that he was still speaking Terran. “Put you down,
hell
, your boots are burned half off your feet. And who are you?”

“I am a Free Amazon from Thendara - “

“Yeah,” he said in an undertone, staring skeptically, “that’s what you say. Now who in the hell
are
you? Intelligence?” His eyes flared at her like steel filings in flame, out of the blackened, grimed mess that was his face. “Whoever you are, you’ve got guts enough for three, girl. Those boots aren’t going to be good for much.”

Ferrika, the Renunciate Magda had seen briefly in camp, came hurrying toward him; at her side was Camilla.

“
Vai dom
, the Amazon from Thendara says the messenger is one of hers and she will take her to her sisters - ” She stopped and cried out with compassion as she saw Magda’s burnt boots, the raw blistering of her flesh that showed through. “Sister, let me take you where we can care for those feet - “

Ann’dra nodded. “Look after her; I’ve got to get these men down to Lord Damon, and you people get off the ridge as fast as you can. I need to find out what Damon needs, and do it right away!”

Ferrika and Camilla made a chair of their arms to carry Magda. Now she could feel terrible pain in the soles of her feet, but she followed
Dom
Ann’dra with her eyes.

Intelligence, huh
? And he had spoken Terran, too. Yet Damon seemed to know and accept him as one of them. What was going on here? She was coughing and choking, her eyes were streaming and her chest hurt; she realized that Ferrika and Camilla had set her down on a blanket. Rafaella appeared from somewhere with a stoneware mug of cold water, holding it to Magda’s mouth. Camilla said, “I saw the fire sweep around you, Margali, and I thought you had been killed…”

Rafaella’s voice was tart. “I notice she managed to fall where there was a handsome man to carry her to safety.”

“Let her alone, Rafi, can’t you see she’s hurt?” Camilla snapped, “Should she have stayed there to burn? I am not sure I would have had the courage to run through the fire like that, even if the Hastur Lord himself, let alone
Dom
Ann’dra, held my hand!”

“Who is
Dom
Ann’dra?” Magda asked, coughing.

“Brother-in-law to the Regent; he married the Lady Ellemir’s twin sister,” Ferrika said, and glanced up at the burning ridge, scowling. “What are the
leroni
about, up there? I heard - ” and she broke off abruptly. “Sister, let us dress those feet of yours. And you, Camilla,” she added sharply, “no more work on the lines for you. There is
livani
tea in the kettle, it is good against the smoke; get yourself a cup quickly, and bring some here for your sister - ” She looked into Magda’s eyes, puzzled. “I do not know your name,” she said, “but surely I have seen you before - “

“You helped me with our blankets this morning,” Magda began, but Ferrika shook her head.

“No, before that,” she said, and abruptly Magda knew where she had seen the snubbed nose, the freckled, round face and green eyes, before this. The night of her first Training Session, when her mind had drifted to the Sisterhood… and she knew that Ferrika recognized her, too, and was staring at her in puzzlement. She said something in a strange language, but Magda only shook her head, not understanding. Ferrika looked more perplexed than before, but she only said, “Drink this, it will clear your throat.”

Magda sipped at the hot, sour drink; she made a wry face at the taste, but it did soothe her smoke-rasped throat and somehow it made her nose stop streaming. Camilla, too, was sipping the stuff; she wiped her smoke-blackened forehead with her torn sleeve.

“Let me see those feet. Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Camilla knelt anxiously beside them. Magda’s forehead was singed a little, her eyebrows burnt and some of her hair singed, but the burn was not serious. Camilla held her hand while Ferrika gently cut away the ruined boots, scowling.

“These soft-leather things - you can see why they are not suitable for work on the lines!” Ferrika scolded. They had burnt through quickly, and the last remnants had to be picked away from the burned flesh with tweezers; Magda flinched, but did not cry out.

“A bad burn,” Ferrika said, “You will do no walking for a day or two. It may be deeper than it looks.” But to Magda’s surprise, she did not touch the burn, only held her hand over the flesh, two or three inches away, first one foot, then the other. When she sighed and straightened, she looked relieved. Magda thought of Lady Rohana, concentrated and serious but not touching Jaelle’s dreadful wound.
Laran
!

“Not as bad as I thought,” Ferrika said, “but not superficial either; skin, but no serious burning into the muscle. With proper boots you would not have been hurt at all. I must bandage them, and she must be carried; she must not walk on those feet at all.”

Tears were streaming down Magda’s face. She thought it must be the aftermath of the smoke. “I came to help and I am a burden - “

“You are honorably wounded,” Camilla said gruffly. “We will care for you.”

Ferrika was rummaging in her case of medicines. It looked very like the one Marisela carried. “Bathe her face with this lotion, Camilla, while I dress her feet. But she must not walk on the bandages, either, and we must find her a pair of boots from some old man in the campsite, who can go barefoot without trouble.”

“I had forgotten,” Magda said with a sharp catch’of breath, “I had a message for the Lord Damon - “

“Give it to one of the women, then,” said Ferrika, “for you are not going anywhere on those feet.”

Magda repeated the message to Rafaella, who nodded and hurried away. She lay back, closing her eyes and trying to ignore the pain as Ferrika smeared her feet with some sharp-smelling herb salve, and wound them in thick loose bandages. Camilla gently sponged her face with the cooling lotion.

“Poor child, when I saw the smoke close round you I was sure you were dead - I thought I had lost you, Margali - ” she repeated hoarsely, holding Magda close against her. Magda realized, shocked, that the older woman was almost crying. Camilla rarely showed emotion. But Ferrika straightened up and said, “I must get back to the lines; others need my skill,” and Camilla rose.

“I too must get back to the lines - “

“You stay here,” Ferrika commanded, and Camilla looked angrily at her.

“What do you think me?”

“I think you too old for this work; you should never have come out,” said Ferrika. “You will be more use in the camp among the women.”

“I would rather work among the cows!” Camilla said scornfully, and went before Ferrika could say anything more. Ferrika sighed, looking after the elderly
emmasca
as she strode away.

“I should have known better, always Camilla must be stronger than anyone, man or woman! Stay here and rest, Margali,” she commanded, and went. Magda lay back on the blanket; her feet hurt less than they had, but the pain was still enough to make her tremble. After a time it subsided to a dull ache; she lay on the blankets, alone except for a woman who was tending the fires at the back, and an old man who lay on one of the blankets, covered up warmly and breathing raucously; when the woman came to look at her Magda cringed, remembering the scorn and contempt one of the women had shown, but the strange woman only said, “You must call out to me if you need anything; more tea?” Magda felt fiercely thirsty and sipped another cup of the hot sour herb drink.

“I heard that someone had been burned, but I thought it was one of the messenger boys,” she said. She moved her head indicating the old man on the blanket. “Gaffer Kanzel was overcome by the smoke this morning, but he’ll do well enough with rest; what’s his son thinking of, to let the old man come? I must go and tend to the supper - you’re one of the Renunciates from Thendara, no?”

Magda nodded and the woman said, “I have a sister in Neskaya Guild House; I’ll trade work, one of your sisters is at the next fire, so she can come and be close to you.” She went off and after a minute Keitha came up to her.

“I heard someone had been burned, but I did not know it was you,” Keitha said, bending over her. “That was a nice woman who sent me here; she says she has a sister who is one of us. And I heard there are Renunciates among the healer-women who are helping here, too -

“One of them bandaged my feet.”

“I have a fire to tend, and stew to keep from burning,” Keitha said, “but I will come and bring you drinks - she said you must drink as much as you possibly can. Do your feet pain you much, Margali?”

“I’ll live,” Magda said, “but they hurt, yes. But go and do your work, don’t worry about me.”