Raven's Shadow (Raven #1)(79)

"I like your family, Jes," Hennea said softly.

He smiled again. "I do too."

A week's travel from Korhadan, the first of the large cities that lay between them and Taela, they stopped to eat lunch a little distance from another, larger party that they'd been trailing for a few days.

"We could eat on the road, Mother," said Lehr to Seraph as she sat down beside him. "We could make another mile in the time it takes for Jes to finish eating."

She shook her head. "And lose more miles in a few days when Skew is too tired to go on. It's all right to push hard if your journey's end is in a day or two, but we have to strike a speed that we can hold on to for a month or more. How is that blister you had?"

"Fine."

"Traveler whore!"

Seraph was on her feet before the young man's bellow had finished; her eyes found Hennea standing by the side of the swift-running creek, her drinking cup loose in her hand while a chunk of wet mud slid from her cheek. Shock made her look young and vulnerable, but that wouldn't last.

Before Seraph could take more than a step or two, Jes, with Gura at his side, stood between Hennea and the small group of young men.

"Apologize," whispered Jes.

Seraph increased her speed.

The men backed away, most of them mumbling apologies. If they stared at the huge growling dog, or Jes, rather than looking at Hennea, it was understandable.

"Go," Jes said. "Leave us alone and we'll do the same."

"Hey, what goes on here! Are you vagabonds threatening my sons!"

"Jes, I'll deal with this," said Seraph in a low voice, moving until she was between Jes and the young men. When the older man, presumably their father, was close enough to hear her, she said, more calmly than she felt, "There were no problems until your sons made them."

The man strode past his sons and stopped not two paces from Seraph, clearly intending to intimidate her with his size. "My sons, Traveler?"

Anger was going to make her do something stupid, she knew it - and Jes would be no help at all. Where was Tier when a diplomatic word was needed? She could have left it to Hennea, but the younger woman had already been seen as weak: if she had to prove herself there would be blood shed here.

"One of your boys decided it was a good game to throw mud at a woman who was doing him no harm," said Seraph. She should have stopped there, but she couldn't abide bullies. "Obviously he was poorly raised; he has no manners."

"Poorly raised, Traveler bitch?" he snarled. "Who are you to say so?"

Jes, Seraph noticed gratefully, had taken her at her word and dampened the fear he generated. Fear fed anger, and might make the man do something more stupid than he otherwise would. Of course, she herself would have to control her tongue or risk pushing the man too far anyway. She knew, even before she spoke, what choice she had made, throwing away years of iron-willed control and prudence.

"Indeed." Seraph kept her tones polite, even though she knew that would inflame the man more than if she yelled. "It seems that they were not the only ones who were ill-taught." She paused for effect and then borrowed Jes's whispering technique. "Didn't your mother teach you that bad things happen to people who annoy Travelers?"

She didn't know if she wanted to scare him away, or force him to attack her. She'd assumed she'd long ago buried all this anger at the solsenti who hated and needed the Travelers. But all it took was a bit of mud to prove her wrong. The anger that flooded her felt good, even cleansing.

Whatever she'd wanted to gain by her threat, the people from his group who'd begun to gather around forced him to act rather than run. Perhaps if she had been a man he could have backed down and not lost face.

Perhaps if she didn't have a full bag of mermori to remind her how dangerous it was when solsenti began to lose their respect for Travelers she would have given him a graceful way out.

"Have a care, Seraph," said Hennea in Traveler.

The man took another step closer. He was a big man, but Seraph was used to looking up at people and a few inches more didn't make much difference to her. "Your man should have taught you respect for your betters, whore," he said on the tails of Hennea's words.

Seraph held her tongue. A raised eyebrow and a speaking look at him did the job nicely: You? My better? I don't think so.

He raised a hand. Gura sank a bit, ready to defend her and she could hear the sheath of Tier's sword rattle as Lehr readied himself to draw it. She still might have let him hit her but for Jes breathing heavily beside her.

With a word and a breath of power, she froze his arm in place.

When she smiled at the crowd of solsenti, several of them backed up hastily. She had the feeling that her victim would have backed up, too, but he couldn't move his arm from where it was stuck.

"What's going on here?" said an authoritative voice - and a young man pushed his way through the crowd.

Ash-pale hair in a waist-length braid announced his Traveler bloodlines as well as a written sign. Soon he had a wide circle around him.

"Look by the road, Mother," whispered Jes.

Seraph looked, and sure enough, there was an entire Traveling clan waiting on alert.

Silence had fallen, mostly because the solsenti group hadn't yet noticed the Travelers beside the road and didn't know what to make of a man whose arm hung unmoving in the air.