Raven's Shadow (Raven #1)(80)

"Well," he said again, "What goes on here?"

"I am Seraph," she said. "Raven of the Clan of Isolda the Silent. This one's half-grown sons offered insult to my young friend. We were discussing the issue."

The stranger tilted his head at the man's arm. "Interesting discussion?"

"No," said Seraph. "I was almost finished. If you'll excuse me a moment." She turned to the man. "I have no more patience with you. I curse you and your sons that if you ever hit a woman or child, you'll lose the use of that which men value most. Now go."

She released his arm and met the eyes of the few solsenti inclined to linger.

The stranger waited until they were gone before he started laughing. "I'm no Raven, but even so I could tell there was no magic to power that curse."

She smiled. "It doesn't need magic, does it?" If any of them ever hit a woman or child they'd remember her words and worry about it. Worry could achieve the effect she wanted more easily than magic.

"Who are you?" asked Jes, breaking into the shared moment.

"Ah, my apologies, sir. I am Benroln, Cormorant and Leader of the Clan of Rongier the Librarian." He bowed shallowly. "If we may join you in your eating we might exchange stories."

"Come and be welcome," agreed Seraph.

There was a fair bit of confusion as the Clan of Rongier organized a meal stop and the solsenti group packed hastily and left, most eating the remains of their meals in one hand while they started out.

The fear on their faces didn't bother Seraph nearly as much as the catcalls that came from the Librarian's clan. Her father would never have stood for such a thing, but Benroln was young, and perhaps he felt much the same as the young people who teased the solsenti. Still there were older heads about, and Seraph thought that someone should have said something.

A glance at the clan's wagons and clothing told her that having a young leader hadn't hurt the clan materially, even if their manners had suffered. Their clothing was without holes or mending and their wagons were all freshly painted.

Seraph's small family stayed close to her as the strange clansmen laid out food and attended to the chores of meal preparation. Doubtless the boys were intimidated by the foreign tongue and sheer volume of noise so many people set to a single task could make. Seraph finished the last of her meal as Benroln approached her with three other men.

"Seraph, this is my uncle, Isfain," he said, indicating the eldest of the men. "My cousin, Calahar" was a young man with unusual raven-black hair. "Kors" had reached middle age and middle height with slightly stooped shoulders.

"This," continued Benroln, "is Seraph, Raven of Isolda the Silent, and her family. This young man here is Eagle."

The older man Benroln had introduced as Isfain smiled. "Well blessed in the Order your family is. Will you introduce them?"

There was nothing in the words they spoke to raise Seraph's suspicions, but there was just a little extra stress in Benroln's voice when he named the Orders. That stress had been answered with a thread of smugness in Isfain's voice.

Seraph bowed her head. "This is my son, Jes, Eagle. My son Lehr, and my friend Hennea." No one had ever accused Seraph of being a trusting soul. She couldn't hide the Orders Benroln had noted, but there was no need to share information unnecessarily. Time enough to clear the matter up if necessary once Seraph knew more about the Clan of Rongier.

"May I inquire how it is that there are so few of you?" asked Kors diffidently. "I had heard that the Clan of Isolda the Silent fell to the sickness years ago."

Seraph nodded graciously. "Only my brother and I survived. When my brother died we were left without kin." Two decades of living with solsenti had not lowered her awareness of the disgrace of what she had done - so she lifted her chin, daring any of them to comment. "I married a solsenti man and we lived with him and his family until he died this spring. His relatives turned us out - but they did not know that he had investments in Taela. We are headed there to recover his monies."

The men considered what she told them. For a Traveler to marry or even lie with solsenti was expressly forbidden. It happened, but a very strict clan leader could punish the offender with banishment or death.

Only Kors looked taken aback, and Benroln tapped him on the shoulder before he could say anything.

Isfain merely said, in tones of apparent delight, "Ah, we take the same road. Our clan has business that lies along the road to Taela, and we have friends in the city who are willing to aid us. We'd be more than pleased to lend you escort until our roads part."

There was no way out of Isfain's generous offer without offense, so Seraph nodded. "Your escort would be most welcome."

Calahar glanced over at Skew and then moved toward him. "Nice horse," he said.

"My husband's warhorse," replied Seraph. "Careful. He's old now. But he was trained not to let strangers approach too closely."

"I've only seen a few horses with his coloration," he said. "Your husband get him as a war prize?"

"Yes."

"Too bad he's a gelding."

"Yes," replied Seraph. "But he serves us well as it is. Lehr, would you check to make sure we've gotten everything packed?"