"And now," said the Crab, "you will put on the collar and chains."

"Sugar," Mother called.

But Sugar was rooted to the spot.

Da found his voice. "You think we are soul-eaters? You think we would spend our child's soul like this?"

"What I know," said the district lord, "is that someone buried these two. And when the recent floods came, the waters opened the grave, tasted its contents, and spat them out."

"My Cotton was stolen," said Mother.

"Yes, yes," said the Crab. "Snatched by one of the woodikin and taken to the swamps or into the wild wood over the mountains. It's a fine story, but here he is."

It was common enough for the Divines of the many glorydoms to draw the Fire that fueled the days of a man's life. But not the soul. Never the soul. Sleth, on the other hand, stole Fire and and soul from men and beasts. The singular nature of the soul was what gave each type of living being its distinct attributes. Consuming bits of another's soul transferred random aspects of that soul, aspects that manifested themselves in mind and body, slowly twisting the one that had consumed it. soul from men and beasts. The singular nature of the soul was what gave each type of living being its distinct attributes. Consuming bits of another's soul transferred random aspects of that soul, aspects that manifested themselves in mind and body, slowly twisting the one that had consumed it.

Sleth stole from humans, but because animals couldn't tell their secrets, Sleth stole most often from them. So if one had stolen Fire from his goat, then he would also have traces of that goat soul in the draw, and over time that soul would manifest itself. Such a thief might develop the nubs of horns on his head or a slit iris in his eyes. If one had stolen from fish, he might one day find patches of scales instead of skin. Someone who stole from his cattle might be inflamed with lust by a heifer in estrus. Someone who had stolen from a bird ...

But this was all wrong. How could a babe steal soul?

"You cannot controvert the manifestations of Sleth-work upon both bodies," said the Crab. "Nor can you claim the child is not yours. The other Koramite children who died last season have all been dug up and accounted for. And no other has gone missing."

The bowmen trained their arrows on Da's heart. Some pointed their arrows at her and Mother.

Barg spoke up. "You haven't been sick in many years. And the tale your wife tells is suspect. Your dogs were in the yard the day your child went missing. This she swears. Yet she also said they did not bark." He motioned at Midnight and Sky. "We all heard today how they react to strangers. There could have been some charm put upon them. But it could also be the one snag in an otherwise well-spun lie."

"Purity does not lie," said Da.

"Then you have nothing to fear from the ordeal," said the Crab.

"My Lord," said Da. "I respect your office. But you are no Divine. An ordeal-"

"Master Sparrow," said the Crab. "Would you rather I let a mob deal with the problem? This is what prudence demands. Now, pick up the collar."

"There's not one of you that can revive us if the ordeal turns fatal. Let us wait for a Divine."

"That is not an option."

Of course, it was. But they thought Da was Sleth, and everyone knew you did not bargain with Sleth. You never gave them any quarter. Sleth were both fearsome and wily and too quick to escape their bonds.

"You live with me all these years and suddenly conclude I'm one who could devour his own children?" Da pointed at Barg. "Who was it last autumn, after those bloody battles on the Fingers, that cast aside prudence and rowed back at night to an island crawling with Bone Faces to save three doomed friends?" It had been Da who had rowed back. Da who had saved, among others, Barg the butcher.

Sugar looked into the faces of the soldiers. There were a number she recognized. Some had laughed with Da in the yard. Others had eaten at their table. Many of the villagers of Plum had drunk ale and been entertained by Legs singing his ditties. All had accepted the water he drew and delivered to the villagers as they worked the fields, him leading his goat and cart, feeling the road as he went with his stick. But those smiling faces were gone. They were replaced by faces grim and fixed on their purpose.

Mother grabbed her arm and pulled her back toward the house.

"I've drunk and danced with you," said Da. "I've shoed your horses. I probably fashioned most of those spearheads. You've nothing to fear from me. My heart is as clean and fresh as well water and you all know it."

"What we know is that all the evidence points here," said the Crab. "And now we've come to the end of our discussion. If we were uplanders bent on murder, you would already be dead. I've done more than give you the benefit of the doubt. This is the last chance I'm giving you. Pick up the collar and irons."

"You will kill us and learn nothing."

"Zun," said Barg, using the title of honor meant for warriors who were equals. "Just pick up the cursed irons."

Da did not move.

"Bowmen," said the Crab. "Ready yourselves."

The bowmen drew their strings to their cheeks.

Sugar could not believe her eyes.

She and Mother now stood at the doorway to the house.

Da looked back at Mother. Some communication passed between them that Sugar could not decipher.

The Crab raised his arm to signal the bowmen. "Let all here witness that Sparrow, smith of the village of Plum, has refused an ordeal."

"Stop!" said Da. "I'll take your wretched collar and irons. But you know only Divines can conduct hunts. The only reason you haven't killed us already is so that you can avoid the fines levied on mobs like this. Let it be known that on this day the laws of the Glory of Mokad have been set aside. Your blatant disobedience will be made known. And your own Divines will come to collect the debt of blood."

The Divines would come. And they would punish these men, for the laws on this matter were clear and ruthlessly enforced: no man could take upon himself even the slightest part of the honor of a Divine. But the Divines would come too late.

Da walked forward and picked up the collar and irons.

They would almost surely use water for the ordeal. And Sugar's family would drown. She'd once touched the cold, bloated body of a boy who had drowned. She envisioned Legs as that boy, and panic ran through her.

Da examined the irons and said, "It looks like your smithing is as bad as your judgment. I'll need a hammer to assemble these pieces properly."

"Those pieces are just fine," said the district lord.

Mother turned to Legs and in a quiet voice said, "Get the shutters. Slowly now."

Da began walking toward Mother and the open doorway.

Legs closed the shutters on the front of the house then moved to the back.

The district lord called out, "Stop!"

Da stopped only a few paces from the front step and looked back.

"Put on the collar," said the district lord.

"Of course," said Da. He dropped the irons in the grass. And then he dashed toward the house.

At that moment Mother moved back from the door and pulled Sugar in with her.

A cry of alarm rose from the soldiers.

"Shoot him!" commanded the Crab. "Shoot!"

THE COURAGE OF WOMEN.

A.

t the moment of the Crab's command, the bowmen released their arrows, and Sugar saw the arrows fly.

Da took three, four strides. He leapt to the porch. Then an arrow struck him in the back below the ribs. Another flew like an angry insect into the house above her head and struck the wall behind her.

"Sparrow!" Mother called.

Da's momentum carried him into the house, and Mother slammed the door shut.

More arrows struck the door. A man cried out, "I got him! I got him!"

Midnight and Sky had not followed Da. They barked viciously outside.

Mother pulled the crossbar on the door in place.

More bows thrummed outside and the dogs' barks turned to screams. Then the dogs fell silent.

Da winced and looked down at his side. The arrow had not gone into the thick of his back, only cut the flesh on the side. But the blood still spilled from him like water. He pressed his hand to the wound.

"Those cursed blackhearts," he said. He pulled his hand away wet with blood. "Get me a wrap," he said to Mother. "All these years, and then they treat me like some feral dog."

Mother took a knife to her dress and cut a long strip. "We should have ridden when I first suggested it. Why you can't listen to me I'll never know."

"Well, you won't have to fret about that much longer, will you?"

Mother was furious. She made the final cut, then came and tied it around Da to cover and hold the wound. When Da took his hand away it was dark red. Heavy drops of blood fell to the floor.

"Did you get your mother's horse?" Da asked Sugar.

"I did," she said, and the enormity of that almost overwhelmed her. One horse was not enough for all four of them. She cursed herself for not having thought to get Sot.

Da nodded. "It's enough."

From outside, they heard the Crab yelling at his men. "I want all here to witness that Sparrow has refused the proving. Fire the smithy and the house."

Moments later Sugar heard arrows snake into the thatch above their heads. Those would have their points wrapped and burning with pitch-soaked rags.

"Fetch me my armor," said Da.

"What are we going to do?" asked Sugar.

Da looked down into her eyes. "You, my dear, along with Mother and Legs, are going to ride Fancy out of here."

"You fool," said Mother. "It's too late for that."

Sugar thought Mother had said that in anger, but when Sugar looked up, she could see Mother was not angry-she was wracked with grief.

"I'm going to draw them away from the back," said Da. Then he took Mother's hand and kissed it. "It's not too late. Not for a fool to remedy his foolishness. You three will ride away, and not look back."

"I don't want to ride away," said Sugar. "Besides, where can we go that they won't find us?"

"Mother will know," said Da. "Now fetch me my tunic."

Sugar hesitated, but Mother nodded, so she ran and brought the quilted under-tunic and helped Da tie it shut. Then Mother dressed him into the mail tunic that extended down to his thighs.

Da couldn't rout so many men. They were all going to die, yet Da made her cinch the buckles on his breastplate as if he were dressing for a parade.

Legs found his way over and grasped Da's wrist. His hair stuck out, and fear shone plainly on his face. Da took Legs's hand and kissed it. "Be brave, Shen, son of Sparrow, son of Sparrow, son of Shen." Shen was Legs's given name. He was an ancestor who had been a powerful man, and Da loved telling his stories. Da kissed Legs's hand a second time.

By the time they had the breastplate buckled about him, Sugar could hear the fire above their heads and smell the smoke coming in through the cracks of the shutters.

"Peer out the back and tell me what you can see," said Mother.

Sugar looked out a small hole in the shutter and surveyed their garden. Fancy neighed nervously and clopped about trying to pull free from the post. The soldiers stood away from the border of the yard.

"They've backed up," she said.

"Did you see their faces?" asked Da. "Half of them are petrified. Those are not children out there. I should be stuck like a pincushion with arrows. But their fear has affected their aim. Would that I were a soul-eater. Then this whole so-called hunt would be at risk. With average luck, I'd kill the lot of them and green our garden with their blood."

Mother came away from the window. "Perhaps we can make the break together," she said to Da. "You can take off this armor. The children and I will ride off first. And in the confusion of them chasing us, you can get on Sot."

Da fastened his helmet on. "It's too risky. We need to split them. I should have run to the smithy to draw them away from you, but none of the pieces there would have fit me well. There's no armor there but what's made for these short whoreson Mokaddians."

Heat began to press down upon them as if they were loaves in an oven. Smoke hung about the room in hazy streaks.

"It's time," he said. Then he took Legs's face in his hands and kissed his cheek, embraced him, then kissed him again. He did the same to Sugar, but she could not let him go.

She would not. Lords, she would rather die with him. She had her knife.

"You are a delight and solace," he said. "We named you perfectly. Take care of your brother." Then he gently forced Sugar away.

He stood and looked at Mother with a fierce light in his eyes. "I could never have found a better woman," he said. "Even in your arguing."

"Take off the armor," Mother said.

"We're not going to be able to make the break together," said Da. "It won't work."

Mother seemed oddly calm. "Sparrow, my heart. Haven't you learned yet that I'm always right?"

What was Mother thinking? Then Sugar realized she had given up. She'd always said that if her babies died, she wanted to go with them. Sugar saw this logic extended to Da as well. And perhaps that was right. They would all die together.