Leesha blinked. No matter how many times her mother read her mind and cut to the quick, it never ceased to shock her.

'Well don't,' Elona snapped. 'You did what you had to, and that boy knew what he was getting into when he picked up his first spear.'

'It's not that simple-' Leesha began.

'Pfagh!' Elona waved a hand dismissively. 'How many Rizonans you think he killed when they took the city? How many lives are you saving by keeping him from telling tales?'

Leesha felt her legs giving way, and fell to a seat on the bed, trying hard to make it seem as if she had meant to sit all along. Her stomach felt like a boiling pot, stirred too quickly and threatening to foam over the rim. 'I wouldn't have done it otherwise, but that doesn't mean I should be proud of it.'

Elona grunted. 'Maybe not, but for what it's worth, I'm proud of you, girl. Know I don't say it as much as you deserve, but there it is. Didn't think you had it in you to stand up like that. Glad to see something of me in there, after all.'

Leesha frowned. 'Sometimes I think there's too much of you in me already, Mother.'

Elona snorted. 'You should be so lucky.'

'Why the change of heart?' Leesha asked. 'You were the one pushing me to marry Ahmann and let him make me a queen.'

'Had a better look at his rule since then,' Elona said. 'Ent no way I'm spending the rest of my wrinkle-free days with everything except my eyes wrapped under seven layers of cloth.' She hefted her breasts, barely contained in a dress with a swooping neckline. 'What's the point of having paps like these if you can't put 'em on display and laugh as men drool and women simmer?'

Leesha raised an eyebrow. 'Wrinkle-free?'

Elona glared, daring her to say more. 'Letting that warrior go would have jeopardized everything you've worked for. You might have laid the drama on a bit thick, but there's no denying this trip was good for the Hollow. You bought a conditional peace, scouted the enemy camp, whispered wisdom and doubt into the ear of its leader, learned of those mind demons and bone magic. All that, and you got your toes curled in the process. Hag Bruna was still around, she'd be prouder than Jan Cutter showing off his prize bull.'

Leesha smiled wanly. 'I hope so. I was just thinking I'd disappointed her.'

Elona turned to the window, looking over her reflection with a critical eye. Though there were no men to see, she reflexively straightened her hair and smoothed the bosom of her dress. 'A bit, perhaps. Any apprentice of Bruna night, any daughter of mine should have been able to enjoy a few rolls in the feathers without making a child.'

Leesha felt her face flush red. 'What?'

Elona pointed to the disgusting mixture on the floor, making no effort to help clean it. 'Seen you throw your hysterics a lot of times, girl, but ent never seen it sick you up. Night, I can't recall you sloshing up ever. You got more than Mum's paps and posterior. You got my iron belly.' She smiled, patting her stomach. 'But I was sick as a cat the whole time I was carrying you.'

Leesha felt her boiling stomach freeze over. She tried to swallow as she ticked off the days since her last flow, but the lump in her throat prevented it.

Could it be true?

With more desperation than she had reached for the chamber pot, Leesha went for her pocketed apron. Like a Jongleur's coloured balls, she juggled herbs and instruments, grinding and mixing until she had a tiny vial of milky fluid. She swabbed at herself and put it in the vial, holding her breath.

Her lungs gave way well before the time the chemics took to react. She turned pointedly and began to count by thousands to mark the minutes until she could turn back and see if the chemics had gone from milk white to pink.

One thousand. Two thousand. Three thousand ...

'You already know what it's going to say,' Elona said. 'Quit biting at your fingers and figure out what you're going to do about it.'

Leesha raised an eyebrow. 'Do?'

'Don't play dim with me, child,' Elona snapped. 'I was apprenticed to Bruna as well. You could flush the problem right out if you wanted.'

'Really, Mum?' Leesha asked bitterly. 'You, who've pushed me to have children my whole life, would tell me to kill the child?'

'Ent a child, it's a notion,' Elona said. 'And a bad one, at that. Doesn't take a genius to see that babe would be a gap in our wards big enough for the mother of all demons to ride through.'

One hundred thousand. One hundred and one thousand. One hundred and two thousand ...

Leesha shook her head so hard she felt it rattle. 'No. If it's far enough along for me to be sick, it's a life, not a notion. You complained I missed my most fertile years, Mum, and you weren't wrong. If this is how the Creator wants to give me a child, then I'm going to take it.'

Elona rolled her eyes. 'You picked a bad time to go all Canon, girl.' She shrugged. 'But if you're not going to flush it, you'd best seduce someone else, quick and public, to buy yourself time.'

Leesha felt her mouth fall open. 'I swear, Mum, if you so much as say Gared's name ...'

But Elona surprised her with another disgusted wave of her hand. 'Pfagh! You can do better than Gared Cutter! Have another go at the other Deliverer, now that you have the knack. It's clear as day he's pent and needs a draining. Do him as good as you did the demon of the desert, and you can have the both of them eating out of your hand and brought to heel by winter.'

'Or brought to blows, all our respective men behind them,' Leesha said.

'That's gonna happen no matter what, and you know it,' Elona said. 'Best you can do is guide the where and how.'

Leesha grimaced. 'There is nothing in this world I hate more than when your words make sense, Mother.'

Elona cackled.

'Making the Painted Man think it's his might not be possible,' Leesha said. 'He won't touch me any more. He's terrified of making a child tainted by his demon magic.'

Elona shrugged. 'So tell him you're taking pomm tea. Leach some leaves and leave them out where he can see. Tell him it's just a release.'

Three hundred fifty thousand. Three hundred and fifty-one thousand. Three hundred and fifty-two thousand ...

Leesha shook her head. 'He's not that gullible, Mother.'

'Demonshit,' Elona said. 'He's a man, Leesha. Every single one of them needs his pecker put down now and again. Lure him back by using your mouth on him once or twice. Make him feel safe, then get him drunk and pounce. It'll be over before he knows what hit him.' She smirked. 'Do a good enough job, and he'll even be back for more.'

Leesha felt her stomach roil again. Was she really considering this? 'And in less than a year, when he sees the child has an olive tint to its skin and an upward twist to its eyes?'

Elona shrugged. 'Never know. Babe might take after you. There's nothing of Erny in you that the eye can tell, and that's for the best.'

'Better I got his heart,' Leesha agreed. 'And what's between his ears.'

'Ay, but you got my stones,' Elona said, 'and you can thank the Creator for that. The day the Krasians come to the Hollow, the only thing Ernal Paper is going to do is piss himself. You ent helpless, but when the time comes, you're going to want a strong man at your side.'

Leesha wanted to shout at her, but could not find the energy. Her mother had been making more and more sense of late. Was she changing, or was Leesha?

Seven hundred thousand. Seven hundred and one thousand. Seven hundred and two thousand ...

'I don't trust the Painted Man any more than the demon of the desert,' Leesha said.

Elona shrugged again. 'Then find another. I was wrong about the fiddle-boy. He's got power and would stand by you even if the babe came out with Jardir's forked beard, but you've missed your chance there unless you want to play a dirtier game.'

'Rojer's marriage is in enough trouble without my help,' Leesha said.

Elona nodded. 'There's really only one other choice, then.'

Leesha looked at her mother, and saw a triumphant smile on her face. 'Mother ...'

Elona held up her hands. 'You told me not to say his name and I won't, but you think on it. He's strong as an ox and braver than any other man in the Hollow. The Cutters all look to him when the Painted Man ent about. And he loves you. Always has, in his own brutish way. All that, with a pea-sized brain. You could rule the Hollow through a man like that.'

One million, Leesha thought, turning to look at the vial.

Her heart fell.

A handful of herbs leached in boiling water calmed Leesha's stomach, but nothing she dared take had the slightest effect on the throbbing pain in her head. When she and Elona finally emerged from her room, they found Gared, Wonda, and Erny in the taproom already, waiting by empty bowls of porridge.

Shamavah was haggling with the innkeeper. As usual, she found fault with everything, and based on Sim's posture, he looked inclined to let her name her price, if she would only go.

Without shifting her attention, Shamavah pointed a finger and one of the black-clad dal'ting women moved to take Leesha's bag. Normally she would have protested, but Leesha was exhausted, head hurting and knees weak. A bowl had been set out for her, but she ignored it, waiting impatiently. All she wanted was to climb into her cart and be left alone.

In truth, no one seemed much inclined towards talking, looking around uncomfortably as Shamavah berated Sim over things that had been totally acceptable. It went on and on until Leesha wanted to scream.

'Night, just ripping pay him, already!' she snapped at last. 'The rooms were fine!' Everyone jumped at the sound.

Shamavah bowed. 'As the intended wishes.' The words were tight. She quickly counted out the coins, and they were on their way. Enkido, standing atop the steps, knocked on a door then, and Amanvah, Sikvah, and Rojer emerged.

Rojer's wives surrounded him like bodyguards as they went down the steps and out the door, glaring as if daring Leesha to approach.

Not that Leesha had the slightest desire to do so. The pendulum had swung back and forth so many times last night that she could barely remember who was mad at who for what. She could not get to her carriage fast enough.

Light pained her when the headaches were this bad. Just the few feet from the porch awning to the carriage steps felt like Ahmann's description of the beating sun on the cracked flats of the Krasian desert. Inside, she pulled the curtains close.

Erny took the far corner, closing his curtains without being asked, though he left himself a sliver of sunlight to illuminate the book on his lap. Elona sat across from her but was blissfully silent, staring at nothing, her thoughts far away.

She was still beautiful, Leesha had to admit. So much so that one who did not know her might take that stare for the blank one of a pretty, dim-witted thing. Like her every other pose, Elona had cultivated that look. She was anything but dim-witted, as many learned to their regret. Everyone always said Leesha got her brains from her father, but she wasn't so sure. Elona Paper was many things, but she was no fool.

There was no music from Rojer's carriage as the morning wore on, nor cries of pleasure. But there was shouting. Plenty of that. And worse, long painful silences.

When they stopped for lunch, Leesha stepped out long enough to make water and have a bowl brought to her carriage. She caught a glimpse of Rojer stretching his legs, but kept her distance so as not to provoke Sikvah, who stood close by.

Krasians of all castes grew silent as Rojer drew near, pointing and whispering as he passed. Word of his exploits had obviously spread.

Leesha felt much better by evening. Without asking, the Krasians had bypassed the next hamlet and circled the carts some miles down the road. Leesha moved about the camp, inspecting the wards, but the Krasian circles were strong. Sharum patrolled the perimeter, killing any demons that drew near with neat spear thrusts from behind the safety of the wards. Wonda did the same, picking off corelings with her bow to clear the area. Gared moved in each time, finishing them quickly with chops of his warded axe and machete.

Leesha looked at him, thinking of what her mother had said. Indeed, Gared was handsome, and Leesha had loved him once, before he proved selfish and possessive to a degree she could not abide.

But did that make him so different from the other men she'd known? None of them had ever truly met her needs. Was Gared any worse than Rojer, Marick, or Arlen, or even Ahmann?

She was given her own tent, its carpeted floor warm and the cluster of pillows that served as the bed inviting. Wonda stood watch outside the flap, her bow ready.

At her request, the girl had provided Leesha with a small bowl of demon ichor from one of her kills, glowing brightly in wardsight. Leesha took a horsehair brush and her plainest shawl, painting wards of misdirection and confusion, adding wards gleaned the night Inevera had used magic to trap Leesha in her pillow chamber. Wards that would direct the power towards humans as well as demons.

The wards glowed dimly as she threw the shawl over her shoulders and lifted the tent flap. Wonda stiffened, looking around and listening carefully, but her eyes slipped away from Leesha as easily as Rojer had done to the corelings. She moved to inspect the flap, peeking inside to see the blankets and pillows Leesha had arranged to appear as her sleeping body. She grunted and replaced the flap, resuming her station outside the tent.

Hidden in plain sight, Leesha passed through the camp towards Gared's tent, ignored by the Sharum sentries. She still wasn't entirely sure what she meant to do. Even if she went through with it and lay with him, she did not think she would have the nerve to let herself be caught at it as her mother instructed. And if not, what was the point?

She drew a deep breath, decided, and reached for the tent flap. A deep voice from within checked her.

'Ma'am, we can't keep doin' this. It ent right.'

'You didn't mind me teaching you what goes where with your da asleep ten feet away,' Elona said, 'but now it's so wrong?'

There was a shuffling sound, and Gared groaned.

'One last time,' Elona said. 'Just so you don't forget me.'

'We'll get caught,' Gared said, but there was more shuffling, and this time Elona groaned.

'We ent been caught at it yet,' she gasped. A rhythmic slapping of flesh followed, and Leesha felt ill. She threw open the tent flap and strode inside, tossing back her shawl. Elona's arms were around Gared's neck, and he held her suspended in mid-air, skirts around her waist and his breeches around his ankles.

'You have now,' Leesha said.

'Night!' Gared shouted, dropping Elona, who gave a yelp as her bare bottom hit the hard canvas floor of the tent.

Leesha put her hands on her hips. 'Every time I think I've seen the lowest you can sink, Mother, you find a deeper place.'

'Oh, if that ent the night calling it black,' Elona muttered, getting to her feet and smoothing her skirts. Gared had yanked up his breeches and was attempting to force his still-stiffened member back inside. It was a futile task.

'When I tell Da ...' Leesha began.

'You won't,' Elona said, 'if not out of respect for what it would do to your poor father, then on your Gatherer's oath.'

'This isn't Gatherer's business,' Leesha said.

'Everything is Gatherer's business when you wear the apron!' Elona shot back. 'Did Bruna ever belie the affairs of the town? I promise you, she knew every one.'

She looked down her nose. 'And besides, I'm not the only one with a secret. What are you doing here in the middle of the night, Leesha?'

Leesha glanced at Gared, but he had turned his back on them, still fumbling. Her mother had her checked, and she knew it.

'Come along,' she said, lifting one side of her shawl to wrap it around Elona's shoulders. It would protect them both as they went back to the tents where they belonged.

Gared finally managed to lace his trousers back up and turned back to them, a guilty look on his face.

'You've disappointed me again, Gared Cutter,' Leesha said. 'And just when I was beginning to think you a changed man.'

Gared looked stricken. 'It ent my fault!'

'Course not,' Elona snapped as she stepped into Leesha's shawl and they turned to go. 'Mrs Paper had her way with you and you were helpless as a Rizonan girl when the Sharum came.'

Leesha was prepared for the morning sickness this time, and managed to deal with it without alerting anyone that anything was amiss. By lunchtime, she was feeling normal.

Gared came to her as she stretched her legs. 'All right if we talk a bit?'

Leesha sighed. 'I don't think there's much you can say, Gar.'