The Desert Spear

be honored,” Jardir said. “May my warriors pitch horses and tents in this clearing while they wait?”
    “At the far end,” Leesha said. “We have work yet to do on this side.”
    Jardir looked at her curiously, and then noted the greenlanders who had come out after the battle was complete. These were smaller, weaker men than the axe-wielding warriors, and they began gathering glittering objects off the battlefield.
    “What are they about?” he asked, more to hear her voice again than because he actually cared what the Northern
khaffit
were doing.
    Leesha looked to the side, then bent to retrieve a stoppered glass bottle, which she handed to Jardir. It was an elegant blow of glass, beautiful in its simplicity.
    “Smash it with the butt of your spear,” she said.
    Jardir’s brow furrowed at that, not understanding the significance of destroying something so beautiful. Perhaps it was some sort of friendship ritual. He pulled free the Spear of Kaji and complied with her request, but the butt of the spear ricocheted off the bottle with a clang, leaving the glass intact.
    “Everam’s beard,” Jardir murmured. He tried repeatedly to smash the bottle, but failed every time. “Incredible.”
    “Painted glass,” Leesha said, picking the bottle back up and giving it to him.
    “A princely gift,” Ashan noted in Krasian. “They are respectful, at least.” Jardir nodded.
    “Our peoples could learn much from each other, if we kept peace by day as well as night,” Leesha said.
    “I agree,” Jardir said, staring into her eyes. “Let us discuss that, among other things, at our tea.”

    “Did you see his crown?” Leesha asked.
    Rojer nodded. “And his metal spear. He’s the one Marick and the Painted Man were talking about.”
    “Obviously,” Leesha said. “I meant the crown itself. The Painted Man has the same wards on his own forehead.”
    “Really?” Rojer asked in surprise.
    Leesha nodded, dropping her voice for only him to hear. “I don’t think Arlen told us everything he knows about that man.”
    “Can’t believe you invited him to tea,” Wonda said.
    “Should I have spat in his eye instead?” Leesha asked.
    Wonda nodded. “Or had me shoot him. He’s killed half the men in Rizon, and had his men force themselves on every flowered woman in the duchy!”
    Wonda stopped short, then turned to Leesha suddenly, leaning in close. “You’re going to drug him, aren’t you?” she asked, her eyes glittering. “Take him and his men prisoner?”
    “I’m going to do no such thing,” Leesha said. “Everything we know about that man is hearsay. All we know for sure is that he and his men helped us fight off two hundred wood demons. He’s our guest until his actions show he should be treated otherwise.”
    “Not to mention that kidnapping their Deliverer is the surest way under the sun to bring the Krasian army straight down on the Hollow,” Rojer added.
    “There’s that, as well,” Leesha agreed. “Ask Smitt to clear his taproom, and summon the town council. Let everyone see and judge this supposed demon of the desert for themselves.”
    “He’s not what I expected, at all,” Tender Jona said.
    “Polite, like,” Gared agreed. “All falsefaced, like the servants in the duke’s palace.”
    “It’s called manners, Gared,” Leesha said. “You and the other men could use a few lessons in them yourselves.”
    “He has a point,” Rojer said. “I expected a monster, not some royal smiling through his oiled beard.”
    “I know what you mean,” Leesha said. “I certainly didn’t expect him to be so handsome.”
    Jona, Rojer, and Gared all stopped short. Leesha walked several more steps before she noticed they were not keeping pace. She looked back to find the men staring at her. Even Wonda had a surprised look on her face.
    “What?” she asked.
    “We ’re just going to pretend you didn’t say that,” Rojer said after a moment. He resumed walking, the others following his lead. Leesha shook her head and followed.

    “These greenlanders are worse than we thought,” Ashan said as they walked back to join the other men. “I cannot believe they take orders from a woman!”
    “But what a woman!” Jardir exclaimed. “Powerful and exotic and beautiful as the dawn.”
    “She dresses like a harlot,” Ashan said. “You should have killed her simply for daring to meet your eyes.”
    Jardir hissed and waved the thought away. “It is death to kill