Warprize

he valued. Someone who mattered. I hadn’t realized how important that was to me until I’d heard it again, spoken in a caring voice. Tears flooded into my eyes as I turned, to see Joden pat the crate next to him. I stumbled over and sat, wiping my eyes. I couldn’t quite bring myself to meet his gaze.
    “Let us just be Lara and Joden for this moment, alone, in this tent.” His voice was sympathetic. “You used a word… ‘slave’… what does that mean?” I flushed, embarrassed. Joden put his hand on my shoulder. “Please, favor me. Tell me what it means.”
    “It means a person who is owned as one would own a horse or a knife. A slave is absolutely subject to the will of his or her master.”
    Joden leaned toward me, and I knew that he listened intently to my words. “A slave has no rights?” he asked. “No status?”
    I nodded, keeping my eyes down.
    He sat back, and took a deep breath. “No voice in his or her life?”
    I nodded again, trying to control my tears.
    “Lara, you believe yourself to be Keir’s slave, yes? Who told you this?”
    I looked up at that. His face held only care and concern. “Xymund. Before the ceremony.”
    Joden nodded again, frowning a little. “I would like to think the error unintentional, but I have doubts.”
    He shook his head. “And I think we are partly to blame, maybe because you seemed to learn our language so fast and so well.” He looked over my head, as if thinking, and came to some deci-sion. “
    Lara, please listen to me carefully. And if I use a word you do not understand, ask me to explain it. Do not assume you know the meaning. Yes?” I nodded, and he leaned back a little, his hands on his knees.
    “Among our people, warlords are warriors with experience in battle, enough so that they inspire men to follow them. A warlord does not get his army from his father, nor pass it to his child. It is earned by his own deeds. A warlord uses his or her skill to challenge for the right to gather men into armies, and use their armies to raid and pillage for the gain of all. So it is and so it has always been.”
    I made as if to speak, but Joden held up a hand. “Now, our traditions tell us that there is yet another treasure that a warlord can obtain in battle. That is a warprize. A warprize must be discovered during the course of a battle, or on or near a battlefield. A warprize must render aid to the warlord or his men.”
    Joden lifted a finger. “Most important, a warprize must be attractive to a warlord, must spark feelings of desire.” He grinned slyly. “It is said that the attraction between warlord and warprize is as the heat of the sun that shines in the height of summer.”
    I sat, my eyes wide, and listened.
    “Now, once a warlord recognizes a potential warprize, he stops the fighting and enters into talks with the leaders of the land. He must negotiate for the warprize, making the best deal that he can.” Joden leaned back a little and chuckled. “Keir did well there.” He sobered and looked at me. “Having done that, a warprize must submit willingly to the warlord, before witnesses of both their peoples. Then a warprize is displayed to the warlord’s army. Upon their return to our lands, the confirmation ceremony is held before the Council of Elders.”
    Joden reached for a flask of kavage that Marcus had brought and two cups, and poured for both of us. “
    But even these ceremonies do not create a true warprize.”
    Joden took a sip from his mug. “Lara, a true warprize is a rare thing. We value them, for our people have found that the warprize brings a new way of thinking, of doing things. It makes us better, stronger, when we are exposed to new ways and new ideas. You cannot fake a true warprize, nor pick one, nor force one. They happen maybe once in five generations, and we see it as a benediction from the elements themselves, even for the upheaval that they bring.”
    I sat there, trying to make sense of his words.
    “Our people started as tribes, tribes based on our totem animals. Keir is of the Cat, Simus is of the Hawk, as am I. There was a time when the tribes fought among themselves. It was the first warprize, long ago, that created that change, that united the tribes.” Joden rubbed his hand on his knees. “Why did you submit to Keir, if you thought you would be a slave?”
    I had to swallow before I could answer, my mouth was so dry. “To save my people.”
    Joden smiled slightly. “Lara, there are no other