Warsworn

nodded toward the letters.
    "It was." I gathered up the documents. "I need to send a message to Eln and tell him what has happened."
    "Good. We'll do so before we leave for the Plains."
    Startled, I looked up at him. "Surely before that. We can't leave for some forty days." It was amazing how those blue eyes could change in an instant. They sparked like flint as his body tensed. "Another day will see you well enough to travel. We'll leave for the Heart of the Plains the day after tomorrow."
    "You can't be serious." I gaped at him. "Keir, we have to stay isolated from the others for forty days. I have explained this to you—"
    He cut me off, raising his voice to drown me out. "With the elements favor we will make up the lost days on the journey. We will rejoin the army, and depart this place." The letters scattered over the bed as I struggled up out of the blankets. 'This illness killed an entire village, not to mention Epor. For the love of the Goddess, Keir, you must listen to me!" The sound of our voices had attracted attention. Marcus came into the tent, with Gils peeking around the flap. Isdra stood behind them, considering us carefully, a serious look on her face.
    "You survived. Isdra and the babe survived. We are well." Keir threw his head back, his nostrils flaring. "I will not be denied in this, Warprize."
    I struggled to get out of the bed, but the blankets defeated me. Marcus moved to my side, but I was so agitated that I fought him off. My anger flared for the first time in days. "You stupid man. Why am I here, if you won't listen to me?"
    That was a mistake. Keir's face closed. "You are here because you will bring the gift of healing to my people."
    I sucked in a breath, bit my lip, then lashed out. "So the very thing that I bring to your people is what you ignore. If you do this, it will bring only death."
    Keir glared. "Rest. Gather your strength. Tomorrow night I will give the orders. We leave on the morning after next." He stomped out of the tent, practically tearing the flap from the tent as he left.
    The fight fled my body and I grabbed at Marcus's arms to support myself. "Marcus, he can't mean it. Can he?"
    Marcus eased me down. "Hisself is determined, Warprize."
    Gils crept into the tent, avoiding my eyes. Isdra came in, bringing the sleeping babe. She sat on the edge of the bed, and showed her to me. "She does well, Lara."
    "It takes time to know that the illness is gone." Worried as I was, I smiled to see the babe's sweet sleeping face. Isdra lay the child on the bed next to me. "She's thriving, that's true. With a strange fondness for gurt."
    Isdra nodded. "She'll need to be marked soon."
    'Tattooed?" I looked at her in horror.
    Gils laughed. "Not one so young, Warprize. We use a stain to mark babes with their tribe."
    "You must design a mark for your tribe, Lara." Isdra seemed to be studying the floor of the tent. "The tribe of Xy. The Elders will require such before our blood combines in children." Isdra stood abruptly. "I have some things to see to, Warprize. I will leave the child with you." I smiled. "Of course, Isdra. I am well tended here."
    She gave me an odd look. "That you are, Lara."
    * * *
    Needless to say, the air in the tent had turned frigid since Keir and I had argued. Gils was very clever in avoiding any contact with Keir and I, especially when our tempers flared, and flare they did over the course of the evening. Marcus just grumped at both of us. Isdra kept her distance as well. I wasn't so occupied with arguing with Keir that I didn't notice the distant expression on her face. I thought she was thinking on Epor's death, and Keir's folly, but I couldn't have been more wrong.
    Later the next day Isdra walked into the tent, her face so sorrowful, it scared me. She looked different somehow, but it was the reaction of the others that brought me up short. Keir sat up a bit straighter, and Marcus stopped what he was doing. Gils looked up from the book of herbs that I had him studying and closed it slowly. At their reactions I looked again. Isdra wasn't wearing any weapons or armor, just a plain tunic and trous. Although she carried Epor's warclub in one hand, she looked naked to me, as if the warrior had been stripped away somehow to reveal the vulnerable woman underneath. She looked at each of us in turn, then focused on Keir. "Warlord."
    "Warrior."
    "It is time, Warlord. Past time. I've completed our tasks, Epor's and mine." Keir stood. "A task well done, Isdra of the Fox. I