fantasy of the rolling fields and woodlots. The armor was actually late-medieval in inspiration, fifteenth-century or so, but manufactured post-Change out of high-strength alloy steel stock by jury-rigged hydraulic presses in southern England.
Havel grinned like a happy wolf. Alleyne was also young, only a few years older than Astrid, and six feet tall, blondly handsome, dashing, charming, from a far-off foreign place and in the process of sayingâ
âSinome maruvan ar Hildinyar, vanimálion noastariâ¦â
âOnen i-Estel Edainââ Astrid replied in the same liquidly pretty tongue, which sounded Celtic but wasnât; Havel understood not a word of it.
My languages being limited to English, a bit of Ojibwa, rudimentary Finnish and some Arabic cusswords I picked up in the Gulf, he thought. None of the Tongues of Middle-earth included in the package.
âYouâre looking like the coyote that met the rabbit coming âround the rock,â Signe said.
âThanks to those Tasmaniansâpoor bastardsâand their world survey voyage I think we may finally have gotten your little sister hooked up,â Havel said. âAnd out of our hair.â
âHey!â She punched him on the shoulder. Since he was wearing a hauberk with padded gambeson beneath, that was mostly symbolic, but her voice was only a little defensive as she went on: âAstridâs beenâ¦useful.â
âAnd a lot less trouble since she started up that Ranger outfit out in the woods. But sheâs still trying to trick us all out in costumes from those books she likes. She makes Norman Arminger sound as everyday as a dental hygienist.â
âGranted sheâs a flapping wingnut, but a handy wingnut to have around. A lot of stuff weâve done wouldnât have been nearly as popular if we hadnât had her to slap some cool, antique name on it and give it some style. It kept those Society types we recruited happy too, they love fancy titles and playing dress-up. Usefulâ¦and if theyâre here being useful to us theyâre not up north being useful to Lord Protector Arminger, who was one of their own after all. Besides, this lords-and-ladies stuffâ¦once it stops sounding so silly it sort of grows on you.â
âAnd fungus grows on your toenails if you arenât careful. Yeah, sheâs useful, and also a goddamned pain in the ass. For a while I thought sheâd probably settle down with Eilir, whoâs sensible, sort ofââ
His wife shot him a look; the sisters had quarreled all their lives, but he liked the way they closed ranks. âAstrid isnât gay.â
âNothing so convenient or conventional. Sheâs an elf instead,â he said dryly.
Signe grinned. âI think sheâs settled on being a, whatâs the word, Numenorean instead of an elf.â
âI thought it was Dunadan â¦or is it Dúnedain ? I forget which.â
â Dúnedain is the pluralâ¦.â She smiled wickedly as he mimed clutching at his head. â Dunadan is the word for Numenorean â¦in another language.â
â Another invented language? Christ Jesus, didnât the man have anything else to do with his time? Trimming the shrubbery, visiting the pub? How many of them are there?â
âLetâs seeâ¦the Common Speech, the Black Speech, the tongue of the Rohirrim, Halfling dialects, Quenya elvish, Sindarin elvishâ¦â
âStop! Stop! Anyway, whyâ¦whateverâ¦instead of an elf? Hell, Iâve got to admit, she looks like one.â
âBut elves donât get cooties on campaign, or smell. Or have monthly cramps, which she does, bad. Anyway, Eilirâs just her best friend.â
âAlleyne there will do even better, nothing like kids to calm you down. Someone who shares her interestsââ
âIs nutbar about the same stuff?â Signe clarified helpfully.
âNah, he just likes