river water into his hand; he drank, coughed liquid out through his nose, spat and drank again despite the savage pain as the diluted alcohol struck the damaged membranes, and passed it along. They pedaled onward into the setting sun, bloodred sunset to the fore; bloodred fire to the rear.
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Huon Liu frowned. âSo . . . so he didnât really do anything bad there?â
âNot there,â Dmwoski said grimly. âYour uncle was no coward and not a bad soldier. It was his bad judgment that gave the enemy their opening; his refusal to let go of hatred and the desire for revenge. We learned the details of that later; from his deeds, and his words.â
CHAPTER THREE
DUN JUNIPER TO DUN FAIRFAX
DÃTHCHAS OF THE CLAN MACKENZIE
(FORMERLY THE EAST-CENTRAL WILLAMETTE VALLEY, OREGON)
HIGH KINGDOM OF MONTIVAL
(FORMERLY WESTERN NORTH AMERICA)
JULY 31, CHANGE YEAR 25/2023 AD
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âI tâs by you my place is, Chief,â Edain Aylward Mackenzie said.
Rudi Mackenzie cocked an eyebrow. The commander of his guard regiment continued stolidly, his feet planted apart and hands on his sword belt, his gray eyes steady in his square young face: âIâm Bow-Captain of the High Kingâs Archers. You can dismiss me if youâve a mind to; but until you do, Iâll do my job whether you find it suits your whim or not. Your Majesty.â
âYou never call me that save when youâre going to defy me,â Rudi laughed.
âWith all due respectââ
âAnd you never say that unless youâre going to be disrespectful, either. Iâve a sufficiency of armed men to guard me here in Dun Juniper, donât you think? And this.â
He slapped a hand to the Sword of the Lady, and went on: âAnd Iâll have you remember I put your face in the midden more than once when we were boys together. I can do it again if I must.â
Despite himself, Edain laughed. At the High Kingâs inquiring glance he admitted: âThat is most exactly what I said to me little brother Dickie when we got home, word for word, midden and all. And him grown so tall and roynish while we were gone.â
âThen be off. Weâll have our fill of risk this year, and you can throw yourself between it and me. This day Iâm going to spend with my mother and stepfather and my sisters in the place I was born. You and your bride the sword-maiden go down to Dun Fairfax and do likewise!â
Edain chuckled as he set foot on the steep path that led down from the plateau of Dun Juniper to Dun Fairfax, where it was tucked away in the valley of Artemis Creek. The quiet of the hillside forest swallowed it, greenumber distances between the tall candle-straight trunks of the Douglas fir and Ponderosa pine, red cedar and hemlock, with the odd big-leaf maple or garry oak, and black walnut thickly planted long ago for variety. A jay went sheunk-sheunk-sheunk , squirrels ran chattering like gray streaks, and a hedgehog scuttled off into the underbrush.
Asgerd Karlsdottir looked at him and raised one yellow brow. She was only a finger shorter than his five-nine, but with a slender strength in contrast to his broad-shouldered, thick-armed, barrel-chested build; she wore breeks and tunic rather than the kilt, a seax-knife and Norrheimer broadsword at her belt but a Mackenzie-style quiver on her back. They both took the steep way effortlessly, ducking and twisting now and then when tree branches or undergrowth nearly caught at the arrows in their quivers, their feet making little sound despite the boots they wore. Now and then one would bend a fern gently aside with the tip of the longbows they both carried in their left hands, leaving no trace of their passing.
Neither was conscious of taking care not to make noise or leave trail. It was a manner you learned when you hunted for foodâs sake, not to mention scouting and tracking and skirmishing across a continent with life and death for the