should try to approach the Others, in peace. Maybe they will trade.â
âNo!â Harbinger and Crenelle said together.
âBut if we have no other wayââ Haven protested.
âThey kill any of our men they meet,â Crenelle said. âThey donât like anyone else hunting in their lands. Thatâs why weâre short of game:we canât cross into their territory, but they can cross into ours and take what they want. So our game is scarce.â
Her words rang with conviction. But Havenâs life had changed so much recently that she was reckless. âYou say they kill men. But not women?â
âNot women, usually.â
âWhat do they do with our women?â Haven feared she knew the answer. But would getting raped by a beast man be any worse than a rape by an ordinary man?
âSometimes they feed them,â Crenelle said reluctantly. âSometimes they try to adopt them, but their lifestyle is so rough, an ordinary woman canât survive it. Mostly they just ignore them.â
âAdopt them?â Haven asked, amazed. âWhy?â
âI think itâs because they see us as children. So thin and weak. But we canât live their life. No, itâs best when they ignore us.â
âThey donât. . . rape?â
Crenelle laughed. âThey donât find us sexually attractive. Maybe they donât mistreat children.â
âThen it might be safe for a woman to go to them, to trade.â
âThey wouldnât trade. They would adopt her or ignore her. Or maybe kill her, if she made a nuisance of herself.â
âI will try it,â Haven said. âI will take Craftâs toys and hope they appeal.â
Crenelleâs face blanched. âSo soon married, and you want to risk your life like this?â
âIf I do nothing, we starve!â Haven flared. âIf I succeed, we eat.â
Crenelle swallowed. Then her jaw firmed. âIâll go with you.â
They looked at the men. Both looked uncomfortable, but did not protest. It was a gamble, but things were desperate.
âGive me all your toys,â Haven said to Craft.
He dug in his pack and came up with four carved links. He did not have many, because it took time and concentration to carve each one.
âYouâre the one who makes those!â Crenelle exclaimed. âHaven gave me one before. I still have it.â She went to her own pack and brought it out. âItâs fascinating. I could get to like you.â
Craft shrugged, embarrassed by the compliment.
Haven had to smile. They had just indulged in repeated sex, and now they thought they could like each other? But she had done the same with Harbinger. Sex was an act; liking was a feeling. They were different.
They made a plan to go to the other camp early the next day. The two women had to go alone, because the Others would know if the men were near, and that would prejudice their case. It was a dangerous mission, they knew, for they would be in the power of the Others. But if they were successful, it meant survival.
They had been sated of sex, but the prospect of danger restored interest, and they retreated to the house for another bout. This time, mischievously, the two women assumed exactly similar positions, lying on their bellies, spread out, letting the men lie on them and do their business from behind. When the men were done, the women turned over and demanded immediate repeat performances, knowing the men could not. âThen you must do it our way,â they said, and made the men go to work with their tongues, exactly where and how directed. Haven wasnât sure whether it was the delicate physical stimulation or the marvelous feeling of control, but she derived enormous pleasure.
In the morning the two women set off for the Othersâ camp, guided by the smoke. The day was calm, fortunately. They talked as they went, making no attempt at concealment, so