Sunrise Lands

He learned that she wove, and embroidered, and played the guitar, liked to hunt and fish in season. There was a small tattoo above the upper curve of her bosom and below the finials of her torc, a miniature strung bow that also suggested the crescent moon.

"What's that?" he asked, indicating it with his eyes.

She gri

When she gathered up the empty plates and took them back to the kitchen he watched the sway of her kilt with unfeigned pleasure.

I could stay here awhile, he thought. I'm not broke by a long shot, and this is where the Voice and the dreams pointed. His mind tried to turn aside, but he forced it back. I'll need a base while I look around for… whoever it is I'm supposed to find.

The door to the vestibule opened as he mused, and he looked up with the wariness his wandering years had bred. A group came in, three women and two men, all younger than him but not by that much; they all wore longswords and daggers, which they racked by the door. They moved as if they knew how to use them, too.

He noticed the twin girls first, since they were identi cal and dressed so alike he guessed they worked at it. Both were tall, five-nine or so, with yellow-blond braids down their backs, dressed in dark trousers and boots rather than kilts; when they took off their jackets, they revealed sleeveless jerkins of black leather over their shirts, blazoned with a white tree and seven stars surmounted by a crown.

The other girl was a year or two older and an inch or so shorter, with brown hair cut shoulder-length and brown eyes and features a little too bold for beauty. She was in pants and a short-sleeved thigh-length tunic of fine-woven wool, forest green, over a full sleeved shirt of indigo dyed linen. The tunic had a slit-pupiled eye wreathed in flame on a black shield woven over her chest, and the same device showed on the buckle of her silver-chain belt; it carried a rosary of worked coral and crucifix opposite a dagger.

Saba returned with two small glasses of applejack. Ingolf smiled at her, lifted his and tasted cautiously. It was potent but made from good mash, light-crushed and well strained, and aged a couple of years, just right for sipping liquor.

"Who are those?" he said quietly, nodding to the group as her father bustled over to them.

VIPs, he decided by himself.

Tom Bra

"The big fella with the bright hair particularly," he said.

One of the men was in a kilt and was about Ingolf's own height, six-one or a little more; a bit lighter than his own one ninety, he estimated, but not much. Broad shouldered and long-limbed, well muscled but moving like a racehorse, looking like he was about to leap even when completely still. And strikingly handsome in a way that was almost beautiful without being in the least pretty, down to a cleft in the square chin.

"Oh, that's Rudi Mackenzie," Saba said, with the tolerant tone of a woman towards a younger man she'd known when he was just hitting his teens. "The Chief's kid."

Ingolf's eyes flicked to look at hands and wrists, the way the young man held himself and moved. And at the scars that showed when a sleeve of his saffron yellow shirt of linsey-woolsey fell back from a muscular fore arm; there was another along the angle of his jaw. He looked young-probably looked younger than he was; the well-to do didn't age as fast as ordinary folk-but formidable.

"That's not just a kid," he said. "That's a fighting man. And a very dangerous one, or I miss my bet."

"Well, yes. He fought with Raen… and very well, by all accounts. Took that cut on his face pulling my man out of the water with a Haida trying to spear him, but it was too late."

"He's your bossman's son? The heir?"

"Our Chief's a woman," Saba said. "Juniper Mackenzie, herself herself. But he's her son, right enough-and her tanist."

At his inquiring glance: "A tanist is… sort of an un derstudy. His father was Mike Havel-Lord Bear, some called him, the head of the Bearkiller Outfit, over west of the river. The twins are Havel's kids too, Rudi's half sisters; their mother's Signe Havel.. . He fathered Rudi with the Chief before he married Signe."

"Yeah, there's a family resemblance," Ingolf noted.

High cheekbones and slanted eyes; a trace of Injun there, he thought. The man's eyes were a light change able gray-blue-green, the girls' the bright blue of corn flowers; his hair was worn shoulder-length and there was a strong tinge of copper red in its yellow curls. He looked as if he laughed a lot; right now he was gri

"Greetings to the Mackenzie!" Bra

"Hey, Tom, I'm not the Mackenzie," the young man-Rudi-said, shaking his hand; that lilting accent of Saba's was stronger still with him. "My mother is the Mackenzie. I'm just a Mackenzie, like you and the rest, to be sure."

"You're just a clansman, and I'm the Horned Lord come in the flesh," Bra

"Well, you are, " Rudi pointed out.

"Only in the Circle," Bra

Ingolf looked a question over at the i

"Oh," Ingolf said. And I'm not going to ask more about that until I know my way around! he thought.

"You're not staying at Raven House?" Bra

"Nah, Mom and Sir Nigel and the infants are in, and some guests from overseas, and a whole lot of other people from Dun Juniper, so we just dumped the hunting gear there, said hello, and came on over. You mind putting us all up? The girls can share a room if it's tight, and you can put me and Odard in another."

"You snore, Rudi," the other man in the party said; that must be Odard.

He was dressed like the brown-haired woman in T-TUNIC, shirt and pants; his were of beautifully woven dark blue cloth embroidered around the neck and hem with gold, but there was a circle on his chest with what looked like a Chinese symbol in it-Ingolf knew enough to recognize them. He went on with the air of a man making a concession:

"You could chivalrously sleep here on the floor by the hearth and give your room to the Princess. It would be more suitable to her state to have one all to herself."

"I'm not sharing with you, Odard," the brown-haired woman said, pointing a finger.

"Oh, of course not, Your Highness," the man said smoothly. "I said all to yourself, didn't I?"

"Then you'd have to sleep on the floor too, Odard." Rudi gri

"No, no, you sleep in front of the hearth, Rudi, and I'll share with the twins."

"And then you wake up, Odard," one of the siblings said.

Her sister just snorted; they both looked down their noses at him-about half-serious, Ingolf thought.

"No, plenty for you and the princess and your friends to have one each," Bra