razorsedge

by Lisanne Norman

  She leaned forward, looking critically at the carcass. “The wild animals on Keiss hardly count as rhakla,” she said. “But it is as clean a kill. Won’t it affect the herds when so many bucks are being slaughtered?”

  “No. We use the festival to cull them. Only the ones we want to be hunted are released from their winter pens,” he said, hefting the carcass over his shoulder again and beginning to walk over to Ghyan and the visiting acolyte.

  Ghyan waited till all their little group were gathered before murmuring the ritual thanks and blessing. That done, they went to the tables where the heads were removed and given to the runners who then disappeared into the night with them.

  As they walked back to the hall, Carrie asked, “Are the heads used to frighten the demons again?”

  “Not this time. We put them on the stakes to ensure the herds and the land are fruitful in this new year.”

  Carrie gently nudged him, drawing his attention to Kitra and Dzaka who were walking in front of them. “He’s so serious, isn’t he? The last time he did this must have been for Nnya, his dead mate.”

  “This means a lot to him,” said Kusac. “Like most of the Brothers, he’s not publicly demonstrative, but he is genuinely fond of my sister, though.”

  “I get the feeling that it means more to him than just making her first hunt something special.”

  Kusac laughed gently. “Still building a life for them? We’ll see. I don’t know that either of them is ready for a deep commitment yet.”

  *

  Later that night, Kashini safely abed with her nurse, Carrie was able to enjoy herself. After they’d all eaten, in the company of Taizia and Rhyasha, she wandered through the hall meeting and talking to the various community leaders on the main estate. They stopped to exchange greetings with the Human archaeologists, deciding to remain when they realized Pam Southgate, their leader, was absent, having gone to the Terran enclave at the Telepath Guild for the duration of the festival.

  Through the babble of chatter, gradually Carrie realized she could hear the sounds of the drums again. Looking round, she saw the hall was beginning to empty.

  Taizia leaned forward to pat her hand. “Come on, you must see this,” she said. “It’s the dance of thanks for a successful hunt. Now we’ll see all the newly promoted males falling over themselves to attract the females! It’s fun seeing who pairs off with whom.”

  “It’s cold outside, Taizia. I’d rather stay here,” Carrie said.

  “Come on,” said her bond-sister, getting to her feet. “You’re going to see this. You’ll enjoy it once you’re out there. It isn’t as cold as you think.”

  As she allowed herself to be dragged outside to the circle, Carrie reached mentally for Kusac. Finding him preoccupied, she turned her attention back to what Tazia was saying.

  “We’ll stand by the fire, so you’ll stay warm, never fear,” she said, drawing her close to one of the smaller fires.

  The night was illuminated by the glow not only from the main fire ahead of them, but from the dozen smaller fires that ringed the dancing circle.

  The music, as Rhyasha had said, was subtly different. So were the dancers. The tempo was deep and fast, making not only the ground but the very air seem to vibrate to its sound. Firelight flickered off the dancers, casting their bodies and costumes into an ever-changing swirling pattern of dark and light. Around them all, like a mantle of black velvet, the night seemed to enclose watchers and dancers alike in a world dominated by the rhythmic beat of the drums.

  Sparks from the fires flickering up into the night air were counterpointed by the flash of the mirrors in the costumes. Beneath the swirling beat could be heard the sharp, clear sound of the tiny decorative bells as the dancers leaped and twirled among each other, somehow managing to avoid collisions.

  Carrie could feel the night come alive with the sexual tension generated by the minds of the young males in the circle. Now was their time, their chance, to impress and attract the females. The beat changed, becoming softer, more seductive, drawing a response from the audience of females. She could feel it touch her, make her heart beat faster, and realized that like everyone present, she was beginning to sway in time with the music.

  Can you feel it? sent Taizia, holding onto her arm, face aglow with pleasure. You must be able to!

  What? asked Carrie, wrapping her arms around her body as she felt this new awareness slowly building in her mind. Then it began to spill throughout her body, awakening all her senses, leaving her tingling with anticipation.

  That! Our collective response to the males! Look how they show off!

  She was right. Those nearest the edge of the circle were leaping as high as they could, the fur on their bodies bushed out till they looked twice their normal size.

  They look terrifying, sent Carrie, a shiver of fear— and more— running through her. I’ve never seen them like this before, not even in a Challenge!

  Wonderful, isn’t it? From the feel of it, I’d say it’s going to be a fruitful year for the Clans, too!

  Suddenly, in response to some unspoken signal, the dancers broke out from the circle and began to pace toward the watchers as the drumbeat died down to a low throbbing sound. There was a collective sigh from the females as the males seemed to melt into the crowd.

  Look, one’s approaching Ruth! Taizia pointed to where the Human female was hastily trying to back away from a dancer. It’s Rulla, it has to be!

  Then the dancer removed his mask, catching hold of the woman by the arm.

  There you are! I knew he’d approach her! Do you think she’ll have him?

  It looks like he’s insisting too much, replied Carrie, concerned for her.

  Don’t worry, we have marshals. They’ll pick up anyone who’s genuinely distressed. The males know this and wouldn’t risk the dishonor they’d face.

  So engrossed was she in watching Ruth, who was now standing listening to Rulla pleading his cause, that when a hand touched her shoulder and she turned to face a dancer, she gave a gasp of fear. She began to back away but found Taizia standing behind her, holding her firmly.

  What are you doing? You must at least listen to him.

  The thought came into her mind that this male wanted only an embrace from her.

  See? He isn’t compromising you, he only wants to hold you for a moment.

  I’m not interested! she sent, trying to twist her arm free from Taizia’s grip. Where’s Kusac?

  An embrace, Carrie! Let him have one, then he’ll go, Taizia sent persuasively. I’m here, no harm can come to you.

  Why’s he doing this? He must know who I am! Let me go, Taizia! I told you, I’m not interested!

  The dancer held out his hands and stepped forward, cocking his head questioningly on one side.

  Carrie looked into the mask of one of Shola’s feral felines. That isn’t a hunt mask.

  They wear different ones for this dance. Come on, Carrie, what’s an embrace going to cost you?

  She couldn’t look away now— she felt drawn to him. He had to be familiar to her, yet there was nothing she could actually recognize about him. No one who didn’t know her personally would dare to approach her, the new co-Leader of the En’Shalla Clan— especially with her life-mate’s sister beside her. She could hear his breathing begin to slow after his exertions, see his pelt begin to lie flat again, but his body lost none of its tension as he waited for her response.

  He was tall, and dark pelted, but in the flickering glow cast by the fires, that meant nothing. His scent was hidden beneath the smell of wood smoke, damp fur, and the animal skins he wore. Around his waist was a belt from which hung strips of soft leather decorated with beads and tiny mirrored circles. Interspersed between them were strips of fur into which tiny bells had been fixed. His wrists wore broad bands with similar decorations. Without realizing it, she found her hands were within his.

  Good for you! sent Taizia, her mental tone an amused purr as she stepped back from them.


  As if in a daze, she felt herself being drawn closer till she rested against his damp pelt, then her hands were released as his arms folded around her and he bent to rest his chin on her shoulder. She felt him lift one arm to remove his mask, then her head was cupped in his hand and his face was against hers as he began to gently nuzzle her cheek.

  At his touch, memories from the past began to rise, and she remembered the first time Kusac had held her back on Keiss. His fur had been damp then. Her body stirred, senses that had been asleep since she’d had her cub awakening again. A wave of desire swept through her as the male’s teeth gently closed on her cheek and his tonguetip touched her skin.

  Involuntarily, her hands went to his waist and as she held him, a familiar magic returned.

  It is you! she sent, her hands tightening in his pelt. That was a mean trick to play on me!

  Not so, Kusac replied, his mouth now finding hers. You admired the dancers this morning. I wanted to surprise you, that’s all.

  You certainly did. She relaxed against him, too swept up in their shared sensations to argue. She could feel his heart beating faster now, feel a desire as strong as her own rising in him. We shouldn’t be here. Our Link’s started.

  I know. Slowly they parted, then he bent to lift her in his arms. “Are you wearing the new damper Vanna and Garras gifted to us this evening?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then we can try them out tonight.” He looked over to where his sister now stood with her mate. “Taizia, Meral, thank you for watching her for me,” he said.

  “Go,” she said. “I can feel you both from here! And switch on those dampers now!” she called after them.

  *

  From the doorway to the banquet hall, Konis, Rhyasha and Sub-Lieutenant Myak stood watching.

  “Who’d have thought they’d both be so constant after all they’ve been through?” said Konis. “And we have a granddaughter as well. Harvests ripen in the strangest of fields.”

  “I knew it would work out,” said Rhyasha, linking arms with him. “I know our son, and I had faith in the Gods.”

  “Hmm. What about you, Myak?” asked Konis as they threaded their way through the tables back to the inner hearth. “Or will you give me more of the bland platitudes you used back when they turned up on the Khalossa?”

  “I felt there was more at work than just the whim of an adolescent male,” said Myak. “They needed to be given a chance. As for the rest, I merely followed orders, Master Konis.”

  “Aye, but whose orders? You have as many links as the Brotherhood!”

  Myak looked reproachfully at him. “You appointed me to be an aide to Commander Raguul. I merely do that to the best of my ability, Clan Lord.”

  “Don’t tease him, Konis,” said Rhyasha, taking hold of Myak with her other arm. “The past is gone now. We all played the parts we had to, and all has come out well. Let’s leave it at that. More wine, Myak?” she asked as they reached their seats.

  *

  “Where d’you think you’re taking me?” Carrie asked, sitting up in his arms. “I’m not going to some cave tonight!”

  “Absolutely not,” he agreed. “There’s a small garden shelter nearby— you’d call it a summer house— which I made ready for tonight. With these new dampers on, we don’t need to change our plans. And,” he said, stepping over a low hedge, “if there’s anyone near enough to be affected, they’ll enjoy tonight even more!”

  “What’s with this carrying me everywhere?” she asked. “I can walk, you know. In fact, Vanna says I can join you at the Warriors Guild in a couple of weeks.”

  He stopped dead and set her down on her feet— in snow almost a foot deep.

  She shrieked as the damp coldness instantly soaked the lightweight shoes she was wearing. “Kusac!”

  “What? You wanted to walk.”

  “You know I can’t walk in snow dressed like this!”

  “Would you like me to carry you?” he asked, grinning.

  “Yes, please,” she said between gritted teeth, determined not to let him hear them chattering with the cold.

  He lifted her up and began walking again.

  “You’re getting too sure of yourself,” she said as he stopped in front of the summer house.

  “Will you open the door, or shall I put you down again and do it myself?”

  She leaned forward, pressing her hand on the palm lock. The door slid open, spilling warm air out around them. As they stepped inside, it shut behind them, leaving them standing in the gentle glow cast by the heating unit. On the floor, a wide sleeping pallet covered with cushions and rugs almost filled the main room.

  As Kusac set her down, she looked around. “I thought from what you said we were roughing it.”

  “Time enough for that on Jalna. This is Nylam’s night, let’s enjoy it,” he said, helping her off with her cloak. “Sit down, and I’ll see to your shoes.”

  Carrie lowered herself onto the cushions, making sure she kept her wet feet off the bedding. While she adjusted the setting on her personal damper, Kusac knelt beside her and began to pull off her shoes.

  “What about you?” she asked as he began to rub her feet gently with his hands. “Your feet are bare and you walked all the way here.”

  “I’m used to it. Wearing shoes like you would seem stranger. Better?” Lifting her foot, he began to gently lick her instep with the smooth tip of his tongue.

  “Hey! That tickles,” she said indignantly, trying to pull free.

  “I decided to start with your feet tonight,” he said, his voice a velvet purr.

  “Idiot,” she murmured, relaxing back against the cushions as he began to lick her ankle. She could feel their Link drawing them closer again, bringing them shared sensations. Already the distinction between her and him was beginning to blur.

  *

  Her skin was soft and cool, tasting faintly of honey. He pushed her robe farther up, letting his teeth and tongue gently find the softness and warmth of her calves then her thighs, feeling her begin to tremble as her body came alive under his touch. He stretched out beside her, finding her arms waiting to hold him close. She’d already undone her robe and he pushed it aside, his mouth covering her throat in a reaffirmation of his love for her. He felt her need for him flare deep in her belly, the fire leaping out from her to surge through him too. In one almost painful spasm, he was ready for her.

  He tugged the rest of her robe open, lifting her free of it and tossing it aside. I want to hold you, he sent, covering her face in flicks of his tongue and tiny bites as her arms closed round him, pulling his body close.

  Wherever he touched her, it was as if an electric current passed between them, focusing all her awareness there. His hand caressed her neck, his tongue and teeth following, drawing a river of fire through her. Moments after his mouth closed on her breast, for the space of a heartbeat, he stilled.

  I forgot, he sent, lifting his head, but she drew him down again.

  It feels good. She could feel his response, the shock of possibly breaking an unknown taboo of hers, if not his peoples’. No. Tonight is ours, she sent, arching her body against his as her hand clenched in his hair. You know I’m no longer feeding our cub. She felt herself begin to fragment, to merge with him.

  This is like the first time, they thought as their joined minds spiraled upward taking their bodies with them until they were one.

  *

  Afterward, Kusac reached for the edge of the blanket and pulled it across them both, drawing Carrie back against the curve of his body. Lazily he licked the back of her ear as she pressed herself closer to him.

  “Welcome back,” he murmured.

  “Welcome back yourself,” she said sleepily. “Was that us or the dance?”

  “Probably a bit of both,” he said. “It’s more intense for our Clan because we’re telepaths.”

  “I can see why you pack all the younglings off under supervision before the dancing starts.”

  “Tonight was particula
rly strong. I don’t remember it being so compulsive before,” he murmured. “But then, last time I didn’t have a Leska who was my life-mate.” His teeth closed briefly on her ear lobe. “I think we should sleep, unless…”

  His only answer was her gentle breathing.

  *

  The next morning, Jissoh came to their villa to speak to Carrie. Only because it touched on Mara did she agree to speak to her on their Link day.

  “Last night, Mara was with one of the Humans from the digging,” said Jissoh. “I followed them, but I didn’t get a close enough look to identify him. They didn’t stay talking for long.”

  “You’re sure it was one of the archaeologists?”

  She nodded. “Yes, Clan Leader. One of the males.”

  Carrie tapped her fingers on her chair arm in an unconscious Sholan gesture. “Continue watching her. Ask Garras to appoint someone to keep an eye on the Human males. Let’s see if she meets up with him today. It’s the last day of the festival, their last chance to meet inconspicuously.”

  “Yes, Clan Leader.”

  *

  Sorli sighed to himself as he began packing the last of his possession into his bag. This was not going as he’d hoped. He’d been here for nearly two hours now, and not a word, not a mental touch from the Guild Master. He’d gone to the library first to collect his books, thinking that perhaps Master Esken might prefer a more public meeting. Finished there, he went to the classroom, then his study. Now here he was in his living quarters with his packing almost complete.

  He didn’t want to initiate a meeting himself because to do so would be backing down from his stance that Esken should accept the changes gracefully since the alternative was unthinkable. But what was he to do if Esken didn’t come to him? Then he felt it; the Master’s presence. Collecting his thoughts behind his shielding, he waited.

  A tap on the open door, then Esken stood inside. “Thank the Gods you’re back, Sorli! I’ve need of your counsel,” he said, coming into the room. “Did you enjoy the festivals? We had the Terrans visiting ours on the last two days. The first they spent celebrating the birth of their own God.”

  “I spent it at the Chekoi estate, with my betrothed’s family,” said Sorli, continuing to fold his clothes and place them in the bag.