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to follow him.
Peysho's loyal companion was scrappy as a gutter rat and quick with his hands. The serpent-worshipping Morturii were famous for two things: the making of weapons and the making of magic. The latter Liall discounted, having no belief in magic and having seen too many charlatans in Morturii passing themselves off as sorcerers, but he had seen the truth of the former. Morturii have the knack of handling 57
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blades, even their females, and Kio was an artist with them.
Liall had seen him launch a dagger at an insect with casual ease and hit a target he might have made once in a lifetime.
In Kio's hands, a kitchen knife became a whirling circle of death. The housewife had not known her peril.
Peysho's yurt was warm, and his women, two Minh half-bloods and an ample-bosomed, tattooed Chrj, were busy arranging furs and serving him wine and hot soup. When Kio entered behind Liall, the women finished their work quickly and left, knowing Peysho was in good hands and probably relieved of the fact. Truly, there was not much more for women to do in a Kasiri camp than cook and clean and please a man in other ways. As atya, Liall would have welcomed the chance to increase the Longspur krait's number by taking in a woman or two from Lysia, but Hilurin women tended not to stray far from either home or convention, which was a pity.
He settled down on a heap of furs and Kio poured a mug of bitterbeer for Liall and one of wine for Peysho. Kio shivered as he threw off his cloak and gloves and huddled near the iron brazier, rubbing his hands over the small flames. Liall caught Peysho watching his lover, Kio, and noted with some interest how Kio's eyes were glittering gold in the light, and how the fire pulled reddish sparks from his oak-leaf hair.
"Take a cup for yerself," Peysho scolded Kio. "Get some heat in yer blood 'fore yer lungs take a chill."
Kio, never a man of many words, rolled his eyes and reached to help himself to Peysho's own cup. Peysho grinned at the familiarity, for though the two had shared a yurt for as long as Liall had known them, Kio was invariably aloof to 58
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by Kirby Crow
Peysho in public: a matter of upbringing, perhaps. Morturii held strange notions regarding men and their habits. There was little shame attached to physical affection between Morturii males, but for the one who took on the passive role in that relationship, the man who allowed himself to be penetrated and otherwise treated as a woman, there could be grave consequences. They had never spoken of it, but Liall was shrewd enough to recognize that Peysho and Kio were fleeing from something in their shared past.
Ah well, matters were different everywhere. As in Byzantur, so in Morturii, and in Minh and in the north continent where he had been born and which common men still believe is a fairy tale, for no land could be locked in ice and darkness for half the year and its people still survive.
Surely only beasts lived there and not men, if it was real at all.
Kio handed him a mug of soup. It was a thick broth with chunks of meat and tubers, savory with some expensive spice, probably taken in trade for a toll. Peysho's six women, who he dubbed his ehgli , or wives, were diligent with the quality of his food and often lavishly extravagant of Peysho's care. They would do well to, since he was a generous husband as far as Kasiri went, and he treated them with detached kindness and his demands were few and he had no other use for them. Morturii men took only one wife at a time, but Kasiri had no such law, and Peysho seemed to take delight in seeing how far he could stretch the privilege.
Liall sipped at his mug and mused how it was ill that the approaching storm would keep his camp indoors and 59
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by Kirby Crow
separate. Not that he had ever been especially sociable with his nomads, but he liked to watch them drink
Peysho's loyal companion was scrappy as a gutter rat and quick with his hands. The serpent-worshipping Morturii were famous for two things: the making of weapons and the making of magic. The latter Liall discounted, having no belief in magic and having seen too many charlatans in Morturii passing themselves off as sorcerers, but he had seen the truth of the former. Morturii have the knack of handling 57
Scarlet and the White Wolf--Book One
by Kirby Crow
blades, even their females, and Kio was an artist with them.
Liall had seen him launch a dagger at an insect with casual ease and hit a target he might have made once in a lifetime.
In Kio's hands, a kitchen knife became a whirling circle of death. The housewife had not known her peril.
Peysho's yurt was warm, and his women, two Minh half-bloods and an ample-bosomed, tattooed Chrj, were busy arranging furs and serving him wine and hot soup. When Kio entered behind Liall, the women finished their work quickly and left, knowing Peysho was in good hands and probably relieved of the fact. Truly, there was not much more for women to do in a Kasiri camp than cook and clean and please a man in other ways. As atya, Liall would have welcomed the chance to increase the Longspur krait's number by taking in a woman or two from Lysia, but Hilurin women tended not to stray far from either home or convention, which was a pity.
He settled down on a heap of furs and Kio poured a mug of bitterbeer for Liall and one of wine for Peysho. Kio shivered as he threw off his cloak and gloves and huddled near the iron brazier, rubbing his hands over the small flames. Liall caught Peysho watching his lover, Kio, and noted with some interest how Kio's eyes were glittering gold in the light, and how the fire pulled reddish sparks from his oak-leaf hair.
"Take a cup for yerself," Peysho scolded Kio. "Get some heat in yer blood 'fore yer lungs take a chill."
Kio, never a man of many words, rolled his eyes and reached to help himself to Peysho's own cup. Peysho grinned at the familiarity, for though the two had shared a yurt for as long as Liall had known them, Kio was invariably aloof to 58
Scarlet and the White Wolf--Book One
by Kirby Crow
Peysho in public: a matter of upbringing, perhaps. Morturii held strange notions regarding men and their habits. There was little shame attached to physical affection between Morturii males, but for the one who took on the passive role in that relationship, the man who allowed himself to be penetrated and otherwise treated as a woman, there could be grave consequences. They had never spoken of it, but Liall was shrewd enough to recognize that Peysho and Kio were fleeing from something in their shared past.
Ah well, matters were different everywhere. As in Byzantur, so in Morturii, and in Minh and in the north continent where he had been born and which common men still believe is a fairy tale, for no land could be locked in ice and darkness for half the year and its people still survive.
Surely only beasts lived there and not men, if it was real at all.
Kio handed him a mug of soup. It was a thick broth with chunks of meat and tubers, savory with some expensive spice, probably taken in trade for a toll. Peysho's six women, who he dubbed his ehgli , or wives, were diligent with the quality of his food and often lavishly extravagant of Peysho's care. They would do well to, since he was a generous husband as far as Kasiri went, and he treated them with detached kindness and his demands were few and he had no other use for them. Morturii men took only one wife at a time, but Kasiri had no such law, and Peysho seemed to take delight in seeing how far he could stretch the privilege.
Liall sipped at his mug and mused how it was ill that the approaching storm would keep his camp indoors and 59
Scarlet and the White Wolf--Book One
by Kirby Crow
separate. Not that he had ever been especially sociable with his nomads, but he liked to watch them drink
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