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looked into them – into a year of horror, slavery, beatings and rapes, degradation. ‘I ask for revenge – for my father and brothers, for my sisters who died under them.’
    Melitta rose. ‘Astis, you have suffered, and we will discuss your revenge, but this is not a matter for the assembly. I cannot offer a single judgement on this, the way I might on the murder of one man by another. If we are to punish these Parni, it would require the agreement of a dozen clan leaders. But when we meet, I will ask you to speak.’
    A hundred heartbeats later, in the relative privacy of her own tent, she turned on Scopasis.
    ‘Why was I not warned?’ she asked. ‘This is a matter for all the Assagetae!’
    Scopasis shrugged. ‘A woman was taken in a raid,’ he said. ‘These things happen.’
    ‘Artemis! Gentle lady, deadly archer – Scopasis, are you a fool? This is not a simple abduction. That woman has been used – brutally. And not by some tribal youngling with a delusion of power – this is some clan about which we know nothing, attacking our high-plains farmers!’
    Thyrsis pushed into the tent behind Scopasis. Melitta’s main tent space was big enough for four men on horseback. She waved her hand automatically, inviting him to sit. ‘Wine for my guests,’ she said to her servants. She and her brother had outlawed slavery in the city of Tanais – but the Assagetae had paid no attention at all. They had slaves, especially after a successful war.
    ‘Pardon me, lady,’ Thyrsis said.
    ‘And you!’ she turned on him. ‘If he’s a fool, you’re two fools – once for not warning me in advance, and again for not sending her to Tanais.’
    Scopasis was angry, she could see that. No man enjoys being called a fool in front of a rival. But Thyrsis bore her anger easily.
    ‘Lady, this woman presented herself to me just yesterday, when I came into the camp. She travelled far to the north, and came among us with the Standing Horses, even though she is one of ours. And she is from far to the east, lady – I’m not even sure that she can claim to be one of our people, except that her father served with Temerix – and I did not even know that until she brought the smith to me this morning. Then this one,’ Thyrsis pointed at Scopasis, ‘told me that it was a matter of little moment, and that you would deal with it in due time.’
    Melitta turned on Scopasis. He shrugged. ‘I was wrong, it appears. I cannot always be correct.’
    Melitta drew breath to speak her mind – and all but bit her tongue. The Lady of the Assagetae was not the same person as Melitta, lover of Scopasis, nor yet again the same person as the warrior Smells Like Death. In Assagetae terms, these were different people who shared her body – a belief that would have angered Aristotle, she thought. Regardless, if she unleashed her rage on Scopasis—
    ‘We will talk of this later,’ she said. ‘In the meantime, you can best serve me by summoning the clan leaders.’
    The Tanja was the largest in years – so most of her clan leaders were readily available. Parshevaelt of the Cruel Hands, with Kairax, were close by, and came to her tent before the wine was poured. Urvara’s daughter Listra Red-Hand was just sixteen – but Urvara had inherited the Grass Cats from her father at a young age, and Listra had already killed men in battle, led the great hunts for which her people were famous and was undisputed lady of the clan.
    The lords of the Silent Wolves and the Hungry Crows were harder to find, and were less her men. Their clans had come late to the great fight at Tanais River – perhaps due to some treachery, and perhaps not. Her decision to give them only small shares of the spoils had been popular with her other clans – but not with them.
    And in truth, clans came and went from the great tribes such as the Assagetae in the same way that warriors came and went from clans. The People of Ataelus now numbered more Sauromatae than Assagetae –