tiswin.
âNemeth and Zeil are settled?â he asked.
Racharran nodded, his face a moment dark.
Yazte chuckled and said, âChakthi watched their going like some bile-ridden buffalo, then announced them banished from the Tachyn. Ach, it was a sight to savor, his black face.â
Morrhyn essayed a smile, not wishing to offend.
âWe spoke of the Grannach,â Racharran said.
Yazte said, âOf their absence.â
Morrhyn felt a fresh prickling of doubt. The Stone Folk attended the Matakwa each year, coming down from their high caves and secret tunnels to trade their metalwork with the Peopleâhad since first the clans came to Ket-Ta-Witkoâbut the Meeting Ground had been filled for three days now and usually the Grannach would have appeared on the first. That they had not seemed to the wakanisha a further confirmation that all was not well. Lacking any explanation of their absence, he only shrugged.
âWhen shall you hold Dream Council?â Racharran asked.
âOnce Rannach and Arrhyna are wed,â Morrhyn replied. âWhen shall that be?â
âIâd see her parentsâ horses safe,â Racharran said, âand then announce the wedding. The horses tomorrow, the wedding the next day?â
âYes.â Morrhyn stifled a sigh and took the pitcher, filling his cup. Perhaps tiswin would still his fear a little. âYouâll feast them?â
âModestly,â Racharran said. âIâd not see my sonâs pride too swollen, nor seem to flaunt the thing in Chakthiâs face.â
âThatâs wise,â the wakanisha said. âAnd perhaps the Grannach shall be here by then.â
âIâd throw a great feast,â Yazte declared, laughing, âand make a point of inviting Chakthi and Vachyr.â He paused, still laughing. âOr perhaps a point of
not
inviting them.â
Morrhyn thought the akaman had taken his fair share and more of the tiswin. Racharran said, âI shall invite Chakthi and Hadduthâit should be insult otherwise.â
Yazte snorted, but Kahteney nodded approvingly. Morrhyn said, âMight you not ask Juh to arrange it? Will Chakthi listen to anyone, it must be him. And does Chakthi accept, then it must surely be a step toward settling these differences.â
âThat should be a wise move, I thinkâif it works,â Racharran said soberly.
âI am outvoted, then,â said Yazte, reaching for the pitcher. âBut I tell you, that sour face will spoil my appetite.â
Racharran reached out to grasp the Lakantiâs wrist. âDoes he accept, my friend, then I ask that you bear that spoiling. I charge you to curb your tongue and not give him cause for further offence.â
âMe?â Yazteâs eyes rounded and he slapped a hand to his chest in mockery of innocence. âOffend Chakthi, me?â
âYes,â Racharran said. âHave I your word?â
Yazteâs lips pursed as if he contemplated the matter, then he shrugged. âIt shall be hard, but yes. Iâd not see your sonâs wedding feast spoiled. Though â¦â His smile grew broader. âI think Chakthiâs presence shall not improve it much.â
Racharran said, âPerhaps not; but peace between us shall.â
The morning of the wedding dawned fine. The sun lit the pinnacle of the Makerâs Mountain as if in blessing, and when Morrhyn emerged from his lodge he perceived no ill omensâsave, perhaps, that he had again dreamed of the fire-footed horse and its blank-eyed rider. Nor was he comforted by the continued absence of the Grannach, and as he bathed he cast his eyes toward the mountains, hoping all the time to see the Stone Folk coming.
He was disappointed, and struggled to shake off pessimism as he returned to his tent to dress in his finest buckskins, readying for the ceremony.
Such affairs were conducted simply by the People, thought the Commacht lodges