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Delicate flesh tore and parted.
“Gods!” I whispered in awe, seeing the infant’s head crown. I put my hand beneath it to support it as it emerged, first the head, then the narrow shoulders following. “Stone and sea!”
Checheg hissed between her teeth.
All in a rush, the infant slithered loose from her body, tethered by a pulsing cord. I caught it in my hands, gasping with wonder.
“You’ve got to turn it upside down so it can breathe,” Grandmother Yue counseled, hovering over my shoulder.
Carefully, so carefully, I tilted the tiny, slippery creature so its head was lower than its miniscule feet. It drew a choked, soggy breath, and made a bubbling sound. Mucus and fluids sputtered and drooled from its mouth and nostrils. It drew another breath, and squalled. It was a healthy sound.
I laughed out loud.
Checheg opened her eyes and smiled wearily. With cloth boiled in the water Sarangerel had brought, I wiped the babe clean of blood and birth fluids, then wrapped it in the cleanest dry woolens I’d been able to find.
“Boy or girl?” Checheg whispered, reaching out feebly with both arms.
“Girl. ” Gauging the length of the birthing cord, I set the swaddled babe on her belly.
“I’m glad,” Sarangerel announced, seeming not in the least unnerved by the entire process. “I wanted a sister. ”
“Well, that’s done, all but the messy afterward bit. ” Grandmother Yue gave a mighty yawn. “I’m off for a nap. Keep them warm. Wait for the rest to come out before you tie and cut the cord, you hear?”
I nodded. “Yes, Grandmother. Thank you. ”
While I waited for the messy afterward bit, I draped more warm blankets over Checheg, checking beneath them when she grimaced in the throes of a secondary contraction. For the most part, she reclined against the pillows looking tired and peaceful, her thick coat unbuttoned beneath the blankets as she coaxed the babe to nurse. Sarangerel cuddled against her mother’s side, peering at her new baby sister with fascination.
I gazed at them, filled with complex emotions.
“Why do you look sad, Moirin?” Checheg asked me, her voice soft with concern and exhaustion. “You did well. I have never known a birth so easy. ”
“Oh…. . ” I smiled, knowing there was a shadow of sorrow in it I could not hide. “Yes, today is a day for joy,” I said, choosing my words with care. “Only I am thinking of my Queen very far away. She was with child. She was afraid of this day when her time came. She did not want me to leave. I wanted to be there for her. ”
Checheg understood. “And instead you are here for me. ” She cradled the back of her babe’s head with one hand, summoning a sweet, tired smile. “But now you see there was nothing to fear. I am sure it was so for your Queen. ”
“I hope so. ” Although I had underestimated her before, I could not imagine Jehanne facing the ordeal of childbirth with the same calm, steady courage.
“You will see. ” Checheg closed her eyes. “I will be sorry when you leave. All of us will. ” Her voice took on a dreamy tone. “But you will find your legendary peasant-boy, and together you will return to faraway Terre d’Ange with its white walls and great palaces, and forests growing beneath glass pavilions, and there you will find that all is well with this Queen of whom you are so very fond. ”
I had not spoken of my role as Jehanne’s companion, since it was foreign to Tatar customs. Now I flushed, suspecting I was not as good at concealing my feelings as I thought.
“By then her baby will be as big as my little brother Mongke,” Sarangerel added. “Already making trouble!”
It was a charming thought.
I wondered if Jehanne’s child, boy or girl, had inherited its mother’s mercurial temper or its father’s sense of grave resolve. Secretly, I hoped it was the former. And I gazed at the babe in Checheg’s arms, hoping she inherited a measure of her mother’s innate kindness; hoping she would come of age in a time of peace, and need not believe that to live was to suffer.
Like as not, I would never know. But I could pray for it.
The babe stirred in its mother’s arms.
I reached out to stroke her tender cheek with one finger. “Welcome to the world, little one. ”
TEN
They named the baby girl Bayar, which meant joy.
“It was your idea, Moirin,” Checheg said to me, eyes dancing. “Remember? When she was born, you said it was a day for joy. ”
“I remember,” I said, touched.
Grandmother Yue chewed her lips. “Too bad it wasn’t a boy. ”
Batu smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I do not mind. I like daughters, too. ”
Life settled into a new rhythm in the ger. Having been trained by Checheg during my first month among the Tatars, I took on her duties, letting her rest, recover her strength, and nurse the babe while I saw to the daily preparation of tea and food, ladling it out at meal-times in the correct order of precedence.
Days passed, one by one.
Betimes, I grew restless and stifled, the felt walls and dried-dung smoke of the ger closing in on me until it was hard to breathe. When it happened, Checheg was sensitive to it. She would rise from her pallet, Bayar cradled in one arm, and tilt her head toward the door in an implicit command.
I went.
Outdoors, I could breathe. I sucked the achingly cold air deep into my lungs, breathing out plumes of frost.
I took part in surreptitious horse-races arranged by the young men of the tribe, marveling at how their sure-footed shaggy ponies were able to outpace my proud gelding Ember, an Emperor’s gift. Since the strained foreleg Ember had sustained on our journey had healed entirely, I had no excuse. The Tatars were incredible horsemen.
I helped herd the cattle, who listened to me; and the sheep, who did not.
I took part in archery challenges, shooting at tiny, distant targets.
There, I more than held my own, to which the young men responded with a surprised and begrudging respect.
“No one shoots as well as us,” Temur said to me, his cheeks ruddy with the cold and his habitual embarrassment. “Maybe you are part Tatar, Moirin. ”
“Mayhap,” I agreed. “My people remember coming from very far away long ago when the world was covered with ice. But we followed the Great Bear Herself, and there are no bears here. ”
The young men conferred.
“Not here, no,” Temur said. “But there are bears elsewhere in Tatar lands. ” He nodded to himself. “It must be so. Otherwise, you would not be so skilled with a bow. ”
I lost track of the days, each much like the next. When I had been some months among the Tatars, there was a ceremony to celebrate the New Year. With unwonted shyness, Checheg presented me with a vibrant blue silk scarf.
“I have seen these. ” I remembered seeing similar scarves fluttering from the wooden cairn. “It is special?”
She nodded. “It is the symbol of the sky. Today, it means you are kin. ”
“I am honored,” I said sincerely. “But I have no gift to give in turn. ”
Checheg shook her head. “It is not required. ”
“Wait. ” Remembering the dwindling store of Imperial generosity I carried, I rummaged in my packs and found a beautiful sash of celadon silk embroidered with birds and vivid pink peonies. “Maybe it is not tradition, but I would like you to have it. ”
She hesitated. “It is too nice. ”
“No, no. ” I pressed it into her hands. “Please, take it. ”
For three days, we celebrated the New Year with feasting and well-wishes. On the night of the third day, a great bonfire was built outdoors and a table set forth with incense and ritual offering bowls of food and water.
Bundled in layers of felt and wool, I watched the fire burn, sending sparks into the night sky. Overhead, the stars shone brightly.
Somewhere
in the not-too-distant west, the other half of my diadh-anam shone, too. I wondered if Bao stood beneath these same stars, watching a similar bonfire. I wondered, as I often did, what in the name of all that was sacred was going through his mind.
The festival marked the first new moon after the point of midwinter, and I felt my blood begin to quicken as the days grew longer.
I struggled for patience, which had never been my strong suit. Oh, in some ways I had the knack of it. I could be patient with animals and children. I could be patient in enduring the foibles of people for whom I cared. It had served me well with Jehanne’s temper and Snow Tiger’s proud reserve, and it had served me badly with Raphael’s ambition.
But in matters of desire, I had always been impulsive; and with the slow, inevitable coming of spring, desire was rising in me.
It made me more restless than usual, until Checheg began dismissing me from the ger more often than not.
“You are like a wild thing caged,” she scolded me. “Go, go!”
When there were no chores with which I could assist outdoors, I would saddle Ember or Coal and ride as far as I dared, always ranging westward, always feeling the incessant pull of my diadh-anam.
Alone, I would summon the twilight. It was one of the only things that soothed me. In the dusky, shimmering half-light, time’s slow passage did not seem so onerous, and distance did not seem to matter so much.
I thought of the dragon, content to regard his own silvery coils reflected endlessly in a mirror, in a river, in my own dark pupils.
The dragon had counseled patience.
You are very young, he had said to me. Live. Learn. Love.
I was trying.
To be sure, I was grateful for what I learned of love, kindness, and hospitality amidst Batu’s family. They were lessons I took to heart. Were I to start a family of my own one day, I would remember them. I regretted nothing of my own upbringing, but I did not have my mother’s taste for solitude. I yearned for connection.
Day by day, I endured.
At last, spring came. It came slowly and tentatively, but it came. The frozen ground began to thaw. Murmuring grass shook itself awake, sending out tender new shoots. Cattle, sheep, and horses grazed gratefully, nibbling it to the sod’s quick.
One day, I awoke to the knowledge that Bao was on the move. I could sense his presence moving away from me.
“Batu!” I said in distress. “General Arslan…. . his camp, I think they must be moving. Is it not time we went, too?”
“Soon. ” Batu gripped my elbows, hard. His gentle eyes gazed into mine with unwonted intensity. “They go to their spring pastures. Here, it is not time yet. Soon. Wait. Do not wish ill upon my herds with your haste. The gathering of the tribes will come. ”
I bowed my head. “I wish your herds to prosper. ”
He smiled. “Thank you. ”
I waited and waited—and gods! Waited. At last, it was time to move the camp to our spring pastures, a week’s ride away. The felt gers, which had come to seem such substantial man-made structures to me, were dismantled and taken down easily, packed for transport in a matter of hours.
We moved.
Save for the fact that the grasslands were not overgrazed, there was little to distinguish the new campsite from the old. We followed the twisting, shallow river that was our source of water.
We established a new camp.
It went up as swiftly as it had been taken down. But my impatience continued unabated, for Bao had moved, too, and I was no closer to him than I had been before.
I very nearly struck out on my own. Only Sarangerel’s tears persuaded me to wait for the gathering of the tribes.
For as much as I thought I might strangle on my own ever-growing impatience, I survived. And when the day came that Batu and a handful of others made ready to set out for the gathering, I found myself in tears, too. Checheg, Grandmother Yue, Sarangerel, little Mongke, and the baby Bayar—all would be staying behind. Blushing Temur, too—left in charge as the eldest male. I embraced them all, suddenly reluctant to say farewell to them.
I gave away two of my last three jade bangles, keeping only the translucent green bracelet the hue of the dragon’s pool. The pale, spotted bangle of leopard jade, I gave to Sarangerel, knowing it was her favorite. I gave a bangle of lavender jade to Checheg in keeping for Bayar, whom I had helped deliver.
“Moirin, you cannot keep giving valuable things away!” Checheg protested. “You are a long way from home, and you may need them. ”
I touched the blue silk scarf draped around my neck. “You have given me more valuable gifts, Checheg. ”
“We did but honor the laws of hospitality,” she said stubbornly.
I smiled through my tears. “No. You offered me kinship. That is a great deal more. ”
She sighed and gave me a hard, fierce hug. “You are a very strange girl. ”
I laughed. “You are not the first person to tell me this. ”
When there were no more good-byes to be said, Batu gave the command to mount and ride.
Once again, I was leaving behind people I had come to care for. As grateful as I was to answer the relentless call of my diadh-anam, it hurt, too. Mayhap Checheg was right and I would come to regret it, but for now, I was glad I had given away such gifts as I had. They left behind a trail of mementos among the lives that had touched mine. Whether they knew it or not, Bao’s sister Song’s story was linked to my young friend Sarangerel’s.
It pleased me to think on it. And I had kept the tokens that were the most important to me.
I had my dragon-pool bangle—and another gift from Snow Tiger, a dagger with an ivory hilt carved in the shape of a dragon. I had the Imperial jade medallion. I had the squares of cloth that Bao’s mother and sister had embroidered.
I had the blue silk scarf Checheg had given me.
Somewhere in the depths of my battered canvas satchel, I had a crystal bottle of perfume that had been Jehanne’s parting gift.