THE SHATTERED CHAIN
A Darkover Novel
Marion Zimmer Bradley
THE OATH OF THE FREE AMAZONS
From this day forth, I renounce the right to marry save as a freemate. No man shall bind me in catenas and I will dwell in no man’s household as a barragana.
I swear that I am prepared to defend myself by force if I am attacked by force, and that I shall turn to no man for protection.
From this day forth I swear I shall never again be known by the name of any man, be he father, guardian, lover or husband, but simply and solely as the daughter of my mother.
From this day forth I swear I will give myself to no man save in my own time and season and of my own free will, at my own desire; I will never earn my bread as the object of any man’s lust
From this day forth I swear I will bear no child to any man save for my own pleasure and at my own time and choice; I will bear no child to any man for house or heritage, clan or inheritance, pride or posterity; I swear that I alone will determine rearing and fosterage of any child I bear, without regard to any man’s place, position or pride.
From this day forth I renounce allegiance to any family, clan, household, warden or liege lord, and take oath that I owe allegiance only to the laws of the land as a free citizen must; to the kingdom, the crown and the Gods.
I shall appeal to no man as of right, for protection, support or succor: but shall owe allegiance only to my oath-mother, to my sisters in the Guild and to my employer for the season of my employment.
And I further swear that the members of the Guild of Free Amazons shall be to me, each and every one, as my mother, my sister or my daughter, born of one blood with me, and that no woman sealed by oath to the Guild shall appeal to me in vain.
From this moment, I swear to obey all the laws of the Guild of Free Amazons and any lawful command of my oath-mother, the Guild members or my elected leader for the season of my employment. And if I betray any secret of the Guild, or prove false to my oath, then I shall submit myself to the Guild-mothers for such discipline as they shall choose; and if I fail, then may every woman’s hand turn against me, let them slay me like an animal and consign my body unburied to corruption and my soul to the mercy of the Goddess.
DEDICATION:
PART I: ROHANA ARDAIS, Comynara
PART II: MAGDA LORNE, Terran Agent
PART III: JAELLE n’ha MELORA, Free Amazon
For Tracy in return for telling me the joke about the spaceman, the leronis, and the three Dry-Towners.
Twelve years elapse between the first part and the second.
Part I
ROHANA ARDAIS,
Comynara
Chapter
ONE
Night was lowering across the Dry Towns, hesitating as if, at this season, the great red sun was reluctant to set. Liriel and Kyrrdis, pale in the lingering daylight, swung low over the walls of Shainsa.
Inside the gates, at the outskirts of the great windswept marketplace, a little band of travelers were making camp, unsaddling their mounts and off-loading their pack animals.
There were no more than seven or eight of them, and all were garbed in the hooded cloaks and the heavy tunics and riding breeches of the mountain country, the faraway land of the Seven Domains. It was hot in the desert lands of Shainsa, at this hour when the sun still burned with some force, but the travelers still wore their hooded cloaks; and though every one of them was armed with knife and dagger, not one of the travelers carried a sword.
This was enough to alert the crowd of Dry-Town loafers, hanging around to watch the strangers pitch camp, to what they were. When one, sweating under the weight of laden saddlebags, slung back hood and cloak to reveal a small shapely head, with dark hair close-cropped as no man-or woman-of Domains or Dry Towns ever wore it, the hecklers began to collect. So little goes on, ordinarily, in Dry-Town streets, that the watchers behaved as if the arrival of the strangers were a free show arranged for their benefit, and they all felt free to comment on the performance.
“Hey, there, come have a look at this! Free Amazons, they are, from the Domains!”
“Shameless bitches, that’s what they are, runnin’ around like that with no man to own to ‘em! I’d run the lot out of Shainsa before they corrupt our decent wives and daughters!”
“What’s the matter, Hayat, you can’t keep hold of your own wives? Mine, now, they wouldn’t run loose for all the gold of the Domains. … If I tried to cut ‘em loose they’d come back cryin’, they know when they’re well off-”
The Amazons heard the remarks, but they had been warned and were prepared for this; they went quietly about the business of making camp, as if their observers were invisible and unspeaking. Emboldened by this, the Dry-Town men came closer, and the jokes flew, free and ribald; and now some of them were addressed directly to the women.
“Got everything, haven’t you, girls-swords, knives, horses, everything except what it takes!”
One of the women flushed and turned, opening her lips as if to reply; the leader of the group, a tall, slender, swift-moving woman, turned to her and said something, urgently, in a low voice; the woman lowered her eyes and turned back to the tent-pegs she was driving into the coarse sand.
One of the Dry-Town idlers, witnessing the little exchange, approached the leader, muttering suggestively: “Got your girls all right under your thumb, haven’t you, then? Why not leave ‘em alone and come along with me? I could teach you things you never dreamed about-”
The woman turned, pushing back her hood to reveal, beneath graying close-cropped hair, the gaunt, pleasant face of a woman in middle years. She said in a light, clearly audible voice, “I learned everything you could possibly teach me long before you were housebroken, animal. And as for dreams, I have nightmares like everybody else, but thanks be to the Gods, I’ve always waked up so far.”
The bystanders guffawed. “One in the eye for you, Merach!” Now that they had turned their jokes on one another instead of on the women, the little band of Free Amazons went quickly about the business of setting camp: a booth, evidently for buying or selling, a couple of sleeping tents and a shelter to guard their mountain-bred horses against the fierce and unaccustomed sun of the Dry Towns.
One of the onlookers came forward; the women tensed against further insult, but he only asked politely enough: “May one inquire your business here, vahi domnis?” His accent was thick, and the woman addressed looked blank; but the leader understood, and answered for her: “We have come to sell leather goods from the Domains; saddles, harness and leather clothing. We will be here for trading at daylight tomorrow; you are all invited to come and do business with us.”
A man in the crowd yelled, “There’s only one thing I’d ever buy from women!”
“Buy it, hell! Make them pay for it!”
“Hey, lady, you going to sell them britches you’re wearing so you can dress like a woman?”
The Free Amazon ignored the jeers. The man who had come to question her said, “Can we direct you to any entertainment in the city this night? Or”-he hesitated, looked appraisingly at her, and added-“entertain you ourselves?”
She said with a faint smile, “No, thank you very much,” and turned away. One of the younger women said in a low, indignant voice, “I had no idea it was going to be like this! And you thanked him, Kindra! I’d have kicked his dirty teeth down his throat!”
Kindra smiled and patted the other’s arm soothingly. “Why, hard words break no bones, Devra. He made an offer with such politeness as was in him, and I answered him the same. Next to these”-she swept the crowd of loafers with an ironic gray glance-“he was the soul of courtesy.”
“Kindra, are we really going to trade wit
h these gre’zuin?”
Kindra frowned faintly at the obscenity. “Why, yes, of course. We must have some reason for staying here, and Jalak may not return for days. If we have no apparent business here, we will be prime objects for suspicion. Not trade? What are you wearing for a head, today? Think, child!”
She moved on to a woman who was piling saddlebags within the shelter, asking in an undertone, “No sign yet of Nira?”
“None so far.” The woman addressed glanced uneasily around, as if fearful of being overheard. She spoke pure casta, the language of the aristocrats from Thendara and the plains of Valeron. “No doubt she’ll seek us out after nightfall. She would have small liking for running the gauntlet of these folk; and for anyone dressed as a man to enter our camp openly and unchallenged-”
“True,” Kindra said, looking at their watchers. “And she is no stranger to the Dry Towns. Yet I cannot help being a little fearful. It goes against the grain to send any of my women in man’s dress, yet it was her only safety here.”
“In man’s dress…” The woman repeated the words as if she felt she must have misunderstood the other’s language. “Why, do you not all wear man’s dress, Kindra?”
Kindra said, “Here you betray only your ignorance of our customs, Lady Rohana; I beg you to keep your voice low when we might be overheard. Do you truly believe I wear man’s dress?” She sounded affronted, and the Lady Rohana said quickly, “I meant no offense, believe me, Kindra. But your dress is certainly not that of a woman-not, at least, a woman of the Domains.”
Deference and annoyance mingled in the Free Amazon’s voice as she said, “I have no leisure now to explain to you all the customs and rules of our Guild, Lady Rohana. For now, it is enough-” She broke off at another outbreak of guffaws from the bystanders. Devra and another of the Free Amazons were leading their saddle horses toward the common well at the center of the marketplace. One of them paid the watering fee in the copper rings that passed as currency anywhere east of Carthon, while the other led the animals to the trough. As she returned to help Devra with the watering, one of the idlers in the crowd laid hands on her waist, pulling her roughly against him.
“Hey, pretty, why don’t you leave these bitches and come along with me? I’ve got plenty to show you, and I’ll bet you never-eeyah!” His words broke off in a howl of rage and pain; the woman had whipped a dagger from its sheath, slashing swiftly upward, laying open his filthy and tattered clothing to expose bare, unhealthy flesh, a line of red creeping upward along the quarter-inch-deep slash from lower belly to collarbone. He stumbled back, staggering, falling into the dust; the woman gave him a contemptuous kick with one sandaled foot, saying in a low, fierce voice, “Take yourself off, bre’sui! Or next time I’ll spill your guts, and your cuyones with ‘em! Now get the hell out of here, you filthy bastards, or you won’t be fit for anything but selling for he-whores in the Ardcarran bordellos!”
The man’s friends dragged him away, still moaning more with shock than pain. Kindra strode toward the woman, who was wiping her knife. She raised her eyes, grinning with innocent pride at how well she had defended herself. Kindra slapped the knife out of her hand.
“Damn you, Gwennis! Now you’ve made us all conspicuous! Your pride in knife-play could cost us our mission! When I asked for volunteers on this trip, I wanted women, not spoiled children!”
Gwennis’ eyes filled with tears. She was no more than a girl, fifteen or sixteen. She said, her voice shaking, “I am sorry, Kindra. What should I have done? Should I have let the filthy gre’zu paw me?”
“Do you really think you were in danger, here in daylight and before so many? You could have freed yourself without bloodshed and made him look ridiculous, without ever drawing your knife. Your skills were taught you to guard against real danger of rape or wounding, Gwennis, not to protect your pride. It is only men who must play games of kihar, my daughter; it is beneath the dignity of a Free Amazon.” She picked up the knife where it had fallen in the dust, wiping the remnant of blood from the blade. “If I return it to you, can you keep it where it belongs until it is needed?”
Gwennis lowered her head and muttered, “I swear it.”
Kindra handed it to her, saying gently, “It will be needed soon enough, breda.” She laid an arm around the girl’s shoulders for an instant, adding, “I know it is difficult, Gwennis. But remember that our mission is more important than these stupid annoyances.”
She left the women to finish the watering, noticing with a grim smile that the crowd of idle watchers had evaporated as if by magic. Gwennis deserved every harsh word I gave her. But I am still glad she rid us of those creatures!
The sun sank behind the low hills, and the small moons began to climb the sky. The square was deserted for a while, then some of the Dry-Town women, wrapped in their cumbersome skirts and veils, began to drift into the marketplace to buy water from the common well, moving, each of them, with the small metallic clash of chains. By Dry-Town custom, each woman’s hands were fettered with a metal bracelet on each wrist; the bracelets were connected with a long chain, passed through a metal loop on her belt, so that if the woman moved either hand, the other was drawn up tight against the loop at her waist.
The Free Amazon camp was filled with a smell of cooking from their small fires; some of the Dry-Town women came close and stared at the strange women with curiosity and contempt: their cropped hair, their rough mannish garb, their unbound hands, breeches and low sandals. The Amazons, conscious of their stares, returned the gaze with equal curiosity, not unmingled with pity. The woman called Rohana finally could bear no more; leaving her almost-untouched plate, she got to her feet and went into the tent she shared with Kindra. After a moment the Amazon leader followed her inside, saying in surprise, “But you have eaten nothing, my Lady. May I serve you, then?”
“I am not hungry,” said Rohana, stifled. She put back her hood, revealing, in the dim light, hair of the flame-red color that marked her a member of the telepath caste of the Comyn: the caste that had ruled the Seven Domains from time unknown and unknowable. It had been cropped short, indeed, but nothing could conceal its color, and Kindra frowned as the Comyn woman went on:
“The sight of those women has destroyed my appetite; I feel too sick to swallow. How can you endure to watch it, Kindra, you who make so much of freedom for women?”
Kindra said with a slight shrug, “I feel no very great sympathy for them. Any single one of them could be free if she chose. If they wish to suffer chains rather than lose the attentions of their men, or be different from their mothers and sisters, I shall not waste my pity on them, far less lose sleep or appetite. They endure their captivity as you of the Domains, Lady, endure yours; and, truth to tell I see no very great difference between you. They are, perhaps, more honest, for they admit to their chains and make no pretense of freedom; while yours are invisible-but they are as great a weight upon you.”
Rohana’s pale face flushed with anger. She said, “Then I wonder you ever agreed to this mission! Was it only to earn your pay?”
“There was that, of course,” Kindra said, unruffled. “I am a mercenary soldier; within reason, I go where I am hired to go, and do what I am best paid to do. But there is more,” she added in a gentler tone. “The Lady Melora, your kinswoman, did not connive at her own captivity, nor choose her form of servitude. As I understand what you told me, Jalak of Shainsa-may his manhood wither!-fell upon her escort, slew her guards, and carried her away by force; wishing, for revenge or sheer lust of cruelty, to keep a leronis of the Comyn enslaved and captive as his wife-or his concubine, I am not certain.”
“In the Dry Towns there seems no great difference,” said the Lady Rohana bitterly, and Kindra nodded. “I see no very great difference anywhere, vai domna, but I do not expect you to agree with me. Be that as it may, Lady Melora was carried away into a slavery she had not chosen, and her surviving kinsmen could not, or did not, choose to avenge her.”
“There were those who tried,”
Rohana said, her voice shaking. Her face was almost invisible in the darkened tent, but there were tears in her roughened voice. “They vanished without trace, until the third; he was my father’s youngest son, my half-brother; and had been Melora’s foster-brother, reared as her playmate.”
“That tale I have heard; Jalak sent back the ring he wore still on his fingers,” Kindra said, “and boasted he would do so, and more, to any other who came to avenge her. But that was ten years ago, Lady, and if I were in the Lady Melora’s slippers, I would not have lived to endanger any more of my kinfolk. If she has dwelled for twelve years in Jalak’s household, surely she cannot be in any great need, by now, of rescue. By this time, one would imagine she must be resigned to her fate.”
Rohana’s pale face stained with color. “So in truth we believed,” she said. “Cassilda pity me, I, too, reproached her in thought, wishing her dead rather than living on in Jalak’s house as a shame to us all.”
“Yet you are here now,” Kindra said, and although it was not a question, Lady Rohana answered. “You know what I am: leronis, Tower-trained; a telepath.
Melora and I dwelt together, as young girls, in the Dalereuth Tower. Neither of us chose to remain life-long, but before I left the Tower to marry, our minds were joined; we learned to reach one another’s thoughts. Then came her tragedy. In the years between, I had indeed all but forgotten; learned to think of Melora as dead, or at least gone far beyond my reach, far, far beyond my touch or my thoughts. Then-it was not more than forty days ago-Melora came to me across the distances; came to me in thought, as we had learned to do when we were little maidens in the Tower at Dalereuth. …”
Her voice was distant, strange; Kindra knew that the red-haired woman was no longer speaking to her, but to a memory; a commitment. “I hardly knew her,” Rohana said,” she had changed so greatly. Resigned to her place as Jalak’s consort and captive? No; simply unwilling to cause”-Rohana’s voice faltered-“more death and torment; I learned then that my brother, her foster-brother, had been tortured to death before her eyes, as a warning lest she seek rescue. … “