Lahn’s arm around the middle of my back tensed. Then Diandra translated his, “What?”
“He was not breathing. She executed some maneuver she said she learned in her land and expelled a piece of meat he was choking on.
If she had not done that, my son would not have lived to serve his Horde,” the man explained and I felt Lahn’s eyes on me.
“Is this true?” he asked and I looked up at him.
“It was nothing,” I said softly and Diandra translated then kept doing it when words flew from the warrior’s mouth.
“I do not agree, my queen, that it was nothing for my son lives today instead of being prepared for his pyre,” the man stated and I looked from Lahn to him.
“Uh –” I mumbled.
Diandra didn’t translate my mumble but did translate his words.
“I serve my king, I serve my Horde and before yesterday, as was my duty, I served my new queen. Now, my debt to you will never be paid. My family stands strong. My wife does not peek from under the veil of mourning. We have our time with him before he leaves us to take the paint. Gods willing, he will live to gather his own bounty and spill his seed in his wife to guarantee the future of The Horde, as I have done and my father did before me. This is not nothing, this is everything, my queen, and when you owe everything, it is a debt that cannot be repaid.”
Um…” I whispered, “okay.”
“But, even so, with Dax Lahn’s consent, I offer you a gift,” he stated then opened up the box and I blinked as the sun flashed on the gleaming silver and jewels.
Then I stared with my mouth hanging open.
It was a dagger made of perfect, shining silver the hilt covered completely in jewels. These were not rough hewn but perfectly crafted so their brilliance reflected everywhere. There were emeralds and sapphires, in abundance, but there were also diamonds and not a small amount of those either. It was not small, it was not large but just the number and size of the jewels made it obviously valuable and the craftsmanship, even from someone like me who knew nothing about it, could not be denied. In my world, the thing would be worth tens of thousands of dollars. Maybe hundreds of thousands.
Holy crap!
I looked at him and started, “I can’t –” but he (and thus Diandra) talked over me.
“The silver and jewels were pulled from deep within Korwahk, but the artisan who created this is from your land. It is Valearian and it signifies our queen, once of the Vale, now Korwahk, forever bound together to create beauty.”
That was so beautiful (albeit untrue) that tears sprang to my eyes and I whispered, “It was just the Heimlich maneuver. Seriously. A lot of people from my, uh… land know how to do it.”
“It is not just anything, my true golden queen,” he retorted.
Lahn spoke softly on a squeeze of my back and Diandra translated, “Quiet your protests, my doe, and take the dagger. You do Bohtan a dishonor by hesitating.”
Quickly, my hands came up, Bohtan placed the box in them and I blinked the tears away as I looked up at him.
“I… I don’t know what to say,” I whispered, Diandra translated my words and his reply.
“Say nothing, my queen, except that you will grace our cham in future, make my wife laugh and do it casually as you did even just hours after you saved our son’s life.”
“I, uh… okay,” I replied, his serious face melted and he smiled at me.
I smiled back.
Then he looked at Lahn and jerked up his chin with a, “Kah Dax,”
turned and strode away. I watched him reach Nahka who was stopped some feet away and swing his son up into his muscular arms, attach him to his hip, throw his other arm around Nahka and guide her away. She looked back and waved as did her son. I waved in return.
Narinda remained rooted to the spot, staring at me and I was about to mouth something to her before I heard Lahn bark and my body started. I started paying attention to my immediate surroundings and saw The Eunuch was close and clearly had been there awhile, he had something to say too and he was biding his time to speak.
But his eyes dashed to me twice in the brief time mine rested on him and something about that struck me as wrong.
Before I could put a finger on it, he spoke and Diandra translated.
“The Daxshee is nearly dismantled, King Lahn, we ride in an hour.”
“Dohno,” Lahn muttered on a jerk of his chin, The Eunuch inclined his head and his eyes darted to me yet again before he turned and moved quickly away. I lost sight of him when Lahn curved me into his front again, both arms around me and I looked up to him as he spoke and Diandra interpreted. “We ride soon under a sun that still holds heat. Will you be all right on Zephyr or do you need cover?”
“Zephyr,” I replied instantly, ignoring the fact that he was being solicitous and therefore sweet.
Lahn went on after a squeeze of his arms. “My tigress, the pink in your skin has turned to honey but the sun will beat for four to five hours yet before losing its strength. I do not wish you to have another turn.”
“I’ll be fine,” I assured him and I would. Late afternoon sunshine was a lot different than sitting in it all day, I now had an enforced base tan and anyway, I had to do something about these whacked out tan lines. I hadn’t seen myself but I had to look like a freak.
“This is a promise?” he pushed and I locked eyes with him.
“It is a promise, my king, I will be fine, ” I stated and his jaw clenched.
Then he muttered, “Nahna Dax.”
Your king. Not just Lahn.
He didn’t like that, I could tell.
Whatever.
