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Updated: June 6, 2025
He looked at her steadily for several seconds, then rose and came around the Bench to stand in front of her, gesturing to one of the bystanders. "Da, Glavniy?" the w'woman who approached said. "Speak English," Killian said. "Contact the Miklos for me, please, and tell him that a serious question of custom has arisen that must be dealt with immediately.
If their chief won't help, just keep going until we find one who will." "A good choice." The w'woman dialed the bedside phone, obviously a familiar combination, then spoke to the warrior who answered in High War Speech.
You should be starting to feel the aftereffects of the energine, so Meara, our senior w'woman, will care for you until you wake and when you are recovered enough, we will have a party to welcome you into Alanna, the warrior caste, and the ranks of those who wear honor-black." He smiled, and Dana could almost feel the lightening of the clan's mood.
He might have been able to get away with lying to another w'woman, but the lady Morna could tell whether by looking or by some form of Talent almost to the day how long a warrior had been using anti-need medications. And she didn't approve of them being used any longer than was absolutely necessary. "I thought so. Are you going to be around long enough for me to give you a natural release?"
"Good afternoon, Dana," the w'woman said. "I am Mona, a warriors'-woman of Clan Lewies and your doctor. How do you feel?" "Better than I would've thought possible when the warrior Garvey found me," Dana said. "Thanks for everything you've done for me." "My pleasure," the w'woman said.
The w'woman started to speak, but before she'd said more than a few words, Killian frowned and interrupted with a question. She answered with a "Da, Glavniy," then there was a brief conversation Killian closed with a decisive statement. The w'woman stepped aside, and Dana found herself confronting the image of a stern-faced clan-chief.
For the moment, at least, she was too stunned to be really afraid. She turned to the w'woman. "Lady can you help me?" "Help you how?" the w'woman asked. "To do what's needed except that I don't know what is needed!" She hesitated. "I mean . . . I've been dismissed, but he said I haven't done anything wrong!" The w'woman shook her head slowly. "Nothing like this has ever happened before.
She had tried to live by Sandeman custom; she couldn't change that now, simply because it became . . . inconvenient. "You're right, of course. But I can't do it myself right now, and I don't have a clan-chief to help me." The w'woman looked at her with what seemed to Dana like approval. "Perhaps a clan-chief can be found for you." "I'd . . . appreciate that."
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