“Two left,” Marcus commented.

“They can do it three times?”

Joden nodded, gesturing off to one of the other groups. “Looks like Prest took a full hit to the head.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Keir. The ehat he faced was fully aroused now, stamping, and spraying out at anything that moved. I watched as everyone was sprayed, including Keir. As soon as it was certain that the animal had exhausted its supply, the riders moved off, away from camp.

“Normally, they’ll not bring that stink to camp,” Marcus replied to my questioning look. “They’d find a place to rub in the dirt and use crushed grasses on their skin and the horses. It takes the worst off.”

“Oh, the poor horses.”

“They’re better off than the warriors. The stink doesn’t seem to cling to horsehide as bad.”

“What about water? Soap?”

Joden joined in. “Water seems to make it worse. After a few hours, the dirt and grasses absorb it, and then they’ll bathe.”

“But this is not a normal hunt.” Marcus pointed off where Keir and the other musk teams had gathered. “They’d not miss this.”

“Who would?” Joden agreed. “Simus will rage that he missed this.”

“The kill teams are moving in.” Marcus pointed, standing up, and waving to let Ander and Yveni know they could join us.

We’d crawled up the rise so as not to spook the prey, but that wasn’t a worry now. I stood with Joden and watched as the next teams swooped in, full armored, and bearing lances. Two of the ehats seemed to realize the danger, and were trying to move closer to each other, but the teams were heading them off. Their musk might be gone, but those horns were still wickedly sharp, and the ehats weren’t afraid to use them.

“Any down yet?” Ander asked as he and Yveni joined us.

“Not yet,” Joden responded. “But I think that far one is going down.”

I looked to see the animal staggering, and the riders crying out as it fell.

“A quick kill,” Marcus said. “Thanks to the skies.”

Yveni came to stand behind me, looking out at the land behind us. She and Ander were taking turns, watching the hunt and our backs. Even here, even now, they didn’t let down their guard. They shifted, so that she could see. “Good. The faster the kill, the less risk to one of ours.”

Joden grunted, but never took his eyes off the scene before us. He was intent, trying to see it all. I knew he would remember it all, and wondered how he’d capture all of this in a song.

The air filled with the cries of warriors and the bellows of wounded ehats. Two more went down, leaving the last ehat, the one closest to us, still standing. “What is Iften playing at?” Marcus grumbled.

He was right, Iften was in the lead on this ehat. The animal was stamping, bellowing and using short charges to fend off the riders. I watched as Iften came around, a lance in his hand, aiming for the beast’s head.

“He wants an eye shot,” Joden noted absently.

“He cares more for his personal glory over the good of warriors,” Marcus snapped.

I held my breath as Iften rose in the saddle, raising the lance, headed right for the head. He threw up his hand, brandishing the lance—and dropped it.

There were gasps all around me as Iften fell back into the saddle, his arm cradled in front of him. But the ehat didn’t hesitate. It swung its head hard, and its horn caught both Iften and his horse, throwing them both in a tangle far into the grass. The ehat bellowed its triumph, and swung again, trying to catch another rider.

“They’ll lose it,” predicted Joden, as the riders on the team changed their tactics, interposing to keep the ehat from trampling Iften. But that gave the ehat a way out, and it turned to flee. “If it runs, it will be miles before it stops.”

I heard the cry first, a warbling that rang in the ears. It was Keir, racing in on the black, headed straight for the ehat. I held my breath in horror, he had no weapon or armor. What was he thinking?

But the cry had put new fire in the team, and they surged forward toward the animal, to try to cut if off. One warrior broke off and met Keir, tossing him a lance in mid-gallop.

“He’ll try for it.” Marcus spoke in satisfaction.

Goddess, he was going to do it. My mouth dried as he raced closer and closer to the beast, coming up from behind, under the horn. He seemed to rear up, the lance high, and then he threw. The lance pierced the ehat’s chest, just behind the leg.

“Lung hit,” Ander announced with satisfaction. Marcus and Joden both grunted in agreement.

The ehat took a step, another, staggered, and then dropped in its tracks.

A great shout arose, the cheering of all the warriors.

Warriors were leaping in the air, shouting and dancing. They were giddy with their success. I shouted too, sharing their exhilaration and relief. But I was made even happier by the sight of Keir heading our way, riding his horse with graceful lopes toward us.

Until the wind shifted.

I am a healer, used to the sights and smells of corrupted and sick bodies. There wasn’t any putrid substance that I hadn’t dealt with before. Still, I didn’t dare risk another breath. I’d empty my stomach for sure.

Yveni stood next to me, and leaned into my ear. “It means much, when one greets a lover covered in ehat musk with a kiss,” she said.

Mentally I rolled my eyes, and wondered if I could make this so called ‘sacrifice’.

Everyone else drifted back as Keir came closer, even my guards. Not that I could blame them. The stench was horrific. As he got closer, I could see the yellow globs all over him, and his poor black horse. I frowned. It looked like the musk had thickened in the air. What was that stuff?

“Warprize!” Keir shouted, laughing and smiling. His poor eyes were streaming tears, as were mine. He pulled to a stop in front of me, and leaned down. Goddess help me, who could resist? I stood on tiptoe and kissed the man. His mouth was warm and salty and tasted of musk: I dropped down in haste, breaking the kiss.

Keir sat back up, breathing hard. His eyes sparkled with a deep, satisfied look. He laughed at Marcus and Joden and gestured out where the hunters danced around their kill and celebrated. “You must sing of this, Joden!”

“No one tells a Singer how to craft a song, Warlord,” Joden chided him. “But this is a once in a lifetime sight.”

Keir nodded, but his smile had dimmed slightly. “If not for me, Joden, then for them. They deserve to hear it sung.”

“There is truth in that.” Joden nodded his agreement.

“The truth that needs to be told is that you stink, Warlord.” Marcus grimaced. “Be off with you!”

Keir laughed. He would have turned the horse away, but I spoke up first. “Wait.” I fumbled in my satchel, looking for an empty pot. “I want some of that musk.”

There was a collective groan from everyone around me.

We’d returned to camp, but Keir had been sent off to cleanse himself. I now had a small sample of the musk sealed in a pot and wrapped in leathers. If I couldn’t figure out a use for it, I bet Eln could. Would that I could be there when he got his first whiff.

The camp was preparing for a party, with large fire pits for roasting and the grass in various places being trampled down for dancing. Drums and rattles were emerging from packs, and there was an air of happi ness and excitement. Everyone was digging out streamers or scarves to add to their armor.

Marcus had laid out the infamous red dress for me to wear. Infamous at least in Xy, since that was the color worn by ladies of questionable morals. I’d worn it in the Throne room of the Castle of Water’s Fall, and been insulted as a result. An insult that Keir had avenged with one swift stroke of his sword. But here, on the Plains, this red dress meant something different and I put it on with pleasure. It promised to be a night of celebration of both the return to the Plains and the four-ehat hunt.