Alberich smothered a rejoindering sneer from Jehan by saying lazily, “The women among the Pastless ride into battle some times with their men. They carry long knives. There is no greater fear for a wounded man.”
Vay flicked a glance at him from averted eyes, unsure whether this constituted support.
It didn’t.
“They are barbarians.” Alberich said, and went mute again. He appeared, as usual, entirely ready to say nothing more for the rest of the evening.
Vay gathered up her, well, courage. “Sire–then you will say it is not a matter of courage.”
“Is it any less dangerous to bear a child? This thing that you do for love alone?”
Riders of Skaith 