"High. Lady. Placida." Isana spoke into the silence, putting a ringing emphasis onto each word, her voice rolling across the frozen landscape and rebounding from the distant Shieldwall. "You will put your weapon on the ground and dismiss your fury at once."
Aria tilted her head at a dangerous angle, her eyes focused on one of the largest of the chieftains assembled there. "Isana-"
Isana took two strides to Aria and slapped her smartly across one cheek.
Lady Placida all but convulsed in surprise, overbalanced, and fell on her rump in the snow.
"Look at me," Isana said in a hard, calm voice.
Aria was already staring at her with rather wide eyes. It occurred to Isana that it was entirely possible that no one had spoken in such a tone to the High Lady since before her adolescence.
"We are here on a mission of peace, High Lady. You will immediately desist from your efforts to turn my introduction to the principals of a foreign nation into a bloodbath." She lifted her chin, and said, "Dismiss. Your. Fury."
The little fire falcon vanished in a hiccup of smoke.
"Thank you," Isana said. "Now put your sword on the ground."
Aria gave the assembled chiefs a quick glance, then flushed and did so. "Of course, my Lady."
"Thank you. Araris?"
Isana turned to find that Araris, his sword already thrust point first into the snow, was standing with a folded handkerchief at the ready. He calmly pressed it to her cheek as he said, "You're bleeding."
The tingling on Isana's cheek turned to pain as the cloth touched it. She winced. She'd had no idea that the weapon had been that sharp. "Ah," she said, taking the cloth and holding it against the cut. "Thank you."
Araris nodded once and turned to offer his hand to Lady Placida, helping her up from the snow.
Isana turned back to the Icemen and walked over to face Sunset again. She calmly lowered the bloodied cloth, and felt a slow warmth spread down her cheek. She very deliberately allowed her discomfort and annoyance to show on her face and in her bearing and stared at Sunset.
The older chieftain turned his gaze on Red Waters, and Isana felt a sudden, uncomfortably sharp spike of disapproval. Red Waters evidently felt it even more intensely than Isana had. He swayed slightly under the force of it and took a step back to stand beside Big Shoulders again, radiating a mild sense of chagrin. Amusement flowed around the circle of Icemen.
The Icemen, Isana realized, had just had their own version of the scene that had played out between her and Aria. Sunset had slapped Red Waters down-and the entire time, they never spoke. They hardly moved.
On an impulse, Isana opened her cloak and spread her hands, demonstrating that she was obviously carrying no weapons.
Sunset studied her for a moment, then nodded and passed his bone club over to Big Shoulders. Then he offered her his enormous, shaggy, claw-tipped hand.
Isana laid her own into it without hesitation, exactly as she would to convey her sincerity to another watercrafter. Whatever empathic sense the Icemen used, however it was done, it was obviously just as formidable as her own abilities, even though different. She wasn't afraid that Sunset would harm her. The level of emotional control he had exhibited in conveying his displeasure to Red Waters was humbling.
His enormous hand enfolded hers gently, the claws never touching her skin. The Iceman watched her, expressionlessly.
"I have come here to seek peace between our peoples," Isana said, allowing her feelings to flow down her hand and into Sunset's grasp. She felt a brief urge to giggle. It was entirely possible that the Aleran arrogance that Doroga had warned her about was in play again. What made her suppose that she would be able to hide her emotions from the Iceman?
Sunset took a deep breath and bowed his head. A brief tide of emotion washed over Isana, every bit of it as real to her as if it was her own; grief, mainly, a sense of loss and regret that had grown to maturity over slow years. But mixed with it was fierce exaltation, weary relief-and tiny, painfully intense sparkles of hope.
"At last," Sunset said aloud. "Your people send a peace-chief."
Isana felt tears washing down her face, stinging painfully as they entered the cut on her cheek. She nodded mutely.
"This will not be easy," Sunset told her. "Too much..." A surge of anger hit her, Sunset's own, though it was under his control. The gentle grasp of his hand never wavered. "Too much..." He flashed another emotion at her: suspicion, and more than that-the expectation of betrayal.
"Yes," Isana said quietly. "But it is necessary."
"Because of the enemy attacking you," Sunset said calmly. "We know."
Isana stared at him for a moment. "You... you do?"
He nodded. "For three years, we have pressed you here, hoping that the enemy would weaken your people in the south. Force you to send your Wall-guardians there to defend your food lands and that your folk would follow and leave us in peace."
And suddenly, Isana understood the attacks of the Icemen of recent years-why the winter storms and howling hordes had always arrived at precisely the correct time to pin the Legions of the north in place. Many folk, she knew, had feared collusion between the Icemen and the Canim-but it had been neither a mindless assault nor a sinister plot. It had been part of a considered campaign.
"That enemy has changed," Isana said. "You do not know this."
"One enemy or another." Sunset shrugged. "It is of little matter to us."
Doroga spoke for the first time. "It should be. Listen to her."
"The foe that comes against us now is not a nation. It does not seek land or control. It is here only to destroy utterly anything that is not itself. It has attacked us without warning, hesitation, or mercy. It will not speak with us of peace. It slaughters innocents and warriors alike-and it will do so to any other than itself whom it meets."
Sunset regarded her for a moment. Then he said, "Until today, I would have said that your people are little different. Many still would."
"This enemy is called the Vord. And when it finishes us, it will come here for you and your people."
Sunset looked at Doroga.
The Marat nodded. "And for mine. The Alerans caused your tribes to set aside your differences. They were a greater enemy. Now comes another enemy-one who will destroy us all if we do not lay our differences aside." Doroga leaned on his cudgel and spoke intently. "You must permit them to withdraw in peace. To let the Wall-guardians travel south and battle our mutual foe. And to leave their people here in peace."