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The scowl left Luanne's face, on which a smile looked more natural. She was a year or two younger<br />
than her husband, her skin coffee-dark, blunt features a comely full-lipped melange of her Texan father's<br />
African-Anglo heritage and her Tejano mother's mestizo blood. Faded and dusky blue, a small scar<br />
between her brows marked her as one of the Brotherhood, the A-listers of the Bearkiller Outfit; her<br />
husband had an identical brand from the same red-hot iron. Mauve silk ribbons fluttered along the outer<br />
seams of her jacket, making her a little careful when she reached across one of the laden platters.<br />
"It's just hard not to see Arminger, looking at his kid," she went on a little defensively.<br />
"Well, it's important that we don't see only that," Juniper said, pouring her more dark, frothy beer<br />
from a pitcher. "Since the Lord and Lady saw fit to put her in our hands … wait a moment."<br />
She thought, looking inside herself, and then she sighed. "There's something I should have done some<br />
time ago, but I hoped it wouldn't be necessary to get formal about it. I hate throwing my weight<br />
around … oh, well, if it has to be done, it has to be done."<br />
She sighed again, then rose to her feet and waited until the buzz of conversation died. A little way to<br />
her left Chuck Barstow was looking at her quizzically; beside him was his wife Judy, with dawning<br />
understanding in her dark eyes and handsome proud-nosed face. They'd been friends since they were<br />
teenagers, and they'd discovered the Craft together.<br />
Of course she'd know, Juniper thought. Well, my old friend, that's why I'm doing it, you being so<br />
stubborn and all, and others taking their cue from you.<br />
Aloud, she said: "You all know we've had a guest among us, a girl by the name of Mathilda."<br />
Rudi was staring at her, delight in his dancing blue-green eyes. Mathilda was too, puzzled and a little<br />
apprehensive.<br />
"Mathilda was captured through no fault of her own, in fighting against her folk that we of the Clan<br />
took on ourselves for reasons we thought good, and still do. And later her folk tried to take her back,<br />
and in that fight some were killed, and some were hurt—my own son Rudi among them. Now, some here<br />
have held that against her, and I was waiting for that to vanish through its own lack of sense and<br />
unkindliness, but it hasn't altogether. And that diminishes my honor, and the honor of Clan Mackenzie. So<br />
here and now, I say that while this girl is with us, she is fostern of mine, and is to be treated as if she<br />
were a child of my blood, necessary precautions aside, until I unsay this word, or she leaves us and so<br />
breaks it."<br />
Juniper took a deep breath, and raised her hands in the V of power, palms out, closing her eyes and<br />
feeling the current of it running through her, like a fire in the blood until the little hairs along her arms and<br />
up her spine struggled to rise. When her green gaze flared open again her voice rolled high and clear<br />
through the great space of the Hall, linking her to every soul like chains of fine silver light:<br />
"And this I bind on every man and woman and child of this Clan, and I make it geasa to break<br />
it. I bind you all, by the Dagda and Angus Og and Lugh of the Long Spear; by Macha and Edain<br />
and the Threefold Morrigu; by the Maiden, the Mother and the Hag, and if any break it by word<br />
or deed may the Mother's Earth open and swallow you … the Mother's ocean rise up and drown<br />
you … and the heaven of stars which are the dust of Her feet fall and crush you and all that is<br />
yours. This is my geasa, which I, Juniper Mackenzie, Her priestess, and Chief of the Clan by the<br />
Clan's choice, lay upon you! So mote it be!"<br />
An echoing silence fell, and lasted until she put her hands on her hips and spoke in a normal tone:<br />
"And that is that!"<br />
She sat again and drank, conscious of eyes rolling white as they looked at her, and mouths gaping. It<br />
took a moment for the others to follow suit, but when the roar of conversation started up it was louder<br />
than ever.<br />
"Whoa," Luanne said quietly.<br />
Her husband had blanched and was clutching at a crucifix beneath his shirt; sweat darkened the fine<br />
linen a little, and gleamed on his forehead.<br />
"Remind me never to piss you off that much, Juney!"<br />
"I doubt you'll ever do it, so," Juniper said. "Now, where were we? Ah, yes, Mathilda, and her being<br />
Arminger's only heir."