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to those a bit younger, but they didn't really matter. Not the way a horse with splints did, or an attack of<br />
brucellosis in the cattle, or getting a good clear shot at a deer with his bow, or how well a line of<br />
pike-men kept alignment while advancing over rough ground. Luanne had the same detachment, only<br />
more so; she was a bit younger, and she'd been brought up deep-country-rural on her family's Texas<br />
horse ranch or traveling around the country to deliver stock. To both of them it was natural to exist in this<br />
world, where the Willamette Valley and a few days' travel about it were all that really counted.<br />
The thought ran through her mind in an instant; she turned and met Nigel Loring's eyes, and knew that<br />
the thought was shared.<br />
"We adapted," he murmured. Unspoken was: Those who couldn't are dead. "But never<br />
completely."<br />
"No, never completely," she replied in the same undertone. "Although dean cronan cupla barrai<br />
agus cuirfidh me breagriocht air … "<br />
His involuntary chuckle helped her shake the gloom off; in Erse, she'd just said if you hum a few<br />
bars, I can fake it. Looking into his eyes, she knew she'd lifted his mood as well, and that was a<br />
pleasure in itself.<br />
Glancing around her Hall, she made it come real again with a mental effort. The younger Larssons<br />
had finished chuckling over their own joke.<br />
"Well, whatever or Whoever caused the Change, I doubt they did it so we would be done in by<br />
celestial debris," Juniper said.<br />
"They could certainly have finished us off without doing anything so elaborate," Nigel confirmed.<br />
"Moving back to practicalities, what did your father say about our … guest, Luanne?" Juniper asked.<br />
Will Hutton was at least as intelligent as Kenneth Larsson; he had much less formal education, but he<br />
made up for it with a good deal more focus.<br />
"Pretty much the same thing as my honorable father-in-law, for once," Luanne said. "Not to sweat it,<br />
basically. And believe me, after Reuben got killed by the Protector's men last year"—that was her<br />
foster-brother, adopted after the Change—"Dad was as angry at Arminger as anyone."<br />
"I don't know precisely what we can make of Matti's being here. Still, the Lord and Lady wouldn't<br />
send us an opportunity if there weren't some way to use it."<br />
She reached for the horn again. The wine was made by Tom Brannigan over in Sutterdown, the Clan<br />
Mackenzie's only real town, further west in the Valley; Tom owned a vineyard, and was a brewmaster<br />
and vintner besides being mayor and High Priest of the coven there. The drink had a pleasant scent like<br />
cherries and violets, and a smooth, earthy taste just tart enough to accompany the rich savor of the grilled<br />
venison. There was an art to drinking from a horn without spilling half the contents on your face, as well.<br />
"But," she went on, after she'd rolled a sip around her mouth, "do consider what happens if he<br />
doesn't manage to beat us. Say that we beat him. Are we going to destroy the Portland Protective<br />
Association utterly, root and branch?"<br />
"Nope," Luanne said. "Signe and Mike've thought about that. Even if we beat them in the field, we<br />
could only wreck ourselves trying to dig em out. Too many of those damn castles; too many knights and<br />
men-at-arms. And it's just too damned big. Portland rules more people than there are in all the rest of the<br />
northwest outfits put together."<br />
From her other side Sir Nigel Loring nodded and spoke. "And while the man is a tyrant of tyrants, I<br />
saw last year that his obsession with feudalism means that you can't destroy that kingdom of his by<br />
chopping off the head. It's decentralized, and he built that into its bones. If it split up, the parts would be<br />
nearly as troublesome."<br />
"Yeah," Luanne said. "Plus the way he recruited his lords. All those gangers; and the Society types<br />
who stuck with him may have been the roughnecks, but they're tough ones, not to mention the men<br />
who've worked their way up out of the ruck. Now they all have families and want to keep what they've<br />
gained for their children. Winkling every one of them out of his manor … "<br />
"And there are limits to what we can do by encouraging the common folk to snipe at his barons,"<br />
Juniper said regretfully. "Especially now that things there have had a chance to settle down. I have hopes<br />
for that, sure, and contacts there—but the farmers can't hope to rise up against his new-made knights