«Yes, I am angry,» said Blade. He crossed his arms on his chest. «Do the Uchendi have neither honor nor sense? If so, I will neither appear before He Who Guards the Voice nor stand here and be slain. I will find my friends among the shpugas, who seem to be more like men than the Uchendi! Winter Owl, you appear wiser than others here. What do you wish? And let your tongue move swiftly, before my feet do so.»

This at least got Blade an explanation of what was involved here. The Uchendi couldn't be sure whether the unknown magic Blade used against the shpuga was unclean and wouldn't also curse the people he'd saved. A wizard's curse, however, died when the wizard himself did. So it might be wise to kill him, just on the chance that he'd done something bad to River Over Stones, Eye of Crystal, and the boy by saving their lives.

On the other hand, his magic might be perfectly clean. But Crystal couldn't be sure, and she was the most powerful telepath among the band of hunters. They could take Blade to her father, He Who Guards the Voice, who was the chief shaman of the Uchendi, and have him examine Blade. But that would mean keeping company with a possibly dangerous wizard for several days, and who could say what curses he might lay on those around him in that time?

After Winter Owl's explanation came a long argument among the six hunters. If sadistic cruelty was the Rutari tribal vice, debate seemed to be the Uchendi one.

While all the party were equal, obviously Eye of Crystal and her uncle, Winter Owl, were a little more equal than the rest and they saved Blade from being put to death for possible unclean magic. Also, two of the hunters pointed out that, wizard or not, Blade looked like a good man to help them catch their strayed mounts. The longer they argued about him, the more likely their mounts would wander too far to be caught. Did River Over Stones want to walk all the way home with his injured leg, or did he hope the wizard could fly him through the air?

Blade never got a clear idea of what River Over Stones wanted, except possibly that Richard Blade should disappear in a puff of smoke. He did see the man sullenly agree to spare Blade, if Blade would perform no more magic until He Who Guards the Voice had examined him.

«This I swear,» said Blade, «by the earth and the blood, the sky and the fire, by my manhood and my hope of sons-unless another shpuga comes against me, and there is no other way to protect us from it.»

That satisfied everyone, and Blade was paired up with Winter Owl when the party scattered to track their straying mounts.

It took the rest of the day to track down the ezinti, as the Uchendi called the lizard-horses. It took two more days to ride downriver to the settled land of the Uchendi, and two more to reach He Who Guards the Voice.

By then Blade was pretty sure he'd made the right decision in coming to the Uchendi-if they would let him stay among them. They talked too much and they were just as superstitious in their own way as the Rutari, but otherwise it was easy to get along with them.

They stopped at the first village they came to. The ezinti badly needed fat meat by this time; they'd been living off grass and the leavings of the hunters so long that the short rations were beginning to take their toll.

Winter Owl bought half a dozen of the villager's pigs, partly with some of the hides of his party's kills and partly with strings of green-dyed nutshells. There were several kinds of nutshells used as money among the Uchendi, as well as disks of polished stone strung on thongs and bronze chisels. In return for beer for the whole party, Winter Owl had Eye of Crystal visit an old woman of the village, who was sick and in continuous pain.

Blade would gladly have watched Crystal at her healing work. However, River Over Stones got to the village chief before Winter Owl did, and warned him about Blade. Fearful of English magic, the chief kept Blade in a hut on the far side of the village.

Blade met Crystal when she'd finished with the old woman. She was wandering outside his hut, her hair hung in tangled strings, and her eyes not focusing on anything until she practically stumbled into Blade's arms. She didn't speak clearly until she'd gulped down a skinful of beer.

«She will die,» Crystal said. «I cannot save her. I cannot even find the courage to tell her husband the truth. Is it my Voice that is weak, or me?» She gulped more beer. «Can the magic of the English save a woman, when a part of her body goes mad and starts eating the other parts?»

Cancer, Blade thought. Aloud, he said, «We have many magics, some stronger than others. Sometimes we can fight a person's body going mad, or if necessary, cut off the mad part. Sometimes, for all our magic, we can do nothing but try to find the courage to tell the person he is going to die.»

«But you are not helpless against the madness? You can at least, like us, teach the person how to think so that he will not feel the pain?»

«That wisdom we do not have. At least not many of us.» Blade remembered tales of yoga adepts and firewalkers, who seemed to be able to fight pain entirely by mental control. Could the Uchendi telepaths not only do this but teach it? If Blade had been a hunting animal, his ears would have been pricking up.

Eye of Crystal, however, was past doing or teaching anything. The beer was hitting her, and she slumped into Blade's arms, head against his chest and hair trailing over his shoulder. He held her quietly, very conscious of the magnificent breasts against his bare skin. He was even more conscious that the last thing on her mind would be sex. What she needed now was some rest and peace of mind.

He held her until she stopped mumbling, then brought her in his hut and laid her down on the furs and stripped off her clothes. His heavy-boned hands with the long fingers, which could break a man's neck at one blow, now became precision instruments, working up and down Crystal's bare body, unknotting tension-twisted muscles, working a little magic of Blade's own.

Crystal was sound asleep by the time Blade finished. Blade became aware that someone was standing silhouetted against the twilight at the door of the hut. It was River Over Stones, and nobody could have mistaken his expression.

«You have touched her with your magic-?»

«I touched her with English healing magic, because she needed healing too. Nothing more, nothing less. If you say to anyone else that I have done more, I will call you a liar.»

«I cannot challenge a wizard. That is a vile trick, Blade!»

«I will need no magic to tear you into small pieces and use you for shpuga bait. Your mouth is the only strong part of your body, and I think Eye of Crystal knows it. Do not make me show all the Uchendi what you are. «

Blade had risen to his feet while speaking, and in the dim light of the hut he must have looked as formidable as a shpuga. River Over Stones grunted something Blade doubted was a compliment, then backed away.

Blade shrugged. He'd made an open enemy of someone who would never have been a friend anyway. That wasn't losing much. River Over Stones would keep his mouth shut, unless Crystal or Winter Owl brought up the matter. God knows what Uchendi law he might have violated by giving Crystal the massage she so obviously needed!