Couldn’t the Council see through this deception? “I considered it.” Ilyenna locked gazes with Burdin. “I saw it through a chink in the mortar. Darrien had many skulls and antlers on his walls. I used them to climb down from the attic and back up.”
Darrien spoke louder this time, his voice holding a hint of warning. “No, you didn’t, because you never slept in the attic.”
“I saw her there,” Rone interrupted. “I brought her food and a blanket.”
Darrien glared at Rone. “If that is true, you were there during the day, not at night.”
Rone’s hand twitched toward his axe.
Ilyenna’s mind felt like a hammer that kept missing the nail. Darrien was setting a trap, but she didn’t know how to avoid it. “I spent every night there.”
He shook his head adamantly. “I won’t let you lie, Ilyenna. I won’t let you destroy my clan.”
“I’m not lying!” She clenched her fists so tight she felt her nails cutting into her palms.
“You’re trying to force me to confess? Fine!” Darrien turned away from her and said to Burdin, “She never slept in the attic. She slept in my bed.”
All the air went out of Ilyenna. “That’s not true.”
He looked at her with false pity. “I tied her to the posts every night after I was through with her. There’s no way she saw Raiders.”
“I will have you and Undon’s head for this!” Ilyenna’s father shouted.
The Council members didn’t even look at her. More than one face was flushed with rage or embarrassment . . . or both. Ilyenna finally understood Darrien’s trap, but it was too late. None of them would believe her now. Not when her own father wouldn’t. After all, what man would admit to forcing a woman? Especially after Ilyenna had just established violating women as a hobby of his.
She glanced at Rone, who was gaping at her in bewilderment. She felt everything falling away, like the last leaves wrenched from their branches before the first winter wind. She tried to keep her gaze open, to make him believe her. “If that were true, I’d have said it. Not some story about Raiders.”
“Not if you wanted any chance at a marriage with Rone,” Darrien said softly, his eyes glittering with hatred. “I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. But what man would take you after what I’ve done? You could be carrying my child right now.”
His last words felt like a blow to her gut. She was with child, but not Darrien’s. Would Rone ever believe that now? “Darrien is trying to destroy my honor,” she said through her teeth. “To discredit me. Don’t believe him.”
The whole Council was looking at her now. She couldn’t miss the pity in their gazes, especially her own father’s, his guilt so strong she winced. Hadn’t Darrien warned her? Hadn’t he warned her that he would win? She glared at him, wishing she was a good enough aim to fling her knife into his gut.
“You are a poison! Everything you touch withers and dies.” She hated the tears that started down her cheeks, hated that she couldn’t stop them. They made her seem weak, vulnerable. She turned from Darrien to the Council. “Darrien threatened to dishonor me—he even tried once. That was the night I bashed him over the head with a rock and escaped.” She blinked hard at the memory, hot tears plunging down her face. She felt them trembling on her chin. “But he never succeeded. He enjoyed torturing me. He’s still enjoying it.”
They all looked away. Darrien’s story was winning. By the Balance, she’d fallen right into his trap.
Finally, Burdin took a long, deep breath. “This is a mess that won’t be sorted out without some kind of proof.” He blew the breath out. “What we know is there are Raiders, possibly coming down Shyle Pass.”
“Trickery of the Raiders or no, Undon should have come to the Council with his grievances against the Argons,” Wynn said, “not attacked them directly.”
Ressa ground her teeth. “For that alone, Undon must be stripped of his role as a clan chief.”
The other Council members nodded.
Undon shot to his feet and spread his palms on the long table. “Be warned, my clan is loyal to me, not to the Council. By unseating me, you risk the very discord the Raiders were trying to create.”
Everyone went silent. Ilyenna locked gazes with Ressa. They both understood that with the imminent threat from the Raiders, the Council couldn’t risk a civil war with its largest clan.
Burdin gestured for Undon to sit, and Ilyenna knew he was about to make his pronouncement. “The guilt for the many wrongs rests on more than one set of shoulders. For his grievous lack of judgment in attacking the Argon and Shyle clans, I remove Undon from his place as clan chief.
“For the damage to the Shyle and Argon lands, I hold the Tyran clan responsible and order reparation. For five years, a rotation of ten strong tiam clanmen will restore all damaged buildings and work at reestablishing the Shyle and Argon wealth. Undon and his son Darrien will be among those tiams.
“Clan Chief Burdin—” Undon began in a pleading tone.
“Silence!” Burdin roared. “The Tyrans will return everything taken—that includes Ilyenna and the other tiams. In addition, Clan Chief Otec and Rone will tally all the damage done and exact a price, to be paid in Tyran wheat and beer.
“Until we can determine Darrien’s involvement with the Raiders, I will appoint a steward to manage Tyran affairs. For his unforgiveable treatment of Ilyenna, I order one hundred lashes, to be delivered in groups of twenty-five at each clan feast. He will also pay Otec her bride price. But she will remain free to marry any man of her choosing. ”
Ilyenna swallowed her sob. Darrien’s punishment wasn’t nearly enough. She felt as if part of her soul had been ripped away. No man would have her now, not when they thought Darrien had taken her to his bed.
Burdin rubbed his whiskered face. “As for the allegation of treachery, we cannot make a ruling before we collect evidence. If it is found to be true, both Undon and Darrien’s lives will be forfeit.” Burdin leaned back in his chair. “What say you, Rone, Otec?”
Ilyenna’s father shook his head. “You might not be able to take their lives without risking retaliation from the Tyrans. But I can. I’ve stated my claim. I want their heads. I demand a duel.”
Ressa slapped the table. “You’re an idiot!”
Ignoring her, Burdin pursed his lips, his beard bunching around his chin. “Don’t do this, Otec. Don’t risk yourself. Give the truth time.”
Her father shook his head. “There is no other way to restore the honor Undon has taken from me and my family. I will not agree to the terms unless it is done.”
Burdin sat in silence for a long time. He exchanged looks and words with the other Council members. Finally, they seemed to come to a consensus. “Tiams are taken so they might right the wrongs they have committed,” Burdin announced, ”not to be abused and violated. I do not approve, but neither will I deny you.”
Rone jumped to his feet. “I was forced to serve as a tiam. During that time, I watched my fellow Argons and the Shyle beaten for no offense. The women were abused. By Darrien Tyran.” He turned to Darrien. “I claim the same right of a duel. Only I want Darrien’s head.”
Burdin hesitated. “And if you lose? What then?”
Rone trembled with rage. “I won’t.”
Burdin shook his head, a sad, tired expression on his face. “Very well. You’ll both have your chance.” He pushed himself back from the table and started toward the door. The other Council members followed slowly. Ilyenna stood rooted to the spot.
Ressa marched right up to her. “Is what Darrien said true?”
Ilyenna didn’t look at her. She was too busy watching Rone leave the room without so much as glancing at her. “No. Darrien tried, but he never actually violated me.”
Ressa grunted. “Conniving son of a whore.”
Ilyenna could no longer see Rone. “Where’re they going, Ressa?”
The woman looked past Ilyenna through the doorway as the Council moved up the streets to a barren knoll east of the village. “They go to fight to the death.”
Ilyenna swayed. Deep inside, she’d always known it would come to this. The room began to dim and tilt on its side. Ressa caught her arm. “Breathe, Ilyenna. Breathe!”
Ilyenna filled her lungs and the world steadied a bit. “I could lose them both—my father and Rone.”
Ressa frowned. “Yes, child,” she said softly. “You could lose them both.”
Ilyenna wanted to faint, wanted the blackness to take her and never release her. But she stayed abominably awake. She was marked. There was no other explanation for this madness, for the death and pain that followed her like a shadow.
21. To the Death
Just beyond the village was an elevated cliff face.
“So that all might have a good view,” Ressa mocked.
Ilyenna’s mouth went dry. It all seemed so barbaric. Her father tossed his overshirt to the ground, his undershirt going with it. As a healer, Ilyenna understood. Men who wore clothing during battle stood a higher chance of fevers from their wounds.
The thought came unbidden. Ilyenna didn’t want to watch the fight, but she had to. These could be the last moments of her father’s life. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Didn’t even dare blink.