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was nothing new. Many women honored each other in this fashion. Although there was nothing sexual about the kiss, Kelci savored Tani’s lips for a full minute. Asta cleared her throat when Kelci moaned. The girl reluctantly broke contact and breathed over Tani’s lips, “’Tis a taste of the Gods. I thank thee, Tani.”
     
    Leaning away, tears slid down Kelci’s face. Her breath hitched as she told Asta, “Thank ye for the honor, Grand Mistress Asta.”
     
    Amusement flitted over Asta’s face. Tired of waiting for her own taste, she pushed Tani backward and fell on her. After dragging her tongue down the woman’s torso, she leaned back and licked her lips. Frowning, she ran her tongue over her teeth and licked Tani once again.
     
    “My Master’s brew wears a coat of dust.”
     
    Tani bit her lip but the giggle emerged before she could stop it. Asta told her to get dressed and added, “Breathe not a word to Master Johan or suffer my wrath.”
     
    Both women eagerly nodded. Once Tani was clothed again, Kelci turned the conversation back to the rival clan, “What of the leader with the longness fitting our Chief? The cry…”
     
    Tani had spoken of such with Nikoli but had no idea where he had heard such news. Knowing she could not tell them her source, she made a face and interrupted, “I hear they are barbaric, taking women hostage for their own sexual amusement.”
     
    Kelci waved her hands, irritated at being interrupted, and hastily added, “The cry was from the Vojihn .”
     
    At Tani’s scowl, Kelci insisted, “It was them. The war cry was Kneel to…!”
     
    “Johan would have gone himself instead of sending us if this were true. After all, Clan Vojihn is our sworn enemy and lacks a Chief. They have not rallied for battle in long and long. The act would invoke The Mighty One.”
     
    Kelci’s eyes widened as she breathed, “Will ye speak of what happened to Vojihn’s leader? Can ye tell us, Mistress?”
     
    Asta thought about Johan’s father, Erik the Mighty One, before carefully saying, “From what my mother told me, a Jihn Master similar to The Mighty One…” She winced. Tradition forbade speaking given names of mighty fallen warriors. She picked up a stick and wrote Galti in the dirt. Both women’s eyes widened on the word while Asta continued, “He was the first barbarian. As legend was told, he fought Master Johan’s father and stole babes to feed them to his clan…the Vojihns.”
     
    Tani had been riveted when Nikoli had spoken of the legends, swearing her to secrecy. Forgetting this, she blurted out, “Then what of the fabled Chief…?”
     
    Asta shook her head, “Empty your head of such talk, Tani. The Vojihns have lacked a Chieftain for long and long.”
     
    Since Asta was adamant, Tani changed the subject to their task at hand, “Mistress, we are to gather information and observe the village. Johan said himself that if ye deem it so, Western Shire warriors should line up at the border and prepare for battle.”
     
    Asta nodded, beaming over the knowledge that her Master had entrusted such power upon her. She told them, “We should retire then. A matter of this importance requires us to be well-rested.”
     
    The women rose to check the horses before snuffing the fire. Pulling heavy fur coverings from their supplies, they huddled together and fell fast asleep. The next morning, Asta was difficult to awaken again. When she finally came around, Tani laid her palms against Asta’s cheeks, “Ye were murmuring in your sleep, Asta. Are ye not well-rested?”
     
    With heaviness in her limbs, Asta crawled out of her furs. She did not get far before her stomach lurched. Tani gasped, assuming her friend may be with child. Before Asta could pull herself into a sitting position, both women were on her. Tani pressed on her stomach, sending a pained moan through the air.
     
    “Oh, the Goddess has blessed us, Mistress!”
     
    Asta pushed them away, “I am well. I simply