It was Midsummer just like that, it sort of crept on us because we were so busy! Baby twins take so much time, and we were building more rooms on our house for Pahiz and Baran and Bachche to live in, and a room for Rhinla and Lesla to live in, and while we were at it a couple of spare rooms too. Now I think our house is one of the biggest on our side of the river. The wash-house is big, too, but that’s only one room, and I still think it was a temple to start with. When we’re finished with our house I’ll see if we can build a better wash-house and make the old one into a temple again, it would be so good to have a temple of Anshen on this side so everybody who won’t cross the bridge or doesn’t dare go into the school can go to the temple too. We had a fire with all the leftover wood from the building, and more stuff that people brought in, and when it was growing light Arin’s mother took me by the shoulder, “you come with me right now!” She already had Ashti […]

After the Ishey and the neighbours showed the Síthi men that they weren’t welcome in our house, they didn’t come to our part of town any more. Sometimes a few of them followed me at a distance when I went to work, but they never got close. On the Day of Anshen all of us went to the temple, even Khushi’s mother Pahiz and her sisters Baran and Bachche. We had them in the middle of our family, and I walked at the back and made myself wide. The Síthi men were behind us, and one of them prodded me, but I didn’t hit him, only pushed him back a couple of feet when he did it again. At the school gate there was a girl who raised her eyebrows, “trouble? Need help?” “Yes, please,” I said, “those men shouldn’t come in here.” She went to get her sword and we stood in the gate together. She was called Halla astin Hayan but one of her parents was Síthi, they’d met when the king’s army was in Solay for the first time. “Do those men follow you around all the time?” Halla asked. “That’s no good. You should tell the […]

The Ishey royalty came in at some point but I don’t remember when, so let’s just go with the royalty we’ve got. When I came back to work I got up the courage to tell Master Mernath that I’d like to learn from a smith who wasn’t a weaponsmith, and that I really wanted to learn locksmithing because once I was a master using my own forge I’d probably get to make lots of locks. And then he arranged with Master Geran the locksmith to lend me to him for half the week! This was one of the two masters who’d come on the Feast of Mizran to light the fire, so we’d seen each other already. It was really spring now, it already felt like summer to us northerners, and all the nobles were leaving, but the town was busy enough without them. When I came home one day there were visitors, as noble as it got: the queen! And the king! Sitting on stools in the yard, talking to Ashti, and drinking Raisse’s latest brew. And their children were playing in the river with ours. “I wasn’t home to welcome you,” I said, “but welcome!” They were going […]

In the morning I told Ashti what the neighbours had said but she said it was nonsense. “They were born on the Feast of Timoine, we’ll name them on the day of Anshen!” So I went into town with Lady Rava’s purse. First to the Apple, where the landlord was just opening shutters and putting stools upright that had been on the tables. “Hey, you’re early!” he said, then recognised me. “You’re the painted woman’s man, right? How is she?” “Splendid, and so are the twins! We’re having the name-giving tomorrow. I’d like a barrel of apple wine, and a barrel of beer. Our eldest kid brews these days, but not nearly enough!” He laughed. “And pie?” He started writing on a slate. “And pie! There are a lot more people coming than we’d thought. Dozens.” I rattled the purse. “I can pay, no problem.” “Oh, we’ll send you a bill. If it isn’t what you expect –” “I’ll pipe up,” I said. “No, you won’t,” he said with a grin that made it clear that the bill would probably be too low rather than too high. “Do I get sweets in the Síthi quarter?” I asked. “Yes, the best […]

Having new babies in the house is exhausting! Only the babies got enough sleep. Ashti and I didn’t, and not even Arni who did all the shopping and most of the other work we didn’t get round to. Thank the gods for the neighbours who were in at all hours with food and drink and clean laundry! Just as we thought it was finally quiet there was a knock at the door. More visitors! The children were just back from school so Raisse ran to open. We heard her voice, “You are the lady who we stayed with and you said we couldn’t live in your house forever.” “Yes, I am,” we heard Lady Rava’s voice say, “and I see you now have a house of your own to live in!” “And you are the lady that everybody had to make a seal so the whole town wouldn’t hear you fuck,” Raisse said. “Yes, that’s who I am,” we heard Doctor Cora’s voice say. And then both of the ladies came in and cooed over the babies. Neither of them had ever had twins, though Lady Rava had eleven children. “You know, I think I’m pregnant again,” Doctor Cora said, […]

With all the things Maile had told us to get for winter, and what people gave us, we had a really good winter! Now winter is always warm here, but Halla’s hens kept laying almost until the Feast of Naigha and she thought that was unusual, too. And then the Ishey also gave us a jar of pickled eggs to use when Halla’s eggs ran out. Raisse and Arni learned to brew so well that we always had some beer, mostly good enough, sometimes really excellent. The Ishey hadn’t only given us eggs and caught a boar, but they’d also made a crib, all carved wood! Two very black young men came to bring the pieces and put them together. They took the two small cribs apart and stored them in our attic so there was room next to the big children’s bed, and the crib was on wheels so we could easily move it wherever we wanted. The more I looked at the carvings, the more I was sure they’d used Ashti’s skin paintings as a model, even the hedgehog and fox mothers were there! “Perhaps you can make a little straw mattress to fit,” I said to Raisse. […]

Dear Ma, First I didn’t dare write because there were still people around who wanted to catch me, and then I was too busy to even think of writing, but now I have news that I must write to you: you are a grandmother! Twice over! Because my and Ashti’s daughter and son, Lysna (called after Ashti’s grandmother) and Doran (called after Da), were born on the Feast of Timoine. Yes, that’s not a day that priestesses of Naigha’s children are born, but Ashti isn’t a priestess any more and we’re getting married at Midsummer. We also have Ashti’s other children, Arvin and Sidhan, and Raisse, a little girl we adopted in Valdis when her mother and sister died of the measles, so we’re the parents of a large family though Ashti is only eighteen and I’m only just fourteen. I don’t know how much of the news from Nalenay reached Ashinay but I’m sure you know that I haven’t been with Master Rhanion for a year now. I think the queen had him hanged! Because he and his sister and some other people did a lot of horrible things. They made kids younger than me who should really be […]

The day after the Feast we all went back to work again. If I’d really wanted to see the wrestling I could perhaps have got a couple of hours off for it, but Master Mernath had told us that the first week after the Feast of Mizran was when the Ishey sent their twelve-year-olds to learn about iron. “And we teach them as much as they can learn but they never put that knowledge and skill into practice,” he said with a scowl. “Why not?” I asked. “They’ve never used iron, it’s not what Ishey do. But they send us their boys to learn that they can master the power of iron, it makes them into men. They’re strange people. But they pay well, and teaching someone who has to learn the very beginnings of the craft is one of the best ways to learn.” When I arrived at the workshop Jichan was opening up, and I saw with a shock that there was no fire at all! The whole forge had been cleared and swept out. Just as the master came from upstairs five young people came into the workshop, all dressed as Ishey men in blankets though at […]

Suddenly it was nearly the Feast of Mizran. We’d been in Rhinla and Jeran’s workshop, and Rhinla had been in our house, several times a week, and the drawings on Ashti’s skin were almost finished! It only needed a bit of shadow here and there. Rhinla had had a new idea about the breasts: on the left there was a hedgehog suckling cubs (if hedgehogs have cubs, anyway baby hedgehogs) and on the right a fox suckling cubs. She’d avoided the nipples and the bit of dark skin around it, because “when your babies are born they should have proper milk, not milk with charcoal in it!” Master Mernath called us all together at the start of the working day. “Today we clean the workshop. Everything. Tomorrow we get the books in order. The baroness and the prince are in Veray, they’ll be here tomorrow or the day after at the latest, and we’ll present the sword in a small ceremony. The games start the day after the Feast. You’ll have the day before the Feast, the Feast itself and the day of the fencing competition off, except that I want you” –that was me– “to come to the Temple […]

We haven’t actually played out any lessons from Master Mernath yet so I can’t write about those, but some have definitely taken place. It was still warm. We still lived mostly outside. Ashti went to the Guild school to read books in the library, like the book the size of a baby crib with all the animals in the world. She’d be able to tell her class much more about animals when the school started again! But she didn’t find the woman with a fish tail that had been in our priestess’ animal book, perhaps because it wasn’t a real animal at all! Sometimes she took books home to read under the alder tree, aloud to the children if they were the right kind of books, like history. It was a pity I was never at home for that because I’d always liked history when I was in school and I’d like to know more! But we were working very hard at the smithy, the hot weather didn’t matter there because it was hot work anyway. On the Day of Anshen Ashti wanted to go and talk to the painter girl about the mice on her feet. We saw her […]