Mari leaned against the end post of the stall and crossed her arms, staring up at Dag, till Fawn had vanished through the stable door and out of earshot. The aisle was cool and shady compared to the white afternoon outside, redolent with horses, quiet but for the occasional champing and shifting of the heat-lazy animals and the faint humming of the flies. Dag raised his chin and clasped his hand and hand replacement behind his back, winding his thumb around the hook-with-spring-clamp presently seated in the wooden cuff, and waited. Not hopefully.

It wasn’t long in coming. “What are you about, boy?” Mari growled.

Any sort of response that came to, Whatever do you mean, Mari? seemed a waste of time and breath. Dag lowered his eyelids and waited some more.

“Do I need to list everything that’s wrong with this infatuation?” she said, exasperation plain in her voice. “I daresay you could give the blighted lecture yourself. I daresay you have.”

“A time or two,” he granted.

“So what are you thinking? Or are you thinking?”

He inhaled. “I know you want to tell me to back away from Fawn, but I can’t. Not yet anyway. The knife binds us, till I get it up to camp. We’re going to have to travel together for a time yet; you can’t argue with that.”

“It’s not the traveling that worries me. It’s what’s going to happen when you stop.”

“I’m not sleeping with her.”

“Aye, yet. You’ve had your groundsense locked down tight in my presence ever since you got in. Well, that’s partly just you—it’s such a habit with you, you stay veiled in your sleep. But this—you’re like a cat who thinks it’s hiding because it’s got its head stuck in a sack.”

“Ah, mental privacy. Now, there’s a farmer concept that could stand to catch on.”

She snorted. “Fine chance.”

“I’m taking her up to camp,” Dag said mulishly. “That’s a given.”

In a sweetly cordial voice, Mari murmured, “Going to show her off to your mother? Oh, how lovely.”

Dag’s shoulders hunched. “We’ll go by her farm, first.”

“Oh, and you’ll meet her mother. Wonderful. That’ll be a success. Can’t you two just hold hands and jump off a cliff together? It’d be faster and less painful.”

His lips twitched at this, involuntarily. “Likely. But it has to be done.”

“Does it?” Mari pushed off the post and stalked back and forth across the stable aisle. “Now, if you were a young patroller lout looking to dip his wick in the strange, I’d just thump him on the side of the head and end this thing here and now. I can’t tell if you’re trying to fool me, or yourself!”

Dag set his teeth and went on saying nothing. It seemed wisest.