“There is something else about the force under Stallan’s command that I must tell you about. When we were developing the night weapons we found that there were only a few Yilanè who could operate in the dark, even with lights. It is these specialists who will release the weapons, then follow the light-markers to the boats. The rest of the fargi will have to remain on the shore. If there is an attack there is the strong possibility that all of them will be killed.”

“That is not good,” Malsas< said. “Too many fargi are already dead.”

“I know that, Eistaa, I of all people know that. Therefore it is my strong desire to see no more fargi deaths. So I suggest, since they will not be expected to fight, that we replace the fargi with the Daughters of Death. Surely these parasites on the resources of our city should be good for something.”

Malsas< was gracious in her show of appreciation for this suggestion, the color of her palms yellow-hued with pleasure. “You are sarn’enoto, Vaintè, because you produce ideas of this nature. Do it, do it at once.”

“The arrangements will be completed this day, the supplies loaded. Both forces will leave at dawn.”

The time was short, but Vaintè had been planning this assault for days, not knowing if she would ever be able to order it, but ready still if that opportunity should come. The hurried preparations were accomplished with the efficiency of all Yilanè cooperative ventures, only Enge causing any difficulties at all. She insisted on talking to Vaintè, was fiercely determined to stay until the audience was granted. She was surprised that her request was instantly granted.

“What are these orders you have issued, Vaintè? What do you wish to do with the Daughters of Life?”

“I am sarn’enoto. You will address me that way.”

Enge drew herself up—then realized that personal pride was not important now.

“From one lowest to one highest, I spoke in haste, sarn’enoto. Please inform me of the nature of your commands.”

“You and your companions will be sent north in boats. You will not be required to use weapons or to kill. We wish only your labors to aid your city.”

“There is more to it than that. You have not told me all of your plans.”

“No, I have not. Nor will I. You eat the food of Alpèasak, you are protected by those who are ready to die for Alpèasak. When your assistance is needed you will do as you are ordered.”

“There is something wrong here and I do not like it. What if we refuse?”

“You will still go. Bound and tied together if necessary, but you will go. Now you will leave my presence. The choice is yours and the decision of no importance to me at all. Leave me. I have much to do.”