“At least if they have not sat overlong drinking,” said Karin with an answering smile.

“But the lords of voima did not give us the strength of arm they gave to men-the strength which men foolishly but predictably think gives them power over women. That belief itself, of course, can be very useful… But I warn you, Karin, not to challenge men on what they consider their own ground, as a warrior. There was one young queen who had won a kingdom for herself, up north of Hadros’s lands, but she was not content to plan the strategy and map the battles. She had to ride out with a sword in her hand herself, and when she disagreed furiously with one of her lieutenants, he challenged her to single combat. It was regrettable-she had ten times the wit and the spirit he did, yet she answered his challenge, with the result you could predict.” Arane shook her head. “I do not believe he lasted long as king either; that land has sent no representative to the All-Gemot for three years now.”

Karin saw a hundred issues and problems and possibilities opening up all around her, when she had thought her only concern was to face the man who had sent her off as a hostage but was still her father. She was not sure she agreed with the wise eyes facing her, but she was unable to shape a response while she still felt as though she had been dropped into deep waters without knowing how to do more than splash.

“And you have not yet made any plans to marry, I trust?” Arane asked suddenly.

“I do not believe I shall marry soon,” Karin answered quietly.

The queen nodded briskly. “Good. I knew you had wit in you when I saw you-even aside from being your brother’s own sister. It is your greatest weapon, the threat that you may at any time marry. I am sure that you have already considered the possibilities, the ease with which you can rid yourself of an enemy by letting a quiet word slip to his rivals that he may soon become the man of your heart.”