Maybe Luthene didn’t see it coming, but Lajaka did, and she didn’t flinch. When Galin pulled his hand away, she cocked an eyebrow at him, but her expression was otherwise blank. She’d just been answering Luthene’s question and trying to prove the point, for all the good it would do. It sounded like this wasn’t the fist time he’d heard about this, but even with her and Mathuin standing there, it wasn’t enough. Lajaka didn’t try to explain further, not with Galin as mad as he was. Not the worst I’ve seen, she thought.
It was Mathuin who eventually calmed Galin down and suggested a drink. Lajaka took the cup she was offered, and drank most of it in one go. Her headache was back with a vengeance after Galin slapped her, but the drink took some of the bite out of it. Luthene was done looking indignant after Mathuin’s quip about her complicating things, and she’d reached up to squeeze Galin’s shoulder as he leaned against her. “What I remember is you always having proper whiskey about somewhere,” Lajaka mumbled. “But when in Adeluna, I guess.” She drained the wine from her cup and leaned against the wall of the hut.
“When I was young, back in my world, there’d been a vicious bloke who called himself a god, and he wanted to claim the Highlands as his own. There was a war, a bloody one. You,” Lajaka said, indicating Galin, “or the version I knew, lived in a place called Dun Caric, only it was bigger there than it is here. Dun Caric fought against him, and you were a big part of the reason why he was defeated.” This time, she was careful not to mention a united Highlands, nor that Galin was actually leading the clans. Mathuin never really believed it, and this man wouldn’t, either. “Years later, the men who supported that bloke found a way to try again. Some crack opened, connecting my world with another one.” Lajaka indicated Mathuin. “His world. There, they fought the same war, only they hadn’t won it. Their plan was to use this crack connecting both worlds to win the war in his world, and crush Dun Caric in mine.
“I’d been born in the south, but lived in the Highlands for the most part. My mother, Luthene, didn’t go by that name. She’d been a blacksmith. Don’t suppose you are?”
Luthene shook her head at Lajaka’s question. “No. My father was, so I know a little about the trade, but I never really learned it myself.”
“Well, I knew she was using a false name, and that once she’d been involved in that same war you two were involved in not all that long ago. Only you’d had quite a large falling-out over it. When I found myself in Dun Caric, I met Galin, who up until then had just been a man from her stories, and I asked if you were my father.” She looked at Galin, and her gaze softened a bit. “And you were, at least in the ways that really mattered. Anyway, when I wrote my Ma to tell her where I was, she came to Dun Caric, too, and then two two of you wasted no time getting reacquainted and making up for lost time. Don’t suppose you remember that?”
Luthene turned red. “A little.”
Lajaka smirked. “Well, no long after that, people loyal to that now-dead death god started poking the bear, meaning to draw Galin out. Killed someone Galin knew, tried to kill me, tried to kill his son, too. We had to respond, of course, attack their hall. But there was a part of that hall we couldn’t get eyes inside, and we only ever counted three hundred-odd men. Not enough. Wasn’t until we were about to leave that we realized there was a lot more going on, and a good ten thousand men unaccounted for, ready to march on Dun Caric itself.
“When we got to the hall, that’s when we found the crack, and figured out their plan. There was another army on the other side, one they were preparing to bring over. Somebody had to close the crack, and I was the idiot who volunteered. That’s where I met this second-rate, flea-bitten skirmisher for the first time. What I saw of that world, it seemed a lot like mine. And like this one. I managed to close the crack, though I’ll spare you the details seeing as I don’t want to over-complicate things. That was about two years ago, which happens to be about how long Mathuin here’s been in your lovely world.
“I made it back to my world, and life went on for a while. Then one day, it’d be nearly four months ago by now, it was like my world was coming apart. Sky was falling, and not like in the story you might tell wee ones. I saw another crack, and I went through it. That’s how I got here, and as far as I know, I’m stuck. Don’t know nobody who’s gone back, and not for lack of trying.”
Lajaka’s ears pricked and she was silent, waiting to see if the person approaching would pass by them. Then:
“Alyson?” The dark-haired woman poked her head in the hut. “Don’t mean to bother you, but there’s been another fight in the yard, and I think you’ll need your needle.”
Luthene stood up and fetched a kit. “I’ll be back as soon as I’m finished.”
As soon as their footsteps faded, Lajaka spoke again. “Alright, needless to say, this meeting ain’t going as well as I hoped it would. Now, I had planned to join with your merry company, but I ain’t sure that’s such a good idea anymore. I know she’d want us to stay, which is why I ain’t asking her. Our being here, that might be a problem for you, I think, and if you’d rather us not be here, I don’t want to put you in the position of having to say so in front of her. I ain’t the kind of asshole who would stop you from getting laid tonight, my entrance here notwithstanding. So if you’d prefer I leave tomorrow, say so, and I won’t even say I had wanted to join to her if you don’t want me to. Back home, you and me were a team that way, not telling her things she didn’t need to know if all they’d do is hurt her. So, what’s your answer?”