She shrugged. “They’ll be glad you’re here. Think you’re my clan-vahn.” “What does that mean, exactly?” She was a little embarrassed to say it. Wasn’t like they’d talked about this before. “Bit like my wife.” “Husband,” he said, and blushed. “No, wife,” she said. “Reigs take care of vahns they’ve taken to clan. That’s the point. Closer to . . . householded, I guess. And the reig’s the householder.”
