The killing woman turned toward her. Blue unblinking eyes, ragged bloodsoaked body. Like a red-muzzled wolf. She reached back for a spear. Barhu put up her wounded right hand. “I have Tain Hu’s soul,” she called. “I’m carrying her eryre. Do you know what that means?” Tain Shir raised the atlatl with the spear fixed in it. “I’m telling the truth! Ask your aunt—ask Ake here—” Tain Shir stepped and twisted and threw.
