Dana was startled to hear herself addressed, but she responded quickly.
"Yes, Chief Killian?"
"Will you accept Alanna's countenance?"
Would she accept the First Clan's countenance? Dana could feel tears
welling up, though she managed to keep her voice under control. She
had been rejected by her thakur, had a planet-wide conference called to
discuss her fate, been commended by the arbiters of honor, and now
offered membership in the First Clan! Thank the gods they didn't
consider tears a sign of weakness . . . "I would be honored, Alanna."
"Good." Killian smiled at her, then sobered. "The Terran woman known
as Dana Manfredi has accepted Alanna's countenance. Be it known that
she is henceforth Dana, a clanswoman of Alanna. As chief of her clan I
say her actions deserve not punishment but praise; the honorable
service she gave was to one unworthy of it, and he had no right to
order her death. It is my personal belief that Dana merits the black
and a place in the warrior caste, but that decision is not mine alone.
"It is my decision, however, that Clan Alanna take appropriate action
against Richard Jason and every thing or person associated with him.
To that end, I claim Chief's Right on behalf of my clanswoman Dana."
He paused, and when he spoke again, it was to one man.
"Jason. That means that anything of yours on Alanna property will be
destroyed, anyone who serves you will be killed unless they renounce
that service, and your life is forfeit if you enter Alanna territory.
I find myself hoping you do; I would enjoy making you suffer the fate
you ordered her to seek."
After a brief interval, Hurley began recognizing other clan-chiefs.
"Odell of Leras."
"Leras agrees that Alanna's clanswoman Dana should wear black. Leras
also concurs and will cooperate with Alanna in other respects; Jason is
currently in Leras territory, and as an off-worlder, we must give him
time to leave. But his property will be destroyed, and should he remain
here after one standard day, he will be delivered to Alanna for Chief's
Right."
"Shona concurs and will cooperate."
"Lewies concurs and will cooperate."
"Vader concurs and will cooperate."
* * * * *
"Miklos concurs and will cooperate."
As the litany came to an end, Dana realized Killian--her clan-chief!--was
behind her, releasing the restraints and easing her arms into a more
comfortable position. "Welcome to Alanna, lady," he said gently,
removing the heavy woolen cloak that was part of his ceremonial black
garb and draping it around her shoulders. "The true oathbreaker will
do no more business in this sector, or in any where honor is more
valuable than greed, even if he manages to get offworld. You should be
starting to feel the aftereffects of the energine, so Meara, our senior
w'woman, will care for you until you wake--and when you are recovered
enough, we will have a party to welcome you into Alanna, the warrior
caste, and the ranks of those who wear honor-black." He smiled, and
Dana could almost feel the lightening of the clan's mood. "You have
done something as unprecedented as what was done to you, did you know
that?"
Dana's strength was ebbing as the energine wore off, and she wasn't
quite sure what her clan-chief meant. "I'm sorry?"
Killian laughed aloud. "Why doesn't that surprise me? Dana, you do
need rest now--but try to remember you were able to force a change in
one of our most sacred customs by strict adherence to that same
custom!"