we?” she
whispered to Blake anxiously.
“No,” Blake assured.
“Everyone else was early.” She gestured to the two seats next to each
other. “Please.”
They sat as Blake took her
own seat, directly opposite Shale.
Queen Zayla, who was at the
head of the table, in between Blake and Shale, introduced everyone.
Shale tried to make note of
all their names, the only people she knew were Aris and Melaina.
Melaina was eyeing her
bruises smugly, but Shale didn’t let it bother her. Not only had she won,
but Melaina was sporting a few good bruises of Shale’s own creation.
Once the introductions were
complete, the food was passed around. Shale didn’t take much, unlike Kale,
who filled her plate.
Shale was glad she hadn’t
when she took a careful bite of the bread. It was pleasant enough, but the
chewing motion made needles of pain shoot up her jaw. She’d expected that,
her face hurt when she talked, so she knew it would be worse when she ate.
Despite her discomfort, Shale kept eating, not wanting her hosts to think she
was rude. She stuck mostly to bread, which she found ironic. It wasn’t
everyday Shale was treated to such a feast, and now that she had been,
that simple food was all she could manage.
Shale took the time to
examine the inside of the lodge. She had been preoccupied on her first
visit here, and hadn’t taken much in. The room was sparse, the only
furniture being the table and chairs. The walls, however, were full. The
wall behind her was lined with weapons, and the one opposite was filled
with impressive artefacts, gold trinkets, and rare stones, all spread over
several shelves. The other walls were covered in animal skins and large
furs.
Shale thought it was somewhat
overstated, but recognised the reasoning behind it. As the main lodge, it
would house many important meetings, and both guests and enemies would be
brought here. In the case of enemies, if negotiating, it was vital to show
a strong and capable tribe. An enemy would be much more likely to attack
if they thought the tribe was weak and defenceless. This lodge made the
Amazons look as though they wanted for nothing, showing both strength and
power. It was a clever tactic, and Shale found her respect for the queen
growing.
Shale felt eyes on her, and
glanced to Blake, who was looking at her oddly, head tilted slightly in
thought.
Blake abruptly stood, excused
herself, and left the lodge.
Shale frowned, wondering what
that was about. She focussed on the others, grateful that Kale was taking
care of most of their side of the conversation. Kale was answering the
inquisitive questions patiently, and asking a few of her own.
A short while later, Blake
re-entered, and placed a bowl full of hot soup in front of Shale.
Shale was surprised. She
hadn’t thought she was that obvious. From the confusion on the others’
faces, she was certain that no one else had noticed. Blake was either very
observant, or was giving her extra attention. Shale smiled up at her.
“Thank you.”
Blake squeezed her shoulder,
then returned to her seat.
Shale received an even
sharper glare from Melaina, but she didn’t know why. Surely it should have
pleased Melaina to know that she was in pain as a result of their fight.
She dismissed it and dug into her soup, the liquid sliding down her throat
effortlessly. She gave Blake another smile.
For the whole evening, Kale
was a model Amazon, as Shale knew she could be, and kept everyone
entertained with stories of their old tribe.
Shale listened with a wistful
expression, prompting Kale whenever she left something out.
When it was time to leave,
Shale paused outside, at the bottom of the steps. She dropped her voice to
speak to Kale. “I’ll see you later at camp.”
“Why? Where are you going?”
“I’m going to walk Blake back
to her cabin.”
“How gallant of you.”
Shale chose to ignore