Page 88 of Warlords, Witches & Wolves

“We have some amazing craftspeople,” she replied. “Our embroiderers and saddle makers can show their wares and people can vote on a winner. Perhaps we can have horse races and wrestling matches so our warriors can let off energy.”

Ogodai’s mother nodded. “That is sensible.”

“Who can guarantee such a thing?” Ogodai asked.

“The khans,” she replied. “If we cannot control our tribe members, then we should not be in charge.”

His face went red.

Her mind spun with options, but perhaps she was letting herself get carried away. She hadn’t convinced the Erseg tribe of peace yet, but what if they could find peace for the whole of Rhora? She caught Ogodai’s eye. “This is bigger than our two tribes,” she said. “I know our allies to the east want the fighting to end. Perhaps we should gather all ten tribes to bring about peace to our land.”

“Where would we meet?” someone asked.

The spiritual advisor spoke. “I shall ask the Gods.”

A wise idea.

Ogodai finally spoke. “We have much to discuss. Dagar, take her back to her tent.”

Surprise had her sit back. Had she said enough, or too much? She longed to keep pressing, but it would only get their backs up. She smiled at the khan before she left the tent with Dagar. His silent presence next to her soothed her. As they walked through the camp, a couple of men glared and put their hands on their sabres. “Will your tribe agree?” Shuree asked.

He glanced at her, concern on his face. “I do not know. Will your brother comply with any agreement we make when he is khan?”

Act confident. “I believe so, but the longer I take negotiating, the less faith he will have that I am safe.”

Dagar nodded. “I will do what I can to see you back to your camp today.”

“Thank you.” She smiled and his serious gaze captured hers, sending a zing through her body. Lowering her head, she ducked into her tent without another word.

When she was sure she was alone, she put a hand to her heart. Now wasn’t the time to be attracted to anyone. She had to be focused, arrange peace for her people and not get emotionally involved with a man who could be her enemy.

His courtesy and interest simply lined up with hers. They were trying to improve the lives of both their tribes, reaching for a common goal.

She sat at the table, itching for some embroidery, or something to do with her hands, something which would keep her busy until the khan had made his decision.

But there was nothing.

She sighed and settled in for a long wait.

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