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.But it was Supaari himself whom the VaKashani crowded around—all of them swaying, the children keening."Sipaj, Supaari," was the most common refrain, "you are not safe here."With an effort, he restored some kind of order to the gathering, speaking loudly over the chaotic Runa babble, persuading them finally to go back up to their largest meeting room, where he could listen to them properly."Sipaj, people," he assured them, "everything will be peaceful.There is nothing worth making such a fierno about."He was wrong, on both counts.The proclamation had reached his hometown of Kirabai only hours after he’d left, received when the storm-downed radio tower was repaired.The Inbrokari government had declared him renegade.Hlavin Kitheri, now Paramount Presumptive, had called Supaari’s life forfeit for the murder of the entire Kitheri family and of some man named Ira’il Vro, whom Supaari had never heard of.Already, a bounty hunter had come here to Kashan."Sipaj, Supaari," one of the elders told him, "the midwife Paquarin sent us word.She used your money to send a runner." "So we knew why the hunter came," another woman said, and then the others began again to talk all at once."Sipaj, Supaari.Paquarin is gone now too."Of course, he thought, eyes closing.She knew I didn’t do it—not that Runa testimony would have made a breath of difference."A hunter took her," someone said."But her runner saw, and came to us." And the cry went up again, "You are not safe here!""Sipaj, people! Someone must think!" Supaari pleaded, ears folded flat against the uproar.Ha’anala was hungry and rooted near Kinsa’s neck, but the frightened girl was swaying witlessly."Kinsa," he said, laying a still-blunt hand on her head, "take the baby outside and feed her, child.There’re provisions in the luggage." Turning back to the elders, he asked, "The hunter who came here—where is he now?"The sudden silence was startling.A young woman broke it."Someone killed him," said Djalao VaKashan.If she had burst into song, he could not have been more dumbfounded.Supaari looked from face to face, saw the shuffling, swaying confirmation in their bodies and thought, The world’s gone mad."The djanada say there must be balance," said Djalao, ears high.She was perhaps seventeen.Taller than Supaari himself, and as powerful.But clawless.How had she.? "Birth by birth," Djalao was saying."Life by life.Death by death.Someone made a balance for Paquarin."He fell back against his tail like a random-bred drunk.He had heard the stories — there were other Runa like this, who had dared to kill Jana’ata, even after most of the rebels had been culled.But here? In Kashan, of all places!Sinking onto the stone floor, he began to think the business through.He was known to have traded with Kashan and Lanjeri.None of the southern towns would be safe.He had been seen on the barge, so the river-ports would be watched.Pieces of his bedding would be distributed to all the checkpoints: his scent would be known wherever he fled."Sipaj, Supaari," he heard someone say.Manuzhai, he realized, looking up and seeing him for the first time since the death of the man’s daughter, Askama, almost three years earlier."Can you not become hasta’akala?""Sipaj, Manuzhai," Supaari said quietly."Someone is sorry for your loss." The VaKashani’s ears dropped listlessly.Supaari turned back to the others, as the impossible idea of making him hasta’akala rippled through the crowd."No one will take this one for hasta’akala," he told them."When someone was made Founder, he gave everything he had to endow the new lineage.Now there is no property to compensate the sponsor.""Then we will sponsor you," somebody cried, and this idea was taken up with enthusiasm.They meant well.A man in trouble could barter his property and titles for immunity to prosecution if he could find someone to take him on as a dependent and keep him off the public stipend rolls.In return for lodging and provision, the hasta’akala yielded everything he possessed to the sponsor and had his hands clipped—a lifelong guarantee against his becoming a VaHaptaa poacher.Supaari stood so they could all see him clearly."Someone will explain.The sponsor must be able to feed the one taken hasta’akala.You would not be able to feed this one," he said as gently as he could.They understood then.Runa had no access to state meat allowances, and obviously no right to hunt.There was a soft thudding of tails, raised and dropped to the ground in gestures of dismay and pity, as the talk fell off to an unhappy silence."Sipaj, Supaari," Manuzhai said then, "we could feed you ourselves
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