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Joden turned his head, trying to see my face. "Yes, if told to a true Singer under the sky. You
need to confide, Lara? Something private?"

I nodded. "Just between us. You wouldn't tell anyone?"

He turned the other way, digging in the pocket of his saddle bag. "I am not yet a full Singer,
Lara. But words between friends can be held as private." He pulled out a small string of bells
and reached forward to tie it in his horses's mane. The soft bells rang with every step the horse
took.

Without a word, the riders around us melted back and away, clearing a space around us. As I
watched, I noticed that they didn't seem alarmed, or even curious as to what we were doing.
"What are those?"

"Privacy bells." Joden seemed to understand my question. "For when you wish to talk or
confide without being overheard. The bells are a request for privacy. Don't you have such?"

"No." I leaned forward and kept my voice down. "When we want privacy, we go off into a room
alone and close the door."

Joden snorted. "Alone is not easy in the Plains. There are few doors in the tents of my people.
Fewer still in the winter shelters. If you hear bells, it's because the person wants to be left
alone or is speaking privately with someone."

I frowned, thinking. "Keir didn't use them in camp."

"A command tent carries with it its own privacy, War-prize." Joden seemed to settle in the
saddle, as if making himself more comfortable. "Now, Lara, between friends, what is wrong?"

"Oh, Joden." I blinked back tears. "This is so much harder than I thought it would be!"

"Ah," Joden nodded. "You miss your home. That is normтАФ"

"No." A sob escaped my throat. "Oh, no, that's notтАФ" I took a deep breath. "Joden, it's so
boring!"



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