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Time in Milliways can be a tricky thing, as any who have come for any length of time will know. Hektor pays little heed to calendars and the like; they have little enough to do with the ways he knows of measuring time at home, after all. It was only a few days gone, so far as he can think, that he came here from the boar-hunt; if more time than that passed he does not know it. More important has been the healing of the wound the boar gave him.
Another day or so, and he will return to the hunt and say to his cousin that the blood was not his own, or that he was but grazed by the tusks. For today, he gives the Lady Bar the salutation as it is taught in princely houses, and receives for his pains the sort of quilted gear the Scythians wear when the snows are not yet up to their horses' bellies. He half expects it to smell like the barbarians in their lands beyond Euxine, but it's clean enough. It will do, for as long as his sojourn outside takes. Better he walk the healing wound now and risk it bleeding a little than that he return to Dardania with a stiffened, too-tight scar along his thigh.
Another day or so, and he will return to the hunt and say to his cousin that the blood was not his own, or that he was but grazed by the tusks. For today, he gives the Lady Bar the salutation as it is taught in princely houses, and receives for his pains the sort of quilted gear the Scythians wear when the snows are not yet up to their horses' bellies. He half expects it to smell like the barbarians in their lands beyond Euxine, but it's clean enough. It will do, for as long as his sojourn outside takes. Better he walk the healing wound now and risk it bleeding a little than that he return to Dardania with a stiffened, too-tight scar along his thigh.