Tiger is a sword-dancer, a sword for hire in the southern deserts who spends his time drinking and whoring when he isn’t working. When Del, a young northern woman, comes to him looking for information about a slaver, he initially tries to dissuade her but, when she persists, gives her a message he knows will make the slaver save her for him, knowing the slaver will decide to capture and sell her, rather than give her the information she wants. Of course, things don’t work out that way, Del having very specific ideas about being sold into slavery, and instead Tiger finds himself getting hired by Del, who claims to be a sword-dancer herself, to escort her across the desert. After she gets the information she wants, of course.
The book is about Del and her quest more than anything else, but it’s told from Tiger’s perspective. Tiger…is very sexist. Not abrasively, outwardly offensively so, but he is. That said, Roberson isn’t blind to this, and regularly has Del kick him in the head for this, both figuratively and literally. Throughout the book, both Tiger and Del make mistakes with drastic consequences, but the narrative makes it clear that Del’s mistakes are mostly her not being familiar with the customs of the land, while Tiger’s are pretty clearly portrayed as…well, stupid. And Tiger is stupid fairly often. It’s also made clear that Tiger doesn’t have problems with the idea of a female sword-dancer who may be as good as he is, he just can’t actually believe he’s face to face with one, which he eventually learns to accept.
In a lot of ways, it’s the kind of fantasy I prefer. The magic is pretty low key, and while Tiger may try to keep Del from standing on her feet, the narrative always makes it clear that she can, and while it takes Tiger a while to realize it, they’re equals. But there are “buts,” and I’m not sure how I feel about them.