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“I’d like to think so,” Kaeritha agreed with a small smile. “On the other hand, I was already headed this direction before Bahzell ever came along. Not that I knew exactly why then, either, of course. But one thing I do know, Milord, is that He doesn’t normally leave His champions sitting around idle. Swords don’t accomplish much hanging on an armory wall. So it’s time I was about figuring out whatever it is He has in mind for me next.”
“You’ve no clue at all?” Bahzell asked.
“You know Him better than that,” Kaeritha replied. “He may not have actually discussed it with me, but I know that whatever it is, it lies east of here.”
“With all due respect, Dame Kaeritha,” Tellian pointed out, “three-quarters of the Wind Plain ’lies east of here.’ Would it be possible for you to narrow that down just a bit more?”
“Not a great deal, I’m afraid, Milord.” She shrugged. “About all I can say is that I’m probably within a few days’ travel—certainly not more than a week’s or so—of where I’m supposed to be.”
“While it would never do to criticize a god,” Tellian said, “it occurs to me that if Iattempted to plan a campaign with as little information as He appears to have provided you, I’d fall flat on my arse.”
“Champions do require a certain … agility,” Kaeritha agreed with a wry smile. “On the other hand, Milord, that’s usually because He’s careful to avoid leading us around by the hand.” Tellian quirked an eyebrow at her, and she shrugged again. “We need to be able to stand on our own two feet,” she pointed out, “and if we started to rely on Him for explicit instructions on everything we’re supposed to be doing, how long would it be before we couldn’t accomplish anything without those instructions? He expects us to be bright enough to figure out our duty without His constant prompting.”
“And Himself is after having His own version of a sense of humor, as well,” Bahzell put in.
“And that.” Kaeritha nodded.
“I’ll take your word for that,” Tellian said. “You two are the first of His champions I’ve ever personally met, after all. Although, to be honest, I have to admit I harbor a few dark suspicions about how typical the pair of you are.” Bahzell and Kaeritha both gri
“I’m sure you would, Milord. But that’s frequently the way it is, especially when the local authorities are competent.”
“I’m not sure I’d consider someone who could let that idiot Redhelm come so close to succeeding ’competent,’ “ Tellian said a bit sourly.
“I doubt anyone could have stopped him from making the attempt,” Kaeritha objected. “You could scarcely have stripped him of his authority before he actually abused it, after all. And once you discovered that he had, you acted promptly enough.”
“Barely,” Tellian grumbled.
“But promptly enough, all the same,” Bahzell said. “And, if you’ll pardon my saying so, I’m thinking that betwixt us it’s been effective enough, as well. So far, at least.”
“It certainly has,” Kaeritha agreed. “But my point, Milord, is that champions frequently end up dealing with problems which have succeeded in hiding themselves from the local authorities’ attention. Often with a little help from someone like Sharna or one of his relatives.”
“You think whatever it is you’re here to deal with is that serious?” Tellian sat up straight in his chair, his sudden frown intense. “That there could be another of the Dark Gods at work here on the Wind Plain?”
“I didn’t say that, Milord. On the other hand, and without wanting to sound paranoid, Bahzell and I are champions of one of the Gods of Light. Tomanak doesn’t have that many of us, either, so we tend not to get wasted on easytasks.” She grimaced so wryly that Tellian chuckled. “Of course, a great deal of what we do in the world requires us to deal with purely mortal problems, but we do see rather more of the Dark Gods and their handiwork than most people do. And the Dark Gods are quite accomplished at concealing their presence and influence.”
“Like Sharna in Navahk,” Brandark agreed grimly.
“Well, yes, but —” Tellian began, then stopped. His three guests looked at him expressionlessly, and he had the grace to blush.
“Forgive me,” he said. “I was about to say that that was among hradani, not Sothoii. But I suppose that sort of ’It couldn’t possibly happen to us’ thinking is what does let it happen, isn’t it?”
“It’s certainly a part of it,” Kaeritha said. “But infections are always hard to see before they rise to the surface.” She shrugged. “One of a champion’s functions is to bring things to a head and clean the wound before it gets so bad that the only alternative is amputation, Milord.”
“A charming analogy.” Tellian grimaced, but it was obvious he was thinking hard. He leaned back in his chair, the fingers of his right hand drumming on the armrest, and distant thunder rolled and rumbled beyond the library while he pondered.
“I still can’t think of anything that seems serious enough to require a champion,” he said finally. “But as you and Bahzell—and Brandark—have all just pointed out, that doesn’t necessarily mean as much as I’d like to think, so I’ve been trying to come up with anything that may have seemed less important to me than it actually is. If you can delay your departure for perhaps another day or two, Kaeritha, I’ll spend some time going over the reports from my local lords and bailiffs to see if there is something I missed the first time around. Right off the top of my head, though, the only ongoing local problem I’m aware of is the situation at Kalatha.”
“Kalatha?” Kaeritha repeated.
“It’s a town a bit more than a week’s ride east of here,” Tellian told her. “I realize you said you were within a ’few days’ of whatever your destination is, but you could probably make the trip in five days if you pushed hard on a good horse, so I suppose it might qualify.”
“Why is it a problem?” she asked.
“Why isn’t it a problem?” he responded with a harsh chuckle. She looked puzzled, and he shrugged. “Kalatha isn’t just any town, Milady. It holds a special Crown charter, guaranteeing its independence from the local lords, and some of them resent that. Not just because it exempts the Kalathans from their taxes, either.” He smiled crookedly. “The reason it holds a free-city charter in the first place is because Lord Kellos Swordsmith, one of my maternal great-great-grandfathers, deeded it to the war maids—with the Crown’s strong ’approval’—over two centuries ago.”
Kaeritha’s eyes narrowed, and he nodded.
“The war maids aren’t so very popular,” he said with what all of his listeners recognized as massive understatement. “I suppose we Sothoii are too traditional for it to be any other way. But for the most part, they’re at least respected as the sort of enemies you wouldn’t want to make. However much they may be disliked, very few people, even among the most convinced traditionalists, are foolish enough to go out of their way to pick quarrels with them.”
“And that isn’t the case at the moment with Kalatha?” Kaeritha asked.
“That depends on whose version you accept,” Tellian replied. “According to the local lords, the Kalathans have been encroaching on territory not covered by the town charter, and they’ve been ’confrontational’ and ’hostile’ to efforts to resolve the competing claims peaceably. But according to the war maids, the local lords—and especially Trisu of Lorham, the most powerful of them—have been systematically encroaching upon the rights guaranteed to them by their charter for years now. It’s been going on for some time, but there’s always something like this. Especially where war maids are concerned. And it’s worse in Kalatha’s case—inevitably, I suppose. Kalatha isn’t the largest war maid free-town or city, but it is the oldest, thanks to my highly principled ancestor. I like to think he didn’t realize just how much of a pain in the arse he was going dump on all his descendants. Although, if he didn’t, he must have been stupider than I’d prefer to think.”