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snow had begun to fall. He stalked hack out, mounted, and turned his
poor, suffering animal to the south again, trotting down the
snow-obscured tracks, cutting hack and forth-west and east and west
again-his eyes peering through the gray for Eustin and his men. It
wasn't long before he found them-a dozen men set on patrol. There were
eight patrols, they told him, and Eustin in the one that ranged nearest
to the city. Sinja gave his sometime compatriots his thanks and went on
to the south.
His gloves were soaked, the cold creeping into his knuckles, when he
found Eustin. I3alasar's captain and ten of his men had stopped a beaten
old cart pulled by a mule and driven by a young man with a long Northern
face and a nervous expression. Eustin and four of the men had dismounted
and were talking to the panicked-looking man. Sinja called out and
Eustin hailed him and motioned him down with what appeared to be good
enough will.
We're allies, Sinja told himself. We're Balasar Gice's men on the day of
the general's greatest triumph.
He forced his numbed lips into a smile and let his horse pick its way
gently downslope to where the soldiers and the unfortunate refugee waited.
"Not going with the general?" Eustin asked as Sinja came within
comfortable speaking distance.
"'Thought I'd let him kill all the people I knew without my being there.
I'd only have been a distraction."
Eustin shrugged.
"I'm surprised you're staying around at all," he said. "You aren't about
to he the most popular man in Machi. Wintering here might not he good
for you."
"Ah," Sinja said, swinging down from his horse. "I'll have all my dear
friends from Galt to keep my hack from sprouting arrows."
Eustin's noncommittal grunt seemed to finish the topic. Sinja considered
the man on the cart. He looked familiar, but in a vague way, as if Sinja
had known the man's brothers but not him.
"What have you got here?" Sinja asked, and Eustin turned his attention
back to the refugee.
"Coward making a run for the hills," Eustin said. "I was talking with
him about what he's carrying."
"Just my son," the man said. "I don't have any silver or gems. I don't
have anything."
"Seems unlikely that you'd live well out there," Eustin said, nodding
toward the North and the snow-veiled mountains. "So maybe it's best if
you come hack to the camp with us, eh?"
"Please. My sister and her husband. They live in one of the low towns.
Up by the Radaani mines. We're going to stay with her," the man said. He
was a good liar, Sinja thought. "I'm not a fighter, and my boy's no
threat. We don't want any trouble."
"Bad day for you, then," Eustin said and gestured with his fingers.
"'The cloak. Open it."
Reluctantly, the man did. A sword hung at his hip. Eustin smiled.
"Not a fighter, eh? "That's for scaring squirrels, then?"
"You can have it-"
"Got one, thanks," Eustin said. "Let's see this boy of yours."
The man hesitated, his eyes darting to the riders, to Eustin. Ile was
thinking of ru
Sinja took a simple pose that advised against it, and the man looked
down, then turned to the back of the little cart.
"Choti-kya," he said. "Come say hello to these good men."
A bundle of brown waxed silk stirred in the back of the cart, rose up,
and turned to face them. The boy's round face was shy and frightened,
but also curious. His cheeks were red from the cold, as if someone had
slapped him. As the small hands pushed out from his blankets and took a
pose of greeting, Sinja sighed.
Danat. It was Kiyan's boy. So this man was Nayiit, and all Sinja's worst
fears were unfolding right here before him.
One of Eustin's men stepped forward, looking through the cart. Danat
shied hack from him, but the soldier paid the boy no particular attention.
"What do you think we should do with them, Captain Ajutani," he asked.
"Kill 'em or send them on?"
Sinja kept his face blank as his mind worked at an answer. Eustin didn't
trust him and never had. Sinja tried to judge what the man would
do-follow his advice, or take the opposite. He suspected Eustin would
oppose him simply because he could. So the right choice would be to
recommend death for Danat and Nayiit. The gamble was higher stakes than
he liked. Eustin looked over at him, his eyebrows raised. Sinja was
taking too long in answering.
"I don't like killing children," he said in Galtic.
"Wouldn't be the first time I've done it since we left Nantani. 'T'here
was a whole school of them near Pathai. Kill the man, then? And leave
the boy in a snowstorm? That seems cruel."
Sinja shrugged and took a simple pose of apology.
"I hadn't known you were a great killer of children," he said. "We all
make our reputations somehow. Do whatever you think best."
Eustin scowled and the driver's face went pale. The man spoke Galtic,
then. Sinja wasn't certain that was a good thing.
"Maybe I should kill the boy and let the man go," Eustin said, and
Danat's keeper swung out of the cart, drawing his sword with a shout.
Eustin jumped back, pulling his own blade free. It was fast, over almost
before it began. The young man swung wild; Eustin parried the blow and
sunk his own blade into Nayiit's belly. Nayiit fell back, clutching at
his gut, while Eustin looked down at him in rage and disgust.
"What is the matter with you?" he said to the wounded man. "Look around
you. There's a dozen of us. Did you think you were going to cut us all
down?"
"Can't hurt Danat," the driver said.
"Who's Danat?"
When the driver didn't answer, Eustin shook his head and spat. Sinja
could see what was coming next from the way Eustin held his shoulders
and the blood in his face. Danat, still in cart, made a mewling sound,
and Sinja looked at the boy, looked into his eyes, and took a small pose
that told him to prepare himself.
"Well, we aren't leaving the boy out here, whatever his name is," Eustin
said. "Get him out where this idiot can see the price of attacking a Galt."
The soldier nearest the cart grabbed at the boy, and Danat yelped in
fear. Eustin swung his blade in the air, his eyes locked on Nayiit's.
Sinja nodded to the man at the cart when he spoke.