The Dark-Eyes War

Chapter 3

Since leaving their home in Lifarsa, near the Companion Lakes, Fayo

It hadn't surprised her this day when, after crossing the Silverwater Wash, the army captains had nearly reclaimed their ropes before she and the other Mettai had a chance to cross the river. Naturally the Eandi let them cross, and Marshal Onjaef even had the courtesy to apologize to her for the oversight. But she thought it typical Eandi behavior.

Still, she didn't regret at all her decision to march to war with these people. She knew that those who had come with her from Lifarsa felt the same way. The Eandi, too, had seemed to understand their eagerness to leave the village. How could they not? The ramshackle houses, the stunted crops, the half-starved beasts grazing on wisps of grass. Probably they thought her a poor leader. Probably they were asking themselves, "How could any eldest allow her people to suffer so? How could she have done nothing while her village died?"

Let them ask. What did they know of her kind, and how they had suffered? They couldn't possibly understand what afflicted Lifarsa. Nor did they have to. The Eandi needed Mettai magic if they had any hope of defeating the Fal'Borna in this war of theirs. Fayo

After fording the river, she and the other Mettai made camp a short distance away from the Eandi, as they always did. They remained close enough that if the marshal needed to speak with Fayo

They were close enough that they couldn't escape the aroma of roasting meat from the Eandi camp. Clearly the Eandi had no trouble killing game here on the plain.

Mander had accompanied her, as was proper, since as her son he would lead the village some day. She had sent him and his friends to hunt, hoping that perhaps the luck of the Eandi would rub off on them. He returned sometime later, looking glum and resentful.

"Nothing?" she asked as he approached.

He shook his head. "The warriors killed deer, fowl, even a few boar."

"And you?"

He laughed mirthlessly. "Rabbits. Nearly a dozen of them."

Fayo

"I thought it would be better once we were away from Lifarsa," Mander said, staring at the small fire she had lit with magic.

"It may get better. Be patient."

A frown creased his brow. He was so much like his father. Not only his looks-the dark eyes and long black hair, his long, sharp features and lanky build-but also his refusal to cling to false hope. Even as a child, Mander had preferred a hard truth to an easy lie. Just like his father. Tawno would have been proud of the man his boy had become.

"It's not going to be any better, Mama. We both know that."

"No," Fayo

He nodded, still grim-faced.

"The others need to believe its possible, Mander," the eldest said, dropping her voice and looking around to see that no one was listening. "Don't take that away from them. Not so soon."

"I won't," he said. "And I won't give up. Not yet."

"Good. With all our people have been through-"

Before Fayo

She saw the man a moment later. Her eyes weren't as keen as they once had been.

The Eandi walking toward them had been with the marshal and his daughter the day the army first reached Lifarsa. At the time Marshal Onjaef had given the man's name, but Fayo

Fayo

"Good evening, Eldest," the Eandi said. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"Not at all, my lord."

A thin smile crossed the man's features for just a moment.

"Please call me captain or Enly."

"Very well. What can I do for you, Captain?"

"May I sit?"

"Of course."

Fayo

The man cleared his throat. "I was wondering if you might be willing to tell me a bit more about your village."

Fayo

"There's little to tell," she said. "I've been eldest of Lifarsa for nearly two fours now. Before that, it was a man named Gay. He was a farmer, like me, though he also had a smithy. Before him-"

"Forgive me," the captain said. "I'm not…" He stopped, frowning. "I won't claim to know many Mettai. But those I've encountered have always been tied to the land around the lakes. They consider it their ancestral home. The other Mettai we spoke to refused to help us, and had no interest in leaving. But you…"

"You told us much the same thing the night you ate as our guests in Lifarsa."

"I remember," the man said. "And you said that not all Mettai are the same."

"If you ask me again tonight, I'll tell you the same thing." She raised an eyebrow. "You think I'm wrong?"

"I think that most Mettai are the same when it comes to their feelings about their land and about involving themselves in a new Blood War."

"Do you want our help, Captain?" Fayo

He exhaled. "I don't know. I…" He stopped himself, looked away. "I don't know," he repeated.

Fayo

The captain stared at her across the fire.

"I suppose you're right," he said. "That's all that matters. Tirnya and the marshal have been telling me the same thing for days." He climbed to his feet. "Forgive me. Good night." He nodded once to Mander and walked back toward the Eandi camp.

For a long time Fayo