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«Not yet,» said the Marshal. Those two words said a good deal. «Come to my camp tonight, and we'll speak more of it.»
«Very well.» In an effort to get some control over the situation, Blade said, «I suggest you make your camp at the foot of the hill. We'll stay in the castle, and share any food we have to spare.» He fixed the Marshal with a sharp look. «I think our men should stay apart, at least for tonight.»
«Of course,» said the Marshal, as calmly as if they'd just been discussing the weather.
Normally, Blade would have put on his best clothes and weapons and ridden down to the Neyan camp with some kind of ceremony. Unfortunately, weeks of campaigning had left him with no «bests.» He walked down the hill, wearing the clothes with the fewest holes and the sword with the fewest nicks on its edges. He wanted to have Cheeky riding on his shoulder, but when the time came to go, the feather-monkey was nowhere to be found. With Blade walked six Lords, all armed to the teeth and carrying several hundred pounds of horsemeat.
The Neyan Marshal met them at the edge of the camp. He sent the meat carriers off to the cook tent and led Blade toward his own quarters. As he opened the front flap of his tent, a high-pitched yeeeep from two Feathered Ones sounded from the darkness inside. The Marshal raised his lantern, and the pale yellow light revealed the interior of the tent.
The two Feathered Ones stood on his pallet, the larger one crouched over the back of the smaller. Both of their tails stood straight out, and both of their feather crests stood up. Blade sighed. It wasn't the first time he'd seen Feathered Ones having sexual intercourse, and…
Then they pulled away from each other, and the larger one yeeeped again, indignantly. Blade stared. It was Cheeky! Then the Marshal got a good look at the other, and let out a roar that made the Feathered Ones leap off the pallet and vanish into the darkness. The Marshal looked at the ceiling and said in a carefully neutral voice: «The female-underneath-she was my bonded one-Hoyla.»
In the same tone, Blade replied, «The other one was mine-Cheeky.»
There was a long silence.
Then the Marshal laughed and reached out to grip Blade's hand. «Allowing for-oh, different ways of expressing it-I want to say the same thing as our Feathered Ones. Ney and Nainan should stand together against the Easterners until the war is won. If there are any differences to be settled after that, we can settle them without giving outlanders-no, hear me out. You were an outlander, Blade. You are now blood and bone and earth of the Crimson River, more than those of us who did not see it was our duty to do as you have done.»
There was nothing to say to that, so Blade was silent until the Marshal went on. «We can settle our differences afterward. What do you say?»
«Which of Garon's sons do you follow?»
«None,» was the surprising answer. «All of them are more interested in wi
This information kept Blade from having to commit himself to any of Garon's four quarrelsome sons. «I can speak for the men who follow me,» he said. «They will fight side by side with yours against the invaders, and as long as necessary. I ca
«Good. Then let us seek those battles.»
«Wait,» said Blade. «Will your Lords trust me? Will they fight beside Lords led by the man who killed their Duke?»
«You killed Duke Garon in fair fight, a duel of his own choosing, in no unlordly way, and you showed much courage,» said the Marshal solemnly. Less solemnly, he added, «I think none of us doubted Garon would die that way, sooner or later. It was the death he sought, and surely a better death than he would have gotten from King Fedron.»
Blade couldn't disagree with that last point.
When he walked uphill later that night, his stomach was heavy from too much undercooked horsemeat and his mouth was sour from too much bad wine. Cheeky rode on his shoulder, half-asleep, smugly content with his night's work, and stinking to high heaven. Blade still felt better than he had since he heard the news of Cyron's death.
Chapter 23
At the same time as Ney's Marshal was approaching Blade, Marshal Alsin was leading out the forces of Nainan, Gualdar, and Skandra a hundred miles away. Between them, Blade and Alsin cleared the Duchies of King Fedron's bands of raiders. In two weeks, the last of them was on its way toward the passes, harried by vengeful Lords and even by some peasants. Apparently Blade wasn't the only Lord along the Crimson River who had looked the other way while the unlordly armed themselves.
The victory was expensive; it did not touch the heart of King Fedron's main army, and it came too late for many people. Among these was Romiss the Breeder. A band of raiders captured him while he was visiting a friend in the village near his castle. They took him to the castle and threatened to torture him to death if the men inside did not open the gates.
«Don't give these swine a thing!» Romiss shouted, before he was silenced.
Romiss's men were accustomed to obeying his orders and did not open the gates. Instead they watched as the Breeder was blinded, then castrated, then burned with hot irons. After that, Alsin rode up and scattered the raiders, in time to save the castle, but too late to do anything for Romiss except give him a quick death.
«No man in all the Duchies died a more lordly death,» said Alsin when Blade rode back to Castle Ranit and heard the news. «The men of the castle have asked for arms, in order to defend it if there is another attack.»
«There will be,» said Blade. «And this time from Fedron's whole army.»
«I know.» Alsin seemed unwilling to look at Blade. «So I have given them arms, to use within the castle itself. No sane Lord can say I should leave them helpless, to die like Romiss!»
«No.» So Romiss was dead, and all the secrets of the origins of the Feathered Ones were gone with him. But right now this seemed like a small detail to Blade, who excused himself and went up to see Miera.
She was barely conscious, not even enough to recognize him, and after a few minutes, she slipped back into sleep. Blade sat by the bed until Sarylla came and led him away for a drink. She looked almost as bad as her patient by now-gaunt, red-eyed, her glossy black hair faded and hanging in strings.
Now bad news and good news followed each other in swift succession. First they heard that Chenosh had signed an alliance with King Handryg of the West Kingdom. Next they heard that King Fedron was preparing to invade with his main army. Then they heard that Chenosh was returning, bringing some of Handryg's Lords with him, to wait until King Handryg himself arrived with the rest of his army and supply wagons. Finally, they heard on the same day that King Fedron's army had crossed the border and that Miera was showing signs of pneumonia. A few moments later, the girl was fighting for her life, while the King's army was marching straight on the Duchy of Nainan.
After they learned of Fedron's proximity, everyone was too busy preparing Castle Ranit to stand a siege and serve as a base for the army of the Duchies to sympathize with Blade. But he did not miss the sympathy. In his present mood, he was glad to be left alone.
It was going to be a cloudy day, so they wouldn't have to fight in a blazing sun. Blade was glad of that. He didn't find much else to be glad about.