Kel resisted the temptation to rub the spot where Dom"s hand had rested. She needed to find work. Was she some kind of fickle monster, that Dom"s smile and touch could make her giddier than Neal"s had? Was she one of those females who always had to moon over a man? Did other girls" emotions flop every which way? Lalasa had never mentioned it, if hers did, and she was quite good at explaining such things.
"That"s my doll."
Kel looked down. A small girl stared up at her with accusing brown eyes. She was streaked with mud and soot; there were charred places on her skirt, but there was nothing afraid or weary in those eyes.
"I looked and looked and looked. I thought Gavan stole it because he knew I would cry. She"s my favorite."
Kel had forgotten the doll she had cleaned and thrust into her belt. Now she gave it to its owner, who informed Kel that "Mama needs help lifting".
"Take me to your mother, then," Kel said.
The girl"s home was a shambles. Soot streaked the walls above the windows. Men and boys were on the roof, tearing off burned thatch as they searched for hidden fires. A figure the size of an infant lay in front of the house, covered with a cloth square.
"That"s my brother," the girl said, her face stony. "We were running across the street. The house was on fire, and men were shooting arrows, and one hit him. He died."
She led Kel into the house. A woman whose eyes were red and puffy from weeping struggled to right an overturned table. A toddler clutched her skirt. Kel got to work with the table while her guide took charge of the toddler. The young mother was happy for the a.s.sistance, and asked nothing of Kel past her name.
They had set the room in order and put the beds out to air when Kel heard someone yell for her. She apologized to the family and ran out, to find Lerant in the street.
"What have you been doing, rolling in muck?" he demanded scornfully, looking down his short nose at her. "Well, never mind. The Rider Groups are here, and the centaurs, the ones who are going to help search. They"re in a tent outside the main gate. My lord wants you to wait on them. The wine service is in the bags with the blue rawhide ties, with the packhorses. There"s two small kegs of wine in general supplies." He trotted away, not giving Kel time to reply.
She drew a bucket of water from a nearby well and poured it over her head to rinse off most of the dirt. Then she went to find the supplies outside the stockade.
The packs lay on the ground. Raoul"s personal ones had his crest pressed into the leather. Those with blue rawhide ties lay beside them. She had gone through one and was opening the second when a man shouted, "Hey! You! What are you after, grubbing in the captain"s things? Get out of there!"
A servingman ran over to grab Kel"s arm. "You think you can steal whatever you like, is that it? Well - "
"Hold it, Noack," someone interrupted. It was the burly Sergeant Osbern. "What"s this noise? They can hear you at the council tent."
"He was in Captain Flyndan"s bags, and I"m not to squawk?" the man Noack demanded.
"Squire Keladry?" Osbern inquired. Kel nodded.
"Squire?" cried the testy Noack. "Squire or no - "
Osbern raised his eyebrows. Noack went silent and let go of Kel.
"I was told my lord"s wine service was here, and that I should bring it and the wine to the council tent," Kel said evenly. "I didn"t know those were Captain Flyndan"s bags."
"Who told you?" the sergeant inquired.
Obviously Lerant was having fun at her expense, but she would keep that to herself. "One of the men, Sergeant," she replied. "I don"t know the names yet."
Osbern pursed his lips. "Too bad, because I would have a thing or two to say to that man," he told Kel, his voice dry. "It isn"t just the captain"s bags, Squire Keladry. My lord doesn"t drink spirits, and he doesn"t serve them. He says he had a problem as a young man, so he doesn"t care to have liquor about. Captain Flyndan likes a gla.s.s or two. He serves it in his tent, but only when my lord isn"t there. A water service will do today."
Kel nodded and found the pitcher, tray, and cups in Raoul"s general supplies. The company mages had declared the town"s wells to be clean, with no sickness in them. Kel used the well nearest the gate to fill her cups and pitcher, then carefully took the whole into the council tent.
Its sides were raised to accommodate five centaurs, who stood with the humans around a large table on which maps had been placed. These were younger than Graystreak, and looked to be in their twenties and thirties, though with centaurs it was hard to tell. Their youth lasted for two centuries; like other immortals, they never aged past mature adulthood. Unless an immortal was killed by accident or in a fight, she or he might live forever.
There were four human newcomers in plain white shirts, brown tunics and trousers, and riding boots. They wore the emblem of the Queen"s Riders, a crimson horse rearing on a bronze-colored field, circled by a ring. One Rider wore a crimson ring around his badge, the sign of a Rider Group commander. Two wore a crimson ring with a thin black stripe in the middle: they were second in command. The Riders had a looser command structure and did not follow traditional military rankings.
The fourth Rider was a woman with golden brown skin and straight black hair. She was five inches shorter than Kel, with a short nose, firm mouth, and level black eyes. She was stocky and muscular. Her hair, braided tightly back from her face, framed high cheekbones and a square chin. The ring around her Rider insignia was gold.
Kel blinked, surprised. As she set cups before the guests, she eyed the Commander of the Queen"s Riders. Buriram Tourakom - Buri, as she was known - was as famed as Lord Raoul or the Lioness. She"d been made full commander during the Immortals War, when Queen Thayet, the previous commander, had seen she was too busy as queen to serve the force she had created. Buri had been Thayet"s guard before she was queen; she had been co-commander since the Riders" creation, and had done most of the everyday work in the company. She was a ferocious fighter, armed or unarmed. No one tangled with her, given a choice. When Kel placed a cup before her, Buri murmured her thanks.
Once everyone was served, Kel stood at ease behind Raoul and listened. These centaurs, three females and two males, were very different from Graystreak. They were eager for the hunt and the fight to come.
The meeting ended late. Kel fought yawns as she followed Raoul to the inn where he, Buri, and Flyndan had been given rooms. While the inn was largely intact, the scent of smoke filled it from cellar to garret. Kel didn"t care; neither did the others, she suspected. The men and Buri went to their rooms immediately. As Raoul"s squire Kel opened her bedroll in front of his door. The sparrows protested this odd way to sleep, but found places around Jump. Kel was pulling off her boots when someone down the hall whispered, "Pst!"
She looked up, squinting. The wall lamp was nearly out of oil; its flame barely cast any light.
"Pst!"
Kel unsheathed her sword and walked toward the noise, stockinged feet silent on the wooden boards. If she had to go out of sight of Raoul"s door, she would wake him. This could be an attempt to draw her off, an attempt on his life.
The attempt was only Lerant, standing at the top of the stairs. "What do you want?" Kel demanded, in no mood to be polite. She wanted to sleep.
He glared at her. Kel turned to go back to her bed.
"No, wait!" he whispered.
She turned back as she considered smacking him with the flat of her sword to teach him respect. Such thoughts only told her how bone-tired she was. Normally the idea would never occur to her.
"Why didn"t you tell?" Lerant kept his voice low.
"Tell what?" she asked, her own voice barely audible.
"Come on. I heard Osbern set you straight. You didn"t tell him who steered you to the packs, or he"d"ve had me up before Flyn."
"You couldn"t ask in the morning?" she demanded, cross.
"I want to know now!"
Kel sighed. "I don"t tell on people," she said. "Good night." She walked back down the hall, sheathed her sword, and crawled into bed.
four.
OWLSHOLLOW.
If the Haresfield renegades were new to forest robbery, the centaurs and other humans with the band were not. Lord Wyldon had taught the pages much about tracking, but the next two weeks saw Kel"s education expand ferociously. Whenever the robbers could mask their trail by walking in streams and over rocks, they did. It reached the point where the hunters moaned at a glimpse of water or a patch of stone. The robbers often split into five or six groups to confuse their trackers.
The centaurs used magic to hide their pa.s.sage and their appearance in scrying crystals. They buried or hid loot so it wouldn"t slow them down. The Riders found two caches; Dom"s squad found a third. Everyone knew more was hidden away, because the bandits attacked every village they could, no matter how slim the pickings. In one village they sold loot from other raids, taking it back with everything else of value when they struck that night.
Clean clothes became a delirium dream. Kel washed hers cold and wore them wet, thanking the G.o.ds she didn"t get sick easily. She learned why Raoul had said she would do few of the things that squires normally did for knights. She barely had the strength to care for their mounts and weapons. Waiting on him as he ate and putting out his clothes for the morning would be ridiculous.
On the ninth day they ran out of the lotion that repelled insects. Lord Raoul growled under his breath and sent a party to the palace for supplies, for Riders and centaurs as well as Third Company.
By and large Kel thought the centaurs who hunted with them were decent people. They worked hard and never complained.
"Rogues make us look bad," Iriseyes, their female leader, told Dom, Qasim, and Kel one night as they gnawed stale flatbread. "Enough two-leggers call us animals as is, without this crowd making it worse. We told Graystreak he ought to cull Maresgift, Jealousani, Edkedy, and their crowd, but he wouldn"t do it. I suppose it"s hard to cull your own brother."
"Cull?" Dom asked.
"Kill "em," Iriseyes said. "Herdmasters like Graystreak can do it. You don"t want bad blood in the herd, particularly not in the slaves. It ruins the slaves, so you have to get rid of them, too. That"s probably what Graystreak"s doing now, culling the slaves that bred with that crowd."
Kel got up abruptly and walked away. Killing horses because they"d been mounted by wicked centaurs was obscene, she thought, hands shaking as she washed her dishes. It was as obscene as babies being shot as their families ran from danger.
That was the eleventh night. The next morning the party with fresh supplies found them. Clean garments and insect repellant gave everyone, including Kel, a more cheerful outlook. She could even talk to the centaurs, though she had to banish the word "cull" from her mind when she did.
On their fifteenth night they got a piece of luck: Osbern"s squad picked up Macorm, a Haresfield renegade. The young man was filthy and afraid. A bite on his arm was infected. He was bound hand and foot, wounded arm or no. Osbern told Raoul it was to protect Macorm as much as hold him: Osbern"s men had not liked what they saw in Haresfield. They knew Macorm had been one of the two who had opened the gate.
"It wasn"t what I imagined, my lord," the prisoner told Raoul. "There was no feasting or pretty girls or wine. Just take and run, and run. Gavan likes it, but he likes killing, too." A tear ran down his face, drawing a clean track in the dirt. "All I did was ask to go home. I swore I"d never tell, but they didn"t believe me. They said they"d cull me at sunset for the Mares with b.l.o.o.d.y Teeth - "
"Our G.o.ddesses of vengeance," explained Iriseyes. She and two other centaurs were listening to Macorm"s tale.
"They said they"d eat my heart. I believed them. They tied me up, but I got away." More tears followed the first.
"We"ll just shackle you, then," Raoul said. "To keep you from repeating the experiment."
"I know where they"re bound next," Macorm told him, desperate. "They thought I ran straight off, but I went up a tree. They never thought I"d stay close, let alone right on top of them, and I hid my scent with pine sap. I heard them talking after the searchers went out. For the king"s mercy I"ll tell you what they said."
"If we catch them, we"ll speak to the king," Raoul said after a moment"s thought. "If you lie - if it"s a trap - "
"G.o.ds, no!" Macorm began to weep in earnest.
Raoul and Flyndan traded looks. Flyn raised his brows; Lord Raoul nodded. "Time to call the Riders in," Flyn said with a thin smile. "Buri would never forgive us for leaving her out of the party."
"I"d never forgive myself if she were left out," Raoul told his second. "Kel, get Noack up here with his tools," Raoul told her. "I want shackles on this lad. If you"re good, we"ll feed you," he told Macorm. To Kel he added, "We"ll need Emmet of Fenrigh." He"d named one of the men with a healing Gift.
"He"s out of it."
"Aiden"s squad," Kel said. Raoul grinned. "You learn fast. Under thankless conditions, I might add. Off you go."
She went to find the men he"d requested.
The Rider Group under Commander Buri came just after sunset; the second Group arrived soon after. Maps were produced, laid flat, and anch.o.r.ed by stones and cups of steaming tea. Kel was kept busy pouring tea and bringing food for the hungry Rider leaders. She even served Macorm, chained to the tent pole for this conversation. Raoul had asked her to do it, though what she wanted to do was take him to Haresfield and rub his nose in the streets filled with the dead, like a bad puppy. Two things stopped her: she was on duty, which meant keeping her feelings to herself, and she knew that Haresfield had surely finished burying the dead by now.
From what she had overheard, a village called Owlshollow was to be the next target. A human bandit had heard the son of that village"s biggest fur merchant, apprenticed to a tanner in another town, talking drunkenly. The son complained that the old man wouldn"t die and let his son inherit while he was young enough to enjoy it. He was too miserly to buy a horse for his heir to ride. He mistrusted fast-talking Corus goldsmiths and their banks, and h.o.a.rded the coin he took from each year"s fur harvest. Probably his cronies did the same: they all lived as meanly as they could and whined about the foolish young.
That was enough for Maresgift"s bandits. They would descend on Owlshollow and clean it out. If necessary, they would torture the fur merchants into revealing where they"d hidden their gold.
Macorm was taken away under guard after he finished. Once he was out of earshot, the blond, blue-eyed Evin La.r.s.e, in command of the second Rider Group, produced a crystal from his sleeve. It glowed a bright, steady gold. "It would have turned black if he"d lied outright, gray if he"d lied even a bit."
"You"re sure it works?" Flyn asked. "I don"t trust bought magic. I like to see it worked right in front of me."
"It works," said La.r.s.e. "It ought to. I paid enough."
"We did reimburse you," Buri pointed out.
"Half," retorted Evin. "At the rate I use it for the Riders, they ought to pay me double."
"He only bought it to find out if the ladies he courts have husbands," Buri"s second in command put in.
There was a chuckle from the people in the circle around the maps. The air emptied of the tension that had filled it while Macorm was still present.
"Here"s their last known position." Buri marked the place on the map with a blunt brown finger. "If they"re bound for Owlshollow, traveling at..."
The hunters broke into a flurry of talk, figuring the bandits" speed based on what was known. Suddenly the mud-streaked, hollow-eyed, grim bloodhounds had become a lively group of humans and immortals again. The end of their chase was in view.
They calculated the robbers" present location, leaving a margin for error. Raoul sent Kel for a large leather tube packed with his things. When she brought it, he pulled off the cap on one end and slid out a heavy roll of sheets. He looked through them, checking marks on the corners until he found the one he sought, then drew out the sheet and opened it on their worktable. It showed part of the Royal Forest, the district that contained Owlshollow.
Reaching into his shirt, Raoul produced a gold key on a chain and pulled it over his head. Using the key, he drew a circle around the dot labeled Owlshollow. It included the bandits" last known location. When he closed the circle, the map vanished. They were looking down at real terrain, forested hills, streams and rivers, marshes. Owlshollow appeared as a small town at the junction of two roads and a river. It was situated on rocky bluffs, protected on two sides from raiders who came by water.
"Show-off," murmured Buri. "Bought magic still isn"t as good as what you do yourself."
"As if you did any," retorted Raoul.
Iriseyes ran her fingertip from the bandits" last known camp, where Macorm had left them, to Owlshollow. "Well, well," the centaur said, showing teeth in a predator"s grin. "Look at this."
"The river blocks them outside the town," said Flyn.
"Marsh blocks the southern escapes," Buri said, her eyes glittering. "The stone ridge boxes them in on the north."
"I know this town," Volorin said. He wore his dark hair long and braided, with ivory beads carved like skulls at the ends of the braids. "No one can get through the marsh, and that ridge is a hard climb, not easy for centaurs. If we spread out in an arc..." He sketched the arc on the map with his finger.
"We"ll have them," said Evin La.r.s.e.
"We split up," said Raoul. "Our hunter force takes position at Owlshollow, where they"ll seal off the river escape routes. The rest of us will form a crescent of hounds, and drive our playmates to the hunters." He looked around at the others; all were nodding.
The Rider Groups, the centaurs, and half of Third Company were given places along the crescent. Raoul would command the fifty men of the Own in the field. Flyndan and the rest of Third Company would make a fast ride at dawn, slipping far around the bandits to reach Owlshollow. The robbers would never realize the trap was set until it closed.
As everyone prepared to go, Raoul said, "Kel, you"ll report to Captain Flyndan and his sergeants."
Kel and Flyn stared at him. Flyn protested, "She"s your squire, my lord - "
Raoul shook his head. "I want her with you."
One of the first lessons pages learned was never to question a knight-master"s command. One pleading look was all Kel allowed herself before she began to clean off the table. By the time she was done, everyone had gone to their beds. She went in search of hers.
Raoul crouched between his tent and Kel"s, giving Jump a thorough scratch. "Walk with me," he told her, rising to his feet. They strolled across the large clearing that held their camp.