cooperated with them because they had his son hostage. And while he did that they ate the boy, like those Vinlanders did to old Cheretis' favorite goat. And fed the bones to their dog. There's this big yellow dog that goes about with 'em sometimes. People say it's no natural dog. Say it can be shot without being killed.'
'That was Georgio's story,' said Kosti. 'Georgio once had a wild pig get drunk on fermented windfall apples in his master's orchard . . . and he tried to shoot it when it was sleeping it off. From about three feet away! He still missed it.'
'Well, yes,' admitted Taki. 'But Serakis says he saw the boy's waistcoat and the thigh bone. Tooth marks right into it.'
Benito scratched his chin, thoughtfully. 'Doesn't sound like they're popular. So how do you think you lads and the other fishermen would feel about helping the Venetians do a bit of quiet raiding? Sink a few of those patrol vessels?'
'With our fishing boats? Are you crazy?'
'With the galleys. You spot them from shore. Dark nights we run out and sink 'em.'
They eyed him with interest. Kosti's grin was feral. 'Should make night-fishing around here safer,' said Taki with a nod.
* * *
Even with a guide from the fishermen it was Erik's men who spotted them first. He plainly had scouts out. And any Hungarian patrol was going to have to deal with an ambush.
Erik himself came out to greet them. The Icelander was, Benito thought, looking as happy as he'd ever seen him. Obviously things were going exceptionally well for him with his Vinlander girl.
'Well, Benito!' He clapped Benito on the shoulder and grinned as he looked at the hundred and fifty men in the valley. 'Is this all you bring me? And I had to part with perfectly good silver for your trip over!' Then he gave Benito an unexpected bear hug. Benito had never seen any real signs of emotional display from Erik. Perhaps this, too, was Svanhild. 'Well done, boy.'
Benito felt considerably taller. 'I brought back the principal and interest on the silver. In gold. We've got arms for five hundred. We've got a secure hidden port and three light galleys we can use to raid the blockade ships. And there are more men coming, as soon as we have the ships. And now, let me introduce you to Captain Di Negri.'
Benito pointed to the broad, curly-haired, swarthy man who was at the head of the column. The man stepped forward. 'Knight-Proctor Hakkonsen? I am Fabio Di Negri.' The two shook hands, sizing each other up. 'I have orders from the Doge and the Senate to put myself under your command.'
Erik raised his eyebrows. 'That's good. And surprising, to be honest.'
'I had to talk long and hard to get them to agree to it,' said Benito, with a wry smile. 'Fortunately Petro and, indeed, Venice know you.'
'Well, Captain, you are going to be on your own anyway, a lot of the time,' said Erik, comfortingly. 'We've found the countryside won't really hide more than twenty in one group. I've three separate units working now already. With your men and the recruits we can bring in we should make the north virtually free of Hungary. We'll seriously affect them in the south too, I think.' He turned back to Benito. 'And you, Benito? Have they very sensibly made you have to take my orders too?'
Benito shook his head. 'Actually, the Council of Ten has given me another assignment. Petro was opposed to it, but . . .' He shrugged. 'I wanted to do it.'
'What?'
'Trying to get the news back into the Citadel.'
Erik winced. 'Benito, things have tightened up a great deal since you and I came out. Largely, I am afraid, because of what we've been doing out here. It's nearly impossible to get within two miles of the Citadel. Emeric must have as many men patrolling around there as he has in the siege trenches.'
'I'll have to go and have a look to see what I can think of.'
Erik shook his head. 'Something crazy, no doubt.'
'Probably,' said Benito with a yawn. 'Meanwhile, can we get out of the sun and get a drink of water? I drank too much
Erik laughed wryly. 'Haven't you noticed how dry it is, Benito? The stream in this little valley has dried up. We're maybe half a mile from the nearest spring that's still flowing. The Corfiotes say it should be raining, now that we're into September. The rains started . . . and then stopped. We haven't had a drop since the day we had the earthquake.'
* * *
Benito scouted, with Erik. And then with Thalia, pretending to be a peasant with onions to sell.
He watched for hours, trying to find the obvious chinks in Emeric's armor. He had to admit that the organization was slick. Still . . .
'What is that compound over there?'
'Corfiotes. Slave labor. They are taken from villages where they suspect we have sympathizers.' Thalia grimaced. 'Mostly they get it wrong.'
'They're not very well guarded. And they're marched up to the front lines every day.'
'They have leg chains. The ones who are not working have a long chain threaded through all of the leg irons.'
'Ah. I see. Do we know of a good blacksmith?'
Thalia turned to Giuliano. 'Who is best? There are three making arrowheads and spear-blades for us.'
