sense.'
Loraica agreed. 'Yes, sir, but the orir thought it worth a chance in case there really was a traitor, and she said that if there wasn't one, then there would be no harm done. And an item was stolen from her during the battle.'
'What item?' Jhoqo said.
'A magical trinket used to contact her commanders,' Loraica said.
'Hmmm. That's unfortunate, but I don't see how that figures into these attacks,' Jhoqo said.
'Sir, she thinks it might mean that someone knew about her device, and might have betrayed us,' Loraica said.
'Nonsense. They're wildmen. They just saw something shiny and valuable and took it,' Jhoqo said.
Loraica nodded. Jhoqo might have been right, but Loraica found all of the pieces of the puzzle harder to deny than he did. She decided to think on it further and said, 'Sir, I think the orir just needs to feel useful, to be honest with you.'
'You've done well, Loraica. You're a fine terir,' the man said.
'Thank you, sir.'
'Does Taennen know of this plan?' Jhoqo asked.
Loraica shook her head and said, 'I do not believe so, sir.' Her guts wrenched, and in that moment she knew why. She wanted to tell Taennen, to let him know that she hadn't gone over his head by approaching Jhoqo directly, that she wasn't excluding him over his mistakes. She tried to comfort herself with assurances that she had done so on a direct order from her commanding officer.
'Let's keep it that way for now. I'll approach him with this,' Jhoqo said. 'This mission has been a struggle for him. You know that, don't you?'
'Yes, sir,' Loraica replied.
'You also understand that this plan of the Durpari woman is unnecessary, don't you?' he said.
'Yes, sir,' she said, uncertain for the first time in a long while.
'Good. Where would we Maquar be without our honor? Our prisoners are as good a measure as any by which we gauge ourselves,' Jhoqo said. 'Using them as bait, even when we feel there's no danger… it's just not right.'
Loraica nodded, hoping she could share her news soon.
'With this latest attack, morale will be low,' Jhoqo said.
Loraica agreed. The soldiers of both nations would be demoralized by their inability to understand how the attackers had twice gained access to the citadel and how they remained so well hidden in the wilds.
'We need to strengthen the resolve of the soldiers to protect Neversfall and everything it stands for. We must defend our position regardless of the cost. This is too valuable an asset to our nations to let it slip through our hands,' Jhoqo said. 'We need to figure out how these barbarians are gaining entrance to the citadel and how they killed Khatib.'
'Sir, that's where my other news is important.'
'Of course, Terir. Please, what is this other news?'
'Sir, I believe I saw some of the invaders coming from one of the buildings in the courtyard.'
'Hmm. You're sure?'
'Yes, sir,' Loraica said. 'Very sure.'
'Maybe they were raiding it, or hiding there?' he said. 'Well, it's circumstancial, I suppose, but definitely worth looking into. Which building, Terir?'
Loraica turned and pointed to one of the smaller vacant quarters.
Jhoqo nodded. 'I hope you're right, Terir. If so, we can stop the orir's nonsense about a traitor. The idea of a traitor in our midst only hurts morale more. If you're right about that building, then we can firm up morale by reassuring everyone that the threat does not come from within,' he said. 'And if the men discover for certain that the enemy is on the outside, they'll stay alert and anxious to exact retribution.'
'Yes, sir,' Loraica said. 'But it could be possible that they have an accomplice inside. It's unlikely, but possible. Shouldn't we at least consider it?'
'When you are a leader of men, Terir, you realize that belief is a stronger tool than truth,' Jhoqo said. 'Uniting men in a cause by appealing to their morale is the single most effective weapon a commander has at his or her disposal. Remember that. Sometimes that means giving them all something to care about. Other times it means taking that something away.'
They stood there, facing one another for a long time before Jhoqo spoke. 'You have wall duty this night?' Jhoqo asked.
'Yes, sir.'
'Good. I will sleep more soundly knowing that,' Jhoqo said with a smile, and he clapped her on the shoulder. 'I will order an examination of the building you suspect is the invader's entrance. Until we can prove something, though, please don't share this with anyone else. I don't want a panic, tearing buildings down looking for the attackers.'
'No, sir.'
'Good. Thank you, Terir. I believe firmly that morale will benefit if you are right. But if we get hopes up among the troops only then to dash them if we find nothing, I fear a greater plunge in spirits,' Jhoqo said. 'Let me know if you learn anything else. Have a good night.'
'Yes, sir.'
Jhoqo smiled again and walked away. Loraica looked back at her dwindling list of soldiers' names and pondered what the man had said. She had expected him to show a little excitement at her discovery, instead of launching into one of his speeches.
She sighed. If holding her tongue for a short while would keep the list in her hands from growing shorter, then that's what she should do. But she wasn't sure it would help to pretend there was nothing strange going on.
In the end she had made a commitment to Adeenya. With any luck, Jhoqo was right and it was pointless, but if he were mistaken, something needed to be done. Loraica settled into her pace atop the wall, watching the stars come out and wishing she had answers. Moreover, she wished she didn't have the questions.
The dim light of the morning peeking through the high windows in the small stone room made Marlke s frown difficult but not impossible to see. His lips were as square as the stones that made up the walls.
'Are you sure, sir?' the dwarf asked as he knelt to continue lacing his boots.
'Yes. The formian was very clear,' Adeenya said.
The room was clean and orderly. Marlke was discipline incarnate and always kept his quarters neat, as all soldiers were required to do in training, but few managed once they were in the field. He said it was good for morale, and Adeenya figured if it worked for Marlke, he was welcome to it.
'I don't know,' Marlke said. 'It sounds too convenient to me, Orir. They're prisoners looking for a bargaining chip.'
'We can't take that chance. They saw the traitor,' Adeenya said. 'Until we can pry the identity from them we need to be on guard for treachery-all of us. Getting the information shouldn't take too long.'
'It's risking a lot on nothing,' Marlke said. Adeenya raised an eyebrow and the dwarf added, 'Begging your pardon, sir.'
'I agree that it's risky,' she said, 'but it's what we must do.'
Marlke grunted and shrugged before saying, 'Fine, sir. I'll spread the word this morning during the meal.'
Adeenya nodded. Withholding information, especially from her own second, felt wrong and unbecoming to a leader, but she saw no choice given the circumstances. She had considered letting Marlke in on her plan, but had decided that the fewer people who knew, the better the chances of the plan working. And the plan needed to work. The mystery of her missing pendant still burned in her mind. She hoped she would not cross the boundary between caution and paranoia.
She thanked the dwarf for his cooperation and took her leave of him. The sun had just passed the horizon,
