Oathbreaker

'And I hope it isn't a disciplinary problem -- '

Kyra's autumnal eyes were even rounder than before; Tarma suppressed a chuckle. Kyra hadn't seen the Captain except to sign with her, and was patently in awe of her. 'Captain, this is my new scout, Kyra -- '

'Replaced Pawell, didn't she?'

'Aye -- to make it short, she thinks she knows a way to come in behind Kelcrag.'

'Great good gods!' Idra half rose off of her tall stool, then sank down again, with a look as though she'd been startled out of a doze.

Well, that certainly got their attention, Tarma thought, watching both Idra and her Second go from weary and discouraged to alert in the time it took to say the words.

'C'mere, kid,' Sewen rumbled. He took Kyra's wool-clad elbow with a hard and callused hand that looked fit to crush the bones of her arm, and which Tarma knew from experience could safely keep a day-old chick sheltered across a furlong of rough ground. He pulled her over to the table in the center of the tent. 'Y'read maps, no? Good. Here's us. Here's him. Report -- '

Kyra plainly forgot her awe and tear of magic, and the diffidence with which she had regarded her leaders, and became the professional scout beneath Sewen's prodding. The tall, bony Second was Idra's right hand and more -- where her aristocratic bearing sometimes overawed her own people, particularly new recruits. Sewen was as plain as a clod of earth and awed no one. Not that anyone ever thought of insubordination around him; he was just as respected as Idra -- it was just that he looked and sounded exactly like what he was; a common fighter who'd come up through the ranks on brains and ability. He still dressed, by preference, in the same boiled-leather armor and homespun he'd always worn, though he could more than afford the kind of expensive riveted brigandine and doeskin Idra and Tarma had chosen. He understood everything about the Hawks from the ground up -- because he'd served the Hawks since Idra's fifth year of commanding them. Idra and Tarma just leaned over the map-table with him and let him handle the young scout.

'So -- on the face of it, it bears checking. That's a task for the scouts,' Idra said at last, when Kyra had finished her report. She braced both hands on the table and turned to her Scoutmaster. 'Tarma, what's your plan?'

'That I take out Kyra and -- hmm -- Garth, Beaker and Jodi,' Tarma replied after a moment of thought 'We leave before dawn tomorrow and see what we can see. If this trail still exists, we'll follow it in and find out if the locals are right. I'll have Beaker bring a pair of his birds; one to let you know if we find the trail at all, and one to tell you yea or nay on whether it's usable. That way you'll have full information for Lord Leamount without waiting for us to get back.'

'Good.' Idra nodded in satisfaction, as a bit of gray-brown hair escaped to get into her eyes. 'Sewen?'

'What I'd do,' Sewen affirmed, pushing away from the table and sitting back onto his stool. 'Them birds don't like water, but that's likely to mafce 'em want their coops more, maybe fly a bit faster, hey? Don' wanta send a mage-message, or Kelcrag's magickers might track it.'

'Uh-huh; that was my thought,' Tarma agreed, nodding. 'That, and the sad fact that other than Keth, our magickers might not be able to boost a mage-message that far.'

'I need Keth here,' Idra stated, 'and none of Leamount's mages are fit enough to travel over that kind of territory.'

Sewen emitted a bark of laughter, weathered face crinkling up for a moment. 'Gah, that lot's as miserable as a buncha wet chickens in a leaky hennery right now. They don' know this weather, an' ev'ry time they gotta move from their tent, y'd think it was gonna be a trip t' th' end of th' earth!' Idra looked thoughtful for a moment, and rubbed the side of her nose with her finger. 'This isn't wizard weather, is it, do you suppose?'

Both Tarma and her scout shook their heads vigorously. 'Na, Cap'n,' Kyra said, cheerful light brightening her round face. 'Na, is just a bit of a gentle fall storm. Y'should see a hard one, now -- '

Idra's eyebrows shot upward; she straightened and looked seriously alarmed until Sewen's guffaw told her she'd been played for an ignorant flatlander.

'Seriously, no,' Tarma seconded, 'I asked Keth. She says the only sign of wizard weather would be if this stopped -- that it's got too much weight behind it, whatever that means.'

Sewen lifted his own eyebrow and supplied the answer. 'She meant it's somethin' comin' in the proper season -- got all the weight of time an' what should be behind it.' He grinned at Tarma's loose jaw, showing teeth a horse could envy. 'Useta study wizardry as a lad, hadn't 'nough Gift t' be more'n half a hedge-wizard, so gave't up.'

'Good, then, we're all agreed.' Idra straightened her shoulders, gave her head an unconscious toss to get that bit of her hair out of her face. 'Tarma, see to it. Who will you put in to replace you tomorrow?'

'Tamar. Next to Garth and Jodi, he's my best. and he's come in from the skirmishers.'

'Good. And tell him to tell the rest of your scouts not to give the enemy any slack tomorrow, but not to get in as close as they did today. I don't want them thinking we've maybe found something else to concentrate on, but I