'Bold words,' said Joss after the villagers had hurried away to make ready and the militia men carried by eagles from Olossi had received their instructions. 'Chief Tuvi could not face the one that entered your house.'
'Mai faced the creature. How am I to do less? It must be done, to understand what we battle. These Guardians of yours, upholders of justice, are nothing but tales. This is not a Guardian.'
'Maybe not. Maybe it is. Either way, I agree we must confront it.'
'You mean to stay here?'
'I do. The rest of the flight will move out of sight to the northeast.'
A pair of older woman walked out from the village and, politely but without smiling, offered them cordial. He knocked back two cups, feeling the buzz of a headache recede. Anji thanked them, and the women walked over to offer drink to the pair of reeves who, waiting on Joss's orders, had volunteered for the hardest task of the day.
'I note,' said Joss once he was sure the women were out of earshot, 'that you didn't tell them about the strike force that's riding up from behind.'
'What none know, no traitor can reveal.'
'You think there's a traitor in this village?'
'Three hundred men hid out on the Olo Plain for almost five months, and only now make their break north? I choose not to take the chance.'
By early afternoon the eagles were flown, the village emptied, militia concealed, and volunteers loitering in places visible on the far shore where the road ended at river's edge. Menard had stayed, but every other elder, all the children, and most of the women had left. The sun swung over the arc of the sky. As the afternoon grew late, its rays glinted off the water as if to blind the town to the coming threat. Forested slopes covered much of the land on the far side, although trees had been cut back on either side of the road by
folk gathering fuel or supplying logs to villages downstream. It was a peaceful enough scene. Yet Joss, standing beside Anji in the town's watchtower with a good view, felt uneasy, as at the approach of an ill wind.
'Did you tell Mai you meant to face a Guardian?'
Anji ignored the question and indicated the covered platform that housed the ferry winch and operators. The ferry itself, a sturdy raft with railings, bumped against the dock. 'Do you see it?'
At first Joss thought it was a trick of light scattering off the river. The hells! A winged horse flapped over the river, circled Westcott once, and descended, landing in the open ground between ferry and gate beside the Ladytree and traveler's trough where any soul might water. Wings folded, the horse stepped to the trough and dipped its nose toward the water.
Aui! It was such a stunningly beautiful creature that at first he noticed nothing except the elegance of its head and neck and the glorious pale wing feathers.
Then he blinked again, startling as though doused with water, and realized Anji was gone. The folk in fields had dropped to their knees.
Menard walked out from the gate alone, below Joss. 'Greetings of the dusk, ver.' His voice carried clearly in the silence, although he kept his head bowed.
The man riding the winged horse looked like exactly the sort of man you would find selling fans or eels in the marketplace or dipping cordial for customers at an inn. He wore a dark green cloak appropriate for the rainy seasons. 'Greetings, Uncle. Now hurry yourself. Have your ferry released. I've men to cross over from the other side. We'll need food and drink and shelter for the night.'
'Of course, ver. We'll be happy to accommodate. Before I send my lads to the winch, best we discuss how many travel with you and how much coin we'll need to lay on a feast. If you'll come with me to our council hall, modest I admit but I think we may be justly proud of our cordial, we can discuss-'
'Look at me!'
Surprised, the old man looked up. He stumbled, a hand pressed to one cheek as though he'd been struck. 'Neh, neh! It wasn't only me that started the fight. I was drunk and he was jealous. My clan
paid the fine — more coin than that vermin was ever worth — and the assizes court approved the finding and the reckoning.'
'You always hated him. Your clan was respected, and his despised. So easily you atone for stealing his life, which can never be repaid. And yet still you think about it, every day it eats at your heart…'
From the safety of the watchtower, Joss clutched the railing as the old man buckled, knees folding, and sank to the ground.
'How can coin absolve blood?' the cloaked man pressed on. 'I know all who have transgressed, and what they hide. There is not one I have faced, not even children, who does not seek to conceal wrongdoing, greed, petty and grand cruelties, the way he pinches and prods others just for the sake of-'
The shadows had lengthened, hiding that which plummeted out of the sky. Joss gasped, although he had not forgotten. Two eagles pulled up sharply, wings opening. Talons released weighted nets, and one fell directly atop the cloaked man, while the second tangled across the head and forequarters of the winged horse. It dipped its head and shook it off, backing toward its rider.
Two arrows thumped into the man's torso. In their wake, with two more arrows flying wide, Anji ran out with sword drawn.
Joss shouted. 'Don't approach him! Captain! Stay back!'
The man let the arrows be as blood leaked through the cloth of his long jacket. He swung to face Anji, who pulled up short, face a study in concentration as the two stared at each other.
'You are veiled,' said the man. 'Just as the other outlander was. Are you Guardians?'
Anji lunged, sword cutting toward him.
The winged horse had come within range. It kicked, and its hoof caught Anji in the hip and sent him sprawling. Four Qin soldiers ran forward, but the cloaked man met them with a gaze that staggered them. They dropped back. He flung off the netting, mounted, and flew.
Joss cursed. He whistled for Scar, dropped down the ladder, and ran out the gate. Anji got to his feet, wincing as he tested his weight.
He looked at Joss. 'What sorcery does he wield, to fell that old man without touching him, and confound my good soldiers likewise, with merely a look?'
Sengel and Toughid came up, rubbing their heads and muttering.
'What did you see?' asked Joss. 'He never looked my way.'
'I saw a creature who can remain standing with two Qin arrows buried deep in his chest. That is not a man.'
'He's a demon,' said Menard hoarsely from the ground. 'He tried to eat out my heart.'
Anji shaded his eyes against the setting sun. 'Likely he is a demon. Meanwhile, he's escaped. Toughid, call in the militia. Pull in the strongest village men as well. The enemy will reach here soon.' He winced again, took limping steps.
'Anything broken?' Joss asked. 'That looked hard.'
'I've taken worse. I must have been at the limit of the mare's range. Bad enough, as you qan see.' He looked up as Scar swooped low and came to rest by the river's shore. 'Do you mean to fly?'
'Neh. I'll see this through.'
Anji nodded. 'Good. They'll try to cross at night. Here's my plan.'
The sun yielded to night. Campfires sprang up on the far shore as the enemy reached the limit of the road. In teams of three, villagers and militiamen dispersed along the bank. Every flopping fish earned a start. If a branch floated past, a village man threw a stone. Across the river, axes chopped and falling trees splintered.
But night passed, and no one attacked.
In the morning, the remaining eagles and reeves took flight, all but Scar and Joss. Staying above arrow range, they scouted up and downstream while meanwhile a reeve flew south along the road to seek out the strike force.
The chopping continued. A reeve landed to report that the enemy was constructing a dozen rafts, logs lashed together with rope. The building site lay upstream.
'What do you think?' the villagers asked Anji.
'They'll come at night.'
'We'll be overwhelmed!' cried Menard.
The sergeant in command of the twenty Olossi militia men who had been dropped in by the eagles stepped
