More people — the entire settlement, really, except for the women cooking in the kitchens — had fallen in behind the procession as the singers switched rhythms and began to chant a complicated and somewhat lewd tale that everyone seemed to know, about a blind woodcarver and the blacksmith who courted her by forging fine tools for her use. Voices were raised in answer to the singers, punctuating the long descriptive verses with quick refrains: 'Too sharp!' 'Too dull!' 'Just right!'
Mai surveyed the settlement. 'I have not built it. They are the ones who built it.'
'Yours is the overseeing hand that guides them.' He looked at Tuvi, and the chief nodded. They began walking down, guards ahead and behind, Priya and Sheyshi following. 'That girl who knew about herbs and plants — why did she refuse Tuvi?'
'They wouldn't have suited. I have someone else in mind for Chief Tuvi.'
'Do you? Does he know?'
'Of course not! These matters must be dealt with more subtly.'
'So it seems.'
She braced her hand on his elbow as they negotiated a rough
patch of ground. Taking a breath, she ventured onto new ground. 'I hear a rumor that you fought a battle.'
'Was that meant to be subtle?'
'No. But I worry, so if you tell me the details, then I'll worry less because I will not be weaving stories in my own mind to pass the days while I wait for you to return.'
'You are right to wish to know details.'
He sketched the scene: night on the river, the demon he had faced, the battle that came afterward, the old villager who had died. Anji had been very brave, and foolhardy, she supposed, but perhaps he would not measure it as foolishness but rather as prudence. Know your enemy if you want to defeat him. It had worked out this time. That was all you could really hope for.
The Lantern's one-room counting house was ringed by twenty-seven stone cups filled with oil, the last one taking fire as Avisha and Jagi touched the wick with a burning stick, an offering of Sapanasu's fire. A new song rose as the procession descended to the gate, everyone clapping.
' 'Empty your basket! Don't carry stones! Heya! Heya! Today we celebrate.''
'Our children will know these songs well,' said Mai, 'even if we stumble through them.'
Beyond the gate, laborers from the fields and reeves and soldiers from the barracks joined them, the sung responses turning deep with so many male voices. They marched to the Witherer's altar and draped the thatched roof with curtains of green leaves strung on fishing line while Mai and Anji observed from a distance. Priya offered Mai juice. Sheyshi held an umbrella over her head to keep off the sun. Anji tilted his head back to watch the eagles overhead, marking, Mai supposed, the pattern of their sweeps. Chief Tuvi watched the crowd.
'I thought we made it clear that we wanted no temple raised to their Merciless One, not in our settlement,' said Anji as they walked behind the procession toward the irrigation ponds. The singers formed up on either side of a walled garden.
'It's only a garden, planted with useful medicinal herbs and other spices. And it's all the way out here by the irrigation ponds.'
'Near the training grounds and the laborers' camp.' He frowned. 'It's trouble, if you ask me.'
She snapped open her fan. 'Would it be less trouble if a merchant opened up a brothel? There are plenty of men here, just like in Kartu.'
'Has that old woman been to see you? She's dangerous.'
She laughed. 'Anji! No, the Hieros has not visited, although I am sure I would enjoy her conversation, since so few interesting people travel to the Barrens. I am bereft of company, which I was not in Olossi.' She fluttered her fan.
'Hu! I am struck.'
Her belly tightened. She sucked in a breath and let it out as the contraction released its grip.
'Mai? Are you well?'
'It's nothing. It comes and goes, not often. Priya says it is perfectly normal.'
'She is a trained midwife?'
'She attended births in our household in Kartu. Before that, she read texts written about medical matters.'
'I am sure she did, but I will breathe more easily when you are shipped off to the Ri Amarah. Tomorrow, at first light.'
So suddenly he changed his mind! She might have spent the last months in company with Miravia, and yet as she watched the couples enter the garden and pour rice wine onto the soil, she could not regret seeing the settlement expand and ripen. In the months to come, more Qin soldiers would cycle through and, she hoped, find wives, while meantime Anji had told her that another dozen or so men at other forts and stations looked ready to marry. Now they could truly say they were building homes in the Hundred.
Everyone was laughing, clapping rhythms. 'Aiyiyi! Aiyiyi! Bring me… to a good family, bring me… to a warm hearth.'
There were almost a thousand folk living in the various nearby camps or within the walled town with its market and burgeoning crafts and artisan quarter. So many! Anji halted, and his guards stopped, and she watched as the procession paced farther away toward the sapling Ladytree about half a mey distant down the track that led south along the shore of the sea, to other places and other villages not under Qin control.
'Too many people,' said Anji. 'Too far from the gate. We'll go back now, Mai.'
She sighed and, fanning herself, went without protest. Anyway, her feet were swollen, and she was really getting hot as the long afternoon baked the earth. As they trudged past the irrigation ponds, the cheerful shouts and singing faded into the shimmering heat-haze behind them. The barracks and training grounds lay empty. Everyone had followed the procession, except for the soldiers on watch.
'What about this valley the reeves found?' Anji asked. 'Who has been there?'
'Only the reeves. They say you can only fly in and out. It's lush and beautiful, so they say.'
'I'll ask Marshal Joss.'
'I thought I would see him here today, since he brought you in yesterday.'
'He's on patrol. For a man who charms women so readily, I'm surprised he never married.'
'There's a tale fit for a song. A sad, sad song.'
'Not one I'm likely to enjoy.'
She tapped him on the arm with the folded fan. 'I forgive you for finding the old songs ridiculous, Anji. But I love them.'
To her surprise, he kissed her lightly on the cheek. Certainly his Qin escort looked as startled as she was herself at such a bold, public gesture.
'Captain?' inquired Chief Tuvi with a look of concern.
'The heat has overcome me, Tuvi-lo,' said Anji with a laugh.
An eagle plummeted out of the sky. Mai shrieked, caught by surprise. Her belly contracted, and she bent over as the muscle clenched with an iron grip around her middle.
'Priya, help me!' Anji supported her as Priya held her other arm. 'Tuvi, that eagle is Scar. Go see what Joss wants. I want a cart for Mai-'
'It's easing. I can walk. A cart would jolt me worse.'
'Let's move,' said Anji as she straightened.
They halted in the shadow of the gate to wait for the reeve sprinting down from the empty market square where his huge eagle had landed.
'What is it, Marshal?' Anji called.
He shook his head, handsome face creased with a deadly frown. 'Trouble.' Then he had to stop to catch his breath.
'Call the alert,' said Anji.
The reeve heaved a pair of breaths, trying to get enough air to speak. 'Wait, wait! Give me a moment.'
Anji waited.
'A group of perhaps two hundred armed men. About three mey south of here. Riding hard up the main tracks
