'My thanks, Reeve Beiko. You'll be shown to a pallet for the night. Take food and drink to refresh yourself. I'll have a message for you at daybreak.'
'Yes, Captain.' If she was curious about the contents of Sengel's message, she hid it well. A soldier led her off into the dusk.
Joss said, 'What's in that chest, Captain?'
Anji's smile was like a fine steel blade. 'To gain another cloak so soon is an unexpected advantage. They have no idea. Hu!' He handed the rice paper to Deze and pulled his whip from his belt, brandishing it with a flourish. 'Events are progressing more quickly than we had hoped. Lord Radas's army has massed at Saltow. Sengel sent a diversionary attack to trouble them, nothing big, but they shook it off and began advancing into the wetlands — dried up this time of year — last night. During the night a cloak rode into Nessumara's council square, where Sengel holds his headquarters. Sengel had already uncovered a plot to assassinate the council members and Marshal Masar, so I suppose the cloak came to oversee the night's work. And to discover our plans, figuring everyone would fear him too much to act. But Sengel knew what to do-' He broke off. 'Hu! No fears, Commander. Your face has gone gray! It was a man, wearing a cloak the color of spilt blood.'
The hells!
Joss sank down onto the stool and, without thinking, took Anji's unfinished cup of khaif and downed it.
'Would you like some cordial?' asked the captain. 'Rice wine?'
'No. Go on.' His hands were shaking.
'That's all. Lord Radas has no reeves so he won't know how quickly we're moving up. That being the case' — he indicated the map of the Hundred, using his riding whip to point first at Horn Hall and then at Toskala — 'I'll need you to deploy your Clan Hall reeves to lift a strike force to Toskala. Once the battle is joined in Nessumara, a signal will be given from Law Rock to attack the garrison in Toskala. Do you have any questions?'
Joss bent close, lowering his voice. 'I don't know who this cloak of Earth is. But if Blood is gone, then according to what Marit said, Lord Radas and Night no longer have the five they need to control the Guardians' council. It's enough, Anji. Let the Guardians sort out their own struggle, as the gods meant them to do. To go on with this is wrong. We've broken the boundaries.'
'If we have, then so have the Guardians,' said Anji, tapping the whip on the square that marked Nessumara and the tangle of lines that suggested the delta's web of water and land. 'In truth, we're fortunate.'
Joss sat back. 'How can you say so?'
'They are poor leaders, these Guardians.'
'They're not meant to be leaders! They're meant to be judges, to stand outside daily life, not to rule or command.'
'How does that statement negate my point? This one called Night, eldest and most frightening, seems to have an ability to build armies but no interest in using them. Lord Radas seems interested in ruling but has relied on fear and intimidation and on the complete disorganization and lack of preparedness of the local militias. The enemy army sent against Olossi lost to our much smaller force because they expected to meet no resistance at all. From what accounts I have heard of the earlier assault on Nessumara, the enemy pulled back at the first sign of resistance. Yet you and I were told that Nessumara's militia was stretched to its limits and ready to collapse.' He swept the whip to encompass the land, from north to south, east to west. 'If Lord Radas's troops had pushed on into the delta five months ago, they would have conquered Nessumara. Obviously, the Hundred does not know how to fight wars.'
'No, indeed,' said Joss hoarsely as his face went hot, 'and a fine thing that is, too. Why should we want to fight wars and live in tumult, when we might have peace?'
'You might have had peace once, but you don't have peace now. You see how vulnerable you have become. Do you suppose my cousins, knowing now that the Hundred exists beyond the Kandaran Pass and having their eyes drawn this way, might not covet your eagles? These guardian cloaks? Your rice fields? What other secrets hide in your forests and mountains and seas? Look at my map, see how much of it is blank. Who are these wildings and delvings and lendings and merlings? What are the firelings who embraced my son on the day of his birth? Do you even know
what a rich land this is? Do you think that if the Sirniakans desire it, they will not march with many more than fifteen cohorts to take it from you and make you their slaves?'
'Commander!'
Joss looked up, but the man was speaking to Anji, not to Joss. A Qin soldier walked into the spill of lamplight under the awning.
'Toughid!' Anji met him with a grin. Forearms smacked together so hard Joss winced.
Toughid immediately noted the jeweler's chest slung over Deze's back. 'Mai and the chief arrived safely in the valley. All is as you hoped. It's unlikely your mother can reach her there.'
'Your mother?' demanded Joss. Why in the hells had he heard no word of this?
'Did I not mention that my mother has arrived in the Hundred? She was expelled from the women's palace by the new emperor.'
'Your mother} She must be a formidable woman.'
Anji shifted a knife on the map, the meaningless gesture of a man who needs to take his mind off uncomfortable thoughts. 'Formidable, yes. And as difficult to please as I remember from my childhood.'
The odd way Toughid had spoken scratched at Joss's uneasiness. 'What has your mother to do with Mai's needing a safe place to shelter?'
For an instant, Anji looked as if he wanted to kill something. Joss reached for the hilt of his sword to fend off an attack. Guards stiffened; Toughid spoke a word in the Qin language.
Anji's expression eased into a bland smile. 'Enough. A boy reacts this way. A man does not. Mai is safe. We march at dawn.'
He sat, reaching for a square of rice paper and a writing brush. He poured a bit of water into the ink bowl to soften the ink, dipped the brush, and then paused with the brush poised above a untouched expanse of white.
'Hu! Joss, what other news have you?'
A bead of ink sank from the brush's tip, hanging — like unspoken words — from the delicate hairs. But it did not fall. After a moment, Joss wrenched his gaze away from the drop to find Anji watching him with the same patient, guarded gaze with which he treated everyone. That he might once have been a brash, impatient, emotional child seemed inconceivable.
'You've anticipated me,' said Joss more brusquely than he
intended. 'Clan Hall's scouts returned yesterday late in the afternoon with the news that Lord Radas's army has massed around Nessumara. But that would have been before Chief Sengel's attack and the subsequent night attack, so it seems you have more recent information than I do.'
Anji nodded. 'Anything else?'
Joss pulled a scroll from his pack. 'A formal accounting of Horn's provisioning preparations for the army.'
'That can go to Chief Deze,' said Anji. The bead dropped and splattered on the fresh paper. 'There's a spare bedroll if you need it, in my tent. Or sit here beside me, if you wish. I'll be awake a while longer and would welcome your company. Can you fly Toughid to Law Rock in the morning after you've delivered the orders to Horn Hall? Toughid will be in charge of the attack in Toskala, when it's time.'
Beyond the awning, the camp was quieting as men finished their chores and meals and settled down to sleep, to conserve their strength for the battle ahead. There was no singing, no carousing, no jokes, no drinking or gossip. Such discipline was impressive.
'Joss?'
'You're right, Anji. The Hundred never knew how to fight wars. My thanks for the offer of a bedroll. I have my own. Best I rest now. It will be a long day tomorrow.'
Anji returned his attention to the paper, his hand assured as graceful letters flowed from the brush. Chief Deze sat in the other stool, the chest dangling along his back. Joss walked into the dark camp and its scattering of campfires to find a patch of ground on which to unroll his blanket and cloak. When he lay down to stare up at brilliant stars not yet joined by the waning quarter moon, his thoughts kept him awake for a long time.
They had broken the boundaries.
Now they would be punished.
Keshad delivered the oil of naya to Argent Hall, as ordered. Because the ship was headed back for Astafero
