in those lands. That the problem happened with her sister doesn't mean it will be a problem for you.'
Her eyes widened. 'What problem?'
'Neh, nothing to concern yourself with. I was just asking if there had been any incidents, but if there haven't been-'
'What cursed manner of incidents?' she demanded, with a glance toward the shuttered reception hall.
'If there have been none, I see no reason to alarm you.'
'We just bought her because she's young and likely to grow into something useful later. Right now she's mostly just an extra mouth to feed.'
'I'm relieved to hear nothing is amiss and that none of the rest of you have suffered. I'll be going now. My pardon for disturbing you so late-'
'Neh, come inside, Master Keshad. Perhaps you'll take khaif and cakes and we can discuss the girl further. Really, these out-landers are a lot of trouble, aren't they?'
By one means and another he left the house with the girl, whose wan face turned several unpleasant shades as she recognized him, the man who had hauled her and her sister far from their distant homes and into the household of a master who had callously separated them. As he had once been separated from Zubaidit.
The hells.
But she went obediently enough. Young slaves learned to be obedient if they learned nothing else. She trotted beside him, for he practically ran all the way back to Master Calon's compound, impatient to be finished with the cursed business and hating her lifeless expression.
Calon had waited up, expectantly, with a tray of food and drink to greet their return. He chuckled as they entered.
'What demon has gotten into you, Keshad?' he asked.
The girl's color brightened; she looked around the room, straining as at an invisible leash. Calon rang the bell, and the door opened, and there stood her sister. The two girls wept and embraced until Calon told the factor to take them out and let them weep elsewhere, out of earshot.
'What do you want?' Calon said, when tranquillity had been restored and all they could hear was the clip-clap of a dray beast being led down the street just beyond the wall.
Kesh cleared the dishes off the tray and dumped the rest of the dinns on the lacquered surface. He hadn't counted them; he didn't want to know. Calon grunted, then put a hand to his chest as though he'd been struck.
'You always dealt fairly with me, Calon, so I'll trust you now. Here is the coin for their upkeep, and a stake for the elder sister toward her manumission. The rest she will have to earn herself. Here's the bill of sale for the younger. It will need to be sealed and signed off.'
'Why are you doing this? You're the one who brought them over the mountains and sold them to me in the first place.'
'I've had a change of heart.' As he felt his burden lightened of all the tarnished gold gifted him by the Qin princess, of the females left behind in slavery so Bai could walk free, he knew it was true.
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Dry season it might be, but Arras's cohort, given the right flank on the downstream end of the line, was able to move forward no more than about two mey during the night's advance. Despite torches blazing and no cursed reeves to plague them, they bogged down time and again in sludge-sucking hollows and spongy ankle-deep pools. One poor man had his leg bitten off by a kroke, which then slithered away into the darkness. The man died screaming. Shortly after, arrows flying out of the gloom drove the forward cadre into the protection of a hedge of thorny brush whose intertwined branches caught the missiles.
Arras came forward and waited a short space, tested an advance; no arrows flew. He personally led the reluctant cadre forward past the hollow where the beast had sheltered and the dead man sprawled. Marsh worms had already risen from the mire to sup on fresh blood.
'Where are my gods-rotted pioneers?' he shouted. 'If you'd been out in front as you were supposed to be, testing the ground with spears and beating the brush, you wouldn't have been taken by surprise.'
'What about the arrows, Captain?'
'Keep your shields up. Now, move out.'
He took a stint at the front, searching for traps, hacking at tangles of thorny brush, shifting a rotting log into a ditch to fill in for better footing. That shamed the soldiers, and the men assigned to track forged out in front of him.
Soon after dawn, the first reeves passed overhead. None dropped rocks. Nor, in the mire, did he see any sign of skirmishers, not that it was easy to see within the tangle of growth. This was flat ground but dreadfully overgrown. The thorns were the worst, but there were also thick stands of pipe-brush and sprawling tangles of a shrub the locals called poison-kiss. Mosks followed them in clouds. Flies buzzed in ecstasy, drunk on sweat.
Five months ago this entire expanse of ground had been underwater, impassable. They moved forward step by cautious step, slow, hot, stinging, and nasty work, and the men were hard-pulled and short-tempered. So when one cadre cornered a kroke, not a very big one, he-allowed them to delay the march to hack it into pieces. They took positions at midday on solid ground and rested under their shields. The sky was as blue as a demon's icy gaze and the heat was unrelenting. A few men fainted, but the rest held strong.
How the other cohorts were faring on the upstream side of the mire he did not know, but he found a knobby hillock and from that vantage thought he could see the causeway shimmering in the heat haze. Or perhaps he was just fooling himself, thinking he saw companies from what could be Eighth Cohort moving along the stone berm. Likely it was too far away to see, unless you were a cursed reeve harnessed up with your cursed eagle.
'Captain?' Giyara's face was red, but she moved easily in her boiled leather coat and quilted leggings. 'The sun's easing. Best we move forward because at day's end we'll be staring straight into the sun for a bit, not able to see anything in front of us.'
He signaled. The horns blatted, and the men began the next stage. They'd come about halfway. No doubt the commanders hadn't taken in account how slowly they would advance under these conditions. The commanders were accustomed to roads and paths, and never seemed to take into account that things might not go as they wished.
'You're thoughtful, Captain,' Giyara said as they trudged behind the front line.
Td've been happier if we'd been allowed Eighth Cohort's position in the center. Captain Deri will do all right, though.'
'Nice of you to say so.'
'I respect competence.' He swiped at mosks. His glove-encased hands were hot, but the thin leather gave him a better grip on his
weapons. 'If we're flanked,' he added, 'you'll go to the rear company and set up a defensive line.'
'Do you think they're hoping to cut around behind us, Captain?'
'That's what I would do, if I were defending the city. When we reach the first open channels, we'll pull the pioneers back to reinforce the rearguard. Then if one of the other cohorts breaks as First Cohort did, we can send our reserve to rally them. Cursed if I'll retreat again. It also gives us the option of wheeling on the enemy, taking them from the back.'
'If they attack.'
'If I've thought through every contingency, I can act faster when the hells break loose, as they will. I worry that Lord Radas prepares himself only for victory. He's so used to people falling onto their faces before him he can't imagine anything else.'
Her color heightened as if with a flash of heat. 'Captain, if you'd keep your voice lower, I for one would appreciate it. This cohort is loyal to you but that doesn't mean there aren't men here who won't carry tales in exchange for the prospect of advancement. To be blunt, I'd rather not be cleansed for being under suspicion of harboring traitorous thoughts.'
'Aui! My apologies.'
