fingers, they shouldered aside their friends with jokes and roughhousing and settled cross-legged on shared blankets or slapped hindquarters straight on the churned-up dirt. They were all dusty, stained, sweaty, and smelling of days without a decent bath. They were reeves, and that was a reeve's life.
'You lot have a reek about you,' he said, to general laughter, 'which means you've been out serving justice again. I've got a nose for it.'
'How did you get to be so cursed handsome?' shouted one wag, a male.
A woman called, 'Sleep with me tonight, eh? I've a friend in Copper Hall might join us.'
Joss grinned. 'I'll tell you my secret if you'll quiet down a moment and listen. For listen you must. We all must listen.'
His tone caught them. They were weary, but feeling their victory in their bones, and the combination opened a path from their ears into their hearts.
'We are fortunate, jessed as we are. It's a hard life, truly. In a
way, you leave your family behind, even if you can always drop in on them. I won't tell you that the reeves become your new clan, for it's a tired old saying, isn't it? Yet here we are. We're camping together, eating together, drinking together. We know who we are, whether we're from Clan Hall, Horn Hall, Copper Hall.'
'I'm up from Naya Hall,' called the attractive young woman who had kissed him. 'Don't you recall me, Commander Joss? I saw you bathing that one time, naked but for the kilt and with it being wet and all, it didn't hide much. As I recall, you had quite an audience.'
Peddonon whistled; folk would laugh, and yet he was used to the admiration; he knew how to throw it in his favor.
'I'd happily toss a bucketful of cold water over my head again if I can just get people to quiet down and listen.' They were finally settling, the heat and the sure knowledge of a hard-fought fight that had ended in victory relaxing them as the sun sank toward the horizon. Soon dusk would come and, exhausted, they would sleep. Strike while the chance is upon you.
'The reeves have served the Hundred, as we always have. Today we've been part of a victory over an army whose cruelties have scarred the north. But let's not lose sight of what happens after victory.'
'We haven't won yet!' called one of the Copper Hall reeves. 'Commander Anji says as long as the enemy poses a threat, we must keep pursuing them! We must keep fighting!'
Joss shook his head. 'Are we meant to be just another cohort in the army? Or to be reeves?'
'What does that matter as long as there are remnants of the army running and hiding?' objected the young man as his companions nodded to support him. 'There are cohorts still training in this place called Wedrewe, up in Herelia. I saw them.'
'Wedrewe must be dealt with,' Joss agreed, 'but I want you to think a moment about the remnants of the Star of Life army. Who are they, really? Yesterday I fought hand-to-hand a sergeant in Lord Radas's army.'
'Who won?' called the Naya Hall lass.
'Do you even need to ask?' They laughed, and he waved them to silence. 'He reminded me of certain men in the village where I grew up. It's easy for a man to set a foot on the wrong path, to walk crooked out of anger or grief or greed. Those men are like
dogs lost in the woods. But they aren't our enemy. They're our brothers and cousins. In different circumstances, they might have been ourselves. We made them because we didn't pay attention while the world fell apart around us. Some can be lured back and make restitution, rebuild a life, and some just can't. But those who can't are criminals. They should be treated as the criminals they are. They should be arrested and brought before the assizes to answer for their crimes. The assizes is the rightful place for these matters, not a single cpmmander. For think of what a powerfully dangerous thing it would be if one man can pass judgment according to the strength of his will? Isn't that exactly what Lord Radas was doing? Isn't that exactly what the corrupted cloaks did, who hammered stars out of tin and gave them to their followers to wear? Do we want to become like them? Or do we want to restore justice? Maybe to make some changes — yes-' He nodded at the Copper Hall reeves who seemed about to object again. 'Yes, we need a new halls council-'
'With you sitting over us all as commander, no doubt,' accused one of the Copper Hall reeves, a curly-haired youth with a scar on his chin and, evidently, a chip on his shoulder. 'I've heard stories of you and the trouble you got into back when you were my age.'
Joss grinned. 'You haven't heard half of it, then!' The lad ventured an answering grin, piqued by curiosity. But Joss sobered. 'Listen, I don't care about being commander of the reeve halls. The reeve halls must call a council no matter what. They must debate what changes to institute, how to reconstitute the assizes here in the north, how to rebuild the halls and train the many new reeves. How to repair the damage left by the slaughter of Horn Hall's reeves.' They were absolutely silent, every one of them, intent on his words. 'Every hall must send representatives to meet. It's this council that will elect a new commander. Of course we must be vigilant. We must be vigilant on behalf of the law, for we must never allow the law to be corrupted by those who might claim to-'
He broke off, sensing movement to his left.
Anji stood on the berm, flanked by Sengel and Deze. How long had he been listening?
Seeing Joss had noticed him, Anji walked in among the reeves with the confidence of a man who knows his place.
They rose to greet him, and he moved through the group speaking to each individual, maybe asking to see a baton or spinning an arrow through his fingers as he listened to an impassioned tale whose sketched gestures told of a skirmish. He gathered smiles and nods and flushed, excited expressions in return for his attention.
Joss settled beside Peddonon. 'Where's Pil?'
Dear Peddonon. He blushed a lover's blush, and it made him look fresh and sweet. 'I left all my flights resting at Law Rock according to your orders, including Pil. But I wanted Nallo to give a personal report to Commander Anji, which she did. She was there when Chief Toughid was killed by the demon. I came with her to make my own assessment of the situation. To ask after you. Things are quiet in Toskala. Ostiary Nekkar has the council well in hand.'
Joss sheared off in search of Nallo. She stood to one side, watching the sun set. 'Heya, Nallo.'
'An impressive speech, Commander, even if you didn't get to finish it,' she said tartly. She glanced at the Qin soldiers still chatting with reeves. She had fire enough to burn; she just hadn't learned how to use it, as blatksmiths did, to forge something more powerful out of the raw and malleable earth. 'I listened to every word. I'm thinking about it.'
'Joss!' Anji strolled over, marked Nallo, and nodded gravely. 'Reeve Nallo. We spoke earlier. Is there anything else you need?'
'I've done my duty, Commander. I'll keep doing it.'
He raised an eyebrow, hearing an edge in her words that might imply the woman disliked him. But it was difficult to tell with Nallo, because she always sounded like that. Then Anji turned to Joss. T thought you'd want to hear Tohon's report on Wedrewe. Shai is sleeping, and Tohon sees no need to wake him. Will you accompany me? We can talk on the way.'
His smile was a beacon. Aui! Joss liked this man; he liked him very well. But he no longer trusted him.
'Of course I want to hear Tohon's report. I've never met a more skilled scout.'
'He was a rare gift from Commander Beje,' agreed Anji.
'Who is Commander Beje?'
'A Qin officer of princely birth, a good man. I was married to his daughter.'
'Had you a first wife?' said Joss, startled by this confidence. T
didn't know.' And had his first wife abandoned him in favor of a handsome outlander? Better not to ask.
Anji squinted into the sun drenched west toward eagles, although the light made it hard to tell if they were approaching or flying parallel to the river on patrol. 'The past is dead to me.'
The men scrambled up a berm and walked, using the height to survey the encampment as the light turned the amber that presaged dusk. Most men were already sleeping, exhausted from the days of forced march and the battle. Those who were still awake were scraping the last bits of rice or nai from big bowls. A pair of enterprising young women — where in the hells had they come from? — had set up a slip-fry stand, but it seemed they had sold all their food and were now just chatting merrily with a crowd of admirers.
A crew from Nessumara was still pitching corpses into the river, but the men from Anji's army who had been killed were being hauled aside and piled on wagons and carts so they could be conveyed to a Sorrowing Tower and
