sleep?'
Tess grinned. 'As I hear it, he sleeps more now than he ever used to.'
'That's true enough,' agreed Konstans. 'It's a good thing he married, for the rest of us, at least.' He smiled at her, remembered that she was Bakhtiian's wife and not his old comrade-in-arms, and looked away.
'Oh, don't be shy with me, Konstans. We've known each other too long. Is there any word about the embassy from Parkilnous yet? Hello, Aleksi. Can you ride down to the ambassadors' camp and see if they've arrived?' Aleski nodded and left. Tess went over to greet Sonia and to send Kolia with hot tea to wake Ilya.
Karkand lay beyond, its vast sprawl of suburbs fortified by walls and its inner city grown up in rings around a hill that rose out of the flat land. On a second hill, a twin to the first, lay the acres of white and gleaming stone, festooned with pennants and banners, of the royal palace. Here on the flat, they saw the city mostly as two distant heights thrusting into the sky, the gray citadel crowning the first hill and a shining pair of towers crowning the second. The citizens of Karkand had not elected to defend the outer city, but Ilya had decreed that the fields and orchards and suburbs remain untouched except to feed the camp, and what farmers had not fled within the inner walls or away into the countryside were ordered to work their lands on pain of death. Sonia offered Tess some fresh melon, and Tess ate the sweet fruit gratefully.
'I rode through the outskirts of the city yesterday,' said Sonia. 'It's very handsome, and it's certainly bigger than any city I've ever seen. Why, there must be as many people living there as there are riders in Ilya's army. No, there must be far more.'
Josef Raevsky came around the side of the tent, his left hand touching Vania's shoulder so that the boy could lead him in under the awning. Ivan led him to a pillow next to Tess and Katerina brought him a tray laden with meat and melon and sweet cakes.
'Do you think the embassy from Parkilnous has arrived yet?' Tess asked him.
Josef shook his head. 'We've met only the merchant, who says one was sent. They won't understand yet what a threat we are to them. Like all the khaja, they believe that mountains and rivers can protect them,'
'And desert. There's a desert called the Al Dinn Kun, the Wailing Death, to the south. That's the one Tasha is riding through.'
'No one will expect him on the other side. Well,' Josef ate a bit of cake and considered, 'I don't think the khaja princes are trustworthy in any case. If they'll cast off their loyalty to their own king, then who says they won't do the same to Bakhtiian?'
'Are you suggesting that there's no use in us receiving an embassy from Parkilnous, if one comes?'
'No, simply that I trust the word of a merchant better. Their first wish is for safe roads, so that they can continue to trade. They will serve us out of expediency, but serve us nevertheless.'
'Here is Ilya,' said Tess, but Josef only smiled. He already knew. Ilya ducked under the awning.
Ilya greeted Sonia, greeted Tess, greeted Josef and the children. He ate sparingly and paced off with Konstans and Vladimir and Mitya in attendance to oversee the first line of earthworks being built along the river. Cara stopped by to assure herself that Tess was well, and then she left. A while later Mitya returned.
'Aunt Tess,' he said, 'Bakhtiian is riding out, and he wishes to know if you'd like to ride with him.'
Tess laughed. 'No, certainly I'd prefer to sit in camp all day. I'm sure the countryside is very pretty.' Eventually, they left Katerina in charge of camp, and Sonia rode out with Tess and Mitya and Aleksi. When they met up with Ilya's party, they found Anna Veselov in attendance with her husband, as well.
Kirill chuckled when he greeted Tess. 'That's very handy, how you've slung your saber over your back. Don't you trust us?'
'Kirill, I learned long ago never to ride out without being armed. Let me see your hand.'
With a grin, he lifted his left arm up as high as his shoulder and then lowered it again. He opened the hand, stretching it wide. Sweat broke on his brow, and he let the hand relax back into a loose curl. 'It aches,' he said. 'It aches constantly. I never thought that pain could feel so sweet.'
Tess glanced toward Arina, to share Kirill's triumph with her, but Arina had clenched her hands tightly on her reins and her mouth drew into a thin line.
'Do you think I'll be able to ride in the army again?' Kirill asked, and Tess saw Arina whiten about the mouth.
'You are riding with the army, Kirill. I notice that Ilya keeps you as one of his closest advisers.'
'Many of whom are too old to ride to battle. I'm still young, Tess. I could have led the army down through the Al Dinn Kun with Tasha.'
He could have, had he possessed two good arms. 'You must be patient, Kirill, and remember, there are other ways to serve Bakhtiian besides fighting. Look at what Dr. Hierakis has done.'
He studied his hand. It had color, and he could open and close it at will now. 'It's true that she by herself serves Bakthiian as well as any general. But she's a healer, Tess. That's how she serves the gods. All I've ever been was a rider.'
'And a teacher.' He shrugged, acknowledging the title but not embracing it, not now, when he could dream again of riding with the army. It was strange to see him shrug with both shoulders after growing used to the way he had moved before, one side lifeless and stiff. She sighed and did not know what else to say. Arina cast her a grateful glance and moved forward along the line to ride beside Sonia. The two women talked easily together. Tess trailed behind, falling back with Aleksi.
The party broke away from the fringe of camp and rode beside acres of lush fields. It was warm, and the air smelled fragrant and rich. Peace lay on the scene. A score of farmers toiled out in a field, harvesting. They started up, staring at the hundred riders picking their way along the edge of the field, and froze. After a bit one, then a second, then four more, then the rest, bent back to their task.
Farther out, the city growing pale against the sky behind them, another group of laborers sowed seeds, some kind of winter grain, Tess supposed. Ilya lifted a hand and the entire party came to a halt while he watched the farmers. His face was still. The sunlight cast its bright glow on his face, illuminating him. Tess wondered what he was thinking as he watched the khaja farmers scattering their seed.
But stillness never lasted long, with him. All at once riders appeared, coming toward them at a breakneck pace. Immediately every rider drew his saber, and the guards shifted to form a ring around Bakhtiian. Aleksi drove Tess into the center and stationed himself beside her. Arina and Sonia drew their bows and nocked arrows to the strings. Behind them, Mitya calmed his restive mare.
'It's Veselov,' said KiriH. But no man sheathed his saber. Neither did Tess.
The laborers had rushed together into a clump in the center of their field, but the troop of horsemen rode past without noticing them and drew up before Bakhtiian. Vasil rode forward. The guards parted to let him through. His hair was windblown and his face flushed with sun and air.
'There's been a sortie,' he called, pulling his mount around next to Ilya. 'At least two thousand men. Heading southeast.'
'This way?'
'Possibly. We can't tell if it's an attack or if they're trying to escape south. They carry the colors of the governor of the city, blue and white.'
'If they're simply trying to escape, then why not ride out at night?' asked Ilya. 'Well, we'll go back to camp.' He addressed Vasil calmly, as if the blond man was just any of his commanders: loyal, trusted, true.
Vasil obeyed-how should he not? — but Tess thought he looked a little puzzled, as if expecting liya to be angry that he had come with this message. They started back at a fast clip.
A cloud of dust alerted them to the battle headed their way. Ilya reined his horse back beside Tess, so that she rode with him on her left and Aleksi on her right. Arina and Sonia rode behind them, and at their back, Kirill and Mitya. Ahead, she saw the blur of arrows. A troop of jaran archers rode parallel to the khaja fighters, firing into their ranks, but like an arrow sped forward from a strong bow, the blue and white governor's banner flew high and the army of men it heralded pressed south with determination.
Ilya swore under his breath. A rider broke away from the jaran unit harrying the khaja left flank and raced over to Bakhtiian's party. It was Anton Veselov.
'We left the one gate unguarded, as you ordered, Bakhtiian,' he shouted as he pulled up beside them, flashing a glance back at his sister Arina and then returning his attention to Bakhtiian. 'Sakhalin faced sorties before, by that gate, and a troop of one thousand horsemen escaped out of it one night, but this-! We never expected an attack like this.'
