Jaryd blinked at her, his disbelief clear despite the blackness. 'You… in Princess Alythia's bed?' Sasha nodded, biting her lip. 'Why?'
'She's my sister, I don't need a reason why,' Sasha retorted. 'She was being a pain. Besides, it was Krystoff's idea.'
'What happened?'
'We hid around a corner near her chambers… we had to shoo a guard away, he just shook his head and smiled, we were always pulling pranks. Then we heard a loud scream and Alythia came running out in her night gown. She knew who did it, she's a pain but she's not stupid.
'But she killed the lizard. She threw it at us, all dead and limp. I was upset, I yelled at Krystoff and went off to cry in my room. Krystoff came up and made silly jokes until I forgave him.'
'Over a lizard?' asked Jaryd.
'I've always loved animals. Horses, dogs, lizards, birds, bats. Some of my best friends have been animals. They're always honest and they never betray you.'
'True,' Jaryd agreed. 'The first thing my horse master told me-it's never the horse's fault. If he makes a mistake, it's the rider's fault for not communicating properly.'
'I agree. I've often thought that if more rulers went about their rule as they're taught to go about their riding, most lands would be far better places.'
There was another silence, longer than the last. 'Well, M'Lady,' Jaryd said eventually, 'I must admit, you're nothing like the person that I'd thought you were. It seems that I've been told lies about you.'
Sasha gave a silent laugh. 'And you're not so bad yourself, for a selfimportant, preening Verenthane noble,' she replied.
'I'll admit to preening,' Jaryd suggested, 'if you'll admit to a sharp tongue.'
'Admit? How could I deny it?'
Jaryd smiled. 'It must be near time for your watch to end. Say… it's a cold night. Two bodies are warmer than one, and there's plenty of room in my bedroll…'
'Oh no,' Sasha laughed, 'you'll not find me quite that easy a mark, Master Jaryd. I've admitted that I no longer wish to break your skull with a blunt stick, but the distance from there to where you're suggesting is a long one indeed.'
'A pity,' Jaryd sighed, utterly unperturbed. 'The short hair is an acquired taste, but I think I was beginning to acquire it..
'Truly.' She was amused, in spite of her better judgment.
'It does rather draw attention to your lovely eyes, I feel.'
'It's dark. I can barely see you, how can you possibly notice my lovely eyes?'
'How could I not? And truly, you must be built like a rock to produce the swordwork you showed in Perys with such speed and balance
…'
Ah, so that was it. 'I'm sorry, Jaryd,' Sasha told him, smiling, 'if you wish to indulge that particular curiosity, I'm sure you could ask a visiting serrin lady very nicely and she'd be happy to indulge, as serrin often will. I'm sure she'll show you all of her muscles in all the most interesting places.'
Spirits help her, she thought later as she lay snuggled in her own bedroll, she was almost tempted. Unlike Verenthane ladies, Goeren-yai had little worry about using the serrin's white powder, so pregnancy was no issue. She always carried a little on such rides, not in the expectation of an amorous encounter, but as a final guard against the unpleasant prospect of being taken prisoner. She had no illusions about the superior morality or sexual virtue of women-Verenthanes might believe that, and Goeren-yai to a lesser extent, but the serrin placed the concept somewhere between amusing and ridiculous, and in this, Sasha took her teachings firmly from the Nasi- Keth.
But it was a pricklish thing, for her. Serrin might leap from bed to bed with carefree abandon, but she could not. She was human, after all, and lust alone (for her at least) was not quite enough. Besides which, there were enough unpleasant rumours about her dubious morality already in circulation throughout Lenayin-she had no wish to add to the lies with facts. If she was going to risk such a thing, then the man would have to be damned impressive to make it worth her while. Jaryd might well be a decent man, and was certainly a handsome one, but that was still somewhere short of her requirements.
The following morning, the farmhouses upon the trail were all deserted, livestock let out to graze on the thickest pasture in the hopes that the troubles would pass them over. The trail descended along a broken, jagged cleft in the hills, toward a lake below. It shone vast and silver beneath the overcast sky, like flashes of precious metal through the pines. Beyond the far, northern shore rose genuine mountains, whose highest peaks bore white caps of snow.
Part way down the slope toward the lake, the column encountered the senior scout Jurellyn, scanning the clear view of the lakeside below.
'Vassyl,' he said as Sasha, Kessligh, Damon, Captain Tyrun and Jaryd gathered about. Jurellyn's finger indicated the near side of the lake, mostly obscured by trees. 'They're under attack, almost certainly. One of my lads is down closer, he heard trumpets and massed horse. The town's not afire though, so the defenders may yet hold the day.'
'This trail is guarded?' Damon asked, frowning as he considered the scene. Sasha doubted he was admiring the beauty of the alpine lake, nor the majesty of the mountains beyond.
'Aye,' said Jurellyn. He was chewing on a grass stem, Sasha saw. His manner, as roughened and weathered as his face and hair, was as informal as she'd ever seen a common man dare with royalty. Lenayin was full of such men-foresters, hunters, wild men, as they were commonly known. Some were recruited to arms, as scouts. The basic notions of civilisation, like manners, were often strange to them. Wise commanders tolerated the indifference, and reaped the benefits. 'No knowing by who. I'd guess perhaps the locals, knowing this terrain better.' He removed the grass stem, and spat. 'I'll tell you this-there's not much room for massed cavalry down there on the lakeside. It's not a walled town, but they've got archers. It might not matter.'
Kessligh pursed his lips as he considered. 'You're right, old friend,' he said. 'That's a narrow lakeside bank, just a few fields and farm walls. Vassyl blocks the way around the lake entirely for cavalry. Attacking Hadryn might try to sneak some infantry around along the high slope, but that'll leave them isolated against Taneryn cavalry between Vassyl and the pass yonder.'
His finger drew across to the right, where Sasha's eyes followed the lake's distant shore beneath the mountains. There was the back-route to Halleryn. It ended beneath the tallest peak opposite-Mount Halleryn. Directly below, she could clearly make out the dark cluster that was Halleryn town. And if she was not imagining things, she thought she could make out a dark smudge within that open, green valley. Those would be soldiers. An army, encamped before Halleryn's walls.
'The Hadryn have no business even being in Taneryn,' Sasha muttered. 'It's an invasion.'
'Usyn Telgar may claim good cause,' said Damon. Sasha stared at him. 'His father was murdered. He may claim justice.'
'This,' Sasha retorted, 'is not justice.'
'We don't know what this is, just yet,' Damon replied, his expression dark. There was greater force and certainty in his manner than Sasha had expected. 'We shall go down and find out. We shall enforce a truce and interrogate the commanders.'
'We are but eighty men, Highness,' Captain Tyrun reminded him.
'Not once the other companies arrive.'
'They may be days.' Tyrun's manner was calm, merely reminding his prince of the facts, not advocating or arguing.
'Then we shan't tell them that,' Damon said simply. 'Shall we?'
He looked around, seeking disagreement, and appeared mildly surprised when he did not find any.
The descent through the forested lower slopes was guarded, for the column heard many strange calls echoing off the hills as they descended. But with the banners prominently displayed, there came no attack. Finally the trail emerged from the thick trees above the town of Vassyl. The surrounding grassy fields were thick with the last of the summer flowers and the town's shingled roofs and decorative trimmings looked pretty indeed before the vast, flat span of the lake.
