“You were reading my mind.”
“Actually I have been reading your books. Little else to do sitting in a wagon all day.”
I hadn't given his days a thought. “Ichmedrial's Practical Considerations of Command, I assume.”
“The one you brought with you, yes. I hadn't time before this to sit around and read.”
“Making up for it now?”
“I should have let you bring more books.”
“I told you that.”
“You here for a reason?”
“Just thought I'd stand around and get in the way for a bit.”
“Perfect,” he muttered and got on with his job, working around me without further comment.
19
Rastrian had chosen a big man to do the job. Everyone of my unit was paraded to witness, apart from the battle mages and healers. Well, one was there just to be sure that the thief didn't die or something. It was a dawn parade. Everything had been cleared away in double quick time to make sure we were not late for the command to fall-in and begin the day's march.
Kerral read out the charge and the discipline ordered. The thief was tied to a wagon. I watched the big man stretch, look to me for the command to begin. I nodded and he made a fair show of striking. I could see the welt and that was good enough. The thief grunted in pain and I was satisfied that the man Rastrian had chosen understood his task. Don't rip him apart. Don't make it impossible for him to march. Make it hurt and make it look good. Ten strokes passed in no time and he was cut free. The healer took a quick look at him and was satisfied. The thief was not. Even pulled somewhat the lash hurts like hell and I hoped we wouldn't have to be punishing anyone else in the same way; that was the objective, one example and forget it.
Around us camp was being broken in just the same way as every other day. Wagons dragged in, and filled so that the baggage train was in the center and the cohort formed up around the edge of the camp as the men came free. This last night, and three or four others for that matter, we had used the slightly more permanent forts that litter the road. The ditches and banks had been lined with stone and only the stakes had to be added to make the place secure. There wouldn't be many more of these. Not that we hadn't built forts further afield on a regular basis, it's just that nature reclaims them quickly unless they are made semi-permanent. No sense doing that in territory we didn't know we were going to hold forever, and we were halfway through Muria. Soon we would be in the Client Kingdom of Wherrel, of which we were not so certain. We were better than half way to our goal.
Moving a large body of men out of camp takes a while even though things are organized so that the vanguard gets away before other units are ready and so forth.
I didn't envy the whipped man his day's march today. I told Kerral to keep an eye on him and chuck him in a wagon if he couldn't handle the pace. Then I amended that. “Let him march for a bit then chuck him in a wagon anyway.” A hug after the thrashing. “Have him ride with my slave.” Let Meran talk to the man, and more importantly, let Meran report to me what the man said.
By the second hour of the day we were on the road. The pace the same as the day before. I figured we would shave five days off the twenty five days I'd estimated for the march. Three or four days should see us as far as the town of Yuprit where Sheo should have a small encampment of troops for me. I was beginning to worry that I had heard no word from him, but I need not have done. Two hours into the march we encountered a patrol of roadwardens. As usual, they pulled their horses to the side of the road to let us pass. The roadwardens patrol the roads on a daily basis, keeping an eye on their state of repair, checking with roadside communities for news of bandit activity, and dealing with said bandits even if a few of their own small camps need to band together to have sufficient numbers to deal with them. The state pays for their upkeep as the complexity of having such a service paid for by individual patrons would be inefficient. They are lightly and cheaply armored, carry short bows and cavalry swords for the purpose of keeping the peace on the roads. They also acted as a courier service and provided way stations for travelers who can change mounts, exchange scrip for cash, and grab a meal and a bed for the night if necessary. It is a good career for commoners, just as is the military. A piece of land and a cash sum are given on retirement, twenty five years being the normal term.
When we drew close, one of the dozen roadwardens called out my name, raising a scroll. The roadwardens had been traveling in the opposite direction to us, and so I knew it was a message from Sheo and eagerly steered off the road to take it from him. I opened it then and there and scanned the contents.
I am ensconced in a small temporary fort some ten miles south of Yuprit, just out of sight of the road and close to the border with the Geduri tribe. I consider that the recruiting is going well, having pulled together four hundred men so far, all with some service history. My first centurion is a chap named Quail and people tend to do just that when they see him, a bigger meaner looking man I have seldom seen. He has a dark temperament but knows his place. Discipline is not a problem and the man has five years' experience as a centurion to draw on.
Sumto, I hope the army is not moving too slowly. There have been killings in tribal regions other than that of the Alendi and Ensibi. I have a man in Yuprit sending me news and there is rumor that the war is not going well. There are refugees, ordinary people of the city fleeing south. There have been a few civilian clashes even in Yuprit, locals and our people at each others' throats. There are few sympathizers with the Alendi but they are a thorn in the side of the local chieftain, a client of Hadrin Ichal Merindis, and he is hesitant to act against his own people. A few city-run businesses have been hit by looters, a few citizens beaten and left for dead though there have been no fatalities so far. He will have to act soon, no doubt. We will see.
I hope to have the full cohort you desire by the time you arrive. I have men watching the road and will know when to join you.
There are also one or two rumors I will not commit to paper at this time. I am not sure whether to dismiss them or worry about them, and so do both.
Regards, Sheo
For some reason I felt disappointed, as though I had been expecting more. Details of the force he had mustered. Four hundred men, all experienced. What more did I need to know? He was doing his job. Good enough. As for his mystery rumors, I wish he had shared them but he had not and that was that. I was concerned that there was unrest in Yuprit, but we would be there soon enough to put paid to that. Also there were plenty of city men there, some of minor rank, and they would pull together to get the client king to act. If he did not protect our people he would be replaced.
I stashed the letter and moved on.
20
We reached the downland toward the edge of Muria in the afternoon. The down was a long ripple in the earth, a bank that dropped two hundred feet uniformly for as far as the eye could see to east or west. The lands below were flat with only the occasional hill to mar a perfect view. The land was fertile and farming communities could be picked out from here by the dozen. The town of Paresh was clearly visible sprawled against a shallow hill some five miles away and I expected that we would camp close to the town that night.
Meran collared me as soon as he could after we camped, coming to my tent with news. “That crossbowman is going to be trouble.”
“That's why I had him with you, so you could judge his mood. What kind of trouble?”
“So I gathered. Probably desertion, maybe a little knifework first.”
I called for Kerral who promptly stuck his head through the tent flap. “Send for Rastrian, please.” Then to Meran. “Anything else I need to know?”
He shook his head, tossed a bundle of cloth on my bed and left.
It began to rain gently. I resisted the urge to stick my head out the tent flap and glare enviously at the nearby town. We had passed it by two miles before making camp, but it was close enough to run to. If the man
