had already turned golden. That meant the crops were nearing ripeness. It also meant they would burn. The warriors tossed torches into the fields near the road, watched flames lick across them. The serfs would have a hungry winter. Gerin vowed to himself to work enough destruction in Adiatunnus' holding to make their Trokme masters starve, too.
Every now and then, a red-mustached barbarian would peer out of the woods at the invaders. Gerin ignored those watchers; every man afoot was one he wouldn't have to face in a chariot. 'I want to reach Adiatunnus before the sun sets,' he said grimly. 'Spending a night in his lands with the monsters prowling about sets my teeth on edge.'
'Ah, but Captain, does he want you to reach him?' Van said. 'You ask me, that's a different question altogether. If he can get the monsters to come out and soften us up again, you think he won't do it?'
'No, I don't think that,' Gerin said. 'But he pays a price if he hangs back, too. The deeper we penetrate into his lands, the more harm we do him, and the hungrier his warriors and serfs will be come winter. It's a nice calculation he has to make: can he afford what we will do to him for the sake of what the monsters might do to us tonight?'
'You think he'll weigh the odds so-this much on this side, that much on the other?' Van shook his head vehemently. 'That's what you'd do, certain sure. But Adiatunnus, he'll be watching the sky. As soon as he sees so much smoke there that his fighters start screaming at him louder than he can stand, he'll yell for them to jump into their chariots and come at you. Whether that's today or tomorrow morning we won't know till we see the woodsrunners drawn up in a meadow athwart our path.'
'Or, better yet, till we catch them trying to get across our path,' the Fox said with a ferocious smile. 'But you're likely right; if you try to judge what the other fellow would do by what you'd do yourself, you'll be wrong a lot of the time.'
The army moved past the small keep Gerin had burned out in his earlier raid. The castle at the keep's heart had burned; the roof was fallen in, and soot covered the outer stonework. No one moved on the walls. Gerin grinned again. He'd struck Adiatunnus a blow there.
To his surprise, the Trokme chieftain did not sally forth against him while the sun remained in the sky. He'd pushed close to the keep Adiatunnus had taken for his own and to the woodsrunners' village that had grown up around it by the time failing light at last made him halt. Behind him, all the way back to the border of Adiatunnus' lands, lay as broad a swath of devastation as the Fox could cut. Gerin's eyes were red with the smoke he'd raised; his lungs stung every time he breathed.
When he encamped, he treated the horses as if they were pure gold come to life. He placed them and the chariots in the center of the camp, with the warriors in a ring around them and sentries out beyond the main force. That meant spreading his men thinner than he would have liked, but he saw no other choice. Without chariotry, what good were the warriors? The Trokmoi would ride circles around them.
Rihwin the Fox said, 'The first of the moons will not rise tonight until even longer after sunset than was so yestereven.'
'I know,' Gerin said dolefully. 'And the other three, moving more swiftly in their rounds than Nothos, will have gone farther still and will rise later still.' He pronounced the words with a certain amount of gloomy relish; every now and then, he drew perverse enjoyment from imagining just how bad things could be.
Few men sought their blankets right after they ate. No one put weapons out of arm's reach. After one attack on the horses, another looked too likely to take lightly.
Twilight still lingered in the western sky when, in the black shadows of the woods, a monster screamed. Warriors who had tried to sleep snatched up swords and shields and peered about wildly, waiting for a sentry or perhaps a horse to cry out in agony.
Another monster shrieked, and another, and another. Soon what sounded like thousands of the creatures were crying out together in a chorus that sent icy fingers of dread running up Gerin's back. 'Damn me to the five hells if I see any way to sleep through this,' he said to Van, 'not when I'm already on edge looking ahead to battle tomorrow.'
'Ah, it's not so bad, Captain,' the outlander said. When Gerin stared at him in some surprise, he explained, 'I don't care how loud they scream at us. Last night, we taught 'em something they hadn't known before, else they'd be running out of the woods at us with slobber dripping off their fangs. Now with all the moons down'd be the best time for 'em to try. Me, I think they don't dare. They're just trying to make us afraid.'
Gerin considered. All at once, the hellish cries seemed less terrifying than they had. 'You may well be right,' he said, and managed a laugh. 'They aren't doing a bad job of it, either, are they?'
'It's nothing but a great pile of noise.' Van refused to admit fear to anyone, most likely including himself.
'We won't stop staying ready for a fight, whether you turn out right or wrong,' Gerin said. 'That's the best way I know to make sure we don't have one.'
The hideous chorus kept up all night long, and got louder as the moons rose one by one. By then, though, most of the troopers had concluded the monsters were screaming to intimidate rather than as harbinger to an attack. Those not on sentry did manage to drop off, and their snores rose to rival the creatures' shrieks.
Gerin didn't remember when he dozed off, but he woke with a start at sunrise, having expected to pass the whole night awake. Most of the men were in the same state, complaining of how little they'd slept but grateful they'd slept at all. The horses seemed surprisingly fresh; an attack like the one of the night before might have panicked them, but they'd resigned themselves to the monsters' screams faster than the warriors who guarded them.
'Will we fight today?' Aragis asked rather blurrily; his mouth was so full of smoked sausage that he looked like nothing so much as a cow chewing its cud.
'We will,' Gerin said with grim certainty. 'If we don't, we penetrate to the heart of Adiatunnus' holding before noon, and torch the big Trokme village that's grown up around the keep he's taken for his own. He won't let that happen; his own warriors would turn on him if he did.'
'There you're right,' Aragis said after a heroic swallow. 'A leader who won't defend what's his doesn't deserve to keep it. My men will be ready.' Gerin had the feeling the Archer primed his vassals for battle by making them more afraid of him than of any imaginable foe, but in his own savage way the grand duke got results.
Not half an hour after the chariots rolled out of camp, they passed the meadow where Gerin's forces and Adiatunnus' had dueled fewer than fifty days before. Some of the ruts the chariot wheels had cut were still visible; grass had grown tall over others.
Gerin had wondered if the Trokme chieftain would pick the same spot to defend his lands as he had in the last fight. When Adiatunnus didn't, the Fox's anxiety grew. Fearing an ambush when the road went through the next stand of woods, he dismounted several teams of fighting men and sent them in among the trees to flush out any lurking woodsrunners. That slowed the rest of the army, and the searchers found no one.
Past that patch of forest, a broad stretch of clear land opened up: meadows and fields that led to Adiatunnus' keep, the Trokme village, and the meaner huts of the Elabonian peasants who still grew most of the holding's food. Mustered in front of them was a great swarm of chariotry: Adiatunnus, awaiting the attack.
The Fox was lucky-he spotted the Trokmoi before they spied his car in the shadow of the woods. He ordered Raffo to a quick halt, then waved the chariots of his force up as tight together as they could go without fouling one another. 'We'll need to be in line before the woodsrunners can sweep down on us,' he said. 'The gods be praised, they don't look all that ready to fight, either. My men will form to the left when we burst out into the open, Aragis' to the right. I expect we'll all be mixed together before the day is done-that's just a way of keeping us straight when we start. May fortune roll with us.'
'May it be so,' several troopers said together. Gerin thumped Raffo on the shoulder. The driver flicked the reins and sent the horses forward onto the meadow. A great shout rose from the Trokmoi when they caught sight of the chariot. They swarmed forward in a great irregular wave, hardly bothering to shake out into line of battle in their eagerness to close with their enemies.
'Look at 'em come,' Van said, hefting his spear. 'If we can get ourselves ready to receive 'em, we'll beat 'em to bits, even with the monsters running between their cars there.'
'They don't care much for tactics, do they?' Gerin said. 'Well, I' ve known that a great many years now. The
