chamber and lay down. He was still awake when pale Nothos rose in the east, which meant midnight had come and gone. Eventually he slept.
Van sang in the stables as Raffo readied the chariot to go out on campaign. Gerin had always looked on war as an unpleasant part of the business of running a barony, but now the idea of escaping from Castle Fox for a while suited him fine.
When he said as much, Van stopped singing and started to laugh. ' What's so stinking funny?' the Fox asked irritably.
'You're that glad to get away from sweet Fand, are you?' Van said, laughing still. 'This I tell you: she's as happy to have you gone as you are to be going. Not just her eyes are green; she's jealous enough to spit poison like some of the snakes they have in the jungles of the east.'
'I already saw that for myself, thank you very much,' Gerin said. He wished Van hadn't brought it up where Raffo and a good many other men as well could listen, but after a moment he realized that didn't matter: the only people in his holding who hadn't heard about how well Fand liked his coming back with Selatre were deaf, and their friends had probably drawn pictures in the dirt for them. Fixing the outlander with a baleful stare, he ground out, 'And how is it she hasn't stayed angry with you? You had as much to do with getting Selatre here as I did.'
'Oh, no doubt, no doubt,' Van admitted. Just then Raffo climbed into the chariot. Van followed him, setting his shield in the bracket on his side of the car.
Gerin did the same on his side. 'You were saying?' he prompted when Van showed no sign of going on.
'I was, wasn't I? Well, how do I put it?' Van fiddled with his weapons to give him time to gather his thoughts. Raffo flicked the reins and got the horses going. As they passed from the stable out into the courtyard, the outlander said, 'I guess the nub of it is, she believes me when I tell her I'm not out to bed Selatre. You she's not so sure about.'
'I don't know what I have to do,' Gerin said wearily. 'I've told Fand and I've told her-'
'Not that simple, Captain, and you likely know it as well as I do,' Van said. 'Me, I'm a wencher and not a lot more, and Fand, she suits me well enough, though the gods know I'd sooner she didn't have that redheaded temper of hers. You and Fand, though… but for bed, damn me to the hottest one of your five hells if I can see where the two of you fit together.'
'She came to Fox Keep at the right time,' Gerin answered.
'Oh, I know that,' Van said. 'After Elise up and left, any woman would have done you for a while, just to let you remember you're a man. But I'd not expected this to last so long.' He laughed again. 'I figured you'd sicken of quarreling with her and leave her all to me, not that I know whether I could stand that myself.'
'You have all of her now, seems like, without my having any say at all,' the Fox answered, less than delighted his friend had seen into him so clearly.
'So I do, and I still don't know whether I can stand it.' The outlander sighed. 'What made it work so well, the three of us I mean, is that Fand has more than enough venom for any one man, but she's bearable when she has two to spread it on. Of course, it helps that neither of us is the jealous sort.'
'No.' Gerin let it go at that. Had he cared more for Fand, he thought, he would have been more likely to be jealous, too, but he didn't care to say as much straight out. He did add, 'Another thing that helps is that she's lickerish enough for the two of us together. I think she'd wear me out if I had to try to keep her happy by my lonesome.'
'You're getting old,' Van said, to which the Fox mimed throwing a punch, for his friend was no younger. Then Van sighed again, and went on, 'One more thing to worry about.' He stopped, seemed to listen to himself, and guffawed. 'By the gods, I've been with you too long, Captain. I'm even starting to sound like you.'
'Believe me, I like the idea even less than you do,' Gerin answered, and Van pretended to wallop him. Up ahead at the reins, Raffo snickered.
The chariots rolled south down the Elabon Way in no particular order, now bunched together, now strung out in a long line. Sometimes the Fox's warriors sang or swapped jokes, sometimes they kept them to themselves. Gerin knew the Empire of Elabon had imposed stricter discipline on its soldiers when it was strong, but he didn't know how the trick was done. By all the evidence, Elabon didn't know anymore, either.
Even though he was still in his own holding, he kept a wary eye on the woods and brush to either side of the Elabon Way. If the monsters from Ikos had been seen in Bevon's holding (not that Bevon held much of it), they might be loose in Palin's lands, too-and they might have come farther north than that.
Serfs in the fields stared as the chariots bounced past them. A few took no chances, but dropped their hoes and stone-headed mattocks and ran for the safety of the trees. After the chaos the northlands had endured the past five years, that did not surprise the Fox, but it left him sad. Here he and his comrades fared forth to protect the peasants, and they seemed to feel they needed protecting from their overlords.
Thanks to Gerin's forethoughtfulness, the little army had several hens among the baggage. They also had enough axes to cut plenty of firewood for a good-sized blaze. Between the offering and the fire, the evening ghosts were hardly more than a distraction.
'We'll set pairs of sentries out all night long in a triangle,' Gerin said. 'I won't have us assailed without warning.'
Van took charge of roasting the two chickens they'd sacrificed. He was the logical man for the job: not only was he as good a roadside cook as anyone else, he was also no one to argue with when he passed out pieces of meat, for there weren't enough to go around. Those who went without chicken made do with hard-baked biscuits and smoked meat, cheese, and onions. Everyone drank ale.
Gerin tossed a gnawed thighbone into the fire. He chewed at a biscuit about as tough as his own teeth. 'I wonder if this came from Ros the Fierce's reign, or just Oren's,' he said after he managed to get a mouthful down.
'You have no cause to make complaint against Oren the Builder,' Rihwin said, 'for the image of him you fetched back from the fane at Ikos leaves you perhaps the richest man in the northlands.'
'Aye, gold is good to have, I'll not deny,' Gerin said. 'That's not the way I expected to come by it, but you hear no complaints from me.'
Some of the warriors rolled themselves in their blankets as soon as they'd finished eating. Others stayed up a while to talk or roll knucklebones by the light of the fire. Van snarled in angry dismay when he lost three throws in a row; his luck usually ran better than that. Then he lost again, and stood up from the game. 'Enough is enough,' he declared.
'Well, if you won't gamble with us, what about a tale?' Widin Simrin's son said. He had his own reasons for being willing to call off the game: a nice little pile of silver gleamed in front of him.
Everyone who heard the suggestion spoke up for it all the same, especially the men from outlying keeps who seldom got the chance to hear Van yarn. The outlander coughed and plucked at his beard. 'Which tale shall I give you?' he asked. 'You pick one for me.'
'How about the one about how they teach the monkeys to pick pepper?' Gerin said. 'You were going to start it a few days ago, but we got interrupted. And if I've not heard it, my guess is that few others here have.'
From the way the warriors exclaimed, none of them knew the story. 'So I've not told it in all the time I've been at your keep, eh, Captain?' Van said. 'Nice to know I've not yarned myself dry, and that's a fact. All right, here goes: the tale of the way they teach monkeys to pick pepper.'
Before he started the story, he paused to swig ale and lubricate his throat. That accomplished, he said, 'This is what I saw in Mabalal, which is a hot, damp country a good ways east and south from Kizzuwatna. Take the muggiest summer day you've ever known here, imagine it ten times worse, and you'll start to know what the weather there is like.
'Now maybe it's on account of the weather, but a lot of the folk of Mabalal are what you'd have to call lazy. Some of 'em, I swear, would just as soon lie with their mouths open in the rain as get up and find themselves a cup to drink from-but that's no part of the tale.
'If you want to know what pepper trees are like, think of willowsthey look much like 'em, right down to the clusters of fruit. The trouble with 'em is, they grow on the steepest hillsides and cliffs, so people have a beastly
