knew what that meant. Dagref was thinking things over. One thing he seldom did was speak too soon. In that he was very like his father. Gerin had broken his own rule, and now he would have to pay for it.
'I don't know right now,' Dagref answered after that pause for thought. 'When I decide, I'll tell you.'
'All right,' Gerin said. 'You'll know best. Whatever it turns out to be, make sure it's what you really want now and what you really want years from now, too.'
'Ah.' Dagref rode on for another little while, then said, 'You're not going to tell me you were only joking and you didn't really mean it?'
Had he and Dagref been having a purely private argument, Gerin might have tried telling him just that. With a demigod as witness, he thought the consequences of granting whatever Dagref asked for would be less than those of trying to break his word. 'No, I'm not going to tell you that,' he said. 'I'm going to count on your good sense.'
Van poked him in the ribs. He grimaced. The outlander's face bore an unseemly smirk. The Fox knew what he was thinking: at Dagref's age, good sense was hard to come by. With anyone of that age but his contemplative son, he would have had little hope himself. As things were, he had… some.
Dagref said, 'All right, Father.' His chuckle was eerily like the one Gerin would have used under the same circumstances. 'I'm not likely to get another promise like that out of you, am I?'
'You weren't likely to get the first one,' Gerin answered. 'That was a sneaky bit of business you used, playing Ferdulf off against me.'
'I learned it from you,' Dagref said. 'You've been playing foes off one against another for years now. Sometimes they even notice you' re doing it, but never till too late.'
He spoke matter-of-factly. He knew what he knew. That Gerin's foes-all of them men grown-had failed to see it till too late was their misfortune, not his. In his own rather withdrawn way, he was formidable.
Rihwin and a squadron of his riders came up and surrounded the chariot just then. Gerin was glad to watch them for a while. They took his mind off both Dagref and Ferdulf. The horseriders were staring up at Ferdulf and exclaiming; not all of them had paid the little demigod much heed till now. Ferdulf responded with a series of aerial maneuvers that would have left an eagle dizzy. The riders clapped and cheered. Ferdulf's face bore a smug grin. Like Mavrix, he was vain.
Dagref, having used Ferdulf to score his point against his father, paid no more attention to him. He watched the riders, too. Gerin understood that: most of them were young men, a good number hardly older than Dagref. Gerin hadn't seen so many nearly smooth cheeks and chins since his days in the City of Elabon, where shaving was the custom.
Even the riders who had raised beards looked absurdly young to the Fox. One of them, though very fuzzy, made Gerin wonder if he had even Dagref's years. The Fox shook his head. He'd been thinking more and more lately that the whole world was looking too bloody young.
But then he saw Dagref eyeing that very young-looking horseman too, and decided his eyes and wits hadn't been playing tricks on him after all. He said, 'Son, I can tell that riding horses is the coming thing. You won't have to spend all your time driving a chariot. You can learn what you need to know.'
Dagref looked away from the rider. 'Umm-' he said, rather foolishly, as if his mind had been somewhere else. That was unlike him. Then he gave his usual serious notice to what Gerin had said. ' Oh, it's all right,' he said. 'I can ride a horse now-Rihwin's been teaching Maeva and me and some of his own bastards when they come to Fox Keep. I haven't done any fighting from horseback yet, but not a lot of men have.'
'You're right,' the Fox said. 'I don't think it will go on being so much longer, though. If we fight Aragis now, everybody in the northlands will know what horsemen can do. And if they do what I think they will, everybody in the northlands will want to have his own riders by this time next year.'
'Now there's an interesting question, Father,' Dagref said. 'You could profit by sending out men to teach your neighbors how to fight from horseback, but that would also be teaching them to fight better against you. Would it be worthwhile, do you suppose?'
'Yes, that is interesting,' Gerin said. 'Do I sell a man the axe he wants to use to chop off my head? I suppose I'd have to decide one case at a time instead of laying down a blanket rule beforehand. Some I'd think I could trust, some of the ones I couldn't trust I'd be sure I could beat, and some I wouldn't want to help any which way.'
'Ah.' Dagref considered that, then nodded. 'You're saying that making a rule is like making a promise: once you've made it, you have to stick by it, whether that looks like a good idea or not.' He coughed a couple of times, then added, 'I wish you'd have said that more often when I was smaller.'
Straight-faced, Gerin answered, 'I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.' Dagref turned to give him an irate stare. After a moment, they both started to laugh.
When evening came, the army was still on land that had been in the Fox's family for generations. Peasants who lived near the roadway came up to the army with sheep and pigs and chickens to sell. Adiatunnus watched the dickering with no small astonishment. 'They run toward you, not away,' he said to Gerin. 'It's not that they stay in their fields, the which is strange enough, but they run toward you.' By the way he spoke, the peasants might have practiced some unnatural vice.
'They've seen me lead armies south on campaign a good many times,' the Fox answered. 'They know we won't rob them or take any woman who doesn't want to be taken.'
'Doesna seem right,' the Trokm? chieftain said. 'If they dinna fear you, how can you rule them?'
'Oh, they fear me-if they get out of line, they know I'll make them sorry for it,' Gerin said. 'But they don't fear that we'll steal or rape for the amusement of it. The idea is to make them feel safer with me over them than with anyone else they might think of.' Adiatunnus walked off shaking his head.
As the sun neared the horizon, Tiwaz's waxing gibbous disk, halfway between first quarter and full, grew brighter. Golden Math, a day before full, crawled over the eastern horizon. Ruddy Elleb and pale Nothos were not in the sky; both a little past third quarter, they would rise not long after midnight.
Just before sunset, Gerin's men dug several short, narrow trenches on the outskirts of their encampment. They wrung off the chickens' heads and cut the throats of the other animals they'd got from the peasants, letting the blood spill into the trenches: an offering for the night ghosts that might otherwise have driven them mad.
The ghosts came forth as soon as the sun disappeared from the sky. Gerin had been trying all his life to grasp their shape, trying and failing. Nor could he understand their cries, which dinned in his mind. Grateful for the boon of blood, they tried to give him good advice, but he perceived it only as wind and noise.
'I've heard 'em howl worse,' Van remarked.
'I was thinking the same thing,' Gerin said. 'We've fed 'em well, and we've got good-sized fires going to hold 'em away from us a bit, but I've heard 'em a lot louder and more frightening than they are now. I know what part of the answer is, or I think I do.'
Van grunted. 'I've seen it myself, around your keep and in the village close by. It's that Ferdulf, isn't it?'
'I think so,' Gerin said with a sigh. 'The ghosts are just ghostsspirits that never found their way into the five hells. They're stronger than we are-stronger in the nighttime, anyhow-because they haven't got any bodies to worry about. But stack them up against a demigod, and they know they'd better walk-uh, flitter-small.'
'Belike you're right.' Van made a fist and smacked it into his open palm. 'But I tell you this, Captain: there's been plenty of times I wanted to slaughter the nasty little bugger, no matter whose son he is.'
'Heh,' Gerin said, and then, 'You know I don't set much stock in being king, not among friends I don't. This time, though, I'm going to claim my rank. If anybody tries killing him, it'll be me first.'
'Wait till after we've fought Aragis,' Van said.
'Well, yes, that thought crossed my mind, too,' the Fox admitted. 'I do wonder why Ferdulf decided to come along, though. What worries me is that he is half a god-'
'The wrong half,' Van put in. 'The wrong god, too, come to that.'
'Maybe. But what does he know that I don't, and how does he know it?'
The outlander's jaw worked, as if he truly were chewing that over. And, as if he didn't like the taste of the answer he got, he spat on the grass. 'Bah!' he said. 'Best I can tell you is, we're all liable to be better off if we never find out.'
'Can't argue with you there,' Gerin said. 'But my guess is, we're going to find out, one way or the other. I dare hope Ferdulf is here so that, if we do need some strange sort of help against Aragis, he'll be able to give it to us.'
