'What are we waiting for?' Ferdulf demanded. 'The sooner we strike these bronze-bound blockheads, the sooner we send them scurrying back into the south! When we fight, let us give no quarter.'
Every once in a while, when trying to work magic, the Fox had a spell succeed too well. He hadn't worked magic here, not in the strict sense of the word, but got something of that feeling nonetheless. What would happen if and when Ferdulf discovered he couldn't beat the Empire by himself? Would all his joy in trying disappear? Would he turn on Gerin and Aragis instead?
This once, Gerin wished he weren't quite so good at coming up with unpleasant questions long before he had any answers for them.
Aragis said, 'Are we allies against the Empire, then, you and I and Ferdulf here?'
'You and I are,' Gerin said. 'I already told you that. Having the Empire on my border I like even less than having you on my border.' Aragis showed his teeth again in that snarling smile. The Fox went on, 'As for Ferdulf-' He turned to the demigod. 'Will you join with us against the Elabonian Empire?'
'I am against the Elabonian Empire,' Ferdulf said. 'If you want to stand against it, too, you may join with me.'
Gerin remained of the opinion that one god's son, no matter how arrogant, was not going to prove a match for all the soldiers and, if what Aragis said was true, all the mages of the Empire of Elabon. But he did not feel like quibbling about definitions with Ferdulf. Instead, he held out his hand. Aragis clasped it. A moment later, the demigod set his warm little palm over both their hands. Gerin had made a good many unlikely alliances in his time. This one struck him as being as improbable as any.
**
Balser Debo's son looked mutinous. 'By the gods, lord king, why should I furnish you with twenty chariot crews? All the fighting you aim to do will be off my land.'
'That's not the point.' Gerin might have borrowed his hard, harrowing smile from Aragis the Archer. 'The point is that you owned yourself my vassal. True, you did it because you wanted me to help protect you. But that doesn't mean your obligations go away when the danger to your holding disappears. I have the right to ask this of you, and ask it I do.'
'It's outrageous!' Balser exclaimed. 'Why should I send my men off to fight farther south than they'd ever have any natural reason to go?'
'Because if you don't, they're likelier to be fighting here sooner or later anyhow,' Gerin answered. 'The idea, if we can bring it off, is to beat the Empire as far south as we can. If we can do that, the imperials may never get up here at all.'
If all the fighting turned out to be in the south, Aragis' lands would suffer far more than his own. That might end up giving him a decisive edge on the Archer: so declared the calculating part of his mind that never slept.
'I suppose my twenty men are going to make the difference between beating the imperials and losing to them,' Balser said scornfully.
'By themselves? I doubt it, or else we're in worse trouble than I think,' Gerin said. 'But if you leave yours home and Widin Simrin's son leaves his home and Adiatunnus leaves his home… You didn't much like the idea of Adiatunnus' leaving his men home when you thought Aragis was going to land on you like a load of rocks, did you?'
Balser had the decency to turn red. 'All right, I see what you're saying, lord king. Bah! To the five hells with me if I like it.'
'Oh, I'm just dancing with glee myself at the idea of taking on the Elabonian Empire. Dancing with bloody glee!' The Fox did a few rather awkward steps.
Balser stared at him. Kings were supposed to be serious, even solemn, people. Gerin didn't fit the bill. He hadn't intended to be a king. He hadn't intended to be a prince, or a baron. If he wasn't always what the world thought he was supposed to be, that was the world's hard luck.
But he wasn't always a funny man, either. 'One more thing for you to think about,' he told Balser: 'How many men do I have on your lands right now?'
That got through to his new and now reluctant vassal. Balser looked as if he'd bitten into a pear about three days after it should have been tossed into a swill bucket for the pigs. 'Lord king, when I became your vassal, you promised you'd respect my rights,' he said reproachfully.
'So I did,' Gerin agreed. 'And, when you became my vassal, you promised you'd live up to your duties. This is one of them. I am within my rights to ask it of you. You are not within your rights to refuse it to me.'
Plainly, Balser Debo's son did not agree. As plainly, he couldn't do anything about it. 'Very well.' He spat out the words one by one. ' Twenty chariots and their crews, to go with you when you leave my land.'
'I do thank you for them,' the Fox said. 'They will help. And there's one other thing you need to remember: the sooner you furnish them to me, the sooner we will be able to leave your land, and the sooner we stop eating your storerooms empty.'
'Ah,' Balser said. 'I was wondering if you'd be able to come up with a reason for me to give you the crews and cars in a hurry. You have, by the gods.'
'I thought that might be so,' Gerin said.
Balser sighed. 'Get caught up in the quarrels of neighbors bigger than you are and you find they make you do things and then expect you to like it.'
'I don't expect you to like it,' Gerin told him. 'I do hope you'll see the need.' He got a shrug from Balser, which was about as much as he'd thought the baron would give him. Then he shrugged, too: the Elabonian Empire was forcing him into a position not far from the one in which he'd put Balser. He hoped he'd have better luck than Balser getting out of it.
**
Aragis the Archer studied Gerin's assembled forces. 'I'll tell you this much, Fox,' he said: 'I'm gladder to have you with me than I would have been fighting you. You've got more men here than I thought you could raise.'
'I've never picked a quarrel with you,' Gerin answered. 'I wasn't picking a quarrel with you over Balser's holding, either, however you chose to take it. But I wasn't going to back away, either.'
'Leave that aside, since I'm not such a fool as to call my ally a liar,' Aragis said, which let him call the Fox a liar even as he said he was doing no such thing. 'You've put a lot of men on horseback here, too. You always were one to try things no one would have looked for.'
'Maybe.' Gerin raised an eyebrow. 'You came here all by your lonesome, and you say I do things nobody would look for? What would have kept me from dropping you off Balser's wall on your head?'
Aragis shrugged. 'I counted on your good sense. Biggest worry I had was that some of your troopers would do me in before I got the chance to tell you what the Empire was up to. But your men are well disciplined, too- maybe not quite so tight as mine, but well enough.'
'Your idea of discipline is to make your men fear you worse than any foe,' the Fox said.
'Well, of course,' Aragis said, as if surprised Gerin contemplated discipline of any other sort. 'It's worked, too. Tell me it hasn't.'
Gerin couldn't tell him that. Whether it would work for Aragis' successor was a different question. Maybe Aragis didn't care. Maybe he thought one of his sons was as fierce as he-an alarming idea if ever there was one.
'My way works, too,' Gerin said, and Aragis could not deny that. The Fox went on, 'We'll see-or our sons will see, or our grandsonswhose way ends up working better.'
By way of reply, Aragis only grunted. Gerin hadn't expected much more from him. Other times he'd talked with Aragis about anything further away than the immediate future, he'd got only incomprehension in return. Within Aragis' range of vision, he was most effective; beyond it, he didn't seem to see at all.
