'You were charged with keeping him here,' Gerin said.
'I was charged with making sure he did not escape by magic,' the demigod said. 'I did as I was charged, and he did not escape by magic. If a couple of witless mortals let him up and wander off when he didn' t even have to bother with sorcery, that's hardly my problem, now is it?' He folded his skinny arms across his narrow chest and floated off the ground till he was staring the Fox straight in the eye.
The expression on his face ached for a slap. Regretfully, Gerin held off from delivering it. Instead, keeping his voice light, he said, 'It depends on how you look at things, I suppose. If you don't mind taking the chance that his magic will do worse things to you than Caffer's did, you may be right.'
Ferdulf might have had a god for a father, but he wasn't much better than any other four-year-old at looking ahead to the likely consequences of things he did-and things he didn't do. He was unhappy enough at what Gerin said to let his feet scuff the dirt once more. ' All right-what should I do about that?' he asked in tones much less toplofty than he usually used.
'Now that he has escaped, can you use your powers to hunt him down, or to help some troopers hunt him down?' Gerin asked.
'I don't think so.' Ferdulf frowned. 'Or maybe I can. I could try, anyway.' Gerin nodded.
He rose into the air now, till he drifted high above the encampment like a bad-tempered cloud. He twisted his body so that he faced due west, then slowly began bearing ever more to the south. Gerin wondered what sort of sense he was using to feel for the vanished Lengyel. Had it been a sense the Fox possessed, he could have done the search himself.
Up in the sky, Ferdulf suddenly stiffened. He dropped a few feet, as he had a way of doing when he wasn't paying full attention to his flying. Were he wholly divine, no doubt he wouldn't have had to worry about such things. Were he wholly divine, Gerin would have had to worry much more about him.
'There!' he called down to the Fox, pointing southwest. 'He's going that way.'
That way was the direction in which Gerin was almost certain the bulk of the imperial army lay. 'How far away is he?' he shouted up to Ferdulf. 'Can you tell?'
'Hard to be sure,' Ferdulf answered. 'I wasn't sure I could find him at all, you know.'
'Yes, yes,' Gerin said. 'But is it worth my while to send a few men after him, or has he got back safe to the enemy's main camp?'
The little demigod dropped a few feet more. 'I can't tell,' he said, sounding angry at Gerin, Lengyel, and himself. 'I wish I could, but I can't.'
'A pestilence,' Gerin muttered. 'I wish you could, too.' He looked around for Aragis. The Archer wasn't far away. 'Shall we send men after the wizard?' Gerin asked him. 'Were it up to me, I'd say yes, but you're the overall commander. If you want to hold back and let him go, I won't quarrel.'
'Are you daft?' Aragis growled. 'Of course, send men after him. Bringing him back is worth the risk. Send some of your riders. It's the sort of thing they'd be good for-they're faster than men afoot, and they can go places where chariotry can't. Chase him till he wishes he'd never run away.'
'Good enough.' As Gerin shouted for Rihwin, he reflected that the best way to fight Aragis was liable to be leading him into a trap, a place where he'd think he had an easy victory, but where in fact more foes waited than he'd expect. For the moment, though, he was an ally.
'How many men would you have me send, lord king?' Rihwin asked. ' And shall I take Ferdulf?'
'If he'll go with you, certainly,' Gerin answered. 'That'll make it harder for Lengyel to turn your troopers into toads.' He raised an eyebrow. 'You're going to lead this chase yourself?'
'By your leave, I am,' Rihwin said. 'Since I could not even detect the presence of a woman warrior among my men, I'd fain reassure myself that I am on occasion capable of seeing beyond the end of my nose.'
'Fair enough,' Gerin told him. 'But don't just have your eyes open for Lengyel. Remember, the imperials are liable to be waiting for you somewhere out there, too.' He hesitated, then asked, 'And how did Maeva seem to you?-as a warrior, I mean.'
'Oh, I understood you; you need not fret over that.' Rihwin looked chagrined. 'Had Aragis not noticed what she was, I doubt I should have done so. This, you must follow, disturbs me for not one but two reasons: first, that she performs in every way so much like a man, and second, that I of all people simply failed to note her femininity.'
'And what would you have done if you had?' Gerin asked, and then answered his own question: 'If she didn't make you sing soprano for trying to do that, her father would have.'
'I do not molest women who find my attentions unwelcome,' Rihwin replied with dignity. 'Given the number who find those attentions most welcome, I have no need to bother, or bother with, the others.' What with the number of bastards he'd fathered over the years, that comment held no small grain of truth. With more dignity still, he went on, 'In any event, the charms of a woman-or, I should say, a girl-of that age hold little appeal for me.'
'All right, I'm persuaded,' Gerin said. 'Now go off and-'
But Rihwin, once begun, was not so easily headed. 'Maeva may well be attractive to someone with fewer years than myself. Your son, for example, immediately springs to mind.'
'Aye, he does, doesn't he?' Gerin said, which seemed to disconcert Rihwin-maybe he'd expected indignant denials. Gerin waved his fellow Fox forward. 'Go on, get after that wizard. Don't stand around gabbing all day.'
Rihwin and a squadron of his riders went trotting south a few minutes later. Ferdulf went along with them. Gerin wouldn't have wanted to be an imperial mage the little demigod flushed out of hiding. On the other hand, he wouldn't have wanted to be Rihwin using Ferdulf as a hunting hound, either. Most hunting hounds had the sovereign virtue of not talking back.
Rihwin and his men had been gone only moments when someone spoke to Gerin in a reedy tenor: 'Lord king?'
He turned and found himself facing a fuzzy-bearded youth. He needed a heartbeat to remember the beard was false and the tenor in fact a contralto. 'What is it, Maeva?' he asked cautiously.
'When you sent the riders out just now,' Van's daughter asked, ' did you tell Rihwin not to put me in that squadron?'
'No,' Gerin answered. 'Maybe I would have if it had occurred to me, but it didn't. I didn't tell him anything one way or the other. Did he say I did?'
'No, he didn't say that,' Maeva said. 'But when he didn't choose me, I wondered. Can you blame me?'
'I suppose not,' the Fox admitted. 'If you're going to do this, though, there's something I want you to think about, all right?'
'What?' Either in her own proper person or disguised as a man, Maeva was no one to trifle with.
'This,' Gerin said: 'Just because you can be chosen to do this, that, or the other thing doesn't mean you will be chosen all the time or that you have to be chosen. It may just mean you weren't chosen this one time, and you may be the next.'
Maeva considered that with almost the grave intensity Dagref might have shown. At last, she said, 'All right, lord king, that's fair enough, as far as it goes. But if I'm never chosen for anything dangerous, then it doesn't go far enough. If that happens, I'll get angry.' Her eyes blazed, as if to warn that getting her angry was not a good idea.
Being acquainted with her parents, Gerin could have-indeed, hadfigured that out for himself. He considered her words in turn. 'You're with the army, Maeva. You're fighting. If you think none of the imperials could have killed you in the last battle, maybe I should send you home after all.'
She tossed her head, a feminine gesture odd when combined with the false beard stuck to her chin and cheeks. 'Nobody knew-well, nobody but Dagref knew-who I was, what I was. I was just another trooper. It' s not going to be like that any more. It can't be like that any more. I wish it could.'
'I'm not going to send you back, no matter how much your father wishes I would,' Gerin said. 'That means you're going forward. You'll get more fighting, believe me you will.' He paused. 'What will your mother think when you come home?' Fand was formidable, but not in the same way Maeva was.
'My mother? You heard me tell my father I didn't worry about that much, but…' Maeva thought it over. 'My mother would probably say I didn't need to put on armor and carry a bow if I wanted to fight with men.'
Gerin laughed. 'Yes, that probably is what she'd say.'
