Duren without finding out whether he wants to have anything to do with her. I offered to bring her along with the army so she'd find out as soon as I did whether he wants her to come up to his holding, but she said no to that.'
Van coughed. 'If she hangs around here, she won't know for a goodish while what Duren has to say, because the imperials aren't going to stop following us. They'll be here day after tomorrow at the latest.'
'I don't think that was the biggest worry in her mind,' Gerin answered. 'She has relatives south of the High Kirs. You've met one of them-remember?'
'Aye, now that you remind me of it. Some sort of fancy noble, gave the Emperor advice.' Van frowned in concentration. 'Valdabrun-that's what his name was. He had a mistress I wouldn't have minded tasting at all.'
'That's the name,' Gerin agreed. 'Now me, I'd forgotten about his leman till you called her to my mind.'
'You were too busy staring at Elise to have much room left in your mind for other women,' the outlander said. Gerin would have got angry at him had he not been telling the truth.
Dagref said, 'If her family were advisors to the old Emperor, what does this new Emperor think of them?'
'I don't know,' Gerin answered. 'That also crossed my mind. I don' t think it crossed Elise's, and by then I wasn't going to bring it up. If she goes south of the High Kirs, she's gone, that's all. I won't miss her, not a bit.' And that was true, or almost true. He'd missed her more than he'd imagined possible, back in the days just after she first left him. Occasional echoes of that feeling had kept cropping up through the years, even after he'd been happily yoked to Selatre for a long time.
Was one of those echoes cropping up now? If it was, he didn't intend to admit it, even to himself. He waited for Van or Dagref to challenge him. Van, after all, had known Elise, while Dagref had few compunctions about asking questions, no matter how personal.
But neither of them said anything. He realized neither of them was going to say anything. A small sigh of relief escaped him. They'd let him off the hook.
**
Ferdulf flying above them, Gerin's men rolled north through the village the next morning. The Fox wondered if Elise would come out and watch them go, as some of the villagers did. He didn't see her. Once he'd passed through, he decided that was just as well.
Now, instead of screening the army's advance, Rihwin's riders covered the retreat. They did a better job of that than Gerin had thought when he gave them the duty. Rihwin came trotting up to him to report: 'The imperials keep dogging us, aye, lord king, but not very hard. We've taught them respect, I think, for they are never sure if we might gallop out at them from some unexpected direction.'
'That's good,' Gerin said. 'If we'd taught them so much respect that they stopped dogging us altogether, that would be even better.'
'It would also be too much to ask for,' Rihwin pointed out.
'Oh, I wasn't asking for it,' Gerin said. 'If I did, no one would pay me any attention. But it would be better.'
'Er-yes,' Rihwin said, and soon found an excuse to rejoin his riders.
Van chuckled. 'That was well done, Captain. Not easy to confuse Rihwin-not least, I expect, on account of he's so often confused on his own-but you managed.' The outlander lost his smile. 'Have to tell you, though, I'm a bit on the confused side myself. What are we doing now, and why are we doing that instead of something else?'
'What are we doing?' the Fox repeated. 'We're falling back-that's what. Why are we doing it? I can think of three reasons offhand.' He ticked them off on his fingers: 'If we don't fall back the imperials will smash us here. That's one. If we do fall back, maybe the imperials will string themselves out or give us some chance to hit part of them from ambush. That's two. And, as we're falling back, we' re falling back into country that hasn't been foraged too heavily, so we won't starve, which we would, and pretty bloody quick, if we stay where we are. Three.'
'Aye, well, there is that.' Van looked around. 'Falling back toward land Aragis rules, if we're not on that land already. Don't know how happy he'll be if we take everything that isn't tied down and cut the lashings off what is tied down so we can take that, too.'
Gerin looked around. 'To the five hells with me if I know where Aragis' southern border is. Maybe we'll find boundary stones, maybe we won't. To the five hells with me if I care, either. If Aragis thinks I'm going to starve to death to keep from bothering his serfs' precious crops, to the five hells with him, too.'
Over his shoulder, Dagref said, 'If the threat lay by the Niffet, he'd eat you out of house and home without a second thought.'
'Well, the gods know that's true,' Gerin said. Now he looked straight ahead, north and a little east, a thoughtful expression on his face. 'Ikos is just on the other side of Aragis' holdings, too. I' ve never had cause to go to the Sibyl by the southern route, but maybe I will.' He nodded, more decisively than he'd thought he would. 'Yes, indeed. Maybe I will.'
Dagref said, 'In the learned genealogies, they say Biton is a son of Dyaus Allfather, but-'
Gerin held up his hand. 'But that's Elabonians writing for Elabonians below the High Kirs,' he finished. 'Biton is truly a god of this land here, and everyone who lives in the northlands knows it.'
'Even so,' Dagref said. 'Compared to the gods of the Gradi, Baivers, god of brewing and barley, is a god of this land, even though we Elabonians brought him here a couple of hundred years ago when we conquered this province. Because he is a god of this land, you were able to use him against the gods of the Gradi. From that, it would follow logically-'
'-that I might use Biton against the Elabonian Empire.' Gerin interrupted once more. 'Yes.'
'I thought you might not have seen it,' Dagref said, a little sulkily.
'Well, I did.' Gerin clapped his son on the back. 'Don't let it worry you. The two of us think a lot alike-'
'You're both sneaky,' Van put in.
'Thank you,' Gerin and Dagref said in the same breath, which made the outlander stare from one of them to the other. Gerin continued, ' As I was saying before we were disturbed by a breath of wind there-'
'Honh!' Van said.
'-the two of us think a lot alike, but I've been doing it longer, so it's likely I'll come up with a lot of the same notions you do,' Gerin went on imperturbably. 'That shouldn't disappoint you, and it shouldn't stop you from telling me what's on your beady little mind-'
'Honh!' Now Dagref interrupted, doing a surprisingly good impression of Van.
Gerin talked through him as he'd talked through the outlander: 'because you never can tell, you might come up with something I've missed.' He took a deep breath, triumphant at finally managing to complete his thought.
'Fair enough, Father.' Dagref heaved his shoulders up and down in a sigh. 'Hard sometimes, being a smaller, less detailed copy of the man you've already become. It makes me feel rather like an abridged manuscript.'
'No, not an abridged one,' Gerin said. 'You just have a lot more blank parchment left at the end of your scroll than I do, that's all.'
'Hmm.' Dagref contemplated that. 'Well, all right-maybe so.' He flicked the reins and urged the horses up to a better pace.
'By the things you've said, Fox, I know what the difference between you and him is,' Van remarked.
'Tell me,' Gerin urged. Dagref's back expressed mute interest.
'I will,' Van said. 'The difference is, Fox, that your father had no more idea what to do with you than a crow would with a chick that came out of the egg with white feathers instead of black. Is that so, or am I lying?'
'It's so, sure enough,' Gerin agreed. 'My brother was a warrior born, everything my father could have wanted. My father hadn't the slightest notion what to make of me. I might be the first real live scholar spawned in the northlands in better than a hundred years.'
'And yet you're a king, while your father died a baron, so you never can tell,' Van said. 'But my point is,
