do it.'
The headman pulled off his tunic and stood there in his wool trousers. He turned his back on the Fox. Long, pale ridged scars crisscrossed it. 'Laid the whip on himself, he did,' he said with something that sounded almost like pride. 'He didn't come away with anything here, either, on account of there isn't anything to come away with.'
After seeing those scars, Gerin gave up and went on to the next village, whose headman proved more tractable. The Fox remained unconvinced the serfs he'd just left had as little as they'd shown, but lacked both time and inclination to check as hard as he might have otherwise. He also knew a certain amount of admiration for their headman. Anyone who could stand up to Aragis had more than the common amount of nerve.
Every so often, the imperials hounding the Fox's force would press forward. A couple of the skirmishes were sharp, but the men from south of the High Kirs made no effort to get close to his army, stay close to it, and hound it to death, which was what he would have done to theirs had it not been reinforced. He wondered how Aragis fared, with more imperials after him. The Archer had sent no more messengers to him after Aranast's unsuccessful mission.
Keeps dotted the landscape, as they did throughout the northlands. Most of the nobles who dwelt in them had gone to fight under Aragis. These days, the castles housed striplings, graybeards, and noblewomen who were often more determined than the menfolk left behind. Some of the keeps opened their gates to share what they had and let Gerin and some of his officers sleep in real beds. Some-very often, those where petty barons' wives seemed to be in charge-stayed shut up tight against his force, as if against enemies.
'If you're friends, you won't be offended that we don't let you in, because you'll understand why we don't,' one of those women called from the walkway around the wall of the keep she was running. 'And if you're foes masquerading as friends-well, to the five hells with you, in that case.'
Gerin didn't push her any further. For one thing, he would have had to lay siege to the keep to get inside if she wouldn't let down the drawbridge. For another, what she said made perfectly good sense from her point of view.
Van thought so, too, saying, 'By the gods, if Fand were running a keep, that's the sort of defiance she would shout.'
'You're likely right.' Gerin raised an eyebrow. 'Maybe Maeva gets it from both sides of the family.'
'Aye, maybe she-' Van broke off three words too late, and gave the Fox a dirty look. 'And maybe you talk out of both sides of your mouth.'
'Maybe I do, when there's a need, but not this time,' Gerin said. 'I've said the same thing all along here.'
Van rumbled something, down deep in his chest. Maybe it was just a discontented noise; maybe it was an oath in one of the many languages he'd picked up in his travels. Whatever it was, he changed the subject: 'What's the road up to Ikos from the south like?'
'I've never taken it myself, so I can't tell you for certain,' Gerin answered. 'I hear, though, that it's easier than jogging west off the Elabon Way because it doesn't go through that haunted forest in the hill country there.'
'I won't miss that forest a bit, thank you very much,' Van said with a shudder. 'There's things in there that don't think men have any business going through on the roads. The gods help you if you wander off under the trees, or if you're stupid enough to try spending the night there.'
'You're right,' the Fox said. 'I wouldn't want to do either of those things.'
'Sounds like an interesting place,' said Dagref, who'd never been through the forest.
Van laughed. So did Gerin, as much in awe as in mirth. 'A lot of places sound interesting, when you hear people talking about them at a nice, safe distance,' he observed. 'Visiting them, you'll find, is a lot less interesting than hearing people talk about them at a nice, safe distance.'
'You've been into the forest,' Dagref said. 'You've been in it a good many times, and you must have always come out the other side, or else you wouldn't be here at a nice, safe distance talking about it.'
'Logic,' Gerin agreed gravely. 'But doing it once, or even doing it a few times, doesn't mean I'm anxious to do it again. Unlike some people I could name, I've never been wild for adventure for adventure' s sake. One of the things that make adventure adventure is that somebody or something is trying to kill you, and I'm usually against that.'
'Oh, I'm against anybody or anything trying to kill me, too,' Van said. 'Best way to stop it, I've always thought, is to kill whoever or whatever it is first.'
Gerin shook his head. 'The best way to stop it is not to put yourself in a place where anybody or anything can try to kill you in the first place.'
'A long life and a boring one,' Van said with a sneer.
'This argument strikes me as being moot, seeing that we have an imperial army on our tail and another on our left that's dogging Aragis-that we hope is dogging Aragis,' Dagref said.
'A long, boring life,' Van repeated. 'Nothing to do but futter women and sit around drinking ale.' He paused, as if listening to what he'd just said. Then he stuck an elbow in Gerin's ribs, almost hard enough to pitch him out of the chariot. 'Well, it could be worse.'
**
Aragis' holdings ran up close to the southern end of the valley in which lay the village of Ikos and Biton's shrine. Not even Aragis had been so arrogant as to claim that valley as his own.
Guardsmen from the temple patrolled the road that led up into Ikos. They did not bother on the road that ran west off the Elabon Way; the strange trees and stranger beasts of the forest through which that road ran guaranteed its safety better than men with bronze weapons and armor of leather and bronze could hope to do. Here, though, on an open dirt track, they were needed.
One of them recognized Gerin. 'Lord king!' he exclaimed in no small surprise. 'Why do you come to Ikos by this route?' After a moment, he phrased that differently: 'How do you come to Ikos by this route?'
'Having an army from south of the High Kirs on my trail might have something to do with it,' the Fox answered, at which the temple guards exclaimed in dismay. Biton might have-surely would have-seen that, but he hadn't told them anything about it. Gerin went on, 'Aragis and I made alliance, as you may have heard, which is what I was doing down in the direction of the mountains in the first place.'
'We had heard you had he had made common cause, aye, but rumors of the foe have been many and various,' the soldier answered.
'It's the Empire. Even though we'd forgotten about it up here, it never forgot about us, worse luck,' Gerin said. 'The imperials have beaten Aragis, too, and they're chasing him somewhere off to the west of here. How do you suppose the farseeing god would feel about being shoved back into a pantheon headed up in the City of Elabon?'
'If the Empire tries such a thing, there will be trouble,' the guardsman said positively. He himself looked to be an Elabonian in blood, but several of the soldiers with him were plainly of the folk who had lived in the northlands before the Elabonian Empire first came over the High Kirs a couple of centuries before. They were slimmer than Elabonians, with wide cheekbones and delicate, pointed chins. Selatre, who had formerly been Biton's Sibyl at Ikos, had that look to her.
One of those men asked, 'And why do you come to Ikos now, lord king?' His Elabonian was fluent enough, but had a half-lisping, halfhissing accent to it: traces of the language the folk of the old blood still sometimes spoke among themselves.
'Partly because I'm in retreat,' Gerin admitted, 'but also partly because I would hear what the farseeing god has to say about this-if lord Biton has anything to say about it.'
The guardsman who had spoken first said, 'You cannot bring your whole host into the valley to camp. It may be that they shall be permitted to traverse the valley, but they may not encamp in it.'
'Why not?' Gerin asked. 'Biton protects his own shrine. Even if we wanted to plunder, we wouldn't dare.'
'But Biton's protection reaches less certainly to the villages around the sacred precinct,' the temple guard replied. 'We would not have them plundered. Surely, with your numbers, you can overcome us here, but what sort
