from the whoreson to wipe my arse with.'
Gerin thought it likely the innkeeper would see the imperials at first hand before too long. As he'd hoped, Swerilas had slowed his aggressive pursuit of the men from the northlands when he came in sight of Biton's shrine. Rihwin's riders had no trouble holding the imperials away from the town of Ikos, not for the time being.
Taking advantage of that, the Fox put as many of his men in real beds as he could. The summer's fighting had worn down his troopers; the more rest they got now, the better they would perform when they had to climb into their chariots again.
He slept outside rolled in a blanket himself, which perplexed Adiatunnus. 'Where's the point to kinging it if you canna be after enjoying yourself?' the Trokm? chieftain demanded. He hadn't been slow about claiming the pleasures of a bed.
Gerin shrugged. 'I'm all right. Some of the men with small wounds need mattresses worse than I do.'
'Maybe that's so, and maybe it's not,' Adiatunnus said. 'Most o' these lads are half your age-half my age, too, forbye-and think naught of a night in the open. If you say you don't creak of a morning, you' re a better man than I am-or else you're a liar.'
'I do creak,' Gerin admitted, 'but I don't creak too badly. And half the time I'll creak when I get up out of a bed in the morning, too. I'm at the age when creaking is part of being alive. I'm used to it. I don't love it, but I can't do anything about it.'
'Nor I,' Adiatunnus said sadly. 'Nor I. But I creak less if I'm rising from soft straw or wool, sure and I do, and so I'll take a bed when I find one. A bed is better when you're after finding a friendly barmaid, too.'
'However you like,' Gerin said with another shrug. Like Van, Adiatunnus wenched whenever he found a chance.
He laughed at the Fox now. 'You canna be saying you're so old, it stirs in your breeches no more. When it does, why not let it out to play? Plenty o' girls'd lie down with you just for the sake of saying they'd bedded a king.'
'I don't want-' Gerin stopped. What he'd been about to say wasn't true. He wasn't immune from wanting an attractive woman when he was away from Selatre. What he did, or rather didn't, do about it was something else again. He changed the direction in which the sentence had been going: 'I don't want to complicate my life. How many bastards have you got?'
'A good many, I'll allow,' the Trokm? answered, laughing again. ' Not so many as Rihwin, I expect, but I had fun getting every one of ' em.'
'All right,' Gerin said. 'I don't begrudge you the way you live your life. Why can't you let me lead mine as suits me best?'
Adiatunnus scowled again. 'How can I be having a proper quarrel with you when you willna get angry?'
'My quarrel is with Swerilas the Slippery, not with you,' Gerin replied. 'You're my ally and my vassal; he's my foe.' He grinned a lopsided grin. 'And when we were young, neither of us would have believe that could be so, not for a minute we wouldn't.'
'Truth that,' Adiatunnus said. 'Och, how we hated the very name of yourself on the far side of the Niffet! Too good you were, too good by half, at tying us all in knots whenever we thought to raid over the river. And then, we we did at last lodge ourself on this side, who but you did so much against us and kept so many from crossing? And now you are my overlord, and we have the same enemies, as you say. Aye, 'tis strange and more than strange.'
'If I can put up with the likes of you,' Gerin said, 'I shouldn'tand I don't-mind putting up with a blanket on the ground.'
'Sure it was for your kindness and sweet spirit I first named you king,' Adiatunnus said. He walked off shaking his head and laughing.
The next morning, Maeva, her face glowing with self-importance, came riding back from the line against the imperials with the fat eunuch who had taken Gerin down to the Sibyl's cave. 'He says he must have speech with you, lord king.'
'I'm glad enough to speak with him,' Gerin answered, and turned to the priest. 'How now?'
Awkwardly, the eunuch prostrated himself before Gerin, as if before an image of farseeing Biton. 'Lord king, you must save the god' s shrine from desecration!' he cried.
'Get up,' the Fox said impatiently. When the priest had risen, Gerin went on, 'Who says I must?'
'If you do not save the shrine, lord king, the arrogant wretches from south of the High Kirs will plunder it of the accumulated riches of centuries.' The priest seemed on the point of bursting into tears.
For his part, though, Gerin had hoped the accumulated riches in and around Biton's temper would make Swerilas forget about him for a while. And so he repeated, 'Who says I must save the shrine? Is it a command sent straight from Biton himself?' If it was, he might have to obey it, however little he wanted to.
But the priest shook his head, the loose, flabby flesh of his jowls swinging back and forth. 'Biton has been mute in this matter,' he said in his sexless voice. 'But you, lord king, are well known for the great respect you have always shown the farseeing god.'
'If the farseeing god ordered me to try to drive the men of the Elabonian Empire from his temple, I would do it, or do my best to do it,' Gerin answered, on the whole truthfully. 'Since he does not, though, let me ask a question of my own: why do you think I retreated past the Sibyl's shrine and made my base here in the town of Ikos?'
'I wondered, lord king,' the eunuch priest replied. 'I thought surely you would defend us with all your power.'
'With all my power.' Gerin heard the bitterness in his own voice. 'If I had the power to stop the imperials, why would I have retreated into the valley of Ikos in the first place? Why would I have retreated through it? Why will I have to retreat out of it if the imperials attack me again?'
The priest stared at him. 'But you are the chiefest warrior in all the northlands. How could you be beaten?'
'More easily than I'd like, as a matter of fact,' Gerin answered. 'When the Elabonian Empire sends more men against me than I can withstand, they beat me. Nothing complicated about it at all. And you can be glad Aragis the Archer isn't here to hear you call me the chiefest warrior, too. He'd disagree with you, and he isn't pleasant when he disagrees.'
He might as well not have spoken. The priest didn't interrupt him, but plainly didn't pay any attention to his words, either. The fellow went on, 'And you are the favorite of the farseeing god as well. How could it be otherwise, when you are wed to Biton's former Sibyl?' He sighed, perhaps admiring the close relationship with Biton he thought being married to Selatre gave Gerin, perhaps-as he was a eunuchadmiring Gerin for being married at all.
And, where he had not before, he gave Gerin pause. Did being married to Selatre give him any special obligations? It had given him advantages in the past, and accounts had a way of balancing. Even so, he hardened his heart and shook his head, saying, 'If the farseeing god wants anything from me, he can tell me himself. I'll do what I can then. Without orders from the god, though, I'm not going to throw myself and my army away. Have you got that?'
The eunuch stared at him out of large, dark, tragic eyes. 'I have indeed, lord king,' he said. 'I shall take your words back to my comrades in Biton's holy priesthood, that they may learn nothing shall suffice to rescue them from the rapacious clutches of the Elabonian Empire.'
Gerin's children sometimes tried to make him feel guilty by taking that tone of voice. It didn't work for them, and it didn't work for the eunuch priest, either, though the Fox didn't laugh at him as he often did at his offspring. 'If Biton wants his temple to stay unplundered, I expect he can manage that without me.'
'I console myself with the hope that you are right,' the priest replied, 'but I have seen little to persuade me of it.' He turned and waddled south, back toward the temple.
'Thanks, Maeva,' Gerin said, watching him go. 'You did the right thing to bring him to me, even if we can't help him now.'
'I wish we could,' Maeva said.
'So do I,' Gerin said, 'but if we could beat Swerilas' army any time we chose, don't you think we would have done it by now? Go on back and keep an eye on the imperials. They did slow down for the temple, the way I hoped
