showed that even the Fox would have had a hard time being more pungently sarcastic.
'Aye,' Gerin said. 'Now we fight. Now we…' His voice trailed away. He looked from Dagref to Ferdulf and back again. After stroking his beard for a moment, he walked over to Dagref and kissed him on the cheek. Then he did the same with Ferdulf.
'What was that in aid of, Father?' Dagref asked. Ferdulf's comments were a good deal more pungent, but had the same general meaning.
'Understanding,' Gerin answered. 'At least, I hope it's understanding.' If it's not understanding, if it's anything but understanding, I'm in even more trouble than I was already-and here I' d been thinking that couldn't possibly happen. He didn't say that out loud. What he did say was, 'Come on. We have to meet that templerobbing whoreson of a Swerilas with edged bronze before-'
'Before what, Father?' Dagref broke in.
'Before anything else happens,' the Fox said-not the sort of reply calculated to satisfy his son. Satisfying his son was not the most urgent matter on his mind right then, though.
Dagref gave him an irked stare. 'You're being as deliberately obscure as the Sibyl when Biton speaks through her,' he complained. ' You're…' And then, as his father's had done, his voice trailed away. 'Wouldn't that be interesting?' he murmured.
'What are the two of you talking about?' Ferdulf sounded even more irritable than usual.
'You're a demigod. Use your semidivine wisdom to figure it out,' Gerin told him. 'While you're at it, why don't you fly up and tell me what Swerilas is trying to do to us?'
'You don't need me for that. You can see him from here,' Ferdulf answered, which was depressingly true. But the little demigod did pop into the air, perhaps as much for the chance that gave him to wave his backside at Gerin and Dagref as for any other reason. Off he flew.
'I hope you're not wrong, Father,' Dagref said.
'So do I,' Gerin said. 'Believe me, so do I.'
Before the Fox could say any more-not that there was much more to say-Van came rushing up demanding to know why in the five hells he and Dagref weren't in the chariot yet, and why they weren't charging forward to smash Swerilas into some large number of small pieces. 'We do have to try, Father,' Dagref added.
'I know we do,' Gerin answered. 'Well, let's be about it, then.' He stepped up into the chariot, where Van was already waiting and fuming. So did Dagref, who flicked the reins and got the horses moving.
Van gave Gerin a dubious look. 'Are you going fey on us, Captain?' he demanded. 'Do you think we're as done as a slab of beef over a fire? Are you riding out expecting to be killed?'
Gerin shook his head. 'No. Very much the opposite, as a matter of fact. I don't think we're going to win this battle, but I haven't lost hope for the war. In fact, I have more than I did a little while ago.'
Now the outlander's stare was quizzical. After a moment, he shrugged. 'All right-you've got some sort of scheme cooking in that beady little mind of yours. I don't need to know what it is right now. As long as it's something, and you haven't given up on us.'
'I've never quite done that,' Gerin said. 'I've come close a few times over the years, but I've never given up.'
Ahead of his force of chariotry, Rihwin's riders and some of the temple guards were righting to slow the force Swerilas the Slippery led. 'Elabon! Elabon! Elabon!' the imperials shouted, their war cries ringing through those of the men from the northlands.
'Let's hit 'em!' Gerin yelled to his own troopers. He plucked an arrow from his quiver, let fly, and pitched an imperial out of the chariot. His men cheered. They didn't seem to have any particular hope of victory, either, but they went into the attack with a will.
And, for a while, they drove the imperials back toward Biton's shrine. 'Temple robbers!' was the shout Biton's guards raised. They fought with a fury that made them stronger than their numbers. Rihwin' s riders strove mightily to keep the warriors from the Elabonian Empire off balance. Gerin began to wonder what he would do if his army beat the foe. That would mean he'd been wrong in the way he'd thought things would go.
He shrugged. 'It wouldn't be the first time I've been wrong,' he muttered.
'What's that, Fox?' Van asked.
'Nothing much, believe me,' Gerin answered.
Just out of bowshot of the wall of the temple, the momentum of his counterattack faded. Swerilas had too many men and was too good a leader to let an inferior force beat him. His men rallied and began to push not only forward but out to either wing. The Fox's troopers had to fall back to keep from being outflanked and cut off.
Gerin stayed calmer about this retreat than he had during earlier fights in which the imperials had used their numbers to gain the upper hand. 'You know something,' Van said. 'What is it?'
'Saying I know something probably pushes things further than they should go,' the Fox answered. 'I have some ideas, though.'
'Ah, that's good. That's fine.' Van beamed. He didn't even ask what the idea were. Instead, he stuck a finger in his friend's face. ' There, you see? Didn't I tell you you'd come up with something. And you, walking around with a rain cloud over your head, you told me I was wrong. You told me I was crazy.'
'I don't know whether you were wrong or not,' Gerin said. 'In case you're wondering, though, I still think you're crazy.'
When he ordered the army to fall back through the town of Ikos without making a stand protected by the houses and other buildings, Van shook his head and said, 'You don't need to wonder if I'm crazy. I'm the one who needs to wonder whether you're daft.'
'Maybe I am,' Gerin said. 'We'll know pretty soon.'
North of the town, he had two choices left: he could fall back to the top of the valley and try to break out through the rugged hills to either side, or he could swing to the west and take the one narrow, winding road through the ancient wood that lay between the valley and the Elabon Way. Without hesitation, he swung his men to the west.
'Stay on this path!' he shouted to the warriors. 'By all the gods, and by farseeing Biton most especially, stay on this path!'
'What other path could they go on, Fox?' Van said. 'There's only the one, after all. We've been along it, going east and west, often enough to know.'
'Take another look,' Gerin suggested.
Van did, and his eyes widened. As soon as he'd finished staring to either side, he stared at Gerin. 'I'm not daft,' the outlander said. ' I know I'm not daft that particular way, anyhow. If you tell me there used to be half a dozen roads climbing up toward the forest, I'll call you a liar to your face. I know better. They didn't used to be here.'
'Unless I'm the one who's gone mad, they weren't here yesterday,' Gerin answered. 'That doesn't mean they're not here now, though.' He raised his voice to shout again: 'Stay on this road, men! No matter what happens, stay on this road!'
'How do you know this is the right one, Father?' Dagref asked.
Gerin gave him a harried look. 'I don't,' he answered in a low voice. 'But I think it is, and that will have to do.' He let out another yell 'Stay on this road, by the gods!'
'But, lord king, they're outflanking us!' one of his men cried in a frightened voice. The trooper pointed to either side. Sure enough, Swerilas the Slippery, with the luxury of numbers, was dividing his force, sending parts of it along the new paths that had appeared to either side of the one on which Gerin and his men traveled. Never having been in the valley of Ikos before, Swerilas did not, could not, know they were new.
'Stay on the path!' Gerin shouted again. He looked ahead. The wood was getting closer and closer. A few imperials-enough to plug the gap should his army try to reverse its course-followed the men of the northlands along the road they were using. Most, though, hurried along the other paths that led into the wood.
Van chuckled, but even the bluff outlander sounded a little nervous now. 'I know what Swerilas is thinking,' he said. 'I know just what he's thinking, the son of a pimp.'
'So do I,' Gerin said. 'He's thinking these roads will all come together inside the forest. He's thinking he'll rush men along some of them, get ahead of us, cut us off, and wreck us once and for all. If you look at things from his point of view, it's a good plan. It's better than a good plan, in fact. Or it would be.'
'Aye,' Van said in a hollow voice. 'It would be.'
