was one thing, and quite bad enough. That Swerilas' army had vanished off the face of the earth was something else again, and a great deal worse, too.
Gerin wasted no time on explanations with them. For one thing, he was far from certain of explanations himself. For another, he had matters more urgent to worry about than whether a couple of prisoners were contented.
'Do you see?' he said to Rihwin the Fox. 'Mavrix did have other things on his mind besides the northlands. No wonder he didn't feel like helping us, and no wonder he didn't thank you for jogging his elbow.'
'Very well, lord king,' Rihwin said. 'Seen in retrospect, you plainly have the right of it. But you could not see in retrospect at the time, and neither could I. Why twit me over it, when I was doing the best I could?' That was such a good question, Gerin didn't answer it.
He did ask Ferdulf, 'What do you think of your father now?'
'I think he is an odious, sniveling, drunken degenerate who chanced to do you a good turn for reasons that had nothing whatever to do with you, but only with his own selfish desires,' Ferdulf answered.
That was nothing if not forthright. It was so forthright, in fact, that it pitched the Fox into a coughing fit. 'Oh, come now,' he said when he could speak again. 'I've hardly ever heard Mavrix snivel.'
Ferdulf pondered that for a few heartbeats. When he was done pondering it, he laughed one of the few laughs Gerin had ever heard from him. Then he floated away, a contented little demigod-contented, typically, because someone else had just been insulted.
Dagref came up to Gerin. 'Father, between our army and Aragis', we outnumber the imperials. And, since Arpulo is ordered to withdraw anyhow-'
'-We can beat him about the head and shoulders while he's going,' Gerin broke in. 'Yes, I intend to do that. If the imperials lose one of their armies here in the northlands and have the other cut to pieces, it's likely to be a good long while before they poke their noses over the High Kirs again, regardless of whether they put down the Sithonian uprising or not.'
'Ah, that's fine. That's very fine.' Dagref looked relieved. 'I was just wondering if, with so many things going on so fast, that one might have slipped past you. I'm glad it didn't.'
'No, I managed to keep up there,' Gerin answered. 'Haven't moved against Arpulo yet, but I do intend to. After that, I have two other things on the list, and then, the gods willing, I think we can head back up toward the Niffet.'
'Ah.' Dagref raised an eyebrow. 'And those are-?'
His father started ticking them off on his fingers. 'First, I need to see how things stand with Aragis the Archer. Don't forget, we came south to fight a war with him, not with the Elabonian Empire. If the imperials have hurt his lands enough, it'll be a good long while before he can think of tangling with us again, too. If not, we'll start a new verse of the old song next spring.'
Dagref nodded. 'Aye, I saw that one myself. It's the only one I saw, as a matter of fact. What's the other?'
'I want to send someone to that village off the Elabon Way and find out what Elise intends to do,' the Fox answered. 'If she wants to go to Duren's holding, I'll send her. If she's gone there on her own, she's liable to be aiming to stir up trouble between your half brother and me.'
'Do you think she could?' Dagref asked, wide-eyed. He'd always been slightly in awe of Duren, as younger brothers often are of older ones.
'I don't think so,' Gerin answered, 'but I don't know. Nor do I want to be unpleasantly surprised. Now that I know where she is, I want to keep an eye on her.' He didn't think Elise would like that, but he wasn't going to lose much sleep over whether she did or not.
He'd finished his explanation, but Dagref didn't go away. Instead, the youth took a deep breath and said, 'Father, I know how I want to use the promise I won from you as we were coming south.'
'Do you?' Gerin said, hoping, he was doing a good enough job of disguising apprehension as polite curiosity.
'I do.' Dagref sounded very determined. Hearing how determined he sounded should have made the Fox proud. As a matter of fact, it did make him proud. It also made him more than a little frightened.
'I suppose you intend to tell me,' he said when his son showed no sign of doing anything of the sort.
'Oh. Yes. Of course.' Dagref snapped his fingers and looked annoyed at himself. 'That's right. You do need to know.' He took another deep breath; maybe he too was less steady than he wanted to seem. After letting it out and inhaling again, he said, 'When the time comes, I want you to speak to Van about Maeva for me.'
'Is that all?' Gerin asked, now trying to hide surprise. Dagref nodded. The Fox set a hand on his shoulder. 'I'll do it.' He took a deep breath of his own. 'I'd do it anyhow. If you like, you can have your promise back and save it for something else you want.'
Dagref weighed that. 'You've been worried about what I'd ask for, haven't you?' he asked. The Fox nodded; he could hardly do otherwise. Dagref rubbed his chin, on which some of the down was beginning to darken. 'And yet you'd let me hold on to the promise and still speak to Van?'
'I just said so, didn't I?' Gerin wondered how much he'd regret it.
But Dagref was shaking his head. 'That wouldn't be right. I gave it up freely, for something that matters to me-well, you know how much it matters to me.'
'Yes, I do.' Whether it would matter so much to Dagref in half a year, or in five years… who could tell, before the event? Farseeing Biton, surely, but no one of lesser powers.
Dagref made motions as if to push his father away. 'That wouldn't be right,' he repeated. 'Do what I asked you to do, and that will put us at quits.'
'No.' Now Gerin shook his head. 'That will make us square. I don't want the two of us to be at quits.'
'That's fair enough, Father. Neither do I.' Dagref looked at Gerin out of the corner of his eye. 'If I did, I could easily have asked for something else.' He didn't say something more, not with Maeva on his mind, but that was what he meant, and Gerin knew it.
'So you could.' Gerin admitted what he could scarcely deny. 'Since you decided not to, can we get on with the business of running the imperials back to their side of the mountains?'
'Oh, I suppose we can,' Dagref said, so magnanimous his father felt like kicking him in the teeth. Then they both laughed. Why not? They were both getting what they wanted.
**
Arpulo Werekas' son was still in the process of pulling together the detachments he had on Aragis' lands when Gerin struck him. The Fox's army drove in a series of Arpulo's bands and siege parties; the last thing Arpulo had expected was that Swerilas and his whole force would completely disappear from the scene. Whether he had expected it or not, though, it had happened. His withdrawal became an undignified scamper.
As Arpulo fell back from one keep he had been besieging after another, Aragis' soldiers who had been trapped inside those keeps came forth and joined Gerin in pushing the imperials ever farther south. They accepted the Fox's orders without complaint, and obeyed him far more readily than his own troopers often did.
'I know why that is,' Van said with a sly grin. 'They're still used to the Archer, who'd have their guts for garters if they tried telling him no. They don't know how soft you are.'
'Hmm,' Gerin said. 'How am I supposed to take that?' He held up a hand. 'Never mind. I don't really want to know. I'll just ask you this: if I'm so soft, why has no one ever raised a successful revolt in twenty-odd-and a lot of them were very odd-years?'
'Nothing hard about that, Captain,' the outlander answered. 'Who'd follow a rebel against you? Whoever the son of a whore was, he'd be more trouble than you ever were. And so everyone's been on your side all along.'
'Oh, indeed,' the Fox replied. 'And that, of course, is why I've never fought a single, solitary war in all the time since I became baron of Fox Keep.'
'Well…' Van paused to think. At last, he said, 'Not all your neighbors know you as well as they should, that's what it is.' Gerin snorted. Van was unabashed, but then Van was usually unabashed.
