Another round of war was the last thing Gerin wanted, but that had nothing to do with anything. War had come up to Fox Keep, riding in Balser's chariot.
Balser's name had brought Van and Rihwin out of Castle Fox-and Selatre, too, a few paces behind them. Gerin didn't know where Dagref materialized from: one moment, he wasn't anywhere to be seen, but he stood at his father's elbow the next. Van's daughter Maeva had a quiver on her back and a bow in her hand; she must have been practicing her shooting. Unlike Dagref, she hung back a little from her elders. But Balser's name drew her, too-she knew it meant fighting, and that was what she wanted.
As the crowd grew, Balser said, 'I'll do it here and now if you like, lord king. We seem to have enough witnesses.'
'Oh, indeed,' the Fox said. 'It's getting anything done without witnesses that's hard around here.' Geroge and Tharma came ambling around the corner of the castle. Gerin didn't think Balser's name had attracted them. But, when they saw people gathering, they hurried up to find out what was going on. They were people, too-or they were convinced they were.
Balser didn't look so sure. 'Lord king, I'd heard you kept a couple of those monsters at your keep, but I hadn't believed it.'
'You may as well, because it's true. I'm quite fond of them, as a matter of fact.' Gerin offered no compromise there whatever. If Balser didn't like it, he could go back to his barony. That would disappoint Maeva, who wanted a war, but not the Fox, who didn't.
But Balser showed no signs of packing up and leaving. 'Are they your vassals, too?' he asked. 'I do like to know the company I'm keeping.'
One of Gerin's eyebrows rose at that display of sangfroid. ' Stepchildren, more like,' he answered, and had the satisfaction of startling Balser in return.
'Why is everybody standing here?' Geroge asked. He pointed at Balser with a clawed index finger. 'And who is this strange gentleman?'
Hearing him speak and make good sense startled Balser again. The baron could have remarked on Geroge's being a strange gentleman himself. Gerin gave him points because he didn't. Instead, he answered the question seriously: 'I am Balser Debo's son, and I have come to give homage and fealty to your… stepfather.'
Geroge and Tharma both clapped their large, hairy hands together. 'Oh, good!' they said.
Seeing that everyone who dwelt at Fox Keep took the monsters for granted helped Balser do the same. He turned back to Gerin, saying, ' Where were we, lord king?' He answered his own question by going to one knee before the Fox.
Rihwin coughed and said, 'Meaning no offense, son of Debo, but the ritual of offering submission to the king, he being of rank superior to that enjoyed by other sorts of overlords, requires the vassal to rest both knees on the ground.'
Gerin hadn't intended to make an issue of it. As far as he was concerned, one knee would have been as binding as two. Balser, fortunately, didn't seem inclined to make an issue of it, either. ' Very well,' he said, and went from one knee to two, at the same time offering his hands to Gerin, palms pressed together. The Fox enclosed Balser's hands with his own. Balser gave him homage: 'I, Balser Debo's son, own myself to be your vassal, Gerin the Fox, King of the North, and give you the whole of my faith against all men who might live or die.'
'I, Gerin, King of the North, accept your homage, Balser Debo's son, and pledge in my turn always to use you justly. In token of which, I raise you up now.' The Fox pulled Balser to his feet and kissed him on the cheek, sealing the ceremony of homage.
'By Dyaus the father of all and the other gods of Elabon, I swear my fealty to you, lord king,' Balser said with a bow.
Gerin bowed to him in turn. 'By Dyaus the father of all and the other gods of Elabon, I accept your oath and swear to reward your loyalty with my own.'
'I am your man, lord king,' Balser said: not a formal part of the ceremony, but a truth nonetheless.
'So you are,' Gerin said. 'We'll feast tonight to celebrate'-not that he felt much like celebrating-'and then tomorrow I'll send out messengers to some of my other vassals, telling them your lands need protecting against Aragis. I want warriors down there as fast as may be.'
Balser looked less than delighted at that prospect, but in the end nodded. He seemed to be realizing for the first time what all having an overlord entailed. Gerin's men were going to be overrunning his holding, and he couldn't do anything about it. They wouldn't burn and loot and kill, as Aragis' men would have done (at least not to anywhere near the same degree), but they would be there, and the holding would no longer be his in the sense it had been for so long.
And, of course, the presence of the Fox's men in Balser's holding was liable to bring Aragis' army over the border, in which case the Archer's men would do the burning and looting and killing Balser had come to Gerin to prevent. The Fox thought he saw the moment in which Balser figured that out, too. His new vassal wasn't so good as he might have been at holding his face straight.
'Second thoughts?' Gerin asked him.
'Some,' Balser answered, which bespoke a certain basic honesty. 'I couldn't go it alone any more, and I couldn't stomach bending the knee-bending both knees-to Aragis. That left bending the knee-the knees-to you.'
'For which ringing endorsement I thank you,' Gerin said. Balser's worried expression made him hold up a hand. 'Don't fret. You haven't offended me. You knew what you were doing and why you were doing it. That's more than a lot of people ever manage. Now come on.' He waved Balser toward Castle Fox. 'We'll enjoy ourselves for the time being, and then-'
Van broke in from the crowd of onlookers: '-And then we'll go off and fight ourselves one bloody big war.' He didn't sound so eager as he would have in his younger days, but he did sound very sure. No one who heard him claimed he was wrong, either.
Gerin shouted for ale, and ordered an ox slain. Carlun Vepin's son grimaced at that. Gerin took no notice of him, telling the cooks, 'Lay the fat-wrapped thighbones on Dyaus' altar and set them afire, so the smoke will rise up to heaven and the Allfather will favor what Balser and I have done today.' Actually, by everything he'd seen, by everything other gods had told him, Dyaus hardly bothered noticing what went on in the material world. Gerin shrugged. He still had to make the effort.
Fand came downstairs to see what the commotion in the great hall was about: a big, rawboned Trokm? woman, still more than handsome though gray streaked her once-fiery hair. She carried a couple of pieces of cloth she'd been sewing into a tunic and a long bone needle.
She'd heard Van's last remark. 'Go off and fight a war, will you now?' she said, advancing on him. 'Leave me behind, will you now?'
The outlander scowled. 'I will,' he rumbled, and pointed to the needle. 'There's a weapon for piercing cloth, not flesh.'
Fand scowled right back at him. 'You've got a weapon in your breeches for piercing flesh,' she jeered, 'and better nor half the reason you're so wild for going off to battle is that along the way you find some pretty young things to stick it into, girls who aren't after hearing your lies a thousand times, the way I have.'
'Better than half the reason I'm wild to go off to battle is that you aren't carping and cawing at me while I'm away,' Van retorted.
Fand shouted at him again. He shouted back. Each one's opening shot had made the other angrier, no doubt because both contained a painful amount of truth. Gerin eyed with some concern the needle Fand was holding. She'd stabbed a Trokm? lover before she turned up at Fox Keep. She and Van occasionally quarreled with more than words, but neither of them had ever seriously damaged the other. The Fox wanted that to stay true.
Balser glanced over at him. 'They must care for each other,' Gerin's new vassal remarked, 'else they'd try and kill each other over some of the things they're saying.'
That marched very well with Gerin's own thoughts. 'Some people enjoy quarreling,' he said. 'I've never seen the sport in it myself.'
In the midst of her own tirade, Fand heard his quiet comment. She spun away from Van and toward him. 'Sure and I'm not quarreling for nobbut the sport of it, lord king Gerin the Fox.' She loaded his title and name with the familiar scorn that could only have come from a former lover. Pointing at Van, she went on, 'I'm quarreling for
