roared down the mountain. It happened at night. The wind was so hot that it roasted people alive in their beds before they knew what happened.” The commander shook his head. “We tried to help, but when we got there, we found people had either escaped, perhaps with a few burns, or they had died where they stood or slept. We found a few horses and oxen roasted in their traces or yokes … except there was little remaining of either traces or yokes. We had to leave after that, when the lava began to flow over everything.”
“Did any clerks who worked for the governor or the princeps escape?”
Again … Zhrensyl frowned.
“We’ll need clerks and others to rebuild the tariff system and the ledgers to account for spending. You also should have one or two.” Quaeryt looked hard at the commander.
“Ah … there are two clerks. They’ve been staying in the barracks.”
“Good. I’ll see them in the morning. How hot is the area around the palace and the governor’s buildings? Has it cooled off much?”
The commander shrugged. “Some places are still hot enough to be hearths or stoves. Other places are just unpleasantly warm. So they say.”
“The palace is on higher ground, and the governor’s square is on a lower hill below it,” volunteered Vaelora.
“So there might be less lava around the governor’s square?”
“It’s possible.” Vaelora frowned.
“Might I ask what you have in mind?” inquired Zhrensyl.
“I’m wondering if enough ash buried the building that held the strong room,” Quaeryt said.
“Enough ash for what, Governor?”
“You know what a burned-out and banked fire is like in the morning? When there’s ash covering everything, and the ash on top is barely warm, but there are still hot coals beneath? Well … if the ash came first, and then was covered with lava…” Quaeryt saw the comprehension in Vaelora’s eyes immediately, but she did not speak.
Finally, Meinyt did. “You’re saying that what’s under the lava might be cooler?”
“It’s worth looking to see,” Quaeryt pointed out. “If we can get to the strong room, we’ll have more golds for food and supplies. If not, I’ll have to promise golds to the local High Holders … and getting them from Solis will take time and more golds.”
“They won’t sell. I’ve asked,” replied the commander. “Said I couldn’t pay enough.”
“The High Holders did?” asked Quaeryt.
“That’s what their stewards told the supply major.”
“They wouldn’t sell to you. If I have to ask, I’ll have a regiment behind me and Lord Bhayar’s sister at my shoulder,” Quaeryt pointed out.
“That might be convincing enough. They won’t be happy.” Zhrensyl didn’t look especially pleased as he spoke. “They stalled on doing anything until Commander Huosyt’s regiment pulled out.”
“No … they won’t. They’ll just be less unhappy than they would be with the consequences. Tell me … do you have shovels and picks here?”
“Some…”
“Tomorrow, we’ll take some and look into the area around the palace and the governor’s square. What about brooms?” After a moment of silence, Quaeryt went on. “One way or another, we’re going to have to feed at least some people. We need to get the streets and sidewalks swept off. The more ash that accumulates, the more people will want to leave, and there’s really nowhere for them to go, not at this time of year.”
“Begging your pardon, Governor, but you don’t know that the ash and lava won’t keep coming or getting worse.”
“You’re right. I don’t know. But…” Quaeryt waited for several moments before he continued. “If all that lava and ash covered everything that I’ve seen in the first days, and it looks like it did because almost all the lava I saw on the way here was dark and looked to be hardening, then it would seem that the lava and ashfall are lessening. What we can’t afford to do is just wait and do nothing. That will also cause more people to leave.” Quaeryt took a swallow of the bitter lager left in his mug, managing not to wince as he did so.
“Yes, sir.” Zhrensyl’s polite tone conveyed disagreement more pointedly than any words to the contrary could have.
Quaeryt laughed softly. “If you happen to be right, Commander, then you’ll be able to say so to the end of your days, but we need to do something because Lord Bhayar happens to want the situation improved, and Extela is his ancestral home. We can’t improve it by doing nothing. The only question is what will make matters better, and how we accomplish that. My task is to discover that and bring it about. We can’t even begin to determine whether I’m right or you are unless we go and take a closer look at the damaged parts of the city.”
“I haven’t had the men…”
“I know that,” replied Quaeryt as warmly as he could, although he suspected Zhrensyl had had more than enough men for what Quaeryt had in mind. “But I do, and we have more on the way. What do you have in the way of carts and dray-horses?”
“Three carts, and four wagons in good repair…”
For the next half glass, Quaeryt asked about what manner of resources remained at the post. He listened not only to what the commander said, but how Zhrensyl reacted to the questions. He also watched the two majors, Fhaen in particular because he hadn’t spent much time at all with the younger major.
Then he rose. “It’s been a long day for all of us. I’ll see you all in the morning immediately after breakfast.”
“Yes, sir.” The others stood immediately.
Vaelora said nothing while she and Quaeryt walked back across the courtyard to the quarters building and up the outside stone steps. Quaeryt thought that the air seemed slightly clearer and that less ash was falling, but that might well have been wishful thinking.
Once he closed the quarters’ door and slid the bolt, he turned to Vaelora, who had used the striker to light the lamp in the sitting room.
“You have some ideas, don’t you?” she asked.
“Of course,” replied Quaeryt with a grin, looking directly at her. “I always have ideas, especially…”
“I don’t mean those ideas, dearest. I meant about the governor’s mansion.”
“I still have what you call
“The last time I was here was years ago.”
“I’ve noted you have a
“I can remember enough.” While her words were tart, there was a hint of a smile at the corners of her lips.
22
Immediately after breakfast on Meredi morning, Quaeryt sat behind the desk in the small study that would have been that of the regimental commander. In the two chairs across from him were two men, clerks who had worked for the previous governor and who had sought refuge at the post. Quaeryt had been surprised that Zhrensyl had granted it until he’d learned that the older clerk was a distant cousin of the commander.
“Jhalyt … you were the assistant bookkeeper for the princeps?”
“Ah … no sir.” The clerk had narrow-set green eyes below a high forehead and wispy receding brown hair. “I was the assistant to the bookkeeper.”
“But you can keep a ledger?” At Jhalyt’s nod, Quaeryt went on. “Can you set one up?”
“Yes, sir … but we don’t have any records to start with.”
“We won’t for a day or so … if ever. We’ll likely have to start new ledgers. What about a ledger for tariffs?”
