'Rather she believes that I can help you, Master Ash. The armies of the Commonwealth are in retreat, and soon the battle will overwhelm all this part of the country, and after the battle, the Ascians.'
He smiled again. 'The men without shadows. It is one of those names, of which there are many, that are in error and yet perfectly correct. What would you think if an Ascian told you he really cast no shadow?'
'I don't know,' I said. 'I never heard of such a thing.'
'It is an old story. Do you like old stories? Ah, I see a light in your eyes, and I wish I could tell it better. You call your enemies Ascians, which of course is not what they call themselves, because your fathers believed they came from the waist of Urth, where the sun is precisely overhead at noon. The truth is that their home is much farther north. Yet Ascians they are. In a fable made in the earliest morning of our race, a man sold his shadow and found himself driven out everywhere he went. No one would believe that he was human.'
Sipping wine, I thought of the Ascian prisoner whose cot had stood beside my own. 'Did this man ever regain his shadow, Master Ash?'
'No. But for a time he traveled with a man who had no reflection.'
Master Ash fell silent. Then he said, 'Mannea is a good woman; I wish that I could oblige you. But I cannot go, and the war will never reach me here, no matter how its columns march.'
I said, 'Perhaps it would be possible for you to come with me and reassure the Chatelaine.'
'That I cannot do either.'
I saw then that I would have to force him to accompany me, but there seemed to be no reason to resort to duress now; there would be plenty of opportunity in the morning. I shrugged my shoulders as though in resignation and asked, 'May I then at least sleep here tonight? I will have to return and report your decision, but the distance is fifteen leagues or more, and I could not walk much farther now.'
Again I saw his faint smile, just such a smile as a carving of ivory might make when the motion of a torch altered the shadow of its lips. 'I had hoped to have some news of the world from you,' he said. 'But I see that you are weary. Come with me when you have finished eating. I will show you to your bed.'
'I have no courtly manners, Master, but I am not so ill-bred as to sleep when my host still desires my conversation though I'm afraid I have little enough news to give. From what I've learned from my fellow sufferers in the lazaret, the war proceeds and waxes hotter each day. We are reinforced with legions and half legions, they by whole armies sent down from the north. They have much artillery too, and therefore we must rely more upon our mounted lances, who can charge swiftly and engage the enemy closely before his heavy pieces can be pointed.
They have more fliers also than they boasted last year, although we have destroyed many. The Autarch himself has come to command, bringing many of his household troops from the House Absolute. But ' Shrugging again, I paused to take a bite of bread and cheese.
'The study of war has always seemed to me the least interesting part of history.
Even so, there are certain patterns. When one side in a long war shows sudden strength, it is usually for one of three reasons. The first is that it has formed some new alliance. Do the soldiers of these new armies differ in any way from those in the old?'
'Yes,' I said. 'I have heard that they are younger and on the whole less strong.
And there are more women among them.'
'No differences in tongue or dress?'
I shook my head.
'Then for the present at least we can dismiss an alliance. The second possibility would be the termination of another war, fought elsewhere. If that were so, the reinforcements would be veterans. You say they are not, thus only the third remains. For some reason your foes have need of an immediate victory and are straining every limb.'
I had finished the bread, but I was truly curious by now. 'Why should that be?'
'Without knowing more than I do, I cannot say. Perhaps their leaders fear their people, who have sickened of the war. Perhaps all the Ascians are only servants, and their masters now threaten to act for themselves.'
'You extend hope at one moment and snatch it away at the next.'
'Not I, but history. Have you yourself been at the front?'
I shook my head.
'That is well. In many respects, the more a man sees of war the less he knows of it. How stand the people of your Commonwealth? Are they united behind their Autarch? Or has the war so worn them that they shout for peace?'
I laughed at that, and all the old bitterness that had helped draw me to Vodalus came rushing back. 'Unite? Shout? I know that you have isolated yourself, Master, to fix your mind on higher things, but I would not have thought any man could know so little of the land in which he lives. Careerists, mercenaries, and young would-be adventurers fight the war. A hundred leagues south it is less than a rumor, outside the House Absolute.'
Master Ash pursed his lips. 'Your Commonwealth is stronger than I would have believed, then. No wonder your foes are in despair.'
'If that is strength, may the All Merciful preserve us from weakness. Master Ash, the front may collapse at any time. It would be wise for you to come with me to a safer place.'
He appeared not to have heard. 'If Erebus and Abaia and the rest enter the field themselves, it will be a new struggle. If and when. Interesting. But you are tired. Come with me. I will show you your bed and the high matters that, as you said a moment ago, I came here to study.'
We ascended two flights and entered a room that must have been the one in which I had seen a light the evening before. It was a wide chamber of many windows, and it occupied the entire story. There were machines there, but they were smaller and fewer than those I had seen in Baldanders's castle, and there were tables too, and
