'Yes, Captain,' she said, from the fellow's arms.
'Whose are you?' he asked.
'I am Tarl's, of Port Kar,' she said.
'By right of capture?' he said.
'Yes, Captain,' she said.
'And are his, to do with as he pleases?' 'Yes, Captain,' she said.
'That is heard, is it not?' asked Labienus. 'Yes, Captain,' said the men.
'Ina,' I said.
'Yes, my captor,' she said.
'That you now have a general permission to speak,' I said, 'does not mean that you may speak when and however you might please, with impunity. One might not wish, at a given time, for example, to hear you speak. You will, accordingly, particularly if you are not sure of the matter, if you have not been accorded tacit permissions, and such, not simply begin to speak, but first request permission to do so.'
'As might a slave?' she asked.
'Yes,' I said.
'Yes, my captor,' she said.
She looked up, into the eyes of the fellow who held her. 'May I speak?' she asked.
'Yes,' he said.
'Use me!' she whispered.
'I shall,' he said.
'I beg it,' she whispered. 'I beg it!'
'I think,' said Plenius, 'she could make a slave.'
'I think so,' I said.
Plenius and I started, and I think some of the others, too, for there was a sudden tearing, ripping sound. Looking about, we saw that Labienus had torn a large piece of bark from a stout branch, like a small trunk, which had been brought to him. There were even marks in the exposed wood. He then, looking out, over the marsh, immersed his hands in salt and water.
I offered Plenius a piece of the fish, which he accepted, and we ate together.
30 The Tor Shrub
I looked off, through the shrubbery and trees, behind Titus. There was something there of interest.
Plenius was beside me. We were in a camp. Trees, generally not common in the marshy delta, were more common now, as we were approaching its southern edge.
It was now eleven days since the uncovering of the identity of the captive, Ina, had taken place. Nine days ago we had come across the sand island where the tharlarion drive of the rencers had taken place, followed by the rain of arrows. Most of the arrows were gone, apparently having been retrieved later by rencers. As I have mentioned, the arrows, of tern wood, are precious to the rencers, that wood not being indigenous to the delta. Rencers sometimes, incidentally, trade for the arrow shafts and points separately. They can then point their own arrows and fletch them themselves, of course, as they are normally fletched with the feathers of the Vosk gul, which is abundant in the delta. Five days ago, moving east, we had come to the island where the giant turtle had been killed. We had managed to use its righted shell as part of the cover in one of our camps, digging sleeping places beneath it. The next day, having come far enough east to hopefully place Cosian patrols to our west, across our most likely route of exit, we began to move south. This should bring us out well east of Brundisium and well west of Ven, an area which I expected would no longer be regarded by the Cosians as worthy of particular vigilance. They would assume, I hoped, that fugitives would generally move directly north or south from the point at which the columns were stalled, attempting to free themselves of the dangers of the delta as swiftly as possible. It would not occur to them, or, I hoped it would not, that fugitives might, for a time, retrace their earlier, luckless routes, those presumably now closed off by rencers from them, those which had proved so disastrous for them. That route, or one of them, that which had been followed by the vanguard, or one close to it, was thus the one I had chosen for our trek. Now, however, we had left it. I guessed we were still some four or five days from the edge of the delta. We would not wish to continue east, of course, as this would bring us into territories controlled by Turmus on the north and Ven on the south, both polities favorably disposed to Cos.
'Plenius,' I said.
'Yes?' he said.
'Look behind Titus,' I said, 'some thirty to forty yards back, in the shrubbery, where the two trees are close together.'
'Yes?' he said.
'That is enough,' I said.
'I do not understand,' he said.
'What did you see?' I asked.
'Nothing,' he said.
'What did you see?' I asked.
'Shrubbery,' he said, 'some grass, some rence, two trees.'
'What sort of shrubbery?' I asked.
'Some festal,' he said, 'some tes, a bit of tor.'
'You are sure it is a tor shrub?' I asked.
He looked. 'Yes,' he said.
'I, too, think it is a tor shrub,' I said. The shrub has various names but one of them is the tor shrub, which name might be fairly translated, I would think, as, say, the bright shrub, or the shrub of light, it having that name, I suppose, because of its abundant, bright flowers, either yellow or white, depending on the variety. It is a very lovely shrub in bloom. It was not in bloom now, of course, as it flowers in the fall.
He looked at me. 'So?' he asked.
'Do you notice anything unusual about it?' I asked.
'No,' he said.
'How high is it?' I asked.
'I would say some five feet in height,' he said.
'That, too, would be my estimate,' I said.
'I do not understand,' he said.
'Does that not seem interesting to you?' I asked.
'Not really,' he said.
'It does to me,' I said.
'Why?' he asked.
'The tor shrub,' I said, 'does not grow higher than a man's waist.'
31 We Resume the Trek
He was standing there, very still, partly bent over, watching our camp.
I had left Plenius, getting up, and strolling away, and had then circled about. In this fashion I had come up behind him.
My left hand went over his mouth and I pulled his head back, holding him helplessly against my turned body, exposing his throat for my knife, which pressed against it. He was helpless, silenced and could be instantly killed.
'Do not move, rencer,' said I, 'or you are dead.'
He neither moved, nor made the slightest of noises.
