'So they do.' Seeing Mai, Anji walked to her horse. 'What disturbs you?' he asked.
She bent, to speak softly. 'There is something amiss here, but I can't explain it. It's only a feeling I have. I'm uneasy.'
He nodded, and whistled to get Tuvi's attention. 'Take Mai and these soldiers and return to the prisoner. Send Tam to bring up the rear guard to support me. I'll remain here until the caravan master arrives.' He walked back to the merchant.
Mai knew an order when she heard it. She had long since learned when there is a crack and when the gate is firmly shut. She rode away with Chief Tuvi, but after all no further altercations disrupted the journey. They had almost reached the outer wall and a wide gate where all the traffic converged when Anji and the caravan master returned.
'Crow's Gate is for merchants and goods and laborers,' the caravan master was saying. 'Because you have a prisoner bound for the assizes, you'll have to enter at Harrier's Gate. They'll want to quarter your soldiers outside the town as well.'
'I see,' said Anji. 'Do the council members fear we'll cause them trouble?'
Tuvi coughed.
The caravan master shrugged. 'I'll speak in your favor, certainly. You've met your obligation, and been true to your promise. But you have to look at it from their way of seeing. You've a strong force, over two hundred armed men. That's always a threat. And you admit that you spun us a false tale, to get out of Sarida.'
'After all this, I would hate to find my faithful men taken as enemies,' said Anji.
'I'll escort you. My journeyman can shepherd the caravan through, and I'll meet him once you are settled.'
'I thank you for the courtesy,' said Anji gravely.
The caravan master nodded with equal solemnity.
This, Mai saw, would be the first test. They would soon learn whether foreigners like themselves had any hope of a future in the Hundred, or whether they would have to turn tail and run, knowing there was nowhere to run. But because Anji appeared collected and calm, she found her market manners and her market face, and gathered her wagon and her slaves and followed as the Qin company and their prisoner split off from the caravan now filtering wagon by wagon through Crow's Gate.
Shai turned his mount in beside hers, since Anji had ridden ahead. 'Do you think after all we'll find no sanctuary here?' he asked nervously.
'We must wait and see.'
'You've a cold heart, Mai, not to be sweating!'
'Anji will pull us through.'
That made him fall silent, thank goodness!
A secondary road ran parallel to the outer walls, which were to Mai's eye an unimpressive collection of log palisades and barriers crudely stitched together. They rode in the direction of the sea and came at length to the river's shore. Here stood a closed gate, framed by stone and capped by a thick black beam. Two guard towers rose, one on either side, manned by archers who leaned on the rail and examined them with the intense and easygoing interest of men who have been bored beyond measure.
'What's this?' asked the younger.
'Call Captain Waras!' called the older to unseen men behind the wall.
'I'm Master Iad,' called the caravan master. 'Well known here, although my family home lies in Olo Crossing. I lodge at the Seven Chukars in town, here. Any of your merchants along Stone Field will vouch for me.'
'You must speak to Captain Waras,' said the older.
The younger nudged him and pointed at Mai, and the older pursed his lips as if to whistle, thought better of it, and looked away.
They waited.
'I don't like this,' Shai muttered.
'Hush.'
He gave her a bitter look, dismounted, and led his horse toward the river. She followed his progress with her gaze.
The field before Harrier's Gate had most recently been used, it appeared, as pasture, cropped short and still sprinkled here and there with sheep pellets although no sheep grazed within view. Reeds and tall grass marked the course of the river, now a broad gray-blue flow spreading and slowing as it frayed into the dozen estuarine channels of the delta. Huts stood on the far bank, and a woman in bright blue silk poled a skiff into those distant reeds. The sun baked them; in patches, where bare earth showed through heavily cropped grass, the soil showed fine cracks.
Mai twitched her shawl forward to give more shade for her face.
A man came to the rail up on the river-side tower. He waved a hand. 'I know you, Master Iad,' he said. 'You are well come back to Olossi Town!'
'Captain Waras! Well met!'
'What are these wolves you've brought to my gate?'
Hearing conversation, Shai hurriedly turned back.
'This company of soldiers has guarded us along the Kandaran Pass most loyally,' Master Iad continued cheerfully, although there was an edge of anxiety in his tone. 'Led by this man, Captain Anji.'
'A good number,' said Captain Waras. 'And foreigners, besides.' The older guard was, laboriously and rather obviously, trying to count them all, although he had to start over several times. 'Do they mean to camp outside the walls tonight and depart in the morning after they're paid? I hear there's a caravan pointed south, ready to depart in the morning, although it's hot to be out on the road.'
'Not at all. They hope for a further hire here in the Hundred. I'll lay their proposal out in front of the council as soon as the council meets.'
'It's a good number,' repeated Captain Waras. 'That's a lot of men, there.'
'They've done us a service-every one of us, you and me and all Olossi-when we were attacked by ospreys up in Dast Korumbos. Killed them who meant to rob and kill us. The worst kind of knaves. The ringleader was taken prisoner, an ordinand by the rank of captain and the name of Beron. We've brought him to stand trial at the assizes.'
Captain Waras was a considering man, the kind who wasted your time examining each and every peach before he decided that the one you had placed so carefully on top after all was the one he wanted. 'We've had word of some trouble up West Spur. But we heard that the man in question-named Beron-was murdered.'
'Murdered! Not so. We have him right here.'
Waras gestured, and a guard tossed a rope ladder over the railing. Down this the militia captain descended. He wore a heavy leather jacket cut to hang to his knees, and its stiffness made his descent awkward. Otherwise he wore no armor except a leather cap with a pair of red ribbons laced around the rim and his hair tucked up underneath and, at his belt, a short sword. When he reached the ground, a guard, from above, tossed down a stout stick no longer than elbow to hand; it was painted in alternate stripes of red and black and weighted at one end with a shiny metal ball, like a club.
Anji dismounted. The two men surveyed each other, taking their measure.
'You've a strong force,' said the militia captain. 'Two hundred disciplined, armed soldiers, strangers to our land. You can see we are reluctant to allow you to enter town without some surety that you'll cause no trouble.'
Anji nodded. 'You're right to be cautious. It's what I would do in your place. Let my soldiers camp outside this gate tonight. It's no hardship for them, as long as they can water the horses and buy some manner of food- whatever is available-for their supper. I'll come into the town myself with the prisoner, by your leave. Then I can speak in front of the council as soon as it meets.'
'The full council next meets in three days. Wakened Crane. You'll have to attend alone.'
'Together with a small escort for my wife and her slaves. I would prefer it if she be found a decent place to stay. Some place with baths nearby, if you have such.'
She blushed, but he wasn't looking at her although it seemed to her in that instant that he could hear her reaction, because of his slight smile, nothing too blatant. A promise, not forgotten even at this juncture. In
