Conqueror

was one rule always observed. Forker was childless and getting old. Any sons Marie bore. .

Ingried shook his head. 'She's got guts, have to say that for the bitch.'

'Not the only thing she's got, by the Spirit,' Carstens said with a man-to-man grin. More harshly: 'And she'd better get a protector soon. Does she think she can breathe bathwater, just because her momma got the chance to try?'

'Women,' Ingreid said. 'Hail and farewell, friend. See you on the battlefield.'

* * *

'And some people think he's a simple soldier,' Cabot Clerett said bitterly, beside her on the church steps.

Fatima wiped at her eye with a lace handkerchief, managing a final sniffle. Civil Government convention was for ladies to weep when a guest at other peoples weddings; it seemed bizarre to her, but custom was custom. The ceremony had been beautiful, she had a lovely new dress of light-blue silk, torofib woven in Azania, and Gerrin and Bartin-she smiled to herself-had promised her another present as well, fitting to the occasion. It was hard to cry under those circumstances.

The newly married couples were parading two by two out of the high brass-and-steel doors of the Wager Bay Cathedron, newly converted back to the Spirit of Man of the Stars; only fair, since there had been barely enough Earth Spirit cultists in town for a congregation. The newlyweds passed beneath an arch of sabers held by their comrades, on to awnings and trestle tables. Whole oxen and pigs were roasting over portable grills; there was to be a feast for the battalions of the men concerned, courtesy of the commanding officers of the units and Messer Raj.

'They are simple soldiers, Messer Cabot,' Fatima pointed out ingenuously.

It was just going on for sundown, but the post-siesta crowds of townsfolk were kept out of the square by pickets tonight. Both moons were up, and paper lanterns had been strung from the official buildings which ringed the plaza. A breeze from the sea tempered the days late-summer heat to a languorous softness.

The troops were on their best behavior, with detachments in guardia armbands to see that they stayed that way later after the wine had flowed. The wedding songs they were bawling out ranged from the bawdy to the obscene, but that was customary in most places. That the couples had barely met before the ceremony was also common enough; and if the grooms had been among those who slaughtered the brides' fathers or former husbands in the fighting around Fort Wager, that too was not unknown among a warrior people like the Brigade. Nobody knew for sure who had killed who. . and life would not be easy for Brigade women without protectors among a hostile native populace, in a province newly conquered by aliens of a different faith.

'No, not them,' Cabot said. 'The men are all right; good soldiers, they deserve a holiday, they've been working hard.'

'Too hard, some,' Fatima said.

She generally helped out in the 5th's field hospitals, and there had been a full complement of broken bones and heatstroke during the field exercises. Moving thousands of men at speed through rough country was dangerous even without live ammunition. Plus cracked heads and ribs from over-enthusiastic encounters with practice sabers, sheathed bayonets and rifle butts during the melees. Especially between units with a history of bad blood like the 5th Descott and the Roger Slashers.

'Well, if they didn't like to fight they wouldn't be much use, would they?' Cabot said.

His voice was friendly in a patronizing way. Fatima suspected he talked to her only because he was fairly sure she didn't understand him most of the time; doubly sure, since she was both a woman and a Colonist. Also he was lonely in the Expeditionary Force, close only to Ludwig Bellamy and constrained with him. Most of the men of comparable rank were either Companions or professionals deeply respectful of the General's abilities; they were older, too. For all that, he was a nice enough young man, she thought. No problems after her firmly polite refusal of a pro forma attempt at seduction, the sort most men felt obliged to make toward another's mistress. Of course, Fatima was often near Lady Whitehall. .

'No, it's the land,' Cabot Clerett said. 'I can't think what Historiomo is thinking of, to let him distribute land to men under his command! Cash donatives are bad enough, but if you give a man a farm you've got him for life. And it makes all the others hope for the same thing.' The faint hope of saving enough for a homestead out of plunder was one major reason so many younger sons of yeoman-tenants and freeholders joined the cavalry.

'Government would give them farms?' Fatima asked, making her eyes go wide. Suzette had shown her how to do that.

'Ah, no.' His face lit. 'There's Lady Suzette-'

His eyes sought her out. Raj and his wife were strolling between the tables, exchanging a word here and there and toasting the couples. It wouldn't be appropriate or dignified for a man of his rank and birth to actually sit at table with enlisted men in a social gathering, unlike a campfire on a battlefield. The first table started to raise a cheer, then quieted at a single motion of Raj's hand. The singing immediately grew less raucous when Suzette came by; two of her maidservants followed her with sacks, and she was handing gifts to the brides, small things like shawls or brooches. Words of reassurance probably meant more, to young women now alone with men with whom they might not even share a common language beyond a few words of the Spanjol foreign to both.

'I don't understand it,' Cabot muttered, half to himself. 'One minute he's trying to buy their favor, and then. . He works them like peons right after they've won a battle; he keeps the strictest discipline I've ever seen, flogs and hangs for minor offenses against peasants-'

'He make them win,' Fatima said.

'Yes,' Cabot said; again to himself. 'He's got guts and he knows his trade, I'll grant him that. And he wins. That's what makes him dangerous.'

'General who lose is not dangerous to his Sultan?' Fatima asked. Cabot shot her a sharp glance, then relaxed at her palpable innocence.

'Yes, Fatima,' he said. 'That's the problem, you see. Bad generals may ruin you; good ones may overthrow you. Now, a Governor who was a successful general. .'

'Besides,' Fatima went on, frowning, 'I think-thought-Lady Whitehall have the idea for the weddings.'

'Oh, Lady Suzette,' Cabot said, the throttled anger in his voice vanishing. 'Suzette. She's an angel. I'm sure she didn't have anything in mind but helping-'

'Excuse me, Messer Clerett,' Gerrin Staenbridge said. 'I've come to collect my mistress.'

'Of course,' Cabot said, bowing. 'And I complement you on your taste, Messer Staenbridge. . in this at least.'

Gerrin's grin was toothily insincere as he bowed the other man on his way. 'No style at all,' he murmured to himself after the Governor's nephew had moved out of earshot. 'Bottom like a peasant, to boot. Very boot-able, in fact.'

Fatima was thinking over Cabot's last remark to her. 'Gerrin,' she said, 'tell me: why smart young man stupid about a woman?' My lady Suzette is a djinni, not a houri, she thought in her mother tongue.

'What was that?' Bartin Foley said, coming up on her other side.

'I ask why all young men so stupid,' Fatima said, taking his arm as well.

'Imp,' he said. She stuck out her tongue at him.

* * *

'Are you sure you will not need me more here, saaidya?' Abdullah said.

Suzette looked around her sitting room; while she did, her hands straightened the pile of papers before her. The punkah overhead made a languid attempt to stir the air, and hot white light speared in through the slats of the shutters. A cat on a pile of silk cushions beneath writhed in its slumber, spreading a paw. From the courtyard garden came the sound of splashing water and a rake slowly, very slowly, gathering leaves.

'We won't be here much longer, my faithful one,' she said.

'Now: here is the report from Ndella. Read and destroy it.'

'Ah, that one,' Abdullah said with professional appreciation.

Ndella cor Whitehall had been born in the Zanj city of Liswali and trained as a physician, before being captured by Tewfik's men and sold north to Al Kebir. As a freedwoman of Suzette Whitehall she plied her old trade and a more discreet one among the servants of the Gubernatorial Palace.