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"Not Fava, obviously, and not the war. That more inhumi would come? No. " I shook my head. "What was it?"
"That Id meet some man and think he loved me, and after we were married Id find out he just loved this place, loved the idea that someday Papa would die and hed be rich. "
Her hands (large hands for a girl her age) tightened, grasping her legs above the knee. "I saw it start tonight. This was the first time ever. But I know-I know-"
Two big tears escaped her deep-set eyes to course down her broad cheeks; I left my chair to crouch beside hers, my arm around her shoulders.
"I know its going to go on and on and on. . . " Suddenly she turned on me, a fledgling hawk. "Ill kill him! You can make me promise anything you want, but Ill kill him just the same. What did you tell Torda?"
"The same things anyone in my position would. " I stood up and returned to this sturdy, leather-covered chair in which I sit writing. "That I thought she loved your father and that he loved her; but that sullenness and sulking would never win him, no more than demanding that he marry her had made him marry her. That if she were cheerful and smiling instead, and asked for nothing, he would certainly give her a great deal and might even give her what she wanted. "
"Would that work for me?"
I shrugged. "It might, if you were to find a man of the right sort, and had an opportunity to be around him for extended periods. It may not work for Torda - I dont know. And if the man is of the wrong sort it will not work at all for any woman. "
"I ought to go now, " Mora said pensively. "I ought to get a little sleep, but it will be hard with Fava gone. "
"You certainly should if you intend to rise early and see the messenger off, " I agreed.
"Just one?"
I nodded. "I think so. "
"Well, I dont. But I ought to get to bed anyhow. When you and your wife-and your little son, is that right? Were on. . . What did you call it?"
"I probably said the Lizard. Lizard Island, off the coast. "
"You lived by hunting rock goats?"
"Yes. And by fishing. "
"Well, Id rather live like that with a man who loved me, and live in a little tent of skins, than live here by myself or with a man who didnt. Why are you smiling like that?"
"Because after racking my brain for four long days Ive finally realized who you and your father remind me of. I knew-I felt, at least-that I had met you both before. I wont tell you because the names would mean nothing to you. "
"Were they good people?"
"Very good people. " Without my willing it, my voice grew softer. I myself heard it with surprise. "People are always asking me to predict events to come, Mora. Usually I say that I cant, because its so seldom I can. I try, as youve seen; but its very doubtful stuff, like my prediction concerning Eco and Rimando. "
She nodded as she stood up.
"Once in a rare while I really do know the future, however. When it happens-which is only rarely, as I said-I generally have a terrible time making people believe me. Will you believe me now, if I swear to you that what Im about to tell you is the simple truth? The truth about the future?"
"If I can. "
"Just so. If you can. You have been growing up with a number of assumptions, Mora, and all of them are wrong. You said a moment ago-please dont cry again, it isnt worth it-that you saw for the first time what it would be like to be pursued by fortune hunters. "
"He wanted to know how o-o-old I w-was. " Her voice was without any hint of emotion until it shook and broke. "So I said fifteen, to see if hed-if hed. . . "
She bit her lower lip to steady herself. "Because I wanted to see if hed believe it, and he did. You have to be sixteen to get married in Blanko. Is it like that where you come from?"
"Probably not, " I told her. "I dont know, but I doubt that there is any restriction at all. "
"In Blanko its sixteen, so I said fifteen and waited to see what would happen. He looked at me and looked away, and I could see it working in his mind. He asked me about my mother, and how many brothers and sisters, and everything I said made him worse. "
"I understand. I, too, saw something for the first time tonight. I think its very likely that it was the first time that its ever been seen at all, by anyone. " I paused to collect my thoughts.
"When a boy becomes a man, Mora, there must be a moment, a moment when the boy falls away never to be seen again. But before that moment come moments, which may be many or few, when one can glimpse the man who is to be, the man waiting behind the boy. "
"Im not a man, even if thats what they say at the academy. Or a boy either. "
"I know youre not, which is why it came as such a surprise to me. I had known the other, you see; but I had never realized that it would apply equally to girls. Even when it took place before me, I was so busy recognizing her-I recognized the woman you will become as soon as I saw her-that I didnt think through the implications for a moment. You talked just now about finding a man who will love you. "
"Maybe I cant. " The hawk returned. "But by every god in the whorl, Im going to try!"
"You will find many, and without much difficulty, " I told her. "But be careful-be extremely careful, I beg you-that you find one you yourself can love as well. "
"Man come, " Oreb muttered.
"Your father, " I told Mora. "Why dont you open the door for him?"
"How do you-?"
"I know his step. "
He knocked as I spoke.
"And his knock, too. Please come in, Inclito. Its not locked. "
He did, and looked surprised to see his daughter.
"Mora will be lonely without Fava, " I explained. "She wanted to talk to me about that, and some other things. She realizes, as Im sure you do, that she wont be a child much longer. Shes concerned about her course in life, as all such young women are. Ive tried to help a little, though I havent much help to give her. "
"It would be a lot, " Mora said, "if I could believe you. " And then, impulsively, "Good-bye, Incanto! Good-bye, Papa!" She blew us kisses, and was out of the room before I could so much as consider what gesture I might make in return.
Inclito shut the door. "Shes not in trouble with some boy, is she?"
I shook my head.
"Her mother had a dozen on her string. Nobody ever figured out why she picked me. " Inclito sat down on my bed. "She wasnt a beautiful woman, but. . . "
"If I were more polite myself, I would say now that youre mistaken, " I told him, "in part at least. "
"Youre not that polite?"
I shook my head.
"Me neither. Mama tried to make me when I was little, but it saves a lot of time. All right, not a dozen. Six I can name and me. No, eight. "
"I wasnt referring to that. A dozen may be the figure for all I know - or twenty. But you lied when you said she wasnt a beautiful woman. "
"You could see by my face, huh? I thought I was better than that. Youre right, she was, and I was the only one that knew it. "
"You are better than that. It was another face that told me you were lying. "
"You saw her one time, my Zitta? Before you left the old whorl?"
"Tonight. What was it you wanted to see me about?" I went to the window, which was open already, and opened it more widely.
"The spy. It was Fava?"
I nodded.
"She ought to have been hanged. "
"Then hang me. I arranged for her to escape in safety. "
He shook his head, a head bigger than most mens, upon a neck far thicker than most. "She was only a sprat. It would have made me sick to watch it. Im not going to say you did right, but Im glad you did it. "
"So am I. "
"The Dukos marched already? Thats what you said. "
"No, I didnt. I said I thought so, and that if he had not, he would set out within a day. That is as exact as I can make it. "
"We got to meet him in the hills. " Inclito stood up, absentmindedly wiping hands tw
ice the size of his daughters on his shirt. "He gets out into the bottomlands where he can spread out his horses, and its all over. You werent ever a trooper? Its what you told me once. But you fought enough to get yourself shot. " He pointed toward my wound, though it was concealed by my robe and my tunic. "There in the side. In and out. It doesnt bother you?"
I shrugged. To write the truth - Nettle, you must never read this-I was listening to Seawracks song as it floated across the waves a hundred leagues from where I stood.
"That man in the town down south? The one they called the rajan? It seemed like he ran a pretty good war. The other town had more men. Thats what Eco says. He beat them anyhow, with brains and magic. "
"Mostly by luck. "
"Oh. You heard too? If you say so, but Id like to have luck like that on our side. They say hes got six hundred on horses, the Duko. "
My eyes must have shown the skepticism I felt.
"He had a spy here? I got spies there. Six hundred, they tell me. And Novella Citta. And Olmo. You know what Ive got? How many horses? Im trying to get two hundred. You know my men here? Well, Im taking them, all three of them, on the carriage horses. After that if I can find just a few more, two hundred. "
"Meanwhile, I am sending away two of your horsemen to carry my letters. "
"Its right what youre doing. We havent got so little we cant use any at all. Suppose they both get through. How good a chance they come over to our side?"
"Your estimate would be much more accurate than mine, I feel sure. "
"One out of ten one will. One out of twenty for both. Each can bring a hundred and fifty on horses, maybe. Maybe a hundred. So thats eight hundred to get around behind us as soon as they get through the hills. "
I said that my chief object in sending the letters had never been to win over Novella Citta and Olmo - welcome though that would be, should it occur-and that it was by no means impossible to be outflanked among hills.
"No, but its harder, and theyd have to fight us, probably. If they get close, they can go straight at Blanko. Youve seen it, the river and the walls. How long could they hold it against eight hundred men? Thats boys, old men, and women. "
I reflected. "A month, perhaps, if they were well led. "
"Pah! A day. Maybe one whole day. Not two. And when our men found out the town had fallen behind them. " He made a graphic gesture. "Theyre shoemakers and shopkeepers, farmers like me. The gods didnt say we win the war?"
"Nor that you will lose it. "
"Well meet them in the hills and crush them. Weve got to. In the hills-" He waved toward my chair. "Sit down. Youre making me all upset. Sit down. "
I did, and he sat again.
"In the hills it doesnt matter so much how many men, its how good they are. If you ask me, Ive got to say the Dukos men are better. But well be better. Weve got to be, so we will be. Tomorrow we march. I sent word this afternoon. It would take all morning to get everybody together, but we wont wait for everybody. Well be gone before the frost is off the grass. "
"Would you like me to come with you?"
Inclito raised one thick eyebrow. "Its not your fight. "
"Nor will I be of any great help to you, I know. I may well be more of a hindrance than a help. But I would rather go with you and see the fighting than try to make my way back to the coast alone, in winter, with a war raging. "
"I was thinking maybe youd stay here and take care of Mama and Mora. "
"I can if you want me to. Or I can come back with news of you, if Im in the way. " I am sorry that I said that now, but it is what I said.
I have sat here writing so long because I feel sure I cannot sleep so long as Seawrack sings. I have sent Oreb to beg her to be silent, although I do not really believe he can fly that far.
No, not if he were to fly all night, poor bird, and all day tomorrow.
I have shut the window now and closed the shutters-no doubt it will be days before Oreb returns, if indeed he returns to me at all. It was very hard to make myself do it, though it was freezing in here. It does not help at all, even though it nearly muffled the drumming hooves. I am going to pray and go to bed, and (if I cannot sleep) daydream about the first time I lay with Seawrack on the clumsy little sloop I built with my own hands and loved so much, and of lying with Hyacinth, too, in Ermines on the night of our marriage.
How sweet dreams like that would be!
Let Inclito see off the remaining riders-both of them, if he can; I have carried this account to the present moment with these words, and I am going to sleep as late as they will let me.
Chapter 11
In the Field
Our whole camp is sleeping now, but I am afraid of my dreams; I had horrible dreams last night, lost in Greens jungles again, and in the hideous city.
Besides, I am not tired or sleepy. Why should I be? The troopers walked, or at least most of them did, until they were ready to drop-I rode on horseback. From yesterday morning, then.
Inclito woke me, pounding on my door. Before I opened it, while I was still sitting up in bed yawning, I heard him exclaim, "Shes gone! Shes gone!" I knew at once what had happened; and I had known, or at least suspected, what Mora planned before she left my bedroom the night before, had surely known when I heard her gallop away. I had lifted not a finger to stop her - but then, how could I?
I advised Inclito to calm down and went outside with him. It was still almost dark, with a light snow falling. In the stable his hired men were milling around and getting in each others way as all three tried to ready his horse. Rimando was stamping and swearing, and Eco saddling a tall chestnut gelding that looked as if it could run like the wind. "Ill get her," he promised as he swung into the saddle. "Ill find her, wherever she is, and Ill bring her back. " I tried to tell him that if he could not he should go on to Olmo, deliver his letter, and search for Mora again on the way home; but he was galloping out of the farmyard and onto the road before I had said half of it.