In a few moments, Buloth had taken command of a two-thousand-creature army, plus a few personal retainers and some stupid beasts who only needed a vague prodding to haul carts. All their wills were bent to his. It was not as complete a command as Oglut would have had, but it would do.
It was time.
He thought rather than said, Go, Son, and teach the furry little turds a lesson. You may start on your holding now.
His son’s mindvoice came back clearly. I hear you, Father, and am grateful. They will be brought into the whole.
He turned to Mutal. “See what your brother has accomplished, and learn.”
“I will, Father,” Mutal said, earnestly. In his mind, Oglut picked up a well-developed sibling rivalry and ambition of his own.
Success was within their grasp. He had bred well.
The warriors were of two minds. Either the females were a too-welcome distraction, or they were a hindrance. Talonmaster Hress Rscil felt as if he could pluck out every hair on his body in frustration. His tail was constantly moving as he watched his subordinates mediate arguments and order the warriors back into line.
He found himself in daily conference with Cmeo Mrist, starting the first day. They used his chariot, with an erected sun shade, as a platform for observation of the drill field.
“This is not going well.”
“It will. It is a new thing, and will take getting used to.” Cmeo Mrist sounded confident. Her eyes were bright and calm, and her expression serene.
“Indeed,” he said, wiping sweat from his eyelids. “How are the Dancers?”
“I don’t know entirely. I see one substantial problem, though, that must be resolved.”
“Yes?”
She fluffed slightly, and her ears flattened. That was surprising. The Dancer had very good control of her elegant body, usually. It must be significant.
“Several of the warriors have been most condescending to the Dancers. It is not only rude, it will undermine their confidence, and their empathy.”
“Yes, that must be addressed,” the talonmaster agreed at once. Indeed. That would not build a cohesive force, and as she noted, could undermine what they had. “What is the nature of these comments?”
“Several to the effect that females are not suited to battle, only to defending the house. Others that they can’t possibly manage to keep up with such powerful warriors.”
Hress Rscil couldn’t help but grin.
“That first would be from the older ones, the second from younger ones.”
Cmeo Mrist couldn’t suppress a smile in return. “It was.”
“It will be hard to break.” He sighed. “I have some ideas, but you must support me.”
“Of course,” she said with a cordial lay of her ears.
“I’ll start on that in the morning.” He could start now, but he wanted time to think, and it was a hot day, dusty and gusty and more suited for a nap. He’d have to call a break shortly.
Cmeo Mrist said, “Well, I must thank you for your understanding.”
Talonmaster Hress Rscil regarded her evenly. “You are welcome, Priestess, but I must be honest.”
“Yes?”
“I share some of that sentiment myself. However, my clan leader has given me orders, and I will comply as best I can. I expect as much from those I command.”
She almost sighed, and her ears drooped slightly. “I understand. I also will do the best I can. Of course, I’m not happy with such…instinctive behavior.” He knew she’d wanted to say undisciplined, though she did not. “I will trust you to address it.”
“Thank you,” he said. Fair enough, and he’d continue to give her the benefit of the doubt.
He wasn’t sure she’d feel the same way tomorrow.
Barely after dawn, the training resumed. Hress Rscil watched from atop his chariot as the drillmasters motivated the warriors in the cool air and dew-damp earth.
“Crawl! On your bellies. There are leatherwings overhead, and hurled spears and rocks. If a filthy Liskash sees you, you’ll drool and do his bidding. Now up and run! Run like the filthy Liskash wants you carnally. Down! And crawl!” The nearest leader clapped his hands together to make his warriors move faster.
Rscil had talked to his drillmasters, and by “talked,” he’d told them bluntly what behavior was acceptable to him, and thence to Nrao Aveldt. A general lesson and motivation now would be followed by individual attention to any comments, and further group activity would continue until the problem was resolved. As an additional incentive, he’d spread the snide word that any warrior who didn’t feel capable of marching with females had his leave to return to the herds. That resulted in hundreds of flattened ears, but no desertions.
They might hate him, but they would obey.
Cmeo Mrist looked rather nonplussed at the warriors crawling through sand and brambles, jumping, charging, diving. It was painful and exhausting, and mildly degrading. Still, it would enforce the rules.
They drilled all day, and there was clear resentment, but better response. One side benefit, Hress Rscil thought, was that no warrior would quit if the females didn’t first. Nor was anyone foolish enough to challenge the clan leader, the talonmaster, or even a drillmaster on the matter. He was satisfied.
Two days later Cmeo Mrist reported, “The comments have stopped. Muttering, however, continues. The Dancers are dealing with it, including joking about it. With respect, a warrior of great ability need not boast. His skill is apparent. The boasting only serves to point his insecurity. Especially with Dancers, who can sometimes read feelings.”
“I will relay that,” Hress Rscil agreed. “Some of the warriors will feel put upon, that they have been felt in such a manner.” It struck the talonmaster that he had watched the graceful Dancers, and their movements had inspired the occasional less than chaste thought. Had Cmeo Mrist or the others sensed this? He dismissed the concern and plunged ahead,
“I have a suggestion, a delicate one, if I may,” he said. His proposal was a bold one, and could have repercussions if not taken well.
She raised her brow hairs and said, “It’s necessary that we agree that we are not enemies, and can share sensitive things.”
He hoped the Dancer was referring to what he was about to propose.
“One matter, which I feel is legitimate, is that this will be a long march with stiff battles.”
“Go on.”
“The warriors fear the Dancers are graceful but not strong, and I use that term in the physical sense, and will not be always able to keep up with the claws.”
“I see,” she said. “Yes, I understand the context. And what do you propose?”
“I would like to conduct training routes as well as drill. A few hundredlengths at first, building to greater distances.”
“That makes sense,” she agreed. “To make it interesting, I propose three thousandlengths to start.”
Talonmaster Rscil took a moment to eat that. While not a great distance, it was a healthy route for warriors, and a fair approach to battle. Eventually, he’d like twice eight or more thousandlengths. Cmeo proposed starting at more than an eighth of that at the start. Of course he appreciated the offer. It would speed training, and make a better showing for them. Could they do it, however?
“Are you confident of that?” he asked.
She sniffed. “Warrior, what do you think females in camp or town do? They butcher meat, haul wood, walk herds, fight predators. It has been years since we fought to defend the town, but you’ve heard and seen herding station battles. Besides, I will guarantee none will drop out. If they fall, it will be from exertion, and demonstrate they have the courage to give all. Surely that will serve some measure?”
Rscil admired her assessment of the situation and appreciated the cooperation. “Either will serve great measure. I admit to knowing little apart from war, and I value your advice,” he said.