Mogaba said, "Several of my men have approached me on a matter of some delicacy. I think we need a policy."
This was something unexpected. "A policy? About what?"
"To what extent the men can use violence to defend themselves. Several have been attacked. They want to know how much restraint they have to show, for political reasons. Or if they have permission to make examples."
"Gah! When did this start?"
"I received the first report this afternoon."
"All today, then?"
"Yes sir."
"Let's see the men involved."
He brought them to the table. They were Nar. There were five of them. It did not seem likely that such things would happen to the Nar alone. I sent Murgen around. He returned. "Three incidents. They took care of it themselves. Said they didn't figure it was something worth reporting."
Discipline. Something to be said for it.
It took half a minute to decide the attackers were not, apparently, Taglians. "Wrinkly little brown guys? We saw those on the river. I asked Swan. He said he didn't know where they came from. But they gave him the collywobbles. If they're not Taglians, don't take no shit. Ace them unless you can take a couple prisoners. One-Eye. If you could snag a couple and give them the works... "
We did all this amidst the comings and goings of our Taglian servitors. At that point several came to collect empty plates, forestalling One-Eye from poormouthing about how he was so grossly overworked. He did not squawk fast enough when they cleared away, either.
Murgen got the first word in. "I got a problem, Croaker." Mogaba winced. Flexible man, Mogaba, but he could not get used to me letting anybody call me anything but Captain.
"What's that?"
"Bats."
Goblin snickered.
"Can it, runt. Bats? What about bats?"
"Guys keep finding dead bats around."
I noted, from the corner of my eye, that Lady had grown more attentive. "I don't follow you."
"The men have been finding dead bats every morning since we got here. Bats all torn up, not just dropped over dead. And they're only around where we are. Not all over town."
I looked at One-Eye. He looked at me. He said, "I know. I know. One more job for good old One-Eye. How's this outfit ever going to get along without me when I go?"
I don't know if the others bought it or not.
There were things One-Eye and I hadn't shared with everyone.
"Any other problems?"
Nobody had a problem, but Murgen had a question. "All right if we work on Swan a little? I checked out that place he owns. It's the kind of place some of our guys would hang out. We might find out something interesting there."
"At least you'd keep him nervous. Good idea. Have some of the Nar hang out there, too. To work on that Blade character."
"He's a spooky one," Otto said.
"The most dangerous too, I'd bet. One of those guys like Raven. Kill you without batting an eye and not even remember it five minutes later."
Mogaba said, "You must tell me more of this Raven. Each time I hear of him he sounds more intriguing."
Lady paused with fork half lifted to mouth. "It's all in the Annals, Lieutenant." The gentlest of admonitions. For all his devotion to things Company, Mogaba had yet to make a serious attempt to explore those Annals set down after the Company had departed Gea-Xle.
"Of course," he replied, voice perfectly even, but eyes hard as steel. There was a distinct coolness between them. I had sensed it before, mildly. Negative chemistry. Neither had any reason to dislike the other. Or maybe they did. I spent more time with Mogaba these days than I did with Lady.
"That's that, then," I said. "Out of here after the next watch change. Be ready."
Mostly nods as they pushed back from the table, but Goblin stayed put, scowling, for several seconds before he rose.
He suspected that he was being drafted mainly to keep him out of mischief while I was gone.
He was sixty percent right.
Chapter Twenty-five: TAGLIOS: SCOUTING SOUTHWARD
Try sneaking someplace on a plowhorse sometime. You'll get half the idea of the trouble we had sliding out of town unnoticed on those monsters Lady had given us. We wore poor Goblin down to the nubs, covering up. By the time we cleared town I was thinking maybe we would have done as well to have taken the coach.
Getting out unnoticed was a relative notion, anyway. There were crows on watch. Seemed one of those damned birds was perched on every tree and roof we passed.
Though we hurried through it, and it could not be seen well in the dark, the countryside immediately south of Taglios seemed rich and intensively cultivated. It had to be to support an urban area so large—though there appeared to be garden areas inside the city, especially in the well-to-do neighborhoods. Surprisingly, Taglians did not eat much meat though it was food that could be walked to market.
Two of the three great religious families banned the eating of flesh.
Along with everything else, our great steeds could see in the dark. It did not bother them to canter when I could not see my hand in front of my face. Dawn caught us forty miles south of Taglios, thoroughly saddlesore.
Opened-mouth peasants watched us flash by.
Swan had told me about the Shadowmasters' invasion of the previous summer. Twice we crossed the path of that struggle, coming upon gutted villages. In each the villagers had rebuilt, but not on the same site.
We paused near the second. A hetman came to look us over while we ate. We had no words in common. When he saw he wasn't going to get anywhere he just grinned, shook my hand, and walked away.
Goblin said, "He knew who we are. And figures us the same as the people in the city."
"For dopes?"
"Nobody thinks we're stupid, Croaker," Lady said. "And maybe that's the problem. Maybe we aren't as smart as they think we are."
"Say what?" I threw a stone at a crow. I missed. She gave me a funny look.
"I think you're right when you say there's a conspiracy of silence. But maybe they aren't hiding as much as you think. Maybe they just think we know more than we know."
Sindawe, Mogaba's lieutenant and third, offered, "I feel this to be the heart of it, Captain. I have spent much time on the streets. I have seen this in the eyes of all who look upon me. They think I am much more than what I am."
"Hey. They don't just look at me. I go out they start hailing me everything but emperor. It's embarrassing."
"But they won't talk," Goblin said, starting to pack up. "They'll bow and grin and kiss your backside and give you anything but their virgin daughters, but they won't say squat if you go after a concrete answer."
"Truth is a deadly weapon," Lady said.
"Which is why priests and princes dread it," I said. "If we're more than we seem, what do they think we are?"
Lady said, "What the Company was when it came through heading north."
Sindawe agreed. "The answer would be in the missing Annals."
"Of course. And they're missing." If I had had my own along I would have paused to review what I had learned at the Temple of Traveller's Repose. Those first few books had been lost down here somewhere.
None of the names on my maps rang any bells. None of what I remembered contained any echoes. Cho'n Delor had been the end of history, so to speak. The beginning of unknown country, though there was much in the Annals from before the Pastel Wars.
Could they have changed all the names?
"Oh, my aching ass," Goblin complained as he clambered into the saddle. A sight to behold, a runt like him getting up the side of one of those horses. Every time Otto had a crack about getting him a ladder. "Croaker, I got an idea."