But when she was done, each of them built, under her instruction, one of the golden bricks-Mogon’s were a magnificent, lurid green.
“I made no attempt to strike him. I wished only to protect my unborn child.” She smiled. “Now, I wonder what was Ash and what was Ghause.”
Harmodius had seen the shadow of another in her memory. “And what was Tar,” he said.
“The Virgin would only protect me,” the Queen said quickly.
Harmodius frowned. “They only see us as slaves and soldiers,” he said. He looked pointedly at Gabriel.
Gabriel shook his head. “Harmodius-I would not be your foe. But I need my ally in order to win this battle-the more especially if your dark dragon manifests.” He looked around. “I have no idea of what it would be like to fight a dragon. Militarily, I’m not even sure it can be done. Based on two observations of my own ally in his draconic form-” He paused. “I’m not sure I can plan for that.”
Harmodius took a deep breath as if to make a passionate rejoinder. But he paused.
“We must win this fight,” he said.
“We know,” Desiderata said.
“Very well,” Harmodius said. “I will limit myself to Ash.”
Gabriel smiled at the Faery Knight. “You are content I should command?” he asked.
“No,” the Faery Knight said. “I am content we can aid each other. Command is too imperious for me, Gabriel. Let us merely be friends, and the rest will follow.”
“That’s me told, as my archer would say,” Gabriel said. He extended his hand. “I intend to fight in the woods, at Gilson’s Hole.”
“In the woods?” Desiderata asked. Her surprise leached into the aethereal.
“The army marches tonight, under cover of darkness,” Gabriel said. “Much of it, anyway. Not your knights. We’ve summoned a mass levy of farmers and peasants to dig, and cut trees. What we have that our opponents lack is organization. I’m trying to win with it.”
The Faery Knight put a hand to his forehead in mock salute-or perhaps genuine. “I am shocked. Perhaps he will be surprised.”
“Let’s find out,” the captain said.
One by one, the others left the old man’s palace.
Like a bad guest, Gabriel chose to stay. When they were all gone, he said, “Odd to be in your head, instead of you in mine.”
Harmodius smiled. “Are we at odds?” he asked.
“Please do nothing against Master Smythe,” Gabriel said.
“You mean Lot? You have my word. For now.” Harmodius looked at something that Gabriel knew he couldn’t see-but he’d been in the old man’s rooms in his own mind, and he knew what was there-the mirror.
“I’ve lost my protection,” he said.
“You think so?” Harmodius said. “Hmm.”
“How will this Ash manifest?” Gabriel asked. “And how will you strike?”
“I think he will use death-each death is a major event in the aethereal,” the old magister began.
“Really? I had no idea,” Gabriel said.
“I missed your sarcasm,” Harmodius said.
“And I, yours,” Gabriel shot back.
They both glared-and both laughed.
“I think he uses death to power his essence.” Harmodius shrugged. “I really know nothing-I guess everything. I will not tell you what I will do.”
“And Amicia? Lissen Carak?” Gabriel asked. His pulse raced even in the aethereal.
“Defended. Amicia wishes to come with the army. I think she should not-but we need every scrap of hermetical talent.” Harmodius set his jaw.
Gabriel nodded. “In as much as I am captain-you are magister. I believe I can defeat Thorn’s material army. In fact, I’ll go so far as to say I can defeat him with minimal losses.”
“You’ve learned a great deal of humility,” Harmodius said dryly. “But I will add this. If you die and I die, and Ash manifests, and Thorn triumphs, and Lissen Carak does not fall-then we have not wholly lost.”
“I probably lost Ticondaga and all my folk by hubris,” Gabriel said. “I have learned in just a few years making war that to dwell on errors is to make more.” He shrugged. “I am afraid of a battle with so many imponderables. But I will do my best.”
Harmodius nodded. “I will spare you the statement that you should not blame yourself.”
Gabriel shrugged.
“What happens if we win on the ground and lose here?” Gabriel asked.
“We all die,” Harmodius said.
“The converse is also true,” Gabriel said. “You would have me die, so that untold numbers of beings I have never met are protected from Ash holding a gate.” Gabriel shook his head. “I’m not that noble. Let’s just beat him here.” He managed a grin. “And live to tell about it.”
Harmodius shook his head. “At best, our losses will be staggering.”
Gabriel sighed. “I’ll try and prevent that.” But there was doubt in his voice.
In the real, Gabriel was the last but Harmodius to return. He looked around, feeling-rested. He tried to empty his wine cup, but that had apparently already happened, and the fire was down and most of the candles out.
Harmodius grunted. “I’m too old for all this,” he said. “Good night.”
“Where are you sleeping?” Gabriel asked.
“In this chair.” Harmodius stretched. “Which even this body isn’t young enough for.”
“You can share my room,” Gabriel volunteered. “Come, old man. Three flights of stairs and there’s a feather bed.”
“Lead on,” Harmodius said.
They made it to the top with minimal grunting. Gabriel got the old man into his camp bed-the castle seemed to have no beds of its own, or perhaps other guests had them.
Toby didn’t awake any of the times they stepped over him, and he looked exhausted. Gabriel let him sleep. He found the leather case where his wine was stored, and found both bottles empty.
“Damn,” he said.
Harmodius, the most puissant magister in all of the Nova Terra, was already snoring.
Gabriel looked at him for a moment. The cased window was open and moonlight fell on the old man’s outthrust arm, and the night was chilly, and Gabriel got his red cloak off the clothes piled on his chair and spread it over the old man. It smelled of wood smoke. That sparked a few memories.
He smiled again. Then he went out past his solar, where Nell was sleeping with a young man spooned against her. Gabriel nodded thoughtfully and took his page’s canteen and pulled the stopper. There was water in it. He drank it.
It wasn’t what he wanted, and he went into the hall, his cup still in his hand.
The Queen’s door opened, and Blanche backed through it with a taper in her hand.
A variety of thoughts crossed Gabriel’s mind all at once, and when she turned, they both flinched.
“I’m sorry,” he said, although he had no idea for what he was apologizing.
She paused. “May I help you?” she asked. “The babe’s asleep and so is her grace.”
Gabriel waved his cup. I’m the captain, damn it. I can be in the hall at midnight. There was something in her air that damned him for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. “I was only looking for a cup of wine.”