The Silver Mage - Katharine Kerr 13 стр.


In the name of every god, just like you said. Hwilli grinned at him. Its the priests duty to mark the points of the passing days, and the days themselves, the cycles of the moon and the sun, the rising of some of the stars, all of the heavenly things. Thats why the prince built this fortress up so high, so the priests would be closer to the stars.

I think me that the sun would rise without them making all that cursed clamour.

So do I, but the priests dont.

Ah. Like the cocks that crow on the dungheap, then, and the sun obeys.

She laughed until he kissed her again, and neither of them had any need of words or laughter.

Yet once their love-making finished, sunlight was flooding in the window, and he needed to leave to rejoin his men out in the horse yard. Hwilli lay on her side and watched him pull on the funny, baggy legging-things he called brigga.

Will you come back tonight? she said.

If youll have me back, Rhodorix said.

Of course!

He paused to grin at her, honestly thankful that she would want him. Me, she thought. He loves me. Nalla was right!

Well, then, lets settle somewhat. Rhodorix turned solemn. From now on, youre my woman. I dont want you looking at any other man.

Fear not! Theres not a man in this fortress Id want, not after you.

He smiled again, as bright as the sunlight coming through the windows. Let me take the crystals with me, he went on, and at the morning meal today, Ill tell the guard captain that if any other man looks at you wrong, hell have me to answer to.

Truly?

Truly. That way if I get you with child, everyone will know the childs mine, so youll not have to worry that Ill refuse to maintain it.

His generosity surprised her so much that she had a hard time answering with more than a murmured my thanks. He sat down on the edge of the bed to pull on his boots. She cuddled against his back and tried to think of some generosity she could offer in return.

Rhoddo?

Imph?

Then from now on, your people will be my people, and if I have a child, Ill raise him that way.

Well and good, then. He turned to look at her. Thats a grand thing youre giving me.

Youve done the same for me. Ill swear it on your gods, because theyre my gods now.

Then swear it by Belinos and Evandar.

Evandars not truly a god, you know.

Of course he is! Our priests said so. When he saved my life, I promised him Id swear all my vows on his name.

If it pleases him, she thought, why does it matter? Belinos she knew nothing of, but if Rhodorix considered him a god, then she would honour him too. I swear by Belinos and Evandar, she said.

So do I, that youre my woman now.

They both smiled, yet deep in her heart she felt sombre, as if a cold wind had touched her. Somehow, she knew, theyd sealed some sort of bargain, one that resonated far beyond the first days of a love affair.

The guardsmen ate in Prince Ranadars great hall, a long narrow room with tables enough for several hundred men. At one end stood a narrow dais, where the prince dined with his intimates. Frescoes covered the walls with pictures that reminded Rhodorix of those in Rhwmani villas, though these were far more magnificent. Painted roses bloomed in a vast garden that wrapped around the entire room. In the landscape behind the garden, one wall sported a view of rolling hills and forest; the other, a distant city on the far side of a river. A spiral made of bits of white glass covered half the ceiling. At night this spiral glowed with an eerie blue light, but during the day it merely glittered in the sun streaming through the windows.

Since Rhodorix sat next to Andariel at the warbands head table an honour, he realized, to a stranger who knew so many useful things he could talk with the captain through the crystals. When he told Andariel that he considered Hwilli his property and his alone, Andariel relayed the warning to the guardsmen, who mostly laughed and saluted him with their wine cups.

Shes always been the stand offish sort, Andariel remarked. Cold as ice, we all thought. Im impressed that you could warm her up, and so are the rest of the lads.

As the days went by, the warning had the desired effect. From time to time, Hwilli came down to the terrace to watch the riding lessons. The other men made a great show of looking elsewhere whenever she did, and if for some reason they needed to speak to her, they made the encounter as brief as possible.

Theyre afraid of you, Andariel said. If youve not noticed.

Why would they be? Rhodorix was honestly surprised. Im naught, just an exile, in a way, a man whos lost his tribe.

Just for that reason. You have every reason to be desperate. Youre more than a little reckless, Id say, judging from the way Ive seen you ride. No one wants to face you in an honour duel.

I see. Well, truly, the only trouble Id ever cause you and the warband would be over Hwilli.

Good. The captain smiled briefly and put a sliver of ice in his voice. Thats the answer Id hoped for. There, youd be within your rights.

But nowhere else, Rhodorix thought. Well and good, then, he said aloud. Thats fair.

Once theyd eaten, Rhodorix and Andariel left the great hall together. They were walking across the rear courtyard when the gongs boomed from the priests tower. A blare of horns answered them from a doorway at its base. Andariel caught Rhodorixs arm and made him stop.

Theyre coming, he said. We have to kneel.

Who?

The priests. Dont say a word to them unless they ask you a question.

Well and good, then.

Rhodorix knelt beside the captain on the hard cobbles. When he glanced around, he saw that everyone within sight had knelt as well. Bronze horns, as harsh as the tubae of the homeland, blared from the fortress walls. Silver horns answered with a chiming melody. To the beat of small drums, carried before them by two lads, four men emerged from the tower.

Long robes of cloth of silver swirled around them with each measured step. They held their heads high and rigid, balancing the weight of their plumed and studded headdresses. Gold and sapphires gleamed at their throats and in their earlobes; a long trail of peacock feathers swayed down their backs. As they passed each person kneeling along their route, in perfect unison the priests raised one hand and lowered it again, most likely in blessing, but they never spoke a word. Behind them came eight lads marching two abreast, dressed in dark blue linen, each carrying a silver sword two-handed and upright in front of him.

They marched the entire length of the fortress, turned in a perfectly executed sweep, and marched back again. The horns blared, the drums beat steadily, until the priests and their retinue returned to their tower by the door theyd left from. After so much processional music, the silence rolled around the courtyard like sound.

Ye gods! Rhodorix shook his head to steady down his hearing. What was all that about?

Ive got no idea, Andariel said. Maybe they just wanted a bit of fresh air. He stood up, dusting the dirt from his knees. They dont tell us anything, and we dont ask them anything. Those young lads with the swords? They have the right to kill anyone who insults a priest, and you never know what might insult them.

Ive got no idea, Andariel said. Maybe they just wanted a bit of fresh air. He stood up, dusting the dirt from his knees. They dont tell us anything, and we dont ask them anything. Those young lads with the swords? They have the right to kill anyone who insults a priest, and you never know what might insult them.

Rhodorix got up to join him. Those swords dont look like theyd cut meat at table.

They look soft, but theyre not true silver. Its some kind of mix. I dont know what it is, but the Mountain Folk up in Lin Rej make it.

Oh. Well and good, then, captain. Ill remember what you say about the priests. They look a fair bit different from the ones from my own tribe, not that I would have crossed them, either. Rhodorix paused, remembering Galerinos. Well, except for the one who was a cousin of mine, but he was just an apprentice. Ye gods, no doubt Ill never see him again, and thats a pity.

Its a hard thing, exile. Andariel paused to look up at Reaching Mountain and the huge slabs of stone towering above. I hope to the gods I never have to face it. He reached out and gave Rhodorix a friendly slap on the shoulder. Lets go round up our lads and get to work.

After the days riding lessons, Rhodorix went first to the bath house, then back to the chamber he shared with Gerontos. His brother was sitting in a chair by the window and eating bread and fruit from a tray on the table.

Whats this? Rhodorix said. Does Hwilli know youre out of bed?

She does. Im not to walk any farther than this, but its time, she said, to see if the leg can bear weight. Gerontos gestured at the tray of food. Theres more there than I can eat.

Rhodorix sat down across from him and picked up a chunk of bread and a knife to butter it.

Ive been meaning to ask you, Gerontos said. Does Hwilli have a sister or a friend who might He let the words trail off.

Rhodorix grinned at him. She doesnt, not one whos our kind of people. He let the smile fade. But shes mine, Gerro. I know weve shared women before, but not this time.

Well and good then. I just asked.

Naught wrong with asking. Rhodorix bit off a mouthful of bread and ate it while he thought. She has a friend named Nalla, though, whos a bit of a spark in tinder, if you ask me. She might find a different sort of man interesting, like, if you can ignore the ears.

Ill ask Hwilli if I can meet her, then. Itll let her know that its not her I want to bed.

Very gallant of you. He grinned again and reached for an apple. How is the leg, by the by?

Healing, she says, and fairly fast as these things go.

Good. Youll be riding again by winter, or so I hope.

Eventually Gerontos managed, with the aid of a crutch and with Hwillis help as well, to hobble out down to the terrace to teach beside his brother, though generally Rhodorix and one of the men carried him back up again. The forty men under their instruction learned to handle the captured mounts in a much shorter time than Rhodorix had been expecting, not that any of them turned into splendid riders in a fortnights work.

The difficulties lay in the mount and dismount. Eventually the guardsmen all learned how to leap onto the wooden horse, but their nervousness communicated itself to the real horses, who usually refused to stand and hold for the practice. Until they could mount, the men would never learn anything else about riding, so Rhodorix reluctantly agreed to a set of wooden steps, such as the kitchen servants used to reach the nets of onions and apples, the smoked pork and other such preserved foods that hung from the kitchens high ceilings. Rhodorix made his men pay for the device with jests and shaming remarks that made them struggle all the harder to learn.

On a sunny day turned cool by a crisp wind, Prince Ranadar himself and his retinue came down to watch the riding practice. Skipping along beside him was his little son, Berenaladar, or Ren, as he was usually called. Through Andariel and the crystals, Ranadar asked Rhodorix to show him what this riding thing is.

Rhodorix whistled for Aur, the name hed given his chosen horse, who trotted out of the herd at the command and joined him. His previous Meradani owner had trained Aur well; Rhodorix had spent many a morning learning what his new mount could do. When Rhodorix surreptitiously tapped the gelding on his off-fore, Aur bent the leg and seemed to bow to the prince. Ranadar smiled, and Ren clapped his hands with a laugh.

I want one of those, Da, the child said.

You shall have one when youre older, Ranadar said. Now hush!

Begging the cadvridocs pardon, Rhodorix said, but hes of an age when he should be learning to ride. The younger, the better, honoured one.

Ranadar considered him with a twisted smile, then shrugged. Very well, perhaps well both come have some lessons with you. Show me what this all entails.

Rhodorix saddled and bridled Aur, then leapt into the seat and caught the reins. He walked the horse down to the end of the terrace to let it warm its muscles, then trotted back. He dismounted, made Prince Ranadar a bow, then turned to the guardsmen.

Saddle up, lads! Rhodorix said.

The men rushed off to fetch their horses, since none had yet trained them to come when called. While they struggled with the tack under Andariels supervision, Rhodorix lifted young Ren to Aurs saddle and told him how to sit properly. The boys catslit eyes, lavender like his fathers, widened with delight at the sensation of being up so high on horseback. He followed every instruction Rhodorix gave him, then repeated every move on his own. If we live long enough to teach the lads, Rhodorix thought, the People will be as good as we are with horses.

The presence of their rhix and cadvridoc made the guardsmen even more nervous than usual. Several of them refused to use the wooden steps, but the first man to try the leap put too much spring into his jump, overbalanced on the saddle pad, and slid off to fall in a heap. His horse snorted, danced, and very nearly kicked him. He got to his feet, his face as red as a sunset, and stared at the grass to avoid looking the princes way until Rhodorix sent him and his mount back to their respective herds. A second man and a third tried and failed. The entire guard unit turned hang-dog, standing heads down with humiliation.

Ye gods, that looks difficult! Ranadar said. Here, let me try.

Andariel protested in a flood of words that Rhodorix couldnt follow, not even with the crystal, but the prince laughed and insisted. Rhodorix brought Ren down from Aurs saddle.

This is the best trained horse in the lot, honoured one, Rhodorix said. Hell stand still for you.

On his first try the prince very nearly managed the leaping mount. In fact, Rhodorix suspected that if hed wanted to, Ranadar could have got himself onto the saddle, albeit in an ugly flurry of arms and legs and clutching hands. Instead, the prince made a great show of sliding off and falling into the grass. He laughed and picked himself up before anyone could rush forward to help him.

Very difficult, Ranadar announced. Dont feel dishonoured on my account, men.

The guardsmen cheered him. Rhodorix felt utterly stunned. Hed never seen a man of authority, not Devetianos nor Rhwmanos, voluntarily shame himself for the sake of the men who served him.

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