Part 34 (1/2)

A riverman came past, running toward the bow, and Taizu swallowed it down fast. They were coming in at Anogi proper, which loomed up in tiers above the riverside, the two halves of the city somewhat skewed from each other across the Hisei-but that was the way the current brought the ferry ash.o.r.e, and that was the way the two halves had grown.

”Poor boy,” Shoka said. ”Don't try to talk. You'll open that up again.”

Taizu glared at him.

”Trust me,” Shoka said, and rested a hand on her shoulder. ”We're doing just fine. Aren't we?”

”Not if you go talking to soldiers!”

”But Iwas one,” Shoka said. ”Don't worry about that part. Where are the d.a.m.n levies from Choedri, that's what I'd give a lot to know. Maybe off at Anogi garrison. Maybe in Lungan or beyond it. It's not something I can ask without telling too much. But I used to have resources in Lungan. We'll see if anyone's left.”

”And if they're scared enough of Ghita-”

”There's that risk. There's always that risk. People change. Loyalties do. Don't think I haven't thought about that.”

”Who are you going to talk to?” she hissed; and choked off whatever came next: the riverman was coming back past, headed astern in the general commotion of putting in at the landing.

”Old acquaintances,” Shoka said under his breath, and looked out over the bow of the ferry aimed toward Anogi north.

He thought of the old man and Lungan in about the same breath. He wondered was Jojin still alive-whether an aged grammarian had been too political to survive; or whether Jojin's priestly connections had saved his neck.

Two days on the road and he had gotten nothing from the ferry-guard, back there on the Tengu sh.o.r.e, of anything he did not know or could not have guessed. The general situation was all too old to gossip about, the present details too intricate to navigate in blind questions with a man who could raise a general alarm-that was what he had sensed when he had abandoned his attempt to get news and skirted around the edges of matters.

So he had gotten back to the matter of the fish, very quickly, and tried to answer nothing and gather what he could by implication.

About Saukendar: yes, the mercenaries north of the river knew he was abroad.

About trouble, even a collapse of the south into chaos: that certainly worried them but they had no trouble believing it.

About a mercenary unit coming northward bereft of its captain: everything he had claimed to have done,escaping a night attack, coming north to report, had seemed reasonable to them. Thank the G.o.ds.

Two days of their seven were gone. And he was not as far along toward Lungan as he would have wished.

Nothing was as far along as he would have wished. He had wanted one of the birds to take along. If there had been a reason he could have thought, to justify a band of common soldiers having a pigeon-cage strapped to some horse's rump, he would have done it. But there was too much that could go wrong, a bird like that escaping or being let fly with a false message-was too dangerous. Hence the simple pact with Reidi, and a schedule that had to be kept.

Don't go charging blind into Lungan, he had said. Be ready to improvise. Don't follow instructions over the edge of a cliff.

He trusted that the man who had set up so much of this over the years had the wit to improvise in a crisis: he trusted the old man desperately, he hoped that Reidi's physical strength would suffice under the strain, he hoped that Reidi would have the moral force to prevail over fools like Kegi and Maijun. It was a great deal to hope of an old and hitherto sedentary gentleman, and for a dizzy, foolish moment of his own he had even wondered if Taizu would be capable of that kind of judgement in command-he was that short of talent, and she had it, he thought, she had the imagination and the sense that could make a correct decision in any situation except battlefield tactics,if she had had the simple years of living to let her understand cowardice and greed and glory-grabbing on her own side.

She was learning. He had seen the flicker of her eyes, he had seen her listening in councils, clench-jawed and silent, he had seen the little tensions that came and went when in their own small company, someone suggested something he himself had to refuse-sheunderstood.

d.a.m.n fine, girl. d.a.m.ned fine all the way we've come together.

I should let her go now.

Then he knew that he was thinking about dying.

Plan your retreat, master Shoka. . . .

He felt the pain in his leg, old ache, never quite absent in this long riding. He remembered cutting wood, and the frown on Taizu's face. He remembered that frown when the ferry b.u.mped against the sh.o.r.e and the officer of the guard on that side of the river came up asking for names and business.

A quickening of the pulse then; and he put his mind into the essence of one Sengi, mercenary, late of Aghi's company, who carried an ivory courier chit and who had made fast time ahead of trouble. ”They said report in,” he said to the guard captain; and then, taking a deliberate chance: ”They said higher-ups better talk with us, if we know anything they'll want to know. Where do we go?”

”Everything's at Lungan,” the guard captain said. ”Everything's out of there.”

”Same placethey're headed,” Shoka muttered, slipping the chit back into his belt-pouch. ”Fast. They're coming right north, they've picked up forces out of the west. Some of that lot. Probably been in it from the start, and there's too d.a.m.n many of them, hitting all over. The rumors are wild down there-there's supposed to be a dragon down in Taiyi. A demon with Saukendar's army. I tell you it's crazy.” ”Anyone see it?” The captain looked Fittha. His armor was hung with amulets and his wrists had braided horsehair charms against spells. ”What kind of demon?”

”h.e.l.l if I know. If it was there I didn't see it, but I don't want to either. They have to get the priests busy, that's what. They'd better do something, d.a.m.n, they better get those prayer-sticks lit, I ain't going to go have a look for it, not me, no.”

The captain scratched and rubbed at one of his charms. ”So what are the companies south doing?”

Shoka shrugged. ”I dunno. I don't know who's moving out there, I didn't see anything. What hit us was in the dark and fast, and we got out alive, that's all. Except we know Hois.h.i.+'s gone. We got reports up from there; Hois.h.i.+'s one of the ringleaders, and we saw banners from out west. So what I know, I don't know who knows, but I figure somebody should, fast, before it gets across the Hisei. So I'd better get on the road and move.”

”That one won't make it there,” the guard captain said, with a nod toward Taizu, who had her horse ash.o.r.e and who mounted up with every indication of exhaustion, the horse shying off and circling-My G.o.ds, from behind!-until Taizu hopped around in a drunken stagger and clawed her way up with the horse between her feminine backside and the captain's stare. ”Better leave that one to hospital.”

”My cousin,” Shoka said. ”I told him. He won't. Afraid of us getting separated. And I promised his father I'd get him home.” Shoka climbed up to the saddle and reined back. ”Lungan. We'll make it. Wish I was staying. Here's a h.e.l.l of a lot safer....”

The horse wanted to move. He gave it a touch of his heels and the rest followed, clattering up the stone landing and onto the streets of Anogi.

Everything concentrated at Lungan.

Ghita too?

Where in h.e.l.l is the Emperor right now?

Or that d.a.m.n pigeon.

Taizu pulled, up beside him. She said nothing. His heart had nearly stopped when she had to climb up on the horse again with the captain watching. ”That coat's not long enough,” Shoka said. ”Be aware when a man's behind you.”

”I saw it,” she said between her teeth. ”You think he saw?”

”You covered up. I hope.” Anogi streets unwound around them, riverside market, a road that lay toward town-edge, and they picked up the pace a little, bunching together, stringing out to pa.s.s a cart, together again as they headed up the river front, past docked barges and small vendor boats.

All the while he kept thinking it was not going to work, that the guards were going to start thinking about Taizu's mannerisms or recall something in his accent and start wondering. He kept expecting pursuit, as nervous as the men with them, and not daring to look over his shoulder more than a man might, who was trying to keep a small band together on a city street.

But there was the city gate ahead-a mere landmark, Anogi long ago having sprawled beyond its oldlimits, so that the wall was built up in houses and shops and the gate had become nothing but an arch to shelter beggars.

An unG.o.dly number of beggars, the halt and the maimed, some of whom, doubtless, had been soldiers.

Or farmers.

He felt anger at that thought. He saw the numbers-he saw the wounds, the kind of wounds that swords made, he saw the hate directed at them in that ride through shadow- -for foreigners, for hired soldiers, for ten years of oppressors.

He thought of Taizu, glaring up at him as he stood on his porch.

Justice, master Saukendar.

And he thought, hurting this time,Young fool, I can't help you. ...