Part 37 (1/2)

”General,” Turbery said to bis superior, ”what the seer is telling us isn't altogether fresh information.”

”Dammit, it isn't,” the old man said. ”But he doesn't have to sound so d.a.m.ned gleeful about it!” They were talking as if neither of us were in the chamber.

”As he said, these are harsh days,” Turbery said. ”I'm of a mind to do as he suggests. After all, the Rule of Ten have seldom expressed much interest when we move our soldiers about, so long as they themselves are well-guarded.”

Protogenes nodded, like a great, wise bear.

”Yes,” he said. ”I despise judgments of the ; of the moment, fear- *ing them to be based on the heart's summons. But I sense the seer is telling something very close to the truth, General Turbery. We shall follow bis suggestions.”

Tenedos only smiled a bit, but knowing him as I did, I could feel the pure joy radiate.

”Still further,” Protogenes went on. ”I am of a mind that this seer, whether he's using magic or just common sense, is giving us far better insights than our other advisers and staff. ”Seer, I would like you to give up your teaching duties, at least until the present situation clarifies itself, and work directly under myself and General Turbery. I don't know what the position might be called, but I'll give you full powers, in writing, to do whatever you think is necessary, and I meananything. Just one favor: Before you start moving my whole d.a.m.ned army about, at least do me the favor of telling us.” He chuckled, but there wasn't much humor in the laugh. ”I'm not sure what else to order, but as the days pa.s.s I'm certain there'll be changes made. Will you serve us, sir?” Tenedos rose.

”There could be no greater pleasure or honor, sir, than to serve you... and all Numantia.”

”Very well. Is there anything you need?” ”Yes,” Tenedos said. ”I'd like to have Captain a” Cimabue detached from his regiment and a.s.signed to me.” ”Done. Captain, will you need anything?” ”No, sir.”

Then I thought. ”Or, rather, yes, sir. Not for me, but for the seer.”

Tenedos frowned, but I continued. ”Sir, I've served under the seer for more than two years, and I think he's a great man. I shouldn't be saying this in front of him, I suppose, for it sounds like I'm sucking up.

But it's the truth. He has one monstrous flaw, though. He won't see when he's in jeopardy, and I know, right now, he is in the greatest danger of his life, as great a one as Numantia herself.”

I don't know where these words were coming from-I was not generally gifted with the ability to make speeches. But now they flowed easily.

”I think that's a reasonable a.s.sumption,” Turbery said. ”So what would you have us do?”

”Order him to find safe living quarters, sir. Right now it'd take no more than one or two Tovieti, creeping in at night, and...” I stopped.

”The captain exaggerates,” Tenedos said. ”I'm sure my magic would warn me.” I felt like responding that at least twice before he hadn't been able to foresee an action of Thak's, but kept my mouth closed.

”Your suggestion is excellent,” Turbery said. ”As it happens, we have just the place, not half a mile from this palace. It was used to house hostages who were in fact prisoners, and is hence easy to guard and hold. Seer Tenedos, I order you to move into these quarters.”

”Very well, sir.”

Protogenes was studying me closely.

”Seer Tenedos,” he said, ”is this man to be trusted?'

”Absolutely, sir.”

”It strikes me,” the old man said, ”remembering my own days as a junior officer, how h.e.l.lish hard it was to get anything done if it didn't coincide with the interests of my superiors.

”The easiest solution would be to promote you, Captain a Cimabue. Just as it'd be easier for you, Seer, if you held the rank of, say, general. But I'm not prepared to do that, at least not yet. General Turbery, when you have Seer Tenedos's orders drawn up, also include the captain's name in that.

”You, sir, are now empowered to do anything you think necessary to not only save Numantia, but to keep the seer alive.”

”Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” I saluted.

”That's all,” General Protogenes said. ”We shall be in almost daily contact, I'm sure. Now, we have set ourselves a task. It is time to go to work.”

”Thank you, sir,” I said as Tenedos and I rode away from the palace.

”I'm not sure I was right in asking for you to attend this*meeting, which I did not only because I wished you to share the honor, but because I shall need your clearheadedness in the days to come.”

”Why not?”

”Now it would appear I have acquired a nursemaid. Hmmph.”

I laughed, then asked, ”Sir. Your opinion. Will this save the day?”

Tenedos considered for a long time before he answered.

”I don't know. Certainly the generals said all the right words and supposedly gave me complete powers. But they are as much a part of the system as the Rule of Ten. They rose to their present positions under it, so I wonder if they're able to question things as deeply as they should.”

”I noted you said nothing about it being time for the Rule of Ten to be replaced.”

”Of course not.” Tenedos snorted. ”I'm mad... but I'm hardly a fool.”

Three hours later a messenger from the Palace of War came to report that the ”orders in question” had been dispatched, and that theTauler and six of the other fast packets had been requisitioned by the army for ”special purposes.”

Now all we had to do was hang on until some real soldiers arrived, and we could move to the next step: going into the warrens of Nicias and winkling out the Tovieti.

Domina Lehar liked it little when I told him of my new a.s.signment. He said he'd been counting on me to help rebuild the regiment, and I almost felt sorry for him. But what the h.e.l.ls did he think his badges of rank were given him for-to impress the other rice planters at a formal ball? I'm sure he was even less happy when I informed him I'd be stealing certain of his warrants. The Golden Helms may have been a useless formation in my eyes, but there were certain men I'd noted as being worthwhile.

The first, after Troop Guide Karjan, was Legate Petre, of course. He grumbled that he'd not joined the army to be a warden, but when I told him how important it was, and would he rather be teaching his men just why the inside of their buckles should be polished when they went on parade, he gave in.

Quite joyously I put away the Helms' dress uniform for a simpler fighting dress of a helmet with plain reached crest, nosepiece, and cheek plates; mail waistcoat over a flaring silk blouse; tight pants; boots with sideplates; and a cloak. Instead of a s.h.i.+eld I laced a steel guard to my left forearm. I ignored the normal cavalry lance and saber, and carried a plain straight sword of the style I preferred, a dagger shorter than the one I'd dueled Malebranche with, and, unstrung and kept in a saddle-carrier with war-arrows, a short compound bow.

My first task was to make sure Seer Tenedos's new quarters were completely secure. The building was just as Turbery had said, a four-story circular tower with a moat on the outside and a small keep on the inside. It had sat disused for years, so the first order of business was getting it cleaned. As one of my last duties with the Helms, I'd set my own troop to the task. The ”Silver Centaurs” howled complaints about being no better than housemaids when I turned them out with brooms, mops, and orders to clean the building until it shone like their helmets. I refrained from agreeing that was about the limit of their abilities.

I wished I'd not been so cavalier as to loan Legate Yonge to Maran's friend. I could have used him and his friends, but my word had been given. When I thought of Amiel, Maran's face and body crashed into my mind, and I was swept away for an instant, thinking of her. But then I came back, and hoped she was lying tanned, lithe, and lazy on the deck of her husband's yacht. I also, idiotically, hoped she was celibate, and that her husband had acquired an acute shrinking disease in his private parts.

I fought my mind back to duty and the job of protecting Tenedos. I wished the Lancers would hurry and arrive-I planned to loot them thoroughly for Tenedos's bodyguard.

The best I could manage at present was to select men from the units around the capital, not accepting volunteers for obvious reasons, and then a.s.sign them to their details randomly. Even if there were Tovieti among them, and I a.s.sumed there were, they would have little time to plan an attack and, since I teamed up the soldiers arbitrarily, the chances of everyone on a detail being conspirators was unlikely. Each day I reshuffled the details as well, and once a week returned the men to their units to be replaced with fresh soldiery.

As senior warrants I used Karjan and the other warrants I'd stolen from the Helms. Karjan, even though he gave me a dark look from time to time, proved an excellent leader, and I found myself depending more and more on him.

But all this was no more than putting a plaster on a scratch while the patient was bleeding to death from a hundred wounds. I wondered what would come next, how this unrest in Nicias would be permanently ended.

Kutulu was also rea.s.signed to Tenedos, and with him came his stacks and boxes of cards. He also brought some a.s.sistants.

I don't know what duties Tenedos put them to, but when I asked the warden if I could borrow a few of his men to instruct my guards in the fine art of security, he snapped that I could not-he was casting for far greater fish.

I saw little of Tenedos during this time. He was closely guarded in his travels by specially picked guards who worked directly for the Palace of War. I didn't trust them entirely, but could do little until my own escorts were chosen and ready.