Part 41 (1/2)
For some reason, the thought that she'd paid two golds for five yards of velvet crossed her mind-and an armsman who risked his life got a pair of silvers. Yet a bonus of a single gold-several times during the campaign ahead, and there would be a campaign, that was clear- that bonus would bankrupt Defalk.
Cloth was always overly expensive in pretechnology societies. She frowned. Another excuse, no matter how true?
Jecks waited silently ”That sounds reasonable, but let's talk to Hanfor. He has to lead the men.” She paused. ”Any ideas on who could run this place?”
”It would not take great experience,” Jecks offered. ”Not at first. What about the sister and ward of Lady Gatrune?”
Anna tried to remember the young woman's name. Anna had met her at Lady Gatrune' s holding in Pamr, when Lord Hryding's armsmen had been escorting Anna to Falcor to offer her services to Behlem after the Lord of Neserea had conquered Defalk. ”Herene?” Tall and blonde, like Gatrune, but thinner than her older sister. Anna nodded to herself ”Herene.”
”A woman here would be good,” Jecks said. ”With a solid armsman and officer at her hand before long.”
”So that the other lords would understand it wasn't a power grab?” Anna also understood another element of Jecks' logic. A male caretaker or administrator meant takeover-such as with Jiinbob and Herstat at Synfal- while a woman meant continuity of the male heirs. She took a deep breath. You can't change everything all at once.
”They would be less threatened:”
”I can see that.” Anna wanted to threaten them all, but she only said, ”In this case, that makes sense. If something like this occurs again... we'll have to see.”
''That will be your decision, as always.” Jecks bowed slightly, his voice formal.
”Let's find Hanfor.” Anna turned from the battlement, blotting her damp forehead, and started down the steps, followed by Rickel. Two other guards swung behind her at the base of the tower. The sorceress had begun to feel that, no matter where she went, she was leading a parade.
Hanfor stood on a mounting block in the courtyard, directing officers and armsmen. When he saw the two, he stepped down, shaking his head. ”Sargol was not organized.”
Anna had suspected that from the beginning of the fight two days earlier. ”We won't keep you, Hanfor, but Lord Jecks and I have been thinking. Would an extra payment of two silvers an armsmen be an appropriate reward for their efforts?”
Hanfor's face crinkled into a smile. ”So long as you tell them now, and let them know that they will receive it when we return to Falcor. Otherwise, too many will find local spirits.”
”Should I announce it, or should you?”
”Normally, I would announce that.” The arms cornmander grinned. ”But if you would prefer...”
”I'd prefer the normal,” Anna said. ”Two silvers when they return to Falcor.”
”To be received when they are not on duty,” Hanfor added.
Jecks smiled.
”Of course,” Anna agreed. ”You set the terms.”
”You see. Lord Jecks, why so many of us prefer her reign?”
”So do many of the lords. Would that all understood.” Jecks' voice was dry, barely rising above the clop of hoofs, and the clamor of voices of the armsmen crossing the courtyard, and the wagons returning through the gates.
”They will,” Hanfor affirmed. He glanced over his shoulder.
”We'll talk later,” Anna said, ”about what we do next. After dinner?”
”I will be there.” Hanfor bowed, and then turned to where Alvar stood, waiting.
”The wagons?” asked the swarthy officer. ”Can we use two of them to gather provisions?”
Anna stepped back, letting Rickel, Jecks and her guards follow. ”I need to talk to Liende, Lord Jecks. If you would excuse me?”
”As you wish, lady.” The white-haired lord inclined his head.
”Thank you.” Anna forced a smile. ”At dinner?”
”At dinner, my lady.” Jecks offered a pleasant smile m return.
It took three inquiries to find the wing where the players were quartered, and Anna had tried two doors before she rapped a third time on the ancient oak.
”Yes?” Liende opened the door, sleepy-eyed, hair rumpled. ”Oh ... Lady Anna. Oh. . . I was so tired.”
”Don't worry about it.” The sorceress stepped into the small room, shutting the door, and leaving Rickel and the guards in the brick-walled corridor. ”I feel that way still.”
Liende glanced around the room, her eyes touching on the single chair and the pallet bed. Anna pulled out the chair and sat. The player perched on the edge of the bed.
”Your pleasure, lady.”
”I've been thinking, Liende, and I wanted to talk to you. I don't want to repeat what happened here at Suhl,” Anna said. ”Perhaps Sargol and his armsmen deserved it for their treachery earlier...”
”It was treacherous to attack you unprovoked.”
”I don't understand why.” Anna shrugged. ”I wasn't even heading toward SuhI.”
”He was fearing that you were.”
The sorceress nodded.
”And he claimed the lineage of Suhlmorra.”
”He wanted to re-create the kingdom of Suhlmorra?” asked Anna.
”So it is said.” Liende offered a tight smile.
The regent shook her head. The last thing Defalk needed was fragmentation into more small countries.
”Anyway... I hadn't wanted to use such terrible spells...”
”Even with Lord Brill...” Liende looked down.
”No. Lord Brill was too gentle.” Anna laughed, then cut off the laugh before it turned hysterical. The thought of her as a ruthless and b.l.o.o.d.y butcher was insane. It was also true. ”Too gentle.”
”Yes,” agreed Liende. ”But Defalk needs you.
Defalk needs a woman butcher? What does that say about Defalk? Or you? ”I will try to do what we need with less violence.”