Antiagon Fire

48

On Meredi morning Quaeryt readied himself to take first company, as well as Alazyn’s Nineteenth Regiment, back out to Laetor. Once on the road below the leveled hold, he and the undercaptains would begin clearing, smoothing, and improving the narrow track that led to the next nearest hold, because he wanted to clear the road as much as possible before Jeudi, especially since there was no way to meet with High Holder Duravyt on Jeudi without covering much of the distance from Geusyn the day before.

Vaelora had started to dress when Quaeryt shook his head. “You’ll be coming with Skarpa and his two regiments later today. We talked about that last night, remember? You said you were tired.”

“That was last night.”

Quaeryt still thought she looked tired, but saying that would only stiffen her resolve. So he waited as she continued.

“You talked about leaving early. I don’t remember you saying anything about my being escorted by Skarpa.”

“I thought that was clear.”

“Clear? How?”

“Because we’re a working party, merely improving the roads for you. You’re Lord Bhayar’s sister and the most important envoy. Having you with me sooner than necessary for a member of the ruling family would undermine your status in the eyes of the High Holders … and of the Autarch.”

“Merely improving the roads?” replied Vaelora with a light sardonic tone. “And what, exactly, does the Autarch have to do with it?”

“You’ll need every evidence of stature when we have to treat with him.”

“If we have to treat with him, and that’s unlikely, dearest.”

“You think so?”

“I do … one way or the other.”

“I would strongly prefer that you rest this morning and come with Skarpa,” Quaeryt said gently.

“Since you are expressing a preference … and not commanding, dearest…” Vaelora paused meaningfully before concluding, “I will rest this morning.”

“Thank you.” Quaeryt tried not to sigh in relief.

“You’re sweet when you’re concerned,” she added, “especially when you stop trying to order me around.” She smiled, an expression both pleased, yet appreciative. “Not that you do all that often. But still…”

Bhayar said that she could be difficult. He’d also mentioned something about Quaeryt being difficult and the two of them deserving each other.

“I’m glad you’re taking a full regiment.”

He looked at her quizzically.

“If the undercaptains have to clear that much road, they’ll be tired by the end of the day. So will you. You might think about sending a company ahead of the clearing … if you haven’t already.”

“Farsight … or prudence?” he asked.

“Prudence. You know that the only farsight flash I’ve had since we left Variana doesn’t make much sense.”

“Do you want to tell me?”

“You know how I feel about that.” She shook her head. “Besides, I don’t think it reflects something about to happen soon.”

“Like when you saw yourself entering the Telaryn Palace years before it happened?”

“You like the thought that we were destined to be together.” Vaelora smiled. “You know, the idea of destiny is a bit of a conflict for a man who doesn’t believe in the Nameless. How can there be destiny without some force creating it?”

“Maybe there is a force, just not the Nameless or the Namer.”

“Then … it’s still a Nameless force.”

Quaeryt couldn’t argue that. “I need to be moving.”

She raised an eyebrow.

He flushed, then shook his head. “I’ll see you this afternoon. Skarpa is planning to ride out just before noon.”

“I’ll be ready.”

Quaeryt stepped forward and put his arms around Vaelora, conscious as he only had been recently of the physical reminder that they would be parents. He embraced her gently, kissed her, and stepped back, taking a long look at her before turning and leaving the chamber.

Less than a glass later, wearing his winter jacket, if full open, he was riding near the front of the column headed eastward once more, with Alazyn on one side of him and Zhelan on the other. With the comparative smoothness of the imager-improved road, the ride to the gateposts that marked Laetor was far easier than it would have been otherwise, and it was only slightly after eighth glass when they reined up. Quaeryt glanced toward the gray stone column. It did look ominous against the high gray clouds that he hoped did not foreshadow a cold winter rain.

“Commander…?” asked Alazyn, his voice low but firm.

“Yes?”

“Begging your pardon, sir. I know you’ve explained that we need to clear and widen these roads, but…”

“Why now when, if we have to destroy more holds, there won’t be any holdings left?”

Alazyn nodded.

“Because there aren’t enough imagers to be everywhere. Once we leave, regular troopers can use the roads as necessary with less fear of ambush. Also, it will allow the locals to travel and trade more. The more they do that, the sooner Bovaria and Telaryn will be truly united.” You hope. “That will, I trust, limit the years and years of skirmishes and rebellion that occurred in both Khel and Tilbora.”

“Do you think…?”

“That it will be that easy?” Quaeryt snorted. “Hardly. But anything we can do now that makes things easier for those who are helpful in uniting Lydar and harder on those who aren’t will cost us fewer lives in the future. Especially if we can do it without many casualties.”

“I can see that,” said Alazyn.

“Before we begin with the imagers, I’d like a company sent out to hold a position a half mille or so ahead of us. The imagers will be concentrating on the road, and I don’t want them surprised. The troopers aren’t to stand and fight anyone who attacks. If that happens, they’re to withdraw and let the imager undercaptains move forward to deal with the attackers … or at least widen the fighting area so that the attackers can’t dart back in and out of the trees and entice our troopers into that sort of skirmish.”

As the black-haired subcommander rode back to instruct the regiment, Quaeryt studied the road ahead. There were more southern pines in the woods flanking the narrow road than there had been nearer the river, but the vast majority of the trees looked to be hardwoods that had lost their leaves, and that might make surprise attacks easier to spot. You hope.

As Quaeryt had expected, the imagers were largely rested, and by half past the first glass of the afternoon, they had cleared and smoothed the road a good three milles past the village that had served High Holder Chaelaet. Thin plumes of smoke rose perhaps two or three milles farther west, possibly from a village where they could spend the night, before resuming their efforts on Jeudi. That would require less effort on Jeudi, allowing the imagers more rest before possibly having to deal with High Holder Duravyt on Vendrei.

Then, just as Quaeryt was congratulating himself, a pair of riders galloped toward the imager undercaptains and first company.

“Hold on the imaging!” Quaeryt ordered Lhandor and Horan, who had been about to clear the next section of woods flanking the road and then to smooth and strengthen the roadbed.

“Sir! Raiders in the woods. Captain Brehalt is falling back as ordered.”

Quaeryt, wincing inside, turned. “Undercaptains Voltyr and Threkhyl! Forward!” He turned to Alazyn, who had ridden up to join him when he’d seen the riders. “Which battalion?”

“Second. They’re standing by.”

“Undercaptains, you’re to accompany second battalion, Major Vhessyn commanding.”

“Yes, sir!”

“Second battalion! Forward!”

Even before Brehalt’s company was within three hundred yards, second battalion met and swept around them on the narrow road.

Quaeryt and Alazyn waited for the captain to report.

When he reined up, Quaeryt nodded to the subcommander.

“What happened?” asked Alazyn.

“Arrows from the woods. We never saw more than a handful of them, but they must have loosed five score arrows,” replied Brehalt. “Most missed. We’ve got three wounded. Don’t look to be serious. Even without your orders, going into the woods would have cost us more men, and likely wouldn’t have got many of them.”

“Good thinking,” said Alazyn.

Quaeryt nodded, but he wondered how many more attacks there might be as he looked down the narrow and winding road to the east.

Waiting won’t get any imaging done. He cleared his throat. “Undercaptains Lhandor, Horan, stand by to resume imaging.”

Less than half a glass later, with another quint of a mille clear and smoothed, and the regiment moved forward, second battalion returned.

Voltyr and the major reined up before Quaeryt and Alazyn.

“Sir,” reported Voltyr, “by the time we reached where the ambush took place, the attackers were gone.” He nodded to Vhessyn.

“We followed some tracks, but there were only a score,” added the major. “They rode southeast along a path narrower than this road.”

Southeast? The attackers might have come from Duravyt’s hold … or from one farther south and east. Quaeryt couldn’t immediately remember whose high holding that might be.

Although only three men had been wounded in the initial attack, none seriously, Quaeryt decided to change tactics. He turned in the saddle toward Alazyn. “You’ve had experience in dealing with these kinds of attacks, I suspect. What would you recommend?”

“I’d place the scouts a few hundred yards out, in plain view, set your imagers in the middle of the road just at the edge of the widened sections, with a company flanking them on each side.”

That was similar to what Quaeryt had done on the way to Laetor, but he merely nodded. “Thank you. That’s the way we’ll do it from now on. If you’d assign your troopers…”

“Yes, sir.”

“Undercaptains … stand by while the regiment re-forms.”

In little more than a quint, the road imaging had resumed.

Even by the two quints past the fourth glass of the afternoon, when a trooper messenger reached Quaeryt with word that Skarpa and his regiments-and Vaelora-would reach them in less than a glass, Quaeryt and Alazyn had seen no sign of more attackers, and the village that he had glimpsed earlier in the day was in sight, less than half a mille away.