Read Legends of the Riftwar Online
Authors: Raymond E. Feist
âWhich,' Tom Garnett said, âwould make this a perfect time for such an attack.'
âTime?' The captain let his hands drop to his sides, and sat up, visibly irritated. âCertainly. Opportunity?' He shrugged. âI think not. If there are any out there stupid enough to venture out in the storm, the blizzard would do our work for us. If we haven't driven every one of the bastards out of LaMutâ'
âWhich we haven't, or my men killed a whole group of nonexistent Tsurani the other day,' Tom Garnett said.
The Captain nodded, conceding the point with good grace. âYes, and you did yourself proud, from what I hear, but that was less than a company in strength, wasn't it?'
Garnett nodded. âTrue enough.'
âAnd if there've been sightings of more anywhere near LaMut, I surely hope they'd have been reported to me. Far as I can tell,
the nearest Tsurani are somewhere east of the Free Cities borders, and not much east at that. Few if any left in Yabon Province, I'm glad to say.'
âYes,' Tom Garnett said with a quick nod. âI'm just as happy that it wasn't more. Wish it had been less. But they were real enough, I can tell you that.'
âWell, yes.' The Captain sipped at his coffee. âBut, apart from a few stragglers trying for their own lines, I think it's overâfor now. Later? Elsewhere? I doubt itâI've heard rumours about things heating up around Crydee, and even rumours about the Tsurani departing back to wherever they came from.' His mouth twitched. âWhich, even if it's true, I'd still want to know if and how they can come back, and where.'
âYes, there are a lots of rumours,' another captain said, nodding. He was a man of around fifty, with a bristle of moustache under his sharp nose, and a way of biting off the end of each word. He sipped at his wine as he stared at the fire, and huddled more deeply into his jacket. âI don't much care for the ones I hear regarding what's going on in Krondor.'
Tom Garnett glanced over at the nobles across the room, then looked back at the Captain, frowning. âAnd if spreading these rumours more widely is liable to serve us all well, then let's all get to it, and do it thoroughly, and not waste any more of this lovely day, Captain Karris, shall we?'
Karris bristled, but settled himself back down, and raised a spread hand in surrender and apology. âA good point, Tom, a good point indeedâand it's one I flatter myself I would have made if another had been fool enough to speak as I just did. A man can't help wondering, no, but it's another matter entirely to fail to keep your tongue in check, eh?'
Garnett nodded. âI've always thought so.' His mouth twitched. âYou can't fight the whole war yourself; I always reckoned watching out for my own little piece of it was more than enough
for me and my company, and that I'm best off leaving the bigger pieces to the men with the titles and responsibilities.'
âWell, then you do better than I,' another captain said. âI can't help thinking about a lot of things. Worrisome time; I don't know about the rest of you lads, but I haven't slept through the night in longer than I care to think about.'
âSleep through the night?' Karris laughed bitterly. âThat's an ancient myth, or so it feels. I've spent so long worrying about what's over the next hill that my mind tends to spin out of control when I'm in four walls. I feel like a horse that can't help galloping despite his lead being tied to a post; all I'm doing is going in circles.'
He grunted as he pushed himself to his feet. âAnd since I've nothing better to do right now, I think I'll make sure that my little boys and your little boys are playing nicely. I don't need the Swordmaster to break things up again just because the lot of them feel as head-tied as I do. Most of them don't have the sense the gods gave turnips, so they're unlikely to listen to gentle words of wisdom like yours. They might need sterner words, though. Like, say, “take an extra watch”?' He brightened. âCome to think of it, standing just a single extra watch on the walls, right now, would do just fine for some serious punishment, wouldn't it?'
Outside, the wind howled, as though in agreement with Karris.
Tom Garnett chuckled. âThat it would.'
He watched Karris stalk away towards the mud-room, then got up from his chair to fumble a small briar pipe out of a pocket. He patted at his trouser pockets for a moment, and was reaching for the leather bag that lay on the floor next to him when another captain tossed him a small pouch.
âI thank you, Willem,' he said. He filled the pipe with tabac, lit it with a long taper, and puffed furiously on it until he was satisfied with the smoke. âMight as well enjoy what you can, while you can, eh?' He gestured toward the mud-room with the pipe's
stem. âThat's what I missed out there, the most. I got the feeling that the Tsurani could smell the smoke for miles and miles, and I never did see any need to let them know where we were when I didn't have to.' He puffed away strongly. âMissed my pipe, I did.'
Another of the captains chuckled. âI missedâ¦softer things than a good pipe,' he said. âAnd I suspect I will, again, come spring. I'm just glad to be out of the stormâand off the line for the moment.'
At that, a sudden gust of wind came down the chimney, sending a rush of sparks and ashes flying from the hearth. The Captain slapped at where one bit of burning ash was threatening to set his trousers on fire.
âThough spring seems far away. You think that we'll be moved west, to Crydee? Or north? Or kept here, lest the Tsurani move towards Krondor?'
Tom Garnett puffed at his pipe. âProbably all of that, and more. That's what our betters are working out in Yabon right now. But for here and now, as I was saying, if there are any Tsurani stragglers out there, they're too busy freezing to worry about attacking anything. I expect we'll find a few corpses scattered about come spring.'
The other captain nodded. âFather Winter, as I'm told that they say on the steppes of Thunderhell, can be a powerful allyâand we can use all the allies we can get.' He looked over at Durine with distaste. âEven if we have to pay some of them for the privilege of their alliance.' He had been silent until Karris had left, and had watched him walk away with barely-concealed hostility.
Tom Garnett looked up at Durine, who just stared blankly back. âDurine,' he said, âhave you had the pleasure of meeting Captain Ben Kelly of Barony Folson?'
âNo.' Durine shook his head. âNo, I haven't.'
Kelly nodded coldly. âNo, we haven't been introduced, and I've
not sought out an introduction, either. I've little use for freebooters, myself, by and large, but I suppose we must make allowances in these times.'
Durine didn't say anything, and Kelly apparently took that as a sign of weakness, rather than restraint. âNothing to say, eh? You've a fair collection of scarsâbut your tongue seems to work, andâ'
âPlease, Captain,' Tom Garnett said. âIf you've got some grievance against the man, bring it up with me, not with himâhe's in my company, and he's my responsibility.'
âExcuse me, Captain,' Durine shook his head. âNo, sirâmeaning no disrespect. At the moment, I'm not under your ordersâ¦Captain.'
Kethol would probably have gone along just for the sake of getting along, and Pirojil would have found some way of changing the subject or of giving the Captain the same message in some indirect way, but that wasn't Durine's nature.
âRight now, I'm not in any company,' he said. âThe three of us have been given a task, on orders of the Earl, and we're not under the command of anybody save the Swordmaster,' he said slowly and carefully. He drew himself up parade-ground straight, and stared straight ahead, not meeting Tom Garnett's eyes. âMeaning no disrespect to your rank or to your person, Captain.'
Kelly didn't like that. âWhich is why you feel so free to join a gathering of officers, eh? And what's all this about a special task? I've been hearing rumoursâ'
âI thought we'd agreed not to involve ourselves in rumour-mongering,' Tom Garnett said quietly.
âWell, it's one thing not to talk about matters at court and nobody here knows the truth. But it's another matter when we've got a man right hereâand a freebooter, at thatâwho claims some sort of special status. What is that all about?'
Durine didn't answer, and after a moment Tom Garnett leaned
forward. âThere was some concern about the safety of Baron Morray, and the Earl thought it best that he should have his own bodyguard, for the time being. It's not as though he's the only baron to be brought into council with extra security, and I don't thinkâ'
âConcern?' Kelly's brow furrowed. âYou think that Tsurani attack in Mondegreen was aimed at Baron Morray personally?'
âNo, not really.' Tom Garnett shook his head. âIt wouldn't make much sense. I can't see how any Tsurani would know that Baron Morray would be with that patrol.' He got a distant look for a moment. âWe don't know how they think, or if they understand what a calamitous turn it would be for us if we lost the Military Bursar for the army. Or how they'd know, if they did.' Realizing he was digressing, he said, âBut even if they did understand, for one thing, his going along on this was a last-moment decision by the Earl, just before he left for Yabon. And for another, it didn't look that way to me. My guess is that if Morray was the target, they'd have killed him first, rather than spring the ambush as early as they did. I trusted Durine and his two friends to see to the Baron while I chased off the Tsurani. As they did, as they certainly did,' he said. He looked up at Durine. âDid it seem to you that they were specifically hunting the Baron?'
Durine shook his head slowly. âNo, although the bastards did make for him firstâbut I reckoned that was just because they assumed that he was an officer, rather than anythingâ¦personal. To be honest, Captain, I didn't spend a lot of time thinking about it, not then.'
Or later, for that matterâit had seemed to him to be an ordinary, even clumsy, sort of ambush. But trying to work out the purpose of an attack during a war always seemed to Durine to be like trying to work out which part of the body was getting wet when you plunged into a river.
Besides, how could the Tsurani have come by the information? Who would they ask?
The Tsurani captain, or Force Leader, or whatever the bastards called himâDurine just thought of him as the Tsurani captainâhad been killed during the battle. Durine was sure that the captured Tsurani had been thoroughly questioned, and even more sure that they hadn't been told anything. From what they had learned about the Tsurani since the invasion began, the common soldiers didn't ask questions and their officers didn't volunteer information. Besides, you could slowly feed most of them into a fire feet first and they'd just keep staring at you with hatred in their eyes until they died, without saying a word. Say what you would about the Tsurani, but they were tough bastards, Durine grudgingly was forced to admit. And those slaves of theirs had even less useful things to say, regardless of how docile or co-operative they were.
Being told nothing beyond the immediate job at hand was a familiar feeling for Durine, until fairly lately, come to think of it. Not that he minded, not really; Durine liked to keep things simple. He wasn't a strategist, and logistics and such just made his head spin. He preferred to leave such things to others, and do the one thing that he was good at: killing people.
âBut no,' he said at last, shaking his head, âit didn't seem that way.'
Kelly wasn't satisfied. âThen why all these rumours? And why the extra guards for Baron Morray?'
Tom Garnett dismissed it with a wave of his hand. âI'm sure it's nothing to be concerned about, not really. But with the Earl gone to Yabon, and the Hereditary Bursar ill, I can think of a few thousand small, golden reasons why it's best to take extra precautions with the health of the Military Bursar, eh?' He gestured toward the mud-room. âLaMut is already filled with baronial soldiers who don't, at the moment, have the Tsurani around to
remind them that we're all on the same side, and forget about rivalries between their liege lords. And when you add the mercenaries, just about the worst thing I can think could happen would be the inability of the Earl of LaMut to actually pay his debts, even temporarily.' He shook his head. âDamn lousy day when you'd want an attack by the Bugs and Tsurani to distract the men of Morray and Verheyen from the fact that one group of them are likely to be soldiers of the Earl within a few years, living the high life in LaMut, while others are going to go back to their baronies, sooner rather than later.'
âThe Earl?' The words were out of Durine's mouth before he had a chance to stop them.
Tom Garnett nodded. âI don't think it's any secret that Earl Vandros is likely to marry Felina and end up as the Duke, do you? Any of you?' He grinned as he looked from face to face, from nod to nod. âAnd no matter how energetic their wedding night might be, I doubt that they'd be able to produce an heir quickly enough.' He shook his head. âIf you ask me, the next Earl of LaMut is likely in this castle right nowâprobably in conversation just across the roomâand I'd not care to wager who it might be, although if I had to guess, I'd guess either Morray or Verheyen.'
Kelly shook his head. âI would have guessed that Mondegreen was the obvious choice myself, particularly as he's childlessâhe could hold the office until Vandros has sonsâalthough he wouldn't be my favourite candidate.'
Most of the other captains frowned at that, but Tom Garnett just smiled. âYou'd prefer, say, Baron Erik Folson as the Earl, I take it?'
Kelly spread his hands. âWell, of course I would, given my own position, but I can honestly swear that there would be far worse choices.' He stared at the fire and sipped at his coffee. âBut, alas, I think it unlikely, given that the Baron has two adult sonsâand
both battle-proven, I'm proud to say, having trained them myself. Either of them would do as Baron, or, eventually, as Earl.'