Captain's Fury (Page 143)
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Tavi found her warm hand with his, and squeezed tight. She returned it, gripping hard.
"Which leaves us with a question for which we have no answer," Tavi said.
Araris nodded. "If not the Canim," he murmured, "then who did it?"
Chapter 59
Valiar Marcus stood upon the southern battlements with his men, watching as the Princeps rode forth from the ruins. A second horse, trailing on a rope, carried Senator Arnos’s corpse draped upon its back. The sun was rising, the lands around them steadily growing brighter.
The balest had gone the same way as the jars of poison. It had been tricky for a few moments, when the Marat had come looking for the hidden archer, but his woodcrafted veil had served him well, and he eluded them.
The whole thing had gone to the crows, as such plans often did. Marcus had been forced to change position when the Senator bolted. He’d been sure the man would run to Lady Aquitaine, given a chance, but he’d fled even before the duel was over, and Marcus had been forced to shadow him.
Fortunately, it had hardly been difficult to remain unobserved in the frenzy around the duel, and he’d been able to use the reactions of the hunting Marat as a guide to the Senator. The doubled opportunity he’d finally found had been a stroke of fortune he had acted upon instinctively and instantly. Such moments could not be predicted and never lasted. The tiniest hesitation, and they were gone.
He had heard that "Davia," career Legion domestic, had died in the healing tub, as the poison on the bolt set her heart to racing, spreading the deadly taint of the garic oil through the whole of her body, until her life had simply failed.
That was a pity, Marcus thought. The woman was undeniably capable. She could have been a tremendous asset to the Realm, handled properly, and the loss of such potential to the Crown was regrettable. On the other hand, she was stubborn. He doubted she would have cooperated quickly or easily. He was certain he would not have survived the fallout, regardless of what she chose to do. Still. The skills of the powerful bloodlines of Alera were vital to the long-term survival of the Realm, and-
He felt himself smile a little. For a moment there, he’d been thinking like a Cursor.
"What do you think, First Spear?" asked Tribune Kellus. The annoying young officer had survived the battle and had naturally wandered away from his command again to come chew the fat with Marcus.
"Sir?" Marcus asked politely.
Kellus nodded at the Canim army outside, surrounding the ruins. "Think the captain can get us out of this?"
"Difficult to say, sir," Marcus replied.
"I hope so," Kellus muttered.
Marcus drew in a breath and silently counted to three. "Yes, sir."
The Princeps stopped as a group of Canim, with what must have been two or three former Aleran slaves, came out of the enemy ranks to meet him. They faced off about ten feet from one another, then two of the slaves, an armored legionare and a black-haired woman in a grey dress, came forward to examine the body. The woman looked at his face and nodded, and then the enemy contingent withdrew-except for a single Cane, an enormous, scarred, black-furred brute, who remained facing the Princeps.
The Princeps dismounted, and walked up to face the Cane-who towered over him by a good three feet.
The Cane drew a heavy sword from his belt.
The Princeps mirrored him.
The Cane reversed his grip on the weapon. The Princeps did the same. Then, moving slowly, almost ritually, they exchanged weapons, and stepped away from one another. The Cane slipped the Legion gladius through his belt as a man might a dagger. The Princeps had to slide the massive Canim weapon through a loop attached to his horse’s saddle.
The Princeps mounted, and the two faced one another for a moment, probably talking. Then the Princeps tilted his head slightly to one side. The Cane casually lifted one fist to its chest in an Aleran salute, and tilted his head more deeply to one side. Then he turned and strode away.
Horns blared, and within a minute the Canim army was on the move.
And they followed the enormous Cane back to Mastings, away from the ruins on the hilltop.
Legionares stared; and then, as the Princeps rode back to the walls, still bearing Arnos’s body, the entire hilltop erupted into cheering, the blowing of horns, the beating of drums.
"He did it," Kellus shouted, pounding on Marcus’s back. "Bloody crows and great furies, he did it!"
Marcus endured the buffeting without complaining or knocking a few teeth from the young officer’s mouth-but just barely. "Yes, sir," he agreed. "He seems to have formed a habit."
The jubilation continued as the Princeps rode back up the hill, and Marcus excused himself, leaving his senior centurion in charge of the cohort. He didn’t have much time. The Princeps would call for a council immediately.
Marcus made his way to the healers’ tents and found most of them asleep, simply stretched out on the ground, too exhausted to walk back to their bedrolls. He looked around until he found Foss and shook the Tribune’s shoulder.
"I should kill you," Foss said blearily. He opened his eyes, blinked them a few times, and said, "Oh. Marcus."
"I’d like to see her," Marcus said quietly.
"Her?" Foss mumbled. Then he winced, and said, "Oh, right. I… I’m sorry, Marcus. We did everything we could for her, but…"
"It happens," he replied wearily. "I just want to… say good-bye."
"Sure," Foss said, his usual gruff tone gentle. He jerked his head at some hanging curtains at the rear of the tent. "Back there."
Marcus made his way back to the curtains and parted them. Six bodies lay behind them, covered in bloody shrouds. He began lifting shrouds, revealing dead, pale faces with grey lips. Five were fallen legionares. One was an elderly woman.
None of them was Lady Aquitaine.
Marcus’s blood ran cold.
He strode back out to Foss, cuffed the man’s shoulder to wake him up, and said, "Where?"
"Back there," Foss protested, waving at the curtains. "She was the last we worked on. She’s right back there."
"No," Marcus snarled. "She isn’t."
Foss blinked at him. Then he rose, groaning, and shambled back to look for himself.
"Huh," he said, after looking around. "I don’t understand it. She was right there." He nodded at an empty space at the end of the row of bodies. "Seven of them."
"Now there are six," Marcus said.
"Seven minus one, yeah," Foss said testily. "Look, we’ve been asleep for a while, Marcus. Sometimes family or friends come for domestics or followers who are killed rather than sending them to a mass Legion grave. You know that."
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