Captain's Fury (Page 28)
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Kitai brought a cloth and a flask of water and cleaned the cuts and scrapes. Tavi managed to hold still through it all, though it was hardly pleasant. He had to close his eyes and exhale slowly as Kitai cleansed one cut. The Marat girl winced a little and leaned down, placing a gentle kiss nearby the hurt. Then she bound over the two wounds that still oozed a little blood, her motions practiced. They should be, Tavi thought. Great furies knew that they’d had enough practice on one another over the past two years.
Tavi had just pulled his shirt back on when Enna’s horse came walking slowly through the entrance to the dale. The horse trooper had one hand clamped resolutely over her eyes. "Captain?" she called. "Kitai told me not to look at you when you were unclothed. How am I supposed to know whether or not you are unclothed without looking?"
Tavi gave Kitai a level look. "Oh for pity’s sake."
She laughed at him. She did that quite often, Tavi thought. The smile that went with the laugh was devastating, and he found himself smiling with her, despite another day’s effort, another day’s failure.
"It’s all right, Enna," Tavi called. "You can look."
"Thank goodness," Enna said, dropping her hand, and beaming at Tavi. Then she gave him a disappointed little frown and sighed. "I miss all the best parts."
"Centurion," Tavi prompted.
She gave him a quick salute. "The man who none of us saw and who none of us are going to remember is here to see you, sir."
"He knows me," said a young man’s voice, and Ehren walked around from behind Enna’s horse, touching the animal’s flanks gently with one hand as he brushed past. He was small, quite a bit under five and a half feet tall, but the reed-thin young man Tavi had met when he first came to the Academy had hardened. Ehren, sandy-haired and unassuming, was still slender-but slender like hunting cats, or dueling swords, rather than like writing quills. He was dressed in rough garb of castaway clothing, most of it ill fitting, and looked like any of ten thousand refugees in the camps.
At a nod from Kitai, Enna withdrew. Tavi went to the young man and traded grips with him, then considered his clothing with a frown. "Ehren. I never said I was sending you out again."
"Please," Ehren said. "I’m a professional spy, Tavi. I wouldn’t be doing you any good standing around here." He turned to Kitai with a smile and bowed gallantly over her hand. "Not that it isn’t nice sleeping with both eyes closed, but I’m starting to get soft."
"You’ve only been back for three days," Kitai said.
"That’s just about enough," Ehren said. He lowered his voice conspiratori-ally and jerked his head covertly at Tavi. "I can’t stand working where my superiors can look over my shoulder anyway."
Tavi smiled, but he didn’t really feel it. Ehren had worked his way into position in Canim-occupied territory over an entire perilous year. Some of the Canim commanders had spent a great deal of energy hunting for spies and rooting them out. Many such informants had been caught, and had not been seen again. Ehren had, Tavi gathered, very nearly been caught as he left occupied territory-and there was a fresh scar on his brow that he had not explained.
"Is there any word from the First Lord?" Tavi asked quietly.
Ehren shook his head. "You haven’t given me enough time to try all the channels."
"I don’t have the time," Tavi said. "We march tomorrow."
"I know," Ehren said. "But word is that Gaius is with the Legions in the south somewhere. As far as anyone I could reach knows, all of his messages are being routed to someone on the staff-even Cursor traffic. So, either he’s come down with a bad case of bureaucratic thinking…"
"Or he’s up to something," Tavi said. "Crows. Why now?"
"Even if he wasn’t," Ehren said, "from what you told me, he’s given you your marching orders. Maybe you shouldn’t be trying to go over Arnos’s head like this."
"That was before we knew about Mastings," Tavi said. "Or Arnos’s so-called battle plan. Or what he had in mind for the noncombatants. We have to find another option, Ehren.”
Ehren lifted both hands. "Which is why I’m dressed for the road," he said. "You want me to see how close I can get to Mastings?"
Tavi drew in a deep breath. "Sort of."
Ehren frowned and tilted his head.
"I want you to get to Nasaug," Tavi said.
Ehren burst out in a laugh. It died young, as he watched Tavi’s expression. "Oh," he said. "You were serious."
"Yes."
Ehren shook his head. "Your confidence is flattering, but even if I could get close to him, which I don’t think I could, I’m not at all sure I could take him. I saw him fight at the Elinarch."
"No, no, crows," Tavi said. "If I wanted him assassinated, I’d do it myself." He paused to consider. "Or possibly send Max and Crassus."
"For you," Ehren said, "that was an uncommonly sensible afterthought."
Tavi grinned at him for a second. "This isn’t that kind of mission," Tavi said. He flicked open the leather case on his sword belt and drew out a folded envelope. He offered it to Ehren.
The young man stared at the envelope for a moment and exhaled slowly. "Oh. The other part of the Cursor business." He searched Tavi’s face for a moment, and said, quietly, "We’re messengers for the First Lord, Tavi. This isn’t one of his messages."
"If he didn’t want us using our initiative, he shouldn’t be so hard to contact," Tavi replied.
Ehren chuckled. "Can’t argue there. What is it?"
"A request for a meeting," Tavi said. "Between me and Nasaug."
Ehren exhaled. "That’s all?"
"Yes."
"We, uh. We don’t really know how they’re going to react to an official courier. No one’s sent any."
"Don’t worry about it," Tavi said. "You wouldn’t be official."
"Oh," Ehren said. "Crows."
"You don’t have to," Tavi said quietly. "I can find something else for you to-"
"Oh shut up," Ehren said, his voice annoyed, as he took the envelope from Tavi’s hand. "You think Nasaug will be willing to talk?"
"If he is," Tavi said, "I think we can expect him to behave in a civilized fashion."
"They haven’t exactly been a monolithic culture," Ehren replied. "What if some of the other Canim don’t hold with Nasaug’s way of thinking?"
"I’d advise you to avoid them," Tavi said.
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