Captain's Fury (Page 48)
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Nalus exhaled. Then he said, "And you’re good for yours."
Marcus took another pull and grimaced. "Mostly."
Nalus finished the bottle and idly tossed it under his cot. He frowned, brow furrowing.
Marcus let him think it over for a moment. Then he said, "Still playing that old thing, eh?"
Nalus glanced at the harp and lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "I… sometimes it helps me sleep."
Marcus nodded at the double-sized cot. "Thought that’s what the women were for."
Nalus flashed a short-lived grin at Marcus. Then he shook his head, and replied, "Not going to be much of that on the campaign."
"No."
"If Scipio talks to his officers," Nalus said, "and tells them to resist Arnos, we won’t be able to trust the First Aleran, Marcus. I may be a fool, but I’m not a crowbegotten fool. We’re going to need them by the time we get to Mastings. I can’t make a bad call on this one."
Marcus clapped Nalus on the shoulder, and said, quietly, "Do what you think is best." Then he turned to leave.
"Marcus?" Nalus asked.
Marcus paused.
Nalus took a deep breath. "I want you to be there."
Marcus turned, nodded, and gave the younger man a salute.
Nalus returned it.
The sandy-haired young Cursor, Sir Ehren, was waiting for Marcus as he walked briskly out of the Second Senatorial’s camp, and back toward the First Aleran’s. He fell into pace beside Marcus, though his body language remained that of someone moving separately from the centurion. His lips barely moved when he spoke. "Well?"
"The captain asked, just like you said he would. And Nalus will allow it."
Ehren’s face lit in a brief, fierce grin. "Good."
Marcus glanced aside at him. "What are you going to do?"
Ehren began to speak, but frowned. "Better for both of us if you don’t know," he said quietly.
Thank the great furies someone had sense, Marcus thought. The Cursors had taken a lot of losses over the past few years, and he’d come to fear for the quality of the agents that would emerge from the situation. At least this one appeared to have sound judgment.
Ehren gave the slightest twitch of a nod to Marcus and vanished down a side street. Marcus continued on his way, at the same businesslike, unwavering pace, and returned to his tent.
This time, Lady Aquitaine had not bothered with a veil. She sat on his stool in her washerwoman disguise, her face lined with impatience. She rose as he entered, and he felt the air tighten with an interdicting windcrafting.
Marcus nodded to her. "My lady."
"Fidelias," she replied, her tone curt. "What did Nalus say?"
"Scipio has requested a conference with his senior officers," Marcus reported.
Lady Aquitaine narrowed her eyes. "According to Amos, Scipio stated that he would instruct his officers to support him. But he’s a fighter. Surely Nalus isn’t going to allow the meeting."
Marcus kept his focus upon the details of his tent-mundane, familiar things that were not at all out of the ordinary and with which he interacted on a daily, regular basis. "I advised him against it," he replied.
Lady Aquitaine frowned at him for a moment.
Marcus straightened the lay of the blanket on his cot and wondered if he was about to die.
She sighed and shook her head. "Will he take your advice?"
"We can hope so," Marcus said. "Nalus takes some time to make his decisions, but he does his own thinking along the way. He told me that if he did have the conference, he wanted me there. At least I’ll be able to report on what happens."
"Never underestimate the ongoing value in a talented protege," Lady
Aquitaine murmured, smiling. "Or how many times they go to their former mentors for advice on their most critical decisions. Keep me informed."
"Of course, lady."
"What of the villagers?" Lady Aquitaine asked.
"Released and returned to their homes-although Amos hasn’t issued an official countermand to their death warrants."
She shook her head. "With Scipio out of the picture, there’s no longer any reason to threaten them, and there is the potential for serious long-range repercussions. I must admit, my spy, that your suggestion sounded like quite a gamble at first. But it’s proven an elegant solution to our problems."
Marcus’s stomach twisted. If the captain hadn’t played the situation as well as he had… Aloud, he only said, "Thank you, lady."
"In your opinion, will the First Aleran support Amos in the campaign?"
"If Scipio orders it?" He pursed his lips. "I think so, yes. They’ve fought the Canim for two years now. They want to finish the job."
Lady Aquitaine sighed. "Then it all hinges on Scipio. He has a rather irritating talent for impersonating a fulcrum."
"If he reneges," Marcus pointed out, "there is still the death warrant."
Her face twisted into a moue of distaste. "True. But will it be enough to compel him to keep his word?"
"Partly," Marcus said. "But bear in mind that he plans surprisingly well for the long term for someone of his age. Throwing his Legion’s support behind the campaign is, at this point, arguably the best way to keep his men and his officers alive, united, and ready to support him again in the future."
Lady Aquitaine arched an eyebrow at that and waved her hand in a gesture that admitted the possibility. Then she rose and gathered up the laundry, a small smile on her mouth. "I’m not worried about his long-range plans. We’re nearly there. You have served me very well, my Fidelias. I shall not forget it."
He bowed his head to Lady Aquitaine, and she departed.
He sank down to sit on his cot and closed his eyes. The panic and fear he’d kept hidden inside him when he lied to Lady Aquitaine’s face rushed back through him. His forehead beaded with a cold sweat, and his hands started shaking.
Should Lady Aquitaine come to power, she would need the appearance, at least, of integrity, and Marcus knew far too many damning facts about both her and her husband. True, she had a certain amount of integrity-but also true, she allowed no one and nothing to hamper her aims. It had taken him years to see the absolute, voracious nature of her ambition.
He followed the chain of logic to its most probable conclusion.
Once she and her husband had the crown, Marcus would be a liability, suited only for removal.
Optionally, if she ever realized that he had turned against her, she would wipe him from the earth.
And should the captain ever learn his true identity, Marcus judged that he would react with less dramatic but equally effective prejudice.
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