L. Modesitt - Magi'i of Cyador

“Stable!” Akytol calls.

Suforis steps out into the courtyard and looks up at the tall captain. “Yes, ser?”

“Is this where I can stable my mount?”

“Yes, ser.”

Lorn walks toward the older, but now junior officer, as Akytol dismounts outside the compound stable.

The black-bearded officer frowns as Lorn approaches, but then looks back at Suforis to hand over his mount’s reins.

“You’re here to take command of Second Company?” Lorn asks pleasantly.

“Yes.” Akytol turns, and adds, quickly, “Ah, yes, ser,” as the late afternoon light of spring glints off the linked bars with the overcaptain’s arch that are fastened to Lorn’s collar.

The ostler glances from Akytol to Lorn.

“This is Captain Akytol, Suforis,” Lorn explains. “He is a well-respected and very solid Lancer officer.”

Akytol continues to wear a vaguely puzzled expression, as if-he still cannot place Lorn.

“I’m Lorn. We left Cyad together for Kynstaar a number of years ago.”

Akytol swallows. “Oh … I am sorry, ser. I did not recognize you.”

“That’s all right. We all change over the years. You always wore a beard, and that made it easier for me. If you will get your gear, I can show you the quarters. You can either have the first room, or mine after I leave tomorrow. It’s your choice. Then I’ll show you the studies, and we can talk over the evening meal, such as it is.”

“I would appreciate that.” Akytol nods awkwardly. He turns to unfasten the two large kit bags from behind his saddle, then follows Lorn across the courtyard.

“This is the only compound without an Engineer detachment, and the other company here is really a domestic peacekeeping company. It’s commanded by Undercaptain Juist,” Lorn explains. “They’ll take over patrols during companyfurloughs, but otherwise, you have full responsibility for the northeast ward-wall.”

“Sub-Majer Hybyl did say something about that.”

Lorn opens the door to the quarters. “You can put your gear in the first room. I’ve always used the second.” While Akytol deposits his bags, Lorn takes the last bottle of Alafraan from his wardrobe, and rejoins the captain. Then Lorn leads the taller officer back into the courtyard and to the small administrative building.

“Our spaces are the first ones. The outer study is for the lancer records, and the senior squad leader.” Lorn opens the door, but Kusyl has already left for the day. Lorn opens the inner door. “This will be your study. The small foot chest there holds the patrol reports and other papers. I’ll give you the key in the morning.”

Akytol nods.

“Now … let’s get something to eat.”

The officers’ dining area is empty, as Lorn had guessed, since Juist had left early in the morning to handle a problem some forty kays to the west at a town Lorn had not heard of before that morning and since Ilryk is not due for several days, assuming Fifth Company has not found another downed tree.

Lorn uncorks the wine and fills one of the goblets, but only half-fills his own. Then he sits. As if waiting for them, a server appears and drops a casserole dish on the table with the usual basket of bread.

“Fowl, I think,” Lorn guesses. “It’s more often mutton.” He gestures to the dish. “Go ahead.”

As Akytol serves himself, Lorn continues, “You have to keep patrol reports, just as with the barbarians, but you also have to send a summary report to Sub-Majer Hybyl after each complete patrol-out to Eastend and back ….” Lorn goes on to explain the location of reports and lancer records, serving himself as he does.

As Lorn speaks, Akytol’s eyes take in the overcaptain’s bars again, for at least the third time since they have been seated in the officers’ dining area.

“ … handled by the senior squad leader-that’s Kusyl.” Lorn stops, and refills Akytol’s goblet.

“Thank you.”

“Where have you been?” asks Lorn.

“At Inividra-that’s one of the outposts under Assyadt. I had Third Company there.”

“The last year or so, you’ve had more barbarian attacks, they say.”

“Almost twice as many as before. We’re seeing more Brystan weapons, too. Better iron, sometimes nearly as hard as cupridium.” Akytol refills his platter. “The size of the raiding parties is larger, too.”

“Archers?” Lorn asks almost idly, taking a small sip of the Alafraan.

“Some. They say there weren’t any years ago. They’re not very good. Take a good firelance any day.” Akytol swallows the last of the Alafraan in his goblet. “Good wine.”

“It’s Alafraan. A friend sent me some. It would be hard to take it with me.” Lorn refills Akytol’s heavy and crude glass goblet.

“It is good.”

“The barbarians just charged us when I was at Isahl,” Lorn observes. “Was it that way at Inividra?”

Akytol nods, his mouth full.

Lorn waits, encouraging the bigger officer to go on.

“ … just take those big blades and charge at you. They didn’t seem to care who they charged … officer or ranker. Lately, a couple of groups showed up with local lances-long poles with billhooks on’em. Nasty if they got too close.” Akytol takes another large swallow of the Alafraan. “Except they’re better suited to a footman.”

“Or if your firelances charges are low.”

Akytol nods again. “A couple of times, we didn’t get full charges before we had to go out. Lost a quarter score just on that count. Sub-majer said he couldn’t do anything, that the Magi’i were having some sort of trouble, he guessed.” The bigger officer snorts.

“I understand an old acquaintance of mine is at Assyadt.A Sub-Majer Dettaur. We grew up together. Have you run across him?” Lorn refills Akytol’s goblet a second time.

“Sub-Majer Dettaur … he’s number two at the headquarters in Assyadt. Sometimes, takes a patrol. Good man.”

“He was always good with blades, any kind,” Lorn suggests.

“He still spars a lot, I hear, but I wasn’t there much. It’s a good sixty kays from Assyadt to Inividra.” Akytol frowns. “You have a sister … ah, ser?”

“I have two. Sub-Majer Dettaur once courted one of them.”

“You have a … certain reputation ….” Akytol says slowly. “I had not realized …”

Lorn nods. “I’m aware of that. That’s why you’re getting Second Company, I’m sure. Commander Meylyd and Sub-Majer Hybyl wish that my replacement be a lancer who is very traditional. They’re quite pleased that you were available, I am certain.”

“Sub-majer didn’t say much beyond outlining procedures, and providing a patrol manual.”

“It is a good idea to read it carefully,” Lorn says, almost dryly. “I might add that it is acceptable to use a staggered line of five abreast in facing the wild creatures. The giant cats and stun lizards are more durable than the barbarians, and you will need as many firelances as you can focus on them. And the giant serpents-we only came across one of those-I don’t think they’re terribly dangerous so long as you stay back from them. So I’d suggest dealing with a serpent after all the other dangers and creatures ….” He smiles. “The manual doesn’t mention serpents, but squad leader Kusyl can tell you more, if you wish to know.”

“Giant serpents?”

Lorn nods, looking down at his empty platter, not that he has eaten all that much. “I will sign over Second Company in the morning.” Lorn pauses. “Do you have any other questions I might answer?”

“Any place where I can get wine like that?” Akytol grins.

“You might try the spirit factor in the town of Jakaafra.His name is Dustyn. He can get any number of types of spirits. So can the chandler, I’ve been told, but I used the spirit factor.”