L. Modesitt Jr - Antiagon Fire
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- Название:Antiagon Fire
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- Год:2013
- ISBN:0765334577
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“That thoughtfulness I learned from observing you and Marshal Rescalyn, and I do appreciate having the opportunity to learn from you both.” After another nod, Quaeryt smiled politely once more, then turned and left.
From Deucalon’s duty officer, Quaeryt learned that Khaern had ridden out earlier on “a routine scouting mission.”
After another quint or so had passed, Quaeryt saw Zhelan ride into the side courtyard, but it was yet another quint before the hard-faced major with the slightly graying black hair left the stable and crossed to the guest house’s rear entrance where Quaeryt waited.
“Sir?” Then Zhelan glanced at Quaeryt’s collar. “Congratulations, sir.”
“Thank you.” Quaeryt paused. “Has anyone told you of our next task?”
“Our next task?” The major’s eyebrows lifted, and a mild expression of puzzlement crossed his face.
“Lord Bhayar has assigned Eleventh and Nineteenth Regiments-and what remains of Fifth Battalion-to me for a mission to Khelgror.”
“You’re to … conquer the Pharsi again with two regiments?”
“No … Lady Vaelora and I are being sent as envoys.” Quaeryt went on to explain.
Once Quaeryt had finished, Zhelan was silent for several moments.
“Go on. You can speak,” said Quaeryt cheerfully.
“Lord Bhayar doesn’t want much of you, does he?”
“He’d prefer not to resort to arms. So would we. So, I suspect, would the Pharsi High Council.”
“But leaving on Lundi?”
“We can’t afford to wait.”
“I can see that. Are you…?”
“I’m well. And it will be two weeks or longer before we encounter even the chance of serious opposition … if we do at all. The Pharsi aren’t likely to attack any envoy now.”
“I can see that, sir.”
“Think about it. I just wanted to make sure you knew as soon as I did.” Quaeryt added, “I’ll need a squad to accompany me to meet with Subcommander Alazyn … as soon as you can provide one.”
“Fifth squad is the duty squad. They can be ready to ride in less than a quint.”
Not quite a quint passed before Quaeryt mounted the mare that had seen him through so much and, accompanied by fifth squad, rode out on the hazy gray day. In deference to Vaelora, rather than carrying light shields that, if anything impacted them, would trigger heavier shields, Quaeryt held full imaging shields.
They traveled more than a mille south, and another two west along a muddy rutted road to reach the smaller holding where Alazyn and Nineteenth Regiment were quartered. The hold house was old, of reddish bricks that needed repointing, and the hedges that flanked the narrow drive to the small uncovered portico had been but raggedly trimmed.
A short stocky officer with the silver crescents of a subcommander on his collar had hurried out into the cool fall wind to stand waiting on the uneven stone platform that served as a receiving portico. As Quaeryt put his second boot on the stone, a violent gust of wind whipped around him, and he had to grab his visor cap to keep it from blowing off his head.
“It’s been right windy, Commander,” offered the subcommander. “How might I help you?”
“Would you be Subcommander Alazyn, by chance?”
“The very same, sir.”
“It’s good to meet you. I’m Commander Quaeryt.”
Alazyn opened his mouth, then closed it, finally saying, “Sir … I should have known … I didn’t expect you to ride out here…”
Quaeryt grinned. “Why not? It makes more sense than sending a courier.”
Alazyn gestured toward the door. “Please do come in.”
Quaeryt followed the shorter officer in through the wide single and weathered ironbound oak door, closing it behind himself.
“Commander Pulaskyr has been kind enough to share the study here with me.” Alazyn stopped at the door off the small entry hall, again motioning for Quaeryt to enter. “He’s out with Second Regiment at the moment … Second Tilboran, I should say.”
The study was little more than an oblong room with a hearth at one end and a writing desk at the other, with two tall bookcases behind the table desk and against the tan plaster wall. The two windows in the outside wall were chest high, with small leaded panes cloudy with age. Two armless chairs stood before the desk. Quaeryt walked to the nearer one and seated himself, then waited for Alazyn to sit down in the other.
Alazyn did so, then said, “You and Commander Pulaskyr were together in Tilbor, I understand.”
“We were in Tilbor at the same time, but we never actually served anywhere together. He was in charge of all operations north of the Boran Hills, and I was with Marshal Rescalyn in the south. We never even met until after the hill holders’ revolt was put down.” And even then we barely had a chance to speak to each other. “I understand he was very effective in dealing with the northern hill holders.”
“He said that you were largely responsible for the way things turned out in the south.”
“He is far too generous. The entire campaign in the south was planned and masterfully carried out by Governor Rescalyn, and finished by Submarshal Myskyl.”
“The governor died in the last battle, Commander Pulaskyr told me. Did you see any of that?”
Quaeryt smiled wryly. “No. I was unhorsed by a heavy cavalryman moments before Rescalyn fell.” That wasn’t quite true, but it was what Quaeryt had said all along, and what everyone, including Myskyl, believed. “Have you yet been instructed as to where Nineteenth Regiment will be assigned?”
“Just a dispatch yesterday saying that we were assigned to special duty under your command, sir … and that specific orders would come from you.”
“Eleventh and Nineteenth Regiments, and the one company remaining from Fifth Battalion that was not Khellan, have been assigned to support Lady Vaelora and me in our duties as envoys to the High Council of Khel…” Quaeryt went on to explain.
When Quaeryt finished, Alazyn tilted his head, almost quizzically. “I’m not certain I understand why Lord Bhayar … has taken this approach. Isn’t taking a woman, even Lord Bhayar’s sister…?”
At that moment, Quaeryt realized he’d assumed that Alazyn knew more than he did. “There are several reasons. First, both Lord Bhayar and Lady Vaelora are part Pharsi. Second, I’m the highest ranking officer of full Pharsi blood in the Telaryn forces. Third, I was the one in command of all the Pharsi officers who are already in Khel offering Lord Bhayar’s terms.” He paused. “And there is the small matter that Lady Vaelora is my wife.”
Alazyn’s eyes widened, if but for a moment.
“I take it that no one bothered to mention those facts to you,” said Quaeryt dryly.
“Ah … no, sir.”
“That’s not surprising. At times, senior officers assume subordinates know everything they do.” Quaeryt laughed humorously. “As I just did.” After a moment he went on. “Please ask any and all questions you may have … even if you worry that they may indicate you don’t know something. In situations like this, the only stupid questions are the ones you don’t ask.”
“Yes, sir.” Alazyn looked away from Quaeryt. “Is it true that you’re an imager?”
“Yes, but I’m one of about ten, and the other imagers will be accompanying us as well…”
More than a glass passed before Quaeryt had answered all of Alazyn’s questions and departed the hold house for the ride back to the outskirts of Variana.
4
Quaeryt barely had time to wash up and change out of his muddy undress uniform into his only set of dress greens, except, as was the case with all his uniforms, the jacket shirt and trousers were green tinted with brown, to show his scholar background. Then he joined Vaelora in their sitting room-prior to walking down to the formal dining room of the estate house for dinner with Bhayar, the first dinner they had shared with him in weeks.
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