David Drake - The Gods Return

Hobnails sparking, spears rocking back and forth at a slant, the troops jogged along the stone street toward the center of the city.

The ensign, his helmet straightened again, was at the head of the company, but the two marshals were with Sharina and her section of Blood Eagles in the rear. She made a platform of her left arm and said, "Burne, hop down." "I can see better up here," the rat said.

"Yes, but I can't!" Sharina said. She was blind on her left side with the rat perched where he was. Grumbling, Burne dropped onto her arm.

Sharina moved up between the veterans. "Marshals?" she said, hoping she was speaking just loud enough to be heard over the clash of hobnails. "You remember the temple of Our Lady of the Grove that we'll pass in six blocks?" "The big one where the two-copper girls hang out after dark, that one?" Prester said. "I don't know about the girls-"

Sharina said, smiling. "Of course she don't!" Pont growled. "Prester, don't you have nothing but bone between your ears?" "But the big temple, yes," Sharina resumed, trying to take charge of the discussion again. "We're really going to raid it instead of going back to the graveyard, but I don't want them to have any warning. It's important that none of the people inside get away." "Shouldn't be a problem,"

Pont said. "You want prisoners?" "Some, if you can," Sharina said. The rhythm of her feet punctuated her muttered words. "Guess we can manage some," Prester said cheerfully. "Prester?" Sharina said. She scowled at the thought. "Pont? I don't know what we're going to find in the temple." Pont chuckled. "Princess, we're soldiers," he said. "We never know what we're going to find. Except that there's bloody fewgood surprises in this life." "I guess…," said the other veteran. He and his friend both carried javelins tonight in place of their batons of office. He eyed his point and went on, "That it's not going to be a good surprise for the folks in the temple neither."

Chapter 14 Ilna waited with her palms closed before her, holding a neatly folded pattern between them. She hadn't woven the yarn for Princess Perrine's arrival: her fingers had woven it because she had time and the situation might become unpleasant. Ilna found most situations more or less unpleasant. The only time she was regularly content was when she stood at her loom with no concerns but the work before her. Even before her trip to the Underworld she'd been able to create wonderful pieces, pieces that she could look on with pride. But instead of doing that, she was in a grove on northern Blaise, looking for a man she'd never met to help a man she didn't particularly like.

Well, be fair: she didn't particularly like most people, men or women both. And though this was uncomfortable, she was usually uncomfortable. Ilna os-Kenset liked to make things work. She was so skilled a weaver that even a complex fabric didn't really stretch her talents. Making people fit together properly was much more of a challenge- She gave Ingens a cold smile that made him stiffen. -and one where she was by no means sure of her success. A pair of apes wearing peaked caps and red vests walked through the dogwoods on their hind legs, lifting the lower branches out of the way for those following. Even upright they were shorter than a man-shorter than her, as a matter of fact-but their shoulders were broad. Ilna knew from experience that the apes' muscles were more like wire ropes than they were to the flesh of humans. The apes looked as dull as field hands in the middle of the harvest. Not harmless, exactly: in Barca's Hamlet there'd been brutal fights in the evenings every fall, some of them ending in cracked skulls or fatal stabbings by the knives all peasants carried. Well, the apes weren't drunk at the moment. A youth and girl of twenty or so-they looked younger, but Ilna suspected their delicate features were fooling her-followed the leading apes. There were as alike as twins. Another pair of apes shambled behind them on all fours. "That's the Princess Perrine," Ingens whispered hoarsely. "I don't know who the man is." "I'm Ilna os-Kenset," Ilna said. "I'm here to return Master Hervir or-Halgran to his family in Pandah. Will you bring him to me, please." No one listening to her tone of voice could've mistaken the final sentence for a question. "Mistress Ilna!" said the youth in apparent delight. The leading apes stopped and dropped forward onto the knuckles of their hands; he strode past them with his arms out and his hands spread. "I'm Prince Perrin and this is my sister Perrine. We'reso glad to meet you!" "And Master Ingens," said the girl, mincing toward the secretary with quick little steps.

She too extended her hands, but her arms weren't spread so wide. "I was so afraid I'd never see you again. Oh, it's wonderful that you've returned, Ingens." Brother and sister wore matching shirts with puffed sleeves, red vests like the apes' outfits, and baggy pantaloons. Their scarlet slippers had up-curling toes; there were little silver bells on Perrine's, the only difference in their garb. "Master Perrin!" Ilna said, raising her hands slightly; she didn't open them yet. "Please don't come closer!" The youth halted as abruptly as if she'd pointed a pitchfork at his eyes. Either her tone had drawn him up, or more likely he at least suspected what the pattern between her palms would do to him if she displayed it. "Please, mistress," the girl said, dropping onto one knee and tenting her hands toward Ilna before rising again. "We didn't mean to offend you. We were just delighted to have visitors so pleasant as yourself and Master Ingens." "Princess, we're here to find Hervir," Ingens said. "He didn't return after he went off with you." "Why, of course he returned," Perrin said in apparent surprise. "We offered him refreshment and showed him the crocus fields, but he went back to the waking world by mid afternoon." "He was supposed to visit us again before nightfall," said Perrine. "To have dinner with us and our father." "And to close the deal," said the prince. "He said he'd bring the money when he came back."

"Though…," said Perrine, turning her face away but looking sidelong at the secretary. "I shouldn't say this, but… I was hoping that he might send you instead, Master Ingens. There was something about you that, well… I'm embarrassed to say what I thought. What I'm thinking." "Hervir didn't come back," Ilna said.

"Fetch him to us now." Part of her mind wondered what she'd do if the couple simply walked through the brush the way they'd come and vanished; she very much doubted that their plantation was on the other side of a band of dogwoods and aspens. But the fact they'd come in the first place showed that they wantedsomething from her and Ingens. "But mistress," Perrin said, his face scrunched with worry. "We can't 'fetch,' as you say, someone who's already left us." "Brother?" said Perrine, looking even more concerned. "You don't suppose…?" She looked from Ilna to Ingens and turned her palms up. "We offered to escort him to the waking world, Perrin and I," she said earnestly.

"There are… well…" "Therecan be dangers between the planes of the universes," said Perrin, "but not often. Still, we offered to guide Master Hervir." "Hervir wouldn't hear of it," said Perrine.

"Why, you know how headstrong he was, Master Ingens. He slapped his sword and said he didn't need a nursemaid." "I think he was showing off for my sister," Perrin said sadly. "Master Ingens, I don't want to say anything against a friend of yours, but Hervir was clearly taken by Perrine. Understandably, of course, but he was distressed, distraught even, that she didn't reciprocate his affections." "He was a nice enough boy," the princess said. "If I hadn't met him first at your side, Ingens, I might not have found him so hopelessly callow."

She touched the secretary's wrist, her face shyly turned to the side.