David Weber - Wind Rider's Oath

"That's one way to put it," Lanitha had agreed. "Personally, I prefer 'librarian,' but I suppose my duties do make archivist a better fit, these days." She'd grimaced. "I'm also, however, the principal of our town school here in Kalatha."

"Oh," Leeana had said in a tone she'd belatedly realized might have been described as less than wildly enthusiastic.

"I see you've been having an . . . interesting day," Lanitha had observed, her voice wavering oddly while she tried not to smile. "I'll try not to make things any more difficult for you than I have to. But I do need to get some feel for your scholastic abilities."

Leeana had hovered on the brink of asking her why, but she'd suppressed the question in time. She'd had no doubt she would discover the answer, probably sooner than she wanted to.

"If you're finished eating," Lanitha had continued in a tone which, for all its politeness, had informed Leeana that she was finished eating, "why don't you-and Garlahna, of course-come along with me? This shouldn't take more than two or three hours."

"Of course," Leeana had replied, with only a trace of glumness. Then she'd put her spoon down, given it a regretful pat, and followed Lanitha out of the mess hall.

Lanitha had been almost correct. In fact, her estimate of the time required had been only about an hour short. By the end of her examination, Leeana had felt as exhausted mentally as she'd already been physically, but at least this time she'd felt reasonably confident that she'd acquitted herself well. Her father might not have seen any reason to teach her to lop the heads off of enemies, but he and her mother had both actively aided and abetted her in the pursuit of an intellectual curiosity other nobles might have found most unbecoming in a mere daughter. Leeana spoke six languages-four of them fluently-and could read and write in two more. She had a formidable education in geography, history, and literature, and a practical knowledge of politics-at least as practiced at the highest level of the Kingdom-which was quite astounding in anyone her age, and especially in a daughter.

In fact, the main reason Lanitha's original time estimate had proved overly optimistic was that the archivist/teacher had become too interested in discussing things with the subject of her examination. In the end, she'd sent Leeana back off to the dining hall with Garlahna with the warning that she intended to request at least an hour or two of Leeana's time each afternoon as an assistant instructor.

Any temptation towards a swelled head which Leeana might have taken away with her had evaporated like snow in summer when she and Garlahna arrived almost twenty minutes late for her shift in the kitchen. The excuse that Lanitha had kept her longer than anticipated had done remarkably little to placate the head cook's ire, and neither had the fact that Leeana had effectively no kitchen skills at all. It wasn't exactly Leeana's fault, but she hadn't felt like explaining that she hadn't acquired those skills because her parents had employed others to perform those menial tasks. Partly because she'd had a shrewd suspicion that the cook would not have responded well to the suggestion that her own skills were "menial" ones. But even more because Leeana had agreed that it was time she acquired them.

That willingness to dig right in-enthusiastically, however ineptly-had turned the trick. She'd wondered if perhaps part of the cook's prickliness had resulted from an expectation that someone who'd been so nobly born would have dismissed her assigned duties as beneath her. It had seemed as if some of the other war maids assigned to Leeana's work crew had cherished some of the same suspicions, but if they had, their reservations had thawed quickly as her willingness sank in. She'd been restricted by her ignorance to more or less unskilled labor, but most of her fellow workers had paused in passing at least once to drop some little hint or encouragement upon her.

That had helped, but by the time supper was finished, the tables were cleared and scrubbed, the pots and pans and dishes were washed, and the cooking utensils had been laid out in preparation for the breakfast crews, she'd been literally stumbling with exhaustion.

She'd thought her ride from Balthar to Kalatha had been exhausting, and no doubt it had been. But the fatigue she'd felt then, even after that first hideous, sleepless night in the rain, was as nothing compared to what she felt now. She knew with absolute certainty that she had never been this tired in her entire life.

She staggered out of the mess hall towards the dormitory, then shambled to a halt as she realized someone was standing in front of her. It took her a moment or two to focus, then she straightened her aching back as she recognized Mayor Yalith by the light of the lanterns above the mess hall entrance.

"I won't keep you long, Leeana," the mayor said. She smiled, and her voice was gently compassionate and understanding. "I know all you really want to do at this moment is to go fall on your nose and stay there for as long as we'll let you. It may be cold comfort, but just about every war maid has been where you are right now, and most of us survived the experience.

"I just wanted to tell you three things before you go collapse.

"First, I feel confident that you're convinced you were an absolute and utter failure when Erlis and Ravlahn examined you today. Well, you weren't." Leeana blinked in fatigue-foggy disbelief, and Yalith smiled again. "Oh, I won't say you thrilled them with your incredible prowess. But given your complete lack of training, you actually performed quite well. And both Erlis and Ravlahn feel you have considerable native ability, which they confidently expect to be able to nurture.

"Second, Lanitha was very impressed by both your native intelligence and the education you've already received. There are several places where you can probably still use a little polishing, but for the most part, you're already as well qualified-from the perspective of your knowledge, at least-to teach as any of our present teachers. Do try not to let that go to your head, dear," the mayor added with a small chuckle.

"And, third," she said after a moment, in a noticeably different voice, "something happened yesterday which, to the best of my knowledge, has never happened before. Baron Tellian-" even now she did not permit herself the words "your father," and Leeana's eyes fell as she felt a pang of pain "- left something for you."

Leeana looked back up into the mayor's face.

"He left you the title to your horse, Leeana," Yalith said quietly.

Leeana blinked, unable to understand for a moment, but then her heart leapt and incredulous joy blossomed across her exhausted face.

"It's a princely gift," the mayor continued. "To be perfectly honest, I was tempted to refuse it, because no one else in Kalatha has ever so much as ridden a horse half, or even a quarter, as good as that one, much less owned one. There's an enormous amount of room for potential resentment in the gift he chose to bestow upon you, Leeana. I want you to be aware of that. But I didn't refuse it in the end for two reasons. First, and I'd like to think most important, was the fact that I had no legal right to refuse it in someone else's name, and I wasn't prepared to violate the law. But, second, was the fact that Dame Kaeritha argued very strongly on your behalf. It speaks well of anyone that a champion of Tomanâk should speak so forcefully on her behalf, and I think I've seen enough of Dame Kaeritha by now to know that however much she might like you, she would never have argued your case so vehemently if she hadn't believed you truly deserved it."

"Oh, thank you- thank you , Mayor Yalith!" Leeana whispered, tears spangling her vision.