Paladin of Souls - Lois McMaster Bujold [173]
“This very night. We’ve been shoved most forcefully onto the defensive, and the Jokonans do not look to us, in our present shock, to turn it about. If ever the gods gave me the gift for finding the moment on the field, I swear to you, this is one.”
Illvin’s lips parted, but no sound came out.
Arhys smiled slightly and turned again to view the walnut grove in the fading light. Though perhaps not fading for him, Ista was reminded. “So, how would I find these sorcerers and not waste time butchering ordinary men?”
Foix cleared his throat. “I can see them.”
Behind them, sitting small and cross-legged by the wall again, Liss caught her breath.
Arhys looked across at Foix. “Would you ride out with me, dy Gura? It’s a good pairing. I think you are less vulnerable to these sorcerous attacks than any other man here.”
“I . . . let me look at the ground.” Foix, too, advanced to the battlement and leaned upon it, staring down at the camp. Ista saw by the way his eyes opened and closed that he marshaled his second sight to study this challenge.
Arhys turned to Ista. “Royina, can you manage this thing? Neither Illvin nor I will be able to speak to you—we must rely on your judgment when to make or break our links.”
I am every kind of afraid. Physically. Magically. Morally. But mostly the last. “I think I could cut Illvin free of you, yes. What about Cattilara?”
“I would spare her,” said Arhys. “Let her sleep.”
“To wake a widow? I am not sure that is a betrayal she could ever forgive. She may be young and foolish, but she is not a child now, and will never be a child again. In any case, she must be allowed to wake and eat, that she may lend you strength, and not fail through no fault of her own.”
Illvin said, “I fear if she has any hint of this, she will grow quite frenzied. And I doubt her demon will be on our side either.”
The stars were coming out, overhead. On the western horizon, glowing pink feathers of cloud were fading to gray. So much indifferent beauty, in the world of matter . . .
“I must take thought for Cattilara,” said Ista. It seems no one else is willing to.
From the deepening shadows, Foix spoke: “Lord Arhys, if you decide to ride out, I will go with you. If the royina will release me to your command.”
Ista hesitated for three sick heartbeats. “I release you.”
“Thank you, Royina, for this honor,” Foix said formally.
“Come,” said Arhys to Illvin. “Let us go see if there is enough unbroken gear left in Castle Porifors to outfit this curious hunt. Foix, attend.” He turned for the stairs.
Illvin strode back to grasp Ista’s hand and lift it to his lips. “I shall see you shortly.”
“Yes,” whispered Ista. The grip tightened, and was gone.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
IT WAS CLOSE TO MIDNIGHT BEFORE LORD ARHYS WENT TO REST in his chambers, so that Cattilara, on the other side of the door, might be roused to eat. His page removed his boots, but no more, and settled by the foot of the bed to guard his repose. Ista thought the exhausted boy would be asleep on the floor before five minutes had passed. Arhys lay back on his bed, eyes wide and dark in the light of the room’s sole candle.
“Be tender with her,” he pleaded to Ista. “She has had to endure far too much.”
“I will use my very best judgment,” Ista returned. Arhys accepted her words with a nod. It was Illvin, overseeing the dispositions before returning to the night’s too-eventful watch, who cocked a curious eyebrow at her as they turned away.
“Be as careful of her as of her demon, and I don’t mean it the way Arhys does,” he muttered to Ista. “After that accursed escapade with the wagon, I believe there is no limit to what she would do in pursuit of her ends.”
“I will use,” said Ista neutrally, “my very best judgment.” She let Foix and Liss pass before her into Lady Cattilara’s chamber and closed the door upon him, gently but firmly.
The most levelheaded of Cattilara’s ladies was just arriving with the meal tray. The haggard look on her face, as well as the care she took setting the food down, told Ista she recognized