The master smith did not appear at all surprised at the news, only inquiring, "Would my lord care to tell what happened?"

Bralos shrugged. "Not much to tell. We were chas-ing after bandits in the northern foothills, up on the border. That particular day, the unit I was leading was following a very winding and extremely narrow trail through heavily wooded terrain. I had just ridden past an old tree when one of the bandits leaped down from a place of concealment on a thick limb and hacked at my back with a heavy saber.

"Now it was a shrewd blow, delivered with full strength, and had I been without that mailshirt, I'd've been down dead or dying with a severed spine and some hacked-through ribs and that bandit would've been up in my saddle and spurring away, leading the rest of my unit into the maw of an ambush at the gallop. As it was, the edge did no more than cut through the straps of my breastplate and ruin a shirt, though the force of the blow drove the air clean out of my lungs and sent me up into the withers of my mount.

"Not having expected to have to strike a second blow, my attacker paused for a split-second, then, when he drew back to hack again, the back of his blade struck a tree limb, and by that time I'd regained at least my balance if not my breath, gotten my own saber uncased and come close to taking off his sword-arm between wrist and elbow.

"It is a well-known fact that lancers are armored only on the fronts of their bodies, you see; indeed, two of my men were slain in just that same way during this campaign just past, and I mean to do my best to put a stop to it ... at least within my squadron, Master Haigh. But I'll need your services in order to do it."

The smith shook his head. "My lord, I cannot go any lower on my price for those double mailshirts . . .

well, not enough lower to matter, at least. Much as I respect and admire your solicitude for the welfare of your warriors, wealthy as I know you to be, still must I say that I entertain doubts that you could or should pay the two or three hundred thousandthrahkmehee that so many shirts would cost, and besides, it would take me over a year to get so many down here to you. A great deal of time and painstaking labor needs must go into each and every one of them are they to be perfect and of dependable quality. In addition, did my lord not tell me upon the occasion when first we met that the somewhat silly traditions of his army forbade additional armor for lancers?"

Bralos grinned. "Quite true, as regards that last, my good Master Haigh, but there have been some signifi-cant changes for me and mine since that day, too. The old, callous traditions still apply to most of the rest of the army, but the GrandStrahteegos, in a fit of pique, declared me and my squadron to be mercenaries, not any longer true Ehleen soldiers, which means that the strict interpretations of army traditions need no longer be applied to Wolf Squadron, you see.

"Insofar as your first statements are concerned, you're quite correct; to buy shirts like mine for the entire squadron would be much beyond my means at the present time. But on the march back down here to Mehseepolis, I've reasoned out another idea. What would you quote me tentatively on five hundred single- thickness mailshirts, to be a.s.sembled of larger rings?"

"It would be far quicker and cheaper, my lord," replied the smith, "to just order up as many backplates. I could probably fulfill part of that order myself, here in this shop, and for the rest, I could job them out tosome other good smithies I know of . . .?"

But the officer shook his head. "No, I dare not be so blatant . . . not yet. No, I was thinking of having one of the locals, hereabout, enclose these shirts I envision between two layers of thin leather or linen-canvas. They'd be or at least look like jerkins, in the squadron colors, and thus not be an affront to the GrandStrahteegos each time he saw one of us."

"I understand." The smith nodded, grinning. "But look you, my lord, there is a better, cheaper way to give just as much or even more protection to the backs of your hors.e.m.e.n. I'll show you, but please excuse me while I fetch some things out of the shop."

The man returned with a basketful of what looked at first glance to be bits and pieces of sc.r.a.p iron and steel, but when he had laid a handful upon the table, Bralos saw them to be thin squares of steel, not yet polished and still discolored from the tempering, each of them pierced with a small hole at two corners on one edge. After laying the squares out in staggered lines, the smith looked back up at his guest.

"These, my lord, are a part of special order we're doing up for a customer who wants a jazeran, a scaleshirt, which while bulky and heavy is the best protection from both edge and point short of a breast-and-back of Pitzburk plate. And they're cheaper than either plate or mail, too. For him, these plates will be riveted in overlapping rows onto a double-thick jack of saddle-skirting leather. But there are other ways to use such plates, too, my lord.

"The innermost layer of your canvas jerkin could have a thin layer of cotton batting st.i.tched on, then squares or lozenges of good steel atop that, each sewn or riveted as you'd wish, and another thinness of bat-ting, then another of canvas sewn in a quilted pattern. Add bra.s.s or iron guides for the straps of the breast-plate, eyelets to the armholes to affix the mail-lined half-sleeves you've already bought, and you'd have an arming-jerkin with a well-hidden difference."

Bralos studied the arrangement on the tabletop, frowning in deep thought, considering this new, fresh suggestion. Then he looked up and demanded, "But what of the collars to protect the throat, Master Haigh?"

The smith waved his hand. "Simple, my lord, very simple. Long, curved plates that will overlap a bit in the front. Sew enough thick braid onto the collar that it would be stiff anyway and conceal the thong used to join the overlapping plate ends."

Still frowning, Bralos asked, "But what of the weight, the bulk?"

The smith sighed. "The bones must come with the mutton, my lord. But, look you, this will be replacing the ordinary arming-shirt. The weight of the steel in back will, if anything, help the man's body to balance the weight of the breastplate and spauldrons, and even with the weights of everything-steel, rivets, canvas, thread and batting-added together, I'd be so bold as to say that it will weigh a bit less than a double mailshirt."

Bralos chewed at his thumb for a moment, then inquired, "Can you have one of these padded shirts made up so that I can examine it? Also, that way we'll know for certain about how much of everything will be needed."

"What are the colors of your Wolf Squadron, my lord?" asked the smith by way of a reply. "Crimson and silver . . .?"

After he had arranged with Master Keemohsahbis to have two pipes of a middling wine he knew to be favored by his troopers carted out to his camp, along with a half-pipe of a far better example of the vintner's art and some small casks of brandy to go to the squadron officers' mess, Bralos collected his slightly tiddly guards and rode back to camp.

There he strolled about to see that everything need-ful was being done, called for a fresh horse to be saddled, visited his own quarters long enough to doff his armor and change to clean clothing, then rode over to Sub-strahteegosTomos Gonsalos' headquarters. Had anyone with the authority stopped him and asked him why, he was quite prepared to lie, to say that he was searching for Senior CaptainThoheeks Portos to render his report on the campaign in the foothills and deliver up the receipts for the banditslaves and the chains in which they had been delivered to the noisome slave pens.

But when he saw the crowd and hubbub around the plain building housing Gonsalos' offices, he almost reined about and rode back to truly report to the overall commander of cavalry. He did ride on, how-ever, as far as he was allowed to ride. The Council Guardsmen who halted him and courteously requested that he dismount then just as courteously demanded to know his reason for approaching the area of the sub-strahteegos' headquarters.

Bralos swallowed the testy, impatient answer that had been upon the tip of his tongue; for all their show of courtesy and good manners, Council Guardsmen had a well-earned reputation of blooding their steel first and determining if such had been necessary well after the fact, and aside from his gauntlets, he now wore nothing that would resist the honed edges of their weapons any better than his flesh.

"Lieutenant," he lied glibly, "I have but just led my squadron in from a campaign in one of the northern thoheekseeahnee. I found that word had been left for me to report to the Lord Sub-strahteegos ThoheeksTomos immediately upon my return. I am responding to that order; I cannot do less, Lieutenant."

"Of course not, of course not, my lord CaptainVahrohnos," the guards officer agreed readily, "but let it please my lord to understand, far more important men than the Sub-strahteegoshimself just now are visiting him, so perhaps later today or tomorrow might be a better time to report."

Bralos shook his head. "Lieutenant, the message said 'immediately upon my return,' and it has been my experience that the officer always chooses his words carefully and means just what he says. I will report today, now, and that's that."

The guards officer nodded once. "Very well, my lord CaptainVahrohnos , but my lord must then sur-render his sidearms to me and he must allow himself to be searched. My lord has his functions, I have mine. One of my men will take care of your horse and weapons."

The adjutant would have stopped Bralos, shooed him away back to his camp, had not Tomos caught sight of him through the partially opened door of the larger room where he and several other men sat around the largest table. Excusing himself, he strode out to greet Bralos warmly.

"You're back far earlier than anyone expected you to be, Bralos. What happened, did Chief Pawl despair of ever catching that pack of marauders? If so, old Pahvlos will've been proved right; nevertheless, you can bet a month's pay he won't be at all pleased."

Bralos shrugged. "Not at all, my lord. Oh, yes, we had trouble for the first week or so, but then CaptainChief Pawl devised strategy that gave us an inexpen-sive victory and above a hundred fresh slaves for the state."

"Slaves?" came a contraba.s.so rumble of a voice from within the large room. "Did someone out there mention slaves? I'm here to tell any man that my road crews need every one they can get, are the repair and replacement schedules to be kept up to date."

This was followed by the grating sound of a chair being pushed back, then a few heavy steps, and the door was shoved farther open by the thick, hairy arm of a big, muscular man of middle years. "Tomos,"

he rumbled, "who is this officer and what's this of slaves?"

Gonsalos stepped back and said in formal tones, "My lordThoheeks, please allow me to present to you Captain-of-squadronVahrohnos Bralos of Yohyulton-polis. He and his squadron have this very day returned from a short but very successful campaign against ban-dits in one of the border thoheekseeahnee, and he was telling me of the numbers of prisoners they had taken and brought back for state-slaves.

"Captain, this n.o.bleman is aThoheeks Bahos, a mem-ber of Council."

Not sure just what else to do, Bralos straightened and rendered the ma.s.sive man a correct military salute.

The saluted man just grinned. "So you're the young man who so twisted the tail of our revered Grand Strahteegos, hey? Do you know that a few days after the first Council debate on whether or not you should be allowed to pay Council hard, honest gold for the right to be completely responsible for your squadron, I wound up back in armor, fighting a formal duel with that hotheaded young whippersnapper Thoheeks Vikos? Did you know that, young sir? Of course you didn't. And you didn't know that I showed him his folly in trying to fight me, old man or not, either. True, he's now faster than me, but I'm still lots stronger, so I just let him wear himself out, slow down a bit, then I finished the thing quickly, nearly sundered his helm, I did, they say. Hahahahah!"

It was then that Bralos was shocked to hear himself ask, "My lordThoheeks Bahos, may Captain Vahrohnos Bralos inquire of thethoheeks ?"

Still grinning broadly at memory of his victory over his younger peer, the big man nodded, saying, "Of course you may, young sir, and you need not be so militarily formal, either, for any man that our good Tomos pleases to call friend is also a friend of mine."

Bralos took a deep breath and spoke again. "My lord, Captain Chief Pawl of Vawn and I, we captured a hundred and twelve bandits and got back to Mehsee-polis with a hundred and seven of them still living and in as good shape as could be expected after a march of that length by men accustomed to riding mostly."

"What of the weapons and the gear and mounts of these bandits?" interjected thethoheeks. "Was it brought back, too?"

Blankfaced, Bralos replied, "My lord, we lacked enough pack-mules to bring back much of anything, since we had been up there for so short a time and used so few supplies, though a few officers and men did pick out certain better-quality items."

Bahos nodded. "Well, it's of no real importance; likely it's better that the stuff was left up there, any-way.Most of it was probably lifted from there and now the n.o.blemen will have it back. But what of the bandits' mounts?"

"Most of them were mountain ponies, my lordThoheeks," Bralos answered. "The few full-size horses were in generally poor shape, some dozen or so that looked good we did bring back, two thirds of the beasts going to my squadron, one third selected by Pawl of Vawn for the use of his Horseclansmen."

"Good, good," nodded the ma.s.sive n.o.bleman, "horses cost money. But you wished to ask a question of me, I believe . . . ?"

Bralos took another deep breath and launched into it, saying, "My lordThoheeks, what is the point of squandering supplies and horses and trained men to bring back captive warriors who never give Council even one day's work because they die of the black rot in the slave pen after being gelded by an elderly pig farmer who works at the abattoir?"

The big man's smile evaporated in a trice, and his face became as dark as a lowering thundercloud. But when he spoke, his voice was a tightly controlled, soft rumble. "Who told you these things, young man?"

"Why, the keeper of the slave pen, my lord, one Kahsos, told me of his hiring of the old man to do the gelding, while one of his men told one of my body-guards about the high rate of loss from the black rot after the man, Pehlzos, had done his b.l.o.o.d.y work," said Bralos.

Turning on his heel, the big man opened both doors wide agape and stepped back, saying, "My good young sir, please humor me by coming in, seating yourself, having a stoup to drink and telling my companions of these sorry things."

AsThoheeks Bahos himself seated the somewhat bemused Bralos and filled a cup for him from one of the ewers, then introduced him to those men seated around the table, he finally understood why so many fully armed and alert Council Guardsmen were sur-rounding the building. No less than five of the most powerful members of the Council of the Thirty-three sat about that table, including his own commander, Senior CaptainThoheeks Portos.

Portos said, "Well, you and Pawl Vawn must have worked some sort of miracle to be back this fast. So well done a job should rightly earn Wolf Squadron a bit of rest ... but it probably won't. I don't know, it's just as I was telling all these gentlemen prior to your arrival, Bralos, something has gotten into Pahvlos; he seems intent anymore to run the whole army ragged to little real purpose."

"Portos, Portos, we'll get back to all that," said Bahos, "but for now I'd like you all to hear some information that this fine young officer has stumbled across. My good Bralos, tell again just what you told me out in the foyer."

Senior CaptainThoheeks Portos purposely chose the longest and most circuitous route from the head-quarters of Sub-strahteegosTomos Gonsalos back to the headquarters of the cavalry brigade, he and Bralos riding knee to knee ahead of and out of easy earshot of his bodyguards, conversing in low, hushed tones.

"You made yourself some very good friends on Council, this day, my good Bralos," said Portos. "Those four, back there, along with a brace of their faction and leanings who were unable to make it for this day's clandestine meeting out here, are capable-by ways of the multiple duchies and voting proxiessystems-to pa.s.s or defeat most varieties of business that come before Council without so much as letting any other members of Council know that voting is taking place. And that, my boy, is power-raw, unquestionable and so never questioned power. Poor grace as you're in with Pahvlos, you may need such friends, too, one day soon or late."

"What of Lord Kahsos, Portos, what will be done to him?" asked Bralos.

Portos shrugged, shaking his head, so that the plumes of his dress helmet swished and the loose cheekplates rattled. "With a bit of luck, he'll be censured, striped publicly and exiled back to his civil holdings to be further punished by his overlord, probably. But lack-ing that bit of luck . . . ?Thoheeks Bahos, jovial as he can be, is still a very hard man who can be most vindictive when he feels himself to have been wronged or hoodwinked-and you know he feels just so in this particular instance-and he also nurtures a deep, wide streak of bloodthirstiness in his character, which means that the larcenous Kahsos may well find himself adorning one of those crosses outside the walls, that or minus his b.a.l.l.s and working on a road gang, out in thethoheekseeahnee somewhere."

Looking and sounding as troubled as he had felt all day, ever since he had turned the war captives over to the unsavory Lord Kahsos, Bralos asked, "Portos, why are . . . why must state-slaves be castrated?"

The tall, darker man shrugged again. "They just always have been. It's tradition that they be deballed, is all.

"Now, wait a minute, dammit!" he ordered, seeing the look of distaste on the other officer's face. "Yes, I fully agree, our GrandStrahteegos has indeed run the word and term 'traditional' into the ground, very deep indeed into the ground, used it to mask or to try to justify all sorts of flagrant nepotism and personal likes or dislikes of one kind or another, but in this instance, we are not in the least concerned with his misuse of 'tradition,' mind you.

"I was long ago told that the practice dated from the very start of our race in these lands. In those ancient times, there were very few of us, all male warriors, and a h.e.l.lacious lot of the barbarians, both male and female. As our distant ancestors came ash.o.r.e and fought and settled the lands they had conquered, they captured barbarians as slaves; however, these slaves sometimes escaped to breed up still more of their savage kind against the Ehleenohee, so at length it was decreed by the leaders that any male slave kept solely for labor must be deballed, that should he es-cape captivity, he would not be able to sire more barbarians. For long and long, this rule applied to all male slaves, both publicly and privately owned, but as the barbarians drew back out of the tidewater and piedmont lands and the supply of more new slaves became a rather chancy thing, private owners began to discover the advantages of allowing their slaves to breed more slaves. But the state-slaves continued to be only eunuchs or female. It is still that way, that's all I can say on the subject, Bralos. Whether you person-ally like it or not, that's the way things have always been, now are and most likely will continue to be in times to come.

"What you and I and the rest of the officers and common soldiers of Council's army have to worry about just now is the strange changes that have been and are coming over the man who owns the power of life or death over us all, GrandStrahteegos Thoheeks Pahvlos the Warlike. And with him in mind, I had best mention now that you are going to have to pay your squadron out of your own purse again, this month . .

. and no doubt but that Pawl of Vawn will be needing to borrow from you again to pay his Horseclansmen, too. Captain-of-pikes Guhsz Hehluh, canny, maybe presci-ent old b.a.s.t.a.r.d that he is, insisted on six months' pay in advance, last spring."

"What in the holy name of . . . ? Portos, have you any faintest idea just what he is up to? It's not that I mind seeing my officers and troopers paid out of my personal funds, nor is it all that much of a strain onmy a.s.sets-yet-but it is not at all the wisest course for a commanding officer to follow: to hold back the due monthly stipends of hardworking, hard-marching, hard-fighting soldiers who have won for him and Council every battle he has put them to for years, now," declared Bralos.

Portos sighed. "I know, I know and you know and one would think that with all his years of experience with armieshe would know, as well. At the meeting of senior officers last week, he declared his intention to take the army, all of it, on a long march that might result in some fighting before it was over. Up to the old royal capital and back here, refit and resupply, then back on the march over to Sahvahnahspolis ..."

"And for sure heavy casualties from the accursed swampers," Bralos half-snarled. "Not to think even of the way the horses and the rest of us will suffer from the heat, the insects, snakes, foul water, krohkohthe-hliohsee and G.o.d alone knows what other h.e.l.lish afflic-tions. Why the h.e.l.l try to pick trouble with the swampers, anyway? And just what has his mad sched-ule of marchings got to do with his withholding of his army's pay and allowances? Doesn't he know that a good many of the officers and even a few of the common soldiers have wives and children around and about this camp who need money on which to live, since they cannot draw army rations, usually?"

"As I said . . ." began Portos, then paused. "Oh, that's right, you were not there at the commencement of our discussion this evening, Bralos. Well, at last week's senior officers' conference, Pahvlos harangued us all at length, and with more heat than was neces-sary, in regard to the fact that one of the princ.i.p.al things wrong with this army, one of the significant ways in which it differed, to its true detriment, from the old, royal army, was that it contained far too many womanizing men. He declared that he was of the conviction that the company of women and the breeding of children, so far as common soldiers or officers who were not landholders was concerned, should be activities not to be engaged in while still on active service, but rather after retirement. He ordered us to encourage any married or near-married men in those two categories to put aside the women and disown the children. He then suggested that we put our troops to scouring the settlements around the camp perimeters of any females of any ages, cla.s.s or calling."

"Portos, has he gone stark mad, then?" asked Bralos, with obvious concern. "Should he try to enforce some-thing so heinous on Council's army, he'll precipitate a true mutiny, they'll tear him to pieces, him and any officer or man who tries to come between them and him. For, after all, many of the officers and some of the common soldiers, as well, are in no way or means career warriors, they serve as they do-and that's d.a.m.ned well, as you and I both know and as the GrandStrahteegos should know-because of a sincere desire to help Council bring peace to our borders and order within them. That's why I'm still forking a horse up here at Mehseepolis instead of going about setting myvahrohnoseeahn to rights down south. And I serve you fair warning, friend and Senior CaptainThoheeks Portos, before I see my men pushed to the point of mutiny against legal authority, I'll take them all and ride south to my own lands and the GrandStrahteegos Thoheeks Pahvlos can take his b.u.mboy and his crack-pate ideas about running an army and march straight into the lowest, foulest, hottest pit of h.e.l.l."

Chapter VI.

The cat-footed, silent servants presented basins of warm, sweet-scented water on which rose petals floated to each ofThoheeks Sitheeros' guests as well as to their master himself, followed by soft, fluffy cotton towels. Others came in to take away the trays which held the foodstuffs, but when they made to bear away the dregs of the wine, thethoheeks spoke.

"Bring another decanter of that vintage. There's still the end of a tale I'd hear." He turned, smiling, back to Captain-of-squadron Bralos and said, "Have you the time to indulge me, my boy?"

Bralos replied, "But ... but I would've thought that, as a member of Council, you surely would've heard it all, long since, my lord."

Thethoheeks nodded. "Most a.s.suredly, in several versions, too, but I'd hear yours as well, if I may."

Bralos shrugged. "I am, of course, at my lordThoheeks' command."

ThoheeksSitheeros settled back in his chair, smil-ing. "Very well, now, how much rest was granted you after your whirlwind campaign in the foothills?"

Bralos laughed once, a harsh bark. "Three whole days, my lord, then orders came down through cavalry brigade headquarters that I and the other squadron captains should have our units ready for the road within two weeks. In the interim, all common soldiers were to be restricted to the environs of the camp, save only when on organized details without it. Lancers and light infantry were to regularly patrol the perimeter and enforce this promulgation to the extreme of bare steel, if necessary. Expressly forbidden to enter the camp precincts were women of any description or hawk-ers of wine, beer or cider, although this last was to not include any merchants or vintners supplying officers, of course."

Upon announcement of this last enormity of sense-lessness, two of Bralos' troop-lieutenants sought words with the captain upon behalf of married sergeants whose wives lived in the peripheries of the camp, and after hearing them out, Bralos called for a horse and rode over to Senior CaptainThoheeks Portos' head-quarters.

But seeing the brigade commander took much more waiting than was at all usual, and when at last he was ushered in and had stated his case, the harried-looking senior captain just shook his head, brusquely, and barked, "Dammit, Bralos, we have to do it because the GrandStrahteegos says we have to do it. If the old man truly considers you and yours to be mercenaries, however, you just might be able to get by with ignor-ing most of these insanities; Guhsz Hehluh intends to do just that and so, too, do all of the Horseclansmen, the artificiers and theeeahtrohsee, I understand."

"And you, my lord Senior CaptainThoheeks ?"asked Bralos. "Your heavy cavalry are as much on loan to this state and this army as are the units commanded by Captains Guhsz Hehluh and Pawl of Vawn, truth to be told. Have you the intention of submitting your offi-cers and troopers to such injustices?"

Portos squirmed his body uneasily. "Let's ... let us just say that I intend to look out for the welfare of my subordinates wherever and whenever and in every con-ceivable way possible, CaptainVahrohnos Bralos, as always in times past has been my wont. Such is always a good practice for any officer of rank-from the very highest to the lowest-to follow, I might add. How-ever, an astute officer, one who makes survival a habit, will recognize superior force and bow to it ... if it all comes down to that. As in battle, if faced with impossible odds and with maneuver impossible or point-less, you have but two options, in reality: withdrawal or suicide.

"And now, my good Bralos, I have no more time for you, unless you have other, meaningful business to broach. Preparing both my own squadron and the brigade for the march would be more than enough to occupy all my waking hours, without this other exer-cise in stupidity, atop all else."

Bralos formally saluted, turned about and departed. He understood, he understood fully. It was butan-other playing of the ancient military game: guard your a.r.s.e and duck your head. He would just have to take to sending out the two married sergeants, the three other sergeants who maintained more or less formal "arrangements" with women and the lieutenant who had married the daughter of a merchant of the lower town as a "detail" each evening and having Keemo-hsahbis, the vintner, bring in his carts enough potables for the entire squadron; such was, he decided, the only sane course to follow in this lunatic war that the GrandStrahteegos seemingly had declared upon his own command. And this was just what he told Captain-of-squadron Chief Pawl Vawn of Vawn when that worthy came riding over that night.

Sloshing the brandied wine about in his cup, the spare, wiry chief remarked, "You know, Bralos, I liked-I really liked-that old man on first meeting and for a long time since, but after all I've seen and heard since you and me and our men got back from this latest campaign up north, I'm beginning to won-der if the old b.a.s.t.a.r.d hasn't traded in all of his brains for a peck of moldy owls.h.i.t or something.

"None of this latest s.h.i.t, not one particle of it, makes any sense at all, you know. He's halved the pay of them as are still getting paid, says it's going to be saved against their retirements. He says, too, that all loot taken in the future has to go to the army-him, in other words-and that he'll see any man as tries to hold out anything looted well striped the first time and hung the next time, no matter what his rank. He has offered an amnesty to any officer or common soldier who took loot and kept it for himself in the past if he now will turn what is left of the worth of that loot over to the GrandStrahteegos ."

Bralos felt a cold chill run the length of his spine, felt the hairs of his nape all ap.r.i.c.kle. "Where did you get this information, Pawl?" he demanded.

The Horseclans chief shrugged. "Part of the s.h.i.t that was laid down while we was gone, is all, Bralos.

Sub-chief Myk, who led the rest of my squadron while we were gone up north, told me about it, and I hunted out the copy of the order from the pile; you've got a copy too, I'd guess, somewhere in your head-quarters. You worried about that Yvuhz dagger you took off them bandits, man? h.e.l.l, d.a.m.n few knows about it, anyway, so just pry out the stones, cover the gold hilt with soft leather and bra.s.s wire and forget about it, that's what I'd do."

"f.u.c.k that dagger!" snarled Bralos. "Were that all of it, I'd give our overly acquisitive GrandStrahteegos that deadly little bauble in a trice and never again think about it."

"Then what?" asked Chief Pawl, looking puzzled.

Bralos sighed. "Strictly speaking-and I'm dead cer-tain that we had best expect everything to be interpreted in the strictest of terms by our commander in future-the windfall that has established my own for-tune could be considered loot."

"No such thing," declared Paw! vehemently. "I wasn't there, then, but I heard about it all from not a few as were. You were given the effects of that slimeball Hahkmukos as suffering-price and loss-price. When informed of how much more you'd found squirreled away in that campaign chest, I've been told, old Thoheeks Grahvos had him a good belly-laugh and said that it was a good thing to have such lucky offi-cers in any army."

"Even so," said Bralos soberly, "I think that I had best consider that the GrandStrahteegos, who has seemed to resent my affluence ever since I managed to buy a squadron, and maybe even before that, has definite designs upon my gold and my lands. I think I had best seek audience with Sub-strahteegos Tomos. Maybe withThoheeks Grahvos, too, for that matter. Have you the time to ride along with me, Pawl?" After conferring with Bralos and hearing out all his worries and baleful presentiments,Sub-strahteegos Thoheeks Tomos Gonsalos sent a galloper with a sealed message tube into Mehseepolis, to the palace of Coun-cil. Bralos followed shortly with Chief Pawl, their two sets of personal guards and a heavy weight of golden Zenos.

ThoheeksGrahvos andThoheeks Mahvros received the two cavalry officers warmly in Grahvos'

high-ceilinged, airy office, offering a fine wine to wash the dust from their throats and even sending orders that their guards be entertained in the quarters of the Coun-cil Guardsmen. Patiently, the two always-busy n.o.blemen listened with clear concentration and patent interest to all that Bralos and Chief Pawl had to tell them. ThenThoheeks Grahvos spoke.

"Gentlemen, did I not know better, know just how much he has done for our Consolidated Thoheek-seeahnee since first he came to us, I might think thatThoheeks Pahvlos has taken it into his head to truly destroy this army of ours, drive the best elements from its ranks, certainly, and possibly instigate full mutiny.