He turned fully back to the swordmaster. "No harm meant," he said. "I just, well, the rumor is-"

"Is wrong," Cazio said firmly.

Hemm held his palms up and out. "Then it's wrong. I stepped in it."

That sounded enough like an apology, so Cazio lowered his sword.

"There's a good lad," Hemm said, clapping his hand on Cazio's shoulder. "Me and your father and that old man there, we saw some times. I was sorry to hear about your papa." He pointed at z'Acatto. "He was the finest leader a band of probucutorii probucutorii ever had. He used to call us his ever had. He used to call us his purcii purcii, his pigs."

"It wasn't a term of affection," z'Acatto said. "It's what you smelled like."

"Sure," Hemm agreed. "And the worst-Whatever happened to that old sow Ospero?"

"He went into business in z'Espino," z'Acatto said. "I saw him a few months ago."

"Business, eh? I can imagine what kind. That's what I should have done. Now see where I am. But it's good to have you here, Ca.s.sro. Me and the boys here are about at our wit's end."

"You couldn't have started far from there," z'Acatto said.

"He was your leader?" Cazio asked Hemm.

"Just me and old Piro there fought in the twenty-year war," Hemm said. "The rest of these are too young."

"Right, but I've heard of him," Jan said.

"Who hasn't?" someone else piped up. "The battle at c.u.mmachio Bridge? Everyone knows that story."

"I don't," Cazio said, sending a sharp look z'Acatto's way.

The men just laughed and seemed to think he was kidding.

"What exactly are you men doing out here?" z'Acatto asked.

"Ask him," Piro said, gesturing at Cazio. "The queen gave us to him to play with, and he fair broke us. The hors.e.m.e.n that didn't die at Dunmrogh rode off and left us, so it's just us infantry left. We've been hounded for days. Gave 'em the slip for a bit, but they've found us again. They're forming up down the road to finish us off. I thought we were dog meat, but with you here I see a chance."

"There's nothing I can do for you that you can't do yourselves," z'Acatto said.

"Gone all humble on us, have you, Ca.s.sro?" Hemm asked. "Come on. We need you."

"No, you don't."

"We've got good men here," Piro said, "but no leader. Now the queen put the young Pachiomadio there in charge of us, didn't she? And he got us in a bad spot. The way we see it, he should get us out of it."

"Right," Jan said. "Help us get back to Eslen."

"It's where we're going, anyway," Cazio said.

"I only agreed to help you find Austra," the old man said. "You're on your own getting back to Anne. But either way, we'll have an easier time slipping out of here alone."

"I see how it is," Piro said. "Can't say I don't understand, even though I hardly believe it coming from you, Ca.s.sro. You were never one to protect your own stang stang when there were them around needed you." when there were them around needed you."

"That was then," z'Acatto said.

"Leave him be," Hemm said. "He was man enough back then for four lifetimes. I owe him my life six times over, so when I die tomorrow, I'll still owe him five."

"After all, z'Acatto," Cazio said, "you've got wine to drink. What's more important?"

"Dog's p.i.s.s on the lot of you," z'Acatto snapped. "And Cazio, you cover your fester hole when you don't know what you're talking about."

"Right," Cazio said. "I've no idea what these fellows are talking about, and whose fault is that? But it doesn't matter. I wish Anne had never put these men in my charge. I wish I had refused her. I'm a swordsman, a good one, but I'm not a soldier and certainly not a leader. But if they're going to fight tomorrow, I have to fight with them."

"Now," Piro said, "that's Mamercio's son." Mamercio's son."

"What about Austra?"

"What about me?" a voice said from behind. He turned to find her leaning against the carriage. "I wouldn't have him do anything else. And I'll be here with him, z'Acatto, and you will, too, because as much as you don't want it in you, as much as you try to drink it away, you have a n.o.ble soul."

Z'Acatto heaved a sigh and looked around.

"Now, that was a pretty speech, lady," Piro said.

Then all eyes turned to z'Acatto. For a moment he had the look of a caged animal, but then Cazio saw something firm up in him.

"All right, purcii, purcii," he said. "We're wasting time. Somebody tell me what we're facing."

"There's ninety of us. Our scout's last count of them was seventy horse, sixty heavy foot, twenty archers."

Z'Acatto looked around at the men. "I make you at about half and half heavy and light. Does that get it?"

"Yes."

"We need a narrow field," he said. "Forest or cliff on our flanks. Anything like that around here?"

"I'll find it," a young rusty-haired fellow said.

"Do it, then," z'Acatto said. "Now, someone talk to me about supplies."

Cazio stayed with z'Acatto, trying to absorb what the old man was doing, to be what help he could, but in the end he felt rather useless. Z'Acatto and the soldiers spoke a language he didn't understand, and it wasn't the patois of the king's tongue, Vitellian, and Almannish but something deeper, rooted in common experience. He said as much to Austra that night when he went to check on her.

"You've marched with soldiers before," she pointed out.

"We marched alongside them," he said. "But I never fought as a soldier. In fact, tomorrow I've no idea what I'll do. I'm not a pikeman, I can't shoot a bow, and a rapier isn't much use in a battle formation."

"Did you have any idea? About z'Acatto?"

"There were hints, I guess. Ospero called him 'Emrature' once, and I knew my father and he fought in the wars, but he wouldn't talk about it. I never imagined that soldiers somewhere were still telling stories about him."

"Well, it sounds like they trust him to lead them," Austra said. "And they know more about what we're up against than we do."

"They have no choice, though. You remember the army we fought at Langraeth? They were all infantry, like these men. Anne's horse destroyed them. It's hard to fight cavalry."

Austra leaned up and kissed him. "We've been in a lot tighter spots than this."

"True," Cazio said. "But those were situations where being a swordsman counted for something."

"You'll always count, Cazio," Austra said. "The saints love you as much as I do."

He smiled. "Errenda gave me you, so I know she loves me. I'm pretty sure Fiussa has a soft spot for me."

"Courting two female saints? That could lead to trouble."

He felt a guilty little start and then another at the novel feeling of guilt.

"I don't think I'll be courting any other women, saints or no," he said, suddenly feeling very out of sorts.

"I was just joking, Cazio."

"I'm not," he heard himself say. "In fact, I hope that you'll agree to marry me."

She frowned. "Look, don't joke," she said.

"I'm not. I can't offer you much more than you see, but I'll give you that."

She just stared at him. "You really do think we're about to be killed, don't you?"

"That's not it," he said. "I love you, Austra. I've just figured out how much, and I feel foolish for not knowing it earlier, for not marrying you the day we set foot in Eslen. I hope you'll forgive me for that."

"I really do," she said, her eyes watering. She kissed him, and it lasted a long time.

"Just another reason we have to go to Eslen," he said, stroking her hair. "I have to ask Anne's permission to steal you away."

"She's already given it," Austra said. "She told me before she sent me away. She said she's going to create you a duke or something and give me leave to marry you."

"Duke?" Cazio said.

"Or some t.i.tle. Lord Dunmrogh, maybe."

"I have a t.i.tle already," he said. "It's not much of one, but I was born with it."

"You can have more than one, you know."

"Hmm. Duke Cazio. Duoco Cazio. Duoco Cazio. That doesn't sound half-bad." That doesn't sound half-bad."

Something rustled outside, and then there was a tap on the carriage door. He opened it, and found Jan standing there.

"Aeken found a place," the soldier informed them. The Emrature wants us there before sunup, so gangen we now."

The march took them about a league east to an old levee on the Saint Sephod River, and once there they went to work quickly, cutting stakes and digging trenches. The latter was easy, because the field the embankment looked down on had been plowed that spring and the soil was loose, without roots or other hindrances to the spade.

Z'Acatto paced about with more sustained energy than Cazio had ever seen in him. He wasn't even sure if the old man was drunk.

Taking a break from digging, Cazio went up on the levee to see how things were forming up.

On his right the field gave way to low, swampy forest, but on the left it was relatively unbounded. The carriage and the two remaining wagons of their supply train were drawn up as barriers there, but Cazio didn't imagine they would offer much protection. The dirt in front of the levee now had three wide toothy grins of stakes and trenches.

Z'Acatto joined him.

"Had enough of digging?" he asked.

"I'll go back to it in a moment," Cazio said. He gestured at the field. "Why have you backed us against a river? We can't retreat."

"That's a funny thing for you to say," z'Acatto replied. "I've never heard you talk about retreating before."

"It's not just me here."

The old man nodded. "Right. That's what I hate about it. You see?"

"I'm starting to," Cazio said. "But I wish you had told me more."

"I've just been trying to forget all that," the old man said. "I never meant for you to have anything to do with this sort of business."

"It's not your fault. My own choices led me here."

"I'm not disputing that," z'Acatto replied.

"So why no retreat?"

Z'Acatto shrugged. "They have greater numbers, and we don't have enough pikes to make an effective battle square. We need our backs and flanks safe."

"The left flank looks pretty open."

"It'll slow a cavalry charge," z'Acatto said. "It's the best we can do, given the time we have. Anyway, retreat isn't an option. We have to win. If we don't, we're done."

"What if they bring more men than we think?"

"Our scouts are pretty good. They might pick up another man or two, but for some reason the bulk of Hespero's forces seem to be going east."

"East? What's east?"

"I've no idea, nor do I care. We've problems enough here."

"Can we win?"

Z'Acatto lifted his hands but didn't answer in words.