Codex Alera 01 - Furies Of Calderon Part 25

"It was you. That's why she was trying to draw her father back from juris macto juris macto with yours. She wasn't raped." with yours. She wasn't raped."

Aric rubbed at the back of his neck. "We... we liked each other. Got together when there was a Meet or a Fair. Her little brother found us. Too young to know what he saw. I got out before he seen who I was. But he went running to her father, and how could she tell him she'd been making time with one of Kord's Kord's sons." He spat the words with disgust. "She didn't say much, I guess, and her old man made up his own mind what happened." sons." He spat the words with disgust. "She didn't say much, I guess, and her old man made up his own mind what happened."

"Oh, furies," Isana said, sadly. "Aric, why didn't you say anything?"

"Say what?" Aric said, flicking a hard glance at her. "Tell my father that I loved a girl and wanted to marry her. Bring her here here?" He gestured around the smokehouse with one hand. "Or maybe I should have been all honorable and went to her father. Do you think he would have listened to me? Do you think for a second Warner wouldn't have strangled me where I stood?"

Isana rubbed a shaking hand at her eyes. "I'm sorry. Aric, I'm sorry. We've all... known that your father was... that he'd gone too far. But we didn't do anything. We didn't know things were this bad at his stead-holt."

"Too late for all of that now." Aric dropped the bucket and headed for the door. "Too late for all of that now." Aric dropped the bucket and headed for the door. "It's not," Isana said. "Wait. Just listen to me, Aric. Please." "It's not," Isana said. "Wait. Just listen to me, Aric. Please." He stopped, his back still to her. He stopped, his back still to her.

"You know him," she said. "He'll kill us. But if you help us get out, I'll help you, I swear by all the furies. I'll help you get away if you want to. I'll help you settle things with Warner. If you do love the girl, you might be able to be with her if you do the right thing."

"Help both of you? That woman was trying to kill you last night." He looked back at her. "Why would you help her?"

"I wouldn't leave any woman here, Aric," Isana said, voice quiet, calm. "I wouldn't leave anyone to him. Not anymore. I won't let him keep doing this."

"You can't stop him." Aric's voice was tired. "You can't. Not here. He's a Citizen."

"That's right. And so is my brother. Bernard will call him to juris macto juris macto. And he'll win, too. We both know that." She stood up, facing Aric, and lifted her chin. "Break the circle. Bring me water. Help us escape."

There was silence for a long moment.

"He'd kill me," Aric said then, his voice numb. "He's said so before. I believe him. Bittan was his favorite. He'd kill me, and he'd get the whole story, and he'd get Heddy, too."

"Not if we stop him. Aric, it doesn't have to be this way. Help me. Let me help you."

"I can't," he said. He looked back at her and said, quietly, "Isana, I can't. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for you and for that girl. But he's my only blood. He's a monster. But he's all I have." The young man turned and left, shutting the door to the smokehouse behind him. Isana heard several heavy bolts sliding shut on the outside. Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance, a growling, sleepy leftover of the previous night's tempest.

Inside the smokehouse, the coals popped and simmered. Inside the smokehouse, the coals popped and simmered. Odiana breathed slowly, quietly. Odiana breathed slowly, quietly. Isana bowed her head, staring at the woman, at the collar about her throat. She remembered Odiana's frantic pleas to kill her. Isana bowed her head, staring at the woman, at the collar about her throat. She remembered Odiana's frantic pleas to kill her. Isana lifted her hand to her own throat and s.h.i.+vered. Isana lifted her hand to her own throat and s.h.i.+vered. Then she sank back to the ground, her head bowed. Then she sank back to the ground, her head bowed.

Chapter 29

Amara's ankle burned and ached, and she fought to keep her labored breathing from turning into a panting gasp. Bernard, running through the ice and snow-covered trees several yards ahead of her, reached a small rise and vanished down the other side. She followed him, stumbling at the last pace, and threw herself into the ditch behind the little rise with a crunching of snow and frozen leaves.

Bernard put his hand on her back, steadying her, and lifted a hand to hold it in front of her mouth and block the wisps of vapor escaping with each exhalation. His eyes went distant, and then she felt him pull the veil over them.

Shadows s.h.i.+fted and changed in subtle patterns over her skin, as the trees around them sighed and rustled as though in a wind. The frozen brush did not seem to move so much as to have simply grown into a screen over them, and the sudden scent of earth and crushed plants flooded over them, veiling even that much evidence of their presence.

Only a few seconds later, they heard hoof falls in the forest behind them, and Amara moved enough to peer over the rise at the direction in which they'd come.

"Won't they see our tracks?" she whispered in a rough gasp of breath.

Bernard shook his head, his face drawn, weary. "No," he whispered. "Trees lost some leaves in some places. Gra.s.s stirred enough to move the snow in others. And it's all ice, sleet. Shadows are helping hide more."

Amara sunk slowly back down behind the rise, frowning at him. "Are you all right?"

"Tired," he said, and closed his eyes. "They're Knights. Their furies are on unfamiliar ground, but they're strong. Starting to have trouble misdirecting them."

"Fidelias has pulled out all the stops if he's started a general hunt for us. That means he'll accelerate the plans for attack as well. How close are we to Garrison?"

"Few hundred yards to the edge of the trees," Bernard said. "Then half a mile of open ground. Anything at this end of the Valley will be able to see us."

"Can you earth-wave us across it?" "Can you earth-wave us across it?" Bernard shook his head. "Tired." Bernard shook his head. "Tired." "Can we run it?" "Can we run it?" "Not with your leg," Bernard said. "And with them mounted. They'd just ride us down and spit us." "Not with your leg," Bernard said. "And with them mounted. They'd just ride us down and spit us."

Amara nodded and waited until the sound of the riders had drifted away from them, off in another direction. "Half a mile. If it comes to that, I might be able to carry us. Those riders are using earth furies, yes?"

Bernard nodded. "Some wood." Bernard nodded. "Some wood." "Either way, we'll be away from them in the open and in the air." "Either way, we'll be away from them in the open and in the air." "And if they have Knights Aeris with them?" "And if they have Knights Aeris with them?"

"I'll just have to be faster," Amara said. She squinted up. "I still haven't seen anyone. It would be a strain to hold position overhead with so little wind, unless they were so high in the air that the clouds were giving them cover-and that would hide us as well."

Bernard s.h.i.+vered and touched the ground with one hand. "Hold on." His voice had a strained note to it, and he let his breath out again a moment later with a low groan in it. "They're close. We can't stay here any longer. The earth is too hard. Difficult to hide us."

"I'm ready," Amara said. "I'm ready," Amara said. Bernard nodded, opening his eyes, his face set in lines of grim and weary determination. They rose and headed through the woods. Bernard nodded, opening his eyes, his face set in lines of grim and weary determination. They rose and headed through the woods. It only took a few moments to get to the end of the trees and to the open ground that led up to Garrison. It only took a few moments to get to the end of the trees and to the open ground that led up to Garrison.

The place was a fortress. There, two of the mountains that rose up all around them fell together into an enormous V V. At the point of the Valley between them lay the grim grey walls of Garrison, stretching across the mouth of the Valley and blocking entry into it from the lands beyond with expansive, grim efficiency. The wall stretched across the mouth of the Valley from the Marat lands beyond, twenty feet high and nearly as thick, all of smooth grey stone, its walls surmounted by parapets and crenelation. The gleaming forms of armored legionares legionares stood at regular posts along the wall, draped in cloaks of scarlet and gold, the colors of the High Lord of Riva. stood at regular posts along the wall, draped in cloaks of scarlet and gold, the colors of the High Lord of Riva.

Behind the wall stood the rest of Garrison, a blocky fortress laid out in a Legion square with ten-foot walls, a marching camp constructed of stone rather than of wood and earth. Fewer guards stood on the walls there, though they were not absent. Outbuildings had grown up around the outside of Garrison, impermanent and slapdash structures that nonetheless had somehow managed to acquire the air of solidity that accompanied a small town. The rear gates of Garrison stood open, and the causeway wound across the Valley and up to them. People drifted around, walking briskly from building to building and moving in and out of the gates to the camp proper. Children scampered around in the ice and snow, playing as they always did. Amara could see dogs, horses, a pen of sheep, and the smoke of dozens of fires.

"There's the gate," she said.

"Right," said Bernard. "We head for that. I know the men stationed out here, for the most part. We shouldn't have any trouble getting to Gram. Just remember: Be polite and respectful."

"All right," Amara said, impatient.

"I mean it," Bernard said. "Gram's got a quick temper, and he's more than capable of tossing us into holding cells until he cools off. Don't test him."

"I won't," Amara said. "Can you tell if they're getting any closer to us?"

Bernard shook his head, grimacing.

"Then we go across. Keep your eyes open, and if you see anyone coming, we'll get into the air." Amara glanced across the plain and swept her eyes across the sky one last time, winced as she put weight on her injured ankle, and started off toward Garrison at a limping lope. Bernard shuffled along several paces behind her, his footsteps heavy.

The run seemed to take forever, and Amara nearly twisted her ankle again, more than once, as she turned her head this way and that, watching for pursuit.

But for all their fear of being ridden down in the open ground, they reached the outbuildings and then the guarded gates to Garrison itself without incident.

A pair of young legionares legionares stood on guard at the gates, their expressions bored, heavy cloaks worn against the cold, spears held negligently in gloved hands. One of them was unshaven (strictly against Legion regulations, Amara knew), and the other wore a cloak that did not seem to be of standard Legion issue, either, its fabric finer, its colors unmatched. stood on guard at the gates, their expressions bored, heavy cloaks worn against the cold, spears held negligently in gloved hands. One of them was unshaven (strictly against Legion regulations, Amara knew), and the other wore a cloak that did not seem to be of standard Legion issue, either, its fabric finer, its colors unmatched.

"Hold," said the unshaven guard in a flat tone. "State your name and purpose of your visit." "Hold," said the unshaven guard in a flat tone. "State your name and purpose of your visit." Amara deferred to Bernard, glancing back at the Stead-holder. Amara deferred to Bernard, glancing back at the Stead-holder. Bernard frowned at the two men. "Where is Centurion Giraldi?" Bernard frowned at the two men. "Where is Centurion Giraldi?" The one in the cloak gave Bernard a blank look. "Hey," he said. "Clodhopper. In case you didn't notice, we're the soldiers here-" The one in the cloak gave Bernard a blank look. "Hey," he said. "Clodhopper. In case you didn't notice, we're the soldiers here-" "And Citizens," put in the other in a surly tone. "And Citizens," put in the other in a surly tone.

"And Citizens," the guard in the fine cloak said. "So we'll ask the questions, if that's all right with you. State your name and the purpose of your visit."

Bernard narrowed his eyes. "I suppose you boys are new to the Valley. I am Stead-holder Bernard, and I am here to see Count Gram."

Both soldiers broke out in snickers.

"Yes, well," the unshaven one said, "The Count is a busy man. He doesn't have time for visiting with every scruffy clodhopper about every little problem that comes up."

Bernard took a deep breath. "I understand that," he said. "Nonetheless, I am well within my rights to request to see him immediately on a matter of urgency to his holdings."

The unshaven guard shrugged. "You aren't a Citizen, clodhopper. You don't have any rights that I know of."

Amara's temper flashed, her patience evaporating. "We do not have time for this," she snapped. She turned to the guard in the fine cloak and said, "Garrison could be in danger of attack. We need to warn Gram about it, and let him react as he thinks fit."

The guards glanced at each other and then at Amara. "Look at that," the unshaven one drawled. "A girl. And here I thought that was just a skinny boy."

His partner leered. "I suppose we could always take off those breeches and find out."

Bernard narrowed his eyes. The Stead-holder's fist lashed out, and the young legionare legionare in the fine cloak landed in a senseless sprawl on the snow. in the fine cloak landed in a senseless sprawl on the snow.

His unshaven partner blinked down at the unconscious young man and then up at Bernard. He reached for his spear, but Bernard spoke sharply, and the weapon's haft bowed, then straightened again, writhing out of the guard's reach and bounding away. The guard let out a short shriek and reached for his dagger.

Bernard stepped close to the young man and clutched his wrist, holding his hand at his belt. "Son. Don't be stupid. You'd best go get your superior officer."

"You can't do that," the guard sputtered. "I'll throw you in irons."

"I just did it," Bernard said. "And if you don't want me to do it again, you'll go get your centurion." Then he gave the young man a stiff shove, sending him clattering backward and falling into the snow at the base of the wall.

The guard swallowed and then bolted, running inside.

Amara looked from the guard in the snow to Bernard and asked, "Polite and respectful, eh?"

Bernard's face flushed. "They might be spoiled city boys, but they're Legion, by the furies. They should treat women with more respect." He rubbed at his hair. "And show more respect to a Stead-holder, I suppose."

Amara smiled, but didn't say anything. Bernard flushed even brighter and coughed, looking away.

The unshaven guard emerged from the guardhouse with a half-dressed centurion, a young man little older than him. The centurion blinked stupidly at Bernard for a minute, then gave the guard a terse order, before stumbling back into the guardhouse to march off a moment later, still only half-dressed.

Several legionares legionares gathered around the gate, and to Bernard's relief he recognized a few of the men from previous visits to Garrison. A few moments later, a grizzled old man dressed in a civilian tunic, but with the bearing and mien of a soldier, came walking briskly out of the gates, wisps of white hair drifting around his bald pate. gathered around the gate, and to Bernard's relief he recognized a few of the men from previous visits to Garrison. A few moments later, a grizzled old man dressed in a civilian tunic, but with the bearing and mien of a soldier, came walking briskly out of the gates, wisps of white hair drifting around his bald pate.

"Stead-holder Bernard," he said, critically, eyeing the Stead-holder. "You don't look so good." He made no particular comment about the condition of the guard lying in the snow, leaning down to rest his fingertips lightly on the young man's temples.

"Healer Harger," Bernard responded. "Did I hit him too hard?"

"Can't hit a head that thick too hard," Harger muttered. Then cackled. "Oh, he'll have a headache when he wakes up. I've been waiting for this to happen."

"New recruits?"

Harger stood up and paid little further attention to the young guard in the snow. "The better part of two whole cohorts down from Riva herself. Citizens' sons, almost all of them. Not enough sense to carry salt in a storm among the whole lot."

Bernard grimaced. "I need to get to Gram. Fast, Harger." Bernard grimaced. "I need to get to Gram. Fast, Harger." Harger frowned, tilting his head to one side and studying Bernard. "What's happened?" Harger frowned, tilting his head to one side and studying Bernard. "What's happened?" "Get me to Gram," Bernard said. "Get me to Gram," Bernard said. Harger shook his head. "Gram's... been indisposed." Harger shook his head. "Gram's... been indisposed." Amara blinked. "He's sick?" Amara blinked. "He's sick?"

Harger snorted. "Sick of rich boys who expect to be treated like invalids instead of legionares legionares, maybe." He shook his head. "You'll have to talk to his truth-finder, Bernard."

"Olivia? Get her on down here."

"No," Harger said, and grimaced. "Livvie's youngest came to term, and she went back to Riva to help with the birth. Now we've got-"

"Centurion," bawled a high, nasal voice. "What's going on down here? Who is in charge of this gate? What foolishness is this?"

Harger rolled his eyes. "We've got Pluvus Pentius instead. Good luck, Bernard." Harger stooped down and scooped up the unconscious young legionare legionare, tossing him over one shoulder with a grunt, and then headed back inside the fort.

Pluvus Pentius turned out to be a slight young man with watery blue eyes and a decided overbite. He wore the crimson and gold of a Rivan officer, though his uniform tended to sag around the shoulders and stretched a bit over the belly. The officer slouched toward them through the snow, squinting in disapproval.

"Now see here," Pluvus said. "I don't know who you people are, but a.s.saulting a soldier on duty is a Realm offense." He drew a sheaf of papers from his tunic and peered at them, flipping through several pages. Then he turned and looked around him. "Yes, here it is, a Realm offense. Centurion? Arrest both of them and see them to the holding cells-"

"Excuse me," Bernard interrupted. "But there's a more important matter at hand, sir. I am Stead-holder Bernard, and it is vital that I speak to Count Gram at once."

Pluvus blinked up at them. "Excuse me?"

Bernard repeated himself.

Pluvus frowned. "Highly irregular." He consulted his pages again. "No, I don't think the Count is receiving pet.i.tions today. He holds a regular court every week, and all such matters are to be presented to him then, and in writing at least three days ahead of time."

"There's no time for that," Bernard blurted. "It's vital to the safety of this valley that we speak to him at once. You are his truth-finder, aren't you? Surely you can tell that we're being honest with you."

Pluvus froze, peering up at Amara over the pages. He looked from her to Bernard and back. "Are you challenging my authority here, farmer? I a.s.sure you that I am fully qualified and can-"

Amara flashed Bernard a warning glance. "Sir, please. We just need to see Gram."

Pluvus drew himself up stiffly, his lips pressed together. "Impossible," he stated flatly. "Court is two days hence, but we have not received a written pet.i.tion to be filed for that date. Therefore you will have to submit your pet.i.tion to me in, let's see, no more than six days' time, in order to be received by the Count at next week's court-and that is a matter entirely separate from an a.s.sault upon a legionare legionare-and a Citizen, at that! Centurion! Take them into custody."

An older soldier with several younger legionares legionares behind him stepped forward toward Bernard. "Sir, under the authority vested in me by my rank and at the order of my commanding officer, I place you under arrest Please surrender your weapons and cease and desist any current fury-craftings and accompany me to the holding cells where you will be incarcerated and your case brought before the Count." behind him stepped forward toward Bernard. "Sir, under the authority vested in me by my rank and at the order of my commanding officer, I place you under arrest Please surrender your weapons and cease and desist any current fury-craftings and accompany me to the holding cells where you will be incarcerated and your case brought before the Count."

Bernard growled and set his jaw. "Fine," he said, and flexed his fists. "Have it your way. Maybe a few more broken heads will get me to see Gram that much faster."

The legionares legionares came toward Bernard, but the centurion hesitated, frowning. "Stead-holder," he said, carefully. "This shouldn't have to get ugly." came toward Bernard, but the centurion hesitated, frowning. "Stead-holder," he said, carefully. "This shouldn't have to get ugly."

Pluvus rolled his eyes. "Centurion, arrest arrest this man and his companion You have no idea how much paperwork I have to do already. My time is precious." this man and his companion You have no idea how much paperwork I have to do already. My time is precious."

"Bernard," Amara said, and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Wait."

Bernard faced the oncoming soldiers, his brow darkening, and the ground let out a faint tremble. The soldiers stopped in their tracks, their expressions nervous. "Come on," the big Stead-holder growled. "I haven't got all day."

"Get out of my way!" thundered a voice from within the gates Amara blinked, startled at the tone. A man in a rumpled and wine stained s.h.i.+rt thrust his way through the crowd watching the altercation. He wasn't tall, but had a barrel for a chest and a jaw that looked heavy and hard enough to break stones upon, covered by a curling beard of fiery red. His hair, shorn short, was of a similar color, though patchy with batches of grey that made his scalp look like a battleground, with troops in scarlet struggling to hold terrain against a grey-clad foe. His eyes were deep under heavy brows, bloodshot, and angry. He walked barefoot in the snow, and steam curled up from his footprints "What in the name of all the furies is going on here?" he demanded, voice booming. "Bernard? Flame and thunder, man, what the crows do you think you're doing to my garrison?"

"Oh!" said Pluvus, his pages fluttering nervously. "Sir, I didn't know you were out of bed yet. That is, sir, I didn't know that you'd be up today I was just taking care of this for you."

The man came to a swaying halt and planted his fists on his hips. He glared at Pluvus and then at Bernard. "Harger woke me out of a perfectly good stupor for this," he snapped. "So it had better be good."