Rahl was both pleased and slightly irritated, but he kept the irritation behind his shields. How many times had he had to hold shields against powerful mages besides Taryl? “I’m still learning. I haven’t been around many mages with abilities like yours, ser.”
“That may be, but when you are, it may be too late to learn.”
“Did they say anything else, ser?”
“They allowed me to pay my respects, and they’ll be joining me for dinner. We have a longer meeting scheduled for tomorrow when they’re more rested. They feel that they should be present when we confront Golyat in Sastak.”
That bothered Rahl, although he could not say why, especially since that would place more strong mage-guards against Golyat.
“That will make matters interesting, although it will strengthen the forces we present to Golyat.”
“I would not have expected them to come here,” Rahl temporized.
“They could not do otherwise once the port was open, not and claim that they supported the Emperor.” Taryl glanced toward the door. “I need to prepare for dinner, but I’d like you to plan on meeting at this time every day while the Triads are here, in addition to the morning meetings.”
“Yes, ser.”
After he left Taryl, Rahl went to find Deybri, but she was not in the staff dining chamber, nor in her room. He finally found her sitting on one of the stone benches in the walled garden below the balcony off the grand dining salon.
“I’ve been looking for you,” Rahl said quietly. “Might I join you?”
She nodded.
“I’m sorry about this morning,” he said as he settled onto the backless stone bench, straddling the end so that he faced her.
“You have nothing to be sorry about. I’m the one…”
Rahl took her left hand, gently. What could he say? “I didn’t mean to overwhelm you, or upset you. The shields…Taryl told me again, just a few moments ago, that I needed to do better.”
“Rahl…you do…but don’t follow Taryl all the way….”
“You know something about him, don’t you?”
“I asked him the other day why he had been so good to us, and I told him that it couldn’t have been just for the mage-guard and Hamor. He gave me a sad smile. Do you know what he said?”
Rahl could imagine, but he shook his head.
“He said that he’d once been too young and too driven. He almost said more. He didn’t have to.”
“That makes it so hard,” Rahl said slowly. “I feel like…if I do what I must to survive…I’ll lose you. If I don’t, I’ll lose you another way.”
“You…you have to work on your shields. I can’t…” She dropped her eyes.
Rahl could sense the effort she made to avoid tears. “I could just use partial shields,” he offered, “when I’m with you, but I worry about that, too.”
She lifted her head, and her eyes met his. “You can’t do that. In time, I’d wonder what you were hiding, even if you hid nothing, and you’d try to protect me, and that would make me suspicious.”
Hard as it was, Rahl just held her hand and waited, taking in her gold-flecked eyes and the warmth behind them.
Deybri turned more toward him and extended her other hand. She swallowed. “This is hard. I never thought I’d find love, and I never thought it would be so wonderful and so painful.”
“I didn’t, either.”
She straightened slightly. “I’ve asked you to be honest, and I have to do the same.”
Rahl winced within. Was she going to refuse him, to say that love wasn’t enough?
“I’m not a great healer or a great mage, and you will be one, but you aren’t yet.” Deybri pursed her lips, and her eyes dropped, but only for a moment. “The kind of love we have, and will have, is not halfhearted. Nor is the kind of magery you possess.”
As if a sudden light had illuminated the fading glow in the garden, Rahl understood where Deybri’s words were leading, but he forced himself to listen, because Deybri needed to voice those words herself.
“You won’t be complete, and who you should and must be, not until you finish what you’ve begun with Taryl. You don’t do anything halfway, not anymore. If I become all of your life, now…” She shook her head.
“What do you see, then?” Rahl barely spoke the words.
“I…don’t know. I only know that consorting you now is wrong, and not consorting you is even more wrong.”
“You will consort me, then, when the time is right?”
“I can only say that I will consort you—but not until after whatever happens at Sastak.”
I will consort you. Her thought was even stronger than her words.
Rahl could feel the burning in his own eyes, and he eased forward and enfolded her in his arms. Their lips met.
LXXXVII
Twoday passed rapidly, doubtless because Rahl felt as though he walked and rode without effort. Almost from the moment he had first seen her, he had known that Deybri was the only woman for him, but that had not meant that she had felt the same—or wanted to. Still, as he went about his duties, he did have to make an effort to keep from smiling all the time. He’d also had to promise Deybri that he would not talk about what the future might bring for the two of them until after the revolt was completely put down.
The joy of knowing of her love had momentarily distracted him from Taryl’s inquiry about Rahl’s question after the battle of Thalye, but he knew that Taryl had asked to jog him into thinking about it. As he entered the Administrator’s Residence on threeday, Rahl was reminded once more. How could he have forgotten? He still recalled his reaction and how he had felt—as if he could never do enough to satisfy Taryl.
Taryl had just said something like, “Oh, that.”
Why was Taryl bringing it up now, when Rahl was riding from point to point trying to get more things working throughout the city, when everyone wanted his or her problems resolved…?
Rahl suddenly stiffened and stopped. That was it! No one, especially not an officer or an administrator, could ever meet everyone’s expectations. After the past eightdays, that had become more than clear, but he just hadn’t related it to what Taryl had said.
His smile was ironic as he started up the stairs. When he finally eased past Falyka and into the Regional Administrator’s study, he found Taryl standing by the window, looking out at a gray sea under a greenish gray sky.
“Quite a good view, ser,” Rahl observed.
Taryl half turned. “I actually would prefer the villa of the regional overcommander of the mage-guards, but people believe in symbols, and they need the symbol of a regional administrator in the Residence, temporary as that may be, since we’ll be leaving to deal with Sastak and wiping up the last part of the revolt.” Pointing to his left at the villa with the blue-tile roof, Taryl snorted. “That was more than large enough for me. It’s considered quite modest, even if it is large enough for two families, with room to spare, not that the overcommander here has ever had a young family before.”
Rahl looked. The overcommander’s villa still didn’t look modest to him—except in comparison to the massive Administrator’s Residence. The smaller villa was still two stories with a blue-tile roof and a covered balcony terrace overlooking the harbor. It had its own carriage house and a walled garden, not to mention the nearby barracks with the quarters for three officers, one of which Rahl had been enjoying—and feeling guilty at times when he thought of how poorly the other officers were quartered.
“We’ve gotten confirmation that Golyat has indeed arrived in Sastak. Also, some of the forces that were to the southeast of here have withdrawn to Sastak. The fast frigate that arrived in the harbor early this morning carried a dispatch from Commander Shuchyl. Elmari is back under Imperial control. Even though he had Fourth Regiment as well as the Fifth, there wasn’t much resistance, and the locals had actually captured some of Golyat’s lackeys before the commander reached the city….”
Something about that bothered Rahl
, but a lot of things seemed somehow wrong to him, and he couldn’t say why.
“…the Fourth Regiment has been embarked on two cruisers and will be here tomorrow, and we will be setting out for Sastak on fiveday. Rather, you and Third Company will be, with the bulk of First and Second Army to follow on sixday.” Taryl walked to the table desk, where he picked up a short sheaf of dispatches, which he then handed to Rahl. “I’d like you to go over these and sort through them. Set aside any that you think reveal a problem. I’d like your thoughts and recommendations on those.” Taryl paused. “Those are the only copies, and I’ll need them. Just use the table in the adjoining chamber. That was Golyat’s aide’s study. Leave both doors ajar, the one to the corridor and the one to this study.”
“Ser?”
“I’m certain you’ve already noted that few indeed are to be trusted. While you’re going through those, you’re to keep full shields—the kind that only suggest you’re a minor mage-guard at best.” Taryl offered an ironic smile. “Try not to be more than that while you’re looking them over.”
Rahl barely concealed the wince he felt.
“Sometimes, Rahl, it’s better to conceal power than reveal it unnecessarily. That way you don’t warn your enemies.” After a pause, Taryl added, “At the same time, I’d like you to observe anyone who comes to see me, but in a way that they don’t notice.”
“Yes, ser.” Rahl didn’t like the assignment, but he smiled pleasantly, keeping his feelings behind shields.
“Good.” Taryl stood.
Rahl walked toward the aide’s study, and Taryl followed, closing the door after Rahl until it was ajar barely a crack. Then Rahl settled into the wooden chair at the table to read the dispatches.
The first was one Taryl had mentioned before—Shuchyl’s report on the taking of Elmari. The events suggested that the port town had never been that strongly supportive of Golyat, nor had it been that heavily garrisoned, even with the reinforcements of the harbor fortifications. Hadn’t Taryl known that? Rahl frowned. Why hadn’t Taryl just attacked Elmari in the beginning? Then he smiled wryly because he was thinking that Taryl had been in charge of the campaign at the time. But Taryl had not been and had not had that choice.
He set aside the first dispatch and began to read the second, a short report from Commander Muyr relaying a longer request from an engineer about the need for oils and wax for fire-bladders to replace those expended in taking the barricades.
Rahl read through five dispatches and picked up the sixth, his eyes widening and his patience further evaporating as he read the long and pedantic harangue by a Commander Duchym, whom Rahl did not know, about the lack of adequate quarters for senior officers in Nubyat, followed by a recommendation that “appropriate” local dwellings be requisitioned for said officers. Rahl set that aside and was about to pick up the next when he sensed the approach of powerful chaos-forces—the two Triads.
Rahl immediately allowed his surface feelings and thoughts to dwell on the pettiness and the stupidity of Commander Duchym, while still receiving what order-chaos thoughts and impressions that he could. He also used his own order-senses to boost his hearing, a use of order within himself that should not be detectable, although in his experience even the strongest of chaos-mages were not so perceptive as order-mages in sensing order-usage.
“Triad Fieryn…Triad Dhoryk, please go in.” Falyka’s voice was coolly pleasant. “The Regional Administrator is expecting you.”
“Most kind of him,” murmured Dhoryk.
“Greetings, honored Triads,” Taryl’s voice was warm and welcoming.
Rahl could detect nothing beyond that, and he had to admire the fashion in which Taryl not only hid what he thought and felt but covered it with feelings to match his words and inflections.
“Greetings, most effective Acting Regional Administrator,” returned Dhoryk.
From that point on, Rahl concentrated on trying to pick up information he did not know or words or phrases that did not quite ring true.
“You asked to be briefed on the schedule…will be heading out on sixday…Third Company leading with reconnaissance in force…anticipate two eightdays to reach the outskirts of Sastak…barring changes in the weather…”
“…rather optimistic…I would say…”
“Taryl has been known for making his optimism work out, Dhoryk…”
“Most fortunately…”
“Would you prefer to join the advance, honored Triads, or to arrive by ship once we control the port there?”
“…proceed with First and Second Army…would seem most efficacious in the case of unexpected magely opposition…”
“…especially given the loss of mage-guards on both sides…”
“…we have most of those with whom we set out…”
“Arms-mages of order, such as the fellow who met us on the piers, may well be overmatched in Sastak.”
“That is always possible, and your presence will certainly strengthen our forces….”
“What do you recommend for dealing with Prince Golyat?”
“That is a matter for you as Triads to determine, assuming that he is not killed in the attack or that he does not flee as he did from Nubyat….”
“…you plan to remain as Regional Mage-Guard Overcommander after this is resolved?”
“…my future lies in the hands of the Triad and of the Emperor, as it always has…”
“Oh, you might be interested to know that Thasylt died rather unexpectedly several eightdays ago…just received word…might you have a recommendation for a successor?”
“You are doubtless more aware of those regional commanders who would work best with the current Triad, but I will most certainly give that some thought.”
“Is there anything to which you do not give thought?”
“Very little…it’s a bad habit of mine…”
Before all that long, the two Triads departed with more meaningless pleasantries.
Although Rahl gathered a vague impression of chaos-tinged dissatisfaction toward the end of the conversation from one of the Triads, he could not tell which one it had been. Even with his order-boosted hearing, Rahl had not been able to catch all that passed between the three in the Regional Administrator’s study, ranging as the conversation had from mere routine civility to Taryl’s brief outline of the planned advance on Sastak.
Rahl couldn’t help but be pleased that neither Triad had even so much as directed a probe in his direction, and that they didn’t seem to recall him, but it also suggested that they either didn’t need to because they could sense who he was without trying—or that they were so arrogant that they felt everyone except Taryl was unworthy of notice. Neither possibility was particularly attractive.
As Taryl did not summon him, and since he had not finished with the dispatches, he went back to reading those remaining in the sheaf. In the end, he had five dispatches that he thought revealed matters requiring action beyond what he would have called routine.
He stood and walked to the door, still barely ajar, and knocked. “Ser?”
“Come on in, Rahl.”
When Rahl stepped into the capacious study, he found Taryl leaning back slightly in the chair behind the table desk, but the older mage-guard immediately straightened. “You heard the conversation. What do you think? Honestly, and without either excessive caution or unnecessary vituperation.”
“They both strike me as arrogant, particularly Triad Dhoryk. They talk as if the only force that matters is magery.”
“Chaos-magery—or your kind of order-magery—can be rather effective.”
“As I discovered at Thalye and Selyma, it is far less effective in many situations than large numbers of troops with sharp weapons, ser. It’s most effective in limited areas.”
“That is so. What do you suggest I do?”
“What you can, ser, without ever exposing yourself to what they might do.”
“You do not trust our honored Triads, Senior Mage-Guard?”
“No, ser, but you know I am skeptical of those who hold power as an absolute right.”
“You have mentioned that, if not exactly in those words. Now, what are you recommending on the dispatches I gave you?”
Rahl picked up Commander Duchym’s dispatch. “Commander Duchym seems even more arrogant than the Triads. I would not wish his regiment to be the one left here to hold Nubyat. You might have to retake the city on your return.”
“What else would you do?”
Rahl frowned. “Stipend him off, if possible. He doesn’t sound like the kind who would listen to an explanation of how one doesn’t sack one’s own cities, even after a revolt, if one wants prosperity and the tariffs that come from it.”
“He’s Dhoryk’s cousin.”
“Have him lead the first charge in Sastak,” Rahl said dryly. “Otherwise, keep him from any position where he has to exercise initiative or control.”
“What else?”
“The fire-bladders. I suppose they should be replaced, but there will be more chaos-bolts in Sastak, I would judge, and I wouldn’t recommend having them anywhere close to you or to large numbers of troopers.”
“I would agree with that. What else?”
When Rahl had finished noting his observations and concerns and returned the sheaf of dispatches to Taryl, the older mage-guard set them on the table desk, and said, “Triad Fieryn wanted me to know that the Mage-Guard Overcommander for Matlana died unexpectedly. He asked if I had any recommendations for a successor. I told him that he was doubtless more aware of those regional commanders who would work best with the current Triad, but that I would give it some thought.”
Matlana—that was the eastern region administered from Atla. “I heard him mention the death of someone called Thasylt, but I didn’t know who that was. Was the overcommander that old?”
“He didn’t die of flux or old age, I’d wager,” replied Taryl.
Nor would Rahl.
“You need to spend the rest of today and tomorrow finishing up with all your duties around the city, and letting Chewyrt and the others know that they’ll be acting on their own until you return. Don’t forget to let them know that you will expect an accounting when you return.”
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