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  "It's debatable. They let me think she was dead."

  "They pretend that. It's been a little over a year since she cast her spell on the Baron. She thought he'd take her to Iwa Skolovda and make her a great lady. But she doesn't understand politics. The Baron can't go back. And now she can't come home. Now she's trying to buy a future by stealing."

  "How old are you, Torfin?"

  "Nineteen, I think. Too old."

  "You sound older. I think I like you."

  "I'm a Caydarman by chance, not inclination."

  "I think you've had pain from this too."

  A wan smile crossed Torfin's lips. "You make me wonder. Do you read minds? What are you, carrying such a sword?" When Tain didn't respond, he continued bitterly. "Yes, there's pain in it for Torfin Hakesson. I was in love with Shirl. She used me. To get her into the Tower."

  "That's sad. We'd better go in. Be careful. They're not going to be glad to see you. Caydarmen burned the Kosku place. One of his girls was killed."

  "Damn! But it was bound to happen, wasn't it?"

  "Yes. And that was just the beginning. Kosku went after Olag and Grimnir. He was killed too."

  "Which one did it?"

  "Too late. Olag, but he's dead too. He killed Mikla and wounded Toma first, though."

  "Help me with the saddle. I can't stay."

  "Stay. Maybe together we can stop the bloodshed here."

  "I can't face them. They already hate me. Because of Shirl."

  "Stay. Tomorrow we'll go to the Tower. We'll see the Baron himself. He can stop it."

  "Mikla lived with Stojan's daughter. The old man will want to avenge him."

  "All the more reason to stop it here."

  Torfin thought again. "All right. You didn't cut me down. Maybe you have a man's heart."

  Tain smiled. "I'll guard your back, Trolledyngjan."

  XV

  Rula and Toma were talking in low, sad tones. Tain pushed through the doorway. Silence descended.

  Such hatred! "Torfin will stay the night. We're going to the Tower in the morning. To talk to the Baron." Tain glared, daring opposition.

  Toma struggled up. "Not in my house."

  "Lie down, damn it. Your pride and fear have caused enough trouble."

  Toma said nothing. Rula tensed as if to spring.

  "Tain!" Steban whined.

  "Torfin has said some hard things about himself. He's almost too eager to take his share of responsibility. He's willing to try to straighten things out.

  "In no land I know does a father let his daughter run away and just cry woe. A man is responsible for his children, Toma. You could have gone after her. But it's easier to play like she's dead, and the Witch of the Tower has nothing to do with you. You sit here hating the Baron and refuse to admit your own part in creating the situation...."

  He stopped. He had slipped into his drillmaster's voice. Pointless. Recruits had to listen, to respond, to correct. These westerners had no tradition of personal responsibility. They were roundeyes.

  They blamed their misfortunes on external forces....

  Hadn't Toma blamed Mikla? Didn't Rula accuse Toma?

  "That's all. I can't do any good shouting. Torfin is spending the night. Rula. Steban gave you a package."

  She nodded. She refused to speak.

  "Thank you."

  For an instant he feared she hadn't understood. But the packet came with a murmured, "It's all right. I'll control my feelings."

  "Is the broth ready?" He felt compelled to convince Rula.

  She ladled a wooden bowl full. "Tain."

  "Uhm."

  "Don't expect me to stop feeling."

  "I don't. I feel too. Too much. I killed a man today. A man I didn't know, for no better reason than because I responded to feelings. I don't like that, Rula."

  She looked down, understanding.

  Steban chimed, "But you were a soldier...."

  "Steban, a soldier is supposed to keep the peace, not start wars." The almost-lie tasted bitter.

  The Dread Empire interpreted that credo rather obliquely. Yet Tain had believed he was living it while marching to conquest after conquest. Only when Shinsan turned upon itself did he question his commanders.

  "Tain... ." There was a life's worth of pain in Steban's voice.

  "People are going to get killed if we don't stop it, Steban." Tain tapped herbs into Toma's broth.

  "Your friends. Maybe there are only six Caydarmen. Maybe they could be beaten by shepherds. But what happens when the Baron has to run?" He hoped Toma was paying attention. Steban didn't care about the long run.

  Toma's eyes remained hard. But he listened. Tain had won that much respect.

  "Governments just won't tolerate rebellion. It doesn't matter if it's justified. Overthrow the Baron and you'll have an army in the Zemstvi."

  Toma grunted.

  Rula shrieked, "Tain!"

  He whirled, disarmed Steban in an eye's blink. Torfin nodded in respect. "Thank you."

  "Steban," Toma gasped. "Come here."

  "Dad, he's a Caydarman!"

  Tain pushed the boy. A soul-searing hatred burned in his young eyes. He glared at Mikla, Torfin, and Tain.

  Tain suddenly felt tired and old. What was he doing? Why did he care? It wasn't his battle.

  His eyes met Rula's. Through the battle of her soul flickered the feelings she had revealed the day before. He sighed. It was his battle.

  He had killed a man. There was blood in it. He couldn't run away.

  XVI

  "I want to see Shirl," Rula declared next morning. "I'm going too."

  "Mom!" Steban still didn't understand. He wouldn't talk to Tain, and Torfin he eyed like a butcher considering a carcass.

  Tain responded, "First we take care of Mikla. Steban. The sheep. Better pasture them." To Toma,

  "Going to need sheds. That barn's too crowded."

  Toma didn't reply. He did take his breakfast broth without difficulty.

  He finally spoke when Steban refused to graze the sheep. "Boy, come here."

  Steban went, head bowed.

  "Knock it off. You're acting like Shirl. Pasture the sheep. Or I'll paddle your tail all the way out there."

  Steban ground his teeth, glared at Tain. And went.

  Rula insisted that Mikla lie beside the new home's door. Tain and Torfin took turns digging.

  Tain went inside. "We're ready. Toma. You want to go out?"

  "I've got to. It's my fault.... I have to watch him go down. So I'll remember."

  Tain raised an eyebrow questioningly.

  "I thought about what you said. I don't like it, but you're right. Four dead are enough."

  "Good. Torfin! Help me carry Toma."

  It was a quiet burial. Rula wept softly. Toma silently stared his brother-in-law into the ground.

  Neither Torfin nor Tain spoke. There were no appropriate words.

  Tain saddled the roan and threw a pad on the mule. He spoke to her soothingly, reassuringly.

  He knelt beside Toma while Torfin readied the paint. "You'll be all right?"

  "Just leave me some beer. And some soup and bread."

  "All right."

  "Tain?"

  "Yes?"

  "Good luck."

  "Thanks, Toma."

  The mule accepted Rula's weight, though ungraciously. Tain donned his weapons. Little was said.

  Tain silently pursued his Morning Ritual. He hadn't had time earlier. Torfin watched. He and Rula couldn't talk. There were too many barriers between them.

  The Tower was a growing, squat, dark block filled with frightening promise. A single vermillion banner waved over its ramparts. A feather of smoke curled from an unseen chimney.

  "Something's wrong." Torfin remarked. They were a quarter mile away. "I don't see anybody."

  Tain studied their surroundings.

  Sheep and goats crowded the pens clinging to the Tower's skirts. Chickens and geese ran free.

  Several scrawny cat
tle, a mule, and some horses grazed nearby.

  No human was visible.

  "There should be a few women and children," Torfin said. "Watching the stock."

  "Let's stop here."

  "Why?" Rula asked.

  "Beyond bowshot. Torfin, you go ahead."

  The youth nodded. He advanced cautiously. The closer he drew, the lower he hunched in his saddle.

  "Rula, stay here." Tain kicked the roan, began trotting round the Tower. Torfin glanced back. He paused at the Tower gate, peered through, dismounted, drew his sword, went in.

  "Whoa." The roan stopped. Tain swung down, examined the tracks.

  "Six horses," he murmured. "One small." He leapt onto the roan, galloped toward the Tower gate.

  "Torfin!" He beckoned Rula.

  Torfin didn't hear him. Tain dismounted, peered through the gate into a small interior court.

  Quarters for the garrison had been built against the bailey walls.

  "What is it?" Rula asked.

  "Six riders left this morning. The Witch and the other five Caydarmen, probably."

  Rula's cheek twitched. She wove her fingers together. "What about the people here?"

  "Let's find Torfin."

  The youth appeared above. "They're up here." He sounded miserable.

  Tain guided Rula up the perilous stair. Torfin met them outside a doorway.

  "In here. They saw us coming."

  Tain heard muted weeping.

  "Trouble." Torfin explained. "Bad trouble."

  "I saw the tracks."

  "Worse than that. She'll be able to cut loose for real...." The youth pushed the door. Frightened faces peered out at Tain.

  The three women weren't Trolledyngjan. And their children were too old to have been fathered by the mercenaries.

  Tain had seen those faces countless times, in countless camps. Women with children, without husbands, who attached themselves to an occupying soldiery. They were always beaten, tired, frightened creatures.

  Mothers and children retreated to one corner of the spartan room. One woman brandished a carving knife. Tain showed his palms. "Don't be afraid. We came to see Baron Caydar."

  Rula tried a smile. Torfin nodded agreement. "It's all right. They mean no harm."

  The knife-woman opened a path.

  Tain got his first glimpse of Caydar.

  The Baron lay on a pallet in the corner. He was a spare, short man, bald, with a scraggly beard.

  He was old, and he was dying.

  This was what Torfin had meant by saying the trouble was big. There would be no brake on the Witch with the Baron gone. "Torfin. Move them. I'll see if I can do anything."

  The Baron coughed. It was the first of a wracking series. Bloody froth dribbled down his chin.

  Torfin gestured. The Tower people sidled like whipped dogs. Tain knelt by the old man. "How long has he been sick?"

  "Always. He seldom left this room. How bad is it?"

  "Rula. In my left saddle bag. The same leather packet I had when I treated Toma." She left. "He'll probably go before sundown. But I'll do what I can."

  "Tain, if he dies.... Grimnir and the others.... They'd rather take the Witch's orders. Her style suits them better."

  Tain checked the Baron's eyes and mouth, dabbed blood, felt his chest. There was little left of Caydar. "Torfin. Anyone else shown these symptoms?"

  "I don't think so."

  "They will. Probably the girl, if she's been intimate with him."

  Rula reappeared. She heard. "What is it?"

  "Tuberculosis."

  "No. Tain, she's only a child."

  "Disease doesn't care. And you could say she's earned it."

  "No. That isn't fair."

  "Nothing's fair, Rula. Nothing. Torfin. Find out where she went." Tain took the packet from Rula, concentrated on Caydar.

  He left the room a half hour later, climbed the ladder to the ramparts. Hands clasped behind him, he stared at the green of the Zemstvi.

  A beautiful land, he thought. About to be sullied with blood.

  Fate, with a malicious snicker, had squandered the land's last hope.

  Torfin followed him. "They're not sure. She just led them out."

  "Probably doesn't matter. It's too late. Unless. ..."

  "What?"

  "We smash the snake's head."

  "What? He's going to die? You can't stop it?"

  "No. And that leaves Shirl."

  "You saying what I think?"

  "She has to die."

  Torfin smiled thinly. "Friend, she wouldn't let you do it. And if she couldn't stop you with the Power, I'd have to with the sword."

  Tain locked eyes with the youth. Torfin wouldn't look away. "She means a lot to you, eh?"

  "I still love her."

  "So," Tain murmured. "So. Can you stand up to her? Can you bully the others into behaving themselves?"

  "I can try."

  "Do. I'm into this too deep, lad. If you don't control her, I'll try to stop her the only way I know." He turned to stare across the Zemstvi again.

  Though the Tower wasn't tall, it gave a view of the countryside matched only from the Toad. That grim formation was clearly visible. The rain had cleared the air.

  Someone was running toward the Tower, Beyond, a fountain of smoke rose against the backdrop formed by the Dragon's Teeth.

  A distance-muted thunderclap smote the air. "That's your place," Torfin said softly.

  XVII

  A man in black, wearing a golden mask, rounded a knoll. He paused above the Palikov stead. Bloody dawnlight leaked round the Toad. It splashed him as he knelt, feeling the earth. It made his mask more hideous. The faceted ruby eyepieces seemed to catch fire.

  Thin fingers floated on the air, reaching, till they pointed westward. The man in black rose and started walking. His fingers led him on.

  He went slowly, sensing his quarry's trail. It was cold. Occasionally he lost it and had to circle till he caught it again.

  The sun scaled the sky. Kai Ling kept walking. A gentle, anticipatory smile played behind his mask.

  The feel of the man was getting stronger. He was getting close. It was almost done. In a few hours he would be home. The Tervola would be determining the extent of his reward.

  He crossed a low hilltop and paused.

  A shepherd's stead lay below. He reached out....

  One man, injured, lay within the crude sod house. A second life-spark lurked in the grove surrounding the nearby spring.

  And there were six riders coming in from the southwest.

  One seized his attention. She corruscated with a stench of wild, untrained Power.

  "Lords of Darkness," Kai Ling whispered. "She's almost as strong as the Demon Princess." He crouched, becoming virtually invisible in a patch of gorse.

  Five of the riders dismounted. They heaped kindling round the timbers of a partially finished house.

  A man staggered from the sod structure. "Shirl!" he screamed. "For god's sake…"

  A raider tripped him, slipped a knife into his back as he wriggled on the earth.

  Kai Ling stirred slightly as two blasts of emotion exploded below.

  A child burst from the grove, shrieking, running toward the killer. And the wild witch lashed the man with a whip. He screamed louder than the boy.

  Kai Ling reeled back from the raw surge. She was as strong as the Prince's daughter. But extremely young and undisciplined.

  He stood.

  The tableau froze.

  The boy thought quickest. He paused only a second, then whirled and raced away.

  The others regarded Kai Ling for half a minute. Then the witch turned her mount toward him. He felt the uncertainty growing within her.

  Kai Ling let his Aspirant's senses roam the stead. The barn stood out. That was his man's living place. But he was gone.

  Faceted rubies tracked the fleeing boy. Lips smiled behind gold. "Bring him to me, child," he whispered.

  The raiders formed a line shi
elding the woman. Swords appeared. Kai Ling glanced at the boy. He waited.

  She felt him now, he knew. She knew there had been sorcery in the Zemstvi. She would be wondering....

  A raider wheeled suddenly. Kai Ling could imagine his words.

  He had been recognized.

  He folded his arms.

  What would she try?

  The fire gnawed at the new house. Smoke billowed up. Kai Ling glanced westward. The child had disappeared.

  The witch's right arm thrust his way. Pale fire sparkled amongst her fingertips.

  He murmured into his mask, readying his defenses.

  She was a wild witch. Untrained. She had only intuitive control of the Power. Her emotions would effect what little control she had. He remained unworried despite her strength.

  Kai Ling underestimated the size of the channel fear could open in her. She hit him with a blast that nearly melted his protection.

  He fell to his knees.

  He forced his hands together.

  Thunder rolled across the Zemstvi. The timbers of the burning house leapt into the air, tumbled down like a lazy rain of torches. The sod house twisted, collapsed. The barn canted dangerously.

  The cow inside bawled.

  The witch toppled from her horse, screaming, clawing her ears. She thrashed and wailed till a raider smacked her unconscious.

  The Caydarmen looked uphill. Kai Ling, though unconscious, remained upon his knees. Golden fire burned where his face belonged. They tossed the witch aboard her horse, fled.

  Kai Ling eventually fell forward into the gorse, vanishing.

  Then only the flames moved on the Kleckla stead, casting dancing color onto the man whose dreams were dying with him.

  XVIII

  Tain pushed the roan. He met Steban more than a mile from the Tower. The boy was exhausted, but his arms and legs kept pumping.

  "Tain!" he called. "Tain, they killed Pa." He spoke in little bursts, between lung-searing gasps.

  "You go on to your mother. She's at the Tower. Come on. Go." He kicked the roan to a gallop.

  Steban didn't reach the Tower. Rula, having conquered Tain's mule, met him. She pulled him up behind her and continued toward her home.