Macurdy watched quizzically, and spoke in Yuultal. “If I had to guess, I’d say you two know each other.”
“This is Hermiss that I told you about. My friend on the ride north.”
“Ah! Maybe you two ought to go off and talk for an hour or so.” He looked at Melody. “If it’s all right with you? You and I have things to talk about, too.” Melody nodded, frowning more from uncertainty and worry than hostility.
Varia and Hermiss went out into the sun, where Hermiss’s horse was picketed too. They mounted, and rode northwest half a mile to a low hill. On the top, they remained in the saddle, watching the breeze riffle the grasses and wildflowers. “What were you doing in Colonel Melody’s tent?” Varia asked.
The girl sobered at once. “I . . . Do you remember when I wondered what it would be like to be raped? I found out. Two nights ago. Some soldiers, Kormehri, came into town and grabbed fifteen of us, and took us to their camp.” No longer animated, she described the ordeal. “But we were lucky, otherwise I might be dead now. Only three or four did it to me before Marshal Macurdy came and stopped them. All by himself in the middle of all those horny Kormehri with their breeches off! And when the Kormehri captain wouldn’t obey him, Marshal Macurdy killed him with his sword! Then another officer wouldn’t either, and he killed him too, and made the soldiers form ranks, and marched them off without their breeches.”
She giggled with tension and the image, then hiccuped. Varia could see her quivering. “And do you know what? When he killed the second officer, there was a glowing light on the end of his sword! Some of the other girls saw it too. Then another officer took us to the Sisters, and they gave us pallets, and did magic to heal us and keep us from getting pregnant, and talked to us for quite awhile, asking us questions that seemed to help. And they gave us some of their clothes to wear, because ours were mostly torn and trampled on, and some of Marshal Macurdy’s guardsmen took us home.
“And today he rides into camp with you!” Hermiss’s normal animation began to return. “How did that happen?”
“A peace was signed this morning, between him and General Cyncaidh. The fighting’s over.”
“General Cyncaidh?!”
“He’s Emperor Paedhrig’s chief counselor.”
“Really? That’s wonderful! And—why did you come here? With Marshal Macurdy?”
The truth wasn’t something Varia felt free to share. And if she started, she’d have an involved half hour of explaining to do. So she simply said, “Colonel Melody was hurt in the battle, and might have died. I’ve come to be sure she’s all right. She’s quite important to Marshal Macurdy.” Varia changed the subject then. “What were you doing in her tent?”
“She talked to all of us who were raped, and gave us money taken from the soldiers who’d been there. To make up for it, or try to. She told us the marshal had had men hanged for raping women, but it still happened sometimes. Marshal Macurdy’s really handsome—well, not handsome exactly, but good-looking—and so manly! I’d like to marry him! Not really of course. I’d be scared to death, he’s so—powerful! Colonel Melody is powerful too, but . . . I mean, she’s probably no older than me, or not very much, but she’s a high officer in the southern army! Anyway I stayed around to talk to her more. You know me!”
My God, Hermiss! You’re amazing! How long ago was it? Two or three days? And look at you, chattering and full of life! It must have helped, Varia told herself, to have been rescued and seen punishment delivered.
“I asked you some thoughtless questions, before,” Hermiss went on, “and I hope this isn’t another one. But—what have you been doing, Varia?”
Varia smiled at her. “I’m married, Hermiss. To General Cyncaidh. He’s a very nice man—or ylf—thoughtful and loving. And we have a baby boy we’ve named Ceonigh. The ylver give their children names from their ancient language. Ceonigh means honor, and it sounds lovely, too.”