Varia mused in her tent, feeling vaguely jealous. Not like an ex‑lover, but more like—a mother! How dare that impetuous young woman lust for my Curtis! she asked herself, and chuckled. Have you forgotten when you seduced him? What a night! It’s a good thing his spear maiden’s strong; she may get more than she expects.
Remembering brought a backwash of that lust, but it had little force. Tomorrow morning Curtis would come to say goodbye; they’d shake hands and probably never see one another again. Then she’d ride away north to Raien, not having to wonder any longer, and in a few days they’d be back with baby Ceonigh.
The house, known locally as Korens Manor, was not large for a governor’s residence, but it was more than large enough for Macurdy’s two-day honeymoon. He’d chosen the master bedroom suite at one end of the second floor, while his orderly and couriers, and two squads of guards under a lieutenant and two sergeants, occupied rooms on the ground floor. It would have felt unsafe to be there with no more than the servants.
The household staff stayed mostly out of sight. Macurdy and Melody, with the witnesses as their supper guests, were met at the door by the steward, who did his best to ignore the foreign soldiers standing guard with swords and spears. What might they do to him if something happened to their commander? Suppose a piece of meat stuck in his throat! Or some dish upset his stomach and they suspected poison!
Unlikely, he told himself, but wasn’t entirely assured. After all, these people were barbarians.
Macurdy savored the last of his pudding and laid down his spoon. Excellent, he told himself, especially considering that civilian distribution of everything, food in particular, had been disrupted by his foraging parties. The wine, the first he’d ever drank, had even been cool.
“Here’s to the cook!” Jeremid said cheerfully, pushing back his chair.
“Here’s what to the cook?” Macurdy countered. “We need to take a collection for her. And for the steward; he’s probably the one who actually got the stuff.”
“The locals will be glad to see us go,” Tarlok grunted. “They’re on edge. Been holding their breath, afraid we’ll go on a rampage before we leave. You can almost smell it when you deal with them.”
Macurdy turned his gaze to Jeremid. “I’m depending on our operations officer to see that no one does.”
Jeremid grinned. “I’ve got ears out to here.” He gestured, indicating something rabbit-like. “But it’s unlikely. The whole army heard what you did, or supposedly did, in the Kormehri camp. Not that the Kormehri exaggerated.” He laughed. “Not having been there, I get this picture of you buffaloing a whole damn company all by yourself, pulling guys off women by the hair, gutting the company commander and first sergeant, and marching the rest of them out to the battlefield bare-assed, then running them in circles till their balls dragged.”
Tarlok snorted. “Ozman, I was there. Not that I did anything to help; I was scared spitless. And what you just said is a pretty good description. If I’d tried it, or you, or both of us together, they’d have torn us apart. And if we’d gone in with a company of guards, there’d have been a riot as bad as the damned battle.”
“That’s the secret,” Macurdy said. “Do it alone. Grab guys and start yanking them around. They don’t know what to do then; they think you must be more than you are.”
Tarlok shook his head. “If it’d been me, they’d have carved me up like a solstice ox. Besides, I saw your sword when you . . .”
Melody had been watching and listening without taking part. Now, getting to her feet, she interrupted. Firmly. “That’s it! Party’s over! The good guest knows when to leave, and this is when. I’m taking my husband upstairs and scrub his back for him.”
“Spear maiden . . .” Jeremid began, then thought better of it. “May it be a night to remember. Macurdy, I’m glad you finally got smart. You two belong together.”
Melody left then, while Macurdy walked their guests to the front door and out onto the lawn, where he shook hands with the three of them: Jeremid, Tarlok, and the Teklan, Asperel, who’d felt a little out of place with these ex‑rebel comrades. They waited without saying a lot, while their orderlies saddled and brought their horses. Then Macurdy watched them ride off in the dusk before going inside and up to his suite.