"They didn't treat their own people much better."

"Kharst trusts no one who does not obey his every word. That includes his subjects and his High Holders. His father before him was like that, and his grandsire before him."

"That's against the precepts of the Nameless," suggested Quaeryt.

"The Nameless is different in Bovaria." Arion's sarcastic tone would have curdled fresh cream. "As are many things. Why do you think every rex has needed so many troops?"

Quaeryt nodded, although he hadn't thought of using armsmen that way. Still a to keep High Holders in line, a ruler has to have some leverage. Bhayar and his sire had used rewards and prestige, and a occasional force. Kharst appeared to use terror, in one form or another.

After the briefest pause, Quaeryt asked, "Is the Nameless truly different in Bovaria, or are the ideas attributed to the Nameless just different?"

"So far as men are concerned, is there any difference?"

Quaeryt laughed, ironically. "Well taken, Major."

After another set of wind gusts, the rain subsided to less than intermittent, with drops occasionally striking Quaeryt, as if to remind him that it could resume at any time. For the next glass, the raindrops splattered down infrequently. Then the sky began to clear in the northeast, and by the second glass of the afternoon, only a few clouds remained, and the afternoon became even more hot and steamy.

Skarpa called a halt slightly before third glass, and immediately thereafter came riding back along the side of the road. He eased his mount in beside Quaeryt's mare and dismounted, handing the reins to his mount to the ranker who held the mare's reins and walking to join Quaeryt and Zhelan.

"There's a high holding a bit more than a mille ahead on the left. I'd like you and your imagers to look into it and see what suppliesa"or anything else of value to the campaigna"might be there a and if it would be suitable for sheltering the troops tonight." He looked to the northeast, where another set of cloudsa"far darker than those earlier in the daya"had begun to mass and move slowly toward the River Aluse and the Telaryn forces.

"It looks empty?"

"It does. Whether that's soa" Skarpa shrugged.

"We'll look and see." Quaeryt glanced toward Zhelan, who had already mounted.

A half glass later Quaeryt, at the head of Fifth Battalion, had reined up before a pair of weathered and stained limestone gateposts. The iron gates themselves were secured with a rusted iron chain and a single lock. A wall of limestone, only two yards high, extended from the gateposts some twenty yards on each side, ending in earthen berms perhaps a yard and a half high, on the top of which were planted a form of spiky juniper. The berms stretched as far as the eye could see.

Through the iron bars of the gates, the holding looked to be far less opulent than Fauxheld, almost modest by comparison, with a good-sized hold house and several modest outbuildings. All were constructed of the same limestone as the gates, and all had weathered gray tile roofs. There was no sign of a single person or any livestock, nor did any of the chimneys show traces of smoke.

"I don't like this," muttered Zhelan. "They burned a hamlet, and they left an entire holding empty and untouched? It doesn't make sense."

Quaeryt was certain that it did, especially given that it wasn't the first time. He just didn't know in what way. Like Zhelan, he felt uneasy. He studied the gates, noting the deep wagon or coach ruts running from where the pavement ended onto the road itself. Those ruts had been softened by the rain that had fallen earlier that morning. Then his eyes went to the pavement. Outside the gate were tracks, but the pavement had been swept inside the gatea"but only for a distance of fifteen yards or so. Yet there were no tracks or ruts in the uneven grass on each side of the swept portion of pavement.

"Look at the pavement inside the gate," Quaeryt said to Zhelan.

"It's some sort of trap."

"There may be a few." Quaeryt gestured to Desyrk. "Remove the lock, if you would."

"Yes, sir."

Desyrk studied the chain and lock. In moments, the lock was in two pieces, and one of the first company rankers stepped forward and unwound the old chain, then swung the gates open and outward.

"Undercaptain Threkhyl, forward. Image something heavy onto the paving stone just inside the gate."

Despite a puzzled look, the ginger-haired undercaptain immediately replied, "Yes, sir."

Quaeryt thought he could hear a grinding sound. "Another boulder, if you would."

A second boulder appeared, next to the first, and abruptly the entire paved section of lane that had been swept collapsed, leaving a pit a yard deep.

Zhelan glanced to Quaeryt.

Quaeryt only nodded, then said, "Imagers forward."

Once the undercaptains were lined up facing the open gate, he added, "I'd like that pit filled in solidly and the paving stones replaced. Undercaptain Voltyr, you coordinate the effort."

"Yes, sir."

"Make certain it's firm. You six will be the first to ride across it."

Desyrk and Akoryt exchanged quick glances, but Voltyr only nodded, as if he'd expected nothing else. A faint smile flicked across Shaelyt's lips. Once again, Threkhyl looked puzzled, if but for a moment.

The undercaptains took almost a quint to fill and repair the pit. All were sweating from the combined effort of imaging and the mugginess of the day by the time they finished, mounted, and rode to the far sidea"which remained solid.

Baelthm was pale, Quaeryt noted, and he called out, "All of you eat something a and get a drink from your water bottles." He gestured to Zhelan. "Have the battalion follow a slowly."

"Yes, sir."

Quaeryt rode forward and joined the imagers, then motioned for them to follow him and the two outriders along the lane toward the hold house. As they neared the main dwelling, he called back to Zhelan. "Leave the main house alone for now. We'll start by looking for supplies."

The outbuilding nearest the hold house was the stable. The two strap handles of the main doors were not chained, but fastened with heavy rope tied into a simple knot. Quaeryt reined up and looked to Ghaelyn. "Have your men untie the knot. Then have them find something they can use to push the stable doors open. When they do, have them stand back."

"Yes, sir."

Quaeryt waited while the troopers followed his orders, then watched as they used weathered planks they'd found stacked in the rear of the stable to push open the doors. Nothing happened.

"Have them take the planks and wave them around inside the doors, and prod the ground there."

Ghaelyn conveyed that order to the troopers, and the men began to wave and prod.

Abruptly heavy sacks filled with something crashed down onto the packed clay just inside the stable doors, followed by what looked to be a small anvil.

"It might not hurt to prod some more," said Quaeryt.

More prodding resulted in no more objects falling.

"Now they can look inside a but carefully."

"Yes, sir." Ghaelyn raised his voice. "You heard the subcommander. Time to look for supplies, but watch where you put your heads, hands, and feet."

Quaeryt and the imagers waited, along with the remainder of first company, and the other companies of Fifth Battalion. He also listened to the low murmurs among the imagers.

"a how does he know all that?a never been herea"

"a doesn't trust anyonea"

"Would you, after what they did to that hamleta?"

"a you think, Shaelyt a have that expression a againa"

"a subcommander is a child of Erion a the hunter makes his own warya"

Quaeryt wasn't so sure about that, or that he'd been wary enough in the past. He looked back to the stable doors as a squad leader walked out, dust on his sleeves, trousers, and boots.

"There's nothing at all in the stables, sir a except a a few barrels of oats, and I'd not trust 'em, not with a dead rat lying beside 'em."

"We'll make a more thorough search later," said Quaeryt.

The next outbuilding's entrance was trapped in a fashion similar to the stables. Once inside, Quaeryt could see that it had held various crafts, and held a smithy, a woodworking shop, a chamber used for carding and spinning. The third structure was a storehouse.

When Quaeryt reined up, Zhelan eased his mount alongside. "Do you think the entrance to every building is trapped?"

"Yes a but not terribly well. Enough to hurt the unwary, though."

"Whya?"

"We'll talk about it later," Quaeryt said quietly. "I'd like to see more before I say much."

Unlike the other outbuildings, the storeroom doors were of heavy, ironbound oak, and were double-chained and double-locked. Voltyr and Shaelyt imaged away the locks. Once more, when the troopers probed the space behind the door, there was a reaction. Except this time, what dropped down behind the door were two huge timbers, either one enough to crush a man to a pulp. More probing released a third timber.

Yet when the area behind the doors was cleared, the troopers reported that the space inside was empty.

Quaeryt dismounted. "I think I need to take a look here."

Inside the stone-walled structure was a large open space, but on one side were several smaller rooms. All were empty. In the front west corner of the building Quaeryt found a trapdoor. Under it was a staircase. He had to wait another half quint for the troopers to find and light a torch before he could descend the stone ramp that lay beneath the door.

When he reached the lower level, it, too, appeared empty, except for the score or so of barrels stacked two high and deep against the rear wall of the lower level. He moved warily and held full shields, stopping short of the barrels.

"Pull out these barrels and stack them against the side wall."

Between two barrels in the second row, those against the rear wall, lay a dead rat. Quaeryt nodded. Then he studied the rear wall. There was something about it. He looked up to the beams overhead. While the spacing was even, the braces for the long beams had been added later, and they did not look as if they actually were weight-bearing. It's worth a try. He turned and gestured. "Undercaptain Shaelyt a I believe this is a false wall. I'd like you to image an opening in it."

"Yes, sir." Shaelyt stepped forward without hesitation.

In moments a square opening appeared in the wall, revealing that it was of wood, faced with limestone to make it appear identical to the foundation walls.

Shaelyt wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Good. Thank you." Quaeryt eased forward until he could see through the opening. On the other side of the false wall, he could see more barrels, perhaps hundreds, stacked three high. He couldn't tell how deep. "We've found our supplies."

Then he stepped back. "Desyrk and Akoryt, enlarge the opening so that someone can get inside and open the real door so that we can roll out the barrels."

After Quaeryt was satisfied that Major Arion and fourth company could handle sorting and rolling the barrels from the lower level of the storehouse up to the ground floor, he sent Voltyr, Akoryt, Desyrk, and Baelthma"and third companya"back to the stables to see if fodder or grain had been hidden somewhere behind false walls there. Then he inspected the last three outbuildings, all of which were little more than empty livestock sheds and barns. All held no traps, or none that he and the troopers could discover.

Finally, he rode back to the hold house with Threkhyl and first and second company.

Once there, he studied the dwelling, not so large as Fauxheld or some of the others, but clearly larger than Nordruil, if less appealing and more grim in appearance. Every window was shuttered tight, and the shutter hinges were attached to large, flat, and sturdy iron plates. He nodded, dismounted, and walked up the wide stone steps of the receiving portico to the main entrance. Threkhyl accompanied him. Above the doors, cut into the limestone, was the name "Laesheld." The outer ironwork doors themselves showed no lock on the outside, but they would not open. Quaeryt studied them for several moments, then pointed through the narrow crack where the doors joined. "Undercaptain, there's an iron bar across the back there. If you would remove a small section."

"Yes, sir."

A chunk of iron clanked somewhere, and Quaeryt pulled on the outer doors. They opened, creaking slightly as they did, revealing a set of carved and weathered goldenwood doors, with elaborate polished brasswork. They also did not budge. He turned to the undercaptain and gestured.

Threkhyl concentrated, and the lock and lock plates vanished, but when he tried to open the doors, they would move neither inward nor outward. "Sir a I'll have to image away the doors."

"Go ahead." Quaeryt was getting irritated, especially since he'd tried to be gentle to the High Holder's buildings and grounds.

With a puff of dust, and a brief flow of chill air over Quaeryt and Threkhyl, the goldenwood doors vanished. Behind where they had stood was a wall, its masonry fresh, the bricks certainly laid within the past few days.

"Undercaptain Threkhyl a if you would also remove this wall, preferably without destroying the archway."

"Yes, sir."

Quaeryt could see that Threkhyl was showing a certain tiredness, but that was fine. If he didn't push the undercaptain to his limits, Threkhyl's abilities wouldn't improve.

Just after Threkhyl had removed the wall, behind which was a dark entry hall, Zhelan called out, "Sir, the commander is riding down the lane now."

"Thank you." Quaeryt turned to wait for Skarpa.

In less than a fraction of a quint Skarpa rode to a point opposite the doors and reined up. He glanced back at the two companies and then at Quaeryt, clearly puzzled as to why Quaeryt was still at the entry of the hold house.

Before Skarpa could speak, Quaeryt did. "Commander, we've located supplies. Rather than start with the hold house, we began by going through the outbuildings. Fourth company is even now rolling barrels up from a hidden space in the main storeroom, and several imager undercaptains are searching the stables for possible hidden areas there that may contain fodder and grain. The main entry here was locked with iron doors, heavy wooden doors, and blocked with a masonry wall behind those. Undercaptain Threkhyl just finished removing the wall."

Skarpa snorted. "We should see what lies inside that is of such worth."

"Sir, most of the entries have held traps. I've had the troopers probe with planks and the like before entering."

"Don't let me stop you with what works," said Skarpa dryly.

There were no traps behind the main entry door, nor elsewhere in the hold house. Some paintings had been removed, but not all, and there were no small items of value remaining. The main parlor did hold a magnificent clavecina"with an elaborately inlaid keyboard covera"and many of the pieces of furniture and carpets were of considerable value, Quaeryt suspected.

Once the regiments and companies were fed and settled into various spaces, admittedly in very cramped circumstances, and hurriedly, to avoid the late afternoon rain, Skarpa, Quaeryt, and Meinyt met in the study of the hold house. There were gaps on the shelves that held books, where volumes of worth or personal meaning to the High Holder had likely been removeda"hurriedly, because the adjoining volumes were angled, and in some instances, a few books lay where they had fallen on the polished dark oak flooring.

The three sat around a square table, lit by the light coming through the windows that Quaeryt had unshuttered. From what he could tell, the rain was letting up.

"Are your men settled in?" asked Skarpa cheerfully.

"As we can. I've already had men injured by little traps in the outbuildings," said Meinyt. "Wouldn't trouble me if we burned this place to the ground when we leave."

Skarpa smiled. "That would be a waste. We'll just report about all the traps, and if Lord Bhayar wills, let the good High Holder see his stead go to another. Odd that there were none here in the main house."

"Perhaps he didn't want the place torched a or didn't have time," replied Quaeryt. After a moment he added, "I have noticed one other thing. All of the traps and devices were designed and set in a way not to damage the buildings themselves much."

"Makes sense," rejoined Meinyt. "The holder wants to be able to claim to Kharst that he took many steps to harm us, while he can say to Bhayar that he only did what was necessary to keep Kharst from taking his lands."

Skarpa nodded. "Most of them will be like that. Those are the only kinds who'd prosper under a bastard like Kharst. Lord Bhayar's going to have his hands full. Wouldn't be surprised to have a battalion required to keep them in line. Likely for years." His eyes fixed on Quaeryt.