He nodded slowly. He'd have to try things out, but he could walk to the lake south of the encampment and see what might be possible.

"Sir!"

Quaeryt looked up to see Lhandor hurrying back.

"The major will be right with you."

"Thank you." First, he'd have to brief Zhelan and then finish letting the imager captains know. Then a maybe after that he could find time to work on a more reliable way of putting greater strength into his imaging.

He shook his head, thinking about the Naedarans and their "old ones." More power was dangerous to everyone. Is that why you've been leery of trying greater and greater imaging? Or just a certain amount of fear that it might be that extra effort that kills you?

Yet a what choice did he have but to try?

78.

Lundi came and went with no word from the marshal. That gave Quaeryt time to walk to the lake to try new imaging techniques, but his progress was slow, especially with the time spent trying to improve techniques among all the imagers.

Finally, on Mardi, late in the day, well after the fourth glass of the afternoon, Skarpa received a dispatch announcing that Lord Bhayar and the marshal's forces would arrive by midday on Meredi. Even so, it was more like the first glass of Meredi afternoon when the vanguard neared the encampment. By third glass, troopers and horses were everywhere, and the hamlet had been transformed into a welter of tents, wagons, and men that seemed to stretch for a mille to the north and from the forest to the river road.

All commanders and subcommanders were summoned to a briefing at sixth glass, on a knoll on the lake's east side. Quaeryt had assumed that the briefing would be outside because there were no cots or outbuildings in the hamlet that could hold the more than thirty senior officers summoned by the marshal. When he and Skarpa arrived, followed by Meinyt and Khaern, all four having walked close to half a mille, Quaeryt discovered a tent some ten yards by ten had been erected. Once inside, Quaeryt saw a low platform at one end, and ten commanders and a few subcommanders waiting before the platform. The only officer who looked in their direction was Commander Pulaskyr, but he'd known Skarpa and Quaeryt in Tilbor.

"They didn't provide you with a tent like this," murmured Quaeryt to Skarpa.

"No tent at all," said Meinyt.

"Wouldn't know what to do with it," said Skarpa, with a short laugh.

Another group of commanders entered the tent through a flap beside the platform. With them was Submarshal Myskyl. He did not so much as glance in Quaeryt's direction.

A burly major stepped onto the platform and announced, "Marshal Deucalon!"

The officers had barely stiffened when Deucalon appeared on the raised platform and said, "As you were," his voice filling the tent, seemingly without effort on his part. "Good evening. You've traveled hundreds of milles. You've fought and won battles all along the way. None of those victories will mean anything if we don't defeat the Bovarians here. We can do this, but it won't be easy. Not at all." Deucalon surveyed the officers in the dim light of the tent.

"The Bovarians have assembled the largest army in the history of Lydar. The largest, but not the best. You're the best. Commander Skarpa's scouts have provided very thorough reports. So have the scouts we have dispatched to reconnoiter Bovarian positions on both sides of the river. We believe that by tomorrow and certainly by Vendrei, Kharst's commanders will have more than forty regiments in position between us and Kharst's chateau. Half are foota"

While we have maybe five regiments of foot troopers, thought Quaeryt, and who knows how good they are?

"We cannot determine with certainty the exact number of musketeers," the marshal continued, "but it appears that there are the equivalent of two regiments. These are in addition to the more than two regiments of musketeers already destroyed by Commander Skarpa's forces. The number of cannon is unknown, but the emplacements the scouts have seen could hold between fifty and a hundreda"

Enough to destroy all of our imagers, thought Quaeryt.

"a Kharst has left at least three regiments, if not more, guarding the east river road into Variana. It is possible that more Bovarian regiments will arrive, but that appears unlikely for a number of reasons I will not address at the moment. At the very least, our arrival has forced Rex Kharst to tear up his rather large hunting park and private grounds to dig trenches and throw up earthworksa" Deucalon smiled, and murmurs of low laughter ran through the tent.

It also suggests that he's confident enough that he believes he can defeat us easily and wants to be able to chase down survivors, reflected Quaeryt, which he couldn't do if his troops were actually inside the city or even within his chateau.

"a the comparative openness of the terrain will allow us greater opportunity to maneuver at will and to concentrate our forces as necessary as well as to move quickly enough that we do not suffer significant casualties from cannon firea"

Deucalon continued to talk in generalities for almost another quint before he finally said, "Please convey this to your battalion and company officers. Unless matters change suddenly, there will be another briefing for all of you, here, tomorrow evening at the same time." Deucalon stepped back, and a major Quaeryt did not recognize stepped forward.

"That is all, sirs."

By the time the major had delivered those few words, the marshal had vanished from the tent. In moments, Myskyl and the commanders around him were also gone.

Skarpa said nothing until he and his three subcommanders were well away from the briefing tent. Then he looked to Quaeryt. "What do you think?"

"He didn't mention who will lead the attack."

"He didn't, did he?" Skarpa smiled sardonically. "What do you think that means?"

"That we will," growled Meinyt from behind Quaeryt. "He's not saying because he doesn't want anyone to notice that we keep getting thrown into the fire."

"Or that he doesn't want the Bovarians to know," suggested Quaeryt.

"How would thata" Meinyt stopped abruptly. "You don't thinka?"

"I don't know what to think, except it's more than a little unusual that our forces are much smaller and yet the only musket and cannon attacks have been against us."

"Even Myskyl wouldn't do that," Meinyt admitted.

"Exactly," said Skarpa. "I doubt any of the senior officers would, either, but with over a hundred majors a the marshal might not want to say anything yet. He didn't tell us anything that the Bovarians wouldn't already know."

"I didn't see Lord Bhayar," said Khaern.

"He doesn't usually attend briefings," said Skarpa. "He gets briefed first."

"Why is Lord Bhayar even here?" asked Khaern abruptly. "If the marshal is making the decisionsa?"

Skarpa looked to Quaeryt and smiled. "You might explain that best."

"It was his decision to attack Bovaria when we did. He'll be the one executed if Kharst wins. His family will be destroyed. And a he was trained by his father to make those kinds of decisions. He can and will override the marshal if he thinks it necessary."

"And a if you think soa?" pressed Khaern.

"I can occasionally tell him what I think. He still decides," replied Quaeryt dryly. "That's why I'm a subcommander and not on his staff or the marshal's."

"It's also why you're married to his sister," said Skarpa. "He didn't give you any choice there, either."

"You're a married to Lord Bhayar's sister?" asked Khaern. "And he put you where you'd be leading charges?"

Belatedly, Quaeryt realized that he'd never mentioned Vaelora to anyone outside Fifth Battalion except Skarpa and Meinyt, and it was clear that neither of them had told Khaern. "Why not? He'll be where he can be killed when we meet the Bovarians." That wasn't quite true, because Bhayar would be farther from the action than Quaeryt would be, but Quaeryt had no doubts that Bhayar would not survive if the Telaryn forces were routed. "His father sent him as a ranker to Tilbor during the fighting there, and his grandsire sent his father into battle as well."

"No other rulers in Lydar do that," Khaern said.

"No other rulers are descended from Yaran warlords." Quaeryt's words were dry.

"Do you think we'll attack on Vendrei?" asked Meinyt.

"It won't be tomorrow," replied Skarpa. "That's about all we know."

With Deucalon advising Bhayar, Skarpa was absolutely right, Quaeryt reflected.

The four kept walking, with Erion slowly rising in the east behind them, Artiema almost ready to set in the west, even before the sun.

79.

Almost exactly at the second glass of the afternoon on Jeudi, Quaeryt was standing at the north end of the lake that formed the southern end of the Telaryn encampment, still trying to improve his imaging by trying to draw heat from the lake water or, later, from a river, rather than from the rain that wasn't likely to arrive when he needed it.

The first step had been easy enough. He'd managed that two days earlier. He'd just imaged a tiny stone tower, no more than the length of his middle finger, into being at the edge of the water, drawing heat from the surrounding water. A thin film of ice extended little more than two fingertips from the stone tower. The second step was to image the little tower out of existence while drawing heat from the water. That had taken him almost two days of intermittent effort to work out. Destroying the tiny tower hadn't been hard at all, but finding a way to obtain the strength to do the imaging from the water had been the hard part. Once he'd mastered the technique, it was actually less tiring, he could tell, even on that small a scale, than imaging without seeking sources of heat.

Of course, it wouldn't work all that well in the winter. Or if there isn't a lake or a big river nearby.

"Subcommander, sir!"

He turned to see Lhandor riding toward him, leading Quaeryt's mare. Riding beside the young Pharsi officer was another undercaptain Quaeryt did not recognize.

"Sir, Lord Bhayar would like to see you," said the undercaptain. "I'm to escort you, but Undercaptain Lhandor may certainly accompany you."

"Good," said Quaeryt, taking the mare's reins from Lhandor and mounting.

The undercaptain led the way around the northeast side of the lake, past the large briefing tent and then into an encampment surrounding a second tent barely smaller than the briefing tent. He reined up before the squad of troopers stationed in front of and around the tent.

A major, another officer Quaeryt had not met, stepped forward as Quaeryt dismounted. "Lord Bhayar awaits you, Subcommander."

"Thank you."

One of the troopers lifted the tent flap for Quaeryt, then dropped it behind him.

Inside, the tent was partitioned into two sections, one containing a camp bed and a chest, and no one. Quaeryt pushed aside the flap to the other side. Bhayar rose from a small desk, the kind that could be folded into a flat oblong to fit in a wagon. The wooden stool on which he had been seated had a thin cushion that fell to the plain gray carpet that covered the ground as Bhayar rose. Hangings ran from the tent ridge poles to the carpet, enclosing the area around Bhayar and the desk. A small noisy burbling fountain, clearly fed from a tank set on stakes, stood in one corner. The space felt confining, close, and Quaeryt couldn't help but frown when his eyes lighted on the fountain.

Bhayar laughed. "The hangings and the fountain make it hard to overhear what is said here a if one speaks quietly and not at a great distance from me."

"What might I do for you?" asked Quaeryt.

"Kharst has twice the troops we do, not to mention muskets and cannon," said Bhayar mildly, adding, "And while there are high clouds, there do not appear to be any heavy rainstorms in sight. I understand you also lost one of your imager undercaptains."

"Undercaptain Shaelyt. He was one of the most promising."

"How did that come about?"

"I was injured in the first cannon attack last Samedi, and we ran into evidence of another cannon emplacement on Solayia" Quaeryt went on to explain what happened.

"Skarpa was right," said Bhayar. "You are not indestructible, Quaeryt."

"I know that."

"There are times when you have to let others die, and you will again."

Quaeryt knew that as well, but he only nodded.

"You have lost two out of ten, or eleven if you count yourself. You must find a way to prevail, Quaeryt, one that preserves most of our forces and few of theirs."

"And if I do?"

"Then I can claim that the valiant efforts of the imagers who sacrificed much made it possible a and you will have what you want for imagers."

"If my plans meet your approval. And if you prevail a as a result of our efforts, buta""

"Do not mention such." Bhayar paused, then added, "A debt is still a debt." After yet another pause, he asked, "Do you have any plan that might work? Better than charging cannon and exploding the powder?"

"There is one possibility," Quaeryt conceded, "but it can succeed only if you do not reveal all of it. And if Kharst has no imagers to counter us."

"It appears he has few, or so we have been led to believe, and they remain far from him and close to his commanders. He distrusts them."

That's not exactly surprising, given what we've seen of how he handles High Holders. "You might think about this, sir. So far as I can determine, cannon and muskets are by far the most effective weapons against imagers. All imagers were on the south side of the River Aluse. So were all cannon and musket attacks, even though the forces on the north side of the river, until you reached Caluse, far outnumbered those on the south side."

Bhayar frowned. "I had not heard that."

"It is true, so far as Commander Skarpa has been able to ascertain. That is why I would ask that you not tell anyone all of what we are about to discuss."

"I must be the judge of that."

"Of course. But our lives and what we can do are then in your hands."

"Tell me."

Quaeryt did, beginning with those strengths and limitations of imaging that might apply to the attack on Kharst's forces.

When he had finished, Bhayar asked, "Will this work? How much will it harm our forces?"

"I believe it is workable. It is also dangerous. Any great imaging is, even when it goes exactly as planned. And you have no idea whether this will.

"I fear we must risk it."

"Are you certain that most of Kharst's troops are surrounding his chateau or near the defensive earthworks?"

"They appear to be, but one can be certain of nothing in war. You should have learned that by now."