"Who makes instruments? Stringed instruments."
"Kaseth does. I imagine even your young friend Daffyd does. Why?"
"I have an idea," Anna said.
"I thought you might."
She spread the papers on the table. Once she'd been a fair artist, but that had been years before, and she was guessing at some of the dimensions and features from what she recalled.
"You have a fine hand. You could have been a scribe or an artist."
"I did some drawing, years ago, but I wasn't talented enough, and I liked music better."
"Hmmmm..." ." Brill sipped the red vinegary wine and looked at her drawings. After a time, and several more sips, he cleared his throat. "It looks something that partakes of the lute and the violoncello, and something else I have never seen."
"An acoustic guitar."
The sorcerer looked blank.
"It's like a lute, except it's more powerful and would project more sound." Anna took another sip of water. "if you want me to be useful, this would be most helpful."
"You are not even healed yet," Brill protested.
"I'm doing better, and I don't know that the dark ones will wait for me to recover."
"I have tried to let it be known that you are still at the brink of death," the sorcerer said blandly. "I had hoped that would encourage the Dark Monks to take their time."
Anna frowned. "Why? I'd think they'd hurry."
"Anyone with armsmen can take land. Unless the Ebrans destroy those who can take it back, what good does marching into Defalk do them? It is better to fight one decisive battle than many that bleed one dry."
Anna thought for a moment, realizing that she had thought that battles and taking territory were synonymous, and maybe they were, on earth-but then, she recalled Prof Martin and his lectures about Lee and the Civil War, how Lee had prolonged the war by preserving his army.
"Then shouldn't Lord Barjim refuse to fight?"
"If he retreats, the Ebrans will take the best fields and the orchards, and their harvest. He owes half a harvest's worth of coins to the moneylenders in Encora."
Anna got the impression that Lord Barjim was damned one way or another. She gathered the drawings up. "What should something like this cost?" Then she shook her head. "Why am I asking? I don't have any way to pay for it."
"I would guess that it would cost a gold." Brill set down his goblet. "I will supply the woods from the players' stocks, and pay for it." He laughed. "If it helps defeat the dark ones, it is a small price to pay, and if it does not, then I won't miss it, either. Tell Daffyd, and he would be better than Kaseth for a strange instrument, that he may use the seasoned woods." Brill's hands dipped out of sight and returned with several heavy silver coins. "Best you offer him a silver as a token. I will send a messenger in your name after we eat." The sorcerer reached for the bread.
Anna ladled out the hot and tart apples, then took both bread and cheese. She seemed always hungry, but she wasn't gaining weight. If anything, she had lost a bit-not nearly what she would have liked-but the trousers seemed slightly looser. That had to be from the t ime when she was unconscious and hadn't been able to eat.
When she finally looked down at her platter and around the table, Anna flushed, realizing she had eaten almost as much as Brill. Eating that way, she'd gain everything back!
"I will send for Daffyd," Brill said as he finished the last of his wine and rose from the table.
"I think I'll be ready to ride in a few days, and then I can go back to work in the workroom"
"So soon?"
"So long as there's no infection, there's no reason to sit around."
"As you wish, Lady Anna."
Anna drank another goblet of water and watched the empty walls, and sun-drenched Mencha, for a time. Serna removed all the dishes except for the water pitcher and Anna's glass. She'd meant to talk to Brill about harmony, to ask whether a harmonic spell would work. The Donner- musik book had implied it was workable. But somehow, she hadn't felt right about asking-or maybe she wasn't up to a fight, not that she ever was, when she was still recovering.
"The player Daffyd," Florenda announced finally.
"Have him come Anna stood and waited.
"You sent for me, lady?" Daffyd bowed, deeply enough almost for it to be sardonic.
"Yes. I did. I didn't know how else to find you, and it's not exactly wise for me to go riding all over Mencha in my condition." Her eyes dropped to the wrapped shoulder. "Not yet, anyway.
Not since I'm still weak in the sorcery department."
Daffyd frowned at the word "department."
"I have a favor to ask. I need an instrument made. It's special." Anna bent over the table and spread out the papers again, ignoring the twinge in her shoulder and the faint throbbing in her left hand.
Daffyd looked at the drawings. "How big is this instrument?"
"A little more than a yard." Anna started to spread her hands to indicate how large, then thought better of it as her shoulder twinged.
Daffyd's eyes rolled. "Six strings? What kind of strings?"
"The four from the cello and the two deepest ones from your viola, except longer. I'll tune them differently. When can you start?"
"I must find woods, and-"
"Lord Brill said that Kaseth would give you the material from the players' stocks, and he said you could use the most seasoned woods. I don't have much I can give you, not yet, but.. ." Anna extracted one of the silver coins from her purse.
"Why do you need this. . . what would you call it?"
"It's not a guitar, not with gut strings, but it should be a lot stronger than a lute. Call it a lutar."
Anna almost laughed, thinking that "lutar" sounded much better than "guilute.'' "I need it for sorcery."
"You haven't asked for a bow."
"It's to be strummed or plucked."
Daffyd frowned. "I've heard of sorcerers using lutes, lady, but they don't help much because your fingers will touch the strings."
Anna pursed her ups. She didn't like picks, but they might solve part of the problem. "There might be a way around that. How soon can you do this?"
"It should take a season."
Anna shook her head. "I need something a lot sooner. A lot sooner."
"I can try," Daffyd said. "The seasoned woods will help, but it will not be as good as I would like if I hurry."
"Daffyd... most times I would agree with you, but this is one time where a poor instrument is better than none."
The young instrumentalist's eyebrows lifted. "Go Anna laughed. "Listen to your elders."
When the young man had left the salon, Anna stood, gathered the papers, and walked slowly up to her chamber, accompanied by Florenda. What other tasks could she devise for the girl?-not too onerous, but ones that would keep her out of Anna's hair all the time.
She tried not to sigh, wishing that she felt stronger. Still, she intended to be riding again within another few days. If she had to stay in the hall much longer, she'd scream- except she wouldn't.
She always tried to be reasonable.
24.
FALCOR, DEFALK.
Why does it take your sire, the powerful and wise Lord Jecks, so dissonantly long to gather his levies? Three weeks more before he can move them down the Mencha road?" Barjim looks at the half-eaten loaf of bread on the table between them, then scoops up a handful of the heavily salted almonds.
The broad-shouldered brunette, whose short hair shows streaks of gray, brushes the crumbs off the worn leathers that match Barjim's. "Because it's the only way he can buy you time. You can't be expected to move against the dark ones without the largest company of your lords'
levies." She takes a deep swig from her pewter goblet and sets it on the table. "The dark ones wish to crush us at one blow, and they will wait-for a time, but not until harvest, or even close to it."
"Alasia, I sing praise the day we were joined-when I'm not cursing it." He refills his goblet.
"I know. Do you want me to be less than I am? Would that help?" Her voice is calm, free of edge or bitterness, gentle, but not soft.
"No. You know that. So does half of Liedwahr, unfortunately." After a sip from the goblet, he asks, "What can I gain from such time?"
"Send a message to your sorcerer, for one. Suggest that he had best use the time to good advantage."
"I did that already. Twice, as you may recall. He responds that he stands ready for my summons." Barjim takes another swallow of the harsh wine.
"Can you replace some of the liedburg guards in Denguic with levies in similar garb, levies from Sudwei, perhaps?"
"That might help. That cripple Geansor won't complain."
"Not with his heir and daughter in the south tower," says Alasia dryly.
"You've never approved of that, but what choice do I have? In any case. . ." Barjim pauses and rubs his left temple. "In any case, we could move them in with the supply wagons over the next week. Behlem wouldn't notice the difference through a scrying pond, no matter what he claims about being the Prophet of Music. It's easy to claim that sort of thing with the Liedfuhr of Mansuur behind you."
"And his coins," murmurs Alasia.
"Those, too." Barjim takes another handful of nuts.
25.
The first battle song-again," ordered Brill.
Daffyd shifted his weight on his stool, his eyes flicking to Anna and then away, before he lifted his bow.
From the chair at the side of the practice room, Anna listened as the eight players followed Brill's gestures. Kaseth, one of the other violinists, one clarinetist, and the basshorn player were missing.
Gero sat on a stool in the corner, his eyes on Brill.
Liende and the falk hornist carried the main melody of the short battle song, and the strings supported them, rather than the other way around, as it had been in the previous practices Anna had attended. Even so, the structure still seemed mostly polyphonic, and she couldn't help but wonder if homophonic music would provide stronger spell support-or even vocal harmony.
Anna suppressed a bitter laugh. Theory wasn't her bag, and she was speculating again on what kind of music would cast spells better in a world she scarcely understood. Avery would have done that, but was she any better?
Mentally, she tried to construct some verse that would follow the music, but found she could not-not anything that made sense. She could adapt something she knew... but creating it from scratch, that she hadn't been able to do-not yet anyway. Had Brill actually written the battle song-or inherited it from his father?
After the practice, Anna made her way across the room to Daffyd. "How are you coming on the lutar?"
"I have the frame done. Do you want the fingerboard rounded like a violin?"
"Flat, if you can, and..." Anna shook her head. There wasn't any point in fretting the board, not when she didn't know and couldn't begin to calculate the intervals. That would make fingering hard, and even harder on her fingers, but violinists managed it.
"I have also found some of the best spruce for the bass peg and the sounding peg."
"Good." Anna recalled spruce was supposed to be good for that. "Hardwood for the front and back?"
"Maple and rosewood."
"How soon?"
"I cannot say." Daffyd closed the case for his viola. "Sooner than I had thought." He glanced toward the entry hall where Brill and Liende stood. "Lord Brill said that I should only work on your lutar and my playing."
Anna nodded. So Brill thought her lutar was that important. He hadn't told her.
Daffyd, Liende, and several of the players followed them back to the hall, riding discretely behind Anna and the sorcerer.
Brill pointed to the east, and the dark clouds over the distant mountains. "The clouds-the dark ones are working the weather again. The eastern rains never reach us."
" black bastards . . ."
Anna caught the words but not the speaker, although she thought it might have been Frideric.