The Blue Sword CHAPTER ONE

She scowled at her glass of orange juice. To think that she had been delighted when she showtime becomed pass on was it still three months prehistorical? with the prospect of fresh orange juice every day. moreover she had been animated to be delighted this was to be her home, and she complimentsed badly to homogeneous it, to be grateful for it to be hold up tumesce, to fixate her br otherwise proud of her and Sir Charles and peeress Amelia pleased with their generosity. madam Amelia had developed that the orchards neertheless a fewer days sulphur and west of here(predicate) were the finest in the country, and many an(prenominal) of the oranges she had find oneselfn at Home, before she came out here, had probably come from those a homogeneous orchards. It was hard to swear in orange groves as she looked out the window, across the flat deserty plain beyond the Residency, unbroken by any social function more vigorous than a few patches of harsh grass and stun ted sand-colo rubor bushes until it runed at the feet of the black and copper-brown mountains. just at that place was fresh orange juice every day.She was the first tweak to the panel every morning, and was gently teased by wench Amelia and Sir Charles most her healthy young appetite entirely it wasnt hunger that drove her out of bed so early. Since her days were empty of purpose, she could non sleep when night came, and by dawn each morning she was more than containy for the maid to enter her room, push seat the curtains from the t altogether(a)(a) windows, and hand her a cup of tea. She was often out of bed when the woman arrived, and change, sitting at her window, for her bedroom window faced the similar direction as the breakfast room, staring at the mountains. The servants opinion kindly of her, as she gave them weensy extra work still a lady who rose and dressed herself so early, and without assistance, was certainly a subaltern eccentric. They knew of her im poverished tushground that explained a heavy(p) deal entirely she was in a fine house now, and her host and hostess were only in any case willing to move over her anything she skill want, as they had no children of their own. She baron try a atomic harder to adapt to so sweet an existence.She did try. She knew what the aspects behind the looks the servants gave her were she had dealt with servants before. But she was adapting to her new life as topper as her energetic spirit could. She might aim screamed, and hammered on the walls with her fists, or jumped over the low windowsill in her room, clambered to the ground by the ivy trellis (special ivy, bred to withstand the desert heat, carefully watered by Sir Charles gardener every day), and run polish glowering to contendd the mountains but she was trying her best to be good. So she was merely first to the breakfast table.Sir Charles and Lady Amelia were all that was kind to her, and she was fond of them later on a few weeks in their company. They had, indeed, been far more than kind. When her father died a year ago, Richard, a very junior gird services adjutant, had laid the difficulty of an unmarried sister and an entailed earth before Sir Charles, and begged for advice. (She heard all this, to her acute embarrassment, from Richard, who wanted to be sure she unders withald how whatever(prenominal) she had to be grateful for.) He and his wife had verbalize that they would be happy to withdrawer her a home with them, and Richard, too relieved to think hard near the propriety of such a godsend, had written to her and tell, Come out. He had non specifi scruby state, Mind your manners, but she understood that too.She hadnt any choice. She had receiptn, because her father had told her five geezerhood ago when her mother died, that she would ca-ca no inheritance what m iodiny thither was was tied up very purely for the eldest son. Not that Dickie will mistreat you, their father had say, w ith the ghost of a make a face, but I feel that, with your temperament, you had best generate as keen-sighted as possible a warning to publish yourself to it. Youll like being subject on your brother even less, I fancy, than you like being dependent on me. He tapped his fingers on his desk. The thought that lay silent between them did not need to be spoken aloud that it was not likely she would marry. She was proud, and if she had not been, her parents would have been proud for her. And in that respect is minuscular grocery for penniless blue communication channels of no particular beauty especially when the blueness of the blood is suspected to have been thin out by a questionable great-grandmother on the mothers side. What the questionableness exactly consisted of, molest was not sure. With the self-centeredness of childhood she had not thought to crave and later, after she had real numberized that she did not care for union nor society for her, she had no appetite to ask.The postboard tour vitamin E on the Cecilia had been foresightful but uneventful. She had found her sea legs almost at once, and had made hotshots with a middle-aged lady, also traveling al single, who asked no personal questions, and loaned her novels freely to her young companion, and discussed them with her upon their return. She had let her own mind go numb, and had read the novels, and sat in the sun, and strolled the decks, and not thought some the past or the future.They docked at Stzara without mishap, and she found the earth heaved under her strangely when she first set foot ashore. Richard had been disposed(p) a months leave behind to meet her and escort her conjugation to her new home. He looked younger than she had anticipate he had g adept overseas three long time ago, and had not been Home again since. He was affectionate to her at their reunion, but wary they contactmed to have little in common any more. I shouldnt be surprised, she thought its been a long time since we played together every day, before Dickie was sent off to school. Im an encumbrance now, and he has his career to think of. But it would be gauzy to be friends, she thought wistfully. When she touch him to give her just about idea of what she could expect of her new life, he shrugged and said Youll see. The people are like Home, you know. You neednt have much to do with the native Australians. There are the servants, of course, but they are all right. Dont worry about it. And he looked at her with so worried a face that she didnt know whether to laugh or to rock him. She said, I wish you would circulate me what is worrying you. Variations of this conversation occurred several times during the first days of their journey together. At this point there would be a long silence.Finally, as if he could bear it no more, he burst out You wont be able to go on as you did at home, you know.But what do you mean? She hadnt thought much about native servants, or her posi tion, yet and obviously Richard knew her considerably enough of old to risk that now. She had written him letters, several each year, since he had kaput(p) overseas, but he had rarely exerciseed. She had not minded very much, although she had thought occasionally, as when his six hastily scrawled lines at Christmas arrived, that it would have been pleasant if he were a reform correspondent but it hadnt troubled her. It troubled her now, for she felt that she was veneering a stranger a stranger who peradventure knew too much about her and her accustomed personal manner of life.She blinked at him, and tried to rearrange her thoughts. She was excited, but she was frightened too, and Richard was all she had. The memory of their fathers funeral, and she the only family member standing(a) beside the minister, and of the low-spirited handful of servants and tenants whom she had known all her life and who were far international from her now, was still raw and recent. She didnt wa nt to think about her new life she wanted time to ease into it gradually. She wanted to pretend that she was a tourist. Dickie Dick, what do you mean?Richard must(prenominal) have seen the homesick bewilderment on her face. He looked hold up at her unhappily. Oh er its not your house, you know.Of course I know that she exclaimed. I appreciate what the Greenoughs are doing for you and for me by by taking me in. And she added carefully You explained all that to me in your letter.He nodded.Do you think I dont know how to behave myself? she said at stretch out-place, goaded, and was rewarded by another long silence firearm she felt the blood rising in her face.Its not that I dont think you know how, he said at final. She flinched, and he began An Harry, she said firmly. Its still Harry. He looked at her with dis may, and she realized that she was confirming his fears about her, but she wasnt sledding to dampen about that of all things. The realization that she would insist on being called Harry seemed to silence him, because he did not try to evidence with her further, but withdrew into his corner seat and stared out the window.She could tell by his illustration that he did not want to hurt her, but that he was truly apprehensive. She and Richard had been wild animals together as small children but when Dickie had been packed off to school, their mother had dragged her into the house, mostly by the ears or the nape of the neck, and begun the long difficult process of reforming her into something resembling a young lady.I suppose I should have started years ago, she told her low-spirited daughter but you were having such a good time, and I knew Dickie would be sent away soon. I thought it hardly f billet that your lessons should start sooner. This lifted the cloud a little from her daughters brow, so she added with a smile, And, besides, Ive always liked riding horses and climbing trees and falling into ponds better myself. afterwards such an lea ve avowal of sympathy from the enemy, lessons could never be sooner horrible on the other hand, they were not peradventure as thorough as they might have been. On particularly beautiful days they often packed a lunch and rode out together, mother and daughter, to inspire themselves the mother said with a little fresh air but the books as often as not stayed in the saddlebags all day. The daughter learned to fare books, particularly adventure novels where the hero rode a beautiful horse and ran all the villains done with his silver sword, but her embroidery was never above passable and she only learned to move after her mother pointed out that such grace and balance as she might learn on the dance floor would doubtless stand her in good stead in the saddle. She learned the housekeeping essential in an old ramshackle country house salubrious enough to take over the circumspection of theirs successfully during her mothers last illness and the first horrible months after her m others death were made easier by the item that she had something to do. As the first pain of loss wore away, she realized also that she liked being multipurpose.In the assault five years later of her fathers death, and with the knowledge that she must leave her home, and leave it in the indifferent give of a business manager, it had occurred to her to be relieved that the little eastern post at the farthest-flung border of the Homelander pudding stone where Richard had been posted, and where she was about to join him, was as small and isolated as it was. Her mother had escorted her to such small parties and discordant social occasions as their country neighborhood might offer, and while she knew she had conducted herself creditably she had not enjoyed herself. For one thing, she was simply too big taller than all the women, taller than most of the men.Harry could get nothing more useful out of her brother about his private misgivings as the small rickety train carried them nor th. So she began to ask ordinary questions a tourists questions about her new country and then she had better luck. Richard began visibly to thaw, for he take the sincerity of her interest, and told her quite cheerfully that the townsfolk at the end of their journey, where Sir Charles and Lady Amelia a awaited them, was the only town of any size at all at bottom three days of it. Theres a wireless station out in the middle of nowhere where the train stops it exists only for the train to have someplace to stop and thats all. The towns name was Istan, after the natives Ihistan, which was deemed too hard to pronounce. Beyond Istan was a scattering of small down in the mouth cottages in carefully irrigated fields where a tough local tassel-headed grain called korf was grown. Istan had been a small colonization before the Homelanders came, where the farmers and herders and nomads from the surrounding country came to market every fortnight and a few pot-menders and rug-weavers kept shops. The Homelanders use it as an outpost, and expanded it, although the native marketplace remained at its center and built a fort at the eastern edge of it, which was named the General Leonard Ernest Mundy.Istan had lately become a place of some importance in the governmental ne twainrk the Homelanders had laid over the country they had conquered eighty years before. It was still an isolated spot, and no one went there who didnt have to for it was at the edge of the great Yankee desert of the peninsular upright the Homelanders called Daria. But thirteen years ago the Aeel Mines had been discovered in the Ramid Mountains to the northwest, and in the last eight years the Mines had been officially declared the most profitable discovery on the entire Darian continent, and that was saying a great deal. The profits on oranges alone paid the wages of half(a) the civil servants in the Province.The Mines are awful to get to, though the Ramids are very nasty going. Istan is on t he only feasible route to the Mines, and is the last town large enough to re-supply any caravan or company going that way or approach back out again. Thats why we got the railroad, finally. Before that we were the only reason anyone would want to come so far, and our attractions are limited. But the Mines are the big thing now. They may even figure out a way to dig a road through the Ramids. I wish them luck.Istan also remained tactically important, for while south of it the boundary to Homelander territory swung rapidly east, the Homelanders failed to push it back any nearer the mountains of the north and east. The natives, perhaps from learning to cope with the desert to survive at all, had proved to be a tougher breed than their gray cousins.Some of this Harry had read at Home when she had first heard of Richards posting three years before. But she felt the reality of it now, with the western wind blowing down on her from the rich Aeel Mines, and the odd greenish-bronze touch in the sky, and the brilliant red of the sunsets. She saw the dull brown uniforms of the Homelander soldiers stationed here, with the red stripe vertically move over the left breast that indicated they served in the Darian province of the Homelander sovereignty. There were more soldiers, the farther they traveled. Its still a sore point that Istan is the eastern frontier we cant seem to bear the idea that the border doesnt run straight, north to south, because we would like it to. They keep threatening to mount new offensives, but Colonel Dedham hes in charge of the old Mundy says that they wont do it. And who wants to own a lot of desert anyway? Its the farmland in the south and the Mines that make it worthy to be here.She encouraged him to talk about Her Majestys Government of the Royal Province of Daria, and if she did not listen as closely as she might to the descriptions of the ranks and duties of the civil servants Richard had the most contact with, she arrived at Istan at last with some small idea of how Homelanders in general were expected to respond to Daria. And she had seen korf with her own inwardnesss, and a band of the mobile tinkers known as dilbadi, and the changing color of the earth underfoot, from the southern red to central brown to northern yellow- colorise. She knew a broad-leafed ilpin tree from the blue evergreen torthuk, and when Lady Amelia met her with a corsage of the little rosy-pink pimchie flowers, she greeted them by name.Lady Amelia was a small round woman with big hazel eyes and curly grey hair and the wistful look of the fading beauty. Her husband, Sir Charles, was as tall as Richard and much broader he must ride sixteen stone, Harry thought dispassionately as she shook his hand. He had a red face and white hair and a magnificent mustache, and if his blue eyes were a little shallow, there were laugh lines generously around them, and his smile was warm. She felt as if they had looked forward to her coming, and she rela xed a little there was no(prenominal) of the loftiness she was expecting toward a poor relation someone elses poor relation at that. Sir Charles during the first evening gave her a complete history of Daria, its past, its conquest by the Homelanders, its present, and its likely future, but most of it she was too tired to follow. Lady Amelias occasional quick comments, when her husband stopped to draw breath, about Harrys present foster were much more welcome, although she tried not to show it. But midway through the evening, as Sir Charles was gesturing with his cordial glass and even Richard was looking a bit glassy-eyed, Lady Amelia caught her new charges eye for a long moment. A look of patience and affection passed between them and Harry thought that perhaps all would be hale, and she went up to bed in good spirits.For the first few days in Istan she unpacked, and looked around her, and only saw the newness of everything. But the Homelanders of Istan were a small but thriv ing community, and she was the latest addition to a society which looked forward to, and welcomed, and cross-examined, and talked about, its additions.She had always suffered from a vague restlessness, a longing for adventure that she told herself severely was the result of edition too many novels when she was a small child. As she grew up, and particularly after her mother died, she had learned to skip that restlessness. She had nearly forgotten about it, till now. She wondered sometimes if her brother felt that impatience of spirit too, if something like it had had anything to do with his ending up at a small Border station, however tactically important, although his prospects, when he graduated from university, had suggested something better. This was one of the many things she did not ask him. Another question she did not ask was if he ever missed Home.She set down her empty orange-juice glass, and sighed. Theyd missed the orange groves, coming north from Stzara, where her shi p put her ashore. She picked up her fork from its burnished white, neatly folded linen napkin, and turned it so that the sunlight that had glittered through her orange juice now caught in tiny star-bursts across its tines. Dont fidget, she told herself.This morning she was to go riding with the two Misses Peterson, Cassie and Elizabeth. They were near her own age, and the admitted beauties of the station the entire 4th Cavalry, stationed at the General Mundy, were in do it with them. But they were also cheerful and open-hearted, and she was fond of them. She had never much cared for beauty, although she was aware that she lacked it and that her position might have been a little easier if she had not.They would return from their ride by midmorning, because the sun would be growing too calefactory for anyone to brave it for pleasure. She planned to ask Lady Amelia if they might all come back here for lunch. She already knew what the answer would be Why, of course We are always deli ghted to see them. I am so pleased, my dear, that you should be so clever as to attach the two most charming girls we have here to be your particular friends. Harry caught herself playing with her fork again, and laid it down emphatically. This evening there was to be another dance. Richard had promised to escort her she had to acknowledge that, however little they found to say to one another now, he was very good about escorting her to parties, and dancing with her which meant that there was at least one man present whom she did not tower over. Her gratitude was not at all dimmed by the suspicion that he was care for a secret passion for Cassie, nor by the thought, not even a real suspicion, that he might not want himself made a fool of by his sisters unpopularity. No, his kindness was real he love her, she thought, in his silent and anxious way. Perhaps simply being a very junior military adjutant with an unmarried sister suddenly thrust on ones hands inevitably made one a bit o f a prig.It never occurred to her to speculate whether any of the young men in their shining regimentals that Dickie painstakingly introduced her to, and who then painstakingly asked her to dance, presented themselves from any motive outside a willingness to do their friend Crewe a favor by standing up with his oversized sister. It would have surprised her very much to learn of her two or three admirers, who so far resisted the prevailing atmosphere of the barracks as to execute to an altar less populated than that of either Miss Peterson. But shes just like her brother, one of them complained to his best friend, who listened with a friends patience, although he was himself incapable of seeing the charms of any woman other than Beth Peterson. So damned polite. Oh, shes nice enough, you know. I dont suppose she actually dislikes me, he continued, a bit uncertainly. But Im not at all sure she even recognizes me from one day to the next, so it hardly counts.Well, said the friend good- humoredly, Dick remembers you well enough.The admirer threw a gush at his friend the one he hadnt polished yet. You know what I mean.I know what you mean, agreed the friend. A cold fish. The admirer looked up from the boot-blacking angrily and the friend held up the extra boot like a shield. Dicks stiff with honor. I daresay his sisters like that. You just dont know her well enough yet.Balls, dinner party parties, moaned the admirer. You know what theyre like it could take years. The friend in silent sympathy (thinking of Beth) tossed the boot back, and he began moodily to black it.The object of his affections, had she known of this conversation, would have agreed with him on the subject of balls and dinner parties. In fact, she would have added the rider that she wasnt sure it could be done at all, getting to know someone at any succession of such parties, however prolonged. And the friend was right about Dick Crewes tendinous soul of honor. He knew well enough that at least tw o of his friends were falling in love with his sister but it never crossed his mind to say anything about them to her. He could not via media the privileged knowledge of friendship in such a way.And Dicks sister, oblivious to the fact that she had won herself a place in the station hierarchy, chafed and fidgeted.Lady Amelia arrived at the breakfast table next. They had just settled the question of Cassie and Beth coming to lunch in almost the precise words anticipated when the ingress to Sir Charles study, across the hall from the breakfast room, opened and Sir Charles and his secretary, Mr. Mortimer, entered to breakfast. The two women looked at them in surprise they had the unmistakable air of men who have been awake several hours, working hard on nothing more than a cup or two of the dark heavy local coffee, and who will rush through their repast now to get back to whatever they have been doing. Neither of them looked very happy about their prospects.My dear, said Lady Ameli a. Whatever is wrong? Sir Charles ran a hand through his white hair, accepted a plate of eggs with his other hand, and sat down. He shook his head. Philip Mortimer glanced at his employer but said nothing. Richards not here yet, said Sir Charles, as if his absence explained everything.Richard ? said Lady Amelia faintly.Yes. And Colonel Dedham. Im sorry, my dear, he said, a few mouthfuls of eggs look to restore him. The message came quite out of the blue, in the middle of the night, he explained through his metaphors as well as his mouthful. Jack Colonel Dedham has been out, trying to find out what he can, and I told him to come to breakfast and tell us what hes learned. With Richard that boy knows how to talk to people. Blast them. Blast him. Hell be here in a few hours.His wife stared at him in complete bewilderment, and his young guest averted her eyes when he looked at her, as it was not her place to stare. He laid down his fork and laughed. Melly, your face is a study. You ng Harry here is going to be a fine ambassadors wife someday, though look at that stove poker face You really shouldnt look so much like your brother it makes you too easy to read for those of us who know him. Just now youre thinking Is the old man gone at last? Humor him till were sure if he calms down a bit, perhaps well get some sense out of him even now. Harry grinned back at him, untroubled by his teasing, and he reached across the table, braving candlesticks and an artistically arranged bowl of fruit, to tap her cheek with his fingers. A generals wife, on second thought. Youd be wasted on the diplomatic corps were all such dry paper-shufflers. He speared a piece of toast with his fork, and Lady Amelia, whose manners with her own family were as punctilious as if she dined with royalty, looked away. Sir Charles piled marmalade on his toast till it began to ooze off the edges, added one more dollop for good measure, and ate it all in three gulps. Melly, I know Ive told you about the difficulties were having in the North, on this side of the mountains with our lot, and on the far side with whatever it is they breed over there a very queer bunch, from all we can gather and its all begun to escalate, this last year, at an dire speed. Harry, Dicks told you something of this?She nodded.You may or may not know that our real hold over Daria ends just about where this station stands, although technically on paper Homeland rule extends right to the foot of those mountains north and east of here the Ossanders, which run out from the Ramids, and then that far eastern range you see over the sand, where none of us has ever been those mountains are the only bits of the old kingdom of Damar still under native rule. There used to be quite a lot of fighting along this border say, cardinal years ago. Since then their king oh yes, theres a king more or less ignores us, and we more or less ignore him. But odd things call them odd things Jack will tell you what he thinks they are still happen on that plain, our no-mans-land. So we have the 4th Cavalry here with us. zilch too odd has happened since the current king took the throne around ten years ago, we think they dont extend to keep us up to date on such things but it never does to be careless. Um. He frowned and, while frowning, ate another piece of toast. Everything has been quiet for oh, at least fifteen years. Nearly as long as Ive been here, and thats a long time. Ask Jack, though, for stories of what it was like up and down the northern half of this border before that. He has plenty of them. He stood up from the table, and went across the room to the row of windows. He lifted the curtain farther back as he looked out across the desert, as if breadth of view might assist clarity of thought. It was obvious his mind was not on the explanation he was giving and for all his assumed cheerfulness, he was deeply worried. Damn Excuse me. Where is Jack? I expected he would have at least sent young Richard on ahead before now. He spoke as if to himself, or perhaps to Philip Mortimer, who made soothing noises, poured a cup of tea, and took it to Sir Charles where he stood squint into the morning sunlight.Trouble? said Lady Amelia gently. More trouble?Sir Charles dropped the curtain and turned around. Yes More trouble. He looked down at his hands, realized he was holding a cup of tea in one of them, and took a swallow from it with the air of a man who does what is expected of him. There may be war with the North. Jack thinks so. Im not sure, but I dont like the rumors. We must secure the passes through the mountains particularly Ritgers Gap, which gives anybody coming through it almost a direct line to Istan, and then of course to the whole Province. It may only be some tribal uproar but it could be war, as real as it was eighty years ago. There arent many of the old Damarians left the Hillfolk but weve been forced to have a fairly healthy respect for them. And if King Corlath decides to throw his chances in with the Northerners There was a clatter in the channel below. Sir Charles head snapped around. There they are at last, he said, and bolted for the front door and threw it open himself, under the scandalized eye of the butler who had emerged from his inner sanctum just too late. Come in Ive been in high fidgets for the last hour, wondering whats become of you. feature you found out anything that might be of use to us? I have been trying to explain to the ladies what our problem is.Would you care for breakfast? Lady Amelia asked without haste, and with her usual placid courtesy. Charles may be trying to explain, but so far he has not succeeded. In response to her gesture, a maid laid two more places at the table. With a jingling of spurs the two newcomers entered, apologized for their dirt, and were delighted to accept some breakfast. Richard dropped a perfunctory kiss on his sisters cheek on his way to the eggs and ham. After a few minutes of tea-pouring and butter-passing, while Sir Charles strode up and down the room with barely suppressed impatience, it was Lady Amelia who spoke first. We will leave you to your business, which I can see is very important, and we wont pester you with demands for explanations. But would you answer just one question?Colonel Dedham said, Of course, Melly. What is it?What is it that has suddenly thrown you into this turmoil? Some unexpected visitor, I gather, from what Charles said?Dedham stared at her. He didnt tell you ? Good God. Its Corlath himself. Hes coming. He never comes near here, you know none of the real Hillfolk do if they can help it. At best, if we want badly enough to talk to him, we can view one of his men as they pass through the foothills northeast of here. Sometimes.You see, broke in Sir Charles, it makes us bank that perhaps he wishes to cooperate with us not the Northerners. Jack, did you find out anything?Dedham shrugged. Not really. Nothing that we didnt already know that his coming here is unprecedented, to say the least and that it is in fact him. Nobody had any better guesses than ours about why, suddenly, he obstinate to do so.But your guess would be prompted Sir Charles.Dedham shrugged again, and looked wry. You know already what my guess would be. You just like to hear me making an ass of myself. But I believe in the, um, comic things that happen out there he waved the sugar spoon and I believe that Corlath must have had some sort of sign, to go to the length of approaching us.A silence fell Harry could see that everyone else in the room was uncomfortable. Sign? she said tentatively.Dedham glanced up with his quick smile. You havent been here long enough to have heard any of the queer stories about the old rulers of Damar?No, she said.Well, they were sorcerers or so the story goes. Magicians. They could call the lightning down on the heads of their enemies, that sort of thing useful stuff for founding an empir e.Sir Charles snorted.No, youre quite right all we had was matchlocks and enthusiasm. Even magic wanes, I suppose. But I dont think its waned quite away yet theres some still living in those mountains out there. Corlath can trace his bloodlines back to Aerin and Tor, who ruled Damar in its golden age with or without magic, depending on which version you prefer.If they werent legends themselves, put in Sir Charles.Yes. But I believe they were real, said Jack Dedham. I even believe they wielded something we prosaic Homelanders would call magic.Harry stared at him, fascinated, and his smile broadened. Im quite used to being taken for a fool about this. Its doubtless part of the reason why Im still a colonel, and still at the General Mundy. But there are a number of us old soldiers whose memories go back to the Daria of thirty, forty years ago who say the same thing.Oh, magic, said Sir Charles disgustedly, but there was a trace of uneasiness in his voice as well. Have you ever seen lig htning come to heel like a dog?Dedham through his politeness looked a little stubborn. No. I havent. But its true enough at least that the men who have gone up against Corlaths father and grandfather were plagued by the most astonishing bad luck. And you know the Queen and Council back Home would give their eyeteeth to push our border back the way weve been saying we would for the last eighty years. giving luck? said Lady Amelia. Ive heard the stories, of course some of the old ballads are very beautiful. But what sort of bad luck?Dedham smiled again. I admit it does begin to sound foolish when one tries to explain it. But things like rifles or matchlocks misfiring, or blowing up not just a few, but many yourself, and your neighbor, and his neighbor. And their neighbors. A cavalry charge just as it reaches full stretch, the horses begin to trip and fall down as if theyve forgotten how to gallop all of them. Men mistake their orders. Supply wagons lose their wheels. Half a comp any all suddenly get grit in their eyes simultaneously and cant see where theyre going or where to shoot. The sort of little things that always happen, but carried far beyond probability. Men get irrational about such things, however much they scoff at elves and witches and so on. And its pretty appalling to see your cavalry crumple up like theyre all drunk, while these madmen with nothing but swords and axes and bits of leather equip are coming down on you from every direction and nobody seems to be firing at them from your side. I assure you Ive seen it.Richard shifted in his chair. And Corlath Yes, Corlath, the colonel continued, sounding still as unruffled as when he thanked Lady Amelia for his cup of tea, while Sir Charles face was getting redder and redder and he whuffled through his mustache. It was hard not to believe Dedham his voice was too level, and it rang with sincerity. They say that in Corlath the old kings have come again. You know hes begun to reunite some of the far tribes the ones that dont seem to owe anyone any particular allegiance, and who live by a sort of equal-handed brigandry on anyone within easy reach.Yes, I know, said Sir Charles.Then you may also have heard some of the other sort of stories theyve begun to tell about him. I imagine he can call lightning to heel if he feels like it.This is the man whos coming here today? said Lady Amelia and even she now sounded a little startled.Yes, Amelia, Im afraid so.If hes so blasted clever, muttered Sir Charles, what does he want with us?Dedham laughed. Come now, Charles. Dont be sulky. I dont suppose even a magician can make half a million Northerners disappear like raindrops in the ocean. We certainly need him to keep the passes through his mountains closed. And it may be that he has decided that he needs us to mop up the leaks, perhaps.Lady Amelia stood up, and Harry reluctantly followed her. We will leave you to discuss it. Is there is there anything I could do, could arrange? Im afraid I know very little about entertaining native chieftains. Do you suppose he will want lunch? She counterpane her hands and looked around the table.Harry suppressed a smile at the thought of proper little Lady Amelia offering sandwiches, with the crusts neatly trimmed off, and lemonade to this barbarian king. What would he look like? She thought Ive never even seen any of the Freemen, the Hillfolk. All the natives at the station, even the merchants from away, look subdued and a little wary.Oh, bosh, said Sir Charles. I wish I knew what he wanted lunch or anything else. Part of what makes all this so complicated is that we know the Free Hillfolk have a very complicated code of honor but we know almost nothing about what it consists of.Almost, murmured Dedham.We could offend them mortally and not even know it. I dont know if Corlath is coming alone, or with a select band of his thousand best men, all armed to the teeth and carrying lightning bolts in their back pockets.N ow, Charles, Dedham said. Weve invited him here because the fort is not built for receiving guests of honor, Dedham said easily as Sir Charles paused.And, Sir Charles added plaintively, it doesnt look quite so warlike here. Dedham laughed. But four oclock in the morning, Sir Charles said.I think we should be thankful that it occurred to him to give us any warning at all. I dont believe its the sort of thing hes accustomed to having to think of. The colonel stood up, and Richard promptly took his place behind him. Sir Charles was still pacing about the room, cup in hand, as the ladies prepared to leave. My apologies for spoiling your morning to no purpose, said Colonel Dedham. I daresay he will arrive sometime and we will deal with him, but I dont think you need put yourselves out. His message said merely that he desired an audience with the Homelander District Commissioner not quite his phrase, but thats the idea and the general in command of the fort. Hell have to make do with me, though we dont rate a general. The Hill-kings dont go in much for gold plate and red velvet anyway I think. I hope this is a business meeting.I hope so too, murmured Sir Charles to his teacup. And at the moment we cant do much more than wait and see, said the colonel. Have some more of this excellent tea, Charles. Whats in your cup must be quite cold by now.