Betrayals

Lord Brooker of Holding Caforde was in a foul mood brought on by the Servants of The Bear again.

Why must we meet here? Why not Narmy? Much closer to the cause of the problems, he was fuming to himself while he stomped along the outer passageway. He was alone, all the servants wisely choosing to keep out of his way and his bad humour. Brooker stopped at one of the windows overlooking his wife’s ‘jardin de promene’, as she called it. The sight of early blooms and gentle waving foliage was calming until his eye fell on the flamboyant Lord Gallie from the neighbouring Holding of Lange, walking with his wife, Geneve.

Brooker gritted his teeth. Bear’s teeth, the bastard’s strutting around like he owns the place. Why’s she even here with him? Measuring the rooms, I suppose! Curses on both of them. Gallie turned in response to a disturbance on his left. Brooker saw a Sister or Brother, he was not sure which, but definitely a Servant of The Bear, approaching to greet him and Lady Geneve and pass a note to him. He dearly wanted to know what was written on the cream coloured paper, and his thoughts were not generous. Blighted Servants. Playing both ends against each other!

Brooker’s recent concessions to the Servants of The Bear were primarily due to his neighbours’ designs on Caforde. Tomorrow the insufferable Baron of Graene, his other close neighbour and the second threat to his lands, was arriving. He would be forced to grin and smile and make small talk with him, too. Both Graene and Lange were quick to agree to the meeting called by The Servant and quick to arrive. Keen for a chance to look over my men and fortifications, planning for a future when they are on the outside trying to force their way in, was Brooker’s opinion and the reason he was unhappy with the choice of meeting place.

Brooker turned away from the window to stalk back to his rooms, repeatedly smacking his fist into his other hand in frustration. His mind strayed to his third neighbour, Baron Wanbrow of Holding Narmy, north of Caforde. At least he has the decency to time his arrival to The Servant’s. Why in Chaos’ name aren’t we meeting there or the Servants’ Mother House? But deeper concerns than the mere presence of potential enemies within his walls were troubling Lord Brooker. Graene and Lange were too close to the Servants, the prime reason he had no choice but to agree to this meeting and the reason for the growth of the Chapter House of the Servants of The Bear. Full of meddling Brothers and Sisters, was Brooker’s opinion of it, and once let in they did not delay in expanding their influence. Brooker knew the two lords were still manoeuvring with the Servants; schemes that he knew were to his ill benefit. While his concessions to the Servants gave him some breathing space he needed to take care to avoid disappearing under one, or both, of the ambitious families. Lord Brooker planned to become indispensable to the new Servant and Rufus Seremond, ex-Seer of the Servants, but still close with them, was part of his plans.

***

Bradeley Darebene, The Servant, leader of the Servants of The Bear, arrived on schedule, two days after Lewyn of Graene settled his fat backside and multiple attendants in Caforde. He was followed shortly afterwards on the same day by Wanbrow of Narmy. Preparations were made to meet early the following morning.

***

I apologise for the delay in calling this meeting but what with my recent accession and the death of Conservator Leighton the last months have slipped by, The Servant announced at the commencement of the formal meeting. However, now we are all together I think it best not to waste time. First, a summary of what we know about conditions in Darham. Baron Wanbrow, I believe you have the most recent news.

Wanbrow, Baron of Narmy, the closest Holding to Darham, looked up from the papers in front of him.

Yes, Servant. I have a number of spies in the town and of course am in good contact with those who supported Aroke most strongly, he replied. It’s odd, she, the pretender, Lady Anita, she insists on being called Lord of Darham and, can you credit it, she hasn’t thrown any of Aroke’s followers into her dungeons. They remain at the head of their Holdings! Of course they all swore to her soon after the debacle outside Darham. What else were they going to do? She is foolish to trust them.

Old news, Wanbrow, Gallie interrupted.

Patience, I’m setting the scene. He paused shuffling some papers although he knew every word written there. She is arranging a tour to the holdings of the Pality. My information says she plans to travel light, only a small guard, including some from her new women’s patrol. Another aberration, I mean, who’d think!

Now that is interesting, The Servant commented. Gives me an opportunity. Not Irton though, with Hugo gone they’re somewhat divided with his son not yet in his majority. Hmm, not Onville either. I’m disappointed with Katherine, she’s lost all spirit since Aroke fell. Grendie of Ramber is the best choice. Ambitious. I’ll give him some encouragement.

My other news is of a general nature. It is likely your head of the Chapter House in Darham has provided you with a more comprehensive report then I can, Baron Wanbrow concluded.

Excuse me, Servant, before we move on. Wanbrow, what news of your people who went to Darham with this Lady Anita? I understand your Seneschal has brothers among them. Does this compromise you? Lord Brooker queried, wanting to bring Wanbrow down a peg or two and improve his own situation with the Servants.

Wanbrow looked daggers at Brooker for reminding everyone of the unfortunate time when Lady Anita, now claiming the title of Lord of Darham, was in his grasp, but he let her slip through.

Yes Baron, I am interested to hear about this too. I was never truly satisfied with the explanation at the time, The Servant added.

It is unfortunate. Several families in Narmy have ties back to the old Abbotets. Many arrived after the sacking decades ago. Appears they’ve harboured loyalty to the Abbotets through the generations. With her claiming the title, Ma de l’Abbotet, and wearing the badge. He shrugged. It is why so many left. I must admit I was surprised by the number who elected to go with her. Too late to do anything when it became known. Would’ve been an uprising if I tried to stop them. At the time, if you remember. He looked around at everyone in the room. The Servants of The Bear were only interested in the herb-hag, Lady Mavis, and her exact whereabouts was not known.

Quite correct, The Servant thought. But I won’t tell them of our failure regarding her. No need to let him off the too hook easily.

Someone passing herself off as a Lady of Abbotet? Surely a good enough reason to hold her, don’t you think? And, it turned out that Mavis was indeed with the ones who went to Darham. I recall you interviewed her, the Abbotet woman, and some fuss about that as well? The Servant commented.

Yes, Servant. I tried to delay her but she set off before we were ready and, ah, with the numbers she was attracting to herself: couldn’t really stop her and at the time she was not a priority, Wanbrow replied hastily, not wanting them to dwell on the circumstances surrounding his audience with her and the failure to prepare in time to waylay her on the road to Darham.

But this is history. She was a relative unknown at the time. Unfortunate, but …, Bradeley left his sentence hanging, weakly supporting Wanbrow before he continued. What we have to do now is determine our response to the current situation. Her tour provides an opportunity I will pursue. However, it is always good to have a number of plans under way.

He paused to survey the others gathered around the table and give them a chance to comment. When they remained silent he continued.

You asked regarding my knowledge of the situation in Darham. The Sustainer at Darham is true and honest and I believe she reports faithfully. In many respects it is not good for us. The Lady Anita is working hard to ingratiate herself with the town folk. Sustainer Selenta reports a happier atmosphere in the town than when it was under Aroke. Says she has detected a general air of change and a feeling of betterment for the common folk. We have some leverage points. Her new women’s patrols attract negative comments and she has issued rather restrictive edicts on the treatment of animals within her domain. A few were evicted recently for failing to comply with these. She is also meddling in people’s private affairs. Some simple domestic disputes have resulted in men jailed for offences best left for the families to resolve. Wanbrow, your men in Darham can work with these, foment unrest about her overbearing ways, I’m sure they can think of something. I also understand there’s unrest due to a recent influx of immigrants into the town.

He paused again to take a sip of wine. No need to tell them how well liked she appears to be.

Worst, though, is her refusal to comply with my orders regarding Aldec. She flatly countermands me and refuses to enforce it. The … . he stopped at the warning look from the Conservator with him. She needs to realise she cannot go against the wishes of The Servants of The Bear in these things. About summarises it. Wanbrow?

Hmm, Yes, Servant. Essentially what I know. All I can add is their crops are good except for an oddity in one field near where those killed in Aroke’s uprising are buried, a small section where the corn failed to mature properly. Probably doesn’t mean anything. Nothing else amiss but you did say to report on anything unusual.

Thank you Wanbrow. If anyone has more to add?

Why don’t you simply condemn her and have her removed? Lewyn, Baron of Graene asked.

Nice to consider but I’m not sure of the outcome. You have heard she is reinforcing her position and she is likely to respond by closing the Chapter House and banishing all the Brothers and Sisters, or at least restricting their contact with us. We would lose a valuable source of information for what gain? While they are free to move around we still have some influence and, although it goes against the grain, it is best to obscure our involvement for the moment.

If it comes to conflict again, which of the Pality’s Holdings will be for us? Sir Gallie asked.

After a short discussion the group came to the consensus that all who followed Aroke were likely to be with them against Darham. The Servant warned this might change after the Lady’s tour since she was demonstrating an uncanny knack for making friends. They were uncertain about Alsan because no one really knew where he stood before. From his previous actions Sir Trent of Boncrete, in control of a small holding to the north, was no doubt still behind her. The Conservator caught The Servant’s attention and, following his nod in agreement, mentioned the news from the Sustainer at Alsan about the Margrave Frederic’s misgivings about his new Lord: he was afraid of the instability she was causing and would do anything to avoid outright conflict.

It appears Alsan is at least neutral. Why don’t we set a campaign in motion against her now? We have the forces to do it, Baron Wanbrow prompted.

The room was silence until The Servant replied.

Have you forgotten what happened the last time? Leighton, Aroke and Hugo killed in their sleep. Will you risk the same again? We need to find the traitor in our ranks first. By now I hoped to know by obvious signs of favour. But, there are none. She is playing a long game. It’s …, another reason I’m approaching Grendie. A test of his allegiance but they do not need to know, yet. Grendie is the most changeable.

He is the most likely. Obviously not Irton and Baroness Katherine is not likely either, Brooker commented.

I’m not sure of your analysis, Wanbrow was quick to contradict him. Don’t dismiss the Baroness so fast. No doubt you know of the rumours regarding a tryst between Katherine and Aroke, but trysts can go wrong. The question is, who might have been playing whom? As The Servant has remarked before, he’s disappointed with Katherine.

Of course they all need watching, I was only drawing attention to the likelihoods, Brooker responded.

Left unsaid until now was the fact that the forces at the disastrous siege of Darham included men from Narmy, the Servants of The Bear, and Caforde. Lange and Graene were not about to let this opportunity slip by. Sir Gallie was the quickest off the mark.

Not to be indelicate, but others were present too, he reminded them.

But, Gallie, you have to consider who benefits from it, Brooker replied.

For the life of me, Brooker, I can’t see any except the woman sitting in Darham at this very moment.

Yes, Wanbrow joined in rare support of Brooker. We need to see who benefits in the future. Who’s she working with? It will become obvious if any of us are treating with her.

This isn’t achieving anything and works for her if we are in dispute. As Wanbrow suggests, the most likely is one of the Pality Holdings, The Servant interrupted. Mention of treating reminds me of the delegation we sent last month. It was futile. We all expected it but we now have a good likeness of her and those close to her. Here. He clicked his fingers at the Sister with his delegation. Pass out the pictures.

They all drew closer when the Sister removed several sheets of parchment from a carry bag, telling them who they were before placing them on the table.

Why is there a drawing of a wolf? one of the nobles asked.

I’m not sure, sir. All I was told is it had ‘presence’ and our artist considered it worthy of inclusion, the Sister replied.

This fellow, looks like one of John’s brothers, Wanbrow commented, tapping the picture of Brega.

The woman, the Lady Anita. She looks familiar, Brooker said, picking up the picture of Anita to examine it more closely.

I expect you have some portraits of Abbotets, the Conservator replied. I checked in our archives and no matter what you or anyone says to the contrary, she is of the Abbotet lineage. Her similarity to some of the paintings taken from the castle is striking.

No, something else. More recent. May I show this to my Sergeants?

Brooker opened the door and instructed the page outside to fetch all the Sergeants and his Captain to him straight away to meet in the side room. He returned to contemplate the other images. Mavis he knew and the wolf could be any wolf-dog but he was surprised by an unexpected face, one of the northerners in the brigand band they captured who Wanbrow identified as the brother of his Seneschal. It took little time to gather the Captain and Sergeants and a knock on the door soon indicated that they were ready. Brooker excused himself and took the pictures of both Anita and the northerner with him.

Do you remember either of these two, he said, passing the sketches to his men.

They looked them over, discussing them between themselves, particularly the sketch of Lady Anita, before coming to a decision. The Sergeants glanced at their Captain for him to respond.

This one is Brega, one of the northern brigands we captured who went back, m’Lord. You recall he was their leader, he said, indicting the image of the male. This other, he continued, picking up the picture of Anita. Do you remember Nic? Good scout, quick to make First Arm. Disappeared when the northerners left. We all reckon this must be his sister.

Do you know who this is? What family she’s from? Lord Brooker asked them.

The Captain and Sergeants looked at him blankly.

Apparently she’s an Abbotet. The Servants say this likeness is the image of Abbotet portraits they have! In which case, Nic was an Abbotet too! There’s two of them loose. Why’s the woman on the seat at Darham, why isn’t Nic there? It would make it more secure!

Brooker stopped, considering he was saying too much.

No spreading this around for now! Keep it quiet. These two might be up to something with one of them here. We will see what happens. No idle gossip. Sergeants, back to your duties, but Trellan.

Brooker waited for the sergeants to leave before continuing.

Do you have any ideas about Nic?

Captain Trellan added nothing of value. While Nic was with them he worked hard and was an exemplary arms-man. His quick promotion to First Arm was a credit to him. He mentioned the slaying of the demon-man when Lord Brooker’s troops where hunting down a bunch of brigands but for them this cast no question on Nic himself.

Brooker returned to the gathering of the nobles with the two pictures clasped in his hand thinking; Do I tell them about Nic and the possibility of a second Abbotet? If I don’t and they discover later? Lord Brooker had confidence in his men but knew a story like this would eventually leak out. After placing the pictures back on the table he announced,

I have some interesting news. This man Brega. He was one of the northerners we captured. Released and went home, back north, many months ago. This other, the Lady Anita. He paused for effect. A trooper was here, name of Nic. Left, disappeared, same time as the northerner. We all agree Nic must be the brother of the woman in this picture.

Brooker’s one satisfaction was the consternation and amazed looks his words caused. After the initial shock they questioned him about Nic but his responses were not enlightening because, he reminded them strongly, he was an arms-man amongst many with no reason to take special note of him. When asked how an Abbotet was in the castle under his nose for so long he replied tersely, saying he was not in the habit of poring over old paintings in his spare time. He was not even sure that any Abbotet portraits were in his possession. The meeting broke into confusion and grumbling. The prospect of another Abbotet running loose was not a happy one and they wondered whether the one in Darham knew of the other. The only positive decision was for the Servants in Darham to make inquiries about this too and a commitment by the Servants to circulate copies of her image to the Chapter Houses and alert them to watch out for anyone with a resemblance to the Lady Anita. Following on from this some doubt was raised regarding the reliability of the Sustainer in Darham. The Servant was reluctantly forced to concede she was, if not close, at least on friendly terms with the Lady Anita.

While the others mulled over the new information Bradeley sat back in his chair to consider Sustainer Selenta’s recent performance. Privately, he was not impressed but he refrained from telling the others since it impugned the Servants’ credibility. In his opinion she was not pursuing his agenda with enough vigour and was hiding behind the traditional independence of the Chapter Houses. This gave them a good degree of latitude in responding to local circumstances as they saw them; one of the traditions Bradeley was keen to see wither away. He was even considering replacing her but, Selenta can stay for the moment. We will see if she can do better, and yes, I know. Test her mettle. She can grab the herb-hag while the pretender is off on her tour. Two birds at once! And if she doesn’t, I’ll make sure of it, were his closing thoughts on the matter before taking control of the meeting again.

Lords, nobles, The Servant called them back into order. I agree this changes things. But we still need to set a course of action. It would be intolerable to let the unfortunate business with Aroke dishearten us and I …, we can all profit by taking the fight forward. I suggest some actions less traceable to us to start with.

They all paid close attention to Bradeley Darebene, The Servant, while he presented his proposals for dealing with the new Lord in Darham. Since it involved little or no personal risk to them. they were happy to let him proceed. Bradeley, on his part, was glad to bind them more strongly to his agenda.

On Tour

It was months since the rout of Aroke’s rebellion and the swearing of the Pality Holdings. Anita was at first fully engaged in securing Darham and pushing forward the changes she considered essential. She was often frustrated since everything was proceeding slower than she liked. Fortunately, she also recognised Mavis’ experience in such matters and her wise council prevented many a confrontation which would only have served to alienate her from the populace. Not willing to be completely thwarted, she dug her heels in to deal harshly with particularly flagrant transgressions. These generally concerned the ill treatment of animals and acts of aggressive bullying and senseless violence. Her work to root out corruption in the city watch proceeded more smoothly when she pursued it openly rather than in the more clandestine manner she initially implemented. An unfortunate result of her policies was the Darham jails were more crowded than before, however she was confident it was temporary and the city was on the right track.

She also was keenly aware that the other Holdings in the Pality of Darham were less committed to adopting her changes, and was very conscious of the need to shore up her authority with them: words and declarations of fealty were all very good, but it was essential for her to make her presence felt.

Early in the seventh month since her accession Anita decided she was unable to delay a tour of the Pality Holdings any longer. Her advisors suggested a grand tour which they estimated would take two or three months. She, however, was unwilling to be away from Darham for too long. Instead, she opted for a small, light and quick escort with few trappings of state. Brega was strongly against it, siding with those advocating a grand procession arguing it was too dangerous and she needed to make a show of it. She overruled him, commenting,

It’s good if they know I’m a doer, a fast mover. Keep them on their toes. No need for excessive pomp and circumstance. Make sure it’s in the messages; simple feast, not a great occasion and I will not tarry long. Plus I want to see the locals included, merchants and the like, not only the court dignitaries. Make sure it is in the messages too.

For the duration of her absence she delegated the general tasks required to run the Pality to Lady Mavis and Daniel and confirmed Brega as head of the arms-men in her stead.

***

On the day she was to depart, Anita was striding out of the main dwelling to the stables when Brega joined her.

Why do you insist on a tour to these Holdings with such a small force to protect you? Brega remonstrated, matching her pace in one last attempt to turn her from her course of action.

We have discussed this all before! Anita replied impatiently. Lange and Narmy, particularly Narmy, are scratching at our borders but will be reluctant to act if they are unsure of these Holdings. So-o, I must shore them up, make sure they are with me. The issue, of course, is if they think to profit with Lange or Narmy more than by supporting me. The business with Aroke has them all nervous. I don’t expect any overt action against us in the short term. They must recognise there is no viable alternative to me, and I intend to keep it that way.

At least take a larger force!

You know how a large force will slow me down. Three patrols are more than enough. With Aufpar scouting we’ll have plenty of warning if anything larger is fielded against us.

But your wagons …

… can be abandoned if we have to. And we only need two light carts, not a great string of them, she finished for him.

Brega moved closer and said, under his breath, Why a women’s patrol? Not fully trained, you really only have two patrols with you.

We’ve discussed this too! she retorted. You’ve done an excellent job with them. I am taking the best with me to give them some field experience. Boosts their morale and sends a wider message, particularly to the Holdings. Plus, they are more adept with the bitless bridle than those who are used to the bit.

This reminded Brega of another concern: her edict outlawing the use of bridles with mouth bits or any structure in a horse’s mouth. Some of the men were having difficulty controlling their horses.

About the bitless bridles. It’s causing some problems.

If a man can’t control his horse without forcing it then he’s not riding a horse. He can walk instead! Brega, how would you like a great lump of steel pressing on your tongue!

Some don’t have the Abbotet way with animals, my Lord, he responded in a more formal tone.

Don’t go all stiff and formal on me! Do you have a problem? No! They will have to become used to it. Once the horses realise they are free of pain from the bit they’ll become more tractable. Wait and see. Anyway, it’s been months now!

Brega reached into an inner pocket to take out the list of names arms-man Hany gave to him three weeks ago. It was his last hope for steering her off her current course of action.

Here’s the list you asked for from Hany, he said, passing the piece of folded parchment to her.

This finally stopped Anita in her tracks. She unfolded it to scan the names.

I hoped for more. And none from the women’s patrols. Hmm.

Brega, she continued, handing the list back to him and starting off again. It will have to wait but keep an eye on these. See if you can extend them. In fact, a good idea for them to practice against each other, will be interesting to see how it works out. Watch them while I am away. I will want to know what you think.

By now they were at the stable yards. Anita walked straight over to F’lar, her horse, but much more than a horse. He was waiting, ready, and she mounted without any delay. Everyone was used to the odd contraption mounted behind the saddle and no one batted an eyelid when Aufpar, the eagle and Anita’s long range scout, landed on his travelling perch with a flurry of air. Mavis and Dray, who now was always in Mavis’ company, and Daniel were already present to see her off. She acknowledged all three before indicating to Sergeant Herd she was ready to leave. He gave the order and the escort moved out briskly, accompanied by two lightly loaded wagons and, of course, Bright Moon, the wolf-dog, Anita’s constant companion since she saved him from brutal dog handlers, was trotting along at F’lar’s hocks.

Holdings

Anita thought her reception and treatment at the first two holdings she visited went well considering that they were the ones most closely involved with Aroke’s rebellion.

The new Baron at Holding Irton was barely into his teens and those advising him were keenly aware of the position they were in. The death of Baron Hugo removed the holding’s immediate link with the rising against her. The young Baron’s advisers took some pains to ensure she knew he was the chief architect of Irton’s involvement. An aunt and uncle were particularly forward. Anita surmised that they were in competition for control of the young Baron. Both were keen to ingratiate themselves with her while subtly casting doubts on the loyalty of the other. Despite this, Anita was sure that most of the nobles advising the new Baron had adopted a wait-and-see policy and were in communication with Narmy and the other holdings on her borders. The most interesting person was the young Baron, Williem Clouth. Anita discovered his mother died soon after childbirth and afterwards he was in his aunt’s care for many years. However, she detected a certain resentment towards his aunt and no strong feeling for his uncle either. Both of them were insisting that they were acting in his interests, but neither appeared to bother consulting him. Anita made sure to arrange for a couple of meetings with him alone, away from their oversight. In the course of these she discovered that he knew little of the events leading up to the present situation. She answered his questions directly and candidly and also enquired after his aspirations. Anita left feeling he would make a more capable leader than either of his two conniving relatives but, until he reached his majority, Irton was stuck with his aunt and uncle. These two tended to counteract each other which meant Irton was in a perpetual deadlock.

At the second holding Anita was particularly surprised by the response of Baroness Katherine. She received her in a subdued but cordial manor and Anita’s insistence on addressing her as Baron Katherine had a positive impact. Anita also noted her reaction to the arms-women in her escort was not negative, unlike the guarded scowls they attracted at Irton. Anita, on her part, maintained a degree of coolness as befitted any dealings with someone who was once one of Aroke’s more visible supporters. But, she left it clear that there was room for improved relations in the future.

At both Holdings she stressed her strong desire for the elimination of cruel and degrading practices against both animals and people. Again she was surprised, this time by the young Baron at Irton, who responded positively especially when she argued that the world contained enough suffering, so why increase it when it was easy to avoid? But she was not all honey and smiles. She left them both with the veiled threat they needed to improve if they did not want to miss out on opportunities in the wider Pality.

***

The trouble began after her third visit. Baron Grendie was cool and noncommittal but otherwise indicated he was accepting the current situation. When she was leaving he insisted on providing an extra escort, saying that with the recent bandit problems he wanted to ensure that she was safe while on Grendie lands. She decided it best to accept his offer since it was difficult to refuse without seriously offending him. Organising his troopers delayed their departure and it was mid morning before they set off for the next holding.

However, Aufpar, already high in the air, spotted another group of men riding out much earlier in the day. This group was ostensibly heading south east but Aufpar saw them veer off to the north when they were out of sight of the castle, heading in the direction Anita and her men were to go later. He kept track of their progress and it soon became apparent they were preparing an ambush on the path Anita and her force would be travelling along in two hours time. Rather than confronting the Baron Anita decided to turn the tables on them and sought out Nan, one of the women arms-men. She was of similar build and appearance to Anita and would play a pivotal part in plans to upset the ambush.

An hour after setting off she rode up to Herd to quietly inform him about the ambush ahead but did not tell him they were the Baron’s men, instead implying they were the bandits the Baron was concerned about. She sketched out a plan to disrupt it. His job was to ensure progress was slowed while she and one of the arms-men reconnoitred the situation. She also indicated that she did not want anyone noticing her absence which was why she was riding with her hood up. Finally she instructed him to inform his Corporals when she left and stressed the importance of keeping the knowledge secret until the ambush was discovered. Herd was puzzled by the need for subterfuge, but she was his Lord and he would follow her commands.

After recruiting Garth, an arms-man chosen for his quietness in the bush, she summoned Bright Moon to her and approached Nan who was at the rear of the patrol. On the pretext of examining Flar’s hooves they exchanged cloaks and Anita gave her the distinctive staff in the sling she habitually wore. When this was done she told her of the possible ambush and what to do when it was sprung. She then turned to Bright Moon and looked him in the eye. Stay with F’lar, guard this one while I am gone. For me, she thought at him with images of him walking with F’lar and Nan. He was the most likely problem with her plan. It was preferable if Bright Moon remained with Nan to complete the illusion but if he insisted on following her Anita had decided to accept it and hope it did not cause a problem. Bright Moon stood, looked pointedly at her before looking at Nan and trotting over to her. He sniffed her cloak and the staff and sat at her feet, looking back at her. He’s asking if he’s doing the right thing. Bright Moon continued to surprise her.

Good, Bright Moon. Give him a light ruffle on the head, Anita said softly and mounted Nan’s horse.

-Flar-keep her safe- she sent to him about his new mount using the unique thought-feeling communications she shared with him but not Bright Moon who instead was exceedingly good at feeling a person’s intent.

Not much later, Anita and Garth quietly slipped away to circle behind the location of the ambush. A soft whinny and the shuffling of shod hooves clearly indicated the location of the horses where they were picketed a good distance off the pathway. The two crept closer to spy out their minders.

Looks like two. Change of plan, Anita whispered to Garth after settling on one of the scenarios which flitted in rapid succession through her mind. We eliminate those two, then set our own ambush between the bastards who intend to bushwhack us and their own horses. You go back quick, bring the three best archers to me. Tell Herd to stop out of accurate bow shot range when they are approaching the ambush and make it obvious, but not too obvious, that he knows or suspects something. Tell him to make sure the Baron’s men are at the fore then. I don’t trust them behind him. In fact Herd can send one of them forward to check it out. My guess is they will try to retreat back to their horses and we can take them then! If they don’t we will spring a surprise on them from behind and he can charge in. Yeah, and make sure none of the Baron’s men have their bows ready. If he does charge tell him to gain the cover of the trees fast. Off now, I’ll deal with these two.

But …, he began to object but stopped when he saw the look in her eye.

How will Herd know when he’s approaching them? he asked instead.

This had not occurred to her. Even without Aufpar’s over-sight she knew roughly where the path was in relation to where they were now. With Aufpar, she knew exactly where they were even though the thick tree cover meant he was not able to see the ground clearly. She reviewed the map in her head.

Good point. I’ll mark it while you’re away. Tell him to look for an arrow stuck in a tree next to the path. A hundred paces on is where he needs to stop. Up ahead will probably look like a good spot for an ambush.

Right, Garth replied, and slipped off back the way they came.

But, he only went a short distance before stopping to turn and take the chance of discreetly observing her. All manner of rumours were circulating in the ranks regarding the Lady Anita, who insisted on being called Lord, and her fighting prowess. He was not able to pass up the chance to see her in action and also in the back of his mind was an ill formed idea of helping out. Seeking out a tree trunk as cover he nearly lost her. A shimmer of movement attracted his attention and he found her again although it was difficult keeping track of her because she seemed to blend in to the vegetation. He did see an Anita shaped bush, she must be behind it, rise to flick two knifes forward followed by two muffled thuds when they hit their targets. She was already on her way towards the two guards but her aim was true and they both crumpled to the ground without making a sound. She slowed and turned to stare straight at him, shooing him away with her right hand. He darted off to warn the others.

Bushwhacked

Dumber than rabbits, Anita thought coldly, loosing one deadly arrow after another at the men running between the trees without any attempt to dodge or vary their stride. Each arrow hit its mark and another of the would-be attackers tumbled to the ground.

The encounter transpired essentially according to her plan. The only change was due to the more subtle contours of the land which allowed Anita and the three archers to take up positions closer to the ambush than she originally envisaged. When it was obvious the ‘bandits’ were holding their position and not moving back the four of them crept closer still and attacked from the rear while the ambuscaders attention was focussed on the scout Herd sent forward. Their line dissolved into chaos after the first arrows arrived. Some even ran back towards them in their confusion. Others realised the threat both in front and behind and ran to the side. These were the ones Anita was picking off leaving the easier targets to the archers with her.

Herd urged his men forward at the first yell but held himself back to keep an eye on the Baron’s men. They looked surprised, glancing around at each other and noting him in the process, but recovered to charge behind his men. Herd followed, watching them closely with his bow ready.

F’lar was the first to arrive on the scene with Bright Moon close behind. They went straight to Anita. Nan hurriedly dismounted and shielded by Flar’s body and the surrounding bushes they exchanged cloaks. Anita took charge of her staff in its sling again.

Good job Nan, and you too Bright Anita said while she was placing it around her shoulders. Do you think any of the Baron’s men suspected you?

No, m’Lord.

Good work. It’s mostly done here. One other task. Run over there and retrieve my arrows. I need to act like I’ve just arrived. There’s five, they are in the bandits. I want them back to me on the quiet, they are rather precious. And, talk to me first before you go spreading any tales about them. You will understand when you see them.

Nan hurried off in the direction indicated while Anita stood to survey the scene. She was especially interested in the reactions of the Baron’s men after they dismounted to help check the condition of the supposed bandits.

Corporal Friun, she addressed the leader of the Baron’s contingent. Seems we found the bandits Baron Grendie is worried about. From the look of their kit they’ve raided your stores or the Baron’s lost a number of men to them which he didn’t tell me about.

Friun looked back at her with a sick expression and made no reply.

There’s more, she continued in a jolly tone. Appears I’ve found myself some good horses too. There’s a bunch back there with a couple of dead men guarding them. A few of my men are fetching them here.

One of the Baron’s men grabbed the hilt of his sword but Friun stepped in front of him to shield his action and hold him back. Anita pretended not to notice.

Yes, Lord, Friun responded flatly.

Since we dealt with his problem with no losses on our side I’ll take most of the horses. You can strip this lot and take them back to the Baron, return his gear to him. Some of them might still be alive. He can question them and do what he likes after.

Yes, Lord, Friun responded again. He turned and walked away, calling his men to him. He spoke to them urgently but quietly to avoid being overheard. Anita turned her head to the side apparently interested in something else, but she was in fact listening intently. She waved Herd off when she saw him approaching to avoid distraction. Her acute hearing confirmed her suspicions. The bandits were indeed some of the Baron’s elite troopers, the plan being to catch them between the ambush in front, and an attack from within their ranks, to slaughter them all.

Oh, and Friun, she said, calling over to him.

He looked her way.

Tell him, Baron Grendie, two.

Friun’s puzzled look prompted her to repeat the message.

It’s simple. The number two. Make sure you tell him. He will understand!

Now, Herd, she said, turning to him. What do you want?

After seeing off the Baron’s men and gathering the horses they recommenced their journey. Nan rode up to Anita with her arrows and handed them over with no comment but it was obvious she was curious. Four were intact but the fifth was in two parts, with a section of the shaft missing. Anita accepted them, placing the four intact arrows in her quiver but held the head and tail of the other in her hand. She looked questioningly at Nan.

Four were easy. All caught in the throat. The last I wasn’t able to pull out. Shot right through the chest and out the other side! Given the ‘nature’ of the arrows I though it best to break head and tail off rather than leave it sticking in the air for all to see. Might have raised some questions. Mind, breaking them wasn’t easy either. Nan returned Anita’s questioning look and hastily added, My Lord.

Good, Nan, good thinking. They’ll assume the shafts broke when he fell. I see you’re curious, but I think you have a good idea what these arrows are. First, let me ask you a question. Did you handle my staff? No. Here, take your glove off and hold it now, but don’t drop it.

Anita unslung her staff and held it out to Nan who was looking back at her in an unsure way. She slowly eased her right glove off. Her eyes went wide when she grasped the staff, but she held it firmly. Anita put her hand out and she passed it back.

You’re Hany’s sister, aren’t you?

Nan nodded in the affirmative.

Yet he didn’t put you on his list? Why not?

List?

Yes, I asked him for a list of the most, ah, ‘able’ fighters. One’s with a special knack for it.

Oh. He don’t like the idea of women troopers. Heated argument about it before we left. My Lord. What is she suggesting?

Hmm. He told me your family is strong in the taint. No, no. Don’t look nervous. Here, clasp my hand but again, keep a firm seat. I don’t want you falling off your horse.

Nan hesitated but when Anita pointedly held her right hand in front of her she slowly moved hers up to clasp it. Anita kept a firm grasp expecting the same reaction as her brother but Nan did not try to pull away. Anita examined Nan’s ‘song’ and realised it was stronger than Hany’s: his background strident buzzing was replaced by a smoother hum.

You took it better than he did, she remarked, releasing her hand.

My Lady, I …, Nan was temporarily lost for words. I …, she lowered her voice to a whisper. You … when I embrace Hany I feel a slight fizz from him, like a sound I can barely hear. And he from me. And, … and when we are close we sort of know what the other is feeling, anticipate what they are doing. But … what I felt was …, Nan was overwhelmed and also, in truth, a little fearful of the strong undercurrent of violence she also sensed in Anita. This was reinforced when an overhead cry rang out and Aufpar broke through the leaves. Wings beating hard to slow his descent he still landed with a thump on his perch behind Anita. The horses nearby skittered and jostled but F’lar did not flinch at the unexpected arrival. Aufpar turned his steely gaze on Nan.

Now you know why there’s no fear I’ll betray you to the Servants, Anita continued, also completely unperturbed by Aufpar’s precipitous appearance. While much of what they do is noble they obsess over the past and anything which has a hint of Aldec. The taint, as they call it, is anathema to them, but I don’t have to tell you. I fear the new Servant is fanatical in this.

Nan cast her a quick sideways glance and looked away.

Ha. Now no doubt you’re recalling stories about na-men and the like. Amoral, driven, monsters! Have no fear. Talk to the Lady Mavis when we are back in Darham. I think she knows more about me than I do.

These arrows?

Aldec. I found them. They fly true and straight and the heads punch through nearly anything, Anita replied. Some small lies make life simpler. She decided telling Nan she made them herself using normal arrows as a starter might be one step too far at the moment. Also, it might prompt questions, and Anita did not know how the arrows transformed from normal wood, steel and feather to the perfect black shafts with the grey points and thin, stiff fletching.

Thank you my Lady, er, Lord. You, ah, you will allow me some time to think about what you have said, please, Nan replied.

Of course. But I will put you on your brother’s list and any others you might recommend.

Nan urged her horse forward and away to conceal the perplexed expression on her face. Aldec arrows are well and good but can they make the archer uncannily accurate? All struck with high force: the farthest with the greatest force of them all. But he was the furthest … how?

Herd was watching their exchange and rode up to Anita soon after Nan departed. He asked her about Nan and she was happy to