That answered one question.
“I offered to help the masons on the bridge, but the engineering major … I don’t think he trusted me. I did image some cut stones for the side walls, and they used those. Had a bit of a headache when I finished on Meredi, but I didn’t have as much trouble yesterday.”
“Good.” While Quaeryt was pleased, he hoped the other imagers had worked at improving their skills as well. He still didn’t want to have to rely on just a few, especially if one of the few happened to be Threkhyl.
“Sir … there is one thing…”
“Yes?”
“I don’t like having to listen to that Undercaptain Ghaelyn. He used to be a squad leader.”
Quaeryt repressed a sigh. “He won’t be giving you many commands. If he does, listen to him. He’ll only be doing it to save your skin. He knows far more than you do about staying alive in a fight. That’s especially true if you’re where you can’t image.”
“I’ll listen, sir.”
Quaeryt again could guess the unspoken words-but I don’t have to like it.
“Good. You might also start asking why various orders and formations are used.”
Threkhyl frowned.
“It could just happen that you might end up in charge of a squad if the squad leader is hurt. The more you know, the better.”
Threkhyl looked as if he hadn’t even considered that.
“That sort of thing was what got me into being a command officer,” explained Quaeryt. “During the Tilboran Revolt.”
“I don’t know that I’d planned to lead troops, sir.”
“There are many things we don’t plan for. With some fortune, you won’t have to, but it’s better to be prepared for … everything that you can.” Quaeryt had almost said, “prepared for the worst.” He smiled. “If you’d send in Shaelyt…”
“Oh … yes, sir.”
As Threkhyl left, Quaeryt considered. The ginger-bearded imager was acting more like an undercaptain, but Quaeryt still wondered how far he could trust the man.
Shaelyt arrived, stiffened, and said, “Good morning, sir.”
“Good morning. How are you feeling?”
“Very well, sir. I’ve been accompanying Major Zhelan and watching him conduct training and maneuvers. Well … Voltyr came with me.” Shaelyt flushed slightly. “Actually, it was his idea.”
“His idea or not, you were wise to follow it.”
“Thank you, sir.” Shaelyt looked down for a moment, then back at Quaeryt. “Sir … begging your pardon, but I have been practicing imaging ever since I recovered-”
“I suspect you’re much, much better, are you not?” interjected Quaeryt smoothly.
“Yes, sir. I can create holes even in iron plate at over a hundred yards. That’s if I don’t have to do it over water, and I can image a handful of arrows out of the sky.”
“That’s excellent!” Quaeryt didn’t have to counterfeit the enthusiasm in his voice.
“But … begging your pardon, sir, even working together, Voltyr and I couldn’t create a bridge. The best we could do was a piece of stone wall maybe four yards long and two yards high. Neither one of us could see much for a day. Our heads split for two.”
“That might well be because you weren’t facing eight regiments of Bovarians. That sort of threat can concentrate your effort more than one might realize. You also weren’t doing it with others.”
“Sir…” Shaelyt looked down. “It’s said that some of the lost ones … well … they looked like you.”
“I’ve been called a lost one by more than one Pharsi,” Quaeryt admitted. “It’s pretty clear that I’m from Pharsi blood, but as for being a lost one…” He shook his head, then asked quickly, “What else? Did you understand what the Khellan officers were saying?”
“Mostly. They speak a little differently from the way we do at home. They’ll do what you say, sir. Some of them think you’re a lost one. Some of the younger ones think … well … that you’re not.”
“They think I’m a fraud, and that Bhayar’s having me pretend to be something I’m not?”
“Something like that.”
Quaeryt nodded. If you show you’re not, you’ll likely reveal for certain that you’re an imager, and if you don’t … Once again, no matter what he did, there were negative consequences. Then he laughed, softly, but ironically. “I don’t pretend well or convincingly, Undercaptain.” Misdirect fairly well, yes, but out and out pretending isn’t exactly your strength.
This time Shaelyt nodded. “If you’ll pardon me, sir. They worry that you are less than you seem. I can see that you are more than you wish anyone to know.”
“Time will show whether you’re right, Shaelyt. Until then, I’d appreciate it if you’d keep that thought to yourself.”
“Yes, sir.” Shaelyt’s response was warm and cheerful. “I’d thought to, sir.”
“Do you have any other thoughts or questions?”
“No, sir. Not now.”
“Then you may go. Send in Voltyr, please.”
“Yes, sir.”
Almost as soon as Shaelyt had stepped out through the storeroom door, Voltyr entered quickly, closed the door behind himself, and looked directly at Quaeryt. “You’re an imager … sir. Isn’t that what being a lost one means?”
Quaeryt shook his head. “Being a lost one means being favored of Erion and also being slightly physically flawed. Blond Pharsi with dark eyes are considered as possible lost ones. I look like a lost one, and I limp like one. Being an imager would be a possible mark of favor, but it’s not the only mark.” Not that anyone ever let you know what any of the marks of favor are.
“You didn’t answer my question, sir.”
“You didn’t ask one, Undercaptain. Do you really want an answer? If I don’t answer, you won’t have to lie.”
“Why should I…?” Abruptly Voltyr broke off his words. “I think I understand.”
“The less anyone knows about what you undercaptains-and I-can do, the greater the advantage we possess. I was telling you the absolute truth about my goals when I said I wanted to make Telaryn-and all Lydar, if it comes to that-safe for both scholars and imagers. A secret shared between two people can usually be kept. One between three usually can’t. Shaelyt suspects. He may even know. We have not discussed that. I’d ask you not to discuss whatever you believe me able to do. You can certainly speculate about what the rest of you can do. You can even suggest, if pressed, that there might be something about an obdurate multiplying the effect of imaging.” Quaeryt smiled ruefully. “Is that acceptable?”
“Even being married to Lord Bhayar’s sister, sir, you tread a dangerous path.”
“No more dangerous than yours. Mine is just different.”
Voltyr nodded. “Given all you risk, you have my word, sir.”
“Thank you. Do you have any other questions or observations?”
“Only that you should never trust Threkhyl, however useful he may be.”
“I’ve worried about him.”
“I would keep worrying.”
“Anything else?”
“Nothing else that cannot be discussed before all the officers.”
“Then … if you would send in Desyrk.”
“That I will.” Voltyr smiled, almost sympathetically, and turned.
As Quaeryt waited for Desyrk to come in, he just hoped that he didn’t have to deal with too many more questions and that he could get on with more imager training, including getting them more practice with sabres, as well as having Meinyt or one of the other officers give them some instruction in mounted unit maneuvers … and if and when that took place, he’d be there as well.
5
The remainder of Vendrei went as Quaeryt had planned it, even to the point of getting Meinyt to spend more than a glass detailing the basics of mounted unit commands and maneuvers to the undercaptains … and to Quaeryt, who listened more intently than did some of the imagers.
Much of Vendrei afternoon Quaeryt spent in observing the Khellan companies in maneuvers. So far as their horsemanship and discipline went, he had to admit he was impressed. More to the point, so was Zhelan. Yet it made sense. Those who were not burning for revenge would have long since slipped away.