“ … doesn’t like to lose lancers …”
Lorn rides slowly back to Kusyl, shaking his head. “It shouldn’t have happened this way.”
“That sort of thing happens, Captain,” Kusyl replies with a long face. “Happened before, try to avoid it, but you spread out too much, and they get away. Won’t be the last time’less we get more lancers.”
“We won’t get enough.” Lorn laughs, a harsh bark. “We’re not getting any until winter turn.” He takes a deep breath. “If you’d set up the sentries, Kusyl. I need a moment. Then … then we’ll have to send another messenger to the Engineers.”
“Yes, ser.”
Lorn needs more than a moment, but a moment is all he will get, since he will have to take over the first squad, and watch them as well.
The slow roll of thunder from the south, from over the Accursed Forest, passes across the Second Company, and the south wind rises, with the hint of dampness that foretells the rain and the mud Lorn is expecting.
Then too, before long, he expects Majer Maran will be arriving. Of that, Lorn has no doubts.
LXXXVII
LORN GLANCES OUT the inner study window into the courtyard, where the early fall sunshine bathes the white granite in a clear light. Then his eyes drop to the stacks of papers on his table desk.
In the outer study, a dazed-looking Kusyl is reading through all the personnel files in the foot chest. Lorn worries about Kusyl’s administrative abilities, but Kusyl can read and write, if slightly laboriously, since lancers are not promotedto squad leaders, even junior ones, unless they can. More important to Lorn is that Kusyl, rough-edged as he is, is loyal to Lorn and to the Mirror Lancers, not to blind ambition.
Should Lorn have acted against Olisenn? How could he not? Maran would not have transferred the man, and even a request for transfer would have created the incentive for Olisenn, or Maran, to act against Lorn, and Lorn does not wish to have to deal with both Olisenn and Maran at once. Lorn has no doubts, even if he has no proof, that Olisenn was an accomplice in the removal of Captain Dymytri. And Lorn has seldom regretted acting; he has regretted more the times when he has not acted, as in the case of Myryan’s consorting, which he fears will harm her more than he knows. Still … that he has been forced so to act troubles him.
He glances over the scrolls.
Although he has finished the patrol report summary to Majer Maran and the request for a replacement squad leader and the authority to promote Kusyl permanently to senior squad leader, Lorn has more than a few tasks of his own remaining.
One of them is to request, again, replacement lancers for his understrength company. Another is to write to his family, carefully, since Maran will certainly intercept such a scroll and read it. He must also consider how to change the tactics of approach to the fallen trees, in such a way that seems, if not natural, at least understandable to his men.
Lorn picks up the pen. A scroll to Commander Meylyd for more lancers will be the easiest. He does not expect much, but knows that if he does not request such, he will be considered lacking in concern for accomplishing his duties and protecting both the people of Cyad and his lancers.
After he completes it, his eyes scan the page.
… the first squad of the Second Company stands at twelve lancers, with no squad leader, only an acting leader from those twelve. The second squad consists of thirteen lancers and the new senior squad leader. Second Company is less than two thirds its normal complement … but has beentasked with handling double the number of ward-wall breaches seen in past three-season periods running from winter through summer. Therefore … requesting replacement lancers to bring the Company to full complement, and your action, insofar as dispatching or promoting a permanent junior squad leader ….
Lorn sets aside the scroll to dry and starts on the second one, the one to his family that will doubtless be read by Maran or Meylyd.
… the past seasons have exacted a toll on my company, for the Accursed Forest has continued to press against the ward-walls with continued presence. More than that, it would not be proper to say, save that we have persevered against all manner of obstacles foreseen and unforeseen … most difficult charge is to ensure that the wild creatures do not escape to plague the people of Cyad and yet not to expose the lancers to untoward harm or attack from such creatures … few understand the true need for the tasks which I now undertake, nor would I before I had come to Jakaafra ….
… trust that all is well with you in Cyad, and that Myryan’s gardens have indeed borne the fruits she has hoped for and that Jerial continues to find satisfaction in her duties as healer ….
Lorn smiles as he adds the next line.
… I have not had the time to discover new vintages here in Jakaafra, and so doubtless will return to Cyad in years to come with my palate at a great disadvantage ….
A few more lines about the apples in Jakaafra, and the joy of cooler weather, and he signs it and sets it aside to dry.
Then he leans back, thinking about tactics. Exactly how can he change formations and approaches to let him use chaos more freely without close scrutiny-and make such a change seem acceptable to the lancers, without their noticing what he must do?
He closes his eyes, mentally trying to visualize what Second Company has done so often, and dares do no longer.
The scroll to Ryalth will wait until he is in his own quarters and probably until evening.
LXXXVIII
OUTSIDE LORN’S INNER study, the first cold rain of fall splats on the ancient blued-glass panes, and chill radiates from the glass far, far older than Lorn-or than Majer Maran, who lounges in the single chair across the table desk from Lorn.
“You have had some time to consider the message in which I conveyed the sentiments of Commander Meylyd.” Maran’s blue eyes express concern. “Those are also the sentiments of the Majer-Commander in Cyad.”
Despite the headache engendered by the storm outside, Lorn returns the smile with one equally warm. “I appreciated that you made the effort to make matters clear. When one is spending most of his days patrolling the ward-wall and attempting to contain the Accursed Forest’s creatures and efforts with far too few lancers, one has a tendency to forget that there are other concerns.”
“You have indeed grasped the difficulties facing the Mirror Lancers and Commander Meylyd,” Maran says warmly. “He and the Majer-Commander must ensure that all lancer officers, especially captains who command patrol companies, carry out their duties in a way that is harmonious with the distinguished reputation of the Mirror Lancers, and that their enthusiasm for the accomplishment of their individual duties and the well-being of their lancers does not create a situation at variance with the higher goals of the Mirror Lancers. Youunderstand that, and it is indeed rewarding to work with such a perceptive officer.”
“I doubt that I am that perceptive,” Lorn demurs, “and for that I have welcomed your instructions and advice.”
“You have obviously considered in great depth my earlier suggestions, Captain,” Maran observes, “and I look forward to telling Commander Meylyd that there will be no more reports of creatures that have escaped from the Accursed Forest to plague and disturb the people of Cyad. In fact, I will be assuring him that you have gone to great lengths in using the traditional methods of patrolling to make sure of such.”
“Second Company will be employing all the truly traditional means at its disposal to carry out the instructions you have conveyed,” Lorn replies.
“The Commander will be most pleased.” Maran’s seemingly endless smile is replaced with an expression of mild concern. “There is one other matter.”