“We can’t complain about that, sir,” said Khaern with a smile.
“We have orders. Apparently, I’m going to have several duties. One of them is to organize supplies and finances here in Variana for all army operations in Bovaria. The other is to work with the imager undercaptains to aid in rebuilding certain areas. You all remain under my command, and your immediate duties will be light. You will need to provide protection for the imagers while they rebuild roads and bridges and then start to reconstruct the isle of piers, where they’ll start to demolish the ruins and build quarters and support buildings there. This comparatively light duty will allow you to rotate companies and rest men and mounts.”
“Quarters for whom, might I ask, sir?” inquired Zhelan.
“I’m hoping that the quarters will be for imagers and the troopers and officers assigned to protect the imagers, but that decision is up to Lord Bhayar. So far, he has only agreed that we may proceed.”
Khaern raised his eyebrows, but did not speak.
“I’ll be as direct as I can be at this point,” Quaeryt said. “The imagers, as a group, or in groups, can be a powerful force. Without protection, though, they’re more like unguarded cannon on an open field. Lord Bhayar and I are trying to work out a way to protect them and keep them safe and useful to him. If they are not kept safe and trained in peacetime, they will not be that useful in times of war.”
“If Khel comes to its senses,” said Calkoran slowly, “and can reach terms, who will there be for Lord Bhayar to fight?”
“I would hope Khel does come to its senses, Subcommander. If it does, and if most of the armies are disbanded over time, who will protect the ruler from factors and High Holders such as some we have seen? If Bhayar is forced to pay large armies to do that, where will the golds come from to make Lydar a better place, with roads and harbors? Not all the imagers in all Terahnar could build the roads we need. And he will need a navy to protect the harbors and ports and traders from pirates and brigands. So he must be protected in ways that do not cost thousands upon thousands of golds.”
Calkoran smiled. “Spoken like a son of Erion.”
Khaern frowned. “What do you mean?”
“A son of Erion is doomed if he seeks power for himself. He holds power only as long as he uses it wisely for others.” When Khaern did not immediately reply, Calkoran went on. “When I first saw him, I was unsure of what kind of lost one he might be. Then I saw how often he used his powers to protect others. He protected the young imagers who knew nothing at first. He protected my men, and yours. In Khel, he underwent a trial he did not have to. So did Lady Vaelora. That was to avoid a war no one needed. I hope my countryfolk will come to understand that before it is too late. Do you remember when he defied the marshal to save our men from needless slaughter?”
Khaern nodded.
“There have been lost ones, and there have been sons of Erion before. Those who failed are remembered. Those who were true to their power are forgotten. That is the curse carried by all sons of Erion.”
“That’s already true,” said Zhelan. “Lord Bhayar triumphed at Ferravyl and Variana. Submarshal Skarpa subdued Antiago.”
“Enough!” Quaeryt laughed. “That’s as it should be. Officers shouldn’t be seeking glory. I’m an imager and an officer doing a job that has to be done. We all have a job that needs to be done.” He wished he’d been able to think of a more eloquent way to downplay the entire idea of a son of Erion. “I’ll need a company today. For now one company should be sufficient to accompany the imager undercaptains each day. We’ll likely need help from the men later on, in setting up quarters and the like, but it won’t hurt them to have light duty for a week, before they get back to drills and a regular schedule.”
All three senior officers nodded.
“I’ll leave it to you three to set up the rotation schedule. Let me know if there are any considerations I should be aware of. I need to meet with the undercaptains and their trainee, but I expect we’ll ride out in two quints. Oh … and one other thing. I’ll need a duty squad tomorrow afternoon to accompany Lady Vaelora and me.”
“Yes, sir.”
Once the three officers left, just a few moments later, Khalis, Horan, Lhandor, Baelthm, and Elsior entered the study.
“The good news is that we don’t have to fight. The rest of the news is that we have a lot of work to do. Lord Bhayar needs some roads…” Quaeryt went on to describe their likely schedule for the remainder of the day, and then for the week ahead-after a day off on Solayi, before concluding, “You won’t be working long days, but they will be hard days. That way, you won’t lose your imaging strength … and neither will I.” And it will leave an impression of just how useful imagers can be. “Do you still have those plans you drew up for the isle of piers, Lhandor?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’d like to see them. Lord Bhayar has agreed to a certain amount of building on the isle, after we repair and rebuild the road from the Chateau Regis and create a wide and solid bridge across the Aluse. If we’re to be effective in rebuilding the isle of piers, we’ll also need a bridge from the west bank of the isle to the river road.”
“Sir?” asked Horan. “Are we done fighting? For sure?”
“I don’t know. For the moment, if there is any fighting, it would be against brigands and the like. Whether we go back to war will depend on what the High Council of Khel does. It will also depend on what is happening in the north of Bovaria with the High Holders there. Lord Bhayar hasn’t had a recent report from Submarshal Myskyl.”
Khalis and Lhandor exchanged glances that Quaeryt ignored.
“I’d like you to assemble fully mounted in the courtyard in a quint. Lhandor … bring your drawings and maps. I’d like to look them over.”
“Yes, sir.”
Quaeryt watched as they left, then followed, closing the study door behind himself.
Three quints later, Quaeryt and the imagers were reined up on the slope south of the Chateau Regis, with a company from Eleventh Regiment two hundred yards farther south, although one squad was finishing up warning everyone away from the south side of the structure.
Quaeryt surveyed the Chateau Regis and the low hill on which it was situated. A single narrow road angled down the hill and then curved to the northeast, running relatively straight for well over a mille toward the River Aluse, reaching it at a point north of the isle of piers, where the river narrowed and a timber structure spanned the water. On the east side of the bridge lay most of Variana. He turned in the saddle, momentarily looking south across what remained of the earthworks and ditches that had been ripped out of the once lush grounds and hunting park to the south of Chateau Regis more than two seasons earlier. He nodded and turned back to the imagers.
“Undercaptains … what do you think of that road leading up to the chateau?”
Lhandor shook his head. “We built a wide archway and entry. The road’s too narrow. It always was.”
“What about a circular paved road around the entire hill, and then a gradually inclined paved drive straight from the southwest up to your entry, and then down to the circular road on the southeast?”
“We’d need a paved area for a lot of carriages opposite the entry,” suggested Lhandor.
“I could flatten that hump opposite the entry,” suggested Horan.
“It should all be in that hard white stone,” added Khalis. “All the stone we image, I mean.”
Quaeryt looked to Horan. “See what you can do with that hump. Just move the earth and stone to where the drive will be, starting at the top.”
“Yes, sir.” Horan concentrated.
The top of the hump directly south of the entry portico vanished, and cold white mist wreathed the ground, only to disperse slowly under the direct late morning spring sunshine. A long expanse of dirt and gravel, roughly a yard deep, evenly covered the uppermost section of the road leading down the slope on the east side of the entry.