When he reached the mess, he stopped cold, seeing most of the officers in their jackets and realizing that it was mess night. He didn’t immediately see any of the officers he had come to know when he entered the mess, nor did he see Phargos, about which he was slightly relieved, although he doubted that Gauswn or the other officers in Sixth Battalion had yet had the chance or the inclination to discuss his homilies in Boralieu with the regimental chorister. He shrugged and made his way to his place, where Haestyn and Dueryl greeted him and immediately begin to ply him with questions. Those were cut short by Rescalyn’s arrival. The marshal’s words were brief, essentially welcoming back the officers of Sixth Battalion.
After Rescalyn’s words, Quaeryt bantered with those around him and enjoyed the seasoned roasted fowl with the rice and mushrooms in sauce.
When he returned to his quarters after the evening meal, he struggled through his reply to Vaelora, let it sit on the writing desk while he finished unpacking, and then reread it again.
Mistress Vaelora-
I am in receipt of your letter of 24 Erntyn, although I did not receive it until I returned from a month spent with the cavalry at Boralieu post. I fear I am not cut of the cloth to be a cavalry officer. On the very first patrol I accompanied, I took a crossbow quarrel in the shoulder. As the governor has said to Lord Bhayar in his dispatches, the hill brigands are indeed troublesome types. One even later boasted that action against his holding would incite all the hill holders into revolt. Fortunately, a salutatory visit in force arranged by Commander Zirkyl, who commands the post at Boralieu, convinced the hotheaded holder that his words were most unwise. The injury from the quarrel limited my riding with patrols for several weeks. Fortunately, later patrols were not so eventfully difficult for me …
From there, Quaeryt gave a brief summary of his patrols, then addressed her words to him.
While I have not had time to give full consideration to your latest missive, and will not have that time if I am to dispatch this tomorrow morning, your words do give rise to some thoughts, particularly in light of my task to assess the difficulties of administering a province such as Tilbor.…
Governor Rescalyn is a good and thoughtful governor, who has clearly studied the precepts of administration and ruling, but he is most especially an excellent marshal. The soldiers and cavalry here are well-trained and extraordinarily devoted to the marshal. One officer claimed that his men would attack the Nameless if the governor so ordered. If only Rex Kharst knew what an effective and disciplined force the marshal has trained. It must comprise close to two regiments, if not three. How quickly they would disperse anyone sent against them, but, having seen, firsthand, the smallest bit of fighting, I would not wish such on anyone unless it becomes absolutely necessary, although the forces here could certainly form the spearhead of any army required to repulse the Bovarians … or for any other purpose necessary. I am most certain that Lord Bhayar understands far better than I to what uses such a dedicated force can be applied, for I am but a scholar of history and can only look back and peruse the dusty tomes dating from even before the times of the Yaran warlords.
Given Vaelora’s education and personal history, Quaeryt had every hope that she would understand the references, and the implications, assuming she ever received the letter-and that whoever read the correspondence before she did would not. If she did, then he had no doubts that she would inform Bhayar … and Bhayar was definitely not insensitive to the undercurrents of power.
Finally, he closed the letter.
Your thoughts and words offer both insight and cheer, and I am more than glad to receive them, and to reply with what insight and wit I can offer.
He used the same closing as before-“In sincerest admiration and appreciation.”
Then he blew out the lamp over the writing desk, bolted the door, undressed, and collapsed into bed.
61
Tired as he was, Quaeryt was up early on Vendrei so that he could eat before handing his dispatch to Bhayar and his letter to Vaelora to the courier. He didn’t recognize the courier, an older and wiry soldier, but the rider’s eyes didn’t even widen at the address on the letter. He did accept the silver gracefully and with a quiet “Thank you, sir.”
Then Quaeryt went to his study around the corner from Straesyr’s anteroom. He sat there for several quints, pondering exactly what he should do next. To keep the local scholars in the good graces of Bhayar, the people of Tilbora, and the High Holders, he needed to separate them from the hill holders, in a way that wasn’t terribly obvious or embarrassing to the hill holders while retaining the good features of the Ecoliae. He also needed to verify his various suspicions about the governor, and he needed to determine more precisely the relationship between Straesyr and Rescalyn.
He looked up at the rap on the open door.
Vhorym stood there. “Sir? The princeps would like a word with you.”
“Thank you.”
Quaeryt rose and walked to the anteroom and into Straesyr’s study. He couldn’t help but notice, through the windows behind the princeps, that the sunlight falling on the north walls surrounding the palace definitely seemed weaker. “Yes, sir?”
“Have a seat, Quaeryt.”
Quaeryt sat.
“On Mardi, the governor will be riding north to join High Holder Freunyt for a luncheon. Since the High Holder extended the invitation to include others, the governor thought that it might be useful for you to accompany him. I also feel that would be useful. Your reports show you have seen the hill holders. You should visit a High Holder or two as well. The governor and his party will be departing at seventh glass.”
“I will be there.”
“I also had a pair of coats tailored for you. One is a jacket in the style of an undress uniform, and the other is a dress coat. You need to stop by the regimental tailor’s this morning to make sure they fit so that, if they don’t, he can make the necessary alterations.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“You can wear the undress jacket when you accompany the governor and the dress coat to the factors’ reception on Samedi. Vhorym has your invitation.”
Quaeryt inclined his head. “I must say that I am surprised.”
“My duties are to deal with trade, commerce, and the most necessary tariffs that they raise. Certainly, as a scholar assistant to me, you should be visible, especially since several factors have already mentioned your presence in Tilbora. I would like them to meet you so that everyone can see that you are open and about my business.”
“Yes, sir.” Quaeryt paused, then asked quietly, “Sir? Might I bring up one other matter for your consideration?”
Straesyr smiled. “If it does not take too long.”
“Thank you.” The scholar rose and stepped toward the door, this time closing it behind himself before approaching the desk again. He did not sit before he spoke. “I’ve run across the name of a High Holder Fhaedyrk,” offered Quaeryt. “He’s mentioned several times in old dispatches and even in the records of the Khanar’s Council. What can you tell me about him, sir?”
Straesyr frowned. “I recall the unpleasantness associated with Governor Fhayt. It wasn’t Fhaedyrk’s fault. That was rather clear, but the governor has not been inclined to test those waters again.”
“Would it be untoward if I paid him a visit, perhaps as your intermediary?”
“For what reason?” Straesyr’s voice was pleasantly bland.
“I ran across a reference to him in the Khanar’s Council reports, and he had enough courage to write the Khanar suggesting that the two strengths of Tilbor were the High Holders and the factors and traders of the south. As I recall, and as you just stated and as your holding a reception for factors emphasizes, your duties include strengthening trade and the tariffs resulting from that trade and commerce.”