in its scabbard from a binding alongside his saddle and handed it to her. Sasha pulled the blade a short way from its sheath and examined the edge. It was every bit the deadly, unblemished edge that her old blade had been. Even without fully drawing it, she could see that its balance would be perfect.
“Whose is it?” Sasha asked.
“It's Tassi's,” said Errollyn.
“But…oh no, I couldn't just take her…”
“Aisha insists she would wish you to have it,” said Errollyn.
“Me? Why? These things are expensive, Errollyn. It should be passed on to her family, and then on to their children…”
“Not so expensive in Saalshen,” Errollyn corrected. “Only here. That steelwork is not a technique we share with humans. In Saalshen, it's no rarer than any other blade.”
“But even so…”
“You don't understand,” Errollyn told her. “Tassi rode all this way because she had some hope that there were old and ancient ways amongst humans that were worth saving. She had hope that humanity itself was worth saving, and that in the saving, there would be good for serrin as much as humans. If the uma of Kessligh Cronenverdt, the greatest Nasi-Keth of Lenayin, does not represent that hope, then no one does. Tassi gave her life for that hope. Allow her blade to continue to serve, even as she cannot.”
Sasha gazed at it for a long moment. “If you wish to return it to her family one day,” Errollyn added, “you may do so in person. But I suspect they shall tell you exactly what I have.”
Sasha undid her own empty scabbard and replaced it with Tassi's. Her shoulder hurt—more wrenched than damaged, she thought. She'd been lucky. Unbelievably lucky, when she recalled her blade breaking. If that had happened a moment earlier, she'd be most likely dead. Serrin steel was not supposed to break. But her blade had been old, she knew. Everything broke sometime.
She found Peg amongst the horses by the riverside, drinking knee-deep in the flowing waters of the Yumynis. He whinnied as she dismounted, and came to the riverbank to greet her. Sasha stroked his nose and hugged his neck. Errollyn had found him wandering, sniffing fallen riders, searching for her. But he had recognised Errollyn and Errollyn's horse, and allowed himself to be led to the riverbank. Sasha took off her boots and waded into the cold water to give him as much of a rubdown as she could, without daring to remove his saddle lest some emergency happen.
Two of her vanguard riders were also present, haggard but desperately apologetic for having lost her in the confusion. Sasha waved their apologies away, commended them on their valour and asked after the missing two. One was dead, she heard, and the other wounded, but expected to live. She could not internalise so much suffering so quickly. She found her mind wandering to thoughts of Kessligh, his reactions when faced with memories of the Great War, and his occasional, unbridgeable distance. All this time, she'd been living with a stranger. Only now was she coming to understand him.
She was leading Peg ashore amidst the mass of riverside activity in the torchlight, when Captain Akryd arrived and embraced her.
“You were right,” he said apologetically. She could see his face properly for the first time with his helm removed. It was a homely face, round and ruddy, with only the tracings of spirit symbols about one brow and temple. The face of a farmer, or a husband, or a good father. “Forgive my opposition, M'Lady. We'd have suffered far worse than this had we stayed in Ymoth, with the outcome yet uncertain. This has been a glorious victory, and it is truly yours.”
“No,” Sasha said quietly. “It's theirs.” Nodding to the men about, particularly back to where the wounded and the dead lay.
“Aye, M'Lady. We found Lord Usyn slain on the battlefield. Several senior lords, also. Hadryn is severely wounded, no wonder they retreat in such disorder.”
Sasha blinked. Usyn dead. Just like that. She did not know who would be in command now. He had a younger brother, she recalled…but too young to be on this ride. The great Hadryn army was leaderless. “They'll fall back into the valley now,” she said quietly. “They'll know we have suffered losses, and will delay. They'll know that Prince Koenyg will ride behind us and they'll hope to hold out long enough for Koenyg to rescue them.”
“Aye.” Akryd nodded. “They have little other choice. Does M'Lady wish to make camp here?”
Sasha shook her head.