want to follow Aarant's road. I'd rather be a scholar. This's the first time in my life I've ever done something I really enjoyed."
"Why'd you want to see me? I don't have much time. I have a meeting with the Corichs."
Gathrid unslung Daubendiek and proffered the Sword. "Take it. You wanted it. I don't."
Ahlert refused. "It's too late, Gathrid. Suchara is awake. I'm not even tempted. She'd destroy me. It's safer for both of us to play the game out."
"But . . . "
"They call me a lot of names, but fool isn't one of them. Only a fool would wrestle Suchara when She's awake. Sorry. You've been Chosen."
Gathrid cursed under his breath. He cursed again when he spied Rogala in a doorway, a knowing smirk peeping through his beard.
Ahlert said, "Take your walk with Loida. You'll feel better."
Gathrid departed, stamping his feet angrily.
He and Loida took long walks after dinner every evening. They seldom spoke while strolling. Talk did no good. Just the proximity of another lonely soul was adequate medicine.
"Let's go to the lily pools tonight," Loida suggested. "What happened? You were really happy at supper, when you were joking with Mead." She looked as though she had bitten into a pellet of alum. She made the same face whenever Mead's name came up. Gathrid did not notice. He was not perceptive about women.
Loida Huthsing was blessed with patience.
"I tried to give Ahlert the Sword. He wouldn't take it. He practically laughed at me."
"Oh. Let's go to the lily pools anyway. Somebody said they're blooming again."
"Isn't it late in the year?"
"Sometimes sorcery is good for something besides making war."
The ponds she favored lay in one of Senturia's wild parks. They were surrounded by exotic trees. Among those there were benches and tables and statuary. The area was popular with young couples. Gathrid never noticed. Perhaps he was too young.
They stayed out late that evening, watching the moon shine off the pools. The silvery orb worked no magic. It only reminded Gathrid of his sister. He talked about her and brooded about his Swordbearing. Loida became exasperated.
"You're so naive!" she snapped. "So self-involved."
"That's not true. I just don't want to hurt people."
"Whatever you say, Mister Imperceptive. I swear, that foul-mouthed demon is better company than you are. Let's go back."
"Loida . . . . "
"Oh, just be quiet."
They played out similar scenes several times. Gathrid never caught on.
He remembered that night only because it was then that he learned that all was not sweetness and light between the Mindak and Mead.
They were in the dining hall when he and Loida returned. Ahlert was in a foul mood. His meeting with the Corichs had gone poorly. He and Mead were arguing about conquests to be undertaken after Nieroda's destruction.
The Mindak argued that genocide was a rational and pragmatic policy. "If we wipe them out, they're no trouble later. We can use our own people to exploit the land." He seemed baffled by Mead's insistence that assimilation was a better course.
"It's inhuman. How can you murder all those people?"
"Murder? That's a hard word, Mead."
"That's what it is."
"Is it murder when we clear a forest to build a new manor? Wait. I guess it is. If you're one of the trees. But we need the land . . . . "
"Piffle. You aren't interested in the land. All you want is profit for the family. You've gotten carried away by your conqueror image. I warned you before. And it caught up with you, didn't it? Your devils all turned on you."
"Mead, please."
"I did warn you. And you wouldn't listen. You started a huge war without the Empire behind you. Now you're scrambling around licking the boots of low-caste Corichs so you can put another army together. That doesn't befit your dignity. Why not take your losses? Just close the Karato Pass. Let the Alliance deal with Nevenka Nieroda."
"I can't. You know that. The investment is too big."
"It's an investment of ego."
"I agreed to protect the people who bought land in Silhavy and Gorsuch."
"So your honor is involved? Your word? What about your word to me? You haven't been a real husband to me since you found Ansorge. You've been running around playing warrior."
Loida took Gathrid's arm and pulled him away from the doorway. "That's enough," she whispered. "Their fights aren't any of your business."
Gathrid tried to pull free. Loida would not let him. "Come on. Off to bed."
He went. And lay awake a long time, hating Ahlert for giving his wife such