may."
"Thank you," Tavi said. "Gentlemen, when we're finished, you'll need to coordinate with our new Tribune Logistica, here."
Max's jaw dropped open. "What?"
Cymnea's eyes grew very wide. "What?"
Tavi arched a brow at Max. "Which word didn't you understand?"
"Sir," Magnus began, tone heavy with disapproval.
"We need a Tribune Logistica," Tavi said.
"But she's just-" Max began. He broke off, cheeks flushing, and muttered under his breath.
Cymnea turned a steady and unamused gaze upon Max. "Yes, Tribune. She's just a... what? Which word did you have in mind? Whore, perhaps? Madam? Woman?"
Max met her eyes. "Civilian," he said quietly.
Cymnea narrowed her eyes for a second, then nodded in accession, somehow conveying a mild apology with the gesture.
"Not anymore, she's not," Tavi said. "We need someone who knows what the Legion will require and who is familiar with our people. Someone with experience, leadership skills, organizational ability, and who knows how to exercise authority. If we appoint any centurion in the Legion to the post, it's going to disrupt the century we draw him from, and we need every sword and every century." He glanced around the room. "Does anyone have a better suggestion?"
Max sighed, but no one spoke.
"Then let's get to work," Tavi said. "This is what we're going to do..."
Chapter 36
Purposeful strides approached, and by the time the tent's flap was thrown aside, Tavi had his sword in his hand and half-drawn from its scabbard.
"Whoah," Ehren said, holding up open hands. The tanned, sandy-haired little Cursor looked more amused than threatened, backlit by the cloudy light of full day. "I surrender, Captain Scipio."
Tavi blinked his eyes several times, glanced blearily around, then put his sword away. "Right. Sorry."
Ehren closed the tent flap, darkening it again.
Tavi sighed. "On the trunk to your left."
"Oh," Ehren said. "Sorry. I forgot. Light." The little furylamp on the trunk flickered to life.
"You didn't forget," Tavi said, half-smiling. "You wanted to see if I'd developed any crafting of my own yet. No."
Ehren put on an innocent look. "I hardly recognized you with your hair cut so short."
"I hardly recognized you with a tan," Tavi replied. "I'm sorry we haven't been able to talk yet, but..."
"We're working," Ehren said. "I get it."
Tavi had slept in his trousers and with his boots on. He rose, slipped on a tunic, and turned to greet Ehren with a rough hug.
"Good to see you, " Tavi said.
"Likewise," Ehren replied. He drew back and looked suspiciously at Tavi, up and down. "Crows, you've gotten taller. You're supposed to stop growing after age twenty or so, Ta-" He shook his head. "Ahem. Scipio. At the Academy, we started off the same height. Now you're as tall as Max."
"Making up for lost time, I suppose," Tavi said. "How are you?"
"Glad to be rid of the islands," Ehren said. He frowned and glanced away. "Though I wish I'd come back with better news. And given it to someone else."
"Did you speak to the prisoners?"
Ehren nodded. "They cooperated. I'm fairly sure that the dead man was Kalarus' agent, and was the brains of the operation. The rest were just... well. There's always shady business for a legionare to involve himself in."
"Especially troublemakers."
"Especially troublemaking veterans," Ehren agreed.
"Fine," Tavi said. "Release them and send them back to their century."
Ehren blinked. "What?"
"That's an entire spear of veteran legionares, Ehren. I need them."
"But... Captain..."
Tavi met the Cursor's eyes, and said, quietly, "This is my decision. Do it."
Ehren nodded. "All right," he said quietly. "The First Spear asked me to tell you that the Canim are moving through the second picket]ine now, and they're making no effort to conceal their presence. He estimates that they'll be here in an hour or so."
Tavi scowled. "I told him to wake me when the first pickets reported contact."
"He said you'd need your sleep more than he in the next day or two. Tribune Antillus agreed."
Tavi scowled. Max, of course, could rely upon his furycrafting to go for days and days without sleeping. Odds were excellent that Valiar Marcus could do it as well, but Tavi had no such resource-and though he'd needed less sleep and less time to rest in the past two or three years, he had no idea exactly to what extent he could rely upon the nebulous endurance.
Max and the First Spear had probably been correct to let him get as much rest as possible. Great furies knew, he'd need his wits about him today.
"All right," he said quietly. "Ehren, I know I don't have any authority to give you a command, but..."
Ehren quirked