looked into your records," he said. "You aren't much of a furycrafter."
A flash of irritation mixed with pain rolled through Tavi's chest. "I've just got my Legion basics, " Tavi said-which was true, as far as the false records provided by the Cursors were concerned. "A little metal. I can handle a sword. Not like the greats, but I can hold my own."
The captain nodded. "Sometimes men go out of their way to conceal their talents, for whatever reason. Some don't want the responsibility. Some don't want to stand out. Others will embarrass an illegitimate parent should they do too much. Like your friend, Maximus."
Tavi smiled tightly. "That's not me, Captain."
Cyril studied Tavi for a moment, then nodded slowly. "I don't have those kinds of gifts, either. Pity," he said, and turned back to the field. "I was hoping I might round up a few more Knights."
Tavi arched an eyebrow. "Knights? Don't we have a full complement, sir?"
Cyril's armor rasped as he shrugged a shoulder. "We have Knights, but you know what a valuable commodity that kind of talent can be. Every High Lord in the Realm wants all the Knights he can beg, buy, borrow, or steal. Especially given the tensions lately. Our Knights are largely, ah... how to phrase this."
"Fish, sir?" Tavi suggested. "Knights Pisces?"
The captain snorted. "Close enough. Though I would have said young and clumsy. We've only got one Knight Ignus, and he's currently being treated for burn wounds." Cyril shook his head. "A batch of a dozen or so Terra and Flora aren't bad, but they've got a lot of work to do, and there aren't nearly enough of them. We've got no Knights Ferrous at all. And all the rest, sixty of them, are Knights Aeris."
Tavi lifted his eyebrows. "Most Legions would kill to have that many Knights Aeris, sir."
"Yes." Cyril sighed. "If they could fly."
"They can't?" Tavi asked. "I thought that was what you had to be able to do to be one of those, sir."
"Oh, they can get into the air, for the most part. Getting down again in one piece has proven something of a problem. If Tribune Fantus and young Antillus hadn't been there to lessen the impacts, and Lady Antillus hadn't come down with her son, we'd have had fatalities already."
Tavi frowned, then said, "Perhaps Maximus could help them out? Instructing them, I mean."
The captain broke out into a single bark of laughter. "It would be inappropriate. And I need him where he is. But even if I didn't, I wouldn't let him anywhere near the Knights Pisces. Have you seen him^y?"
Tavi frowned for a moment and thought about it. "No, sir."
"He doesn't fly so much as make these great, bounding hops. He can land on his feet sometimes. Other times, he hits something. We pulled him out of a peat bog once. I can't tell you how many times he's broken his legs."
Tavi frowned. "That... hardly sounds like Max, sir."
"I would imagine he doesn't talk about it much. He never got it down, but I didn't think he'd ever give up trying. Then I saw him ride in here. Damn shame. But it happens like that sometimes."
"Yes, sir," Tavi said, unsure what to say.
"Scipio," the captain went on. "I haven't asked you for your oath to the Legion yet."
"No, sir. I figured that's what this was about."
"It is," Cyril said. He narrowed his eyes. "I'm no fool, lad. A lot of men are here for their own reasons. And some are here for someone else's reasons."
Tavi looked out over the practice field and remained silent, unsure what to say.
"I'll only ask you this one question. Can you swear your loyalty to this Legion, to these men, and mean it beyond any doubt, any question?"
"Sir..." Tavi began.
"It's important," the captain said. "We all need to know that we can rely upon one another. That we will serve the Crown and the Realm regardless of the hazard or difficulty. That we will not leave a brother behind, nor hesitate to give our lives for one another. Otherwise, this is no Legion. Just a mob of men with weapons." He faced Tavi, and said, "Can you look me in the eyes and swear that, young man?"
Tavi looked up and met Cyril's eyes. "I am here to serve the Crown, sir. Yes."
"Then I have your oath?"
"You do."
The captain stared at Tavi for a moment, then nodded once, sharply, and offered his hand. Tavi blinked for a second and traded grips with Cyril.