or two. Or three, if you can afford it. What's the harm?"
Tavi frowned and thought about it. Max was quite correct when he said that the girls at the Pavilion could be quite enticing, and Tavi had avoided watching them dance. It was a given that any dancer with earthcrafting would use it to hone the appetites of the men watching. Often, several danced at once, and such an environment was geared to fleece the pockets of the legionares who succumbed to their urges. Since the legionares by and large went there with exactly that purpose in mind, it tended to work out.
Tavi had been propositioned by several of the doxies there, but had declined to purchase anyone's charms for a night or to sample the wine and other intoxicants available. He had no intention of clouding his judgment-his wits were what had kept him alive.
"You should enjoy yourself," Max said. "No one would begrudge you that."
"I would," Tavi said. "I need to keep my wits about me."
Max grunted. "True, I suppose. As long as you aren't constantly mooning over Kitai, I guess it's all right if you don't tumble a doxy now and then."
Tavi snorted. "Glad you approve."
Three cohorts of recruits, nearly a thousand legionares, pounded by on the practice road, now moving in a solid block and in full armor. Their footsteps thundered in uniform rhythm, even through the muting effect of Max's screen. After they passed, and the racket faded away, Max asked, "Turn up anything?"
Tavi nodded. "Found two more legionares reporting to that contact from the Trade Consortium."
"Do we know who he's reporting to yet?"
"He thinks he's reporting to a Parcian merchant's factor."
"Heh," Max said. "Who is the factor working for?"
Tavi shrugged a shoulder. "I crossed a few palms. I might get something tonight." He gave Max an oblique look. "I heard about an unlicensed slaver operating nearby. Apparently grabbed a couple of camp followers. But someone beat him unconscious, tied him to a tree, sneaked past his guards, and released his slaves."
Max lowered his windcrafted screen long enough to stand up and shout, "Crows take it, Karder, get that shield up or I'll give you a few lumps on top of your fool head to remind you! If Valiar Marcus's spear humiliates my best, you'll all be running circles for a week!"
Recruits gave Max sidelong, dark looks until Schultz bellowed them back into formation.
"Yeah?" Max said to Tavi, sitting down again. "I heard the same thing. Good for whoever did that. Never liked slavers."
Tavi frowned. "It wasn't you? "
Max frowned back. "It wasn't you?"
"No," Tavi said.
Max pursed his lips, then shrugged. "Wasn't me. There are a lot of Phrygians hereabouts. They hate slavers. Crows, plenty of folk do. I hear that Ceres has a whole big gang of men in masks who roam around at night and hang any slaver they can get their hands on. They have to employ a whole army of personal guards to stay safe. Gotta love a town like Ceres."
Tavi frowned and glanced eastward.
"Oh, right, " Max muttered. "Sorry. Your family reunion."
Tavi shrugged a shoulder. "We were only planning on being there for a month or so. They've probably left already."
Max watched the recruits at their drill, but his expression turned a bit bleak. "What's it like?"
"What is what like?"
"Having a family."
Tavi drank another ladle of water. "Sometimes it felt like they were strangling me. I knew it was because they cared, but it still drove me mad. They were worried about me because of my crafting problem. I liked knowing that they were there. I always knew that if I had a problem, they'd help me. Sometimes at night, I would have a bad dream or lie awake feeling sorry for myself. I'd go and look in their rooms and see they were there. Then I could go back to sleep."
Max's expression never changed.
Tavi asked, "What was your family like?"
Max was quiet for a second, then said, "I don't think I'm drunk enough to answer that question."
But Max had been the one to bring up the subject. Maybe he wanted to talk and just needed some encouragement. "Try," Tavi said.
There was a longer silence.
"Notable for their absence," Max said, finally. "My mother died when I was five years old. She was a slave from Rhodes, you know."
"I knew. "
Max nodded. "I don't remember much about her. My lord father all but lives at the Shieldwall. He only comes back to Antillus during the summer, then he's got a whole