on the words and trying to ignore the pain. "The horse spooked. Wheel went over my leg."
"The horse spooked," the First Spear said. He glanced at the horse hitched to the supply wagon.
The greying draft animal stood placidly in its traces with its head down, sound asleep.
"Urn," Tavi said. He licked his lips and tried to think of something to tell the First Spear, but the pain of his leg made it difficult to come up with anything with his customary speed. Tavi glanced at Max.
Max shrugged at the First Spear. "I didn't see it happen. Just came along and there he was."
"There he was," the First Spear said. Valiar Marcus squinted at Tavi. Then he took two steps and bent down. He stood up again with the smith's hammer. "Spooked horse. Wagon wheel." He squinted down at the hammer, then at the two young men.
Max coughed. "I didn't see anything."
"Thanks," Tavi muttered sourly.
"What are friends for," Max said.
Valiar Marcus snorted. "Antillar, get your century to its proper place and prepare to march." He glanced at Tavi. "Going to be a nice day to march, sir," he observed. "But I suppose not everyone has the same opinion."
"Urn. Yes, centurion," Tavi replied.
The First Spear shook his head and tossed the hammer to Max. Max caught it neatly by the handle. "Best get the subtribune to a medico first," Marcus said. "Maybe drop that by the smithy wagons on the way, eh? Then get your fish to their place in the ranks. I'll tell the senior teamster to be more careful with this, ah, nervous horse, eh?"
The old horse let out a snore. Tavi hadn't known they could do that.
Max nodded, and threw the First Spear an awkward salute with the hand holding the hammer. It came dangerously close to braining Tavi in the temple, and he ducked aside from it, threatening Max's balance.
The First Spear muttered a chuckling oath beneath his breath and stalked off.
"Think he figured out your clever plan?" Max asked brightly.
"Shut up, Max." Tavi sighed, and the pair started limping for the medicos. "Is he going to talk? If someone starts asking questions, it isn't going to take them long to find out that I've got no crafting of my own. And I only know of one person in the whole bloody Realm like that. It will blow my cover."
Max grimaced. "Some spy you are. Maybe next time when I tell you the plan is crazy..."
"What? If you hadn't wasted time whining about it, we wouldn't be in this mess!"
"You wanna walk to the medico without me?" Max growled. "Is that it, Scipio?"
"If it will save me hearing more of your complaining, I might!" Tavi said.
Max snorted. "I ought to dump you in one of your latrines and leave you there." But despite his words, the big northerner bore Tavi toward the medical wagons, careful not to jostle his friend's leg.
"Just keep your mouth shut," Tavi said, when Max got him to the wagon. "Until we know what he's doing."
"Right," Max said. He left Tavi in the hands of the healers, then pulled his centurion's baton from his belt and jogged off to pull his soldiers into proper marching order.
Foss appeared from one of the other wagons. The bearish old healer hopped up into the bed of the wagon Tavi sat in and briefly examined his leg. "Hungh. Accident, huh?"
"Yes," Tavi said.
"Should have just bribed the First Spear to let you drive a wagon, kid. Don't have to be a real good bribe for something like that."
Tavi frowned. "How much? Once I get paid..."
"Cash only," Foss said, his voice firm.
"Oh. In that case, I told you," Tavi said. "It was an accident."
Foss snorted and poked at Tavi's leg.
It felt like a blade sinking into his skin, and he clamped his teeth together on a hiss of pain. "And I spent all my money at the Pavilion."
"Ah," Foss said, nodding. "Got to learn to balance your vices, sir. Lay off a little on the wenching, save something for avoiding work." He dragged a long, slender tub from the back of the wagon, and filled it from a couple of heavy water jugs. Then he helped Tavi remove his boot, an agonizing process that made Tavi promise himself that he would take off the boot before he broke his own leg, the next time.
Foss hadn't begun the healing yet when the Legion's drums rolled, putting the column on notice that it was almost time to move. A moment later, a