The Mountain's Call. Caitlin Brennan

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СКАЧАТЬ to himself and stood with her while the horse ate his barley, watching the last of the earthwork go up around them. “You build a city in an hour,” he said. “Then in the morning, in much less than an hour, the wall will be gone and the camp with it. It’s a very imperial thing. Even for a night you raise up a fortress.”

      She slanted a glance at him. Her eyes were a fascinating color, not exactly brown, not exactly green, with flecks of gold like sunlight in a forest pool. “You speak Aurelian well,” she said.

      “I work at it.”

      “The way you work at your riding?”

      He snorted. “We’re not born on a horse’s back and suckled on mares’ milk the way you people are.” He paused. “Am I really that bad?”

      “The others are worse.”

      “Probably not by much.”

      The corner of her mouth turned up. “You could almost learn to ride.”

      “I hope so,” he said. “That’s what we’re doing. We’re going to the Mountain, to the School of War. We’re supposed to learn to be cavalrymen.”

      “I suppose if anyone can teach you, the masters there can.”

      “So everyone hopes,” Euan said. He paused before he cast the dice. “My name is Euan. And yours?”

      “Valens,” she said.

      That was a man’s name. Euan was careful not to comment on it. “I take it you’re for the Mountain, too. School of War?”

      “I’m Called,” she said.

      She spoke as if he must know what she was talking about. It took him a while to understand, then to realize what, in this case, it meant. He almost said, “But surely women aren’t—”

      He caught himself just in time. This was beyond interesting. It was a gift from the One God.

      He would have to play it very, very carefully. He bent his head in respect, as he had heard one should, and let her see a little of his fascination. “You’re the first I’ve seen,” he said. “No wonder they’re transporting you with the treasure.”

      Her lip curled. “That’s not because I’m Called. It’s because of Kerrec.”

      She spoke the name as if it had a bitter taste. She had not forgiven the man for abandoning her to the caravan. That too Euan could use.

      He put on an expression of wry sympathy. “Your brother?” he asked.

      “Not in this life,” she said.

      Ah, so, he thought. “He’s too protective, is he? Or not protective enough?”

      “He’s too everything,” she said. She spun on her heel. “I’m hungry. They always feed me too much. Would you help me with it?”

      “Gladly,” he said, and he meant it.

      Once more her mouth curved in that enchanting half-smile. “I’ve seen what they’ve been feeding you,” she said. “You shouldn’t have to be eating soldier’s rations here.”

      He shrugged. “They don’t love us. We’ve killed too many of them—won too many battles, too, even if we lost the war. We can hardly blame them for taking what revenge they can.”

      “You have a great deal of forbearance,” she said. She sounded a little surprised. “I had always thought—”

      He showed her all his teeth. “Oh, we’re wild enough. We take heads. We eat the hearts of heroes. That doesn’t stop us from understanding how an enemy thinks.”

      “Of course not,” she said. “The better you understand, the easier it is to find ways to defeat him.”

      Euan’s heart stopped. The Called were mages. He had let himself forget that quite important fact. Many mages could read patterns and predict outcomes. Mages of the Mountain could do more than that. Even one who was completely untrained and untested might be able to see too clearly for comfort.

      He shook off his sudden fit of the horrors. It was a lucky shot, that was all. She showed no sign of denouncing him as a traitor to the empire.

      Her dinner was certainly better than the one his kinsmen would be getting. He was not fond of the spices these people poured on everything, but the bread was fresh and good. There was meat, which he had not had in days, and it was not too badly overcooked. She left him most of that. He left her all of the greens and the boiled vegetables. “Horse feed,” he said.

      That half smile of hers was a lethal weapon, if she wanted to use it that way. “I do want to be a horse mage, after all,” she said.

      He saluted her with a half-gnawed bone. “I hope a cavalryman is allowed to eat like a man, then, instead of a horse.”

      “You eat like a wolf,” she said. “They must be feeding you even worse than I thought.”

      “It’s not what we’re used to,” he admitted.

      She nodded as if in thought. There was a line between her brows. When she spoke again, it was to change the subject. “Tell me about your country.”

      “In the south and west we have forests like yours,” he said. “Beyond that, past the spine of mountains, it’s a broad land of heath and crag. Rivers run there, too fast and deep to ford, and cold as snow. The wind cuts like a knife and sings like a woman keening for her lover. The bones of the earth are bare as often as not. It’s a hard country, but it raises strong men.”

      “My father said there are fish in the lakes there that are as big as a man, with flesh so sweet that the gods could dine on it.”

      “Your father has been there?”

      “He fought there,” she said. “Does that bother you?”

      “No,” he said. “War is life. A man is only a man if he’s fought well. I suppose your father did if he was in the legions. Which was his? The Valeria?”

      She started as if he had stung her. Aha, he thought. So that was her proper name. She recovered quickly. “Yes. Yes, that was his legion.”

      “We call them the Red Wolves,” he said. “Mothers terrify their children with the threat of them. They’re the great enemy. It was the Valeria that took us in the last battle and brought us into the empire.”

      “You don’t hate them,” she said. “I’d think you would.”

      “They’re a worthy opponent,” he said. “War has its balance. Someday we’ll defeat them and lead them in halters through our camps.”

      “You are different than anything I expected,” she said slowly.

      “Is that a good thing?” he asked.

      It took her a moment to answer. “I’m not sure,” she said. “I’ll think about it.”

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