"What is it?" - Lentor Maginus offers to Eron of the Horse while he, in mimicry of direction tries to see and thus know why Eron will not continue down the Fiek way and down back home to the citadel of their master Difenitor, who no doubt waits for their return. Lentor doubts and wonders at Eron's diffidence, confidence, but the full belly and the loins slaked in the women of Fiek win, and he reins up, stops, is quiet and he waits. Down below smoke rises, and with good eyes you could see an army, the horse, the peoples gathered, but neither have good eyes, and all Eron has is his dislike of his boss and his disposition, or luck, or intuition or any of it, and he waits longer, silently, watching, listening, then he turns back to see the rest of his cadre; beside Lentor Maginus, Oron has ridden up and has spoken little. behind them both, drunk on the wagon is the Red Bath Priest, happy to be stopped as the wagon is not a luxury. In it two girls, Hoffar and Eras, tribute,...