He didn't make a great issue of it。 He loved Jehane bet Ishak； the Kindath physician。 It was a fact of existence； as much as where the god's sun rose in the morning； or the proper way to parry a left…handed sword stroke towards one's knees。 Walking the crowded streets of Ragosa； Alvar felt much older than he had when he rode south with Rodrigo Belmonte to collect the summer parias。
It was autumn now。 The breeze from the north off Lake Serrana was cool in the morning and sometimes sharply cold at night。 All the soldiers wore cloaks； and two layers of clothing under them if they were on duty after sunset。 Not long ago； at dawn after a night on the northwestern wall； Alvar had seen the masts and spars of the fishing boats in the harbor rimed with pale frost under the full blue moon。
In the first sunlight of the next morning the leaves of the oaks in the eastern forests had gleamed red and gold； a dazzle of brilliance。 To the west； the Serrana mountains that guarded Ragosa from Cartada's armies and had screened her from Silvenes in the days of the Khalifate had been capped with snow on the higher slopes。 The snow would last until spring。 The pass through which he and Jehane and Velaz had e was the only one open all year。 Friends had told him these things in the Jaddite taverns of the city or the food stalls of the marketplace。
He had friends here now。 He hadn't expected that； but shortly after their arrival it had bee obvious that he was far from the only Jaddite soldier in Ragosa。 Mercenaries went where there was money and work； and Ragosa offered both。 For how long； no one knew； but that summer and fall the city on Lake Serrana was home to an eclectic array of fighting men from Jalona and Valledo； and further afield： Ferrieres； Batiara； Karch； Waleska。 Blond； bearded Karcher giants from the far north mingled…and frequently brawled…with lean； smooth…shaven； dagger…wielding men from the dangerous cities of Batiara。 One heard half a dozen languages in the marketplace of a morning。 Alvar's Asharic was increasingly fluent now and he could swear in two Karcher dialects。
Walking a little distance aside with him on the day they had parted； Ser Rodrigo had told Alvar that he need not hurry home。 He gave him leave to linger in Ragosa； with orders to post letters of report with any tradesmen heading towards Valledo。
A captain of King Badir's army had summoned Alvar on the third day after their arrival。 It was a well…run； highly disciplined army； for all its diversity。 He had been marked as soon as they passed through the gates。 The horse and armor he'd won at Orvilla were too good for him not to be noted。 He was closely interviewed； enlisted at a salary and placed in a pany。 He was also； after a few days； permitted to leave the barracks and live with Jehane and Velaz in the Kindath Quarter； which surprised him。 It wouldn't have happened in Esteren。
It was because of Jehane's position。 She had been immediately installed at court； newest of the physicians to the king and his notorious Kindath chancellor； Mazur ben Avren。 Her formal place in a palace retinue…in Ragosa； as everywhere else in the world…carried with it certain perquisites。
None of which had stopped Alvar from being embroiled in three fights not of his choosing during the first fortnight after he left the barracks and went to live in their house。 That much was also the same everywhere： soldiers had their own codes； whatever royal courts might decree； and young fighting men granted special privileges had to be prepared to establish their right to those。
Alvar fought。 Not to the death； for that was forbidden in a city that needed its mercenaries； but he wounded two men； and took a cut on the outside of his sword arm that had Jehane briefly worried。 The sight of her concern was worth the wound and the scar that remained when it healed。 Alvar expected wounds and scars； he was a soldier； such things came with his chosen course of life。 He was also here in Ragosa as a known representative of Rodrigo Belmonte's pany； and when he fought it was with a consciousness that he was upholding the pride of the Captain's men and their eminence among the panies of the world。 It was a role he shouldered alone； with an anxious sense of responsibility。
Until； at the very end of that same summer； Ser Rodrigo had e himself through the pass to Ragosa on his black horse with one hundred and fifty soldiers and a silk merchant； the banners of Belmonte and Valledo flapping in the wind as they rode up to the walls along the shore of the lake。
Things changed then。 Things began to change everywhere。
〃By the eyeteeth of the holy god；〃 Lain Nunez had cackled in horror when Alvar reported to them that first day； 〃will you look at this！ The boy's gone and converted himself！ What will I tell his poor father？〃
The Captain； scrutinizing Alvar's clothing with amusement； had said only； 〃I've had three reports。 You appear to have done well by us。 Tell me exactly how you were wounded and what you would do differently next time。〃
Alvar； grinning for all he was worth； a warm glow rising in him as from drinking unmixed wine； had told him。
Now； some time later； running through the market under the blue skies of a crisp autumn morning to find Jehane and give her the day's huge tidings； he knew himself to be recognized； envied； even a little feared。
No one challenged him to duels any more。 The celebrated Ser Rodrigo of Valledo； in exile； had accepted a huge contract with King Badir； with the full year paid in advance； which was almost unheard of。
Rodrigo's men were soldiers of Ragosa now； the vanguard of a fighting force that was to enforce order in city and countryside； to hold back newly ambitious Jalofia； and Cartada； and the worst incursions of the outlaw chieftain ibn Hassan from his southern fortress of Arbastro。 Life was plex in Ragosa； and dangers many…faceted。
Life seemed an entirely splendid affair to young Alvar de Pellino that morning； and the brilliant； cultured Ragosa of King Badir was…who would dream of denying it？…the most civilized place in the world。
Alvar had been to the palace with Jehane； and several times with Rodrigo。 There was a stream running right through it； watering some of the inner gardens and courtyards and passing； by a means Alvar could not grasp； through the largest of the banquet rooms。
At the most sumptuous of his feasts King Badir…sensuous； self…indulgent； undeniably shrewd…liked to have the meal floated along this stream in trays； to be collected from the water by half…naked slaves and presented to the king's guests as they reclined on their couches in the ancient fashion。 Alvar had written a letter to his parents mentioning this； he knew they wouldn't believe him。
He usually tried to avoid running through the streets these days…it was too youthful； too undignified…but the news of the morning was enormous and he wanted to be the one to tell Jehane。
He skidded around a leather…goods stall and grabbed for the awning pole to help him turn。 The pole rocked； the canopy tilted dangerously。 The artisan； a man he knew； cursed him routinely as Alvar shouted an apology over his shoulder。
Jehane and Velaz would be at their own stall in the market。 She had been following her father's practice and her own from Fezana。 Even though handsomely rewarded at the palace； she was always at the booth on the country market morning； and in her consulting rooms two afternoons a week。 A physician needed to be known outside the chambers of the palace； she had told Alvar。 Her father had taught her that。 A doctor could as easily go out of fashion at court as e into it。 It was never wise to be cut off from other sources of patients。
It had been Velaz who had told Alvar what had happened to Jehane's father。
In the time before Rodrigo's arrival the two men had taken to having dinner together some evenings when Jehane was at court and Alvar free of watch or patrol duties。 The night he heard the story of Ishak ben Yonannon and King Almalik's youngest son； Alvar had dreamed； for the first time but not the last； of killing the king of Cartada and ing back through the mountain pass to Jehane in Ragos