d his metal…clad forearm into a bandit's face and felt bones crunch with the blow。 With a moment's respite he looked quickly around and spotted a cluster of his men ringing the gold。 Two of the mules were down： the cowards had shot at the animals again。
〃Over there！〃 he shouted to Edrique； gesturing。 〃Fight over that way！〃
Edrique nodded his head and turned。 Then he fell。 Someone jerked a sword out from his ribs。
In the space where his second…in…mand had stood a moment before； a brave； petent； living man； Nino saw an apparition。
The man who had killed Edrique had to be at least sixty years old。 He was built like an ox； though； massive and thick…muscled； broad…shouldered； heavy…browed； a huge； ugly head。 He was dripping with blood。 His long； snarled white beard was dyed and clotted with it； blood streamed from his bald head and had soaked the dun…colored clothing and leather armor he wore。 The man； eyes wild with battle lust； levelled his red sword at Nino。
〃Surrender or you will die！〃 he roared in crude Esperanan。 〃We grant ransoming if you yield！〃
Nino glanced past the outlaw。 Saw the ring of his men still holding around the mules。 Many dead； but more of their foes fallen in front of them…and his pany were soldiers； the best Jalona had。 The old man was bluffing； taking Nino for a coward and a fool。
〃Jad rot you！〃 Nino screamed； his throat scraped raw。 He cut viciously on the backhand against the other man's blade and drove the blood…soaked figure back a step with the sheer force of his rage。 Another outlaw rushed up on Nino's left； Nino twisted under his too…high sword stroke and swept his own blade back across and down。 He felt it bite into flesh。 A red joy filled him。 His victim made a sloppy； wet sound and fell to the frosted earth。
The white…bearded outlaw froze for a moment； screaming a name； and Nino used that hesitation to ram straight into him and then past； as the man gave way； to where most of his remaining men were ferociously defending the gold。 He stumbled into their ranks； greeted with glad； fierce cries； and he turned； snarling； to fight again。
Surrender？ To these？ To be ransomed by the king from Asharite bandits； with the parias lost？ There were worse things than dying； far worse things。
This is not war as I dreamed it； Alvar was thinking。
He was remembering the farm； childhood； an eager boy； a soldier's only son； with a wooden sword always by his bed at night。 Images of glory and heroism dancing beyond the window in the starry dark after the candles had been blown out。 A long time ago。
They were waiting in pale cold sunlight at the north end of the valley。
Kill anyone who es out； Lain Nunez had said。 Only two men had。 They had been battling each other； grappled together； grunting and snorting like animals。 Their bat had carried them right out of the defile； tumbling and rolling； fingers clawing at each other's eyes。 Ludus and Martin； efficient and precise； had moved their horses over and dispatched both men with arrows。 The two bodies lay now； still intertwined； on the frosted grass。
There was nothing remotely heroic or even particularly dangerous about what they were doing。 Even the night sweep into the burning hamlet of Orvilla last summer had had more intensity； more of a sense of real warfare； than this edgy waiting while other men killed each other out of sight in the dark space north of them。 Alvar glanced over his shoulder at a sound and saw the Captain riding up； with Jehane and ibn Khairan。 Jehane looked anxious； he thought。 The two men appeared calm； unconcerned。 Neither spared a glance for the two dead men on the grass。 They cantered their horses up to Lain Nunez。
〃It goes well？〃 Rodrigo asked。
Lain； predictably； spat before answering。 〃They are killing each other for us； if that is what you mean。〃
Ammar ibn Khairan grinned at the tone。 Rodrigo offered a level glance at his second…in…mand。 〃You know what this is about。 We've had our real battles and we'll have them again。 We're trying to achieve something here。〃
Lain opened his mouth to reply； then shut it firmly。 The expression in the Captain's face was not conducive to argument。
Rodrigo turned to Martin。 〃Take a quick look。 I need the numbers in there。 We don't want the Jalonans to win； of course。 If they are； we'll have to move in； after all。〃
Alvar； vainly trying to follow； was made edgy again by his ignorance。 Lain might know what was going on； but no one else did。 Was it always this way in war？ Didn't you usually know that your enemy was ahead of you and your task was to be braver and stronger？ To kill before you were killed？ He'd a feeling Lain felt the same way。
〃He's already been in there；〃 Lain said sourly。 〃I do know what I'm doing。 It is balanced； about thirty of each left。 The outlaws will break soon。〃
〃Then we have to go in。〃
It was ibn Khairan who spoke； looking at Rodrigo。 〃The Jalonans are good。 You said they would be。〃 He glanced at Lain。 〃You get your battle； after all。〃
Jehane； beside him； still looked worried。 It was difficult to relate her expression to the intoxicated words Alvar had heard her crying from among the trees。
〃Your orders； Captain？〃 Lain was staring at Rodrigo。 His tone was formal。
For the first time Rodrigo Belmonte looked unhappy； as if he'd rather have heard different tidings from the defile。 He shrugged his shoulders； though； and drew his sword。
〃Not much choice； though this won't be pretty。 We've wasted our time if Di Carrera fights free or the outlaws break。〃
He lifted his voice then； so fifty men could hear him。 〃We're going in。 Our task is exact： we are joining the bandits。 Not a man of the Jalonans leaves that defile。 No ransom。 Once they see us and know we are here we have no choice about that。 If even one of them makes it back to Eschalou and reports our presence this has all been for nothing and worse than that。 If it helps at all； remember what they did at Cabriz in the War of Three Kings。〃
Alvar did remember that。 Everyone in Valledo did。 He had been a bewildered child； watching his father weep when tidings came to the farm。 King Bermudo had besieged the city of Cabriz； promised amnesty on surrender； then slaughtered every Valledan fighting man when they rode out under the banner of truce。 The Asharites were not the only ones with a grasp of savagery。
Even so； this was still not war as he had imagined it。 Alvar looked towards Jehane again。 She had turned away。 In horror； he thought at first； then saw that she was gesturing to someone near the back of their ranks。 Velaz came forward； calm and brisk as ever； with her doctor's implements。 Alvar felt ashamed： she wasn't reacting emotionally； as a woman； she was simply readying herself； physician of a pany about to go into battle。 He had no business doing less than the same。 No one had ever said a soldier's life was designed to give fulfillment to a child's dreams。
Alvar drew his sword； saw others doing the same。 A few shaped the sign of the sun disk as they did； whispering the words of the soldier's invocation： Jad send us Light； and let there be Light waiting for us。 The archers fitted arrows to strings。 They waited。 Rodrigo looked back at them； nodded his approval。 Then he lifted and dropped his hand。 They rode out of the sun into the defile where men were killing each other in the cold。
Nino di Carrera knew that he was winning。 There came a moment in every battle when one could sense the rhythm changing and he had felt it now。 The outlaws had needed to defeat them quickly； with the chaos of the spear pit and the shock of their archers' ambush。 Once those had been survived…if barely…this became a clash of roughly even forces and could have only one result。 It was only a question of time before the Asharites broke and fled； he was mildly surprised they hadn't done so by now。 Even as he fought； shoulder to shoulder with his men in the ring around the gold； Nino was beginning to calculate his next course of action。
It would be pleasant to pursue this rabble when they ran； exceedingly pleasant to bur them alive for the deaths of so many men and so many purebred horses。 There was the woman； too；