as all。
〃Why does it matter？〃 His voice； when it came； seemed disembodied。 A message from the spirit…world； Ibero thought； then surreptitiously made the sign of the sun disk； chiding himself for such nonsense。
〃Doesn't really；〃 Fernan replied。 〃I'm just curious。〃 They were taking a brief rest before switching courses of study。
〃Idle child。 You know what Ibero says about curiosity；〃 Diego said darkly from his cave of straw。
His brother looked around for something to throw。 Ibero； used to this； quelled him with a glance。
〃Well； is he allowed to be rude？〃 Fernan asked in an aggrieved tone。 〃He's using you as authority for impolite behavior to his older brother。 Will you let him？ Doesn't that make you a party to his action？〃
〃What's impolite about it？〃 Diego queried； muffled and unseen。 〃Do I have to answer every question that es into his empty head； Ibero？〃
The little cleric sighed。 It was being increasingly difficult to deal with his two charges。 Not only were they impatient and frequently reckless； they were also ferociously intelligent。
〃I think；〃 he said； prudently dodging both queries； 〃that this particular exchange suggests that our rest is over。 Shall we turn to the matter of weights and measures？〃
Fernan made a ghastly； contorted face； pretended he was strangling； and then pulled straw over his head in unsubtle protest。 Ibero reached for and found a buried foot。 He twisted； hard。 Fernan yelped and surfaced。
〃Weights and measures；〃 the cleric repeated。 〃If you won't apply yourself properly up here we'll just have to go down and inform your mother what happens when I'm tolerant of your requests。〃
Fernan sat up quickly。 Some threats still worked。 Some of the time。
〃He's somewhere east of Ragosa；〃 Diego said。 〃There's a fight of some kind。〃
Ibero and Fernan looked quickly at each other。 The matter of weights and measures was； for the moment； abandoned。
〃What does somewhere mean？〃 Fernan demanded。 His tone was sharp now。 〃e on； Diego； do better than that。〃
〃Near some city to the east。 There's a valley。〃
Fernan looked to Ibero for help。 The straw on the other side of the cleric shifted and disgorged a blinking thirteen…year…old。 Diego began brushing straw from his hair and neck。
Ibero was a teacher。 He couldn't help himself。 〃Well； he's given us some clues。 What's the city east of Ragosa？ You both ought to know。〃
The brothers looked at each other。
〃Ronizza？〃 Fernan hazarded。
〃That's south；〃 Ibero said； shaking his head。 〃And on what river is it？〃
〃The Larrios。 e on； Ibero； this is important！〃 Fernan had the capacity to seem older than his years when military matters were being discussed。
But Ibero was equal to this challenge。 〃Of course it's serious。 What sort of mander relies on his cleric to help him with geography？ Your father knows the name and size and the terrain surrounding every city in the peninsula。〃
〃It's Fibaz；〃 Diego said suddenly。 〃Beneath the pass to Ferrieres。 I don't know the valley； though。 It's north and west of the city。〃 He paused and looked away again。 They waited。
〃Papa killed someone；〃 Diego said。 〃I think the fighting is stopping。〃
Ibero swallowed。 It was difficult with this child。 It was almost impossibly difficult。 He looked closely at Diego。 The boy seemed calm； a little distracted； but it was impossible to see from his face that he was registering events unimaginably far away。 And Ibero had no doubt…not after so many trials…that Diego was reporting them truly。
Fernan had none of that calm just now。 Grey eyes gleaming； he stood up。 〃I'll bet you anything this has to do with Jalona；〃 he said。 〃They were sending a parias party； remember？〃
〃Your father wouldn't attack other Jaddites for the infidels；〃 Ibero said quickly。
〃Of course he would！ He's a mercenary； he's being paid by Ragosa。 The only promise he made was not to e with an army into Valledo； remember？〃 Fernan looked confidently from Ibero to Diego。 His whole being was afire now； charged with energy。
And it was Ibero's task…as tutor； guardian； spiritual counsellor…to somehow control and channel that force。 He looked at the two boys； one feverish with excitement； the other seeming a little unfocused； not altogether present； and he surrendered yet again。
〃You are both going to be useless for the rest of the morning； I can see that much。〃 He shook his head darkly。 〃Very well； you are released。〃 Fernan whooped： a child again； not a mander…in…waiting。 Diego hastily stood up。 Ibero had been known to change his mind。
〃One condition；〃 the cleric added sternly。 〃You will spend time with the maps in the library this afternoon。 Tomorrow morning I am going to have you mark the cities of Al…Rassan for me。 Major ones； smaller ones。 This matters。 I want you to know them。 You are your father's heirs and his pride。〃
〃Done；〃 said Fernan。 Diego just grinned。
〃Then go；〃 said Ibero。 And watched them hurtle past him and down the ladder。 He smiled in spite of himself。 They were good boys； both of them； and he was a kindly person。
He was also a devout man； and a thoughtful one。
He knew…who in Valledo did not； by now？…of the holy war being launched this ing spring from Batiara； an armada of ships sailing for the eastern homelands of the infidels。 He knew of the presence in Esteren； as a guest of the king and queen； of one of the highest of the clerics of Ferrieres； e to preach a war of the three kingdoms of Esperana against Al…Rassan。 The Reconquest。 Was it truly to e now； in their lifetime； after so many hundreds of years？
It was a war every devout man in the peninsula was duty…bound to support and succor with all his being。 And how much more did that apply to the clerics of holy Jad？
Sitting alone in the straw of the barn loft； listening to the milk cows plaining below him； Ibero the cleric of Rancho Belmonte began a hard wrestling match within his soul。 He had been with this family most of his life。 He loved them all with a fierce； enduring passion。
He loved and feared his god with all his heart。
He remained up there； thinking； for a long time； but when he finally came down the ladder his expression was calm and his tread firm。
He went directly to his own chamber beside the chapel and took parchment and quill and ink and posed then； carefully； a letter to the High Cleric Geraud de Chervalles at the king's palace in Esteren； writing in the name of Jad and humbly setting forth certain unusual circumstances as he understood them。
〃When I sleep；〃 said Abir ibn Tarif； 〃it feels as if I still have my leg。 In my dreams I put my hand down to my knee； and I wake up； because it isn't there。〃 He was reporting it； not plaining。 He was not a man who plained。
Jehane； changing the dressing on his wound； nodded her head。 〃I told you that might happen。 You feel tingling； pain； as if the leg were still attached？〃
〃That is it；〃 Abir said。 Then； stoutly； 〃The pain is not so great； mind you。〃
She smiled at him； and across the infirmary bed at his brother； who was always present when she visited。 〃A lesser man would not say that；〃 she murmured。 Abir looked pleased。 She liked both of them； these sons of an outlaw chieftain； hostages in Ragosa for the winter。 They were gentler men than she might have expected。
Idar； who had developed an attachment to her； had been telling stories through the winter of Arbastro and their father's courage and cunning。 Jehane was a good listener； and sometimes heard more than the teller intended。 Physicians learned to do that。
She had wondered before about the price paid by the sons of great men。 This winter； with Idar and Abir； she addressed the question again。 Could such children move out from under that huge shadow into their own manhood？ She thought of Almalik II of Cartada； son of the Lion； of the three sons of King Sancho the Fat of Esperana； indeed； of Rodrigo Belmonte's two young boys。
She considered whether the same challenge confronted a daughter。 She decided it didn't； not in the same way。 She wasn't in petition with her father； she was only trying； as best she could； to be worthy of his teaching and his example； deservin