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The river was far behind them； and the walls of Carcasia。 They had passed the wooden stockade forts of Baeza and Lobar； small； fledgling outposts in emptiness。 The pany rode now through the wild； high； bare sweep of the no…man's…land； dust rising behind and the sun beating down upon them…fifty of Jad's own horsemen； journeying to the fabled cities of the Asharites at the king of Valledo's mand。
And young Alvar de Pellino was one of those fifty； chosen； after scarcely a year among the riders at Esteren； to acpany the great Rodrigo…the Captain himself…on a tribute mission to Al…Rassan。 There were miracles in the world； truly； bestowed without explanation； unless his mother's prayers on her pilgrimage to holy Vasca's Isle had been answered by the god behind the sun。
Since that was at least a possibility； each morning now at dawn Alvar faced east for the invocation and offered thanks to Jad with a full heart； vowing anew upon the iron of the sword his father had given him to be worthy of the god's trust。 And； of course； the Captain's。
There were so many young riders in the army of King Ramiro。 Horsemen from all over Valledo； some with splendid armor and magnificent horses； some with lineage going back to the Old Ones who had ruled the whole peninsula and named it Esperana； who first learned the truths of the sun…god and built the straight roads。 And almost every one of those men would have fasted a week； would have forsworn women and wine； would have seriously contemplated murder for the chance to be trained by the Captain； to be under the cool； grey…eyed scrutiny of Rodrigo Belmonte for three whole weeks。 To be； if only for this one mission； numbered among his pany。
A man could dream； you see。 Three weeks might be only a beginning； with more to follow； the world opening up like a peeled and quartered orange。 A young horseman could lie down at night on his saddle blanket and look up at the bright stars worshipped by the followers of Ashar。 He could imagine himself cutting a shining swath through the ranks of the infidels to save the Captain himself from danger and death； being saluted and marked by Rodrigo in the midst of roaring battle； and then after； victorious； drinking unmixed wine at the Captain's side； being honored and made wele among his pany。
A young man could dream； could he not？
The problem； for Alvar； was that such immensely satisfying images had been giving way； in the almost…silence of night； or the long rhythms of a day's hard riding under the god's sun； to the vivid； excruciating memory of what had happened the morning they set out from Esteren。 To a recollection of the moment； in particular； when young Alvar de Pellino…heart's pride and joy of his parents and three sisters…had chosen the wrong place entirely to unbutton his trousers and relieve himself before the pany mounted up to ride。
It ought to have been a perfectly reasonable thing to do。
They had assembled at dawn in a newly built sidecourt of the palace at Esteren。 Alvar； almost giddy with excitement and the simultaneous effort not to reveal it； had been attempting to remain as inconspicuous as possible。 He was not a shy or diffident young man by nature； but even now； at the very moment of departure； a part of him feared； with lurid apprehension； that if someone noticed him…Lain Nunez； for example； the Captain's lean old panion…at…arms…they might declare Alvar's presence an obvious error of some kind； and he'd be left behind。 He would； of course； have no choice but to kill himself if such a thing happened。
With fifty men and their horses and the laden pack mules in the enclosed space of the courtyard it was easy enough to keep a low profile。 It was cool in the yard； something that might have deceived a stranger to the peninsula； a mercenary from Ferrieres or Waleska； say。 It would be very hot later； Alvar knew。 It was always hot in summer。 There was a great deal of noise and men were bustling back and forth carrying planks of wood； tools； wheeling barrows of brick： King Ramiro was expanding his palace。
Alvar checked his saddle and saddlebags for the twentieth time and carefully avoided meeting anyone's eye。 He tried to look older than his years； to convey the impression that he was； if anything； a trifle bored by a mission as routine as this one。 He was intelligent enough to doubt he was fooling anyone。
When Count Gonzalez de Rada walked unannounced into the courtyard； dressed in crimson and black…even at dawn among horses…Alvar felt his feverish anxiety rise to an even higher level。 He had never seen the constable of Valledo before； except at a distance。 A brief silence fell over Rodrigo's pany； and when their bustle of preparation resumed it had a subtly altered quality。 Alvar experienced the stirrings of inescapable curiosity and sternly tried to suppress them。
He saw the Captain and Lain Nunez observe the count's arrival and exchange a glance。 Rodrigo stepped a little aside from the others to await the man who'd replaced him as constable when King Ramiro was crowned。 The count's attendants stopped at a word and Gonzalez de Rada approached alone。 He was smiling broadly。 The Captain； Alvar saw； was not。 Behind Rodrigo； Lain Nunez abruptly turned his head and spat deliberately into the dirt of the yard。
At this point； Alvar decided that it would be ill…mannered to observe them further； even out of the corner of his eye…as he noticed the others doing while they pretended to busy themselves with their horses or gear。 A Horseman of Jad； he told himself firmly； had no business concerning himself with the words and affairs of the great。 Alvar virtuously turned his back upon the forthing encounter and walked to a corner of the yard to attend to his own pressing business in private； on the far side of a hay wagon。
Why Count Gonzalez de Rada and Ser Rodrigo Belmonte should have elected to stroll together； a moment later； to the shade of that same wagon would forever after remain one of the enduring mysteries of the world Jad had created； as far as Alvar de Pellino was concerned。
The two men were known throughout the three Jaddite kingdoms of Esperana to have no love for one another。 Even the youngest soldiers； new to the king's army； managed to hear some of the court stories。 The tale of how Rodrigo Belmonte had demanded at the coronation of King Ramiro that the new king swear an oath of nonplicity in the death of his brother before Ser Rodrigo would offer his own oath of allegiance was one that every one of them knew。 It was a part of the legend of the Captain。
It might even be true； Alvar had cynically murmured to some drinking panions one night in a soldier's tavern。 He was already being known for remarks like that。 It was a good thing he knew how to fight。 His father had warned him； more than once back on the farm； that a quick tongue could be more of a hindrance than it was an asset in the army of Valledo。
Clever remarks by young soldiers notwithstanding； what was true was that although Rodrigo Belmonte did swear his oath of fealty and King Ramiro accepted him as his man； it was Gonzalez de Rada who was named by the new king as his constable…the office Rodrigo had held for the late King Raimundo。 It was； therefore； Count Gonzalez who was formally responsible； among other things； for overseeing the selection and promotion of young men throughout Valledo to posts in the king's army。
Not that many of the younger horsemen had been observed to deviate greatly from the collective view that if you wanted to be properly trained you did whatever you could to ride with the Captain。 And if you wanted to be numbered among the elite soldiers of the peninsula； of the world； you offered money； land； your sisters； your own young body if need be； as a bribe to whomever could get you into Rodrigo's band。
Not that anyone could get you in； for any of those offerings。 The Captain made his own choices； often unexpected ones； with gap…toothed old Lain Nunez his only counsellor。 Lain was manifestly uninterested in the alleged pleasures of boys； and the Captain 。。。 well； the very thought was near to sacrilege； besides which； Miranda Belmonte d'Alveda was the most beautiful woman i