You were a soldier of the Emerald Queen? asked Jimmy.
The man spat on the ground and it looked as if the gesture was taking most of his strength. I spit on her! He started to wobble and the woman put her arms around him.
Hes a farmer, she said. He told us his story when he came to us.
Jimmy looked at Dash, then motioned with his head back toward the horses. Dash didnt need to be told what was on his brothers mind. He turned and walked back while Jimmy said, Why dont you tell us his story.
My man went to fight for the King, said the woman. Two years ago. She glanced back at the three children and said, My girls are fit to work; Hildis almost grown. We did all right for the first year. Then the soldiers came and took the town. Our farm was far enough away we werent troubled for a while.
Dash returned leading the horses. He handed the reins to Jimmy, then went back and opened a saddlebag. He returned a moment later, unwrapping a bundle. Once opened, he revealed some heavy travel bread, thick with honey and nuts and dried fruit, and some jerked beef. Without hesitation the children passed their mother and grabbed what they could.
Dash glanced at Jimmy and nodded slightly. He gave the rest of the bundle to the man, who passed it along to the woman and said, Thank you.
How did an enemy soldier come to be guiding your family to Darkmoor? asked Dash.
The woman and man both nearly wept in gratitude as they chewed on the heavy bread. After swallowing, the woman said, When the soldiers came, we hid in the woods, and they took everything. We had only what we had carried away. Then out of spite they burned the roof off our house and broke down the door. Sticks and thatch was all it was, but it was the only home the girls had known.
She glanced about, afraid other threats might appear suddenly from the surrounding woods. Markin found us when we were trying to rebuild our house. It was never what youd call fine, but my man had spent years adding to it, making it more than just a hut. But the soldiers had burned it down and the girls and me had no tools.
I find them, said Markin. They needed help.
He came and he fought for us. Other men came, many with swords and bows, but he kept them from taking me or the girls. She glanced at him with obvious affection in her eyes. Hes my man now, and hes a fair da to the girls.
Jimmy sighed. To Dash he said, Well hear stories like this one a hundred times before were through.
Why Darkmoor? asked Jimmy.
We hear the Kings there and theres food for the asking.
Jimmy smiled. No, the Kings not there, though he was last year. But theres food for work.
I work good, said the foreign-born soldier.
Can we go? asked the woman.
Yes, said Dash, motioning for them to pass.
Markin said, You soldiers?
Jimmy grinned. Not if we can help it.
But you noble man. Markin can tell.
Dash said dryly, Ive known him all my life and can tell you hes far from noble most of the time.
The old soldier studied the two, then said, If you try to look like common men, you dont. He pointed down to Jimmys feet. Dirty, but noblemans boots.
He motioned for the woman and girls to follow him and moved carefully on, not taking his eyes off the brothers until his small band was past. Then he turned and hurried along, taking his position in the van, against any other unexpected encounters.
First time I regretted having comfortable boots, said Dash.
Jimmy looked down and said, Well, we may be muddy, but hes right. Glancing around, he added, This is a place of little food and even less comfort.
Dash remounted his horse. I suspect by the time we get to Krondor we wont look quite so prosperous.
Jimmy also mounted, and said, Maybe we should get off this highway.
Dash said, The north road? He referred to an old road his one-time employer, Rupert Avery, used regularly to move goods, avoiding the tolls charged on the Kings Highway.
Jimmy shook his head. No, thats almost as busy as this one, and those woods are going to be full of deserters and bandits.
The south?
Slower going, but there are enough trails along the lakes if we dont head too far into the southern hills.
Dash said, Since Kesh pulled south to the old border, everything from here to their nearest garrison is going to be wilderness.
Jimmy laughed. Whats the difference if we run into fifty deserters from the Emerald Queens army, or fifty bandits, or fifty Keshian mercenaries He shrugged.
Dash made a show of shivering under his heavy cloak. Lets hope whoevers down there is hugging their fires. As any sane man would do.
Dash urged his horse forward and soon the two brothers were riding south at a steady walk. Why do we do these things? he asked.
Jimmy said, Because our King commands and we obey.
Dash let out a theatrical sigh. I thought it was something like that.
Softly, Jimmy began to sing a very old song:
To Keshs heartland or Quegs harsh shore,
Our blood, our hearts, our lives and more,
For honors sake do we obey,
And go over the hills and far away
The sound of cracking ice rang through the cold morning air and both brothers pulled up just before entering a clearing. Using hand signals, Jimmy motioned for Dash to move south along the edge of the clearing while he circled north.
Dash nodded, dismounted, and tied his horse to the branch of a small birch tree. Jimmy did likewise and moved silently away.
Dash moved through the thinning trees, bordering a burned-out farm, he judged from the appearance of tree stumps nearby. The sound resolved itself into a repeated hammering at ice.
Dash saw a man in the distance.
A slender figure, he crouched over the frozen ice on a large pond, perhaps a hundred yards away from where Dash watched, hammering at the ice with a rock. Up and down the rock moved, and Dash couldnt help but be fascinated with the sight.
Dash couldnt get a good look at the man, but his clothing seemed a hodgepodge of rags and ill-matched garments. He might have worn boots, but all Dash could see was a collection of rags tied around each foot for warmth.
Dash saw movement in the woods beyond the pond and judged Jimmy was in place. He waited.
Jimmy walked slowly out of the woods and the man leaped to his feet with astonishing speed. He turned away as Jimmy shouted, Wait! I wont hurt you!
Dash slowly took out his sword as the tatters-clad man hurried toward him, trying to keep his movement from alerting the ragged man. As the man reached the first line of trees, Dash stepped out, extending his foot, and tripped him.
The man went down in a tangle of clothes and turned over, scuttling backward as he shouted, Dont kill me!
Dash moved quickly to put the point of his sword before the mans face, as Jimmy caught up, out of breath.
Dash said, Were not going to hurt you. To demonstrate his good intentions, he quickly sheathed his sword. Get up.
The man got up slowly as Jimmy leaned over, hands on knees, and said, Hes fast.