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her honesty for admitting it. She went on, "On the other hand, I doubt the
Videssians are troubled by problems like the one Ardini caused in your women's
quarters last year."
"You're probably right there," he said.
Now she smiled. He did, too, understanding her well. Neither of them was one
to deny the other could have a point. Lowering her voice to a whisper,
Roshnani said, "Unlike your sister, I don't claim giving women freedom from
their quarters will solve all their old problems without causing any new ones.
That's not how the world works. But I do think the problems that come will be
smaller than the ones that go."
Abivard said, "Do you suppose some women, once freed as you say, might turn
into seducers themselves?"
Denak would have got angry at such a suggestion. Roshnani considered it with
her usual care. "Very likely some would," she said. "As with men, some are
more lecherous than others, and some also less happy with their husbands than
they might be." She ran a hand down along his bare chest and belly. "There I
proved very lucky."
"And I." He stroked her cheek. He thought of what he had said to Sharbaraz
earlier in the day. "With you, I think I'd have no trouble holding to the
Videssian custom of having but one wife. My father would laugh at that, I'm
sure, but after all, we've been together on this campaign for most of a year,
and I've never felt the need for variety." He sighed. "Somehow I doubt,
though, that all men are so fortunate."
"Or all women," Roshnani said.
He took her hand in his and guided it a little lower yet. "And what shall we
do about that?"
"Again? So soon?" But she was not complaining.
* * *
Even the badlands that lay between Videssos' western outposts and the Land of
the Thousand Cities donned a ragged cloak of green in springtime. Bees buzzed
among flowers that would soon wilt and crumble, not to be seen again till the
following year. Horses pulled plants from the sandy ground as they trotted
west, saving some of the fodder the army had brought with it.
Maniakes rode up to Sharbaraz and Abivard. With him came a young man, hardly
more than a youth, who was his image but for a beard that showed no sign of
gray and features thinner and less scarred. He said, "The worst thing Smerdis
could do to us would be to poison the wells along the way. We'd have Skotos'
own time making it to the Tutub without stopping for water along the way, even
at this time of year when the stream beds may yet hold some."
"He won't," Sharbaraz said confidently.
Maniakes raised a bushy eyebrow. "What makes you so sure?" he wondered.
Abivard wondered the same thing, but couldn't have been so blunt about asking
it.
Sharbaraz said, "The first thing Smerdis thinks of is money. If he poisons the
wells, caravans can't cross between Videssos and Makuran, and he can't tax
them. Sooner than that, he'll try to find some other way to deal with us."
"It could be so. You know Smerdis better than I do; nobody in Videssos knows
much of him at all." Maniakes kept his voice neutral. He turned to the young
man who looked like him and asked, "What do you think?"
In slow Makuraner, the young man replied, "I would not give away a soldierly
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advantage, sir, to gain money later. But some might. As Smerdis was
mintmaster, money may matter much to him."
"Well reasoned," Sharbaraz said.
"Indeed," Abivard said. To Videssians, who loved logic-chopping, that was
higher praise than it would have been for a Makuraner; he wondered if the same
held true for Vaspurakaners who had adopted Videssian ways. In case it didn't,
he nodded to the younger man who was a few years younger than he and asked
Maniakes, "Your son?"
Maniakes bowed in the saddle Abivard had pleased him. He said, "Aye, my
eldest. Eminent sir," he said, rendering the Videssian title literally into
Makuraner, "and your Majesty, allow me to present to you Maniakes the
younger."
"Unfair," Sharbaraz said. "Makuran and Videssos are usually foes, not friends,
and one of you on Videssos' side is trouble enough for us. Two seems
excessive."
The elder Maniakes chuckled. The younger one murmured, "Your Majesty does me
too much credit, to rank me with my father so soon."
Abivard noted the qualification of his modesty. He said, "May I ask a
question?" After waiting for the two Maniakai to nod, he went on, "How is it
that you both share a name? In Makuran, it's against custom to name a child
after a living relative; we fear death may get confused and take the wrong one
by mistake."
"The Videssians share that rule with us, I think," Sharbaraz put in.
The elder Maniakes rumbled laughter. "Just goes to show that, even if my line
follows Videssian orthodoxy, we're still Vaspurakaners under the skin. Phos
made us first of all peoples, and we trust him to know one of us from another,
no matter what name we bear. Isn't that so, son?"
"Aye," the younger Maniakes answered, but he said no more and looked
uncomfortable at having said so much. Abivard suspected he was less
Vaspurakaner under the skin than his father thought. After a while, if a
family lived among people different from them, wouldn't that family take on
more and more of its neighbors' ways?
Spurred by that thought, he asked the elder Maniakes, "Have you any
grandchildren, eminent sir?" He used the same non-Makuraner honorific the
general had applied to him.
"No, none yet," Maniakes answered, "though a couple of my boys have wed, as
will my namesake here if the girl's father ever stops pretending she's made of
gold and pearls rather than flesh and blood."
Even though his own father hadn't so much as named the lady to whom he
would or rather, might be married, the younger Maniakes got a soft, dreamy
look in his eyes. Abivard recognized that look; he wore it whenever he thought
of Roshnani. From that he concluded that the younger Maniakes not only knew
but had already fallen in love with his not-quite-betrothed. That was yet
another way the Videssians differed from his own people, among whom bride and
groom seldom set eyes on each other before their wedding day.
Or so things worked among the nobility, at any rate. Rules for the common folk
were looser, though arranged marriages were most common among them, too.
Abivard wondered how lax things were for Videssian commoners, and if they had
any rules at all.
The elder Maniakes turned the conversation back toward the business at hand:
"Your Majesty, what do we do if the wells are fouled?"
"Either fall back into Videssos or press on toward the Tutub," Sharbaraz
answered, "depending on how far we've come and how much water we have with us.
I won't lead us across the waste to die of thirst, if that's what you're
asking."
"If you try, I won't follow you," the elder Maniakes answered bluntly. "But
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aye, you talked straight with me, and you'll seldom hear a Vaspurakaner
prince which means any Vaspurakaner, just so you know complain about that." He
snorted. "Sometimes you can go for days before you get a Videssian to come out
and tell you what he means."
Again, Abivard glanced toward the general's son. The younger Maniakes didn't
say anything but didn't look as if he fully agreed with his father. Abivard
chuckled to himself. Aye, Videssos had its hooks deeper in the son than in the
father. Knowing that might prove useful one day, though he couldn't guess how.
Sharbaraz pointed ahead. "There's the first oasis, unless my eyes are playing
tricks on me. We'll soon find out what Smerdis has been up to here."
* * *
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