Third Company's patrols on fourday discovered no recent signs of rebels, nor did they on fiveday, sixday, or sevenday. On fourday, and on the following days during the ride southwest, Drakeyt had the company patrol separately by squads. Rahl led first squad along the narrower and more ancient old road. In more than a few places there were still remnants of deep wagon tracks, although the continuing light drizzle on fiveday and early sixday blurred those even more. After questioning more than a score of steadholders near the back road, Rahl found some who had noted the tracks but none who had actually been aware of the rebels' passing. With the heavily forested areas bordering the old road in most places, Rahl could understand how some of the holders might not have seen the wagons. But none of them hearing the wagons?
Was it just that most folk were so wrapped up in their own lives that little else penetrated unless it affected them? But then, he recalled wryly, he certainly hadn't paid that much attention to his parents' warnings about Jienela.
By late on sixday, the soreness in Rahl's legs and thighs had abated, and he could actually ride at more than a walk without feeling that he'd be pitched out of the saddle. At the same time, he was all too conscious that he was a long way from being a good rider, but he was able to get a better sense of what the gelding would do and how he responded to Rahl. Order-senses did help there.
Slightly after midafternoon on sevenday, the patrols reformed into the full company on the main road northeast of Istvyla and then rode into the town. Rahl counted dwellings on the way, and came up with only two score or so along the road on the north side of the hamlet before they reached the square. Of those locals near the road, none fled, but all moved back and watched the mounted infantry warily.
After riding into the center of Istvyla, the company drew up in formation in the square-little more than an expanse of packed reddish brown earth somewhat more than a hundred cubits on a side. Rahl surveyed the buildings-a small two-story inn that had doubtless seen better days even a century before, a chandlery with a wide and shallow porch supported by a mixture of crude stone and brick pillars, a shuttered smithy, a small brick structure that probably held the town administration and gaol, another building that looked to have a potter's kiln in the rear, and several others whose function he could not discern because they lacked signboards or because the lettering and images on the existing signboards had faded so much.
A square-bearded and graying figure walked deliberately from the town building toward the front of the formation. He stopped and looked at Drakeyt.
"What can we do for you, Captain?"
"We're the advance party for the Emperor's forces. Are you the town administrator?"
The man shook his head. "We don't have an administrator. I'm Hyalf. I get three silvers a season to act as town clerk. Course… haven't gotten the silvers for summer yet. You couldn't do anything about that, could you, Captain?"
"We can send word to the Emperor, Hyalf."
"If you would, Captain, I'd be much obliged."
"Have you seen any rebels around?"
"I can't say as I have. Can't say as I've heard of anyone else who has, either."
"Has anyone had any large amounts of anything stolen, or any horses?" pressed Drakeyt.
"If they have, they've not told me, and I'd likely have heard. I haven't."
Rahl could sense that Hyalf was telling the truth, at least as he saw it. So, as Drakeyt continued to talk to the town clerk, Rahl continued to take in his surroundings.
A small group of men gathered on the front porch of the chandlery, less than fifty cubits from where Rahl had reined up slightly back of Drakeyt. Rahl studied them quickly, with both eyes and order-senses. One of the men near the back of the group glanced at Rahl, then froze for a moment.
Rahl could sense both the man's recognition of his mage-guard uniform, even under the cold-weather riding jacket, and the immediate fear that followed that recognition. The man eased toward the back of the group, then stepped off the side of the unrailed porch and vanished into the shadows between the chandlery and the neat-but-weathered stable of the inn.
Rahl wondered exactly what the man had done that he so feared the appearance of a mage-guard. Most probably someone who had committed an offense in one of the larger towns and fled before being caught. Still
… that much fear suggested more than a minor offense. Since the man had been accepted by the others and since he was attired neither shabbily nor extravagantly, Rahl suspected that he'd been living in Istvyla for at least a while.
"… we'll need quarters of some sort," Drakeyt added, "and food and fodder. We can pay."
"In the Emperor's script, no doubt."
"Captains do not carry golds," replied Drakeyt, "and the Emperor's script is always good."
"But not immediately," Hyalf pointed out. "One must often wait for a season until a disburser arrives."
"You can trade it among yourselves," Drakeyt responded.
"There's some that won't take it, beggin' your pardon, ser Captain."
"That may well be, but that's their problem, and it's far better than in Candar, where there's no payment for quarters or food and fodder."
Hyalf nodded slowly, and Rahl could sense his doubt-and Drakeyt's concealed irritation.
"As you say, ser Captain, late payment is far better than no payment, but unless you wish to take dwellings, the inn and its stable and holders' barns are the only shelter available."
"We'll put up as many as we can at the inn and its stables. Then we'll use the largest and driest barns. You must know the largest barns, and you will disburse the script, except to the inn, but we will let the holders know that and how much they will receive. You will receive a small stipend for your trouble as well."
Hyalf was clearly not pleased with the arrangements laid out by Drakeyt.
After loosening his riding jacket enough to show his mage-guard uniform, Rahl adjusted his visor cap with the sunburst and eased his mount forward beside the captain. "I understand you have done a good job as clerk for Istvyla." Rahl smiled. "It would be a shame if the Mage-Guard Overcommander had to break in a new clerk."
Hyalf turned toward Rahl, his annoyance increasing-until he saw the uniform. "Ah… I'm certain that won't be necessary, ser. No, ser."
Rahl said nothing for a moment and just continued to smile pleasantly.
A thin sheen of perspiration appeared on the clerk's forehead, despite the cool breeze.
"I'm glad it won't be, and I'm sure you'll do your best to work matters out so that everyone is accommodated without upsetting the people here."
"Yes, ser."
"We'll see what's available at the inn, first for supplies," Drakeyt said. "You should come with us. That way, you'll have a better idea of what else we'll need."
"Yes, ser."
Drakeyt turned in the saddle. "Quelsyn, first, third, and fourth squads remain here until we see what arrangements we have. Second squad comes with Captain Rahl and me."
The senior squad leader nodded.
The captain turned back to the town clerk. "Over to the inn."
"Yes, ser." Hyalf began to walk quickly toward the inn, giving the company formation a wide berth.
Drakeyt eased his mount over beside Rahl's so that they were almost stirrup to stirrup. "I knew that little bastard wanted to pocket script and coins, and he knew I knew," murmured Drakeyt. "But he was still going to try to do it. That doesn't make sense. I could have cut him down where he stood."
"You could have," Rahl agreed, "but it was easier this way."
Drakeyt nodded slowly. "They've never seen a war."
"But they know a mage-guard can mete out justice on the spot," Rahl replied.
"You're not a chaos type, though."
Rahl smiled. "The riding truncheon is the same length as a mage-guard falchiona. How would he know the difference?" He didn't mention that the truncheon backed with order could be as deadly as chaos-flame. He just had to get closer.
Drakeyt laughed.