Ordermaster

LVIII

Again, Kharl, Demyst, and Erdyl ate the evening meal together, using but one end of the long table in the formal dining chamber. Supper was a stew, although Khelaya, the cook, had called it ratouyl. To Kharl, it was a stew, and not bad, but not so good as what Adelya had prepared. Khelaya’s brown bread was good, and that helped.

“Tell me again how you were received.” Kharl took a swallow of his ale, then a last bite of the bread.

“I presented myself and was shown to Mihalen, Lord West’s secretary.” Erdyl broke off a chunk of bread, then passed the silver bread tray to Demyst. “He was pleasant, but not warm. He left me in his chamber for several moments while he went into the adjoining study to talk with someone else. The door was ajar when he walked in, and I caught the name … I thought he said Lord Osten.”

“It might have been,” Kharl said. “Osten is Lord West’s older son. The youngest is Egen. There’s another one, I think, an overcaptain, but no one talks much about him. Does something with the tariff farmers, or he did several years ago.” Kharl couldn’t help frowning. Was Osten making decisions for Lord West? What was Egen doing? He pushed those thoughts away. He needed to know more. “What did they say?”

“I couldn’t hear any more because they closed the door, and I didn’t want to get up and try to listen through the door itself. Mihalen came back and said that he expected that Lord West would receive you formally within the eightday, but that it had been noted that you were the representative and envoy for Lord Ghrant. He asked me to convey Lord West’s greetings and welcome.” Erdyl shrugged. “That was all that happened.” Abruptly, he looked down.

“What is it?”

“I am most sorry, Lord Kharl. I had forgotten. There is a missive. I left it on your desk in the library. I was told that it contained an invitation for you to have refreshments with the Sarronnese envoy on threeday afternoon.I’m most sorry, ser. I meant to tell you as soon as you returned this afternoon.”

“That’s all right.” Kharl smiled. “A few glasses’ delay won’t matter.” Sarronnyn? That was one of the northwestern lands in Candar. Kharl thought it was one of the places that still followed the Legend. The ruler was called the Tyrant, or something like that. But why would he get such an invitation so quickly?

“If it is an invitation,” Erdyl said, “you will need to send an acceptance.”

“First thing in the morning, then.”

“Yes, ser.”

“What do you think of Brysta?” Kharl looked to his secretary, then to the undercaptain.

“Sort of … old … run-down,” offered Demyst. “Didn’t see many ships in the harbor. Not when we ported. Looked at the docks from the hillside yesterday, and there weren’t any more, either. Valmurl’s smaller, and there are more ships in the harbor, all the time.”

Kharl had noticed the same, but he just nodded. “What struck you, Erdyl?”

The young secretary swallowed, then blushed, but did not speak.

“Erdyl?”

“Well … ser.” He swallowed again. “I didn’t see any girls out. Not any young women. Most places I’ve been, at least in Austra, you see a few.”

Kharl frowned. Now that Erdyl had mentioned that, he couldn’t recall seeing any younger women, either.

“I say something wrong, ser?”

“Oh, no. I think you’re right. I just hadn′t thought that way.” Was he getting old before his time, not noticing comely young women? Did dealing with order do that?

“More than a few Watch patrollers out, too,” added Demyst. “In pairs, mostly.”

More patrollers and no young women, Kharl reflected. That suggested that matters were not well, but, again, in what fashion he could not say. “Anything else that either of you saw or thought about?”

“People don’t wear bright colors,” offered Erdyl. “Everyone was in gray or brown or maroon.” He looked down. “Perhaps that is the custom here. I haven’t seen much of the world.”

Kharl tried to recall what it had been like when he’d been younger.He’d had a crimson jacket once, and Charee had often worn a brilliant purple shawl. “We’ll have to look more, but … folks used to wear brighter colors.”

“Could be because of the season?” Demyst asked, then shook his head. “Can’t be. Bright garb is for spring and summer.”

“What will you be having us do tomorrow?” blurted Erdyl. “Besides the reply to the Sarronnese envoy, I mean.”

Kharl smiled, sheepishly. “I’ll have to think about that this evening. We’ve really only a half day tomorrow. Sevenday afternoon is part of the end-day. Many of the shops close in the afternoon, and the Hall of Justice is closed on both sevenday and eightday.”

“That’s not so different from Austra,” ventured Erdyl.

“Some things aren’t,” Kharl admitted. But some things were very different, and he had the feeling that those differences had gotten worse. He needed to remind himself to be careful, and to think out what he did. He definitely did not wish to repeat his mistakes-not in Brysta.