Free Imager's Battalion by L. E. Modesitt Jr. Page A

high, but the paving stones were smooth and well fitted.
    Skarpa looked to Quaeryt. “We’d best win this war, or this bridge will work against us.”
    “We could explode it,” joked Quaeryt.
    “After all the death around it, I’d hate to do that. Better just to conquer Bovaria. Might even be better for the Bovarians.”
    “I’ve never heard much good about Rex Kharst.”
    “Has anyone?” countered Skarpa. “He keeps everyone in line by killing anyone who disagrees. It works, but…”
    “How does he keep the High Holders in line?”
    “That’s what he used his troopers for … and his imagers. Among other things, I’ve heard.”
    “Oh…”
    Skarpa nodded. “That’s another problem you might have to face. If it comes to that, and after what you did at Ferravyl, it probably will.”
    As if you needed another one. “At least, if that’s true, his imagers were killing High Holders and not merchants and the common people.”
    Skarpa frowned. “That’s better?”
    “How many High Holders who support Kharst is Bhayar likely to allow to retain their lands? You can’t punish every factor and merchant in Bovaria, but you could…” Quaeryt paused, then shut his mouth.
    “Could what?”
    “I was going to say that Bhayar could replace most of the High Holders, but he can’t. Not unless he wants chaos.”
    This time, Skarpa was the one to shake his head—again.
    Once the entire column was clear of the bridge, Quaeryt cleared his throat. “Sir … if you don’t mind…”
    Skarpa smiled. “Go.”
    After a nod, Quaeryt turned the mare and rode down the shoulder of the narrow dirt road that was barely wide enough for a single wagon. He finally eased the mare in beside Major Calkoran.
    “Sir?” The Khellan officer did not conceal his surprise at Quaeryt’s presence.
    “It will be some time before we encounter any Bovarians. You fought them for a long time.” Quaeryt kept his Bovarian as precise as he could.
    “On the borders for years. Almost a year after they invaded. We almost broke them at Khelgror. There were too many of them.”
    “You have seen how they fight. You know what they do well … and what they do not. I have fought the Tilborans, but not the Bovarians. I would like to hear what you can tell me about the Bovarians.”
    “You know we do not trust any of the rulers in Lydar.”
    “I do.” Quaeryt laughed softly. “One must take care with all rulers, but I believe Lord Bhayar to be the best of those who remain.”
    “So it is said.” Calkoran shrugged. “Why do you think so?”
    “His father punished those who attacked Pharsi women in Tilbor. The son upheld the same values in Extela.”
    “The word is that you upheld those values and were removed.” Calkoran fixed his dark eyes on the subcommander.
    Quaeryt shook his head. “I was removed because I angered the merchants and the High Holders. I would not let them charge too much for flour after the eruption in Extela. I supported the Pharsi who stopped a soldier from violating a girl, and Lord Bhayar supported me in that.” That was close enough to the truth, although the reality had been more complex.
    “Did you take any golds?”
    “No.”
    “Not a one?”
    “Only what I was paid as governor.”
    “That is what the major who is paymaster said.” Calkoran laughed. “You must be the only governor who did not fill his purse.”
    Quaeryt shrugged.
    “Why?”
    Quaeryt decided to tell the truth behind it all. “I would not be content with golds. My dreams are larger. I want a land where Pharsi, scholars, and imagers can all be what they will, under the same laws as everyone else.”
    Calkoran looked at him, then said quietly, “You are either mad … or a lost one.”
    “Is there any difference?”
    The major smiled and shook his head. “Let me tell you what I know about the Bovarians. They follow their officers, but most follow like they are sheep … They attack in mass formations…”
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