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    Staying Power (Darshian Tales #3)
    Staying Power (Darshian Tales #3)
    Staying Power (Darshian Tales #3)
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    Staying Power (Darshian Tales #3)

    By Ann Somerville

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    Karik always wanted to travel and see more of the world. Now he’s on his first major expedition to explore the mysterious land of Andon. But he’ll learn working in a team and managing diverse talents and personalities isn’t easy. It’s even harder when your leader is a prickly, handsome lieutenant and your colleague only opens his mouth to insert the other foot. Contains "Freely Given".

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    PublisherAnn Somerville
    Release dateFeb 17, 2010
    ISBN9781452305080
    Staying Power (Darshian Tales #3)
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    Ann Somerville

    Ann Somerville is white, Australian, heterosexual, cisgendered. She/her.

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      Oy, Romi! I thought you’d be back yesterday!

      Romi grinned as he dismounted. We had a little problem. Sarte managed to blow himself up.

      Gods, again? Eto came over and took his beast’s reins. Around him, the rest of the squad were dismounting too, and leading their mounts over to the stables. Anyone hurt?

      No, but the beasts bolted and we spent the best part of a day catching the damn things up. The good news is that he thinks he knows what he did wrong this time.

      "Oh, he thinks." Eto’s scepticism was understandable. Sarte’s experiments were...erratic, to say the least. But he was the best weapon-maker in south Darshian, and the army was using many of his inventions, so the occasional dramatic failure was tolerated, so long as no one was seriously injured or killed. So far, he’d managed to avoid that.

      What’s been happening? Romi said, following Eto and his beast into the stables.

      Nothing much. The new recruits have started their training, and there was mail in from Urshek. Oh, and Daiso dropped over, left you a note.

      Daiso? Romi stopped and looked at his corporal in surprise. Why would he leave me a note? Is he going away? I was planning to go over to see him as soon as we stood down.

      Don’t know. It’s in your room. Eto was already unsaddling the beast. Romi took his pack off, and went to set it aside so he could help brush the animal down and water it, but Eto waved him away. Go wash, unpack. Fancy a beer later?

      Stupid question, corporal. Give me an hour or so. I need to report to Captain Wilsu.

      Eto nodded. Romi checked that his men had things under control, knew what to do with the extra supplies they’d brought back and were properly storing equipment and tools, then shouldered his pack and headed across the exercise yard towards the barracks.

      Why was Daiso leaving him notes all of a sudden? He hoped his lover wasn’t going out of town for some reason, because Romi badly missed him after three weeks in the field. It was probably an invitation to a family event or some such.

      Smiling to himself over just how he planned to celebrate his return with Daiso, he opened the door to his small room and dumped the pack on the floor. He would have to do laundry the next morning, but not tonight. Tonight was report, bath, beer, and then Daiso when he finished up at the grain mill. They were stood down now for three days, so Romi would try and persuade his lover to take a half-day, even a whole day, off with him. They hadn’t done that in such a long time.

      The note was sealed, which struck him as odd. He broke the wax, trying to remember if he’d ever even seen Daiso’s handwriting before. He was still thinking about that as his eyes began to scan the words, so it was a moment or two before their actual meaning sank in.

      It was like the feeling when someone fired an arrow at you, and you knew you had no chance of it missing. That sense that your life was about to change forever, and there was nothing you could do about it.

      He crushed the paper tight in his fist. No wonder Daiso had left a note. Far easier to impart bad news that way. Far easier not to face a trained soldier who could wring your lying, deceitful neck with one hand, or to have to explain your choices which made a mockery of the joy someone had felt just a few seconds before at the thought of being with you.

      He shoved the note into his pocket, and stalked out of the room to find his captain and make a brief, clipped report that conveyed none of the drama or humour that had been a feature of the latest field exercises, while giving the barest facts—which men had performed well or badly, which weapons had passed their tests, and how many men had been injured (one, slightly), beasts lost (none) and supplies wasted (none, and they’d come back with more meat than they’d taken).

      The captain expressed satisfaction at a job well done. Romi saluted, turned on his heel and went in search of a harmless way of working off his anger. He didn’t think alcohol on top of a bitter taste of betrayal would be a good idea.

      The workout hall was empty except for a couple of soldiers practicing vaults over to the side. He headed for the padded pole. He took off his boots, the only concession to a proper exercise regime he was prepared to make right now, then flew at the pole, attacking it with hard, vicious blows of hands and feet, launching flying kicks, and propelling himself back from it, welcoming the pain of impact as a distraction from that in his heart.

      It wasn’t that he imagined kicking Daiso. He was kicking himself. He’d been so stupid. He’d been caught before, so why had he made the mistake of giving his heart to a normal again?

      Whoa, Romi! Hold for a minute, will you?

      Romi aborted the punch he was about to throw, and dropped his hands. He made himself smile as he turned to face Eto. Eto, of course, was understandably confused as to why his lieutenant wasn’t off enjoying a nice hot bath, or looking for a welcome mug of beer. Fancy a spar, Eto?

      His friend blinked. Now?

      Why not? I want to burn off some excess energy.

      You’ve got energy to spare after a three week exercise? Gods, Romi, you’re not human.

      Romi bared teeth at that remark, and if Eto thought he was smiling, that was up to him. Staves, how about that?

      All right, but mind my damn hands.

      Glove up, then.

      You too. I’m not fighting an ungloved man.

      Romi nearly asked what did it matter since he wasn’t human, but choked off what he knew was a petty and undeserved remark. Eto tossed him the sparring gloves, things Romi would normally not use given his preference, but it was correct practice to wear them in training, and he was in barracks. He didn’t want to earn either of them a demerit just because he was in a temper.

      You should be in a workout tunic, Eto reminded him, handing him a staff.

      Look, do you want to spar or cite regulations, Eto? My uniform’s fine. Eto shrugged, clearly not wanting to argue. Eto knew his moods well enough by now, at least. Romi assumed the standard defence position. Begin.

      It was fast and dirty, but he tried very hard not to inflict his temper-fuelled aggression on his friend, and to keep control of his moves as a good soldier should whatever the provocation. Still, after less time than he would have expected, Eto backed away.

      Gods, Romi, go dunk your head or something.

      Romi forced himself to stop, and to get his breathing back under control. Did I hurt you?

      No, but I’m not going to let you get to that point. What’s wrong? You were fine a few minutes ago. Did Wilsu say something?

      It’s nothing. But you’re right. I shouldn’t be sparring when I’m like this. He made himself smile. I’ll get that bath, I think, but then I need to go see Daiso. I’ll find you tomorrow for the beer.

      Eto frowned. All right. If you want to...talk or something, I’ll be around.

      Romi aimed an affectionate cuff at his friend’s head. Don’t worry about me. See you later.

      Lieutenant?

      Romi turned towards the newcomer. Yes...Kev, isn’t it?

      Yes, sir. Colonel Ajil would like to see you in his office as soon as you’re free.

      Romi looked down at his travel-stained and now freshly sweaty uniform, and weighed up whether his superior was more likely to be offended by his rough appearance or a delay. Thanks, Kev, I’ll go over there now.

      He tossed his staff to Eto, then did the same with his stripped off gloves, waving to the two soldiers as he walked out into the yard again.

      He was kept waiting just a moment or two, then admitted to the colonel’s office. He saluted his superior smartly. Lieutenant Romi as requested, sir.

      The colonel indicated a chair and then sat down behind his desk. Thank you, Romi, please take a seat. Captain Wilsu said you were back. I understand things went relatively smoothly?

      Yes, sir. Relatively, he added.

      The colonel smiled. Ah yes, Sarte’s little toys. Still, spirit of scientific investigation and all that. Speaking of which, that’s what I wanted to speak to you about. We’ve had a request for volunteers from the Rulers in Urshek. Romi raised his eyebrows in surprise, but said nothing. Yes, it seems the academy and the Rulers in the north are collaborating with ours here and are putting together an expedition to examine the plant and mineral wealth of Andon. All the military establishments throughout Darshian have been asked to put forward names of any personnel interested and qualified to participate. It’s a major undertaking and they have very particular requirements, hence the nationwide call. You’d be expected to be in the field for the best part of a year.

      Yes, sir. What requirements?

      Fluency in Andonese for a start, and since you’re without doubt our best speaker here, your name was naturally at the front of my mind. However, they also want someone familiar with Andon, experienced in field missions, preferably with some scientific or medical training. I know you don’t have the last, but you did accompany the army geologists last year to the Treyk Range. If you’re interested, I would have thought that should count for something.

      Possibly. Romi was already intrigued. He had spent eight months in Tsikiugui as part of an exchange with the Andonese military, and liked the people and the country very much. I’m just surprised this hasn’t been done before.

      The colonel nodded. Well, that’s because of the Prijian conflict. I understand the plans for this were drawn up a good four years ago. If things were still boiling over in Kuprij, I daresay they wouldn’t want to divert our people for this, but since peace has been restored, our Rulers are very keen to advance the mission for its own sake, and promote closer ties between the three governments.

      He sat back and steepled his hands. I can let you look at the specifications. You don’t have to decide now.

      I’d like to do it, sir.

      Just like that? Don’t you want to know more about it? It’s a long time away from base. What about your family?

      Romi suppressed a grimace. My family lives near Ai-Vinri, sir, and I have no other ties. I’ve always wanted to return to Andon, so if I’m suitable, I’d like to go.

      Colonel Ajil grunted in apparent approval. Very well. Let me contact the people in Urshek arranging it. They want to leave for Darshek soon with the prospective personnel, but the Darshek side will make the final decision since they’re putting it all together. There’s a special mission allowance and extra leave—if you’re rejected, you’ll get some of that for your trouble. I know you’re stood down, but you’d need to depart soon.

      Romi made a dismissive gesture. It doesn’t matter, sir. I have no plans. At least, not any more.

      As you wish. I won’t get an answer until tomorrow morning. You’ve time to think about it—it’s purely voluntary, you do understand that?

      Yes, sir, but I’d still like to go.

      Very well. Assume you’ll be going, and come back to my office tomorrow for confirmation and your orders. I’ll speak to Captain Wilsu, but there won’t be a problem releasing you. Unfortunately you appear to be the only suitable candidate from these barracks, so it would reflect well on us if you were accepted. The other personnel will be mustered in Urshek on the fifteenth day of this month. You can leave any time that suits you, provided you’re there by then. He handed a letter over to Romi. Have a read of that, bring it back tomorrow.

      Thank you, sir. Are the researchers from the south or the north?

      Both, so I understand. They’re hoping for army geologists, but the naturalists are from the southern and northern academies. I’ll find out if you need to know.

      It doesn’t matter—I was just curious. And it’s to be a civilian mission?

      The scientific planning is under civilian control. Logistics and security will be military. I believe a final decision as to who has overall authority will be made by that Prijian chap they have as a Ruler in the north. He’s ex-military, so he’ll understand the problem.

      The northerners had another former officer as a Ruler as well, so despite the potential difficulty a jointly run mission might cause, Romi thought it was likely the thing would be better handled than it appeared on the face of it. Yes, sir. Was that all?

      Yes. Now I suggest you make yourself presentable and go out and enjoy yourself. If you end up in Andon, you’ll be glad of all the baths you had now.

      Romi stood and saluted again. He hoped he would be acceptable for this mission. He felt the sudden need to get away from Temshek, and this would give him that, as well as time to mend a battered heart, and a valuable experience to further his promotion prospects. At least his career didn’t depend on his fertility.

      He decided not to waste time on a proper bath, just washing himself thoroughly and changing into clean civilian clothes, before heading into Temshek town to wait. Other members of his squad were on their way too, happy grins showing their anticipation of a good night out after a hard three weeks. Normally, Romi would have been glad to be with them, but for now, he had other things to deal with.

      He walked down to the grain mill and waited. It wouldn’t be long now—the mill’s sails were already being set into their overnight resting position, and the workers were leaving for the evening. At last, he saw his man.

      Hello, Daiso.

      He got a slight satisfaction from the way his lover—his former lover—nearly jumped out of his skin, before turning with a forced-looking smile to where he was leaning against the wall of the mill. Romi! Back already?

      I was due back yesterday, as you knew perfectly well. Is that why you made sure to leave your lovely little note for me three days ago? He threw the crumpled up paper at Daiso. I thought you had more style than that, Dai. What’s the matter, are you so ashamed of her that you didn’t want to tell me to my face?

      Daiso grimaced. No, I’m not ashamed, I just didn’t want a scene. Like the one you’re making right now, he muttered, walking away, and forcing Romi to follow him if he wanted to continue the conversation. They walked in silence down to the riverbank, a place where they had spent many a fine summer evening, just sitting and talking, swimming when it was hot, lying on the grass afterwards and holding each other. Never again, Romi thought angrily, already grieving for the irretrievable loss.

      Daiso took up his usual position under the large, overhanging tree, and for a moment, it seemed just like old times—but then Romi saw the note in Daiso’s hand. It would never be the same again.

      Why? Why lie to me? If you loved another, you could have told me before this. I would never stand in the way of your happiness.

      Daiso laughed a little. Oh come on, don’t be dramatic. We’re just friends who sleep together. You know it was never more than that.

      Romi clenched his fist, and stamped down hard on his temper. "No, I did not know that, he said through gritted teeth. Are you saying you felt nothing for me at all? The entire time we’ve been together, I was just amusement for you?"

      Daiso looked genuinely puzzled. I just said you’re my friend, but you knew I wanted a family. At least if you’d paid any attention, you would have done, he added with devastating accuracy.

      But...we could have—

      What? Adopted? Don’t be silly. Beside, I love Catli. She’s already carrying our baby.

      Romi felt like he’d been struck. I see, he said, his heart feeling cold and heavy in his chest. So not only was I too blind to see that I was merely a way of passing the time, I was too stupid to realise you were going behind my back and sleeping with someone else. If you really believed I took things as casually as you, why did you hide her from me? The suddenly shifty look in Daiso’s eyes confirmed his suspicion. You knew, didn’t you? You knew how I felt and you still planned to betray me. He pushed away from the tree and began to walk off, disgusted with himself and with his erstwhile lover.

      Romi, wait!

      What else is there to say, Daiso? Good luck with your wedding, your wife and your child.

      Wait. Please, Romi.

      With ill-concealed impatience, Romi let Daiso pull him to a stop with a hand on his arm. I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought you knew...I want a family. I want children. Everyone does.

      Yes, but some of us don’t have that option and never will. Does that make me unimportant to you?

      No, of course not. I still think of you as my best friend. I...I wanted you to come to my wedding, actually.

      Romi stared in disbelief at Daiso’s hopeful expression. I’m not going to be here, he said coldly. I’m going to Andon for a year.

      A year? Why?

      None of your business.

      Don’t be like that. It’s not like I don’t care about you at all—

      Romi cut him off. I’m sorry, but I expect honesty from my friends and my lovers too.

      Daiso looked down. I’m sorry too, he said quietly. I wish...well, it’s too late for that. Be safe, Romi. I want you to be happy.

      Romi paused, his anger abating a little, and not wanting this to end in an uncivilised way, since there was just no retrieving it. That’s what I want for you too, Dai. I hope you and Catli find joy in your child.

      Thank you. I hope you find someone who can give you what you want one day. I’m sorry it wasn’t me. I really am.

      Just then, with his eyes looking sad, and perhaps a little hopeful that things could be mended one day between them, Daiso looked as wonderful and kind and desirable as ever. Romi made himself stop wishing for what could never be. Just forget it, Dai.

      He walked off without looking back, wanting to hate Daiso and failing entirely. The heart had no logic about it, and if Daiso didn’t love him, then there was nothing Romi could do about it, except move on with his own life.

      Daiso had been right about one thing, though—he should have known how important having children was to his lover. Stupid, blind, deluded.... Of course Daiso wanted a family. Of course Romi wouldn’t be his partner for life. Romi was male, and worse than that, he was infertile. No one wanted an infertile partner. Lover, yes. Partner—no.

      He’d let himself be blinded because he loved Daiso, and now he had nothing, not even the friendship. Well, this had to be a lesson he learned properly this time. No more normal lovers. He couldn’t offer what they wanted. He was twenty-five, old enough to know better several times over. And now he did.

      Staying Power: 2

      Karik jumped as a hand descended on his shoulder. Careful, my dear boy. You’re easily spooked.

      He grinned at his visitor as he took a seat next to him at the table. Oh, Soza, I was just caught up in this paper by Semeke. Have you seen it?

      Master Jezinke told me about it this morning, yes. I was planning to read it later. But I’ve got news about the Andon mission—the army have managed to find us seven more potential recruits. They’ll all be here in four days.

      Karik laid his pencil down. Seven—that’s wonderful. Even if we have to send half away, with the personnel we can get in Darshek, and the people in Tsikiugui, that will be all we need. Do we know how good they are?

      Soza reached into his pocket and drew out a piece of paper. Let’s see—they’re all Army trained so far as the language is concerned. One spent nearly a year in Andon, two others have been there for a month only, but have other field experience. Three are medics, another is a surveyor, and the others have experience in or knowledge of the physical sciences. There’s one who’s got no scientific background but fills all the other criteria—he’s the one with the most time in Andon. So I’d say they’re about as good as we could hope for.

      The scientific background isn’t as important as the field knowledge, Karik said. I really feel this will be a success, Soza.

      Well, we hope. Quite a feather in our caps if it is.

      Karik flushed. I just want to see what’s up there. I’ve always wanted to explore Andon, and Kei’s certain we’ll find a good many useful plants.

      I’m sure he’s right. I know the panacea is out there, waiting to be found. All that we need is the will to find it.

      If anyone can, you can, Karik said with feeling. Soza was the best plant taxonomist in Darshian, and he surely would be able to determine what was new and useful in the flora of Andon. He had no field experience, but Soza’s skill lay in distinguishing the subtle distinctions between very similar looking samples that might make the difference between a totally useless plant or mould, and the much-needed cure-all that was Soza’s life’s ambition to find. The discovery by Prijian lens makers of the very tiny organisms that lived on the surface of so many living things and in every drop of water, had set the scientific community alight, and new ideas about the origins of illness were proposed all the time now. Soza wasn’t alone in thinking that there was a single drug that would eradicate infections of all kinds—it was currently the hot theory among healers, though uncle Kei was less convinced of it. Personally, Karik thought it was more important to just keep finding the new plants and drugs and investigating them, but so long as the research continued, the underlying theory was not so crucial.

      Ah, well, we’ll see. Master Jezinke wanted to see you when you were free, but no hurry.

      Karik nodded and stood, pushing Semeke’s paper over to Soza. I’ll go up there now. Here, you may as well have a look at this. It’s fascinating, what he’s saying.

      So Jezinke told me, though I wish Semeke was a bit more assiduous in acknowledging other people’s contribution to his ideas, Soza said, looking slightly peevish. He spent quite a lot of time talking to me about this species distribution but he merely thanks me for assistance without explaining just how much I did for him. It doesn’t inspire confidence. I hope that’s not a habit you intend to follow, young Karik.

      No, Soza. I know I know nothing.

      Soza smiled. Oh, I wouldn’t say that. You’ve learned a good deal here in six months. If we had you another year, who knows, you might be master one day yourself.

      No thanks, I prefer being out in the field. Besides, everyone knows who’s the natural successor to Master Jezinke. Soza looked pleased at what was only Karik’s honest opinion. I’ll find you later in the dining hall, if you’re not busy.

      Of course not. It would be a pleasure, as always.

      Karik bowed a little and then left. Soza always had time for him, which was amazing really considering he was just a student and Soza was one of the most senior researchers at the academy. Karik considered himself fortunate to have such a clever mentor, and had tried to learn all he could from him during his stay here.

      A stay which was coming to an end, however, and while he was excited and eager to begin the Andon mission, part of him was sorry to be leaving Urshek. Of course he was homesick for the north and his family, but Master Jezinke was such a brilliant man, and the scholarship to study with him had been a wonderful opportunity. He just hoped the Rulers in Darshek would consider it money well spent when he returned.

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      It’s all right, Master Jezinke, I’d finished what I was doing. They were speaking Andonese, of course. Master Jezinke spoke Darshianese quite well, but there was no doubt he preferred his native tongue for conversation, and Karik wanted to practice as much as he could before they left. What did you want to see me about?

      Well, these were just delivered and I wanted to have the pleasure of giving you them in person. He handed over a small bundle of printed papers to Karik. As he recognised what it was, he smiled, and ran his fingers along the title at the top—Some notes on the herbaceous products of Gidei. He’d spent three months in the southwestern plains just before coming to Urshek, and the master had urged him to write up his discoveries himself, instead of leaving it for one of the academicians to do it for him. I thought you’d be pleased. I hoped they would come before you had to leave. Now you will be able to hand Master Kei copies of your first scientific paper in person, not to mention carrying them to Andon for their civic library. It’s excellent work, Karik. If you wanted, you could stay and do much more in the same line.

      Thank you, Master Jezinke. I just feel there’s more exploring I want to do before I get too old to manage it.

      The master chuckled, stroking his long, straggling beard as he often did when he was amused. You have many years before that happens, my boy, unlike some of us. I’d say I envied you going back to my homeland, but it’s not virtuous to lie. My bones appreciate the warmth of the south too much.

      I’m used to the cold, Master Jezinke. I like it.

      Oh, not like this, Karik. Spit and it’ll freeze in mid-air, at least in the far north in mid-winter, not that you’ll be there then, thank the merciful god. Soza tells me you’ve had a good response to your call for military assistance.

      Yes, it looks like. It will be up to Lord Arman and Master Kei to make the decision. And Soza, of course, he added assiduously, since Soza was the scientific leader of this expedition.

      Yes, wise heads, all three, and if it goes well, I hope more such expeditions will be carried out. Andon is a large and mysterious land, and its treasures are vast, though its people are few. The more we learn about it, the better, and since thanks to men like you, we now know so much about Darshian, it’s right that science turns its attention to the far reaches of Periter.

      Yes, agreed. My uncles were hoping you might come up at least as far as Darshek in advance of our departure.

      I confess I was sorely tempted, Karik, but there is so much to do here, there always is. There’s perhaps a chance of persuading them to come to Urshek.

      Privately, Karik thought that was even more unlikely than Master Jezinke being able to find the time to travel north—now Kei had finally been made Master of the academy, he and Arman were both busier than ever. Still, Karik expressed polite agreement with the master’s wish. Are there other things you wish me to take to Master Kei for you?

      Only my good wishes, my boy. I believe we both have all the books we could desire, and I’m up to date with papers. No, what I want to get my hands on is the collected material you’ll send back. I don’t think Soza can sleep for excitement, thinking about what he will be able to make of it all. He fancies he will make quite a name for himself with this, and I dare say he will, as will you.

      I don’t care about that, Master Jezinke. But the exploration will be wonderful.

      Master Jezinke shook his head. Ah, the enthusiasm of youth. Well, you’d better make the best of the time you have left to you. You’ll find a sad lack of libraries in the wilds of my country, I’m sorry to say.

      I’m sure there will be other compensations, Master.

      He bowed politely and left, clutching his paper close to him. It was only a minor monograph, but he was still pleased with it. It had been harder to write than he’d thought, needing to bear in mind the wider audience for which it was intended instead of it just being a report for Kei and the other researchers who knew him personally. Soza had declared it well done, and so had Master Jezinke. Karik hoped Kei would think so too. In two weeks, he’d find out for himself, and in another six, he would be in Andon for the first time. It would be, he knew full well, the adventure of a lifetime, and he could hardly wait to start on it.

      ~~~~~~~~

      His official orders issued, and his travel allowance pocketed, Romi had been free to leave Temshek barracks the day after his return from the field and he’d departed as soon as he was released. It usually took two days to reach the capital travelling at best speed, but he chose to dawdle, not wanting to spend more time in Urshek than he had to since he found it rather charmless. At the same time, he wanted to get away from Daiso, and even the kind concern of friends like Eto. There was precious little solitude in the army and he wanted time to consider where his life was going, something he’d thought he had settled once and for all once he’d decided to join the army at seventeen, rejecting the future his brothers had chosen, working on the family farm. He’d longed to see what there was in the world, and the idea of working the same acres of land, seeing the same people every day for the rest of his life, had seemed like a living death. Joining the army had let him travel, given him opportunities to learn many new skills, to prove himself and had been a decision he’d never regretted. The army had been very good to him, though the world beyond the barracks had not been so kind.

      He spent the four days it took to reach Urshek, thinking hard about love and Daiso and what he wanted from his future. Children wouldn’t be part of it, however much it hurt bitterly to accept that. He’d never really thought he would have to give up on love too, but the more he thought, the more he had to accept that unpleasant truth as well. Gifted men and women were rare, and scattered widely across the population. The chances of finding another who was free and willing and attractive and attracted.... It was most likely hopeless. But better to accept that than to waste his affections on another like Daiso. The same thing had happened with Kera, three years ago—she’d set him aside to marry too. Every gifted person he’d ever met had similar tales to tell. One or two had been lucky enough to find a lover who would be faithful to them—most just survived on a diet of casual affairs and friends who they could sleep with from time to time. Romi thought he’d be one of the lucky ones, once he’d met Daiso. But no, he was just a stepping-stone to wedlock with another, fertile person.

      Well, no more. If he could not have what every normal person took for granted, he would not stoop to being second best, or mere practice, not for anyone. He had his pride, he had his career, and henceforth, he would fuck who he wanted where he wanted without conscience or commitment. He had companions aplenty in the barracks. All he really needed from anyone else was sexual relief, and he’d rather pay for that than sell his dignity.

      With that resolution made, he headed to the port side of the city, Urshek-si, determined to find precisely that relief. Welcome houses were peculiar to Darshian, he’d discovered in his travels—a combination of a brothel and an inn, managed by the women (and one or two men) themselves, selling bed and board and comfort to sailors, traders and soldiers without family or lovers in the place where they broke their travels. They were far more common in the south than in the north, though Darshek had at least two welcome houses down by the docks. The Andonese had no long tradition of inns, and those they had were poor. Brothels were officially illegal in Tsikiugui, though they certainly existed, and Romi had heard they flourished in the northern capital of Visiqe, which was legendary for its decadence—at least by Andonese standards. The Prij had both brothels and inns, but apparently never thought to bring the two together, which was all of a piece with their rather odd and prudish attitude to sex in general.

      Personally, he found the welcome houses a very civilised institution for the single traveller, and since it looked like he was to remain such for the rest of his life, it was as well they existed for his convenience. It had been over a year since he’d last been in Urshek, and even longer since he’d availed himself of the welcome girls’ charms since, unlike Daiso, he believed in such old-fashioned ideas as fidelity. Now, there was no scruple stopping him. He wasn’t due to report for duty at the barracks until the next day, and if he wanted to spend his own coin on his own pleasure and lodging, the army didn’t care. So he stabled his beast at one of the smaller inns, and asked if Kori still had her rooms there. To his delight, she did, so he paid for the night’s accommodation, and went upstairs.

      She didn’t remember him at first, which hardly surprised him since it had been easily two years since he’d seen her. But when he reminded her that he’d been there before, and asked after her son, Miku, she clapped her hands with pleasure. Oh, yes, I remember now. You’re a soldier, and you’d just got back from Andon.

      He took her hands and kissed her cheek. Yes, and I’m on my way back there for a few months, so I’m looking for a little fun and relaxation before I go.

      She looked up at him and smiled. I think we’ll be able to manage that. But first, a bath and a meal. You look in need of both.

      And that was one of the things he liked most about Kori. She understood the importance of the simple comforts in life.

      Not that this was her only talent, he thought drowsily, lying with her in his arms, sated and relaxed. She wasn’t a beauty or a great intellect. But she was a kind woman and a generous lover, with simple, uncomplicated needs. Someone who would make a good partner for someone, and indeed she already had. Kori was a widow whose five-year-old son was downstairs with Kori’s mother right now. If she followed the pattern of most welcome girls, she would eventually find another husband or lover and leave the work, although one or two continued with their partner’s blessing. It was rare though—there was no shame to being a welcome girl, but lovers traditionally didn’t like to share. Unless of course, they didn’t know they were doing so.

      Kori shifted in her sleep and muttered. Romi found he was holding her a little too tightly as his thoughts drifted, despite his best intentions, back to Daiso, and he let go, kissing her temple in apology though she hadn’t woken at all. Daiso was also kind and generous, but unlike Kori, he was also well read and had a sharp wit. Romi missed his conversation even more than he missed their lovemaking. But unlike Daiso, Kori had not an ounce of deceit about her. Perhaps he should offer to marry her himself. An honest heart was to be prized, even if the conversation might be a little lacking at times.

      But even in the depths of his bitterness, he couldn’t deceive himself. He wanted more from life, and he wasn’t someone who could be happy with compromise. He wanted the best, or he wanted nothing. Kori was someone’s ideal wife or lover, but not his. He kissed her again, again in apology. He wished her well, and hoped she would remember him kindly. He couldn’t really offer more than that.

      He departed before she woke, as he usually did, leaving her a gift of scented oil he’d bought on the way to Urshek for just this purpose, and a small extra sum of money, with a note to say it was to buy her son something he might need. The stable lad yawned as he opened up and brought Romi’s beast to him. Romi gave him a tip for his trouble as well. Then he saddled up and rode the short distance to the barracks, where he presented his credentials to the quartermaster, who was rather put out by his late arrival. Cutting it fine, aren’t you, lieutenant? The others have been here two days.

      Romi shrugged. I had leave, and I couldn’t see the point in sitting around in barracks. I’m here now—or have I missed something?

      No, not really. The fellow from the academy is coming here this afternoon to give the lot of you a briefing, then you’ll board the ship at sunset. The Darshek army are provisioning the expedition, I suppose your colonel told you that.

      Yes, he just said to take my normal kit.

      The quartermaster nodded. They seem very organised. Hardly like a civilian mission at all. Make yourself known to the duty sergeant and he’ll introduce you to the others.

      Though it was early, the barracks were already busy, with squads performing drills, animals being led out of the stables as soldiers left for their morning patrols of the city, and those not on early duty, heading for their breakfast in the canteen. When Romi found the sergeant, the man told him his travelling companions were eating, and took him across to meet them.

      To his surprise, he recognised two of them instantly. Kepi! Taz! Gods, it’s good to see you!

      His friends jumped up and enthusiastically shook his hand. Damn, Romi, I knew as soon as I heard about this, you’d be up for it, Kepi said, clapping him on the shoulder.

      The sergeant, seeing he could make his own introductions, just told him to stay in the barracks. He’d be summoned to meet the scientists some time in the afternoon, though just when, he wasn’t sure. The Rulers have sent around some books and papers for you all to read, should you want to bone up on Andon, he said, then left them to it.

      Romi excused himself only long enough to grab some tea, smoked meat and bread before coming back to the table where the other six prospective expeditioneers were eating. Kepi insisted he sat next to him. I see you got your promotion—I knew you would. I really hoped you’d be in on this.

      I’m just surprised to see you here, Kepi. Doesn’t Sera mind you being away so long again? He felt a kick against his left boot, and glanced to the side to see Taz frowning. Ah...something happened?

      Sera and I divorced, Kepi said quietly, looking down at his mug. She, uh, found someone else while I was in Utuk. She remarried last year and moved north with him.

      Damn, I’m sorry, Romi said, placing a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder. He’d not seen Kepi since they’d got back from Andon, but after Romi had come back from Utuk, Kepi’s unit had been sent to Kuplik, helping the Prij restore order after the assassination of their sovereign. It wasn’t uncommon for partners to stray while their lovers were in the field or on foreign duty, but it still hurt, as he knew only too well.

      It happens, Kepi said with a shrug. But that answers your question—no one cares that I’m going off to Andon for a year. And you?

      Same here. No attachments, no commitments. Just how I want it. Kepi grunted in agreement. I’m looking forward to this, aren’t you? Taz, what about you?

      Yes, I am. Not sure about the civilian component, though.

      One of the other soldiers, a corporal, spoke up. I heard they were sending a Prij with us on this too.

      Really? From where?

      No idea—I just heard it in passing. We’ll find out more this afternoon. I’m Jou, by the way.

      Introductions were quickly made, and Romi briefly explained his background to those men who didn’t know him, and the others did the same. It seemed a good team. Jou, her friend Sibu and a quiet fellow called Netu were all medics. Kepi was a weapon-maker, Taz and Reisa were both surveyors. The army was surrendering some very qualified people for this expedition. I understand we still have to jump through the hoops in Darshek.

      It’s that Prijian Ruler—Lord Arman, Taz said. He’s a real perfectionist, I hear. My colonel said he hand-picked the north Darshian troops for this himself, and he’ll approve each of us personally.

      What about Lord Jiv? Is he involved?

      Taz shook his head. Not that I heard. Can’t say I’m all that keen to have a civilian making judgements about my ability.

      Romi looked at him, astonished at his ignorance. Taz, that man’s a former general in the Prijian army. Didn’t they teach you fellows any history when you were inducted? Taz was just twenty, so the war was before his time, but gods, he’d have thought he’d have made some enquiry about who was running this.

      "Not just any general either—the general, Kepi added. The one who led the Prijian campaign against the north in the war, and he was in charge of things here during the occupation for a while too. Not that this is a recommendation, necessarily. If he’s that rusty, maybe he’s not the best judge of things any more."

      He was good enough to advise the Andonese on that sea barrier that they built, Romi said. Don’t you remember them telling us about the Darshek rulers who came to help with that? Lord Arman was one of the Rulers involved.

      Kepi looked impressed. Ah, yes, I do recall that, now you mention it.

      Taz just shrugged. Oh, well, so long as they have properly trained and experienced people coming with us, I don’t suppose it matters who’s picking them. We’ll see soon enough.

      The rest of the meal was spent exchanging gossip and speculating on exactly how long they would be away for. The plan was for them to travel north so they could explore the mountainous regions during the short summer, and be on their way back south before deep winter set in. Andon was a sparsely populated country, with vast, unexplored territories. Unlike the Darshian plains, the land was changeable and dangerous, with high mountain ranges which had permanent glaciers, unimaginably deep lakes as wide as small seas, many swift-flowing rivers, wild volcanic regions, and even a huge and uninhabited cold desert at its heart. Even a mission as ambitious as this one would barely scratch the surface of what Andon could offer. If it went well, Romi wouldn’t be at all surprised if more were planned. If it went badly...but then Romi hadn’t got to be a lieutenant by the age of twenty-four by dwelling on the negatives.

      He was glad to know Lord Arman was a perfectionist. Far better to have a man like that in charge than someone slapdash and without a care to the quality of the personnel involved. The Prij were prickly about honour and personal reputations. If Lord Arman bore responsibility for the success of this mission, then he’d do his utmost to make sure the chosen team reflected well on his abilities.

      Taz’s ignorance of Lord Arman’s unusual background surprised Romi, but if there was a failing in his military colleagues, it was a lack of curiosity and unwillingness to investigate outside their strict area of authority. If crime was involved, most soldiers he’d worked with were tireless in seeking out the facts and hunting down the perpetrator. But ask them about the history of their own country, let alone that of any others, and most of the common soldiers, at least, would look at him as if he’d grown horns. The officers were different, naturally, as they were obliged to study such things if they were to pass their exams. But even then, there was often very little interest in the subject itself, unless they had ambitions to rise through the ranks quickly, or to leave the army and join the public administration, as many did.

      Perhaps this mission would open up their minds. He was in favour of men under his charge thinking outside their usual parameters, and he did what he could to encourage imaginative and logical thinking. There was a limit to what he or anyone could achieve though—he wasn’t their teacher or their father. It was up to each soldier to improve his or herself.

      Speaking of which, he wanted to look at the material the sergeant said he had in his office. He finished his tea, collected his things and stood. I’m going to look at the books on Andon—anyone else interested? He wasn’t surprised no one was. He told them he’d be in the officers’ recreation room, and left in search of the sergeant.

      There was a lot of material to read, but it was disappointingly uninformative. He’d already read the report by Lords Arman and Jiv on the Andonese coastal system, and there was nothing new in the rest of the papers on that. There were several books on Andonese history and government—likewise, he’d read them before, multiple times in fact. There was an up-to-date but hardly comprehensive map of the areas of Andon surveyed during the time he’d been up there and since, which was interesting, but again, not much use. The rest were highly technical papers on mineral, geological and plant products. He got on a little better with the papers on rocks and minerals, since he’d spent so much time talking to the geologists the previous year on the Treyk Range survey. But the plant papers left him bewildered. Part of it was that he couldn’t follow the technical naming system at all, and part of it was that the author of many of the papers, one Soza, had a very dry and esoteric style and a way of forming his arguments which Romi found simply incomprehensible.

      He put the papers down in disgust. This wouldn’t do—he needed to know how these people spoke to each other if he was to help them with their work. He collected the papers and books and returned them to the sergeant.

      Any use?

      Not much. I need to see if there’s a reference on plant naming that I can look up quickly. Don’t want to let the civilians make me look like an idiot. Do you think the civic library would have such a thing?

      No idea, lieutenant. Are you proposing to leave the barracks? The captain wanted you lot to stick together so we didn’t have to roust you up to get on board ship.

      I’ll clear it with him but I only want to make a quick visit to the library this morning. It’s hours to noon, I won’t be long.

      The sergeant looked dubious. Well, if he clears it.... As for the book, I honestly have no idea. You know where the library is, over by the main square? You could ask. Can’t see why you’d bother, myself.

      No, he probably couldn’t, and even Romi thought he was being rather zealous. But then, he had hours to kill and no better employment, so why not?

      The captain readily gave his agreement, since Romi was an officer and hardly likely to run off on an excursion to delay himself, and even went so far as to pen a short note requesting all assistance be given to him, as if he were on an official investigation—he had to wonder what on earth the librarians would think of that. Still, it would ensure cooperation if there was any hesitation in giving it, so Romi pocketed the note, saluted and went in search of enlightenment.

      The main square was a good half mile from the barracks, and walking along the streets reminded Romi why he was glad to be stationed in provincial Temshek. Urshek sprawled, unbounded by sea and precious farmland as Darshek was, or mountains like Utuk. The inrush of refugees from the brutal Prijian uprising had led to new buildings to house them, he noted, and most looked cramped and hastily constructed. The roads were crowded with beasts, jesigs and vehicles of all kinds, and he was very grateful not to have to police this mess, nor the large and mixed population which filled the city to bursting point. Still, the large population meant there were many facilities denied him in Temshek, of which the library was one.

      It was a huge building, and already very busy with people of all kinds reading, asking for help or talking very quietly to each other, but he was still greeted politely and offered every assistance by the staff. Unfortunately, they had nothing for him. The only place that would have something like that would be the academy, he was told. Since it’s official business, I’m sure they’d help you. It’s across the square—just ask for their library.

      Feeling just a little foolish at persisting with this—it wasn’t as if he was wanted for his non-existent scientific credentials—nonetheless, Romi thanked the librarian and went across to the academy, a large, dark stone building with a newish-looking dome adorning the roof.

      The harried clerk at the reception read the captain’s note impatiently, and waved him down a north corridor to find the library. Ask, someone will help you, she said, and then turned to deal with the next visitor. Romi left her to it.

      Like the civic library, this place was also bustling, and very confusingly laid out. Despite his excellent sense of direction in the field, he had none of the clues inside the building to discover where he was going, and so very quickly became lost.

      He saw a young Prij coming towards him. Excuse me, he asked in Prijian. Could you tell me where the library is?

      Certainly. I’m on my way there myself, let me take you.

      Romi had been going entirely the wrong way, so he turned and fell in behind the man who, he noted curiously, was wearing his hair Darshianese style. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen that in Prij living in Darshian, but it still looked odd. Since he also had a beard, which was uncommon even among the Prij, Romi wondered if it perhaps was just his way of expressing his individuality. Shame about the beard. It seemed to be masking a rather handsome face.

      May I ask what you wish to find out? Perhaps I could help you.

      I’m looking for something simple, something for the lay person to read on how plant classification works.

      His assistant stopped to look at him. Why do you need something like that?

      Something in the man’s green eyes seemed rather challenging, as if he would withdraw cooperation if Romi’s answer wasn’t good enough. It’s official business, he said stiffly. I’m not at liberty to explain.

      Very well. The man began to walk on. There isn’t actually a reference of that type which will explain it, but I can do my best, if you would like. We can use a map room to talk.

      He was led to a set of heavy doors, and was immediately stunned by the huge interior and enormous numbers of books revealed when they were opened. His companion seemed completely at home and went quickly over to the librarian’s desk, presumably to explain his purpose. He told Romi to wait a moment while he collected some books, then asked him to follow him to a side room with large tables, and drawers set into a wall cupboard—for maps, Romi presumed.

      He asked Romi to sit, then took up a place next to him. All right, let’s see if I can put this simply for you. The classification system only appears complicated, but it’s not really. The intention is to provide an accurate nomenclature that is accepted by all scientists across Periter—well, in effect, the three nations which use it. If we didn’t have it, then each country, each region, would use their own local name, and it would be hopelessly confusing. See this plant? He opened one of the books and revealed a beautifully illustrated flower. Perhaps you know the klek bush from here in the south? Romi nodded—he’d seen it in gardens near Temshek. Well, the Prij also have it, but they call it ‘sorus’. In the Welensi Islands, the natives call it ‘sikok’. You see how we might not realise we were dealing with the same plant, unless we saw it?

      Romi nodded, and his companion continued. "So our scientists devised a system ten years ago which uses a trinomial nomenclature. All the botanists in Darshian, Kuprij and Andon use this now, so when we correspond and refer to Aci sorus Garok, we know in our heads that it refers to the klek, sorus and sikok plant. No room for confusion or error."

      Romi held his hands up in confusion. Aci what?

      His companion smiled. Sorry, I was just going to explain. The parts of the name refer to a hierarchy. The klek plant is part of a large group, I mean, related to other plants in the way that all the timkir trees are obviously related, though they differ slightly from area to area.

      Like breeds of jesig?

      Yes, like that, though it’s not by human intervention, of course. So Aci is the group name. Sorus is the particular name of this species. Garok refers to where it was first collected and from where it was described, though of course it occurs in many places—it’s just a further level of precision.

      How in hells do you remember all that?

      It’s just like any other language. It’s logical, it has a known structure, and it really is very useful. Now, does that give you enough for your purposes?

      Well, it’s a start. It’s a pity all scientists couldn’t be as clear as you—I was trying to follow some papers by someone called Soza and it was like trying to read a ball of tangled string.

      His companion didn’t look at him as he pulled out another book. Soza-gidu is one of our finest researchers. He’s used to dealing with people of a similar background and training. He doesn’t write for the layman.

      I didn’t mean any offence.

      None taken, he said coolly. Now, this book here may illustrate what I was talking about....

      For the next hour, Romi had the mysteries of plant classification patiently explained to him. By the end of it, he had a headache. Not that it was his young teacher’s fault—the man had a remarkably clear way of expressing himself. Romi found himself wondering what he did in the academy—he had the slight drawl of the Prijian upper class, but was dressed as simply as any Darshianese. With the braid and the beard, it made his appearance rather difficult to decode.

      He finally realised he had to stop. I’m sorry, but I have to be back at my barracks by noon. Thank you for your assistance.

      You’re welcome. I hope your investigation is carried forward. I have to be going myself. Can you find your own way out?

      Romi said he could, then stood and bowed formally as was expected in Prijian custom. His companion did the same and left. Only once the door had closed, did Romi realise he’d forgotten to ask the man’s name.

      Oh well, it was unlikely he would encounter him again. Romi was just glad he didn’t have to remember all this classification stuff for real—some of the rules seemed a bit on the petty side, though no doubt the scientists would say the same about Army regulations. Right now, he had to get a move on if he was not to abuse the captain’s trust in his reliability.

      But it had been a surprisingly interesting, if confusing, morning. His fellow soldiers had missed out on yet another opportunity to learn something new. Their loss.

      ~~~~~~~~

      After lunch, Romi had another look at the papers, and found them much more comprehensible, though he still thought this Soza fellow wrote very clumsily. There seemed to be a lot more papers by him than were strictly necessary for the purpose, and if he really wasn’t writing for a lay audience, Romi couldn’t see any reason to provide such a mountain of specialist information. They weren’t much use to him, but he felt a little more confident he could hold his own in a conversation with the scientists, and he thanked his unnamed benefactor once more. If he’d had more time, he’d have made an effort to find out who he was and express his gratitude properly—perhaps on his return he would try to find him, though he may have gone by then. It was possible he was only visiting the academy, and if so, Romi would most likely never find him.

      He had just returned the books and papers to the sergeant when Kepi came looking for him and told him to come to the colonel’s briefing room, since the scientists were there to talk to them. They were the last ones to arrive, and Romi was about to take a seat at the end of the table when he jerked up in surprise. There was his mystery teacher, listening intently to a middle-aged Darshianese civilian with a heavily pitted face, a pile of books arrayed before them on the table. The man didn’t seem to have noticed him yet—what was he doing here?

      But there was no time to ponder. The colonel came in, and everyone stood and saluted before sitting and giving him his attention. "Ah, welcome, gentlemen. I won’t waste time since we need to get you all onto the boat fairly soon. Let me introduce Soza of Urshek to you, from the academy. He’s

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