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Late on, the day after that, Sharmen found a village that he had orders to bring the joys of the Empire to, and Gaved was not sorry to take his leave of the man. That morning he had been forced to endure a particularly awkward conversation with the lieutenant, one he should have been expecting.
โThis woman of yours, Gaved,โ Sharmen had observed, โwhatโs the deal with her?โ
โI donโt know what you mean, sir.โ
Sharmen had cocked a sceptical eyebrow. โCome on now, sheโs no slave of yours, not the way she talks. And sheโs not yours any other way, either. Even the densest of my men have worked out sheโs not for sale. So, sheโs good family, perhaps, and youโre a bodyguard? But why the nonsense about hunting runaways?โ Apparently the boy lieutenant was rather sharper than Gaved had thought.
โItโs not nonsense, sir,โ and Gaved had contrived to suggest by omission that, yes, there was more to it, but that he had been ordered to keep his mouth shut. Orders were always a good excuse.
Aelta had heard the lot, and afterwards she met Gavedโs accusing frown coolly, without a hint of remorse. Soon after, with Sharmenโs crew out of earshot, Gaved tried to interest her in an argument, but she just smiled at him in a way that suggested she knew full well what had got under his skin. They travelled the next half-mile in silence. That was when Javvi caught up to them.
It was all executed with creditable efficiency. Gaved and Aelta had been trudging along a stretch of road cut into a sparsely-wooded hillside. Up ahead, cover was provided by the wreckage of an Imperial war-automotive, defeated by mud and weather rather than any effort of the locals, then left to rust by the armyโs swift advance. Gavedโs excuse was that Aelta, her conduct and her charms and the sweep of her long legs as she strode ahead of him, was too much on his mind.
There was a startled moment of blurred movement before he was bundled to the ground, a pair of soldiers dragging him down and one getting a hand to his head, warm with Wasp Art that was ready to sear.
He had a lopsided glimpse of Aelta spinning, hands coming up, and then Javvi himself stepped between them. The Rekef man had a crossbow levelled at her, quite a big piece in his small hands, and strung with two sets of arms for extra power. Weapons like that didnโt care if the finger on their sensitive trigger was the child-size digit of a Fly-kinden.
โShackle him,โ the Fly ordered, and the two soldiers wrestled Gaved into steel manacles, wrenching his arms behind his back.
โNo burning your way out of these, deserter,โ one of them growled, and Gaved almost blurted out that it hadnโt been him, that Aelta...
The woman was standing, as downcast and meek as he could ever have wished. Once Gaved was properly secured, one of the soldiers went over and did the same service for her: hands behind her back this time, but trussed with rope. He got a hand on her breast, as he did it, making her cry out. Gaved expected that to be the prelude to worse, but Javvi was apparently a stickler.
โNone of that,โ the Fly snapped, and his diminutive word was law.
โSir, theyโre trouble,โ the other soldier said sourly. โDo we need to take them back?โ He had an open hand directed at Gaved, the meaning clear enough.
Javvi gave him a narrow look. โWhen we return them to custody I will review the evidence against them and apply the appropriate sentence, soldier. Justice will be done, exactly and to the letter. Law and justice, without which our society is nothing.โ Had it not been for the little manโs heart-of-Empire accent, Gaved might have wondered if he had somehow wandered in from Collegium or somewhere.
โPitch camp, now,โ Javvi ordered. โOne of you on watch at all times. Get the deserter lashed to a tree so he doesnโt get any ideas.โ
โWhat about her, sir?โ The soldierโs look at Aelta was full of possibilities.
Javvi scowled, a man frustrated by his own tools. Aelta herself was still being the submissive Wasp woman, her pose eloquently suggesting how she had been dragged off by fierce, lustful Gaved. A victim, said her stance.
โShe can sleep at the front of my tent. Tie her hands to the poles and keep an eye on her,โ the Fly decided.
They were none too gentle with Gaved, forcing him to his knees and then twisting his arms so that they could loop a cord through his manacles and up over a tree branch. No sleep for Gaved tonight, it seemed.
He was waiting for Aelta to try something. Her cowering didnโt fool him for a moment. He watched the soldier whoโd drawn the short straw take the first watch, stamping and pacing about, and huddling close to the fire. Gavedโs eyes skipped to the supine form of the woman from time to time, waiting for her move. Past midnight the watch changed, the second soldier yawning his way over to poke the embers and curse his predecessor for not cutting some
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