‘I do the same kind of work,’ Smiles said. She settled a forefinger on the pommel of one of the two thin-bladed knives at her belt. ‘But I finish things with these.’
‘So there’s only two soldiers in this outfit who can actually fight toe-to-toe?’
‘You said one more’s coming,’ Koryk pointed out.
‘We can all handle crossbows,’ Smiles added. ‘Except for Bottle.’
They heard voices from outside the commandeered stables, then figures appeared in the doorway, six in all, burdened with equipment. A deep voice called, ‘You put the latrine trench outside the barracks, for Hood’s sake! Bastards don’t teach ya anything these days?’
‘Compliments of Lieutenant Ranal,’ Strings said.
The soldier who’d spoken was in the lead as the squad approached. ‘Right. Met him.’
Aye, nothing more need be said on that . ‘I’m Sergeant Strings-we’re the 4th.’
‘Well hey,’ a second soldier said, grinning through his bushy red beard, ‘someone can count after all. These marines are full of surprises.’
‘Fifth,’ the first soldier said. There was a strange, burnished cast to the man’s skin, making Strings doubt his initial guess that he was Falari. Then he noted an identical sheen to the red-bearded soldier, as well as on a much younger man. ‘I’m Gesler,’ the first soldier added. ‘Temporarily sergeant of this next-to-useless squad.’
The red-bearded man dropped his pack to the floor. ‘We was coastal guards, me and Gesler and Truth. I’m Stormy. But Coltaine made us marines-’
‘Not Coltaine,’ Gesler corrected. ‘Captain Lull, it was, Queen harbour his poor soul.’
Strings simply stared at the two men.
Stormy scowled. ‘Got a problem with us?’ he demanded, face darkening.
‘Adjutant Stormy,’ Strings muttered. ‘Captain Gesler. Hood’s rattling bones-’
‘We ain’t none of those things any more,’ Gesler said. ‘Like I said, I’m now a sergeant, and Stormy’s my corporal. And the rest here… there’s Truth, Tavos Pond, Sands and Pella. Truth’s been with us since Hissar and Pella was a camp guard at the otataral mines-only a handful survived the uprising there, from what I gather.’
‘Strings, is it?’ Stormy’s small eyes had narrowed suspiciously. He nudged his sergeant. ‘Hey, Gesler, think we should have done that? Changed our names, I mean. This Strings here is Old Guard as sure as I’m a demon in my dear father’s eye.’
‘Let the bastard keep whatever name he wants,’ Gesler muttered. ‘All right, squad, find some place to drop your stuff. The 6th should be showing up any time, and the lieutenant, too. Word is, we’re all being mustered out to face the Adjunct’s lizard eyes in a day or two.’
The soldier Gesler had named Tavos Pond-a tall, dark, moustached man who was probably Korelri-spoke up. ‘So we should polish our equipment, Sergeant?’
‘Polish whatever you like,’ the man replied disinterestedly, ‘just not in public. As for the Adjunct, if she can’t handle a few scuffed up soldiers then she won’t last long. It’s a dusty world out there, and the sooner we blend in the better.’
Strings sighed. He was feeling more confident already. He faced his own soldiers. ‘Enough sitting on that straw. Start spreading it out to soak up this horse piss.’ He faced Gesler again. ‘A word with you in private?’
The man nodded. ‘Let’s head back outside.’
Moments later the two men stood on the cobbled courtyard of the estate that had once housed a well-off local merchant and was now the temporary bivouac for Ranal’s squads. The lieutenant had taken the house proper for himself, leaving Strings wondering what the man did with all those empty rooms.
They said nothing for a moment, then Strings grinned. ‘I can picture Whiskeyjack’s jaw dropping-the day I tell him you was my fellow sergeant in the new 8th Legion.’
Gesler scowled. ‘Whiskeyjack. He was busted down to sergeant before I was, the bastard. Mind you, I then made corporal, so I beat him after all.’
‘Except now you’re a sergeant again. While Whiskeyjack’s an outlaw. Try beating that.’
‘I just might,’ Gesler muttered.
‘Got concerns about the Adjunct?’ Strings quietly asked. The courtyard was empty, but even so…
‘Met her, you know. Oh, she’s as cold as Hood’s forked tongue. She impounded my ship.’