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"We have been successful here," he said, "defeating in battle both the forces of Vonda
and those of the tarnsmen of Artemidorus of Cos. Vonda is being sacked. The city burns. This
is a victory camp, one for loot and pleasure."
"Surely the Salerian Confederation is now committed to war," I said.
He shrugged. "Forces from Lam march north," said he. "Forces from Port Olni are
within a hundred pasangs, marching south. They are delaying now only to match their strike
with that of the men of Lara."
I nodded. It would be a pincers move, to take the men of Ar, far from their supply lines,
on two fronts.
"We must now retreat," I said.
He laughed. "No," said he. "While those of Port Olni dally in camp we are marching
upon them. We will take them separately., Defeating them we will return south to meet the
forces of Lara, perhaps even here, in the sight of the ashes of Vonda."
"I see," I said.
"We fear only that the forces of Ti will be committed," he said.
Ti was the largest and most populous city of the Salerian Confederation. It had, to date,
refused to involve itself in the machinations of Vonda and Cos.
"Surely it will be only a matter of time," I said.
"I suspect so," said the man. "Even now Ebullius Gaius Cassius, of the Warriors,
Administrator of Ti, meets with the high council of Ti."
"Their delay seems inexplicable," I said.
"Those of Cos, enemies to Ar, and merchants of Vonda," said the man, "have
precipitated the war, hoping to engage the entire confederation."
"A minority party then," I said, "is maneuvering the situation."
"I think so," said the man. "I doubt frankly that either Ti or Ar wishes a full-scale
conflict."
"How much is this one?" called a man, a few racks from us. It was a blonde, strapped
on her rack.
"Excuse me," said the man, turning away from me. "A tarsk bit," he said to the fellow.
"Surely," I said.
It was evening. Fires, on high poles, illuminated the area. Many men were about,
moving here and there. From where I stood I could see many tents, long tents, and holding
areas, where there were temporary stockades or circular embankments. Within these
enclosures there were, for the most part, goods and prisoners. Two drunken soldiers
staggered past.
"How were you taken?" I asked the Lady Tima.
"By soldiers, in the city," she said, "with others." She looked at me. "Be kind to me,
Jason," she begged. "I am absolutely helpless.тАЭ
"How were you brought here?" I asked.
"On a rope," she said. "I was brought here, stripped, and fastened on the rack."
I looked down the long rows of pleasure racks, aligned under the high torches.
The blonde, a few racks away, in the same line, was crying out for mercy.
"Your market and goods?" I asked.
"The market was burned," she said, "and the goods and slaves taken."'
"Did many of those of Vonda escape the city?" I asked.
"Many," she said.
"In flying over this area," I said, "I saw several stockades, mostly filled with women."
"We were hunted more relentlessly," she said, bitterly.
"Yet some women must have escaped the city," I said.
"Yes," she said, "particularly those who fled early. Many have gone as refugees to