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seldom married before they proved their ability to bear children. It’s still that way for the peasantry. But the nobility consider it imperative that there be no doubts about paternity. No man wants to leave his patrimony to a child not his own.”
    “I understand.” Without fully comprehending. “Yet most women here young enough to be interested seem to indulge in liaisons with men who aren’t their husbands. Some with more than one man. While the men are involved with women not their wives.”
    “The underlying consistency is hard for outsiders to grasp.” Madouc’s tone was caustic. “The romanticism of the jongleurs is to blame.”
    “Meaning?”
    “They say marriage is a business arrangement. Love is something else.”
    The Praman world had its love stories. Its fables of deceit, betrayal, and cuckoldry, usually illustrating the weakness of the cuckold. In real life even the suspicion of infidelity could lead to a harsh death. Here, everyone winked at it—even when one’s own woman was concerned.
    And yet, Piper Hecht could not see Helspeth Ege and keep his thoughts channeled into propriety.
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    The post-nuptial celebrations went on for days. Two passed before the Captain-General could leave without giving offense. He left the borrowed house in better condition than he had found it, with an effusive letter of gratitude to the younger va Still-Patter.
    The Braunsknecht captain, Algres Drear, rode with him. “My greatest appreciation for your efforts on my behalf, Captain-General,” he said, on the road south of Alten Weinberg. “The Princess Apparent would’ve had me back if she could. But her sister won’t forgive me. Nor will those old men she made look like fools and cowards in the Remayne Pass.” Having mentioned the pass, Captain Drear became nervous.
    “I’m glad you’re along. You were there before. You can help plan.”
    “You truly intend to deal with the monster?”
    “I told the Empress I would. Kait Rhuk says we’re a hundred times more ready now than Prosek was then.” He glanced over his shoulder. There were four falconeers back there who had survived the last ambush. They had been injured, then taken captive by the Imperials, who had hoped to pry the secrets of the falcons out of them. They had betrayed nothing because they knew nothing.
    “I’d apologize,” Drear said, following his glance. “But you’d know I wasn’t sincere. The Princess Apparent was livid. She has an overly developed sense of honor.”
    “Something like her father?”
    “Johannes Blackboots could put his sense of honor aside if the stakes were high enough.”
    “I suspect the Princess would, too, given a real need. We’re few of us morally and ethically inflexible. Those who win the great reputations are those who are least obvious about it.”
    “A cynic.”
    “Perhaps. I count myself a realist. I’d forgotten these mountains are so big.”
    The Jagos climbed to the sky, each peak clad in a cape of permanent ice.
    Drear said, “They’ve changed a lot, just in my lifetime. There’s a lot more ice and snow now.”
    Princess Helspeth’s folly in the pass had earned her no detractors among the people of the region. Their livelihoods depended on having travelers use the pass.
    The Captain-General paused to rest his animals and ready his gear before entering the pass. The village was called Aus Gilden. It was unlikely ever to be known for anything but its utility as a jumping-off point.
    A courier from the Connec overtook the Captain-General there.
    He gathered the band in the evening. “I’ve had a message from Lieutenant Consent. Our brothers in the Connec had a productive few weeks while we languished in Alten Weinberg.”
    Laughter. Every man had seized the opportunity to do everything but languish.
    “Prosek cornered and dispatched Hilt and Kint on consecutive nights. He’s close behind Death, now.”
    Someone called, “Let’s hope that goes well.”
    “Hagan Brokke twice