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too delicate, for any real amenities for the few who wished to cross from Valdemar to Karse. All brush and trees had been cut back from the road for a distance of twenty paces, so that the guards at either gatehouse had a clear view of anyone coming or going. Karal could understand that. This was not a job he would care to have, himself; the guards at the Karsite side were clearly nervous, and the ones here probably were as well. This was only the second time that he had seen a real Valdemaran up close, one of the Hellspawn themselves—
    No, not Hellspawn. Her Holiness, the Son of the Sun, High Priest Solaris has said that was all a fiction created by corrupt priests. They are not Hellspawn, they never were. Just people, different from us, but people.
    Hard to undo the thinking of a lifetime, though, and if it was hard for him, it must be incredibly difficult for people like the officers in the Army. How must that be, to go to sleep, only to wake up the next day and find that your demonic enemies had become, by Holiest decree, your allies? To learn that they were not demonic at all, and never had been?
    To discover that a terrible war that had killed countless thousands over the course of generations should never have taken place and could have been ended at any time?
    Karal sighed, and his master Ulrich dismounted from his mount, a placid and reliable mule. Ulrich was no horseman, and moreover, he was a most powerful Priest-mage. He might need to work magic at any time, and needed a riding beast that would stand stock still when the reins were dropped, no matter what strangeness it heard or saw. The mule—which Ulrich called “Honeybee,” for she was sweet, but had a sting in her tail in the form of a powerful kick when annoyed—was older than Karal, and looked to live and carry her master for the same number of years. Karal liked her, trusting her good sense to bring Ulrich through any common peril. Storms didn’t spook her, uncanny visitations could not make her bolt, she knew when to fight and when to flee, and she was surefooted and wise in the way of trails and tracks.
    But she was boring to ride, and while he could not have wanted a better mount for his master, she was the last one he would have chosen for himself.
    “Patience, Karal,” Ulrich said in an undertone. “Our escort is probably on his way this very moment, and will be surprised to see us waiting. We are early; it is not even Sunheight yet. You may worry when it lacks but a mark or two before Sundescending.”
    Karal bowed his head in deference to his master’s words. Ulrich was surely right, yet—
    “It seems ill-mannered, sir, to have us cool our heels at the border-crossing, when you are the envoy from Her Holiness,” he said doubtfully. “And to send only a single escort—it seems a deliberate slight to me. Should we not have many guards, perhaps a Court Official, or—”
    Ulrich raised his hand to halt his young protégé in mid-thought. “We are two, coming from the south, wearing the plain robes of some sort of priest,” he pointed out. “If the Queen sent an escort of a score of her Guards, what would the obvious inference be? That we are envoys of Her Holiness, of course. There are perils along the way, not the least of which are those who will not believe that the war between our lands is over.”
    Ulrich waited patiently while Karal thought out the rest of the perils for himself. Mobs of angry border people, or even a single, clever madman could plan to kill old enemies ; assassins hoping to eliminate the envoys and thus the alliance were a real possibility. Even mercenaries could try to slay the envoys, hoping to start up the war again and thus ensure continued employment. For that matter, the threat need not come from a citizen of Valdemar; it could come from someone from their own land, hoping to rekindle the flames of the “holy war against the Hellspawn.”
    Karal shook his head mournfully, and Ulrich just chuckled.