Rudi smiled; he liked this man, even on brief acquaintance. ?Still, better to have to restrain a noble stallion than prod a reluctant mule.? ?Yah, God knows that?s true. The timid ones take even more work. These, they?re good kids. It?s just…? A pause.?Trouble?s coming, isn?t it?? ?It is that. Trouble that follows me and my friends-but even so is just the first wave of a storm of troubles to come.? ?Well, shit. I?d better get back to work, then.?

Something touched the back of Rudi?s hand. It was a snowflake; more fell, and then the wind began to flick them into his face. The young Readstowners stepped back and began to sling their gear.

The instructor gave a smile that would have done credit to a tiger confronted with a crippled cow. ?War isn?t going to be called on account of snow!? he barked. ?Where do you think you?re going??

Rudi walked over to where his half sisters and Virginia Kane and Fred Thurston had been showing off a little with mounted archery, which was an upper-class style here. Ingolf was leaning against a maple and watching with his arms crossed. ?Standards have gone up since I left,? he said.?This bunch are a lot better than I was when I went for a soldier.? ?The which is a fortunate thing,? Rudi said.

The snowflakes grew larger, and began to stick on his eyebrows. ?What would you say of it?? he asked; Ingolf would be a better judge of weather here. ?Going on to snow hard,? he said.?It?s early. That means we ought to be able to get going in a week or so.?

Rudi nodded.?If I were more eager, ants would crawl out of my nostrils. They?re crawling around under my skin, as it is. But again, we?ve not wasted the time here. I think your brother has come around to our way of thinking about the Cutters.?

Ingolf nodded.?Yah. He connected the dots and didn?t like the picture. He?s going to be sounding out the other Sheriffs and the bigger Farmers about it over the winter too, you betcha.? ?So we?ve accomplished that here.? Rudi sighed.?Much as a mad dash would have eased my heart. Do you know the worst of adventuring, my friend??

Ingolf snorted.?Your Majesty, I could go on all day about that.?

Rudi shrugged.?It?s not so much the hardship or danger. It?s the monotony. Everyone back home probably thinks it?s such a wild and carefree life… but it?s hard work, and mostly at the same thing. You travel, you fight, you try not to starve, travel some more, fight some more… even a pleasant place like this isn?t home, and it isn?t yours.?

Ingolf chuckled.?Well, you get to see a lot of the country. Granted you do a lot of it bleeding or running or hiding. And sometimes you meet a great girl and she falls for you.?

His gaze turned fond as he looked over at Mary; she was putting the cap on her quiver, and paused to blow him a kiss.

The Readstowner went on:?And Mary and I are going to get hitched before we go.?

Rudi grinned at that, and put out his hand. They shook, and a grin came over Ingolf?s battered face as well. It made him look a good decade younger. ?We?re already brothers in battle and camp,? Rudi said.?It?ll be good to have you formally in the family, so to speak.? ?It?s not… well, it?s just a ceremony, but… you know.?

The rest of the questers came up while they were talking, and Ingolf endured more handshaking and slaps on the back. ?Mary doesn?t mind a Catholic service,? Ingolf said.?And I thought my folks here would prefer it that way.?

Rudi nodded.?You?re handfasted when the two of you stand before the folk and say you are. Ceremonies mark a marriage, but they don?t make it, not to the Old Religion?s way of looking at things.?

He cocked an eyebrow at Mathilda.?Matti and I have decided we?re to be wed, by the way.?

Everyone congratulated them. He went on.?But we haven?t yet decided on a date…?

Mathilda looked at him, turned on her heel and stalked back towards the Vogeler manor. ?Now, what was that about, for the sake of sweet Brigid Hearth-mistress?? Rudi said, bewildered.

Ritva cleared her throat.?Ah… I don?t know exactly, big brother. But yesterday she muttered something about witch-boys all being cream-stealing tomcats with their consciences in their balls.?

He raised his hands in exasperation and looked from side to side. ?What? What? I?ve been as chaste as Father sworn-to-avoid-it Ignatius the now!?

Virginia laughed, not exactly cruelly, but… ?Your Majesticalness, I even believe you. But it ain?t me you?ve got to convince!?

Four days later the blizzard howled outside the Vogeler dining room, hard enough to shake the stout walls now and then; it was a second-floor chamber, big enough to seat a score, if not a feast for the whole garth. Today it held all of Rudi?s party, the Sheriff and his wife, and what Rudi had come to think of as the Readstown general staff. The windows were good double-glazed ones of pre-Change manufacture. They rattled a little in the modern frames, and they looked like squares of blackness with ribbons of white spearing at them. It made the glow of the lamps and the flickering coals in the fireplace all the more welcome, and the pleasant lingering smell of the meal. ?And how pleasant it would be, to feast the winter away so, snug and warm, with all the comforts of home,? Rudi said.?The which some of our party can do.?

Jake sunna Jake nodded reluctantly. He also lifted his third wedge of blueberry pie-a quarter of the whole-onto his plate and lathered it with whipped cream; Rudi smiled at his enthusiasm. Until a few months ago none of the Southsiders had ever tasted baked goods, or sweeteners other than wild honey, or dairy of any sort. Some of them didn?t like the unfamiliar diet. Jake was not one of them. He?d done justice to the glazed ham, shepherd?s pie, glistening panfried potatoes, vegetables, and the better part of two loaves of bread and butter, too. He and his tribe all had the reflexive voracity of those who?d gone hungry often from childhood on, even those who yearned after their old perpetual stew.

And his table manners have become something less roynish, Rudi observed, with some relief. Even a fork has yielded up its mysteries to the man. ??Kay,? the Southsider Big Man said, in something that had grown closer to the others? varieties of English.?I kin… can… go to like have our bitches-um, womenfolks-and littles stay here. They?s good ones, here. Southsiders who stay, they can learn plenty till-un we gets here again. And eat good shi… good stuff like this alla times, n? sleep warm, not have lotsa littles die.?

Rudi shuddered a little at what a winter in their home range must have been like, with no more arts than they?d had when he met them. Granted central Illinois wasn?t as brutal in the Crone?s season as the Free Republic of Richland or the territory they were headed for, but it would be bad enough. He also finished his own last forkful of blueberry pie; it had always been one of his favorite dishes, and the berries here were the best he?d ever tasted either fresh or baked or in preserves.

Edward Vogeler nodded gravely, tamping the tobacco in his pipe. ?Yah, Jake,? he said.?They?ll be a help, in fact. Looks like it?ll be a hard winter, and an early one.?

That was more tactful than usual with the blunt-spoken Sheriff; it was probably also partly true. Even unskilled hands could always be found useful work-if nothing else, they?d free craftsfolk from routine chores like woodchopping. Not to mention the substantial golden sweetener he?d provided to pay for room, board and instruction in arts like weaving and cheesemaking, literacy and frequent baths. If they returned in the spring When, he told himself firmly. When we come back in the spring. I?ve no choice, now that I?ve taken oath on it.

When they returned the Southsider noncombatants would be far closer to something civilized. Enough that founding their own dun in Mackenzie territory would be feasible, with a little more teaching from volunteers there.