Cursor's Fury (Codex Alera #3)(172)

"Twenty-three," he said quietly.

"Would you send Cletus there out to do that?" Tavi asked. "Would you send me? One of the fish?"

Marcus shrugged. "No one sent me. I did what I had to do. Truth be told, I waited until most of the Icemen were asleep and cut the throats of half of them before they could wake up."

"I figured it was something like that. But before you left, you didn't know how many of them there were. Or that you'd have a chance to take them while they were asleep. You didn't know if the weather would worsen and kill you. There, at that time, it was an act of insanity."

"It wasn't insane," Marcus said. "I knew them. I knew what I could do. I had advantages."

Tavi nodded. "So do I."

The old soldier's eyes narrowed. "This isn't a gang of angry Marat we're talking about, kid. This isn't a Lord's personal soldiery, or an outlaw Legion. We're going up against the Canim. You don't know them. You've never seen anything like them."

"You're wrong," Tavi said.

The First Spear lifted a lip from his teeth in a sneer. "You think you know them? You trying to tell me you've fought them, kid?"

Tavi met his gaze steadily. "Fought them, side by side with legionares and alone. I've seen them kill legionares I knew by name, and felt their blood hit my face. I've seen Canim killed. I killed one alone."

Marcus narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"More than that," Tavi said. "I've spoken to Canim. I learned to play Indus from a Cane. Learned about their society. I even speak a little of their language, First Spear. Do you understand any Canish, Valiar Marcus? Do you know anything about their homeland? Their leaders?"

Marcus was silent for a moment before he said, "No. Every Cane I ever saw was too busy trying to kill me to give me any schooling."

"They aren't monsters. They aren't anything like us, but they aren't mindless killing machines, either. You know the difference between their raiders and their regulars, I take it?"

The First Spear grunted. "Raiders are bad enough. I never faced their regulars, but I know men who have. They're worse. Bigger, stronger, better fighters. You don't take them down without Knights and casualties."

"The raiders are their conscripts. They're not even their active military. The regulars you've heard about are their soldiery. Specifically, they come from an entire social class of hereditary soldiering bloodlines. Their warrior caste."

He grunted. "Like our Citizens?"

"Something like," Tavi agreed. "But there's another caste that's usually at odds with them. The ritualists. Like the ones who called this cloud cover down. Like the ones who struck the captain."

"Hngh," Marcus said. "They have furycraft?"

"I don't think so," Tavi said. "Or at least, not like Alerans use it. But they have some kind of power that lets them do similar things. Three years ago, they threw a series of storms at the coasts. The First Lord himself had to assist in stopping them. Fantus told Cyril that these clouds overhead were definitely not a windcrafting. However they do it, it works."

The First Spear pursed his lips. "Sounds like these ritualist dogs are dangerous. Kalarus would never have made a bargain with them if he didn't think he could crush them later."

"I think the Canim betrayed him."

"Why?"

"Because the scout I followed found Lady Antillus's trail," Tavi said. "We found her camp. The two of us couldn't have captured her alone. I'd have gone for the kill, but what I learned was too important to chance losing."