Cursor's Fury (Codex Alera #3)(272)

"Oh?"

She nodded. "We will be facing Nasaug and his people for a time, yes?"

Tavi nodded. "Until the First Lord can put down Kalarus's forces, we'll have to be here to contain them and harass them-hopefully to keep as many of them as possible pinned down here, not helping Kalarus, while avoiding another pitched battle."

"You will need many scouts, then. Forces for small group action."

Tavi grimaced and nodded. "Yes. Which isn't going to be fun."

"Why not?"

"Because of their speed, for one thing," Tavi said. "It's too easy for scouts to be seen or tracked, then run down-especially at night. But there just aren't enough horses to mount them all. If I can't find some way around it, we're going to lose a lot of good people. "

Kitai tilted her head. "Are you to remain the captain, then?"

"For now," Tavi said, nodding. "Foss says that Cyril's going to lose his left leg. Crown law forbids any Legion officer who cannot march and fight beside his men. But I'm almost certain he's going to be added to the Legion as an attach§?from the Crown or made into a regional Consul Strategica."

Kitai arched an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

"That he'll give me orders and advice, in how and where to move. But I'll be the one making the calls in action."

"Ah," Kitai said. "A war-master and a camp-master, is what my people call it. One makes decisions outside of battle. The other inside."

"Sounds about right," Tavi said.

Kitai frowned, and said, "But are you not subject to the same law? You cannot march with the men. Not using the furycraft of your people's roads."

"True," Tavi said, smiling. "But they don't know that."

Kitai's eyebrows shot up in sudden surprise.

"What?" Tavi asked her.

"You... you aren't... " She frowned. "Bitter. Sad. Always, when you spoke of your own lack of sorcery, it caused you pain."

"I know," Tavi said, and he was somewhat surprised to hear himself say it calmly, without the familiar little ache of frustration and sadness at the unfairness of it all. "I suppose now, it isn't as important to me. I know what I can do now, even without furycrafting. I've spent my whole life waiting for it to happen. But if it never happens, so be it. I can't sit around holding my breath. It's time let it go. To get on with living."

Kitai looked at him steadily, then she leaned up on her toes and kissed his cheek.

Tavi smiled. "What was that for?"

"For forging your own wisdom," she said, and smiled. "There may yet be hope for you, chala."

Tavi snorted as they approached the second stone building the engineers had constructed-a command center. They had built it out of the heaviest stone they could draw from the earth, and set most of the building so far into the ground that its lowest chambers, including its command room, were actually below the level of the river. Tavi hadn't wanted that building to get priority, but Magnus and the rest of his officers had quietly ignored his authority and done it anyway. It would take more than one of the Canim's vicious bolts of lightning to threaten the building, the engineers had assured him.

Tavi had to admit, that it had been extremely helpful all around to have a solid location for organizing the Legion. The rest of the Legion had laid their tents around the command building and hospital in standard order, and though the fallen and injured were sorely missed, a sense of normality, of continuity had returned to the First Aleran. He solved problems as they arose, though most days he felt like some kind of madman beating out random brush fires with a blanket before sprinting for the next source of smoke.