Calis said, “Well, now that we know where the ford is, we could try to slip across, or bluff our way and tell the patrol at the bank that we’re going out on another sweep to the south.”
Nakor opened his ever-present bag, slung over his shoulder, and said, “Maybe one of these passes would fool them.”
Erik tried hard not to laugh at the expression on Foster’s and de Loungville’s faces. They looked at the documents, and de Loungville said, “I’m not an expert in reading this gibberish, but these look authentic.”
“Oh, they are,” said Nakor. “I stole them from Lord Fadawah’s tent.”
De Loungville said, “The Queen’s Lord High General?”
“That’s the man. He was busy and no one noticed, as I was playing the part of a slave. I thought one of these might do us some good. I wanted to poke around. There’s something very funny about that general. He’s not what he seems to be, and if I hadn’t been in such a hurry to get my news to you, I would have stayed around to see just what this general really is.”
Calis looked through the four documents. “This might do it. It’s a vaguely worded order commanding all units to let the bearer pass. It doesn’t say if the bearer will have a full company of more than a hundred men with him, but I think if we can keep our wits about us, it might work.”
Praji stood. “Well, the day’s half done, and if we’re going to be convincing about a local patrol, we’d better be on our way now. Or did you want to wait until tomorrow morning?”
Calis glanced at Nakor, who shook his head slightly in the negative. “We leave now,” said Calis.
Order was passed from man to man to act as if there was little urgency, but to get ready quickly to ride. If anyone in the other campsites took notice, Erik couldn’t see. The surrounding companies seemed intent upon their own business. The coming and going of another troop of men seemed of little interest.
In less than an hour, Foster had the men in file, and Calis motioned for Erik’s squad, the first in line, to fall in behind his own vanguard, Nakor, Praji, Vaja, Hatonis, and de Loungville. Foster would fall back and take command of the rear guard, the most experienced squad in the company. As Jadow Shati and Jerome Handy moved out of line, back to where Foster waited, Erik made a good-luck sign which Jadow returned, along with his broadest grin.
They rode northward, along the path to the road, where they paralleled the river until they came in sight of the bridge. “That’s finishing up quickly,” observed Praji.
“They have many men working on it,” said Nakor. “I worked on it for a couple of days so I could get across.”
Vaja said, “There’re are ample fords nearby. Why all the bother?”
Nakor said, “The Queen doesn’t want to get her feet wet.”
Calis glanced at the little man, as did Erik. Nakor wasn’t smiling.
They reached the guardpost and a stout sergeant came forward. “What’s all this, then?”
Calis said, “Hello again, Sergeant.”
Recognizing Calis from the night before, the sergeant said, “Going out again?”
“The generals weren’t happy with my report. They think I didn’t head far enough south. I’m going out until noon tomorrow, then I’ll be back by morning the day after.”
“No one said anything to me about your company crossing the river, Captain,” said the sergeant, looking suspicious, “or anyone being out for more than a day.”
Calis calmly held out the pass. “The General made up his mind just a short time ago. He gave me this rather than relying on a messenger getting to you before we were ready to leave.”
The sergeant said, “Damn officers! We’ve got our orders, and then some captain of some company thinks he can get his drinking buddy to change the way we do things. Which of those strutting peacocks thinks he can just sign his name . . .” His voice trailed off and his eyes widened as he saw the name and seal at the bottom of the pass.
“If you want to send a messenger to General Fadawah to tell him that he’s not observing procedures, and you want confirmation, we’ll wait,” said de Loungville. “I’d just as soon not have to go looking for the Gilani. Hell, I don’t think the general will mind, Sergeant.”
The sergeant quickly rolled up the pass and handed it back to Calis. “You may cross,” he said, waving them past. He turned to the soldiers at the bank and shouted, “They’re crossing to the other side!”
They waved back and resumed their bored poses while Calis walked his horse down to where they stood and into the water, taking it slowly and carefully.
Erik felt the back of his neck itch, as if someone behind would start shouting they were trying to escape, or someone else would be warning the sergeant that a pass had been stolen from the General’s tent.