"Be damned," he finally said. "Boy does have Chiv's look to him, doesn't he? Fruitful Eda. Who'd have believed it of my illustrious and virtuous brother?"

The guard made no response at all, nor was one expected from him. He continued to stand alertly, awaiting the next command. A soldier's soldier.

The other man continued to regard me curiously. "How old?" he asked the guard.

"Plowman says six." The guard raised a hand to scratch at his cheek, then suddenly seemed to recall he was reporting. He dropped his hand. "Sir," he added.

The other didn't seem to notice the guard's lapse in discipline. The dark eyes roved over me, and the amusement in his smile grew broader. "So make it seven years or so, to allow for her belly to swell. Damn. Yes. That was the first year the Chyurda tried to close the pass. Chivalry was up this way for three, four months, chivying them into opening it to us. Looks like it wasn't the only thing he chivied open. Damn. Who'd have thought it of him?" He paused, then: "Who's the mother?" he demanded suddenly.

The guardsman shifted uncomfortably. "Don't know, sir. There was only the old plowman on the doorstep, and all him said was that this was Prince Chivalry's bastid, and he wasn't going to feed him ner put clothes on his back no more. Said him what got him could care for him now."

The man shrugged as if the matter were of no great importance. "The boy looks well tended. I give it a week, a fortnight at most, before she's whimpering at the kitchen door because she misses her pup. I'll find out then if not before. Here, boy, what do they call you?"

His jerkin was closed with an intricate buckle shaped like a buck's head. It was brass, then gold, then red as the flames in the fireplace moved. "Boy," I said. I do not know if I was merely repeating what he and the guardsman had called me, or if I truly had no name besides the word. For a moment the man looked surprised and a look of what might have been pity crossed his face. But it disappeared as swiftly, leaving him looking only discomfited, or mildly annoyed. He glanced back at the map that still awaited him on the table.