Quietus does not like the woods. At first the shrubbery is so thick that we must cut our way forward with our swords. But soon the shrub- bery thins and we enter the realm of godTrees. Little else can exist here. The colossuses block the light, their roots stretching up like tentacles to sap the energy from the soil as they grow tall as buildings. I am in a city again, one where animals bustle and tree trunks instead of metal and concrete obstruct my view. Then, as we ven- ture deeper into the woods, I'm reminded of my mine- dark and cramped beneath the boughs, as though there is no sky or sun. Autumn leaves the size of my chest crinkle underfoot. I know we are being watched. Sevro does not like this. He wants to slink away to find the eyes at our backs "That would defeat the purpose," I tell him. "That would defeat the purpose,"' he mocks. We break for a lunch of pillaged olives and goat meat. The eyes in the trees think I'm too stupid to shift my paradigm, as though I would never suppose they'd hide above me instead of on the ground. Yet I don't look up. No need to frighten the idiots or let them know I know their game; I'll have to conquer them soon, if I still am the leader of my House. I wonder if they have ropes to traverse the trees. Or are the limbs wide enough? Sevro still itches to pull out his knives and scale one of the trees. I shouldn't have brought him. He's not meant for diplomacy At last someone chooses to speak at me. "Hello, Mars," one says. Other voices echo it to my right. Stupid children. Should have saved their tricks for the night. It would be miserable in these woods in the dark, voices coming from all around. Something startles the horses. The goddess Diana's animals are the bear, the boar, and the deer. We brought spears for the first two.
There are supposed to be huge bloodbacks in these woods- monstrous bears made by Carvers because, most likely, the Carvers grew bored of making deerlings. We hear the bloodbacks roar- ing in the deeper parts of the wood. I settle Qui- etus. "My name is Darrow, leader of House Mars. I'm here to meet with your Primus, if you have one. If you don't, your leader will suffice. And if you don't have one of those either, take me to who- ever has the biggest balls." Silence. "Thank you for your assistance," Sevro calls out. I raise an eyebrow at him, and he just shrugs. The silence is silly. It is to make me think they aren't taking orders from me. They do things on their own schedule. What big boys and girls they are. Then two tall girls come from behind a distant tree. They wear fatigues the color of the woods. Bows hang from their backs. Knives in their boots. I think one has a knife in her coiled hair. They've used the berries of the woods to paint the hunting moon on their faces. Animal pelts dangle from their belts. I do not look like war. I have washed my hair till it shines. My face is clean, wounds covered, the tears in my black fatigues stitched. I even washed out the sweat stains with sand and ani- mal fat. I look, as Quinn and Lea both confirmed, devilishly handsome. I do not want House Diana intimidated. That's why I let Sevro come. He looks ridiculous and childish, so long as his knives are kept away. These two girls smirk at Sevro and can't help but soften their eyes when they see me. More come down. They take most of our weapons those they can find. And they throw furs over our faces so we cannot know the way to their fortress. I count the steps. Sevro counts too. The furs stink of rot. I hear woodpeckers and I re- member Fitchner's prank. We must be close, so I stumble and fall to the ground. No shrubbery. We're spun around again, then led away from the woodpeckers. At first I'm worried that these hunters are smarter than I gave them credit for. Then I realize they are not. Woodpeckers again. "Hey, Tamara, we got him down here!" "Don't bring them up, you chowderheads!" a girl shouts. "We're not letting them have a free scouting party. How many times do I ... Just wait. I'll come down." They walk me somewhere and shove me against a tree. A boy speaks over my shoulder. His voice is slow and languid, like a drifting knife blade. "I say we peel their balls off." "Shut up, Tactus. Just make them slaves, Tamara. There isn't diplomacy here." "Look at his blade. Fragging reaper scythe." "Ah, so that's him," someone says "I claim his blade when we decide spoils. I'd also like his scalp, if no one else has intentions on it." Tactus sounds like a very unpleasant boy "Shut up. All of you,' a girl snaps. "Tactus, put that knife away." They take the fur from my head. I stand with Sevro in a small grove of trees. I see no castle but I can hear the woodpeckers. I look around and re- ceive a sharp strike to the head from a lean, wiry youth with bored eyes and bronze hair spiked up with sap and red berry juice. His skin is dark like oak honey and his high cheekbones and deep-set eyes give him a look of permanent derision. "So, you're who they call the Reaper," Tac- tus drawls. He swings my blade experimentally. "Well, you just look too pretty to be much dam- age at all." "Is he flirting with me?" I ask the Tamara girl "Tactus, go away! Thank you, but now go away," says the thin, hawkish girl. Her hair is shorter than mine. Three large boys flank her. The way they glare at Tactus confirms my judg- ment of his character. "Reaper, why are you with a Pygmy?" Tactus asks gesturing to Sevro. "Does he shine your shoes? Pick things out of your hair?" He chuckles to the other boys. "Maybe a butler?" "Go away, Tactus!" Tamara snarls "Of course,' Tactus bows. "I shall go play with the other children, Mother." He tosses the blade to the ground and winks at me like we alone know the joke that's about to be played. "Sorry about that," Tamara says. "He's not quite polite." "It's fine," I say 'I am Tamara of .. I almost said my real fam- ily,"' she laughs. "Of Diana." "And they are?" I ask about the boys. "My bodyguard. And you are ..." She holds up a finger. "Let me guess. Let me guess. Reaper. Oh, we've heard of you. House Minerva doesn't like you at all." Sevro snorts at my infamy "And he is?" she asks with raised eyebrows "My bodyguard." "Bodyguard? But he is so very short!" "And you look like-" Sevro growls. "So are wolves," I reply, interrupting Sevro mid- curse. "We're more afraid of Jackals here than wolves." Maybe Cassius should have come along, just to know I'm not making the bastard up. I ask her about the Jackal, but she ignores my question "Help me out here," Tamara says cordially. "If someone were to say that Reaper of the butcher House would come to my glade and ask for diplomacy, I would think it a Proctor's joke. So, what do you really want?" "House Minerva off my back." "So you can come here and fight us instead?" one of her bodyguards growls. I turn to Tamara with a reasonable smile and tell her the truth. "I want Minerva off my back so I can come here and beat you, sure." And then win the stupid game and destroy your civiliza- tion, please They laugh "Well, you're honest. But not too bright, so it seems. Fitting. Let me tell you something Reaper. Our Proctor says your House has not won in years. Why? Because you butchers are like a wildfire. In the early stages of the game, you burn everything you touch. You destroy. You consume. You ruin Houses because you can't sustain yourselves. But then you starve because there is nothing more to burn. The sieges. The winter. The advance in technology. It kills your bloodlust, your famous rage. So tell me, why would I shake hands with a wildfire when I can just sit back and watch it run out of things to consume?" I nod and dangle the bait. "Fire can be useful." "Explain." "We may starve while you watch, but will you watch as a slave of some other House? Or will you watch from your strong fortress, your armies twice as large and ready to sweep up the ashes?" "Not enough." "I will personally promise that House Mars will brook no aggression toward House Diana so long as our agreement is not violated. If you help me take Minerva, I will help you take Ceres." "House Ceres ..." she says, looking over to her bodyguards.
"Don't be greedy,"' I say. "If you go after Ceres on your own, both Mars and Minerva will set upon you." "Yes. Yes." She waves an annoyed hand. "Ceres is near?" "Very. And they have bread." I look at the pelts her men wear. "Which I imagine would be a nice change from all that meat." Her weight shifts on her toes and I know I have her. Always negotiate with food. I make a note Tamara clears her throat. "So you were saying I could make my army twice as large?".