“But since these Tedrels don’t want peace, don’t want to build, and only want to steal our land and homes from us—there’s only one way we can meet them,” she continued, with a look of fierce pride that would have been incongruous on such a young face, but for the circumstances. “We didn’t begin this war, but by all that is holy, I swear we will end it!”

It wasn’t the best speech he’d ever heard, but it did exactly what Alberich wanted it to; it galvanized them. Partly it was Selenay’s personality, partly it was that they wanted to find a figurehead for their cause. They cheered for her, and that was what counted; she thanked them in a way that made them cheer for her again, and when she mounted Caryo, she was glowing with enthusiasm and flushed with pleasure.

Then it was off in another direction, to another campfire, wandering in a random fashion, skipping some groups that seemed to be intent on some business or entertainment of their own, going on to others who might need her speech more. Selenay was beginning to run out of energy and wilting a little when Alberich called a halt to the visits for the night, and led her and her guardians back to her tent.

“Did I—” she asked quietly, as the encampments quieted and the fighters around them let their fires die down and sought their bedrolls.

“Well, you did,” he assured her. “Very well. And tomorrow, again you will do so, and the next night, and the next. Each time, a different direction, a different set of fires. And know, all will, that their Princess cares for them, and thinks of them, and their King cares for them and his daughter sends to see they are well. So for you they will fight—”

“Not for me!” she exclaimed. “For Valdemar!”

“But Valdemar, you are,” he countered. “A face they need, upon the idea. That face, you are.”

She might have continued to voice her objections, but they had reached her tent, and he bundled her inside without standing on ceremony as soon as she had unsaddled Caryo and rubbed her down. “Sleep now,” he told her. “Think and argue on the morrow.”

And there he left her, too tired, really, to do more than he had told her to do. She let the tent flap fall shut behind her, Caryo ambled into the lean-to that served as her stable, and he mounted Kantor again.

:She has the spirit in her,: he told his Companion with intense satisfaction as they reached his tent, and he dismounted to free Kantor of his burden of gear. :And she found words enough that were right to do the job.:

:Caryo helped. But you’re right. And this is something that’s needed.: Kantor flicked an ear back in his direction. :She’s putting heart in them.: