The Complete Soldier Son Trilogy: Shaman’s Crossing, Forest Mage, Renegade’s Magic. Robin Hobb
me a target of the third-year cadets.
His intervention and subsequent comments had given me much to think over, but it was late that night before I found a chance to talk to Rory. It was after lights-out, and technically against the rules, but our patrol was already making its own adaptations of the rules for our floor. Our proctor, as was his custom, had extinguished the light precisely on time, ignoring those of us who were still at minor tasks. He left us to bumble our way to bed in the dark. Instead, we congregated on the floor of the study room by the dying embers on our hearth. Speaking in a hushed voice, I recounted my mishap and also my rescue by Lieutenant Tiber. After they’d finished snickering at my embarrassment, I asked Rory, ‘Did your cousin ever tell you anything about hostility between the New Nobles’ and Old Nobles’ sons?’
In the shadows, he lifted one shoulder carelessly. ‘He din’t need to tell me much, Nevare. Course it would be toughest between Old Nobles and first-years that are New Nobles’ sons. They’re at the top of the top here, and we’re at the bottom of the bottom. Not only first-years, but New Nobles’ sons, too.’
‘But why does that put us at the bottom of the bottom?’ Spink asked earnestly.
Rory lifted his open hands, lost for words, ‘Just because we are, I guess. ’Cause it’s always been that way. Old Nobles’ sons know the ropes and they’re going to know each other from balls and dinners and all that social stuff. So they’ll look out for the Old Noble first-years, and not ride ’em so hard. But us, well, they just have at us. You don’t hear much about any Old Nobles’ sons in the infirmary from initiation.’
‘That’s so,’ Gord agreed.
‘Someone ended up in the infirmary?’ I hadn’t heard of this.
Natred nodded soberly. ‘A first-year from Skeltzin Hall. Their third-years marched them out into the river fully dressed, up to their chests, and made them stand there for an hour. When they finally gave them the command to come in, one of the cadets slipped and went under and didn’t come up. He was cold, the river rocks were slippery and his uniform was heavy with water. I guess he couldn’t get back on his feet. I heard some of the older cadets laughing about it, that he’d nearly drowned in four feet of water.’
‘And he went to the infirmary for it?’
‘Not him. One of his friends lost his temper, and shouted that they were trying to kill him and charged at the third-year who had started it. The third-year and the other second-years jumped him and beat him up pretty badly. Now he may be discharged from the school. For insubordination.’
‘That’s one New Noble’s son gone,’ Kort said quietly. ‘They don’t bully their own first-years like that. Oh, they have to scrub the steps or sing a song for an hour. But they don’t feed them soap or trip them on the stairs. Or half-drown them.’
‘But it’s not fair,’ Spink said. He sounded both hurt and bewildered. ‘Our older brothers are heirs and will be lords, just like theirs. By the King’s own word, we have as much right to be here. If it hadn’t been for our fathers and their deeds, this Academy wouldn’t even exist! Why should we be treated so badly?’ I could hear the anger building in his voice.
I heard Rory’s puzzlement, too, when he objected, ‘Aw, Spink, it’s only six weeks. Another two weeks to go and we’ll be past it. Besides, I think they’ve slacked off after the river incident. They didn’t hurt Nevare. Just chilled him down a bit and made him sing. I don’t even know why that Lieutenant Tiber stepped in. It was just fun for them, and test a first-year’s mettle. That’s all. You aren’t hurt, are you, Nevare?’
‘No. It wasn’t that drastic. But it seemed important to Tiber that he stop it.’
‘Well, he’s touchy about such things,’ Trist said softly as he joined our group. He had glided up behind us in the darkness, already dressed for bed. He sank down on the hearthstones beside me, putting his back to the warmth of the fire. He spoke so knowingly that he immediately gained all our attention.
‘Why?’ I asked him when he’d let the silence stretch.
‘Well, he’s like that. I don’t know him that well, but I’ve heard my brother’s friends talk about him. He’s a New Noble son, like us, but he’s dead brilliant at engineering, and that’s what he gets by on. Even before Stiet came, when it was Colonel Rebin in charge, he came close to being kicked out. And Rebin really liked him and knew his family well. But Tiber just likes to stir things up. He’s always saying that the New Nobles’ sons aren’t treated fair, here or when we go out into the cavalla. He says we draw the bad postings and move up slower than Old Nobles’ sons. And because it’s how he is, he made up this big chart on paper to prove it, and presented it to Rebin last year as part of his project in military law.’
‘Is it true?’ I asked.
‘I wouldn’t lie about it!’ Trist declared angrily.
‘No, I don’t mean that. Is it true that we get the bad posts and don’t move up as fast?’ Suddenly, the disparity was personal to me. Carsina awaited me only if I showed her father I could win rank quickly.
‘Well, of course it is, for most of us. I even heard that when Roddy Newel’s family tried to buy him a captain’s commission, the regiment declined to have him. There’s a lot of political stuff like that, Nevare. I guess you don’t hear about it much, out on the frontier. But those of us who grew up in Old Thares know.’ He leaned closer to me. ‘Haven’t you noticed? Our corporal is old nobility. So are all the cadet officers. They never put us with our own kind, or let us have officers from amongst the second- and third-year New Nobles. All the second-years and third-years in Carneston House are old nobility. Next year, when we’re second-years, do you think we’ll be here again, or in one of the nice, new houses? No. They’ll put us across the grounds in Sharpton Hall. It used to be a tannery, and still stinks of it. It’s where all the second- and third-year New Nobles’ sons are housed.’
‘How do they fit them all?’ Gord asked wonderingly.
‘All?’ Trist said snidely. ‘Listen up, Gord. Rory told us about culling at the beginning of the year. What do you think it’s about? It’s about having more Old Nobles’ sons go on as officers than New Nobles’ sons. Come the end of the year, a lot of us won’t be here any more. It was bad enough when Colonel Rebin was in charge. I’ve heard that Colonel Stiet would be just as happy to find ways to clear all of us out.’
‘But that’s not fair! He can’t exclude us or kick us out of the Academy just because we aren’t from Old Noble stock.’ Spink was shocked and angry.
Trist stood up, tall and lean, and stretched casually. ‘You keep saying that, Spink, lad. But the fact is, fair or not, he can do it. So you’d best find ways to make it less likely it will happen to you. That’s what my father advised me before I left. Make the right friends. Show the right attitude. And don’t make trouble. Or be seen with trouble-makers. A little free advice: Going about whining “that’s not fair” isn’t going to endear you to Colonel Stiet.’ He rolled his shoulders and I heard his spine crack.
‘I’m off to bed, children,’ he informed us archly. I liked Trist, but his superior manner at that moment grated on me. ‘I have to be up early, you know.’
‘So do we all,’ Rory observed cheerlessly.
We dispersed from our hearth into the chill of the bunkrooms. I said my prayers and got into my bed but could not fall asleep. Spink seemed to share my insomnia for he whispered into the quiet, ‘What happens to us if we get sent home from Academy?’
I was surprised he didn’t know. ‘You’re a soldier son. You enlist as a common soldier and do the best you can from there.’
‘Or, if you’re lucky, some rich relative buys you a commission and you go off as an officer anyway,’ Nate added into Spink’s despairing silence.
‘I don’t have any rich relatives. At least, I don’t have any who like me.’
‘Me,