Tale of the Fox by Harry Turtledove

Author:Harry Turtledove [Turtledove, Harry]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fantasy
ISBN: 9780671578749
Google: AERRhXad-hgC
Amazon: 067157874X
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Goodreads: 101593
Publisher: Baen
Published: 2000-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Fox & Empire

I

Up in the watchtower, the lookout winded his horn: a long, unmelodious blast. “Two chariots approach from the south, lord king!” he bellowed.

From the courtyard far below, Gerin the Fox, king of the north, cupped a hand to his mouth and replied: “Thanks, Andiver. We’ll see who they are when they get here.”

“Aren’t you going to go up on the palisade and have a look?” the sentry demanded indignantly.

“In a word, no,” Gerin answered. “If two chariots’ worth of warriors can conquer Fox Keep, either they’re gods, in which case looking at them won’t do me any good, or else we’re all such cowards that the men who are on the palisade now would be running away, and that’s not happening, either. So I’ll wait for them down here, thanks very much.”

Andiver said something the height of his perch kept Gerin from understanding. The Fox decided it was probably just as well.

His son Dagref smiled at him. “That was very logical,” he said. Dagref, at fourteen, was as remorselessly logical as the most terrifying Sithonian philosopher who’d ever made a living lecturing in the Elabonian Empire. Up until twenty years before, Gerin’s kingdom, as well as the rest of the land north from the High Kirs to the River Niffet, had been a frontier province of the Empire. Elabon, though, had abandoned the land north of the mountains in the face of the devastating werenight caused by all four moons’ coming full at the same time and, almost incidentally, the barbarous Trokmoi swarming south over the Niffet.

“It was indeed,” Gerin said. “So what?”

Dagref stared at him. Man and youth shared a long face, long nose, and swarthy complexion. Dagref, though, had only fine down on his cheeks and chin, and his hair was a brown almost black. Gerin’s neat beard and his hair were gray, and getting grayer by the year: he was past fifty now, and often knew it by the creaking in his bones.

“Logic is the greatest tool, the greatest weapon, in the world,” Dagref declared.

“That depends on what you’re doing,” Gerin replied. “If you’re in the middle of a brawl, you can’t slay a Gradi or a Trokmę or one of Aragis the Archer’s jolly henchmen with a well-aimed syllogism. That’s why we carry these things every now and then.”

He hefted his sword. The sun glinted, red as blood, from the polished edge of the bronze blade. Dagref held a sword, too. He enjoyed fencing with it much less than fencing with his wits. He was very dangerous with the latter, only somewhat so with the former.

“Come on.” Gerin made as if to attack him. “If some big ugly lug carves chunks off you, it doesn’t matter that he’s never heard of the law of the excluded middle. You won’t be around to instruct him afterwards.”

Dagref parried the slash. His answering cut made Gerin give back a pace. They did not work against each other as often as Gerin would have done had

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