Tavi took a moment to scan his surroundings. If he needed to flee suddenly, he wanted to know which direction offered him the best chance of evading pursuit. More to the point, he was sure that Nasaug was not the only Cane present. Tavi couldn't see them, but the wolflike beings rarely operated in anything but groups.
Tavi nudged Acteon forward, and the horse snorted and tossed his head at the feral predator smell of the Cane. He sidestepped for a nervous second, but Tavi guided him forward with a light touch on the reins, and the battle-trained mount continued, until they stopped perhaps ten feet from Nasaug.
"Captain," Nasaug growled. His voice was a deep, resonant thing, though his Aleran was chewed and mangled by his fangs and jaws as he spoke it. He tilted his head slightly to the right.
"Nasaug," Tavi replied, mirroring the gesture. "Where's my man?"
The Cane's ears twitched in what Tavi recognized as a gesture of approval. Nasaug growled something under his breath, and another Cane, smaller, his fur grizzled and thick with scars, appeared from around the trunk of the tree, leading Ehren with him.
The Cursor's wrists were bound with leather straps, his shirt was smeared with grime, and there were dark circles under his eyes, but other than that he seemed whole.
Tavi reached into a pocket and withdrew the black ludus piece Nasaug had sent. He tossed it to the Canim leader, who caught it with a casual flick of one pawlike hand.
Nasaug nodded to Tavi and growled something else. The older Cane drew a knife from his belt, and Tavi felt himself tense up. His concerns were groundless. The knife parted Ehren's bonds, and then the old Cane returned it to its sheath.
"Go to your captain," Nasaug growled.
Ehren eyed him warily but walked quickly over to stand beside Tavi.
"You all right?" Tavi asked.
"Mostly embarrassed," Ehren said. "They caught me before I could approach them openly."
Tavi nodded, drew his knife from his belt, and offered the hilt to Ehren. The Cursor took it with a nod of thanks, and promptly turned to watch their backs.
"You returned a scout to me," Nasaug growled. "I return one to you. The scales between us are balanced."
"Agreed," Tavi said. "Your troops fought well today."
"We do what we must," Nasaug replied. "Why do you wish to speak with me?"
"To discuss a solution to our problems."
"Problems," Nasaug said. A bubbling snarl that was the Canim equivalent of a chuckle vibrated through the word. "Of which problem do you speak?"
"I have come to believe that our peoples are dying needlessly," Tavi replied. "This war profits neither your Realm nor mine."
"We fight for our lives, Captain," Nasaug growled. "Another day is profit enough for me."
"And we fight to defend against an invader," Tavi replied. "We both have motivation in plenty to wage a war. But it is my hope that there is mutual advantage to be gained by peace."
Nasaug's gleaming black eyes narrowed, and his ears remained perfectly still, focused on Tavi. "Explain."
"I want you to leave Alera," Tavi said. "But it makes no difference to me how you go, so long as you are gone." He gave Nasaug a small smile, showing a few teeth. "We both know that you can't hold out forever. Even if you defeat these Legions, others will be raised and sent against you. And still others will be should they fall. You're too badly outnumbered, and you know it. Sooner or later, Alera will grind you into dust."
Nasaug's chest rumbled with a warning growl-but he said nothing to contradict Tavi's statement. "I will not surrender to your kind."
"I would never ask it of you," Tavi replied.
"What, then?"
"Tell me how long it will take you to finish your ships."
Nasaug's lips peeled back from his teeth in surprise. He growled something in Canish that Tavi didn't catch, before saying, "Longer than I would prefer."
"My new commander believes you intend to employ them against Alera."
"Ships carry troops," Nasaug said. "I don't need them to take my troops to Alera. They are already here."
"You want to go home," Tavi said quietly.
Nasaug was silent for most of a minute before he answered Tavi, his rumbling voice barely audible. "Yes."
"In other words," Tavi said, "I want you gone-and you want to leave. It seems to me that we are each in a position to solve the other's problem."
"In a rational world, perhaps," Nasaug said, "but we are in Alera."
Tavi nodded. "We are. Because Sari led your people here."
"Sari." Nasaug's voice rumbled with harsh rage, and one of his feet flicked backward, scattering dirt and old leaves. "He was a coward and a fool."
"You never truly supported him," Tavi said. "That's why he burned your ships behind you."
Nasaug said nothing.
"Why?" Tavi asked him. "Why did you follow him here?"
"He had the proper authority. I had orders. It was my duty to follow them, no matter how insane they might seem."
"I understand," Tavi said, unable to stop a wry note from entering his voice.
"And he had..." Nasaug let out a growl of frustration. "There is no Aleran word. He had charge of many warrior-caste families."
"Hostages?"
Nasaug made a small slashing motion with one paw-hand. "Not the same."
Tavi frowned. "But Sari does not command you now."
"No," Nasaug said.
"Given the chance, would you depart peacefully?"
The Cane tilted his head to one side, eyes narrowing. "Your forces have begun a war season against us. They do not seek a peace."
"What if that changed?" Tavi asked. "What if the First Lord ordered them to go no further? Would you be willing to withdraw your support from High Lord Kalarus and enter a truce until your departure?"
Again the Cane entered a pensive silence.
Tavi pressed him. "There has to be a reason Sari did what he did, Nasaug. He loaded every boat he could find with every Cane he could find and sailed them across the full breadth of the sea to land here. He was a coward, and we both know it. He was running from something, wasn't he?"
Nasaug remained still.
"If he was running from what I think he was," Tavi said quietly, "then you and your men are badly needed at home. The Legions are coming for Mastings, Nasaug. If they take it, they will burn your ships and any hope you have of returning home. Even if they don't take it, this time, they will bleed your ranks, attack your supply lines, and hinder your shipwrights in every way they can imagine." He leaned forward, meeting the Cane's eyes. "The fastest way for you to get home with the strongest possible force is to agree to this truce."