Mendicant General

The cavalry troopers with Jing Li chuckled, even though it was their companion who was rolling on the ground. The downed man was the third of their group to attempt the little ford, they had hoped to seek shelter in the run down Daoist temple behind the creek.

That had been the plan, anyway. The horses had stomped through the snow as the patrol sought and dealt with bandits. The men were some of the best riders in Jing Li's army; that's why they had gotten new mounts first. The snow made hard riding tricky and the cold made extra work for the troopers. However, Jing Li wanted these men ready by spring.

As they had approached the old temple their expectations had been dashed. Not only was the building now occupied, though only in slightly better repair, but there had been a lone rider astride a gangly steppe pony who blocked their way. They could have swarmed the creek and encircled the rider, the water was very low and the rickety bridge more for dryness than safety. Yet the challenge had been issued. The rider seemed to be tasked with defending the temple. A dozen or more ragged supplicants seemed to have stopped their work on the building and moved to watch the defense of what seemed to be their home. Several carried babies or held the hands of children. None seemed well dressed or overly fed.

Jing Li studied the rider and the mount. Both were slight though he knew steppe ponies held supreme endurance. Perhaps that was not truly the case with this one, though. Its ribs clearly showed and it seemed to have seen better years. Yet it had responded to the riders direction with heart, even though it huffed a bit now.

The rider was small, but quick. Very quick. The armor had been peiced together, probably from war spoils. Very little matched. So far the contests had lasted but a single pass and the rider's style looked different than what most of the troopers were used to. Jing Li recognized the tight motions and inner circle control as a southern tradition yet he was unfamiliar with the style.

Another trooper saluted and requested a turn.

"Wait." Jing Li replied. He gently eased his horse forward and saluted as if to a worthy opponent, yet stayed off the bridge. "This land is controlled by the prefect of Hu." He said in a conversational tone. "By what right do you take up arms?"

"We have a writ of work to restore this temple." The rider replied, and motioned to the group. "I have a signed document from Prefect Chang giving my master responsibility for this area. It seems many groups of men would like to come here, savage our women, and destroy our work."

"I was not aware that Prefect Chang was such a religious sort." Jing Li replied. "May I see the document?"

"It was not an inexpensive piece of writing." The rider replied. "Am I to assume you are willing to talk before I unhorse you?"

"Yes. Your mount looks winded and you have bested three good men." Jing Li took off his helmet. "Perhaps you could bear a truce for a short while?"

"As long as you stay on your side of the bridge, we can have a truce." The rider likewise removed her overly large helmet and revealed a pretty, if tired, face. She motioned behind her and one of the men carrying an infant moved forward to help her dismount.

Jing Li noted the exhaustion in both the rider and the horse. He also noted the interplay between the man who was not a servant and the warrior who was deferential. It seemed odd, but both of them moved forward to join the little camp Jing Li's men started to assemble. The soldiers broke out their food and Jing Li saw the flash in the woman's eyes, before she regained control.

The man who was not a servant shuffled the infant to his other side and produced a scroll from his sleeve. He saluted Jing Li and proffered the scroll respectfully.

Jing Li read the writ and grimaced. No doubt this group had put all their money in to bribe some scribe to write this up and present it to Chang when he was half drunk. It was proper though, and he could see that they were trying to fight the on-coming winter with sparse supplies and few tools.

"Perhaps a trade can be arranged." Jing Li carefully rolled the scroll back up and respectfully returned it. "We need shelter for ourselves and our horses. We have food to share, if you have a need. Can we extend our truce to cover until this time tomorrow?"

The woman looked at the other man, who smiled and handed her the infant. The warrior grimaced and became a mother. "My youngest, Mei. He who is our master, and my husband, Yu." She bowed respectfully to the man. "He has taken a vow of silence until spring, to focus his thoughts on the way. I am the only other warrior in our band."