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CABALLERO DEL NORTE

... I may not be the subject of her musical talents next time."

"Well, before we find out, has she quarters or no?"

"Of a sort. Makeshift, but everything is right now. Most of us are best staying in the tents until tomorrow. We've got one of the outlying buildings at the back set aside, though, and won't be much to partition off a section."

"The barracks building."

"It was, yes, Don."

Zuleika looked aghast, the other women scandalized, not helped in the least by the soldiers grinning and nudging each other.

"It's the only one that didn't go up while we were busy with The Thing." The Thing. After the resistance the Almohads had put up, Iago's forces had broken through in a fury. Once the victory was secure, and truth be told slightly before, the call for Havok had gone out. Havok....the free-for-all cry of loot and pillage and sack. It was never easy to pull men back from. "But at any rate, we've emptied the building out. None of ours are going to be using it, certainly. We can get some levies or militia to move in what she needs. Have sergeants and nothing less as guards, but use the rest of the building for supplies and storing mass pillage. Button it up, all the privacy she'd need."

Zuleika still looked very unsure, but Iago nodded, trusting the words and judgment of his Leonese lieutenant. "Get it done. You, personally. She is to be considered a princess, and treatment of any lesser caliber will be answered for as an insult to my honor as well as her ...

... royal person."

"As you say, Don Iago." He nodded towards the four remaining women. "And them?"

All were dressed alike in fine clothing, all wearing rich ornamentation. They huddled somewhat, fear and confusion writ plain on them. Two were clearly moorish. One, whose beauty made her stand out even in that group, had different, more eastern features. The last appeared of a more northerly cast, but whether a native of Hispania or from further afield was impossible to say.

Iago scratched at an itch on his cheek. "All concubines?"

"Yes."

Iago nodded. "Spoils, like I said. Figure a price for each and offer them as alternatives to other treasure for the high-born among us."

"You are our commander, Don Iago. On you falls first choice."

Iago's eyes flicked over them briefly, then shifted to Zuleika, then back to Vistruario. "I'll stick to treasure. I pass first choice on to you, Vistruario."

Vistruario blinked in surprise, then nodded, then bowed. "You are very generous, Don Iago."

"It is nothing. Now, I'm off to inspect the wounded. Remember, none other is to manage the princess's accommodation."

"I remember, Don."

Iago turned and walked away. He was unaware of Zuleika's eyes following him.

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Having attended to the myriad tedious chores which followed the rush of conquest (or, more specifically, reconquest), Vistruario had changed into a simple if well-made tunic. He didn't much go for ostentation. ...