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meant a general holiday with feasting and mu¬sic, and dancing for those who were "killed" before they were completely exhausted.
    Not that anyone got killed deliberately just so he could go dancing, since those who were too exhausted to dance were pampered and treated like heroes regardless of which side won.
    Ever since the first time that Kyrtian and his right-hand man had expanded their war-games to include the general popula¬tion of the estate, the exercise had proven so popular that hu¬mans and elves alike had come to expect and anticipate a war-day every two or three moons or so. Kyrtian just couldn't bring himself to disappoint them—and the one time he'd tried to hold a feast without a war, there had been such protest that he'd never dared do it again.
    "I don't suppose it could be a woods-battle, could it?" he asked wistfully. "Or—oh, what about a siege?"
    "With the manor as the target? No, better yet, the Dowager-House; no one's used it in decades, and it's been years since it was cleaned and aired out. It'll give your Lady-Mother an ex¬cuse to get it set to rights in case we need it for something. An¬cestors know what, but we might." Gel mulled that over as his men declined to surrender, electing to fight to the last one standing. "That could be done—if you could manage mock-arrows and mock-stones; perhaps mock-boiling-oil."
    Kyrtian stared at him, aghast at the picture that conjured up. "Ancestors! You're certainly bloody-minded!"
    "If you want a siege, you might as well do it right," Gel ar¬gued. "That means that the besiegers will use bows, and the be¬sieged will pelt them with whatever they can from the walls. Now, can you produce the proper material, or can't you?"
    "I probably can," Kyrtian admitted. "But you do realize what this will mean, don't you?"
    "Huge casualties early on, which means the battle won't run long, which means we'll get to the feasting sooner." Gel grinned. "Which means less work for me and more for your obliging Lady-Mother in arranging the entertainment."
     
    "And probably a population increase in nine months unless I make sure to dose every particle of food on the estate against conceptions," Kyrtian sighed. "Which means more work for me, both in concocting the new magic-weapons, and in seeing to it that we don't get that flood of new births. You know what happens when the women get to be in on the combat! Why it is that mock-fighting gets them so stimulated—" He shook his head. "Sometimes I think that you humans are so different from us that I'll never understand you. Still—"
    "A siege would be fun," Gel said, persuasively, as his men dropped, one by one, beneath the swords of Kyrtian's fighters. "We've never done a siege before with live fighters. Things that work on the sand-table with models don't always work with living people."
    The temptation was too great to resist. "All right," he de¬cided. "Start planning and working toward it. I'll research the magic needed. If it doesn't look as if we can pull it off in a months' time, we'll have the usual field-melee instead."
    "Done!" Gel crowed, and slapped him on the shoulder, just as the last of his men fell. At that point, Kyrtian's remaining fighters rushed up, cheering, and there was no point in trying to talk until the victory celebration was over.

3
     
     
    As was usual, the two groups of combatants trudged out of the forest together as a single fraternal mass with no sense of marching order. The forest could well have been devoid of life at this point; birds and beasts were probably frightened into immobility by the laughter and talking. At any rate, Kyrtian couldn't spot so much as a rabbit or a sparrow as they followed the faint track of an old road beneath the trees. The sun was just setting, and a thick, golden light poured
     
    through the branches, gilding the edges of the leaves and touch¬ing the clouds. Tired, but cheerful, friends and comrades traded congratulations, boasts, and outright lies as