"If not us, perhaps someone else," Johanna said in a small voice.
"Perhaps. I don't think anyone else came close to firing on the nest. You see the effect on my people? 'If bad luck in the forest can kill our Queen and destroy our marvelous weapons, what will it be like when we face a thinking enemy?' That was the question in many minds. Unless I could answer it, we'd never make it out of this valley — at least not going northward."
"So you gave the medals. Loyalty for honor."
"Yes. You missed the sense of it, not understanding Tinish. I made a big thing of how well they had done. I gave silverwood accolades to packs who showed any competence during the ambush. That helped some. I repeated my reasons for this expedition — the wonders that Dataset describes and how much we lose if Steel gets his way. But they've heard all that before, and it points to far away things they can scarcely imagine. The new thing I showed them today was you and Scrupilo."
"Us?"
"I praised you beyond the skies. Singletons often do brave things. Sometimes they are halfway clever, or talk as though they are. But alone, Scrupilo's fragment wouldn't be much more than a good knife fighter. He knew about using the cannon, but he didn't have the paws or mouths to do anything with it. And by himself, he would never have figured out where to shoot it. You, on the other hand, are a Two Legs. In many ways you are helpless. The only way you can think is by yourself, but you can do it without interfering with those around you. Together you did what no pack could do in the middle of a wolf-nest attack. So I told my army what a team our two races could become, how each makes up for the age-long failings of the other. Together, we are one step closer to being the Pack of Packs. How is Scrupilo?"
Johanna smiled faintly. "Things turned out okay. Once he was able to get out there and accept his medal," she fingered the broach that was pinned to her own collar; it was a beautiful thing, a landscape of Woodcarver's city, "once he'd done that, he was totally changed. You should have seen him with the cannoneers afterwards. They did their own loyalty/honor thing, and then they drank a lot of beer. Scrupilo was telling them all about what we were doing. He even had me help demonstrate… You really think the army bought what you said about humans and Tines?"
"I think so. In my own language, I can be very eloquent. I've bred myself to be." Woodcarver was silent for a moment. Her puppies scrambled across the carpet, and patted their muzzles at Johanna's hands. "Besides… it may even be true. Pilgrim is sure of it. You can sleep in this same tent with me and still think. That's something that he and I can't do; in our own ways, we've each lived a long time and I think we are each at least as smart as the humans and other creatures that Dataset talks about in the Beyond. But you singleton creatures can stand next to each other, and think and build. Compared to us, I'll bet singleton races developed the sciences very fast. But now, with your help, maybe things will change fast for us, too." The two puppies retreated, and Woodcarver lowered heads to paws. "That's what I told my people, anyway… You should try to get some sleep now."
On the ground beyond the tent's entrance there were already splashes of sunlight. "Okay." Johanna slipped off her outer clothes. She lay down and dragged a light quilt across herself. Most of Woodcarver already looked asleep. As usual, one or two pairs of eyes were open, but their intelligence would be limited — and just now, even they looked tired. Funny, Woodcarver had worked with Dataset so much, her human voice had come to capture emotion as well as pronunciation. Just now she had sounded so tired, so sad.
Johanna reached out from under her quilt to brush the neck of Woodcarver's nearest, the blind one. "Do you believe what you told everyone?" she said softly.
One of the "sentry" heads looked at her, and a very human sigh seemed to come from all directions. Woodcarver's voice was very faint. "Yes… but I am very afraid that it doesn't matter any more. For six hundred years, I have had proper confidence in myself. But what happened on the south wall
… should not have happened. It would not if I had followed Vendacious's advice, and come down on the New Road."
"But we might have been seen — "
