by David Drake
"What do you expect to accomplish that you couldn't have done when you were in Caraman the first time?" Zettin said, putting his finger on the same point. His eyes were narrowed, but his hand hadn't returned to his sword. "I'll hire a full troop of Blaise armsmen when I get to Piscine, twenty at least," Ingens said promptly. "I have a draft on our agent there for the money. The guards we had with us were fine as a normal escort, but I'll want real soldiers to back me if Iexpect trouble. The whole village may be in league with Princess Perrine, you know." The explanation was perfectly reasonable. Another person might've proceeded in a different fashion, but Ilna couldn't fault the fellow's logic. He was lying, though. She was as sure of that as she was of sunset. "I really believe I'll be able to do a better job without…," Ingens said earnestly. "That is, by myself." "Don't be a fool, man," Zettin said irritably. He turned to Ilna and said,
"Mistress, how long will it take you to prepare for the journey?" Ilna shrugged. "I'll pack a spare tunic and I suppose a cloak," she said.
"And I'll tell Mistress Winora that I'll be travelling. She really runs the Society; I'm just a boogieman. I can serve that purpose from Blaise or wherever, so long as they're afraid that I might come back."
"Mistress?" said Zettin. Isn't it obvious? Ilna snarled in her mind; but it hadn't been obvious to Zettin or he wouldn't have asked the question. Calmly she said, "The staff, and I include Winora in this, will sort out their own differences quickly and quietly in order to keep me from hearing about trouble." "Ah!" said Zettin. "Because they respect you and don't want to disturb you." "No, Master Zettin," Ilna said. "Because they're terrified of what I might do if I became angry.
Since that concerns me also, I'll be just as glad to be away from Pandah while things are still being organized." She looked at Ingens.
From his expression, he'd understood what she was saying-better than Zettin had, at any rate. She'd frightened him badly by what she'd learned by touching his tunic. That meant the secretary had something to hide, but almost everyone had things to hide. Ilna herself didn't.
Ilna didn't have anything at all. "I'll…," Ingens said. "We'll leave at midmorning, from Krumlin's wharf on the river, then. The boat I've engaged is theBird of the River. If that's all right with you, mistress." "Yes," said Ilna, turning away. "Certainly." A commotion approached from the direction of the compound's gate. One of Lady Liane's attendants-Ilna didn't recall his face, but the collar of his outer tunic was embroidered with a pattern she'd seen only on Third Atara-was striding toward them, followed by a squawking bevy of clerks. The watchman hobbled along behind, cupping his groin with both hands. "Lord Zettin," the courier said, "I'm sorry for the bother-" He glanced over his shoulder. The clerks chirped in fear. The watchman glared, but he stopped also. "-but it isn't for sweepers and the like to tell Prince Garric's messenger to wait." Ilna eyed the man. He was younger than most of Liane's people, sure of himself-with reason-but not experienced enough to know that there were other people who were also rightly confident. He'd learn, probably sooner rather than later judging from his attitude. If he survived, he'd be better at his work in the future. Ifhe survived. The courier bowed. "His highness," he said, "requests your presence and that of Mistress Ilna-" He dipped his head in further acknowledgment. "-at an immediate council meeting in his suite." "Yes, all right," Zettin said. His face blanked.
Turning to Ilna, he said, "That is, I'll come at once-" "Yes," said Ilna, "and so will I. Good day, Master Ingens. I'll expect to see you in the morning." She and Zettin strode back through the compound side by side, as they'd come. The courier was already gone on ahead; neither of them needed a guide to the council room in the palace.
Zettin cleared his throat. "I wonder, mistress?" he said. "Perhaps rather than being enrolled in the Scout Corps, you'd like your hunters to accompany you Caraman? Quite apart from what you might find there, I'll admit that I don't entirely trust this Ingens. Though Zussa says he's been perfectly satisfactory during his employment." Ilna sniffed.
"I don't trust Ingens at all," she said. "I'd still rather that Asion and Karpos join you." "They'll be very welcome, mistress," Zettin said diplomatically. They'd reached the gate; it was standing open. "I thought you might want familiar companions on a long journey, is all."
That was the problem, of course: Asion and Karposwere familiar companions, men who'd willingly risked their lives for her and whom she'd come to like. Their deaths in her service wouldn't be as terrible a loss as that of Chalcus and Merota, but she didn't have much margin for further loss. And the hunters would certainly die, sooner or later, if they continued to travel with Ilna os-Kenset. Life had been easier when Ilna didn't have any feelings beyond occasional flashes of anger, back when her emotions were shut down. Life without feeling was pointless, of course; but then, life was probably pointless in any case. Ilna would go on until something stopped her, though. If it was this Princess Perrine who stopped her, then so be it. But the princess would feel she had something to boast about.
Chapter 3 Sharina's escort waited outside the council chamber with other guards and the lower-ranking aides of the bureau chiefs seated at the long table. The room had been a banquet hall: one of the pirate captains who'd infested Pandah before the army arrived had eaten here with the fifty-man crew of his galley. It was none too large for the royal council in its present form, though. An usher whisked Sharina through the murmur of aides standing behind their principals, holding document cases or preparing to take notes on tablets of waxed boards.
Princess Sharina's place was directly across from Garric; he smiled to see her, but there was a shadow of frowning concern on his forehead.
Half of the original dining tables had been removed. The remainder had been covered with what was originally a wall hanging-a crudely woven hunting scene of stags and horsemen in a mountain landscape. It was here simply because it was the right size to hide the names and smutty drawings a generation of pirates had carved in the tabletop. Courtiers filled the rest of the room. None of them spoke loudly, but even whispers and the shuffle of feet-hobnailed in the case of the soldiers-created a din that echoed from the beams of the high ceiling.
The walls had been freshly plastered; the smell of lime was sharp enough to make Sharina's nose wrinkle. She supposed it'd been necessary to cover the graffiti-the drawings were even more explicit than what brutes could engrave with the points of their daggers-but the chamberlain was turning necessity into a virtue: an artist had already started drawing cartoons for a mural showing humans and Coerli together battling monsters. She leaned across the table; Garric got up so he could lean even farther, bringing their heads close together. It probably wouldn't meet the standards of court etiquette, but they'd been brother and sister for a long time before they became prince and princess. "Tenoctris will be delayed," she said. "She wants to get information on the problem before she discusses it." Garric nodded and smiled, then settled back on his chair. Its high back-higher than the other chairs around the table-was carved in a clumsy imitation of a grape arbor. Sharina suspected it was even more uncomfortable to sit on than hers, but presumably it met what the palace servants considered to be the requirements of royal dignity. "We'll get started now," Garric said, speaking loudly enough that the room quieted instantly around him. "I've just been informed that the Empire of Palomir is allied with a race of rats the size of men. Presumably they're intelligent as well, since they use swords and armor. We're working to get a better understanding of the numbers involved-" He winked across the table at Sharina. "-but we know that the rulers of Palomir claim that they'll be able to conquer the kingdom. Conquer the world, in fact." There was a dull explosion of sound-no individual part of it loud but in combination overwhelming. People whispered to their neighbors, sorted through documents and shuffled their feet.
Garric let it go on for a moment. The present council was a larger body than Sharina had become used to. In the past there'd been a council in Valles, the capital. Garric took a smaller group of advisors with him w
hen he led the fleet and army around the Isles, reminding the rulers of individual islands that they were part of the kingdom rather than independent principalities. In the past few weeks, Chancellor Royhas had moved his entire establishment to Pandah. His great rival, Lord Tadai, had travelled with Garric and gained real power even if he lacked the title of chancellor. When Royhas saw Garric delaying at Pandah instead of returning to Valles, he'd acted and the other bureaus had followed him. Lord Hauk, the Minister of Supply, had moved even earlier: he was a former commoner who took a very pragmatic view of things. In the Change the Isles had become a single continent, and Pandah was in the center of it. That made it the best location from which to communicate with all parts of the kingdom, and transport was the core of Hauk's duties. "I'll direct the regional governors to begin raising reinforcements," said Lord Waldron. "If Palomir thinks it's strong enough to conquer the Isles, then we may need more troops than we have on hand at present." Waldron, a stiff-backed former cavalryman, commanded the royal army. He'd never fully approved of Garric who wasn't a noble from Northern Ornifal like himself, but he couldn't have been tortured into breaking his oath.
He'd repeatedly shown that at least one cavalryman knew more about war than how to lead a headlong charge. Waldron would lead the charge also, of course. Much as Sharina disliked many of the assumptions of men of Waldron's class, she respected their bravery. Physical courage was as natural to them as breathing. "I believe there's nothing but broken buildings left of Palomir," Lord Tadai said, tenting his hands in what was for him a familiar gesture. He was well fed, well groomed, and very intelligent. His formal title now was City Prefect; Pandah's explosive growth and the likelihood that Garric would make it the official capital provided both need for Tadai's skills and scope for his ambitions. "There aren't enough people to be a military threat-"
"Theythink they're a threat!" Waldron snapped. The two men were both Ornifal nobles, but Waldron was a northern landowner while Tadai's wealth came from trade carried on in Valles. They had as much in common with Garric, raised as a peasant on Haft, as they did with one another. "I'd be very pleased to learn that they're wrong, but I donot choose to ignore dangers." "Nor do I, milord," Tadai said. His softness was entirely physical; he was just as focused and ruthless as Waldron, though they used different weapons. "I rather suggest that the danger is likely to be one whose solution needs a wizard more than it does a soldier. Since Lady Tenoctris isn't present-"
Sharina opened her mouth to speak. Before she could, her brother said, "Lady Tenoctris is looking into the matter already. She'll report to me when there's somethingto report." "What about the cat, then?" said Waldron, nodding toward Rasile. "Lady Rasile, I mean."
Some of those present had been upset that a Corl was allowed to attend council meetings. Waldron, somewhat to Sharina's surprise, was perfectly willing to accept the Coerli as peers. The catmen were brave warriors, after all, which to him gave them higher status than city merchants like Tadai and Royhas. All eyes turned to the Corl wizard. A chair, sturdier than most, had been set for Cashel at the end on Sharina's side of the table. Seating protocol at council meetings was a nightmare for the chamberlain and her staff. Fortunately everyone knew that the Prince and Princess didn't care, and that they'd tear a strip off anybody who made trouble about the business. Cashel was on the end because it was a great deal easier for so broad a man to sit down and get up than it would be beside Sharina in the middle. Today Cashel had entered with the Corl wizard in the crook of his right arm and his quarterstaff upright in his left hand. He placed her in the chair-she crouched on the seat-and stood behind it like a servant. In a sense Cashel was right: they were all servants, of mankind and of good in the struggle against evil. To the people who really knew him, however, he was the equal of anyone else in the hall. "Just Rasile, Warrior Waldron," Rasile said."I have been concerned with the Worm which infests Telut, Warrior Cashel informs me." Liane uncapped her silver pen; it had an ink reservoir in the barrel so that it didn't have to be dipped after each few strokes. She began jotting notes in a notebook made from thin sheets of elm wood, her eyes on the Corl wizard. Rasile turned and tilted her long face up toward Cashel. He nodded solemnly and said, "She means the thing that attacked Ombis on Telut. It ate through the walls and then the pirates with it took the city." "Yes," said Rasile. "But I know nothing about Palomir. If the wizard Tenoctris is giving that her attention, I would be a fool to interfere." Liane, sitting to Garric's right but slightly behind him, leaned forward and whispered. He nodded twice, his eyes unfocused, then said to the gathering, "It appears that it will be necessary to march with the army shortly, since I don't intend to wait here for our enemy or enemies to attack us at their leisure." Lord Waldron snorted.
"Such being the case," Garric continued, "and given that I expect to be leading the army myself-" He looked at Waldron. Waldron nodded crisply, "Of course, your highness," he said. "-I propose to leave Princess Sharina as regent as I've done in the past. Does anyone care to comment on my decision?" "I don't think anybody in this room is such a fool," Lord Waldron said. He glanced to his right, toward Chancellor Royhas on Garric's other side, and added, "No soldier is, anyway. "I've had the pleasure of working under the direction of Princess Sharina in the past, your highness," Royhas said mildly. "I couldn't imagine a better deputy in your absence." He smiled. Though Royhas wasn't a morose man, Sharina had found him generally too reserved to smile in public. His expression seemed chosen as a polite counterpunch to Waldron's verbal sneer. "Very good," said Garric.
"Then all I have in addition is to direct that all bureaus and districts-" He nodded toward the eastern gallery where stood the representatives of the kingdom's new districts. Most of them were based on the islands which existed before the Change. The representatives didn't have seats at the table, but they were present so that their reports would help outlying regions feel they were parts of the kingdom rather than merely sources of taxes. "-to be prepared for possible invasion from the south." Garric quirked a tired smile toward Rasile and Cashel. "And apparently from the east as well. I'll keep you informed as we get additional information, and I'll expect you all to pass on the information you and your subordinates come across." The door latch rasped; Sharina turned to look over her shoulder. A Blood Eagle shoved the door open and sidled in. He and his partner were holding the ends of a spear between them, providing a makeshift sedan chair for Tenoctris. The wizard's face was drawn; she was so weary that she seemed barely able grip the soldiers' forearms to balance herself on the shaft. Sharina started to get up, but Cashel was already moving. Several aides who'd been in his way bounced to one side or the other with startled squawks. He scooped Tenoctris into the crook of his arm with a practiced motion. Sharina thought of how alert and healthy Tenoctris had been an hour before. The spell she'd worked after Sharina left her must've been of enormous weight to have drained her so thoroughly. Rasile hopped down from the chair. Cashel set Tenoctris on it with the delicacy of a cat with her kitten. "Lady Tenoctris," Garric said. "Do you have information for us?" "Yes," said the wizard. She was trying to sound bright, but exhaustion made her voice wobble. "I'm afraid that I do, your highness." *** "I'm out of my depth here," Tenoctris said, but despite the words her familiar rueful smile lifted Garric's spirits. She always deprecated her abilities, but they'd always proven adequate to the kingdom's needs. "I'm a wizard," she continued, "but while there's wizardry involved, there's theology also." People whispered, one of them a junior officer leaning close to Lord Attaper's right ear.
"Silence!" Garric said, pointing his left index finger at the two Blood Eagles. He knew he was taking out his nervous anger on people whose mildly improper actions didn't deserve that level of response, but that was better than Carus' urge to use the flat of his sword to quiet the room. Carus grinned in his mind. Garric grinned back in response, feeling his mood lighten. "The problem with lopping somebody's head off if they screw up," Carus said, still grinning, "is that the victim isn't much good to you afterwards. As
I learned the hard way a time or two." In the silence that followed Garric's shout, a slender man with the white robe and black stole of a senior priest, said, "We of the Temple of the Lady of the Grove would be honored to assist you, Lady Tenoctris." "I didn't say I needed priestcraft,"
Tenoctris snapped. She was regaining her animation and apparently her strength, as she was now sitting upright at the edge of the chair. She cleared her throat against the back of her hand and resumed, "I've discussed my religious beliefs only in private, and even then rarely.
To be brief, Ihad no religious beliefs. I'd never seen the Great Gods and I saw no reason to believe they existed." The babble greeting the wizard's words was momentarily overwhelming. Even to Garric, the statement was disturbing. His family hadn't been particularly religious, but before each meal there'd always been a crumb and a drop for the little shrine on the wall of the dining room. "Oh, I say!" cried Lord Hauk, shocked out of his normal deference toward born aristocrats. "Being a wizard doesn't justify blasphemy!" Cashel banged the iron cap of his staff on the terrazzo floor. "That's all right!" he said. It wasn't like him to break in, especially not in a council meeting, but he obviously felt responsible for Tenoctris. "I figure she's wrong, but you leave her alone unless you want to discuss it with me, all right?" "Continue, Lady Tenoctris," Garric said mildly.
Because of the sudden silence, he didn't have to raise his voice. That was good, because shouting both sounded angry and made himfeel angry when he did it. "My friend Cashel is quite correct," Tenoctris said, cheerful and apparently herself again. "I was wrong about the Great Gods: They did exist, and there was sufficient evidence to have proved the fact to me if I'd been willing to consider it. Sharing my mind with a demon has-" There was another chorus of gasps, though it stilled instantly of its own. Thecrack! of Cashel's ferrule on stone wasn't really necessary. "I never learned to watch what I said around civilians either," said Carus wryly. "At least she doesn't wear a sword." "-forced me to become more realistic," Tenoctris said. "Which is something of an embarrassment to someone who thought shewas a realist." Tenoctris looked around the table, touching everyone seated with her smile. Garric didn't understand where she was going with the discussion, and he was very doubtful that anyone else did either. He wanted to take Liane's hand, but that wasn't proper behavior for a council meeting. "The problem, you see…," Tenoctris said. Her voice became minutely thinner; the brightness remained, but it'd become a false gloss over her concern. "Is that the Great Gods of the Isles donot exist in this world which the Change brought. The Gods of Palomir-that-was are trying to climb the empty plinth, and they have power of a sort that I don't completely understand." She shook her head, smiling. "In fact I don't understand it at all," she said. "It's working through principles that are nothing like those I do understand. But I can help deal with it. And Wizard Rasile can help, and everyone in the kingdom will help according to their skills. There will be enough work for men with swords to satisfy even a warrior like your ancient ancestor, Prince Garric." The ghost in Garric's mind clapped his hands in glee. "By the Lady!" Carus said. "If I was still in the flesh, I'd manage to forget that she's a wizard, I swear I would!" "Obviously we need to deal with whatever upstarts challenge the rule of Prince Garric," said Tadai. "But-" He pursed his lips, his fingers extended before him. He was apparently studying his perfect manicure. "-need we really be concerned about which statue is up in which temple?" "What?" cried the priest of the Lady. "This is quite improper! I protest!" "Lord Tilsit," Liane whispered. "Lord Tilsit, be silent!" said Garric. He glared at the west where those outside the royal bureaucracy, then the east gallery for low-ranking palace personnel. "I remind you that those who aren't seated at the council table speak only when requested to." The priest raised his hands and genuflected. His face had gone blank. "Lady Tenoctris?" Garric continued mildly, grinning in his mind. "Does that suggestion ease our problems?" He'd been using that tone since he was a tall thirteen-year-old and men in the common room started bothering the inn's pretty waitress-Sharina. Nowadays Garric didn't have to knock people down himself if they didn't take the hint, but there were times he wouldn't mind the chance. "Lady Tenoctris the atheist," Tenoctris said, adding a self-deprecating laugh, "would be perfectly happy with no Gods or Gods she could ignore as she's done all her life till now.