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Olem took the cigarette from Bo’s lips and tapped the ashes off. He put it back in Bo’s mouth. “Jakola,” Olem said. “Jakola, Jakola. Hmm. Wait. Jakola of Pensbrook!” He felt his eyes widen. “That’s him?”
“Don’t ask me,” Bo said.
Olem settled back on his stool and smoked his cigarette, trying to remember the rumors passed down through the troops. They said Jakola was one of Tamas’s closest friends. Some said it was his dead wife’s brother. Olem wondered if there was truth to that. Jakola hadn’t been heard from for longer than Olem had been in the army.
Tamas limped over and squatted next to Bo’s cot. He had refused to let Mihali heal him until he had Taniel to safety. His leg was bad, getting worse, but his stubbornness remained.
“I have some questions for you,” Tamas said.
Olem removed the cigarette from Bo’s mouth so he could answer.
“What happened up there?” Tamas said.
Bo stared glumly at the field marshal. He did not look like he’d speak any time soon.
“I’m not going to execute you,” Tamas said. “Not yet, anyway. This stuff”-he gestured to the ropes-“is a precaution. I suspect the gaes still holds you?”
Bo nodded.
“Then you and Taniel were not able to find a way to destroy it?”
“We’ve spent the last few months trying to throw back the Kez,” Bo said. His voice was rough. “We haven’t had time.”
“When will the gaes kill you?” Tamas said.
“I don’t know.”
Tamas considered this. “For now, you remain as thus. We’ll try to make you comfortable. I know your compulsion to kill me is not your fault.”
Bo didn’t look relieved.
“What happened up there?” Tamas asked again. “Did Taniel really shoot Kresimir?”
“Yes,” Bo said.
“Did you see it happen?”
“I felt it happen,” Bo said. “Every Privileged in the Nine felt it happen. It tore through my soul. Did you feel it?”
Tamas shook his head. “Olem, did you feel anything?”
“No, sir,” Olem said. He puffed on Bo’s cigarette to keep it lit. “Though I might have. Been having indigestion since eating road rations. I miss Mihali’s cooking.”
“You’d have felt it,” Bo said.
Tamas leaned back, wincing in pain. “So Kresimir is dead,” he said. He held on to the edge of the stretcher to stay steady.
Olem frowned. “Where’s your crutch, sir?”
Bo began to chuckle. It was a low sound, quiet and unnerving. It slowly grew louder.
“What’s so funny?” Olem asked.
Bo shook his head. “Nothing’s funny,” he said. “You don’t understand, Tamas. You can’t kill a god.”
Tamas sat beside the body of his son. Taniel clung to life. The doctors said he was in a coma. No telling when, or if, he’d ever come out.
Tamas should have insisted that Mihali come. He swallowed a lump in his throat and hoped Taniel would survive the trip back to Adopest. Surely a god could heal him. Once that was taken care of, he’d let Mihali tend to his leg.
“You’ve done well,” Tamas said, laying a hand on Taniel’s forehead. It was hot to the touch. “Now, don’t die on me. I can’t lose you. I lost your mother. I will not lose you as well.”
The tent flap was pushed back. A large shadow was cast by the fiery mountain outside.
“Your boy is a pit of a fighter.”
Tamas regarded his brother-in-law as the big man swept in and took the only other seat in the room. “Do I call you Jakola or Gavril these days?” Tamas asked. He passed a hand over his face, hoping the man did not see the tears he wiped away.
“Gavril will do,” the Watchmaster said.
Gavril. The name he’d taken to hide from Ipille’s hunters after his and Tamas’s attempt to assassinate the Kez king. That had been a long time ago. A lifetime ago, it seemed. And Gavril had been a drunk since. He seemed sober enough now.
“When we left South Pike, we could see the Kez army heading west,” Gavril said. “Toward the Gates of Wasal.”
“They mean to attack,” Tamas said. “In force. No respite.”
“They have a god on their side now, if what Bo says is true and Kresimir is alive.”
“So do we.”
“What?”
“Adom. Kresimir’s brother,” Tamas said. “Adom is not a violent god. He is not Kresimir. The odds are in favor of the Kez when it comes to war.”
Gavril kicked his legs out, leaned back, and then hurriedly adjusted himself when the chair beneath him began to creak. “A god,” he breathed. “Two gods! And ancient sorcerers. This is not the world we know, Tamas.”
“I can think of nothing beyond this.” Tamas gestured to his son.
Gavril gave him a moment of silence before speaking. “I spent fifteen years grieving my sister’s death,” he said. “If the worst happens, do not make my mistake. I beg of you. And do not grieve him before he has passed.”
Tamas nodded. What else could he say?
“I heard about Sabon,” Gavril said. “I’m sorry.”
“There were traitors among my men,” Tamas said.
Gavril scowled.
“The investigator I trusted to root out the traitor in my council.” Tamas took a deep breath. “He succeeded, but turned out to be a traitor himself, his family held hostage. It got Sabon killed.”
“What will you do with him?”
“Make him answer for his crimes.”
“Don’t let hate consume you,” Gavril warned.
“Not hate,” Tamas said. “Justice.”
Gavril said, “Justice would have seen Kresimir burn all of Adro.”
Tamas pulled himself up and crossed to his traveling case, every step a world of pain. He opened the top and drew out one of the matching Hrusch pistols Taniel had brought him.
“My son lies at death’s door,” Tamas said. He returned to his seat, laying the pistol across his lap. “My wife is long dead, and many of my friends have joined her.” He checked the barrel and drew back the hammer, then aimed the weapon at the tent wall. “I have nothing left to inspire compassion in me. I will meet Ipille’s forces at the Gates of Wasal. I will shove them back. I will route them into Kez and burn my way to Ipille’s door.” Tamas pulled the trigger, heard the hammer click. “I will confront Kresimir and I will teach him about justice.”
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