War of the Fathers: War of the Fathers Universe: Volumes One - Three Box Set (War of the Fathers Series Box Set Book 1)

by Dan Decker

  “What’s your name?” Adar asked, he’d been making a point of learning as many as he could. For the people that he saw regularly, he intended to call them all by name.

  “Jarren Alfaro. We made a mistake. There’s a warrant for your prisoner. Keen missed a new poster that just came in.”

  Adar frowned. It wasn't like Keen to forget or miss a warrant. “Doesn't sound like him.” Unless Keen was the spy. It wasn’t hard for Adar to imagine him selling information for money. It had been a mistake for Gardison to allow the lad to enlist.

  Jarren shrugged. “All I know is that there is a warrant for your man from Lieutenant Briggs.”

  “Haven’t heard of him. What army?”

  “Paroke.”

  Adar's frown deepened at the mention of Paroke Army and he had to keep from reaching for his sword hilt where it rose above his back. General Helam Morgol’s army.

  The soldier didn't appear to have noticed, Adar didn't need his suspicions about Helam getting around. Helam was well respected and took care to keep it that way.

  Adar also didn't like the way the soldier had referred to the captive as Adar's man. It should have been our captive or something else that didn't set Adar apart. There was something in Jarren’s tone as well, perhaps that was the reason why Adar had picked up on it in the first place.

  He growled. He was allowing his paranoia to take control again. “We have a day before I have to tell Briggs.”

  Adar watched Jarren’s response for signs of discomfort or worry, but the man gave a nod as he left.

  The fact that Keen had missed the warrant made Adar uncomfortable. As he watched Jarren leave, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was the work of the spy he’d been hoping to ferret out.

  The fact that it was Helam’s man who had a warrant out for the prisoner raised Adar’s suspicions even further, but it seemed like a mistake on Helam’s part, he had enough connections to have the warrant come from a different source. Perhaps Adar had been wrong about Helam.

  If the false Radim were working for Helam, why would he do anything that would tie them back to him? Or maybe Helam was desperate enough to keep the captive man from speaking that he was willing to take the risk.

  Adar would need to check to see if there had been warrants out for any of the other men that had been posing as Radim. He had the list of names he got today and he could track down the other captives who had been killed as well. If any of those led back to Helam, than Adar would have something more to go on than wild speculation.

  Perhaps Helam was using the arrest warrants as an alert system so he could have his spy kill them discretely. If that was the case his captive might be in more immediate danger than he’d supposed.

  Knowing that he was giving into paranoia, Adar nodded to the stable boy as he left and went to find Lucas so he could start the interrogation. It would have been better to wait until the man had been deprived of sleep and was exhausted from being on his feet all night, but Adar had the feeling that time wasn’t on his side.

  After Adar had bested Helam in the competition, there had been a look on Helam's face that Adar had ignored; it had seemed to be a promise. When Helam had found him drunk and without a sword, Adar had thought back to that look and realized he should have trusted his instincts.

  It was a mistake that he hoped to never repeat.

  Chapter 6

  As Nelion hurried through the street on the Paroke army base, she wondered how long it had taken for her to get here and noticed that she’d been chewing on her lip. It was a nervous tic of hers. She released it and was glad that she didn’t taste blood. It wouldn’t have been the first time that she’d bitten herself. She was following the instructions she’d received from the Paroke guards at the Inner Wall and had taken a left before the large trash pile as instructed.

  It had been a few moments since she had passed it and the smell was beginning to fade. She gulped for a breath of cleaner air, amazed that the trash was so close to their quarters in the Inner Wall. She’d heard that the army trash pile hadn’t always been right by the gate and wondered why it had been moved there. She didn’t know much about General Helam Morgol, but she figured he’d done it on purpose. Perhaps it was easier for the soldiers to remove their trash from the barracks if it was closer to where they lived. It was a pungent reminder for them to keep their quarters clean.

  Korew army had no such trash pile. All refuse was either burned or disposed of outside of the city in Korew’s firebreak where it was buried. It made sense that the men were too lazy to do that and had to have it moved closer to where they lived.

  Taking another deep breath, which smelled worse than the last, she guessed that it hadn’t been more than half an hour since the conversation with her mother, but even without seeing a clock, she knew that she was late for her appointment. She’d done her best to avoid running since she’d left the Palace courtyard, but she’d still moved at a quick enough pace that her breathing had become labored and she could feel sweat dripping down her back. If she’d taken the oaths and still been training, the brisk walk wouldn’t have bothered her in the slightest.

  Every Radim army base had a section where buildings had been erected to supplement the barracks that were built into the Inner Wall. On most of the other Radim bases, the structures were stark affairs and had all the appeal of a darkly lit alley at night but that wasn’t the case here. This portion of the Paroke army base was more like a civilian street than she was used to seeing.

  Children played in the failing light of the day while women dressed in fine clothes were finishing up their shopping. The Paroke grounds were nothing like what she was familiar with from her time with Korew army. She’d heard that some of the Radim army bases had allowed in civilian services, but she hadn’t seen it firsthand until now.

  As Nelion passed a tailor shop, a well-dressed woman stepped out and Nelion wondered what the woman could have been shopping for until she looked at the display window and noticed that there were dresses for sale.

  Doing her best to hide her shock, she’d continued on. Dresses hadn’t been available on the Korew army base and had been all but banned. If a woman on the Korew grounds ever wore a dress, at best she could expect dirty looks from anybody she saw; at worst, she could expect hazing. Nelion had heard of women waking up with their heads shaven. She hadn’t believed it because who would be stupid enough to wear a dress on the Korew base?

  Shaking her head, she sped up her pace. Things were far stranger over here than she would have thought.

  When she came to the Paroke archives, she was surprised to find that it was a three story building with a prominent place on the street. She’d been expecting a small one-room building where she could have browsed all the contents within an hour. No wonder why Semal had asked Kyson and her to help him out.

  The final light of the day gave the building a deserted look and it was dark except for some light coming through a window up on the second floor.

  Nelion tried the door, found it was locked, and knocked. After a few minutes passed without anybody answering, she tried knocking again; this time pounding with her fist so that those on the second floor would hear her. More time passed without anything happening and she was beginning to think about returning to the guards at the gate in the Inner Wall for help when she heard the lock turn. The door creaked open.

  Kyson stood on the other side holding a lantern, he gave her a huge smile, his blonde hair was cropped short to his head and he wore the clothes of a scribe well. “We figured you wouldn’t show and gave up waiting an hour ago.” He was a tall man that had somehow managed to keep his former soldier physique even though he’d worked for Semal for a number of years since refusing the oaths. Nelion had tried to get him to talk about why he hadn’t taken the oaths but he wasn’t inclined to speak about his time in the army. She didn’t even know which army he’d served in.

  “I’ve been banging on the door long enough that I was afraid it was going to come off its hinges.�
� Nelion’s annoyance disappeared in the face of his smile so she took off the edge in her tone with a smile of her own.

  “I’d apologize,” Kyson said, his lips spread wider on his face as his smile grew, “but you’re late.”

  “Sorry about that,” Nelion said, glancing at her feet. “My mother was waiting for me and wouldn’t let me pass without a long drawn out conversation.”

  “No worries,” Kyson said, giving her a knowing look. Nelion had mentioned to him that her mother was disappointed that she’d left Korew army. There was something about that smile of his that had made her open up to him, not many people could get her to do that. “You won’t believe how boring this is, it’s much worse than normal.” He smiled at her again. “I’m glad you showed up, I could use the company.”

  “What exactly are we doing?” Nelion repressed a sigh as she followed Kyson into the building and found herself in a small room; she looked around while he locked the door. His lantern cast everything in shadow. Something scuffled somewhere ahead in the dark; it sounded like a rat and made her glad she wasn’t alone. The room was lined with bookshelves that went to the ceiling. The musty smell of old books and leather along with something else she wasn’t able to identify hung heavy in the air. The bookshelf across from the door was full, top to bottom with books. The one to the left had books as well, but interspersed throughout were also a number of small figurines, pottery, and other small curiosities. There were books, scrolls and other items in the one on the right.

  “Just sifting through ledgers like Semal told us about, looking for irregularities.”

  “Irregularities? Of what?”

  “Anything that looks odd or doesn’t add up.” Kyson locked the door. “Semal is convinced that there are codes hidden within the transactions.” He shook his head. “I’m afraid that he’s losing it, so far the only thing I’ve found is a couple of piglets that were purchased and then sold again. The dates don’t match up. The chronological order looked to be correct, but the date when the pigs were sold again is off.” Kyson shrugged. “Semal was excited. It just looked like a mistake to me.”

  “He’s not crazy, but the whole thing does sound odd.” Her eyes focused on the center of the room where there was a round table that had been carved with flowers and leaves. The base of which looked like the paws of a large feline animal and the tabletop rotated between slats of dark and lighter colored wood. There were three leather chairs around it with a fourth pulled over to the wall.

  It looked as though somebody had been standing on the chair to reach a book, a dubious use of the antique chair that looked as if it would fall apart if somebody too heavy were to sit on it. “I love this table!” She studied it as best she could in the shadows, she’d have to come back sometime in the day to get a better look.

  Kyson looked at where she was pointing and shook his head. “Come on, sooner started is sooner done. I’d like to get a few hours of sleep tonight.”

  Mold! she thought as she followed him out of the room. That was the smell she hadn’t been able to identify. The archives smelled moldy. She looked at the ceiling, expecting to see growths of mold on the wood but wasn’t able to make out anything because she’d let Kyson get too far ahead. It could be the books. Spending the next several hours in the archives began to be less appealing and she considered making up an excuse to get out of it but realized it was already too late for that. If she would have had a valid excuse, it would have been the first thing she’d said to Kyson when he opened the door.

  Taking a shallow breath through her mouth to avoid the smell, Nelion sped up her pace and found that they were now in a much larger chamber with rows of shelves on either side, leaving a tight walkway. She caught glimpses of the contents of these shelves as they passed, but noticed that most of them didn’t contain books or scrolls. She saw a number of swords, helmets, and other body armor when she took a moment to examine one shelf before hurrying after Kyson. The weaponry and armor were quite old but looked well taken care of.

  She would have to come back here in daylight to peruse the items of interest. They must have some significance to be put on display like this. She wondered if hidden among the ancient antiquities she might find proof of the Hunwei’s existence.

  They came to a stairway and with a final look around the room, trying to pierce in a glance the secrets that were centuries old, she followed Kyson up to the second floor. This floor was closer to what she’d been expecting and she was happy to note that the moldy smell stayed downstairs.

  As with the first floor, it was covered with bookshelves, but instead of interesting items, there were only books. They found Semal in a far corner of the room among a row of the bookshelves sitting on a chair. Nelion had noticed several other such chairs surrounding a table at the center of the room and she assumed that he had grabbed it from there.

  A pile of books had been stacked high enough to support a bright lantern and Semal sat beside it with an open ledger on his lap and several books littered around his feet. He scanned the pages, running his finger down one of the columns, before skipping on to the next page. He didn’t see them approach and Kyson had to clear his throat a couple of times to get his attention.

  When Semal looked up, Nelion noticed that his eyes were red. He blinked several times as he focused on them.

  “Ah, here you are at last.” Semal smiled. “Kyson was about to start bashing my head in with the ledgers, I’m glad somebody is here to keep him sane.” That was one thing that could be said about the man, even though he didn’t have a problem giving Nelion more work to do in a day than a normal person could do in a week, he was kind and had good humor about it. It was his unassuming gentle manner combined with his high expectations that made her stay on task while she worked for him, even when plowing through boring documents. “I thought he must have been imagining something when he said that he could hear knocking. I fear my hearing is going quicker than I thought.” Despite his haggard appearance and self-deprecation, Semal couldn’t have been older than sixty and still moved with ease.

  “If you weren’t so old,” Kyson said, “we wouldn’t be able to benefit from your ancient wisdom.”

  “A life unplanned will go nowhere.” Semal smiled again. “All joking aside, old age hasn’t brought half as much as I expected, though my stiff joints are worse than I’d planned on. Are you ready to work?” When Nelion nodded, he continued. “We’re going through these looking for irregularities.” He stopped as if that was all the explanation that was needed and didn’t say anything more as he handed Nelion a ledger.

  “Um,” Nelion said as she noticed a smile on Kyson’s face as he shrugged as if to say that he had told her so. “Irregularities? I thought we had more to go on than that.” She’d thought that Kyson had given her the highlights of what they were doing, not the whole of it.

  Earlier in the day, when Semal had asked her to help with the research, he’d mentioned that the project was based on a theory and explained that some time ago he’d stumbled across a reference to the ledgers of the Kopal. After giving it thought and considerable research, he’d wondered if it meant the ledgers in everyday use within the armies. He was starting with the Paroke archives because they were the most extensive and the best kept.

  “That’s all I can tell you,” Semal said. “Look for things that seem odd. A price that is too much or too little when compared with the items being bought or sold. It could be some sort of code in the way items are ordered on the page. I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Like I said, irregularities.”

  Nelion took the ledger that Semal still held out to her. It was from five years ago and was as thick as her leg. She’d been expecting to look at something decades old, not a book that was from so recent a time period. Did Semal believe that the Kopal had been active as recently as that?

  “This isn’t that old,” she said. “The Kopal were extinguished long before this.”

  Semal didn’t look up. “A dangerous assumption that seems to be on ever
ybody’s lips. Makes me wonder how the rumor got started.”

  A chill went down Nelion’s back and the darkness surrounding them outside the glow of the lantern seemed to close in. She thought of the sound she’d heard earlier and dismissed as a rat. If the Kopal were still around… She pushed the thought away and tried to think of a response to Semal but came up with nothing, so instead she pulled over a stack of ledgers and was about to sit when Kyson spoke.

  “I was back at the table. You’re welcome to join me. That would be a bit more comfortable.” He motioned at the stack she was about to sit on.

  She took her ledger and followed him to the table. As they walked, the lantern that he held made the shadows in the room move. Stifling a gasp, she turned, positive that she’d seen somebody in the darkness but when she stared at the place, the moving light made it impossible to tell.

  Shuddering, she dismissed it as her imagination as she continued forward. She had thought it odd that Semal had wanted to do this research at night and had assumed that it was the only time he could get access to the archives. If he believed that the Kopal were still active, there was a different reason altogether that they were here once everybody else had gone home.

  She could feel her dagger brushing against her side and took some measure in the comfort it provided but not much. A sword would have been better. The shadows were dancing too much. The moving light hit what appeared to be a person covered in a cowl in a row to her right, but when Nelion focused on it, Kyson had already moved on and she wasn’t able to make anything out for certain.

  She got a bad feeling and almost called out to Kyson but stopped before she did so. All this talk about the Kopal had worked up her fears.

  As she passed the bookshelf where she’d seen the shadow, she couldn’t help but look from the corner of her eye but saw nothing. Once they were beyond the place in question, she found herself reaching for her dagger even while she told herself that she’d been seeing illusions. She pulled it out from the sheath on her belt and held it flat against her side. She was certain she was being paranoid, but after hesitating she decided that it was better to have the dagger in hand in case she hadn’t imagined the hooded person.