Earnachar swallowed, but managed a nod. Riothamus would likely not kill him. The Guardian of the Tervingi was a merciful man…but sometimes, Mazael had found, the mercy of a righteous man was more terrifying than the vengeance of an evil one.
The armsmen led Earnachar from the hall.
“You should have killed him,” said Sigaldra, her tone bitter.
“Probably,” said Mazael. “But there is a war coming. This is just the beginning. Perhaps Earnachar’s punishment will be to die in battle defending Greatheart Keep from the dark powers with whom he allied himself.”
“Then you are sure that war is coming?” said Sigaldra.
“Entirely,” said Mazael. “The Skuldari are stirring, and I suspect the Prophetess has stirred them up.”
“And what of my sister?” said Sigaldra. There was no pain on her face or in her voice, only tired despair. “Shall we abandon her to the Prophetess?”
“The Prophetess has declared war upon the Grim Marches,” said Mazael. “We have not defended the Grim Marches from Malrags, runedead, and the Justiciars only to have the worshipper of a dead spider plunge us into ruin. I am going to stop her, and if I can, I will get your sister back.”
Sigaldra stared at him for a long time, and then at last nodded.
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Greatheart Keep had survived the battle, but now it prepared for war.
Sigaldra stood atop the keep and watched the activity in the village. Mazael had sent out the call to war, and the lords and knights and armsmen and thains of the Grim Marches would assemble and march to the west in preparation for a campaign. A hundred Jutai would accompany him as he rode west, all that Greatheart Keep could spare from the repairs and the planting. Sigaldra himself would lead them. She was the holdmistress of Greatheart Keep, and she would shoulder the responsibilities that should have belonged to the headman.
She shivered.
Responsibilities she had already failed.
Her sister was gone. Sigaldra would have wept, but she had shed the last of her tears long before she had ever come to the Grim Marches. All she had left was a sorrow that had hardened to something like a frozen knife in her heart, a constant weariness…and rage.
Plenty of rage.
She vowed to make the Prophetess pay, to rescue Liane, or die trying.
The trapdoor atop the tower creaked, and Sigaldra turned with a scowl. She had wanted to be alone, if only for a moment, but she could never escape her duties.
Yet when the trapdoor opened, it was not duty that appeared, but Adalar Greatheart.
“Lady Sigaldra?” he said. He still wore armor, though only chain mail, and had washed the grime and blood of battle from his face.
“Lord Adalar,” said Sigaldra.
“Ulfarna told me you were here,” said Adalar. “I wished to speak with you of two matters.”
“Of course,” said Sigaldra.
“First, I would like to apologize,” said Adalar.
Of everything he could have said, she had not expected that.
“Why?” she said at last.
“I was too slow,” said Adalar. “I should have followed you to the keep at once. If I had come sooner, perhaps I could have stopped the Prophetess. Or if my aim had been better…”
“No,” said Sigaldra, shaking her head. “No. You owe me no apology. You saved my life. The Prophetess would have slain me and departed, and if you had not intervened, no one would have known what had happened to Liane.” She hesitated. “And you fought with valor during the siege. Like one of the great Jutai champions of old. Without your help, Greatheart Keep might have fallen to the foe.”
Adalar grimaced. “You are too kind.”
Sigaldra managed a tired laugh. “I have many flaws, but a honeyed tongue is not one of them. So when I tell you something, I mean it.” She shook her head. “You fought…you fought as well as my father and brothers did, in our final stand against the Malrags.”
“Thank you,” said Adalar.
“I suppose you shall leave now,” said Sigaldra, “and return to Castle Dominus? You have laid your father to rest, and done rather more besides.”
“No,” said Adalar. “That is the second matter I wish to discuss.” He looked at her. “I told you I would help you save Liane. With your permission, I would like to accompany the Jutai as the host of the Grim Marches rides against the Skuldari.”
Again Sigaldra was surprised. “Why?”
“Because,” said Adalar. He stared at the village for a moment. “Because the Prophetess reminds me of Lucan Mandragon, and I fear she might work some evil as dire as the Great Rising.”
“I thought you were weary of war,” said Sigaldra, “and this is not your war.”
“I am,” said Adalar, “but it seems that war is not weary of me.” He seemed lost for words for a moment. “And this…the Jutai deserve better. I have seen all you have done here, all you have built. Perhaps it is not my fault the Prophetess took Lady Liane. But I will help you get her back, if it is in my power.”
For a moment Sigaldra could not speak.
“Thank you,” she said at last.
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Adalar followed Sigaldra as she walked among her people, helping them with the work of rebuilding.
Perhaps Adalar was not the man his father had been, but if he could find a way to help Sigaldra and the Jutai, he would.
Epilogue: A Rigged Game
Night fell across the western Grim Marches, and the woman who now called herself the Prophetess waited.
She stood in a ruined church, a dozen soliphages waiting motionlessly near the windows and doors. Ruins dotted the Grim Marches, left from the Malrags and the runedead and the Tervingi barbarians. Some of them had been repopulated, but many had not, and the Prophetess had no trouble finding shelter as she made her way to Armalast.
Liane floated near the dusty altar, her eyes closed. The venom of the soliphages would keep her unconscious and healthy for months if necessary. The girl’s Sight was powerful, and it would call like a beacon to the Guardian. It was fortunate that the Crimson Hunters had distracted the Tervingi wizard. The Prophetess was not strong enough to overcome him in magical battle.
She smiled, rolling the sheathed maethweisyr in her palms.
Not yet, anyway. But soon…
A shadow fell over the church’s doors, and the Prophetess turned as Rigoric strode inside, his wounds healed. The Mask of the Champion glinted upon his face, reflecting the glow of the magical light that the Prophetess had conjured. The Mask of the Champion made Rigoric immortal and invincible, and no one could prevail against him.
Not even the last son of the Old Demon.
“You returned,” said the Prophetess, stepping towards him and running a hand along his armored chest.
Rigoric said nothing. It was one of his virtues. Even before the Prophetess had found him, he had been a man of few words. The Mask had taken his power of speech, though it had given him great gifts in return. The Prophetess did not miss his ability to speak. She had other uses for him.
Destroying the enemies of the goddess was just one of them.
The Prophetess undid her robe and cast aside her garments, standing naked before him, save for the metallic brooch clinging to her chest just above her left breast. Rigoric removed his armor, pushed her down, and took her upon the floor as the soliphages stood guard around them. She thrilled at his touch. She had wrought this – all of it. The goddess would return, but the Prophetess was the architect of her return. She was the voice of Marazadra, and Rigoric was her Champion. It was only proper that they should lie together. The fact that Rigoric was a creature of the Prophetess’s own making made it all the sweeter.
Much later, after they had finished, the Prophetess stood, stretched with a languid sigh, and gathered up her clothing. Rigoric armored himself in silence, though his eyes strayed to her belt.
“This?” said the Prophetess. She held up the sheathed maethweisyr. “This is one of the reasons we came to t
he Grim Marches, my champion.”
He tilted his head to the side.
“Ah,” the Prophetess murmured. “You see, the Old Demon was the great enemy of our goddess. Yet he was brilliant. Subtle beyond compare. He never played his own games, no. Instead he designed the games so that no matter what happened, he was still victorious in the end. Until Mazael Cravenlock slew him, that is.”
Rigoric seemed to tense, like a lion preparing to spring upon its prey.
“Fear not, my champion,” said the Prophetess. “You shall have your chance to revenge yourself upon Mazael soon enough, for I suspect he shall come for us. But we already have what we need from him.”
She smiled and drew the dagger, revealing the crimson blade, the blade that had drank Mazael’s blood and stored it up like a sponge.
“You see?” said the Prophetess. “Even Mazael shall serve the return of the goddess. Perhaps I shall inform him of that before you kill him for me.”
She could tell that thought pleased Rigoric.
The Prophetess had almost everything she needed. She had Liane and the power of her Sight. She had a dagger charged with the blood of the most powerful Demonsouled yet living. Now all she needed was the Mask of Marazadra, and she could restore the goddess.
And then the Prophetess could bring the world to order at last.
THE END
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