Warsong

by Elizabeth Vaughan

  Veritt stood silent, his eyes on the ground. He shifted his weight, folding his arms over his chest. “This is not the way of the Plains,” he said softly.

  Antas nodded. “There is truth in that, Veritt and I honor it. But I would restore what we have lost, and I will do that at the cost of honor if necessary.” Antas stood and put his hand on Veritt’s shoulder. “Our sacrifice, for the good of our people. Besides, none but you and I will ever know.” He paused. “I need to know I have your support in this,” he said.

  After a long moment, Veritt lifted his head, and look Antas square in the eyes. “I will do what must be done,” he said.

  “As your Warlord commands?” Antas demanded.

  “As my Warlord commands,” Veritt said.

  Quartis arrived late to the hidden Singer camp. A senel was in progress, and he had to push his way through the crowded tent toward the front.

  Eldest Elder Essa was seated on his platform, drinking kavage, and waiting.

  Quartis made a bow, and then went to sit by Para.

  “You’re late,” Para hissed.

  Quartis rolled his eyes at her. “The Ancients?” he whispered.

  “No sign,” came the soft response. “And he’s in a real snit.”

  Quartis sat down, accepted water for the washing ritual, and then took a mug of kavage. He tried to keep his head down, but Essa’s eyes were on him.

  “I call this senel to order,” Essa announced, his voice cutting through the conversation. “I commanded that we watch and see what actions the Warlords took. I would have your reports. Garso,” he gestured and a young woman rose to her feet.

  “I was sent to the army of Niles of the Boar,” she began and from there it was a normal report, talking of raiding and successful battles.

  Essa nodded, and then questioned each Singer in turn as to the Warlord they had been assigned to. All was normal, until he reached Annith.

  “I was assigned to Osa of the Fox,” the Singer reported. “She did not take her army to the field.”

  “What?” Essa asked as the tent stirred.

  “She gathered her army, and then gathered at least two thea camps.” Annith said. “She kept them close until they joined with Warlord Ultie.

  “This I can verify,” Roci stood. “I was assigned to Ultie, and I linked up with Annith when the armies came together. They sit together, off to the west of here, sending out scouts but not engaging.”

  “They wait,” Essa mused. “For events.”

  “As do we,” Quartis said, louder than he intended.

  “As do we,” Essa nodded. “Report, Quartis.”

  Quartis rose, and nodded to his Eldest Elder. “I have watched for activity near the Xyian border,” he said. “Both Simus and Antas head in that direction, separated by days. Simus’s path is direct. Antas is slower, perhaps because of the damage his camp suffered. Perhaps by intent.”

  Essa gave him a nod, and Quartis sat back down, easing his dry throat with a sip of kavage.

  “Thron, I sent you to the Heart,” Essa said. “What say you?”

  Thron stood. “Would that I could offer good news, Eldest Elder,” Thron shook his head. “The lake is still surrounded by wyvern, who now feed their young in the nest. They are voracious in appetite, and it is only by the grace of the elements that I stand here. The Heart itself is empty of life, and there is an enormous dead wyvern rotting on the stone.” Thron made a face. “It will take an army to clear the area, if the wyverns leave.”

  “And if they don’t leave?” Essa asked.

  “Then many warriors will die trying,” Thron answered. “And their deaths will be agonizing”

  Essa nodded. “My thanks, Thron.” As the man sat, Essa rose to his feet.

  “At this time of year, we would normally scatter to the various armies, to support our people and bear witness to events. But this is no normal year. At some point, Keir and Antas will confront each other, and it will be at the Xyian border.”

  Quartis waited as did those around him.

  “We will watch, and wait.” Essa said. “And when the moment is right, we will insert ourselves into the conflict. Taking no position. Judging, as Singers have judged in the past. The Singers must be witness to what occurs.”

  Essa considered them all grimly. “Neutral, but I do not trust their truths. I do not trust Antas. So only Quartis and I will go to Xy.

  “Eldest Elder,” Para stood to protest. “You must take some of us to guard you.”

  Essa nodded. “Four others then, of your choosing, Para. The rest of you will scatter, and shelter with various Warlords.” He rose and stood before them. “Para, you are the eldest and most experienced after myself. Most likely to be chosen Eldest Elder at my death. You will hide yourself with two others, and wait for word.”

  “Eldest Elder,” Para tried to argue, but Essa cut her off.

  “No,” Essa said. “Too much is at risk. Before you depart, I will share what needs be shared.” A pained look crossed his face, but then he smiled grimly. “In fact, I will share with all of you that which only the Eldest Elders have held. I will not risk my knowledge being lost.”

  Hanstau noticed a change in Reness the further north they went. She seemed more distant during the day, and there was a touch of desperation in their love-making at night. He’d thought it was the stress of watching for Antas and his warriors, but when he finally worked up the courage to ask, that was not the answer he received.

  “I have a fear,” Reness said, poking at the coals of their evening fire. “A fear that when you are once more in Xy, and with your people, and their walls and their ways that you… you will not—”

  Hanstau reached out, and turned her to face him Her cheeks were wet with tears.

  She lifted her chin away. “There, I have said it.” Reness scowled. “I feel like a foolish child before her Ascension. Tell me your truths, Hanstau.”

  Hanstau sat quietly for a moment, letting his joy spread and settle in his bones. “I am no warrior,” he said. “I have not served in campaigns.”

  “I know that,” Reness said, and he could swear he heard a pout in her voice.

  “I have been faithful to my lady wife before she died,” Hanstau said. “I have learned my profession and raised our children, and served my Queen, so I have met my obligations to the Tribe of Xy.”

  Reness jerked her head around at those words.

  “So I say this truth to you, Reness, Eldest Elder Thea, Warrior of the Plains and woman I love, I am sworn to you. Forever.”

  Reness stared at him, her tears forgotten. “Those are ritual bonding words,” she whispered.

  “Good,” Hanstau lifted his chin. “I got them right then. Now, I believe you have something to say to me?”

  “Do,” she hesitated, her eyes wide with growing delight. “Do you know what they mean?”

  “Yes,” Hanstau mock frowned at her. “Well?”

  Reness’s smile was a pleasure to see, and her hands trembled as she reached for his. Damp and cold, and shaky, he took them into his grip. The golden sparkles surrounded both their hands.

  “Hanstau of Xy, Healer, and man that I love, I say this truth to you. I am sworn to you.” Reness leaned in, and pressed her forehead to his. “Forever.”

  Hanstau kissed her until they were both out of breath.

  Reness broke away, chuckling. “This means your toes are mine,” she teased.

  “Yes,” Hanstau. “My toes are yours, as yours are mine. But perhaps we could keep that under the bells.” He shook his head. “I must tell you that I am not fond of that ear thing your people do.”

  “Your people wear rings?” Reness asked.

  “Yes,” he said. “A nice plain gold band on the ring finger.” He splayed out his hand and pointed.

  Reness leaned in, joy in her face and desire in her eyes. He could feel the heat of her body on his skin. “How do you feel about toe rings?” she asked slyly.

  “So, you have had some time,” Heath, Warden
of Xy said. “What have you learned?”

  Amyu rose to her feet. They—the warrior-priests-in-training—had all agreed that she would speak for them.

  Heath had called this senel at their camp, still close to where she had found the airions. The cows had been moved out, and she’d heard more than enough about the precious-bloodline-of-milk-cows to last her a lifetime. But Heath had soothed hurt feelings with bright coins, and other cows and sheep had been brought in to feed the airions.

  So they had established their camp, and set about learning to fly.

  They had all gathered around the main cook fire, with the airions around them, curled in sleep. The warcats were scattered about, apparently sleeping too, but Gilla kept a watchful eye on them. They could not resist trying to kill the airion’s tails whenever there was so much as a twitch.

  Heath gave her an encouraging nod across the fire.

  Amyu took a breath, and began. “Flying is not as easy as it looks,” she said. “Even with the saddles you brought us, it requires power to stay on the airion. The saddles help, especially if one loses their concentration.” She glanced at Cadr.

  “I tried,” he offered. “On a horse, keeping one’s balance is easy. But airions,” he put out a hand and dipped it around in the air. “They do not stay level to the ground.”

  Everyone nodded in agreement.

  Amyu continued, “There are other risks to being buckled in too tight, or having a girth snap. Too easy to tumble right off, and while they try to aid us,” she gestured toward the golden airion. “You can fall far in a short time.”

  Heath frowned. “And if you were fighting wyverns?”

  “That’s another problem.” Lightning Strike leaned forward. “Fighting on a horse there is only what is around you and under you. But with these creatures, there is also up.” He shook his head. “We have had some near misses.”

  “But up is an advantage,” Amyu pointed out. “And we can use the sun to our aid.”

  “How?” Heath asked.

  The entire group started talking then, using their hands to try to describe moving through the sky, using the sun to blind the enemy.

  Heath nodded. “I think I understand. What other problems?”

  “Throwing a lance in mid-air,” Amyu said. “We have tried using trees and stones as targets, and it is much different.”

  “And yet?” Heath asked, a hint of a smile on his lips.

  “It is wonderful,” Amyu said, still amazed at what the sky offered. “Dangerous and wonderful.”

  Heath nodded. “I am having more saddles made, and Atira is creating more lances. Do not rush this,” he cautioned. “You are all of us that use the power. We will need you all.”

  “No,” Amyu said, catching Heath by surprise. “We need to rush this. To push ourselves.”

  “Why?” Heath asked.

  “We don’t know,” Lightning Storm said “But we all feel this sense of dread. That we will be… are… needed.”

  “But you can’t tell me why?” Heath asked.

  “It could be the wyverns,” Lightning Storm suggested, but he looked at Amyu.

  “I fear for Joden,” she admitted. “Like sensing a storm on the horizon.”

  Sidian stirred by the fire. “We’ve no skill at augury,” he admitted. “But both I and Mage feel it too. We have scryed the Heart, and nothing has changed. The wyverns seem only intent on feeding their young.”

  Heath stared into the fire, then looked up. “Continue to train. Go at the pace you feel best, but try not to take unnecessary risks.” He rose to his feet. “I end this senel. The watches are set. Let us seek our beds.”

  Everyone rose, and did just that. Gilla called the cats to her tent, and they loped behind her, with only a few last lingering looks for moving feathers.

  Amyu paused, and stood watching the flames. If she thought of Joden, and she did more often than she cared to admit, her heart would race with an urgency she didn’t understand.

  She lifted her eyes to the night sky, and the stars peeking through clouds. “Be well, beloved,” she whispered. “For I fear the dawn.”

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  The messenger horns blew shortly after the nooning.

  Joden was riding next to Lara’s wagon. He jerked his head up to see four riders coming down the side of the road. The warrior in the lead was tall and straight in the saddle, his long hair flowing in the wind.

  “L-l—liam,” he said to Lara.

  Lara stood as the wagon stopped, reaching out to balance herself on the shoulder of the driver. “Keir just left; he will have heard the horns.”

  Out of the corner of his eye Joden saw Marcus disappear deeper into his hooded cloak, and sink to the bottom of the wagon. Anna gave him an odd look as she tried to see who was coming.

  “Warprize,” Liam pulled his horse to a halt beside the wagon, just past Lara. “Simus approaches the border. He sent word that he is coming, and that his army would remain at the bottom of the embankment. He will come up the switchback trail.” Liam was speaking to Lara, but his eyes were fixed on the cloaked figure in the wagon.

  “Keir’s not far,” Lara said, signaling for her horse. “He will be here shortly, I imagine.”

  Liam nodded, still staring at Marcus.

  Anna noticed. “Are those two still arguing about military tactics?” she asked Lara.

  Lara ignored her as a warrior brought Greatheart over.

  “What is that?” Liam asked, staring at the saddle.

  “Never mind.” Lara climbed into saddle from the wagon. She took the reins just as Keir rode up at a gallop with Prest and Yers.

  “What word?” Keir demanded.

  Liam explained. “I told Warren where to take up positions,” he continued. “In case.”

  Keir nodded. “Prest, Joden, Yers, Marcus, join us.”

  “Not I,” Marcus’s voice was muffled by his hood. “I stay with the babes.”

  Liam scowled, but Keir just gave a sharp nod. “Let’s ride.”

  They were just past the vanguard of the army when they saw Simus and his party riding toward them.

  Joden recognized Elois and Tsor, most likely Token-bearer and Second. And the woman beside Simus was Snowfall.

  And in Simus and Snowfall’s ears glittered the ear weavings of a bonded couple.

  Joden heard Keir suck in a breath even as he pulled his horse to a stop and dismounted. They all followed his lead, Prest aiding Lara from her saddle.

  “Be ready,” Yers hissed. His hand was on his sword hilt.

  Simus and his people rode a bit closer and then they too dismounted, and walked forward. Simus’s face was grim as he strode closer. Joden couldn’t read his—

  “LITTLE HEALER!” Simus ran forward and swept Lara into a bear hug, sweeping her off her feet.

  “Ooopfh” Lara grunted, and then laughed as Simus spun her around. “Fool! Put me down.”

  “But you are no longer big of belly,” Simus laughed. “Where are the—” his eyes went wide. “Joden?”

  Simus slowly lowered Lara to her feet, and then stepped closer, his face filled with amazement. “JODEN!”

  With two long steps Simus swept his arm around Joden and pounded his back. Joden hugged him back, grinning like a fool

  “We thought you taken by the Singers,” Simus said. “Or dead. Or worse. What happened? We had no word—”

  A gentle, cool voice spoke from behind him. “Simus.”

  Joden looked over with Simus.

  Snowfall stood there, her hands folded over her chest, an eyebrow raised. She nodded to their right.

  Keir stood there, hands folded over his chest, his face a mask.

  Simus released Joden, his smile gone. He turned to face Keir, pulled his sword, and dropped to one knee in one smooth move.

  “I, Simus of the Hawk, Warlord of the North do hereby swear my sword, my truths, and my warriors to Keir of the Cat, Warlord of the Plains, Overlord of Xy,” he took a deep breath. “And WarKing over all.”


  Joden sucked in a breath, even as Lara gasped out loud.

  Keir’s lips parted, his eyes glittering. He stepped forward and placed his fingers on the blade of Simus’s sword. “I accept your oath. I will be your WarKing in all things. Your flesh is my flesh, your blood is my blood.”

  Simus bowed his head. “May the very air of this land grant you breath.”

  Elois took a step forward and knelt. She bowed her head to Keir. “I, Elois of the Horse, Token-Bearer, acknowledge the oath of my Warlord. May the very earth of this land support your feet.”

  Tsor took a step forward and knelt. He bowed his head to Keir. “I, Tsor of the Bear, Second, acknowledge the oath of my Warlord. May the very fires of this land warm your skin.”

  Snowfall took a step forward and knelt. She bowed her head to Keir. “I, Snowfall of the Plains, Bonded of Simus, acknowledge the oath of my Warlord. May the very waters of this land quench your thirst.” She lifted her head, and looked Keir in the eye. “May the powers I wield serve you, WarKing.”

  Keir nodded. “Rise, all of you, and serve our people.”

  “HEYLA,” Simus shouted, flashing a grin of white teeth against dark skin. “That’s that, then.” He jumped to his feet and sheathed his sword. “Is there kavage? I am dry as dust.”

  A grin the likes of which Joden had never seen split Keir’s face. The WarKing reached out and hugged Simus, the two of them laughing and beating each other’s backs in welcome.

  They finally broke apart, laughing and breathless.

  “Come,” Liam said in a dry voice. “There is much to discuss.

  Before discussions could be had, basic matters had to be seen to. Keir and Simus issued orders to their warriors, making camp both around the keep and on the Plains. Lara and Marcus settled Anna and the babes safely in a room at the top of the tower, with a strong guard around them of both Xyians and Plains warriors.

  When they finally gathered in the Great Hall of the keep, they found a meal waiting for them. Joden was glad to see fresh loaves of hot bread, spiced gurtle, roasted ogden root, pots of kavage—