Blade Asunder Complete Series Box Set

by Jon Kiln

  “The Mirnee are obsessed with wealth.” Ganry stopped to rest and chat.

  “Yeah, it’s quite obvious when you leave the poorer areas behind. The last section seemed really pretty. What was that one?” Artas asked.

  “Mainly people of a profession. The scholars and those who work at a trade, soldiers who are of higher rank. But, here, you have the bankers and the people who run everything.” Ganry educated the young Artas in the way of life in Mirnee.

  “Are the people at the bottom allowed to move up a level if they are successful?” Artas was wondering if the poorer people were stuck there forever.

  “Absolutely, that is what the whole system is about, bettering yourself. All in all, they are an ambitious people, always looking for a deal that will benefit them. So watch out for their craftiness,” Ganry warned. “They don’t mean to be that way, they are just raised to always seek an opportunity that will better them.”

  “And you, Ganry de Rosenthorn, what is your story?” Artas tried to tease it out of him. “Did you partake in making yourself rich?”

  “I was born to wealth, a nobleman much the same as yourself. My father disowned me when I was exiled, though there is more to the story than that. I would prefer to save it for another day, young Artas.”

  “I understand, and I don’t mean to pry.” Artas hesitated a moment, but then plowed on. “About your exile, may I ask what you did, Ganry, to deserve such a harsh ruling?”

  “Let’s just say I had a disagreement with the General,” Ganry said, his tone indicating he did not wish to discuss it further.

  “But are you still in exile?”

  “Not anymore. Anyway, we are here,” he said, pointing to a large set of ornate wooden gates.

  “Look at the craftsmanship,” Artas said in amazement as he gazed up at a set of intricately carved wooden gates.

  “Pull on that, would you?” Ganry pointed to a brass chain. On the end was a brass knob shaped like a dragon’s head with an open mouth. “It will inform the servants there is someone at the door.”

  Artas seemed reluctant to pull on the mouth of the dragon. “Don’t worry,” Ganry assured him, “it is their door protector, stops evil from passing through. It won’t hurt you unless it considers you evil,” he smiled. Artas pulled on the chain, though somewhat cautiously.

  After a short wait, a small door in one of the gates opened up and a crooked old man peeked out.

  Ganry grinned widely and held out his arms. “Berne, you are still alive?” he joked with the old man. “I gather that means that Ludas is still master of the house?”

  “Master Ganry, so good to see that you are also still alive.” The old man looked genuinely happy to see him. “We had heard many tales of your passing. Come, come. Master will be over the moon when he sees you. Come,” he said, stepping aside so they could enter the house.

  As they stepped through the gate, they entered a glass tunnel leading to the house proper. They continued to follow the old man, who moved fairly swiftly considering his age. He led them to a room where he asked them to wait, before leaving to go in search of the master of the house. Though the building was opulent, in its design of triangular shaped roofing and columns everywhere, the inside was furnished simply and very minimalistic. The two men sat on large cushions placed on the floor for such purposes.

  They didn’t have long to wait before a man, bearing a strong resemblance to Ganry, came through the door.

  “I don’t believe it, is it really you, Ganry, my boy? You’re home, you have come back to us after all these years. This is a joyous day in the Rosenthorn household.”

  “Uncle Ludas, it is good to see you too,” Ganry responded. “It has been far too long.”

  8

  Artas felt a little uncomfortable at such a private reunion. Clearly this man was very fond of Ganry, and it certainly seemed to Artas this affection was returned. Ganry, it seemed, was a bit of a dark horse. He never spoke of his family here, even though it was obvious he loved them.

  Ganry was surprised at how emotional the return home would be, especially at meeting his uncle after all these years. Ludas had always been a supporter of Ganry, even when his own father had disowned him. They had been very close. As a child, Ganry had spent most of his time with his uncle. It was he who had taught him to ride a horse and become a master of the sword, his own father far too busy running his own lands and border army.

  Ludas de Rosenthorn was a tall slender man, much as all the de Rosenthorn males were. Their ancestors were originally migrants, seeking refuge from a war-torn country known as Francestra. They had made their home on the borders of Mirnee, and grateful for the protection that the country offered them, they helped to guard the borders. This was now what they were mostly known as, “Guardians of the Borders.” His father owned a large private army called the “Rosenthorn Defenders,” but still swore loyalty to the Emperor. They guarded the borders from a hostile Francestra.

  “Now, I have you, you need not think I’m letting you lose contact again. Last I heard you had made a name for yourself, protecting the Queen of Palara? Is this still your role?” his uncle asked.

  “Indeed,” Ganry replied. “I am here on my Queen’s affairs. It seems Mirnee is overstepping their territorial grounds on our borders. It is my hope to have an appointment with the Emperor to find out what he seeks to gain with this aggressive move.”

  “Many things have changed in recent years, Ganry, and I will update you, but only over dinner. We will have a feast to welcome you back into your family. Your father has missed you greatly,” Ludas announced, which came as a surprise to Ganry.

  “I cannot think why, uncle. He disinherited me. Thought me an embarrassment to his lineage. I will not be seeking his company,” Ganry said, a scowl on his brow.

  “No matter, all that can wait for a later day.” His uncle smiled. “Come, Berne has already set the kitchen staff in motion. While will eat we can discuss the politics of Mirnee. I insist that we enjoy some fine wine brought in from Francestra, would you believe. What do you say?”

  “Uncle, you always had an answer for everything, forever the diplomat,” Ganry smiled back, following his uncle to the dining area.

  Artas walked up to talk quietly in Ganry’s ear. “You never told me we were to stay with your relatives. I might finally find out about the life of the mysterious Ganry. Is this wise?”

  Ganry patted Artas on the back, “My friend, I have no secrets. I just do not openly share my privacy. I have nothing to hide. All you learn you are welcome to know.”

  Already there was a spread of good food on a long table that sat low to the floor. They took their seats on large cushions. It seemed, in this house at least, chairs were not a common furniture item. This was a new kind of dining for Artas. Although he had a plate in his place, he had no cutlery. Just as he turned to Ganry to ask about his utensils, he noted that his friend was using two long, thin sticks to eat his food.

  Ganry noticed Artas’s puzzled look.

  “Can we arrange for some cutlery for my young friend here?” Ganry asked one of the servants.

  Soon, Artas was armed with fork, knife, and a large spoon. He quickly dug into the feast, forgetting all about his problems as he began to fill his empty, rumbling stomach.

  “What are those sticks you eat with, Ganry?” Artas asked, his mouth full of a delicious, spicy meat.

  “You will learn how to use them soon enough.”

  “I thought you said this food would be too spicy, it’s delicious,” Artas said, now moving on to another meat and popping it straight into his mouth.

  “Artas, do not…” Ganry wanted to warn him that was a spicy hot dish, but it was too late.

  Artas was chewing and suddenly stopped, his eyes opening wide and tears streaming down his cheeks. He promptly swallowed the contents in his mouth and rushed for his glass of water, coughing in the process.

  “You must introduce yourself gradually, Artas,” Ganry laughed at his predicament. “T
hese are not flavors you are used to. The food in Palara is much blander than in Mirnee. To begin with, ask me first. You’ll soon learn how to smell the spices.”

  Artas just nodded his head, still unable to speak from the intense heat that raged in his mouth. Ludas laughed along with Ganry. Poor Artas, he just had his first lesson in Mirnee culture, hot spicy food.

  “I must speak in earnest with you, Ganry,” his uncle said, taking a large sip of wine to give him courage. “Strange things are happening in the capital of Mirnee. We cannot go out at night as there is a curfew, set by the army. Those who do are captured by strange beings and never seen again.”

  “Why is the Emperor allowing this, Ludas?” Ganry asked, puzzled. “This is not like him. He was always a benevolent leader.”

  “Indeed, young nephew, indeed. However, they say that the Emperor is possessed by some madness. No one can get to see him, so no one really knows.”

  “What of General Jeon? Has he not stepped up to protect the Emperor?” Ganry would have thought this the first course of action, so was the General also possessed?

  “The General is the one giving out the orders these days. He has been a changed man since he lost his son.”

  “The General cannot be trusted then?” Ganry asked, frustrated at such news.

  “I had discussed this very subject with our Emperor on many occasions, when it was still possible to be granted an audience with him. I even thought he was beginning to understand that General Jeon was perhaps not the most loyal of subjects. But, things changed some eight years ago, when the Emperor mysteriously had an heir.”

  Ganry was shocked at the revelation. “I had heard of no such event.”

  “Not many outside of our borders have, Ganry. The news of the birth has been kept relatively secret. It was eventually announced publicly, and then the child disappeared.”

  Again Ganry was taken aback by this news. “How can a royal baby be kidnapped, and yet unheard of outside of Mirnee?”

  “Ganry, have you been away so long that you have forgotten? This is Mirnee, we keep secrets even from our own mothers. It is second nature! Besides, many believe that the Emperor himself arranged the kidnap to keep the child safe. Other rumors say the child is odd and has been purposely kept out of sight.”

  “Safe from who, and what do you mean by odd?”

  “No one is really sure what has happened up in the palace. The child may be an albino, but I also think that the Emperor finally suspected that General Jeon is a threat, both to him and his child. There are some that believe the Emperor instigated the kidnapping.”

  “Surely not? Jeon would not attempt a coup. The Emperor is far too popular for Jeon to be successful.”

  “Yes, at one time that was true. But the Emperor has been seen less and less in public. Rumors abound from the palace indicate he acts very secretive. All has not been well in Mirnee for many years, and now, I fear for the Emperor’s life. He has become virtually a recluse and never seen in public. It is the General who holds full authority over all matters in Mirnee.”

  “I knew Jeon was an ambitious man, but I would never have thought him capable of this,” Ganry said, incredulously.

  “I also knew the General well. It is only in recent years that he has become capable of treason. He is a changed man. I’m not sure what has corrupted him. Regardless, it is not safe now to be critical of the regime. Those who speak out go missing, their families too. These are important and wealthy people in the Kingdom who have just disappeared. They include high figures in politics, all gone. We are now left in fear. No one dares to question the General anymore.”

  “This is terrible news, uncle, terrible.”

  Ganry put down his food and picked up his drink. It was going to be a long night while he learned the history of the last ten years since he had left Mirnee.

  9

  Ganry and Artas had agreed that they should patrol outside at night and try to discover exactly who these dark guards were. Not only that, they also wanted to enter the palace to see if they could observe the Emperor and possibly speak to him. This was against the advice of Ludas. However, he did agree that the time had come to do something. The people of Mirnee had too easily accepted their fate. It was true to say that they lived in fear of General Jeon and the newest recruits to his forces.

  “I’m proud to say, Ganry, that you are true to your bloodline,” Ludas said, proudly. “You have barely set foot in the Kingdom and already you are scheming and planning for the benefit of its people. We have been in a daze, I suspect, and far too compliant to the will of the General. Fear has kept us silent, especially when those who have complained have also mysteriously disappeared. Now, the time is right to make a stand, and it took a de Rosenthorn to make us see that. Long enough have we cowered in our homes. Lead the way Ganry, and I will gather the people.”

  Once nightfall was upon them, it was time to take to the streets. Ganry and Artas dressed in dark clothing and covered their faces in a wet mud provided by the servant, Berne. They left Ludas’s house and decided to go down the hill of the city into the poorer regions. This would make it easier to move around as they could go over the rooftops, a trick Ganry knew well. The houses lower down in the city were built close together. From the rooftops they could observe the streets and the new night guards.

  Artas struggled running across the roofs with a limp. His leg was improving in strength, especially with all the exercises Ganry had him doing, but it may never return to its former state. They stuck mainly to the flat roofs because of this, though Artas complained at Ganry for doing so.

  “Where we go is unimportant,” Ganry explained. “It’s who we find that matters. Now come, the longer you spend babbling, the less ground we will cover.”

  As they stood deciding which direction to take, they heard a commotion in a street close by. It seemed someone was running, and from the commands to halt, they were running from other people. The pursuers shouted threats and sounded extremely hostile. This was a dangerous part of town, and often the weak were robbed, murdered, or worse.

  Jumping over the darkened rooftops, Ganry and Artas made their way in the direction of the noise.

  “There,” Ganry whispered to Artas while pointing toward a dark alley. In the gloom he could just make out a small figure running towards them.

  As the figure grew closer and came into the alleyway, Ganry dropped down from the roof and landed behind them. He quickly but silently moved in close. In one easy, fluid movement, he had his arm around their throat and his hand over the runner’s mouth.

  “Shhh, do not make a sound. We are friends, do not fear us.”

  The person stopped struggling and Ganry released his grip.

  “Quickly, onto the roof.” He nodded at the building he had just dropped down from.

  Artas reached down holding out his hand. The new companion jumped up, grabbing ahold and allowing Artas to drag the stranger up and onto the roof. He was surprised at how light the person was. Turning back to reach down and help Ganry, he was shocked to see he wasn’t there. Instead, he was already on the roof and stood by the stranger.

  “How’d you do that, old man?” he asked in surprise. The top of the building must be at least fifteen feet from the street, and yet his mentor had climbed it unaided!

  Ganry ignored Artas, indicating with his hands that they should all lie down flat on the roof.

  Within seconds, four dark shapes came from the same direction as their new companion and headed into the alleyway. They paused for a moment as if deciding which direction to follow, but Ganry had a sense that they were searching their minds. A cold dread spread over his skin. He glanced at Artas, only to see he was shivering, his breath visible in the air. This feeling grew stronger and stronger and he had to fight to control an urge to stand and run. Suddenly, the feeling was gone as a noise further down the alley took their attention away, and they quickly set off in that direction.

  Ganry stared after them as they moved off down the alley
. They were strange creatures, completely sheathed in darkness, and they seemed to be hovering slightly above the ground.

  “What manner of creature follows you?’ Artas asked the new companion, a note of relief in his voice.

  “They are the Night Shadows, controlled by a witch,” the person replied, removing a cowl and showing it was a young woman. “They cannot function unless a witch is close by.”

  “Why are you roaming the streets with such danger lurking around every corner?” Artas asked her.

  “Because I have to, I have remedies to deliver for people who are in pain. Besides, they are completely blind and cannot see you. It is the witch you have to be careful of. Her mind works through them,” she said a little scornfully. “If she spots you, she will send them. I know how the Night Shadows work and have little trouble avoiding them, but it was your fault they saw me tonight.”

  “What? Why?” Artas was shocked at her words.

  “Because you distracted me. I spotted you on the roof and thought you were a lurking witch. Because I was distracted, I failed to see the real witch. These witches are easy to lose, which is exactly what I was doing, until you grabbed me and nearly choked me,” the woman said with a touch of annoyance in her voice.

  “Well, that’s how you thank people around here, is it?” Artas puffed.

  “Have you finished your deliveries?” Ganry asked the female.

  “I was on my way home, when you so rudely intervened,” she retorted.

  “Will you come with us?” Ganry asked. “We’d like to learn more, but we should get off the streets.”

  “That depends where you want me to go.”