Warlord
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“You are hardly my only visitor,” Alaric said with a satisfied smile.
Mathurin stared at him tightly for a moment. “Right you are, Alaric. Right you are.” He nodded, and began to pace. “So you heard about my setback?”
“I heard you lost our little wager,” Alaric said, and the God of War stopped pacing. “I assume you’d thought I’d forgotten our conversation about how you would win the soul of Cyrus Davidon? I haven’t. Torture does terrible things to the mind, it’s true, but it hasn’t allowed me to forget how wrong I told you that you’d be.”
Mathurin looked up, coldly at first, and then a malicious grin spread across his face. “You’ve been here for years now, Alaric, for years, and—even with this, every day—you’re still defiant.” He eased over to Alaric and placed a cold, gauntlet-encased hand on the old knight’s shoulder. “My friend, you are truly a wonder, in every way. But on this—this business of Cyrus Davidon …” Mathurin put on a face of absolute false sympathy, “… you realize he’s as good as dead now, don’t you?”
“I realize that he’s slapped your hand bloody,” Alaric said without feeling. “That he’s made you look the ass, getting caught moving on the southern lands so openly. Why, you even admitted in plain hearing of countless people that you were the one who orchestrated the deaths of Mortus and Yartraak.”
“That was always bound to come out,” Mathurin said, shaking a hand as if it were nothing. “I mean, I invited Mortus to my realm and started a quarrel with him once I knew you and your guild were safely ensconced in the Realm of Death. As for Yartraak …” Here he showed rampant glee of the sort that made Alaric’s stomach twist. “Well, I must confess, here, where you no one but you can hear me … I was the one who told the God of Darkness he should kidnap Vidara to solve his problems of supply for his army.”
“I just warned you I have other visitors,” Alaric said stiffly, “and you tell me this anyway. Because—”
“Because it doesn’t matter what you say,” Mathurin said good naturedly. “You could tell them I’m planning to kill them all—which I am, by the way, all who will not serve will die—and it doesn’t matter.” He threw up his hands. “I have planned this for longer than anyone imagines. There are no defenses against the hells I have unleashed on my brethren, and they have no choice but to listen to me at this point. What are they going to do, after all? Band together against me?” He made a quivering motion, his face torn with false fear, then broke into a smile. “They tried that once, and look how it turned out for them.” He leaned in close to Alaric’s ear, as though he did not wish to be heard by anyone else. “They’re afraid. That’s the problem with being prey, with being weak, with having to cluster around—none of them have stood on their own in forever.” He pulled back, a glint in his eye. “But I have. And I’ve learned to adapt. To move in the shadows, to manipulate, to do whatever I have to do to win wars.
“And I am about to win this war, Alaric,” Mathurin said with eyes aglow, “though now I’ll be doing it without your faithful dog Cyrus as my servant.”
“You may find yourself somewhat surprised if you continue to underestimate Cyrus and Sanctuary,” Alaric said.
“He killed an avatar, Alaric,” Mathurin said with another wave of his hand. “Anyone can kill an avatar, even mine, apparently. It’ll take more than the sword of our old friend the Drettanden for a mere human to bring me low.”
“You know he’s not a ‘mere’ anything,” Alaric said quietly, cursing himself for allowing the slip, for drawing the attention to it.
Mathurin—no, he wasn’t that anymore, not really, now he truly was Bellarum, the God of War—he smiled. “It’s been so amusing to watch these—these little people,” he gestured vaguely into the ether, “doing their little frightened runs, spinning in circles while the two of us turned them about.” He broke into a wider grin. “They made their move, you and I made ours—independently, but toward the same end. Saving Cyrus Davidon.
“Of course the real treat for me now,” Bellarum said with a hearty sniff of the air, “is to watch Cyrus himself, because while we all—all of us—manipulated him, he stumbled blindly in the dark, always thinking he was following in the footsteps of his father. But he never once realized that all their desperate action was just an attempt to keep him from following in the footsteps of his mother.” Bellarum leaned in again. “They’re all going to come after him now. There will be no mercy, not from any of them.”
“And if he defeats them all?” Alaric asked, his voice rasping from the torture.
“Then he’ll be doing me the grandest of favors,” Bellarum said, as he started to walk out. Boreagann stepped up and grabbed one of the countless sharp implements on the tray, as though he’d been waiting for this very moment. “It’s not every day you find a way to pit all of your enemies against each other, after all,” Bellarum said, pausing at the door. “And no matter what … when he’s done with them, or they’re done with him … all that’s left will be simply mopped up by me.” He brushed his hands together, the metal squealing as he rubbed them against one another. “War will always win, Alaric … I will always win. You ought to know that by now.”
The cutting began once again in earnest, but this time it seemed to hurt all the more, for the truth that Bellarum had spoken carried its own sort of pain … and it was a kind that was far, far worse than any blade.
NOW
Epilogue
“I’m starting to worry about you,” Vaste said, almost to the foyer doors. “I’d say you’re not really acting like yourself, but the truth is …” His voice trailed off as Cyrus lost focus on what the troll was saying.
Cyrus looked up at the grand structure of Sanctuary, so much the worse for the wear now. He paused as he followed Vaste back toward the keep, his eyes stumbling over every line of the exterior, the damage from the last fight as obvious to him on the lines of the old structure as a blemish would have been on—
Her.
“You’re not death,” Vaste said, jarring Cyrus as he realized suddenly that the troll was now standing just behind him. “I met that fellow, remember? You lack the teeth to be him. Also, a few limbs.”
“It’s a metaphor,” Cyrus said quietly.
“Come on,” Vaste said, motioning him forward. “Come upstairs, read some more of her diary. It’ll make you feel better.”
“I don’t want to,” Cyrus said with a shrug, letting his hands fall to his belt and resting them there. “I don’t care to read any more.”
“Because your aging eyes are tired?”
“Because there was a lot hidden from me over the years,” Cyrus said, feeling the resentment bubble up.
“Alaric had a tendency to do that, yes,” Vaste said, his enormous boots squeaking as he walked on the damp ground, bare of any grass.
“I meant Vara,” Cyrus snapped. After a pause, he said, “Though obviously not only her.”
“She loved you,” Vaste said.
“Yes,” Cyrus said sharply, “apparently longer than I thought she did.” He bowed his head. “She didn’t tell me how she felt before, when we could have had even more time—”
Vaste brought his hands up and slapped his own cheeks, forcing his mouth open in feigned shock. “No! No, impossible! This must be the first time a woman has ever hidden her feelings from her lover!”
“Don’t be a dick,” Cyrus said, turning away from him and freezing as his gaze fell upon something unexpected on the dead ground.
“What?” Vaste eased up behind him. “What is it? Not like you to bow out in the middle of a good fight.” He peered over Cyrus’s shoulder. “I don’t see—oh. Well. That’s … rather pedestrian, actually.”
Cyrus felt a sharp sense of dark amusement at the sight, however. On the barren ground stood a lone patch of weeds springing from the dark earth, the first hint of life returning to this dead place.
“Propitious, though, I suppose,” Vaste went on. “Symbolism and all that.”
Cyrus turned
his head to look at the troll, whose jutting lower lip gave his normally placid expression a look of concentration. “What?”
“You know,” Vaste said, nudging him gently, the troll’s robe against Cyrus’s pauldron. “What with you returning here as new life is springing up.” The healer arched his eyebrows. “Though I will say, it seems strange that you came back to live here in these grand and empty halls—”
Cyrus broke into a laugh out of pure morbidity, drawing a sharp look from Vaste.
He doesn’t know.
I haven’t told him.
Cyrus felt the short, sharp laughter subside, and glanced at the small weed, stretching out of the dead earth, eyes caressing its blades of green. “I didn’t come back here to live, Vaste.”
“You didn’t?” The troll’s voice was earnest, curious, and there was a hint of the dread in there that told Cyrus everything about what Vaste suspected about his own intentions.
No point in hiding it anymore, Cyrus thought, and he suddenly felt warm under the sense of coldness that had permeated his world of late, that had settled over him like the least comfortable blanket he could imagine. “No,” he said, and there was relief in admitting the truth at last, like that old ragged blanket could finally be flung off—and its weight was significant, for both of them. “I didn’t come back to live here, not at all.
“I came back here to die.”
Cyrus Davidon will return in
HERETIC
The Sanctuary Series, Volume Seven
Coming March 17, 2016!
AND
The Sanctuary Series Will Conclude in
LEGEND
The Sanctuary Series, Volume Eight
Coming June 16, 2016!
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Editorial/Literary Janitorial duties performed by Sarah Barbour and Jeffrey Bryan. Final proofing was handle by Jo Evans. Any errors you see in the text, however, are the result of me rejecting changes.
The cover was masterfully designed by Karri Klawiter.
The map of Southern Arkaria was once again skillfully drawn by Robert Altbauer.
Alexa Medhus, David Leach and Nicolette Solomita pulled first reader duties on this one, so many thanks to them for reading my mess of a manuscript.
As always, thanks to my parents, my kids and my wife, for helping me keep things together.
Other Works by Robert J. Crane
The Sanctuary Series
Epic Fantasy
Defender: The Sanctuary Series, Volume One
Avenger: The Sanctuary Series, Volume Two
Champion: The Sanctuary Series, Volume Three
Crusader: The Sanctuary Series, Volume Four
Sanctuary Tales, Volume One - A Short Story Collection
Thy Father's Shadow: The Sanctuary Series, Volume 4.5
Master: The Sanctuary Series, Volume Five
Fated in Darkness: The Sanctuary Series, Volume 5.5
Warlord: The Sanctuary Series, Volume Six
Heretic: The Sanctuary Series, Volume Seven* (Coming March 17, 2016!)
Legend: The Sanctuary Series, Volume Eight* (Coming June 16, 2016!)
The Girl in the Box
and
Out of the Box
Contemporary Urban Fantasy
Alone: The Girl in the Box, Book 1
Untouched: The Girl in the Box, Book 2
Soulless: The Girl in the Box, Book 3
Family: The Girl in the Box, Book 4
Omega: The Girl in the Box, Book 5
Broken: The Girl in the Box, Book 6
Enemies: The Girl in the Box, Book 7
Legacy: The Girl in the Box, Book 8
Destiny: The Girl in the Box, Book 9
Power: The Girl in the Box, Book 10
Limitless: Out of the Box, Book 1
In the Wind: Out of the Box, Book 2
Ruthless: Out of the Box, Book 3
Grounded: Out of the Box, Book 4
Tormented: Out of the Box, Book 5
Vengeful: Out of the Box, Book 6
Sea Change: Out of the Box, Book 7* (Coming February 17, 2016!)
Painkiller: Out of the Box, Book 8* (Coming April 14, 2016!)
Masks: Out of the Box, Book 9* (Coming June 9, 2016!)
Southern Watch
Contemporary Urban Fantasy
Called: Southern Watch, Book 1
Depths: Southern Watch, Book 2
Corrupted: Southern Watch, Book 3
Unearthed: Southern Watch, Book 4
Legion: Southern Watch, Book 5* (Coming in 2016!)
*Forthcoming and subject to change
Table of Contents
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Author's Note
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Other Works by Robert J. Crane