"Insults and posturing shall do nothing to sway my favour," he said with a dark glare at the Goeren-yai. "I assure you."
"My Prince," said the Hadryn Shield, "these animals do not even allow us a pause within which to reclaim our dead and wounded. We fear some of our wounded may even have been murdered as they lay…"
"We did no such thing!" the Taneryn shot back, eyes hard with fury. "We gathered the wounded and are tending to them with the best of our care, as the customs dictate. Should the invaders decide to withdraw their presence, we shall return those men to their comrades."
"The men of Hadryn shall tolerate no hostage threats!"
"Enough!" Damon barked. The two men subsided to a simmering, furious silence. The Hadryn was well armoured, armed and elegantly presented astride his huge lowlands charger; whilst the Taneryn was a roughened, rural image in long braids, tattered skins and leathers astride his wiry, half-breed dussieh pony. It turned Sasha's blood cold to see them as such, these two halves of Lenayin, Verenthane and Goeren-yai, with such murderous hatred between them. Pray that it did not spread. Pray to the gods or spirits; whoever would listen.
"My Prince," said the Hadryn, after a lingering, boiling silence. "At least, if we are not granted a truce, if your own men could retrieve our fallen comrades? It should not befit anyone's honour to leave them lying here."
"The soldiers of Baen-Tar," Damon said coldly, "are not here to sweep up after your conflicts." The Hadryn man paled in silent anger. "Soldier," Damon continued, turning his gaze upon the Taneryn, "upon my request, will you grant a truce for this purpose?"
The Taneryn thought about it for a moment. There was a command in Damon's tone that Sasha had never heard before. A newfound confidence? No. More likely simple fury, Sasha thought. It seemed to affect the Taneryn, for he nodded. "No more than five horses may come," he said.
"Upon your honour," Damon insisted.
"Upon my honour, we shall not fire."
"Go," said Damon, "carry the message. We shall ride to Halleryn."
"My Prince," protested the Taneryn, "if you would ride the back-route along our side of the lake, we can offer you a safe journey to Halleryn…"
"I shall talk with the new Great Lord of Hadryn first," Damon said firmly. "He is the one claiming grievance, after all. Have no fear, I shall interview Lord Krayliss in his turn. You are both dismissed."
The two men bowed low in their saddles, then reined their mounts about and set off galloping toward their respective camps. The forward guard reformed ahead and Damon pressed after them. Kessligh held to Damon's side and Sasha took the opportunity to move abreast herself and listen to their conversation, above the clustered noise of hooves, jangling harnesses and equipment.
"Well done," Kessligh said simply, and Sasha could hear real approval in his voice. From Kessligh, that was rare. Damon seemed to ride a little taller in the saddle, but his expression remained dark.
"I hate these fools," he muttered in reply. "Gods how I hate them, Verenthane and Goeren-yai alike. So ready to split each other's skulls with their petty squabbling. I've half a mind to let them at it."
"In such conflicts," Kessligh said calmly, "it's always the villagers that suffer most."
Damon let out a sharp breath. "I know. I'm just… angry." He shook his head, as if to clear it, and gazed out upon the lake. The mountains on the far side made a perfect reflection on the water and it seemed to calm his nerves. "So we shall have at it with young Usyn. I hear he's as much a pain as his father. Sofy says she'd heard he once challenged a courtier to an honour duel for making fun of a new shirt he'd worn. The courtier was found hanging in his bedchambers the following morning, too frightened to partake. Apparently his swordsmanship was nothing close to Usyn's, and everyone knew it."
"It's well known they don't fight fair in Hadryn," Sasha remarked sourly.
"Oh aye," remarked Captain Tyrun from the far side of their four-abreast line, "he's a wonderful young fellow, Usyn. Brash, vain and immature. To be expected, if you knew his father."
"But not stupid," Kessligh said calmly, "never think that. His father was smart as all hells."
"What do you suggest, Yuan Kessligh?" Damon asked.
"I have no suggestions," Kessligh said mildly. "I have every confidence in you, my Prince."
And Damon, Sasha noticed, seemed most unhappy with that vote of confidence.
They rode past the Hadryn lines as preparations were being made to send five riders back to Vassyl for bodies. There were some light tents erected and some heavy skins unfurled on the ground for men to sleep under. Perhaps a hundred men, Sasha reckoned-not enough against the several score archers Vassyl looked to have. Probably Usyn Telgar was keeping most of his cavalry at the walls of Halleryn, to prevent any breakout, and lacked enough strength as yet to send more about the lake. Equally probable that some hot-headed Hadryn Shields commander on this side of the lake had become impatient with waiting, and attempted to take Vassyl with single-handed glory… and predictable consequences. With Vassyl fallen, the rear route into Halleryn would be cut, and any potential Taneryn reinforcement with it. Also, Sasha guessed, it would open a second front against Halleryn's walls.
Many of the Hadryn men had paused in their routine of tending horses, food and weapons to gaze sullenly at the passing Tyree column. There was little affection in their manner and, above the pounding of hooves, Sasha fancied she heard several cries in a northern tongue… "Go home!" seemed the gist of it. She wondered if the men of Tyree could not be equally justified in yelling the same thing back.
The ride about the lake was not so long, for the trail across the mountains' feet was well maintained, with little stone and wood bridges to cross the streams that descended from the peaks; sheer rock faces thrusting clear of the tree-covered lower slopes.
Eventually, the column passed the last of the mountains and rode from the patchy tree cover into the open, grassy basin of a valley. Directly opposite, upon the lakeshore, loomed Mount Halleryn, with Halleryn town nestled on its lower slope, one wall facing directly onto the water. Encamped about the feet of the Halleryn walls, visible only in patches past intervening clumps of pine and valley floor boulders, was an army. Damon urged the column into a final gallop, and they thundered in formation across waving grasslands and flowers until they could see a line of tents, carts and emerging soldiers ahead. Tent formations were widely spread, suggesting that the Hadryn were present in less strength than they would have liked. Men tended horses, or performed various duties about camp, or sword drills and other exercise on the grass. Sasha guessed that they only appeared spread out because the valley was so wide. There were several thousand men here, at least.
A small group of riders headed out to greet them and directed them to the lakeshore, where the command was given to dismount. A soldier came forward to collect the horses and a Hadryn Shields captain, in sweeping black and silver cloak and red helmet plume, beckoned them toward the several large tents that had been pitched directly upon the last of the valley's grass, before the broken stones of the lakeshore.
"Is it wise for her to come?" Damon asked Kessligh, with a dubious glance at Sasha. Sasha held her tongue.
"The authority of Baen-Tar is absolute," Kessligh replied. "Make no concessions. If I come, she comes. Do you wish me present?"
Damon nodded, brusquely. "Let's go." He removed his helm as they walked, running a gloved hand over flattened hair. Captain Tyrun and Jaryd remained behind, organising horse care and feed. Sasha stretched as she walked, saddlesore and weary.
Rather than entering either of the large, lakeside tents, the Shields captain led them across the grass beyond. On the right, men were washing clothes and gathering water from the lake. One soldier passed, laden with ten bulging skins, and granting even Damon no more than a curious glance.
Several men, Sasha saw, were squatted naked in the chill waters, scrubbing themselves. Damon shot her a concerned glance. Sasha snorted. As if she hadn't seen that before.
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nbsp; Ahead, then, Sasha could see a lone figure on the open, grassy plain. A light breeze caught at his black and silver cloak, revealing a firm, resolute stance as he contemplated the walls of Halleryn before him. They were of old, dark stone, perhaps as tall as five men, with battlements on top. It was not an enormous fortress, but Mount Halleryn blocked assault from one side and the lake from another. A tributary stream from Mount Halleryn had been diverted to run before the walls, spanned by a bridge where it ran into the lake. Over the bridge a trail climbed to the wall's gate-a big metal grille, as tall as two men. No more than a third of the town's wall was suitable for assault and the rear, lakeside trail would require an impossible attack in single file.
The man did not turn around as Damon, Kessligh and Sasha approached. The Hadryn Shields captain halted at his side and saluted.
"My Lord," he said, "Prince Damon, Kessligh Cronenverdt and Sashandra Lenayin." No "Princess" or "Highness" from this man. Not even, she suspected, a "M'Lady."
Usyn Telgar did not turn to greet them. His hands appeared to be folded upon something before his waist. His sword, Sasha guessed, considering that his scabbard was empty. And her heart beat a little faster, recognising the significance of that gesture. "So Prince Damon," Usyn said then. A young man's voice, cold and bleak. "I heard that you were coming. With eighty men."
"Shortly, more than a thousand," Damon said curtly.
Usyn nodded slowly to himself, considering. Still he did not turn around. "And a girl," he added, with dry irony. His tone did not work Sasha's temper as another man's might. That was hot temper. This anger she felt was cold, dark and menacing. She could enjoy hot anger-the exhilarating burst of temper and retaliation. Of cold anger, there was nothing pleasant to be said.
"You have ordered Hadryn forces onto Taneryn lands," Damon said, ignoring the remark. "State your business here."
Usyn finally turned. It was a pale, youthful face, framed with the closetrimmed, dark hair of a devout northern Verenthane. An eight-pointed star lay prominently upon his leather vest, and his belt held gold-handled knives and a large, engraved horn. They were the clothes of a soldier in the field, yet to Sasha's eye they seemed too well polished to be the kit of an honest soldier.
"You would command me, my Prince?" Usyn said coldly. "When BaenTar has ignored this Taneryn rabble for so long? Has let them breed upon our borders like rats? Many times we warned of this development and Baen-Tar, in all its wisdom, chose not to act. And now you would seek to impose command? Your timing is lacking, sir."
"Baen-Tar has always commanded here," Damon replied. "Baen-Tar always shall. State your business upon Taneryn lands. I won't ask again."
Usyn glared, his nostrils flaring. He hooked both thumbs into his belt, his sword quivering behind him, impaled in the soft, grassy earth. No doubt Usyn had thrust his blade into the turf upon first arrival at the walls of Halleryn. It was an old Lenay custom for a man with a grievance to do so before the home of another, the blade remaining until the matter was settled. Some such of the old ways survived even in the north, even as the northerners denied any connection to Goeren-yai. It was "Lenay tradition," they claimed. Sasha remained unimpressed; the Goeren-yai were Lenay tradition.
"The townsfolk of Gessyl mistreated some travelling brothers," said Usyn. "My father rode to their rescue, as the townsfolk knew he would. It was a trap, my Prince. Lord Krayliss lured him there, with the express intent to commit murder.
"There was talk of insurrection in Gessyl. Townsfolk were agitated about the coming Rathynal, there were claims that they would be made to fight for a lowlands, Verenthane cause. They spoke ill words of the king, my Prince. They spoke of a Verenthane plot against the Goeren-yai. Lord Krayliss led them in this treason. Rocks were thrown. My father charged the crowd to scatter them, but made no attempt to swing on them, merely to prevent them from throwing, as is his right and privilege. Lord Krayliss, also mounted, charged my father from his blind side and killed him with a stroke. I was there. I saw it happen. Any man who claims it different is a liar."
"What of Gessyl now?" Damon asked, his expression dark.
"My men have occupied it and rounded up the most prominent troublemakers…"
"You shall send a message immediately for them to desist," Damon said sharply. "Your grievance is with Lord Krayliss. You have no cause against the village folk of Taneryn."
The young Telgar appeared to bite back something unpleasant. "My Prince," he said then, with heavy irony, "if family Lenayin will not enforce its will against acts of subversion aimed at Baen-Tar, then perhaps you should allow us to-"
"I passed through Perys on the way here," Damon cut in, with every sign of losing his temper completely. "I saw two score and more innocent villagers slaughtered by raiding Hadryn men…"
"With respect, my Prince, my people have been receiving trouble from raiding Taneryn villagers for months. If you have only just arrived, how can you possibly know who is guilty and who..
"Enough, I say!" Sasha had never seen Damon so angry. "You shall not attempt to justify what I saw there! Did you send them?" For the first time, Usyn's confidence appeared to slip, just a little. "Answer the question!"
"I did not!" A sullen look crept over the lordling's face. Suddenly, he looked no more than a pouting, temperamental seventeen. "The villagers of Hadryn can organise their own defence! If you have a problem with that, deal with it yourself?"
"We dealt with it," Damon said darkly. "We dealt them thirty dead and more. More shall follow, Hadryn or Taneryn, for any who commit wanton murder in the name of ancient feuds!"
"My father was murdered by this heathen animal!" Usyn yelled, eyes wide with indignant fury. "The father-in-law of Prince Koenyg, who is also my brother! If the authority of Baen-Tar does not defend my right to justice, then what in all the hells' good is it for!"
There was a silence, then, upon the grassy plain by the wide, cold lakeside. Sasha felt rather than heard the gathering presence behind, the creak of a leather belt, a faint rustle of clothing, the compression of grass beneath heavy boots. Damon stared at the younger man, anger duelling with a rare distaste that seemed to sit like acid upon his tongue. The younger, paler man glared back, breath coming hard, his manner that of one accustomed to sudden fits of temper.
"Family Lenayin would be nothing without the north!" Usyn hissed. "The king owes his throne to our unwavering support! Your father knows this, Princeling! Well that you should learn it too! Well that you should know with whom your true loyalties lie!" This last with a harsh glare at Kessligh, acknowledging his presence for the first time. The eyes remained upon him for one hard-breathing moment, wild and white about the rims. Then to Sasha, also for the first time, with an even greater hatred than before.
"I serve the king," Kessligh said simply.
"You serve only yourself!" Usyn spat. "Yourself, your whore and your godless serrin friends! Your power in Baen-Tar grows weak, old man! The king no longer listens to you and your kind! You may have those idiots in Valhanan fooled, but you've never fooled the men of the north-we know what you are!"
"Sure you do," Kessligh said with an utterly unpleasant smile. "I'm the reason you're not speaking Cherrovan."
Usyn's hand went to his belt knife, and Kessligh's to his own in a blur of motion. And Usyn's eyes went wider still, face draining of any remaining blood, as if realising, with sudden terror, what his temper had nearly brought him to.
Kessligh's smile grew wider. Sasha had seen him hit crawling insects on a tree trunk from ten paces with that knife.
She decided it was a good time to swing on her heel and check the scene behind. Sure enough, there were upward of thirty Hadryn men standing there, and more gathering behind. Some in a state of partial dress, others fully armed and armoured. Strong men and tall, as with the soldiers of all standing companies; their pale skin untouched by any ink quill, their hair trimmed short, sometimes even shaved. Their eyes were hard and their manner unwelcoming. Behind them, she glimpsed members of Damon's Ro
yal Guard contingent hovering by the lakeside tents with evident alarm.
"Forget the knife," Kessligh told Usyn then. With all the ease and assurance that one might expect from the greatest soldier in Lenayin. "If what you say of your father's death is true, your case seems good. Baen-Tar's justice serves here. Whatever disagreements exist, you shall find justice in Prince Damon, where it is warranted. Only remember this, young lord. Do not try us and do not test our patience. All the north should know very well what I am capable of."
And he bowed, all good form and politeness. Sasha swung back long enough to do likewise. Damon did not bow. He would nod, affirmingly, if Usyn bowed first. But Usyn simply stared, wild-eyed and hateful. And so Damon swung on his heel and walked, Kessligh and Sasha at his sides.
The Hadryn men stood back just enough to let them through, but not enough for comfort or respect. Sasha walked with her right thumb hooked into her belt beside the knife there, ready for the fast thrust of a close quar ters attack. A man bumped her arm, not moving aside quite in time. She could feel the eyes upon her, roaming over her body. But the Royal Guard were close ahead now as they emerged from the crowd.
"That little fool's a real worry," Kessligh muttered as soon as they were out of earshot. "His loss has made him unstable."
"I think he was expecting Koenyg," Damon said darkly. "Given that it's Koenyg's father-in-law who's been killed. I warned Koenyg that Usyn would take it amiss, but he insisted he was too busy with Rathynal approaching. Wyna was distraught."
"Poor girl," Sasha said sarcastically. "Meeting Usyn, I suddenly see the family resemblance. The whole Telgar family's unstable. I'm so thrilled to be related I could vomit."
"And I'm sure your graceful presence shall do wonders for Usyn's stability," Kessligh remarked.
"You didn't help," Sasha retorted, determined to get some payback for all the times he'd accused her of provocation.
"I thought it best to scare him a little," Kessligh replied, the familiar, hard edge to his tone. "He's a bundle of raw impulses right now, most of them aggressive. I appealed to the only raw impulse that might give him pause."
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