Knight Esquire ya-2

by P. S. Power

  Maybe more.

  She’d saved a lot of people losing that arm, including him. He’d held the death dust in place, but if a new batch had been added, he would have ignored it. Tor had just been too deep to deal with anything new. It was kind of a requirement of what he’d been doing at the time.

  “In about two weeks or so, when you’re ready, we’re headed to Afrak to deliver some rivers, then we need to figure out what to do about this war. I don’t know what you’re planning on doing after that, but there’s always something. If nothing else you can always go back to working in the house.” He tried to keep his voice serious sounding, but a smile finally took his face.

  Lazily, sleepily, she stuck out her tongue.

  “Right, like anyone wants a whore with only one arm.”

  Her voice was so sad Tor didn’t know what to say to that.

  Wensa did.

  “Piffle. Just charge them more and tell your clients it’s a special treat and exotic. Two gold for a stump job. They’ll be lining up for it. It’s all in how you present yourself after all.”

  Tor chuckled, if it was a little strained, well, it had been a hard day so far and he was tired from being awake and not eating for three days. It was starting to show a little, maybe, so he spread his hands expansively.

  “Really, I think we can find something a little more entertaining for you to do, given your education, but it’s always good to have a backup plan, right? Don’t get rid of those boots though, I think you may have use of them soon…” He tried to pitch his voice in a way that made it sound suggestive, which got a laugh from both women. Tor sighed and shook his head in mock woe.

  “So, I have to work on that, trying to be all playful and stuff? Seriously though, bring the boots. I expect to see you up and around tomorrow then? We have plans to make and can’t really do it all in here. Wensa, you too. The boots, I mean. Get a pair just in case.” This he managed with such a deadpan face that both women looked at him in slight shock before they busted up laughing.

  “Good! No time to worry about little things, we have a war to win and Austrans to kill. Normally I’m kind of anti-killing, but right now I’m thinking of making some exceptions.” That sounded a lot darker than he meant it too, but got nods that didn’t seem self-pitying at all, so he left it at that and kissed Trice on the cheek, then, just to get a laugh did the same thing to Wensa. Oddly both women just nodded at him again. Ah, right. The rules. Tor had never even considered that the Royal Guards might have to follow them. Well, he’d just be nice to her. He didn’t really like her, but she’d helped save his life too, even if he was one hundredth and eighty-seventh on her list of people to protect at the party, that had to count for something.

  Next Tor walked not just down the hall, but across the entire palace complex, needing to get directions twice, to find Rolph. He was sitting with Sara, and Ursala when Tor walked in.

  “Heh, see and neither even bothered coming to visit me… I guess that means they pick you. Well. Told you so.” Tor smiled and collected hugs from both girls and winked at Rolph who groaned slightly.

  “Damn, he found us. Well, now I have to stop being a wimp and complaining about my tummy hurting. I do have a whole new respect for you though. You didn’t even whimper after you were stabbed. I cried like a little girl.” He sounded ashamed of that for some reason, which Tor didn’t get at all.

  “Ah, but you see, I’m probably the one person in the room that knows, first hand and recently, that crying like a little girl is a very serviceable option in response to that kind of pain. Though really, I doubt you actually did. Maybe you choked up, in a manly and regal way, but you didn’t scream or sob. I know that nearly one hundred percent.” Tor sounded confident. He was, so it worked for him.

  Rolph smiled and gave him a serious look.

  “Thanks for the vote of confidence, but how do you know? You were kind of out of it, saving us all, if I recall…”

  “Easy. It hurts way too damn much to let your stomach move like that. So the loudest it comes out is kind of a stoic moan. Don’t worry, you did fine, and by the time they write songs about it you’ll probably have just shrugged the wounds of and gotten back to work almost immediately. Speaking of which, we have a meeting tomorrow. Planning. What do we need to do for the war effort and all that. Anyone with a brain that we can get to come. This isn’t anything official, so seriously, anyone. The guy that cleans the stables if he has anything to add… Trice is already coming, she doesn’t know it yet, but she is. I don’t know about Wensa, but I wouldn’t rule it out. Two broken legs and a dislocated arm don’t really sound like enough to stop her. I’ll spread the word and we can see who shows. Late luncheon?”

  Tor said this all smoothly, as if he actually had a plan and wasn’t just trying to give his friends something to do that they could physically manage, maybe at least, so that they wouldn’t let themselves stew too long worrying about things they couldn’t fix right now. Sara was staying at her house, but Ursala had a room in the palace, which she was sharing with another Countess. She didn’t know if the other woman would object to him being there, but the tall blond took Tor’s hand and led him along to the shared space anyway. If that didn’t work he could always grab a blanket and find that utility closet again.

  In the room the other woman stared at him when he came in then stood, and bowed low.

  “Master Tor.” She said simply. The woman looked a little familiar, thinner now, light hair that wasn’t really blond, but wasn’t brown either, being something in between. She was the one that the other counts had listened too in that long ago meeting, he remembered.

  Tor bowed back and stepped forward, his hand out which, oddly got him pulled into a tight embrace.

  “Thank you for saving me so that I can make good my vow to destroy Count Ward.” The woman didn’t let him go for a while. Finally, when she did, Tor got it. She was the one that survived, but whose husband had died when poisoned. Holly something? He didn’t know.

  “Sorry, I recognize you of course, but unless we want to play a game of me not knowing your name for the night while trying to figure it out without seeming like a moron, I need a full introduction I think. It’s Holly…” Tor winced realizing she was within her rights to chew him out for not starting with her title. Instead she bowed again.

  “Holly Printer. Countess Printer if it comes to that, but you can call me dog girl if it will get you to keep helping me.”

  Tor smiled.

  “Let’s go with Holly, if that’s all right? At least in private? And as for me, I’m just Tor. Torrence Baker if it’s something official. No title of note or anything. Definitely not a Master Builder yet, as I learned the hard way the other day. I built those shields and it left everyone totally open to electrical attack and that death dust. I need to fix that as soon as possible. Sorry, not the topic… That I’m just Tor is actually what I was going for.”

  Holly didn’t laugh, but she smiled gently. Ursala explained the shortage of beds and Holly shrugged without comment. The other woman had a hard feeling about her, the kind of thing that suggested total commitment to a cause in Tor’s mind. Sleep with a short builder in the room? Fine. As long as it didn’t stop her from reaching her goal. The destruction of Ward.

  Well, Tor could do a bit to help there maybe, while he waited for Trice to heal up enough to travel. He’d said two weeks, but that was pretty silly. If she even got herself to the restroom the next day he’d be happy with her.

  The next morning he had supplies flown in from his house and started making copies of military gear until the meeting that was supposed to take place late in the afternoon. It was put in a large meeting room, because, instead of the five or six people he’d expected, nearly a hundred had shown up. Most of them royals, but a few were palace servants, some Royal Guards as well. To his surprise the kitchen boy and girl that had been burned were sitting not too far down the table, about half way, with a few sitting Counts lower than they were on the table. Tor nodded
to them somberly. Their friend Laura had been killed. Of course they came.

  The King sat near the head of the vast table, but not at it. He gestured regally and smiled.

  “Torrence Green Baker of Two Bends, County Lairdgren, Countier four Lairdgren, savior of Galasia, protector of Rossalynd and defender of Ford against nature herself, Master Builder and man of true valor, please kneel.”

  Everyone stared.

  Tor blushed.

  Then he knelt as instructed, before Rich had to push him down.

  “Let it be known before all present, that if not for this one man, most of us wouldn’t be here to witness this event. Arise Sir Torrence, true Knight of the realm.”

  Almost as one, embarrassingly enough, the room stood, including Connie.

  “Welcome Sir Torrence.” She said softly, a tear in her eye.

  “Sir Torrence.” The room spoke as one then, not somberly, but without humor in their voices. Then again, if the King claimed he was a Knight, then he kind of was, right? Richard even pulled out a paper that said he so and handed it to him with a smile.

  “I’ll forgo the reading of merits and accolades, since we don’t have all day. Now, Tor, since you called this meeting, perhaps you’d share with us your plan?”

  This was really not what he had in mind when he suggested the thing, but it would serve. Now all he had to do was lie his behind off and hope that what he said made enough sense to not seem insane or like he was a total moron. That probably wouldn’t be happening, but he could try. Trice caught his eye, sitting only about ten people down on the left, near Rolph actually, just above him. The hierarchy of this table was greatly skewed. He was being seated at the top and the heir to the throne nearly a quarter of the way down? The Queen was four people down and Burks was across from the King, at his own left elbow.

  “Right. This meeting is about coming up with new ways to make war. I don’t care how strange an idea is, as long as it works. This isn’t a strategy session, though some of you here are in on that kind of thing too. You can give the rest of us guidance as needed.” Tor bowed and held it, standing straight on to the room, which should indicate he was including everyone. After a full half a minute he stood.

  “All here are honored. Let anyone speak if they have something to say. Now, to get the ball rolling, I want to start a new project to defeat that death dust. Nanos?” This was addressed to Burks who nodded but didn’t interrupt.

  “For the immediate future, we can hand out air chokes which will keep them from spreading until others have a chance to step in and deal with them, however that gets done. Soon I hope to have things out to stop that from being used against us again totally.” That said he asked if anyone else had an idea to share.

  The general consensus was that taking the war to Austra, which hadn’t been done yet, was probably the best plan. For that they needed a navy and a way to protect it. Traditionally the Austran air ships had kept the Noram navy from being effective against them at all. They’d just sink the boats as they got close. But now they had their own air ships, so maybe…

  This went on for hours, with Tor mainly just taking notes with a pencil on slightly brown, handmade paper. People got restless after a few hours, so a small break was called for, but just as Tor made the suggestion of a recess, a Royal Guard ran into the room with a message for the King. Everyone waited patiently while he read it. Tor could see that… the Royal Guard only ran when things were important, at least around the top royals, so it was already note worthy.

  Then, taking a deep breath Richard passed the paper to Burks who looked at it for a few moments, and just nodded. It got passed to Connie whose eyes flew open and then, for some reason it was passed to Tor. Probably just because he was near the top of the table he realized. Part of the tradition. The words stunned him.

  The message was from Count Ward, but signed by both him and his Countess. It was a proclamation of war against the kingdom of Noram. It was either the stupidest thing to ever exist, or Ward and his advisors really thought they could win. If they thought that, then someone was helping them. Probably the Austrans. Because in traditional arms, County Ward wouldn’t last a day against the King’s army, especially with what Thorgood, Printer, Ford and Ross were going to be able to bring to bear in a few weeks time. Tor stopped for a second and nearly grinned. Plus Thomson and Lairdgren too as well as anyone else with people willing to take up arms for the kingdom. Not knowing what else to do Tor passed the message back to the King, who stood.

  “Ladies and gentlemen. Counts and Countesses. Worthies all. This message saddens me to no end, but is unavoidable at this point. Count Ward and his County have declared not only their sovereignty, but war upon us all. Preparations must be made now. All forces need to rally and prepare to remove him and his forces from our shores. No matter the cost.”

  Ursala stood, chair clattering back, tipping behind her.

  “No matter the cost.” She said, her voice firm, carrying across the room in an echo that resonated inside Tor’s chest a little somehow.

  Holly stood next, and screamed it so loud her voice broke a little.

  “No matter the cost!”

  Everyone else that could stand or yell did. Even the palace help.

  Tor nodded and stood himself, then without saying anything, walked back to his room.

  He had work to do.

  Apparently cost wasn’t a factor anymore if the chanting could be believed.

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