Kings Of The North Part 45

Andressat relaxed a trifle. "I did not know that, Sir King. My pardon. But I swear on Camwyn's Claw to reveal nothing you tell or show me of this matter."

"Well, then," the king said. "Such regalia exist. Dorrin Verrakai found these things in her family's estate when she took it over, bound in different shapes by blood magery."

Andressat flicked his fingers.

"Yes, evil magery," the king went on. "And evil had already spread rumors of it, I believe in hopes that I would have Dorrin Verrakai killed as well, believing her a traitor. But she brought the regalia to me, gave them to me, of her own will." The king paused, moved a scroll on his desk back and forth. "But not, it seems, in accordance with their will."

"Their will?" Andressat felt the hairs rise on his arms and neck.

"Yes. I told you I saw the crown rise in the air. It is apparently some magery inherent in these objects-they wish to be hers-they wish her to take and use them."

"To overthrow you?"

"I do not know. Nor does she. But when the Marshal-General and a paladin of Gird tried to remove the box from our treasury, it became impossible to move and sealed itself-the wood joining as if all one piece-and now it opens only when Duke Verrakai herself commands it." The king sighed. "It has offered no injury to me, while so concealed, but from what you say its mere presence here could mean invasion from the south. When, do you think?"

"Not this year," Andressat said. He still wanted to know what the things looked like, but an a.s.sessment of the military situation was a far more comfortable topic. "Vaskronin has troops, yes, but only four or five hundred. He seeks to influence by stealth, at this time; Phelan's former captain Arcolin-"

"Now a count in my realm," the king said, "as I'm sure you know."

"Yes, my lord. Captain-Count-Arcolin says he is sure it's Vaskronin's men both making and pa.s.sing false coinage to overturn the domination of the Guild League and give him free access to the Guild League roads in the south. I believe he has re-formed-or never gave up-his alliance with the pirates along the south coast. Certainly my attempt to s.h.i.+p wine and wool out of Confaer has been frustrated, both ash.o.r.e and afloat, while thieves and pirates prosper."

"Kieri worried about that," the king said. "Before he learned his heritage, he warned us about the dangers of disturbance in Aarenis, but no one wanted to hear it. The mountains have always kept us safe from southern wars."

"Vaskronin controls the Immer from the coast up to Cortes Immer," Andressat said. "Beyond, on the east branch, where Fallo is, and possibly north and somewhat west as well. Count Arcolin is concerned about Vonja, and does not know the situation between Cortes Vonja and the cities downstream-Cortes Cilwan and below. He also is worried; he plans to take three full cohorts on any contract next season."

"Well..." The king considered. "He may be required to contribute to a force here, if we need to raise troops-but you think not this year or next season?"

"Not unless Vaskronin gains power faster than I expect he will," Andressat said. "Having an experienced force south of the pa.s.s, as advance warning, might be a very good idea."

"I will consider that," the king said, in a tone that made it clear he would not be commanded by an outsider.

Andressat thought what else to say-what would a young man with no actual war experience be willing to hear from a foreigner, an old man? He held his peace; Dorrin Verrakai had as much experience as he himself, and she was, she'd said, the king's new military advisor. She and Arcolin might convince him, where he himself could not.

"But you asked what the things were like," the king said, s.h.i.+fting in his chair. "The stones appear to be sapphires and diamonds, for the most part. The design is unlike that of the Tsaian crown, but ours-both this-" He gestured at the narrow circlet he wore. "-and the crown of state are scarce five hundred years old, made new after the Girdish wars. I would guess that the 'stones of water' are the sapphires, and the 'stones of sunfire' are diamonds, but there's another complication you might as well know. We asked both elven and dwarven amba.s.sadors to comment on them-before the box closed itself, this was-and both said the items were neither made by their people nor were the stones from any source they knew. Dwarves, as I'm sure you know, can usually tell at once where a jewel came from, by its smell, they say."

"Would that mean the jewels came from Old Aare?" Andressat asked.

"It might, though the dwarf amba.s.sador muttered something in dwarvish-which I can speak a little-that seemed to indicate they were not born of rock. That makes no sense to me, but he refused to say more. I do not understand all this that you transcribed, particularly this...is it a verse? 'Not a seed in the water, not dust in the air, not a thought in the mind, but that which breathed in emerges only in ...' What is 'poilictu'?"

"That word I do not know," Andressat said. "So far we have not found that word again in any of the works in my archives, though I have my scribes alert to find it."

The king frowned. "It was a mystery before, and you but add mystery to it, and hazard as well." Then he shook his head. "No, I do not blame you, my lord Count. Rather, I thank you, for undertaking so long and arduous a journey to bring warning to us in the north. You would be welcome to spend the winter here, as your journey home, at least as far as the pa.s.s to Valdaire, will be unpleasant this time of year..."

"No, Sir King," Andressat said. "I must get home; I must see what is happening there, and prepare my domain for whatever that man does next. Indeed, I have been gone too long; I fear that he has already brought force against my people. My sons are experienced in war, having fought against Siniava, but it is my duty to be with my people at such a time."

"I understand," the king said. "And I commend your sense of duty...and also your wisdom in traveling mostly incognito. For that reason, I will not send an escort of Royal Guard with you-it did not save Kieri Phelan from attack, and it is impossible to hide the fact that whoever is so escorted is of particular importance to the Crown. Instead, I recommend that you remain here a few days while I organize a less conspicuous party for you to travel with, one that any single traveler might choose for safety from ordinary brigands. It's too late to pick up a trading caravan headed south. In the meantime, meet my n.o.bles and speak before those of the Council about Vaskronin and the threat he poses."

"Thank you, Sir King," Andressat said. The king's plan made more sense than for him to set off alone on a road he had never traveled.

Less than a tenday later he was on the way south, once more riding with Selfer and his cohort, for Count Arcolin had sent orders for Selfer to take the cohort to Valdaire. The mounted troop traveled faster than any caravan; Selfer did not hesitate to cross winter-bare fields when necessary to bypa.s.s a muddy section of road, and only the foul weather-slightly less miserable for being at their backs-kept Andressat from seeing the first loom of the Dwarfmounts ahead.

When they turned to parallel the range and zigzag through the foothills, the weather lifted a little. "Can't we go straight?" Andressat asked Selfer.

"No, my lord," Selfer said. "This is the only road the gnomes allow across their domains. It's a very old agreement and they've no mind to enlarge upon it. It would be worth our lives to cut across even this-" He nodded to a bend in the road where it seemed an easy bound or two for a horse, though not a wheeled vehicle.

"We have no gnomes in the south," Andressat said. "I had not realized they were such fierce warriors."

"It was gnomes who taught Father Gird about military discipline," Selfer said. Without waiting for Andressat to show interest, he began describing the history of the Girdish rebellion.

Andressat recognized the enthusiasm of a true believer and tried to nod and keep an interested expression on his face, but the appearance at the roadside of six small gray-clad figures with pikes startled him into ignoring Selfer.

"What-who?"

Selfer stopped in midphrase. "Who-oh, rockbrothers. Gnome boundary watchers." He reined in and bowed from the saddle. "Rockbrothers, I greet you. Selfer of Phelan's Company."

"It is late to be traveling this road," one of them said, in a flat tone devoid of expression. "Caravans ceased." Dark beady eyes looked up and down the column. "It is that all are soldiers, is it not?"

"All but one," Selfer said, with a gesture to Andressat.

Andressat felt pierced by that cold dark gaze. He said nothing.

"It is that this one has a name?" the gnome said.

"This n.o.ble has reason to travel nameless," Selfer said.

"Nameless to men, mayhap, but not to us," the gnome said. "It is the prince's wish to know all who travel here out of trading season." At Andressat's hesitation, the gnome stepped into the road; the others followed; they held their pikes as a bar across the road. Behind Andressat, a horse stamped; he could feel the rising tension. "And the truth, human, not some false name to befuddle fools."

"Jeddrin, Count of Andressat," he said. "Going home."

The gnome's brows rose. "Are you indeed?" He looked at Selfer.

"To my knowledge, and I have traveled with him from eastern Tsaia, that is his real name," Selfer said.

"It is a pity you left home," the gnome said. "And a wise thing to return. Far travel never profits." He gestured with his pike, and the gnomes moved aside, three to each side of the road, pikes lifted. To Selfer, he said, "You know the permitted campsites. Do not stray, even if you see no more bound-wards."

"I will not," Selfer said. He pulled out his Girdish medallion. "I abide the Law."

The gnome nodded, his expression softening for the first time. "The Law abides. Go safely."

Andressat spoke up before he realized he would. "Sir gnome, my respects, but I came north to warn of danger in the south. Your friends here will no doubt warn you as well, but let me make that an early warning. There is a bad man in the south who means to conquer it all, and the north as well."

The gnome stared at him. "Did not Siniava die?"

"He did. This man's name was Alured, known as the Black, but also as Duke of Immer and the new name he has chosen, Visla Vaskronin. It is my belief he will not abide any law."

"It is that you came north only to warn, and not to make profit?" A hint of disbelief there.

"If it is profit to warn allies of danger, then it was both," Andressat said. "I cannot stand alone against him."

"Ah. Exchange, then." The gnome thumped the b.u.t.t of his pike on the ground; the others followed. "By your leave, Captain of Phelan's Company, this man might tell his story to our prince, and your troop bide this night in our camp."

Selfer looked at Andressat and then at the gnome. "Sir gnome, I am charged with this man's safety as far as Valdaire by my king. The Law compels me to follow orders."

"It is not his his safety at risk," the gnome said, putting fist to his breast and bowing. "Nor that of your troop. I deem his words of value, and value given must be for value received. If the prince deems my estimation of value wrong, then the debt will rest on me, as commander of this group of bound-wardens." safety at risk," the gnome said, putting fist to his breast and bowing. "Nor that of your troop. I deem his words of value, and value given must be for value received. If the prince deems my estimation of value wrong, then the debt will rest on me, as commander of this group of bound-wardens."

Selfer looked at Andressat. "It is acceptable?"

Andressat felt adrift; he could tell that the gnome was intent on this and Selfer felt no danger in it, but he had never met a "rockbrother" before. "I suppose..."

Very shortly the slope held fifty or more gnomes who seemed to rise out of the ground itself. They led the troop aside from the road, into the scrubby trees and then upward, until they came to an arched opening in the side of a gra.s.sy slope. Andressat, looking around, realized that it would not be seen from any bend in the road.

"It is that you can make a camp?" the same gnome asked Selfer.

"Yes, we have tents," Selfer said.

"Then over there-" the gnome waved. "A stream for water. Vektran will show where to dig jacks. Andressat Count come with me."

Andressat shot a glance at Selfer.

"I will come, too," Selfer said. "I was not to leave his side. My sergeant can organize the camp." He dismounted; Andressat followed. The soldiers followed the other gnome off to the side of the open area, and Andressat, Selfer, and the first gnomes approached the opening.

"How do I address your prince?" Andressat said. "I would not fail in courtesy."

"That is well thought of," their guide said. "For visitors of the young races, we find the full courtesies overfull for their memories. Let you greet him as most n.o.ble prince and law-warden, and that will be enough."

Andressat had caves enough-natural caves, uneven in their shape, cool in summer and most often used to store wine, though a few people built dwellings in them. He had thought of rockfolk as primitives who lived in such caves...what he now entered amazed him. Not a natural cave but a vast edifice hollowed out by masons of great skill. A level floor, neatly carved steps to change elevation, and a hall larger than any in Verella or his own domain.

His guide had spoken only in gnomish to the wardens at the entrance and those along the way, one of whom had run ahead. And now they stood before a raised dais on which the gnome prince sat in his stone chair. He wore gray as plain as the others but for a silver chain and a great clear jewel like a drop of water, big as a hen's egg.

His guide spoke in gnomish for some minutes; Andressat wasn't sure what was being said or what he should do-staring at the prince seemed impolite. He let his gaze wander a little, to the other gnomes standing behind the prince, only two of them armed. He could read nothing in their faces; he could scarcely tell one from the other. All wore gray; all stood silent and motionless. Behind them was a pierced screen of stone through which he could not see; it had been carved into curves and twists that led his eye hither and thither.

A touch on his arm got his attention. "Do not look there," his guide said. "It will enchant you."

He did not know how long he had stood there; his guide was now making the introduction in Common.

"-the Count of Andressat, who rules in Andressat, a domain over the mountains. He gave warning of danger; I deemed it wise for him to speak in person to you. The other is known to us, a captain of Duke Phelan, who is now king in Lyonya."

Andressat bowed low. "Most n.o.ble prince and law-warden, it is a great honor to greet you."

"Rise up and show your eyes," the prince said. His Common was heavily accented but understandable. He stared Andressat in the face and then looked at Selfer, who also bowed and repeated Andressat's words.

"What warning?" the prince then asked.

Andressat repeated what he had told the bound-wardens.

"Is this man Girdish?" the prince asked; Andressat did not at once know whom he meant and hesitated. "Alured," the prince said.

"No, n.o.ble prince," Andressat said. "I do not know what G.o.ds, if any, he follows."

"Has he ever broken human law?" The emphasis on "human" was contemptuous.

"Yes, n.o.ble prince," Andressat said. "He was a pirate on the seas-attacked s.h.i.+ps and killed and stole for profit."

"So also do war companies," the prince said, looking again at Selfer. "Is it not true of you, Captain, that you make war for money and not to uphold the Law?"

"Sometimes," Selfer said. "Not always. We may be hired to uphold the Law."

"Did you ever see this Alured?"

"Yes," Selfer said. "When I was a squire to Duke Phelan, I saw Alured the Black many times during the last year of Siniava's War."

"Was he a lawbreaker?"

"He had been," Selfer said. "And after Siniava was killed, he did things that were...if not against human law, against Girdish law."

"You are Girdish?"

"Yes."

"Do you not consider Girdish law human law?"

"Not entirely," Selfer said. "Gird learned about the giver of Law from gnomes, and what he learned he used in writing the Code of Gird-"

"Little enough," the prince said. "But the Code of Gird is not as corrupt as much human law." He turned and spoke in gnomish to one of the gnomes at his shoulder; that one hurried away. The prince looked back at Andressat.

"So: do you think this Alured most dangerous because he is a lawbreaker, or violent, or a strong leader?"

"I do not know," Andressat said. "He is all of those and cruel besides. Some things I know only by hearsay, but this captain may have seen."

"Captain?" the prince said.

"I saw him at Aliuna and other cities of the southern coast after Siniava's death," Selfer said. "He took pleasure in the fear and suffering of others. We had not seen that until then-it was a war, we were not always fighting on the same field, or nearby. It sickened me, and others, and even the Duke."

"Even the Duke? Was he, then, p.r.o.ne to cruelty?"

"No," Selfer said. "Not at all. But when angry, when Siniava had tortured his own troops, he swore vengeance."

"Vengeance is not justice; vengeance is not wise. So the Lawgiver said, and so the Law demands that justice be done, not vengeance taken. What does human law say?"

"My lord prince, human law varies. Here in Tsaia, in times of peace, private vengeance is unlawful: those accused must stand trial, and their deeds be shown to fall inside or outside the law. Across the pa.s.s, in Aarenis, the Guild League cities have one law, and others hold differently. But in time of war, against an enemy..." Selfer faltered.

"All are lawbreakers then," the prince said.

"Not so, my lord," Selfer said. "This Company, in which I am now captain and was then squire, and several others, had formed an agreement on law as related to war-"

The prince's brow rose a moment, then lowered again. "Those who fight to make the rules of fighting? That is strange indeed. And was any heed paid to the true Law?"

Selfer nodded. "My lord, our agreement with one another said that no matter what those who paid us wanted, we would not mistreat prisoners taken, but feed and house them, and tend their wounds. That care be taken, on the march, not to rob those a troop pa.s.sed, nor harm those who did not seek to harm the troop. War always means killing, but it was our intent to limit it as much as possible to those whose business it was."