The Ragged Man Part 7

A few seconds of silence stretched into ten. When Amber could stand it no longer he took one of the biggest risks of his life. 'My Lord, I cannot begin to imagine your grief. I mourn your Scion also.' His voice wavered slightly. Men dealt with grief in different ways, but among soldiers great sensitivity was impossible. This was uncharted territory for Amber.

What could he say about Kohrad? 'He wasn't as mad as some' probably wasn't appropriate, but it was all Amber could think of. The impetuous youth had shown potential, but he had always been a young white-eye for ever in the shadow of one greater than he would ever be.

'I was proud to have fought alongside him,' he said at last.

Styrax raised a hand. 'Spare me the plat.i.tudes, I have heard them already.'

Amber swallowed nervously. 'I apologise, my Lord, I had not intended it to sound that way.'

'How had you intended it then?' Styrax snapped, straightening up. He gripped the armrests of his chair as though poised to leap up and attack the major.

'I did not know your son well enough to say anything else,' Amber said in a meek voice. 'Kohrad inherited more from you than he ever realised. He was unknowable to a man like me, but he was Menin, and a soldier, too; little more than a boy making a good account of himself in a man's world.

'My father always told me that battle forged a bond between men - I might not have known Kohrad well, but I shared that with him at least, and I'm glad to have done so.' As he finished, Amber realised that he was shaking so much he could barely keep his balance.

'Those are your words of sympathy?' Styrax sat back, his anger dissipated suddenly. 'While this cancer eats away at my gut you tell me that?'

'I am sorry, Lord. Death and duty is all I know.'

'Why don't you lecture me on duty too?'

'I am yours to command, Lord.' b.u.g.g.e.r, that was more rude than meek. b.u.g.g.e.r, that was more rude than meek.

His words prompted a momentary change in the air as Styrax eyed him gravely. 'Do so and I'll put your head through the wall.'

'Yes, my Lord.'

Another long pause. Amber tried to stand as close to attention as he could manage, while a thousand emotions flashed across Lord Styrax's normally still face.

'Why are you here?' the white-eye asked at last.

'd.u.c.h.ess Natai Escral of Byora is requesting an audience of you.'

'And you think I care?' roared Styrax.

He propelled himself up, and sprang forward so quickly Amber, wobbling precariously on his crutch, edged back to the wall.

'The G.o.ds themselves could be waiting at my door and I would not give a s.h.i.+t!' he shouted, making the heavy chair s.h.i.+ver and the dust motes dance in the lamp light. 'You disturb me for this? Get out of here while you still can, and pray I only strip you of your rank! You think killing Tsatach's Chosen gives you the right to irritate me with impunity?'

Amber blinked and found Styrax's hand at his throat.

The white-eye forced Amber's head up so he was looking him in the eye. His face was tight with barely restrained fury.

'All I have is my duty, Lord,' Amber repeated hoa.r.s.ely. His muscles were screaming out in agony. He felt on the edge, as if he would fall into unconsciousness, so bad was the pain.

'Don't think that will save you.'

'I do not.'

'Then choose your next words carefully.'

'I - I cannot, Lord. What must be said is foolish. Even your commanders know what must be said, and they fear to say it.'

'Then make your last words good,' Styrax snarled, his grip tightening a fraction.

'We need you.'

'Don't take me for a fool! That is not not what you came to say!' what you came to say!'

'No, Lord.'

'So talk while you still can.'

'Kohrad was only a part of what you are trying to achieve here, Lord. You cannot stop now,' Amber whispered.

'Now it hardly matters!' it hardly matters!'

'That is grief talking, nothing more.'

'Grief is all I have.'

'No, Lord.' Somehow, Amber managed to bite back the pain. He rallied himself and tried again. 'There are more Crystal Skulls to track down. There are more monuments to build.'

Styrax shook him, like a lion subduing its prey. 'Who have you been talking to?' he snarled.

'Talking to? No one, Lord, but I walk in your shadow and you taught me to see the Land with open eyes. There is more to the monuments you build than celebrating victory; of that I am certain. They are too few to be of use yet - whatever use you intend to put them to. Your empire must continue to expand; the campaign is not over.'

'And so?'

The major gasped for breath, but he managed to croak out, 'And so ... So your va.s.sal begs an audience, my lord, and those you rule need your intervention. A dragon ravages the Circle City, at a time when you need it to be strong and whole. Your work is not done; your grief must be put aside.'

Styrax's grip on Amber's neck lessened.

Amber tried to relax. 'Only then will there be time for mourning, once the Library of Seasons is safe to walk again.'

The hand slipped away and Amber fell to the floor.

CHAPTER 5.

'My Lord,' the servant called in a quavering voice, 'the d.u.c.h.ess of Byora and her retinue.' He stepped aside, making room for the d.u.c.h.ess. This wasn't the sort of grand hall which would normally accommodate such a meeting, but the Fist was a fortress and lacked such amenities.

The d.u.c.h.ess entered the dark room slowly, taking a moment to grow accustomed to the light before she curtseyed stiffly. She was not used to paying obeisance to others, and sitting for an hour at the gates of the Fist hadn't helped her disposition, but the white-eye seemed neither to notice nor to care.

'Lord Styrax,' she said while her retinue filed into the gloom behind her, 'I thank you for granting this audience. I can only imagine - '

'Correct,' Styrax growled, 'you can only imagine it. Do not waste my time with sentiments you do not understand.'

'My Lord,' the d.u.c.h.ess exclaimed in genuine shock, 'my robes of mourning are no mere affectation! I myself lost my husband in the clerics' rebellion.'

Styrax made a dismissive gesture and she bit her tongue as her still-raw grief raged at his arrogance. She gave the room a cursory inspection and guessed it was an officers' mess, with doors on each wall and a fireplace in front of her big enough to heat the entire room. Lord Styrax sat with his back to it, wearing a black uniform emblazoned with his Fanged Skull emblem. He was unshaven and looked exhausted, and in the dim light the Menin lord looked old, as though his unnaturally long span was at last catching up with him.

'Major Amber,' the d.u.c.h.ess said, inclining her head graciously to the soldier at Styrax's right hand. She noted how he winced as he acknowledged her greeting. He was not in full uniform. One leg was splinted and stretched out on a stool; one arm was cradled in a sling. His bruised and bloodied face and the broken line of his nose put her in mind of Sergeant Kayel.

There were two other Menin, a man and a woman, in the room and she felt her breath catch at the sight of them. They sat to one side and were clearly not going to be part of the discussion, but they were priests of the War G.o.d and their presence made Natai's hands tighten.

The b.a.s.t.a.r.d priests were at the very heart of Byora's problems, from the murder of her husband to the fear that permeated its very streets. The religious district in Byora remained closed since the failed coup, and Natai had not been in the same room as a priest since the G.o.ds had struck down two who tried to murder her and Ruhen. Even the sight of their robes made her want to order Kayel to draw his sword - Though that pair looked like no priests she had ever met, with their weatherworn faces freshly scrubbed, their boots - She stopped.

No priests wear boots like those.

The d.u.c.h.ess looked at the Lord of the Menin. You b.a.s.t.a.r.d, dressing up your troops as priests to see how I would react . . . Did you think perhaps I would not notice? You b.a.s.t.a.r.d, dressing up your troops as priests to see how I would react . . . Did you think perhaps I would not notice?

'My Lord, let me make known to you my advisors,' Natai said softly as she gestured towards Lady Kinna and the Demi-G.o.d Koteer.

'One of them looks a little young,' Styrax said. In the weak light his white eyes were even more apparent. She felt their heat on her skin.

'My ward, Ruhen.' She looked around and realised there was no seat for her. This was a studied insult, a major breach of protocol.

'You will not be staying long enough,' Styrax said, seeing her reaction.

Ruhen took a sudden step forward, slipping from Kayel's unresisting hands to grasp the d.u.c.h.ess' skirt. He tugged it and she looked down at him, smiling.

'I'm tired,' he complained. He shook his head and his carefully brushed hair fell over his eyes, deepening the shadows in them.

'There are no seats, sweetheart,' Natai said, ushering him back to Kayel.

'But he has one,' Ruhen protested in rare annoyance, pointing a little finger at Lord Styrax. There was a collective intake of breath even as Natai shushed the boy and pushed him back into Kayel's charge.

'I apologise, Lord Styrax,' she said, trying not to show her fear. 'He is only a child.'

'An allowance can be made,' Styrax said in an oddly hollow voice. 'Ruhen, come over here. You may sit on my knee.'

Before Natai could react Ruhen had again slipped Kayel's grasp and trotted across the room. He was the size of a six-year-old, and he looked tiny in comparison with the seven-foot-tall white-eye. Though his head was no higher than Styrax's knee, he did not appear in the least daunted. When he was close enough he reached up his arms to be picked up and with the gentleness of a father the mighty Styrax obeyed the unspoken order, sitting the little boy on his thigh, supporting his back with one huge hand.

Finally, Styrax looked at Natai. 'Now, d.u.c.h.ess, present your pet.i.tion,' he said.

Natai blinked for a moment at Ruhen, who gave her a little wave, then she hurriedly gathered her thoughts. 'My Lord, the Circle City is plagued by the dragon you released. It is killing my own citizens, and the destruction in Ismess is extensive.'

'Are you asking me to clear up after myself?'

'I . . . I would not have put it so, my Lord - '

'Then I am mistaken?'

A pause. 'No, my Lord, you are not, but I would not wish you to feel that I had spoken to you as I would to Ruhen.'

Styrax glanced at Amber, but the soldier said nothing.

Nai, the strange mage who had been appointed Natai's Menin liaison, had claimed Amber had killed the Chosen of Tsatach during the battle with the Farlan. That Styrax had looked to the man during this meeting showed he was probably telling the truth, and Major Amber's star was indeed in the ascendancy.

'You want me to do something about this dragon,' Styrax said at last. 'Isn't it traditional to invite adventurers and wandering knights to kill it? You could offer them half of Lord Celao's kingdom instead of your own, since Ismess is the most affected.'

'I fear more than a few soldiers have already died at its claws,' Natai said, not rising to his sarcasm. 'More do so every day, trying to protect the innocents of the quarter. Who, because of the rules you yourself have imposed, are unable to travel from the city, and thus cannot flee the creature's predations.'

'Ah, my fault yet again.' He gestured towards Amber. 'Unfortunately, my champion managed to hurt himself while out giant-killing. It'll be a while before he's back at work.'

'So you will not act?' the d.u.c.h.ess asked with a hint of anger.

'Dangerous words, d.u.c.h.ess,' Styrax snapped. 'Hinting at cowardice is a poor way to win me round; you would not live long enough to see whether p.r.i.c.king my pride has the desired effect!'

'I apologise if I gave such an impression, my Lord.' The d.u.c.h.ess curtseyed again, lower this time than when she had she entered the room.

'Do not take me for a fool, madam! You want me to react angrily, to claim I've never backed down from a fight - to remind you that since I became an adult I've never lost a battle?' Styrax leaned forward. 'But I don't need to tell you that, do I? And you bring your pet Jester with you too, to flatter my martial prowess by such a champion begging for my help.'

The d.u.c.h.ess looked discomforted by that, and was for a moment unable to remember why she had invited the Demi-G.o.d to accompany her.

'Well, Koteer? Are you going to stand there like a fool, or will you get on your f.u.c.king knees and beg?' Styrax demanded loudly.

Whatever the son of Death intended was forestalled when Ruhen tapped the Menin Lord on his thigh. 'You shouldn't use that word,' he said, shaking his head.

Styrax looked down. 'You think not? Is that what your nurse has taught you?'

Ruhen pointed towards Kayel, who made a good show of colouring and studying his own boots. 'He does sometimes.'

'I bet he does, the scamp,' Styrax said, making a visible effort to get a grip on his rage. 'You must tell your nurse that some some people can say what they like.' people can say what they like.'

'Do you let your little boy say it?' Ruhen asked with disarming directness. The boy looked up through his tousled hair at the huge face above him.

Natai didn't know whether to grab the child and run, to try to save them both from the lash of the white-eye's unbridled fury, or if she should wait, and see if the child's innocence would calm the savage beast.

Styrax looked into the swirls of shadow in the child's eyes and felt his boiling rage subside. 'I - My son knew who he had to respect,' he replied in a choked voice.

Ruhen patted the thigh he was sitting on with the exaggerated solemnity of a child. 'Don't be sad. He isn't hurting now.'

Natai watched Styrax's face with bated breath. The effect of Ruhen's words was clearly visible and she felt a surge of jealousy that the child was bonding with him, not her. If it had been any other child, Styrax would dismissed them all, maybe even violently, but she knew herself how difficult it was to tear oneself from the warm embrace of Ruhen's eyes.

'I can't be sure of that,' Styrax said.

Ruhen gave him a guileless smile. 'He isn't hurting any more,' the little boy said again, firmly.

It looked as though a weight had lifted from his shoulders, the lines softening on the huge lord's face. Then he remembered himself and carefully lifted Ruhen off his knee again, nudging him towards Natai.

'd.u.c.h.ess, I have heard your plea,' he said in a calmer voice. 'You are correct that the Circle City is under my control and my subjects deserve my protection. I will find a way to kill or drive off this dragon, you have my word. For now, however, I will be left to my mourning.'