She found herself smiling as she shut the door behind the chipmunk.
"Rivan Legions," Bernard spat, pacing the functional, plainly appointed office. "They haven"t stood to battle in so long they might as well be called Rivan construction crews. Always finding reasons why something can"t be done. Most often, because it isn"t done that way because it isn"t done that way."
"The useless parasites," Amara said, nodding in compa.s.sion. "Aren"t your own men members of the Rivan Legions, my lord?" "The useless parasites," Amara said, nodding in compa.s.sion. "Aren"t your own men members of the Rivan Legions, my lord?" "They don"t count," Bernard growled. "They don"t count," Bernard growled. "I see," Amara said gravely. "Did not you, yourself, serve in the Rivan Legions, my lord?" "I see," Amara said gravely. "Did not you, yourself, serve in the Rivan Legions, my lord?" Bernard stopped pacing and looked at her helplessly. Bernard stopped pacing and looked at her helplessly. Amara couldn"t stop herself. She burst out laughing. Amara couldn"t stop herself. She burst out laughing.
Bernard"s face twitched through half a dozen separate emotions. Then a smile broke the surface of his features, and he shook his head wryly. "Breaking up storms before they have time to properly gather themselves again, are we?"
"It is my duty as Countess Calderon," Amara said. She crossed the room to him, stood on her toes, and kissed him lovingly on the mouth. He slipped an arm around the small of her back and drew her close against him, drawing the kiss out over a slow, delicious minute. Amara let out a pleased little sound as their mouths parted, and smiled up at him. "Long day?"
"Better now," he said. "You must be hungry."
"Starving. Shall we?"
They had just stepped outside when the sentry sounded a ram"s horn-a challenge to incoming Knights Aeris. A moment later, the distant sound of another horn came to them in answer, and a few seconds later, a flight of Knights Aeris swept down from overhead at maximum speed, twenty strong, bearing a wind coach amongst them.
"Odd," Bernard said. "Twenty for a single coach? The harness only needs six."
"An escort, perhaps," Amara said.
"Nearly a Legion"s allotment of Knights Aeris as escorts? Who would be that important who would need need them?" them?"
The Knights waited until the last possible moment to slow down, and landed in the courtyard in front of Garrison"s command building amidst a hurricane roar of furycrafted wind.
"Extra hands," Amara said, understanding, as the roar died down. "They"re flying at top speed, taking turns as bearers."
Bernard grunted. "What"s the rush?"
One of the Knights Aeris came running over to Bernard and slammed a fist to his breastplate in a Legion salute. Bernard returned the gesture automatically.
"Your Excellency," the Knight said. He offered a sealed envelope. "I must ask you and the Countess to come with me at once."
Amara lifted her eyebrows and traded a glance with her husband. "Are we under arrest?" she asked, carefully keeping her tone neutral.
"The details are in the letter," the Knight replied.
Bernard had already opened the letter, and was reading it. "It"s from the First Lord," he said quietly. "We are commanded to come to Alera Imperia at once."
Amara felt a hot flash of anger. "I don"t work for Gaius anymore," she stated, her tone precise. Amara felt a hot flash of anger. "I don"t work for Gaius anymore," she stated, her tone precise. "Are you refusing to comply, Countess?" asked the Knight, politely. "Are you refusing to comply, Countess?" asked the Knight, politely. "Amara-" Bernard began. "Amara-" Bernard began.
Amara should have remained silent, but the fires of her anger sparked memories of other fires, far more horrible, and her pain got the better of her. "Give me one reason why I should."
"Because if you do not," said the Knight politely, "then I have been ordered to arrest you and bring you to the council in chains, if necessary."
Amara felt her knuckles pop in protest as her hand clenched into a fist. Amara felt her knuckles pop in protest as her hand clenched into a fist. Bernard put a large, strong hand on her shoulder, and rumbled, "We"ll come, Captain." Bernard put a large, strong hand on her shoulder, and rumbled, "We"ll come, Captain." "Thank you," the Knight said, his expression serious. "This way, please." "Thank you," the Knight said, his expression serious. "This way, please." "Let me fetch a few things for the trip, please." "Let me fetch a few things for the trip, please." "Two minutes," the Knight said. "I can delay no more than that, Your Excellency." "Two minutes," the Knight said. "I can delay no more than that, Your Excellency." Amara blinked at him. "Why not?" she asked him quietly. "What is happening?" Amara blinked at him. "Why not?" she asked him quietly. "What is happening?" "War," he said shortly. For a moment, his eyes looked haunted. "We"re losing." "War," he said shortly. For a moment, his eyes looked haunted. "We"re losing."
CHAPTER 4
Gaius Isana, First Lady of Alera, was woken in the middle of the night by a stir in the courtyard below her chambers. The seat of the High House of Placida was shockingly staid, by the standards of the High Lords of Alera. While it was an exquisite home of white marble, it was a manor house of a mere four stories, formed in an open square around a central courtyard and garden like a common country estate. Isana had seen seasonal homes in the capital owned by other High Lords that were far larger and more elaborate than the ancestral halls of Placida itself.
Yet the home, while not gargantuan, had its own quiet integrity. Every block of stone was polished and perfectly fit. Every bit of woodwork, every door, every shutter was made of the finest woods and crafted to simple perfection. The furniture, likewise, was exactingly made and lovingly maintained.
But more than that, Isana thought it was the household staff that made her like the place the most. The capital, and many of the other large cities of the Realm she had visited, had been filled with a wide variety of the various strata of Aleran society. Citizens had swept by in their finery, while common freemen had tended to their tasks and stayed out of the way, and poorer freemen and slaves had scurried about their own duties in impoverished misery. In Lady Placida"s household, there were no slaves, and Isana was hard-pressed to discern the difference, at a glance, between Citizens and freemen. More to the point, the Citizens themselves seemed to place less emphasis on their station and more upon their duties, whatever they might be-an att.i.tude that embraced their aides and employees without the same overwhelming regard for social status that permeated most of the Realm.
The gulf between Citizen and freeman hadn"t simply vanished there-far from it. But much of the sense of latent hostility and fear that went along with it certainly had. It was a reflection, Isana felt certain, of how High Lord and Lady Placida conducted themselves amongst their own people, in the halls of their own home, and Isana thought that it spoke very well of them.
Since her return from the war-ravaged region around the Amaranth Vale, Isana had been a guest of the High Lady Placidus Aria. While the abrupt end of Kalarus"s rebellion and the truce with the invading Canim had ended the war, it had not halted the ongoing loss of life. The war had devastated harvests, displaced entire steadholts, ravaged the economy, and disrupted government on every scale. Throughout the territory once governed from the late city of Kalare, slaves had arisen in b.l.o.o.d.y revolt. Wild furies, their Aleran bondmates slain by war, famine, or disease, roamed the countryside, far more dangerous than any rabid animal.
The subsequent scramble to find work, food, and shelter against the elements had resulted in widespread chaos. Banditry had arisen and begun to spread almost as fast as the diseases that began to torment the countryside.
The vast monies the Crown had poured into the rush construction of enough shipping to allow Aleran forces to escort the Canim back to their homeland had been a stabilizing force-as had, ironically, the presence of the Canim themselves, who had dealt with Aleran bandits every bit as ruthlessly and efficiently as the legionares legionares deployed to hunt them down. Isana suspected that it was, in fact, why their departure had been delayed for several months. She could not have proven anything, of course, but she suspected that Gaius had slowed construction of the final ships in order to make use of the Canim"s presence, helping to establish a beachhead of social order amidst the chaos of the war-torn territory. deployed to hunt them down. Isana suspected that it was, in fact, why their departure had been delayed for several months. She could not have proven anything, of course, but she suspected that Gaius had slowed construction of the final ships in order to make use of the Canim"s presence, helping to establish a beachhead of social order amidst the chaos of the war-torn territory.
The Senatorial Guard and the Crown Legion had been slowly rea.s.serting control, but it was an agonizingly methodical process, rife with the political maneuvering of Citizens struggling to seize new t.i.tles and power in the reclaimed territory-all while the holders who lived there coughed their lives out in the winter cold or starved to death after eating their shoes. With the financial and public support of the Dianic League, Isana had been doing all that she could to organize relief efforts into the region-until the night two men with drawn swords had reached the doors of her bedroom before her bodyguard had stopped them.
The news of the emergence of an heir to the Crown had spread like wild-fire, of course, from one side of the Realm to another within days. It had brought with it a storm of fresh political infighting, as the plans of every ambitious Citizen in the Realm were abruptly sent crashing into ruin. A great many people did not like the notion at all, and many were already decrying Tavi as a fraud and demanding that the Senate declare him an illegitimate heir.
The Senate had no grounds to do so. Septimus had seen to that, ensuring that there were witnesses and evidence enough to validate his son"s ident.i.ty. Evidently, though, someone had decided that if some of the witnesses conveniently vanished, the Senate might be able to oppose Octavian"s installation. As the foremost of said witnesses, Isana was the natural target for such schemes.
At the First Lord"s suggestion, she had accepted Aria"s invitation to visit Placida, ostensibly to speak at several important gatherings of the Dianic League. In truth, she knew perfectly well why she had come: It was the only place in the Realm where she could be reasonably certain of her safety. Gaius"s suggestion was a tacit admission that even the First Lord could no longer protect her in Alera Imperia.
Of course, "reasonably certain" was not the same thing as "certain."
There was no certainty anymore.
Isana had no idea of the cause of the raised voices and running feet in the courtyard below her window, but she took no chances. She rose from her bed, dressed only in her nightgown, and immediately seized the long, armored coat from the stand by the bed. She slid into the heavy garment, the motion swift and automatic after the endless practice sessions Araris had forced her to endure. Though the coat seemed to be made of heavy leather, sections of the finest steel plate had been sewn into place between two layers of the lighter material. While not as effective as true lorica, the coat offered far more protection than her skin alone, and could be donned swiftly at need.
Once the coat was in place, she slid her feet into light leather shoes and, with a moue of distaste, slung a leather baldric over one shoulder, so that her sword, a standard Legion gladius gladius, hung at her side. She regarded the weapon without enthusiasm. She had managed to acquire some rudimentary knowledge of self-defense using a blade, again at Araris"s insistence. She"d felt that she had little choice in the matter. After all, it was Araris who had risked his own life to stop the a.s.sa.s.sins who had nearly reached her, and it seemed the least she could do to follow his advice and help him perform his duty as a singulare singulare to the First Lady. She had diligently applied herself to learning the basics of swordplay-but she did not think that she would ever feel truly comfortable wearing one. to the First Lady. She had diligently applied herself to learning the basics of swordplay-but she did not think that she would ever feel truly comfortable wearing one.
Although what made her most uncomfortable, she reflected, was the fact that the weight of the sword and armor, once settled upon her, made her feel more rea.s.sured than ridiculous.
She felt the presence of someone tense with anxiety a full second before a soft footfall sounded outside her door, and by the time it opened she had her sword in hand and held in a defensive guard. Light from the furylamp in the hallway made a black outline of the intruder, but Isana"s watercrafter"s senses identified him more surely than her eyes could have within another heartbeat.
"Araris," she said quietly, lowering the sword. She waited until he had shut the door behind him to say, "Light."
The little furylamp beside her bed responded to her voice, flickering to life, casting a warm yellow glow over the s.p.a.cious chambers, revealing Araris. He was a man of medium height and average build. He wore his hair shorn close to his head, in the Legion style, and one side of his face was hideously marred with a ma.s.s of scar tissue in the shape of the brand the Legions used to mark men convicted of cowardice in the face of the enemy. He wore simple, well-made clothing, including a coat not unlike Isana"s own, and bore a gladius gladius upon one hip and a duelist"s long blade on the other. upon one hip and a duelist"s long blade on the other.
His anxiety faded a little when his eyes met hers, and Isana felt the sudden warm rush of his affection and love-among other, rather less poetic expressions of masculine approval. "Good," he said quietly, nodding at her sword. "But next time, come away from the window before you turn on the light."
She stepped away from the window with a sigh, shaking her head, and extended her hand to him. "I"m sorry. I just woke."
He stepped closer to her and took her hand, just barely touching the tips of his fingers and thumb to her skin. "It"s all right. You never expected to be forced to live with this sort of thing."
She gave him a small smile. "No. I suppose not." She shook her head. "What"s happening outside?"
"A courier has arrived from the capital," Araris replied quietly, lowering his hand. "Her Grace requests that you join her in her study with all possible haste. Beyond that, I have no idea."
Isana looked down at herself and sighed. Then she carefully put the sword away. She"d given herself several minor cuts before learning the sufficient degree of respect for the weapon"s edge. "I look ridiculous."
"You look like someone serious about survival," Araris corrected her. He glanced back as more feet hurried down the hall outside. All around them there was a rising amount of activity in the household, evidenced by the opening and closing of doors, and the sound of rising numbers of voices. "To be frank, my lady, this kind of disruption is an ideal situation for another attack. I"m just as happy to have you in the armor if you"re going to be moving around the hallways."
"Very well," Isana said. "Then let"s waste no more time."
One advantage of such a modest-sized household, Isana reflected, was that one never had to plan an expedition complete with guides and pack animals to reach the other side of it, the way it had often seemed necessary in the capital, or in Aquitaine. Isana traded greetings with a young Knight, a chambermaid, and a senior scribe, all of whom she"d broken bread with on several occasions, circled the courtyard, and walked up a single flight of steps to reach the High Lady"s private study. Araris followed her silently, a constant presence, two paces back and slightly to one side, his eyes wary, calm, and everywhere.
Guards were posted outside of Lady Placida"s study.
Isana paused and traded a glance with Araris. This was a first. Aria was one of the more . . . confident women Isana had ever known where matters of potential violence were concerned. If the reports Isana had heard were to be believed, it was with good reason. In Alera, most female Citizens gained their status through marriage. Aria hadn"t. As a young academ, she"d fought a duel with the newly installed High Lord of Rhodes-a situation arising from a rather forceful rejection of his attention during evenings at the Academy, if rumor was to be believed. She"d beaten the young man handily, too, and in front of far too many witnesses for anyone to question her claim.
Isana scarcely wished to consider what situation might have arisen that would cause Placidus Aria to post guards at her door. Her wishes, however, were quite immaterial to the matter. She strode forward, nodding to the guards, both of whom saluted her sharply. One of them opened the door for her without bothering to inquire of those within whether or not he should.
Isana felt herself begin to wince and forced the expression away. She felt quite rude, not to mention presumptuous, simply striding into the High Lady"s personal study-but as odd as she might find it, Isana was, at least nominally, Aria"s peer and marginal superior. In an emergency situation, the First Lady of Alera did not need need to ask permission to enter the room. Whatever Isana might have felt personally, she had an obligation to maintain the status of her office, as well as fulfill its duties. to ask permission to enter the room. Whatever Isana might have felt personally, she had an obligation to maintain the status of her office, as well as fulfill its duties.
Aria"s study could easily have been mistaken for a garden. Several fountains chuckled quietly within, and growing plants were everywhere but upon the several bookshelves s.p.a.ced around the walls. The fountains drained into a pool in the center of the room, and furylights of every color twinkled at the pool"s bottom like tiny, jeweled stars.
Lady Placida herself arrived less than a minute later, striding into the room with confidence, energy, and purpose. She was a very tall woman, with lovely red hair and, like Isana herself, appeared to be a young woman in her early twenties. Also like Isana, she was in fact a good deal older than that. She wore the green-on-green of the House of Placidus in her gown and long tunic, and in the trim of her white traveling cloak and gloves.
"Isana," she said, coming toward them, holding out her hands.
Isana took her hands and received a kiss on the cheek. At the touch, Isana felt the wrenching anxiety beneath the High Lady"s practiced, serene expression. "Aria. What"s happened?"
Lady Placida nodded politely to Araris before turning back to Isana. "I"m not yet certain, but sealed orders from the First Lord arrived, and my lord husband has already left to mobilize Placida"s legions. We are commanded to leave for the capital at once."
Isana felt her eyebrows lifting. "Only us?"
The High Lady shook her head. "Half a dozen of my husband"s most powerful lords have been summoned as well-and from what the messenger said, similar summons have gone out to the entire Realm."
Isana frowned. "But . . . why? Why do such a thing?"
Aria"s expression remained calm, but it could not hide the woman"s worry from Isana"s senses. "Nothing good. Our coach is waiting."
CHAPTER 5
Isana had been to the great hall of the Senatorium only once before, during the presentation ceremony when she and several others had been brought forth in front of the Realm as a whole and introduced as new Citizens of Alera. At the time, dressed in the scarlet and sable of the House of Aquitaine, she had mostly been too self-conscious-and, she could admit to herself now, ashamed-to notice how large large the place was. the place was.
The Senatorium was built from sober, somber grey marble, and was ostensibly large enough to hold not only the Senate, which included the Senators and their retinues, but every Citizen of the Realm of Alera as well. Isana had been told, at some point, that it could seat more than two hundred thousand souls, each and every one of them able to see and hear what transpired thanks to the cleverly arranged furycraft in the construction.
It resembled an enormous theater more than anything else. Upon the bottom and center of the Senatorium was the actual half circle of seating for the Senate, presided over by the Proconsul, the Senator with the most votes within the body of the Senate itself. Then, rising in rank upon rank upon rank, bench seating stretched up and out for hundreds of yards. Looking down upon the Senate floor, one had only to lift one"s eyes up a little to see the First Lord"s Citadel, the heart of Alera Imperia, rising above the Senatorium.
"What"s so funny?" murmured Lady Placida.
"I was thinking how one couldn"t help but notice how large and threatening is the First Lord"s Citadel up above us upon entering," Isana said. "It"s hardly subtle."
"That"s nothing," Lady Placida replied. "When leaving, the view is of the Grey Tower. An even more poignant vista."
Isana smiled, and glanced over her shoulder to see that Aria was correct. The Grey Tower, that una.s.suming little fortress, was a prison built to hold powerless even the strongest furycrafters in the Realm-and was a silent statement that no one in Alera was beyond the reach of the law.
"One cannot help but wonder," Isana said, "if whichever First Lord presided over the construction meant the view to rea.s.sure the Senators or to threaten them."
"Both, naturally," Lady Placida replied. "Senators loyal to the Realm first can rest easy knowing that personally powerful, ambitious men will always be held accountable-and the ambitious receive the exact same message. I believe it was the original Gaius Secondus who constructed the Senatorium, and he-oh my."
Isana could not blame Lady Placida for breaking off in the midst of a sentence. For though the vastness of the Senatorium was generally more or less empty, hosting only the various retinues of the Senators and a few curious parties, allowed by law to watch the proceedings, that night was different.
The Senatorium was filled to the top rows of its seats.
The noise of the crowd was enormous-a sea of talk, a thunderstorm of murmurs. More than that, though, was the overwhelming emotion of those present. None of it was particularly sharp, but there were so many many people there that the acc.u.mulated weight of all their low-intensity anxiety, curiosity, impatience, irritation, amus.e.m.e.nt, and too many others to name hit her like a sack of grain. people there that the acc.u.mulated weight of all their low-intensity anxiety, curiosity, impatience, irritation, amus.e.m.e.nt, and too many others to name hit her like a sack of grain.
Isana felt it when Lady Placida called upon her metalcrafting to shield her mind against the storm of emotions, and briefly wished that she could have done something similar-but she couldn"t. She simply ground her teeth for a moment, fighting back the surge of outside emotion, and found Araris"s hand beneath her arm, holding her steady, his calm concern a bedrock and a shelter against the tide that threatened her. She gave him a swift, grateful smile and, working from that solid point, methodically pushed away the other emotions to let them back in gradually, bit by bit, to give herself a chance to acclimate to them. Araris and Lady Placida stood on either side of her, patiently waiting for her to adjust to the environment.
"All right," she said, a moment later, as other Citizens continued to file in. "I"m better, Araris."
"Best we take our seats," Lady Placida murmured. "The Crown Guard is beginning to arrive. The First Lord will be here any moment."
They descended to the rows of box seats just above the Senate floor. While not specifically, legally granted to the High Lords, it was well understood who would be occupying those seats, and tradition had long since established which High Lord would occupy which box in the Senatorium at the infrequent a.s.semblies of both the Senate and lords.
The seats for Lord and Lady Placida were situated above the places of the Senators from the areas governed by Citizens beholden to them. Lady Placida took a few moments to descend to the Senate floor, exchanging greetings with several people, while Isana and Araris sat down in the box.
"Lady Veradis?" Isana asked, recognizing the young woman in the box beside theirs.
The serious, pale-haired young healer, daughter of the High Lord of Ceres, turned to them at once, and offered Isana a grave nod. She was notably alone in her father"s section, and seemed all the more slender and frail for the open s.p.a.ce around her. "Good evening, Your Highness."
"Please, call me Isana. We know one another better than that."
The young woman gave her a fleeting smile. "Of course," she said. "Isana. I am glad to see you well. Good evening, Sir Araris."
"Lady," Araris said quietly, bowing his head. He glanced around the empty box, and said, with perfectly bland understatement, "You seem less well attended than I would expect you to be."
"With excellent reason, sir," Veradis said, returning her attention to the Senate floor. "As I trust will be made clear shortly."
Isana settled back, frowning, and studied the seating behind the High Lord"s boxes in general, where the visiting Lords and Counts as a rule settled in behind their own patrons. Behind Lord Aquitaine"s box, for example, was a sizeable contingent of finely dressed Citizenry, mostly sporting the scarlet and black of the House of Aquitaine, while the gold and black of Rhodes made for an only slightly smaller contingent in the seats behind that High Lord"s box.