Suzine des Quivalen studied the image in the mirror until it faded into the distance, beyond the reach of her arcane crystal. Yet even after it vanished, the memory of those powerful wings carrying Kith-Kanan awayaway from herlingered in her mind.
She saw his blond hair, flying from beneath his helmet. She recalled her gasp of terror when the archers had fired, and her slow relaxation as he gained height and safety.
Yet a part of her had cursed and railed at him for leaving, and that part had wanted to see a human arrow bring him down. She didn"t want him dead, of course, but the idea of this handsome elf as a prisoner in her camp was strangely appealing.
For a moment, she paused, wondering at the fascination she found for this elven commander, mortal enemy of her people and chief opponent of the man who was her . . .
lover.
Once General Giarna had been that and more. Smooth, dashing, and handsome, he had swept her off her feet in the early days of their relationship. With the aid of her powers with the mirror, she had given him information sufficient to discredit several of the emperor"s highest generals. The grateful ruler had rewarded the Boy General with an ever increasing array of field commands.
But something had changed since those times. The man who she thought had loved her now treated her with cruelty and arrogance, inspiring in her fears that she could not
overcome. Those fears were great enough to hold her at his side, for she had come to believe that flight from General Giarna would mean her sentence of death.
Here on the plains, in command of many thousands of men, Giarna had little time for her, which was a relief. But when she saw him, he seemed so coldly controlled, so monstrously purposeful, that she feared him all the more.
With an angry shake of her head, she turned from the mirror, which slowly faded into a reflection of the Lady Suzine and the interior of her tent. She rose in a swirl of silk and stalked across the rich carpets that blanketed the ground. Her red hair swirled in a long coil around her scalp, rising higher than her head and peaking in a glittering tiara of diamonds, emeralds, and rubies.
Her gown, of blood-red silk, clung to the full curves of her body as she stalked toward the tent flap that served as her door. She stopped long enough to throw a woolen shawl over her bare shoulders, remembering the chill that had settled over the plains in the last few days.
As soon as she emerged, the six men-at-arms standing at her door snapped to attention, bringing their halberds straight before their faces. She paid no attention as they fell in behind her, marching with crisp precision as she headed toward another elegant tent some distance away. The black stallion of General Giarna stood restlessly outside, so she knew that the man she sought was within.
The Army of Ergoth spread to the horizons around her. The ma.s.sive encampment encircled the fortress of Sithelbec in a great ring. Here, at the eastern arc of that ring, the headquarters of the three generals and their retinues had collected. Amid the mud and smoke of the army camp, the gilded coaches of the n.o.ble lancers and the tall, silken folds of the high officers" tents, stood out in contrast.
Before Suzine arose the tallest tent of all, that of General Barnet, the overall general of the army.
The two guards before that tent stepped quickly out of the way to let her pa.s.s, one of them pulling aside the tent flap to give her entrance. She pa.s.sed into the semidarkness of the tent and her eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light. She saw General Giarna lounging easily at a table loaded with food and drink. Before him, sitting stiffly, was General Barnet. Suzine couldn"t help but notice the fear and anger in the older general"s eyes as he looked at her.
Beyond the two seated men stood a third, General Xalthan. That veteran"s face was deathly, shockingly pale. He surprised Suzine by looking at her with an expression of pleading, as if he hoped that she could offer him succor for some terrible predicament.
"Come in, my dear," said Giarna, his voice smooth, his manner light. "We are having a farewell toast to our friend, General Xalthan."
"Farewell?" she asked, having heard nothing of that worthy soldier"s departure.
"By word of the emperorby special courier, with an escort. Quite an honor, really,"
added Giarna, his tone mocking and cruel.
Instantly Suzine understood. The disaster with the lava cannon had been the last straw, as far as the emperor was concerned, for General Xalthan. He had been recalled to Daltigoth under guard.
To his credit, the wing commander nodded stiffly, retaining his composure even in the face of Giarna"s taunts. General Barnet remained immobile, but the hatred in his eyes now flashed toward Giarna. Suzine, too, felt an unexpected sense of loathing toward the Boy General.
"I"m sorry," she said to the doomed wing commander quietly. "I really am." Indeed, the depths of her sorrow surprised her. She had never thought very much about Xalthan,
except sometimes to feel uncomfortable when his eyes ran over the outlines of her body if she wore a clinging gown.
But the old man was guilty of no failing, she suspected, except an inability to move as quickly as the Boy General. Xalthan stood in the path of Giarna"s desire to command the entire army. General Giarna"s reports to the emperor, she felt certain, had been full of the information she had provided himnews of Xalthan"s sluggish advance, the ineptness of the gnomish artillerymen, all details that could make a vengeful and impatient ruler lose his patience.
And cause an old warrior who deserved only a peaceful retirement to face instead a prospect of torture, disgrace, and execution.
The knowledge made Suzine feel somehow dirty.
Xalthan looked at her with that puppylike sense of hope, a hope she could do nothing to gratify. His fate was laid in stone before them: There would be a long ride to Daltigoth, perhaps with the formerly esteemed officer bound in chains. Once there, the emperor"s inquisitors would begin, often with Quivalen himself in attendance.
It was rumored that the emperor received great pleasure from watching the torture of those he felt had failed him. No tool was too devious, no tactic too inhumane, for these monstrous sculptors of pain. Fire and steel, venoms and acids, all were the instruments of their unG.o.dly work. Finally, after days or weeks of indescribable agony, the inquisitors would be finished, and Xalthan would be healedjust enough to allow him to be alert for the occasion of his public execution.
The fact that her cousin was the one who would do this to the man didn"t enter into her considerations. She accepted, fatalistically, that this was the way things would happen. Her role in the court family was to be one who remained docile and sensitive to
her duties, useful with her skills as seer. She had to play that role and leave the rest to fate.
Just for a moment, a nearly overwhelming urge possessed her, a desire to flee this army camp, to flee the gracious life of the capital, to fly from all the darkness that seemed to surround her empire"s endeavors. She wanted to go to a place where troubles such as this one remained concealed from delicate eyes.
It was only when she remembered the blond-haired elf who so fascinated her that she paused. Even though he had gone, flown from Sithelbec on the back of his winged steed, she felt certain he would return. She didn"t know why, but she wanted to be here when he did.
"Farewell, General," she said quietly, crossing to embrace the once-proud warrior.
Without another glance at Giarna, she turned and left the tent.
Suzine retreated to her own shelter, anger rising within her. She stalked back and forth within the silken walls, resisting the urge to throw things, to rant loudly at the air.
For all her efforts at self-control, her vaunted discipline seemed to have deserted her. She could not calm herself.
Suddenly she gasped as the tent flap flew open and her general"s huge form blocked out the light. Instinctively she backed away as he marched into her shelter, allowing the flap to fall closed behind him.
"That was quite a display," he growled, his voice like a blast of winter"s wind. His dark eyes glowered, showing none of the amus.e.m.e.nt they had displayed at Xalthan"s predicament.
"Whatwhat do you mean?" she stammered, still backing away. She held her hand to her mouth and stared at him, her green eyes wide. A trace of her red hair spilled across her brow, and she angrily pushed it away from her face.
Giarna crossed to her in three quick strides, taking her wrists in both his hands. He pulled her arms to her sides and stared into her face, his mouth twisted into a menacing sneer.
"Stopyou"re hurting me!" she objected, twisting powerlessly in his grip.
"Hear me well, wench." He growled, his voice barely audible. "Do not attempt to mock me againever! If you do, that shall be the end your power ... the end of everything!"
She gasped, frightened beyond words.
"I have chosen you for my woman. That fact pleased you once; perhaps it may please you again. Whether it does or not is irrelevant to me. Your skills, however, are of use to me. The others wonder at the great intelligence I gain concerning the elven army, and so you will continue to serve me thus.
"But you will not affront me again!" General Giarna paused, and his dark eyes seemed to mock Suzine"s terrified stare.
"Do I make myself perfectly clear?" Giarna demanded, and she nodded quickly, helplessly. She feared his power and his strength, and she could only tremble in the grip of his powerful hands.
"Remember well," added the general. He fixed her with a penetrating gaze, and she felt the blood drain from her face. Without another word, he spun on his heel and stalked imperiously from the tent.
The flight to Silvanost took four days, for Kith allowed Arcuballis to hunt in the forest, while he himself took the time to rest at night on a lush bed of pine boughs amid the noisy, friendly chatter of the woods.
On the second day of his flight, Kith-Kanan stopped early, for he had reached a place that he intended to visit. Arcuballis dove to earth in the center of a blossom-bright clearing, and Kith dismounted. He walked over to a tree that grew strong and proud, shading a wide area, far wider than when he had last been here a year before.
"Anaya, I miss you," he said quietly.
He rested at the foot of the tree and spent several hours in bittersweet reflection of the elf woman he"d loved and lost. But he didn"t find total despair in the memory, for this was indeed Anaya beside him now. She grew tall and flourished in a part of the woods she had always loved.
She had been a creature of the woods, and together with her "brother" Mackeli, the forest"s guardian as well. For a moment, the pain threatened to block out the happier memories. Why did they die? For what purpose? Anaya killed by marauders. Mackeli slain by a.s.sa.s.sinssent, Kith suspected, by someone in Silvanost itself.
Anaya hadn"t really died, he reminded himself. Instead, she had undergone a bizarre transformation and become a tree, rooted firmly in the forest soil she loved and had strived to protect.
Then a disturbing vision intruded itself into Kith"s reminiscences, and the picture of Anaya, laughing and bright before him, changed slightly. A beautiful elven woman still teased him, but now the face was different, no longer Anaya"s.
Hermathya! The image of his first love, now his brother"s wife, struck him like a physical blow. Angrily he shook his head, trying to dispel her features, to call back those of Anaya. Yet Hermathya remained before him, her eyes bold and challenging, her smile alluring.
Kith-Kanan exhaled sharply, surprised by the attraction he still felt for the Silvanesti woman. He had thought that impulse long dead, an immature pa.s.sion that had run its
course and been banished to the past. Now he imagined her supple body, her clinging, low-cut gown tailored to show enough to excite while concealing enough to mystify. He found himself vaguely ashamed to realize that he still desired her.
As he shook his head in an effort to banish the disturbing emotion, a picture of still a third woman insinuated itself. He recalled again the red-haired human woman who had given him his chance to escape from the enemy camp. There had been something vibrant and compelling about her, and this wasn"t the first time he had remembered her face.
The conflicting memories warred within him as he built a small fire and ate a simple meal. He camped in the clearing, as usual making himself a soft bed. The night pa.s.sed in peace.
He took to the air at first light, feeling as if he had somehow sullied Anaya"s memory, but soon the clean air swept through his hair, and his mind focused on the day"s journey. Arcuballis carried him swiftly and uneventfully eastward.
After his third night of sleeping in the woods, he felt as if his strength had been doubled, his wit and alertness greatly enhanced.
His spirits soared as high as the Tower of the Stars, which now appeared on the distant horizon. Arcuballis carried him steadily, but so far was the tower that more than an hour pa.s.sed before they reached the Thon-Thalas River, border to the island of Silvanost.
His arrival was antic.i.p.ated; boatmen on the river waved and cheered as he flew overhead, while a crowd of elves hurried toward the Palace of Quinari. The doors at the foot of the tower burst open, and Kith saw a blond-haired elf, clad in the silk robe of the Speaker of the Stars, emerge. Sithas hurried across the garden, but the griffon met him halfway.
Grinning foolishly, Kith leapt from the back of his steed to embrace his brother. It felt very good to be home.
PART II: SCIONS OF SILVANOS.
8.
Midautumn, 2214 (PC).
"By Quenesti Pah, he"s beautiful!" Kith-Kanan cautiously took the infant in his arms.
Proudly Sithas stood beside them. Kith had been on the ground for all of five minutes before the Speaker of the Stars had hurried him to the nursery to see the newest heir to the throne of Silvanesti.
"It takes a while before you feel certain that you won"t break him," he told his brother, based on his own extensive paternal experience, a good two months" worth now.
"Vanestiit"s a good name. Proud, full of our heritage," Kith said. "A name worthy of the heir of the House of Silvanos."
Sithas looked at his brother and his son, and he felt better than he had in months.
Indeed, he knew a gladness that hadn"t been his since the start of the war.
The door to the nursery opened and Hermathya entered. She approached Kith-Kanan nervously, her eyes upon her child. At first, the elven general thought that his sister-in-- law"s tension resulted from the memory of them together. Kith and Hermathya"s affair, before her engagement to Sithas, had been brief but pa.s.sionate.
But then he realized that her anxiety came from a simpler, more direct source. She was concerned that someone other than herself held her child.
"Here," said Kith, offering the silk-swathed infant to Hermathya. "You have a very handsome son."
"Thank you." She took the child, then smiled hesitantly. Kith tried to see her in a different light than he did in his memories. He told himself that she looked nothing like the woman he had known, had thought he loved, those few years earlier.
Then the memories came back in a physical rush that almost brought him to his knees. Hermathya smiled again, and Kith-Kanan ached with desire. He lowered his eyes, certain that his bold feelings showed plainly on his face. By the G.o.ds, she was his brother"s wife! What kind of distorted loyalty tortured him that he could think these thoughts, feel these needs.
He cast a quick, apprehensive glance at Sithas and saw that his brother looked only at the baby. Hermathya, however, caught his eye, her own gaze sparking like fire. What was happening? Suddenly Kith-Kanan felt very frightened and very lonely.
"You should both be very happy," he said awkwardly.
They said nothing, but each looked at Vanesti in a way that communicated their love and pride.
"Now let"s take care of business," said Sithas to his brother. "The war."
Kith sighed. "I knew we"d have to get around to the war sooner or later, but can we make it a little bit later? I"d like to see Mother first."
"Of course. How stupid of me," Sithas agreed. If he had noticed any of the feelings that Kith had thought showed so plainly on his face, the Speaker gave no sign. His voice dropped slightly. "She"s in her quarters. Sh.e.l.l be delighted to see you. I think it"s just what she needs."