"That"s bad enough, but it"s also been going on literally for generations, and we"d managed to live with it.
But another serious dispute has arisen in the last few years concerning the water rights I spoke of and the integrity of the surrounding land which Lord Kellos originally granted to us. Lord Kellos" grant defined specific boundaries and landmarks, obviously, but Trisu"s family-and, for that matter, some of the other local lords, although not to the same degree-have been encroaching upon those boundaries for years. In fact, Trisu"s father built a grist mill on what is clearly our land, and Trisu has refused to acknowledge that Lord Darhal was in the wrong when he did. In fact, Trisu insists that he owns that land and always has, despite the fact that the original grant puts the boundary almost half a mile beyond the mill. That"s just one instance of the way in which our boundaries are being routinely violated.
"Another point is that the grant clearly specifies that we"re exempt from tolls on the use of roadways crossing Lorham. Lord Kellos and Trisu"s great-great-grandfather did some horsetrading back and forth over the exact boundaries of our holdings, and Lord Rathman gave us the exemption in return for a couple of offsetting concessions from Lord Kellos. But Lord Trisu"s father began charging us the tolls about thirty years ago.
"Admittedly, this isn"t a point we"ve made an issue out of before, since the tolls Lord Darhal levied weren"t all that high. More to the point, they were clearly intended for the maintenance of the roads in question, and we were using them to transport our goods and produce. But Trisu began raising the tolls immediately after he became Lord of Lorham. He"s obviously trying to use them to raise additional revenues, over and above the cost of maintaining the roads themselves. We may have been willing to pay a toll we weren"t legally obligated to pay so long as the funds were being used to repair and maintain roadways that benefitted us, as well as Lorham. But we are not prepared to subsidize other parts of his treasury while he"s violating our boundaries and attempting to deny us our legitimate water rights.
"There are several other, minor points-most of them procedural, really. Some of them, to be completely honest, probably aren"t worth fighting over. But they"re part and parcel of our overall quarrel with him, and we"re not prepared to concede any of them without getting something in return. But there is one additional, major problem."
The mayor paused, and Kaeritha quirked an eyebrow.
"As I said, our charter clearly and unambiguously provides that our craftspeople, farmers, traders, and anyone else who may be a citizen of Kalatha or any of the free-towns which were founded later are
guaranteed the same rights as any other citizens of the Kingdom, regardless of whether they"re men or women. Trisu doesn"t seem to think that that applies in Lorham."
"In what way?" Kaeritha asked, leaning forward and frowning intently.
"Our merchants and some of our farmers have been hara.s.sed in local markets, and Trisu"s magistrates
have done nothing about it," Yalith replied. She waved a hand in a back-and-forth gesture. "That, in itself, isn"t all that important. There"s always going to be some bigoted farmer or townsman who"s going to give women doing "man"s work" a hard time, and war maids can"t afford to be too thin-skinned when it comes along. But it"s symptomatic of a more serious problem."
"What sort of problem?"
"There have been . . . incidents concerning the temple of Lillinara at Quaysar," Yalith said. It was obvious she was picking her words carefully, and also that she was trying hard to restrain a volcanic
surge of anger. She paused, and Kaeritha waited for the mayor to be certain she had control of her temper before she continued.
"As a follower of Tomanak, not Lillinara, you may not be aware that the temple in Quaysar has special
significance to the Mother," she said, after a few moments. "It"s not an especially large temple, but it"s a very old one. Quaysar itself is a tiny town. In fact, the town proper has pretty much disappeared over the last fifty or sixty years. What"s left of it has been effectively absorbed by the temple itself. But the Quaysar Temple has always been especially important to the war maids-just as Kalatha itself has been, despite our small size-because it was at Quaysar that our original charter from King Gartha was first officially and formally proclaimed. You might say Quaysar is the "mother chapter" of all war maids everywhere and that Kalatha is the "mother free-town" to match it. Quaysar is also located in Lorham, unfortunately. As a matter of fact, one of the reasons Lord Kellos originally granted Kalatha to the war maids and why the Crown recognized it as a free-town was our proximity to Quaysar."
"I wasn"t aware of that," Kaeritha murmured. "Tellian told me Kalatha was your oldest free-town, but I
didn"t know about Quaysar or its importance to you.""There"s no reason why you should have," Yalith pointed out. "Obviously, we would have preferred to have been able to include Quaysar under our charter. Unfortunately, the lords of Lorham have always been much less sympathetic to us than Lord Kellos was. It didn"t seem to matter much, though, given the respect and autonomy enjoyed by any temple. Whether Trisu or his ancestors approved of war maids or not, surely no sane person was going to hara.s.s or insult the temple of any G.o.d . . . or G.o.ddess. Or so we thought."
"You mean he has done that?" Kaeritha demanded sharply."I mean," Yalith said grimly, "that he"s repeatedly demonstrated his disrespect-I would even say contempt-for the temple at Quaysar. He"s insulted the Voice of Quaysar in personal conversation. He"s made it clear to her that he is not impressed by the fact that she speaks for the Mother. For that matter, he"s all but openly stated that he doesn"t believe she does speak for the Mother at all."Kaeritha was shocked. Different rulers always evidenced different degrees of reverence and respect, and some people seemed to believe that if they worshiped one G.o.d-or G.o.ddess-all of the others were irrelevant. But what sort of idiot openly showed the sort of disdain and contempt Yalith was describing?
Regardless of what he himself believed or disbelieved, such an att.i.tude was guaranteed to offend and infuriate his subjects.
"That"s all bad enough," Yalith continued in a flat, bitter voice, "but it isn"t all. Two of the Voice"s handmaidens were sent from Quaysar to Kalatha with a message from the Voice to me. They never arrived."
This time, Kaeritha was far more than merely shocked.
"Mayor Yalith, are you suggesting-?"
"I"m not prepared to suggest that Trisu personally had anything to do with their disappearance," Yalith
interrupted before Kaeritha could complete the question. "If I had any proof-or even strongly suggestive evidence-of that, I can a.s.sure you that I would already have charged him with it before Baron Tellian, as his liege, or demanded that the case be investigated by the Crown Prosecutor. But I do believe that whoever was responsible-who must have shared Trisu"s att.i.tude towards war maids generally to have done something so insane-probably took his cue from Trisu. And I am not at all satisfied with Trisu"s so-called "investigation" of the incident. He claims he can find no evidence at all to suggest what happened to the Voice"s handmaidens. Indeed, he"s gone so far as to suggest that they never disappeared at all. That the entire story is a fabrication."
Kaeritha frowned. There had been no mention of this incident in any of Trisu"s correspondence with
Tellian or his magistrates. In the wake of what Yalith had just told her, that omission took on ominous
overtones.
"The Voice hasn"t been able to determine what happened to her handmaidens?" she asked after a moment.
"Apparently not," Yalith said heavily. She sighed. "All the Voice can discover is that both of them are
dead. How they died, and exactly where, she cannot say."
A chill ran down Kaeritha"s spine. The murder of the consecrated Servants of any temple, and especially that of two acolytes sworn to the personal service of a Voice of Lillinara, was an incredibly serious matter. The fact that Trisu wasn"t tearing Lorham apart stone by stone to find the guilty parties was frightening.
And perhaps it"s also the reason Tomanak needed one of His champions involved, she thought grimly."How long ago did this happen?" she asked crisply."Not very long," Yalith replied. She glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall. "A bit less than six weeks ago, actually."Kaeritha"s mood eased just a bit. If the murders had happened that recently, then it was at least possible that Trisu hadn"t mentioned it to Tellian because he was still investigating it himself. After all, if it had happened in Lorham, it was Trisu"s responsibility to solve the crime, not Tellian"s. If he was unable to do so, he had the right-and, some would argue, the responsibility-to call upon his liege for a.s.sistance, but he might simply feel he hadn"t yet exhausted all of his own resources.Sure. He might feel that, she told herself.And the fact that it had happened that recently undoubtedly explained why nothing had been said to Tellian by Yalith or the Voice at Quaysar. Kalatha held a Crown charter. That meant that, unlike Trisu, Yalith was not one of Tellian"s va.s.sals, and as such, she had no responsibility to report anything to him. Nor, for that matter, was Tellian legally obligated to take any action on anything she did report to him, although he undoubtably would have acted in a matter this serious which involved or might involve one of his va.s.sals. As for the Voice, Trisu was the appropriate person for her to turn to for an investigation and justice. If he failed to provide them, only then was she ent.i.tled to appeal to his liege.
"Perhaps now you can see why I was surprised to see a champion of Tomanak rather than one of the
Mother"s Servants," Yalith said quietly."To be honest, so am I, a little," Kaeritha admitted, although she privately thought that the Servants of Lillinara were a little too intent on avenging victims rather than administering justice. All the same, she was surprised Lillinara hadn"t dispatched one or more of them to deal with the situation. The Silver Lady was famed for the devastating retribution she was prepared to visit upon those who victimized her followers.
"Perhaps," she went on slowly, thinking aloud, "if Trisu is as hostile towards you as you"re saying-hostile enough to extend his feelings towards the war maids into public disrespect for Lillinara-She and Tomanak felt it might be better for Him to send one of His blades. The fact that I"m a woman may make me a bit more acceptable to you war maids and to the Voice, while the fact that I serve Tomanak rather than Lillinara may make me acceptable to Trisu despite the fact that I"m a woman."
"I hope something does, Dame Kaeritha," Yalith said soberly. "Because if something doesn"t bring about a marked improvement in what"s happening here in Kalatha and Lorham sometime soon, it"s going to spill over."
Kaeritha looked at her, and she grimaced."Kalatha"s status as our oldest free-town means all war maids tend to keep up with events here, Milady, and I just explained why Quaysar is important to all of us. If Trisu and those who think like him are able to get away with running roughshod over us here, then they may be inspired to try the same thing anywhere else. That would be bad enough, but to be perfectly honest, I"m actually more concerned about how the war maids will react. Let"s be honest. Most of us aren"t all that fond of men in positions of authority, anyway. If Trisu proves our distrust is well founded, it"s going to cause our own att.i.tudes to harden. I can a.s.sure you that at least some of the war maids are just as bitter and just as prejudiced against the Trisus of the world as Trisu could ever be against us, and some of those women are likely to begin acting upon their bitterness if they feel we"ve been denied justice in this case. And if that happens, then everything we"ve accomplished over the past two hundred and fifty years is in jeopardy."
Kaeritha nodded, blue eyes dark as she contemplated the spiraling cycle of distrust, hostility, and
potential violence Yalith was describing.
"Well, in that case, Mayor," she said quietly, "we"ll just have to see to it that that doesn"t happen, won"t we?"
* * * Thalar Keep, the ancestral seat of the Pickaxes of Lorham, was a considerably more modest fortress then Hill Guard Castle. Then again, the town of Thalar (calling it a "city" would have been a gross exaggeration) was far, far smaller than Balthar. Still, the castle, with its two curtain walls and ma.s.sive, square central keep, was of respectable antiquity. Indeed, it looked to Kaeritha"s experienced eye as if the outer walls were at least a couple of centuries younger than the original keep. There was nothing remotely like finesse about the castle"s architecture or construction. It was uncompromisingly angular, laid out with an obvious eye for fields of fire for the archers expected to man its battlements in time of emergency. Whoever had designed it, though-a.s.suming anything like an actual "design" process had been part of its construction-had clearly been less concerned about what an enemy with capable siege engineers might have done to it. It was dominated by a higher ridge to the east, beyond accurate bow range but well within reach for the sort of ballistae someone like the Empire of the Axe might have deployed. Nor was the castle moated. It was built on what appeared to be an artificial mound, too, rather than bedrock, which would have been highly vulnerable to mining operations.
Of course, she mused as Cloudy carried her up the very slight slope towards Thalar, the people who"d built that castle had probably had their fellow Sothoii, or possibly Horse Stealers, in mind. Neither the cavalry-oriented Sothoii nor the relatively unsophisticated hradani would have been in much of a position to take advantage of the weaknesses evident to Kaeritha.
Despite its small size, compared to Balthar, Thalar appeared to be relatively prosperous. There were few houses over two stories in height, but all of the dwellings Kaeritha could see appeared to be well maintained and clean. Despite the incessant spring rains, the local farmers had managed to get their fields plowed, and the first blush of green crops showed vividly against the furrows" rich, black topsoil. And, of course, there were the endless paddocks, training rings, and stables of Trisu"s home stud farm.
There were laborers in the fields, and most of them paused to look up and study Kaeritha as Cloudy trotted past. Like Thalar itself, they seemed to be st.u.r.dy and well fed, if not wealthy, and almost despite herself, Kaeritha was forced to concede that first appearances suggested that Trisu, whatever his other failings, took excellent care of his people and his holding.
The road up to Thalar Keep was at least marginally better maintained than the muddy track Kaeritha had followed across the Wind Plain. She was grateful for that, and so was Cloudy. The mare picked up her
pace as she recognized journey"s end. No doubt she was looking forward to a warm stall and a bucketful of oats and bran.
Kaeritha chuckled at the thought, then drew rein as she approached the castle"s outer gatehouse and a
bugle blared. Her eyebrows rose as she recognized the bugle call. It was a formal challenge, a demand to stand and be recognized, and it was unusual, to say the least, for a single rider to be greeted by it. On the other hand, she could see at least six archers on the wall. Under the circ.u.mstances, she decided, compliance was probably in order.
She and Cloudy stopped just beyond the gatehouse"s shadow, and she looked up as a man in the crested
helmet of an officer appeared on the battlement above her.
"Who are you? And what brings you to Thalar Keep?" the officer shouted down in a nasal ba.s.s voice. It was unfortunate that his natural voice made him sound querulous and ill-tempered, Kaeritha thought.
"I am Dame Kaeritha Seldansdaughter," she called back in her clear, carrying soprano, carefully not smiling as his helmeted head twitched in obvious surprise at hearing a woman"s voice. "Champion of Tomanak," she continued, fighting not to chortle as she pictured the effect that was likely to have upon him. "Here to see Lord Trisu of Lorham on the War G.o.d"s business," she finished genially, and sat back in the saddle to await results.
There was a long moment of motionless consternation atop the battlements. Then the officer who had challenged her seemed to give his entire body a shake and whipped around to gabble orders at one of the archers. The archer in question didn"t even wait to nod in acknowledgment before he went speeding off.
Then the officer turned back to Kaeritha.
"Ah, you did say a champion of Tomanak, didn"t you?" he inquired rather tentatively."Yes, I did," Kaeritha replied. "And I"m still waiting to be admitted," she added pointedly."Well, yes-" the fl.u.s.tered officer began. Then he stopped. Clearly, he had no idea how to proceed when faced with the preposterous, self-evidently impossible challenge of a woman who claimed to be not only a knight, but a champion of Tomanak, as well! Kaeritha understood perfectly, but she rather hoped the average intelligence level of Trisu"s officers and retainers was higher than this fellow seemed to imply.
"I"m getting a crick in my neck shouting up at you," she said mildly, and even from where she sat in Cloudy"s saddle she could see the fiery blush which colored the unfortunate man"s face.
He turned away from her once more, shouting to someone inside the gatehouse.
"Open the gate!" he snapped, and hinges groaned as someone began obediently heaving one of the ma.s.sive gate leaves open.
Kaeritha waited patiently, hands folded in plain sight on the pommel of her saddle, until the gate was fully open. Then she nodded her thanks to the still fl.u.s.tered officer and clucked gently to Cloudy. The mare tossed her head, as if she were as amused as her mistress by the obvious consternation they"d caused, then trotted forward with dainty, ladylike grace.
The unfortunate officer from the battlements was waiting for her in the courtyard beyond the gatehouse by the time she emerged from the gate tunnel. Seen at closer range, he was rather more prepossessing
than Kaeritha"s first impression had suggested. Not that that was particularly difficult, she thought dryly.
His coloring was unusually dark for a Sothoii, and he stared up at her, his brown eyes clinging to the embroidered sword and mace of Tomanak, glittering in gold bullion on the front of Kaeritha"s poncho.
From his expression, he would have found a fire-breathing dragon considerably less unnatural, but he was at least trying to handle the situation as if it were a normal one.
"Ah, please forgive my seeming discourtesy, Dame . . . Kaeritha," he said. There was a slight
questioning note in his p.r.o.nunciation of her name, Kaeritha noticed, and nodded pleasantly, acknowledging his apology even as she confirmed that he had it right. "I"m afraid," the officer continued with a surprisingly genuine smile, "that we"re not accustomed to seeing champions of Tomanak here in Lorham."