"What"s this?" she said.
"We"re to keep you safe, Majesty," Leafton said. "The duke"s orders. No need for you to be down in there where a stray arrow or lance might find you."
"Artwair is my my general," she replied. "His orders weigh less than mine. Resume the charge, or by the saints, I"ll go down without you." general," she replied. "His orders weigh less than mine. Resume the charge, or by the saints, I"ll go down without you."
"Majesty-"
"Your only possible response, Captain Leafton, is "Yes, Majesty.""
"Yes, Majesty," he sighed. Then, in a louder voice: "Resume charge."
They struck what remained of the right flank, but there was little resistance to speak of. In moments the army of Hansa broke and ran, with her knights cutting them down from behind. Anne saw that some of their cavalry had managed to form up and were trying to help cover their fleeing comrades, without much success.
And so she found herself in the center of the camp, the dead and dying spread around her. She felt something swelling inside her, a terrible glee, and realized the woman was there, alive in the power that Anne was funneling through her.
You see? You see what real strength is? And this is only the beginning.
"Good," Anne said, exhilarated.
"Something"s wrong," Leafton said.
"How so?"
"This doesn"t look like five thousand men, not even half of that."
Wait... The arilac sounded suddenly uncertain, something Anne never had sensed from her before. The arilac sounded suddenly uncertain, something Anne never had sensed from her before.
"What is it?"
The h.e.l.lrune! The h.e.l.lrune saw this, too! He"s a step ahead of you! Anne, flee!
Anne turned to Leafton, but he already had an arrow in his eye, and shafts were falling about them like rain from the north. She knew a sharp rush of pain as one cut along her arm, and then there were shields all around her.
"Someone sound the retreat," she screamed. "We"ve been tricked. We"ve got to get back to the infantry."
A moment later the cornet shrilled. Her own guard was already in motion, charging back up the way they had come, but there were hors.e.m.e.n there, charging right down at them. It looked like double their number.
CHAPTER TEN.
KAITHBAURG.
SINISTER BLACK WALLS beneath dark skies surrounded by leagues of desert rubble: That was what Neil expected of Kaithbaurg. That certainly was how it was in the stories his old neiny Eley had told him when he was a little bern. Kaithbaurg, the city of black towers where evil dwelt. beneath dark skies surrounded by leagues of desert rubble: That was what Neil expected of Kaithbaurg. That certainly was how it was in the stories his old neiny Eley had told him when he was a little bern. Kaithbaurg, the city of black towers where evil dwelt.
But the road took them through pleasant fields, woodlands, and bustling little market towns. In the nineday it took to reach the heart of Hansa, they camped only once, resting instead in comfortable inns or castles. His Hanzish sharpened until he almost didn"t have to concentrate at all to speak or understand it, even though the country dialects were much softer and less clipped than the coastal vernacular he had learned.
Still, until the road crested a ridge and he actually saw Kaithbaurg, the image of brutal black walls with merlons like shark"s teeth was still in his mind.
Well, there were walls and towers, but that was about as close as his old neiny had come to the truth.
He realized they had drawn to a stop.
"You can see it best from here," Berimund said. "It"s my favorite view."
"I can see why," the queen mother said. "One can really see most of it, it seems."
It was true. Whereas Eslen was built on a rather dramatic hill, the loftiest point of Kaithbaurg wasn"t terribly higher than the lowest, which was the Donau River. The watercourse cut the city into two roughly semicircular parts: a smaller one on their side of the river and a much larger one on the northern side. Three great spans connected them.
Both parts of the city were surrounded by double walls of grayish-white stone. The outer wall was low and towerless. Just inside of it was a broad ca.n.a.l and then an embanked inner wall that looked about six or seven kingsyards high. The inner walls were guarded by a number of elegant, efficient-looking drum towers.
Towers bristled everywhere, in fact: delicate clock belfries with steepled roofs of black slate or green copper, ma.s.sive cylindrical bastions wherever the walls met the river, sky-reaching gatehouse spires on the bridges.
More surprising was that although houses of all sorts were packed within the walls, Neil also could make out a good bit of green, as if there were fields in there.
The northern side of the city sloped gently up to another wall of darker-looking stone that encircled the hilltop, and the roof of some sort of keep or palace built of white stone could be partly seen.
"That"s the castle?" Neil asked, pointing to the last feature.
Berimund smiled. "A warrior"s question, eh? That"s the palace, yes. Everything inside of those older walls is Hauhhaim; that was the first city, here before everything else. Come down toward the river, and that"s Nithirhaim. The part nearest us, with all the green, is Gildgards. The west side of town-you can"t see it well from here-that"s Niujaim. On our side of the river, that"s Suthstath."
"You like your city," Alis commented.
Berimund nodded. "It"s the most wonderful city in the world. I"m eager to show it to Her Majesty."
"Let"s hope your father allows that, then," Muriele responded.
"You"ll see a bit on the way to the palace," Berimund said.
Neil thought he was sidestepping the queen"s implied question, which wasn"t a good sign.
They entered through the Suthstath gate and found themselves in a busy market square with a fountain pool in the center and a statue, which by his winged shoes and staff Neil took to be Saint Turm. Across the square stood a ma.s.sive temple with double clock towers.
The people all stopped what they were doing and bowed as Berimund pa.s.sed. They continued on as the square narrowed back to a street, and moments later they were crossing one of the bridges, the center one, in fact. The river was active with boats of all sorts but mostly barges and medium craft with triangular sails. Neil wondered what defenses he didn"t see in the waters below: chains, probably, or catches that could be raised to hold an enemy to be bombarded from the bridge.
There was nothing like Thornrath or the fastness here, but Neil had to admit that the town was well made. He could only hope the Hansan army hadn"t been built by the same architects.
Muriele"s chest felt tight as they crossed the Donau. She was well and truly here now. Berimund had been willing to let her return home. Why hadn"t she? Once it had been made clear to her that Marcomir had lost any sense of tradition and honor, why had she continued? True, Berimund had promised her protection, but did that really mean anything?
Marcomir must know that keeping her hostage wouldn"t deter Anne. Robert had had her hostage, and Anne had attacked Eslen anyway. Everyone knew that story by now.
She was proud of Anne in a way that she had never imagined. Who could have ever foreseen her returning with such strength and character? Who could have imagined her as queen? But the changes in Anne that had made all that possible also made her very little like the daughter Muriele knew. Anne was distant, surrounded by her Sefry and the Vitellian swordsman, by warriors who loved her. She had become strange, inward, always listening to voices no one else could hear. There was even, at times, something a little frightening about her.
"What is it?" Alis asked.
Muriele looked up, realizing that instead of taking in the fresh sights of Kaithbaurg, she had been staring at her reins.
"I was just thinking what a relief it was, at first, to have the crown off my head," she said.
"You mean when Anne took it?"
"No, actually when Robert took it. True, I was a prisoner, but that relieved me of any chance of making bad choices. Nothing was my fault anymore."
"I suppose that"s one way of looking at it."
"I"m just wondering if I"ve done it again."
"You think you came here to be imprisoned?
Muriele looked up, but Berimund was ahead, explaining his city to Neil, and the other riders were giving the two women plenty of s.p.a.ce.
"Anne sent sent me here, Alis." me here, Alis."
Alis frowned. "The emba.s.sy was your idea."
"So I thought. But when I went to her about it, she already seemed to know. She tried to hide it, but she knew. One of her visions, I suppose. And she was very particular that I bring you and Neil along."
"I would have been with you anyway."
"But not Sir Neil. He should still be recovering."
"Interesting," Alis said. "I wonder what she expects us to do."
"We shouldn"t talk about this," Muriele said, remembering that there were monks who could hear a cricket chirp a hundred miles away. Maybe that was why they had been given the s.p.a.ce to talk, so that they would. "It"s probably nothing."
"Probably," Alis said. "I think you"re worried over nothing. It will be much more dangerous to talk in the castle."
"I know. How much do you know about the castle?"
"I know it"s called Kunijosrohsn."
"I mean, was it constructed like Eslen? In the particulars of the walls, I mean?"
Alis shook her head slightly, showing that she understood the reference to Eslen"s secret pa.s.sages. "I don"t know. Most of it is much younger than Eslen. I don"t think the same, ah, architects were involved. But I can"t be certain."
"Well, let"s hope we know why we"re here when the time comes."
"You came here to try to make peace," Alis said. "Remember?"
"And I will try, earnestly. But I no longer have much hope."
"The war is only just starting. Things will change when one side or the other begins to have an advantage. Then you will be Crotheny"s voice here."
"That"s true. Of course, the last war with Hansa went on for ten years."
"Well, let"s hope the food here is good, then."
The Kunijosrohsn was something of a surprise, and even Muriele, who did not have the eye of a military man, could see that it hadn"t been built for serious defense. It was rather like a large manse, rectangular in shape, four stories high, and hollowed out by an immense inner courtyard. There were a few towers, but they looked more decorative than useful.
Men took their horses, and Berimund escorted them into the interior, down a series of halls, and up three flights of stairs so that Muriele was certain they were bound for one of the towers. Instead, they were shown into a large suite of rooms with large windows, elegantly appointed.
"Majesty, if this suits you, these will be your rooms."
Muriele peered out the window. She had a beautiful view of the east side of the city, the winding Donau, and the plain beyond.
"It suits me very well," she said. "Thank you, Prince."
"I"ll send some servants for you to choose from. I hope after you"ve had some time to freshen up, you"ll join me at my table tonight."
"I accept your invitation," she said. "I wonder if your father will be there."
"I"m going to talk to him now," Berimund replied.
"I would like to speak to him at his earliest convenience."
"Of course, Majesty. I will so inform him."
But when they arrived in Berimund"s dining hall a few bells later, Marcomir wasn"t there.
Muriele stood politely as she was introduced to a dozen Hansan lords and their ladies standing at the long oaken table. None of them seemed to be above the rank of greft, and they all seemed about the same age as Berimund.
The hall itself was roomy and candle-lit, hung with tapestries of hunting scenes. Two white staghounds prowled hopefully around the table, and beyond all of that she could see the open door of the kitchen and several servants bustling about. Woodsmoke hung in the air, along with delicious odors, familiar and strange.
Mead was brought, which Muriele thought too sweet, followed by some pears and unfamiliar berries that were excellent.
Berimund rose and said something in Hanzish, and all the lords came to their feet. Berimund lifted his goblet and tilted it toward Muriele. Muriele remained seated. She hadn"t retained a lot from her childhood tutoring, but the various etiquettes of the civilized nations had remained with her.
"To Queen Muriele of Crotheny, a matchless beauty. The saints keep you hale and happy. Whairnei! Whairnei!"
"Whairnei!" they all repeated, and, after drinking, took their seats. they all repeated, and, after drinking, took their seats.
"You are all far too kind," Muriele said, relieved that the toast was short. She wondered how many more she would have to endure.
Fifteen during the first course, as it turned out.
Meat came out next: roasted venison with what she thought was a cherry sauce, suckling pig with leek puree, fried hare in some sort of plum sauce, lamb-and-cheese pie, and a second pie of apples, quinces, and beef.
"Prince Berimund," Muriele asked as she finished cleaning a venison rib and tossed it to one of the hounds, "I wonder if you gave your father my message."