Authors: Jr. L. E. Modesitt
Arms-Commander (38 page)
â¦All was well in Westwind in the days that followed the fall of Cyador, for though the winters were long and chill, Tower Black was warm and well provisioned, and the goods and plunder gained from the defeat of the Lornian forces fed the angels for a time, but only for a time.
Yet all was not well beyond the Westhorns, for to the east the Prefect of Gallos had sickened, and treachery infected his land. His youngest son removed his brothers and made himself ruler in all but name. Fearing the example of Westwind, the treacherous son first drove out all those from Analeria who believed that women and men should share equally in duties and rights, scourging them, and slaying any man who respected his consort. He declared that none could travel the Westhorns nor trade with the angels. Then he raised a mighty host to bring against the angels of Westwind. For he believed that, with the departure of Nylan, no mages of power remained upon the Roof of the World, and warriors though the remaining angels might be, they could not withstand the horde of armsmen that he led westward toward the heights of Westwind itself.
Yet Ryba marshaled all the angels, including those who had fled Gallos, upon a hill in the middle of a valley before a Gallosian force so numerous that they were locusts upon the land, ready to swarm over the small host of the angels and devour them. When they rode up that slope to smite and destroy the angels, Ryba signaled the sun, and the mountains trembled, and shuddered, and shuddered yet again, until half of a great mountain split away from its firmament and buried all but a few score of that horde, leaving no sign that any so engulfed in that wave of rock and soil had ever existed. And all Gallos mourned, and the darkness of grief hung heavy over the land, with orphans and widows weeping streams into the streets of towns and hamlets. And the Lord Prefect took to his deathbed.
Yet in the north, in the depths of Suthya, remained those who saw the calamities that befell Gallos as an opportunity for their own gain, and they spread coins across the troubled land of Lornth, suggesting to each lord who received such largesse that he, and he alone, should become the Overlord of all Lornth, because it was not fitting for Lornth to be ruled by a widow whose lord had failed to subdue the angels of Westwind.
As in all matters where knowledge is lacking, those in Suthya did not comprehend the depth and breadth of their folly, for Ryba dispatched Saryn of the black blades and her host to bolster the regency of Lornth. Yet when the lords of Lornth first beheld Saryn, they perceived but a woman of stature smaller than themselves, seeing even less than the fresh-faced undercaptain she resembled in form. And they gathered together, and said, “We will make an end of her and of the regency.” While they spoke thusly to each other, each in his heart desired to make an end of all those who would contest his claim to the lordship of the land, and each armed more and more of his retainers, thinking that he, and he alone, would triumph by the might of blades and bows. And some among them even enlisted the aid of their ancient foes to the west, enticing them with the honey of plunder and golds.
In the growing darkness that surrounded Saryn, as she crossed the contending holdings of Lornth, she yearned but to staunch the flow of blood and the jealous strife that plagued so many of those who held landsâ¦yet until she raised her dark blades and the forces behind them, none save the regent widow would listen to reason, only to the lure of golds and power. And so it was in the end, that their greed and their blindness turned them against the widow regent, who but wanted to save and heal the landâ¦.
Book of Ayrlyn
Section I
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Another long day's ride brought Saryn and the regent's party back into the palace courtyard just before sunset on oneday evening. As Saryn rode slowly toward the second barracks and the rear stables, she straightened in the saddle. Ahead were Westwind guards, standing in formation at attention, with Hryessa at one end.
“Present arms!”
Blades flashed into position, but something about the entire scene nagged at Saryn for a momentâuntil she looked more closely. There were three full squads of guards. Had Ryba sent two more squads? But as she rode closer, she could see the last squads consisted of unfamiliar faces, and some were very young. Had that many recruits come to Hryessa? Saryn just hoped that the recruiting had been voluntaryâvery voluntary. Even so, Saryn drew and raised a blade in response and led fourth squad past the arrayed guards to the stable. There, she had Klarisa dismiss fourth squad to unsaddling and grooming before she dismounted to meet Hryessa.
“Welcome back, Commander,” said the guard captain, with a grin.
“I see you have a few recruits,” Saryn said, smiling back.
“Yes, serâ¦and that is not all. There is almost another squad, but they are not well trained enough to join in a formal drill yet. We do not have enough mounts for all, either. Or blades, but Daryn has the old armorer's forge, and he is working on that.”
“Captain,” said Saryn, torn between laughing and being appalled, “if you would explain?”
“Within a day of when you left, some of the girls who had been pressed into being harlots came to Shalya. They asked if they could become guards. As squad leader, Shalya came to me.” Hryessa shrugged. “From what I have seen, the Lornians do not care much for what happens to women without coins, and we will be able to use them. So I followed your instructions.”
“And?” prompted Saryn.
“We have over forty in training. I saw we would not have blades enough. I know the Marshal would not have food enough for so many in the winter to come. So I sent four guards with a message to the Marshal asking for what blades she could spare. She sent back the four guards, and ten more who volunteered, with a wagon. There were but ten more short swords, besides those carried by the new guards, but the wagon held many worthless or broken blades, and Daryn and some of his tools. The Marshal sent me a letter saying that sending Daryn would be bestâ¦because he was a man and would work harder for me at forging the blades we needed.”
“Daryn's here? What about your children?”
“They came, too. No one minds. Ohâ¦and she sent you a letter also.” From her tunic, Hryessa withdrew a sealed envelope and handed it to Saryn.
Much as she would have preferred to read the missive alone, Saryn opened it, breaking the seal and letting the wax fragments fall onto the paving stones of the courtyard. She paused as her eyes followed the wax for an instant. The scraggly grass around the courtyard was gone.
Another example of Hryessa's initiative?
She shook her head and turned her attention to the letter. She needed to know what the Marshal had written before she committed herself to anything else.
Sarynâ
The future of Westwind depends on you, yet I can only spare what I have sent. With the recent influx of even more women from Analeria, we cannot feed more than what we have here now, possibly not even those if winter descends early. That is one reason why I could spare another half squad to support you.
If you can find a way to send flour or cheese or other staples before winter sets in, we would appreciate it.
Please remember what I told you in parting.
The signature was an ornate, single “R.”
Saryn lowered the missive. Just what had Ryba foreseen? She looked to Hryessa. “Exactly how did theseâ¦recruits know we would accept them?”
“You said the guards could go into the town. Some went to the cafes and the taverns, especially the Square Platter. They're more friendly there.” Hryessa shrugged. “Word got out.”
“How did the guards have the coins to frequent the taverns?”
“They did not have too many, but”âHryessa smiledâ“you must remember that there were many dead Gallosians not buried by the mountain who had no further need of rings and coins, and not all the coins found their way to the Marshal's strongboxes.”
That certainly figured, Saryn realized. She'd been in so much pain after the avalanche that she hadn't been as attentive as she should have been. “It's all been as easy as that?” She tried to keep the ironic tone out of her voice.
“No, ser. We've had problems. I have two women locked in the armsmen's brig, and every day the local patrol chief comes to make sure that they are still there. One, I think, should be whipped, and set free somewhere well away from Lornth. She stole silvers from the Square Platter, but we replaced them. The other”âthe captain shook her headâ“she took a blade and killed a man and a woman. I talked with the regent's undercaptain. He said that any punishment that is merited by the regent's armsmen is handed down by the overcaptain and approved by the regent. I said that you and the regent would decide the punishment for the two.”
Saryn withheld a sigh. She expected some problems, but not a recruit murdering a former lover or what ever the man had been. “Tell me more about the killing.”
“The woman's name is Fynna. I believe she was really a harlot, but no one would say. She took a blade to a bouncer at the Green Dog, fellow named Ritta or something like thatâ”
“Rhytter?”
“I think that's it. Anyway, the two with her tried to grab her, but she vaulted over a railing and put the blade into another harlot. That was when the two guards got her. They weren't gentle. They carried her back here.”
“We can't have that,” Saryn said. “Rhytter might have deserved it, but with her killing two, like that, there's no question on what has to happen.”
“No, ser.”
“I'll tell the Lady Regent, but I think she'll agree with a death sentence. Don't say a word until I get her agreement, though.”
“No, ser.”
Saryn could sense the relief in the guard captain, as if Hryessa knew that had to be the sentence, but she wanted Saryn's agreement. “I'll need to stable the gelding first, though.”
Hryessa nodded and stepped back, an enigmatic smile on her face.
Saryn turned to lead the gelding into the stable when a tall blond figure strode from the stable. For a moment, she was shocked. Then she shook her head and asked Dealdron, “What are you doing here?” Behind her, she could sense Hryessa slipping away.
“I came to make certain that someone was here to take proper care of your mounts,” replied Dealdron. “I am not as good a fighter as your guards. I can fight well enough against those who are not guards that no one will need to protect me, and that will free a guard for what else must be done.”
“The Marshal said you were useful,” Saryn said. “I do hope so.”
“I am not so useful as Daryn. He came to make sure that there was someone to repair and reforge the blades. None of the lowland smiths can do that.”
“I suppose he would know that.” She paused, then asked, “What about you? What can you do that the lowland ostlers and plasterers cannot?”
“Defend myself, if badly, and know that it is best not to argue with an angel.”
Saryn managed not to laugh, although she suspected Dealdron had kept much of what he'd thought to himself. “How did you persuade the Marshal to let you go?”
“I did not. I just slipped into the wagon and waited. Daryn helped.” Dealdron shrugged. “I think she knew that was what I would do.”
“Then whyâ¦?”
“She said that you needed help and that Westwind needed you to be successful. I can help, if in a small way, and I would not be able to if it had not been for you.”
“And you don't totally trust the Marshal so far as men are concerned?”
“The Marshal will keep her word,” replied Dealdron. “How she will keep it I cannot say. I know how you will keep yours. That is one reason why I am here.”
Saryn glanced toward the palace. “I'll talk to you later about how to keep making yourself useful, not that you seem to need any advice from me. I need to talk to the regent.”
“I have always listened to you.” Dealdron smiled. “Have I not?”
Saryn shook her head, again, even as she admitted, “So far.”
He extended his hand for the gelding's reins. “I will unsaddle and groom him, and your gear will be safe.”
“Thank you.”
Even after he led the gelding into the stable, and she turned and crossed the courtyard, now clean of the sparse grass that had infested it, she felt as though Dealdron's eyes were on her back. Although she appreciated his devotion, she couldn't help but worry that he was already making her into something she wasn't.
Saryn made her way to the upper-level private study, where Lyentha ushered her inside, past the guardsman, who resolutely looked away from Saryn and her weapons.
Zeldyan sat at the table, where several missives were neatly stacked. “You have that look upon your face, Commander.”
“What look?” Saryn offered what she hoped was a puzzled smile.
“The pleasant one that hides news you think I will not find to my liking.” Zeldyan sighed. “Little news is to my liking these days. What is yours?”
“Mine does not bear on the land of Lornth, but upon a murder and a theft committed by two of the young women who asked to become Westwind guards⦔ Saryn went on to explain, ending with, “â¦and it is my judgment that the thief should be whipped publicly, then sent as a servant or the like to another town. The one who killed Rhytter must be publicly executed, and soon, so that the people of Lornth know that Westwind will not tolerate offenses.”
“If you would send the thief to Rohrn, that might be best. They need people there, and she will find work. The otherâ¦Will you need an executioner? An axeman?”
“No. I'll take care of it personally.”
“You would execute one of your own?” asked Zeldyan.
“She's my responsibility. It would be wrong and cowardly to turn it over to anyone else.”
“I appreciate the courtesy of your coming to me, but you didn't have to, you know?”
“I think I did. I will announce that the sentence is in accord with the laws of both Westwind and Lornth. While I do not wish to wait, I would think that at noon the day after tomorrow might be best. That way, there will be some notice to the townspeople.”
“Even that will not please Henstrenn and Kelthyn, you know? If you did nothing, they would claim you flouted the laws of Lornth. Now, they will claim that you are a ruthless killer, even of those who flee to you.”
“A ruthless, heartless, killing bitch?” offered Saryn.
“They will not use those words, but that is what they will suggest.”
“So be it. The alternative is worse.”
“All choices for a woman in power are unsuitable. We can only pick the one that does the least damage.”
“That's true of all rulers, I would think,” Saryn offered, not sure that she believed her own words.
“It is, but the people, and especially the lord-holders, are more willing to forgive men when they make the best of two bad alternatives.”
Saryn silently agreed, but merely asked, “Have you had any word about any of the southern lord-holders?”
“Only a missive from Lord Jharyk of Nuelda. He is greatly concerned because his men have seen Jeranyi riders within a few kays of his lands.”
Saryn frowned, trying to remember where exactly Nuelda was located.
“Nuelda is southwest from here, north of Rohrn and Cardara, and on the old borders with Jerans,” explained Zeldyan. “If I had heard from Jaffrayt or Keistyn, I'd let them use their own armsmen and hope they took heavy losses. But Jharyk has been most loyal to my father⦔
“And he supports the regency because of that loyalty?”
Zeldyan nodded.
“Do you need to send armsmen yet?”
“He did not ask⦔
“But a loyal lord-holder should not have to ask, especially of a woman regent?”
“There is that.”
“Can you send him a missive telling him that you will be sending him aid shortly?”
“I cannot strip the palace⦔
“We have some recruits. I can take a full squad and a squad of them.”
“They are not as well trained, the new ones.”
“No, and some of them may die. But then, two-thirds of the original angels died on the Roof of the World in the first year.”
Zeldyan's mouth opened, just slightly. “I did not know.”
Saryn could sense something. If she'd had to guess, it would have been that the regent would have said something suggesting that it was no wonder the angels were so cold toward Candar. “We've never said. Now, it makes no difference.”
“The more I learn about you, Saryn, the more I fear what you bring to Lornth. Yet⦔
“Neither of us has many choices.” Saryn forced a smile.
“Noâ¦as women, we do not.”
“Is there anything else I should know?”
“Not at this moment.”
“Then, if you will excuse me⦔
“Goâ¦do what you must, as will I.”
Saryn inclined her head, then turned and departed.
She still needed to make her way to the Square Platter to talk to Haelora and explain what would happen, but it was already getting late, and Haelora had said, clearly, that she preferred to talk about things in the mornings.
