Percepliquis trr-6

by Michael J. Sullivan

  Magnus pointed. “Across the square from the Cenzarium, of course. Just like in the old city.”

  “At least we will be close neighbors,” Hadrian said.

  “We can have lunches together.” Arista grinned at him.

  “And in between them will be a fountain and statue of Alric, Wyatt, and Elden,” Modina explained.

  “Well?” Hadrian asked her.

  Arista narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. “You’re replacing yourself with us, aren’t you?” she asked Nimbus.

  “Yes, you are to be the seeds of a new grand council.”

  “At least you’re honest. All right,” she said, and then glared at Magnus. “But I will be the one to decorate the interior of the Cenzarium. I’ve seen dwarven tastes and it isn’t conducive to the Art.”

  Magnus scoffed and grumbled something under his breath.

  The door to the palace opened and Royce stepped out. “Hadrian, do you know where-” Royce stopped the instant he saw Nimbus, a look of shock on his face.

  “Royce?” Hadrian asked.

  Royce said nothing but continued to stare at the wigged chancellor.

  “Oh, that’s right,” Modina said. “You’ve never met Nimbus, have you?”

  “Yes-yes, I have,” Royce said. He stepped forward, approaching the chancellor. “I thought you were dead.”

  “No,” Nimbus replied. “I’m still alive, my dear friend.”

  Everyone looked at them, confused.

  “But how?”

  “Does it matter?”

  “I came back,” Royce told him. “I tried to free you. I tried to save you, but Ambrose told me…”

  “I know, but I wasn’t the one who needed to be freed, and I wasn’t the one you needed to save.”

  The morning arrived bright and clear. Golden sunlight slanted across Amberton Lee, casting shadows marking the growing city that spread out like a newly planted field of hope. In the valley, a low mist, like a white cloud, shrouded the twisting Bernum River and the air was still and quiet even on the hilltop.

  Modina was already up. She wrapped a cape over her shoulders and headed out to the porch. She found Royce sitting there, his feet dangling from the side, watching the girls as they raced down the dewy hillside, chasing after Mr. Rings.

  “You realize you’re taking one of my favorite girls from me,” she said.

  He nodded. “I made Lord Wymarlin of the Eilywin tribe steward and gave him orders to set Erivan on a peaceful footing. I’ve left them alone too long and need to check on his progress.” Royce looked out at the girls. “Besides, I don’t want her growing up only knowing half the story. I need to learn it too. I have to cross the Nidwalden where no man has ever set foot, see Estramnadon and the First Tree. Three thousand years seems impossibly long now, but one day… It will be better if both sides became friendlier neighbors, I think. They aren’t ready to embrace men, and men aren’t prepared to welcome them yet, but in time… maybe.

  “I’ve asked a number of those with mixed blood to pack their belongings and meet me at Avempartha. There aren’t many of us left now-a shame, as they could make perfect ambassadors-a foot in each world, as it were. They can be bridges for the future. We’ll start there, and then I’ll send them back here. Perhaps one day we’ll see an actual bridge across the Nidwalden with carts going both ways.” He pointed at the two girls. “That is the start of it, the heir of one throne and the heir of the other chasing an overgrown rodent together.”

  Hadrian and Arista came out to the porch. They took up seats beside Royce and nodded good-morning greetings.

  “Just make sure you take good care of her,” Modina said.

  “Believe me-no harm will come to that little girl so long as I live.”

  Hadrian laughed suddenly and Modina and Arista turned to him.

  “What?” Arista asked.

  “Sorry, but I just got a vision in my mind of Mercedes’s poor would-be suitors. Can you imagine the courage of the lad capable of asking him for her hand?”

  They all laughed except Royce, whose face darkened as he muttered, “Suitors? I never really thought-”

  Hadrian slapped Royce on his shoulder. “Come on, I’ll help you with your gear.”

  Royce finished loading the last saddlebag onto a packhorse the grooms had brought out. He once again checked the cinches of the pony Mercedes would ride. He was not about to trust the security of her saddle to anyone.

  Myron was there, petting the horses’ noses and saying a blessing over them. When he caught Royce watching, he smiled and said one over the new king as well. “Goodbye, Royce. I’m so pleased to have met you. Do you remember what we talked about at the Winds Abbey the last time we were there?”

  A smile tugged at the corners of Royce’s mouth. “Everyone deserves a little happiness.”

  “Yes, never forget that. Oh, and if you find any books across the Nidwalden, bring them the next time you visit. I’d love to learn more about the elves.”

  “So this is goodbye,” Hadrian said as he and Arista came down the palace steps hand in hand.

  “You’ll finally be rid of me,” Royce told him.

  “You’ll be visiting again soon, won’t you?” Arista asked.

  He nodded and smiled. “I doubt they have Montemorcey on the other side of the river. I only have room to bring a few bottles.”

  “Then I will be sure to always have it on hand,” Arista told him. In her hands, she held out the Horn of Gylindora. “It’s supposed to go with the ruler of the elves.”

  “Thanks.”

  “No escort for the king?” Hadrian asked, looking around.

  “They are meeting us at the crossroads at the bottom of the hill beyond the forest. I didn’t want them staring at me while we said goodbye.”

  He took Arista’s hand and placed Hadrian’s on top of it. “I am officially turning him over to you. He’s your problem now. You’ll have to watch out for him and that won’t be easy. He’s naive, gullible, immature, horribly unsophisticated, ignorant about anything worth knowing, and idealistic to a fault.” He paused to make a show of thinking harder. “He’s also indecisive, pathetically honest, a horrible liar, and too virtuous for words. He gets up twice each night to relieve himself, wads his clothes rather than folds them, chews with his mouth open, and talks with his mouth full. He has a nasty habit of cracking his knuckles every morning at breakfast, and, of course, he snores. To remedy that, just put a rock under his blanket.”

  “That was you? All those nights when we camped?” Hadrian looked shocked.

  Arista put her arms around the thief and hugged him tight. Royce squeezed her back, then looked into her eyes for a long moment. “He’s a very lucky man.”

  She smiled and kissed him goodbye.

  Hadrian grabbed him next, hugging him and clapping him on the back. “Be careful out there, pal.”

  “I’m always careful. Oh, and do me a favor. See that Magnus gets this.” Royce handed him Alverstone. “Wait until I’m gone, and tell him-tell him the maker said he should have it.”

  Modina, Amilia, and Nimbus came out of the palace with the two girls and Mr. Rings, who Amilia held awkwardly in her arms. The empress was wiping tears from her cheeks and struggling to keep her lips from shaking. When she got to the steps, she bent down and hugged Mercedes, holding her for several minutes before letting her go. When she did, the little girl ran down the steps and pointed. “Is that my pony?”

  Royce nodded and Hadrian threw her up onto it.

  “Bye-bye, Allie!” she shouted, petting the pony’s mane. “I am off to become a fairy princess.” Amilia handed up the raccoon.

  Nimbus was dressed in traveling clothes, a small pack on his back and his familiar leather satchel at his side.

  “You’re leaving now as well?” Amilia hugged Nimbus.

  “I regret to say I must be off, Your Ladyship. It is time to go.”

  “I am sure your family in Vernes will be happy to see you return.”

  He smile
d and, dipping his head, removed his chain of office and placed it in her hands.

  “Where’s your horse?” Hadrian asked.

  “I don’t need one,” Nimbus replied.

  “I think the empire can spare at least that much,” Modina told him.

  “I am certain it can, Your Eminence, but I honestly prefer walking.”

  It took another round of hugs, kisses, waves, and wishes of safe travels before Royce, Mercedes, and Nimbus actually started down the slope. Allie ran alongside all the way to the trees and then waved madly before turning and running back to Modina.

  Nimbus walked with them and Royce was careful to keep a slow, even pace.

  They entered the forest and soon lost all sight of the palace, the city, and the hill. They traveled in silence, listening to the morning symphony of birdsongs and honeybees. Mercedes was mesmerized by her new pet.

  “What’s my pony’s name?” she asked.

  “I don’t think it has one yet. Would you like to name it?”

  “Oh yes… Let me see… What’s yours called, Daddy?”

  “Mine is Mouse. The empress gave her that name.”

  Mercedes crinkled her nose. “I don’t like that. Is mine a boy or a girl?”

  “Boy,” Royce told her.

  “Boy… okay, hmm.” She tapped her lips with a perplexed expression, then furrowed her brow in serious thought.

  “How about Elias?” Nimbus suggested. “Or perhaps Sterling.”

  Royce stared at the ex-chancellor, who smiled pleasantly in return.

  “Sterling is nice,” Mercedes said.

  The forest thinned and they reached the open field where the old road crossed the new ones, freshly pressed by holiday travelers, leading west to Ratibor and north to Colnora. A short distance away a group of riders in gold and blue on white mounts waited.

  “This is where we part,” Nimbus told them.

  Royce stared at the thin man in the wig. “Who are you really?”

  Nimbus smiled. “You already know that.”

  “If it hadn’t been for you…” Royce paused. “I’ve always regretted that I never said thank you.”

  “And I wish to thank you as well, Royce.”

  He was puzzled. “For what?”

  “For reminding me that anyone, no matter what they’ve done, can find redemption if they seek it.”

  The thin man turned and walked down the road toward Ratibor. Royce watched him go, then turned to his daughter. “Let’s go visit the elves, shall we?” he asked. Just then, thunder cracked from overhead, shaking the ground and rustling the leaves on the trees.

  Royce looked up at the clear blue sky, confused.

  “Look!” Mercedes said, pointing down the road.

  Royce turned to see Nimbus standing still, his head bent back, his eyes looking up.

  A white feather drifted downward. It swirled, blowing on a gentle breeze until it was close enough that the tall spindly man in the white powdered wig reached up and caught it between his fingers. He kissed it gently, then slipped it into his leather pouch. He pulled the bag closed and continued on his way, whistling a merry tune, until he passed behind a hill and was gone.

  Glossary of Terms and Names

  Abner Gallsworth: Aquesta City Administrator

  Adam: Wheeler from Ratibor

  Adeline: Queen of Alburn, married to Armand, sons: Rudolf and Hector, daughter: Beatrice

  Adwhite, Sir: Knight and poet, wrote The Song of Beringer

  Addie Wood: Mother of Thrace/Modina, wife of Theron, killed in Dahlgren

  Albert Winslow: Landless viscount used by Riyria to arrange assignments from the gentry

  Alburn: Kingdom of Avryn ruled by King Armand and Queen Adeline, member of the New Empire

  Alenda Lanaklin: Daughter of the marquis Victor Lanaklin and sister of Myron the monk

  Algar: Woodworker in Hintindar

  Allie: Daughter of Wyatt Deminthal, half-elf, once held hostage by Merrick Marius

  Alric Essendon, King: Ruler of Melengar, brother of Arista, son of Amrath

  Alverstone: al-ver-stone Dagger used by Royce

  Alysin: Elven afterlife

  Amberton Lee: Hill with old ruins not far from Hintindar, site where Arista killed two seret

  Ambrose Moor: Administrator of the Manzant Prison and Salt Works

  Amilia: Secretary to the Empress, carriage maker’s daughter, bron in Tarin Vale

  Amiter, Queen: Second wife of King Urith, sister of Androus, killed by Imperialists

  Amrath Essendon, King: am-wrath Former ruler of Melengar, father of Alric and Arista, killed by Nyphron Church

  Amril: am-rill Countess that Arista cursed with boils

  Androus Billet: Viceroy of Ratibor, murdered King Urith, Queen Amiter, and their children

  Ankor: Tribe of Ghazel

  Anna: Chamber maid of Empress Modina

  Antun Bulard: Historian and author of The History of Apeladorn, passenger on the Emerald Storm, hired to find the Horn of Gylindora

  Apelanese: Language spoken by the four kingdoms of men

  Apeladorn: ah-pell-ah-dorn The four nations of man, consisting of Trent, Avryn, Delgos, and Calis

  Aquesta: ah-quest-ah Capital city of the kingdom of Warric, seat of power for the New Empire

  Arbor: Baker in Hintindar, married to Dunstan, shoemaker’s daughter, first love of Hadrian

  Arcadius Vintarus Latimer: Professor of Lore at Sheridan University, caretaker of Allie

  Archibald Ballentyne: Earl of Chadwick, commander of Sir Breckton, promised providence of Melengar for service to the New Empire, infatuated with Empress Modina, nickname: Archie

  Arista Essendon, Princess: Sister of Alric, daughter of Amrath, Princess of Melengar, leader of rebel victory in Ratibor, former mayor pro tem of Ratibor, former Regent of Rhenydd, Witch of Melengar, imprisoned in Aquesta after trying to free Degan Gaunt

  Armand, King: Ruler of Alburn, married to Adeline, sons: Rudolf and Hector, daughter: Beatrice

  Armigil: Brew mistress of Hintindar, family friend of the Blackwaters

  Art, the: magic, generally feared due to superstition

  Arvid McDern: Son of Dillon McDern of Dahlgren

  Asendwayr: Tribe of elves, hunters

  Avempartha: Ancient elven tower, home of Gilarabrywn that attacked Dahlgren

  Avryn: ave-rin The central and most powerful of the four nations of Apeladorn, located between Trent and Delgos

  Ayers: Proprietor of the Laughing Gnome in Ratibor

  Ba Ran Archipelago: Island of the goblins

  Ba Ran Ghazel: Goblins of the sea

  Backing: Rigging a sail such that it catches the wind from its forward side, having both backed and regular rigged sails can render a ship motionless

  Bailiff: Officer who is employed to make arrests and administer punishments

  Bailey Inn: Boardinghouse routinely used by Riyria when in Aquesta

  Baldwin: Lord whose landholdings include Hintindar

  Ballentyne: bal-in-tine The ruling family of the earldom of Chadwick

  Banner: Crewmember of the Emerald Storm, one of the few survivors

  Barak: Ghetto in Trent inhabited by dwarves

  Barkers: Refugee family living in Brisbane Alley of Aquesta, father Brice, mother Lynnette, sons Finis, Hingus, and Wery

  Bartholomew: Carriage maker of Tarin Vale, father of Amilia

  Bartholomew: Priest in Ratibor

  Basil: Officer’s cook on the Emerald Storm, died at sea

  Bastion: Servant in the imperial palace

  Battle of Medford: Skirmish that occurred during Arista’s witch trial

  Battle of RaMar: Bloody fight that Hadrian once fought in

  Battle of Ratibor: Rebellion against Imperialists led by Emery Dorn and Arista

  Beatrice, Princess: Daughter of King Armand, Princesses of Alburn, Sister to Rudolf and Hector

  Belinda Pickering: Extremely attractive wife of Count Pickering, mother of Lenare, Mauv
in, Fanen, and Denek

  Bella: Cook at the Laughing Gnome in Ratibor

  Belstrads: bell-straads Noble family from Chadwick, including Sir Breckton and Wesley

  Bernard Green: Candle maker from Dunmore, living in Aquesta

  Bendlton, Brother: Cook at the rebuilt Winds Abbey

  Bennington: Guard in Aquesta

  Bently: Sergeant in the Nationalist army, promoted by Hadrian to adjunct general

  Bernard: Lord Chamberlain of the imperial palace

  Bernice: Former handmaid of Arista, killed in Dahlgren

  Bernie Defoe: Topsail crewmember of the Emerald Storm, former member of the Black Diamond thieves’ guild, hired to find the Horn of Gylindora

  Bernum Heights: Wealthiest residential district in Colnora

  Bernum River: Waterway that bisects the city of Colnora

  Beryl: Senior midshipman on the Emerald Storm, died at sea

  Bethamy, King: Ruler reputed to have had his horse buried with him

  Betrayal in Medford: Imperialist version of the play The Crown Conspiracy

  Biddings: Chancellor of the imperial palace

  Bishop: Lieutenant aboard the Emerald Storm, died at sea

  Black Diamond: International thieves’ guild centered in Colnora

  Blackwater: Last name of Hadrian and his father, Danbury

  Blinden: Quartermaster’s mate on the Emerald Storm, died at sea

  Blood Week: Time of the year when stock, that won’t be able to be fed, during the winter is butchered

  Blythin Castle: Castle in Alburn

  Boatswain: Petty officer on a ship who controls the work of other seamen

  Bocant: Family who built a lucrative industry from pork, second wealthiest merchants in Colnora

  Bothwicks: Family of peasant farmers of Dahlgren, father: Russell, mother: Lena

  Braga, Percy: Former Archduke and Lord Chancellor of Melengar, expert swordsman, uncle-in-law to Alric and Arista, killed by Count Pickering, commissioned the murder of Amrath

  Brand: Street Urchin, reputed to have killed a kid in a fight to win a tunic, nickname: Brand the Bold

  Breckton: Sir Breckton Belstrad, son of Lord Belstrad, brother of Wesley, commander of the Northern Imperial Army, knight of Chadwick, considered by many to be the best knight of Avryn

  Brideeth: Elven swear curse word, highest insult