“What is this Aegis?” Stefan asked.
“The Chronicles refer to it very vaguely. It is some type of weapon or power strong enough to defend against or to protect the gods.”
“You seem to suggest they’ll escape the Nether somehow or if they did, would need protection.” Stefan smirked as he touched the sword. “They’re gods. This is simple silversteel.”
“Why the gods would need protection is beyond any of us, my dear,” Thania said.
“Are you certain he isn’t aware of this?” Stefan touched the new weapon’s hilt.
“Unless he can get someone into the heart and soul of the Iluminus past several dozen High Ashishin, Raijin and worse, then, no.”
Stefan whistled. “They moved the Chronicles into the Halls of the Exalted?”
“Indeed,” Galiana replied.
“So, until we find out how to use the sword, what do I do?” Stefan regarded Anton and Celina even now doubting the decision he was being led to make.
“Nerian is willing to give you a year to spend with your family before he begins his campaign,” Galiana said. “He will use the time to recruit. I will translate the other parts of the Chronicles I have copied by then.”
Stefan paced across the room. “I don’t know. If all this is true, if Nerian is threatening my family, if he is now a lunatic like you say ….” He shook his head. “Pretending to side with him, hiding my feelings might be beyond me.” Every fiber of his being told him to take his family and flee, but he also knew he could no such thing without guaranteed safety. Not to mention his men to whom he’d promised peace and a prosperous future. If this was all true, the lives of many rested on his shoulders. He stopped. What if Galiana is lying and this is some Tribunal plot? What if it isn’t? Stefan squeezed his eyes shut.
“My dear heart, I don’t think you will need to hide how you feel,” Thania said. “For this to work, for you to keep us safe, you must let Nerian see your anger. Let him be aware of how this situation fuels you. Only then will he believe you’re sincere in aiding him in this endeavor. Anything less and he will be suspicious. Not only will he not let you close to him then, but he may take us anyway.”
Stefan stared tenderly at his children, gritting his teeth against hopelessness. “What if he decides to take you all regardless of what I do?”
“Until now Nerian has followed the teachings of the Disciplines more closely than anyone,” Galiana said, “including you.”
“‘Demand honor but first show righteousness,’” Stefan quoted, temper flaring. “His recent actions violate the third Discipline.”
“Unless he thinks what he’s doing is righteous,” Thania countered.
Stefan bristled at his wife’s words.
She shrugged. “There’s no distinction to determine exactly what’s righteous.”
He looked to Galiana for support but the wry smile on her face told whose side she supported. “Fine,” he said grudgingly. They were correct. Some of the Disciplines were left open to their moral interpretation. This allowed some freedom in the decision–making process for any leader who followed them. One thing became evident over the passage of years. A leader who followed them developed a strong belief from his men that led to victories skill alone could not achieve His own Unvanquished were living proof. Following this line of thought, Nerian would allow him to lead because the men fought with a fervor for Stefan they might not have for their King.
“One year.” Stefan sighed, and then peered longingly toward Anton and Celina.
Self–sacrifice is often the greatest motivator for man and nation. Another of the Disciplines. He would treasure the time he had left with his children; it could be his last. When Perta entered moments later with a flagon of his wife’s kinai wine, Stefan barely noticed the taste.
After Galiana left, and Perta reported she’d been escorted from the premises, Stefan turned to Thania in the privacy of their room. Both Anton and Celina were asleep on their own bed. “Do you believe her?”
The lamplight shone more golden in his wife’s eyes. “As far as?”
“About all of it. Nerian’s intentions, her translations of the Chronicles … this sword. This is so convenient it must be a trap. Better yet, one of the Tribunal’s intricate conspiracies.”
“Galiana and I have been friends for over a century. In that time, I have yet to see her so adamant about anything except when she led the Tribunal’s Matii against the shade.” Thania kept her gaze locked on his. “But I also know better than to completely trust anyone but you, my love. Whatever you decide, I’ll be here to back you. At least consider what she asked of you.” She glanced away from him toward the children’s bed. “We have more than us to think about now. If you must, give Nerian the benefit of the doubt. I realize what he means to you. Maybe there is more to the Tribunal than Galiana is letting on. Even when I was among them, they kept many secrets. Whatever it is, for our children’s sake, we must support the correct side. And we must be careful in doing so.”
“What if this is some prophecy come true?”
Thania looked at him askance. “You? Believing in gods shaping fate?”
“Not necessarily, but …” Stefan told her about his encounter with the Svenzar.
When he finished, Thania seemed lost in thought.
“Well?” he asked.
“I have seen enough in my life to believe in the gods and their touch on the world, both good and bad. A balance exists in all things, but as far as prophecies go, I’m uncertain.” Thania focused on him. “If we follow the teachings of our philosophers, fate and prophecy are nothing more than the paths a man may weave for himself. It is similar to math: adding or taking away from something produces a certain result. Are the paths limited?” She shrugged. “Who knows? However, I do believe, even more so now since being with you, that whatever it is, a man shapes his own fortune. You made the decision you thought was best. Whatever comes of it we will face that storm together for the sake of our children’s future. Nothing and no one can stand in the way. Not Galiana, not Nerian, not the Svenzar … no one.”
Stefan nodded. For the first time in a while, tightness eased from his shoulders. With Thania’s support, difficulty became a trifle. Patience was his strong point. He strode over to her and took her hand. When he bent to kiss her, all thoughts of his troubles left him for a moment. All that existed was her smell, her silky hair, her body pressing against his as he pushed her down onto the bed.
But as they made love, the meeting with the Svenzar wormed its way into his head. He hoped for the sake of his people he’d made the correct choice.
CHAPTER 10
As the sun drifted high enough to illuminate the broad shoulders and soaring peaks of the Cogal Drin Mountains, Celina and Anton skipped along the garden path. Rose vines climbed up one side of the villa, the red and yellow blooms adding color to the otherwise drab sandstone and granite walls. Two months had passed since Stefan came home, and these daily walks with his children were now a routine he anticipated. His children brought a smile to his face, made him laugh outright at some new antic, or caused him to stare in wide–eyed amazement at how quickly they learned. More often than not, they grasped the wrong things the fastest especially swear words. He needed to remember to watch his mouth in front of them.
A squeal from Celina, followed by Anton’s giggle, revealed the boy chasing her while brandishing some new insect he discovered. They ran around a circular hedge of blue bellflowers. When they returned from the other side, Anton was still after her, but this time she had somehow gotten his favorite toy soldier crafted by one of Benez’s woodworkers from him. Her own doll in her other hand, Celina was the one laughing.
Stefan basked in the joy of watching them at play while inhaling the sweet scents. Blue and yellow bellflowers highlighted most of the hedges. Carved in circles and squares, the garde
ns extended several hundred feet, sloping down from the villa toward Tezian Avenue. Servants tended to the flowers and small trees, making sure each stayed uniform. Beyond the gardens grew Thania’s small kinai orchard. The red fruit stood out in the bright sunlight as several workers under Perta’s direction harvested them. The day was another good one, not chilly like the past week.
The synchronous thud of marching feet announced another five–guard patrol travelling down Tezian Avenue. Right on time this evening, Stefan noted. He still had difficulty adjusting to their regularity. At night, a watch joined them. His inquiries about the increased security revealed assassination attempts on the King and several of his court members. Since the first attack, when Nerian lost the Knight General that Cerny had replaced, there had been no further deaths. Cerny’s promotion still bothered him. Despite the Knight General being a powerful Alzari who seemed to enjoy kissing royal ass, Stefan could not picture the benefits, not when other competent Alzari made up the King’s High Council. The Nerian he knew was meticulous in making his choices; there had to be some special factor he simply was missing.
“Papa.”
Stefan glanced down to Celina’s voice and the pull of tiny hands on his trousers. The patter of small feet announced Anton’s arrival next to his sister. With her doll, Celina pointed toward the colonnade at the villa’s entrance.
Stefan allowed his gaze to follow her toy. What he thought had been the usual patrol was marching through the gate. They took up positions next to the columns. Ahead of them rode Knight General Cerny on a roan gelding. Speak of a shadeling and one will appear. Stefan shook his head.
Back straight, chest puffed out like the prideful fool he was, Cerny wore a formal green jacket with silver scrollwork on the sleeves. Sunlight glinted off the three golden knots of his station attached at the chest. One of Stefan’s guards approached the Knight General. The guard bowed and a conversation ensued between the two. Cerny gave a dismissive wave of his hand then continued up the colonnade.
Stefan’s lips curled—both at the Knight General’s presence and for not hearing the horse’s hooves ringing on the flagstones when the patrol approached. “Children go inside to your mother.” He peered over to the kinai orchard. Perta was riding hard toward the villa’s stables and its rear entrance. Knowing Cerny could not see him yet, Stefan hurried toward the front door.
This section of hedge was taller than the rest. Unable to catch a glimpse of the Knight General any longer, Stefan waited. Time passed as he listened to the unhurried clip–clop of hooves. As the sound drew closer, his hand drifted to his sword. He inhaled a deep breath and forced himself to relax.
“Greetings, Lord Cerny. Welcome to the Dorn home,” said Perta’s high–pitched voice.
“Thank you. I have come for your master … at the King’s request.”
“Ah,” Perta said. “Clesi, Dani, fetch some spiced wine and fruit for the Knight General. I’m sure he must be a tad warm on a day like this.”
“Thank you.”
A rustle of sound reached Stefan.
“No. I won’t be staying long so taking my mount is unnecessary. Perta, is it?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Lord Dorn?”
“Ah, yes. Pardon me, I forgot that quickly. He’s in the gardens I think. One moment, let me send someone to find him.”
Head tilted as if he was inspecting the mix of bellflowers and the rose bush winding up the trellis, Stefan stepped around the hedge and onto the colonnade.
“No need,” Cerny said.
As Stefan turned toward Cerny, he widened his eyes. “Knight General Cerny? What a surprise. No one informed me you were coming today.”
“The King sent me for you … sir.”
“Oh? Why?”
Cerny’s thin brows rose. “Did you forget? The games?”
“Actually, I did,” Stefan said. “I have not been able to think about much besides my children.” He gave a warm smile. “Perta, fetch my mount, please.”
“Yes, my lord.” Perta bowed and hurried away.
“I see you are taking special care of your gardens once again,” Cerny said.
“They’re Thania’s pride and joy. When she’s happy so am I.”
“I’d find that kind of attachment burdensome.” Cerny’s gaze roved across the grounds. “I would much rather go hunting.”
“You? Hunting?” Stefan stifled a laugh.
“What about it?”
“I’m sorry,” Stefan said with a shake of his head. “I have a hard time picturing you as a hunter.”
Cerny’s eyes narrowed. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly as it sounds. You don’t appear the type who goes out to the forests to hunt.”
“Who said anything about the forest?” Cerny’s lips spread in a slow smile. “My hunts are more subtle. I have a nose for sniffing out conspiracies and the like against the King.”
Stefan kept his face straight and regarded Cerny with a cool expression. “Sounds useful but I much rather hunting in the wild myself.”
“There’s no more challenging game than man,” Cerny said, his eyes searching Stefan’s face.
“On that we agree.” The Knight General appeared far too comfortable for Stefan’s liking, like a cat batting around a mouse. “Speaking of games … what were you playing at by not informing me of the instability in the elements and the reason you took the Alzari? Was my warning about undermining my authority not clear enough?”
“My task wasn’t to inform you. As for why I took the Alzari,” Cerny shrugged, “I did tell you they were the King’s orders, did I not? But you wanted to flaunt your authority in front of your men.”
“Do you always follow those commands to the letter?”
“Don’t you?” Cerny still smiled. “Wait, no you don’t. Your orders were to kill all the Astocans. Whatever lives were lost because of you disobeying the King’s orders are on your hands. My sole purpose is administering the King’s wishes—for as he goes so does Seti.”
Stefan wanted to reach out and choke the man when he thought about the crazed Ashishin and the dead, but in ways, what happened was his fault, at least partially. “You should have warned me instead of allowing my men and innocents to die.”
Cerny leaned forward. “What innocents? There is Seti then the enemy. Remember that.” Cerny straightened. “Look, we can both stop pretending. You don’t like me, and my sentiments for you are the same. As for the Astocans, you did as expected.” Cerny let out an amused grunt. “You think me a fool, Stefan. You may have made a good Knight Commander at one time, but you are losing touch, becoming soft. Do not allow it to be the end of you. You hold your post for now … but know this, one day it will be mine.”
Stefan arched an eyebrow at Cerny’s boldness. Forcing his hand to stroke his clean–shaven chin rather than reach for his sword took a great deal of effort. A time existed when none dared speak to him in such a fashion. While he often returned from war to many changes, this one in particular he did not anticipate. Added to how different Nerian had grown, Cerny’s direct challenge let Stefan know he needed to tread with caution.
He’d miscalculated much about the Knight General. The man was more adept than he let on. Cerny had used that against him. By mending the Astocans, not only did I appear rebellious, but I cost a few lives. Then I came home and refused the King’s request to lead his army. What must Nerian be thinking of me now? Stefan couldn’t help the twitch of his lips. The Knight General might be a terrible strategist when it came to war, but he seemed to be a master at manipulation. How much of the events happening in Seti were the King’s own doing and how much was Cerny’s influence? Worse yet, were the rumored assassination attempts on the King and those achieved on some members of the court any of Cerny’s plots?
“What’s to stop me from st
riking your head from your shoulders right now?” Stefan asked, playing the part of his old self.
“Other than the fact I’m an Alzari?” Cerny scoffed. “I have the King’s ear and men who will say you attacked me without provocation.” His head gave a slight shift toward the guards near the pillars. “And well, then there’s your family to think about. You—”
“You’re the second person to make me feel as if they’re threatening my family,” Stefan said softly. He gave the Knight General a dead–eyed stare. “Be warned, Cerny. Neither the King nor the gods themselves can save you if you make such a mistake again.”
Cerny licked his lips. “You misunderstand. I was pointing out your family would struggle without your presence.”
“Where am I going? I don’t plan to leave or retire any time soon. In all honesty, it’s you who misunderstood. In my family, I’m the weakest. I wouldn’t wish Thania’s wrath on my worst enemy. You’re far from that.” Stefan allowed himself a slow smile.
Hooves on the cobbles announced Perta’s return with the mount. Stefan purposefully turned his back to Cerny, took the reins to his favorite black stallion, and mounted. When he met the little man’s gaze once more, Cerny’s eyes were tight and his face dark with anger.
“It’s been a nice chat, but as you say, the King awaits. Shall we?” With a flick of his hand, Stefan shooed the Knight General away, making it plain he no longer wanted the man’s presence on his premises.
CHAPTER 11
The journey to the amphitheater dragged by without any further conversation. Although he didn’t fear Cerny, Stefan still kept an eye on him. He would be a fool to overlook the man now. He’d considered bringing his own guard complement, but that would have played into Cerny’s hands. He much preferred the man to be confident. Overconfident, if possible. For now, he intended to keep up appearances that Cerny’s maneuvering did not bother him. He doubted the Knight General would have the nerve to make an attempt on his life in daylight anyway. Cerny was more the type to brandish a knife in the dark.
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