“Shush!” Saxthor said. “Continue, Tournak.”
“For security, the people demanded General Calamidese take the crown, declaring himself king to preserve the territory and peace. To keep his state sovereign, the general ascended the throne as the first king of Sengenwha.”
“Bet he liked that,” Bodrin said.
“We’ll never get to the end of this if you keep interrupting, Bodrin,” Saxthor said.
“Sorry.”
“The original kingdom was a third larger than it is today. It extended south to the Nhy River, and east to include all of Lake Pundar up by Lake Lemnos to the Talok Mountains.”
“What happened to it?” Bodrin asked.
Saxthor glared, and Bodrin moved behind Tonelia.
“Subsequent generations lost territory to Talok-Lemnos, then Neuyokkasin. As far as I know, Calamidese the Seventh still resents the loss of his lands to the newer, more vibrant kingdoms. The monarchs instill hatred of Neuyokkasin in their children before they can stand up.”
“You think King Calamidese still nurtures this hatred?” Saxthor asked.
Frowning, Bodrin moved back next to Saxthor but said nothing.
“Please continue, Tournak,” Saxthor said.
“The present king’s grandfather, King Calamidese V, was the dynasty’s best warrior since King Calamidese III who seized territory in the north to the Akkin River. Calamidese V was determined to regain the territory lost in the east and south. He invaded across the southern border and was initially successful until Neuyokkasin sent troops from the garrison at Olnak to check the advance of the Sengenwhan army. When the Neuyokkasinian army arrived from the south, the Sengenwhan army was already exhausted from the stalemate with Talok-Lemnosian troops in the east. The fresh Neuyokkasinian army drove Calamidese back and seized Sengenwhan territory, pushing the border back up to its present location. Sengenwha lost all the lands east of the Nhy River and the control of shipping going south off of Lake Pundar.”
“King Calamidese V died soon after. It was said he died broken by his failure to take back the hereditary lands, and for losing additional territory on the rich Vos Plain.”
“Made him a bitter man, I guess,” Saxthor said. “That’s sad.”
Tournak nodded. “King Calamidese V had drilled into his son and grandson’s heads; they must avenge the family honor. The grandfather repeatedly warned his heirs that a new struggle would arise between Dreaddrac’s dark wizard and the southern kingdoms’ growing power. He told them Sengenwha would be one of the battlegrounds. It would have to grow or be swallowed up.”
“Vengeance, that’s not good. He blamed Neuyokkasin for his invasion debacle. Funny how people make their mistakes your fault,” Bodrin added.
“Yes, and now it’s a dynastic feud,” Saxthor said. Tournak cleared his throat.
“Sorry, Tournak,” Saxthor said. “Please continue.”
“It gets worse,” Tournak said.
“You’re telling us this, now that we’re in Sengenwha,” Saxthor said.
“You asked.” Tournak smiled a rare smile. “When King Calamidese V failed in his war in the South, he tried to arrange a marriage between his son, the future Calamidese VI, and Princess Lyttia, the Princess Royal of Talok-Lemnos. If he couldn’t stop the growing power of Neuyokkasin by war, Calamidese V figured he could at least ally himself with his neighbor to the east, Talok-Lemnos, to check the growing power of Neuyokkasin. However, his bad luck-holding steady, Princess Lyttia declined the proposal. She married Neuyokkasin’s King Minnabec II, Calamidese’s archenemy, as he saw it. It was this humiliation that killed King Calamidese V.”
“No wonder there’s been a feud,” Hendrel said, shaking his head.
“King Calamidese VI came to the throne enraged at the slight of his father’s proposal to unite Sengenwha and Talok-Lemnos by marriage. The failure to check the northern expansion of Neuyokkasin was too much for him. The new king declared war on Talok-Lemnos, trying to retake lands to the east of the Nhy River. King Henri of Talok-Lemnos held back Calamidese for a month. The Neuyokkasinians broke the stalemate when they joined the fray, defeating the Sengenwhan army. Talok-Lemnos not only regained lost lands but also pushed the border back to the Pundar River and took control of Lake Pundar. To add insult to injury, King Henri tripled the fortifications at Hoya and seized all customs fees from traffic on the Pundar.”
“I think you know the rest, the family history,” Tournak said. “When King Henri of Talok-Lemnos died, his ineffectual son ascended the throne for only a short time. Soon his sister, Lyttia, then Queen of Neuyokkasin, displaced her brother on the throne of Talok-Lemnos. The marriage united Talok-Lemnos and Neuyokkasin. When all the wars and negotiations of Calamidese V failed to unite Talok-Lemnos with Sengenwha, the marriage and passing of a crown changed everything from the Sengenwhan point of view. In a single stroke, both Sengenwha’s southern and eastern borders faced its enemy, Neuyokkasin.”
“So we should turn around, go back to Heggolstockin, and avoid this place,” Bodrin said.
Tonelia nodded. “Good idea.”
“Well, there’s a problem with that,” Saxthor said.
“What’s that?” Bodrin asked.
“There’s another jewel, and it’s somewhere in the Sekcmet Palace, the royal palace of King Calamidese VII.”
“We have a problem, another big problem,” Bodrin said.
“Yes, we do,” Saxthor said. He turned to Bodrin. “Would you rather take Tonelia and go back to Neuyokkasin through Heggolstockin?”
“Don’t be silly,” Bodrin said. He put his hand on Saxthor’s shoulder, turned him to face south toward Sengenwhapolis, and shoved him forward. “Lead on to the slaughterhouse, goat. Your sheep will follow, though with trepidation.”
5: Sengenwha and the Kettle of Conflicts
In the audience hall of Sekcmet Palace, the royal seat of the Sengenwhan kings, King Calamidese VII sat on his throne before a full court.
“What has you so agitated, Lord Chatra?” King Calamidese asked.
“Your Majesty, an envoy from Neuyokkasin, requests a private audience.”
“Neuyokkasin, you say? What does this envoy want of us? When was the last time a Neuyokkasinian emissary dared come requesting an audience?”
“It appears, the gentleman wants to discuss something of a very secret nature,” the fidgeting chatra said. He reared back and puffed out his chest and lip. “Foreign matters are usually referred to my office prior to disturbing, Your Majesty.” The chatra stood silent, but the king said nothing, so he cleared his throat and continued. “The envoy hasn’t stated the nature of Queen Eleatsubetsvyertsin’s message, preferring to deliver it to Your Majesty… privately. There’s been no formal request for an audience from a Neuyokkasinian ambassador since I’ve held the office of chatra.”
“Well, perhaps we should receive this emissary, nonetheless. Tell him to return in a week. That should annoy him, and show the queen we aren’t subject to her whims after all these years.”
“It shall be as Your Majesty commands,” the chatra said, bowing and backing out of the throne room.
“Dismiss the court,” King Calamidese said.
The court withdrew. Pulled by two burly guards, the throne room’s two massive doors clanged shut. The king reflected on the ancient conflict between Sengenwha and Neuyokkasin. Why has Neuyokkasin failed to initiate closer relations with Sengenwha over the years? He wondered. I remember grandfather told me, in the struggle between Dreaddrac and the South, Sengenwha would face annihilation in the middle, when caught in the struggle.
“Lord Chatra, since the last war, relations between the kingdoms have been cold to non-existent. We dare not start another war. The Neuyokkasinian forces to the south and east, and Prertsten-Dreaddrac in the north each outnumber the Sengenwhan army. We’ve ascended the throne in this depressing situation. What has happened that a Neuyokkasinian envoy appears at our court now?”
“Could Queen Eleatsubetsvyertsin have lear
ned about Dreaddrac’s forces within the Sengenwha?” the chatra said. “She’d certainly want an explanation if she has.”
Calamidese rose and walked to the window. He looked out over the city of his ancestors, the oldest capital city on the peninsula. It looked so peaceful, with all the hustle and bustle of commerce thriving. A knock at the door broke his thoughts. He returned to the throne. “Enter.”
The chatra’s twitching assistant entered, bowed, and looked back and forth between the king and chatra.
“What is it that you interrupt us here?”
“I beg your pardon, Majesty, but Dreaddrac’s ambassador is outside, demanding an audience.”
Calamidese sneered and glared at the chatra, who just bowed.
“Chatra, as a young man new to the throne, we studied the situation we inherited. We decided to focus our drive and leadership in strengthening the Sengenwhan economy, rather than further weaken our kingdom with another useless war. We’ve grown prosperous, and subsequently more powerful, because of our peaceful expansion of the kingdom’s trade. We know we did the right things, yet we may not be able to avoid war much longer.”
The chatra stood silent. Calamidese walked to the window that looked down on Dreaddrac’s ostentatious new embassy just beyond the palace walls. The sight drained him. He turned to the chatra.
“It’s been almost a year since Dreaddrac sent that ambassador seeking an alliance on the pretext of preventing war. Dreaddrac’s known the Sengenwhan kings resented secondary status to the Neuyokkasinian monarchs. He’s exploited the ancient resentment and manipulated us before we realize it.”
“Your Majesty has been most wise.”
“Rubbish, don’t humor us. Dreaddrac’s nurtured our suspicions of Neuyokkasinian aggression. We fell victim to his arguments and agreed to the alliance. We’ve kept it a state secret lest Queen Eleatsubetsvyertsin find out and attack before we prepared our defenses. Now with this Neuyokkasin emissary requesting an audience, we’re worried about our impulsive decision to ally Sengenwha with the dark wizard against our own kind.”
“Indeed.” The chatra bowed, and with permission, withdrew.
* * *
The wraith floated up on the sulfurous fumes from the furnaces under the Munattahensenhov and slipped across the dark sky over the Ice Mountains on his journey southwest to Prertsten.
The sorcerer-king watched from his ice-covered observation post as the twisted soul floated away, then turned to Smegdor. The king’s black pupils reflected Smegdor’s subservient presence, trembling in silence. The king stepped back into the mountain, and with Smegdor close behind, they descended to the wizard’s sanctum deep within the subterranean fortress.
There, in his workroom, the Dark Lord felt most at ease, but Smegdor most terrified. The room pulsed with energy stored in a myriad of concentrated forms such that the chamber always had an ominous, constant hum. Smegdor stayed back at the doorframe.
“Your Majesty’s wraith will solve the mystery,” Smegdor said.
“Prince Pindradese hasn’t reported anything unusual within his realm,” the king said. “There’s something amiss in Prertsten, and Pindradese isn’t even aware of it.”
Inattentively fiddling with items on the worktable, he looked beyond his assistant, then hesitating, drummed his fingers. Smegdor remained silent, fearing to move. The king cleared his throat.
“I know that twice an energy surge emanated from somewhere in central Prertsten, within the very city itself, I suspect. The surge’s timing fits within the string, no the sequence of happenings that coincided with the sightings of the traveling Neuyokkasinian prince.” He looked up with a threatening scowl. “That assumes my agents reported these things correctly.”
“I’m not sure I understand,” Smegdor said. The Evil One’s grimace turned even darker. Smegdor tensed.
“I warned the wraith not to return without some plausible explanation for the energy surges or some news to explain what the prince is doing on his ‘grand tour.’ Somehow, Memlatec is involved. If I knew for sure, I’d have a good idea what this is about.”
*
As he floated on the breeze above Prertsten’s eastern desert, the wraith was pleased to see the land’s misery even through the darkness. The dry, rocky land and Prertsten’s large army kept the impoverished Prertstenians too weak for revolt. The people knew there was no hope of opposing the menacing power in neighboring Dreaddrac. The wraith concluded the people would never see deliverance. The confident phantom savored the misery around him. Below, he saw sparse brown foliage and bones. A scorpion snatched a cockroach. Then he thought about Saxthor. Someone must have helped the prince. Stupid people, even when they had nothing, they still clung to hope.
The wraith reached the Prertsten Palace just before the dawn some days later. He seized a well-muscled guard and assumed his body. In firm control of his temporary physical shell, the wraith rested that day and waited for the evening’s audience. Then, as the guard, he marched into the audience chamber and up to the prince.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Prince Pindradese said. “How dare you intrude without our summons?”
“I’m not the guard,” the wraith said through the guard’s body. He looked about the silent room at stunned, staring courtiers. “I was sent by Dreaddrac’s king himself to discover why two strange power surges occurred weeks ago, yet you reported nothing unusual,” the wraith said.
“What did you say?” Pindradese tensed and sat upright, his lip beginning to quiver. “There was nothing to report.”
“Are you hiding some failure? Your loyalty isn’t wavering, is it?”
With disdain, the wraith flung the guard’s spear, emphasizing the uselessness of physical threats to a wraith. The prince watched the lance slide across the floor. The possessed orc looked about before speaking, allowing the prince’s exposed vulnerability to nurture his fear.
“Prince Pindradese, do you know anything of the power surges coming from Prertsten?”
Pindradese stared the wraith-guard in the eye. “We know nothing of any energy surges.”
“What do you know of a Neuyokkasin prince, traveling in your domain?”
Pindradese’s face twisted and distorted. “No Neuyokkasin prince would dare to set foot in Prertsten.” Pindradese jumped up from his throne. “Certainly not!”
“I assure you one has come to Prertsten, Prince Pindradese.” The vile specter projected a ruthless look on the guard’s face. “Whether he’s slipped back out of Prertsten, or is still here, is the issue.” The wraith-guard glared at Pindradese.
The prince returned a defiant stare, but his lip and hand trembled. The wraith glanced away freeing the prince, then looked again at him.
“I – that is, my master, our master – thinks the prince is connected to the power surges, emanating from Prertsten. If he’s been here, he’s been right under your nose.”
Goosebumps broke out on Pindradese, then beads of cold sweat on his face from the chill that must have run down his spine.
“A Neuyokkasinian’s life would be nothing in Prertsten.” Pindradese’s tone was now placating as he sat back down. “No Neuyokkasinian would set foot across the Akkin, much less a prince of the kingdom. There’s been no mention of a stranger at court.”
The wraith-guard stepped up on the dais; the courtiers gasped.
“You’re ill-informed of affairs within your dominion.”
“Where’s the chatra?” Pindradese snapped at the chamberlain.
The wraith-guard turned to the chamberlain. Without a word, the terrified official ran out of the chamber. His footsteps rang in the hall as he went in search of Prertsten’s chatra. A tense silence froze the hall as they waited. Guards soon dragged the chatra before the prince and wraith, still in his bedclothes, trembling and afraid to speak.
“What do you know of a Neuyokkasinian prince traveling in Prertsten?” Pindradese asked.
Prostrate on the cold floor; the wide-eyed quaking chatra raised his head en
ough to respond. “Nothing, Your Highness. No Neuyokkasin of official status would dare enter the principality without first sending emissaries to ascertain if entry would be permissible.” He immediately dropped his head, keeping his forehead pressed on the stone.
The wraith-guard stepped over and kicked the old chatra in the side. “You’ll make inquiries until you find the source of two power surges on the night of your feast of Borrac. The blips occurred late, but someone will know of them. Question everyone, the guards, palace staff up late, any others, who might have noticed anything unusual.”
The wraith and prince questioned everyone within the palace, but no one suspected a Neuyokkasinian would’ve been within the capital. That left the wraith with no trace of the energy surge or the prince.
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Days later, the specter contemplated the situation. Could the two have been unrelated? It’s possible the prince went south from Feldrik Fortress and never came into Prertsten. That answer won’t satisfy the Dark Lord. If dissatisfied, he’d cast me into the inner earth’s fiery regions with no hope of escape.
The wraith-guard, exuding the decaying scent of the dead guard shell, burst into the great hall. “If I can’t find the prince in Prertsten, and his course is up then down the peninsula, this prince will be heading for Sengenwha. I must go there at once to see if he will appear at that court. That will be my last chance to trap him before he returns to Neuyokkasinian territory.
The specter discarded the guard’s body, dropping it to the floor in a heap. Pindradese jumped up and back behind his throne as the black vapor formed into a blurred, horned-human form. The sulfurous essence circled the prince, then the chatra, twice, reminding the lords they ruled at the Dark Lord’s pleasure.
It would remind these fools if they displeased the king, a wraith could slip into the palace any night, destroying them as they slept. No one would ever know it had been present. With that ability demonstrated, the specter disappeared out the window on the night’s winter wind. It went south toward the Akkin River and then on to Sengenwha.
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