Betrayal

by Jon Kiln

  Nisero hazarded a glance back over his shoulder. He did not see anyone in pursuit. That did not mean they were not still tracking nor that he was safe.

  He slowed his pace as he moved through the trough between the hills and approached the road across from the temple. A low bell or gong sounded in a slow rhythm within the shrine. The worshippers were either already gathered or one, lone priest maintained the morning rituals.

  He cut his eyes in both directions, peering through the dying fog. He saw no one along the roadway.

  Nisero hesitated. He still did not feel entirely comforted.

  As he crossed the road toward the doors of the temple, he tried to think what his next move should be. He was being pushed farther from the capital. He knew of no friends in the area. Without the other guardsmen, his list of allies was very thin in most directions.

  There would be no real chance of sanctuary in this particular place of worship. Even if this minor priest were obliged to extend it, the local populations probably did not recognize this god’s power. And the men that would slay the King’s Elite Guard along the highway would not respect the minor holiness of this temple, either.

  Notices marked the scarred, wooden doors at the top of the stone steps. It was not an uncommon practice to use the doors of temples as a post for information. Temples that were respected and forgotten alike made good rallying points to gather news and to leave it.

  Nisero looked again in both directions as he mounted the stairs. He did not expect to find any useful news about his plight, nor was he looking to buy a local cow or acre. But he thought he might be able to get an orientation about the names of the nearest villages and lords. He could possibly better understand where he was, and who might be around to approach or avoid.

  The lieutenant scanned the aging, weathered papers, finding that most assumed readers would already know the village names and who their lord was. Nisero frowned.

  His eyes froze upon a new posting in the center of the others. An empty space around it showed that the ones who had posted it had torn down the other notices to make room. It was crudely drawn and some of the words were misspelled, but the fact that it was created this quickly meant that Nisero was in greater peril than he thought. The scribes of his enemies had been busy.

  The drawing was of his face. It was rough enough that it might be most any man, but seeing his name and rank blocked above it made it seem more clearly his visage. The words traitor and murderer stood out in bolder script from a rambling list of charges that laid the previous night’s violence at his feet.

  This represented a greater threat to him. It was either a deadly mistake or a deliberate misdirection by those that sought him harm. Either way, it meant that those that sought Nisero were powerful and had reach. He would be marked as an outlaw as far as these notices had traveled. The fact that they were up at all made him believe that they had been posted quite far in every direction. The knights he had seen were seeking him out either by mistake or design.

  Nisero turned away, hearing the birds twitter outside and the low tone sounding against the stones inside.

  He stepped off the stairs of the temple and circled around behind, still pressing eastward. He was not far enough from trouble yet to plan any sort of path.

  As Nisero placed trees between him, the notice, and his pursuers, he said out loud to birds, “I should have stolen one of the horses.”

  Chapter 3: For Want of Sanctuary

  Nisero crawled forward on his belly and peered through the grass. He was between the trees at the roadway below the hill. The party blocking the road wore the crests of the kingdom regular forces. As they searched under the canvas on a merchant’s wagon bound westward toward the capital, Nisero contemplated his plight.

  If the regulars had been called up and placed on search leading into the city, then the King was aware of the incident that brought down the Elite Guard. Those that served the King had obviously bought into the narrative that Nisero, the fugitive, was the one that needed to be captured in connection to it.

  He could still press his harrowing approach toward the city and the palace, but he would eventually run out of cover. He could try to reach the King and explain his version of events, but making it that far and being believed were two unlikely fantasies.

  His primary drive in trying to make it to the capital was to warn the King, but the royal authority clearly knew all there was to know, short of Nisero’s own confession. His motivation for trying to reach those in power evaporated as he watched conscripted army searching barrels and grain sacks for him.

  “The bandits that laid us low were backed by someone more powerful,” Nisero whispered. The King himself? A lord seeking to replace the royal family with his own? A foreign power seeking to divide the kingdom? None of that made any sense to him, but he knew there had to be more at play than bandits with a grudge against the Elite Guard or the Eastern prince.

  If the King knew of the incident, then the Eastern king would soon, if not already. Perhaps this roadblock had more to do with searching for agents of retaliation than it did about Nisero alone.

  He had passed copies of the same misspelled notice calling for the lieutenant’s capture posted on every tree and fence as he came towards the road. He could have used the drawing of his own face to guide him back to the capital, if he did not already know the way.

  Maybe the attackers were backed by some rebellious force within the Eastern kingdom, seeking to remove the prince and possibly ignite a war between the kingdoms? Perhaps such a conflict would aid in replacing that king upon the throne?

  Nisero bowed his head and stared at the ground trying to formulate a plan. Preferably one that that did not end with him in the dungeons awaiting execution. He had sent many men there himself that would be most interested in meeting Lieutenant Nisero again.

  His only idea seemed like a greater fantasy than marching single-handed into the King’s throne room to declare his innocence.

  He pulled himself back from the edge of the hill as the regulars searched the bundles of the next rider arriving at the roadblock. He crawled back into the trees before taking to his feet and traveling eastward again.

  He had to cover some distance before he found a point where he felt safe in crossing the road to turn his course north.

  Nisero followed the trees clustered along a creek that wound between farmland. He stopped and hid a number of times, avoiding children playing, people fishing, and workers gathering water from the creek. After they had passed on their way, Nisero emerged from hiding and continued on.

  He stole clothes from a line set too close to the trees. He considered shedding his own uniform entirely, but the idea broke his heart and he feared it would be discovered and point to his trail. He settled instead for covering his uniform with the stolen clothes.

  He followed this course for three days. He ate berries and stole fish and game from traps he encountered. Once making his theft, he covered as much ground as he could before building a low enough fire to cook, eat, and continue on.

  The creek led upstream to a lake. It wasn’t large and wasn’t one that Nisero knew. A number of houses marked its shoreline. He broke loose of the cover and traveled wide around it, going north before connecting back up to a deeper river which fed the lake. He followed its bank drifting away as crafts floated down stream toward the lake. He considered taking a boat or building a raft of his own, but it wouldn’t do him much good going against the current.

  “Always going against the current now, it seems,” he said to no one. Going with the current the last few years led me right into the jaws of death. And I took my captain and the other men right in with me.

  Nisero came in sight of a larger village but it was not the one he sought. He had not seen any of his posters this far north but he decided not to risk trying to buy passage just the same.

  He turned northeast and stayed far enough off the road to avoid being seen, but close enough to still follow its course. He finally spot
ted Brambudton. A wide highway led eastward through another larger city Nisero couldn’t remember by name. From there, it reached the border of the Eastern kingdom which had recently lost its prince and heir under the lieutenant’s watch. Smaller trails led out of it every other direction to outlying farms and clusters of economic activity.

  Nisero cut another wide path around Brambudton. It would have been far quicker to pass through, but his destination was north of the village.

  He rejoined the trail beyond the village and pressed his journey on the road, despite the added risk of discovery. He was close, it was afternoon, he was hungry, and desperation was growing in the pit of his stomach.

  Nisero reached the gate of a cottage ground that was not particularly impressive in its size. There was a barn behind it although livestock was its primary function. There were plowed fields that were worked by hired men when work was required, but it was not a farm that provided much profit despite being larger than sustenance level.

  The man of this house was a warrior that dreamed of a life of family and peace. He had a reputation for courage and loyalty. Nisero had once hoped to be thought of in that way as well. If the master was home, Nisero was not certain that help was to be found here either.

  He had no options, so he crawled over the gate and approached up the path in the open like any other guest.

  Nisero climbed the stone block steps. He expected them to wobble, but they were solid and built by a man that knew how to create security.

  Nisero swallowed and faced the door. He rapped his knuckles against the wood and waited to speak to the first person he had revealed himself to in days – since the night he watched all his brothers murdered for which he was now blamed.

  The door opened and the woman’s mouth dropped open. She brought one had down to the swell of her belly and leaned against the door for support. Nisero stared at the evidence of her pregnancy maybe a couple months shy of birth.

  “What do you think you are doing here?”

  He found his voice which he had not had much use for in the preceding days. “Is your husband home?”

  “He is called up on duty looking for you and guarding against a coming incursion from the east, due to what they say you did.”

  Nisero looked away. “Do you believe I did those things?”

  “I do not, but my husband is not inclined to hear my opinion on the subject, nor the King either, I suppose.”

  “Is he in Brambudton? Returning tonight?” Nisero asked without looking at her.

  “East,” she said. “Part of the company of regulars assigned to guard Spire.”

  Spire was the name of the city Nisero could not remember. He only knew Brambudton and this house because she lived here, and he had been keeping track of her.

  “I need to find your father, Arianne,” Nisero said returning his gaze to her eyes. “I know he is farther north in the mountains but I’ve lost track of him.”

  “You and everyone else. By his design and desire, I might add.”

  “But you know where Captain Berengar is, don’t you?”

  It was her turn to look away. “He is not a captain any longer, and wishes to avoid entanglements from that past.”

  Nisero nodded. “I imagine I am no longer truly a lieutenant myself after all that has happened. But I have no other options. The truth of what happened the night I was somehow marked an outlaw is more complicated than even I can decipher, having witnessed the treachery and murder with my own eyes. I need Berengar, and the kingdom needs him.”

  “The kingdom always needs him for something,” she muttered. “And that is why he has chosen to hide.”

  “I have not come seeking him before now,” Nisero implored. “I did not come seeking you either. I did not come to disrupt your wedding. I did not come see your husband or home. I did not come to question why you married a warrior after leaving me for being one. I only come now for there being no other options for myself.”

  “You did not come, but you kept track of me enough to know exactly where to come,” Arianne countered.

  “Just as I am sure you have kept track of your father’s location. And as I am sure he remains close enough to keep track of you. Am I wrong on either of those counts?”

  Arianne sighed and looked around behind him. “Come inside, outlaw, before some traveler sees you and reports us to the authorities, or me to my husband.”

  Nisero stepped inside and Arianne closed the door behind him.

  “Your husband is called Dreth, correct? What rank does he hold now in the army?”

  “Don’t,” she said and shook her head.

  “Very well.”

  She wavered on her feet and Nisero reached out to steady her, but she pulled away from his reach. “Come back to the kitchen. Voices do not carry outside from there. We don’t have any workers scheduled for today but I do not want to take the chance.”

  “Is there a reason you know which rooms voices do not carry from?” Nisero asked as he followed her.

  “Because I live my life in a cautious manner. Which does not leave my face drawn on notices all over the kingdom.”

  They entered a flagstone floored room that stretched over the entire back of the house. The dwelling was larger and deeper than it appeared from the front, hiding some of its depth.

  She sat down on a stool by one of the counters. Nisero stood on the other side with his palms resting on the counter.

  “Your husband leaves you alone in the home with child?”

  The muscles along the sides of her jaw tightened. “We have people that service the land. I am watched after as much as is needed. Dreth saw to my care before leaving to answer his call into service.”

  “They are not here now. What if I had been an outlaw in truth?”

  “Did you come all this way to demonstrate the unworthiness of my husband, searching for you in his duty to the King, by your very ability to arrive at my doorstep, former Lieutenant Nisero?” Her faced flushed from pink to red as she finished speaking.

  “No, I came to find your father,” Nisero said in a conciliatory manner. “He and you are the only ones I can turn to in this moment.”

  “What sort of daughter would I be if I allowed you to drag my father into your trouble? What sort of wife would I be were I to abed you in this while my husband is committed into the loyal service of his king and country?”

  If you were to abed and to bed me? Nisero thought. He shook his head. Exhaustion was addling his brain.

  Nisero ran his finger over the cracks in the counter top before he spoke. “I just ask the opportunity to find him and explain what I know and what I saw. Your father is a wise man. He will know the right choice to make in moving forward.”

  “My father is loyal unto death,” Arianne said. “He will join you and follow you to the gates of the underworld to help you, just because of who you are, no matter what you have to tell him. It is a done matter from the moment he sees you. I know him, I know you, and I know your bond.”

  “That is likely true, but I do believe the kingdom is under the manipulative hand of those seeking to shift power and bring war,” Nisero explained. “I think there is a deadly conspiracy in motion that began with slaying the Elite Guard and the crowned prince of our eastern neighbor. I can’t believe that is where it ends though. Stirring war or the distraction of the threat of war may be part of it. Taking away the King’s guards and then focusing the regular forces to the east, while the threat comes from another source.”

  “You think the King is the target? And they weighed you with the mantle of guilt to cover their crime?”

  Nisero turned away and stared at the far wall. “I don’t know. There may be designs on the eastern throne at play, especially for eliminating the direct heir. I do not believe I was meant to live at all. All the Elite Guard was cut down in a precise attack. I escaped by the most hapless of chance. I think the swift and organized campaign to flush me out and see to my capture is an attempt to rectify that error in allowing me
to live. Any authority might bring me in once captured, but once I am within the reach of someone in the know, I will surely be cut down to stop me from telling my story to anyone else.”

  “So, the threat must be within our kingdom and from our side,” Arianne figured.

  Nisero turned back toward her. “I have thought so, but explain your meaning to me – as you see it.”

  Her eyes traveled around his face before she spoke. “If they can coordinate so swift an attack, spur so swift and complete a search, and believe they can reach you once captured, then they must be in power within our kingdom.”

  Nisero’s eyes lost focus and he stared beyond the blur of Arianne’s shape. “Money is power. Most anyone with wealth enough and any manner of title might potentially be behind this corruption.”

  “If it was just anyone, they would not have let your picture be pasted up anywhere. They would have tried to hunt you down that night at all costs, to keep you from telling your story and potentially getting out of their reach. They must believe with confidence that they have the reach within the existing system of authority.”

  Nisero nodded and walked away from the counter. “I had not pieced that together. You are truly your father’s daughter. Perhaps if you had been part of the Elite Guard we would have been wise enough to avoid our own demise.”

  “If I had been, I suppose I would be dead too like all the rest… including my mother and brother.”

  Nisero’s eyes stung and he bowed his head.

  He heard the stool bark along the flagstones but he did not turn. When she touched his back, his body shook like her touch carried some powerful form of magic. He fought to remain still.

  “I spoke too harshly,” she said softly. “My emotions are tied up in all of this. Even more so with the pregnancy.”

  “You have nothing to apologize for,” Nisero stated. “Truth is truth no matter how harsh it may sound. Your father blames himself and his years in the Guard for the death of your mother and brother. Part of his effort to hide himself is to protect you as well, I know. It is a terrible thing I ask to expose him by letting him attach himself to my doomed mission, but this is bigger than saving my own skin. If it were just that, I would cast myself to the mercy of the King and let my enemies come at me. I think there is greater danger for all the kingdom and allowing myself, the only true witness, to be cut down would serve the purposes of our enemies. I need Berengar. The kingdom needs him just as you feared.”