Steel And Sorrow (Book 2)

by Joshua P. Simon

  “Then what is taking so long? Do you think something has happened to him?”

  Jeldor chuckled. “Not likely.” He closed the book. “Relax, Your Majesty. Enjoy our surroundings. Neither of us has seen these comforts in some time. In my case, I’ve never had these sorts of comforts,” he added bitterly.

  Elyse continued to pace. “I don’t wish to wait. We’ve waited long enough to speak with Conroy. I know the goal was to make him sweat and think about things since his defeat, but One Above knows it’s made me as anxious as it’s probably made him.”

  Jeldor stood. “Well, then let’s begin now.”

  Elyse stopped. “Without Kaz?”

  “You rule this land, Your Majesty. Not him. I’ll have someone keep an eye out to let him know we began without him.”

  Elyse shrugged. “He hates politics anyway.”

  “That he does.”

  I’m doing him a favor.

  Elyse gestured to Jeldor. “Then let’s see what Conroy has to say for himself.”

  * * *

  Once they cleared a space, Kaz sat on a chair and bowed his head. Wiqua stood over him and Kaz felt the old man’s hands wrap around his shaved skull. The faintest tingling sensation rippled across his scalp.

  “Interesting,” said Wiqua. “I don’t think blunt trauma caused your memory loss at all.”

  “What do you mean?” asked Kaz.

  “An advanced form of sorcery was the cause.” Wiqua grunted. “I guess that’s why you have such an aversion to the stuff.”

  “Can you undo it?”

  “Yes, but the risk will be even greater.”

  The statement hung in the air and Kaz knew Wiqua waited for his response. “Do it.”

  “Relax as best you can. This will hurt quite a bit.”

  Those words were the last Kaz heard. His entire body shook, pains shot from the base of his skull through the rest of his body. His skin crawled and his eyes burned. His nostrils flared and his mouth watered. Bile crept into the back of his throat.

  I’m going to die.

  His head pounded and his ears popped.

  But his mind began to feel less muddled.

  The memories returned in waves, some short, others long.

  Some were from his childhood while others as recently as a few years ago. There seemed to be no order for how his memories returned, and he struggled to process the massive influx of information.

  One memory lingered long enough for him to relive it. He was still a teenager and he and several others had been given a task by his father to determine who would become the warleader of his father’s army. He watched his younger self order the death of another Kifzo to claim the prize. Afterward he fought his brother, Tobin. Kaz broke Tobin’s ankle and left him for dead. In the aftermath, he allowed his men to do unspeakable things to an innocent family in order to reaffirm their support.

  Try as he might, Kaz could not recall why he would do such things. He only knew the intense hatred he felt for Tobin grew with each year that came after that memory. Kaz’s mind would not allow him to search further back in order to learn where such hatred began.

  How could I do that to my brother? And how could I allow a family to suffer for my own gain? What would Jonrell say? Or Elyse? What would anyone say?

  Kaz realized that his biggest fear had been true. He had been an animal. Merciless killing, ruling through fear and intimidation, allowing atrocities to occur in order to further his own goals.

  He wanted to kill himself right then, but the bombardment of awful memories kept coming. Women raped, children mutilated, villages burned. He never participated, but he allowed it to happen over and over again. Oddly enough, in each memory Tobin stared at Kaz with a disapproving scowl that only angered him more. Eventually Tobin would turn away. He never participated either. What drove me to do such things?

  Finally, when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, the atrocities stopped. A petite woman with skin as beautiful as polished onyx stood before him in a dimly lit room. She wore a sly grin and her inviting lips called his name. He became lost in her deep brown eyes and suddenly nothing else mattered. They embraced. He knew instantly the woman was his wife and that when he was with her, he could be the man he desperately wanted to be.

  They lay in bed, entangled in each other’s limbs. He stroked her cheek and she smiled. “I love you, Kaz,” she whispered. He felt his cheeks tighten as he smiled back. “I love you, Lucia.” In that moment, he had never been happier.

  Then her face disappeared and the image vanished.

  Kaz blinked and stared dumbly at his surroundings. Wiqua stood before him, yelling, trying to get his attention.

  “Kaz, are you alright? Speak to me.”

  He cleared his throat. “I’m alright.”

  “Then it worked. You remember?”

  Kaz nodded and slowly rose to his feet. He took a deep breath. “Yes.”

  “Is it as bad as you feared?” Wiqua asked hesitantly.

  “Worse.”

  “Remember what Hag told you. She spoke for both of us. You are a good man . . .”

  Kaz raised his hand. “Perhaps one day, but not yet. I’ve done things I dare not speak of.” He rubbed his eyes and fought back the emotion in his voice. “Wiqua, I have a wife and she’s the most amazing woman. She kept me sane. She saw me for who I could be just as you and Hag did. Just as Jonrell did. Just as Elyse—” He cut himself off. “I have to tell her.”

  Wiqua frowned. He patted Kaz on the shoulder. “If you feel as though you must tell her, then go now. This is news that can’t wait.”

  Kaz glanced back to Hag. “But what about . . .”

  “Go. I want some time alone with her before we perform the burial.”

  “I’ll return when you’re ready.” Kaz turned to leave and stopped. “My oldest memories haven’t returned yet.”

  “They will,” said Wiqua. “Even though the path is now open, it will still take some time for your mind to reorganize itself.”

  Kaz walked over and hugged the old Byzernian. “Thank you.”

  * * *

  After descending several flights of stairs, Elyse’s Royal Guard escorted her and Jeldor down the long corridor that led to Conroy’s cell. Elyse spared a glance at the bushy-bearded duke and thought their situation odd. A small part of her still resented that time in Jeldor’s dungeon, but she understood Jeldor’s trepidation in forming their alliance. Since then, the duke had done all in his power to ensure she held the crown.

  It isn’t for completely selfless reasons though. I must never forget that. I trust Jeldor, but then again, my father trusted Conroy.

  They waited as the jailor opened the door to the cell. The tumbler clicked and the hinges squealed. The high-pitched grinding seemed louder in the damp underground, and her teeth hurt from the effect.

  Conroy looked up as they entered the room and to his credit dropped to a knee. “Your Majesty.”

  Elyse had him stay in the position while her guards brought in chairs for her and Jeldor. They sat down and Elyse finally spoke. “You may have a seat.”

  Conroy complied and sat uncomfortably on a small stool. He looked calm.

  They waited for nearly a minute in silence.

  “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Elyse finally asked.

  “I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but could you be more specific?”

  Elyse dug her nails into her palms. “Why did you take up arms against me? Why would you bring war to my kingdom? Is that specific enough for you?”

  “Does it matter any longer? You’ve won. Your commander has defeated me when I thought myself undefeatable.” He paused and looked over Elyse’s shoulder. “I had hoped to speak with Kaz.”

  “Kaz is not here. And you will answer my questions.”

  Conroy massaged his temple. He let out a sigh. “No, Your Majesty. I don’t believe I will. There are more important matters to discuss right now.”

  “How dare you speak that way to the quee
n? Even after losing, you manage to be just as obnoxious as ever! What can be more important than answering the queen’s questions?” asked Jeldor.

  “The High Pass. We’ve been away for some time and I think it is in everyone’s best interests to get an update on its status.”

  “The High Pass will care for itself as it has for hundreds of years,” said Elyse.

  Conroy shook his head. “That is my sole request, Your Majesty. I must know the current status of the High Pass before I answer any of your questions.”

  Elyse calmly rose from her seat. “Conroy, I will not have a prisoner dictate terms to me.” She looked to Jeldor. “Let’s go. I had assumed so much time alone would loosen the duke’s tongue enough to explain why he thought it wise to commit treason and tarnish his family’s name after centuries of loyally serving the kingdom, but it appears I was wrong and more drastic measures will need to be taken.”

  “Treason?” Conroy said the word like a curse. “Is that what you think? I never stopped being loyal to my kingdom, Your Majesty, only to the one who wore the crown. I promise you that I only had the realm’s best interests at heart.”

  “Yes, just like Tomalt, Bronn, and Markus did, I presume?”

  “Do not lump me in with them.”

  “Why not? You even allied yourself with two of them.”

  “A means to an end. Nothing more.”

  Elyse narrowed her gaze. Her voice took on an edge. “Your means caused the death of thousands of people who live in the kingdom you claim to care about. And you accomplished nothing.” She chuckled. “You claim that you would have been the better ruler.” She shook her head. “How can you possibly say you did what was best for Cadonia when you allowed her to bleed?”

  “Say what you want. I no longer care. I was too cautious, too worried about leaving the High Pass undermanned for too long because of the responsibility of my family. If I would have left it sooner, things would have ended differently. But, it doesn’t matter. You have my army, my lands, and my home. Decide my fate and let me die.”

  Elyse took two quick strides over to Conroy and slapped him across his face. The force knocked him from the uneven stool. He looked up at her, shocked.

  “You will hang, Conroy. But until then, you will show me the respect of my station. Next time we meet, I promise you will remember that.”

  She spun and left the cell, noticing the slight smirk on Jeldor’s face as he followed.

  She stormed down the long corridor. She heard the jailor lock up behind them. At the far end of the corridor, she saw Kaz round a corner and walk toward them.

  Her anger only increased because he had not bothered to join them. She realized that Conroy’s words cut her. Without Kaz she would never have won the war. Such a thing shouldn’t matter, but it did.

  She quickened her pace, ready to lay into her commander for skipping their meeting and disobeying an order when he walked under a lit torch hanging from the wall. The look of sorrow and pain he wore caused her to pause before she hurried toward him. Her anger vanished.

  “What happened?” she said.

  Kaz’s head hung low. “Hag is dead.”

  Elyse gasped and her eyes welled up. One Above, she meant so much to him. “How?”

  “It was just her time,” he said. “Wiqua and I were there with her when she went.”

  Elyse’s chest tightened. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, but she had never done such a thing in front of others. Still, who cares. I am queen after all.

  She stepped closer and almost as if sensing her decision Kaz stepped back and put his hands up.

  “There’s more. A lot more,” he said.

  She raised a hand to her mouth. “Is everyone else alright?”

  “Yes, as far as I know. What I need to say is unrelated. I have my memory back, or most of it at least.” He looked up and suddenly straightened, standing taller as he realized they weren’t alone. He cleared his throat. “Can we continue this in private?”

  One Above, he’s going to leave me.

  “Yes, of course,” she said, trying to remain calm. “We can return to Conroy’s study and—.”

  “Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Urgent news!”

  Elyse heard the shouting and subsequent footsteps before the young messenger cleared the turn ahead. The boy sprinted down the dark corridor. Several guardsmen followed behind. He came to a stop and nearly fell over trying to take a knee.

  “Your Majesty, urgent news from the High Pass,” he managed between breaths.

  “What is it?”

  “A large horde in Thurum is massing near the fortress.”

  “A horde?” asked Jeldor. “The High Pass has never been assaulted by anything that would be described as a horde. The petty lords trying to conquer Thurum have trouble getting more than a few thousand men together at best.”

  Elyse turned back to the messenger. “Do you have a letter?”

  “No, Your Majesty. There was no time to write one. I nearly killed my mount getting to you. Captain Samhan just told me to do the best I could. He had too much on his mind to write anything official. When I left, there were already an estimated fifty thousand men making camp, and he was scrambling to shore up our defenses. He needs reinforcements right away. We were undermanned due to . . .”

  “Conroy committing treason?”

  The boy bowed his head. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

  “How long is the ride to the fortress?”

  “If we leave now and push through the night, we can make it by dawn.”

  “You can’t be serious, Your Majesty. I find fifty thousand men hard to believe. This could be a trap,” said Jeldor.

  Elyse looked at the pleading messenger’s eyes. “I need to see things for myself.” She turned to Kaz who still appeared distracted. “Can you get the army ready to move?”

  Kaz wore a confused look. “No. It will take much longer to break camp. Many of the men are probably drunk or in the city enjoying what they thought was a night without worry.”

  “Then grab all that you can now, even if it is only a few hundred.” She turned to Jeldor. “You stay here and organize the rest of the army. Bring them up as soon as possible. I’d rather be safe than sorry. If we are indeed facing fifty thousand, every man will matter. Oh, but we need to leave an occupying force as well and trusted men to watch over Conroy.”

  “I’ll handle it, Your Majesty,” Jeldor said.

  She nodded. “Then let’s not waste another moment.”

  * * *

  Elyse stood next to Kaz and Captain Samhan on the outermost of the fortress’ three high-curtain walls that guarded the High Pass. Elyse had ridden through the night in relative silence with over a thousand soldiers. They arrived just before the false dawn.

  As the rising sun slowly illuminated the land before her, the weight of the messenger’s words sunk in.

  Can this really be true? Cadonia is barely one nation again. And a battered nation at that.

  “I obviously can’t be certain, but that appears like more than fifty thousand men,” she said aloud, unable to hide the awe in her voice.

  “Your Majesty, they’ve been bringing in men and supplies all night. The last estimate I had from one of my scouts was over four times that number. And somehow, I don’t believe they’re done.” He shook his head. “We heard rumors of odd movements over the last few months, but we dismissed them. No one believed anyone could manage an assault of this scale. Only the One Above knows how anyone organized this.”

  As the sun rose higher, Elyse saw that Captain Samhan’s new estimate of two hundred thousand men made more sense. A wave of nausea hit her as she thought about the death that would come because of the impending clash.

  Kaz scanned the opposition next to her with a spyglass. She couldn’t imagine what he must be thinking. She had asked him to save her kingdom once already, and it looked as though she would have to ask him to do it again. He hadn’t said more than five words as they traveled through the night, and mos
t of them had been single syllables.

  He wanted to talk to me about regaining his memory in private. And rather than grant that simple request, I bring him to this.

  “What are your thoughts?” she asked.

  “Jeldor better not dally with the rest of the army,” Kaz said without dropping the spyglass. A sudden gasp came from his mouth as he froze. “It can’t be,” he whispered. “It’s impossible.”

  “What? What is it?”

  He lowered the tube and shook his head in disbelief. He handed it to her and pointed. “There.”

  She looked through the spyglass and saw several thousand warriors dressed in menacing gray and blue armor. They stood out not only because of the quality of their attire and the manner in which they carried themselves, but also because each warrior’s skin was as black as Kaz’s. Her mouth hung open as she lowered the tube.

  “Are they . . .” she started to ask.

  “Yes. They are from my homeland. A continent called Hesh, though I have no idea where it’s located. Before your brother found me, I acted as warleader of my father’s army and commanded those men. The ones you’re looking at are Kifzo, an elite force, trained since boyhood for war,” said Kaz. He turned to Elyse. “I don’t have all my memories back yet, but I do recall a great deal.” He looked back out toward that group.

  Elyse blinked. “Can you get word to those you once commanded?” she asked. “Perhaps you can persuade them to join us or at least remove themselves from Thurum’s forces.”

  “It’s possible. But I wouldn’t know who to send word to. I do not see my father nor others I thought may have taken my place. I don’t know who commands them or why they’re here. My father wanted to bring all of Hesh under his rule. We never even knew about these lands.”

  “That’s because your father wasn’t the visionary that I am,” said a mysterious voice that seemed to call out from all directions.

  Everyone on the wall looked around, unable to find the source of the strange voice.

  “Down here, Kaz.”

  “Nachun?” said Kaz, voice full of both anger and confusion.

  “One of my names,” said the voice.

  A chill crawled up Elyse’s back.

  No.

  She raised the spyglass and honed in on the figure standing a hundred yards away. She saw dark red robes, like those of a High Mage, except with small blue designs embroidered throughout. Elyse held her breath as she focused on the man’s face. In a shimmer, his skin lightened and his bone structure changed. The spyglass fell from her hands and shattered against the stone merlons.