Calis said, “We’re waiting for someone.”
Miranda said, “I have an agent, and he’s trying to find some local men we need to talk to.”
Erik waited and no more was said, so he resigned himself to having to wait to find out who this mysterious agent of Miranda’s might be, and who those local men were. He excused himself and rose to go see how the men were doing.
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finest group of soldiers in the history of the Kingdom, according to Lord William and de Loungville, and Erik felt a fierce pride at being included in that number. He downplayed his own role in the creation of this unity, but took credit for his own evolution as a soldier.
He had spent hours reading every book on warfare and tactics and had taken the opportunity to speak with everyone in the palace he could on various military topics. He had even had occasion to discuss such issues with visiting nobles who came to call at the palace. Sometimes they’d chat over supper in the soldiers’ commons, sometimes at a state dinner at the Prince’s palace, and occasionally in the marshalling yard as some Border Baron or Eastern Duke had observed the training of Calis’s Crimson Eagles.
Erik didn’t think of himself as being particularly gifted in strategy, supply, or deployment, but he felt he had a knack for leading men, or at least getting them to do what needed to be done without having to resort to bullying and threats the way some officers did. He really enjoyed the feeling that if he led, other men would follow, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on why he felt good about that; he just did.
Finishing his inspection, he sat and pulled a ration pack out of his saddlebags. He unwrapped the wax-dipped cloth, ensuring that the flaking pieces of wax fell onto another cloth; he knew that if he didn’t inspect the site when they broke camp and make sure than not one flake of wax lingered to betray their passing, de Loungville would. As much as his relationship had changed with Bobby since the fateful day when Bobby had ordered Erik hung, he still was prince.qxd 9/4/02 10:38 AM Page 440
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not exempted from a public dressing-down if the Sergeant Major felt Erik wasn’t discharging his duty.
Calis and Miranda approached and Erik said,
“Captain?”
“We’re going to walk a bit,” said Calis. “Set your sentries and tell them the call sign is two finger snaps and ‘magpie.’ Is that clear?”
Erik nodded. “Clear.”
Whoever might blunder into this camp would be warned with two finger snaps by the sentry. If he didn’t respond instantly with the word “magpie,” he would be greeted with deadly force. Erik hoped that no itinerant traders or mendicant friars came wandering down that trail for the next few days.
As Calis began to depart, Erik said, “Captain?”
Calis halted. “Yes?”
“Why ‘magpie’?”
Calis indicated Miranda with a nod of his head.
Miranda said, “Because it’s the word my agent has, and besides, magpies don’t exist on this continent, so no lucky guesses.”
Erik shrugged and returned to eating his supper.
Calis said, “We need to speak of a few things.”
Miranda sat on a fallen tree bole. “Such as?”
Calis sat beside her. “If we survive, do we have a future? You and I, I mean?”
Miranda took his hand in hers. “That is difficult to say.” She sighed. “No, that’s impossible even to think about.” She leaned over and kissed him. “We have been special to each other since we met, Calis.”
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we’ll be alive next week.”
Calis said, “Think on it. I plan on surviving.”
Miranda studied his face in the golden light of the late afternoon sun as it streamed through the trees.
She laughed.
“What is so funny?” he asked, his lips turning up in a guarded smile.
“I am,” she said, standing and reaching behind her to unfasten the ties of her dress. “I was always a fool for a pretty blond boy. Now come, warm me up.
It’s a cold day.”
As her dress fell to her ankles, he rose and wrapped his arms around her, his hands upon her buttocks; he picked her up in his arms, as easily as he would a child. Kissing her between her breasts, he playfully spun her around in a circle, then laid her gently down on the ground and said, “Boy? I’m past a half century of age, woman.”
Miranda laughed. “My mother always said that younger men made enthusiastic lovers but often took themselves far too seriously.”
Calis paused a moment, studying Miranda’s face.
“You never speak of your mother,” he said softly.
Miranda said nothing for a long time, then laughed. “Get out of your clothes, boy!” she said in mock-command. “The ground is cold!”
Calis smiled broadly. “My father told me always to show respect to my elders.”
Quickly they coupled, losing their fear of what tomorrow might bring in one of the most basic and life-affirming acts possible. For brief moments, their experience was one of shared joy and a denial of death, fear, and misery.
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Two finger snaps were quickly followed by the word “magpie,” spoken with a slightly odd accent.
Erik was at the sentry point only moments before de Loungville and Calis.
They had waited three days, and Calis had decided that if Miranda’s agent didn’t show, he would move ahead, regardless. The horses had been moved to a lush valley that would keep them grazing for weeks. Erik also knew that if no one survived to return, the horses would find their way out of the valley and down into the lower meadows as winter approached. That made him feel better for a reason he couldn’t articulate. While the mountains of Darkmoor were less impressive than those they now approached, Erik recognized the change in the weather. The nights would quickly fall below freezing and snow would come with the next storm.
Winter was almost upon them.
The man who came into view in the lead was oddly dressed, in whitish armor that Erik instantly marked as not being any metal with which he was familiar. For one thing, it should have clanked loudly, but it didn’t; for another, it should have made the man wearing it plod along, but he moved lightly upon his feet. His head was completely enclosed in a helm with two narrow eye slits, and upon his back he wore what appeared to be a crossbow of some alien design. Otherwise he fairly bristled with swords, daggers, and knives.
The two men who followed were familiar figures to Erik, who greeted them softly when they were close. “Praji! Vaja! It’s good to see you again.”
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Maharta, von Darkmoor,” said Praji.
The two old men were armed as mercenaries, but Erik wondered how well they could still fight, given their advancing age. Still, he had seen firsthand two years previously Praji and Vaja’s toughness, and nothing he saw now indicated they were any less skilled—just tired.
Prajichitas was as ugly a man as Erik had ever encountered, but smart and likable. Vajasia was a fading peacock of a man, still vain despite advancing years, and the two dissimilar men were as loyal to each other as brothers.
Miranda said, “Boldar, any trouble?”
The walking arsenal removed his helm, revealing a youthful face, freckled and pale, with r
ed-brown hair and blue eyes. A slight sheen of perspiration was the only sign of exertion, while Praji and Vaja both came into camp and sat with open displays of fatigue.
The man named Boldar said, “None. It took me a while to track down your two friends, Calis.”
Calis glanced at Miranda, who said, “I described you. He was to come here and find you even if I had gone.”
Calis didn’t look pleased at the “if I had gone”
part. He asked Praji, “How goes it in the east?”
“Badly. Worse than we’ve ever imagined. This Emerald Queen bitch is far worse than we remembered at Hamsa and the other places we’ve run across her.” He pulled off his boots and wiggled his toes. “Do you remember General Gapi? From the mercenaries’ rendezvous before the assault on Lanada? He was sent against the Jeshandi in the northern steppe—a big mistake, from my experience prince.qxd 9/4/02 10:38 AM Page 444
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with those horsemen—and they beat him to a bloody stump. One man in ten sent into the grasslands got back. Anyway, the Emerald Queen took it personally; she had Gapi staked out over an anthill and smeared honey on his balls. Made all her generals watch until he stopped screaming.”
Vaja shook his head. “You don’t fail in her army.”
The old fighter smiled. “Gives a whole new meaning to ‘do or die.’”
Calis said, “So the Jeshandi still hold?”
“No more,” answered Praji, a sad note in his voice. “After Gapi’s failure, they unleashed five thousand Saaur into the grasslands. The Jeshandi handled themselves well enough—they made the lizardmen bleed more than anyone else so far—but they were finally crushed.”
Erik nodded in silence. He had faced the Saaur and their monstrous horses only once, but he knew that despite their size the Saaur were as good horsemen as he had ever seen. No human force could face them one to one; it took three or four human riders to neutralize one Saaur. In his idle moments, Erik had wrestled with plans to defeat the Saaur in open combat, and had yet to devise one that seemed remotely plausible.
Praji said, “There are some stragglers still riding in the foothills, raiding a camp here and there for food, but as a force, the Free People are no more.”
Calis was silent a moment. Of all the cultures in this remote continent, the Jeshandi counted the largest number of elven people. Each elf who was killed was a loss no human could understand. His mother’s people would be mourning this news for decades. Shaking off his reflective mood, he asked, prince.qxd 9/4/02 10:38 AM Page 445
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“What of the Clans to the south?”
Praji said, “That’s where he”—he pointed at Boldar— “found us. We were in a camp with Hatonis last night—”
Erik blurted, “You were in the Eastlands this morning?”
Praji nodded. “This lad has the means of getting us around in a hurry.”
Boldar held out a device, turning it slightly in his hands. It was an orb with a series of small protruding switches. “We got here in the blink of an eye,” continued Praji. “We spent most of the day trekking around these bleeding mountains trying to find you.”
Turning back to Calis, Praji said, “We are pretty helpless, old friend. The Emerald Queen’s fairly got her army lining the banks of the river on both sides these days. We hardly get a bowshot at her lumber barges. Best we can do sometimes is attack from ambush and try to run a barge aground on the banks, that sort of thing. The last time we tried to raid into the City of the Serpent River we lost half our force and did no damage to speak of.” He sighed. Looking directly at Calis, he said, “The war here is over, Calis.
Whatever you propose to do here in the Westlands, it had better be something special, because that fleet she’s building is going to be ready to sail next year, year after at the latest. We thought we were buying ten years for you, but it’s more like three or four.”
Calis nodded. “And two of those are gone.”
Looking at the two tired old men, he said, “Get something to eat.”
As Praji and Vaja were handed cold rations, Miranda turned to Boldar. “Did you bring it?”
Boldar unshouldered his bag and reached inside.
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He pulled out a small amulet. “Cost a fair bit, but not as much as I thought it would. I’ll add the cost to what you owe me.”
“What is it?” asked Calis.
Miranda handed it to him and Erik observed it as Calis held it up. It seemed nothing more than a simple gold neck decoration. Miranda said, “It’s a ward against scrying magic. As of this moment, no magician can find you and anyone within a dozen paces of you. This may save our lives when it’s time to get out of here.”
Calis nodded. He handed it back to Miranda, but she put up her hand. “I don’t need it.” She reached out and pushed his hand back toward him. “You do.”
Calis hesitated, then nodded and put the amulet around his neck. Turning to where Bobby de Loungville stood, he said, “We leave at first light.”
Erik stood and started his rounds. De Loungville didn’t need to tell him what to do or that now was the time to do it.
Jason came running into Barret’s, gripping a sheaf of paper and parchment, and looked around the room. Spying Roo on the stairs, he called his name and raced past a pair of startled waiters.
“What is it?” asked Roo. His eyes had dark circles under them, as he had missed sleeping for the better part of two days. He had promised himself he would stay away from Sylvia for a few days. He intended to spend time with his wife and children, getting some needed sleep in the master suite while Karli slept with the baby in the nursery, but each of the last two nights, as if he had no volition, he had told his driver to take him to the Estherbrook estate.
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Jason lowered his voice. “Someone’s convinced Jurgens to call our note.”
Roo instantly lost his fatigue. He took Jason by the arm and led him to the table that was now thought of as the Bitter Sea Company table, where Masterson, Hume, and Crowley sat. Roo came, sat, and said, “Jurgens has called our note.”
“What?” said Masterson. “He agreed to the extension.” Looking at Jason, he asked, “What happened?”
Jason sat down and spread out the paper work before him. “This is far worse than an untimely debt call, gentlemen.” He pointed at a ledger sheet.
“Someone at our countinghouse has been . . . for lack of a better term, embezzling funds.”
At that both Hume and Crowley sat upright.
“What?” demanded Crowley.
Jason politely and patiently began to explain, despite several interruptions. The short explanation was that not only had someone cleverly buried tens of thousands of golden sovereigns through clever transfers from account to account, they had also managed to avoid detection for months. Now there was almost a quarter-million sovereigns unaccounted for. The only reason Jason had been able to uncover the deceit was because of the note being called.
“The worst of it, gentlemen,” said Jason, “is that one way or another, the call comes at the most critical moment for the Bitter Sea Company since it was founded. If we can’t meet this demand note from Jurgens, we lose the options on Blue Star Shipping, and without those ships, we can’t make a half-dozen critical contracts.”
“What’s the worst?” asked Roo.
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“The worst? If this note is not met, you can lose it all.”
Suddenly Crowley was saying, “This is your doing, Avery! I told you we were moving too fast. We needed time to consolidate, to build capital reserves, but you insisted we keep taking positions. Luck turns, Rupert! And it has just turned on us!”
Masterson said, “What’s the note?”
Jason said, “Six hundred thousand golden sovereigns.”
“How light are we?”
Jason laughed bitterly. “Exactly what was embezzled. We can liquidate a few holdings quickly and maybe come to four hundred thousand. But there’s easily two hundred thousand less than we need.”
“Who did this?” demanded Hume.
Jason said, “More than one scribe had to be involved.” He sat back and scratched his chin. “I hate to say this, but it’s as if the entire firm was being employed to ruin the Bitter Sea Company.”
Roo was silent a moment, then said, “That’s exactly what happened. That countinghouse was just too ripe a plum for any of us to pass up.” He pointed a finger at Crowley. “That includes you, too, Brandon.”
Crowley reluctantly said, “That is true.”
“Someone set us up, gentlemen. Who?”
“Estherbrook,” said Masterson. “At least, he’s one of the few with the resources.”
“But he hurts himself,” said Roo. “He’s involved in a half-dozen deals with the Bitter Sea Company.”
“But we’re big enough to be causing him some concern,” said Hume.
Masterson said, “There are others. Wendel prince.qxd 9/4/02 10:38 AM Page 449
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Brothers, Jalanki Traders, hell, the big trading houses in the Free Cities, Kilraine and the others, all of them have reasons to be wary of us.”
Roo said, “Jason, go to the office and get Luis, Duncan, and any of the other men who can be trusted and know how to hold a sword. Then go to the countinghouse and put everyone there under guard.
We’re going to get to the bottom of this before whoever is working against us there catches wind that we know.”
Jason stood up. “I’ll leave at once.”
Masterson said, “If this was an arranged betrayal, he’ll find the countinghouse office empty, I’ll bet.”
Roo pushed back the chair and shook his head. “I won’t take that bet.” The dark feeling inside was threatening to rise up and sweep over him. He could feel a deep dread building that he might be reduced to a penniless freebooter as quickly as he had risen to prominence. He took a deep breath. “Well, worry won’t feed the team, as my father used to say. I suggest we put our minds to how we raise a quick quarter-million golden sovereigns of capital in”—he glanced at the demand note Jason had left on the table—”the next two days.”
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