Part 50 (2/2)
”You've no proof Bulkezu is in Avaria riding north along the Veser,” said Sapientia for the third time as certain of her attendants nodded agreement.” I can't believe you let that Eagle Wolfhere ride with you, after the king outlawed him. That's as good as rebelling outright against Father's authority- ”Which I have not done, Sister.” Like an ill-trained hunting dog, Sapientia kept veering back to the already gnawed bone instead of forging forward on the trail of fresh meat.” Yet he has served me well. I might never have found you and Bayan if not for his Eagle's sight.”
”Dearly bought,” she retorted, ”if it means losing Father's trust.”
”How much trust can any of us place in the words of an outlaw?” demanded Lady Brigida, Sapientia's favorite, a florid woman with, Heribert had murmured, more hair than sense.
The lords standing at Sapientia's back murmured in agreement with Brigida's complaint. Even Thiadbold, the scarred, redheaded captain of the two cohorts of Lions who marched with the princess, nodded his head uneasily.
”Yet I wonder what news Father gains of us in Aosta?” mused Sapientia.” Surely he has reached Darre safely by now. Can't your Eagle tell you that?”
”His army has come to Dane, so it seems. No Eagle's sight is perfect, and there are certain glamours and amulets that can veil that sight.”
Murmurs rose from the a.s.sembly, hearing of such witchcraft.
”Nor have we heard from Princess Theophanu,” interposed Lady Bertha, who despite being Hugh of Austra's half sister seemed to Sanglant the most sensible of the n.o.bles traveling in Sapientia's train.” None of her messengers have gotten through to us, if indeed she has been able to send any.”
”All the more reason to return to this matter of Bulkezu's army.” Sanglant hoisted his cup and found, to his annoyance, that he had drained it. Bayan's Ungrian servants, two of them eunuchs, were as well trained as Bayan's Ungrian soldiers. A smooth-cheeked man hurried up with a pitcher of wine, a strong vintage that had already begun to make Sanglant's head swim. The Ungrians didn't cut their wine with water.
”If Bulkezu does intend to march on Osterburg,” said Sapientia, ”he'll be trapped for months in a siege.”
Sanglant sighed, and for the first time he looked directly, and beseechingly, at Bayan, who had spoken not one word since the council began.
”If it is true,” said Bayan finally. He paused. Every soul fell silent. It was easy to see who really commanded the army, although by every right and privilege the Wendish folk, at least, belonged to Sapientia.” If it is true we can trust this Eagle's sight, who says to us that for months there lies a cloud of sorcery over the land that hides Bulkezu. But I know the power of magic. None better than I! Maybe now the cloud parts and the Eagle gets a look. So. If it is true Bulkezu rides north along the Veser, then what prevents him from swinging wide, around this city, and going on his merry way, as Prince Sanglant says? Bulkezu can leave a force of small size camped outside the walls, and with this force he can trick d.u.c.h.ess Rotrudis so she will believe he sets a siege at her gates. Then, if she so believes, she will not harry him until for her and for Saony it is too late.”
”And he can do as much damage as he likes,” agreed Sanglant.” Or he could strike west before he even reaches Osterburg and go for Ka.s.sel or the Rhowne heartlands near Autun. The best we could hope for in that case would be that he drives all the way to the western sea and spends his fury laying waste to Salia.”
”What do you think we should do, Prince Sanglant?” asked Captain Thiadbold from where he stood behind the seated ladies and lords.
”I say we march hard and try to reach Osterburg before he does.”
”Impossible,” protested Lady Brigida. She giggled, as she was wont to do when she became nervous.
Lamps lit the interior of the s.p.a.cious tent. By their fitful light, Sanglant saw the faces of the others, most of them regarding him with interest and mounting excitement. On the table around which they sat the leavings of their evening's feast congealed on platters of bra.s.s and pewter: chicken and goose bones; an eviscerated bread pudding with only the crusty sides and burned bottom left; fried griddle breads; small, sweet honey cakes; and berries flavored with a mint sauce-the kind of things easily prepared on the march.” Then even if Bulkezu strikes west, we'll still be in position to pursue him no matter where he rides before autumn rain and winter snows make the roads impa.s.sable.”
Soldiers nodded. Lords and ladies murmured noises of a.s.sent. '
Bayan coughed, clearing his throat.” I have to p.i.s.s,” he said cheerfully, standing, ”but how I hate to p.i.s.s alone! Prince Sanglant, will you join me?”
Sanglant laughed.” Ah, my friend, what man could turn down such a proposal?” He rose, drained his cup, and only staggered slightly as he made his way through the a.s.sembled crowd in Bayan's wake.
Bayan's boisterous humor vanished as soon as they got outside. His faithful Ungrian guards, the kind of hard, hearty men who would rousingly toast you with a beaker of strong ale one moment and beat you to a pulp the next if you offended their master, kept watch as Bayan strode over to the horse lines. He did his business quickly and waited, whistling softly under his breath, until Sanglant was done as well.
”Now, my friend,” he said quietly, ”we must have the talk.”
”Ah, the talk. Which talk is that?”
”You are not a fool, my good friend. So I will not insult you with lies, but I will speak the truth.”
”You're scaring me, Bayan. Are you going to tell me I have to sleep with Lady Brigida lest she take her retinue and ride home in a rage? I'd sooner sleep with Bulkezu than with her. Or maybe with her warhorse.”
Bayan snorted, amused, but he shook his head and paced down toward the end of the horse lines, Sanglant following alongside, careful not to step in any fresh manure. The night was cloudy, although comfortably warm, lit only by sentry fires, the dozen lamps hung around the periphery of the royal tent, and the distant reddish flare of a bonfire burning away the remains of the dead at Machte-burg. South, Sanglant could see the scattered fires of the merchants' camp up on the rise where the ancient ring fort lay.
”So.” Bayan hadn't Sanglant's height but he was as broad through the shoulders, not at all gone to fat as some n.o.blemen his age often did. He turned to face Sanglant squarely. In this dim light Sanglant could not make out his expression.” Do we agree that Bulkezu threatens Wendar?”
”Of course.”
”This other cataclysm you have mentioned. But I cannot see it. The fire of Bulkezu's army burns too brightly before me. What does it matter if your sorcerers intrigue if we all are heads dangling from Quman belts?”
”True enough. What did you bring me out here to tell me?”
”Let us speak bluntly. She has not your charisma. She has not your prowess on the field, and not your intelligence. But you are a b.a.s.t.a.r.d, and I am Sapientia's husband. Henry named her as his heir, not you. What if you raise your sword and demand to lead the army? Maybe even you have no intention to cause her soldiers to stand behind your banner, but if you do so, then you shame her. If you shame her, she will have no choice except to withdraw. And so, my friend, will I.”
”I'm not accustomed to being commanded by anyone except the king.”
Bayan shrugged.” So. If there is to be no agreement between us, then we must split our armies.”
”We have a better chance of defeating Bulkezu if we hit him with our forces combined. You know that as well as I do.”
”So I do.”
”And you know our wisest course, if what the Eagle says is true, is to ride west to Osterburg and use it as our base to hunt down Bulkezu's army.”
”So I do. But I am the one who married the heir to Wendar and Varre. I did not marry her so that it falls to me to stand back and allow a b.a.s.t.a.r.d to command me. I mean no offense to your mother or yourself, you understand. I give you the truth because I respect you. I am knowing you well, Sanglant. You will do what is best for your father's realm.”
The heady courage given him by too much strong wine made him reckless.” Do you know, Bayan, that my father wished me to marry Adelheid of Aosta and take the king's crown in Darre?”
”Your father is a wise man. You would have done well to heed him instead of running off after a witch. Then you would have been fighting in Aosta and Henry would stand here to drive out the Quman.”
”Nay, my friend, it's not as simple as that. It's but a small step from reigning as king in Aosta to reigning as heir to the Holy Dariyan Emperor.”
”This is only a story, I think. You are not married to Adelheid. Your father is. You are not in Aosta, taking the king's crown. Your father is. That still leaves you and me out here, on this fine summer's night, taking a p.i.s.s by the horses.” He neatly sidestepped a pile of stinking manure, as graceful as ever. Bayan was not a man, Sanglant reflected, to challenge to a drinking contest.” Tell me what you intend, Sanglant. Will you contest your sister's authority? Or will you yield to her?”
”Ai, G.o.d! You ask too much!”
They had walked far enough that a nearby sentry fire illuminated Bayan's face as he smiled wryly, with the barest edge of anger, carefully honed.” Wendish pride.”
A rent in the clouds revealed the quarter moon rising along the treetops. The charnel smell from the funeral pyre tainted the air as the wind s.h.i.+fted, then died. Sanglant shook his head, but as much as he fought to remember what it had been like to be the King's Dragon, whose life was forfeit for Wendar's safety, he just could not go back, not anymore.” There's sense in what you say, but you ask too much. Am I to bow my head when I've never bowed before any person but my father? Not even for you, Bayan, and there's few people in this world I respect as well as I respect you.”
That edged smile did not waver. Bayan's lips ticked up, briefly, as if in a spasm of anger, but he did not lose control.” I will not ask you to bow your n.o.ble head, even to me, although by right you ought to. But if our armies will join, then there can be only one commander. That one must be Sapientia.”
”G.o.d have mercy, Bayan, let's not mince words, if you insist. That one may be Sapientia in name, but it will be you in fact. As it is now.”
”So, how does this trouble you? You will have as much chance to influence her as I do, will you not?
Sanglant laughed harshly.” I'm not sleeping in her bed, G.o.d forgive me for suggesting such a thing.”
”Bowing the head is not easy to learn, so I admit. Then let us here agree to defeat Bulkezu together. We go our separate ways after. Sapientia also is Margrave of Eastfall, I think you remember. When she becomes queen, I can persuade her to grant the mar-graviate of Eastfall into your care. I want Bulkezu dead. I want to drive the Quman back east where they belong. And so do you, Sanglant. If you did not, you would not be here now.” They had reached the end of the horse lines and crossed now, by unspoken consent, toward the first line of sentries.” But I do not forget your Wendish pride.”
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