Part 44 (2/2)

”His father claims it gave him perspective. What I wanted to say.... I should tell everybody. Old friend of Aral's dad showed up while I was there. First man through the Savernake Gap this year.”

”Oh? News?”

Ragnarson didn't ask if it was bad. There wasn't any other kind these days.

”Go ahead. Latecomers can hear it from somebody else.” He pounded his table.

”Michael has got some news.”

Trebilc.o.c.k faced the captains, stammered.

”I'll be d.a.m.ned,” Bragi muttered. ”Stage fright.”

”I just talked to a man from Necremnos.” Michael eyed his audience. Half he didn't know. Many were foreign military officers. Most of his acquaintances were recovering from wounds. Gjerdrum still couldn't walk without help. He'd had a savage campaign of his own.

”He says Argon is kicking Necremnos all over the Roe basin. The Fadema reappeared with a general named Badalamen and a wizard named Norath. Since then everything's gone her way.”

A murmur answered him.

”Yes. The same Badalamen we whipped a couple months ago. But Norath, even without the Power, was the real difference.” He glanced into the shadows where the Egg of G.o.d lurked. It seemed excited. Did it know Norath?”Magden Norath?” Valther asked.

”Yes.”

”I heard about him in Escalon. The Monitor exiled him for undertaking forbidden research. Everybody thought he was dead.”

”He's running some nasty creatures ahead of the Argonese army,” Trebilc.o.c.k continued. ”The worst is called a savan dalage.”

”Means 'beasts of the night' in Escalonian.” Valther interjected.

”They're supposedly invulnerable. They prowl at night, killing everything.

Arist.i.thorn has only found one way to control them. He lures one into a cave or tomb and buries it.”

”I hope our friends from the Brotherhood can find a better solution,” said Ragnarson. ”I expect we'll get a look at them ourselves. Anything else, Michael?”

”Necremnos probably won't last through spring.”

”Anything about our friend in the mask?”

”No. But the man said there's been a palace revolution in s.h.i.+nsan. O s.h.i.+ng was killed. The Tervola are feuding.”

”Varthlokkur. That good or bad?”

The wizard stepped up behind Ragnarson. ”I don't know enough about what's happening to guess.”

”Mist?”

The woman sat in an out-of-the-way seat. When she rose, the foreigners gawked.

Few had encountered a beauty approaching hers.

”It's bad. They'd overthrow him only if he were too timid. The Tervola have grown anxious to grab Destiny. They're tired of waiting. As soon as they've decided who'll take over, they'll be here. The shame of Baxendala.”

”Michael, bring this Necremnen to Varthlokkur. Varthlokkur, if you can get in touch with VisiG.o.dred.ask him to send Marco to see what's going on around Necremnos.”

VisiG.o.dred had returned home after Badalamen's defeat in Moerschel. He was a genuine Itaskian count and couldn't abandon his feudal duties forever.

”I'll have Radeachar tell him.” The wizard left with Trebilc.o.c.k. Varthlokkur was developing a liking for Michael simply because the man wasn't afraid of him.

Varthlokkur had lived for centuries in a world where mere mention of his name inspired terror. He was a lonely man, desperate for companions.h.i.+p.

Ragnarson peered after them, frowning. An hour earlier Varthlokkur had asked him to be best man at his wedding.

The pain hadn't yet eased. Thoughts of Mocker made him ache to the roots of his soul. And in the wounds his friend had inflicted.

Wachtel insisted he had healed perfectly, yet he often wakened in the night suffering such agony that he couldn't get back to sleep.The temptation to drink, to turn to opiates, was maddening, yet he stubbornly endured the pain. Other voices whispered of his mission.

He turned to the Nordmen baron who was the Thing's observer here. ”Baron Krilian, haven't you people found a candidate yet?”

Ragnarson hadn't visited the Thing since his eastern expedition. There hadn't been time. Derel Prataxis handled all his business with the parliament now.

”No, Regent. We've gotten refusals from everyone we've contacted. Quite offensive, some of them. I don't understand.”

Ragnarson grinned. Men like Baron Krilian were why. ”Anybody interested?”

”The Kings of Altea, Tamerice, Anstokin, and Volstokin have all hinted. Volstokin even tried to bribe old Waverly to push him in committee.”

”Good to hear you and the old man agree on something.” Waverly, a Sedlmayr Wesson, was the Regency's whip in the Thing.

”We're all Kaveliners, Marshall.”

That truism had faltered during the civil war. Previously, the tradition had been to close ranks against outsiders. The Siluro minority had plotted with El Murid and Volstokin. The Nordmen had been in contact with Volstokin and s.h.i.+nsan.

The Queen's side hadn't been above it either. Fiana had received aid from Haroun, Altea, Kendel, and Ruderin. Ragnarson himself had come south partly at the urging of the Itaskian War Ministry.

Itaskia wanted a strong, sympathetic government controlling the Savernake Gap and lying on the flank of Hammad al Nakir. The then War Minister had been paranoid about El Murid.

Ragnarson turned to the agenda, finally got his neighbors to lend him token forces.

As the group dispersed, he asked, ”Derel, what'd we get?”

”Not much. Fifteen thousand between them.” Prataxis leaned closer. ”Liakopulos said the Guild will contribute. If you're interested. He says Hawkwind and Lauder are still angry about Dainiel and Balfour,”

”I'll take whatever help I can get.”

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