It doesnt have its fleet, Thanos pointed out. I persuaded most of them to help Delos.
He felt a wave of guilt over that. If he hadnt talked Akila into helping, a lot of good people wouldnt be dead, and Haylon would have the means to defend itself. His friend wouldnt be lying wounded on the deck of their boat, waiting for assistance.
We chose to come, Akila managed from where he lay.
And if they dont have a fleet, its all the more reason to try to help them, Ceres said. All of you, think, its the only friendly place nearby. It held off the Empire when it was strong enough that Felldust didnt dare to attack. It needs our help. So does Akila. Were going to Haylon.
Thanos couldnt argue with any of that. More than that, he could see the others coming around to it. Ceres had always had the ability to do that. It had been her name, not his, that had brought the Bone Folk. It had been she who had been able to persuade Lord Wests men, and the rebellion. She impressed him more and more every time she did it.
It was enough that Thanos would follow wherever she wanted to go, to Haylon or beyond. He could put the attempt to find his parentage on hold for now. Ceres was what mattered; Ceres, and dealing with the damage that Felldust would do if they spread out beyond Delos. Hed heard it on the docks in Port Leyward: this wasnt going to be a quick raid.
Theres a problem if we want to go to Haylon, Sartes pointed out. To get there, we would have to go through Felldusts fleet. Thats the direction they were coming from, right? And I dont think theyre all sitting in Deloss harbor.
They arent, Thanos agreed, thinking back to what hed seen in Felldust. There had been whole flotillas of ships that hadnt set off for the Empire yet; the ships of the other Stones had sat waiting to see what would happen, or been there gathering supplies so that they could join in the process of raiding.
They would be a real threat if their small boat tried to sail to Haylon by the direct route. It would simply be a matter of luck whether they met with foes on the way, and Thanos wasnt sure whether Ceres would be able to pull off her disappearing trick for them again.
Well have to go around, he said. We skirt the coast until were well clear of any route they might take, then come around to Haylon from its far side.
He could see that the others werent happy about that thought, and Thanos guessed that it wasnt just because of the extra time involved. He knew what that route meant.
Jeva was the one to say it.
Taking that route would bring us through the Passage of Monsters, she said. It might be better to take our chances with Felldust.
Thanos shook his head. Theyll hunt us down if they see us. At least this way, we have a chance of going undetected.
We have a chance of getting eaten too, the Bone Folk woman pointed out.
Thanos shrugged. There were no better options that he could see. There was no time to go anywhere else, and no better way through. They could risk this, or sit there until Akila died, and Thanos wouldnt abandon his friend like that.
Ceres seemed to feel the same way.
The Passage of Monsters it is. Lets get the sail up!
CHAPTER FIVE
Ulren, the Second Stone, approached the five-sided tower with the calm determination of a man who had plotted everything that might happen next. Around him, the dust of the city swirled in its usual endless dance, making him want to cough or cover his mouth. Ulren did neither. This was a moment to appear strong.
There were guards on the doors, as there always were. Ostensibly paid by all five Stones, but Irriens men in truth. That was why they crossed their pikes in challenge, a small reminder to any lesser Stone of their place.
Who goes? one called.
Ulren smiled at that. The new First Stone of Felldust.
He had a moment to see the shock in their eyes before his men stepped from the dust, raising their crossbows. He did not have the sheer weight of arms that Irrien did or the cunning spies of Vexa, the wealth of Kas or the noble friends of Borion, but he had enough of each, and now, finally, he had the boldness to use them.
He enjoyed the sight of crossbow bolts feathering the guards chests after theyd held him back so many times. It was petty, but this was a moment to give in to pettiness. This was the moment when he got to do everything hed ever wanted.
He opened the door with his key, stepping inside into the light of the tower. What did it say about the city that the lamp smokefilled air inside was still better than that outdoors? Still, even that seemed sweet today.
Be swift, he said to the men and women who followed. Strike quickly.
They spread out, the gleam of their weapons dulled with lamp black. When guards came from one of the corridors, they leapt forward in silence, striking out. Ulren didnt stop to watch the blood and the death. Right then, none of that mattered.
He set off up the seemingly endless flights of stairs that led to the top chamber. Hed done this so many times now, and each time, it had been in the expectation that he would be there as a lesser thing, second or third or less in a city where the First of Five was the one place that mattered.
That was the cruel joke of the city, in Ulrens eyes. Everyone fighting to be on top, five working in concert, but everyone knew that the First Stone was the strongest. Ulren had been plotting to be First for so long that he couldnt remember a time when hed wanted anything else.
Hed been cautious, even though this should always have been his. Hed built his power, starting with the lands of his family but adding to them, tending his resources the way a gardener might have tended a plant. Hed been so patient, so very patient. Hed worked himself to the very edge of taking the First Stones seat.
Then Irrien had come along, and hed had to be patient again.
Around Ulren, the killings continued as he climbed. Servants in the First Stones colors died, cut down by his men. No hesitation, no remorse. Felldust was a land where even an innocent-looking slave might hold a dagger, hoping to advance.
A soldier charged from the shadows, and Ulren grappled with him, looking for leverage.
The man was strong, although maybe that was simply age weighing against him. Ulren found that his body ached now when hed been in the training ring in his home, and the slave girls whod once come to him quite willingly now had to hide their looks of disgust and dismay. There were days when he walked into rooms and could barely remember why hed bothered.
But hed lost none of his cunning. He turned with the force of the other mans rush, hooking his foot behind his attackers leg and pushing with what strength he had. The soldier stumbled, and then tumbled, going head over heels down the spiral stairs that led up the five-sided tower. Ulren left him for his warriors to finish. It was enough that he hadnt seemed weak.
Everything is in place in the rest of the city? he asked Travlen, the priest who had given up his order to walk beside him.
Yes, my lord. Your warriors are hitting those of Irriens people who remain in the city even as we speak. A number of his business enterprises have offered to come over to your side, while in those that havent, Im told the slaughter has been enough to please the gods themselves.
Ulren nodded. Thats good. Accept any who wish to join us, then see who can replace the ones who run them. I have no time for traitors.
Ulren nodded. Thats good. Accept any who wish to join us, then see who can replace the ones who run them. I have no time for traitors.
Yes, my lord.
Gods, Ulren said, will these stairs never end?
Another man might have considered moving the heart of Felldusts power once he had control of it, but Ulren knew better than that. In a land such as this, tradition was just one more way of keeping control.
They reached the highest floor, where servants and slaves cut fruit and carried water, waiting on any whim of the other Stones. Ulren stood there, his warriors spreading out around him.
Are any here slaves or servants of the First Stone? he demanded.
Some moved forward. How could they do anything else? Irrien had abandoned them here. Perhaps he wanted them in place when he came back. Perhaps he simply didnt care. Ulren surveyed the men and women who stood there. He imagined that Irrien would be savoring the fear on their faces right then. Hed spent enough time around the First Stone to know exactly what kind of man his rival was.
Ulren simply didnt care. From this moment, you are all my slaves. My men will determine which of you are worth keeping, and which will be given to the temples for sacrifice.
But I am a free man, one of the servants there complained.
Ulren stepped in and stabbed him with a serrated blade, up through the sternum and then out of his back.
A free man who chose the wrong side. Does anyone else wish to die?
They knelt instead. Ulren ignored them, stepping over to the great double doors that marked the main entrance to the council chamber. There were other entrances, one for each of the Stones. It was meant to show their independence. It certainly gave them a way to run if it came to it.
He didnt think that they would run from this, though. Not if he did it properly. Ulren signaled for his people to hang back and wait. There were ways to do these things. It was something that Irrien had never understood, being a barbarian from the dust. It was the one advantage that the Second Stone had over the First, and he intended to make the most of it.
He held out his hand, and one of his servants passed him his dark robes of office. Ulren wrapped them around himself, keeping the hood pushed back as he made his way to the doors. The bloody sword was still in his hand. It was better to be clear about what this was.
He stepped over to one of the high windows there, looking out over the city. The dust made it hard to see anything, but he could imagine what would be happening below. Warriors would be moving through the streets, hunting those Irrien had left behind. Criers would be following them, proclaiming the change. Thugs would be telling merchants whom they now owed their taxes to. The city was shifting beneath that dust, and Ulren had made certain that it would shift his way.
Even so, he was cautious. Hed been ready to take the First Stones seat once before. Hed prepared the strongest mercenaries, built up a stock of secrets, only to find an upstart taking the throne before he could get to it.
Who had been the First Stone then? Maxim? Thessa? It was hard to remember, the rulership of the city had shifted so often in those days. The only part that mattered was that Irrien had come in and taken what should have been his. Ulren had survived by accepting that. Now, the First Stone had overreached, and it was time to do more.
He stepped into the room where the Five Stones made their decisions. The others were there already, as hed hoped they would be. Kas was stroking his trident beard in worry. Vexa was reading through a report. Borion had the bravado of a man who knew that there was trouble.
What is this? he asked.
Ulren didnt waste time with pleasantries. I have decided to challenge Irrien for his seat.
He watched the others reactions. Kas continued to stroke his beard. Vexa raised an eyebrow. Borion was the one who reacted most, but then, Ulren had expected that. How many challengers had Irrien warned the fop about? How many times had he helped with the other mans gambling debts?
Irrien is not here to challenge, Borion pointed out.
As if there was no precedent for that. Did he think that Ulren hadnt seen every permutation of the council in his time as one of its Stones?
Then that should make it easier, shouldnt it? Ulren said. He moved forward to take Irriens seat.
To his surprise, Borion stepped in front of him, drawing a slender blade.
And you think youll make yourself First Stone? he said. An old man who took his position so long ago no one can even remember? Who keeps the Second Stones spot mostly because Irrien doesnt want disruption?
Ulren moved out into an open section of the floor, stripping off his formal robe and wrapping it loosely over one arm.
Is that why you think I hold onto it? he said. Do you really want to try me, boy?
Ive wanted it for years, but Irrien kept telling me no, Borion said. He lifted his blade into a duelists posture. Ulren smiled at that.
This is your last chance to live, Ulren said, although in truth that had passed the moment the other man lifted a blade against him. Note that Kas and Vexa have more sense than to try this. Put your weapon aside, and take your seat. You should even be able to move up a place.
Why move up one when I can kill an old man and move up three? Borion countered.
He lunged forward, and Ulren had to admit that the boy was fast. Ulren had probably been faster in his youth, but that was a long time ago now. Hed had plenty of time to learn the skills of war, though, and a man who judged the distance right didnt have to be fast. He swept around his balled up cloak to swirl and tangle with Borions sword.
Is that all you have, old man? the Fifth Stone demanded. Tricks?
Ulren laughed at that, then attacked in the middle of it. Borion was quick enough to jump back, but not without Ulrens blade scraping across his chest.
Dont underestimate tricks, boy, Ulren said. A man survives any way he can.
He stepped back, waiting.
Borion rushed in. Of course he rushed in. The young reacted, they moved in line with their emotions. They didnt think. Or they didnt think enough. Borion tried for a measure of cunning, with feints that Ulren had seen a hundred times before. That was the peril of being young: you thought you had invented things that had gotten many men killed before you.
Ulren stepped aside and threw his cloak over the younger man as he passed with his real stroke. Borion flailed at the fabric, trying to clear it, and in that moment, Ulren struck. He moved in close, gripping Borions arm so that he couldnt bring his sword to bear, then started to stab.
He did it methodically, consistently, with the patience that hed built up in years of fighting. Ulren could see the blood seeping through his cloak as it wrapped around Borion, but he didnt stop until the other man fell. Hed seen men come back from the worst of injuries. He wasnt going to risk anything.
He stood there, breathing hard. It had been bad enough climbing all the stairs. Killing a man felt as though his lungs might burst with the effort, but Ulren disguised it. He moved over to Irriens seat, positioning himself behind it first.
Do either of you wish to object? he asked Kas and Vexa.
Only to the mess, Kas said. But there are slaves for such things, I suppose.
Hail the First Stone, Vexa said, without any particular enthusiasm.
It was a moment of triumph. More than that, it was the moment that Ulren had worked toward for years. Now that it was here, it felt strange to actually sit in the First Stones seat, lowering himself down onto the granite of it.