He stood there in the middle of it all, daring them to fire at him.
You have one chance to live, he said. I need this beach, and I am prepared to pay you for it with your lives and those of your families. Lay down your arms and leave. Better yet, join my army. Do these things, and you will survive. Continue to fight, and I will see your homes razed.
He stood there, waiting for an answer. He got it when a shot rang out, the pain and impact of it slamming through him so hard that he staggered, falling to one knee. Right then, though, there was too much death around to stop him so easily. The crows were being well fed today, and their power would heal anything that did not kill him outright. He pushed power into the wound, closing it as he stood.
So be it, he said, and then charged forward.
Ordinarily, he did not do this. It was a foolish way of fighting; an old way that had nothing to do with well-organized armies or efficient tactics. He moved with all the speed that his power gave him, dodging and running as he closed the distance.
He killed the first man without stopping, plunging his sword deep and then wrenching it clear. He kicked the next to the ground, then finished him with a sweeping stroke of his blade. He snatched up the mans musket with one hand and fired it, using the sight of his crows to tell him where to aim.
He plunged forward into a cluster of men hiding behind a barricade of sand. Against the slow advance of his forces, it might have been enough to delay them, creating time for more men to come to bear. Against his wild charge, it made no difference. The Master of Crows leapt the sand walls, jumping into the midst of his enemies and cutting in every direction.
His men would be following behind, even if he had no concentration to spare to look through the eyes of his crows for them. He was too busy parrying sword strokes and axe blows, striking back with vicious efficiency.
Now his men were there, pouring over the sand barricades like the incoming tide. They died as they did it, but now it didnt matter to them, so long as they were there with their leader. It was what the Master of Crows had been counting on. They showed surprising loyalty for men who were little more than crow food to him.
With their numbers behind him, it wasnt long before the defenders were dead, and the Master of Crows let his men push forward toward the village.
Go, he said. Slaughter them for their defiance.
He watched the rest of the landings for a few minutes more, but there didnt seem to be any other major choke points. He had chosen his spot well.
By the time the Master of Crows reached the village, parts of it were already aflame. His men were moving through the streets, cutting down any of the villagers they found. Most were, anyway. The Master of Crows saw one dragging a young woman from the village, her fear matched only by the soldiers obvious enjoyment of it.
What are you doing? he asked as he got closer.
The man stared at him in shock. I I saw this one, my lord, and I thought
You thought youd keep her, the Master of Crows finished for him.
Well, shed fetch a fine price in the right place. The soldier dared a smile that seemed designed to make the two of them part of some grand conspiracy.
I see, he said. I did not order that though. Did I?
My lord the soldier began, but the Master of Crows was already raising a pistol. He fired it so close that the other mans features all but disappeared in the blast of it. The young woman beside him seemed too shocked even to scream as her attacker fell.
It is important that my men learn to act in accordance with my orders, the Master of Crows said to the woman. There are places where I allow captives, and others where it is agreed that none but the gifted are to be harmed. It is important that discipline is maintained.
The woman looked hopeful then, as if thinking that this was all some mistake, in spite of the depredations of the others in the village. She looked that way right up to the point when the Master of Crows thrust his sword through her heart, the thrust sure and clean, probably even painless.
In this case, I gave your men a choice, and they made it, he said as she clutched at the weapon. He pulled it out, and she fell. It is a choice I intend to give much of the rest of this kingdom. Perhaps they will choose more wisely.
He looked around as the slaughter continued, feeling neither pleasure nor displeasure, just a kind of even satisfaction at a task accomplished. A step, at least, because after all, this was no more than the taking of a village.
There would be much more to come.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dowager Queen Mary of the House of Flamberg sat in the great chambers of the Assembly of Nobles, trying not to look too bored on her throne at the heart of things while the supposed representatives of her people talked, and talked.
Ordinarily, it wouldnt have mattered. The Dowager had long ago mastered the art of looking impassive and regal while the great factions there argued. Typically, she let the populists and the traditionalists wear themselves out before she spoke. Today, though, that was taking longer than usual, which meant that the ever-present tightness in her lungs was growing. If she did not finish with this soon, these fools might see the secret that she worked so hard to disguise.
But there was no hurrying it. War had come, which meant that everyone wanted their chance to speak. Worse, more than a few of them wanted answers that she didnt have.
I merely wish to ask my honorable friends whether the fact that enemies have landed on our shore is indicative of a wider government policy of neglecting our nations military capabilities, Lord Hawes of Briarmarsh asked.
The honorable lord is well aware of the reasons that this Assembly has been wary of the notion of a centralized army, Lord Branston of Upper Vereford replied.
They continued to babble on, refighting old political battles while more literal ones were growing closer.
If I might state the situation, so that this Assembly does not accuse me of neglecting my duty, General Sir Guise Burborough said. The forces of the New Army have landed on our southeastern shores, bypassing many of the defenses that we put in place to prevent the possibility. They have advanced at a rapid rate, overwhelming those defenders who have tried to stop them and burning villages in their wake. Already, there are numerous refugees who seem to think that we should provide them with lodging.
It was amusing, the Dowager thought, that the man could make people running for their lives sound like unwanted relatives determined to stay too long.
What of preparations around Ashton? Graham, Marquis of the Shale, demanded. I take it that they are heading this way? Can we seal the walls?
That was the response of a man who knew nothing about cannon, the Dowager thought. She might have laughed out loud if shed had the breath for it. As it was, it was all she could do to maintain her impassive expression.
They are, the general replied. Before the month is out, we might have to prepare for a siege, and earthworks are already being constructed against the possibility.
Are we considering evacuating the people in the armys path? Lord Neresford asked. Should we advise the people of Ashton to flee north to avoid the fighting? Should our queen, at least, consider retreating to her estates?
It was funny; the Dowager had never taken him for one interested in her well-being. He had always been quick to vote against any proposal she put forward.
She decided that it was time to speak, while she still could. She stood, and the room fell silent. Even though the nobles had fought for their Assembly, they still listened to her within it.
To order an evacuation would start a panic, she said. There would be looting in the streets, and strong men who might defend their homes otherwise will flee. I will stand here too. This is my home, and I will not be seen to run from it in the face of a rabble of foes.
Far from a rabble, Your Majesty, Lord Neresford pointed out, as if the Dowagers advisors hadnt told her the precise extent of the invading force. Perhaps he just assumed that, as a woman, she wouldnt have enough knowledge of war to understand it. Although I am sure that all the Assembly is eager to hear your plans to defeat it.
The Dowager stared him down, although that was hard to do when her lungs felt as though she might burst into a coughing fit at any moment.
As the honorable lords know, she said, I have deliberately eschewed too close a role in the kingdoms armies. I wouldnt want to make you all uncomfortable by claiming to command you now.
Im sure we can forgive it this once, the lord said, as if he had the power to forgive or condemn her. What is your solution, Your Majesty?
The Dowager shrugged. I thought that we would start with a wedding.
She stood there, waiting for the furor to die down, the various factions within the Assembly shouting at one another. The royalists were cheering their support, the anti-monarchists griping about the waste of money. The military members were assuming that she was ignoring them, while those from the further reaches of the kingdom wanted to know what any of it meant for their people. The Dowager didnt say anything until she was sure that she had their attention.
Listen to yourselves, babbling like frightened children, she said. Did your tutors and your governesses not teach you the history of our nation? How many times have foreign foes sought to claim our lands, jealous of their beauty and their wealth? Shall I list them for you? Shall I tell you about the failures of the Havvers Warfleet, the Invasion of the Seven Princes? Even in our civil wars, the foes that came from without were always pushed back. It has been a thousand years since anyone has conquered this land, and yet you panic now because a few foes have evaded our first line of defenses.
She looked around the room, shaming them like children.
I cannot give our people much. I cannot command without your support, and rightly so. She didnt want them arguing about her power here and now. I can give them hope, though, which is why today, in this Assembly, I wish to announce an event that offers hope for the future. I wish to announce the impending marriage of my son Sebastian to Lady dAngelica, Marchioness of Sowerd. Will any of you seek to force a vote on the matter?
They didnt, although she suspected that it was as much because they were stunned by the announcement as anything. The Dowager didnt care. She set off from the chamber, deciding that her own preparations were more important than whatever business it would conclude in her absence.
There was still so much to do. She needed to make sure that the Danses daughters had been contained, she needed to make wedding preparations
The coughing fit took her suddenly, even though she had been expecting it through most of her speech. When her handkerchief came away stained with blood, the Dowager knew that shed pushed too hard today. That, and things were progressing faster than she would have liked.
She would finish things here. She would secure the kingdom for her sons, against all the threats, inside and out. She would see her line continue. She would see the dangers eliminated.
Before all of that, though, there was someone she needed to see.
***Sebastian, Im so sorry, Angelica said, and then stopped herself with a frown. That wasnt right. Too eager, too bright. She needed to try again. Sebastian, Im so sorry.
Better, but still not quite right. She kept practicing as she made her way along the corridors of the palace, knowing that when the time came to actually say it in earnest, it would have to be perfect. She needed to make Sebastian understand that she felt his pain, because that kind of sympathy was the first step when it came to owning his heart.
It would have been easier if shed felt anything but joy at the thought of Sophia being gone. Just the memory of the knife sliding into her brought a smile that she wouldnt be able to show in front of Sebastian when he got back.
That wouldnt be long. Angelica had beaten him home by riding hard, but she had no doubt that Rupert, Sebastian, and all the rest would return soon. She needed to be ready once they did, because there was no point in removing Sophia if she couldnt take advantage of the gap that left.
For now, though, Sebastian wasnt the member of their family she needed to worry about. She stood outside the Dowagers quarters, taking a breath while the guards watched her. When they swung the doors back in silence, Angelica set her brightest smile on her features and ventured forward.
Remember that youve done what she wants, Angelica told herself.
The Dowager was waiting for her, seated on a comfortable chair and drinking some kind of herbal tea. Angelica remembered her deep curtsey this time, and it seemed that Sebastians mother wasnt in a mood to play games.
Please rise, Angelica, she said in a tone that was surprisingly mild.
Still, it made sense that she would be pleased. Angelica had done everything that was required.
Sit there, the older woman said, gesturing to a spot beside her. It was better than having to kneel before her, although being commanded like that was still a small piece of grit rubbing against Angelicas soul. Now, tell me about your journey to Monthys.
Its done, Angelica said. Sophia is dead.
Are you sure of that? the Dowager asked. You checked her body?
Angelica frowned at the questioning note there. Was nothing good enough for this old woman?
I had to escape before that, but I stabbed her with a stiletto laced with the most vicious poison I had, she said. No one could have survived.
Well, the Dowager said, I hope youre correct. My spies say that her sister showed up?
Angelica felt her eyes widening slightly at that. She knew that Rupert wasnt back yet, so how could the Dowager have heard so much, so quickly? Maybe hed sent a bird ahead.
She did, she said. She sailed off with her sisters corpse, on a boat heading for Ishjemme.
Heading for Lars Skyddar, no doubt, the Dowager muttered. It was another small shock for Angelica. How could peasants like Sophia and her sister possibly know someone like Ishjemmes ruler?
Ive done what you wanted, Angelica said. Even to her, it sounded defensive.
Are you expecting praise? the Dowager asked. Maybe a reward? Some petty title to add to your collection, maybe?
Angelica didnt like being talked down to like that. Shed done everything the Dowager had required. Sophia was dead, and Sebastian would be home soon, ready to accept her.
I have just announced your nuptials to the Assembly of Nobles, the Dowager said. I would think that marrying my son would be reward enough.
More than enough, Angelica said. Will Sebastian accept this time, though?
The Dowager reached out, and Angelica had to force herself not to flinch as the old woman patted her cheek.