Jim smiled. Our host is being modest. He holds the title of Court Baron in the Kingdom, though he abides in Olasko now, and has a few commendations from Roldem. For years an independent duchy, Olasko had become part of the Kingdom of Roldem as part of a treaty settlement after the last independent duke, Kaspar, had been deposed. Tal had played a major hand in that and as a result was highly regarded in Roldem. He still resided in Olasko, but kept quarters in the River House.
Still, said Tal, I fear my patents are he glanced at Jim, not of sufficient import to deserve the honorific. In fact, both men knew that the original role played by Tal, that of an obscure Kingdom noble, was a charade. Born of a tribal people high in the mountains called the High Fastness which bordered Olasko to the west, he had been one of the few survivors of a brutal war waged on his nation. Fate and circumstance, and the invisible hand of the Conclave of Shadows had led him around the world and had gained him fame and wealth, but it had come at a bitter price. Finally, he said, Just Tal is fine.
Where did you learn to fence? Ty asked Hal. I didnt expect such skill from someone from he paused as if trying to pick his next words carefully. The Far Coast of the Kingdom might as well have been on another world to those who lived around the Sea of Kingdoms.
Hal grinned. The rustic West? he supplied.
Swordmaster Phillip shrugged. Its true, but there are several lads Ive trained who would be no shame to the Duchy of Crydee had they come in his stead.
Its not all broadswords and heater shields, said Hal. Our familys tradition is to train in a variety of weapons. The Far Coast is heavily wooded, with few places for battles on open land, so we train as we must to defend our homes.
Interesting, said Tal. I know from experience that terrain is critical, and those who do not know how to fight where they find themselves are at a disadvantage. He was thinking of his mountainous homeland and how different warfare was there compared to the more civilized regions of the Eastern Kingdoms where there were roads and rivers to transport armies and their necessities.
We have a good number of archers, said Hal. Both bondsmen and franklins, most of whom are skilled hunters with the longbow.
At that Tal smiled.
You know the bow? asked Phillip.
As wine was poured by the servants, Talwin began to shake his head, but it was Jim who answered. He can take a rider out of his seat at a hundred yards.
Tals eyes narrowed. That story was only known to a few and up until this minute he would have bet every gold coin he had that Jim Dasher had never heard the tale of his hunting down the mercenary named Raven.
After being silent for a brief second, Tal said, Could once, but I fear my skills have declined with age.
Suddenly Swordmaster Phillip was animated. You know, speaking of riders, theres this new sort of bow, Keshian originally, a double recurved laminated with ox horn instead of heartwood. Have you seen it?
Jim caught Tals eye and Hawkins said, Yes, but perhaps we can discuss archery another time, Swordmaster. He had noticed that the last of the other diners had departed. We are alone, Jim.
The servants?
All with me for years and trusted. If Roldem or Kesh has an agent in my employ, Pugs got some magic-users who cannot do their jobs.
Good enough, said Jim. He turned first to Hal, then Tal, and said, I have sought you out to bring you warnings, both of you.
What? asked the young Western lord, under the influence of a little too much wine, but not quite drunk.
Jim held up his hand to silence him. On instructions from the Prince of Krondor, the call has been sent to your father for the Western Muster.
Phillip was half out of his seat at hearing that. I must return to Crydee at once!
Please, sit, said Jim. You cant find a ship until morning to get you to Salador, so abide a few moments longer.
Why the muster? Tal asked. I would not have thought the West was at much risk.
The Prince, at the Kings direction, is being cautious. All forces in the West the Principality, the Southern Marches, Yabon, and Crydee are to muster. Jim sat back, obviously unhappy. Its what we dont know that has us worried. Glancing at Hawkins, he said, Our Western friends are probably not too current with the gossip from the Imperial Keshian Court.
Hal said, I suspect youre not talking ladies fashions, as from what I hear, they hardly wear enough clothing to worry about such a thing. Seeing that his humour was falling flat, he sat back in his chair and said, Sorry, to Tys obvious amusement.
Tal shook his head. Just that theres a growing faction within their ruling body, the Gallery of Lords and Masters, between some of the Trueblood, especially among the Masters of the Chariots and some generals of the Inner Legion.
Phillip said, If I know my history, its only about twenty years since the last time that alliance nearly plunged the Empire into civil war.
Jim paused for a moment, before saying, Correct. Tal, what else is being gossiped about in the halls of power? He was uncertain how much either man knew (and he was certain both boys were ignorant of) the true nature of the events Phillip referred to. An evil sorcerer by the name of Leso Varen had taken possession of the old Emperors body and almost destroyed the heart of Great Kesh. The story made public had been that Pug and other members of the Academy of Magicians at Stardock had hunted down a rogue spell-caster who had attempted to destroy the royal family.
Tal continued, Most of what we hear seems to be the usual Keshian politics. The envoys to the Court of Roldem are much as youd expect; Truebloods with ties to the Imperial Family, loyal beyond question to the Emperor, so what we hear over dinner is fairly much what youd expect from those worthies. He looked at Jim. Emperor Sezioti feels a debt to Pug and the Conclave, as well as having a much kinder perspective on the Kingdom for the aid that saved his family from Leso Varen.
He does, said Jim. However, not so many in the Gallery of Lords and Masters feel as the Imperials do. Remember, its been more than twenty years since Sezioti took the throne, and while his brother Dangai still commands the Inner Legions, outside the Imperials there are many of the Trueblood who seek to expand their power.
But war with the Kingdom? asked Hal. It makes no sense.
On the surface, said Jim. But there are two things that make me itch. He held up one finger. A common enemy defuses internal conflict, and while the Emperor and his brother may feel some debt to the Kingdom for events long past, weve had more than enough bloodshed along the border, especially in the Vale of Dreams, to overwhelm those happier reminiscences. He held up a second finger. They smell weakness. The Kingdom has never been more vulnerable.
Tal let out a long sigh. The King.
Yes, the King. Gregory is weak. And while his father Patrick was hardly that, he was imprudent. He let his well-known temper bring him to insult Kesh on more than one occasion. So weve lacked a prudent ruler for many years.
Edward is a fine administrator, but the West has been almost forgotten in a generation, and He sat back.
What? asked Hal, now alarmed. You dont expect Kesh to attack Crydee, certainly?
What? asked Hal, now alarmed. You dont expect Kesh to attack Crydee, certainly?
We must prepare for all eventualities, said Jim.
Hal was suddenly focused, all hint of intoxication gone. The muster will be kept close to home and no companies sent east until Krondor is threatened. Should we be attacked, Yabon will answer our call for reinforcements and Crydees forces will be sent to Yabon. Kesh would be foolish to sail up from Elarial and attack Tulan or Carse.
Youve a good military mind there, young Henry, said Jim. But logic in war is often knowing things your enemy does not.
We must be prepared, said Phillip, frowning. He had reached his limit of understanding. He might be a fine soldier and a decent tactician but complex strategy was beyond his area of expertise.
What makes you think Kesh might strike in the West? asked Tal.
Choosing his words carefully, for only a handful of men in the Kingdom really understood his true role in the affairs of the Kingdom, Jim said, I am led to believe there are large mobilizations of forces in the South, including garrisons in the Keshian Confederacy. The Confederacy was a large region of tribal lands, city states, and loose alliances dominated and controlled by Kesh for centuries, though they had never been fully pacified.
Can they draw forces from the garrisons in the Confederacy?
Normally, no, answered Jim. An expression of concern crossed his face for a moment before it became unreadable once more.
The nations of the Confederacy are constantly in one of two conditions: open rebellion against the Empire, or planning the next rebellion. Those legions are vital for the stability of the southern third of the Empire. Without them, the Confederates would sweep north and occupy as much Imperial land as possible.
Ty glanced at his father, then asked Jim, Why? I mean, if the Empire pulls its forces out of the Confederacy, wouldnt the people in the Confederacy just ... let them go away?
Jim forced a smile. Not much Keshian history in your education, eh? He turned serious again. If you were to ride through that region, Ty, youd find yourself in a miserable land.
He put his hands together and formed a circle, thumbs pointing upward, an inch apart. Imagine this is the Confederacy. Across the top of the circle lie two ranges of mountains forming the Girdle of Kesh: the western, longer half is called the Belt. He wiggled his right thumb. The shorter, eastern half is the Clasp. He wiggled his left thumb. There are two towns on the north of the Girdle, Lockpoint and Teléman. Neither is rightly a town, more like very large garrisons with civilians to support them. Their task is to keep murderous hordes of very angry Confederates from sweeping north through the only major pass, between the Belt and the Clasp.
To the east of what passes for arable land is the Drahali-Kapur desert. To the west the Dragon Mere swamplands, and south an arid, rolling plain leading to more mountains, swamps, and woodlands aptly named the Forest of the Lost, because no one whos ever ventured in there has come back to tell us whats in there. As for the plains, theyre hardly useful: thin topsoil and little water, except when its storm season and everything is under three feet of water for a month.
In short, the people who reside in the Confederacy would prefer to live just about anywhere else in the world but on their own land. But, and here you see the perverse nature of humankind in fullest flower, theyll happily kill one another over who gets to squat on which miserable piece of land. Theres one town on a rocky peninsula called Brijané, home to the Brijaner sea raiders. The Imperial treasury pays them handsomely not to build ships to transport people north from the Confederacy. And they pretty much hate everyone else down there, especially the Ashunta horsemen.
But the one thing that keeps the mountain people from killing the flatlanders, the flatlanders from killing the swamp raiders and everyone from killing the desert-men is a universal hatred of the Empire. Thats what binds them together.
Jim looked off into the distance for a moment, thinking, then said, No, I cannot begin to imagine how Kesh could strip her southern garrisons for a war in the north. Yet
Doesnt the King have agents in Kesh? Hal asked.
Jim glanced at Tal and then said, It is rumoured so. He shrugged. But information is scant and unreliable.
Well, then, said Hal. Well just have to be ready for whatever Kesh brings. He didnt sound like a young man exhibiting false bravado, but rather a thoughtful future leader of men.
Jim studied him for a moment, then glanced around. Its getting late and I must get to bed soon, for theres a full day of diplomatic nonsense I must endure before tomorrows gala. Everyone stood, and Jim said, Hal, if I might request something.
Sir?
Do not return to the university tonight. With the hour late and stirrings of trouble in the air, I would sleep better knowing you are safe. You may be distant kin to his majesty, but you are still kin and I would feel a personal responsibility should anything happen to you while I was in this city.
Tal said, We have extra rooms for those rare occasions when a patron is not safe to go home. The bedding is fresh. Ty, show our two guests to their rooms.
You can travel to the university in the morning, said Jim, as you must look your best tomorrow evening. To Phillip, he said, Feel free to return to your duke, tomorrow, Swordmaster. Until certain matters here in Roldem are resolved, I will personally undertake to look after young Lord Henrys well-being. Rest assured, and please let his father know this is the case.
I will, sir. Then goodnight, gentlemen, said Swordmaster Phillip.
Ty led the two guests upstairs. When they were out of earshot, Tal said, Whats really going on down there, Jim?
While not close, the two men knew each other well enough that Tal knew Jim was very high up in the Kings court, a much more important man than his rank indicated. He also knew Jim was in charge of the Kings intelligence service. And each knew the other had served the Conclave in the past.
I dont know, Tal, and thats the gods truth. What has me concerned is that all my reports from north of the Girdle are routine: everything in the Empire itself is calm. But all my agents south of the Girdle have gone silent.
Silent?
I havent had a report from anyone in the Confederacy in three months. The two men Ive dispatched to see why have yet to return or report.
Now I understand your worry.
Theres something going on down there, and there are strange reports coming from the Imperial Court. Theres a faction of the Gallery of Lords and Masters that is almost outright calling for war against the Kingdoms.
Kingdoms?
Roldem as well as the Isles.
Are they mad? Roldems fleet alongside the Isles would sweep every Imperial ship from the ocean. The Quegans would love an excuse to sack Durbin and Elarial in the West.
They are not mad, said Jim, tapping his cheek absently as if goading himself to think. But if its true this makes no sense.
What else? asked Tal.
You dont miss much, do you?
My people are taught at a very early age to be observant, and the Conclave put me through some rigorous training. With a small smile he said, Why do you think I get so few invitations to play cards? Then his features grew solemn once more. You hid it well, but theres something you didnt tell young Lord Henry.