Hope's End: A Powder Mage Short Story (4 page)
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Authors: Brian McClellan
Verundish sputtered and choked, but managed to swallow a mouthful. When the doctor stepped away, she said, “How long?”
The doctor put a hand gently on Verundish’s shoulder. “The attack on Darjah was four weeks ago.”
“Four weeks?” She couldn’t help the urgency in her voice. The letter from her husband, before the Hope’s End, had already been five weeks old. In less than a month, Genevie would be sold to slavers. Verundish struggled to get up, her body shaking.
The doctor pressed her back down to her bed. “Wait, colonel. Please calm down.”
“I have to get up.”
“The field marshal will be here any moment, colonel.”
Field Marshal Beravich was coming to see her? What could he possibly want to see her for? “Verundish. I’m Captain Verundish.”
“I’m afraid not,” a male voice said from the doorway. “Doctor, please give us a moment.”
The doctor nodded and left Verundish’s side, only to be replaced with General Tamas. “Good morning, colonel.” Tamas said, sitting beside her bed.
“Sir?” she asked weakly.
“You’re a lieutenant colonel now, Verundish. The necessary paperwork was finished three weeks ago, though I’m waiting until you recovered to assign you to a battalion.”
That wasn’t possible. She couldn’t believe it. She had advanced two whole ranks. Surely she didn’t deserve that, not even after leading a Hope’s End. “I... thank you, sir.”
Tamas waved it away with one hand.
“Sir, was I really out for four weeks?”
“You’ve been in a mala stupor for much of that, in order to kill the pain. Getting seared the way you did by Privileged fire causes great physical and mental trauma on a regular person.”
“I see.”
Tamas nodded, his mind clearly elsewhere.
“Field Marshal Beravich?”
The corner of Tamas’ mouth twitched upward. “What of him?”
“Was he coming here?”
“I’m afraid Beravich is dead. Two days after we took Darjah his own forces were overrun by Gurlish partisans. He’s been avenged, I assure you.”
“Oh.” It took Verundish a few moments to process the information and grasp the implication. “Congratulations, sir.”
Field Marshal Tamas inclined his head in a modest gesture. He stood, stretching, and looking up toward the slash of light coming in through the window above them. “Now that you’re coherent, we’ll get you a proper room. They have to wean you off the mala. I’m told it will be several months until you’re fit for command.”
Verundish struggled to sit up and failed, the effort exhausting her. Several months? She had to return to Adro now. She had to get back before her hated husband could make good on his threat. Even the fastest of ships might not take her home in time.
Tamas cocked an eyebrow at her struggles. “Going somewhere, colonel?”
“Sir,” Verundish said, trying not to sound desperate. “I need to return to Adro. To attend to personal matters.”
“I’m afraid I can’t allow that,” Tamas said. “You’re needed. I intend to finish this bloody war by winter, and then we’ll all get to go home.”
Genevie wouldn’t be there by then. She’d be gone, sold into slavery and used like a... Verundish squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold back to tears.
“Colonel?”
“Sir?”
“Is there anything you’d like to tell me, colonel?”
“No, sir.”
There was several moments of silence, and Tamas remained facing away from her, looking up at the window. “Pride,” he said, “is a strange thing.”
“Sir?”
“We allow ourselves and our loved ones to suffer so much just to appease this feeling in our gut. Sometimes I envy those men who don’t let pride cloud their judgment.”
Verundish didn’t trust herself to speak.
Tamas continued, “The Arch Diocel of Adro owes me a favor. The paperwork for your divorce should go through” —he paused, as if considering the date— “within a week or two. Your daughter will be in your parents’ custody until you return. If I were in Adro I would challenge your husband to a duel and kill him myself. Children, I think, should be exempt from the petty bickering of adults.”
Verundish felt the tension in her body melting away and could no longer hold back the tears. “I agree, sir. Thank you.”
Tamas took a deep breath. “I don’t normally interfere in this way, but as you might know I have my own son, barely two years old. I take this kind of thing... personally.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, sir, how did you find out?”
“Do you really have to ask?”
Constaire. Of course. A man with no pride. The silly fool had just saved her life. Something stirred in Verundish.
“Oh,” Tamas added as he opened the door to go. “Major Constaire has asked me to marry the two of you. If you feel the same way, it could be done as soon as we have word of your divorce.”
Major Constaire. He had gotten his promotion for leading the second wave against Darjah.
Verundish couldn’t help the smile on her face. “It would be an honor.”
“Good.” A smile flitted across Tamas’ serious face, and then he was gone.
For more in the Powder Mage universe:
The Powder Mage Trilogy
Orbit, April 2013
The Powder Mage Trilogy
Orbit, February 2014
A Powder Mage Short Story
June 2013
Contact Brian McClellan
Acknowledgements
Michele McClellan - editor
Sunny Morton - copy editor
Isaac Stewart - cover artist
Martin Hodo - beta reader
David Wohlreich - beta reader
Megan O’Keefe - beta reader
Josh Vogt - beta reader
Mark Lindberg - beta reader
Jesse Koepke - beta reader
Doug Smith - beta reader
Gavin Pugh - book maker
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