King’s Wrath (33 page)

‘You would let her maim you?’

‘Not happily but willingly, if she is near enough.’

‘But you and she were next to one another. How come she didn’t react? It was only when she touched you that her response began.’

Kilt frowned. ‘I can only put that down to her being taken away from this plane before her magic woke fully. Touching an aegis awakened it, I’d guess, like suddenly igniting a flame in a barn of straw.’

Corbel blew out his cheeks with a big sigh. ‘And so now you’re going to tell me that you have reacted the same way to Loethar.’

‘I hate to be predictable but yes. My reaction to him was less hysterical, I suppose, than to the princess but it was the strongest
I’ve ever felt. Even Brennus, all those years — his magic was very weak, like Leo. Anyway, that’s why I’m here and on the run. Loethar nearly had me in his clutch and Leo saw that and got the same idea.’

‘And Gav’s with Leo,’ Corbel said, thinking aloud.

‘The last I saw.’

‘We were called back through magic. Do you know what is expected of us?’

‘I suppose only that fellow Sergius you’ve told me about can explain that. I can’t guess, other than for Genevieve to attempt a coup.’

‘Putting Evie on the throne by force?’

Kilt shrugged. ‘I can’t imagine her father went to all the effort of hiding her simply because he was so in love with his hours-old daughter. He was very calculating, both as a man and as a ruler. So,’ he sighed, ‘I suspect she was sent away to be kept safe, so that she could rule if her brother couldn’t. As a contingency.’

‘She will not want the throne.’

‘But you knew that before you returned. So I presume you don’t care what she wants. If you’re anything like your brother you’re all about duty.’

Corbel scowled at him. ‘That’s not how it is.’

‘It is, de Vis,’ Kilt said wearily. ‘You surely didn’t think being brought back meant there would be a parade and people flinging flowers for Genevieve to tread on all the way to her coronation, did you? Genevieve smiling indulgently as she is crowned beloved new queen?’ He kept his tone kind although the words were sarcastic. ‘At the back of your mind you had to believe there was a fight waiting.’

Corbel gave an angry groan. ‘I don’t want her life threatened.’

Kilt made a soft scoffing sound. ‘And now you’re just deluding yourself. You knew from the moment she was given to you as a newborn that her life was threatened. But you weren’t emotionally attached to her then. Now you clearly are,’ he said
lightly. ‘It’s harder to risk someone you … care about.’ He smiled. ‘And yet risk her you have because it is your sworn duty.’

‘We were not living a real life. When I recognised the magic reach out and call to me I had to answer it. I didn’t have a choice.’

‘Didn’t you?’ Kilt broke the awkward pause that followed by hauling himself to his feet. ‘Lo, but I’m getting very weary of how this Valisar magic leaves me so helpless. I think I would happily kill all the Valisars myself if it meant ridding myself of this weakness … not that I can get within howling distance of them with a weapon.’ He winked at Corbel. ‘Come on, de Vis. It’s no good moping. Something very strange was happening at Brighthelm a day or so ago and it involved the throne. We have to make some decisions. I think another Valisar has crept out of the woodwork.’

Corbel looked at him from where he still sat. ‘There isn’t one.’

‘Well, I’m afraid that doesn’t wash at all. We didn’t know Loethar was Valisar, did we? And yet Valisar he is. No one knew that the princess was alive and well and capable of claiming the throne, and yet here she is. Leo has always spoken fondly of Piven and we don’t —’

‘Piven?’ Corbel shook his head and stood easily. ‘Piven was lost in his mind. He was a complete invalid. If it wasn’t for his mother he would have been kept on a leash or caged. It beggars belief that he didn’t kill him.’

‘Indeed. But now we could hazard that he perhaps felt a vague family connection, especially as Leo tells us that Piven was so affectionate to Loethar. The boy was no threat, after all, clearly a helpless innocent.’ Kilt flashed a wry glance at Corbel and his mouth twisted into a brief crooked grin. ‘Or was he? Has he got everyone fooled?’

‘Impossible!’ Corbel snapped.

‘I’m telling you, de Vis. I have no control over how I respond to Valisar magic. And there
was
a Valisar in the square yesterday;
it was a male and he wasn’t scared of anyone. He sounded like Leo, but younger. I can assure you it wasn’t Loethar.’

‘It wasn’t Piven,’ Corbel growled, but he no longer looked as sure.

Kilt gave a small shake of his head. ‘Fair enough, but if you follow that theory, you now have a fifth Valisar running around — a dangerous one, by the sounds of things. And he’s in the capital and he’s got an aegis already trammelled, from the little I could tell. That spells real trouble for everyone.’

‘What do we do?’

Kilt had been thinking of nothing else since he regained his wits. ‘I need some time to think. Will you give me that?’

Corbel nodded, his expression sombre.

‘I’m going for a walk. I will not disappear, I give you my word,’ he said, holding out a hand. Corbel took it. ‘Tell my large companion Jewd — who will likely be foaming at the mouth with rage — that I’m sorry and I’ll be back shortly.’

He left Corbel in the storeroom looking confused and staring at its contents.

25

 

Leo walked with Reuth through a small orchard. They were alone; Marth had seen to it. ‘Be warned,’ he’d cautioned Leo.

Reuth, looking surprised to even be introduced to the newcomer so soon, had turned to Leo. ‘What was that about?’

‘You’ll understand after we’ve spoken,’ he had said cryptically and then proceeded to ask her a number of questions about her life, her loyalties, and most importantly, her despairs and dreams. Satisfied that Marth had been correct to mention her as a potential ally, he had told her his story.

As it had unfolded and mid-morning had passed through midday well into the afternoon, Reuth had become pale. Even the few question she’d asked began to give way to a stunned silence as the gravity of what she was learning began to sink in.

After Leo had finished with his reason for being in Barronel, he’d given her time to digest everything.

He felt the silence between them become pensive.

‘How can I trust this?’ she whispered.

‘Why else would I give myself up to the authorities?’

‘I don’t know — I certainly can’t understand willing incarceration!’ she snapped.

‘I’m offering you a chance to fight back, Reuth.’

‘I don’t see how one man — exiled king or not — can make a
difference.’ She turned away. ‘We are not soldiers or fighters; we have no weapons —’

‘You have magic,’ he insisted.

Reuth swung back. ‘Yes … some people can actually make the plants grow faster, others can predict the rain, or talk backwards, or have an impossibly amazing memory that cannot be tripped up. I know someone here who can make a ladle stir a pot without having to lift a finger — although she has to then recover for more than a day from the headache it provokes. I can see just how jolly useful stirring pots and making plants grow can be when it comes to overthrowing a tyrant with a powerful army and the majority of support from the very people he has cowed!’

Leo stared at her. The deep breaths she was taking revealed just how helpless she felt, nor could her stinging words disguise the passion she tried so hard to cover. Oh yes, Reuth wanted revenge all right … and he had the means to give her that revenge.

He smiled. ‘It would take only one of you … if I can find the right person.’

She looked at him as though he had lost his mind. ‘What are you talking about? One of us?’

Leo nodded. ‘A very particular person. Vested, secretive, probably unassuming; in fact the least obvious person you could imagine may well be the most powerfully endowed person in this camp.’

‘I don’t understand,’ she whispered, but Leo could see her desperation to believe in him, to nibble from the carrot he seemed to be enjoying dangling before her.

Before anything more could be said, Marth found them again.

‘Well?’ Leo said.

‘It is all as you promised.’

‘Do you believe me?’

‘Have I a choice?’

Leo impaled the man with a steely glare. ‘Do you think I’m lying about anything I’ve told you?’

Marth shook his head without hesitation. ‘I am with you.’

Leo nodded once. ‘Thank you.’ He turned back to Reuth. ‘Now,’ he began more gently. ‘I know you don’t understand because I haven’t explained it fully. Have you heard of the aegis magic, Reuth?’

Her frown deepened. ‘No.’

‘Then let me explain.’

Later, when Leo finally paused, Reuth looked even more dumbfounded than she had earlier.

‘How do you know it works?’

‘I’ve watched its effect on an aegis and a Valisar.’

‘Which Valisar? There aren’t any alive except you or your adopted brother.’

Leo hesitated, covering his error with a blink. ‘I meant me.’ He cleared his throat and moved quickly on. ‘I had an aegis within my grasp just a day or so ago. I —’

‘Then why didn’t you — what was the word?’

‘Trammel?’ he offered patiently.

‘Yes. Why didn’t you trammel that Vested, seeing as you are old enough, look strong enough, felt secure enough and clearly don’t lack for arrogance.’

‘Careful, Reuth,’ Marth counselled. ‘You’re talking to the Valisar king.’

Reuth laughed. ‘And look how scared I am! Besides, he is not a king, he is a man who believes he has the right to claim kingship. The last I took notice we were living under an emperor.’ She turned to Leo. ‘I didn’t even have the chance to hug my husband farewell. While you were safely hidden he was dragged from my side and unceremoniously slaughtered in some dingy outhouse of your palace by Stracker and his thugs. Don’t talk to me about respect for the Valisar throne. You Valisars did
nothing;
nothing to save the other realms and nothing to save
your own! Your father let all of us take the consequences of his inaction.’

She poked Leo in the chest, unafraid. ‘In the early days I cared about the Valisar name. Really I did. But since I’ve lost my second husband, since my children and I were transferred here, treated as prisoners, I’ve come to believe that it doesn’t matter who is ruling when no one is looking out for the helpless. And I am helpless, as are most of us Vested. My ability to predict the weather accurately has been enough to have me incarcerated and tattoed, my children growing up as prisoners in a downtrodden camp of people who have no use until an upstart comes through with a claim on the throne and a grand idea to use one of us to further his own importance.’ She spat on the ground and then impaled him with a glare. ‘Why didn’t you grab hold of your own sorcerer the other day?’

Leo felt as though he’d just been chastised like a child getting his letters or numbers wrong. This older woman wasn’t at all impressed or in awe of him or his title or his pedigree. He felt his cheeks burn with humiliation as he realised that no one would take him seriously until he stopped believing that everyone owed him their fealty.

Freath had tried to explain it, Kilt had angrily told him much the same and then Gavriel — his most loyal friend, someone who considered Leo’s safety more important than his own — had conveyed the identical message. It was time now for honesty with himself, he realised; time for him to really behave as a king should. He knew his mother would want him to lead by example and his father would expect him to brutally take control and prove his leadership skills, not simply expect people to follow because of his name, or his bloodline. But Brennus would tell Leo that he must be cunning. And so Leo told himself that so long as he convinced people of his sincerity, he was giving them what they wanted while at the same time achieving what needed to be done … for the good of the Valisar throne.

He looked down, striking a humble tone. ‘I wasn’t quick enough, Reuth. I have been outwitted at every turn. An aegis is constantly hiding his or her magic; they’ve spent a lifetime concealing the truth. I don’t know what I’m doing; I don’t recall my father ever seeking his aegis and so I have no experience with this whole notion of magic. I don’t even know if this trammelling can work but I’ll be damned if I’ll just grow old in the forest, hiding from the soldiers, forgiving myself my fear of declaring myself. Better to die on the end of the blade fighting for my birthright than to fade away an old man who spent his life wondering.’

Marth shifted uncomfortably where he stood; Leo sensed he had the general on his side. But it seemed Reuth wasn’t ready to give up fighting back yet.

‘Why haven’t you tried any earlier?’ she demanded. ‘You speak as though you have wanted revenge against Loethar since the day of his arrival into Penraven.’

‘I have,’ Leo said quietly, recalling how Loethar used a soft voice to intimidate. It worked; she bit back on whatever retort sprang to her mind. ‘But I was a child for the first five anni and the last five have been spent maturing, finding the right moment to strike.’ He was pleased with that; it sounded not only reasonable but almost like an admonishment.

‘And this is it?’ she asked and he saw a glitter in her eye that told him Reuth simply needed a worthy, reliable excuse to help attempt a coup.

He nodded. ‘This is it,’ he answered gravely. ‘I happen to know that Loethar is under siege.’ He held up a hand to stop more questions. ‘Forgive me, I have no time to explain everything, Reuth. In this you must trust me. I know that Loethar is on the run.’

‘Stracker,’ she breathed. It was not a question but Leo answered as though it was.

‘Yes, his half-brother has taken over the rule of the empire. No one has realised it yet but by the time they do it could be too late.
Now, during these days of confusion, while Stracker is keen to keep the compasses peaceful while he shores up his allies, it is the perfect time for any loyalist of the Valisar throne to strike. He will not expect it.’

‘But what makes you think we have the solution … here, in sleepy Barronel?’

‘I can’t be sure you do but I had to start somewhere. If Loethar has spent the last decade rounding up everyone Vested, there’s a good chance that I’ll find an aegis here.’

Reuth looked between the two men, astonished. ‘And now I see you trust him,’ she said, cocking her head towards Marth.

‘I do,’ Marth replied. ‘Are you going to help, Reuth? No one here knows the Vested better than you. You’ve made it your business to know everyone, be trusted by everyone …’

‘Even you,’ she said harshly.

He nodded. ‘And I have never treated you badly.’

She looked back at Leo. ‘What am I looking for?’

He gave a mirthless smile. ‘Therein lies the key. I don’t know because an aegis, whomever he or she is, will cover his or her tracks so well as to be almost invisible. But if I were an aegis I would probably live alone, certainly quietly. I would prevent people from getting to know me terribly well.’ He shrugged. ‘That way I wouldn’t let anything slip about the very topic that I’m working so hard to keep secret. Remember, the aegis spends his or her life protecting this secret, always on guard. So perhaps someone who is hard to penetrate or read, someone who shrugs off his or her magical talent, playing it down as not being magical, simply a learned skill.’

He paused. Reuth was nodding. ‘Unfriendly, withdrawn, quiet,’ she recited. ‘Most likely a man?’

He shook his head. ‘No. Neither man nor woman is more likely. It could be you, Reuth, or it could be that young lad over there stealing pears from the orchard.’

‘How many of these people are there?’ Marth asked.

Leo shrugged. ‘Perhaps three,’ he said carefully, avoiding the truth.

‘One for you,’ Reuth counted. She looked at him, baffled, clearly unable to go on.

‘Another for my father,’ he continued without hesitation. ‘My father didn’t trammel an aegis so his, whoever it is, lives on quietly. And the same goes for my sister.’

‘The princess who died … of course,’ she replied sadly. ‘So an aegis was born for her too.’

‘Yes.’ Leo was glad he didn’t have to mention about Loethar or Piven.

Reuth seemed lost in her thoughts. ‘I was taken into Brighthelm the day your sister was cremated. It was the same day my husband was murdered.’

Leo’s breath caught in his throat. ‘The day my sister was cremated was the very day I first felt the presence of an aegis. I didn’t know it at the time and I was young, frightened, but I’ve felt the sensation again since, but not nearly as strong as on that occasion.’

Reuth looked at him quizzically. ‘And you’d not felt it previously around the palace?’

‘Never.’

‘Well, to my knowledge there was only one largish group of Vested who were brought into Brighthelm that day.’

His hopes flared. ‘What can you tell me?’ he urged.

‘That plenty more than half disappeared almost immediately. And who knows how many of that big group were slaughtered within moments of their arrival.’ He watched her purse her lips as she reined in her emotion.

‘I am sorry about your husband, Reuth … about both of them.’

She moved on. ‘The rest of us were taken to a holding room in the palace proper and that’s where we met Freath. When he chose Kirin and Clovis as his helpers, we all thought we were going to be killed. Freath was so sinister. But as it turned out I
judged him badly. The rest of us were to be killed but he found a way to save us … all eight remaining.’ She sighed. ‘Clovis is now dead, of course.’

‘As are Freath and Kirin Felt, I’m sorry to tell you.’

She didn’t look surprised. ‘They were living in the eye of the storm. I’m surprised they lasted as long as they did; Freath in particular, working as he did daily under the eye of the dragon who created the storm. He was an amazing man, Freath was; such courage, such tenacity. I owe my life to him and he gave Clovis and myself a chance to find happiness again.’

Leo swallowed. He begged inwardly that she would not ask how Freath had perished. He would have to skirt the truth if she did. ‘Of the eight, are any of them here?’ he asked, hoping to draw her attention away from Freath.

She nodded. ‘Yes. Three, in fact. Tolt, Perl and Hedray. All have valid but fairly curious skills. Hedray can communicate with the animals, Perl reads the runes — very rarely now though — and Tolt can dream future events although less as he’s aged. Hedray does not fit your criteria. She is friendly and very much part of the fabric of the Vested community. She married another Vested but he died last year. They have several children. I know her too well, know her background, have seen no sign of the caution you suggest she might show.’

He shrugged. ‘That gregariousness could be her disguise, of course,’ he warned. ‘My criteria was based on guesswork but there’s no telling how someone would choose to hide; sometimes out in the open is the most effective. What of Tolt and Perl?’

‘Perl is twenty and five summers. She’s quiet and yes, I would agree withdrawn but then so are many other Vested I could name. With me she is more than friendly enough and we are close. I like her very much but, as I say, others find her awkward.’

Leo didn’t think anything Reuth had said about the woman was particularly inspiring although Perl intrigued him. ‘She reads the runes, you say?’

Reuth shrugged. ‘So accurately it’s chilling. She has no reason to do so here … and in fact now refuses unless a soldier will pay her to. She donates the money to the good of the Vested. That is her saving grace, and why people haven’t entirely cut her off.’