?I have had enough of waiting.? announced the demon mage, Dar-Karow. Over the course of the argument, his words had grown clipped. Candles burned low upon the council table in Rhilshen Fortress; outside, the moon climbed a cloudless night sky. ?I am sick to death of waiting! You may be inclined to trust in providence, Javan, but I am not. You are not biding your time, you are procrastinating, and she will suffer for it. She is a prisoner in a declared sorceror?s war. Have you even begin to investigate? Does this not concern you?!? He slammed his hands down on the table for emphasis.
Javan calmly held the demon?s burning gaze. ?Obviously, it does concern me. I?ll forgive your words knowing that you are upset and still mourning your own losses, Dar, but I still can?t believe that whatever happened does not figure somehow into some design of hers. Alys is strong enough that this shouldn?t have happened by accident.?
?Alysia is not all powerful. You are a purblind fool if it did not occur to you that even the mighty may be caught unaware,? Dar growled. He ran his hands over his shaven scalp in distress. ?I hold this Bloodline to be of greater personal importance than the realm, but if you will not look at this as a matter of extreme urgency to the clan, consider this. What is weeks there is months here, and she has not made a public appearance in Rhilshen for months. This has not gone unnoticed. The curs of the realm grow snappish with discontent. It is time to send the Bloodguard to find her and exact retribution upon her captor, or it is time to give up and announce the Emperialle has been lost and allow claimants for the throne to swarm Aeshelm.?
?You?re mad. A sorceror?s war is a private matter.? Javan made a curt, dismissive gesture with his hand. ?And the state of unrest of which you speak hasn?t gone unnoticed either. However, the minor nobles won?t do more than show their teeth - unless they know that the Emperialle is gone, and then, then all Hell will break loose in the realm. Be patient, Dar, and trust her. Alys won?t forgive us for interfering in her plans.?
?Javan, I don?t think it was planned,? interjected Chryrie. The moredhel-fae stood as she spoke. From her appearance, it was obvious she had been sleeping little; indeed, she had been spending hours poring over old journals and many of the more esoteric tomes in the libraries at Rhilshen Fortress and at Alysia?s retreat in Sethil. ?Somehow, Veighn knew her truename.?
The demon-mage uttered something blasphemous, shooting an accusatory glare at Javan. ?I trust, Ser Ratt, that you understand the implications there? How long do you think she could hold against that? When she comes back, if she comes back, she could damned well be working under a compulsion set by this Veighn. Are you so afraid to risk her rage??
?Dar, calm down and shut up. You?re just being paranoid now, an alarmist,? drawled Lledrith, interrupting Javan as he took an angry breath to speak. The vampire looked from Javan to Dar. ?Trust me, I?d know if someone else had been in her mind.?
?Maybe you would. Maybe you would not.? The demon mage pointed at Lledrith. ?I have good cause to be paranoid. You can not even tell that she still lives. Your late mother would have been of more use than you. She would not have waited a day to go hunting.?
?F? you, Dar. I?d know if Alys were dead. We all would - you haven?t been part of the Bloodline long enough to know that.? Lledrith said, smirking. ?Javan?s right, she won?t thank us for getting involved. I trust her to take care of her own business - why don?t you? Huh??
?Enough arguing. We?ll do the work of the devil for him.? A wry voice spoke, mocking sleepily from the shadows. ?Alys has named no heir for her Bloodline, but the ties of blood between her and I are closest and oldest. We shall vote.?
?So we shall.? Javan would not dispute the authority of the one who spoke, the shadow-thief who, like Alysia, had born the blood of Vladslace, Li?Ved, Shadow and Skye alike. He gestured at the center of the table. Two circles began to glow upon the surface, one red, one white. ?First, to bide and gather information for another month - I?ll even go myself.? He tossed a crimsor coin into the first, red circle. ?Second, to send to Dark Lake the Bloodguard with their individual Legions and an appropriate complement of Mage-Wardens.?
By the time those present had cast their votes, the coins scattered across the white circle outweighed those in the red. Javan stood and bowed formally to Dar-karow. ?I concede, Master Demon-Mage, and will send the Bloodguard to find their Mistress.?
The demon mage stood and mirrored Javan?s bow.
Javan calmly held the demon?s burning gaze. ?Obviously, it does concern me. I?ll forgive your words knowing that you are upset and still mourning your own losses, Dar, but I still can?t believe that whatever happened does not figure somehow into some design of hers. Alys is strong enough that this shouldn?t have happened by accident.?
?Alysia is not all powerful. You are a purblind fool if it did not occur to you that even the mighty may be caught unaware,? Dar growled. He ran his hands over his shaven scalp in distress. ?I hold this Bloodline to be of greater personal importance than the realm, but if you will not look at this as a matter of extreme urgency to the clan, consider this. What is weeks there is months here, and she has not made a public appearance in Rhilshen for months. This has not gone unnoticed. The curs of the realm grow snappish with discontent. It is time to send the Bloodguard to find her and exact retribution upon her captor, or it is time to give up and announce the Emperialle has been lost and allow claimants for the throne to swarm Aeshelm.?
?You?re mad. A sorceror?s war is a private matter.? Javan made a curt, dismissive gesture with his hand. ?And the state of unrest of which you speak hasn?t gone unnoticed either. However, the minor nobles won?t do more than show their teeth - unless they know that the Emperialle is gone, and then, then all Hell will break loose in the realm. Be patient, Dar, and trust her. Alys won?t forgive us for interfering in her plans.?
?Javan, I don?t think it was planned,? interjected Chryrie. The moredhel-fae stood as she spoke. From her appearance, it was obvious she had been sleeping little; indeed, she had been spending hours poring over old journals and many of the more esoteric tomes in the libraries at Rhilshen Fortress and at Alysia?s retreat in Sethil. ?Somehow, Veighn knew her truename.?
The demon-mage uttered something blasphemous, shooting an accusatory glare at Javan. ?I trust, Ser Ratt, that you understand the implications there? How long do you think she could hold against that? When she comes back, if she comes back, she could damned well be working under a compulsion set by this Veighn. Are you so afraid to risk her rage??
?Dar, calm down and shut up. You?re just being paranoid now, an alarmist,? drawled Lledrith, interrupting Javan as he took an angry breath to speak. The vampire looked from Javan to Dar. ?Trust me, I?d know if someone else had been in her mind.?
?Maybe you would. Maybe you would not.? The demon mage pointed at Lledrith. ?I have good cause to be paranoid. You can not even tell that she still lives. Your late mother would have been of more use than you. She would not have waited a day to go hunting.?
?F? you, Dar. I?d know if Alys were dead. We all would - you haven?t been part of the Bloodline long enough to know that.? Lledrith said, smirking. ?Javan?s right, she won?t thank us for getting involved. I trust her to take care of her own business - why don?t you? Huh??
?Enough arguing. We?ll do the work of the devil for him.? A wry voice spoke, mocking sleepily from the shadows. ?Alys has named no heir for her Bloodline, but the ties of blood between her and I are closest and oldest. We shall vote.?
?So we shall.? Javan would not dispute the authority of the one who spoke, the shadow-thief who, like Alysia, had born the blood of Vladslace, Li?Ved, Shadow and Skye alike. He gestured at the center of the table. Two circles began to glow upon the surface, one red, one white. ?First, to bide and gather information for another month - I?ll even go myself.? He tossed a crimsor coin into the first, red circle. ?Second, to send to Dark Lake the Bloodguard with their individual Legions and an appropriate complement of Mage-Wardens.?
By the time those present had cast their votes, the coins scattered across the white circle outweighed those in the red. Javan stood and bowed formally to Dar-karow. ?I concede, Master Demon-Mage, and will send the Bloodguard to find their Mistress.?
The demon mage stood and mirrored Javan?s bow.