Midnight Tides
‘Untrained fodder, Preda. A terrible waste of citizenry. Are they even armed?’
‘Spears and shields, sire. Leather armour.’
The king leaned back. ‘Nifadas. Still no word on the fate of my wife and son?’
‘Our emissaries do not return, sire.’
‘What does he want with them?’
‘I am at a loss to answer that,’ the First Eunuch admitted. ‘This Tiste Edur emperor is… unpredictable. Sire, despite the Preda’s confidence, I believe it would be wise to begin plans for your temporary displacement-’
‘My what ?’
‘Leaving Letheras, sire. Southeast, perhaps. Tallis on the Isle, or Truce.’
‘No.’
‘Sire-’
‘Nifadas, if I am to fall, then it will be here. I shall not bring destruction upon other cities, for it is destruction my presence will invite. The protectorates, should I be usurped, will fall in line. Peacefully, with no loss of life. This Tiste Edur emperor shall have his empire. For myself, if I must die, it will be here, on this very throne. Or, rather,’ he said with a wry smile, ‘on the one in the Eternal Domicile.’
Silence. Then the Preda turned slowly to face Brys.
‘It is my intention, sire,’ Unnutal said, ‘that the situation you describe does not arise. The Tiste Edur will be thrown back. Beaten and broken.’
‘As you say,’ the king replied.
These were not new considerations for Brys. Ever since the first defeats up north, he had been thinking about a final stand before his king. The passage leading into the throne room in the Eternal Domicile was relatively narrow. With four of his best guards he felt he could hold it for some time. But without relief his death would be inevitable. The least palatable thought of all, however, was the possibility of dying beneath sorcery. Against which he had no defence. The Ceda’s seeming descent into madness was the most painful blow of all. Should the enemy reach the palace, the loss of Kuru Qan would be decisive.
Brys wanted to die honourably, but he was helpless to choose, and that stung.
The doors opened behind him and he turned to see a guard step inside.
‘What now?’ the king asked.
‘Finadd Gerun Eberict, my lord,’ the guard announced.
‘Very well.’
The man entered and bowed before the king. ‘Sire, I apologize for arriving late. There were household affairs to attend to-’
‘Taking precedence over an audience with your king, Finadd?’
‘Sire, in my absence my estate was broken into.’
‘A substantial portion of my wealth was stolen, sire.’
‘Careless, Gerun. It is never wise to hoard your coin.’
‘My security measures were extreme-’
‘Yet insufficient, it seems. Have you any clues regarding the brazen thief?’
Gerun Eberict’s eyes flicked to Brys, then away again. ‘I have, sire. I believe I shall recover my losses shortly.’
‘I trust said activity will not prove too messy.’
‘I am confident, sire.’
‘And to what extent will this interfere with your duties here in the palace, Finadd?’
‘None whatsoever, sire. I am able to resume command of my company.’
‘Good. They have been busy quelling riots.’
‘I intend to bring an end to those riots, sire. You will have peace in Letheras by this evening.’
‘Of course, sire.’ Gerun Eberict bowed again, saluted the Preda, then left.
The doors shut, then Ezgara said, ‘Brys Beddict, ready two hundred of your soldiers as clean-up crews. Expect at least one bloodbath before the twelfth bell tonight.’
‘At once, sire-’
‘Not yet. Why did Gerun glance to you when I enquired about the thief who struck his estate?’
‘I do not know, sire. I was wondering that myself.’
‘I trust your resident brother has not fallen to new depths.’
‘I do not believe so.’
‘Because Gerun Eberict is a formidable enemy.’
Brys nodded his agreement.
‘Sire,’ the Preda said, ‘it is time for me to join my army.’
‘Go then, and may the Errant touch you with mercy.’