Captain's Fury (Page 134)

"But Tavi," Isana said. "There must be some other way to-"

"While Arnos is in command, there isn’t," Tavi said, his voice certain. "He can’t back down and leave the Canim in peace now. He’ll continue the fight and kill every man in the Legions if that’s what it takes to get his victory, and I’m not willing to let that happen."

"Then arrest him," Isana said.

"I don’t have the grounds to do so yet," Tavi said. "And if I tried to arrest him illegally, his own people would fight to protect him. We’d do the Canim’s work for them. And then they’d wipe out whoever was left standing. After that, the war would continue. More will suffer. More will die.

"The juris macto gets us around all of that, and it’s the only way I can strip him of his legal authority without taking it to a courtroom."

"But-" Magnus began.

Tavi turned to the old valet, scowling. "It’s this simple, Magnus: The Canim are coming. Either I give them Arnos, or they kill us all and take him. The duel is my only way to get at Arnos." He looked at each of them singly and separately. "Does anyone here see another way? Anyone?"

No one spoke.

Tavi nodded slowly. "I’m going through with this. Support me or get out of the May."

He swept his gaze around the room again, and Isana stared, fascinated. She had never seen him like this before. She had never seen anyone speak with that much authority and strength. Not since Septimus died.

"I can’t," said Araris, his voice very quiet. "I can’t let you do this. I’m not going to fail again."

Tavi met Araris’s gaze steadily and spoke in a very quiet voice. "This is my fight. My responsibility. Or did you plan on pushing me in front of a wagon to stop me."

Araris’s face went pale, and he averted his eyes.

Ehren blew gently on the sheet of paper, then fanned the air with it slowly, to help the ink dry. "Ready for your signature and that seal."

Tavi nodded and turned to Isana.

"I don’t have the dagger," she told him quietly. "It was in my bag. I haven’t seen it since we were captured."

Kitai stepped past Isana quietly, shrugging her pack off of her shoulders. She reached into it and retrieved a dagger, the steel of its blade and its hilt both showing traceries of scarlet and blue. The dagger’s pommel was engraved with the signet of the House of Gaius, an eagle in flight. Kitai passed it to Tavi.

Isana took a slow breath. Then she said, "You took it from my pack."

"I thought I might need it," Tavi said quietly.

"You didn’t trust me."

Tavi looked down, turning the dagger over in his hand. "You’ve had a lot of… reservations, about this part of my life. I didn’t want to see them get the better of you at a bad moment."

"You didn’t trust me," Isana repeated. She shook her head. It was not as though she had given him a great deal of reason to do so, but all the same, it stung.

Tavi signed the document and marked it with the pommel of his signet dagger. He folded it and sealed it closed the same way. "Three hours from now," Tavi said. "On the walls. I want everyone to see this."

"Got it," Ehren said. He took the sealed letter and hurried out.

"If you don’t mind," Tavi said to the tent, "I’d like a few minutes alone to change."

Everyone murmured their farewells and left-but Isana paused at the entrance to the tent, and turned to face Tavi.

"Can you win?" she whispered.

He smiled crookedly. "I’ve never lost a duel to the death. Not one."

"Tavi."

The smile faded, but his eyes didn’t waver. "I’ve got to. For all of us." He glanced down again, and said, "I have a favor to ask of you."

Isana nodded. "Of course."

"My friend is hurt," Tavi said. "Max. And a lot of my men. Do you think…"

Isana bowed her head to him. ‘Til go to the hospital now."

Tavi closed his eyes. "Thank you." He licked his lips, then suddenly his reserve shattered, and his emotions came pouring through to her. They were achingly familiar to Isana-the fear and insecurity that had greeted her whenever Tavi, as a child, had woken from a nightmare in the darkest hours of night.

She went to him at once and hugged him as tightly as she could. She felt him lean some of his weight against her.

"I’m frightened," he whispered.

"I know," she said.

"Don’t tell anyone. They mustn’t see."

"I know," she said. "I love you, Mother."

Isana could feel it as he spoke it, and she held him even tighter. "And I love you, my son."

Chapter 53

Marcus paused in the shadows outside of Senator Arnos’s well-lit command tent, and listened, watching through the half-open flap.

"Well?" Arnos demanded of one of his cadre of flunkies. "You’re my legal advisor. Advise me."

"I’m sorry, Senator," the plump little man said, from the midst of a stack of thick books. "All the legal precedents would seem to be on the Princep-"

"Scipio," Arnos snarled. "His name is Scipio."

"-Scipio’s," the man corrected seamlessly, "side. He has… technically, of course… satisfied the legal requirements to establish his identity, and in the case of a threat of treason or dishonor to the Realm, Citizens of the rank of Lord and above have the right to issue a challenge to any Citizen of the Realm."

"I know that," Arnos snarled. "What do I do about it?"

The man tried to smile, and his voice came out in a squeak. "You could always renounce your Citizenship, sir."

Arnos slapped him. "Idiot. Get out before I have you flogged."

The little man went scrambling from the tent, and Marcus stepped back to let him pass.

"You could take his advice, you know," said a woman’s voice. Marcus recognized Lady Aquitaine’s disguise at once.

"Bloody crows and furies," snarled Arnos, his throat tight. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough to see that you are in a spot, Arnos."

The Senator let out a fairly uncivilized growl. "I’m not backing away now. I’d lose everything I’ve worked years to build. In my professional opinion, it is time for you to intervene."

"And?" she asked.

"And make it go away," he said, his voice coming through clenched teeth.

"I believe I’ve made a mistake in you, Arnos. I knew you were a pompous egotist with delusions of grandeur, but I did believe you were at least competent."