Authors: Nathan Long
Galiana stepped down and took her arm, then guided her to a chair in the hall. ‘You have done much to repair the fault,’ she said, ‘and fought bravely just now in my defence. Now rest, I will summon someone so you may drink.’
‘Thank you,’ said Ulrika, and closed her eyes.
Sometime later, Ulrika woke naked in a cool, clean bed. She did not remember having fed, but she must have, for her wounds, though still blistered and painful, were greatly healed, and she felt strong enough to move.
After a while a maid came in and offered her her neck, and a while after that, when the sun had gone down, Galiana entered, carrying her freshly laundered and mended clothes. She set them on a table, then came and sat by Ulrika’s bed.
‘I owe you an apology for the way we treated you, sister,’ she said. ‘And if Mistress Evgena lived, I am sure she would apologise as well. You were right about the cult. We should have listened. I’m afraid we have grown too insular in the last centuries.’
Ulrika shook her head. ‘And you were right about Stefan. I should have listened, too.’
Galiana smiled and patted her hand. ‘We have all made mistakes of that nature, at one time or other.’ Then she looked down, suddenly subdued. ‘It – it seems I am our Queen’s sole representative in Praag now, and… I have never led before. I have always been Mistress Evgena’s pet – an advisor sometimes – but never more than that.’ She looked up at Ulrika. ‘I don’t think I can do it alone. I want you, therefore, to be my second-in-command – my Raiza.’
Ulrika blinked, nonplussed, then bowed as best she could while in bed. ‘You honour me, sister,’ she said. ‘But I cannot. I have urgent business in Nuln. In fact, I had hoped to beg a coach from you, so I might speed there as quickly as possible.’
Galiana’s face hardened. ‘It was not a request,’ she said. ‘You are still bound here by your oath.’
‘But – but Boyarina Evgena is dead,’ said Ulrika.
‘And as I have inherited her properties,’ said Galiana, ‘so have I inherited her vassals. You are now beholden to me.’
Ulrika stared, panic rising in her throat. ‘But I must go back! My mistress is in danger!’
‘What’s this?’ barked Galiana. ‘You have no mistress but me.’
‘No.’ Ulrika pushed back the covers and tried to get out of the bed, but fell to the floor, still dizzy from her wounds and her time in the sun. ‘I shared no blood with you! You cannot hold me!’
Galiana stepped to her and pulled her to her knees with just her left hand, then let out the claws of her right. ‘Can I not?’
Ulrika spread her arms. ‘You will have to kill me then, for I will not stop trying to run. Sylvania threatens my mistress, just as it threatened you, and all Lahmians. I must return and protect her.’
‘What do you say?’ asked Galiana, her clawed hand lowering unconsciously. ‘What is this threat?’
‘Stefan von Kohln told me of it before he died,’ said Ulrika. ‘Sylvania has sent agents to all the cities of the Old World and set them to destroying the Lahmian influence there – the Strigoi in Nuln, Stefan here – and many others, all in preparation for some great invasion or attack.’
Galiana’s hand sank to her side. ‘This is true?’
‘I fear it is,’ said Ulrika. ‘He said his master makes his greatest play in Nuln as we speak, and that my mistress will die of it. That is why I cannot stay.’
Galiana let go of her and stepped back, her face clouded. ‘This is calamity,’ she said. The Queen must be warned. The sisterhood must ready itself.’
‘Then – then, you’ll release me?’
Galiana turned back to Ulrika, eyes flashing. ‘Release you? Are you mad? With Sylvania attacking? This is precisely when I need you most. No. You must stay by my side.’
Ulrika stood, stiff with pain, then bowed to her. ‘Mistress, if you allow me to return to Nuln, I will praise you to your sisters, and through them, to the Queen. I will tell them of your bravery and foresight in our battle against the cultists and Stefan von Kohln. I will tell them you saved Praag, and deserve every assistance in keeping it safe in the future. But if you try to hold me, I will give you no help. I will fight to leave with all the strength I have left. I will kill you, if necessary, for I will allow nothing to stand between me and my true mistress.’ She shrugged. ‘The choice is yours: glory and the promise of help, or strife and the possibility of death. Which will it be?’
Galiana glared up at her like an angry doll, her tiny fists balling at her sides, but at last, after a long, simmering moment, she turned away with a disgusted snort and stepped to the table where she had set Ulrika’s clothes.
‘How do I know you will really do this?’ she asked. ‘How do I know you will speak well of me when you are beyond my reach?’
Ulrika bowed again. ‘I’m afraid, mistress, that I can give you no assurance but my word.’
A few hours later, Ulrika left Praag by the south gate in a closed coach, with a driver and a change of clothes and a maid to feed upon, all reluctantly provided by Galiana. Faced with Ulrika’s unwavering determination to defy her, the vampiress had eventually agreed to let her go, but she had only sneered when Ulrika had asked for help in returning swiftly to Nuln. Fortunately, Ulrika had another weapon in her arsenal.
In the end it had taken everything in her purse – fifty-six golden Reikmarks, plus a fistful of rings, necklaces and bracelets, all taken from the highwaymen Ulrika had preyed upon on the road to Praag – to get Galiana to part with the coach, driver and willing maid. Ulrika doubted the price would have been sufficient had Galiana not been in such reduced circumstances, but the loss of Boyarina Evgena’s mansion and all the treasure stored in its coffers had left her bankrupt, and so she had made the trade at last.
Now, as her coach rumbled south, Ulrika put thoughts of Praag behind her, and began to think what awaited her in Nuln. She felt somewhat hypocritical running back to Gabriella after calling her despicable and dishonourable, and setting off to start a new life in order to prove that the Lahmian way was not the only way, but how could she not? No matter their differences, Gabriella was still the woman who had been mother to her, and protected her when she would have died, and the thought of her facing unknown dangers with no one to watch her back was more than Ulrika could bear. Her rebellion could wait. Family came first.
Her thoughts grew black with wild imaginings as she wondered what form the Sylvanian attack upon Nuln would take. Would it be an army of the night? Would it be a witch hunt? Would it be some new Stefan, kissing Gabriella’s hand while poisoning her blood with ancient magics? Would the countess fall for such a ruse? Would she allow herself to be lulled by soft words of love and promises of an eternity without loneliness?
Ulrika shuddered and threw open the window to banish the vision and to feel the bracing air of the cold Kislev night on her face. The road paralleled the River Lynsk here, and she watched the moonlight rippling on its waters, then shivered as the sight brought back memories of plunging below the waves of the Reik. The pain of her recent wounds had been nothing compared to the agony she had felt as the river had torn at her soul.
The thought sparked another, and she paused. She must return home as quickly as she could, but there was time for this. She rapped on the wall of the coach.
‘Driver! Pull up by the river.’
‘Aye, mistress.’
The coach slowed and stopped as her maid blinked and woke on the bench opposite.
‘Is everything all right, mistress?’
‘Yes, Svetka. Go back to sleep.’
Ulrika stepped out of the coach, then crossed a swathe of dead grass and scrub to the bank of the river. She opened her belt pouch and took out the pulsing Blood Shard that contained Stefan’s essence. There were many reasons for wishing him an eternity of excruciating, eviscerating pain – for using her, for lying to her, for killing Raiza – but one stood out over all the others.
‘This is for showing me the dream,’ she said, holding up the shard. ‘Then taking it away.’
And with that, she drew back and threw it as far as she could. It glittered in the light of the two moons as it spun, then plopped into the waves and was gone. Ulrika stood and watched the river drift by for a moment, then returned to the coach and got under way again, racing through the night on the long road to Nuln.
Nathan Long
was a struggling screenwriter for fifteen years, during which time he had three movies made and a handful of live-action and animated TV episodes produced. Now he is a novelist, and is enjoying it much more. For Black Library he has written three Warhammer novels featuring the Blackhearts, and he took over the Gotrek and Felix series, starting with the eighth instalment,
Orcslayer
.
He is currently writing the Ulrika the Vampire series.
For Lili, because she liked the first one.
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