Authors: David Dalglish
“I’ve been blessed by good men who have fought and died for me,” Arthur said. “I am humbled knowing so many rally to my name.”
“And Kaide’s,” Jerico interjected.
Arthur glanced over, his look placating.
“And Kaide, of course,” he said. “We cannot forget the rebel.”
“We’re all rebels now,” Kevin said, crossing his arms over his chest. “What is Kaide like, anyway? I suppose I should meet the man who’s raised the peasant army. Is it true he is a cannibal?”
While Arthur had been placating, Kevin’s tone was purely dismissive. Jerico thought of all Kaide had suffered, all he’d lost, trying to help Arthur in overthrowing Sebastian. His underhanded tactics in particular had caused immense pain to Sebastian’s men, disrupting their supplies of food and clean drink. Jerico’s opinion of Kevin was forming rapidly, and it wasn’t a good one.
“It is,” Jerico said, his appetite souring. “He’s the most bloodthirsty vicious monster you’ll ever meet wearing the skin of a human. They say his blood-thirst is greatest when he’s slicing into the flesh of his victims, and that to enter his army you must cut a sliver of your own belly, cook it over a fire, and then set it on your tongue for five minutes. It’s how he builds the loyalty of his men, introducing them to his twisted fetishes. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind taking that dagger of his to your skin in particular, Kevin. So smooth, so pale, I bet he’d tell me it’d taste just like…”
“Like what, pray tell?” Kaide said, shoving open the tent flaps. His hair was tied behind his head in a ponytail, and his eyes simmered with fury. Beside him was a man dressed in armor, his hands bound behind his back. Jerico felt his neck flush. He knew Kaide hated the title, hated the stories, but the growing shock in Kevin’s eyes as he told his little tale had been too amusing.
“I’m sure what Jerico says is all in good humor,” Arthur said, trying to calm both Kevin and Kaide. “No one in my army feasts on human flesh, and I won’t permit talk that says otherwise. Forgive us, Kaide, and please have a seat, or pour yourself a drink if you desire.”
It was only then that Arthur seemed to realize another man was with Kaide. Arthur reached out his hand to offer greeting, then froze.
“Sir Gregane?”
Jerico knew that name well. Sir Gregane had led Sebastian’s armies in both the siege at the Castle of Caves as well as the first battle in the Green Gulch. Jerico dared entertain a moment of hope. Why would Sir Gregane be there other than to offer terms of peace?
“It is good to see you, Arthur,” Gregane said. “Twice now we’ve fought as enemies, though I pray today we leave as friends.”
“You were always a good man,” Arthur said, turning his attention to Kaide. “Untie his hands. He is no threat to us here.”
“He rode to the edge of my camp and asked to speak with you,” Kaide said as his dagger easily sliced through the rope. “He carries a message he swears is for your eyes only, but I’d appreciate knowing what it reads.”
“And you have every right to hear it, as do all those here.” Arthur gestured to Gregane. “Whatever your message is, deliver it now.”
Gregane handed over a rolled piece of parchment.
“I assume this is from Sebastian?” Kevin said. “There’s no seal.”
“The handwriting is his,” Arthur said as he began to read. His brow furrowed deeper with every word. After finishing, he started anew, this time reading aloud so all could hear.
“My brother, I write this now hoping that of all the errors of my life, delaying this letter is not one of them. Your army is the greater. Of this, I am no fool. Spare me, and I will cede to you our family holdings, and all control of the North granted to our protection by King Baedan. If you accept, I beg that you make haste, and arrive at my castle while the North is still mine to give. Save me from these priests that would kill me, brother. The Lion eyes a nation of his own.”
Silence followed. The four men looked to one another as Gregane stood perfectly still, awaiting an answer.
“It’s a trap,” Kevin said, breaking the spell.
“I can assure you it is no trap,” insisted Gregane.
“Which is what you’d say if it was a trap.”
“I will have no petty bickering,” Arthur said, turning his attention to Jerico. “He speaks of the Lion eyeing a nation of his own. What do you think he means, paladin? Why would he ask us to save him from their priests?”
Jerico’s heart hammered in his chest. He thought of how Luther had arrived with his dark paladins, priests, and mercenaries, and then crushed Sebastian’s army just when victory over Arthur was within his reach. Sebastian, who had been so loyal to Karak. But eyeing a nation of their own…
“We have to do as he says,” Jerico said. “Now.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I assume Gregane could tell us, if we let him. But Luther wants the North to himself, doesn’t he?”
Gregane nodded.
“They’ll raise their swords against you,” he said, “so long as milord Sebastian writes a will leaving all his lands and titles to the temple of Karak. If not…” He shook his head. “I don’t know what they’ll do if we refuse. But Sebastian is convinced they’ll kill him.”
“Ashhur grants me knowledge to the truth of a man’s words,” Jerico said. “Gregane does not lie.”
“Perhaps Gregane doesn’t, but Sebastian might have lied to him,” Kevin argued.
“This is preposterous,” Kaide said. “We know the temple hates Sebastian, even if we don’t know why. We saw them crush his army. Now they come for him, and he begs us to save him. I wonder, though, what happens after we’ve weakened ourselves fighting such a powerful foe? What happens when Sebastian’s forces exit the castle afterward, demanding we surrender?”
“The seal,” Kevin said. “There’s no seal on that letter. It isn’t binding. Sebastian could always claim it was a forgery even if we managed to present such an argument before the King.”
“And we’ll have killed members of Karak’s temple,” Kaide continued. “Suddenly we have dark paladins of the Stronghold swarming into the North with a vengeance, and all we’d have to protect ourselves is one lousy paladin.”
Gregane looked furious, but clearly knew his arguments carried no weight in that meeting. There was no guarantee that Gregane even knew Sebastian’s true plans. He could just be a piece in a larger game. Jerico listened to their arguments, and he knew there was a shred of truth to them. Sebastian had shown a lack of honor before in sending assassins after Arthur. But what could he have done to earn the ire of the temple? Jerico shook his head. It didn’t matter. His own talks with Luther were enough to convince him of that. He thought of Luther ruling all the people of the North, passing their laws, controlling their fates. A terrifying precedent to set.
“We can’t let this happen,” he said. “It doesn’t even matter if it’s a trap. We can’t risk it. I know the man who leads Karak’s followers. He’s brutal, and dangerous. If he’s wanting to conquer the North, then we need to take action before he can consolidate power. This is Sebastian’s only hope to stop him, the one thing he knew Luther would not expect.”
“My brother is a self-centered coward,” Arthur said. “This isn’t him.”
“Then perhaps for once he is trying to be brave. Don’t spit in his face.”
“I’ll spit in it if I damn well please,” Kaide said, his neck turning red. “I don’t care about gods, Karak, or Ashhur. I’ll even side with Jerico that Luther needs to die after what he did to my sister. But you promised me Sebastian. I have thousands of men and women, all waiting to see me hoist that tiny little shit’s head by the hair over the walls of his castle, before slamming it down on a pike. Arthur, you cannot spare the life of your brother. It’s no longer yours to spare. It’s mine now, mine alone.”
“And who are you to tell a lord what they can and cannot do?” Arthur asked.
“The man who’s filled the ranks of half your army.”
“Filled them with farmers and sheep herders. Not warriors, not real soldiers like those my bannermen bring me. Only one in ten even has a sword.”
Jerico could feel the situation spiraling out of control, and he had no idea how to stop it. What could he do to fix their distrust, especially when much of it centered on Sebastian, a man proven to be particularly untrustworthy? He begged Ashhur to give him words, because he had no idea what to say.
“Enough,” he said, loud enough to startle them all. “Forgive me, all of you, but this bickering solves nothing, and it never will. Whether or not this offer is real, we must show haste. Karak is friend to no one here, and the temple’s treachery to such an ardent supporter like Sebastian should prove that. Arthur, if what he says is true, your rule over the North is in far greater jeopardy than it ever was before. And if Karak’s army joins Sebastian instead, they will be a force that could crush us without need of walls or gates. The best thing we can do is to get to your brother’s castle and hear this offer from his own lips.”
“You won’t,” Gregane said. “He’ll be dead by then. I know it, as did milord.”
“If any priest kills my brother, I’ll hang their heads for all to see for a hundred years,” Arthur said. “But tell me, paladin, what happens if we rush into an ambush in our haste?”
Jerico shrugged.
“Then we’ll have a fight on our hands. Has that frightened you before?”
Kevin stepped between Jerico and Arthur, and he spoke low, and hurried.
“Do not listen to his folly,” the bannerman insisted. “He just wants to enlist us into his own conflict with Karak’s temple. Your brother is grasping for straws to save his life. This is his last trick. Do not fall for it!”
Arthur breathed in deep, and Jerico sensed he’d come to his decision. He prayed it’d be a good one.
“No matter what the truth is, dallying here does not help us. We’ll wait for no more lords to join us, and march flat out toward the Castle of the Yellow Rose.” He turned toward Kaide. “As for my brother’s life, I will hear from his own mouth the reasons for his aggression and betrayal. Removing him from power, and stripping him of all his lands, should be more than you ever hoped to accomplish when you first started this foolish conflict.”
“Do not cheat me a death,” Kaide said, his voice cold. “I will have vengeance, whether you try to stop me or not.”
“I do not take kindly to threats, even from close allies.”
“Not a threat. A damn fact.”
Kaide stormed out, shoving the flap of the tent out of his way. Jerico wanted to go after him, but the man wanted none of the comfort he had to offer. He wanted revenge, not forgiveness. He wanted death, not life.
“What of Sir Gregane?” Jerico asked.
“Will you carry a message for me back to my brother?” Arthur asked him. Gregane bowed low.
“So long as he lives, I will deliver it.”
Arthur’s cheek twitched at the statement. Jerico didn’t know if he thought it a lie or not, but either way the idea of the priesthood killing Sebastian angered him greatly.
“Tell him I will hear his offer from his own lips, not from a scroll lacking the stamp of his ring. I give no promises, not to his life, not to anything. All I promise is to come with an open mind, and hear out his plea.”
“As you wish,” Gregane said.
“Kevin, if you could get him a fresh horse, and something to eat or drink if he so desires.”
Kevin gave an elaborate bow.
“As milord requests,” he said pleasantly enough, but a twinkle in his eye showed it was anything but. With the two of them gone, Jerico was left alone with Arthur. He stepped close, thinking how he could try to press the lord to act more firmly against the priests, but instead it was Arthur who approached, his voice rising as he talked.
“I hope you appreciate all I have done for you,” he said.
“Me?” Jerico asked, baffled.
“I want no war with Karak’s temple, not if I am to have any hope of ruling the North. And no matter how dangerous you claim they are, I have eyes to see, and what I saw at the end of Gregane’s siege was Karak’s followers saving my castle, and my life. Yet from the word of my enemy alone, you’d have me declare war against the entire temple, riding off to prevent the most ludicrous of possibilities. No temple will ever own the King’s lands. No priest will ever rule as a lord. The King would never allow it, nor a single knight of the North.”
“If you believed this, then why did you not say so?” Jerico asked, feeling stung by the complete lack of faith in his deciphering of events.
“Because you are the one who inspires my men more than anything I’ve ever seen before. I still hear them talking of your stand at the gates of my castle, of how you held the line at Green Gulch. Many think you’ll walk right up to the Castle of the Yellow Rose and beat down its doors with your mace and shield. I would not ruin that now, not unless you give me no choice. We’ll move cautiously, and give no hint as to our stance toward Karak’s priests. If they want my brother removed from power, I see no reason not to accept their help.”
“They’re dangerous,” Jerico insisted. “You’ve seen the power Luther wields. Why would you desire to be allies?”
“You just answered your own question,” Arthur said, plopping down into his chair and groaning. “There are only two gods worshiped in all of Mordan, yours, and Karak, and you know damn well which one is stronger.”
“Not stronger,” Jerico said quietly.
“More popular, then,” Arthur said, waving a hand dismissively. “Either way, if I’m to rule, I cannot alienate either temple. I risk their ire just by having you as a symbol of my victories. Don’t make me risk more.”
That was it, Jerico knew. There was nothing left to argue.
“I will trust your decision,” he said, “and I will do all I can to help, so long as my conscience permits.”
Arthur closed his eyes, the chair steadily rocking.
“Go on out,” he said. “I need rest. And Jerico…let us make a promise, together. I’ll never go against my conscience, and you’ll never go against yours. Will that be enough to earn your trust?”
Jerico smiled.
“I trust you to be a good lord, and a good man. You don’t need to buy that from me with a promise.”
“Earned trust is the strongest trust,” Arthur said. “You’re wiser than you look. Good night, paladin.”