The Miscreant
Authors: Brock Deskins
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Science Fiction & Fantasy, #Fantasy, #Coming of Age, #Epic, #Teen & Young Adult, #Metaphysical & Visionary
The Miscreant
By
Brock E. Deskins
Copyright ©2014 by Brock E. Deskins
Dingo Dog Publishing
Cover Illustration Copyright ©2014
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CONTENTS
King Remiel Altena sat on his throne atop the low dais in his audience room. Standing as immobile as a statue, on his right, was his head of the diplomatic corps, which was the polite name afforded to his kingdom’s intelligence agency. Despite proudly displaying the gray hair and beard of a man into his middle years, Gregor Ward was possibly the most deadly man with a blade in the kingdom, if not the known world.
At the foot of the dais, preening as if it were him gracing the king with his presence, stood Joshua Roux. Although barely in his thirties, Joshua Roux was a man of great wealth and influence. His official title was Voice of The Guild. He acted as the agent between the secretive yet powerful consortium and the government. The Guild controlled almost all trade within and between the various kingdoms throughout the realm. No one could buy, sell, or move goods without The Guild’s say-so along with handing over a substantial cut of their profits. Membership in The Guild was very exclusive but critical for anyone wanting to expand their business beyond the most basic and local sort.
“I know why you are here, Mr. Roux, so say your piece and be gone,” King Remiel commanded. “I have important things requiring my attention.”
Joshua gave the king a predator’s smile. “Your Majesty, The Guild has heard of your plans to join several of the kingdoms and ours with a free-trade road. I must say, we find it most distressing that we had to learn of this secondhand.”
“I do not think the method of discovery is nearly as distressing as what will become of The Guild when it is completed.” Remiel returned the guildsman’s false smile. “You will lose your stranglehold over the kingdoms’ finances and the de facto rule you think you possess.”
“Your Majesty, The Guild is your most loyal vassal and wishes only to maintain our great economy for all its citizens. Your proposed trade route could be a great benefit if properly administered. Such a massive endeavor will require an exorbitant sum to finance and even more to maintain and defend it. The Guild would be happy to invest in its construction and defense.”
“You want to control it like you do everything else! I am funding this project from my own coffers, and I will break The Guild’s back by opening it to all who wish to do trade without fear of retribution from you and the thugs you pay to enforce your will.”
“Sire, you mistake our intentions. We only wish to protect the kingdom from unsavory sorts and ensure that all business is conducted within the law. Without The Guild, crime would run rampant. In countries where we have little foothold, the black market operates with impunity, shop owners are targets of extortion, theft, and violence. The Guild protects its members and ensures that all goods and services are properly controlled and taxed, taxes that fill your coffers.”
“The only taxes you care about are the unreported ones bulging the pockets of our parliamentary members.”
“The Guild operates within the purview of the law. If you know of anyone acting in an illegal manner, I urge you to bring it to my attention, and I will deal with the matter personally. It is my solemn duty to uphold The Guild’s reputation.”
“You amaze me, Mr. Roux.”
Joshua gave the king a small bow. “Thank you, Your Grace.”
“You amaze me with your ability to lie to my face without a hint of shame or deception. It is truly uncanny. I would hate to play cards with you.”
“I once had the silly dream of becoming an actor, but while my ability was laudable, I wisely chose a more lucrative path. However, I do enjoy the occasion when I can put my former skills to good use.”
Remiel gripped the arms of his throne. “Go. Tell your Guild that I will see this road built if it takes my dying breath to do so.”
Joshua bowed deeply. “We all pray it does not, Your Highness.”
The king did not relax his steel grip on the throne until the detestable man disappeared through the tall doors at the end of the room. Remiel slunk in his seat, released an exasperated sigh, and rubbed at his temples with his right hand.
“Am I a fool, Gregor?”
“I’ve never thought you to be, Highness.”
“Do you think I’m doing the right thing?”
“It depends on your definition of right. I think you are certainly doing the proper thing, but you have made powerful enemies with your declaration.”
Remiel chortled. “The Guild has always been my enemy, and my father’s enemy, and his father’s as well. The Guild is the enemy of everyone in the kingdom who is not part of their organization.”
“True perhaps, but you were never theirs. You undermine their control with this road and talk of free trade, and they will not stand idly by whilst you cut their legs out from beneath them.”
“Gods, how I wish I could simply arrest and execute every last one of them, burn their guild houses, and destroy them.”
“As you said, their coin makes heavy many pockets, and parliament would never allow it.”
Remiel slammed a heavy fist against the arm of his throne. “Whose idiotic idea was it to create a constitutional monarchy?”
“That would be your mad great-uncle after levying numerous insane taxes to pay for self-aggrandizing monuments, the least popular being the phallus tax. The populace hated it even more than the tax collectors did and nearly overthrew the crown. Only the creation of parliament and the succession of your grandfather prevented an uprising.”
“It was a rhetorical question, Gregor. I’m quite aware of my family history. Damn Uncle Arvind and his massive ego and tiny prick!”
***
Joshua traveled through the pristine, cobbled streets of the wealthy district near the palace in his opulent coach. Leva was the capital of Anatolia, its upper ward the kingdom’s crowning jewel due almost entirely to The Guild’s powerful influence. An army of men kept the streets free from trash, both refuse and of the human variety. Proper gutters, sidewalks, and drains allowed the decent people to walk freely without fear of soiling their fine clothes or being accosted by lowborn filth.
There was of course some animosity amongst the populace living in squalor within the lower wards, but who cared? Let them grumble into their cups as they tried to drown the misery of their own failed existence. The Guild was a symbol for proper men, a lofty goal they could achieve if they had the will, the wits, and the right connections to aim for it, and he would be damned if he would let anyone undermine it.
The Guild was nearly as old as the kingdom itself, and Joshua had risen through its ranks using his intelligence and guile despite his modest birth. If Remiel thought he could undermine The Guild and open commerce for the Free Traders, he was in for a rude awakening. Other softhearted and people-pleasing monarchs had tried to enact similar laws in the past and failed. Now that parliament held sway over almost everything concerning the running of the kingdom and The Guild held sway over much of parliament, the king was destined for disappointment.
The coach passed through the gates and entered the expansive courtyard of The Guild’s headquarters. The building was a monument to engineering. Using the latest innovations, the soaring structure was constructed of concrete instead of hewn blocks. Its smooth, seamless, and angular walls towered nearly a hundred feet above the city, looking down upon the populace and serving to remind them who was the true power within the kingdom and beyond.
Joshua strode down the polished marble halls without glancing at the numerous paintings and sculptures adorning the walls. Such opulence had become commonplace to his eyes long ago and no longer enthralled him as it did when he was but a journeyman member.
He pushed through the ridiculously tall double doors and entered the meeting hall. The room was not as grand as one might think given its importance, but its purpose was one of thought and decision, not ostentation. This was the heart of their empire, where they chose who could trade what and where and for how much. From this room, a handful of men and women steered the finances and, as such, the fate of almost every kingdom in the known world.
Eleven sets of eyes belonging to the elder members of the consortium turned toward Joshua when he entered the room. Members shuffled the papers stacked in front of them and sat up straighter at his arrival.
Joshua gave a nod to those in attendance. “Ladies, gentlemen, you know where I have been and why. The rumors we heard are confirmed by the king himself.”
An older man with a wild, white mane, named Rupert Westcott exclaimed, “That fool Remiel is really going to try to build a trade road without our say-so?”
“He is intent upon it.”
“Ridiculous,” Sabinus Cole, one of only three women on the council declared. “Such an undertaking will cost millions, tens of millions, of dinarins. Where is he going to get that kind of money? Parliament will never allow another tax to pay for it. We’ll see to that.”
“He claims to be financing it from his own coffers, but I think we know who the other investors are.”
“Those damnable Free Traders!” Roger Seaver cursed and slammed his fist against the long table around which the members were seated.
“Most likely,” Joshua agreed, “but certainly not just them. I imagine he has some support from other leaders who do not appreciate our level of influence within their kingdoms.”
“I think it is high time we remind them that we are in control,” Rupert declared. “We must make an example out of this free trade movement’s leaders. We will cut off Remiel’s cash flow and destroy the Free Traders.”
“I agree we must make an example out of some of the Free Traders, particularly those leading the movement, but I suggest we rethink our actions regarding the king’s road.”
“What are you suggesting?” Sabinus asked.
“I propose we let him build it.”
“Are you insane?”
“Hear me out. Let us constrict His Majesty’s cash flow, but do not cut it off entirely. Let him build the road, but force him to drain his resources to do so. Make it as costly an endeavor as possible without killing it in its cradle. It will force him to take desperate measures, ones deeply distasteful to the populace. The longer it takes him to build the road, the more it will cost. The more it costs, the greater the burden on the peasants. By the time the highway is completed, the people will despise him.”
Sabina smiled. “The people will beg for his removal.”
“We will come in, remove the king, and take his road. Money will pour into the kingdoms connected to the highway, and the people will applaud us and the man we put on the throne.”
“This is a very dangerous scheme you propose,” Roger cautioned. “If the king ever finds proof of our attempts at usurpation, not even our influence in parliament will save us from the headsman.”
“We have been doing this long enough to know how to do it right so that nothing exists to link us to his overthrow. When we do move against Remiel directly, it will be so fast it will be over before anyone, including the king, is aware it has happened.”
“Few men have ever become wealthy without taking risks,” Rupert said. “I second Mr. Roux’s proposal.”
A unanimous chorus of ayes resounded from around the table. Joshua smiled, beaming at the coming of a new age that he was bringing into being.