The Usurper (59 page)

Chapter Fifty-Eight

“I had hoped,” said Iaachus, “that you might have been successful, that you might have located and, somehow, rescued the princesses.”

“Our conjecture,” said Julian, “was correct. The princesses were being held on Tenguthaxichai. Unfortunately they were removed before we could make contact with them, let alone attempt their rescue.”

“Now all is lost,” said Iaachus.

“How so?” asked Julian.

“The exarch planned well,” said Iaachus. “It seems that once certain ascertainments were made, rumors were spread that the princesses were on holiday, visiting and sightseeing on various worlds, imperial worlds and some others, others well disposed to the
imperium
. On this holiday it is claimed they met, were wooed by, and succumbed to the charms of, two mighty princes, both Drisriaks, the Drisriaks being a tribe of the Aatii, or, as they will have it, the Alemanni. This event is being heralded as an ostensible fortuity, in which, by more subtle minds, might be seen the hand of the great god, Karch, one fraught with joyous consequences for a future of peace, order, love, justice, and harmony. Currently the princesses and their swains are the guests of the exarch, while preparations are underway to celebrate the forthcoming nuptials.”

“Preparations?” said Otto.

“Certainly,” said Iaachus. “This is not some simple affair where the bride, clad in scarlet and garlanded, to music and torches, to the intoning of wedding hymns, is led by relatives and friends to the house of the groom. The entire city must be prepared. Avenues must be washed. Buildings on the route of the procession must be repainted. Bunting must be strung, ribbons and banners obtained, and arranged, windows and doors adorned, flowers imported from Inez IV. Musicians must be organized. Ambassadors, officials, and dignitaries must be invited and housed. Consider the catering alone required to feed more than four thousand guests.”

“Surely that will take time,” said Tuvo Ausonius.

“Certainly,” said Iaachus, “but the exarch has that time.”

“Let us,” said Rurik, “strike, seize the princesses, and return them to the palace.”

“That is not practical,” said Iaachus. “To transgress the perimeter of holy precincts would be understood as desecration. Who would risk the outrage of hopeful, deluded millions throughout the empire? Even those who are not Floonians would be aghast. Rebellion would be invited, riots, vandalism. Who dares cheat populations of their anticipated spectacles and holidays?”

“We can act, and justify things later,” said Rurik. “It is often done. It is common statecraft. Too, one can always promise, and provide, new spectacles and holidays, preferably celebrated at the same time, or nearly so, so that populations need not wait. People are not pleased to be cheated of their holidays.”

“Things are not so simple, my noble friend,” said Iaachus. “The army is divided. Corruption is rampant. Amongst high officers there flow dark currents of ambition. Indeed, some suspect our dear friend, Julian.”

“And perhaps one such is the Arbiter of Protocol?” said Julian.

“Perhaps,” said Iaachus.

“Surely our forces are overwhelmingly loyal,” said Tuvo Ausonius.

“Yes,” said Iaachus, “but to whom? To what leader, to what general, to what minister?”

“There might be a thousand loyalties,” said Otto.

“As a barbarian you are well aware of that,” said Iaachus.

“Not all barbarians,” said Julian, “dress in skins, carry axes, and wear necklaces of pierced claws.”

“Intrigues can occur even within the palace,” said Iaachus.

“The seeds of ambition grow well in the soil of power,” said Julian.

“Who can one trust?” asked Tuvo Ausonius.

“We do not even trust one another,” said Iaachus.

“Surely the palace itself is secure,” said Tuvo Ausonius.

“Less secure than the farthest outpost,” said Iaachus. “Both the father and the grandfather of the emperor were slain within the palace, in one coup, or plot, or another.”

“How dreadful for the emperor,” said Tuvo Ausonius.

“The emperor is not even aware of it,” said Iaachus. “The emperor is aware of very little.”

“You, dear Ottonius, have seen the emperor,” said Julian. “Surely you have something to say.”

“No,” said Otto.

“It is madness,” said Julian. “The empire is in peril, and on the throne we find a child, a retarded, drooling boy, terrified of insects, enraptured by the simplest of toys.”

“The empress mother wields power,” said Iaachus.

“A timid, confused, vain old woman,” said Julian.

“Beware you do not speak treason,” said Iaachus.

“So truth is treason?” said Julian.

“Frequently,” said Iaachus.

“I cannot believe the senate will ratify the projected marriages,” said Tuvo Ausonius.

“It will ratify what it is told to ratify,” said Iaachus. “What senator wishes to be the recipient, by means of the royal post, of an imperial dagger?”

“Might it not take a stand?” said Otto.

“The exarch has planned even for that,” said Iaachus. “The senate will be proclaimed to be irrelevant in such matters. It has to do with the alleged superiority of the
koos
to the fist, or something. The solemnization of marriages, their dissolution and such, is supposed to require, and be invalid without, the officiation of suitable ministrants, interestingly, those of the exarch's particular faith. They wish to seize power over all forms of life. Indeed, the exarch, again in virtue of the supposed superiority of the
koos
to the fist, will claim the exclusive right to crown emperors, without which act the coronation will be accounted illegitimate.

“So,” said Julian, “the crown will be bought and sold, and the merchant will be the high ministrant, the Exarch of Telnar.”

“Precisely,” said Iaachus. “All is lost.”

Otto reached within his cloak, and pulled forth an object. With a rattle of chain and metal, the object was flung upon the desk of Iaachus.

“What is that?” asked the Arbiter of Protocol.

“It is an artifact, a medallion and chain,” said Julian. “It was obtained by Ottonius, on Tenguthaxichai, from the hall of Ingeld, the Drisriak, one of the princes involved in the projected marriages.”

“So?” said Iaachus.

“We believe it to be the medallion and chain stolen from the
festung
of Sim Giadini on Tangara, delivered to Ingeld, most likely by some agent of the Exarch of Telnar.”

“I recall we spoke of such a thing, a medallion and chain, long ago,” said Iaachus.

“It is a symbol of the Vandal nation,” said Julian. “It can rally the tribes of that nation to unity. The empire, united with the Vandal nation, could turn back the Alemanni. It was delivered to Ingeld, of the Drisriaks, that he might rise to unexampled barbarian power, uniting both the Alemanni and Vandals against the empire. To prevent this I had duplicates smithed and distributed to a hundred worlds. Who would then know the true medallion and chain? This stratagem confounded Ingeld's plan.”

“You suspect, I gather,” said Iaachus, “that this object before me, the first of its kind I have seen, is the true medallion and chain?”

“We think so,” said Julian, “as it was found in the hall of Ingeld.”

“I see it as worthless,” said Iaachus, “indeed, worthless by your own hand, for who, after your plentiful distribution of surrogates, could attest its authenticity?”

“I have explained that to Ottonius,” said Julian.

“Still,” said Otto, “I would not have it housed in the hall of a Drisriak.”

“Surely,” said Rurik, “there must be some who could tell the true artifact from its duplicates.”

“Many years ago, as I understand it,” said Julian, “a Herul delivered it to the
festung,
but I know little of him other than his name, Hunlaki. It was all long ago. Too, Heruls seldom live long lives, as younger Heruls frequently kill them for their wagons, their horses, and weapons. Too, even if he should be alive, we do not know his camp, nor would he be likely to remember the object with fidelity. Too, it is dangerous to approach Heruls.”

“You say, a Herul?” said Iaachus.

“Yes,” said Julian. “Why?”

“Nothing,” said Iaachus.

“What of the guardian of the artifact?” asked Rurik. “He must have lived with it for years.”

“He is dead,” said Julian.

“How so?” asked Rurik.

“He was an Emanationist brother,” said Julian. “The
festung
was attacked, and demolished.”

“It was done by imperial cruisers, to eliminate a nest of heretics, according to the empress mother,” said Iaachus.

“And perhaps to cover a theft as well,” said Julian.

“The brother perished in the destruction of the
festung
?” asked Rurik.

“Yes,” said Julian.

“If this brother should have survived, and could recognize the genuine artifact,” said Iaachus, “why would anyone take him seriously?”

“Otungs would take him seriously,” said Otto. “He was of the high, remote, glorious, and holy
festung
of Sim Giadini, which had stood for a thousand years, commanding the heights of the Barrionuevo Range. This is known in the forests of the Otungs, and on both sides of the Lothar. It is known on the Plains of Barrionuevo, and amongst even the Heruls, on what they call the Flats of Tung. Even in the provincial capital, Venitzia, the
festung
is known. And the trustworthiness, the truthfulness, the honesty, the holiness of the brothers is legendary.”

“What was the name of this brother,” asked Iaachus, “he who was the guardian of this artifact, of the medallion and chain?”

“Brother Benjamin,” said Julian.

“He is in Telnar,” said Iaachus.

“Take me to him!” said Otto.

Chapter Fifty-Nine

“So,” said Iaachus, “the great day has come.”

“All is in readiness,” said Julian.

“I would things were otherwise,” said Otto. “Better to be hunting on Varna, riding on Vellmer.”

“What will become of Sesella, Gerune, Renata, Flora, if we fail?” asked Tuvo Ausonius.

“Little,” said Iaachus, “they are women, and marked. New collars, new chains, new selling platforms, new Masters to serve and please.”

Elena, at the serving table in the office of Iaachus, trembled, and her hands shook on the decanter, the
kana
a small, golden storm in the vessel.

“Be careful, girl,” said Rurik. “If you spill the wine, you will be whipped.”

“Forgive me, Master,” whispered Elena.

“Do not concern yourself, noble Rurik,” said Iaachus. “She is my property. Her skin is mine. She is mine to discipline as I might please.”

“Of course,” said Rurik.

“Your troops, of the Farnichi, are prepared,” said Julian.

“They are in position,” said Rurik.

“The Farnichi,” said Iaachus, “owe the empire much.”

“The bargain was struck,” said Rurik. “The Farnichi abide its terms. My presence here is an attestment to that fact.”

“But unofficially, covertly, of course,” said Iaachus.

“Of course,” said Rurik.

“Cohorts loyal to me await our signal,” said Julian, “elements of the guard, chosen army units, selected landing units of the imperial navy.”

“But much, locally, I fear,” said Iaachus, “depends on
comitates
, brought from Tangara, ostensibly to witness and assist in the celebration of the royal nuptials.”

“I would think, dear Arbiter,” said Rurik, “you would view the presence of Otungs in Telnar with apprehension.”

“I do,” said Iaachus. “One gambles.”

“The
comitates
are allies,” said Julian, “auxiliaries in the imperial forces.”

“They are barbarians,” said Rurik.

“So is our noble Ottonius,” said Iaachus.

“I am aware of that,” said Rurik.

“It behooves you to pretend confidence and trust, dear Rurik,” said Julian, “even if it does not exist. Beware of offending allies, or their commander.”

“More is at issue here,” said Rurik, “than the loyalty of Captain Ottonius, with whose secret thoughts I am perforce unacquainted. There are others, as well.”

“Each company,” said Otto, “is commanded by a pledged man, each an Otung, Vandar, Ulrich, or Citherix.”

“Barbarians, all,” said Rurik.

“I am sure of them,” said Otto. “I am less sure of Telnarians.”

“I am a Telnarian,” said Rurik.

“I am aware of that,” said Otto.

“Crossroads will be seized, guard stations, public buildings, the house of the senate,” said Julian. “The new order will be publicly announced.”

“We can hold the palace only briefly,” said Iaachus.

“If we can hold the palace,” said Julian, “we will hold Telnar, as well.”

“Not against the summoned, marshaled forces of the empire,” said Iaachus.

“As the palace goes, so goes the empire,” said Julian. “Many a coup has overturned a dynasty and was scarcely noted in the empire. One need not have generals marching on Telnar, foreign armies in the streets, cities sacked, worlds burned, alien fleets overhead. Many revolutions are quiet, moving on soft feet in the night, taking place in bedrooms and halls. Daggers and goblets of poison have emptied more thrones than wars. In time new names are sung, and new statues, scarcely noticed, appear in public places. Life continues as it has, and will. What ambassador from far worlds, what bureaucrat from afar, recalls vanished flags and banners? What master of what trading commission, what visiting potentate, questions what he finds?”

“I fear it is true,” said Tuvo Ausonius. “I was employed on Miton, in the financial division of the first imperial quadrant. I often suspected our work would go on much as usual regardless of what might occur in Telnar, let alone in the palace.”

“Much would be different,” said Iaachus, “if the empire collapsed.”

“Surely,” said Tuvo Ausonius.

“I fear,” said Iaachus, “we will soon hear the bells, the music, the acclaim of the crowds.”

“There will be jubilation,” said Julian. “There will be singing, and dancing, in the streets.”

“And, the marriages done, the great triumphal procession, on flower-strewn streets, will approach the palace in stately pomp,” said Rurik, “bringing the brides and grooms, in royal carriages.”

“Should the ceremony not be done by now?” asked Otto.

“I suspect, soon,” said Iaachus, “but we must not disallow our friend, the exarch, his hour of glory. He will draw from it what he can. Consider the prestige, the fame, the renown, the esteem, accruing to his office, his post, and faith. Is this not subtle, potent wealth in the sacred strongbox? Will not his Floonian cult now reign over other Floonian cults? Will it not seem to be endorsed by the empire, to represent the empire? Indeed, the empress mother is in attendance, and prominently enthroned. That will much please her. Will not this deed set a precedent for future claims and demands, for future control and power? Consider the spectacle, the impressive pageantry. The great temple is decorated, lit, and filled. A choir of a thousand ministrants sings. The very walls and windows of the edifice will rattle with their impressive blaring. The wafting of incense will linger for days.”

“I regret that the empress mother is present at the ceremony,” said Julian.

“It is natural,” said Iaachus, “the brides are her daughters. Fear rather that she, who is currently taking instruction from the exarch, be converted, be anointed with the holy oil, imported from the sacred oil pools of Zirus, would that someone put a match to them. She should then, as a devout Floonian, submit herself to the will of Floon and Karch, who are the same and yet different.”

“I take it,” said Rurik, “that the will of Floon and Karch is made clear by the exarch.”

“That seems to be the arrangement,” said Iaachus.

“It would be an invisible emperor,” said Julian.

“It would seem so,” said Iaachus.

“What if there are other exarchs?” said Rurik.

“There are other exarchs, but not of Telnar,” said Iaachus. “Telnar is the capital of the empire. Thus, the Exarch of Telnar has a certain advantage in possible competitions. One emperor, one exarch, and so on.”

“It seems there could still be trouble,” said Rurik.

“In the future, doubtless,” said Iaachus. “But I think such things could be managed. Those who lose out can be accounted false exarchs. Perhaps it could be done by extermination, too, rather as one Floonian cult seems willing to exterminate other Floonian cults, the losers being accounted heretics, or such.”

“Where is the emperor?” asked Otto.

“He is in his quarters, playing with his toy animals,” said Iaachus.

“He is eighteen years old, is he not?” said Rurik.

“He was born eighteen years ago,” said Iaachus.

“The ceremony must be nearly done,” said Tuvo Ausonius.

“Yes,” said Iaachus.

“Time is short,” said Tuvo Ausonius.

“Yes,” said Otto.

“I am uneasy,” said Tuvo Ausonius.

“Be eager,” said Otto.

“I tremble,” said Tuvo Ausonius.

“Tremble,” said Otto, “but not like the fleet one, with fear, but like the vi-cat, who prepares to pounce.”

“I have heard little of Abrogastes,” said Julian.

“It is peculiar,” said Iaachus. “My spies made it clear that he accompanied his sons, and the princesses, to Telnar. But he seems to have disappeared. Surely it seems he should be present at the wedding. But it seems he is not. And, as far as we know, he has not left Telnaria.”

“Interesting,” said Julian.

“As I understand it, my dear Ottonius,” said Iaachus, “you have met this Abrogastes.”

“Yes,” said Otto.

“Perhaps you have a sense of him?”

“I think so,” said Otto.

“What is he like?” asked Iaachus.

“He would stand aside for no man,” said Otto.

“Not even the Exarch of Telnar?” asked Iaachus.

“No,” said Otto.

“Perhaps that is why he has disappeared,” said Iaachus.

“Dear Ottonius,” said Julian. “Much culminates. We trained long, and well. The hour is near.
Comitates
are at your side.”

“It would not be so,” said Otto, “save for a small, gentle creature.”

“One guarded by, and protected by, a savage monster,” said Julian.

“Not a monster,” said Otto, “a Herul.”

“Clarify this,” said Rurik.

“You know something of the medallion and chain which Ottonius brought from Tenguthaxichai,” said Julian.

“Yes,” said Rurik. “Vandals would rally to it.”

“Yes,” said Julian, “if it were believed to be the one, true medallion and chain. Its guardian was an Emanationist brother, the salamanderine, Brother Benjamin. It was stolen from the
festung
of Sim Giadini, and Brother Benjamin left the
festung
, pursuing the thief, though unsuccessfully. Shortly after his departure from the
festung
, it was destroyed. He, much later, starving and ill, was found by Heruls on the Plains of Barrionuevo, and nursed back to health. He, and a Herul, Hunlaki, by name, on various grounds, suspected that the medallion and chain had been transported to Telnar, eventually to be received by the Exarch of Telnar. They journeyed to Telnar to confront the exarch and demand the return of the medallion and chain. The exarch, after denying knowledge of the medallion and chain, or of its theft, and curtly dismissing Brother Benjamin and his servant, the Herul, Hunlaki, from the temple precincts, set thugs on them, to follow and beat them, perhaps to kill them. Four of these six thugs, much to the dismay of Brother Benjamin, were killed by his servant, the Herul, their throats bitten through, and the other two fled. Our colleague, the Arbiter of Protocol, learned of this incident by means of the report of guardsmen, who took the pair into custody. He investigated, and was intrigued, having heard something of the medallion and chain. He arranged for their release from custody, and concealed them in a private dwelling in the city, to protect them from the attentions of the exarch. What then occurred was that the medallion and chain taken by Ottonius from Tenguthaxichai was shown to Brother Benjamin, who identified it as the true medallion and chain. It was then only necessary to transport the medallion and chain, Brother Benjamin, and his Herul servant, Hunlaki, to Tangara, where contact was made with Otungs.”

“And
comitates
are now with us,” said Tuvo Ausonius.

“Where is the medallion and chain?” asked Rurik.

“On Tangara,” said Julian, “where it remains, to be kept in safety.”

“I think,” said the Arbiter of Protocol, “while we are waiting, a light collation, with
kana
, might be in order. The wine is at hand, atop our table, and I shall send my lovely Elena to the next room, to fetch some readied viands.”

Elena slipped from the room, and soon returned, bearing a tray, which she placed, beside the wine, already on the table.

“Eating,” said Rurik, “is always more pleasant, and food tastier, in the presence of slaves.”

“True,” said Julian. “Slaves stimulate the blood, and whet the appetite. Who can enjoy food so much as a Master, with a naked, or half-naked, slave at his feet? How the sight of a woman in a collar, on her knees, in her place, stimulates the appetite! The nerves come alive, the digestive juices flow. Let nature reign. Let the world be rightly ordered. Let there be Masters and slaves!”

“Master?” said Elena.

“Retain your gown, lovely Elena,” said Iaachus. “If we should survive the day, you may crawl to me in my chambers, as is your wont, whimpering, a switch in your teeth, and serve me at the foot of my couch.”

“Yes, Master,” said Elena.

“Pour the wine,” he said.

“Yes, Master,” she said.

Rurik, turned about, and faced the door to the chamber. “Cornhair!” he cried.

The door was flung open, and Cornhair stood there, unable to kneel, held erect from behind, by the arms, by a guardsman, who then flung her to all fours in the portal, and she looked across the room, at Rurik, of the Larial Farnichi.

She was briefly tunicked, in what was little more than a rag.

Her Master had not yet seen fit, since the delegation to Tenguthaxichai, to accord her a suitable tunic, however brief.

She was content.

It was the will of her Master.

“Crawl here, collared Calasalii bitch, and get under the table,” said Rurik.

Soon Cornhair was on her knees under the table, looking up.

Rurik dragged a chair near her, but did not take his seat.

The other guests, too, Otto, Julian, and Tuvo Ausonius, drew chairs near the table, but, like Rurik, remained standing.

“Gentlemen,” said Iaachus, lifting his glass, “I propose a toast—to the brides and grooms, to the Princesses Viviana and Alacida, and to the princes, Ingeld and Hrothgar!”

This toast was drunk.

“Now, gentlemen,” said Iaachus, “I propose a second toast, one to this day, a day which is public and a day which is secret, a day which is visible and a day which is invisible.”

This toast, too, was drunk.

The guests then seated themselves about the table.

They ate little, they spoke little.

“I fear,” said Iaachus, “our repast is insufficiently festive, even with slaves about.”

“There is a time for the doings of men,” said Otto. “There is another time for the grasping and handling of females.”