13 Day War (6 page)

“No,” Prince Harold said quickly. “In fact, that is the very reason that they have us isolated. They do not want the Federation to know that we are here, and they fear Federation spies among the populace. That is the reason for the false names, and why I have been urged to change my appearance. If there is the slightest chance that any of us will be recognized, Baron Stikman will confine all of us to the lair.”

“Then why are we here?” asked Prince Bultar.

Prince Harold knew better than any of them, but he did not speak.

“A war is coming,” offered Prince Samuel, “but not the war any of you think is coming. There is another country far across the sea, and the Federation also seeks to conquer them.”

“What country?” asked Samana.

“It is called Alcea,” answered the Prince of Spino. “As I understand it, the Alceans are grossly outnumbered, but they are an optimistic people. One of them came to the monastery where I lived and spent some time to get to know me. He questioned me about many things and challenged me about others. When he felt confident that I would rule Spino in a way that would benefit the citizens, he revealed himself to me. The Alceans want just rulers for the nations of Zara. I suspect that is the reason for protecting us. The Alceans want to make sure that we survive the coming war.”

“Bah,” scowled Prince Bultar. “I cannot imagine a government such as the one you describe. If the Alceans win the war, they will install puppet monarchs to rule as the Alceans see fit.”

“You are wrong, Bultar, “declared Princess Jeanel. “I have also met some of these Alceans. They are the most noble of people. They saved my life and the life of my father, and they asked for nothing in return. When Tyronia is liberated, King Myer will assume the throne, with no strings attached, which is the only way my father would ever rule.”

“I agree,” stated Prince Harold. “I was on the verge of death when the Alceans came to me. They healed me, which none of the Federation mages were able to accomplish. But even then they made it clear that I was free to do whatever I wanted. They hoped that I would assume the throne and treat my citizens as people should be treated, but it was not a requirement of their healing. Before I was healed, I expressed a desire to merely go somewhere where no one knew me that I might live out my days in peace and obscurity. They told me that if that was my choice, they would honor my wishes. I could walk out of Herinak Castle today and be free if I wished.”

“You would be most welcome in Zarocca,” smiled Bonnay. “If that is your desire, I will speak to my father. I am certain that he would welcome you to his barony without question.”

“I am not prepared to leave Herinak Castle at this time,” answered Prince Harold. “I have read enough to know that the situation in Ertak is horrible. The people are starving and crime is rampant. People are dying of diseases at an alarming rate, and yet we continue to build the largest army ever seen in history. If I can change that in some way, I would feel obligated to try.”

“You are a fool,” laughed Prince Bultar. “Do you really think the Federation would stand for a young upstart telling them what to do? You would be crushed in an eye-blink.”

“Perhaps,” frowned Prince Harold, “but I am not a coward who will change sides solely because it is expedient.” Prince Bultar recoiled at the verbal slap, but Prince Harold continued. “I will stand for what is right in the world, or I will not stand at all. I have been staring into the face of death for many years, Bultar. It no longer scares me. It is, in fact, the fear of death that is debilitating, not death itself. When my death arrives, I will die with a smile on my face knowing that I have done some good that will hopefully be remembered and imitated for generations to come.”

Bonnay applauded and Prince Samuel and Princess Jeanel smiled broadly, but Prince Bultar was scowling.

“Is that how Ertakans see us in Candanar?” he asked.

“No personal offense meant, Bultar,” interjected Princess Jeanel, “but Candanar has a reputation for going along with whoever is the strongest at the moment. If I remember correctly, Candanar did not request to join the Federation. You were told to join the Federation while your borders were threatened by Federation troops. Am I mistaken?”

“But it was an unnecessary provocation,” countered Prince Bultar. “My father was already thinking of joining the Federation. He just hadn’t made up his mind yet.”

“It was probably a wise decision at the time, Bultar,” stated Prince Samuel, “but it is typical of Candanar behavior over the centuries, and maybe that is as it should be. Candanar is a sparsely populated country in the crossroads of the continent. I imagine a defiant stance in the past might have resulted in the demise of your country, but that is no reason to ridicule Prince Harold’s taking of a firm stance in Ertak. Should I ever ascend the throne in Spino, and I must point out that such a situation is unlikely, I would support Prince Harold as long as he truly stands for the betterment of the populace.”

“And I would heartily accept such help,” smiled Prince Harold, “and offer the same in return. Perhaps these Alceans are wiser than even I give them credit for.”

“How do you mean?” asked Bonnay.

“From what I understand, the Alceans do not want war, but they will spiritedly defend themselves if attacked. Should they be lucky enough to be the winner of such a conflict, ruling over Zara from such a distance would be a difficult task. Wouldn’t it be far easier for them to select rulers who would never threaten them again?”

“And open up trade routes between the two lands.” Princess Jeanel nodded enthusiastically. “I think you have stumbled upon the true intent of the Alceans.”

“But can they win the war?” asked Prince Samuel. “It does not look promising from what I have heard.”

“I grow tired of all this speculation,” frowned Samana. “You all act as if these mysterious Alceans are behind everything. I only need to point out that Alceans did not bring Rynda and me here. A Federation general rescued us from kidnappers. General Forshire would not be in league with Alceans.”

Princess Jeanel’s eyebrows rose. “General Forshire is an Alcean.”

Samana’s eyes widened with disbelief, but it was Prince Bultar who spoke.

“I thought General Forshire was Tyronian?”

“The real General Forshire was Tyronian,” answered Princess Jeanel, “but he was a traitor to his country. He was in league with the Federation and tried to assassinate my father and me. There was an Alcean named Clint McFarren who had an uncanny resemblance to General Forshire. He helped us escape the assassination attempt and killed General Forshire. He then had his face magically altered to assume General Forshire’s identity.”

Rynda looked at her sister. “You are in love with an Alcean? What will father say?”

Samana rose to her feet as the shock of the truth hit her. Tears filled her eyes, and she turned and ran away from the others. Sitting on the wall over the heads of the heirs, a tiny winged-woman slowly rose to her feet and took to the air to make her report.

Colonel Donil of the A Corps sat on a bench overlooking the Sea of Tears. With his back to the Imperial Palace, he could easily be spied upon, but no one would see the tiny green man hiding in the hair near his ear.

“That is all I have to report at this time, Peanut,” the colonel said softly. “Wait. That is not quite true. Inform the general that I have heard mention of a 38
^th
Corps. I do not know the significance of this, but I have never heard of any armies beyond the 32
^nd
Corps which occupies Tyronia. I have also seen more than one colonel enter the Imperial Palace and leave as a general. If you add these two together, it might indicate that Grand General Kyrga is still aggressively expanding the armies of the Federation. Ask the general if I should try to pry information out of Colonel Taerin about this. Do you have all of that, Peanut?”

“I will remember every word,” chirped the fairy. “If you think of anything else, you can tell me in the morning. I am going to spend the night here.”

“Where do you sleep when you stay overnight?” asked the colonel.

“There is a very comfy tree hollow over near the abandoned shed,” answered Peanut. “It is warm and dry in all weather.”

“You are welcome to stay in the barracks with me,” offered the colonel. “There is plenty of room. I have the whole building to myself.”

“Thank you,” replied Peanut, “but I enjoy an occasional night with nature. Fairies were not meant to live in pockets, but we are often required to. I will see you in the morning.”

Colonel Donil felt the fairy’s tiny feet move about on his shoulder as Peanut checked to see if anyone was watching. The colonel sat unmoving until the pressure of the little feet disappeared, signaling the fairy’s departure. The colonel sat for a while longer and then rose to head into the palace for the evening meal. He was not surprised to bump into Colonel Taerin on the way to the palace. Such an occurrence happened far too frequently to be coincidence, and Colonel Donil suspected that Colonel Taerin was probably spying on him.

“Enjoying the sunset again?” Colonel Taerin asked in a friendly manner.

“In a manner of speaking,” smiled Colonel Donil. “While the bench does not offer a view of the sunset, the sky over the Sea of Tears is often painted in beautiful colors. You should experience it some time.”

“You seem to mimic your master,” Colonel Taerin said with a slight smile. “He also liked to sit on that bench and meditate.”

“I will assume that you are referring to General Forshire,” retorted Colonel Donil. “As for the meditation, the bench does offer a secluded place to sit and think, and I find the gentle motion of the water soothing. Were you looking for me?”

“No one is looking for you here, Colonel Donil,” chuckled Colonel Taerin. “For most of the people in the palace, you don’t even exist. I am still confused why General Forshire left you behind when he departed for Olansk.”

“I try to make it a habit never to question General Forshire’s orders.” Colonel Donil smiled as he replied. He knew that Colonel Taerin was fishing for information. It was a game that Taerin often played. The manner was always cordial and friendly, but the questions always showed a bit of suspicion about the A Corps. Colonel Donil decided to take a slightly different tact than his usual bland response. “Perhaps General Forshire was hoping that my abilities would get noticed here at the Imperial Palace. I have heard that there have been a great many promotions lately.”

“I hardly think that is the case,” Colonel Taerin replied with a friendly chuckle. “I have seen your file, Donil. You were arrested for theft, insubordination, and striking an officer. You were fortunate to be merely sent to prison for such offenses. Why General Forshire saw fit to rescue you from prison and make you a colonel is quite a mystery. I hardly think Grand General Kyrga will try to outdo such a feat by making you a general and giving you your own army.”

“Perhaps that would be pressing my luck,” laughed Colonel Donil. “For the record, I did not steal anything. I was accused of stealing, and that accusation was the cause of the other charges. Still, you have a point. I will just have to be content to be a mere colonel.”

Colonel Donil was not surprised that Colonel Taerin had pulled his file and investigated his background. He would have done the same thing if he had the authority to do so. He also knew that Colonel Taerin did not really view him and the A Corps as poorly as he pretended. Others within the palace did, but Colonel Taerin was the exception. General Forshire had been correct. Colonel Taerin’s demeanor was disarming.

“I gather that you are heading indoors for the evening meal?” questioned Colonel Taerin. “Perhaps you would care to dine with me this evening?”

And be subtly interrogated, thought the A Corps colonel. It was an unexpected opportunity, and one that Donil was eager to accept, but he needed to be prepared for such an occasion, and he was not. “I would enjoy that very much, Colonel Taerin, but perhaps another time. I must confess to feeling a little under the weather this evening. I think I will just grab something light from the soldiers’ mess and return to the barracks. Were you to extend the same offer tomorrow, I would readily accept.”

“Then tomorrow it shall be,” smiled Colonel Taerin. “I hope you are feeling better by then.”

Colonel Taerin nodded in farewell and separated from the A Corps colonel. Donil’s presence at the Imperial Palace intrigued him. When General Forshire stayed at the palace, he always had a reasonable explanation for his presence, but he was a general. Colonel Donil had no official reason to be on the grounds other than his stated orders to wait for Forshire’s return. While such an order might be acceptable for a squad leader, a colonel was much too important to waste. That indicated a much more nefarious reason for the colonel’s presence, and Taerin planned to discover the truth.

Instead of heading directly towards the officers’ mess, Colonel Taerin climbed the stairs to the second floor and made his way to a balcony overlooking the grounds closest to the old barracks. He wanted to see if Colonel Donil really did return to the barracks as promised. To his surprise, the A Corps colonel soon appeared carrying a plate of food. Although the balcony did not offer a view of the actual barracks, it was clear to Colonel Taerin that Donil was indeed heading there to eat. With a sigh of disappointment, Colonel Taerin left the balcony to procure his own food.

Colonel Taerin ate in uncharacteristic silence. He politely spurned offers of companionship as his mind tried to solve the mysteries of A Corps. While Colonel Donil’s presence on the palace grounds was certainly odd, he had found the colonel to be surprisingly friendly, hardly what he had expected from a convict. He had enjoyed the colonel’s observations of Alcea and found the man to be quite an intelligent thinker. That made Forshire’s decision to abandon him on the grounds of the Imperial Palace even more curious. Colonel Taerin was convinced that Donil was meant to spy on the Imperial Palace, but why? Who was it that General Forshire did not trust? He had had several confrontations with Grand General Kyrga, but General Forshire always seemed to best the Grand General in the end. The Tyronian also seemed to have the ear of the emperor, and Colonel Taerin could not think of anyone else of importance that Forshire had come into close contact with. It was a maddening puzzle, and it drew on Taerin’s attention like an irresistible magnet.