Century of the Soldier: The Collected Monarchies of God (Volume Two)

BOOK: Century of the Soldier: The Collected Monarchies of God (Volume Two)
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The
C
ENTURY
of the
S
OLDIER

 

Paul Kearney

 

 

The second omnibus in
The Monarchies of God
series, collecting the novels
The Iron Wars
,
The Second Empire
and
Ships from the West

The Iron Wars

This book is respectfully dedicated to the memory of Richard Evans

 

The Second Empire

For John McLaughlin

 

Ships from the West

For Peter Talbot

 

This omnibus first published 2010 by Solaris, an imprint of Rebellion Publishing Ltd, Riverside House, Osney Mead, Oxford, OX1 0ES, UK

 

www.solarisbooks.com

 

ISBN (.epub version): 978-1-84997-208-6

ISBN (.mobi version): 978-1-84997-209-3

 

The Iron Wars
© Paul Kearney 1999

The Second Empire
© Paul Kearney 2000

Ships From the West
© Paul Kearney 2002

 

The right of the author to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the copyright owners.

A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

Designed & typeset by Rebellion Publishing

The Story So Far...

 

F
IVE CENTURIES AGO
two great religious faiths arose that were to dominate the entire known world. They were founded on the teachings of two men: in the west, St. Ramusio, and in the east, the Prophet Ahrimuz.

The Ramusian faith rose at the same time that the great continent-wide empire of the Fimbrians was coming apart. The greatest soldiers the world had ever seen, the Fimbrians had become embroiled in a vicious civil war which enabled their conquered provinces to break away one by one and become the Seven Kingdoms. Fimbria dwindled to a shadow of her former self, her troops still formidable, but her concerns confined to the problems within the borders of the homeland. And the Seven Kingdoms went from strength to strength - until, that is, the first hosts of the Merduks began pouring over the Jafrar mountains, quickly reducing their numbers to five.

Thus began the great struggle between the Ramusians of the west and the Merduks of the east, a sporadic and brutal war carried on for generations, which, by the sixth century of Ramusian reckoning, was finally reaching its climax.

Aekir, greatest city of the west and seat of the Ramusian Pontiff, finally fell to the eastern invaders in the year 551. Out of its sack escaped two men whose survival was to have the greatest consequences for future history. One of them was the Pontiff himself, Macrobius, thought dead by the rest of the Ramusian kingdoms and by the Church hierarchy. The other was Corfe Cear-Inaf, a lowly ensign of cavalry, who deserted his post in despair after the loss of his wife in the tumult of the city's fall.

By the time Macrobius's escape was announced, the Ramusian Church had already elected another Pontiff, Himerius, who was set upon purging the Five Kingdoms of any remnant of the Dweomer-folk: the practitioners of magic. The purge caused Hebrion's young king, Abeleyn, to commission a desperate expedition into the uttermost west to seek the rumoured Western Continent, led by his ruthlessly ambitious cousin, Lord Murad of Galiapeno. Murad blackmailed a master mariner, one Richard Hawkwood, into navigating the voyage, and as passengers and would-be colonists they took along some of the refugee Dweomer-folk of Hebrion, including one Bardolin of Carreirida. But when they finally reached the fabled west, they found that a colony of lycanthropes and mages had already existed there for centuries under the aegis of an immortal Archmage, Aruan. Their exploratory party was wiped out, only Murad, Hawkwood and Bardolin surviving.

Back in Normannia, the Ramusian Church was split down the middle as three of the Five Kingdoms recognized Macrobius as the true Pontiff, while the rest preferred the newly elected Himerius. Religious war erupted as the three so-called Heretic Kings - Abeleyn of Hebrion, Mark of Astarac and Lofantyr of Torunna - fought to retain their thrones. All succeeded, but Abeleyn had the hardest battle to fight. He was forced to storm his own capital, Abrusio, by land and sea, half-destroying it in the process.

Farther east, the Torunnan fortress of Ormann Dyke became the focus of Merduk assault, and there Corfe distinguished himself in its defence. He was promoted and, catching the eye of Torunna's Queen Dowager, Odelia, was given the mission of bringing to heel the rebellious nobles in the south of the kingdom. This he undertook with a motley, ill-equipped band of ex-galley slaves, which was all the king would allow him. Plagued by the memory of his lost wife, he was, mercifully, unaware that she had survived Aekir's fall, and was now the favourite concubine of the Sultan Aurungzeb himself.

The momentous year 551 drew to a close. In Almark, the dying king Haukir bequeathed his kingdom to the Himerian Church, transforming the Church into a great temporal power. And in Charibon two humble monks, Albrec and Avila, stumbled upon an ancient document, a biography of St. Ramusio that stated that he was one and the same man as the Merduk Prophet Ahrimuz. The monks fled Charibon, but not before a macabre encounter with the chief librarian of the monastery city, who revealed himself to be a werewolf. They ran into the teeth of a midwinter blizzard, collapsing into the snow.

And now all over the continent of Normannia, the armies are once more on the march.

 

 

The
I
RON
W
ARS

 

In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watched,

And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars...

 

-
Henry IV
, Part I

Prologue

 

I
N THE SWEATING
nightmare-fever of the dark he felt the beast enter his room and stand over him. But that was impossible. Not from so far, surely -

Oh, sweet God in Heaven, overlord of Earth, be with me now...

Prayers, prayers, prayers. The mockery of it, he praying to God, whose soul was black as pitch and already sold. Already lost and consigned to the fires of eons.

Sweet Ramusio, sit with me. Be near me now in this lost hour.

He wept. It was here, of course it was. It was watching, patient as a stone. He belonged to it. He was damned.

Soaked in perspiration, he opened his gummy eyelids to the all-embracing dark of his midnight room. Tears had fled down the sides of his neck as he slept and the heavy furs of his bed were awry. He gave a start at their lumpen, hairy shape. But it was nothing. He was alone after all, thank God. Nothing but the quiet winter night wheeling in its chill immensity beyond the room.

He scratched flint and steel together from the bedside table, and when the tinder caught, transferred the seed of sparks to his candle. A light, a point of reference in the looming murk.

Utterly alone. He was without even the God he had once reverenced and to whom he had devoted the best years of his life. Clerics and theologians said that the Creator was everywhere, in every niche and pocket of the world. But He was not here, in this room. Not tonight.

Something else was coming, though. Even now he could sense it hurtling through the dark towards him as unstoppable as the turning sun, its feet hardly setting down upon the dormant world. It could cover continents and oceans in the blink of an eye.

The furs on his bed gave a twitch, and he yelped. He clawed his way to the headboard, eyes starting out of his head, heart hammering behind his ribs.

They gathered themselves into a mound, a hulking mass of hair. And then they began to grow, bulking out in the dimness and the candle-flame, the room a sudden playground of moving shadows as the light flickered and swam.

The furs rose and rose in the bed, towering now. And when they loomed over him, tall as some misshapen megalith, two yellow eyes blinked on in their midst, bright-hungry as an arsonist's flame.

It was here. It had come.

He fell on his face amid the damp linen sheets, worshipping. Truly
here
- he could smell the musk of its presence, feel the heat of the enormous form. A drop of spit fell from its maw and sizzled as it struck his neck, burning him.

Greetings, Himerius
, the beast said.

"Master," the prostrate cleric whispered, grovelling in his soiled bed.

Be not afraid
, its voice said without a sound. Himerius's reply was inarticulate, a gargle of terror.

The time is here, my friend
, it said.
Look up at me. Sit up and see.

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