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Authors: Jon Sprunk

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“Emissaries,” she said, “bearing our wishes for peace between our lands, shall be dispatched with all haste.”

“That would be a grave error, Your Majesty.”

Josey looked to the main entrance, half expecting Duke Mormaer. Instead, a portly man in pristine white robes stood in the hall’s doorway. Josey started to rise at the sight of him out of long-ingrained habit until Hubert caught her eye and gave a slight shake of his head. The empress did not rise, not even in the presence of the prelate of the True Church.

The holy father entered the hall wearing the full regalia of his office. Josey recognized the emblems from her catechism. The golden staff in the prelate’s hand and gold-linked rope around his neck represented the sacred gallows from which the Prophet was hung. Upon his head rested a crown of sharp golden points. The rod, rope, and the sunburst crown—the icons that stood at the foundation of the True Faith.

The new prelate was younger than she expected; his hair was only just beginning to lighten to silver. Though his vestments were simple, their costliness was evident in the cut and lay of the fabric, fine linen with gold and silk stitching. Beyond his luxurious attire and trappings, the prelate didn’t strike her as a particularly impressive figure. But as he approached, Josey shifted in her seat under the arresting gaze of his cobalt eyes.

Four hierarchs of the Church and an equal number of underpriests, resplendent in scintillating white robes, surrounded the prelate. Lady Philomena walked beside His Holiness to the center of the hall, where she left to take her seat with the other ministers. One hierarch approached the foot of the dais. Josey recognized him by his slick black hair and hooked nose. Hubert had warned her about Archpriest Gaspar, the prelate’s mouthpiece.

The archpriest inclined his head. “I present His Luminance, Innocence the First, Patriarch of the True Faith, Supreme Servant of the Light.”

Josey didn’t know what they expected her to do. Bow to the man? Grovel at his feet? She remained in her throne and tried to present a calm face, but inside she seethed. Just the sight of the man made her relive the harrowing days when she and Caim had been hunted by the Church’s minions. She would never trust them again. Hubert saved her by stepping forward.

“The empress greets you, Prelate Innocence. We received no word that Your Luminance would be attending court this day.”

“His Illustrious Radiance—”

The prelate held up a finger, and the nuncio fell silent. Innocence cast a beatific smile at Josey.

“Daughter, I have come this day to forge a new relationship between this body and the True Church of the Holy Prophet.”

Josey cleared her throat and tried to hold back her indignation. “You said something as you entered, Luminance.”

“Yes, Daughter. It would be unwise to make overtures of peace to the godless heathens of the east.” His gaze slid to Hubert. “I would caution you not to be guided by the artifices of the Horned One, but to cleave unto the Church as a wife to a husband. Only in this way shall you find the wisdom you seek.”

Josey didn’t know whether to be offended or disgusted by his words. Hubert held his hands by his sides, but Josey could see he was agitated, too.

“I beg Your Holiness’s pardon,” she said, “but the empire faces dire threats here at home. The continuation of the war in the east is no longer possible.”

“All things,” the prelate intoned,” are possible through the Light, Daughter.”

Josey wanted to retch. “What does the Light say about the thousands of young men who have died overseas and will never see their homeland again?”

Prelate Innocence regarded her with an expression partway between contempt and amusement. “Sacrifices made in the name of the Almighty are never in vain. We urge you to pray, Daughter, as the faithful pray for the salvation of your eternal soul.”

Josey felt the first strains of an oncoming headache. A fantasy had begun in her imagination, of this flawlessly clean prelate being dipped by his ankles into a vat of pig feces. It brought a smile to her lips, but she missed part of the lecture.

“—people are up in arms,” the prelate said. “They decry the scandalous way the True Church has been shut out from its rightful place as the spiritual sovereign of this nation.”

Hubert opened his mouth, but this time Josey didn’t give him the chance. This was too much.

“The Church,” she said, pitching her words loud enough to be heard throughout the chamber, “does not rule any longer.”

If he was embarrassed by her admonishment, the prelate did not show it. “Daughter, if you do not—”

“Your Majesty.”

Prelate Innocence blinked. “Pardon?”

“You will,” she said, more firmly, “address us as Your Majesty, or Your Highness.”

The prelate held her gaze for a long moment. Once, perhaps, she might have bowed before that penetrating stare, but she was not a child anymore. She was the mother of a nation and she would receive her due respect.

After what seemed like ages, the holy man dipped his head a fraction of an inch. “Yes, Majesty. Have I your leave to continue?”

“You do, Your Holiness.”

“If Your Majesty does not heed the advice of the Church, this city will tear itself asunder.”

That sounds suspiciously like a threat. Be careful, Innocence, lest your visage of impartiality slip away entirely
.

“What does Your Holiness suggest?” Hubert asked.

Josey could have kicked her lord chancellor, but she understood the game he was playing. Placate the Church by pretending to consider its position, but continue doing what needed to be done.

“First,” the prelate said, “the holy war must not be halted, not for a single day. In fact, new efforts must be made to bring the pagans of the east to the Light. Only in this way can the blessings of the Almighty be restored to the nation.”

Josey ground her teeth together until she thought they might shatter.

“Second, the empress must subjugate herself before the Church. Publicly.”

Josey almost jumped to her feet at those words, but Hubert glanced back with a soothing expression. Her nails dug into the wood of the throne’s arms.
Why not request that I parade down the Processional naked and prostrate myself before the cathedral doors?

“Third, an army must be sent north.”

Josey perked up at that pronouncement. She tried not to give away her sudden interest, but it was difficult. Fortunately, the prelate explained himself before she needed to ask.

“There are strange happenings in the northern states,” he said. “Though they be barbarians, the people of those lands are still children of God and must be protected from the temptations of their baser natures.”

Josey didn’t believe the explanation for a minute, but she kept that to herself. She wanted to know what was happening in the north as much as anyone.

“These,” the prelate concluded, “must be done before the people of Othir can regain their trust in the crown.”

Josey didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t believe the gall of the man to march into her palace and make such demands.

“Thank you, Your Luminance,” Hubert said. “Any assistance offered in these tumultuous times is gladly received.”

Josey glared at the back of her lord chancellor’s head, but she kept her mouth closed before she said something irrevocable. She continued to fume as Hubert kissed the prelate’s ring like a lapdog looking for a treat. When the ring was turned toward her, Josey looked up at the ceiling and pretended she didn’t see it. The view of the Church’s frescoes above her throne only served to worsen her mood. Fortunately, the prelate took the hint and turned away, leading his entourage out the doors. Josey managed to hold onto her temper. Just barely.

“We shall retire,” she announced to the hall. “Good day, my lords.”

She descended the dais, and Hubert fell in step behind her. Josey made it all the way to the hallway outside the great hall before she erupted.

“How could you?” she demanded, raising her fist like a weapon. Her temples were throbbing now, which only added to her indignation. “How could you smile in that pig’s insolent face and tell him we would consider his outrageous demands? You might not have any pride left, but you represent me when you stand in that court!”

To his credit, Hubert stood mute and took her assault. He did not flinch, nor did he argue. Finally, Josey ran out of invectives to launch at him. Then, as she stood panting in the middle of the corridor, with her bodyguards studiously looking away, Hubert made a solemn nod.

“If my service fails to satisfy—” he began.

“Don’t start that again!” she said. “Just explain what you were doing in there.”

“Protecting you, Majesty.”

She stared at him for a long moment. “Yes, of course you were. I’m sorry, Hubert. I’ve just … got a lot on my mind.”

“No apology is required. I understand, and I think you’re holding up quite well under the circumstances.”

“Thank you.” She appreciated that. Sometimes she felt she was all alone in this huge stone palace. It was nice to be reminded she had friends close by. All of a sudden, she missed Anastasia.

He smiled, half shy and half roguish, and for a moment the old carefree Hubert stood before her. Then he cleared his throat and the mien of the lord chancellor fell back into place.

“We cannot afford to incite the new prelate, Majesty. Not with the streets in chaos. The Church could make things even more difficult.”

“How?”

“Some citizens have taken up refuge in the churches. The priests …”

She began to see the problem. “They’re using this opportunity to say things. Things about me.”

“I’ve heard accounts of sermons about demons walking the streets and the end of the world.”

Josey glanced over his shoulder to the tapestries on the corridor wall. “And they blame these things on me.”

“Yes, Majesty. I could go to DiVecci and make your imperial displeasure known to the hierarchs.”

She wanted to let him go, with a hundred soldiers at his back. She would have liked that, but they couldn’t afford a confrontation now. Hubert knew as much, but the offer was kind. Josey winced as a sharp pain stabbed her forehead. She staggered, for a moment losing her balance. Hubert grabbed her by the arms.

“Majesty?” He looked to the guards. “Get the empress’s doctor. Hurry!”

“No,” she tried to say, but it came out in a whisper.

She felt queer, as if she had drunk too much wine and couldn’t find her balance. The hallway seemed abnormally warm all of a sudden. One horrifying thought shot through her mind.
Have I been poisoned?

Cool wind rushed across her face as she felt herself being carried. She reached out to touch soft cloth. She tried to grab hold of it and pull herself up, but her fingers wouldn’t work. Her world drifted into darkness.

Caim, they’ve killed me. Caim, come back…
.

 

The darkness closed around Caim. Here, nothing existed. No pain, no sorrow. Only the dark, and the solace it brought.

A spell of vertigo twisted his insides as he was spat out into the frigid night. A mountain of white flashed before his eyes as he fell. The warm body in his arms started to slip away, but he grabbed tight onto her as his shoulder hit the ground hard enough to make him grunt. Cradling Liana against his chest, he felt the cool cushion of snow against his face.

He opened his eyes with care. They were lying between several evergreen trees. The night sky turned above them, the light from a handful of stars painful to his eyes. He exhaled the breath he’d been holding.
I guess it worked
.

He hadn’t been sure it would. The first and only time he’d tried to transport himself through the shadows had been on the roof of the palace in Othir while fighting Levictus. He didn’t know how he did what he did, but it worked. And now again, as easy as falling off a mountain.

Caim blinked as his eyes recovered from their sensitivity. His body ached all over, like he had been sewn up in a canvas bag and beaten with clubs. But after a few deep breaths the strength began to return to his arms and legs. Moving slowly, he laid Liana flat on the ground and slipped his arm from under her. She didn’t appear to have suffered any further injury from the abrupt nature of their transportation.

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