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Isak paused outside Lord Bahl’s tent and looked up at the eagle
standard that battered at the wind as though trying to escape its bonds.
Bright slashes of orange on the horizon cut through the clouds, while
higher up, the sky was stained pink and purple, with twists of gilt
edged cloud overlaying the colours. It was an arresting sight, belying the drab day and biting cold.

He pushed back the hood of his heavy cape and felt the rushing breeze over his newly shorn scalp. He’d spent the whole day hiding from the chill; it seemed only fair that he embrace it for a moment
before night asserted itself. Twilight was always Isak’s favourite time:
it wasn’t to be trusted, it played tricks on the mind, and yet he loved
it-
General Lahk had informed Isak that he would be taking his evening meal with Lord Bahl - that meant something was going on, for he ate with his Lord more often than not, and neither required a
summons to the other’s company.

‘Lord Isak,’ called a voice behind him. Isak turned to see Sir Cerse
approaching. ‘Am I to have the pleasure of your company at supper
too?’

It looked like Isak was right about the young colonel of the Palace
Guard: he knew the man to be ambitious and politically minded, but
he believed Sir Cerse could most likely be trusted. He was of minor
gentry stock from Amah, as loyal a region as any. The significance of
the dinner invitation had obviously not been lost on him: power lay
within the lord of the Parian’s inner circle, and he was being given the
opportunity to show himself worthy.

‘Among others, I suspect.’ As he spoke, Suzerain Ked and Count
Vesna appeared from different directions in the growing gloom, both
wrapped against the cold in heavy, plain cloaks. They were alone, and
trying to draw as little attention as possible. Isak nodded to both, then
entered the tent ahead of the other three men.

Inside Bahl and Suzerain Tori were already seated, while General
Lahk stood over a steaming pot, ladling what smelled like venison stew
into bowls. Isak stopped suddenly when he caught sight of a copper—
haired woman standing to one side - the last thing he’d expected to
see out here in the middle of nowhere was a strange and very beautiful
woman. He ignored Sir Cerse’s polite cough behind him and caught
Bahl’s eye, hoping the woman’s presence would be explained.

Bahl couldn’t fail to notice his Krann’s interest. ‘One of my Chief
Steward’s agents,’ he said dismissively, ‘bringing me information that does not concern you.’

Isak remembered Bahl’s warning after the battle that there were
some secrets he was not privy to. He nodded in acceptance and moved
further in, allowing the others to enter.

‘My lords, gentlemen,’ Bahl greeted them once all four were inside and the hide flap fastened against the wind.

Isak caught the scuff of boots on grass outside: Ghosts, he guessed, loitering outside to prevent eavesdroppers.

‘Please, make yourselves comfortable, for we have matters to discuss
.’

There were stools enough for all while Bahl sat back in a campaign
armchair, one that was easily folded for transport but strong enough
to support his massive weight.

Isak took an overfilled bowl of stew and picked out a hard lump of
bread, then sat himself on Bahl’s left. The general paused, then found
himself another stool, his face impassive, as usual. Isak hoped the
others hadn’t seen it as a deliberate slight - Bahl never gave anything
away, so he’d wanted to be able to watch every other face there. He
hadn’t intended to be deliberately rude to the general. Vesna secured
the place on Isak’s other side.

‘Sir Cerse, you may speak as a peer here,’ Bahl said quietly, and the
Colonel gave a nod of appreciation at the courtesy - as the only man
there without court rank, he would otherwise have had to stay quiet
unless directly addressed.

Bahl didn’t waste time. ‘The Malich affair is not quite over. You will all have noticed the failure of some to answer the call to battle,
and the problems the cavalry have been having with the blood stocks.
My authority still lacks the weight in some places that I would wish.’

‘My Lord,’ interrupted Ked carefully, ‘I have had my best man watching the young wolf, but he reports nothing of this importance.
Certinse left for Lomin today.’

‘I have also heard nothing to say those suspected-‘ began Tori. Bahl raised a hand to stop him. ‘Neither have I, but neither do they rush back to the fold. My lords will need convincing, it seems, and that is what we will do.’

‘Lesarl?’ asked Isak with a faint smile, looking quickly at the woman,
who was crouching easily at the side of the tent. He noticed that Ked wore a look of pained resignation. No doubt he’d hoped the time for
savage measures had passed.

‘Legana has other duties,’ Bahl said. ‘She will be returning to Helrect, where she will join the White Circle. We have little information
about them or their plans because they have been so hard to infiltrate.
We have few female agents of Legana’s talents; to waste her on this
would be foolish. In any case, Lesarl will have to restrain his feelings
for Duke Certinse for the moment. I do not destroy powerful families lightly, for that would, I think, come back to haunt us.’
‘And counts?’ prompted Vesna quietly.

‘Kinbe and Solsis should both disappear. There’s no doubt that they are guilty of murder and heresy, though we’ve never had evidence enough for a public trial. That should send a clear message to Duke Certinse; after that, we will have to watch how he reacts. I will
have Suzerain Nelbove in my pocket by the time his daughter marries
Certinse. His allegiance to Malich was only ever intended to further his fortune.’

‘Count Vilan and those marshals of his,’ supplied Sir Cerse. ‘The count sent ambiguous letters to my predecessor - they were delayed and by the time they arrived the colonel had died and a relative in the city had claimed his personal papers. There is no reason for Vilan to
know his letters were not burned, as I’m sure the rest were. I’ve known
him for years, so I doubt his importance to the general plot, but it
would send a message to anyone thinking of pulling strings.’

The grey-haired Tori blinked in surprise. Vilan was one of his subjects
- and one of his most important. ‘I had no idea,’ he said, looking at Bahl. ‘It’s true I have never been on the best of terms with Vilan, but I’ve had no reason to think him a traitor. His family have always supported mine; he’s my second cousin.’ The suzerain pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily. Isak watched, fascinated at the effect of this revelation on the normally granite-faced soldier. ‘If you would be good enough to show me the documents, Sir Cerse?’

The knight nodded. ‘Of course, sir. They are under lock and key. If it helps, it mentions your hidden armouries at your hunting lodge and Riverbree Manor - I assume that was information he
shouldn’t have shared.’

‘Vilan was the only one outside my family to know of those, damn
him. I
will
deal with him, but I want it to be seen as an accident. The
Vilans have done my family good service over the years; I don’t want
their reputation to be stained because of one man.’

‘May I ask something?’ asked Isak. He looked around at the expectant faces and felt the memory of his display on the battlefield rise in his throat. He’d been trying to avoid being the centre of attention
since he regained consciousness. ‘I’m sure you’ve all grown up discuss
ing this sort of thing, but I didn’t. It’s obvious there is disloyalty, and problems with the Cult of Nartis, but I still don’t know what Malich actually did. Could I get the short explanation before we decide who
to murder?’

A barking laugh came from Suzerain Ked, not mocking but brotherly, as if Isak’s request had made him appear human again. There
were smiles all round and the sombre mood evaporated.

The colonel cleared his throat to attract Bahl’s attention. ‘I think that perhaps I might be the best person for that, my Lord. I know
enough to give a brief outline.’ His tone was respectful but bold as he
warmed to his new position in Bahl’s inner circle. He could make a
good guess at the sort of man the Lord would value.

Bahl gestured for Sir Cerse to continue.

The scandal was brought to light by a Cardinal of the cult of Nartis, Cardinal Disten,’ he said. ‘He was once chaplain to a cavalry regiment in Amah. He discovered daemon worshippers spreading a cult devoted to a being called Azaer, mostly in the Cardinal branch, but they were slowly gaining control of the whole cult of Nartis. It
was rumoured that the Dowager Duchess Certinse was at the centre of the plot, taking orders directly from Malich. I heard that the men who
found Suzerain Suil’s body were on their way to arrest him for high
treason. They were preparing for a full-scale rebellion when Cardinal Disten uncovered the plot last summer.’

‘But how could any Farlan rebel against the Chosen of Nartis?’
demanded Isak, unable to keep from interrupting.

‘Firstly, if you’ll forgive the observation, my Lord, even a white-eye
of Lord Bahl’s ability cannot face an entire army. With necromantic powers augmenting their forces and the military support of those
nobles they controlled, the danger was very real.’

‘But surely most are loyal still?’

‘Possibly, but by rigging the election of one of their own to High Cardinal of Nartis they have great authority over the people, as well
as the ability to declare Lord Bahl Forsaken.’

Isak sounded confused. ‘What does that mean?’

‘Forsaken means abandoned by the Gods. While we are servants of the Gods, they rarely pay much attention to us. Nartis is like any other God of the Upper Circle. The Chosen must be able to protect both their positions and persons, otherwise they do not deserve his
blessing. If the Cardinals declare Lord Bahl to be Forsaken, then they
can order those loyal to join them or stay away. Not all would obey,
but enough. Lord Bahl is head of the cult of Nartis, but the Cardinals
speak with divine authority. With intelligence and magic they could manipulate the mood of crowds; they could turn public opinion even
against the chosen Lord of the Farlan.

‘Half the tribe seems to have been implicated by one rumour or
another. Mostly these have been false - petty revenge or family feuds,
such is court life - but some must be true. I believe that there was a
large faction of Devoted involved.’

Sir Cerse looked at Bahl for comment but received merely a blank
stare. He coughed and continued quickly, To best Lord Bahl in battle,
Malich would have needed to control at least one duke and five power
ful suzerains. That’s the only way he could be confident of defeating
the loyal troops. The true extent of how many were involved we may
never know, but the tribe has been severely weakened by suspicion. Many have failed to maintain proper, lawful levels of stock, trained
soldiers, campaign supplies
…”
His voice tailed off as gloom over
took the tent once more.

Isak looked around at the faces staring at the ground. Bahl’s own
naturally grim expression was reflected on the faces of Tori, Vesna, Sir
Cerse - even the beautiful assassin, Legana. Suzerain Ked, normally a
calm and reflective man, had his jaw clamped tight and anger tight
ened his brow.

With a start Isak realised their dismay was not at the task facing them, but shame that their own people could turn on each other in
such a way, and against the will of the God.

Insurrection was nothing new, but plotting the downfall of the entire nation was a completely different matter. Their tribe had remained strong by relying on its own - an arrogant and xenophobic
way of life, possibly, but one that had kept them whole nonetheless.

‘Thank you,’ he said quietly. ‘Now I understand what’s at stake, of course I’ll be part of it - I’ll do anything you need.’

Expressions faded to acceptance and resolve. The next few hours
saw each man writing a painfully long list while outside, winter tight
ened its grip on the mountains they called home.

A discreet knock came at the dining room door. Amanas raised an eyebrow at his wife, but from her expression Jelana knew nothing about it. The Keymaster frequently spent all day in the Heraldic Library, or at official functions. Dinner was
their
time: they would eat together and undisturbed every night unless it almost was a matter of life or death. As absentminded as Amanas was, he knew his wife felt
strongly about this. He actively dissuaded visitors at the best of times; the evenings were sacrosanct.

The butler entered, casting an apprehensive look at his mistress before saying, ‘Sir, I apologise for interrupting, but you have a visitor
who demands to see you urgently.’

Amanas didn’t have time to reply before a voice came from the open doorway and a man stepped into the dining room. ‘My apologies, dear lady,’ he declared, bowing low and kissing her theatrically on the hand. The man was tall and slim, with a distinguished touch of grey in his hair, dressed fashionably, if on the young side. ‘I’m
afraid the matter could not wait. I must drag your husband away for a
while.’