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Dark Tales of Randamor the Recluse

Book I

The Invisible Chains

Part 1

Bonds of Hate

Andrew Ashling

Dark Tales of Randamor the Recluse — Book I

The Invisible Chains — Part 1: Bonds of Hate

Andrew Ashling

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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Cover design by Nanna Küsgen

Copyright © 2011 by Andrew Ashling

Chapter 1:

Lord Governors of the Northern Marches

“I watched you through the window, young one. You've been standing before my door for more than half an hour now. Why didn't you knock? Come, enter, so I can close the door. The warmth escapes, and it is going to snow.

“What do they call you?”

...

“Mandigaill the Hunter. A strong name, a good name. Mandigaill? Ah, yes, Wolves' Friend in Ancient Baltoc. And how old are you, Friend of Wolves?”

...

“Sixteen. I see. Who sent you?”

...

“Verial. Yes, I remember him well and with pleasure. And you want?”

...

“A tale. I can tell you a tale, if you can pay the price. Has Verial explained everything to you?”

...

“Not everything. I thought so. Which tale would you like me to tell you? Choose wisely, for I can tell you tales that carry wisdom in them, or those that will make your blood hot and make your heart beat faster.”
...
“Ah, you want the tale of Anaxantis. I see. Of Anaxantis of the House of Tanahkos, prince of Ximerion. You want wisdom and hot blood all in one. You like your tales strong and bitter. You want to hear about the downfall of a prince. You want to know how royal blood came to flow so low. I can tell you that tale, but not in one evening. And every evening you must pay my price anew. I know shorter tales.”

...

“No? So be it. Anaxantis's tale it is. The first part of my price. You must swear, on your life, for I have no interest in your soul, that you will tell, within the year, to someone at least two seasons younger than you, but no more than six, about the tales of Randamor the Recluse. Do you promise?”

...

“Good, the first part is paid. Now for the second part. You must whisper in my ear a secret that you have never told before to anyone. Take care, Mandigaill the Hunter, for I shall know if it is not a true secret.”

...

“As secrets go, it was not much. But it was true, and I can see why you are ashamed of it and kept it to yourself until now. The second part is paid. Has Verial told you the third one?”

...

“Then show me.”

...

“Two hares you shot yourself only this afternoon, young and tender. And strong root vegetables, and herbs, and two loaves of freshly baked bread. A bottle of strong, brown beer. Do you know how to prepare all this?”

...

“Your grandmother taught you to make a stew. Very well, Hunter, go and chop wood for the stove and for the fire this evening and then prepare our meal.”

“I watched you through the window, Mandigaill the Hunter. You chopped more than enough wood for tonight and even for tomorrow. That is kind, but it will not lower my price. Now, prepare your stew. There is the kitchen, and while you wash the vegetables and cut the hares, I will start the tale of Anaxantis and the Invisible Chains.”

In his private apartments, Tenaxos I, high king of Ximerion, sat by the hearth with his childhood friend and trusted general, Demrac Tarngord. Both men were in their mid fifties. They drank warm, spiced wine. It was late March, and the evenings were still chilly. Demrac Tarngord was one of the few persons in the kingdom who could call the high king, in private, by his given name.

“I have called you here, old friend,” Tenaxos said, “because once more I need your services.”

“They're your's for the asking, Tenax,” Demrac replied.

“Lately our spies are bringing disturbing news out of the kingdom of Lorsanthia. The new king, Vartoligor XIII, is not of the same mold as his father. He came late to throne, and he seems to feel that if he is to make a name for himself, he must act within the next few years. His grandfather has conquered the kingdom of Trachia, but there were rebellions during his whole reign and that of the father of the present king. This was good for us, since they needed all their forces to keep their new province subdued. Covertly, we have supported a princeling of the last Trachian dynasty. Now our spies tell me that he has lost his last foothold in Trachia, and that he has fled over the border with a band of barely two hundred followers. This will soon prove to be the end of all resistance, I fear.”

“And we are the next great price,” Demrac added.

“Precisely. If war breaks out between Ximerion and Lorsanthia, we must at all costs bring a decisive blow to the enemy as soon as possible. We can't hope to win a protracted conflict. Lorsanthia's resources are far greater than ours, which means that in the long run we will lose. Therefore, I have decided to go myself to our southern border with an 80,000 strong army. You know as well as I do that the southern border is riddled with weak points. Castles and forts are in disrepair, and the loyalty of the trader towns is doubtful at best. I hope to mend these shortcomings. At the same time, a show of strength might make Vartoligor think twice before attacking us.”

“Which army group do you wish me to command?” Demrac asked.

“Not so hasty, Dem, I need you elsewhere. Most of our other borders are safe enough and the coast is protected by our fleet. Only in the North do we have a vulnerable spot.”

“That is not exactly true,”
 Tenaxos thought. 
“We have more weak points on the eastern border and I am not all that sure that every bay and every harbor is patrolled carefully enough by the fleet.”

“The border at the Renuvian Plains,” Demrac said. “But, I thought we had a treaty with the Mukthars.”

“We have, but what is it worth? We simply cannot leave our northern border open to attack. Not while the bulk of our forces is engaged in the south.”

“You want me to go to the province of Amiratha, Tenax?”

“Yes, my friend. I am, however, not going to order you. You have more than deserved to be made lord governor of the Northern Marches, but I cannot give you that commission. The most I can do is appoint you commander of the Northern Army, and even that is more title than substance. I can only spare you three regiments and a cavalry unit of 250 men. That is 3,850 men in total. With only that at your disposal I need you to guard my back, Dem.”

“You know you can count on me, but why are you leaving the post of lord governor open?”

“I'm not. I'm taking my two eldest sons, Tenaxos and Portonas, with me to the South and I'm appointing my two youngest sons both as lord governor, with equal power.”

“Ehandar and Anaxantis? But they are only, what, seventeen and sixteen years old?”

Tenaxos smiled.

“How old were we, my friend, when we fought beside my father for the crown of Ximerion?”

“Granted, we were even younger, but isn't it a great risk to entrust our only vulnerable spot to their inexperience?”

“That's precisely why I need you to keep an eye on them. Beside the official charter with the powers and duties of thelord governors, I will give you a secret one, that will enable you, if necessary, to take matters in hand.”

“Tenax, is it wise to appoint two lord governors? Isn't it usually better to have one chief making decisions instead of two?”

“Yes, and at last resort that one chief is you, my friend. If the chances of war were to turn against us, and I and my sons fall on the battlefield, Ehandar and Anaxantis would be the last hope of the house of Tanahkos. I should have been more farsighted, but the truth is that I have put all my expectations in my two eldest sons and neglected the younger ones. Now I have no idea which of them could succeed me on the throne, if it ever became necessary.”

“I would think that is a foregone conclusion. Ehandar is strong and already has a loyal following among the young nobles. Anaxantis is a sickly boy, weak and with his nose buried in ancient books.”

“That may be true, but who knows what the times will demand? A strong king or a wise one? That is why I will give them equal power. To be honest, I expect that Ehandar will take the lead, and that Anaxantis will bow to his older brother. However, you are not to intervene if there is strife between the two. Just see to it that it doesn't harm the defenses of the province of Amiratha. I understand I am putting you in a very difficult position and that is why I don't want to order you to take this responsibility upon you. Oh, one thing more. Ehandar will not be permitted to take his friends with him.”

“In other words you are testing them. You can count on me, Tenax, as always.”

“Thank you, my friend, I expected as much. You will leave for the Northern Marches in three weeks. I want you to write me a weekly report.”

“And you will also have your spies to keep you informed, of course.”

“Have you taken leave of your senses, Tenax?” Queen Emelasuntha roared as she entered the council room. “Are you trying to kill your own son? I demand that you retract that decree immediately.”

Tenaxos stood with his two oldest sons and four of his generals before a large table covered with maps.

He sighed.

“Madam, you will kindly refrain from barging into my council, yelling like a common fishwife,” he roared back.

“You know damn well that Anaxantis is too sick to undertake a voyage to the Northern Marches,” Emelasuntha continued undaunted.

Tenaxos understood that this was not going be a trifling matter to be dispensed with casually.

“Gentlemen,” he said, “it seems this meeting is over. Please retire, and hold yourselves at my disposition.”

His sons and the generals left the room.

“Madam, you tire my patience to the utmost. I will not tolerate this behavior any longer.”

“And I will not tolerate that you take my son from me and send him into the wilderness.”

“The province of Amiratha is hardly the wilderness, Madam. And may I remind you that it is still I who am high king of Ximerion and not you, Madam. Not you.”

“High king of Ximerion,” Emelasuntha spat with contempt. “When your forefathers were still robber barons, my forebears were kings and queens of Zyntrea.”

“That your brother Kurtigaill may still call himself king of Zyntrea, instead of being a beggar in his own capital, Madam, is thanks to the support he receives from me. You'd better remember that. You may think little of the High Kings of Ximerion, but I assure you that I am still master in my own house.”

Emelasuntha tried to interrupt him.

“Shut your mouth, madam, before I shut it for you. I have appointed Anaxantis lord governor of the Northern Marches, and within two weeks he will depart to take up that commission. Do I make myself clear, Madam? Furthermore, he will take with him no servants, no tutors, no doctors, nobody at all that you may choose for him. The army will provide in all his needs. The same goes for Ehandar, by the way.”

“Ehandar.” She spoke the name as if it were a curse. “You're setting my son up by sending that presumptuous brute with him. Do you think I can't see through your malicious little plan? By appointing both with equal power you invite discord and strife between the two of them. Besides, Anaxantis is too young.”

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