The Princess's Dragon (5 page)

“Everyone else is dismissed to prepare for a grand feast tomorrow in honor of this incredible find.”

The nobles shot to their feet as the king rose and strode from the room, followed by Derek, the Royal Steward, and the council members that lined up against the wall behind the dais. The wall concealed a door to the council chamber where all meetings of state between king and council took place.

The guards motioned for the shaking foreman to follow the last councilor,

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an ancient man in charge of social welfare who never left his chambers unless summoned by the king. The concealed door clicked closed behind the man, leaving a seamless marble wall in its place. Very few knew the secret to opening and closing the chamber door.

The queen stood and addressed the nobles. “Now, as the king has commanded, there will be a grand feast in honor of today’s news. We expect all present to attend.” Her sharp gaze touched every noble there before she floated gracefully from the dais and through another door to the side of the throne room. Her son and two daughters followed dutifully behind, Sondra casting one last curious look at the leather case that even now two men of the castle guard gently secured and carried away.

As soon as they left the chamber trailed by their entourage, the queen dismissed her offspring as well, admonishing them to rest up and prepare for tomorrow. She specifically addressed Sondra. “Do try to be on time and suitably presentable for once, Sondra.” She sighed and tweaked the jeweled tiara that slipped slowly down the side of Sondra’s head. With a fond pat to her youngest daughter’s cheek, a kiss on Sarai’s forehead, and a hug for her son, she turned away and proceeded down the grand hall.

Only the royals and their entourage used the grand hall to move around the castle with some semblance of privacy. The queen’s matronly ladies-in-waiting followed swiftly behind to keep up with her deceptively graceful pace.

The Royal Chatelaine joined her, harassed and incredibly stressed at the monumental task of organizing a grand feast in less than one full cycle.

Relatively alone, save the two groups of tiresome girls they must always lug around, the three siblings huddled in excitement, eager to discuss what just transpired in the court.

“Sergen, let’s meet in your morning room, it’s closest.” The eavesdropping ladies gasped in horrified shock at Sondra’s suggestion.

Nobles considered it indecent for a young unmarried woman to meet a man in his morning room, even if that man was still a boy and one’s own brother.

“No way, I’m not letting those girls in my room, they babble incessantly.” The boy shuddered in dread as he glanced at the selection of lovely young girls culled from the noblest families in the kingdom. Sondra and Sarai exchanged an amused look, knowing that once Sergen reached his majority, these same girls would likely become his only company, as his doting parents encouraged him to select a bride from their number.

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“We’ll meet in my morning room,” Sarai said, and since her room sat only one flight above them, they all agreed and she silenced the objections of their entourage by adding, “Naturally we are all well chaperoned. After all, isn’t that what our ladies-in-waiting are for?” The girls managed to pull a cognizant thought together long enough to discern that they owed their continued presence in the castle to their job chaperoning the princesses as well as providing suitable companionship. The thought that someone might perceive that they failed in their duties silenced them, and they meekly followed their charges to Sarai’s chambers.

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Another meeting took place that day in the king’s council chamber. Th

e councilors all applauded the wonderful news about the change in the kingdom’s fortunes. Everyone spoke at once, the atmosphere in the council chamber far less formal than the throne room.

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e king generally allowed and encouraged all opinions and advice as well as the heated debates that often broke out among competing councilors. Even now the never-ending battle of expansion versus infrastructure that broke out between the councilor of Land Acquisition and Distribution and the councilor of City Development and Planning nearly dissolved into blows, both elderly men trembling with rage.

Only one person besides the king himself and the timid foreman remained silent and thoughtful. Unlike the others who perceived only the wealth the new mine brought to the kingdom, Derek foresaw problems the naïve and sheltered councilors could not begin to imagine. Even the king appeared innocently oblivious to anything beyond his dreams of unlimited budgets and a wealthy citizenry where peasants lived better than the nobles in other lands.

The king noted his reticence and turned to him, noticing the frown on the Derek’s face. He waved the councilors to silence. “What of you, Warlord, what opinion or advice do you have to share with us?” Derek looked around at the gathered men, most of them far past their prime, and realized that not one among them beside himself had ever been to war or fought for their life. None had ever faced death from the moment they awoke on a blood-soaked battlefield to the moment they collapsed from exhaustion and blood loss on that same battlefield. Perhaps his experiences 25

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made him a distrustful cynic, but he understood the southern lands better than even the king. That cluster of kingdoms forever warred amongst each other over valuable land and resources, sometimes ostensibly over religion, but almost entirely over gold and power. So he related his misgivings, assailed by a dreadful certainty.

“Your Highness, honorable gentlemen, and Mr. Foreman, I do suffer some concerns over this find. For centuries other kingdoms have left us in peace, not because of our military might or the strength of our allies, for we must be honest and admit that we possess neither of those things. No, they left us alone because we also possessed nothing of value that they desired. For generations our only export of any worth has been obsidia, and I believe we can all say that our market share of that product did not make us a wealthy nation. Forgive me, Your Highness.”

The king simply motioned for Derek to continue, the surrounding councilors wearing various looks of concentration, concern, and confusion.

“These circumstances allowed us to reside in peace for so long that we found no need for a strong army, nor any reason to negotiate powerful alliances.

I personally preferred it that way for I have seen too much of the ravages of constant war and I hope never to see it come here to Ariva, my home and sanctuary of peace. However, I fear that now that we have uncovered a resource of exceptional value, there will be those that desire it and may not hesitate to declare war in order to take it.”

The councilors gasped and broke into clusters of muttered denials and murmurs of disbelief. The king sat quietly absorbing Derek’s words for a moment.

“Very well, Derek, your speech holds merit; however, we want more information. You are our Warlord, Councilor of War and Protector of the Kingdom. You have posed a concern, but at the moment there is no evidence that other kingdoms will move against us. We imagine that there are some present that believe your assessment is highly cynical, but we believe in your experience and first-hand knowledge of the southern kingdoms. What is your proposal for the future, knowing that we cannot delay the exploitation of this resource?”

“Nor would I ask such a thing, Your Highness. Delay serves no purpose; the find itself is what will generate unwanted interest. The news will reach the southern kingdoms within two ten-cycles, so I agree that we accomplish

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nothing by delaying the mining of the ginacite. I maintain communication with many old acquaintances residing in both Bladen and Halidor, and they keep me informed on the political climate in the south. I don’t anticipate any problems from Bladen, though they may not support us against any threat.

However, Halidor prefers war to peace and I believe if we have a problem it will originate from that southeastern kingdom. We are protected on all sides excepting the southern pass by the Ring.” Derek gestured to the map on the wall that depicted the ring of mountain ranges surrounding their valley kingdom, broken only by a southern pass where both Halidor and Bladen bordered the Valley of Ariva. The top edge of the map showed only the highest peak, Thunder Mountain. No one knew nor cared to speculate about what lay past that forbidden zone.

“Nevertheless,” Derek continued, “Ulrick pass spans well over a mile, and the number of soldiers in our volunteer army cannot defend the entire pass even if they stood fingertip to fingertip. Besides, even if we could hold the pass with greater numbers, our army consists of farmers who soldier part time, not warriors like Halidor’s or even Bladen’s troops. We must note that Halidor has in the past used battle wizards and clerics in their wars. There isn’t a single magic-user in this kingdom, save the old hermit that lives in the Woods.” Derek turned to the king, allowing his words to sink in before continuing with his proposal, an idea he expected those present to object to strenuously.

“Your Highness, I ask that we reinstate conscription and begin training new recruits immediately.”

The councilors gasped in outrage. The current king’s grandfather abolished conscription when he realized that a standing army forced to serve the required two-rota term with nothing to do and no one to fight grew unruly and created more trouble than they prevented. Everyone knew that reinstating a mandatory military service for young men meant pulling those same men out of fields, craft workshops, taverns, and homes and that led to angry citizens. Still, the new wealth of ginacite would more than compensate the people, as the king might finally possess the funds to implement some of his dream projects, bettering the quality of life in the kingdom for all citizens.

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to amass a standing army, the king considered himself intelligent enough to heed the veteran warrior’s advice. With a decisive nod he called for pen and scroll.

“Very well, Warlord. We have placed you in charge of our protection and as such we must trust you to do your job; therefore, we agree to your advised action and reinstate conscription as of this very day. Naturally, we leave the details and the recruitment to you and our current soldiers. We only ask that you treat the people fairly and with great compassion. Never forget these men are the sons, husbands, and fathers of this kingdom.” The king finished scribing the new decree and the steward raced off to order it copied, sealed, and sent out to every corner of the kingdom.

“Thank you, Your Highness; you will not regret this decision. I will dispatch a company of soldiers to reestablish the border guard at the pass and the remainder of our active soldiers will begin recruitment and training immediately.” Derek nodded to one of the soldiers who guarded a second exit from the chamber. He saluted and hurried silently from the room to carry out the Warlord’s commands.

“Now,” commanded the king, “we order all of you to reassemble in these chambers this evening with detailed reports on how this new find will impact each of your departments. Mr. Foreman will remain in the Royal Library until then to answer any of your questions and assist you with any mining details.

We wish to speak to the Warlord and the Councilor of Titles, Deeds, and Trusts alone. The rest of you are dismissed.” The councilors filed out. When only Derek, the king, and the Councilor of TDT remained, the king began, “Now, about the Dukedom of Arivale…”

“Well, what do you think about all of this, Sondra? After all, we are talking magic here?” Sarai leaned forward in her chair, her perfectly stitched embroidery project all but forgotten on her lap as the three siblings huddled together in her morning room. Ranged along the walls, the ladies-in-waiting embroidered their own scraps of spidersilk and tried unsuccessfully to appear disinterested in the barely audible conversation taking place in the center of the room.

The princesses perched on daintily carved chairs upholstered in a pale yellow spidersilk. The young prince lounged on a matching upholstered chaise longue that complemented the blazing sunset oranges and pinks pouring

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through the room’s only window to pool on the heavy loomed carpet that warmed the wooden floors.

“It’s not magic obviously. I am not certain what sort of logical phenomena it is. I will need to consult my books, but I believe I read a mention in Pilphragm’s manual about such a stone. He didn’t refer to the energy as aether but rather some sort of chemo kinetic force that occurs naturally…”

“Why can’t you just admit it, Sondra?”

The ladies jumped in surprise as the always refined, elegant, and calm Sarai snapped impatiently at her sister. Even Sergen looked up from where he lounged bonelessly, picking his fingernails and yawning in boredom.

“I wish you would stop insisting that magic exists …”

“And you should stop insisting that it doesn’t, despite irrefutable evidence to the contrary. You saw that stone–how could you possibly deny the power in…”

“Yes, Sarai, I saw the stone, and I admit it possessed considerable power,” Sondra interrupted heatedly, “but why must we assume that any power is magical in origin? Perhaps there is a store of naturally occurring energy in the world that we have all along called magic but in actuality possesses a purely logical explanation.”

“You are hopeless, Sondra; there is no getting through to you, and I am sick and tired of imploring you to listen to reason. Everyone here thinks you are some sort of aberration, and I am tired of defending you when they call you strange and unnatural!”