John Carr - Siege of Tarr-Hostigos

Kalvan blushed to the roots of his beard, and they all laughed.

Another round was poured, and Verkan took the last bite of his pie. Time to light up a pipe. Times were few and far between when the Chief of Paracops could relax as comfortably and as thoroughly as this. I'm going to miss this next year. A sense of impending doom had been settling around him like a fog. He finished tamping down his tobacco, lit his pipe with the gold-and-pearl inlayed tinderbox Dalla had given him for his first anniversary as Paratime Police Chief, drew deeply, and let loose a great cloud of smoke.

"I see it's time for us to leave," Dalla said, pulling back her chair.

"What! And let them have all the fun?" Rylla asked.

"What fun, Rylla? All they'll do is talk politics and war and get stinking drunk. Let's go to the nursery, play with baby Demia, and then we'll talk politics and war and get properly drunk."

"Let's go!"

While the servants removed the plates and unwanted food, Verkan sorted through his thoughts. It was nice to see Kalvan and Rylla getting along again. From what he'd been reading in the dispatches from the University team, he'd half expected them to be using the dinner knives on each other instead of the turkey! In many ways the two of them were a lot like him and Dalla-they both knew how to fight good and make up well.

He wished he could give Kalvan more information about the Great Host and how fast it was growing, but he couldn't tell him very much without giving away more about his intelligence gathering than he dared to reveal before a man half as sharp as Kalvan. No, he'd just have to keep this to himself. With this gang Kalvan was going to be both out-manned and out-gunned by a factor of two. And Kalvan didn't even know it yet!

Not that telling him would do much good, as Tortha had reminded him earlier, not with both Verkan's hands tied as far as help was concerned. Curse and blast all the Paratime Code Regulations that tied a Chief's hands and let his opposition run loose!

"Anything wrong, Verkan? You're awfully quiet."

"Yes," Tortha added. "You have to learn to leave your worries at home."

He gave Tortha a sharp look. Since when had his ex-boss ever left his troubles at home during his tenure as Paratime Chief? "Just digesting this great meal. Kalvan, you really can cook. It's a good thing you don't have a trader's life. If Dalla knew that I could cook, I'd never have any peace!"

Kalvan laughed. "There's something to be said in favor of kingship. Although it's not going to be so much fun come this spring."

"Yes, I hear that Hos-Harphax is preparing a counter-strike."

"King Lysandros has moved more decisively than I had anticipated. I see the Inner Circle of Styphon's House and their bottomless moneybox somewhere behind all this. Good thing I hired most of the mercenaries in the Seven Kingdoms before Lysandros and Phidestros learned what I was up to. It looks like I'm going to have to defeat the Harphaxi again. Only this time I'm going to chase them all the way to Harphax City and from there to Hadron's Hall! We're never going to get any peace around here until I do."

"To peace and Styphon's fall!" Tortha toasted, almost dropping his goblet.

After they all had emptied their goblets and gotten them re-filled, Verkan said, "I hear you've been a bit busy, since our meeting."

"I'm still trying to convince the Royal pikemen that an arquebus with a bayonet is superior to any polearm. I made some progress in the last campaign in the Sastragath, but the worst of the hardheads say that was a fight against poorly armed nomads and tribesmen: so it doesn't count! If we didn't have this campaign against Hos-Harphax coming up next spring, I'd fire half the army and start all over again with recruits. I told you both about my Janissaries; they are the future. It's like the old saying goes, 'You buy a man, he owns you; you raise a boy, you own the man.'"

Tortha laughed as he watched Kalvan and Verkan's heads bob in agreement. He rose up. "I can tell the two of you have never raised any children-Ha!"

"You should talk, Tortha. How many children have you sired?"

Tortha sank back in his chair and took another drink. "Well, I've had a lot of nieces and nephews."

"There you have it," Verkan said. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Tortha drunk; the last thing he wanted to see was his mentor become emotional. "Not to change the subject, but Kalvan, what have you heard from Great King Nestros?"

"We've exchanged ambassadors and he's asked for more firearms and gunsmiths."

"So far, it sounds like an awfully one-sided arrangement."

Kalvan frowned. He set down his goblet and began to fill the bowl of his pipe. "So far it has been. Nestros keeps coming up with excuses not to commit any troops for our campaign this spring. His excuses are beginning to sound like those of the League of Dralm."

"If the Zarthani Knights were moving into the Trygath again, he would be begging you for help."

"I know and I'd probably give it to him, but not because of any affection. We are the only Kingdom that recognizes his title which I thought would bind him to us as a natural ally."

"The flip side of that argument," Verkan pointed out, "is Nestros could say that 'Hos-Hostigos would have to be a good ally since my Great Kingdom is the only political body who recognizes Hos-Hostigos as a Great Kingdom!'"

Kalvan shook his head. "I'm sending a delegation under Prince Ptosphes to Hos-Rathon to negotiate with Nestros in person. Maybe he will be more cooperative after he talks with Ptosphes and Harmakros."

"I hope so. Nestros has got to know that Styphon's House would be building an army right now to put Nestros out of business, if Hos-Hostigos weren't their top priority. I know how disappointed you are with the lack of support from the League of Dralm, and now Great King Nestros. With some military support, they could make your job much easier."

Kalvan set his drink down and shook his right fist. "To Regwarn with the lot of them! After We clean up this Styphon's House racket, We're going to set some of my neighbors' houses in order as well."

"I often times feel that way about the Greffan Council of Merchants. They're not very happy right now about my virtual monopoly on trade with Hos-Hostigos."

"Then let them travel out here and meet with our merchants. I have no quarrel with them. But that brings me to a question I wanted to ask. What does King Theovacar think about this new Great Kingdom of Hos-Rathon that is practically in his backyard?"

"First, you have to keep in mind that King Theovacar doesn't like Great Kings just on principle-the principle being that they can get away with calling themselves 'Great Kings,' a feat his nobles would never let him do. I haven't talked to him about Hos-Rathon, but the word is that he is not unhappy with the arrangement. Prince Varrack of Thagnor is a lot closer to Hos-Rathon and will have to curb his Grefftscharrer ambitions now that he has a new threat in the south. It appears that Prince Varrack's misadventure against the Ros-Zarthani mercenaries neither taught him caution nor slaked his lust for power. In his mind, he lays his loss to the barbarians at Theovacar's feet because the Great King would not come to his aid!

"As long as Great King Nestros doesn't lay claim to any Grefftscharrer territories, which he hasn't done so far, I don't believe there will be any problems coming from King Theovacar."

Kalvan sighed. "There are a few morsels there like Yreth and Ragnar that Nestros would like to devour, but I told him he'd lose my support if he ever threatened their sovereignty."

"Theovacar would like to hear that. I'll see to it that word of this reaches his ears."

"Thanks, Verkan. I don't need any new troubles on my back porch."

"Think nothing of it. I only wish there was more I could do to help until spring arrives. Business is going to keep me in Greffa most of the winter. I'm beginning to think the Mounted Rifles won't even recognize their old commander by the time I return!"