L. Modesitt - Arms-Commander

“Properly speaking,” began Zeldyan, “I have no authority.”

“You are the only certain blood survivor of the previous lord-holder,” observed Spalkyn. “That makes you equal to any other lord-holder.”

“There is also the question of the regency,” added Maeldyn, “since the overlord for whom you were regent was attacked and killed by lord-holders rebelling against the will and wishes of a majority of lord-holders. In doing that, Henstrenn gathered together three other lords and brought six companies against Lord Gethen and Lord Nesslek…and Lord Deolyn. The question that remains is exactly what we should do.” He looked to Saryn. “That is where you, Arms-commander, come in. If I count correctly, you have close to a company and a half of Westwind guards.”

“Two squads are Westwind guards. The other four squads are those who have joined us here and have received some training, none more than a season and a few eightdays.”

Maeldyn turned to Zeldyan. “You have a company remaining.”

Zeldyan nodded.

“And Spalkyn and I have a few less than two companies.” Maeldyn smiled, coldly. “Is it also not true that the Westwind and Lornian companies effectively destroyed half of the forces Henstrenn originally mustered against The Groves, and that Lord Keistyn’s forces were considerably reduced in the attack on The Groves?”

Zeldyan did not speak.

Finally, Saryn said, “That is so.”

“I also understand that you, Commander, have routed and destroyed many of those forces who might have joined Henstrenn in his efforts to usurp the overlordship of Lornth.”

“I believe that to be so. Certainly, Lord Orsynn, Lord Mortryd, and Lord Rherhn will not be able to back Henstrenn.”

“Nor Lords Jaffrayt and Kelthyn,” Maeldyn pointed out. “That leaves Henstrenn with less than three companies…at the moment.”

“That assumes he doesn’t receive forces from elsewhere. Shartyr has avoided being involved, and so has Jharyk,” Spalkyn pointed out.

“Jharyk has little in the way of armsmen,” Saryn said, “but Shartyr has two companies. So far, neither has seen much point in actually committing troops. Jharyk is, or was, loyal to Lord Gethen. Shartyr is loyal only to himself.”

“Shartyr will not weaken himself to support Hennstren.” Maeldyn looked to Saryn once more. “Are you willing to use your guards against Henstrenn?”

“I don’t see that we have any choice. If he becomes overlord, Westwind and Lornth will be at war in another few years, and Suthya will pick up the pieces of whichever land loses. In the end, both Westwind and Lornth will lose.”

“You phrase that in an interesting manner, Commander,” observed Spalkyn.

“Interesting or not,” Maeldyn interjected with a quick glance at Spalkyn, “even with the commander’s forces, we have another problem. The reports I have heard indicate that Henstrenn has several white wizards with his forces.”

“They’re most likely Suthyan,” suggested Saryn. “Lady Zeldyan has pointed out that none were left in Lornth, and the few that remained in Gallos were destroyed when the Gallosian forces were defeated by Westwind.”

“How did you manage that?” asked Spalkyn.

“The Marshal dropped a cliff on them,” replied Saryn.

“A handy trick if you can manage it.”

“It’s much easier in the mountains,” Saryn replied dryly.

“I don’t think we can lure Henstrenn from Duevek into the mountains,” Maeldyn said. “Is it worth the risk to attack Henstrenn?”

“We attack him now,” replied Spalkyn, “or we will never succeed. We will not have the commander’s forces with us in the future, and some of the other southern lord-holders may regroup behind Henstrenn. So might Shartyr, upon reflection and if gifted heavily enough.”

Maeldyn looked to Zeldyan. “Do you agree?”

“I would see him destroyed.” Zeldyan’s voice was like ice. “I will accompany you, so that every possible armsman can be used against him. We should leave as soon as possible.”

“At dawn tomorrow, then?” asked Maeldyn, turning to Saryn. “Commander?”

“Dawn, tomorrow,” she agreed, even as she wondered why Maeldyn was being so deferential. It’s not just that he wants the Westwind guards…there’s more there, but it’s not the cold and calculating sort of scheming that I sensed with Henstrenn and Kelthyn.

“Then it is settled.” Maeldyn stood and nodded to Spalkyn. “We need to draft a message to Chaspal and Wethryn.” He turned to Zeldyan. “If you two would excuse us?”

Zeldyan nodded. “Thank you.”

Saryn stood, and said, “We should talk about supplies later. We do have some wagons and teamsters.” She felt words were necessary, but also that offering thanks was somehow not appropriate. She also wanted to convey respect and helpfulness.

Spalkyn nodded in return. “Thank you. They will be most useful.”

When the two lords had left, Zeldyan looked to Saryn. “When this is over, either you or Henstrenn will be the most powerful force in Lornth, Commander. Will you make Lornth an appendage of Westwind?”

“That I would never do,” Saryn replied, almost without thinking. “I wouldn’t…” She broke off, realizing that she’d been about to say that she wouldn’t apply Ryba’s views to Lornth.

“You wouldn’t do what, if I may ask?” Zeldyan rose, half smiling, if wanly.

“The beliefs left over from Cyador are not suitable for Lornth, as events are proving, but those of Westwind would be equally unsuitable, for different reasons. Besides, why should I be the one deciding Lornth’s future?”

“Because, like it or not, Commander, you well may be the only one who can,” said Zeldyan gently. “Think upon it carefully.”

“First, we need to deal with Henstrenn and Keistyn,” replied Saryn, “but I will take your words to heart.”

“That would please me. I would like to see some good come from all the blood that has been shed.”

Saryn bowed her head. “I will do what I can, Lady.”

“I know. If you would not mind…I would like to reflect on matters.”

“Of course. Until later, then,” replied Saryn, slipping toward the verandah door.

Maeldyn was waiting on the far side of the verandah as Saryn left the study. “A word or two, Commander, if you would.”

“Of course.” Saryn smiled pleasantly, although she remained wary, for all that she believed and sensed that the thin-faced lord was trustworthy.

“What do you want out of all this?” asked Maeldyn. “You, yourself, not Westwind?”

What should I tell him? And how much? “I have asked myself that question, Lord Maeldyn. I don’t have an easy or a simple answer. I do know that I don’t want women from Lornth fleeing to Westwind because they feel life is intolerable. I’d like to see women in Lornth able to be lord-holders and even overlord…lady-holders or overlady…” She winced. “I can’t say I like the way the last sounds. Lady Zeldyan should be able to hold The Groves without having to find a consort and defer to him. Lord Spalkyn ought to have the right to have one of his daughters succeed him.”

“Do you think women would do any better as lady-holders, if you will?”

“Probably not at first, not unless whoever was overlord would back them, but all this fighting between the lord-holders makes no sense, not when Suthya or the Jeranyi would love nothing better than for it to continue to weaken Lornth until they can walk in and take over.”

“It may be premature, Commander, but if we defeat Henstrenn, how do you think we should select another overlord-or lady?”

“Gather all the remaining lord-holders who did not revolt and see if they can agree on someone.”