Brian McClellan - Servant of the Crown

He pulled his carbine down from his saddle and checked to be sure it was still loaded, then loaded and primed his rifle, leaning both weapons against a nearby tree. He took up a position behind his horse. The forest was dense here, and he was standing out in the open. They would see him well before he could see them.

Reaching outward with his mage senses, he felt for black powder. No one nearby was carrying any.

Whoever they were, they had come prepared for a powder mage. Had Duke Linz sent them? Or perhaps this was the Privileged cabal making good on their threat? Maybe neither party wanted to wait for the results of Tamas’s hearing.

Tamas crouched down, listening carefully for the approach of his assailant. The rustle of the leaves drew closer and Tamas leveled his pistol. He thought he saw a movement among the trees, a flash of light blue.

“How the pit did you know I was here?” a voice called.

Tamas lowered his pistol. Glancing suspiciously at the surrounding woods, he stood. “I could hear you from a hundred yards.”

“No one is that good.”

“I’m not no one.”

Erika ja Leora emerged from the forest a few moments later. She wore an outfit much like the one she’d worn to the duel the previous week; pants with a loose blue jacket and riding gloves, though she now wore a greatcoat and bicorn to cover it all. She wore a small sword and stiletto at her belt, but had no pistol or musket.

“You’re very stealthy,” Tamas said. “You move quieter than I could have in all these leaves.” Plenty of nobles learned to hunt, Tamas noted, which required a light step, but not a lot of them had real talent as woodsmen. For Erika to almost sneak up on him was impressive.

“I was raised in forests like these, just on the other side of the mountains to the south,” Erika said. “You’re in a powder trance, aren’t you? That’s the only way you could have heard me.”

Tamas tapped his kit where he kept his prepared powder charges.

Erika licked her lips and eyed the kit, and Tamas wondered just how much experience she had with powder. It was said that the few powder mages in Kez who avoided the culls were men and woman with rank and connections, and that even they had to be forsworn of the powder, taking an oath before the king that they would never touch the stuff or even fire a gun. It made him wonder why she was so eager to learn to use her powers.

Tamas put his pistol in his belt. “I suppose I should ask why you followed me out here?”

“I want you to train me.”

“I told you no.”

“And I think you should reconsider.”

“Why? Because you followed me into the middle of nowhere? That seems awfully foolish for any woman, let alone one of your station.”

“I left my guards halfway between here and the cottage.”

Tamas frowned at her. “Guards, or chaperones?”

“I’m not that young,” Erika protested. “If they were chaperones, they wouldn’t have stayed where I told them when I went into the woods to speak with a dangerous man.” The corner of her mouth went up, and Tamas could have sworn she was flirting with him.

“Why are you so eager to learn?” Tamas asked, getting control of himself. He could not let his guard down. Especially not with the young, attractive heir to a duchy.

“So that I can be stronger. Faster. Better than everyone else.”

Reasons similar to why Tamas had taught himself to use his powers. But he had done so by necessity. She didn’t need that. Was this some passing fancy to a noble’s daughter? “Is that all?” Tamas asked.

“All that you need to know.”

“I won’t train you,” he said. She was holding something back, but that wasn’t his concern. For the safety of them both, he could not become involved with her.

She seemed to ignore his statement. “What happened to ‘my lady?’”

“I won’t train you, my lady.”

“No, no. Don’t correct yourself. I’m curious, do you drop these pretenses when you go off alone?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.” Tamas steeled himself, unsure as to whether he should be offended.

“I think you do. I’ve heard cousins speak as if commoners are another race entirely. As if their subservience is part of the natural order. But you, out here, seem to defy that.”

“Nature has nothing to do with it,” Tamas blurted before he could stop himself.

“Go on.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“Go on, please.”

Tamas knew he was treading dangerous waters. No matter how forward thinking this young woman might be, she was still a noble. “Nature,” he said, “would not see one man or woman above another by right of birth. That is earned. And the duty of those who earn such a right is to protect those that cannot protect themselves.”

Erika paced the edge of the glade, watching Tamas through half-closed eyes. It reminded him of a big cat he’d seen once in a Gurlish shah’s private zoo. He wondered if he was the meat.

“You say these things as if you mean to do something about it,” Erika said.

“Change can only be affected from the top.”

“And?”

“And I intend to be field marshal someday.” Tamas could hardly believe that he’d said those words. Not here, not to her. He’d never spoken them aloud before to anyone he thought would matter.

Erika stopped pacing, a smile half-formed on her lips. “I’ll fight you for it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Fight me. A duel.” She removed a pair of wooden balls from her pocket. “I have two blossoms here. We’ll fight to the first touch. If I win, you’ll agree to train me when it’s convenient for us both. I won’t interfere with your campaigns or the rest of your life. If you win, I’ll leave you alone. You’ll never have to see me again.”

“I’ve seen you fight,” Tamas said. “I know you’re better than me.”

“But you’re faster. Your powder trance and the fact you know how to use it gives you a clear advantage.”

Tamas conceded the point. “Even if I thought I’d win, why would I agree when I’ve already refused to teach you?”

“I give you my word that you’ll be free of me if you win. And because you’ve been looking at my chest and ass every time you think you can get away with it.”

Tamas blanched. “You …” he snatched the wooden blossom from her fingers and fixed it to the tip of his small sword, his cheeks warm. He discarded his pistol and took up a position with his off-hand balanced to one side. “If that’s the case,” he said when he’d found his tongue, “Then why would I want to lose?”

Erika smiled and crossed to Tamas. He felt his cheeks warm further as he felt a tug on his belt, and he dare not look down. A moment later she stepped away holding one of his powder charges. She split the end with her fingers and licked the granules off her thumb. Not nearly as much as he’d imbibed, but it was enough for any powder mage to get a buzz. “Shall we begin?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

Tamas knew he was fast. He had fought hundreds of men, both in duels and on the battlefield. In a full powder trance he could carve through half a dozen men in the blink of an eye and carry on with a charge, gore dripping from his blade. He’d always lacked finesse, but what he lacked he made up for in speed and strength.

It was different fighting a duel. He knew this. He had lost a few of those duels because of his own overconfidence. But he didn’t think that would be a problem now.

He leapt forward, determined to end this quickly. His sword was a blur, flashing in a shaft of sunlight.

He barely felt the gentle tap of his blade being parried to one side before the wooden blossom on Erika’s sword smacked him in the throat hard enough to leave him choking. He stumbled back, clutching at his throat, bewildered.