Brian McCLELLAN - The Autumn Republic

“That’s terrifying.”

“Yes. Yes it is, and I have lived hundreds of lives over thousands of years. I know terrifying.”

“But how do you know all this?”

“She told me. While you were in Kez.”

“She can’t speak.”

“She’s a very good communicator. Anyway, I stole the body, and when Kresimir killed Mihali, I transferred myself into it.” He slapped his belly happily. “It was a crude transfer. I usually put myself into a brand-new vessel, an infant still growing inside a mother’s womb, one that might otherwise be stillborn. But this method worked just as well!”

Tamas looked down at his meal to find it almost gone. He reached for the platter between them, but Adom was faster, slicing off several pieces of mutton and depositing them on Tamas’s plate.

“Why didn’t you come back?” Tamas asked.

Adom chuckled. “Well, I’m in the body of the most hated public figure in Adro, so that would have been inconvenient.”

“Brude,” Tamas said.

Adom sobered. “Brude,” he confirmed.

“Did you know he was involved?”

“I didn’t. Not until after Kresimir killed me. There is an instant, flashing between consciousnesses, that I am more aware than when inside a body. That’s when I felt his influence. It explains a lot, really. Him trying to keep Mihali under wraps at the asylum, for one thing. He wanted to keep an eye on me. Keep me out of the way.” Adom scowled.

Tamas leaned forward. “What does he want? He claims–”

“I know what he claims,” Adom said, waving his hand. “I’ve seen that much. But whether he’s telling the truth, I can’t tell you.”

“You’re not a lot of help.”

Adom let out a booming laugh at that, and Tamas found himself grinning. That laugh was all Mihali.

“Brude. Brude, Brude, Brude.” Adom shook his head, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. “He’s the youngest of us, you know. A prankster. He had the ambition to match Kresimir, but he lived in Kresimir’s shadow. He bickered with everyone. Even the two of us had our quarrels, though none as serious as he had with the others.” Adom popped a bit of bread into his mouth. “I can’t pierce the veil he’s raised around himself, but I can tell you that he’s now far more powerful than he ever was in Kresimir’s time. That scares me.”

“Confront him with us,” Tamas said. “We can force his hand. Find out what he wants.”

“Oooooh no. Forcing his hand would be a grave mistake. I’m no match for Brude.”

Tamas leaned back, his food turning sour in his mouth. “Then what do we do?”

“You find out if he’s going to keep his word or not. Brude was always the most forward-thinking of all of us. He might actually be telling the truth. But I’ll warn you: there are always two sides to everything he says and does, just as there are two sides to Brude himself.”

“And if he doesn’t keep his word?”

Adom lifted a chestnut from his plate and popped it in his mouth. He looked up to meet Tamas’s eyes. “If he doesn’t keep his word, there’s not a lot we can do about it.”

“You’re just going to hide here, aren’t you?”

“That was my plan. I’d rather he not know that I’m still alive, to be honest.”

Tamas threw his fork away in disgust. “What happened to standing beside us? What happened to being the patron saint of Adro?”

Adom picked up Tamas’s fork and cleaned it with the corner of his apron. He set it carefully back on Tamas’s plate. “Something scares me about Brude, Tamas. Something that was never there when we were young. I can’t put my finger on it. An instinct deeper than my age or my sorcery is telling me to stay away.”

“I’ve fought too long and too hard for this country to step aside and let someone have at it. Even a god.” Tamas wiped his face with a napkin and stepped away from the table. “I don’t know why I came here.”

“For advice.”

“It was a wasted trip.”

Adom gave him a sad smile. “I’m glad you came. I worried for you.”

“Not enough to help, it seems.”

“You have so little faith that things will work out, Tamas. Here.” He held out a round metal canister.

“What’s this?”

Adom blinked back at him. “Olem’s dinner. I may be a fat coward, but do you take me for rude?”

“Am I doing the right thing, Olem?”

The moon was full and bright above them, even though daylight was only an hour or two away, and Tamas barely noticed the smell of Olem’s cigarette. They stood in a grove between two farms a few miles outside of Adopest, their presence sheltered from the casual eye by the screen of old-growth trees. It was chilly, and Tamas tightened his jacket at the collar.

“Not for me to judge, sir.”

“You’re as useless as Adom.”

“Now, that’s unfair, sir. He did give us something to eat. Pit, I miss his cooking.”

Tamas shook his head. “I was so mad he wouldn’t help that I forgot to ask his advice on this.”

“You think it would have changed your mind?”

Tamas hesitated. “No.”

“I thought not.”

“Shut up and smoke your damn cigarette. And stop looking so smug. Where’s Bo?”

“Over there.”

Tamas made his way to the edge of the grove, where Borbador and his apprentice stood just inside the trees, watching the road that led to Adopest.

“They’re late,” Tamas said.

Bo looked up from fiddling with the straps on his fake leg. “They’re out there about a mile off. Watching us as we watch them.”

“Is it a trap?” Tamas asked.

“Not enough men for it to be a trap,” Bo said. “Not unless they brought Brude with them.”

Tamas looked at Nila, who was watching the darkness silently, then back at Bo. He took a step closer to Bo. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry I sent Taniel to kill you.”

Bo looked surprised, then like he might laugh. “Don’t be. It’s in your nature. If our positions had been reversed, I would have done the same. Ow!”

Nila had kicked Bo in his one remaining shin.

“Well,” Bo said. “I would have.”

“It’s rude to say so,” Nila chided.

“Which one of you is the apprentice?” Tamas asked.

Bo sniffed. “Not another word, old man.”

Tamas watched Bo. “You haven’t called me that since you were fifteen.”

“And it’s all the more applicable now.”

“You’re still a bratty upstart.”

“Yes.” Bo grinned. “I do my best.”

“Thank you as well for convincing Taniel not to go after Ka-poel himself.”

“He was champing at the bit.” Bo looked off to the north, where Taniel now crouched in another such grove, his rifle aimed at Claremonte’s representatives still waiting down the road. “I’m hoping he doesn’t shoot one of them tonight.”

“Me too.”

“They have Privileged with them, by the way.”

“How many?”

“Six. Claremonte doesn’t particularly trust you, it seems.”

“Nor I, him. That’s why we have you and Nila here. As well as Taniel, Norrine, and Andriya in the bushes.”

Bo was tapping his wooden leg. It gave Tamas an uneasy feeling. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking about revenge.”

“I really miss my leg. And she’s down there. The one who did this to me. I can tell. And I recognize her now. Her name’s Lourie. We’ve got a little bit of history.”

“Is there a woman in any of the cabals of the Nine that you don’t have a history with?” Nila asked.

“A few,” Bo replied.

Tamas swore. “You better not jeopardize this entire operation.”

Bo made a calming gesture. “Of course not. I’ll keep myself reined in, thank you. Here they come.”