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Authors: Tom Lloyd

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Jerkily, Isak slid his hand forward on the bed and the puppy caught the movement and gently batted at his scarred fingers with a paw. Its ears pricked up. The hand didn’t recoil this time, and Mihn saw Isak had closed his fingers a little further again, as though reaching for the sensation of soft fur once again. The puppy flopped its head down beside his fingers and gave the nearest another lick.
Still not looking at the puppy, Isak drifted towards it, sliding his head off the makeshift pillow and laying it flat on the bed. The puppy twitched its ears in response, but didn’t raise its head again.
‘I spoke a charm over it as I walked,’ the witch explained. ‘It will be sleepy for a while longer - dogs need little encouragement there. I thought it best their first hours together were slow, rather than boisterous.’
Mihn nodded slowly. ‘I’m not chewing his food for him,’ was all he said before leaving to return to his wood chopping.
The witch gave a half-smile as she noted the flicker of hope on Mihn’s face as he left. ‘Which one?’ she called after him.
*****
‘How much longer?’ Count Vesna growled, pacing around the mage and flexing his fingers impatiently. The scrape of steel-covered fingers sounded like knives being readied for murder.
‘Not long, I hope,’ the mage’s attendant replied in a hesitant voice. ‘Your presence will, ah, be a complicating factor. A distraction to his trace.’
The attendant was a man of forty summers, but he had been reduced to a nervous child in Vesna’s presence.
Can’t blame him now, can I?
Vesna thought, halting to concentrate on getting a grip on his emotions.
I’m not human now - this is how men act in the presence of the Chosen.
He looked down at his left hand and waggled his fingers. They moved more easily than they ever had in armour before, but that was small consolation for the fact the metal had fused to his skin from fingertip to shoulder. Vesna had expected the teardrop-shaped ruby attached to his cheek to remain, but not this too. Now he was just as noticeable as a white-eye, except amidst soldiers, and even then, Vesna had discovered all eyes turned towards him. He could see the fear in their eyes, and the awe at the presence of the Mortal-Aspect of Karkarn, the God of War’s chosen general. Every soldier could feel him like the heat of a furnace on their skin.
There were four of them in the guest bedroom of Perolain Manor, in the southernmost reaches of Helrect’s borders. The countess who owned it had, Vesna suspected, once been a member of the White Circle. As a result she couldn’t have been more helpful to the retreating Farlan Army in an effort to avoid possible reprisals.
Outside, a gale howled and battered the walls of the manor. He had been able to smell the cold emanating off those aides who’d come in from the camp to report. It was a freezing night once again, and more than one had had to gasp for breath as they stood as near as they could to the small fire.
Suzerain Torl stood at Vesna’s side: a tall, stern man, and the tribe’s most devoted soldier. Neither looked at his best; having lost most of the army’s baggage in their retreat the Farlan troops could hardly now be described as the peacocks their enemies nicknamed them.
The strain of the past weeks was clear to see on Torl’s lined face. The suzerain looked exhausted, as if he had aged ten winters in one, but Vesna would have traded with him in a heartbeat. He looked at his left arm and flexed his fingers. The armour covering it was far less unwieldy that it had previously been, but still . . . Once made to measure for him, the black-iron was now a horrifying parody of Lord Isak’s lightning-marked arm.
The divine air surrounding Vesna hadn’t been enough for Karkarn, it appeared, nor had turning the scars of past injuries blood-red, so they stood out on his pale Farlan skin. Now Vesna was a clear statement to the entire Land:
Gods walk among mortals once more
.
‘Count Vesna?’ the mage said in an abrupt, emotionless voice. He knelt on the stone floor, swaying rhythmically as though listening to a song in his head. Despite the privations they were all suffering, the mage’s head was freshly shaved and his skin scrubbed clean as he was ritually purified.
‘Yes,’ Vesna barked, moving back around the mage with such speed the attendant’s eyes widened in surprise.
‘This is Fernal,’ the mage replied after a pause in which he had mouthed Vesna’s reply. The ritual matched his thoughts to those of his twin, allowing them to relay a conversation across hundreds of miles. ‘I am here with Chief Steward Lesarl, Lady Tila and High Cardinal Certinse.’
Vesna and Torl exchanged puzzled looks. Only one person could speak through the mage; why would that be Fernal? Vesna imagined the huge Demi-God sitting in the now-vacant ducal throne in Tirah, and something about that image made him pause. As big as the Chosen, with midnight-blue skin and a mane of shaggy hair falling from his fierce, lupine face; Fernal presented a savage visage that belied his quiet nature. He was a bastard son of Nartis, the Farlan’s patron God, but he remained an outsider to the tribe.
‘I have been named Lord of the Farlan,’ the mage said after a longer pause. ‘Lord Isak appointed me as his successor and the Synod has reluctantly confirmed it.’
Vesna gasped. Isak had discussed nothing of the kind with him, and he was one of the dead lord’s closest friends. ‘I — I had no idea,’ he stammered, seeing Torl was as shocked as he was. ‘I congratulate you, my Lord.’
Isak’s death hung like a black cloud at the back of Vesna’s mind, but he refused to allow himself to mourn yet — not while his grip on the battered Farlan Army remained so tenuous. His new-found divine emotions had allowed him to dissociate himself from the ball of loss that appeared in his stomach whenever he remembered the moment when he had sensed Isak die, as he was cutting a path through the small Byoran Army, but he knew he could not keep it away forever.
The power now surging in his veins had not removed his humanity, though he had feared it might, but other than that, Vesna found himself not so different to a God. His strength was increased, his speed was unnatural, but his mind was still that of the flawed man he had been before.
The awe he saw in every soldier’s face was unnerving in its intensity, but it was just that — intensified, rather than new. Vesna has been a hero of the army for ten years or more, and he had seen it before.
‘Thank you,’ said the mage dully, ‘I am told your circumstances have also changed.’
Vesna looked at the black steel plates attached to his left arm and touched the ruby lodged in the skin of his cheek.
‘I am changed, but I remain a servant of the Farlan,’ he said carefully.
Gods, what is Tila going to think when she sees what I’ve become?
he wondered privately.
No, she will know to expect changes. Thank the Gods I told her about Lord Karkarn’s offer before I left.
‘
You’re welcome,
’ said a voice inside his mind, prompting Vesna to flinch. ‘
I’m happy to claim the credit on behalf of us all.
’ Karkarn chuckled. ‘
Still skittish about communion with your God, I see? Never mind, it will pass. Just be thankful I don’t have Larat’s appetites.
’
The Mortal-Aspect of Karkarn shook his head to try and get the sensation of being ridden like a horse out of his mind. The God of War had shown no compunction about appearing without warning, seeing through his eyes as though he was just an instrument.
And for my sins, maybe I am.
‘That is good to hear,’ the mage repeated, eyes closed, rocking backwards and forwards on his knees. ‘We have need of you here more than ever. Lord Isak’s death has been widely reported, and there have been a dozen new prophets in Tirah alone. The clerics are using it as an excuse to demand greater control over the running of the tribe.’
‘Has there been bloodshed?’ Vesna asked.
‘Only a few small incidents. The clerics are trying to get the population on their side before pressing the matter. High Cardinal Certinse may buy us some time but the fanatics grow restless. It appears the worst did not all travel with the army.’
‘What are your orders?’ Vesna asked, remembering to add, ‘Lord Fernal,’ after a moment.
‘Pull the army back to Farlan territory; have the Quartermaster-General set up camps for them, one on the border, a second near to Tirah. Return to the city yourself with a legion of Ghosts.’
‘Yes, my Lord. Ah, Lord Fernal? The clerical troops were scattered after the battle, those that survived, anyway. I have about seven thousand men under my command; of those only about a division’s worth are clerics.’
‘You think the rest will return here?’
‘Possibly. The Penitent troops took the worst of the casualties, but some escaped the killing ground. There is no way of predicting how they will act now.’
For a while the mage was silent and Vesna assumed Fernal and his companions were discussing matters amongst themselves. He turned to Torl for a wiser man’s thoughts, but he had nothing to offer. The suzerain looked troubled and distracted, presumably at the thought of a non-Farlan as lord of the tribe.
White-eyes were difficult masters, but they were sanctioned by the Gods, and they were predictable to a certain degree. Fernal did not fit into the rigid Farlan structure. He had been presented as the protector of the Witch of Llehden, and had been assumed to be just another Raylin mercenary by the Farlan nobility. That he was a bastard son of their patron God had mattered little to them. The title Demi-God meant Fernal was more mortal than divine, but for the Farlan it made him nothing more than a wandering fighter to be employed or killed.
‘The Penitent armies are a problem for another day. Have your scouts keep a weather eye, but travel for speed, not safety. I need your presence in Tirah, both you and your troops. The clerics will hesitate in the presence of the Mortal-Aspect of Karkarn, and Lady Tila has guaranteed your continuing loyalty.’
That stopped Vesna in his tracks. It had never occurred to him that he might be considered a threat to the nation now. He and Torl hadn’t thought to discuss allegiance yet.
‘
Consider your new lord,
’ Karkarn reminded him, ‘
so new to his position that they are most likely still deciding whether it a legal claim.’
‘He cannot afford to
assume,’ Vesna agreed, ‘
so Tila has offered herself as hostage to my actions. But what do I do when I return?’
‘
Be the good servant. Lord Fernal knows nothing of war; suggest he needs a general in supreme command. You are now the best choice, General Lahk and Suzerain Torl would both agree.’
‘What are you planning?’
‘You expect me to demand a coup? No, nothing so dramatic, but you are my Mortal-Aspect now and I dub you the Iron General. A general is nothing without an army behind him — to serve all of the Gods, you must ensure the armies of the Farlan are mobilised and ready to fight.’
‘How do I go about that?’
‘You will find a way.’
‘Count Vesna,’ the mage interrupted in his dead tone. Vesna assumed it was meant in a questioning way.
‘Yes, Lord Fernal,’ he said, gathering his wits.
‘Will you serve me?’
‘I will, my Lord. Do you have any further orders?’
‘Yes. Lord Isak’s directions included orders to send his Personal Guard to King Emin’s service. I do not know why, but I intend to respect his wishes.’
‘As you command, sir.’
‘Good. Can you tell me how Lord Isak died?’
‘I . . .’ The words caught in Vesna’s throat and he felt his armoured hand tighten into a fist. ‘He died in battle with Lord Styrax. While fending off a dragon, he advanced alone on the Menin Army.’
‘Why would he do that?’
‘To save us.’ Vesna felt his hand start to shake and realised it was because he was clenching his hand so tightly. ‘The army was in danger of being obliterated, so he sacrificed himself.’
‘I understand,’ came the maddeningly level response. ‘It must — ’
Before he could finish the sentence the mage’s eyes flew open, an expression of pain crossing his face, and he fainted into the waiting arms of his attendant.
Vesna cursed under his breath; he would learn nothing more now for a week at least. As soon as the attendant had confirmed the mage was still breathing Vesna bowed to Torl and stalked out.
With the weight of the Land on his shoulders, he went to find Major Jachen, commander of Isak’s Personal Guard.
It seems I have much to learn about being a God. I can’t even enjoy the thought of ruining Jachen’s day.
Lord Fernal looked up at the three humans anxiously watching him. ‘One of you should speak.’
Tila looked at the other two and cleared her throat. ‘If the Penitent troops took such a beating, the cults will have to recruit before they can challenge your authority.’
‘Not necessarily,’ Lesarl said gloomily. ‘The cults have done themselves no favours, but — with your pardon, my Lord — the clerics are at least human, and Farlan. Son of Nartis or no, there’ll be plenty of folk who will see you just as a monster.’
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