For King Hablet of Fardohnya, departing the Summer Palace in Talabar was never easy, particularly if one was going off to war. There was all that gnashing of teeth, and wailing and breast beating—and that was just his chamberlain. The women of his harem were a thousand times worse. They jockeyed for position among themselves, turned on each other and betrayed their best friends over the most minor infractions, all to bring their names to the king’s attention and get themselves invited to the Winter Palace in Qorinipor: They all wanted out of the harem, even for a few months, and every one of those silly bitches in the harem was doing whatever they thought they had to, to achieve that aim.
Everyone, that is, except Adrina.
Hablet’s eldest daughter seemed to be quite content at the notion she would be left behind in the Summer Palace. She hadn’t once asked her father to take her with him. She hadn’t
tried to bribe anybody; she hadn’t even thrown a tantrum. All she’d done was smile at the antics of her stepmothers and her siblings and make subtle enquiries she didn’t think her father knew about, regarding how long he was likely to be out of Talabar.
The certainty she was up to something was so strong even Lecter Turon was more nervous than usual, probably because he couldn’t work out what she was scheming. After several nervous nights, tossing and turning, imagining all manner of trouble she could cause in his absence, Hablet decided there was only one thing for it. He called his daughter before him and informed her she would be joining him at the Winter Palace for the duration of the Hythrun campaign and there was nothing she could do to change his mind. Although she tried to hide it, she was bitterly disappointed, which reinforced the king’s opinion she was planning something deceitful the minute his back was turned and that it was a damn good thing he was taking her out of the capital and removing the devious little minx to a place she could do no harm.
It wasn’t until they reached Qorinipor that Hablet realised how skilfully he’d been duped. The moment she stepped out of the carriage, Adrina’s bad mood vanished. Her sour disappointment at being taken against her will from the Summer Palace miraculously turned into unabashed delight at her escape from the harem. As Adrina watched them unloading her trunks, she began issuing instructions to her slave, Tamylan, regarding her plans to go sailing on the lake, hunting in the foothills of the Sunrise Mountains and even hinted a shopping expedition into the markets of the city might be on the cards.
Lecter Turon was furious, Hablet noted. He kept glaring in the direction of the princess as their large entourage milled about in confusion on the delightful chequerboard paving of the Winter Palace’s inner courtyard. Finally, the eunuch issued orders to move the luggage inside, and put another two underlings in charge of getting everyone settled. Then he sidled up to Hablet.
“You’ve been had, your majesty,” he pointed out crossly.
Hablet glanced at his daughter, smiling proudly. “Rather expertly, Lecter. Damn, she would have made a fine son, don’t you think?”
“You should send her back to Talabar immediately.”
“Why?” Hablet asked.
“She’s made a fool of you, sire.”
“She’s made a fool of all those women back in the Summer Palace who promised me the soul of their firstborn child in order to escape the harem for a few months,” he chuckled.
“What is one supposed to do with that, do you think?”
He looked at Lecter in confusion. “What?”
“A soul, your majesty. What is one supposed to do with a soul, if one is lucky enough to secure it? I mean, does one put it on a shelf somewhere, and bring it out on special occasions? For that matter, how does one extract a soul … ?”
“Have you been drinking, Lecter?”
“No, sire,” the eunuch sighed. “Just considering the logistics of the problem so the next time you’re given a choice between the Princess Adrina’s company and the soul of someone’s firstborn child, I’ll be ready to aid you in the latter so we might be spared the former.”
Hablet laughed. “Admit it, Lecter, you’re just vexed because you’ve been outfoxed by a girl.”
“She outfoxed you too, your majesty.”
“And I’m actually quite proud of her for that. Which reminds me of something else. She’s not to have any sort of contact with Axelle Regis while she’s here.”
“I wasn’t aware Her Serene Highness and General Regis were acquainted.”
“They’re not,” Hablet assured him. “And I’d like it to stay that way.”
“Do you doubt Lord Regis’s loyalty, sire?”
“Not at all,” Hablet said. “But all the qualities that make Regis a good general are all the reasons I don’t want him for a son-in-law.”
“He’s made an offer for the princess?” Lecter gasped in shock, no doubt furious at the thought he hadn’t received a kickback from the transaction.
The king shook his head. “I wouldn’t have put him in charge of a detail digging latrines if he had. The problem is what he is, Lecter, not anything he’s done.”
Lecter smiled slyly as he realised what his king was implying. “You mean he’s rich, ambitious, intelligent and unmarried. All the things you fear the Princess Adrina is looking for in a husband.”
“Exactly. Until I have a legitimate heir, any man with those qualities allied with my eldest daughter could easily threaten my throne. So let’s just avoid the issue and make sure they never meet, eh?”
The eunuch bowed, delighted by the prospect of foiling any sort of plans the young princess had made, even those she may not have thought of yet. “As you wish, your majesty.”
“And send a message to Regis. Tell him I’d like him to join me for dinner.”
“If he’s near the front lines, that may not be possible, your highness. A messenger would take the better part of a day just to find him.”
“At his earliest convenience, then.” Hablet shrugged, turning for the broad steps that led into the palace. “Just make sure that whatever day he gets here, it’s the day Adrina decides to take her meals in her room.”
It was nearly a week before Axelle Regis appeared at the Winter Palace in response to his king’s summons. The general arrived with only a small guard in tow, just before lunch, fortunately while Adrina was out on the lake.
Hablet greeted him warmly. The king of Fardohnya valued genuine talent—while doing his best to make sure it never got too close to him—and he’d always had a soft spot for Lord Regis. It was just the danger to his throne that a man like him represented that worried the king. It was the constant torment of all rulers, Hablet lamented. You need men like Regis to get the job done, but afterwards, it’s always better if they’re remembered as dead heroes rather
than live focal points for those disaffected subjects who think a change of leadership might be in order.
After a sumptuous lunch of boar’s ribs, fowl dressed with spiced maize flour and delicate little fish-pasties followed by an elaborate starch pastry served with fresh fruit, Hablet and the general took a turn through the carefully manicured gardens that stretched down to the edge of the lake to aid their digestion. The lake’s choppy surface was a brilliant shade of sapphire in the clear mountain air, shimmering in the crisp breeze coming off the tall Sunrise Mountains in the east.
“So everything is ready for the invasion?” Hablet asked.
“As ready as I can be without better intelligence,” Regis agreed. “I’ve recruited some bandits who used to make their living in the Widowmaker Pass and sent them across the border to see what we’re facing. My preliminary reports are all good. It seems the Hythrun have no idea we’re coming.”
Hablet nodded approvingly. “What about Highcastle?”
“We’ll make the first feint through there to throw the Hythrun off our main objective,” Regis confirmed. “But realistically, despite the advantage of being able to disembark troops at Tambay’s Seat from the sea, the southern pass is too narrow to move troops into Hythria in any useful number. If I recall my history lessons correctly, Laran Krakenshield blocked the pass with a simple avalanche once, didn’t he, which effectively sealed the border well into the following spring?”
Hablet scowled at the reminder. “So your main attack will be through the Widowmaker? How do you intend to get past Wintemest? The place is impregnable.”
“And terrified by the fear of plague,” Regis reminded him. “My information is that on Chaine Lionsclaw’s orders the fortress was sealed against refugees fleeing the plague into Fardohnya months ago, even before you closed the border, and nobody’s thought to countermand the order since. Winternest is rapidly running out of food and morale.”
“They’re still not going to take kindly to an army marching past their front gate.”
“Which is why, as soon as I have confirmed the location
of Hythria’s forces,” Regis told him, “I’m sending the Plenipotentiary of Westbrook through the pass with a small delegation and several wagonloads of supplies to relieve their suffering.”
Hablet smiled at the deviousness of the plan. “How thoughtful of you, Axelle. I never realised what a humanitarian you were.”
“Once we have people inside the fortress, your majesty, it will be a simple matter to open the gates to our forces. With a foothold established at Wintemest, Hythria will be ours for the taking.”
“Bring me the heads of Damin Wolfblade and Narvell Hawksword, Lord Regis, and I’ll see you get what you deserve,” Hablet promised.
Regis bowed to his king. “I live only to serve, your majesty.”
Hablet was considering the unfortunate prospect that Axelle Regis might have to die to serve him, too, when he spotted someone heading along the path toward them from the direction of the lake. With the sun reflecting off the bright water, he had to squint to see who it was.
It was too late, by the time he realised it was Adrina, to avoid her.
“Hello, Daddy,” she said as she reached them, eyeing his companion with open curiosity. She looked stunning—windswept and flushed from sailing on the lake, her skirts blown against her body, outlining every tempting curve, and those dangerous emerald eyes. Her whole being radiated a sort of raw vitality that Hablet had no doubt Axelle Regis would find very beguiling.
“Adrina.”
She waited expectantly. There was no way the king could avoid an introduction without offending Lord Regis, and right now, he needed him too much to risk offence.
“This is Axelle Regis,” he told her with extreme reluctance. “Lord Regis, this is Her Serene Highness, the Princess Adrina. My eldest daughter.”
Axelle bowed with courtly grace and took the hand Adrina
offered him, kissing her palm in a perfectly proper manner. “Your highness.”
“So you’re father’s latest general, are you?” she asked.
“I have that honour, yes.”
“You must be very competent,” she remarked, looking him up and down speculatively, the way one might examine a naked court’esa they were looking to purchase in the slave markets. “Or you’ve paid Lecter Turon a fortune.”
Regis seemed a little unsettled by her forthright manner. “I … I’d like to think it’s the former, your highness.”
“For the sake of every man under your command, I’d like to think so, too,” she replied. “Will you be joining us for dinner, my lord?”
Regis looked at his king questioningly. Hablet shrugged, giving no indication that in reality, he would very much like to strangle his daughter for leaving him no alternative but to invite the general to share another meal with them. “Of course he will, my dear. Will you be joining us?”
“Naturally.”
“I thought perhaps, after a morning on the lake, you might be too tired …”
Adrina smiled brightly. “It’s all right, Daddy. I’ve never felt more invigorated.” Then she turned to Regis and lowered her eyes demurely. “I will look forward to speaking with you at greater length over dinner, Lord Regis.”
“As will I, your highness.”
The princess leaned forward to kiss her father’s cheek. “Thank you so much, Daddy, for bringing me to Qorinipor so I can meet all these really fascinating people.”
The king and Lord Regis stood back to let her pass. Adrina gathered up her skirts and continued on the path back toward the palace. Regis followed her with his eyes, his gaze openly admiring.
“The stories I’ve heard about your daughter don’t do her justice, your majesty,” he remarked. “She seems quite charming.”
“You mean the ones about her being a screaming shrew?” he asked, annoyed at the way Adrina had once again outsmarted
him. “Oh, they’re true enough. I had her mother beheaded, you know. She tried to murder a court’esa and one of my other children. Do you suppose that sort of inclination runs in families?”
A little taken aback, Regis frowned. “I couldn’t really say, your majesty.”
“Well, before you get too enchanted with my daughter, Lord Regis,” he suggested, “you might want to find out.”
“Sire … I didn’t mean to imply …”
“It’s all right, Axelle, I know what you meant.”
“I would never behave improperly toward your daughter, your majesty. You must know that!”
I’m more worried about her behaving improperly toward you, Hablet thought, but didn’t say it aloud. Let Regis think he’d crossed the line. It always paid to keep a man like him on his toes.
“I hope you mean that, son, because Adrina means more to me than my own life. If I ever had reason to suspect anything …”
“I understand, your majesty.”
Hablet clapped him on the shoulder in a fatherly manner. “Good. And now that’s cleared up, let’s go find ourselves a drink and you can tell me about the rest of your plans for my invasion of Hythria.”