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High Lord Judicar Alan of the Verities of the Red silently watched while
his men searched the small home of a farmer and his family. Not that he
expected anything to come of this particular search. These types of
people were notoriously ignorant, however according to the farmer,
someone had slipped into their barn two nights ago and stole a number of
livestock.
For the last week the Guardians under his command had been following the
trail of a band of brigands. Normally, the local lord would be dealing
with such trivial matters however these brigands had the audacity to
attack not one but two Houses of Honor, killing over three dozen of
their brethren. Such feats of villainy were not to be tolerated.
The Judicar believed those that stole the farmer's livestock were also
members of the same band of brigands. If so, why didn't they take more
of the farmer's goods, odd that? Although this particular farmer had
reported the theft, the Judicar knew that the sympathies of the other
farmers in the region actually lay with the criminals.
Although he had questioned a number of people over the last week, even a
few who were determined to be Trespassers of Truth, the Judicar still
knew very little about the band of brigands he followed. Still from what
he had seen so far, he wasn't too impressed. Like his superiors, the
Judicar believed that the senior Guardians of both Houses had not been
diligent enough with security. How else would a well-fortified House of
Honor have been overcome?
In a stand up fight, as opposed to being murdered in their beds, Judicar
Alan knew that even outnumbered his men would prevail. No these
brigands, these peasants, could never stand up to trained men who also
had the shield of truth on their side.
"Guerrier Lyon, do these people actually know anything?"
His second in command looked back at the family then shrugged. "No my
lord, this man here claims that he and his family were asleep at the
time. He only became aware of the theft in the morning. As soon as he
discovered the missing livestock, he took his cart down to the local
village to speak with their lord's representative."
The Judicar frowned; the village elders had been unhelpful as well.
Perhaps this entire area needed a Demonstration of Faith.
"I see, did he explain why these brigands didn't take everything; much
less murder them all in their beds?" A lone unprotected farm would be
hard to resist for a band of brigands.
"I imagine my lord that the villains are aware that we are on their
trail. If that's the case, they have little choice but to move quickly."
"Perhaps." The Judicar nodded, the simplest explanation often was the
correct one.
"Unless you think my lord that this man isn't telling the truth. I can
put him to more direct questioning if you wish."
"I don't believe that will be necessary. I see no further need for us to
remain." Judicar Alan looked around the farm in disgust. "Let us just
gather our portion and depart."
As the Guardians began to take livestock, food and fodder from the farm,
the family began to get upset. "Please sir, not my plow horse. How will
I be able to work my fields?"
"You seem to have a strong back my good man." The Judicar shrugged, it
didn't really concern him.
Why didn't these people understand that they were protecting them from
the evils of the world and that this required them to take a fair
portion from of any farm or shop when needed. Too bad one of the pack
horses took sick, but they would have to do with the nag this man
claimed to be a plow horse anyway.
"But sir!"
Before the farmer could say anything else, a mail fist driven into the
side of his head by the second in command of the Guardians dropped him
to the ground.
"Do not speak to our Officer Sup?rieur without permission again." The
Guardian then began to kick the downed man in the ribs.
Ignoring the wailing of the farmer's wife and child, High Judicar Allen
turned his horse towards the woods. He had spotted something suspicious
moving among the tree tops, as he opened his mouth in warning, it was
already too late.
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While a dozen men in green and brown leathers searched the bodies of the
slain Guardians, the leader of their band approached the farm. With a
smile on his face, he tossed a small leather bag of coins to the farmer.
"No need my lord; these people took our Nanina away from us. They
deserved it." The farmer attempted to give back the bag, but the man
shook his head.
"You keep it, friend. Make repairs on the farm or buy a new plow,
whatever." It had been a bad winter, and the small bag of coins which
meant nothing to the Judicar would make the farmer and his family's
lives much better. "Plus, I'm no lord, name's Roderick and I'm just a
Cropper like yourself, good Yeoman stock. Also every jack one of us has
lost someone to these bastards so trust me, we understand."
"Will you at least take supper with us?" The wife smiled.
"Aye, thank you miss, we can do that but first let us bury the dead."
After removing any traces of the battle from the farmer's land, the
entire group sat on the ground, behind the barn far away from the road.
As the farmer's wife and her daughter began walking around filling small
trenchers of bread full of stew, she said. "My cousin Hendrix said you
men rescued a couple of girls from the burning last week."
The youngest of the group shrugged. "Wasn't us."
"There are more of you then?" The farmer turned towards Roderick.
The man just nodded, his mouth full of food. The weapons they gathered
today and the rest of the coin would go to the other groups. Even some
of the local lords, who had enough of the Guardians telling them what to
do, had started to secretly support them. Since the Black Sorceress'
return, the Guardians were close to having a full scale rebellion on
their hands.
"You don't hear a lot about it," the farmer said.
"Them bloody red robes don't want people to know, gives them ideas."
Another man laughed.
"Was it the Sorceress?" The young daughter of the farmer, who had been
passing out small bits of bread to the men, asked.
"Could be, little lady. My cousin Loretta once saw her flying on that
big cat of hers."
"I thought you said it was a dragon," another man commented.
"Did your cousin really see her?" the girl asked in wonder.
"Naww, I don't believe him. His cousin Loretta tends to stretch the
truth a bit."
"She might at that, but this time I trust her word. It was right after
those towers were destroyed last month, the ones near the Old Forest.
They say that the Sorceress brought them down with her magic."
"Maybe it was the dragon." The girl said excitedly half jumping up and
down.
"I heard it was a cat, could be a dragon though, wasn't there. Them
bloody red robes sure knew how to run though."
"You would be too, Stephen." Roderick laughed.
"She wouldn't hurt you, she's nice," the little girl admonished the man.
"My Gran said the Sorceress has a black heart and drinks blood." Another
one of the men spoke slowly, with a half-smile on his face.
The little girl looked shocked, then angry.
The oldest of the group, a large man who had the appearance of a smith
by trade, said. "Leave her alone Travis. His Gran, she's from up north;
you know how they feel about the Sorceress up there."
"Not rightly proper, that's how we got stuck in this messy business in
the first place. Them bloody red robes coming down here during my
granpopy's time," an older man grumbled.
"I heard that some of the old songs are now being sung in the taverns
again. Not just the ones about the Sorceress but also about her exalted
captains as well. "
"Did you know some of the lands south of here still hold feast days in
their honor?" The man called Travis said while starting to take apart
the stale bread that made up the trencher, tossing bits into his mouth.
The farmer's wife smiled, setting her hand on her husband's shoulder. "A
feast day would be lovely, Richard. I'd love to dance with you again. We
haven't had a real one since...."
The farmer nodded, holding his wife's hand. "I'd like to help you boys
more if I can."
Roderick looked up at the wife, and saw the fear in her eyes. Although
the ambush today had been perfect, their other attacks had not gone
without loss. "Well we can always use help, but not what you think. We
can handle the fighting but we still could use help now and then from
good people like yourself."
The wife looked relieved as the farmer thought for a second, then
nodded. "What do you have in mind?"
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King Conall and his council stood over the large map of the realm. For
the last three days, they had been sequestered in the room discussing
the plans for the upcoming campaign season against the Kingdom of D?l
Riata.
Last year's fight had ended early because of heavy rains, leaving both
sides with very little gains. Only the mercenary companies employed by
both Kingdoms who were paid for a full season, whether they fought or
not, came out ahead.
Prince Burin leaned forward, taking a better look at the map. "Your plan
has merit Uncle, although I do have one concern."
Duke Blathmac sighed before taking a long drink from the golden goblet
next to him. "Aye, the rebellion in the southern lands."
Although the fighting taking place since the end of winter had not been
near the Kingdom's borders, the Duke still found it still necessary to
move a couple of regiments of foot and horse to fortify the border
towns. Such rebellions had the tendency to spread.
Hopefully, the regiments would keep the conflict from crossing the
border. Everyone noted that although their kingdom had not gotten
involved with actual fighting, it had already taken away resources, as
those troops would not be available for the upcoming campaign season.
"I thought they were all unarmed farmers down south?" The youngest of
the group, made Count when his father passed away over the winter,
questioned the group.
Count Valan of the House of Ciannacht, a big red bearded, giant of a man
who ruled lands in the northern part of the Kingdom roared with
laughter. "Laddie, one of them unarmed farmers could put a feather
through your eye from over hundred paces with those Willow Wands of
theirs."
All around the table, the other men laughed good naturally at the young
man's confusion.
"It's their bows, Albert, white wood, tall as a man and deadly," Prince
Burin explained to his friend.
"Are they truly that accurate?"
"My senior huntsman was born in the Barony of Capcir and I have seen him
drop a deer at that range." Duke Blathmac, the King's brother, finished
his wine with one last gulp.
King Conall waved his hand. "Indeed and that is where the fighting has
begun. You're correct, Albert, the eastern lands, where the Guardians
have complete control even over the nobles, the farmers are treated as
nothing more than slaves. No, it's the lands west of the Ranz River that
the Verities pushed their so called truth into in the last decade or so,
thats where the trouble has started."
"Besides the bands of Yeomen making life difficult for them arrogant
bastards, the true fighting began when Duchess Cryda disposed Count
Jowan last week. No loss, he was a particularly unpleasant individual
however; somehow she has managed to convince King Holzen and his allies
to move troops north to support her husband's attack city of Kerlin."
The City of Kerlin, which sat astride the Ranz River, had been the
Guardians of Truth western capitol in Count Jownan's former lands, with
its fall those who opposed them would dominate the entire west.
"I doubt that King Richard is supporting them without asking for
something in return." King Conall sat down on his chair, putting his
fingers to his lips.
"You think Kerlin could be his reward for pushing the Guardians out of
the west?" Prince Burin turned to his father.
"That would be my guess, your Highness." Count Valan pointed to the
series of rivers running through the Kingdom of Holzen. "He would gain
quite a bit of taxes for taking that one city alone."
"The question is; will they be happy with pushing the Guardians back
over the Ranz, or continue to push east? We could be looking at years of
fighting ahead. Fighting that could easily encompass all of the lands in
the south."
"Doubtful, Duchess Cryda has no love for the Guardians who took
advantage of her father and essentially took control of the Duchy."
"So the fighting does appear to be spreading." Count Albert scratched
his chin. "Your Majesty, is this King Richard strong enough to unite all
of the western lands under his own banner."
All of the older men gave the young Count an approving look. Most of
them had already determined that some of the more powerful kingdoms or
Duchies would take advantage of the rebellion and consolidate their
holdings.
"And to think this all started with some rumor about the Black Sorceress
returning."
"You're laughing Valan but that's what caused these problems in the
first place." Duke Blathmac pointed his middle finger at him.
"Your Grace, I doubt that they needed the villain of a children's story
to rebel against the Guardians. The Duchess Elvira should have known
better before inviting that group onto her lands sixty years ago."
King Conall nodded. "I agree, they have pushed too many people, too far
with their ideas and now they are paying the price. Frankly my great
uncle should have hung the lot of them instead of throwing them out of
the kingdom."
At that moment, Princess Cordelia entered the room followed by a number
of servants. As they quickly filled the men's drinks, and replaced the
trays of food she moved quickly to her husband's side.
"Greetings my beautiful wife." Prince Burin gave the Princess a wide
smile, until he noticed the cup in her hands.
"I do apologize to your Majesty for interrupting your meeting, but I
believe my good husband forgot to take this elixir during our morning
meal."
With great care, she took a small silver goblet and set it in front of
her husband. The Prince had come down with a lung fever during the
winter months, and only recently had started to feel better. He had
thought because of that he could quit taking the foul tasting medicine.
King Conall let out a small laugh. "I am surprised that my wife isn't
here with you, Cordelia."
The young Princess gave a warm smile. "She sends her love and a reminder
about tonight, your Majesty. "
The King, like all good husbands took the hint. "You are correct of
course; gentleman perhaps we should stop for the evening. I am sure you
are aware of the special feast we will be holding tonight to honor the
return of the goddess of spring."
Throughout the kingdom, the Blaanid feast would take place at sundown.
In most homes, small cakes soaked in honey would be the special treat
for the night. In the Court of King Conall, the festivities would be
quite a bit larger.
As Princess Cordelia watched her husband empty the silver cup, she
noticed the strange visitors sitting in the window. Like many woman in
her family, she had a touch of the sight.
It didn't manifest very often, as a young child she sometimes would see
elementals playing in the rivers and woods. So upon discovering three
Sylphs sitting on the windowsill right outside the room, all she did was
smile.
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Aislin sat in the center of the garden as the first rays of the spring
sun broke over the trees high above the swamp. Most of her new guests
had celebrated the feast of Blaanid long into the night. Right now, she
sat alone, even the elementals giving her peace.
Since becoming mistress of Dubh Caisle?n, Aislin had hardly stopped
working. She had quickly come to realize that the gift of knowledge
bestowed upon her by her 'Aunt' did not mean she could stop learning
either.
The darkness was coming, that fact was certain however the when and the
how remained a mystery. She had found clues in the writings of several
Seers, all who went mad because of that darkness.
Looking down at the refection pool, which sat in the center of the
garden, Aislin gave a sad smile. She had another reason for working so
hard, it was to forget what she left behind.
With a wave of her hand, the pool became like a mirror but it did not
show her reflection. Instead, the Sorceress watched, as Macha prepared
for the day ahead. Stopping herself from touching the smooth surface,
Aislin clutched her chest instead.
With a single tear running down her face, she whispered. "Soon, my love.
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