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Judicar Laoch, a tall, handsome, fair-haired young commander who had
risen quickly in the ranks of the Verities of the Red, groaned as he
slowly pulled himself off his cot. Rubbing his face, the Judicar thought
it strange that he didn't remember going to bed the night before. His
last memory was having a meal with the three other Judicars and High Lord
Judicar Fearg who commanded the regiment.
Looking about, he realized something was terribly wrong. Everything in
his tent had been removed. Tables, chairs, maps, his personal chest and
even his armor had disappeared. As much as one might find it amusing,
such jokes didn't help with keeping order in the ranks. Shaking his head
at the childishness of it all, the young man stepped out of the tent to
confront whoever came up with the prank, only to find the ruins deserted.
"By the gods of battle..." He stopped his tirade as he suddenly noticed a
young woman standing over a campfire. With her long midnight black hair
and flowing gown of the same color, she was a thing of beauty. Drawing
closer, he could hear her singing happily, as she stirred a large pot,
every so often tasting the contents.
Looking up from her labors, she gave him a beautiful smile. "Good morning
Laoch, would you care to join me for some breakfast?"
Numbly he nodded, her steel blue eyes drawing him in closer. Unable to
help himself, he took a seat on a large log in front of the campfire.
After being handed a wooden spoon and a bowl of what appeared to be some
sort of porridge mixed with dried fruit, the young man looked up at her a
little confused. Who was she and how did she know his name?
"A new friend of mine suggest mixing ground Milis nuts into the porridge,
I hope you like the flavor." She continued to stir the pot, humming the
tune of the song she sang only moments before.
At first, he thought the strange woman might want to poison him but
decided he would be dead already if that had been her intent. Hesitantly
the young commander took a bite, then another. Delicious.
"Can you answer some questions?"
"Eat first, and then we will talk," she said, putting servings of
porridge into her own bowl before sitting down in front of him.
The two sat quietly, enjoying the warmth of the fire as they ate. With
the pot empty, he realized that the woman only finished one bowl while he
had four.
"If we fed our men like this every breakfast, I wouldn't have had
problems getting new recruits." Laoch laughed feeling a little better
about the situation.
The woman didn't laugh, but did give the Judicar a smile for the
compliment. "You have questions?"
"What happened?"
"You were poisoned two nights ago."
"What." He rose from his seat, then reluctantly sat back down. "I don't
understand. Last thing I remember was sharing a meal with High Lord
Judicar Fearg and the other Judicars. He was upset about not finding the
Black Sorceress castle but he wouldn't poison us because of his own
failings. Unless we were all poisoned?"
Although the young man wouldn't have admitted it to anyone else, the
decision to enter the Old Forest to put an end once and for all to the
Black Sorceress had been poorly planned, and a waste of time and
resources. After marching the entire regiment through the woods for a
week, to find only moss covered ruins, seemed to confirm that belief.
"No, I'm afraid only you. Once the poison took effect, your fellow
Judicars dumped you in your bed informing your men that you had too much
to drink. The next morning, they were ordered to pack up your belongings
and departed."
"I don't understand, why didn't they wake me up?"
"Because from what they could tell, you were dead. Of course, some of
your men didn't appear to be particularly pleased about the turn of
events. They wanted to have a funeral in your honor but High Lord Judicar
Fearg commanded everyone to leave you in your tent to rot."
"Why would he do that?" How odd, he thought to himself. The Verities
hated to waste equipment, the next commander would have need of the tent
if nothing else.
The beautiful woman smiled. "Well, that's my fault really. I manipulated
his actions a little bit, as I didn't want them to move you. Since you
were in no danger of dying, as I healed you earlier, I thought it would
be more comfortable for you, if you slept on the cot than in the ground."
Laoch shot up off the long, grabbing his side but found his sword
missing. With another sigh, he sat back noticing the amusement in the
woman's beautiful eyes. "You're her aren't you, the Black Sorceress."
"So I have been called, but you can call me Aislin. Can I ask you a
question?"
The young man shrugged. "I'm not sure why you bothered to save my life
but I am grateful, so I'll answer what I can up to a point."
Laoch found himself smiling as the Sorceress gave a small laugh. "Trust
me. I won't force you to tell me anything you don't want me to know. So,
why did you join the Verities?"
Judicar Laoch sat back startled at her sudden change of demeanor, from
playful to serious in the span of a second. He also realized that this
woman had not saved him without reason but oddly enough, he wanted to
trust her.
"My sister, she was burned by a rogue Thaumaturgist and died from her
injuries soon after." He said bitterly remembering the sweet young girl
who died covered in bandages.
"Not exactly unknown, right, she also happened to be your sister's best
friend. No, it was nothing more than a unfortunate accident, a true
tragedy for both families."
Laoch looked at the Sorceress in shock. "Then she should have stayed away
from Anya. Those people are cursed; evil...they...all should be..."
Suddenly he stopped realizing who he was talking to however the Black
Sorceress didn't appear to be angry, instead, she looked sad.
"Did you know that your sister was trying to help her friend control her
powers? That's when the accident occurred. Anya didn't want to see her
best friend sent away, or worse, burned to death. Of course, if she had
been given proper training instead of having to hide it from her parents,
then both their deaths might have been avoided."
The young man looked down at the ground, unable to speak. The Sorceress
couldn't have known what happened but why did it sound like the truth.
"Anya did keep asking for Bridget right up until the end."
"How did your sister die, Laoch? Surrounded by friends and family, given
a draught of the Codladh and Adh flowers so she wouldn't feel any pain,
right?"
"And Bridget? Heartbroken for harming her friend, terrified and in
terrible agony right up to the very last moment before the fire claimed
her life. Did you know that because she had an affinity to fire, it
actually took longer for the poor girl to die? If she had been fully
trained, she could have walked through it unharmed; instead her ability
only prolonged the agony."
Judicar Laoch continued to look at the ground, unable to meet the
Sorceress eyes.
"You loved Bridget as well, didn't you? And she betrayed that love by
killing your sister."
Laoch slid off the log, wrapping his hands over his head. He had just
come of age when they first met, only few years older than her, he had
instantly fell in love. Laoch could still remember Bridget's laugh, her
smile, her gently touch and her death still haunted his dreams. Wiping
hot tears from his face, the young commander looked up at the Black
Sorceress.
"What does this have to do with my sister's death?"
"Everything, they recruited you even before the coals of Bridget's pyre
cooled. You wore the blood red tabard of the Guardians at your sister's
funeral did you not? However, what happened when you organized your first
burning?"
"I had to walk away."
"Yes, you did. If fact, you have made sure not to be involved with any
more burnings. Your command always seemed to be involved with something
else when such things were needed. So much so, that many other Judicars
placed men from their own commands who were reluctant as well."
"Just because I wouldn't let my command be involved doesn't mean I don't
believe in what the Verities are trying to do?"
"So tell me, what were they trying to do with your little Demonstrations
of Faith? Pillage a town, burn a home or two; perhaps hold down a farmer
so he can watch as a troop of Guerrier take turns raping his wife. All
for what? To put fear into the hearts of the people so they won't object
when the Verities enter a village to murder their sons and daughters."
"I never involved my men in those demonstrations." The young man answered
angrily.
"I know, or we wouldn't be having this conversation." The Black Sorceress
gave him a hard look before it softened. "Laoch, the Verities cannot
afford, especially now with the rebellion in the west, for a popular
commander to appear as if he was questioning their authority. Now, you're
just another pitiful soldier who drank himself to death."
"So now what?" Laoch asked tiredly. "You didn't kill off an entire
regiment of Guerrier to talk to me."
"I did no such thing. Although they have trespassed into my lands, I have
not harmed them in any way. In fact, your regiment is currently walking
around in circles. Eventually, they will find their way out of the
forest."
Laoch got off the ground laughing, brushing himself off he looked around
the campsite. "Thank you keeping me safe, Aislin, and feeding me, of
course but why did you save life?"
"Would you believe because it was the right thing to do?"
"No."
Aislin laughed. "Good man, but I would have done it anyway. Well it
appears you have two choices." With a wave of a hand, the forest parted.
"Down that path lie refuges, mostly farmers and their families, many who
recently fled their homes because of the last Demonstration of Faith.
They all have a desire to fight, and refuse to just sit back and do
nothing. Unfortunately, there isn't a real warrior among them. So what do
you think will happen when they try and fight a troop of your Guerrier?"
The young commander nodded, knowing exactly what would happen. "So what
do you want me to do?"
"Lead them, train them, be their strength when things get bad and trust
me it will. Encourage them to move forward to take back their lives from
those who wish to take it from them. More of them will flock to your
banner; if you're successful, trust me you won't be alone for long.
Although if you do agree to take that path, some of your men who also
share your views might just find themselves joining you."
"And my other choice?"
Aislin waved her hand, revealing another path. "Go back to your regiment.
They will be surprised of course to see you alive, especially your
commander. However, they probably won't do anything until you make your
way out of the forest. Or perhaps, I have been lying and this is all a
misunderstanding and they will happily welcome you back into their
ranks."
It wasn't much of a choice really, as the young man started to walk
towards the forest opening he stopped, "What about you?"
The Sorceress looked surprised. "What about me?"
"Will you join me?"
Aislin laughed. "As much as I appreciate the offer, that is your path to
take, I have my own."
"You seem different in person than the stories."
"So I have been told. Don't worry Laoch, we will meet again. Oh, I did
tell you one little untruth. High Lord Judicar Fearg, he will not be
leaving this forest alive."
The former Judicar just smiled, and with a wave headed down the forest
path, his thoughts already working on how to turn farmers into soldiers.
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High above dark clouds filled the night's sky as small flashes of light
spoke of heavy rains in the near future. On the rolling hills below the
billowing sky, the main army encampment of King Conall buzzed with
activity.
The encampment itself looked like a small city, even with its own
separate quarters. The Nobles and their tents were place in the center,
protected from all sides. Surrounding them were the camps of the
different regiments of foot and horse with most of the men sleeping under
the open sky, rain or not.
Intermixed within the soldiers camps stood the tents of smiths, armorers,
and wheelwrights; anyone who supported the army on the march. Just
outside the camp followers and others who joined the army on the march
including merchant wagons, filled with goods, drink and women made
available to those who had the coin.
Those with the gift usually found a place within the encampment as well,
including the white healer's tents. Protected by royal guards, they stood
somewhat by themselves away from the regimental camps.
Court Baroness R?is?n, followed by six other Court Healers and their
apprentices, talked among themselves as they walked away from the large
tents of the King's Healers. For most of the afternoon and well into the
evening, the small group of powerful women had attempted to coordinate
some sort of order out the madness that occurred during every campaign.
Although King's Healers possessed substantial power when it came to
dealing with the sick or injured, it did not allow them to command
healers hired by different regiments, much less the Court Healers brought
on campaign by the Noble houses. By the end of the evening, not a lot had
been accomplished other than Baroness R?is?n, well liked among the King's
Healers, who promised that her own people, the Wise Women who joined
their own village men on the march would assist the King's Healers when
possible.
"No matter what we do, people are going to die because there are never
enough of us. " Lady Shayla complained to her fellow Council members.
All understood that because of dwindling supplies and worn out healers,
taking care of the sick and injured as the campaign continued would
become increasingly difficult.
"Even if half of the so called regimental healers agreed to work in the
sick tents, it would help."
"Only if we paid them first." Lady Felecia, the youngest of the group
gave a mirthless laugh. "And of those Eadrom, how many of them actually
possess any real ability?"
One of the responsibilities of the King's Healers was to ferret out the
charlatans as if they didn't already have a dozen things better to do.
Court Baroness R?is?n turned to her group. "No matter how much we
complain, remember some of the blame lies with us as well. How many of
you, because of your oaths, are restricted from assisting other
households?"
The six women looked her; some just nodding while others looked ashamed.
"I have been on campaign many times my dear sisters; trust me, this will
only get worse. Please, go back to your tents and get as much rest as you
can, we have a long day ahead of us."
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"Good evening to you, Baroness R?is?n," an unfamiliar voice said from
behind.
R?is?n sat up from her desk, remembering that earlier she had been taking
notes from a book on herbs of the south lands. Obviously she must have
fallen asleep but who had entered her tent unannounced, and where was her
granddaughter Nikkei?
Turning around to get a better view of the intruder, for a brief moment
the Baroness thought she had seen a ghost. Suddenly R?is?n stood up,
crossed the tent before starting to curtsey before the raven-haired
beauty dressed all in black.
"You're...."
The young woman stopped her with a smile. "Please, just call me Aislin."
"Aislin..." She mouthed the words for a moment as if confused then quickly
said. "Then I insist you call me R?is?n."
The Baroness nervously motioned her guest towards a couple of camp
chairs. Moving to the other side of the tent, she looked back, still not
quite believing her own eyes.
Placing a silver tray down on the table in front of them, R?is?n said, "I
hope you don't mind, the tea might be a little cold."
"Thank you, this will be fine," Aislin said.
Reaching for her own cup, R?is?n took a small sip of the black tea trying
to steady her nerves before placing it back on the table. "Before you
explain to me why you are here, or how for that matter, ahh...Aislin, I
would like to apologize for how you were treated by the Council of
Elders."
For all of her life, Aislin assumed it was because she was a boy. She
knew better now. "The reason they refused to see me was because of my
father."
"Yes but it shouldn't have mattered," the old healer said angrily. "All
of us, not just us healers, are barely tolerated but those women were
more concerned with their own positions than the need to protect one of
their own. We did a great disservice to you, Aislin and for that I am
deeply ashamed."
The raven-haired beauty gave the old woman a gentle smile. "I bear the
Council no ill will, R?is?n. In fact, Macha and Ina told me that you
among and a few others spoke up for me, for that I am grateful."
The Court Healer looked relieved. "Even with all that has happened, your
grandmother is still my friend." She paused for a moment, looking at the
young woman sitting in front of her. "You look so much like her, it's
uncanny but your relationship to her is not why you're here is it?"
"No."
R?is?n gave a satisfied smile, in one motion, came out of her seat, and
curtsied all the way to the ground. "Command me, M?thair."
"R?is?n" Aislin whispered, looking down at the older woman in surprise.
The Baroness looked up at Aislin. "We, the Council of Elders, remember
our heritage. Have you wondered why there is always an empty seat within
the Council? So please, M?thair how may this old woman help you."
The two women looked at one another then R?is?n started to laugh. "It
appears that I am stuck, these old bones of mine are not quite fit enough
to do this sort of thing."
As Aislin reached down to help Macha's grandmother stand, the Court
Healer gave a small gasp, the pain that had been chronic in her knees and
back had vanished.
Taking a seat, she said in wonder. "You are her, aren't you? I knew you
must be."
Although Aislin knew of the meeting, she stayed silent as R?is?n
explained that Ina and Macha had been summoned to speak to the Council of
Elders. How the two women were to be questioned about the strange plague
that had struck Lord Kelvin's lands and why did the two of them involve
Aislin.
Some of the members of the Council had actually planned to punish Ina for
allowing Aislin to pretend to be a healer. However, that quickly ended
when she, a former Elder herself, explained that Aislin had the ability,
even if some members of the Council refused to believe it.
Only through her potent healing ability, did the illness not spread to
the rest of the Kingdom. Ina insisted that neither she or her apprentice
had been able to heal those ill, nor would the Council be able to find
someone, even a King's Healer with that ability.
Aislin could see the pride in the Baroness' eyes as she explained how her
granddaughter stood in front of the Council , passionately telling them
how Aislin, garbed as a King's Healer, as was her right, removed not an
illness but actually a curse that had struck Lord Kelvin's land. How in
the end, when young girls started to disappear, it was Aislin who
travelled into the forest by herself to put a stop it.
"Macha's still angry with you for not taking her along."
Aislin nodded sadly. "I know."
"I will tell you, M?thair, that those who acted against you no longer sit
on the Council. Especially when rumors of the Sorceress' return suddenly
came out of the south. Although Macha refused to talk about it I was
certain that person was you."
"Perhaps R?is?n, when we can all sit down together I will tell you the
whole story."
The Baroness gave Aislin a warm smile. "I look forward to it. Now some of
these rumors seem quite fanciful. We didn't quite know what to believe."
The Sorceress cheeks colored a little as she explained. "Well, I'm not
saying that they aren't true but they have overstated my ability quite a
bit in the story telling."
"I'm sure, the old story tellers tended to embellish those tales as
well."
Aislin only smiled.
"I also hear that you have rescued a fair number of young girls from a
terrible fate."
"That at least is true and also happens to be one of the things I needed
to speak to you about. Currently, they reside with me, although I have
rescued a number of young men as well."
"How may the Council help you, M?thair? Do you wish to send them to
villages in the north as apprentices?"
Aislin shook her head sadly. "Normally, I would say yes but not with the
girls currently under my care. They have been through a terrible ordeal,
R?is?n. Many of them betrayed by people they thought loved them. No, they
need some healing so for now, I am happy to have them remain in my home."
She then smiled. "However, as you surmised, I am going to need help as I
plan to have many others join me."
R?is?n gave a small laugh. "What are you planning on doing, start your
own University?"
"Yes, something like that."
In the last decade, throughout the kingdom, small centers of learning,
Universities, had appeared. Mostly young men, lesser nobles and young
merchants entered to learn such subjects as languages, history, and
mathematics.
The Baroness looked shocked for a moment, before smiling broadly as the
Sorceress told of her plans long into the night.
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