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‘This is it,’ Sasha said. ‘Do you think we will attack tonight?’

Brodar Kayne glanced up at the darkening sky and then at Dorminia. Lights twinkled from within the Grey City, but he couldn’t see much of anything else at this distance. ‘It seems like a good night for it,’ he answered. ‘I guess we’ll find out soon enough.’ He looked around. ‘Where’s Isaac?’

‘I don’t know. He was right next to me until a few moments ago.’

The Highlander sighed. ‘I expect he’s scarpered off to do some last-minute sketching or plant collecting.’

Jerek scowled and spat. ‘You ready for this, Kayne? They’re watching our every move.’ He jerked a thumb skywards to where a hawk of some kind had been circling overhead for the last few minutes. It screeched once and then flew off in the direction of the city.

‘Mindhawks,’ said Sasha darkly.

‘Can’t be helped now,’ said Kayne. ‘You set yourself against a Magelord, you don’t go in expecting a fair fight.’

He should know. He had learned that lesson the hard way.

‘It is time.’

Barandas finished strapping on his sword and stared out of the window. The city was still silent at this early hour, but the first light of dawn had split the sky like a bloody wound and soon the streets would be heaving with activity.

Marshal Halendorf had taken a turn for the worse after the council meeting three days ago. According to Timerus, none of Halendorf’s four captains were fit for the task of overseeing the army in his absence. As a result, Barandas once again found himself in temporary command of the Crimson Watch while the Marshal recovered.

It couldn’t have happened at a more inopportune time. The Council had received the message late last night. The Sumnian force had landed yesterday afternoon and would be outside the walls by the time the sun fell this very evening.

‘This is ridiculous,’ Lena complained again. Her green eyes were full of worry. ‘How can they expect you to lead the city’s defence? You have your own responsibilities. Your own men to manage.’

He gave her a rueful smile. ‘We are less than half the force we were. According to Timerus the militia need someone they can look to. Someone to inspire them.’

‘It’s a shame Halendorf wasn’t inspired to find some better officers.’

Barandas was inclined to agree with his wife. He hadn’t realized just how bad the situation had become over the years. The Council had grown lax, content to place an incompetent bully like Halendorf at the head of the city’s army in the belief the Crimson Watch would never be truly tested. And for many years that had been the case; the great cities of the Trine had been at peace for decades, and who would dare challenge a metropolis ruled by the greatest wizard in the north? Even a forest of steel would melt before a Magelord’s fury.

Salazar’s power was now but a shadow of what it had been. The ruler of Dorminia might never recover his full strength. For the first time in centuries, the Grey City was vulnerable – and as a result, Dorminia’s armed forces had been caught with their pants down. Bullies and thugs were well suited to keeping a cowed populace under control, but they made poor soldiers.

Yet again Barandas wondered why his master had expended so much of his own vitality destroying Shadowport. Why had he not challenged Marius, decided the fate of the Celestial Isles Magelord to Magelord instead of massacring an entire city? The world was a hard place, but there were some things that could never be justified.

Those were troubling thoughts. He did his best to suppress them, to focus on what was important. Lena was looking at him with concern. ‘You’re tired,’ she said. ‘You haven’t been sleeping lately.’

‘I’ll rest once the city is safe,’ he replied. He noted with a smile that she was wearing the green crystal he had found in the Mother’s temple. There was a glow about her, he thought. A radiance that made her even more beautiful than usual.

‘Ran,’ she said. There was something odd in her voice. His eyes met hers in sudden alarm.

‘Yes? What is it?’

‘I’m pregnant.’

He gasped as the world seemed to shift around him. Before he knew it she was in his arms. He felt her warmth pressing into him, the jasmine scent of her golden hair filling his nostrils.

‘How long?’ he managed to ask.

‘I found out last week. I… wasn’t sure whether to tell you, Ran. You’ve had so much to worry about lately—’

‘Hush,’ he said gently. He felt as though he was floating. ‘You can’t imagine what this means to me, Lena. I thought… It doesn’t matter what I thought. I’m going to be a
father
.’

She smiled at him then, her eyes wet with tears. ‘Promise me. Promise me nothing will happen to you.’

He held her close, stroked her hair. ‘I promise,’ he said.

The iron beating inside his chest seemed to swell. For that one, precious moment, the burdens he carried seemed to weigh as lightly as a feather.

 

He strolled through the waking city as the rising sun bathed the streets in scarlet. News of the approaching force had yet to circulate around the taverns and markets from which gossip spread like wildfire, but he knew that it would before long, and then Dorminia would be in chaos.

The spring in his step faltered slightly as he made his way through the Hook and tried to ignore the men in the gibbets above him. They stared down at him with pleading expressions, tongueless mouths emitting animal moans. Other than the gurgling of the Redbelly River nearby, they were the only sounds disturbing the dawn streets.

He turned off the Tyrant’s Road and onto the old Trade Way. The ancient road ran from the west of the city across the Hook to Dorminia’s eastern gates. From there it continued all the way to the borders of the Unclaimed Lands. To his left, the temple of the Mother reminded him of things he would rather forget. He wondered if Remy felt any guilt about betraying the rebel organization that had until recently operated from the old ruin. He very much doubted it.

Our new Master of Information now has a large estate in the
Noble Quarter and an allowance to shame all but the wealthiest merchants. That will doubtless assuage any lingering feelings of regret.

Barandas was not particularly keen on what he had seen of the former physician, and it irked him to have such treachery rewarded with a place on the Council, but Timerus held sway in such matters.

He approached the city’s eastern entrance. The Watchmen on duty saluted him and hurried to unlock the huge iron gates, dragging them open to reveal the temporary wooden palisade beyond. Dorminia had been under a strict lockdown for over a month, with only government-approved tradesmen and soldiers of the Watch allowed to pass freely into and out of the city. The militiamen in the sprawling camp before him were allowed back inside Dorminia for only an hour every other day, and only in groups of a few hundred at any one time. The threat of rebellion or desertion was a constant concern.

Not that there were too many places for a coward to flee, he thought. Not unless a Dorminian was willing to risk the Unclaimed Lands where life was a daily struggle to survive. Beyond that lawless frontier lay the Confederation, a sprawling collection of nations loosely allied under the rule of a cabal of Magelords. Few ever made that particular journey, which was fraught with peril.

Shadowport had received a fair number of immigrants from Dorminia before the conflict over the Celestial Isles, but the Grey City had also taken in many coming in the opposite direction. Life was hard throughout the Trine, no matter where a man or woman called home.

And as ruthless as Salazar was, his rule ensured that Dorminia remained an anchor of civilization in a land that was slowly drifting to ruin.

‘My lord.’ A young officer saluted as Barandas entered the palisade and cast his gaze over the makeshift army stirring to life under a forest of bedrolls. The weather had blessed them: the recent heat had turned the rain-sodden grassland to hard turf, and conditions in the temporary barracks were far pleasanter than they would have been even a week ago.

‘I want every man gathered in the centre of the camp fifteen minutes from now,’ he commanded the young Watchman. The officer looked startled for a moment, then saluted and scuttled off to carry out his orders.

 

‘I am Barandas, Supreme Augmentor of Lord Salazar. I stand before you in Marshal Halendorf’s absence.’

He gazed down at the thronging mass of men assembled around the platform. The tide of humanity stretched back halfway to the walls of the massive palisade, faces young and old staring up at him with a multitude of expressions. He had never seen so many people in one place. He raised his voice so that those further back might hear, though he doubted whether the men near the edges of the gigantic crowd would understand a word. ‘News has reached us that the Sumnian army is but a day’s march away.’

There was a stirring below as the news was relayed by the men at the front to those behind them. ‘You will soon be called upon to defend your city,’ he continued. ‘To defend your homes. Your families. The Sumnians will show no mercy.’

Even this early in the morning the smell of unwashed bodies was strong. Barandas ignored the pungent odours of sweat and piss and wiped his moistening brow with the back of his hand. Then, in one smooth motion, he drew his sword and raised it up in the air. ‘We fight for the Grey City. For freedom. If the Watch falters, I need every man here to do his duty.’

There were a few ragged cheers, mainly from the older men. A great many faces stared back at him with stony expressions. A few turned and spat on the ground. ‘
Freedom?
’ exclaimed one voice from somewhere in the first half-dozen rows. ‘That’s a joke. The city won’t be free until Salazar is dead.’

Barandas stared down at the makeshift army and tried to locate the speaker. He thought it might have been a young man with cropped hair, but he couldn’t be sure. ‘If the Lord of Dorminia falls, the city falls with him,’ he shouted back. ‘There are many who wish us harm.’

‘Easy for you to say,’ yelled another man. ‘The Watch killed my brother. Dragged him away from his house and slit his throat in the middle of the street. What kind of ruler murders his own people?’

Barandas heard swords being drawn behind him. There were several hundred Watchmen assembled before the crowd, who were unarmed. If this continued things could turn ugly very quickly.

‘Mistakes have been made,’ he said. He knew that this was crossing into dangerous territory, but he needed these conscripts to believe in him. ‘You are aware of what occurred during the Festival of the Red Sun. Rebels tried to kill our lord. Perhaps the Watch has been… heavy-handed in the years since.’

There were mutterings behind him now. He had evidently upset some of the officers. It couldn’t be helped. He addressed the crowd one last time. ‘You will help dismantle the camp. Then you will assemble at the nearest barracks and await further orders.’

He turned to the soldiers behind him, nodded and then stepped from the platform. He searched around for Captain Bracka. He spotted the man talking heatedly with a group of his junior officers. He strolled over, noting how quickly they fell silent when they saw him approaching. Bracka scowled and threw a desultory salute. ‘Commandant,’ he said in a low growl.

‘How are we for weapons?’ Barandas asked, ignoring the man’s tone.

Bracka scratched at his huge red bush of a beard. He looked like a bear, and was said to have a temperament to match. ‘Every smith in Dorminia has been working flat out,’ he said. ‘But there’s been a shortage of iron. We used most of our reserves in the war with Shadowport. There are enough pikes to go around, but most of the swords and axes have seen better days. Some of them are more rust than steel.’

‘What about bows?’

Bracka snorted and flashed a black smile. Literally black – his teeth were rotten to the core. ‘Most of these bastards couldn’t hit a cow’s arse from five yards out.’

‘They don’t need to be accurate. They just need to be able to fire an arrow.’

‘We should have bows enough,’ the captain replied. ‘As for armour, any man who gets so much as a padded jerkin can count himself lucky. If those Sumnians get close, we’re fucked.’

‘I don’t intend that they get close,’ said Barandas.

‘Commandant,’ gasped a breathless voice behind him. It was the young officer he had spoken with earlier.

‘Yes?’

‘I bring news from the city. Marshal Halendorf passed away during the night.’

‘Passed away?’ Barandas repeated slowly, as if the words had been spoken in a language he did not understand.

‘Yes, Commandant. One of his servants found him dead in his bed, blood all over the sheets. It seems that he… coughed up his innards.’

‘I was led to understand he had a bad case of acid.’

‘What devilry is this?’ Bracka demanded. ‘The Marshal was fine last time I saw him. Just a bit under the weather.’

Barandas turned to the captain. ‘Finish overseeing the disbanding of the camp. I must speak with our lord immediately.’ He spun around and marched back towards the eastern gate, wondering what other news this day would bring.

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