Island of Darkness (26 page)

“You said before that the citizens of Alamar would stand between the troops and the Sakovans if trouble came,” reminded Lyra. “What would the regional soldiers do then?”

The sailor sat silently for a moment, staring at the Wall of Mermidion. Finally, he said, “I think they would stand with the citizens.”

“Why?” inquired Lyra.

“Because every citizen’s life would be in danger,” explained the sailor. “If we defied the Katana, the local soldiers know that the punishment would be death. They could not stand by and see their loved ones killed. They would stand by us.”

“Interesting,” must Lyra. “Let us hope that it never comes to that. I prefer to gain peace without bloodshed. Do you think the same would be true for the Imperial Guards in Duran and Zaramilden?”

“Duran has no real Imperial Guards,” replied the sailor. “They have men who are allowed to wear the uniforms, but they are strictly local soldiers. They receive no training and are not allowed to transfer. It is because Duran is so isolated.”

“And Zaramilden?” prompted the Star of Sakova.

“Zaramilden is not as isolated as Duran,” answered the sailor. “To reach Duran, you must go by boat. The Wall of Mermidion ends at Zaramilden, so there is access to the land, but it doesn’t help much. The only places they can go are into the Sakova or into Khadora. Some merchants do indeed cross the mountains into Khadora and then reenter Omunga near Gatong, but not many.”

“And of course armies would not attempt that route,” surmised Lyra.

“Oh no,” the sailor shook his head. “The Khadorans would never allow Omungan soldiers to enter their country. Sometimes they even turn the merchants back.”

“You have taught me much,” smiled Lyra. “What is your name?”

“I am called Chargo,” answered the sailor. “You have also given me much to think about. I would like to learn more about the Sakovans and Kaltara. It is said that you are the Star of Sakova. Is that like a Katana?”

“I am the leader of the Sakovans,” explained Lyra, “much like the Katana is the leader of the Omungans, but I think the similarities stop there. I was not chosen by the Sakovans to lead them. Kaltara chose me.”

“You were chosen by a god?” gasped the sailor. “Do you really mean that? How did he choose you? Were your parents leaders before you?”

“He prophesized my coming,” explained Lyra. “It was a shock to me as well as the Sakovans. I grew up in Omunga.”

“You are Omungan?” Chargo interrupted with surprise. “How can that be?”

“It is a long story,” Lyra said as she removed her ring and showed Chargo the blue star on her finger. “One day this star appeared on my finger. I did not know what it meant, but the Sakovans did. They proclaimed me to be their leader. I thought it was a mistake until Kaltara talked to me.”

“He actually talked to you?” Chargo asked in awe.

“He did,” nodded Lyra as she slipped the ring back onto her finger. “He made me understand what I needed to know.”

“What did the old Star do?” asked Chargo. “Did he step down or die?”

“I am the first Star of Sakova in over a thousand years,” declared Lyra. “There has not been one since the Omungans came to this land.”

The sailor fell silent and gaped at Lyra as he realized the significance of her words. He suddenly dropped to his knees and bowed to Lyra.

“I have been brash, Star of Sakova,” he said. “I should not be talking to you like another sailor.”

Lyra shook her head and gently took the sailor’s arm and pulled him up.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” smiled the Star of Sakova. “I have enjoyed talking with you, and you must not change the way you were. Just call me Lyra.”

“But that seems so wrong for one chosen by a god,” frowned the sailor.

“He chose me to lead my people,” replied Lyra, “not to be worshipped by them. Worship is reserved to honor Kaltara,” she smiled. “How long before we get to Duran?”

The sailor gazed over the bow and pointed. “There it is before us,” Chargo announced. “What do you plan to do there? There is not much in Duran except houses and fields.”

Lyra stared at Chargo for a moment before realizing that the sailors would know the outcome of what happened in Duran no matter what she said.

“I plan to ask the city of Duran to join the Sakova,” declared Lyra.

“Do you mean that you are going to ask them to leave Omunga?” questioned the sailor.

“Yes,” nodded Lyra. “I had hoped that we could avoid war with Omunga as we did last time, but that is not going to happen. Already thousands of Omungans soldiers are invading the Sakova. We are going to have to fight. I plan to rally the cities that Omunga has ignored for so long. I want them on my side.”

Chargo’s mouth opened in surprise. He shook his head slowly.

“I don’t know if that is possible,” he said.

“Why not?” asked Lyra.

“I don’t know,” replied Chargo. “It has always been Omungan. Why would they change?”

“You already said that Okata ignored them,” reminded the Star. “What has Omunga done for them?”

“Nothing,” admitted the sailor, “but neither has Sakova.”

“I plan to change that,” smiled Lyra. “Alamar is not the only Omungan city that the Sakovans have been feeding. We have been sending caravans to the western cities as well. I plan to bring food into Duran to ease their plight.”

“But only if they switch sides?” asked Chargo.

“Yes,” admitted Lyra. “When we decided to ship food to the Omungans, we did it because the people were starving. That alone was reason enough. Things have changed now. The Imperial Guards are stopping our shipments to the cities.”

“Stopping them?” Chargo asked with anger. “Why would they do that?”

“Because that is what the Katana has ordered,” explained Lyra. “He has decided to use the starvation of the Omungan people as a weapon against the Sakovans. He is blaming the disease on us. I plan to retaliate. I will use our food as a weapon against him. Any city that is willing to become Sakovan, will have free food to eat and their fields restored to good health.”

“Will you also demand that Alamar become Sakovan?” asked the sailor.

“I cannot ask that,” declared Lyra. “I would like to, but I have already given my word to the people of Alamar. I will not break it.”

“But you will continue to send food to us?” questioned the sailor.

“We will continue to send food to Alamar,” nodded Lyra. “We will also help you restore your fields as long as General Manitow guarantees our safety. That is the deal we made.”

“I am impressed that you are honoring that deal,” smiled Chargo. “Our leaders in Okata would not. Would you accept Alamar into the Sakova if the people wanted it?”

“Of course,” smiled Lyra. “The people of Alamar have proven to be a wonderful people. I would be proud to have them, but I cannot ask them.”

“But I can,” grinned the sailor. “I like everything that I have seen about the Sakovans. You treat us with respect and truly care for us. That is the kind of leader that we deserve. I will talk to the other citizens when we return.”

“I appreciate that Chargo,” smiled Lyra, “but do not get yourself in trouble. You must let the people know that we will continue to feed them no mater who they swear allegiance to. Do not deceive them.”

“I would not deceive them,” promised Chargo. “I have no reason to. I suspect that most of my fellow citizens will jump at the chance to switch sides. I think most of the soldiers will agree as well.”

The ship suddenly turned, and Lyra saw the city of Duran looming before them. Chargo rose and began preparing lines for the docking. Lyra gazed at the peaceful city set on the edge of a large plain. The plain was surrounded by the Wall of Mermidion on one side, and the ocean on the other.

Lyra watched with interest as the ship glided into the harbor. Small boats dotted the waterfront, and the buildings were gaily painted. It was a pleasant looking city.

As the ship neared the dock, Lyra was able see people. They looked weak and frail. She could see the ribcages of the bare-chested men stringing out nets on the beach. Small children ran through the streets. Lyra imagined that they had not had a decent meal in a long time. She began to feel morose about her plan. She knew at that moment that she would order Marak’s ship into port no matter what the mayor said about switching sides. Kaltara would not want these people to go hungry.

Chargo came forward again with dock lines, and Lyra backed out of the way. She was glad for the disruption as she turned her eyes away from the starving citizens. Within minutes the ship was tied to the dock and a gangplank was attached to it. Lyra hurried off the ship and away from the dock. She stopped suddenly and turned around to face the sea. She wove an air tunnel and directed it towards the horizon. She scanned the horizon slowly while repeating her name.

“You are early,” came a sudden reply. “Are you ready for us to come into the harbor?”

“Yes,” replied Lyra. “These people need that food.”

“Did the mayor agree?” asked the air mage aboard the ship.

“I have just arrived,” admitted Lyra. “I have not seen him yet.”

“But you want us to come in now?” questioned the mage.

“Right now,” answered Lyra. “These people can’t wait while I discuss politics. They need to eat.”

Lyra broke the connection and almost stumbled into Chargo as she turned around.

“You know magic?” asked the sailor. “Who were you talking to?”

“There is a ship waiting off the coast with food for these people,” explained Lyra. “I told them to come in and deliver it.”

“Without waiting for the politics,” Chargo smiled as he nodded. “This god of yours is strong indeed. You truly do care for all peoples. The food is on its way. Hurry to the mayor before it arrives. While you may not let politics slow the food, you still have time to grant these people a reprieve from the Katana.”

Lyra smiled at the sailor and walked swiftly away. She entered the first street leading away from the docks and soon came to a park. On the far side of the park was a large white building with a half-dozen Imperial Guards out front. She headed for it. She had expected the Imperial Guards to question her as she mounted the steps, but they merely watched her with curiosity. She entered the building. The large entry foyer had several doors leading off it and a desk at the far end. Lyra walked up to the desk.

“I would like to speak to the mayor,” Lyra announced to the man behind the desk.

“Mayor Oxley is in his office,” the man replied as he pointed to a doorway.

Lyra nodded her thanks and walked through the doorway. An old white-haired man sat behind a large desk. He looked with interest as Lyra entered the room.

“Have a seat,” offered the mayor. “It is not often that we get foreigners around here. What can I do for you?”

“How did you know that I was a foreigner?” asked Lyra as she wondered if he could possible know that she was Sakovan.

“You are not from Duran,” smiled the old man. “That makes you a foreigner.”

“Then I guess I am,” Lyra smiled. “I have come to Duran to offer your people food. I can tell by the people that I saw when entering the harbor that they need it.”

“We’ll take it,” the old man said as he sat up straight. “How much food do you have?”

“I have plenty,” replied Lyra. “Aren’t you going to ask the price?”

“Nope,” answered the mayor. “I have people starving to death in this city. If you have food, I want it. We can argue over price later.”

“Why do I get the feeling that I would never get paid later?” Lyra asked with a smile on her lips.

“Could be because you are a smart woman,” chuckled the mayor. “We will pay you a fair price for your food,” he continued in a serious manner. “The people do need it, and I would do almost anything to get it for them. How much do you have, and how much do you want for it?”

“I have a shipload,” answered Lyra, “and I want your city’s allegiance.”

“Our allegiance to what?” frowned the mayor.

“I want Duran to become part of the Sakova,” replied Lyra. “I want you to leave Omunga and switch sides.”

The mayor frowned and leaned forward as he stared at Lyra.

“Are you Sakovan?” he asked.

“I am Lyra,” she replied, “the Star of Sakova.”

“You don’t much look like a savage to me,” retorted the mayor. “You sure you are Sakovan?”

Lyra laughed and nodded. “You are too old to believe in children’s tales,” she said. “Sakovans look just like Omungans. The only difference is that we are peaceful.”

“Is there another war going on?” asked Mayor Oxley.

“I am afraid there is,” replied Lyra. “Katana Larst has soldiers invading the Sakova trying to take our land. I thought I would take some of his, but without violence.”

The old man started laughing. He laughed for several moments before he began coughing. Finally, he calmed himself.

“You are a straight talker,” he smiled. “I like that, but your price is too high. Duran has been part of Omunga since the founding. It isn’t right to just up and change because we were asked.”

“Why not?” smiled Lyra. “You really have never been part of Omunga anyway.”

“What do you mean?” asked Mayor Oxley. “Why aren’t we part of Omunga?”

“When is the last time a Katana came from Duran?” asked the Star of Sakova. “Who was the last minister from Duran?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” frowned the mayor.

“Who trains your soldiers that dress like Imperial Guards?” questioned Lyra.

“I see where you are going,” nodded the old man, “but how is Sakova any different?”

“I am bringing you food,” answered Lyra. “Has Okata sent you anything?”

“I doubt the ministers in Okata could find Duran,” frowned the mayor. “How did you get here anyway? Last I heard, Sakova had no ports.”

“I sailed from Alamar,” replied Lyra.

“Alamar?” echoed the mayor. “Did you feed them too?”

“We have been feeding most of the Omungan cities for some time,” answered Lyra. “We have never been able to get to Duran before.”

“Not unless you can jump over the Wall of Mermidion,” grinned the old man. “Is Alamar part of Sakova now?”

“No,” admitted Lyra. “I have not asked them to switch sides.”