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Authors: Tom Lloyd

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‘You want this to happen? You want a pitched battle on Tirah’s streets?’
‘Don’t be facetious,’ Lesarl snapped, ‘you know me better than that. You change any situation, just as Lord Isak would have. You are a being of power who affects events by your very presence. With just Sir Cerse and his Ghosts there, they will either submit to the rule of law and be arrested, or they will make a move that will have to be condemned as treasonous by every other party involved. With you there,
anything
could happen, and likely as not it will involve more blood spilled.’
‘Their blood, not that of the Ghosts,’ Vesna promised with a scowl. ‘Without me they may not have the decisive force to end any skirmish before it heats up. Fighting on the streets doesn’t just happen; it takes time to fester, like a dog working itself up to violence.’
‘Now who’s the one to go looking for bloodshed?’ Lesarl demanded. ‘If — ’
Vesna cut the man off mid-sentence by wrenching his horse away, towards the barbican. ‘Unless the order is Lord Fernal’s, I go with the Ghosts. You do not know his mind as well as Lord Bahl; you do not yet give orders in his name.’
Lesarl hesitated. ‘That is easily rectified,’ he called, turning back towards the Great Hall.
‘Then do so. You’ll find me at the Brewer’s Gate!’
At Sir Cerse’s order, the columns of Palace Guard clattered to a halt. The officers on horseback looked over the heads and Swordmaster Pettir swore quietly, voicing the thoughts that were running through Vesna’s head too. There was a makeshift blockade across the street ahead, manned by a handful of penitents with bows. Their robes were grey with red hoods - Penitents of Karkarn - and they were led by a priest of the War God. More worrying still, they were accompanied by two liveried soldiers, sworn swords of Count Feers, most likely, both wearing scarlet sashes. It was not much of a guess to assume those sashes bore the Runesword of the Knights of the Temples, whether or not the Order was banned in Farlan territory.
‘Come no further,’ shouted one of the soldiers, walking a dozen yards from the barricade towards them. ‘If you attempt to interfere with the work of the Gods you will answer to Keness of the Spear!’
Vesna, his lion’s head faceplate raised, shared a grin with his comrades. ‘I’d like to see how that works out for you!’ he yelled back. He quietly told Sir Cerse to hold their position, then nudged his mount into motion and slowly began to make his way towards the barricade. A single knight was hard to interpret as great provocation by the archers, and whatever their masters said, the rank and file would be painfully aware of the law: killing a nobleman in cold blood was something the nobility frowned upon, and the punishment made the eventual hanging something of a mercy.
The priest of Karkarn advanced also, reaching the man who’d called out before bowing his head in prayer. Vesna felt the air swirl around above their heads as the priest, clearly a mage as well, called his Aspect-Guide forth. The bitter coppery taste of magic filled the air and Vesna felt a responding pulse of energy from the Crystal Skull moulded around the blade of his sword. The wind seemed to echo with the distant clash of steel and his horse slowed. Vesna urged it onwards.
The street, a wide avenue lined with shops, had been deserted when they arrived, and only a handful of nervous faces looked down from high windows out of the way of whatever was going to happen. The tensions of recent months had taught the locals to fear any potential confrontation; even the side-streets were empty.
Without warning a tall figure winked into existence beside the priest, as tall as Vesna atop his hunter, and carrying a cross-blade spear more than ten feet long. Keness of the Spear wore a shirt of chainmail, shining brass greaves and vambraces inscribed with prayers for safety in battle. The Aspect of Karkarn wore nothing on its head bar a knotted cord of red cloth like a circlet. It blinked and looked around, first at Vesna and then at the priest beside it.
‘This is a city,’ the Aspect rumbled, its words echoing around the street. It looked down at the priest beside it. ‘My place is the battlefield. Why do you call me here?’
The priest gaped at the minor God beside him, astonished by its reaction. Unfortunately the sworn sword beside him was not so tongue-tied.
‘They are heretics,’ he shouted, jabbing his finger in Vesna’s direction, ‘here to arrest priests and commit crimes against the Gods.’
The Aspect gave Vesna another look and nodded slightly in acknowledgement. It gave a flick of the wrist and levelled its spear so the tip was an inch from the soldier’s throat.
‘You are aligned to Lady Amavoq. It is deference to her that stays my blade,’ the Aspect said after a pause, slowly turning its head to look the soldier in the eye. ‘Speak again and I will risk your mistress’ wrath.’
The soldier backed away, his mouth open in terror, and the Aspect lowered its weapon. Vesna continued riding slowly towards the barricade. When he was fifteen yards away Keness bowed to him and lowered the tip of its spear to the ground in salute before stepping out of his way.
Vesna continued until he was level with the Aspect and the priest was within sword-reach. There he stopped and gave the soldier a cold look. The man was visibly trembling, despite being very obviously a veteran. It was one thing to see a few battles and take holy orders; quite another to see more than one embodiment of War standing before you.
‘Keness of the Spear,’ Vesna said to the Aspect, ‘I apologise that you were disturbed.’
The Aspect inclined its head and calmly allowed Vesna to cut the flow of magic between priest and God. He vanished, and that done, Vesna turned his attention to the priest. From the markings on the man’s robes he was a senior unmen, no doubt recently elevated because of his abilities as a mage.
‘Unmen,’ Vesna commanded, causing the priest to flinch, ‘dismiss your men and go home to think about what you almost did.’
Without waiting for a response he waved forward the regiment of Palace Guard waiting behind. There was no word of argument from any of the penitents; they raced to clear the barricade and by the time the Ghosts trotted up there was a gap large enough for the troops to pass through two-abreast.
Swordmaster Cosep picked two troopers to disarm the penitents while Vesna led the Ghosts down the street and around the corner to where the rest of the action was happening. A dozen soldiers rounded it at the same time, and skidded to a halt when they saw Vesna and the column. The soldiers immediately turned and fled back the way they’d come, but as Vesna continued he realised that wasn’t the good news he’d been hoping for.
The Brewer’s Gate was a solid fortification in the northeastern part of the city. With produce normally flowing through it every hour of the day, it was no surprise that a small market had been established in the lee of the gate itself. Vesna saw the stalls had been abandoned, and the only people in the space now were armed - and well in excess of the numbers Vesna had brought with him.
The bulk of troops, on the right, were hurriedly turning to form line - they had not been expecting anyone to approach from the south, rather than direct from the palace - but Vesna ignored them, more interested in the squads at the gate itself. Men were huddling under raised shields, as though the occupants of the guardhouse were firing arrows down at them, while a second squad was keeping the gate itself firmly shut and barred.
There was no sign of blood having been spilled, and the only indication of confrontation was at the guardhouse, a square building on the left of the gate, where the attack alarm on the roof was sounding again.
‘Who’s outside the gate?’ Swordmaster Pettir wondered aloud, but he didn’t get a chance to speculate as a group of soldiers and noblemen marched up to address Vesna.
‘Leave this place!’ roared a middle-aged man wearing a single gold earring of rank. He wore chainmail and a heron crest on his brown and white livery. Vesna didn’t recognise the man, but he had half a dozen hurscals at his side, and they had their hands on their hilts. ‘You have no authority over the cults!’
‘And what, pray, has that got to do with you?’ Vesna replied in a calm voice, ignoring, for the moment at least, the lower-ranked nobleman’s deliberate flouting of the traditions of respect. ‘You are a titled man. You can have no affiliation with the cults.’
The man shouted, ‘My allegiance to Nartis is my own business, not yours.’
‘If you have taken holy orders, then it is my business,’ Swordmaster Pettir interrupted. ‘As Knight-Defender of Tirah, I am charged with enforcing the rule of law in the city. What say you?’
‘I say I am a man of piety, you damned jumped-up peasant, and the Gods shall strike you down as a heretic if you claim otherwise - just as the charges upon which Count Feers was arrested are tyrannical, and against the will of the Gods.’
‘But they are still the law,’ Vesna answered, ‘so you’ll step aside and allow the Palace Guard to do their duty.’
‘Under whose authority?’
‘That of Lord Fernal.’
The man spat. ‘The creature Fernal bears no authority. It has no right to claim rule over the noblest tribe of man.’
‘That is a matter for your betters to decide,’ Vesna said, nudging his horse forward while signalling for his troops to remain. ‘The law on holy orders remains, however, and Count Feers has broken it; he must answer for his crimes at the Temple of Law.’
‘Count Feers is guilty of nothing but proclaiming the majesty of the Gods and their authority over all,’ the soldier roared.
‘Then the Gods will see to it he is acquitted,’ Vesna said. ‘Until then he is under arrest.’
‘You may not have him, nor may your lackeys!’ the nobleman screamed, pointing towards the gate. ‘We serve the Gods. We will die to protect their majesty.’
Vesna stopped. Clearly there was something he did not yet know about the situation. ‘Who is outside the gate?’ he asked.
‘The heretics you sent to murder priests, the criminals who wish to plunder the temples and steal rule of the tribe from those the Gods intended,’ he snarled.
Vesna scratched his cheek, where the ruby in his skin was suddenly itching fiercely.
‘
Kill them all,
’ whispered Karkarn in his ear. ‘
There is no place for madmen and fools in this Land.’
Vesna instinctively shook his head at the sudden intrusion, as though he could dislodge the God from it, and his hand twitched towards his sword before he could catch himself.
The nobleman saw the movement and took a step back to plant his feet more firmly. He gripped his sword.
Enough of your help
, Vesna thought as he drove the War God from his thoughts. T
his must end without bloodshed, otherwise it will lead to civil war.
Carefully, deliberately he withdrew his hand, and when the nobleman had relaxed a touch Vesna dismounted. A man on horseback had a clear advantage in battle - whether they would admit it or not, Vesna knew the veterans would see it as a pacifying action. He removed his helm so they would be able to see the ruby on his cheek more clearly and walked towards them, not deviating when they turned aside and opened up the path towards the guardhouse.
The penitents standing ready at the door retreated when he reached them. Vesna could feel the eyes of everyone in the market on him, watching every small movement, waiting for the action that would spark the violence.
He thumped on the guardhouse door and called out, ‘Sergeant? Is all well in there?’
He could hear the scuffle of feet inside, then the sound of boots on a ladder before the reply eventually came. ‘Aye, sir, we’re not harmed.’
‘Then open the door please, and bring your prisoner out.’
‘Ah, beggin’ yer pardon, sir, but who’s givin’ the order?’
‘Count Vesna, acting under the authority of Lord Fernal.’
Using Fernal’s disputed title seemed to do the trick. He heard the screech of heavy iron bolts being drawn back, and something heavy being dragged from the reinforced oak door. It opened cautiously, just enough to catch sight of the man outside, but Vesna’s armour alone was unmistakable to any man of the Ghosts. Quickly the door opened all the way to reveal the grim faces of a dozen Palace Guards, dressed in full battle armour. Behind them was the whiskered face of Count Feers, purple with outrage as he barged towards Vesna.
‘You of all men come to accuse me? Murderer, adulterer,
hypocrite —
’
Vesna raised a cautioning hand. ‘Think very carefully about your next words, Count Feers. Tensions are running high and there are already serious charges against you. If you incite others to violence against the Ghosts . . . well, I doubt you need much convincing as to the Chief Steward’s vindictive nature. He would extend any punishment laid down upon you to every member of your family.’
The threat had the desired effect; Lesarl’s reputation among the nobility was well deserved. However deep his fanaticism, Feers had a large family and it was a fair bet at least one of them meant something to him. It took a few heartbeats, but then the count’s shoulders sagged and he capitulated, allowing the Ghosts to lead him out without further resistance.

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