Read The Complete Twilight Reign Ebook Collection Online
Authors: Tom Lloyd
Tags: #Fantasy, #Science Fiction, #Vampires, #War, #Fiction, #General, #Epic
Leshi said grimly, ‘Unless their commissar’s dead, they don’t dare. Better to get massacred than have your name reported back. The Black Swords are faithful soldiers o’ the Gods, the first tier o’ the Blessed. They’re encouraged to have families and raise the next generation of devoted warriors.’
‘And if the parents are found wanting, the children must be defective too?’ Vesna guessed.
‘You run from battle, you’re defying the word of your God – heresy through cowardice, and that means they make ’em face their death.’ The stoical, otherworldly ranger shivered and looked down. ‘Saw a mechanism for it in a core settlement, made just for executing cowards. They strapped every member of a family into the frame and swung down a bar with two spikes – impaled ’em through the eyes, one by one.’
With that Leshi turned and headed away from the slaughter to see how their friends had fared. Isak found he couldn’t tear his eyes off the dead bodies, it was only when Vesna started to go through the jacket of the commissar that he seemed to jerk awake.
‘There’s nothing here,’ Vesna reported after a short while. He fingered the dead commissar’s scarf. It was fastened by a white leather band just below the man’s throat.
‘I’d swear Yokar’s wasn’t white,’ Vesna said, looking at Dora nei, who had been closest to the man.
Doranei nodded in agreement. ‘It was darker, hard to tell exactly what colour at night, but certainly not white. Reckon this indicates a faction within the brigade?’
‘There are markings on it, a script maybe? It’s not Elvish or any I recognise. Some sort of designation I’d guess. Who watches the watchmen, eh?’
The King’s Man sheathed his sword and started back towards their camp. ‘Aye, keeps ’em all in line, then, recruiting the worst for secret internal security. Not so far from my job as I’d like.’
Back at the camp they found their comrades all healthy and unharmed. Though Daken was liberally sprayed with blood, the white-eye’s cheerful expression told them it wasn’t his own.
‘You took a prisoner?’ Mihn asked, as they approached. He glanced back at Daken. ‘Somehow we managed to forget that bit.’
‘Bring him in here,’ Zhia ordered. ‘I’ll find out what he knows.’
Vesna gave a cough of shock. ‘Hey, hold on now – just what are you proposing to do?’
Isak deposited the unconscious soldier on the ground out side Zhia’s tent and looked from one to the other as Zhia, peering through the flap, stared Vesna down. The rest of the party took an imperceptible step back, with the exception of Mihn and Doranei. The King’s Man stood his ground, but Isak saw dismay on Doranei’s face rather than anything antagonistic. He guessed this was an uncomfortable discussion the lovers had already had.
‘You disapprove?’ Zhia murmured.
‘I’m asking what you’re planning on doing.’
In the shadows of the thick shawl that shaded her face, Zhia raised an eyebrow. ‘And yet in a way that makes me think you don’t really want an answer. How about this: nothing worse than the murder you’ve already done and the torture you were likely planning for the boy.’
‘You’ll feed on him?’ Vesna persisted. ‘Turn him with your curse? Gift this place with one more of your kind – most become blood-hungry monsters when they’re turned, no?’
She glanced at Legana. ‘My dear, what lurid stories have you told them about our exploits in Scree?’ There was a playful edge to Zhia’s voice, but in a way that reminded Isak what parts of a sword were dangerous. ‘How I live isn’t your concern,
Iron General
– be glad I have joined your cause when
your
lord was one of those to flay my soul with this curse!’
‘Oh, I’ve not forgotten you’re an enemy of the Gods, be assured of that.’
Isak stepped between the pair. ‘Peace, my friend,’ he said, putting a hand on Vesna’s shoulder.
The Mortal-Aspect tensed and Isak could see him physically resisting the urge to shake it off him and draw his sword again. After a moment the man inside won through and he met Isak’s eyes. He gave Isak a slight nod:
I’m fine
.
He turned to Zhia. ‘My apologies.’
Zhia dismissed it with a wave. ‘There is a God inside you, one that is born to fight. To deny it will take more effort than you could have imagined. I am just glad it is a man of such discipline holding Karkarn back; the War God was ever in need of a controlling hand.’ She forced a smile. ‘We are such opposites that I’m sure there will be tawdry romances invented about us, but in the meantime there are things we must know about our enemy. This man will die – I cannot leave him alive to inform on us – but nor do I make others suffer needlessly.’
With that, she covered her head again, walked forward and grabbed the soldier under his remaining arm. The petite vampire carried him back to her tent and tossed him effortlessly inside. Looking like a spider with its prey, she ducked in after him, but not so quickly that Isak didn’t catch a glimpse of shame on Zhia’s shadowed face.
Cursed to be a monster
, he recalled,
cursed to always know what a monster she is. A lesson more of us could learn.
As the poacher’s moon appeared over the treetops and cicadas gave way to the dawn chorus, the group reached the first real sign of civilisation in Vanach. They had been travelling for six nights, and the only people they had encountered were Carastar mercenaries and companies of Black Swords from Ghale Outpost, to which Commissar Yokar had sent word of their arrival.
The outpost itself was little more than a hastily built army camp, protected by four wooden towers that looked down over a defensive wall and ditch. The outpost housed a good thousand troops, Vesna had estimated; it was the base for all the patrols in the region. In the feeble moonlight of the early hours it had looked a dismal place to be stationed, the stink of effluence carrying a long way on the wind.
They had been cordially escorted around the camp by a regiment of Black Swords under the command of two commissars, one of whom, a one-eyed woman with short hair and a white clasp to her scar, didn’t bother speaking as her colleague went through the formalities. Their captive had revealed that the white clasp indicated a specialised regiment within the Commissar Brigade. Once a secret within the ranks of the commissars, the Sentinels now wore their authority openly. The normal commissars enforced the law and monitored the Faithful, the common folk of Vanach, while the Sentinels oversaw the Blessed: the priests, commissars and Black Swords; as that gave them significantly more freedom and authority within Vanach’s borders, they were used by several councils of high-ranking commissars to enact their commands.
As the one-eyed woman was a Sentinel, it was almost cer tain she had known of the attack on them; she may even have ordered it herself. Leshi had been able to provide the name of one other faction within the Commissar Brigade; the Star Council was tasked with rooting out spies and revolutionaries. But that was only the largest and best-known of the factions; it was likely some operated as private fiefdoms or cult-aligned armies, and more than one of those would surely see any fulfilment of prophecies as a threat to their position.
Past Ghale Outpost and alone again, the party started to encounter enclosed monasteries and farming communities. Some of the latter looked like traditional villages; others under heavy guard were clearly labour camps. All had graves outside their perimeters, individual ones beyond the villages and pits outside the camps. None of these were hidden from the travellers. Life in Vanach was dangerous and the punishments were harsh, and so entrenched in public consciousness that the commissars and soldiers did not even consider how it might be viewed. Scavengers had dug in many of the pits, dragging out the bones of those deemed unworthy of proper burial; similarly, that didn’t appear to warrant action.
The Black Swords patrolling the camps were wary of newcomers and challenged them at every step of the way, but each time a commissar appeared and, with varying degrees of deference, waved them on their way. Taking too much interest in the camps themselves sparked angry shouts and drawn weapons from the guards, but Daken especially was happy to call their bluff and watch the feared soldiers back down at the order of their commanders.
They saw none of the inmates, though they could see easily enough past the corralling fence that surrounded each camp. In each one large, chimneyless buildings were positioned like spokes in a wheel around a mound bearing a square-towered temple, while low guard-towers manned by crossbowmen stood every thirty or forty yards around the fence. The fence itself could be easily scaled or kicked through, but the corpses impaled on high crosses by the gate were still wearing leg-irons that were not removed even after death.
On the sixth night they reached the gates of Toristern Settlement, the hub of all human life for fifty miles in any direction. Isak could see faces in the stone towers that flanked its main gate watching their approach. Compared to the great cities he’d visited, Toristern was an unimpressive, functional place. It was clear ostentation was not for the common man: grandeur in Vanach was reserved for religious structures, even more than in somewhere like Ismess. Anything approaching imposing displays were restricted to the great metal frameworks outside the walls, where several dozen naked or poorly clothed unfortunates slumped in confined cages, while corpses rotted beside them. The well-gnawed bones scattered around the base indicated scavengers were given free reign over the condemned.
The main gate of Toristern opened without any form of challenge; not even the cavalry stationed on the road to the settlement did anything more than watch them pass. Within, however, a reception committee stood to greet them with far greater ceremony than they had met with so far. A full regiment of Black Swords was formed up in the square beyond and ahead of them, and there were more than a dozen commissars wearing the formal uniforms of their brigade. Squat houses and larger wooden buildings were crammed together on each side of a large avenue; they appeared to have been built according to one template and with little skill.
‘Lord Sebe,’ called the leader of the group, the first portly figure they’d encountered in this starved nation. ‘You come under the blessing of the great Goddess Alterr and are welcome in our poor settlement.’
The commissar had the sloping forehead and wide nose that was so common in Vanach, but he still looked out of place, standing amongst a group of pallid, gaunt religious police. He spoke in the Narkang dialect, and Isak knew it well enough that he didn’t need Mihn to translate. He looked around at the small city they’d just ridden into. Unlike Tirah or Narkang, places that had evolved over the years, this had been built to a specific plan. It followed some strict pattern that he guessed would be echoed throughout Vanach.
‘I thank you for your welcome,’ Isak replied at last. Aside from the committee and the guards on the walls there were no signs of life on Toristern’s ordered streets, something he found disconcerting. ‘May I ask your name?’
The man bowed. ‘I am Commissar Kestis, of the Third Enlightenment. The Prefect of Toristern has instructed me to welcome you and escort your party to your allocated lodgings.’
Isak was about to reply when another commissar stepped forward and gestured to the soldiers behind them. ‘Lord Sebe, Brother-Under-Alterr Kestis – there is first the matter of the Ziggurat Mysteries. You come claiming the sanctuary of Alterr, but that is only the first of the signs that must be revealed.’
Isak peered at the man. This one was taller than Kestis, but skinny, and obviously lacking Kestis’ good nature. He also had a white band to his scarf, which made Isak’s fingers itch for his sword-grip.
Kestis turned in surprise, but checked himself before he said anything to admonish the man. Isak guessed he outranked the Sentinel, but they were challenged only cautiously when they policed their own.
‘It is necessary to demonstrate that immediately, Horshen?’ Kestis inquired.
‘So the Night Council has decreed, Brother-Under-Alterr,’ Horshen said haughtily. ‘Before the sanctuary of a settlement is granted the first two signs at least must be revealed.’
The soldiers Horshen had gestured to disappeared into a nearby building, fetching out a shackled man. The prisoner was painfully thin and almost naked, with crude tattoos on his hairless chest that were doubtlessly marks of slavery. On his arms and legs Isak could also see long bruises and red welts, the signs of regular, sustained beatings.
‘Very well,’ Kestis muttered. ‘I had been under the impression the Prefect intended for any such revelations to take place tomorrow, but if the Night Council prefer you to provide a first-hand report … The mysteries and signs are their purview.’ He glanced back at the troops and commissars behind him. ‘Commissar, dismiss the troops.’
The bulk of the Black Swords vanished quickly enough, until only ten remained in position. Three commissars also took their leave. At that distance Isak couldn’t see anything to mark them out on their uniforms, but clearly they were of the first rank only, and not privy to the mysteries of the second.
‘Horshen? Does the Night Council’s decree extend to soldiers witnessing the mysteries?’
The skinny man shot his superior a look of pure venom. ‘They are servants of the Council, tested by the priests of Karkarn and Alterr and worthy to witness such signs as I deem necessary.’
‘So you want a demonstration?’ Isak said. ‘Something to report back?’
Horshen looked defiant, but he knew his role enough not to stray beyond the bounds of his orders. ‘It is the duty of the commissars to question; to test the faithful and ensure they walk with the blessing of the Gods.’ The commissar turned to his terrified prisoner, standing helpless in the hands of the two soldiers. ‘The second of the Ziggurat Mysteries speaks of the ability to kill with a single word.’
Isak grinned in his unsettling, lopsided way and shrugged.
‘Shinir.’
The prisoner whimpered and sagged in the restraining grip of his captors, but his captivity had left him so cowed and feeble he did not even try to fight them and the two had no effort in holding him steady. Shinir raised her bow and let fly in one swift movement.