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By the time the magic had faded to nothing, Nai had made up the ground and grabbed the captain by the collar and hoisted him up one-handed for all to see. Coils of green and black light raced around his hand, growing faster and more intense with every passing moment. The black light left a smoky, sulphurous trace in the air, and Amber realised Nai’s past had to be common knowledge now: he was playing on the fear others felt at the word
necromancer
. It had the desired effect as the eager troops scrambled back.

‘All of you, sheathe your weapons!’ Nai roared, turning to make it clear he included the Menin in that order. Amber gave a small gesture and his men obeyed, spurring compliance from the Narkang troops.

‘Now, get back to your duties. You, Captain – you and your men see to Major Amber’s horses, you hear me? Amber, please dismount and follow me – just a few officers, please; the rest can wait here or return to your troops, I really don’t care.’

Amber cocked his head at the man. Nai wasn’t really suited to giving orders, but he appeared to be learning the Brotherhood way, expecting commoners and generals alike to jump on command.

‘Since you asked so nicely,’ Amber said before continuing in Menin, knowing the necromancer was the only other able to speak the dialect, ‘Dorom, Kesax, with me. The rest of you wait here and try to not to kill any of the king’s precious troops. Apparently they don’t have many to spare these days.’

With the two colonels as his side, Amber followed Nai to Camatayl Castle. Kamfer’s Ford had grown in the days he’d been absent; now corrals, barracks, tents and warehouses were dotting the plain around the town. There were wagon-trains approaching, laden with food to maintain the army King Emin was building, and beyond he could pick out troops practising manoeuvres.

The Kingsguard inspecting the faces of everyone entering the castle said quietly to Nai, ‘If they’re going in armed, you keep ’em clear of Forrow, eh?’

Nai nodded at the sense of that and waved Amber and the colonels through and across the cluttered courtyard. Amber could see a large feathered hat at the centre of a knot of soldiers. Men instinctively parted for them before King Emin had even noticed their arrival. Nai placed himself square in front of the king’s bodyguard to block his path.

‘Ah, Major,’ Emin said cheerily, ‘I wasn’t expecting you back so soon.’

‘It’s General now,’ Amber replied, feeling his hand tighten instinctively into a fist before he could catch himself.

‘General? Ah, the Menin right of challenge? I hadn’t realised that worked in the military too.’

‘It doesn’t – but General Arek could think of no man higher ranked than he now our lord was dead.’

‘Hardly a fair fight,’ Emin said with an appraising look. Arek had been a fighting man, but few reached the rank of general while still in the prime of their life, and Amber was powerful, even for a Menin.

‘He realised that,’ Amber said, his tone of voice making it clear he didn’t want to discuss the matter further. Arek had died like a warrior, in a manner of his own choosing.

‘As you say, General Amber.’ Emin gestured to the men around him. ‘Since you are here, please report on the state of your men for my advisors.’

Amber recognised several faces: Dashain of the Brotherhood, General Bessarei of the Kingsguard and Suzerain Derenin among them, but only the Farlan veteran Carel had given him any sort of proper acknowledgement.

‘I command ten battle-ready legions – five heavy infantry, two medium and one of archers – plus one of skirmishers and a legion of cavalry support, if I can secure fresh horses for most of them.’

‘And they will fight under my banner?’

‘They’ll fight for me,’ Amber said stiffly. ‘I have promised them your assistance with supplies and in crossing hostile ground and in return they will fight any troops who try to block their path. But they’ll not fight under your flag any time soon.’

Emin hesitated a moment, most likely picturing a map of the route Amber was planning for his army. It would cut through the heart of Ruhen’s lands and past Thotel to the great high plain that interrupted the mountain line there. It would give him everything he needed.

‘That is acceptable. I thank you, General. Will you permit troops to be attached to your command? The Devoted have many Farlan in their ranks, and I believe their cavalry surpasses your own. I offer a few legions of my own best, the Green Scarves, and mages too, since you are assuming the lead on a dangerous journey.’

Amber turned to the men who’d accompanied him. ‘Green Scarves,’ he muttered to them in Menin. ‘Will you fight with them if they provide support?’

The pair exchanged a look. ‘We heard of them in dispatches,’ Dorom replied, ‘but neither of us have personally encountered these legions. I believe they were a major irritant for our lord’s armies during the advance: brave soldiers led by a God-marked daemon.’

‘Led by a daemon?’ Amber asked King Emin.

The king smiled indulgently. ‘He does get a bit over-excited at times – I believe they’re referring to General Daken. The Green Scarves are currently commanded by Colonel Dassai, but Daken will be rejoining them soon.’

Amber straightened a little. ‘Your mission was a success?’

‘It was. And that leads me to this: Isak Stormcaller will be arriving here soon. You and your men had best keep clear of him.’

‘Clear?’ Amber growled.

‘Well clear. If you need a reason, it’s this: he went to find an object of great power, Death’s own weapon. None of us know the damage he’ll wreak if he’s attacked. You know his mind is damaged; the Gods alone know what toll Termin Mystt is taking, so he may prove indiscriminate.’

‘I shall instruct my men accordingly.’

‘You do that.’ Carel spoke up, ignoring the shocked looks from some of the king’s advisors. ‘All you’ll get is a bad death, and you better believe I’ll be leading the massacre o’ the rest o’ your boys before anyone gets a chance to stop me. Don’t reckon many o’ these boys here will care who’s giving the order if it’s to kill Menin.’

Amber bit down on his lip, fighting the anger that blossomed hot in his stomach. ‘I hear you, Carel,’ he said after a moment.

‘You have my word.’

Emin looked from one man to the other. ‘I think we all understand each other, so let us move on. General Amber, what condition are your troops in?’

Amber kept his eyes on Carel a moment longer before returning his attention to the matter at hand. ‘Their condition?’ he said, ‘tired mostly. Being holed up in a town on short rations hasn’t done any of them much good. I could do with a week to get them back into proper order before they’re ready to fight a drilled army.’

‘You have it: a mile or so north of here there’s a stretch of heath you can camp on. Plenty of water there too.’ He thought for a minute then said, ‘General, the bulk of your troops are heavy infantry. You will not fight alongside my armies – what about an élite force not of either of our tribes?’

‘Got one up your sleeve, have you?’

King Emin inclined his head, smiling slightly as he tugged one braided cuff then the other in the manner of a travelling conjurer. ‘My mage assisting Lord Isak’s swift return tells me we have had an offer of assistance from an unexpected source. I suspect your battle tactics will be to push through anyone arrayed against you and break their order. These troops could provide a breach of the lines on command.’

Amber narrowed his eyes at the king. ‘Just who’re you talking about here?’

‘The Legion of the Damned – I believe you saw them at work in Scree?’

‘Not up close, just from the city walls, but I didn’t much like what I saw. They slaughtered more’n a thousand at the gate itself, gave ’em nowhere to run and never listened for quarter.’

‘I am told they’ve pledged their loyalty, though obedience might be yours to persuade. Mage Ashain informs me they will arrive soon. They are travelling faster than Lord Isak’s party.’

The big officer scowled. ‘Don’t sound an easy task, but I’ll use ’em, sure. Bastards’ll be worth the trouble.’

‘Good. The bulk of my troops are spread out in an attempt to restore some order to the eastern parts of Narkang. If I need not recall them to support your army I am thankful.’

‘The bulk of your troops?’ Amber asked, gesturing towards the thousands of soldiers encamped beyond the castle walls.

‘The men you see here are largely raw recruits and those mostly inexperienced troops who survived Moorview. I’ve had to divert much of the Canar Thrit reinforcements to the Vanach border to dissuade any expansion of boundaries there, and the legions from Canar Fell are untested in battle. General Bessarei here tells me he needs another month before sending them into battle. We will be marching, I assure you, but it will be in your wake, once the enemy are forced to react to your efforts.’

Amber gave the king a brief bow of acknowledgement. Tense and tentative allies they might be, but still Amber felt the warrior spirit inside him cry out to obey this ruler. Loyalty and duty were beaten into the minds of every Menin warrior. For generations they had had a lord without equal, one worthy of reverence and sacrifice. Though pride and anger kept Amber aloof and disrespectful, in that moment he realised he would always be a soldier in need of a master.

The king’s ice blue eyes glittered knowingly as Amber met his gaze and a chill ran down his spine – did the king realise that too? Had he been counting on it when he sent away the best of his army?

‘Thank you, General,’ said Emin. ‘I’m sure you are keen to see to your men. Gentlemen, we shall reconvene in the morning.’

After King Emin’s meeting with his newest general, both Menin and Narkang commanders swiftly moved on to the many tasks screaming for their immediate attention. Carel found himself alone in the lee of the castle wall while life continued around him. Gusts of wind swirled across the courtyard, invisible but for the leaves and dust they picked up, but they were all Carel could see. Sweeping over men as though they weren’t there, the twists of wind possessed a strange life of their own that perfectly matched the high, urgent calls of the swifts that Carel normally heard only in the northern summer. There was no God here, not even those spirits too weak to be called Aspects; maybe because of that, Carel was entranced. For months the old warrior had felt himself little more than a puff of wind amidst this great storm.

It wasn’t just those who’d died. Mihn had been a source of quiet strength, and not just to Isak; Vesna was a friend he’d relied on. He’d been set adrift from his life on the wagon-train and he couldn’t imagine how he could ever go back, even after Isak’s death. He’d belonged in Tirah Palace, but with the Ghosts marched away and all his friends dead, Carel had found no real place for him there now. The Chief Steward would always have work for trusted veterans, but he had felt like a ghost, walking corridors that echoed with voices of the departed.

‘Is this place any different?’ Carel asked himself. ‘It’s no more of a home for me – or is home just chasing after that surly brat the rest o’ my life?’ He pulled his jacket a little tighter around his body and glanced down at his left sleeve where his arm had once been. The back of his damn hand was itching again, the hand that’d been tossed into a fire, so Mihn had said.

‘Sure someone told me somethin’ about that,’ he muttered as he stepped back to make way for two porters carrying a crate; the men were careful not to notice him talking to himself – there were many around without livery or uniform who’d take exception to being disturbed by a servant. ‘Was it your mother, Isak?’ he asked himself.

He shrugged and forced himself to start off across the courtyard and back to Kamfer’s Ford. ‘Think it might’ve been, superstitious lot, those caravan folk. First time I met her, too – Horman brought her along when I was still in the guard. Man was so alive then, walking well and made taller by love.’

He stopped by the gate and looked around at the bustling inhabitants – soldiers and clerks for the main, little more than boys, wearing the green-and-gold of the Kingsguard.

‘That’s how I remember your father,’ Carel whispered to the small gusts of wind that followed him across the courtyard, ‘so young he still had fluff on his cheeks, but on his arm was this dark-eyed beauty – she was a wild and wilful one, was Larassa. You got more from her than Horman ever let you know.’

He headed outside, letting the breeze cool his eyes where tears where threatening to form. ‘No memories of your ma; that always hurt you. Now they say you don’t remember me either?’ His thoughts dissolved into memory, the day King Emin had returned to Kamfer’s Ford, not so long after Carel had arrived himself, and met in Major Amber a soul as damaged as his own. When the king returned, Carel had been the first person he’d summoned. He’d hardly expected to meet the man again, but a pair of Kingsguard had hustled him all the way to a private meeting.

Surprise had melted into shock and sick disbelief when he was presented to the King of Narkang. The man had been full of worry, the stink of it filling the room, leaving Carel fearful for his few remaining friends. But to learn that Isak was alive— The king’s words had robbed him of the ability to stand; the king’s new bodyguard had had to half-carry him to a chair.

But the grief at Isak’s death, still eating at Carel’s guts, was doubled at what he heard then: his boy, dragged out of Ghenna, scarred and scared and traumatised – Carel’s head had already been reeling when the final punch came, driving the wind from his lungs, emptying his stomach and leaving black stars of pain bursting before his eyes. Remembering that moment even now forced him to stop by the road and drop to his knees, retching, as his heart threatened to burst.

‘
Carel, I’m sorry, but there’s more
,’ the king had said. ‘
He—
’ For a moment even the King of Narkang had been lost for words. ‘
His mind was hurt, Carel. The pain of Ghenna was too much for him. The witch of Llehden had to take memories from his mind to save what was left. He – Isak – he doesn’t remember you. He will not know you if he sees you again. Carel, I’m sorry, but you are lost to him.
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