The Spirit War (33 page)

“The western continent,” Den said. “Your maps were a bit sketchy. I filled in the details.”

“My maps were taken from description given by the winds,” Nara said crossly.

“What do winds know of war?” Den said, shrugging. “War is a human enterprise, woman. See here.” He snatched the map back and laid a calloused finger on the long chain of islands just off the continent’s eastern seaboard.

“Osera,” Den said. “We have to take them first or you’ll have their runners on your back the whole campaign. Now, your maps showed only the coastline, but look here.” He moved his finger to
the cross-hatching that surrounded the islands. “These are the shallows, the rocks and reefs that guard Osera’s eastern shore. Your big ships run deep. They’ll ground themselves if they get too close.”

“I am well aware of that,” Nara snapped. “You presume too much. Remember, my generals have fought at Osera before.”

“And they let Whitefall and his cronies lure them into the handful of deepwater approaches like idiots,” Den countered. “That one act of stupidity narrowed their fleet, lowered the effectiveness of superior numbers, and lost them the war. If I hadn’t switched sides and taken out Whitefall’s army on the cliffs, your ships would never have made it back here to report their own defeat.”

Nara glared at Den’s weathered finger on the cross-hatched shading marking the dangerous water. “You never did tell me why you turned that day. You were the greatest threat to our soldiers, greater than the wizards or the ships with their clingfire.” She glanced up at his dark eyes. “Tell me, why did you do it?”

Den looked genuinely puzzled. “Why do you ask?”

“As your new master, I think it is wise to know what triggers your betrayal.”

Den threw back his head and laughed. He laughed long and loudly, frightening the servants who hovered just out of sight. Nara stayed still, growing angrier with every passing second. Finally, Den’s laughter died away, leaving him grinning at her like a wolf.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he said. “That war was the happiest time of my life. For the first time ever, I could fight as much as I wanted. Strong men literally jumped out of the sea at me. No more wandering looking for a challenge, no more wasting my time. Truly, I’d found paradise. So when your fleet started to lose, it was the natural choice to switch sides and keep my paradise going. It worked for a bit, but then your coward of a general ran home. I considered slaughtering him and what was left of his crew, but I wanted to meet the woman who could start a war without even going to the
front herself. I thought if you could start one war, maybe there were others.” His grin widened. “But you should know, Nara, it wasn’t betrayal. Betrayal requires loyalty. I had no loyalty to Whitefall, and I have no loyalty to you. You can call yourself my Empress all you like, but I have no king by myself.”

With that, he started to laugh again, and for a moment, Nara seriously considered killing him. She turned the idea over, toying with how to do it. She could order the air around him to stop moving and suffocate him where he stood. She could open the floor below him and let the fall break him on the rocks. But she did none of these things. Instead, she turned back to her fleet.

“You know I could kill you before you lifted a hand.”

“But you won’t,” Den said. “A woman who’s spent ten lifetimes conquering knows better than to throw away her best weapon.”

Nara stiffened. “And if we start to lose now, will you kill five thousand of my men and join the other side?”

“Five thousand of your men wouldn’t even be a dent,” Den said, grinning down at the endless ships. “But what a fight that would be, eh?”

The Empress shook her head. “Go and take your place, Bloody Den. Take your map to the fleet head and tell him I said to put you on the first-wave flagship.”

Den took his map back, folding it neatly. “Just so long as you promise I won’t die of old age waiting for you to get moving. We’re not all immortal here, Nara.”

“I’ll throw you into war soon enough,” the Empress said. “When this is done, even you might have had your fill of fighting.”

“Impossible,” Den said, laughing as he vanished through the curtained door.

Nara did not watch him go. She watched her fleet, standing still as a gold-plated statue on her balcony until, hours later, the last of her army had finally marched up the plank from the dock to the
waiting ships. As the captain called for the plank to be raised, a shiver went through her. Almost, she breathed to herself. Soon, sooner than Den could dream, her fleet would be landing on the far-western shore. Soon she would carve a swath across the world large enough that even Benehime would notice. She would force the Lady to look up from her spoiled boy, and when she did, she would see Nara standing triumphant with the world in her hands, ready at last to shape it to the perfection she’d dreamed of that night in the swamp so many years ago.

Will you, darling girl?

The voice broke over her like a shower of ice water. Nara froze, unable to breathe, unable to think as the thrill of that beloved, beloved tore through her. When she could move again, she turned and fell to her knees before the pure white light.

Benehime sat on the balcony railing like a great white bird, a smile on her perfect, white face. She was glorious, beautiful, and so beloved Nara could barely look at her. Instead, the Empress kept her face down, biting her lip against the overwhelming tide of emotion threatening to capsize her.

Are you crying?
Benehime’s voice was cool and soft as her white fingers lay their burning touch against the crown of Nara’s head.
Did you think I had forgotten you, Nara?

“No, Lady,” Nara lied, raising her tear-streaked face to kiss the Lady’s fingers.

I could never forget my dashing Empress.
Benehime’s voice floated over her mind.
Just because you are no longer first in my heart does not mean I do not care for you.

Nara shook with rage. Second. Second. How could she be
second
? Above her, the Shepherdess put on a hurt face.

Why are you mad, darling?

“How can I not be?” Nara cried. “You love that boy more than me!”

The Shepherdess smiled, stroking Nara’s face with her fingertips.
Jealousy becomes you. You were so dull while you were sulking.

Nara flinched, cheeks coloring with shame. “I am through with that,” she said bitterly. “I love you, Lady. More than he ever could.”

Do you?
Benehime’s voice was close to laughter.

Nara looked away. Her words sounded so needy, so desperate, even to her. But she could not stop. The Lady’s presence was intoxicating after so long without.

Benehime’s sigh floated over her, and when Nara looked up, the Lady was gone. Panic shot through her, but before she could move, white arms encircled her from behind. Relief so strong it was almost painful hammered her chest, and Nara fell back, letting Benehime’s white beauty engulf her.

There, there, my love
, Benehime whispered, pulling Nara into her lap. She kissed the Empress’s forehead, cradling her armored body to her breast. Nara gave herself over, burying her face in the impossibly soft cascade of Benehime’s white hair as she began to weep in earnest, surrendering completely to the burning, beloved feel of her Lady’s touch.

“You forgot me.” Her words were broken to pieces by sobs.

Benehime made a soothing noise.
I did not forget you. I simply had others more worthy of my attention. How could I visit you when you had cast yourself into that stinking cave?

“What else was there for me?” Nara whispered. “I was lost without you.” She raised her head, looking into the Lady’s white eyes. “I love you,” she whispered. “I live for you, Lady. I always have, ever since that first night. I will never hide again. I swear it, so please, please come back to me.”

Come back?
Benehime’s voice was soft as new snow.
How could I come back to you now? What have you done to deserve me?

“I’ll do anything,” Nara whispered, digging her fingers into the white flesh of Benehime’s lovely shoulders.

Benehime bent down, cupping Nara’s chin in her burning fingers as she laid a kiss on Nara’s lips. Nara shuddered, her eyes slamming closed to shut out everything but the feel of the Shepherdess. It was a brief touch, barely more than a flash of heat, but it was enough to bring centuries of memories flooding back. Nara reached out desperately, clinging to the lost time when Benehime loved her best of all. But no matter how tightly she held them, the memories were flat. That time was gone, leaving her alone and forgotten, empty but for one burning desire.

When Nara opened her eyes again, she was no longer crying.

“Lady,” she promised. “I will be your favorite again, or I will die trying.”

Such talk, Nara
, Benehime said, stroking her hair.
Second in my heart is still beloved. Is that not enough?

“No,” Nara said, sitting up straight. “I know now, life without your attention is no better than death.” She reached out, seizing the Lady’s hand between her own. “Tell me what to do,” she whispered. “How can I make you love me best again?”

Benehime smiled and stood, taking Nara with her as though the Empress weighed nothing. She turned slightly, facing them toward the fleet that spread out across the sea.
I always loved you best as a conqueror
, she said.
Do you remember when I first found you? The wish you made?

“To bring all the world under righteous rule,” Nara said.

Benehime smiled.
It was those words that made me love you then. So audacious, so determined. If you want me to love you now as I did then, use the power I gave you to fulfill that wish. Give me the world, Nara. Be the conqueror, the righteous, perfect Empress I saw in you so long ago. Crush all who stand in your way, and maybe I will have reason to love you best again.

Nara leaned back, her hand going to the beautiful sword at her hip. “Watch me, Shepherdess,” she said, her voice firm as stone.
“You will see your conqueror in all her glory and terror. I will give you a world made perfect, a world without unfairness or disobedience. A world deserving of you.”

Benehime laughed, a beautiful chime, and leaned in to drop a kiss on the Empress’s forehead.

I’ll be watching.
Her whisper thrilled against Nara’s skin.
Do not disappoint me, darling star.

And then she was gone, her beautiful whiteness vanishing into the air, leaving only the blinding afterimage of a white line. Nara fell to her knees as the overwhelming feel of the Lady’s presence vanished. She knelt for several moments, clutching herself and trying not to sob at the loss. When she was sure of herself again, she stood and walked to the balcony’s edge, reaching out with her spirit as she did. The war palace answered at once.

“Hail, Empress,” the stones rattled.

“Are the ships loaded?”

“Yes, Empress,” the stone said. “The docks report that the last of your legions and the man called Den are boarded.”

Nara nodded. “Time to go.”

The stone gave a final, sobbing shudder before bowing to her will. “Yes, Empress. As you command.”

As the words faded, the war palace began to shake. The bay rocked as the tremors shot through the ground. She could dimly hear the cries of her men on the ships, but Nara brushed them aside, focusing her attention on the palace around her. She stretched out her spirit, wrapping it through the stone and down to the very roots of the mountain she’d used to form the fortress hundreds of years ago, and then, one by one, she ripped those roots out. The stone screamed every time she pulled one free, yammering in pain as she severed its connection to the world’s foundations.

Nara scowled.
Quiet.

The command left her with a stab of her will, and the screaming stopped. After that, the mountain bore the pain in silence as she tore the last of its roots free.

Move
, she said, pouring her will into the command.

The stone obeyed. With a great crash, the war palace Istalirin, and the mountain it was attached to, fell into the sea. The stone docks crumbled with a cut-off cry as the mountain fell on top of them, and the ocean rose up in a great wave from the impact, tossing her palace ships like toy boats. Her winds moved the moment she brushed them, tearing down from the sky and forcing themselves between the ships to cushion them as they bumped against each other. Other winds pressed on the water itself, flattening the bay until the sea was as smooth as glass and the war palace floated among the fleet, a true palace ship riding atop a great stone island.

“Empress,” the mountain’s voice was pleading. “I cannot hold, Empress. I will sink.”

“You will not,” the Empress said. She flung out her will, reaching over the bay, over her ships, and out into the ocean. The moment she hit open water, her spirit dove. She plunged into the water, ignoring the mad rush of the water spirits and sinking deep into the black abyss until she found what she wanted. At the bottom of the trench that ran along her continent was a current, one of the great highways of the sea. This current was not a spirit in itself, but a union of the tattered remains of shredded water spirits torn apart by the ocean’s pull. These spirits, no longer large enough to have minds of their own, banded together to flow as one in one direction, operating with a herd mind that had only one purpose: to flow. And that was the purpose Nara took.

She grabbed the current with her will. The water screamed and fought as she pulled it up, too mindless to care that she was a star. But Nara fought harder, crushing the spirits until the water cried out in surrender. When it was pliant in her grip, Nara pulled the
current up from the seafloor and into her bay. The deep, cold water flooded into the warm shallows with a scream, lifting her fleet in a great swell before slamming into the gap between her war palace and the seafloor. The palace shook in relief as the current lifted the uprooted mountain, floating it like a cork under Nara’s iron command.