L. E. Modesitt - Arms-Commander

ARMS- COMMANDER

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously.

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LORD-HOLDERS OF LORNTH

Southern Lords:

Lord /Holding

Henstrenn / Duevek

Keistyn / Hasel

Kelthyn / Veryna

Orsynn / Cardara

Mortryd / Tryenda

Rherhn / Khalasn

Jharyk / Nuelda

Jaffrayt / Fhasta

[None] / Rohrn

Northern Lords:

Lord / Holding

Barcauyn / Cauyna

Deolyn / Lyntara

Chaspal / Lohke

Maeldyn / Quaryn

Spalkyn / Palteara

Gethen / The Groves

Shartyr / Masengyl

Whethryn / Tharnya

The angels came with blades of gray,

and shining bright with silver slew

all those who fought in sun or dew,

then brought a bladed peace to stay.

Oh, do not fear the angels wrath,

Nor run with mans heroic herds.

More fear those golden sweetened words

Of lords whove strayed from orders path.

Westwind

I

In the late afternoon on the Roof of the World, the guards stood silent on the practice ground, their eyes fixed on the blackness rising just above the western horizon as Istril stepped out of the main door of Tower Black and crossed the causeway. Saryn, arms- commander and former command pi lot, stood beside Ryba of the swift ships of Heaven and Marshal of Westwind. The tip of the Marshals wooden practice wand touched the ground, and she gestured toward the silver- haired guard and healer to approach.

Istril continued her mea sured pace toward the Marshal and the arms-commander. The other guards waited, their eyes moving from the Marshal to Istril and back again, while Saryn of the flashing blades studied the darkness rising in the western sky.

The silver- haired healer halted three paces from Ryba and inclined her head. Marshal?

What do you think of that? Ryba glanced from the pregnant and silver- haired healer to the west, beyond the imposing ice needle that was Freyja. That has to be the engineer.

Darkness swirled into the sky, slowly turning the entire western horizon into a curtain of blackness that inexorably enfolded the sun, bringing an even earlier twilight to the Roof of the World. For a moment, Freyja shimmered white, then faded into the maroon darkness that covered the high meadows and Tower Black.

I could already feel the shivering between the black and white, Istril said slowly. So did Siret.

And you didnt tell me immediately? asked the Marshal.

What could we have done? Besides, its more than him.

More than the healer, too. Something bigger, a lot bigger. Ryba shook her head before asking, Do you still think it was right to send Weryl?

Hes all right. I can feel that. Istril paused. That means Nylan is, too... but theres a lot of pain there. Her eyes glistened, even in the dim-ness.

When the engineer gets into something... there usually is. Rybas voice was dry.

Saryn said nothing, wondering still how Ryba could be so chill.

He doesnt do anything unless its important. Istril continued to look past Ryba toward the horizon.

That just makes it worse, doesnt it? Rybas voice was rough.

Yes, ser.

Its worse because you forced him out, you and yourvisions. But Saryn did not speak the words, nor look in at the Marshal. Visions have high prices,and deeper costs.

After another period of silence, Istril nodded, then turned and walked swiftly back across the practice ground and the causeway into the tower.

For a time, Ryba continued to study the growing darkness of a too-early night as the faces of the guards shone bloodred in the fading light.

Then, Saryn gestured, silently, and the guards slipped away, filing quietly back into the tower for the duties that never ended.

The faintest of shivers ran through the ground beneath the Marshals and the arms- commanders feet, and the meadow grasses swayed in the windless still of unnatural twilight.

Another ground shudder passed, then another, as the gloom deepened.

The Marshal waited... and watched. Then, abruptly, she turned and walked back across the practice ground and the causeway into Tower Black.

Long after the Marshal had returned to Tower Black, Saryn remained on the stone causeway just outside the door to the tower, her eyes still gaz-ing toward the west and the darkness that glowed, framing the ice peak of Freyja, as if to suggest that even the mightiest peak on the Roof of the World was bounded by forces beyond mere nature.

Between darkness and darkness. Again, she did not voice her thoughts.

That, she had leaned from the engineer and the singer... that was unwise.

II

And the guards of Westwind hardened their hearts, hearts as cold and as terrible as the ice that never leaves Freyja, against the power of any man in any land under the sun. For Ryba had declared that Westwind would hold the Roof of the World for ages, and that Tower Black would stand unvanquished so long as any guard of Westwind remained.

Saryn of the black blades of death said nothing, although she demurred within her heart, for she knew that Westwind had been built of the darkness of Nylan and would stand unvanquished only until an heir of the darkness that had toppled great Cyador returned to Tower Black and cloaked the walls of Westwind in ice as cold and hard as that which covered Freyja, ages though it could be before such might come to pass.

Yet Westwind prospered, for to Ryba came women who had long since tired of bondage and of bearing children who, if male, too often died in warfare and mayhem or under the yoke of great labor and, if female, bore children until they died as well. For such women, the cold of the Roof of the World was the least of tribula-tions, and in their freedom, they took up the twin blades first forged by Nylan, then by Huldran, then others, who had learned well from the master of darkness.

And Saryn trained each and every one of them so that the least able of any who carried the twin blades was more than a match for twice her number, and with the bows formed of order itself by Nylan, even a man- at- arms in full armor was but as a fat boar ready for slaughter.

With those blades and shafts, they dispatched the brigands of the Westhorns so that traders and others could travel the heights unmolested, and for that safety, all were content to pay tariff to Ryba. Still, those who would cross the heights traveled but in late spring, summer, and early fall; for once the snows fell and the ice winds blew, none traveled the Roof of the World, save the angels of Westwind.

All was well in Westwind in the days that followed the fall of Cyador, for though the winters were long and chill, Tower Black was warm and well- provisioned...

Book of Ayrlyn, Section I [Restricted Text]

III

With the coming of spring on the Roof of the World, most of the snow around Tower Black and its outbuildings had finally melted, rushing down the stone- lined channels to the reservoir and the waterfall. The one exception was on a shaded section of the north side, where more than a yard of snow and ice yet remained. Once the reservoir was full, the water that came over the spillway followed the old channel to the cliff, where it poured downward into the small lake below, created by another stone-and- earth dam that Nylan had designed to provide power for the mill and ceramic works beyond the dam, although Saryn had been the one to oversee the actual construction.

Saryn walked swiftly along the south side of the stone road from the tower up toward the smithy. So early in the season, the ground around the tower was swampy, and her boots would have sunk up to the calf everywhere except the arms practice field, which had been laid over stone and was well drained, and the stone- paved roads and causeways. The starflowers had begun to bud, covering the stone cairns to the south and east with green, but the delicate blooms bent to a gentle though still- chill breeze out of the north. The south-facing sloping meadow to the north and east of the tower was a pale green haze. Saryn could remember all too well when it had been seared gray. Now, even the small stone cupola from where Nylan had wielded the last laser in all of Candar, and perhaps the first and last in the world, had been removed, its stones incorporated in the foundation of the larger complex of towers and quarters that Ryba had ordered begun the previous year. Just to the south of the foundation and the courses of stones that reached head height in some places was a low building the so- called guest cottage where messengers or travelers could stay, not that the interior was all that elaborate.