Dave Duncan - When the Saints

It is a truth universally acknowledged that agreements negotiated in the dead of night rarely last as long as those signed in daylight.

The hour was late, but candles still burned in the royal palace in Mauvnik. After a long day, the kings first minister was still in his office. Cardinal Zdeneks working hours were legendary, even now, but age was weighing on him at last, and tonight he truly felt his years.

He had just opened critical negotiations with a wily and dangerous opponent. She went by the name of Lady Umbral. She was grandly attired in a gown of white samite, shot through with silk thread; her jewels would have ransomed a minor king. From her lofty steeple hat trailed a gossamer veil that hid her features. When Zdenek had met her eighteen years ago, she had seemed older than he; but now his hands were gnarled and obscenely marred by age spots, while hers, which were all that he could clearly see of her, were creamy and smooth. She might not even be the same woman. Umbral was just a title, like pope.

Some wine, my lady?

She declined, as he had expected. To drink she would have had to lift her veil, and she had not even done that when she kissed his cardinals ring.

Brother Daniel, Zdeneks secretary, sat dutifully at his desk behind the door, a gangling, scrawny young man, anonymous and unimportant in his Franciscan gray robe and leather eye patch. Several Brother Daniels took turns attending the cardinal; not all were genuine friars, but all were Speakers. The two companions the lady had brought with her sat side by side near the curtained windows, counting rosaries. They were dressed as senior servants, silent and anonymous, their faces concealed by the protruding brims and lappets of their bonnets. One of them would be a Speaker, too.

I am honored that you came in person, my lady, he said.

My pleasure. It is far too long since we crossed swords. Besides, I happened to be in the area. That might mean anywhere south of Sweden or west of Cathay.

I know you travel widely. How is Christendom?

Boiling with war and vice, plague and hunger, as usual. Her voice was low-pitched and her accent intriguingly unidentifiable. They were, of course, conversing in Latin. And how is Jorgary? Your king is still breathing sometimes, I understand. Quite a feat, that. Your crown prince continues to wallow in what all young men long to wallow in and rich ones actually do.

And the old condemn, forgetting their own past.

And yourself? she purred. Jorgary suffered a shattering defeat in the War of the Boundary Stone two years ago. Many bets were laid that your long reign had come to an end at last.

It was not on my recommendation that His Majesty decided to invade Bavaria. Konrad had been talked into it by the meddlesome crown prince, who saw himself as Jorgarys answer to Alexander the Great. The army had seen to it that the brat never got anywhere near the fighting, but the Bavarians had won hands down anyway.

You got blamed for it, Umbral said with a chuckle. Life is so unfair, isnt it? I suspect that the outcry still echoes, or you would not have called out to me for help. How can I assist, Your Eminence? som Eminenx201D;

Eighteen years ago, soon after Zdenek had been appointed King Konrads first minister, the woman had come to him, asking that a certain convicted rapist be spared the noose. The case had been odious, and Zdenek had been very reluctant to grant her wish. On the other hand, he had heard of her power and was not inclined to make an enemy of her. He set an impossible price on his cooperation by demanding a cardinals hat-a price to which Lady Umbral had quietly agreed.

So he arranged the royal pardon she sought, and within a month the pope had summoned him to Rome to be ordained a deacon and inducted into the College of Cardinals. That was true power! King Konrad had been so impressed that he had let Zdenek run the country for him ever since.

In all those years, Zdenek had communicated with Lady Umbral rarely, and always indirectly. This was only their second meeting, and the fact that she had come in person suggested that she might need something from him as much as he needed help from her.

Duke Wartislaw of Pomerania has invaded Jorgarian territory, he said.

She nodded impatiently.

Specifically, he is moving a monster bombard, known as the Dragon, down the gorge of the Ruzena River to lay siege to Castle Gallant.

Brave of him to launch such a venture so late in the year, she murmured. Hes a cunning young rogue, Wartislaw, yet inclined to be foolhardy. Of course, Castle Gallant stands athwart the Silver Road, and has been regarded as impregnable for centuries. Alas, those days are over and done with. It will blow away like a cloud of feathers if the Wends attack it with firearms. So you must stop the gun being emplaced. You need troops, Your Eminence, not a frail little woman like me.

Describing you as frail, my lady, would be like calling the Danube seepage. I need troops because Wartislaw is in league with the devil.

Ah! She breathed the word seductively. Satanism changed matters. Satanism was her business. You are sure of that?

Very. You have heard of Havel Vranov, Count Pelrelm, lord of the march?

The Hound of the Hills?

That one. All his life he has fought the Wends like a rabid hellcat, and now he has changed sides and is engaging in treason against Jorgary. He has also apostatized, gone over to the Greek Orthodox Church. His priest is a Speaker. Of that I am confident, if not quite certain. But that priest, Father Vilhelmas, who has repeatedly been seen in Havels company, was leading the vanguard of the Pomeranian army the day before yesterday. They were well inside Jorgarian territory.

Umbral laughed. If you are aware of what happened in one of your northern marches just two days ago, Your EminenctheYour Eme, then I question your moral right to censure the duke for dabbling in Satanism.

He smiled tolerantly. Two weeks ago, Count Bukovany and his son were struck down by Satanism. That news took eight days to reach me. Our minister of the army told me that it would be a month or more before he could assemble a force and deliver it to Cardice. Meanwhile, of course, Castle Gallant and the entire county were leaderless and vulnerable.

How tragic for you! Lady Umbral said with a crocodile chuckle. You faced a second disaster in less than two years. Your life flashed before your eyes, ending with the flash of the headsmans ax. The crown prince called in his hatter and began trying on crowns? Meanwhile, your entire team of Speakers is fully occupied keeping the old king alive and guarding you!

Again Zdenek refused to rise to her bait. I sent a new Speaker. He is young and inexperienced, but so far he has done a wonderful job. However, the Wends are unlikely to have limited themselves to one such helper-Hannibal took more than one elephant when he crossed the Alps. In short, my man needs to be reinforced. And Speakers moved much faster than conventional troops.

The woman lowered her head and touched a fingertip to her lips to indicate that she was thinking. I need to know more. Where did you find a spare falcon ^1 around?

I like to keep a few in reserve.

So do we all, and only the pope can ever afford to. The Saints currently supply you with five hirelings, two of whom are growing old-as we all are-and all of whom must be currently occupied. She glanced around briefly at Brother Daniel, but if she offered a smile, her veil hid it. The Church has five or six Speakers in Jorgary, possibly seven. So where did you find another? I wont help unless you give me all the facts.

Zdenek never lost his temper. It so happened that I had become aware of a new Speaker just the previous day. He was proud of his speedy reaction to an unexpected opportunity-the old warhorses mettle had not rusted yet. A young esquire recently came to Mauvnik to enlist in His Majestys Light Hussars. Twenty years old, the sort of arrogant whippersnapper who breaks ladies hearts and mens heads with equal abandon. A week ago, he pulled off an incredible demonstration of horsemanship before half the court, at a hunt in the royal forest.