L. Modesitt Jr - Antiagon Fire

Quaeryt shivered. He opened his eyes to find himself looking up into a white sky, a sky from which flakes like icy needles jabbed at his exposed face. The low moaning of a deep winter wind filled his ears. Yet, for all that the icy needles fell upon his face, each one freezing, then burning, before penetrating his skin with a thread of chill that combined into a web that bled all warmth from his body there was no wind.

Standing around and above him, in a circle like pillars, looming out of the icy mist drifting down over him, were troopers in the blue-gray uniforms of Bovaria. Each Bovarian was coated in ice, and each stared down at him, as if to demand a reason why they stood there, frozen and immobile why he still lived and breathed.

Breathe?

Quaeryt tried, but his body was so chill, with the ice creeping up from the pure white fingernails of his immobile hands and from his equally white and unmoving toenails, that his chest did not move. Nor could he utter even a sound, his words as frozen as his body.

As he froze in the whiteness, the complete and utter stillness behind which moaned the winter wind of devastation, the dead troopers reproached him with their unmoving eyes and their silence

Quaeryt stretched, then rose from the table in the breakfast room in the summer chateau of the late High Holder Paitrak. Bhayar had eaten and departed before Quaeryt and Vaelora had come down from their tower chamber.

You dont have to rush, Vaelora said quietly, in the high Bovarian she and Quaeryt always used when alone. You should have more tea. You had another dream last night, didnt you?

He nodded. Theyre not quite as often. After a moment he added, But I do need to get ready.

Youre not meeting with Bhayar until eighth glass.

I worry about it.

What can he do? You handed him a great victory, and hes now ruler of both Telaryn and Bovaria.

Quaeryt raised his eyebrows. Theyd talked about that the night before.

All right. Ruler of the eastern half of Bovaria and maybe the west and north, his wife conceded. He cant exactly punish you for success.

No but he can keep me as a subcommander and send me off to subdue the north, the northwest, the south, or the southwest.

The High Holders of the south already pledged allegiance, she reminded him.

Just those in the southeast.

Has he heard anything from the lands of Khel?

He hadnt yesterday evening, and if the new Pharsi High Council there rejects his proposal Quaeryt shrugged.

Theyd be fools to do so. Vaelora sighed, shaking her head slightly so that the wavy curls in her light brown hair seemed to ripple. No, dearest, you dont have to tell me how many fools there are in this world. She smiled.

As he looked into her brown eyes, he couldnt help but smile back at the woman who had raced across half of Lydar to bring him back from the near-dead. After a moment he replied, I fear that he may send me as an envoy.

To prove to the Khellans that you are everything that Major Calkoran was sent to tell them you are?

Something like that. Quaeryt walked to the window, where he reached out to pull back the curtains, then stopped for a moment to reposition his hand slightly. The two fingers on Quaeryts left hand still didnt work, more than two weeks after Vaelora had finally roused him from a semicoma. While they didnt hurt, and he could move them with his other hand, neither finger would respond to his desire to move. At least, with his thumb and the other fingers, he could hold and lift things. Or draw curtains. He was still disconcerted when he saw his fingernails-snow-white, just like every strand of hair on his body.

He eased back the curtains and looked out to the west. Most of the snow and ice his imaging had created to end the battle of Variana had melted, but the land was brown and sere, and the extreme chill had destroyed or rendered unusable many of the buildings on the west side of the River Aluse, excepting, of course, the Chateau Regis, whose walls were now alabaster white and nearly indestructible, not that anyone within had survived.

You think the Pharsi will balk? asked Vaelora gently.

You know they will. Thats not the question. Quaeryt released the curtains and turned, catching sight of himself in a small mirror on the wall. His brown-tinted green uniform-the only one of that shade in all of the Telaryn forces, reflecting his background as a scholar-looked trim enough, although he knew it was looser than it had been, if somewhat darker than he recalled. What happens after that is what matters.

Thats why hell send you and no one else. Khel is two-thirds the size of old Bovaria. He doesnt want to reconquer what Kharst already bled Bovaria dry to gain.

If he wants them to agree to his rule, hell have to allow their High Council to act as would a provincial governor. Perhaps he might appoint the head councilor as provincial governor.

Im sure you can persuade him of that, dearest.

That meant, Quaeryt knew, that Vaelora was telling him he needed to. Thank you.

Youre most welcome.

A slight cough at the archway to the breakfast room reminded Quaeryt of the serving girl. He turned. Yes?

Would there be anything else, sir and Lady? asked the serving girl in the rougher accent of low Bovarian. Even after almost two weeks, the girl would not look directly at either of them.

That was hardly surprising, Quaeryt reflected, and something that hed likely encounter for some time to come. But that too will pass. Everything passes in time.

Another pot of tea, if you would, said Vaelora, in high Bovarian.

Nothing more for me, replied Quaeryt, also in high Bovarian.

Once the girl had provided more tea and retreated to the serving pantry, and Quaeryt had reseated himself across the table from his wife, he continued. How would you suggest that I approach the matter? He is your brother.

Just tell him.

Quaeryt laughed softly. Thats easier said than done.

You havent had problems in the past.

That was before we wed.

Im certain youve done so since then, dearest.

Quaeryt shook his head. Perhaps its not about that at all.

He has no other choice. Why are you so worried about it? Youll do whats necessary, and hell accept the inevitable.

I dont want to leave you. Not after everything.

I dont want you to leave Vaelora looked down.

But?

We both have to do what must be done. And if Bhayar has to settle Khel by force, it will be so much the worse.

He still might have something else in mind.

How likely is that, dearest?

With Bhayar, its always possible.

Vaelora raised her eyebrows.

Quaeryt decided against further speculation as to what Bhayar would do, and asked, How are you feeling now?

Much better after the first three months, my stomach settled. She made a wry face. Now it is merely growing. What will you do after you meet with Bhayar?

Return and tell you, then, if necessary, gather officers and imagers and tell them

They continued to talk until Quaeryt rose to make his way to meet with Bhayar.

At half a quint before eighth glass, Quaeryt arrived in the second-floor corridor outside the study Bhayar had appropriated until the repairs and the refurbishing of the Chateau Regis were completed.

The captain stationed there inclined his head, more than perfunctorily, Subcommander, sir.

Just wait until the bells strike the glass.

Yes, sir.

Quaeryt did note that as soon as the first chime echoed down the wide hallway, the captain turned, walked to the study door, and rapped upon it. Subcommander Quaeryt, sir. Before Bhayar finished speaking, the captain opened the dark oak door and motioned for Quaeryt to enter.