Glen Cook - Working God's Mischief

Arnhand, Castauriga, and Navaya lost their kings. The Grail Empire lost its empress. The Church lost its Patriarch, though he lives on as a fugitive. The Night lost Kharoulke the Windwalker, an emperor amongst the most primal and terrible gods. The Night goes on, in dread. The world goes on, in dread. The ice builds and slides southward.

New kings come. A new empress will rule. Another rump polishes the Patriarchal Throne.

There is no new Windwalker, nor ever will be.

The shock reverberates across the world and the Night. The oldest and fiercest of Instrumentalities has been destroyed-by a mortal!

The world, battered by savage change, limps toward its destiny. And the ice is coming.

Brother Candle settled at the breakfast table, still sleep-groggy.

Look at him being smug. All fruit and berries, there.

A dozen people shared the table, Count Raymone Garetes intimates. His spouse, the Countess Socia, had made the disparaging remark.

Count Raymones cousin Bernardin said, Dont mind her, Master. Shes looking for a fight again. Or still. Calm down, girl. Peace has broken out. Enjoy it.

Brother Candle nodded. He agreed.

Socia knew it could not last.

The world would pull itself together and get back to the horrors soon.

Following a bite of melon, the old man observed, The world has rolled over complete when Bernardin Amberchelle is the voice of reason. To the Countess, so like a daughter after all they had suffered, he said, Control your emotions. For the sake of the child.

Socia was gravid in the extreme. That exacerbated her naturally abrasive character. The baby was overdue. It would be her first. She was plagued by all the first-time terrors. She refused to follow the custom of her station and go into seclusion.

Socia Garete was no ornament to her husband. She was a working partner, even a managing partner. She did not want to miss anything.

The Count, the Maysalean Perfect Brother Candle, and everyone else for whom she cared, and who cared for her, had abandoned hope of getting her to behave as a proper noblewoman.

Hell, she spent half her time with an equally injudicious commoner refugee heretic from Khaurene, Kedle Richeut. She idolized Kedle. Kedle Richeut had made a difference. Kedle had killed a king.

Brother Candle had known Socia since she was a bloody-minded teen living with three brothers in a small stronghold on the Connecs northeast frontier. Never had she shown the least inclination to be a good girl, focused on embroidery and producing children.

As always, Count Raymone showed only amused indulgence. He loved Socia with the passion and depth sung by the Connecs jongleurs, unusual in a time of negotiated marriages. But Raymone Garete had come into his patrimony young. Those who would have strapped him into a loveless political alliance had passed on before he could be fitted to harness.

Count Raymone had chosen Socia on brief exposure because he had recognized her instantly as a soul perfectly complementary to himself.

Count Raymone said, At this point, my love, you should listen attentively when the Master speaks.

Startled, Socia shut her mouth.

Raymone continued, I understand. I have my own problems adjusting to an absence of enemies. The fact is, we arent likely to have any till Anselin gets home or Serenity makes a startling comeback.

Bernardin said, Anselin shouldnt be a problem. He wont let his mother bully him. Ill bet a shilling now that he stuffs her into a convent.

Socia made snarling noises to remind everyone that she was in a foul humor. Still.

Raymone ignored her. I cant even fritter time chasing Society brothers. The survivors are hidden so deep theyve forgotten which way to swim to find the light.

Brother Candle grumbled, If they cared about the Light they wouldnt be in the Society for the Suppression of Sacrilege and Heresy in the first place.

Bernardin chuckled through a mouthful of salt pork. He professed the Maysalean creed but refused to observe its dietary whims. Been a few weeks since Ive nabbed one. But the rest arent buried as deep as they hope. The new bishop isnt as clever as he thinks.

LaVelle? Brother Candle asked.

The very one. The latest. Dumber than a keg of rocks but the first honest one since way back before Serifs. Im going to make sure he survives.

For a decade Episcopal Chaldarean bishops had shown a remarkable inability to stay healthy in a bishopric the Church was determined to scourge and flense for tolerating heresy.

Honest? Brother Candle asked.

Bernardin offered a wobbling hand gesture. Comparatively. He did bring along a clutch of deadbeat relatives. But hes no holy bandit like Meryl Pont or Mathe Richenau.

Count Raymone interjected, Darling, when was your last visit to Mistress Alecsinac? Alecsinac was her senior attendant midwife.

Clever, in Brother Candles thinking. Stopping Bernardin from admitting he had an agent close to the new bishop, in case LaVelle or the Society had an agent close to the Count.

There was a point to Raymones question beyond that.

Socia did not deliver a definitive response.

I thought so. Master. Once you finish, see my lady Socia to the midwife. Making no side trips and accepting no delays or excuses.

As you will. Brother Candle allowed himself a satisfied smile.

Count Raymone seldom invoked a husbands prerogative. When he did, he meant it. There was no appeal.

Brother Candle asked, Does LaVelle have any support from Brothe?

Amberchelle replied, Were trying to figure that out. Serenity appointed him, but only two days before they ran him off. Serenity didnt know him. He was put up by one of Anne of Menands tame Principats, Gorman Sleight. Sleight doesnt know LaVelle, either. He nominated LaVelle on behalf of Valmur Joss, one of the Society chiefs in exile in Salpeno. Joss is Connecten. But even he doesnt actually know LaVelle, whose name originally got dropped into the process by a cousin, Laci Lindop, another Connecten Society exile. LaVelle has no prior Church connection, except as a worshipper. So nobody knows what were getting.

The Perfect stared. Bernardin Amberchelle was a short, wide, dusky, rumpled man who looked like a dimwit thug. And he played that role on Raymones behalf. In private, though, he betrayed surprising depth.

Amberchelle winked.

Refusing to be left out, Socia asked, Do we know where Serenity went when he ran away from the Captain-General?

That would be the Commander of the Righteous, dear one. Piper Hecht. He used to be Captain-General, before Serenity. Pinkus Ghort is Captain-General now. Serenitys man, bought and paid for.

Not so much anymore, Bernardin said. Ghort gets on fine with the man Hecht installed in Serenitys place.

But where is Serenity? Socia demanded. And how big a pain is he likely to be?

Right now hes on Little Pinoch in the Pinoch Islands, off the Firaldian coast two-thirds of the way up between the mouth of the Teragi and the mouth of the Sawn. Hed be a major pain if he could but he cant communicate very well. Sonsa and Platadura are blockading him. Queen Isabeth intends to keep him fixed till she makes him pay for what happened to Peter.

He meant Isabeth of Khaurene, sister of Duke Tormond IV, wife and queen of Peter of Navaya. After an outstanding career taming the enemies of the Church, Peter had fallen defending his wifes home city from Arnhanders who had invaded with the blessing of the Church.

Serenity had an obsessive hatred of the Connec. He had suffered terribly when he was Patriarchal legate in Antieux. Before becoming Patriarch he had participated in several campaigns against Antieux.

Hell find ways to communicate, Socia muttered. Therell be a reason he fled to those islands.