Warrior King, page 7
Their first day and a half in Hollenbeck had them travelling through dense forest, the road little more than a trail, but once they reached Zarnau, the trees lessened, and the path became easier to traverse.
After setting out one morning, they came upon a fork in the road with a sign indicating the capital lay to the right. However, of greater interest to Ludwig were the seven horsemen waiting there, watching their approach.
Sigwulf rode ahead, exchanged words with them, then returned to the carriage. “We have an escort,” he said. “Sir Roderick of Tollingsbruck, the same fellow who helped us get inside the walls of Harlingen during the war. He brings greetings from His Grace, the duke, but prefers we press on to Klermacht.”
“How far is it?”
“Twenty miles. We probably wouldn’t get there till well after dark.”
“Tell him we accept and look forward to meeting Lord Ulfric.”
Sigwulf returned to the knight and spoke briefly, then their new escort turned around and headed off in the direction of the capital. They set a brisk pace, stopping only to rest and water the horses.
With nothing else to occupy his mind, Ludwig began to worry that a war was brewing here. That, in turn, led him to the idea that a Stormwind or Sartellian might be causing trouble.
Klermacht, once it came into view, lacked walls like Harlingen but proved to be much larger than he’d expected. The duke’s castle sat upon a hill in the centre of town, dominating the flat land surrounding it. Ludwig’s Royal Keep back home paled in comparison to this stronghold, and he found himself staring at it in fascination, even as they rode through the city.
“This is quite the place,” noted Father Vernan. “I shall have to see if I can arrange a visit to the Cathedral of the Saints while I’m here. It’s said to be a wonder of the Continent.”
“Cathedral of the Saints? I don’t believe I’m familiar with that.”
“It’s an immense building with prayer houses for all six Saints. Originally, they intended it to house the hierarchy of the Church, but then we grew so large we required more space, so the Antonine was selected instead.”
“How long ago was this?” asked Ludwig.
“Centuries before the downfall of the Old Kingdom.”
“But wouldn’t that place it within the borders of Therengia?”
“Indeed, but they found many converts amongst the population, and the local governor didn’t mind if it kept the people happy.”
“Fascinating,” said Ludwig. “I was under the impression the Old Kingdom suppressed the Church of the Saints.”
“That’s what they want you to believe,” said Father Vernan.
“They, being?”
“The rulers of the Petty Kingdoms. Ever since the Old Kingdom was destroyed, there’s been this fear that it would rise from the ashes and its people would exact their revenge.”
“And now it appears they have,” said Ludwig. “At least that’s the rumour, although I’ve a hard time believing they’d come seeking retribution. I imagine they’d prefer to be left alone, but now I’m getting off topic. Are you suggesting the Church flourished under them?”
“I’m not certain I’d use that particular term, but the worship of the Saints did become more commonplace. In those days, the temples of the Old Gods were still common, and I’ve read that in some places, our own Holy Fathers worked hand in hand with them for the betterment of the community. It stands to reason, considering we preach acceptance, but not every member of the Church agrees with those teachings, particularly those higher up.”
“I’m surprised to hear you say that,” said Ludwig. “Don’t tell me you’re becoming disenchanted with your faith?”
“Not my faith, merely those who twist the words of the Saints to their own advantage.” He hesitated. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to speak of this, but it’s become clear to me over the last few years that the Church of the Saints is becoming more fractious.”
“Temple Commander Charlaine wrote about the Cunars’ treachery. Could that be related?”
“Perhaps,” replied Father Vernan, “but there’s nothing you or I can do about it. It might be best if we concentrate instead on our visit here, to Hollenbeck?”
“I agree, but let me know if you hear anything further on the matter. As king, I need to keep informed about anything that may impact my subjects.”
“I will, most assuredly.”
* * *
They entered the castle’s courtyard gate, where His Grace stood waiting, an imposing figure with a mane of red hair matching his bushy beard. He wasn’t quite as tall as Sigwulf but was broader of chest than the northerner.
Ludwig waited until the carriage rolled to a halt, then stepped down onto the cobblestones.
“Your Majesty,” said Duke Ulfric. “You honour us with your visit.”
“It is I who am honoured,” replied Ludwig. “I’m only sorry I couldn’t have come sooner.” He beckoned the Holy Father forward. “This is Father Vernan, and you know Lord Sigwulf; he’s one of my generals now.”
“A general, you say? How fortuitous. We may have need of his services.”
“Are you at war, Your Grace?”
“No, not as yet, but there’ve been some demands of late. Come inside, and I’ll inform you of the details.” He led Ludwig and the Holy Father inside while Sigwulf and Sir Roderick saw to the escort.
“You must pardon the lack of festivities,” the duke continued. “We only learned of your arrival two days ago. Not that we don’t appreciate it, but there was little time to prepare for a king‘s visit.”
“Think of me not as a king but as an equal. After all, we are both rulers of our respective lands. Now, let’s dispense with all this formality, shall we? Tell me about this trouble you’re having? I understand it’s with Mirantha?”
“Yes. A border dispute. Lacking a river to our east, there is no clear demarcation of our respective borders.”
“Have you had any border issues before?”
“Not for centuries, but recent developments have changed that.”
“What’s happened?”
“Not long ago, a bright light fell from the sky. This is all speculation, but it is reported to have landed in the disputed territory.”
“And you think it may be ithilium?”
“Ithilium?”
“Sorry,” said Ludwig. “I meant godstone, or perhaps sky metal might be more appropriate, considering Father Vernan’s presence.”
“Yes, which means that somewhere out there is a rare metal worth a king’s ransom.”
“In an area you both claim?”
“Precisely,” replied Ulfric.
“Is there anything else there of import?”
“No. It’s largely wilderness.”
“An interesting development,” said Ludwig. “I assume your counterpart sent some form of demand?”
“Yes. He warned us not to interfere with his expedition. Presumably, he’s sending people there to search for the sky metal.”
“I assume you plan a similar action?”
Lord Ulfric’s mouth hung open, but to his credit, he recovered quickly. “How in the name of the Saints did you know that?”
“It’s what I would’ve done.”
Father Vernan interrupted. “Who rules in Mirantha?”
“Augustinian the Second, named, I’m told, after the Saint himself.”
“Might I suggest I talk to him on your behalf? The Church is renowned for being neutral in such disputes.”
“I have a better idea,” offered Ludwig. “I shall travel there myself and arrange a meeting between the two of you. I’m certain we can come to a reasonable settlement if we sit down and discuss things face to face.”
“Where would we meet?” asked Ulfric. “I doubt he’d be willing to come to Klermacht, and I’m certainly not going to risk entering his lands, not while he’s making claims on my territory.”
“Would you find it acceptable to meet in Hadenfeld if I can arrange it?”
“Yes, but I fear you’ll have a difficult job convincing him. He’s said to be an unreasonable fellow, subject to fits of rage on occasion.”
“And where did you hear this?”
“From one of my advisors.”
“This advisor wouldn’t happen to have the name Sartellian by chance?”
“No,” replied the duke. “Her name is Sirellia, Sirellia Stormwind.”
“Ah, I understand now,” said Ludwig. “I’m sorry, I should have warned you sooner. The Stormwinds have been involved in several troubling situations in the last few years.”
“But they’re renowned throughout the Petty Kingdoms.”
“I have it on good authority they serve Halvaria.”
At the mention of the empire’s name, the duke went silent. Ludwig waited, allowing him to consider the ramifications.
“What is the source of this information?” asked Ulfric.
“I was told so by none other than a Temple Commander of Saint Agnes, who witnessed their treachery first-hand.”
“It would not be wise to question the honesty of such an individual,” added Father Vernan.
“No,” said the duke. “I suppose it wouldn’t.” He shifted his gaze back to Ludwig. “If what you say is true, does that mean they plot to incite war?”
“Most likely,” replied Ludwig, “but our knowledge gives us the advantage.”
“How so?”
“I will travel to Mirantha and convince Augustinian to meet with you in Hadenfeld. I’ll send word once I’ve arranged where this meeting is to take place.”
“And in the meantime?”
“Do nothing to antagonize Mirantha, and if Sirellia Stormwind pushes you on the matter, delay her by any means necessary.”
“And if Augustinian marches into my lands with his army?”
“It won’t come to that, but should it prove necessary, I’ll march the Army of Hadenfeld to help you repel the invasion.”
7
The Capital
Summer 1105 SR
Charlotte watched Frederick and Kenley take turns hitting a training dummy with wooden swords.
Gita nodded towards the young prince. “Your son wants to be a warrior like his father.”
“He’s only five. I don’t think he even understands what that means. It is nice, however, to see him enjoying himself. He and Kenley are inseparable despite the three years separating them.”
“My son sees Frederick as a brother. I’ve tried to explain he’s a prince now, but you know how children are.”
“It’s fine,” said Charlotte. “And when they grow up, Kenley can remind Frederick that even a royal must behave.”
Captain Gustavo opened the door and stepped in.
“Not trouble, I hope?” asked Charlotte.
“I couldn’t actually say,” the captain replied. “You have a visitor, Majesty, or rather, the court has a visitor. A Temple Commander of Saint Cunar.”
“Is there any indication of what he wants?”
“He has not deigned to reveal his intentions, although he graciously requested an audience. He also surrendered his sword without being asked. I sensed he’s dealt with royalty before.”
Charlotte stood, meeting the gaze of Liesel, her personal caregiver, when she needed one. “Would you be so kind as to keep an eye on the children? I’m required in the throne room and wish Gita to accompany me.”
The woman offered a bow. “Of course, Majesty. I’d be delighted.”
“Gustavo, fetch this Cunar, but give us a few minutes before you bring him in.”
“As you wish,” replied the captain.
Charlotte headed towards the throne room, her friend walking beside her.
“A Temple Commander,” said Gita. “What do you suppose he wants?”
“I can’t imagine, but whatever it is, it won’t be good.”
“What makes you say that?”
“If you recall, Temple Commander Charlaine revealed the Cunars tried to intervene in the defence of Angvil.”
“Yes, but we’re nowhere near the empire. Perhaps they seek permission to build a new temple?”
“Then why send a Temple Knight? Wouldn’t a prior or a Holy Father be more appropriate? And why a Temple Commander—that’s a senior rank.”
“I suppose we’ll have to wait and see,” replied Gita. “Should I fetch the general?”
“Yes. That would be for the best. And while you’re at it, find your husband; I might need his counsel. Don’t worry. I won’t start without you.”
Gita quickened her pace, turning down a side corridor.
* * *
“Let him in,” said the queen. Gita and Merrick stood on her left, with Cyn on her right. Captain Gustavo and six guards entered the throne room, then the guards split to either side. Gustavo continued, halting ten paces into the room before offering a bow. “Temple Commander Amarand of the Temple Knights of Saint Cunar,” he announced, then stepped aside and allowed the knight to proceed.
The Temple Commander cut a fine figure in his plate armour and dark grey surcoat, a sword emblazoned in gold thread on his tabard denoting his rank. Other than that, he could’ve passed for any other member of the order.
He advanced to the throne, then went down on one knee and offered a bow. “Your Majesty, I am honoured that you granted me an audience.” He stood and made a show of surveying the room. “Your pardon, Majesty, but I was led to believe the king would be present as well.”
Charlotte looked at Gustavo, her head tilted to the side, an eyebrow raised in question. The captain stood his ground. “I informed the Temple Commander he’d been granted an audience with the ruler of Hadenfeld, Majesty. My apologies if I neglected to indicate which one.”
She looked back at her guest. “My husband and I are co-rulers, Temple Commander. It’s not common amongst the Petty Kingdoms, but then again, my husband is no ordinary king.” She paused, letting her words sink in. “Do I know you?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” replied Amarand, “but I assure you, I was chosen for this duty because I am an exemplary member of my order.”
“And a humble one at that, Temple Commander. What makes you such an example of excellence?”
The fellow stood up straighter as he puffed out his chest. “I have served the order for more than twenty years, Majesty, fighting with great distinction in the Church’s name many times.”
“Were you at the Battle of the Wilderness?”
Charlotte noted the clenching of his jaw, but he kept control of his emotions. That defeat had seen the death of hundreds of Temple Knights, resulting in a loss of face for the entire Cunar order.
“I regret I was not, Majesty, although I did serve in the previous campaign in the east. I was only a Temple Captain at that time.”
“And what brings you to my court today?”
“I seek an audience with the King of Hadenfeld, Majesty.”
“To what end?”
He offered a smile. “I come bearing glorious news. Harlingen has been selected to host a new commandery for the order.”
“Have you come here to gloat?”
“My apologies, Majesty. I was under the impression you were familiar with requests of this nature. It is customary for the realm bestowed such an honour to offer a grant of land for the commandery to be built on.”
Charlotte knew the custom, for she and Ludwig had done precisely that for the Temple Knights of Saint Mathew. However, this visitor believed her to be uneducated in such things, something which she intended to use to her advantage.
Amarand, perhaps taking her silence for confusion, pressed his case. “A commandery here will bring glory to the Saints.”
“You mean to Saint Cunar,” corrected Merrick.
“I am addressing the Crown, not a mere courtier. You should keep your comments to yourself.”
“My apologies, Temple Commander. I meant no offence.”
“Lord Merrick is the Baron of Drakenfeld,” said Charlotte, “and a close friend of both the king and myself.”
The Temple Commander bowed his head. “Please forgive me, Majesty. It is a long way from the Antonine, and the trip proved exhausting.”
“Then perhaps you should seek a rest before coming before this court.” She stood. “You may return in two days, once you’ve properly rested. Hopefully, you can then demonstrate the behaviour appropriate to one of your rank.”
The commander opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted him. “Captain Gustavo, you may escort the visitor from the keep.”
“Yes, Majesty.” The captain stood before the Temple Commander, with the men of the Royal Guard assuming positions on either side. Amarand made a curt bow, then turned and strode from the room.
Charlotte waited until the doors closed before collapsing back onto her throne.
Gita moved closer, taking the queen’s shaking hands in her own. “It’s all over now.”
“Not over, merely delayed.”
“But the worst of it is past. You’ve faced down the dragon; the next time he visits, he’ll show you proper respect.”
“What if I’ve only made things worse?”
“Have no fear on that account,” said Merrick. “Ludwig would’ve likely done exactly as you did.”
“I disagree,” said Gita. “I believe the queen handled that far better than the king would’ve. You are a true diplomat, Charlotte. It’s not an easy thing to stand up to someone like that.”
Charlotte turned to Merrick. “As Chancellor of the Realm, you know the law better than anyone. Are Temple Commander Amarand’s claims valid?”
“It is certainly customary to grant land to the Church on occasion, but I am aware of no law compelling you to do so. Then again, we have the precedent of granting land for the building of a commandery for the Temple Knights of Saint Mathew. He’ll likely use that as leverage when he returns.”
“Leverage? Are you suggesting he will try to bully his way into Harlingen?”
Merrick cleared his throat. “The Church of the Saints wields power at the highest levels across the length and breadth of the Petty Kingdoms. By extension, the Temple Knights are the protectors of that institution, and I think the Temple Commander will do whatever he feels necessary to accomplish his objectives.”
