Category: Novel

A Ranger shall ever comport himself with the utmost moral rectitude. He shall permit not his actions, his person, nor the venerable Rangers to be sullied or disparaged, for he stands as the very personification of the Senate and the Republic. A Ranger shall ne’er permit himself nor his deeds to tarnish the honor of any soul, save in the earnest pursuit of his sacred duty. Should a Ranger find himself unable to uphold this solemn charge, he must employ all measures within his grasp to restore the honor of the Rangers. – Tenet of Honor, Creed of the Ranger

RIN

“Good night, Illana,” Rin said, “I’ll try to come see you before morning patrol. If not, I’ll come here afterwards.” He took a step off the dais, but Illana held his arm tight.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Illana asked, a warning tone in her voice.

“To the embassy,” Rin answered. He felt Illana’s anger through their connection.

“Why would you be going to the embassy?” Illana asked with a cool tone that belied the fire in her eyes and through their connection.

“Regulations require me to stay at the non-commissioned officers’ quarters in the barracks,” Rin said, keeping his own voice calm. Selene and Sasha were suddenly between the two of them. Selene looked over Rin’s shoulder at Morelli, who was waiting patiently as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

“Ranger Morelli, would you be so kind as to inform your superiors that Rin will report to them in the morning? Also, would you please come and retrieve him in the morning?”

“Now, wait just a damn minute Selene-” Rin started.

“Of course, Hero Onale,” Morelli said. “Sergeant, I’ll see you in the morning.” Morelli saluted, did a smart turn on his heel, and strode out of the room in perfect martial fashion.

“Illana, why don’t you retire for the night?” Sasha asked, keeping her eyes fixed on Rin. “Don’t worry. He’ll be up in a bit. Selene and I need to talk with him.”

“Thank you, Lady Sonya,” Illana said. Crystal Guardsmen escorted her out of the throne room. Rin felt a warmth flow through their connection when she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him as she walked out the doors. Once the heavy doors shut, Rin spun on the two women.

“You not only undercut my authority with my subordinate, but you completely disregarded my duty to the Republic!”

“Rin, calm down,” Selene said, but Sasha put her hand on Selene’s arm.

“You’re right on the first point,” Sasha said, “Selene should not have asked Ranger Morelli to leave. We should have let you handle that.”

“You’re also assuming that I can stay here. Rangers are required to stay at the embassy.”

“Rin, you were already being very loose with that, and we all know it,” Sasha said. “Otherwise, you would have come to Lisandra first. As every other ranger is required to do.”

“There were exigencies of the hunt,” Rin said.

“Of course,” Selene said, with that knowing tone. Rin narrowed his eyes. He hated when she used that tone.

“Rin, we’re not trying to dismiss your devotion to what you see as your duty,” Sasha said.

“Stop. You’re both doing that thing where you play off each other so that I can’t argue,” Rin said. The two women looked at each other for a long moment. Then, they laughed. Rin just looked at the pair as they laughed.

“You’re right,” Selene said. “We were. Which isn’t fair to you. So, let’s make this simple. The two of you need each other. You know it. She knows it. We know it.”

“That doesn’t change what is required of me,” Rin said.

“Yes, you have a duty to your republic, but I’m sure the ambassador will understand,” Sasha said. Rin felt his frustration

“Why are you both fighting me so hard on this?” Rin asked.

“Look at all of us. Of our little band, none of us who survived our adventure have had particularly good lives after we brought Illana home. None of the happiness we expected. Your reunion with the princess is the one bright point in this mess. Reminds us of better times.”

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea for me to sleep near her,” Rin said.

“Like when you slept next to her for the two months when we travelled back to Lisandra?” Sasha asked.

“Because that’s all we did! We just slept next to each other! We never went any farther!” Rin shot back before he could stop himself.

“Of course, you didn’t,” Selene said. “If we thought you were going to, we would have sat on the two of you to keep you apart.” She traded a look with Sasha. “Not that I think we could have even if we tried. The princess was very determined, if I remember correctly. The point is that we knew we could trust you then. Just like we know we can trust the two of you now.” Rin looked down at the floor, not wanting either of the women to see his eyes.

“Are you sure?” Rin asked. “I’m not the innocent boy I was back then. I didn’t know what I was missing.” Two sets of eyes narrowed.

“You—” Selene looked scandalized.

“What did you expect? I was sure I’d never step foot on this continent again. What exactly would I have been saving myself for?”

“Illana is not some whore you bedded back in the Republic,” Sasha replied, “You know that. I can see it in your eyes every time you look at her. Can you honestly tell me that you would do anything to hurt her?”

“Go to Illana,” Selene said, walking over and embracing Rin in a crushing hug. “We’ll see you in the morning.” Selene walked out of the throne room. Rin looked over at Sasha.

“Stop stalling and go upstairs,” Sasha said, “You both need your rest. I have a feeling this will be the best night’s sleep either of you have had for a decade.”

Rin decided to stop fighting and let himself be pushed up the stairs to the Imperial Quarters. He walked into Illana’s room. Illana was already in bed, so he held her hand until she fell asleep – much as he did the first night after their return to Lisandra. Then, he kissed the top of her head, threw some blankets on the floor, and went to sleep. When Rin woke up, he felt like he just had the first truly good sleep in longer than he could remember. Sasha was right. Damn it.

“Rin, stop moving,” Illana said, drowsily. She snuggled up tighter against him. She was so warm. He’d forgotten how warm she was in the morning.

“Illana, what are you doing down here?” Rin asked.

“I’m trying to sleep. Quit talking and go back to sleep. The maids will be in here soon enough to wake me.” Rin’s protests died as Illana nuzzled his chest. He enjoyed the moment’s peace. Sweet Protector, he forgot how much he missed waking up next to Illana. He stroked her pale golden hair.

“You’re not sleeping, are you?” Illana murmured. There was an odd mix of amusement and annoyance in their connection.

“No,” Rin answered. She looked up at him, and he fought down familiar urges. She was so beautiful in the first light of morning. So many things he forgot over the last ten years.

“I suppose I should be flattered,” Illana said with a mischievous smile as she moved in closer. “Am I that desirous now?” Rin felt his cheeks heat. She leaned even closer and whispered into his ear. “That’s what you get for making me blush in front of Selene and Robar yesterday.”

“Wicked girl,” Rin said. She gave a mock pout. Rin chuckled and bent down to kiss her. She pulled away and crinkled her face.

“What?” Rin asked.

“You didn’t have this the last time I woke up next to you,” Illana said, rubbing the morning stubble on his face. Rin was amazed at how comforting the touch felt.

“It’s itchy.” Illana gave him an imperious look. “You will tend to that as soon as we are roused by the staff.” They both chuckled and kissed again.

“Yes, your highness. As you command, your highness,” Rin said. They both grinned at the old joke. Satisfied, Illana tilted her head up. Rin was more than happy to oblige. Before their lips could touch, the doors to Illana’s room slammed open. Rin gripped the butt of his revolver, but just barely kept him from bringing it up. Sasha stormed into the room, her green dress swirling with motion. Sasha fixed the pair with a stern glare that brought back the memory of the first time Illana snuck into his bedroll.

“What under the Light’s shadow are the two of you doing?” Sasha almost screamed the question.

“Um, I can explain,” Rin said, feeling a different heat rising in his cheeks. Sasha strode over to the two of them and took a deep breath. Then, her anger melted into amusement, and she burst out into laughter.

“Never mind,” Sasha said before either could answer. “Rin, laid down here after watching Illana fall asleep, and Illana climbed under the blankets at some point in the night.”

“Something like that,” Rin answered.

“Would you two do us a favor and just sleep in the bed?” Sasha asked. “It will give the maids less to imagine. One of them told me you were in the middle of wild lovemaking when she came to wake you. I should have known better.”

“I thought you trusted me,” Rin said. “Or at least, that’s what you implied last night.”

“You, I trust, but I wasn’t so sure about you,” Sasha said, pointing at Illana.

“How can you say that?” Illana asked. Sasha looked down at the blankets on the floor and then back at the princess. Illana blushed. Sasha walked over and loomed over the pair.

“Rin, your things are in the consort’s room across the suite. Would you go get cleaned up? I need to have a talk with the princess.” Rin looked down at Illana, who nodded her agreement. As soon as Rin walked out of Illana’s bedchamber, he felt much of the peace leave him to be replaced by the familiar pain. It was as if a shadow blotted out most of the sun suddenly returned after a brief respite. With more effort than normal, Rin pushed down the emotions swirling in his mind.

Damn, what is that woman doing to me? Rin thought as he walked across to the consort’s room. It was smaller, but no less opulent than Illana’s bedroom. His saddlebags sat on a sofa. Much to his dismay, someone emptied them. Damn it, there were things in those bags that shouldn’t be handled by inexperienced people. Five uniforms and other clothes were in the armoire. That was strange. He only kept two uniforms in his bags. Rin ran his fingers over the uniforms. Two were the standard cotton and wool but laundered and patched better than any of the cleaning establishments he used back in the Republic. The other three were soft elven silk. When had the Palace’s seamstresses had time to tailor these? Rin searched through the rest of the room. Most of his other things were placed into drawers of the writing desk. On the top of the writing desk was a silver plate holding a folded note with “Sergeant Rinaldo Acciaio” in Republican script on the outside. The wax seal bore the star sigil of the Rangers.

Sergeant, the note began in stiff, angular letters, Corporal Morelli reported you were asked to stay at the Crystal Palace while you were in Lisandra. Consider this written authorization for you to use lodgings outside of the barracks for the term of your detachment. Further, consider this your written orders that Corporal Giancolo Morelli is assigned to you as your junior, also for the duration of your detachment. As was requested by the regent, Corporal Morelli will fetch you for the morning patrol briefing. Please be prepared to detail your hunt, the quarry, as well as the role that the rangers may be called upon to play in the upcoming hostilities between the Crystal Palace and the Purists. The note was signed by Major Agnelli. Folded up with the note were copies of Rin’s detachment orders from Fort Killian in the Badlands to the Republican Embassy, as well as the standing patrol orders for Jeweled Empire patrol circuit. Rin glanced over them but didn’t see anything unusual. Most of it boiled down to following regulations and try not to kill anyone who didn’t need killing. As Rin refolded the letter, there was a soft knock on the door. Before he could even turn to open the door, a pair of elven women walked in carrying a crystal basin and a pitcher of steaming water. As they placed the items on the dry sink in the far corner, a tall, thin man in the formal livery of the Crystal Palace walked into the room.

“Hero Acciaio, I am Steward Liat,” the man said, with a stiff half-bow. “Lady Sonya requested me to be your personal steward while you are in the Crystal Palace. If you need anything, please let me know.” Liat’s perfectly neutral face split into a grin that didn’t seem natural.

“Thank you?” Rin said, his voice turning the words into a question. Rin wasn’t sure how to handle the steward. Personal servants were forbidden among the rangers, even for those from wealthy or Senate families.

“I would normally recommend a bath, Hero Acciaio, but a Ranger Morelli is in the palace reception hall who says he is here to retrieve you,” Liat said, “If you would care to freshen up and shave, the morning meal will be served shortly.”

“Morelli’s here already?” Rin asked, looking in the drawers. He found his shaving kit and rushed over to the basin.

“Yes, Hero Acciaio,” Liat answered with the neutral formality of an exasperated servant. Rin remembered that tone well enough from his last time in Lisandra.

“Damn it. Don’t bother with the meal then,” Rin said, “I’ll grab some trail bread or something on the way over to the embassy.”

“Her highness expects you to join her for the morning meal,” Liat said, with the barest hint of reproval, as if Rin should have known. Rin grunted as he nicked himself with the razor.

“Do what you have to do, then,” Rin said, frustration filling his voice. He took a deep breath and turned to Liat, who was waiting patiently by the door.

“Thank you, Liat.” The elf did that formal half-bow again, smartly turned, and walked out the door with almost military precision. Rin finished shaving, did a quick wash, and pulled out a uniform. Just by chance, Rin grabbed one of the new uniforms. It matched the requirements, but the cut was slightly different, and the elven silk was softer than the cotton and wool.

Rin threw as much as he could into his saddlebags. He didn’t know how long Morelli had been waiting, and he didn’t dare be late for morning patrol. Rangers were not late for morning patrol. Of all the creature comforts in the room, why couldn’t the damn elves make sure there was a damned clock? He slung the saddlebags over his shoulder and picked up his rifle as he walked out of the chamber. Illana was waiting as he walked out of the consort’s quarters. Her eyes went wide as he stepped into the sitting room. A brilliant smile spread across her face. Rin paused as he watched her. Protector, Illana was radiant. She walked over and ran her hands over his shaven cheeks and tunic.

“Now I understand what Lady Sonya meant about men in uniform,” Illana said. “The seamstresses did a very good job. I think you look good enough for me to let you out in public without embarrassment.” Illana went on her tiptoes and chastely kissed Rin on the cheek.

“Speaking of which, I’m needed at the embassy,” Rin said. He kissed her on her forehead. “I hope to be back before supper, but we’ve got a busy day.”

“You’re going now?” Illana asked, with annoyance and something else filling their connection. A hint of fear?

“If you want the Republic’s help defend your city, then I need to go now,” Rin said, hoping to avoid an argument.

“Couldn’t you at least stay for the morning meal?” Illana asked, her hands on her hips and a pout on her face. Rin couldn’t help himself from smiling at how pretty she looked in that pose. Illana’s pout turned into a scowl, so Rin grabbed Illana up in his arms and kissed her again.

“It’s part of my job, Illana. They give orders, and I follow them,” Rin said, before leaning in closer. “They also don’t take excuses like ‘I was late because I stayed to have the morning meal with my beloved.’ Even if she is the Crystal Blood.” Illana went still in his arms, and he felt the heat in her cheeks.

“Illana, I wouldn’t go if I didn’t have to,” Rin said.

“I know. I don’t like the feeling I get when you’re away from me. I feel myself slipping back to who I was. That’s not what I want to be,” Illana said, hugging him again. She let him go reluctantly. “Please take care out there. You need to come back to me.”

“I will,” Rin said. He kissed the top of her head and walked out of the Imperial Quarters. Sasha joined him in the hallway. They were near the heavy metal doors when Sasha stepped in front of him.

“The princess is right. That uniform does look good on you,” Sasha said. She flecked off some invisible dust from his epaulet. “By the way, you handled that perfectly.”

“Can I ask you a question?” Rin asked.

“You can ask me anything, Rin. You know that,” Sasha answered.

“Illana seemed so comfortable around me when we woke up, but then she acted almost embarrassed at any hint beyond propriety when we were out in the sitting room. Why?” Rin asked.

“That’s probably my fault,” Sasha answered, contritely, “In noble circles, it is considered unseemly to be seen being too intimate in public. The princess is still working on how she needs to be with you in public. Believe me, she is not purposefully trying to confuse you or trap you.”

“So, should I be more formal with her in public?” Rin asked.

“No. Doing that was part of the reason Marteen and I ended up having so much trouble,” Sasha answered. “He is always so true to himself and his emotions. Having to act completely different in public and private was not something he could handle. You’ve been keeping it reasonable. Keep doing that. It’s good for her.”

“You know, when you stormed into the room, it reminded me of that first morning all of you found Illana and me together,” Rin said. Sasha let out a gale of laughter.

“Goddess, I thought Selene and Kurt were going to murder you,” Sasha said.

“None of you believed me when I told you that I didn’t invite her into my bedroll. If Illana hadn’t said anything, I don’t know what would’ve happened,” Rin said, and Sasha laughed harder.

“‘What is all this fuss about? I was cold and he was warm.’ I thought Selene was going to faint when the princess said that,” Sasha said. She reigned in her humor as they entered corridors with servants walking around.

“In all seriousness, Rin, keep doing what you’re doing,” Sasha said. “Just don’t flaunt your relationship outside of the group.” Sasha gave him a quick peck on the cheek before rushing down another corridor. Rin stared at her in confusion.

“What is it with women and contradictory advice?” Rin asked.

“I blame mothers. They always say contradictory things,” Morelli said, startling Rin.

Protector, Morelli moves like a ghost. Rin pretended as if nothing out of the unusual happened. It wouldn’t do for a subordinate to know he just scared his superior.

“I wouldn’t know. My mother died before she could start doing that to me,” Rin said, flatly. Morelli blushed in embarrassment. He contritely handed Rin a panini as an apology. Rin ate in silence as the two walked out of the Crystal Palace.

“So, did you have a peaceful night, Sergeant?” Morelli asked as the two of them mounted their horses. There was a slightly lecherous tone in the question.

“Don’t go there, Corporal,” Rin answered, with a warning tone.

“Come on, Sarge. There must be a great story there,” Morelli said. “Not only are you a Hero of the Empire, but-” Morelli stopped talking at the dangerous look on Rin’s face. The corporal looked around and gave a knowing smile.

“If you like stories so much, then maybe you can tell me how the Knifehand became your informant,” Rin said as the two rode towards the Republican Embassy. “You look like you just finished your qualifier patrol, and you somehow got the highest ranked criminal of Lisandra as an informant. How did you manage that?”

“Not much of a story there,” Morelli said, shrugging his shoulders. “I just let him seduce me.” Rin’s head whipped around in surprise.

“You’re-?” Rin couldn’t complete the question.

“A man-lover? Yep. Is that a problem?” Morelli asked. There was challenge in the corporal’s voice. Rin recognized it. He used that same tone many times against elves. The revelation set him back on his heels.

“I’ve just never known one,” Rin said.

“You probably have and not known. It’s not like most of us advertise it,” Morelli said. “You know how most people react to people like me.” Rin nodded. The Church of the Protector preached the individual’s duties to those around them, particularly of husband and wife to each other and to the family. Homosexuals, in the church’s teachings, disrupted those duties, particularly the familial duties so central to the Mareian worldview. The Republican branch of the Church advocated gentle separation instead of the condoned murder practiced in the Kingdom and the Southlands.

“Why be so upfront with me about it?” Rin asked. Morelli took a deep breath as if he was steeling himself.

“Because I’m your partner now. You need to be able to trust me. I’ve found it’s better to get it out of the way in case you couldn’t handle it and needed to ask the major for someone else,” Morelli answered. “Plus, if the princess is going to trust the Knifehand because you told her so, you need to know why I trust him.” Morelli was quiet for a moment, looking like he was deciding something.

“Also, I felt like I could trust you,” Morelli said, “You know what it’s like being around people who hate you just because of what you are.” The two of them were quiet for almost half a kilometer. Rin thought hard on what Morelli just told him.

“Is it going to be a problem, Sergeant?” Morelli asked, breaking the silence. There was the barest hint of fear in his voice. Rin thought for a few moments longer.

“I’ll be honest with you, Corporal,” Rin said, “It makes me uneasy, but that’s my problem, not yours. You’re right. I grew up as the only human in a village of dwarves. Even after I left the village, I was always the only human surrounded by elves and maybe a dwarf or two. Having everyone around me uncomfortable because of what I am is something I’m far too familiar with.” Rin halted his horse and looked over at Morelli.

“I will do my best to treat you like any other ranger, and we’ll see how it goes from there. If I’m acting like an ass, just bring it to my attention. Respectfully. I am your senior after all.” Morelli just nodded, but Rin could see the man’s relief in his eyes.

“So, I’m assuming that this means you don’t want to hear about my prowess in the bedchamber?” Morelli asked, with his normal confidence. “I am truly a heartbreaker of great renown.”

“I’m willing to bet that if I shot you right now, the major wouldn’t take official notice,” Rin said.

“For some reason, all of my partners say exactly the same thing,” Morelli said as the pair saluted the gate guard and trotted their horses into the embassy’s grounds.

Chapter Eighteen

Jevin was our leader for two reasons. First, he had a resolve that none of us could match. A resolve that dragged us along even during the darkest hours. The second was Jevin understood what each of us contributed to the group, and he would draw it out of us by any means necessary. That last part is what made Jevin the bastard that he was. I would like to think I’ve learned how to be a strong leader by imitating his good qualities and discarding his less desirable ones. – Colonel Pallus Parn, lecture at Imperial War Academy

KURT

Kurt settled further into the plush chair. If he was acting as the stereotypical dwarf, he should be verbally berating the elves for their decadence. Kurt was honest enough to admit he enjoyed the fluffy cushions and soft fabrics. He grunted as he took the proffered tankard from a servant. He spent too much time in Lisandra. Maybe after the Purists were defeated and the princess properly on the throne, he could finally return to the farm. Maybe he could get Rin to come with him. On second thought, Kurt doubted the princess would let Rin out of her sight long enough to go back to their old home. Kurt wasn’t sure if Rin was aware of that yet or not. Princess Illana gently cleared her throat as the last of her informal council walked into the throne room and sat down. The servants took their cue and left.

“Thank you all for joining me at this late hour,” Princess Illana said, “Let’s make this brief so we can get some sleep. We’ll have enough sleepless nights in the coming days.”

“It may not be as bad as we think, your highness,” Marteen said. She nodded for him to continue. “Kurt and I went down to the Broken Tip.” He paused as the princess let out a very un-regal giggle at the name. Damn, she sounded just like the girl they rescued. Sonya glared at Marteen.

“What? That’s the pub’s name. It’s full of veterans from the Reclamation Army. A lot of them know Kurt and me.”

“Please continue,” Princess Illana said. Sonya kept her face neutral, but Kurt saw the fire dancing in her eyes. It didn’t help Sonya had been forced numerous times to send the Crystal Guard to pull a very drunk and boisterous Marteen out of that very pub. And pay for the injuries and property damage caused by a very drunk and boisterous Marteen.

“Once they learned why we were there, a bunch of them agreed to help out, right off,” Marteen said. “Word spread and others started showing up. Most were just regular people, but some veterans. A few former sergeants I know started organizing companies and started drilling them. They need weapons, though.”

“How many?” Pallus asked.

“Maybe a thousand volunteers, all told,” Marteen said, pleased with their progress.

“Only a couple hundred are veterans,” Kurt said with a cautious tone. “The rest are just people willing to fight.” Marteen shot the dwarf an evil look. Kurt was pretty sure Marteen was trying to get back into Sonya’s good graces and trying too hard.

“We should be able to equip that many,” Pallus said.

“How?” Sonya asked, “The Crystal Guard only has four hundred members, with your reserves.”

“Correct, but as the commander of the Crystal Guard, I also have access to the Lisandra Armory. The Capitol Army took all their muskets and cannon with them, but they left spears, halberds, swords, and armor. There’s plenty to equip that many volunteers.”

“You may want to avoid the armor if we’re facing musket-armed troops,” Morelli said, “The Republican Army found it wasn’t very useful and slowed down the infantry.” Pallus pondered that for a moment before nodding.

“You’re probably right about regular armor, but there’s a few suits of jewel-spun armor. Those will stop a musket ball,” Pallus said. He looked over at Marteen and Kurt. “If you have your sergeants at the armory tomorrow morning, some of my Guard will be there to issue equipment and weapons.”

“Arming a thousand volunteers? Then organizing and training them? Do we have enough time to accomplish all of that?” Princess Illana asked.

“No, your highness,” Pallus and Marteen said at the same time. The princess motioned for Marteen to continue.

“If we had weeks instead of days, we could make them into a somewhat competent force,” Marteen answered bluntly. “What we’re doing is making most of them into somewhat useful fodder to keep the Purists busy while the veterans, the constables, and the Guard do the real damage.” Marteen nodded to Pallus and Chief Constable Dalan.

“I’ll be keeping the active Crystal Guard here at the palace,” Pallus said, “My reserves will be stationed at the Aponte Wall.” The Aponte Wall surrounded the base of Aponte Hill. It was the border between Inner and Outer Lisandra. As Lisandra grew to become the predominant trade city in the Empire, Inner Lisandra became the province of the wealthy. When Lisandra became the capital of the newly united Elven Empire, the first emperor decided to spin his palace on Aponte Hill. Centuries of growth moved the geographic center of the city, but Aponte Hill was still the political, cultural, and economic center of Lisandra – and the Empire. The top of the hill was dominated by the Crystal Palace, the Sacellum, the Diet Hall, and the ruins of the Liopasto. Below those were the nobles’ townhouses and the shops catering to the top tiers of Imperial society. Taking up most of the northern slope were the Imperial Gardens. At the base of the hill was the Aponte Wall, a massive structure made of spun emerald, ruby, and garnet some twenty feet high and ten feet thick. In addition to being a massive defensive structure, the Aponte Wall was the focus for the Barrier. When needed, the clerics of the Sacellum could pour the Goddess’s Grace into the Aponte Wall and create a magic shield five hundred feet high and impervious to even the most powerful siege weapons.

“They won’t be alone,” Robar said. Pallus gave the cleric an appraising look. “Etan sent a message this afternoon. Fifty paladins will be on Aponte Wall under her command.”

“Who is Etan?” Sonya asked.

“That paladin who slapped you?” Rin asked, surprised. Robar nodded, a slight tinge of embarrassment coloring his cheeks.

“Did the Suprema change her mind?” Princess Illana asked.

“Not exactly, your highness. From the rumors, you convinced some of the paladins and ecclesiasts to join us,” Robar said, “I suspect the Sacellum is quietly allowing any of their lower clerics to assist in the defense of the city to keep the more radical factions in check.”

“Why do you say that?” Sonya asked.

“Because Etan would never break with the Sacellum,” Robar said. “If she’s coming, her Head authorized it. Although, I very much doubt you would get any of them to admit the Sacellum gave them permission.”

“Will that help?” the princess asked Pallus.

“Yes, your highness,” Pallus answered, “Those paladins will let me form up a flying company with some of my musket-armed reserves.”

“Wait, the Guard has muskets?” Marteen asked. “When did that happen?”

“About six months ago,” Pallus said. “I still don’t like those things, but since the Capitol Army is adopting them, the Guard must transition as well.”

“Damn it, Pallus, why didn’t you tell us?” Rin demanded. “We can train the volunteers for firing lines fairly quickly.”

“I didn’t say anything earlier because I only have fifty muskets,” Pallus shot back with a glare. “I have enough to arm the flying company.” Marteen frowned, but Kurt was personally glad. Even after the rigorous instruction from Rin, Kurt didn’t trust firearms.

“In addition to the paladins on the wall, there will be about a hundred ecclesiasts helping the residents,” Robar said.

“Ecclesiasts? Aren’t they forbidden to fight?” asked Princess Illana.

“Yes, your highness. The senior ecclesiast asked to set up a hospital in the Imperial Gardens and maybe some smaller ones in the city.”

“That might be difficult. I planned on using the Imperial Gardens to house evacuated civilians,” Chief Constable Dalan said. The chief constable was probably the stockiest elf Kurt knew. In many ways, he reminded Kurt of a dwarf stretched to elven height. Dalan joined the Lisandra Constabulary as a junior constable. Quick wits and good instincts during the Night of Fire and Blood put Dalan on to the leadership track. He was promoted to chief constable nearly two decades ago. His thick hands were gnarled with the scars of breaking up too many pub brawls and rough takedowns of criminals. He even kept the lower-class drawl, even though his position entitled him to the clipped accent of the higher classes.

“I can’t order an evacuation without the Diet declaring a state of emergency. What I can do is have my constables strongly suggest to the folks living in the outskirts and on the main avenues in the Outer City they may want to start packing up, just in case,” Dalan said.

“Plus, the Knifehand’s been kind enough to let it be known he would be very annoyed if any of his people tried to take advantage of the current situation to do some looting or otherwise illegally acquiring property. Rough estimates are between ten and twenty thousand civilians will need accommodation inside Aponte Wall.” Kurt knew of the Knifehand from Ral, but this was the first time Kurt laid eyes on the man. Kurt was astonished when he found out about the agreement negotiated between the Knifehand and the princess, but he was even more surprised by how readily Dalan and Rin accepted the Knifehand into Princess Illana’s “Inner Council.”

“Twenty thousand people crammed into the Imperial Gardens?” Princess Illana asked, with a slightly horrified tone in her voice. Then, she took a deep breath and nodded. “Well, we can always replant.” She turned to Sonya. “Could you at least make sure the violet lilies are moved into the Crystal Palace? I don’t want to lose them.”

“So where will we put the hospital?” Selene asked. “We need someplace for the wounded, and the Imperial Gardens is the only space big enough.”

“The Liopasto,” Princess Illana said. Kurt almost dropped his tankard. The room went silent. Once the greatest school for magic in the world, the Liopasto was destroyed when the daemon army broke through the Aponte Barrier. According to accounts, the sorcerers of the Liopasto put up a valiant fight before being swarmed and wiped out. In the process of slaughtering every soul in the Liopasto, the daemon corrupted the destroyed buildings with their foulness. Now, only a few brave – or foolhardy – souls dared to tread on the Liopasto grounds in hopes of finding ancient texts or other treasures.

“Sweet Goddess, she’s serious,” Marteen muttered under his breath. Everyone – except the two humans – mirrored his sentiments.

“Your highness, with all due respect, I don’t think we could get a hospital set up on the Liopasto grounds,” Selene said. “I don’t know if anyone treated there will heal properly. The Liopasto is defiled with the remains of the daemons’ magic.”

“It’s tainted, not defiled,” Rin said.

“What is the difference?” Robar asked, sharply.

“Your Goddess will let you use Her grace on the Liopasto grounds, won’t She?” Rin asked. “You can still feel Her?”

“That’s what the few clerics who have gone to the Liopasto reported to the Sacellum.”

“Then it’s tainted,” Rin said. “If it was defiled, you wouldn’t be able to sense your Goddess at all. Tainted grounds can be cleansed.”

“If that is the case, then you will do whatever is needed to set up the hospital on the Liopasto’s grounds,” Princess Illana ordered. Her face softened as Selene and Robar looked flummoxed.

“Selene, it’s the one place in Lisandra where the Purists will not go. The one place you can concentrate on saving the injured without worrying about having to defend yourselves. Besides, it’s long past time those grounds were reclaimed. They’ve been an open sore for far too long. Tomorrow, I want you and your husband to take the clerics who volunteered to help to the Liopasto grounds. Determine how to cleanse a large enough area for the hospital.” Selene stood there speechless, but Robar spoke up.

“We will convince them, your highness,” Robar said. When Selene gave him a shocked look, Robar just gave his wife a smile. “We will convince them, Selene.” Selene didn’t look convinced, but she nodded in agreement. There was a softness in Selene’s eyes as she looked at Robar. What exactly happened at the Sacellum?

“With that settled, Chief Constable, what are your plans for putting the evacuees into the gardens?” Sonya asked.

“Of my two thousand constables, I’ll have about three hundred assigned to assist with the encampment. I have criminal labor set to clear and set up the space,” Dalan said.

“Criminal labor?” Sonya asked, “Is that wise to have them on Aponte Hill?”

“They will behave themselves, my lady,” the Knifehand answered before Dalan could say something, “Some of my more trustworthy people will make sure that their constable keepers will be obeyed.”

“I wasn’t aware of that!” Dalan protested.

“I apologize, Chief Constable, but I needed to make sure their identities would not be compromised,” the Knifehand said. “I would appreciate it if you not let your constables assigned to oversee the labor pools not know about my special people.”

“I understand why, but I need to know so I can properly disperse my constables.”

“You are correct, Chief Constable. Again, I apologize. I will make sure to keep you informed of such matters.”

“So, the rest of your constables will be helping to defend the outskirts and the city proper?” Sonya asked. Dalan nodded. “Will they need time to prepare?”

“I’ve already pulled a thousand of my constables off patrol duty to prepare for combat,” Dalan answered, “Most of those are army veterans or my more experienced constables. We’ll have them in what armor and weapons I have and drilling for combat. My remaining seven hundred constables will be busy trying to cover all the normal patrols until the Purists get here. Then, we’ll have them ready to help the citizens.”

“Can those few constables adequately police Lisandra?” Sonya asked.

“For a short time, and as long as we have the cooperation the Knifehand’s promised,” Dalan answered. “It will still mean some long days and nights for my men, but they understand. They all agreed to work as hard as they can to protect Lisandra. I just hope you remember this the next time I petition for a pay raise for the constables.” A dark chuckle circulated around the room.

“With most of your constables setting up the encampment or training, how are you going to stop the Purist insurrectionists already in the city before they start their riots?” Princess Illana asked.

“To be blunt, there’s nothing I can do about them,” Dalan answered, “With what evidence I have right now, there’s nothing I can bring before the Imperial Tribunal. The tribunes would just dismiss us out of hand. The only way I could legally round these Purists up without charges would be under a state of emergency or martial law.”

“So, how are we supposed to deal with them? Wait for them to begin burning down my city and then arrest them?” the princess asked with a hint of exasperation in her voice.

“Well, we have these rangers here. We might as well make use of them,” Chief Constable Dalan said. Dalan’s malicious smile was mirrored on Rin’s and Morelli’s faces.

“Rin, please explain what the Chief Constable is hinting at,” Princess Illana ordered, with a stern expression on her face.

“There’s wording in the treaty between the Republic and the Empire giving rangers the same right to hunt quarry in Lisandra as we have in the Republic,” Rin said, as if that explained everything. Marteen grinned. That wasn’t necessarily a good thing in Kurt’s experience. Sometimes the man had the survival instinct of a baby duck – particularly when there might be violence to be had. Princess Illana was just as confused as Kurt. She gave Rin a flat look.

“Your highness, Major Agnelli placed the rangers assigned to the embassy at Ranger Acciaio’s disposal in his hunt for the sorcerer Smythe,” Morelli explained, “Ranger Acciaio said the sorcerer was last seen in the company of the Purists marching here. Based on his reporting, the major considers it possible the Purists sympathizers in the city could have relevant information about the whereabouts and disposition of the quarry. So, under the careful observation of a few constables assigned as liaisons, we, the rangers, intend to question them.” The words came out as if Morelli was reading them. Once he realized what the younger ranger said, Kurt sat up straight, nearly spilling his tankard in shock.

“God of Iron! You’re letting humans round up the Purists?” Kurt blurted. “They’ll die before surrendering to a human, much less answer a human’s questions.”

“I’m sure many will refuse to answer our questions. They may even use violence to resist us,” Rin said. “We may be even forced to kill some in self-defense.”

“Such a shame,” Morelli added with complete neutrality.

“Sounds like fun,” Marteen said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

“Which you will not join,” Princess Illana said, coldly. “You will be training the volunteers.” Marteen stared agape at the princess, as if he couldn’t believe she would deny him a chance at fighting Purists. A ghost of a smile flittered across Sonya’s lips.

“Chief Constable, would you object to your constables being under Hero Madrigal’s command during the battle?” Sonya asked. “Despite his previous antics in Lisandra, he is a somewhat effective field commander. Especially with Hero Volker there to rein him in.” Kurt sputtered in his beer. They were expecting hime to rein in that madman during a battle?

“Of course, your highness. My men know Marteen the Scythe’s reputation,” Dalan said, managing a bow while seated.

“Thank you,” Princess Illana said before fixing her gaze on Marteen. “Marteen, I’m trusting you with the volunteers and the constables to defend the city. Do what you can to hold the Purists outside the Aponte Wall. Do not betray that trust.” Marteen swallowed hard and nodded. Princess Illana shot a quick look at Kurt, and he nodded as well. The girl certainly knew which levers to pull to get what she needed.

“Robar, is Paladin Etan a good commander?” Princess Illana asked.

“One of the Sacellum’s finest, your highness,” Robar answered.

“Pallus, I want you to let Paladin Etan command the forces at the wall,” Illana said.

“Then, where will I be, your highness?” Pallus asked, warily.

“Here at the Palace,” Illana answered, “In the Golden Observatory. It has the best view of the city, which you will need as commander of the city defense.” Pallus nodded solemnly.

“Lady Sonya, have we covered everything?” Princess Illana asked.

“I believe we’ve covered everything that needs to be dealt with tonight, your highness,” Sonya answered. She looked down at the notes she scribbled during the meeting. “We’re in better shape than I feared this morning.” Sonya looked out at the gathered group.

“I think we should retire for the evening. We will meet again in the morning to see if anything occurred to us.”

As soon as they were outside the throne room, Kurt realized Rin wasn’t with them. Apprehension and elation filled Kurt as he looked over to where Marteen, Chief Constable Dalan, and the Knifehand discussed the next day’s activities. As happy as Kurt was for his son, he was worried the boy would do something foolish. As soon as the thought crossed Kurt’s mind, he berated himself. Rin was almost thirty years old. He wasn’t a boy anymore, especially for a human. Marteen stormed over to Kurt and glared.

“This is all your fault,” Marteen said, petulantly.

“What is all my fault?” Kurt asked, trying hard to keep the grin off his face.

“Getting Rin and the princess back together,” Marteen answered, “If you hadn’t meddled, Princess Illana would still be locked in her room screaming not to bother her, and Sonya would let me go play in the city instead of making me some kind of general.”

“Probably closer to a lieutenant colonel,” Kurt mused. “Pallus is only a colonel after all, and he’s in overall command.”

“Damn it, Kurt, you know what I mean!” Marteen shouted. Kurt put on his “stern father” look and Marteen deflated.

“Are you done?” Kurt said.

“Yes. Sorry,” Marteen muttered as the two walked to their rooms. They walked in silence for a few minutes before Marteen spoke again.

“I’m glad you were right, Kurt. Those two deserve some happiness in this life,” Marteen said.

Chapter Seventeen

We now know Ral as the Betrayer. Some say we should have know, considering his reputation as perhaps the greatest thief in all of Lisandra. Here’s what everyone forgets – Ral was loyal. I know how that sounds considering what happened, but it was part of his reputation. He was loyal to his employer and to those select few he called friends. He even warned Jevin not to force him to come along with the rest of us. We just thought he was concerned how the Knifehand, the head of the criminal underworld, would react to Ral leaving. Considering the Knifehand’s reputation for ruthlessness, everyone was sure the only reason Ral accompanied us was because of his love for Ela. We still don’t know how he was able to deceive his soulbound, and Ela is in no state to help us decipher that mystery. – Lady Sonya, in an interview for the Lisandra Times

RIN

“Sasha’s angry,” Rin said, as he looked out of the window. Sasha’s brow was furrowed, and her mouth was a barely perceptible crease across her face. Rin was familiar with that expression – mostly from when Sasha was busy breaking up a fight between Pallus and him. Illana climbed over him to look out his window. He grunted as her weight landed in uncomfortable areas.

“This is not helping me maintain my calm and professional demeanor,” Rin whispered in the princess’s ear. When that didn’t get her to move, Rin added, “Especially when you’re wearing that perfume.” Illana immediately sat back in her seat. Faint pink spots blossomed on Illana’s cheeks. He felt her shock and embarrassment through their connection. For a moment, Rin was worried he overstepped, but Selene smiled at him. As the carriage stopped, Rin hopped out, and then helped Illana step out. Sasha took one look at Illana, who was still blushing, and the regent’s scowl transformed into a knowing smirk.

“Why are you smiling? This is not funny!” Illana nearly shouted at Sasha.

“No, of course not, your highness,” Sasha said.

“Then why are you smirking?” Illana asked.

“Because it’s nice to see you acting as a woman,” Sasha answered. The comment perplexed Rin, but Illana looked like she was about to verbally tear apart her regent.

“Before the princess has a fit of apoplexy, maybe the regent could tell us why she is waiting for us out here,” Robar said. The statement instantly erased Sasha’s momentary amusement with Illana. Sasha turned to Rin, and he felt the full force of her glare.

“There’s a Mareian ranger here who says he’s your partner,” Sasha said. “He brought the Knifehand. Into the Crystal Palace.” Rin froze. The Knifehand was the man who ran the underworld of Lisandra. During their travels to rescue the princess, Ral spoke about him with a mixture of respect and terror.

“What under the Goddess is he doing here?” Selene asked.

“I don’t know, but the Knifehand is demanding to speak with the princess,” Sasha answered. “Pallus was going to kill him and be done with it, but then Rin’s new partner informed Pallus that the Knifehand was under his protection, and he would kill anyone who attempted to harm the Knifehand. Maybe you should tell us what is going on.” Sasha shot Rin an accusing look.

“What? I don’t know any more than you do,” Rin said.

“How does your partner know the Knifehand?”

“My partner never stepped foot on this continent. The last time I saw him was back in the Badlands. I don’t know how he would be here, much less how he would know the Knifehand. That being said, it might be a good idea to find out the why before someone ends up shot. Unless he shoots Pallus.” Sasha glared at him before leading them into the Crystal Palace.

Sasha led them through the advisors’ door into the Imperial throne room. The door opened directly onto the wide dais at the front of the throne room. In the center of the dais was the Crystal Throne. Illana walked to the diamond spun throne and sat down. The throne glowed and pulsed as it shifted to match Illana’s stature. Sasha, Selene, and Pall flanked the princess while a couple dozen Crystal Guardsmen filed in around the room and stood at attention. Rin walked down the dais, examining the two men standing in front of the dais.

One was a human in a formal blue ranger uniform. He was ten or so centimeters shorter than Rin, with hair somewhere between brown and black. Dark eyes twinkled out of a youthful face that looked too smooth for a ranger. Rin wasn’t even sure if the man needed to shave on a regular basis. The chevrons on his uniform sleeve marked him as a corporal. Rin’s eyebrow quirked up in surprise. Corporals were very junior rangers. How did a corporal get assigned to such a prestigious assignment as the Imperial embassy?

The elf, who Rin assumed was the Knifehand, was spectacularly unremarkable. He was a textbook example of a typical elf right down the sandy blond hair and blue-green eyes. The Knifehand even managed to make a prosperous merchant’s clothes look commonplace. Rin met the man’s eyes and saw the hidden intelligence and cunning. Rin instinctively flipped his duster back and slid his hand next to the butt of his revolver. The Knifehand smiled and nodded his head, as if he took Rin’s actions as a compliment. Rin walked straight up to the ranger. The corporal braced and held his hand to his chest in formal salute. Rin returned the gesture.

“Corporal Giancolo Morelli with a party of one, Sergeant,” the ranger said in Mareian. The corporal’s accent marked him as a Marei City native. “Major Agnelli assigned me as your partner while you’re in the Empire.”?

“You’ve been in the Empire for a while? Speak the language?” Rin asked.

“Yes, Sergeant,” Morelli replied, switching to Imperial.

“Should I ask why an experienced ranger is still a corporal and without a partner?” Rin asked.

“You can if you want, Sergeant,” Morelli answered. His tone implied a long story behind his words. Morelli angled himself to introduce the elf with him. "Sergeant Acciaio, I present Mortan Doral. He’s – " Rin cut Morelli off with a wave of his hand.

“The Knifehand,” Rin said. “Why is he here?”

“The very question I was asking myself,” Illana said from the throne. She sounded annoyed at being ignored so far.

“Please forgive the imposition, your highness, but you seem to be the only leader in the city who is preparing for the impending crisis,” Knifehand said, “Once I heard Hero Acciaio was not only back in Lisandra, but a Mareian ranger, I asked Giancolo – Ranger Morelli – to bring me here to speak with you.”

“Again, why?”

“I was the source of the information about the Purists rioting in Lisandra. I knew the Mareians would bring it to the Chancellor, which wasn’t something I could do. Given the current relations between the Empire and the Republic, I expected the Diet to recall the Capitol Army. Instead, they seem content to let the Purists burn the city. You, on the other hand, sent out Heroes Volker and Madrigal to rally volunteers. You asked the city constabulary to quietly prepare to defend the city. You even went to the Sacellum seeking the Suprema’s assistance. I felt compelled to offer my own contribution.” The Knifehand knelt with a flourish and bowed his head.

“Princess Illana, I offer the services of me and mine against the Purist threat.” Pallus, Sasha, and Selene were appalled by the Knifehand’s offer. Rin felt the princess’s hesitancy, but she was intrigued. She was also surprised at Rin’s lack of revulsion of the offer.

“Your highness, we need to rethink our actions if the intelligence on the Purists came from this man,” Sasha said in a low voice. She shot a suspicious glare at the Knifehand, who ignored the comment and the glare. Illana just looked at the Knifehand with an appraising look.

“Exactly what services are you here to offer, Doral?” Illana asked.

“First, the people in my organization will lead your forces to where the Purist inciters are gathering within the city,” the Knifehand said, “Second, I will direct my people to curtail their normal activities until after the Purists are dealt with. Third, my people will join the fight when the attack occurs.”

“In return for?”

“No arrests of my people for actions committed prior to today until after the Purists are defeated,” the Knifehand said, “Any caught committing a crime during the emergency will be handed over to me to deal with as I see fit.”

“Ridiculous! We can’t have criminals given free reign while we try to keep this city from being sacked,” Pallus said, outraged at the very notion. Rin felt something in his connection with Illana. She was probing his own reactions to the Knifehand’s offer. It was a bizarre sensation.

“You make an interesting proposal,” Illana said, “Would you and Ranger Morelli please wait outside while my advisors and I discuss it?” The two men bowed, turned smartly, and walked out of the throne room. As soon as the doors were closed, Pallus, Sasha and Selene whirled on Illana.

“Your highness, you can’t seriously be considering this!” Selene said.

“He’s a criminal, your highness,” Pallus said, his face grave, “Worse, he’s a leader of criminals. You can’t trust him. You certainly can’t entrust the security of the city to the likes of him.”

“His people will take the opportunity to loot and rob while we’re fighting to save Lisandra,” Sasha said, “We may save the buildings long enough to lose the city.” Sasha spun and looked down at Rin.

“Rin, you’re a constable. Would you please explain this to the princess?” Sasha asked.

“Yes, Rin, please tell me what you think about this,” Illana said, frustration pulsing in their connection.

“You should take the deal,” Rin said. The three elves stared at Rin in shock. Pallus was the first to recover.

“Of course, you would side with the criminal,” Pall said, “You were always far too close to Ral. Right up until he betrayed us. Besides, it’s not like you have to worry about what will happen to this city. You’re just going to sail back to your precious Republic and leave us to deal with the aftermath the moment you capture this sorcerer of yours.” Sasha laid a restraining hand on Pallus.

“Rin, would you please explain your reasons?” Sasha asked. Rin took several breaths before answering. Pallus always managed to say just the right words to rile his anger.

“Here’s two things you need to realize. First, the Knifehand will do what’s in his best interest. Second, and far more important, he was brought here by a ranger.”

“Just because the Knifehand managed to dazzle a comrade of yours doesn’t mean we should all be blind,” Pall said, coldly. “It’s not like we can trust –” Pallus’s mouth snapped shut as he saw the glowing rage in Rin’s eyes.

“Say it Pallus,” Rin taunted. “Tell us who we can’t trust.”

“Enough!” Sasha said, glaring at the pair. “Goddess, you’re both almost thirty years old. Quit acting like squabbling children. Rin, what did you mean it’s in Knifehand’s best interest?”

“You keep equating the Knifehand with a common criminal. Maybe even a smart criminal like Ral,” Rin answered, “He’s not. He’s more like a rich merchant. His basic interests are the same – a stable environment where he can sell his products, offer his services, and protect his property. Because his products and services aren’t legal, he can’t ask for the same protections of a normal merchant. So, he takes actions – mostly illegal – to protect his enterprises. One of those actions is trading information. It’s not uncommon in the Republic for the rangers to have informal contacts with the heads of the costra nostra to trade information and favors.”

“Why would any government allow such blatant corruption?” Pallus asked, unable to keep the disgust out of his voice.

“It’s not corruption. It’s reality,” Rin answered. “Smart criminals know there are things worse than themselves. Sometimes much worse. They don’t want their families hurt or killed. They know we protect them from those things, so they help with those kinds of things.” Rin’s mind drifted back to the murders that sent him on his journey to the Empire. He took a deep breath and pushed the memory back. He’d have his chance at Smythe soon enough.

“So, you recommend accepting the Knifehand’s assistance?” Illana asked.

“Yes, Illana.”

“Lady Sonya, please ask the Knifehand and Ranger Morelli to return.” Sasha and Selene traded an inscrutable look before Sasha nodded.

“Of course, your highness,” Sasha said, “Pallus, Selene, please come with me.” Selene nodded. Pallus stood in place, scowling at Rin. Sasha gave him a stern look and furiously motioned for him to follow her. Resigned, he followed the two women out of the throne room. Rin was acutely aware he was alone with Illana. Well, except for the guards. Illana strode down off the dais. Rin instinctually put his arms around her as she nestled into his chest.

“I felt something horrible from you. What did I do?”

“Not you. Remembering something I wish I could unsee,” he answered. Illana gently hugged Rin. He smiled down at her and kissed her on the top of her head.

“I have those kinds of memories too, Rin,” Illana said, tightening her grip on him. “From when I was with Cull. He did horrible things to prepare for–” Rin lifted her face to his and kissed her gently. He felt their bad memories being pushed away.

“I can’t believe criminals are stepping up to help,” Illana said.

“If the Knifehand’s anything like the dons, he’s carefully balanced the risks and rewards before coming here,” Rin said. Illana looked up at him with a smile, and he felt satisfaction through their connection.

“Thank you, Rin,” Illana said, “You just made me realize what was bothering me about the Knifehand’s offer.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before walking back up to the Crystal Throne. She was settling herself in the chair as the doors opened and the others came back into the throne room.

“Mortan Doral, we agree to your offer,” Illana said. “With one stipulation.”

“I thought my offer was very generous, your highness,” the Knifehand said.

“It is,” Illana said. “Except, Hero Acciaio made me realize you wouldn’t have come before me if you weren’t expecting to profit somehow.”

“Your highness, I profit by keeping my people alive,” the Knifehand said.

“True, but that’s not only the way you will profit,” Illana said, a withering smile on her face. “Strict altruism from the Knifehand is just a bit too hard to believe.” Illana sat silently for a few long moments. “I need your help too much to pry into your schemes. It would take away resources from defending this city. Hence, the stipulation.”

“What is your stipulation, your highness?” the Knifehand asked, the ghost of a smile dancing across his face.

“Ten thousand Imperials.”

“Ten thousand? That’s outrageous! I came to you in good faith!”

“You are somehow going to make money off the city while it is facing a crisis. I won’t stop you if it secures your help, but I’m going to take a portion of your profits to make sure I can care for my people after we win.”

“Is the ten thousand contingent on the defeat of the Purists?” the Knifehand asked. Illana’s eyes narrowed.

“If we don’t defeat the Purists, ten thousand Imperials will be the least of my concerns,” she answered in a cool tone.

“Fair point,” the Knifehand said, with a smile spreading across his face. “I agree to your stipulation. Normal terms?” Illana looked over to Rin. He could hear her unasked question through their connection and nodded in silent answer.

“Normal terms,” Illana answered. “Make arrangements with Lady Sonya for delivery of payment. Colonel Parn and Constable Dalan will talk with you regarding coordination of your people and their forces.” Illana motioned for Rin to follow her as she walked out of the throne room.

“What are normal terms?” Illana asked, in a low voice as soon as they were through the door.

“Half up front, half upon completion,” Rin answered.

“Oh. That makes a certain amount of sense,” Illana answered. “Let’s take a walk through the gardens before someone decides that they need us.”

“I really should go talk to Morelli,” Rin started, and felt the rising annoyance in Illana. “I guess I can talk to him later.” Illana’s smile warmed him through the entire walk.

Chapter Sixteen

We do not assert that the Sacellum is corrupted like the Crystal Blood. The Traditions maintain their stewardship of the souls of the Empire. The ecclesiasts of the Tradition of the Soul continue to alleviate the darkness in the peoples’ lives and provide what comfort they can. The scholars of the Tradition of the Mind continue to teach all in the ways of the Goddess and provide conciliation among aggrieved parties. The paladins of the Tradition of the Heart are often the only defense against the more aggressive bandits the small towns and villages have. The Sacellum does not require the purification that the Crystal Blood does. However, that does not mean they are our allies. – Excerpt from a Purist leaflet circulated in Lisandra

SELENE

Selene hated the Sacellum. Not the jewel-spun temple. The gently sloping walls flowed seamlessly up into the three towers of the Traditions. The blue-tinted rays of sunlight reflecting off the sapphire walls brought their own serenity every time Selene walked in them. Selene needed that serenity. Her stomach quailed. The last time she stepped on the Sacellum grounds, she was married off to Robar and then exiled from Lisandra. There was a good chance this time was going to end worse.

After meeting with the chief constable, Princess Illana announced she was going to the Sacellum and request the Suprema’s aid in defending Lisandra. Selene felt compelled to escort the princess. She couldn’t let the princess face the senior leadership on her own. The Imperial carriage stopped at the Sapphire Arch. The massive gate guarded the entrance to the Sacellum grounds. Selene allowed Robar to assist her from the carriage. Her husband looked unconcerned, but she saw the tightening around his eyes betraying his anxiety. This was the first time either of them stepped onto Sacellum soil since their hasty, arranged marriage eight years ago.

“Thank you, Rin,” Princess Illana said as he helped her out of the carriage. Sweet Goddess of Light, the smile on his face from those words looked so right on him.

All under the Goddess’s Light, Kurt was right, Selene thought, We just needed to get the two of them near each other. Still, that was only supposed to happen between elves. How could it have happened between an elf and a human?

Selene was still concerned about Rin escorting the princess. Knowing the Suprema, the old woman would see a human – especially an armed one – on the sacred grounds of the Sacellum as a provocation. Selene’s worries diminished as she watched Rin with the princess. He wasn’t quite his old self, but he was healing. The shift in Princess Illana was even more dramatic. She was almost back to the young woman from those two months traveling back to Lisandra after her rescue.

“Your highness, we should wait here until the Sacellum Guard can escort us,” Robar suggested. Selene looked at the open-air gardens between the Sapphire Arch and the wide stairs leading into the Sacellum. A few novices were finishing their morning chores in the ornamental flowerbeds. Under normal circumstances, Selene would have dismissed Robar’s concerns. With the Purist sympathizers in the city, Selene wished the princess brought along her Crystal Guard.

For the first few hundred years of the Empire’s existence, the Crystal Blood were the solitary rulers of the domain. Until Tallen the Corrupt. After more than two decades of wild swings between decadence and reigns of terror, the nobility of the Diet – aided and abetted by the sorcerers of the Liopasto and the clerics of the Sacellum – rebelled. The War of Four lasted three years and cost hundreds of thousands of lives. It only ended when Tallen the Corrupt leapt, or perhaps was pushed, from the top of the Crystal Palace while talking with his son. The son, who would go down in Imperial history as Matrim the Wise, negotiated the Great Compact forging the modern Empire. The Crystal Blood was now first among equals with the Diet of Lords, the Sacellum, and the Liopasto. To reinforce each’s independence from the others, the Four were barred from bringing their personal soldiers onto the others’ grounds.

“We don’t have the luxury of time to wait while the Sacellum decides to officially greet us,” the princess said, “Selene and Rin are here. Two Heroes of the Empire should be more than enough to protect me between here and the Suprema’s cloister.” She turned to Rin and bestowed a dazzling smile on the human. Rin didn’t return the smile as he looked around. His hand rested on the handle of his pistol. Princess Illana put a restraining hand on Rin’s arm as he tried to hurry their pace. Rin settled for scowling at anyone who came within ten yards. Novices fled in terror at his visage. Princess Illana pretended not to notice as she climbed the stairs and into the Great Hall.

Dozens of novices, scribes, and ecclesiasts stopped and stared as Princess Illana walked in. The few paladins looked unperturbed, although their nonchalance was forced. Selene looked around at the gawking members of the Sacellum. There should have been some sort of official reception. It wasn’t like they couldn’t have seen the Imperial carriage approaching.

“It seems I am to be your guide to the Suprema’s Cloister, your highness,” Selene said. Internally, Selene fumed. Under Sacellum protocol and common courtesy, at least one of the Heads of the Traditions should have greeted the princess. Selene could feel the the Suprema’s schemes swirling around them.

“That’s fine. I’ve missed your company,” Princess Illana said with a warm tone that didn’t match the cold look in her eyes.

“Your highness, Selene, I will join you later,” Robar said. “There are matters here requiring my attention.” Selene looked at her husband quizzically. What needed his attention after most of a decade?

“If you must,” Selene said. She was annoyed that he was leaving her alone to guide the princess and Rin to the Suprema’s Cloister. Robar nodded his thanks and walked over to a group of ecclesiasts. Robar was from that Tradition. His reputation for compassionately ministering to the lowers of Lisandra was one of the reasons Selene accepted Robar as her husband.

“Should we let him go like that?” Rin asked, with a dangerous tone in his voice.

“Robar won’t betray us. That would invalidate our marriage vows. He takes the vows seriously,” Selene answered as the trio started walking deeper into the Sacellum.

“Even though it’s a forced marriage?” Rin asked. Selene stopped in the middle of the hall and whirled on Rin.

“Who told you that?”

“You just did.”

“How did you know?”

“Selene, I watched you around Marteen for a long time, even after he chose Sasha,” Rin answered, “Robar is so completely different than Marteen, I can’t see you marrying him by choice. I just can’t figure out how that old witch forced you.” Selene’s head whipped around to see if anyone heard the insult. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw that they were alone in the corridor.

“You need to leave this alone,” Selene said, the barest hint of a warning in her voice.

“No,” Rin replied, forcefully. Selene stopped in the middle of the hall and looked at him in shock.

“Excuse me?”

“Illana was rescued because you refused to stop your research on the prophecies when the Suprema ordered you to do so,” Rin said. “You shouldn’t have been punished for that.”

“Is Rin correct?” Princess Illana asked.

“Yes, it was forced, but not because I helped rescue you,” Selene said, keeping her voice under tight control.

“Then why would the Sacellum want to force a marriage on you?”

“Other issues arose after we came back. I didn’t pay as close attention as I should have and was outmaneuvered. The marriage was the most acceptable option,” Selene answered. Rin wanted to press the matter further, but Princess Illana put her hand on his arm. Selene felt silent communication between them.

“So, why Robar?”

“Because of the choices of husbands, he was the most acceptable,” Selene answered. The princess nodded her understanding.

“I don’t trust Robar,” Rin muttered.

“Rin, outside of our little group, are there any elves that you do trust?” Selene asked.

“Point taken. If you trust him, I’ll trust him. As long as you don’t expect me to like him.”

“Can you try to keep your antipathy to something below what you have with Pallus?”

“That may be difficult,” Rin said.

“Why do you and the colonel hate each other so?” Princess Illana asked.

“Because they were two boys who both needed to prove themselves, and they often decided to compete for the attentions of pretty women.” Selene tried to sound neutral, but it was hard remembering the number of times Pallus and Rin tried to best each other in garnering her attentions.

“That’s not true!” Rin shot back.

“That’s how I remember it.”

Princess Illana shot Rin a look that let him know in no uncertain terms he would explain further at a later time. The trio through the Sacellum’s hallway. The soft azure light illuminating the hallways was supposed to be soothing. Of all the jewel-spun buildings in Lisandra, the Sacellum retained more of its original magic because the Sacellum was the only building spun using both the Goddess’s Grace as well as natural magic. When almost all the world’s natural magic was sealed away by the humans, hundreds of jewel-spun buildings collapsed killing thousands of elves. Only the strongest spun buildings remained standing. Something tickled Selene’s memory. There was something in the prophecies around the binding of the world’s magic, but Selene couldn’t remember it clearly.

After we deal with these Purists, I’m going to go back and research. Assuming the Suprema is willing to grant me access to the archives, Selene thought. Selene considered the last time she spoke with the Suprema and internally grimaced. Getting back into the archives was probably the least of her concerns.

Selene put those thoughts away as she saw Robar standing in the hallway. Selene was surprised to see him. She thought he was still talking to old friends. He must have raced up to meet them here. Selene opened her mouth when Robar answered her unspoken question.

“The Heads are waiting for you,” Robar said, “They are not pleased.”

“What are they not pleased about this time?” Selene asked.

“First, you came here under arms, which was one of the reasons you were asked to leave the Sacellum last time. Second, and more importantly, they are extremely upset he’s in the Sacellum.” He nodded to Rin, who thankfully stood there quietly.

“Are they barring me from seeing the Suprema?” Princess Illana asked.

“According to what I was told, as soon as they saw the carriage coming, the Heads and the senior scholars combed through the legal archives for an excuse to do so,” Robar said, “My supposition is they were hoping we would wait at the Sapphire Gate long enough for them to find something in the law. I can’t think of anything they could use to keep the princess from seeing the Suprema. Under Sacellum law and tradition, the Suprema must see the Crystal Blood if she comes to the Sacellum. I think the Heads will try to keep Selene and him out of the Cloister while Suprema talks with the princess.”

“Can they?” Princess Illana asked.

“I don’t think so, your highness,” Robar answered, “Selene and him are Heroes of the Empire. Under Imperial and Sacellum law, they have the right and responsibility for your protection. Not only can they go with you into the Cloister, but they can carry weapons while escorting you. Unfortunately, I’m not a scholar. The Heads of the Traditions might know some obscure Sacellum law to bar their entrance.”

“Sweet Protector,” Rin muttered. All three elves looked wide-eyed at him. Of all the things to say inside the Sacellum.

“What?” Rin asked, with the tone of perfect innocence. Honestly, couldn’t that boy do anything without complicating things? Wait. Rin made a joke. The Rin she remembered joked when he was dealing with difficult situations. Maybe the old Rin was returning.

I TOLD YOU THAT YOUR TASK WAS NOT TO HEAL HIM. The Goddess’s voice boomed through Selene’s head. Selene nearly stumbled from the power crashing through her skull. The Goddess sounded like one of those newfangled cannons of the Capitol Army in her head. Why did the designers of the Sacellum decide to make the building amplify the Goddess’s voice to such painful levels? Robar looked concerned, but Selene waved him away. The Goddess never spoke to him directly, like She did to Selene. He didn’t understand what it was like when She forced Herself into Selene’s mind.

After another few minutes of walking, the hallway opened into an anteroom. Two polished wood benches sat against the walls for those waiting for a private audience with the Suprema. Across from the hall was the simple wood door leading into the Suprema’s Cloister. Normally, four paladins were standing guard at the Suprema’s door. Instead, three women were standing in the middle of the room with matching stern looks.

“Selene, how dare you walk into the Sacellum wearing armor and carrying a sword?” demanded Simona Ler. She was the Head of the Tradition of the Heart, the paladins of the Sacellum. At almost seven and a half feet, Ler was tall for an elven woman. Her black hair was in a short, efficient style. Ler’s weathered face had been pretty when she was a young paladin, but the years and battles were not kind. Ler’s armor bore scars from when she led the paladins in the Army of Reclamation.

“As a Hero of the Empire, I am allowed and required to be armed to protect her highness,” Selene replied.

“We overlooked you taking up the sword during your escapade. Doing so does not make you a paladin. You are not entitled to wear armor. Further, there is no reason to protect the princess within the very walls of the Sacellum.”

“There’s a Purist army marching on the capital,” Selene said, “Since we don’t know when they will show, I do not know when I will be called upon to fulfill my duties as a Hero of the Empire.”

“Being a Hero of the Empire does not give you the right to seek combat in opposition of Sacellum law!”

“I don’t seek combat, but I will be prepared if I find myself in it. I was nearly killed during my ‘escapade’ because I kept strictly to Sacellum law. Worse, my friends were nearly killed. This time, I will be prepared to defend myself and my friends.”

“You forsake your oaths as a scholar!” said Genima Talan in a raised voice. The Head of the Tradition of the Mind was normally soft-spoken. For her, that tone was a tirade of truly epic proportions. The Tradition of the Mind prided itself maintaining calm reason in all situations, and Talan prided herself on being the epitome of her Tradition. Short, plump, and blond, Talan looked somewhat matronly. Until one saw the scheming in Talan’s ice blue eyes. Selene gave her nominal superior a contemptuous glare, but bit back her tongue when Robar laid a restraining hand on her shoulder.

“Head Talan, nothing in your Tradition’s oaths prevent a scholar from learning the martial arts – or employing them in her defense as she fulfills her scholarly duties,” Robar said, “Or those duties thrust upon her by being a Hero of the Empire.”

“Robar, your own transgressions against the Sacellum were not dismissed,” growled Belar Talan, the Head of the Soul, “If you wish to continue being counted among the Sacellum’s clerics, I suggest you not continue to place yourself against the will of the Sacellum.” Belar was Genima’s first cousin. Even with the family resemblance, Belar looked more like a compromise between the two other Heads. Middling of height and weight with dark sandy blonde hair and dark brown eyes. If the stories were true, Belar was once considered a warm and compassionate ecclesiast with a quiet passion for serving others. Those qualities were no longer there since Belar entered the upper ranks of the Tradition of the Soul.

To anyone else, Robar’s face was its normal impassive mask, but Selene could see the tightening around his eyes and mouth betraying his anger. It was Selene’s turn to place the restraining hand on her husband. Robar was likely their only diplomatic road back to the Sacellum after this meeting. It wouldn’t do the princess any good to have him flay the Heads apart with Sacellum doctrine. Selene had been on the receiving end of two of his tongue lashings when she pushed him too far. Robar looked down at Selene’s hand, then up at her, and then nodded.

“Very well, Head Talan. If you will excuse me Heads, I will attend to more appropriate matters while I am here in the Sacellum,” Robar said. The three women nodded in dismissal, satisfied they cowed at least one of the princess’s attendants. Robar shot Selene a look of caution before walking out of the anteroom.

Princess Illana stepped in front of the Heads. The three elder clerics gave exquisitely perfect expressions of respect for the Crystal Blood. Selene half-expected the princess to tear into the three of them, but instead the young princess wore the look of a disappointed superior dealing with insubordinate subordinates. Selene shot a quick glance back at Rin. His face was an expressionless mask.

“I have come to speak with the Suprema,” Illana said with the full force of command. The Heads traded surprised looks. This was not the princess they expected. “You three may either escort me in to see her or go back to your duties. I’m sure there are many for women of your importance.” The Heads all flashed identical glares of anger. They were not used to be dismissed like common servants.

“Of course, your highness, we would be most happy to escort you,” Head Genima Talan said. Her sister Heads took their cue from the scholar and generously swept to the side. Head Ler opened the door to the Suprema’s Cloister. Princess Illana inclined her head the minimum fraction required by the rules of polite society before gliding across the floor. Rin followed Princess Illana but paused as Head Simona Ler stepped to block him. Rin looked the leader of the paladins up and down as if deciding whether the woman was an annoyance to be ignored or an actual threat to be dealt with. The paladin smiled as if she welcomed the fight.

“With respect your highness, this one is not allowed to step into the sacred Cloister,” Head Simona Ler said, a look of disgust twisting her face. “None who do not know the Goddess’s Grace may be allowed entrance. That is the Sacellum law.”

“The Sacellum would obstruct a Hero of the Empire in his duty to protect the Crystal Blood?” Princess Illana asked, with a perfect neutral. Before the Heads could answer, a warm soprano from inside the Cloister interrupted them.

“As amusing as this petty squabbling could be, Princess Illana came all the way here for something more important than debating Sacellum rules,” the Suprema said. “Daughters, please see to the rest of my children. The two Heroes may enter with her.”

The Suprema sat behind the same desk she had used since her rise to the office. She was probably the oldest person Selene knew. The woman flicked her cold blue eyes at Rin and Selene before they settled on Princess Illana. There was a tense pause as the two women stared at each other. Princess Illana finally broke the tense silence with a warm smile.

“Suprema, thank you for seeing us,” Princess Illana said, inclining her head slightly. Selene saw the flash of surprise in the Suprema before the older woman recovered and returned her face to its normal serenity.

“Of course, your highness,” the Suprema replied, “If you felt it necessary to come to the Sacellum, it must be important.”

“May I assume you’ve heard of the Purist threat to the city?” Illana asked.

“The Chancellor advised me on the rumors being spread by the Mareian ambassador,” the Suprema answered. The older woman’s eyes flicked to Rin for the barest instance before returning to the princess.

“Heroes of the Empire confirmed a Purist army is marching on Lisandra. It will take some time for the Capitol Army to return to the city, which leaves my subjects undefended,” Princess Illana said, “I must ask the Sacellum to place its considerable resources at the Crystal Palace’s disposal to defend this city.” The Suprema studied the princess for a long moment before speaking.

“I’m sorry, but that will not be possible,” the Suprema answered. Princess Illana’s body went rigid. Selene involuntarily braced for the coming tirade. Instead of the expected screaming rage, Princess Illana’s voice was cold as ice.

“Perhaps you should explain why,” the princess said. The Suprema frowned at the princess’s words.

“I am not accustomed to explaining my decisions,” the Suprema replied, with an affronted tone. “I am the Suprema of the Sacellum. It is my responsibility – and mine alone – to determine how the Sacellum responds to any request.”

“I am not one of your clerics. I am the Crystal Blood. Your decision affects my city and my subjects. So, yes, you will explain.”

“This is not yet your city and they are not yet your subjects, your highness,” the Suprema said with the aggravated patience of a tutor with a particularly dense student. “According to the laws of this Empire, the people are under the protection of the Diet.” Princess Illana gave the Suprema a hard stare. The Suprema involuntarily shrank back before remembering herself and straightening back up.

“While you are correct that I have no legal authority over the residents of this city at this time, they are still my subjects. If the Sacellum, as the populace’s spiritual advisors, refuses to support me in defending Lisandra, then perhaps it is time to find others who will,” Princess Illana said, then spun on her heel and started to stride out of the Suprema’s Cloister.

“What are you going to do, child?” the Suprema asked, condescendingly, “Demand the Jeweled Empire convert to your lover’s Protector?” Princess Illana paused at the door long enough to fix the Suprema with a dangerous glare.

“Such a remark is below the dignity of the Suprema,” Princess Illana said, her voice hovering just above the temperature of ice. “However, since you are under an incorrect impression, let me clarify. There is nothing in the laws of the Empire requiring the Sacellum to be the only way for the Imperial subjects to speak with the Goddess. Tradition, yes, but not law. The Crystal Blood respects tradition, but as you have reminded us, we are only bound by the law. As such, the Crystal Blood will support any who provide for our people’s needs – both spiritual and physical.” The Suprema sat in shock as her mind grappled with Princess Illana’s words. The Suprema’s eyes bulged as she launched to her feet.

“You would treat with heresy?” the Suprema demanded. “You would risk Expulsion?”

“There is very little I will not do or risk to protect my subjects,” Princess Illana answered, her own tone cool and calm. “Including withdrawing the Crystal Blood’s support of the Sacellum.” Princess Illana walked out of the door before the Suprema could say another word. Rin followed in her wake.

“Selene, a moment,” the Suprema said, as Selene was walking out the door.

“Yes, Suprema?”

“Does your appearance here mean you have finally chosen to do as I have asked?” the Suprema asked.

“No, it means I am following what the Goddess asked of me,” Selene answered.

“She still speaks to you?” the Suprema asked, surprised.

“She never stopped speaking to me.”

“You were warned about going against the Sacellum, again,” the Suprema said.

“You aren’t worried about me going against the Sacellum. You are worried I will join with those in the Sacellum who want to replace you.”

“You are picking up bad habits from that child,” the Suprema said, “I admit the girl acted far more like her grandfather today than I have ever seen from her before. Even if she is making a disastrous mistake. Did you have a hand in that?”

“To answer your question, no,” Selene answered. “As to your assertion, you are the one making the mistake.”

“Not allowing the paladins to fight against this Purist force?” the Suprema asked, “The Purists are no threat to the Sacellum. Their own literature states have no quarrel with the clerics.”

“Only tangentially, but that wasn’t the mistake to which I was referring,” Selene replied, “No, your mistake is treating Princess Illana as the child you think her to be and not the empress she is going to become.”

“Selene, you are still as foolish as you were when you ran away on that silly adventure,” the Suprema said, “Worse, you think because of the horrible things you’ve endured, you are somehow wiser. I hate to see you waste yourself in this foolishness. For the sake of mercy, I offer you a chance to return to your rightful place in the Sacellum. Maybe with a few decades of proper instruction, you could reach the potential we saw in you when you first came to us.”

“I see very clearly where my path leads, and it’s not back to the Sacellum,” Selene said.

“Then you have chosen,” the Suprema said, regretfully, “I hope you can live with the consequences. You are Expelled.” Selene felt as if her heart was ripped out. She knew Expulsion was a possibility when she agreed to come with the princess, but only intellectually. Hearing the words nearly drove Selene to her knees.

“You can’t Expel me without a trial,” Selene said. The Suprema smiled.

“There will be a trial, Selene, but you’re even more of a fool if you think any cleric would vote against my will,” the old woman said. “You may be a Hero of the Empire, but I am the Suprema.” Selene walked out of the Suprema’s Cloister trying to grapple with what just happened. Selene expected the Heads to be waiting, but instead Robar was waiting with Rin and the princess. Her husband looked his normal calm self, but Selene could see the light of excitement in his eyes. He bowed to the princess.

“Your highness, there’s something you need to see,” Robar said. Rin shot Robar a suspicious look, but Selene waved him down. Rin grimaced but followed along without complaint. Robar led them down to one of the large halls. Standing in the center of the hall were close to two hundred clerics from all three traditions. As Selene surveyed the crowd, she saw most of the crowd were younger clerics with a handful of seniors. Robar turned back to the princess as they walked into the hall.

“They heard you are raising defenses against the Purists,” Robar said, “They could do with some words from you, your highness.” Princess Illana looked over the group and smiled.

“You did this?” Selene asked Robar as the princess stepped up to talk to the assembled group.

“I just informed some old friends that the princess was here, and she was talking with the Suprema about a very serious threat to the city.”

“Why?”

“Selene, the Sacellum isn’t going to side with the princess against the Chancellor,” Robar answered. “The Suprema, the Heads, and the senior members of the Traditions are too comfortable with the current balance of power. The younger members of the Sacellum, on the other hand, are the ones who live and talk with people in Lisandra.” Selene looked at her husband, seeing him in a new light. He never did anything that so much as hinted as going against the Sacellum. Yet, he must have been planning this even before they arrived at the Sacellum. Selene gave Robar a small smile of approval as the princess started to speak.

“I am Princess Illana, the Crystal Blood,” the princess announced to the gathered clerics, “So you will all know what we face, there is an army of the Purists marching on Lisandra. Based on their beliefs, they intend to purify the Crystal Blood by murdering me and anyone who gets in their way. They hold a misguided belief that doing so will return the Empire to its former glory. Anyone who gets in their way includes the people of this city. I have no intention of letting them do so without a very nasty fight.” She let the crowd murmur for a few moments before continuing.

“The Capitol Army is far away training with the new arms we received from the Mareian Republic. We have few resources to defend Lisandra. I came here to request the Suprema place the Sacellum’s valiant paladins and clerics at the Crystal Blood’s command to bolster the defense of Lisandra’s citizens. It is the Suprema’s considered opinion that the Purists do not pose a threat to the Sacellum, and therefore it does not need to involve itself in this fight. She is correct. The Purists have not called for the abolition of the Sacellum, only the Crystal Blood. All of you will be perfectly safe within the Sacellum’s grounds.”

“Why are you telling us this?” a young scholar asked. Princess Illana’s face hardened before she continued.

“As I said, I intend to protect the people of this city. The Heroes of the Empire have come together again. They stand by my side, as does the Crystal Guard and the Lisandra constabulary. Others will join our cause to protect the city from these rebels. I cannot ask you to go against the Sacellum. What I will ask you is to think of the innocent people who will be caught between the invaders and the defenders. Think about what is coming. What do your own oaths to the Goddess ask of you?”

“You are asking us to forsake our oaths of obedience to the Suprema and the Sacellum,” an ecclesiast stated. Some of the others looked about nervously.

“I am asking you to look to what called you to serve the Sacellum. I’m asking you to judge for yourselves what is the highest duty of the Traditions. Who are you ultimately serving?” The murmurs in the crowd grew larger.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?” boomed a woman’s harsh voice through the hall. From one of the side doors, a tall woman in paladin’s leathers walked into the hall. She was flanked by two male paladins who oozed casual violence. The gathered clerics were paralyzed as the dark-haired woman swept them with her hawk-like eyes.

“I am telling these clerics why I have come to the Sacellum, paladin,” Princess Illana answered, completely unfazed by the woman’s harsh glare.

“You are leading them dangerously close to heresy,” the paladin said. Princess Illana fixed the woman with a cold glare.

“Your highness,” the paladin amended.

“I’m sure the Sacellum has already explained what their duties are and how to properly execute them,” Princess Illana said. “I’m fulfilling my duties as the Crystal Blood in telling them what the people they serve face in the next few days.” The paladin’s eyes slid from the princess to fix on Robar.

“You’re behind this, aren’t you?” the paladin asked Robar. “This smells of your machinations.”

“If you are asking whether I explained the realities of the situation to some of my Tradition who wanted to hear what Princess Illana had to say, then yes,” Robar answered.

“You are dangerously close to being Expelled from the Sacellum, Robar,” the paladin said, “Just like your wife.” The paladin’s last word dripped with the venom. Robar whirled on Selene, his eyes wide with astonishment.

“If any of you are in this hall in the next minute, we will put you to the question to make sure where your loyalties lie,” the paladin said. The clerics nearly fell over each other running for the different exits. In less than a minute, only the paladin, her guards, Princess Illana, Robar, Rin, and Selene were standing in the hall. The paladin strode over to Robar and gave him a harsh glare.

“Why in the light are you courting Expulsion?” the paladin asked, with a shocking tender concern.

“I support my wife,” Robar answered. The paladin slapped Robar hard enough to drive him to the floor. Selene found herself between Robar and the snarling woman. The two locked glares. Both women gripped the hilts of their swords. The tension was broken by Rin’s chuckles. The paladin whipped her head to focus her glare on Rin.

“What is so funny, human?” the paladin spit out through clenched teeth.

“You smacking Robar,” Rin said. “I really enjoyed seeing that.” To Selene’s horror, Rin traced a triangle in the air with his two forefingers. The paladin looked confused.

“May the Protector bless you and keep you in His mercies,” Rin intoned. The paladin sputtered as rage turned her pale skin a dangerous shade of puce. Selene took advantage of the moment to drag Robar to his feet out of the hall. Rin followed with a casual stride. As soon as they were back out in the sun, Selene shot an evil look back at Rin. He just grinned back. Selene deflated as they continued walking to the carriage. As much as Selene hated to admit it, sometimes Rin’s propensity to push things was useful.

“Who was that paladin?” Princess Illana asked as she stepped lightly into the carriage.

“Etan,” Robar answered, with a flat tone. “She’s one of the three color leaders for the Tradition of the Heart. Perhaps their best commander.”

“So why does she hate you?” Rin asked. “That slap was personal.”

“I’d rather not discuss it,” Robar answered. Rin was about to press the issue further, but Selene reached over and slightly rapped him on the head.

“Leave it alone,” Selene told Rin. He shrugged before leaning back next to Illana. Selene looked at her husband out of the corner of her eye. He would hate to see the pity that was welling up inside her. Robar looked out the window, refusing to look at the others. Selene couldn’t blame him. This was probably the first time Robar had seen Etan since he broke off their own engagement to marry Selene.

Chapter Fifteen

Every lord with an eligible son has paraded him before the illustrious Crystal Blood, in hopes of a most advantageous match. Indeed, whispers abound of a looming engagement between the Crystal Blood and the dashing Hero Pallus Parn. One cannot help but ponder, however, why the Crystal Blood has so resolutely turned away every proposal. Rumor has it that the vigilant Lady Sonya has steadfastly refused to present any suitors to the Crystal Blood, citing the Blood’s well-known volatile disposition. Yet, hushed voices speak of a more sinister reason — a reason tied to the mysterious vanishing of the valiant Hero Acciaio. – Anonymous source, as reported in the “Aponte Hill Whispers” tabloid

RIN

Rin was grappling with what was happening inside of him while Illana and the ambassador talked. Rin wanted to be angry at Illana. When he walked into this room, he wanted to unleash a decade’s worth of pent-up anger and rage at her. She even gave him the perfect opportunity with her attitude when they first walked in. Except when her blue eyes met his, all his anger melted away. In its place, Rin felt something reopen with Illana. The same connection that opened the day they found her under that mountain. He could feel Illana in his mind like a warm comforting glow. Rin wished everyone would leave so he could deal with the sudden whiplash. So that he could just talk with Illana. Then the Chancellor stormed into the room.

Rin instantly recognized the man. The man who deftly manipulated Rin down to the docks to go back to Marei. Rin didn’t understand what was happening back then, but as the Chancellor talked, the memories flowed back. Looking at what the Chancellor did with the eyes of a ranger – and having talked with his friends – Rin understood. Just as Rin made the realization about his past, he also realized something else. He could feel Illana’s hatred of the chancellor in that part of his mind where her warm glow resided. It startled him enough that he barely registered when Sasha announced that everyone else was leaving. And he would be alone with Illana.

The room fell silent as Illana and Rin just looked at each other, neither sure what to say. Moments stretched into minutes as the two walked around the room, warily eyeing each other. There was so much Rin wanted to tell Illana. Words were never his strong suit. It was why he was always on the losing end with Pallus. Worse, he was scared if he said the wrong thing, their sudden connection would vanish. He looked at Illana, but he couldn’t read her expression. Part of him wished he was back in the Badlands. At least he understood the dangers there. Finally, Illana broke the silence.

“I don’t know whether I hate you or I love you. Maybe both,” Illana said, looking at the fireplace. She whirled to face him. “Nothing to say in your defense?”

“Illana, until I walked in and saw you, I was sure I hated you as much as I do your Empire,” Rin answered. “I’ve had this, I don’t know, ball of anger in me since I left this continent. I thought it was because of how everyone forgot about me when we came back. Then everything changed when I saw you. All of my anger just went away.” Rin wracked his brain for a better way to describe what he was feeling.

“You hated me?” Illana asked, in a small voice. Rin grimaced. Of all the things he said, that was what she decided to hear? After she already said she wasn’t sure if she hated him. How did her mind work?

“Illana, a week ago, I knew everyone on this continent, including you, was happy I left,” Rin explained. “All of you had turned your backs on me.”

“How could you think that? About me?” Illana asked. He felt her pain through their connection. It took Rin a moment before he could speak again. This was going downhill fast. He took a moment to collect his thoughts. How had he talked to her when they were traveling back to Lisandra?

“Illana, what happened when we returned to Lisandra?” Rin asked. “After that first night when we were given these medals, when did we see each other?” Illana visibly stopped her retort. Rin could see her pondering his words.

“Yes, we didn’t see much of each other, but there was a great deal happening,” Illana admitted.

“Except for that night and the one breakfast a couple of days later, we didn’t see each other at all,” Rin replied.

“That can’t be true,” Illana said, her face scrunched up in thought.

“In fact, I think the breakfast was a mistake by the people around you. They certainly made sure it never happened again.” Illana looked like she wanted to object, but instead she sat down in one of the chairs

“Why didn’t I notice we were being kept apart?”

“I’m learning everything I thought I knew about what happened about that time isn’t true. None of the others saw me being pushed aside. They were too dazzled by everything thrown at them. Talking with Kurt, Marteen, and Selene helped me understand what was happening to them. That none of them wanted to see me leave. Still, in the end, leaving was something I needed to do.” Rin flinched at the pulse of hurt he felt echo in their connection.

“You needed to leave me?”

“That wasn’t quite how I meant it.”

“How did you mean that?”

“I needed to prove to myself that I was more than being just part of some prophecy. I needed to find out who I really am.” Rin paused as he collected his thoughts.

“Then, I look at you, and that drive to prove myself is lessened. Not gone, but less. I don’t know how better to say it.” Illana appeared in his lap. Her warm hands stroked his cheeks. An odd sense of peace filled Rin with her touch. He felt their connection fill with a warmth he didn’t know he had been missing. The pain was suddenly far away, and he realized how much he missed being close to Illana. Echoes of old feelings rang through Rin.

“I’ve decided I don’t hate you, Rin,” Illana said, with a familiar, mischievous smile.

“You’ve decided?”

“I have a confession to make. I’m just as confused as you are. Everything you said? The anger? I had it in me as well. Except it made me want to drive everyone away. Everyone was just being so foolish about this stupid political fight or that public appearance. None of it was important, and I wanted all of them to stop bothering me. Then you came back, and it was like a cloud lifted, and I could see the sun again.” She paused for a moment and locked eyes with Rin. She bent down and gave him a very chaste kiss. It sent jolts through Rin.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen, but at least you’re back home, again,” Illana said. She placed a finger on his lips before Rin could say anything. “You are home. You are with me. That is home.” Rin looked at Illana skeptically but didn’t argue.

“Rin, do you love me?” Illana asked. The question caught Rin off guard. He stopped himself from answering immediately. This wasn’t a casual question for either of them. He dug deep in his mind as he pondered Illana’s question. Was that what he was feeling between them?

“I think so,” Rin admitted. “I want to think that’s what I’m feeling, but my feeling have bounced around so hard in the past hour, I don’t know.” Illana looked regally satisfied before leaning into him. He breathed in the light floral scent of her perfume.

“That’s how I feel too,” Illana said, “There is one thing I am certain about. I am not going to lose you again. The sooner you understand that the easier everything will be.” There was a determined glint in her eye. Rin let out a resigned chuckle. The iron door opened, and Illana jumped off Rin’s lap.

“Are you two done making up?” Sasha asked, striding back into the room. The red-headed regent gave the pair a disappointed harrumph. “Not enough. The princess’s makeup isn’t even smudged.”

“You told us to be on our best behavior,” Rin replied.

“No, I told you to be on your best behavior,” Sasha said. “I expected her to show more initiative.” Illana and Rin traded confused looks.

“We’ll discuss that later. The chief constable sent word he will come here in an hour. Rin, go find something to eat. The princess and I need to talk.” Rin just shook his head in frustration with the minds of women.

Chapter Fourteen

Cull told us that the Crystal Blood would choose one of the Heroes. Something about that person being necessary to the ritual. I didn’t really pay attention to the specifics about the ritual other than my responsibilities and that of my squad. As a member of the Black, I wasn’t the fanatic like those in the Red or the rabble of followers Cull somehow pulled together over the years. We in the Black were all professional soldiers. Anyway, we’re in the chamber with the Crystal Blood on the stone table. We’re listening as the Heroes fight their way through the rabble. At least those fools were decent sword fodder. Then, one of the walls comes crashing down, and there’s this human standing up from the rubble. Before any of us can do anything, the Crystal Blood and this human lock eyes on each other. It was like time stopped and none of us could move. For the time it took for that human to walk to the Crystal Blood, everyone felt like the world was spinning around them. It was at that point that I truly believed in everything Cull had told us. – Interview with Colton Mu, the only survivor of Cull’s Black.

SASHA

Sasha – she still thought of herself as Sasha – saw Rin stiffen at her mentioning the Empire as “home.” After Selene explained what happened to Rin, Sasha half-expected the reaction. It still hurt. She kept up the pleasant facade as she cursed herself silently. If she spent just a little more time with Rin, maybe he wouldn’t have left. Maybe their lives wouldn’t have been so hard for the past decade.

Sasha’s reveille was broken by familiar high-pitched screaming. She shot a quick glance over at Ambassador Tierra, who was politely ignoring the sound of the building tantrum as they neared the sitting room. He even politely ignored the crimson flush of embarrassment highlighting Sasha’s cheeks. Sasha looked over at Rin. There was a new light in his eyes. It both worried and excited her. Perhaps Selene’s crazy idea was right.

“I don’t want to talk to the Mareians!” Princess Illana screamed at the top of her lungs. “I am going to the gardens today! I’ve been looking forward to this all morning!”

“Your highness, this is important,” Selene said, with a pleading tone. Sasha winced. She should have stayed to handle Princess Illana, but she was so impatient to see Rin again. Sasha regretted her decision. Selene was making the mistakes of someone who didn’t deal with the princess on a regular basis.

“If it’s so important, Sonya and Pallus can tell me about it when I return,” Princess Illana said, stubbornly. As Sasha, Rin, Ambassador Tierra, and Major Agnelli walked into the sitting room, Illana spun to put her back to them. Rin lost a half-step when he saw the princess. This might turn out better than she hoped, assuming the princess didn’t terminally offend the other Mareians. They could be touchy around propriety and honor.

“Your highness, Ambassador Tierra is here to discuss the Purists,” Sasha said. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t say Rin was here, but her instincts told her it was important. Princess Illana just waved at them dismissively without ever looking back at them. Ambassador Tierra kept the perfect diplomat’s face, but Sasha saw the flash of anger in Major Agnelli’s eyes at the insult. Rin stepped in front of the others. He was so focused on Illana he didn’t notice everyone else watching him.

“Illana, stop acting like this.” Rin’s hard voice cracked like a whip across the room. Princess Illana whirled around at the sound of Rin’s voice. Her blue eyes were wide with shock.

“You can’t talk to me like that,” Illana said. The words were long-ingrained reflex but lacked any of the normal vitriol. It sounded more like a plea than a command.

“Yes, I can,” Rin said, his voice softening. The room was silent as Rin and Princess Illana stared at each other. Sasha felt as if she were being physically pushed away from the intensity between the two of them. It was just like when they first laid eyes on each other.

“Rin?” Illana asked softly. From his guarded stance, Rin expected Illana to explode in fury. The soft words caught him off-guard. Sasha let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

“Um, yes,” Rin said, his voice shaky. Illana stepped closer, looking at Rin as if he was an apparition that would disappear if she made the wrong move. He kept perfectly still, as if any movement on his part would spook Illana. It was hauntingly familiar to their charming dance they did the first few days after they saved Illana from the mad cleric Cull. Both froze for a long moment. Then, Illana grabbed Rin’s jacket with tight fists.

“Where have you been?” Illana asked in that same soft tone. “No one would tell me where you were.”

“I went home to the Republic,” Rin answered. Sasha’s heart plummeted as Illana’s blue eyes flashed with a familiar anger. Maybe Kurt and Selene were wrong.

“Went home? This is your home. Lisandra is your home,” Illana said, jabbing her finger at the floor. Sasha stared at the princess in surprise. Illana was speaking firmly, not shrilly. In that moment, Illana looked more like the Empress she should have been instead of the petulant child she often was. Rin’s face grew firm.

“Illana, this city hasn’t been home to me since my parents were murdered,” Rin replied. “When we returned after rescuing you, it was made very clear to me this city was not my home. I was angry at the time, but they were right. I needed to find out what to do with my life.” Flashing blue eyes met unmoving green.

“You were supposed to be here with me,” Illana said. “That was what you needed to do with your life. You promised you would be here with me.”

“Did you keep your promise to me?” Rin asked. Illana looked like Rin slapped her.

“What do you mean?”

“You promised to be with me as well.”

“I tried,” Illana said.

"Maybe you did.” The two stared at each other for another long moment. Then both looked around like they suddenly remembered they weren’t alone.

“Illana, you need to listen to the ambassador," Rin said. Sasha held her breath as she watched Illana. Any other time, Sasha would expect to see Illana lash out at anyone who told her what to do. Instead, there was the rare look of thoughtfulness on the princess’s face.

Goddess, Sasha thought to herself, Kurt and Selene are right. When Illana let herself think before just reacting emotionally to a problem, she was frighteningly perceptive. The trick was getting her to think before she let her uncontrolled passions loose. None of them could reign in Princess Illana except on rare occasions.

“Please accept my apologies, Ambassador Tierra,” Princess Illana said, actual contrition in her voice, “I was rude, and I have no excuse for my actions. Please sit.” The princess motioned to the overstuffed chairs close to the fireplace. Years of dealing with political opposition allowed Sasha to bury her shock behind polite neutrality.

“Seeing loved ones after so many years is bound to bring up long-buried emotions,” Ambassador Tierra said, settling himself in one of the chairs. Relief flooded through Sasha as the ambassador ignored Illana’s earlier tirade. The ambassador looked over at Sasha with a slight knowing smile. Major Agnelli stood impassively at his ambassador’s shoulder. From the set of the man’s eyes, the major hadn’t forgiven the princess’s rudeness quite yet.

“True, very true, your excellency,” Sasha said, “Although it is always a pleasure to see you, I very much doubt you came just to see old friends reunite.” The ambassador’s smile faltered.

“Unfortunately, that is also true,” Ambassador Tierra said, “Hero Volker said you were informed about the Purists marching on Lisandra?” Sasha nodded. How had that rabble managed to find a couple thousand fools to attack the capital, much less getting their hands on that many muskets? The ambassador’s voice brought Sasha back from her dark thoughts.

“Through the course of our normal business in your city, the Republic became aware that some of your subjects are planning to riot sometime in the next couple of weeks. It didn’t make any sense as there didn’t seem to be any inciting incident. Then, Ranger Acciaio and Heroes Volker and Madrigal told me about the Purists marching on the city.”

“These ‘subjects’ you speak of, do you know if they are Purists?” Princess Illana asked.

“At the very least, they are Purist sympathizers, your highness,” Ambassador Tierra confirmed. “Our merchants told my staff they’ve encountered more and more who are being open with their sympathies to the Purist cause. Since my government is concerned over any event that might disrupt trade between our nations – or turn into another Night of Blood and Fire. I brought this to the Chancellor. I was hoping he would recall the Capitol Army, or at the very least, reinforce the constabulary. Unfortunately, since I would not tell your Chancellor how we came about this information, he dismissed it as rumor.” Princess Illana’s eyes flashed with anger, but her neutral face didn’t change.

“Perhaps we should discuss this with the Chancellor, your highness,” Sasha said to Princess Illana. Before the princess could answer, almost as if he was summoned, the Chancellor of the Imperial Diet strode into the room.

Chancellor Kallus Parn was dressed in a fine tunic and pants of deep blue that complimented his long, lean body. His dark brown eyes flashed with annoyance as he surveyed the gathered Heroes and Mareians, but his sharp features were the carefully schooled neutral of a veteran politician. Chancellor Parn shot Pallus a questioning look, but his son said nothing. The Chancellor’s eyes locked on Rin. The mask of neutrality slipped for just a moment. Fear sparked in the Chancellor’s eyes before he tore his gaze away from Rin and focused on Sasha.

“Well, this certainly explains how the Mareians managed to gain an audience with you, Lady Sonya. Especially after I made it clear to the ambassador that the Imperial government would not entertain their careless rumors,” Chancellor Parn said.

“The Diet is not the whole of the Imperial government, Chancellor. Further, the information Ambassador Tierra brought about pending riots is disturbing. Especially in light of reports of a two-thousand-strong army of musket-armed Purists is marching on Lisandra.” Sasha said, slipping firmly into her Lady Sonya persona.

“Ridiculous. Even if that rabble could somehow get two thousand men in one place, they certainly couldn’t form a credible army,” the chancellor said, waving his hand dismissively.

“We’ve seen them,” Kurt said.

“You saw this army? And did nothing to stop them?”

“We didn’t see their army exactly. We saw their camp near the Ghaln Mountains. Their Prior told us the army was marching on Lisandra – led by the Edess Kul.”

“And you believed him?” the chancellor asked, with the barest hint of mockery.

“We saw their camp and fought their rearguard. All of whom were armed with muskets,” Marteen answered, standing up. “If their remnants were armed with them, why wouldn’t the main force be similarly equipped?” Every so often, Marteen would speak in the professional cadence he picked up from his time in the Reclamation Army. Sasha felt the pang of pain as she saw the ghost of the man she fell in love with. If only he could keep that control when not in combat.

“So, you ran into a few men who claimed to be Purists and happened to have illegal guns,” the chancellor said. The chancellor sneered at Marteen in a way Sasha was very familiar with. “Were you even sober when you ran into these so-called Purists, Madrigal?” Much to Sasha’s surprise, it was Rin who answered.

“It was a recently used encampment for a large number of troops. The ones we fought were armed with the same kind of muskets currently being supplied to your soldiers by the Republic under the current trade treaty. Including clean marks from the official Republican Armory. That would indicate a well-organized and well-supplied force, not a rabble of rebels.” Rin and the chancellor traded intense glares for a long moment. Sasha instinctively knew something happened between the two men. When this crisis was over, she was going to find out what it was.

“Chancellor Parn, you have statements from three Heroes of the Empire informing you there is a threat to my city,” Illana said, her voice a strong and calm soprano. “Combined with what the ambassador told you about possible riots, there is enough reason to recall the Capitol Army from its training and declare a state of emergency.”

“Your highness, I understand why you would feel that way, but I disagree. Based on the dubious nature of the ambassador’s information, recalling the Capitol Army before its training is completed is not warranted,” Chancellor Parn said, with a forced warmness. Illana fixed the chancellor with a cold glare.

“I am not willing to take that risk. I have asked, and now I am ordering you to do this,” Illana said.

“You don’t have that authority until your coronation,” Chancellor Parn replied. “Moreover, under the terms of your regency, Lady Sonya cannot give orders to any military units except the Crystal Guard. Until your coronation, only the Diet can declare a state of emergency for Lisandra, and I control the Diet.”

“You are putting this city – my subjects – in danger,” Princess Illana said, the slightest hint of a threat in her cold-iron voice, “There will be consequences.” Chancellor Parn studied Illana, as if reappraising the princess.

“Perhaps,” the Chancellor replied, after a long moment, “Nevertheless, I, as the Chancellor of the Diet, cannot declare a state of emergency simply because of a rabble of fanatics. Especially not on such dubious grounds. I’m sure your highness understands the Empire cannot be seen as to be panicking in the face of a peasant uprising. Especially not while being watched by the eyes of our current trading partners.” The chancellor flicked his eyes at the ambassador.

“You’re making a mistake, Parn,” Marteen said through clenched teeth. The Chancellor looked at Marteen as if deciding whether the swordsman was a real threat. Kurt put his hand on Marteen to restrain the elf. Satisfied, Chancellor Parn turned back to Sasha and Illana.

“You can rail against my decision all you want, but I’ve discussed this with the Diet, and they are in agreement,” Chancellor Parn said. “I would remind the Crystal Blood that even she is bound by the laws of the Empire.” Chancellor Parn shot a venomous glare at his son before striding out of the room without waiting for the princess or Sasha to dismiss him. Both women watched him go with shocked looks at the public slight.

“My father has decided it is time to dispose with the polite fiction he and Lady Sonya are ruling in harmony,” Pallus commented before walking over to stand next to Sasha. Sasha shot him a furious look but said nothing.

“Be that as may, Colonel Pallus, I must protect my city even if the Diet refuses to do so,” Princess Illana said, her voice steady.

“So, how do we defend the city?” asked Marteen.

“As the chancellor said, the Diet controls the armies, but we control the Crystal Guard,” Princess Illana answered. She turned to Pallus. “Colonel, call up your reserves.”

“Your highness, even with the reserves, the Guard is only four hundred soldiers. That’s not going to be enough to protect the city from two thousand Purists,” Pallus said.

“We should alert the constabulary,” Sasha said. “Colonel, could you ask Chief Constable Dalan to meet with the Crystal Blood?”

“Even if the constables join us, it’s not going to be enough, is it?” Princess Illana asked.

“No, your highness,” Kurt answered. Princess Illana frowned as she paced. Sasha noticed Rin’s eyes followed the princess as she walked back and forth.

“Where do we get more soldiers?” Princess Illana asked.

“You don’t have a militia?” Rin asked. “A city this size is bound to have hundreds of veterans. You don’t have a means of calling them up?”

“Well, technically, any veteran would be part of the reserves, but the reserves are formally under the Capitol Army,” Sasha answered. "We can’t call them back to duty.”

“I know that look Sasha. What do you have in mind?” Selene asked.

“Kurt, you and Marteen go into Lisandra and round up every veteran and willing person you can find. We will ask the citizens of the city to prepare for a siege and defend their homes. Officially, they will be forming volunteer units. Make sure that is very clear. Volunteer units. If they refer to themselves as anything else would allow the Chancellor to disband them."

“I think we can dig up just the people you’re looking for,” Kurt said, getting up and dragging Marteen out.

“What about the Sacellum?” Illana asked. “We need the Suprema to raise the Barrier, integrate the paladins into our defenses, set up aid stations-”

“I don’t think that will be possible, your highness,” Selene interrupted.

“Why?”

“The Suprema will not see the threat from the Pursits,” Selene cautioned.

“Then I will make her see things my way,” Princess Illana replied. “We will go see the Suprema and explain the situation to her.” Selene’s face was impassive, but her husband Robar was uncomfortable with the princess’s plan. Princess Illana’s gaze settled on Ambassador Tierra.

“Ambassador, you have a cadre stationed at your embassy,” Princess Illana started, but the ambassador stopped the princess with a raised hand.

“I apologize, your highness, but I must remind you that the Mareian Embassy is accredited to the Empire, not the Crystal Palace,” Ambassador Tierra said, regret heavy in his voice, “By the terms of the Republic’s treaty with the Empire, if the Chancellor refuses to ask for our assistance, I cannot provide you with military support.” Princess Illana’s eyes glowed with annoyance, but her face kept its polite neutral stance. Sasha was impressed. This was a new princess. Major Agnelli caught Rin’s eye and nodded towards the ambassador. Rin smiled and cleared his throat. Ambassador Tierra looked over at Rin.

“Did you have something to contribute, Ranger Acciaio?” the ambassador asked.

“Sir, I came to the Empire tracking down a human sorcerer who is implicated in a ritual murder in the Badlands,” Rin said, “My investigation has determined my quarry is working with the Purists as a part of the army approaching Lisandra.”

“Of course, yes, thank you for the reminder,” the ambassador said, a knowing smile spreading across his face. “Ranger Agnelli, as the senior ranger, I’ll let you handle assisting Ranger Acciaio in capturing his quarry. I wouldn’t dream of interfering with a ranger’s hunt.” Ambassador Tierra turned back to the princess.

“As I said, the Republic cannot officially assist you against the wishes of the chancellor. I’m sorry that we cannot do more. If you will please excuse me, I must go talk with the ships down at the docks to inform their captains of the attack. Since you will be meeting with the chief constable, I will ask Ranger Acciaio to remain here to discuss his quarry with the local constabulary.”

“Of course, your excellency,” Princess Illana said, her eyes dancing with amusement, “I understand your position, perfectly. I’m sure there will be ample opportunities in the future for our nations to work together.” Ambassador Tierra stood, bowed, and walked out of the room with Major Agnelli in tow. The senior ranger looked at Rin and tapped his chin with his forefinger and index finger. Rin returned the gesture as the two Republicans left. Mareians and their strange hand signals. It was like an entire separate language with those humans.

Sasha pondered what other suggestions she could provide the princess. She was delighted to see this new side of the princess. Kurt was right. They just had to get Rin and the princess back together. Why couldn’t they have figured that out years ago and saved the two of them so much hurt? As she watched the pair of them cautiously circle each other, Sasha made a decision.

“Your highness, if you will excuse me, I have to go speak with a few people before the chief constable arrives,” Sasha said, standing up. "Selene, would you and your husband come with me? I’d like your opinions.”

“Of course, Sonya,” Selene said, a smile spreading across her face.

“You two should use the time to catch up," Sasha said as she started to walk out of the room. Rin froze as his eyes went wide.

“Lady Sonya, I don’t think it would be appropriate,” Princess Illana said, her cheeks turning a rosy pink as she shot a furtive glance at Rin. Sasha erupted in laughter.

“Sweet Goddess, the two of you are precious,” Sasha said, “Your highness, I’m leaving you with Rin. You remember Rin? The one person we could always trust with you.” Sasha grabbed Rin into a tight hug.

“I’m so glad you’re back, Rin,” Sasha said, a tear coming down her cheek. Releasing him, Sasha gave him a more serious look.

“Don’t do anything that we would all regret.” Without another word, Sasha strode out of the room.

Chapter Thirteen

The stories tell about how the Heroes were this group of wildly different people quickly came together, became the best of friends, and then marched off to save the princess from Cull and his followers. It’s why Ral’s betrayal of his soulbond is so shocking. In truth? Some of us were close friends before we came together. Some of us became friends during our journey. Among all of us? There was some closeness, but it was the kind that developed more through shared suffering. None of us particularly liked Jevin. He was a cold, ruthless bastard who was more interested in restoring himself to his former position than truly saving the princess and the Empire. Despite that, we respected his capabilities as a leader. Yet, it wasn’t Jevin’s drive alone. If it weren’t for Trennis, I don’t know if we would have made it to that cave. Not just because of when he sacrificed his life to protect me, but because he knew how to get us to work together when we weren’t in the middle of life-or-death combat. Unfortunately, we didn’t learn enough from him to stay together after we returned. – Excerpt from an interview with Selene Onale shortly before her departure from Lisandra.

RIN

Rin swung down from his horse as the others climbed out of the Mareian ambassador’s carriage. Rin wasn’t against soft cushions or opulent furnishings, but he couldn’t carry all his guns if he rode in the carriage. Rin wasn’t about to walk into the Crystal Palace without being able to fight his way out. The medallion’s furious pulsing didn’t help his trepidation. He pushed down that thought as he scanned Eldar’s Court.

Located just inside the Crystal Palace’s main gate, Eldar’s Court was where official guests were received. At least the elves covered the five-meter-high sparkling crystal walls with ornamental plants and banners of the Imperial house. All jewel-spun buildings were grown from a single gemstone. The Crystal Palace was the pinnacle of spun buildings. According to the legends, the Crystal Palace was spun from the most perfect diamond ever found. The smooth facets of the walls and spires sparkled in the sunlight. Some of the sunlight was redirected inside the wall for warmth and illumination in the Palace. Some was stored for use at night. A five-meter-high wall surrounded the palace grounds. The corners were anchored by four spires reaching almost a hundred meters into the sky. Rin looked up to the gently sloping walls of the palace proper as it stretched up a hundred meters. Rin felt a new pulsing in his medallion and knew who was coming down to meet them. Rin closed his eyes and tried to calm down.

It’s been ten years, Rin thought to himself, We’re not boys anymore. Rin stood off to the side as the elf walked over and greeted the ambassador. Lord Pallus Parn wore the black uniform of the Crystal Guard with the gold piping of a colonel. Pall moved with a lithe grace that brought remembered envy from Rin. After formally greeting the Ambassador Tierra and Major Agnelli, Pall turned to Rin.

“So, the runaway avails us with his presence after all,” Pallus said, with a sneer. “Did you finally find your courage to return, or did the Republic force you to honor your obligations?” Kurt groaned. Rin bit down his anger and took a step towards Pallus.

"We don’t have time for you two to spit at each other. Now, if we could see Lady Sonya? The ambassador needs to speak with her,” Kurt said. Pallus shot Rin a poisonous look before nodding to Kurt and spinning smartly on his heel.

Rin couldn’t keep the Crystal Palace’s maze of passages straight in his head. They all looked the same with the frosted glass surfaces and warm glowing light. Rin didn’t understand how the people who lived and worked in the Crystal Palace kept from getting lost. After dozens of twists, turns, and stairs, Pall led the group to a pair of two-and-a-half meter tall, mirror-polished steel doors. A half-dozen Crystal Guards in immaculate chain mail stood in front of the doors. The guards snapped to attention and saluted as Pall approached. Pall returned the salutes and ordered the guards to open the door. Kurt, Marteen, and Ambassador Tierra walked through the door, but two of the soldiers stepped in front of Major Agnelli and Rin before they could enter.

“My apologies, but only the Crystal Guard may be armed in the Crystal Blood’s quarters,” Pallus said, the barest hint of a smirk on his face as he looked at Rin.

“Of course, Colonel Parn,” Major Agnelli said. The senior ranger graciously handed over his sword and pistol to a waiting Crystal Guard. Both men turned to Rin.

“No,” Rin said.

“Sergeant, hand over your sword and sidearm,” Major Agnelli ordered.

“With respect, Major, Pallus knows damn well I’m allowed to carry my weapons anywhere in the Empire, including into the presence of the Crystal Blood.” Rin said. “He has no justification for asking for my weapons. Other than being a petty ass.” Major Agnelli’s face went to a professional neutral, but Pallus smiled.

“You’ve returned in another nation’s uniform,” Pallus said, “I must insist. I can’t be too careful with the princess’s safety.”

“You can suck a horse’s cock before I hand over my weapons, Pallus,” Rin growled.

“Sergeant!” Major Agnelli said, his eyes wide in shock. The ambassador’s face went white.

“For the Goddess’s sake, are the two of you bickering already?” Selene asked, striding out into the hall. She shot exasperated looks at Rin and Pallus.

“You’re both supposed to be grown men, not children.”

“He started it,” Rin said, with a remembered reflex. Selene put her hands on her hips with exaggerated patience, but Rin saw the twitch of a smile dance across her face.

“Goddess protect us. You are both Heroes of the Empire,” Selene said in the same lecturing tone she used when they were teenagers. “Could you at least act like it long enough for us to deal with the impending crisis?” Selene spun and stormed back into the Crystal Blood’s quarters. Rin and Pallus eyed each other warily.

“Are you just going to stand there all day?” Selene called loudly from inside the door. Rin gave Pall a smug smile and strode by the frowning elf. Just inside the doors was a long hallway, but before Rin could see much more, he was nearly tackled to the ground by a red-haired blur.

“Rin! You’re here!” Sasha said, hugging Rin tight enough to make him wince. He forgot how much strength Sasha packed into her small body. One of the few elves shorter than him, Sasha was like a cannon ball in combat. This open display of affection was something new. Sasha Rin was always so reserved most of the time. She let that reserve slip a few times when the two them were paired on guard duty. It was during those times Rin learned Sasha was terrified to let anyone to see her softer side because they wouldn’t take her seriously as a warrior.

“I was ordered to escort the ambassador to the Crystal Palace to meet with a Lady Sonya,” Rin said, when Sasha finally let go. In boots, Sasha was only a few centimeters shorter than him. In elven formal wear, she was a good ten centimeters shorter. The long dress was a pale yellow with small rubies worked into the flowery embroidery. Her long red hair was loose around head, but the curls were gone. It gave her a more serious look.

“Well, I’m glad they forced you to come to see me,” Sasha asked, with that impish grin she reserved when Rin asked an obvious question.

“I thought we were meeting Lady Sonya.”

“You just did,” Sasha said, with a mischievous smile, and then laughed at Rin’s confused look. “I’m Lady Sonya.”

“What? Why did you change your name?” Rin asked.

“It was brought to my attention the Imperial Regent shouldn’t have such a common name like Sasha, so I’ve been Lady Sonya for the last nine years.” Rin’s face grew dark.

“I did what was necessary to protect Illana,” Sasha said, and then her face grew hard. “Something much more difficult after you left.” She put a finger to his lips before he could say anything.

“Selene told me what happened after we brought Illana back – and why you left,” Sasha said, quietly, “I wish you’d come to any of us before leaving, but it was also our fault in not seeing what was happening to you. I know it may take some time, but I hope you forgive us.” She let out a breath as she escorted him into the room.

“Anyways, I’m just glad you’re home.”

Chapter 12

Great lords of the Diet, let us contemplate the marvels of human technology, which many exhort us to embrace in our efforts to rebuild the Jewel Empire. Yet, we must recognize that such technology is but a pale reflection of the grandeur we once achieved before the daemonic scourge befell us. Consider, if you will, the incomparable beauty of our jewel-spun edifices, which stand in stark contrast to the soulless towers of brick and mortar erected by humans. How can one compare our majestic gates, which offer almost instantaneous passage, to their railroads, which lumber slowly across the countryside, spewing smoke and fire? We must not hasten to reorder our society around this technology, for it lacks the divine grace that once permeated our creations. We stand now on the threshold of a momentous event—the emergence of the Crystal Blood. It is she who embodies the hope and promise of the Empire’s restoration. Let us, therefore, place our faith not in the transient works of human hands, but in the enduring power of the Crystal Blood to lead us back to our former glory. In this time of renewal, let us trust in the divine providence that has sustained us through trials and tribulations. It is through our steadfast devotion and faith in the Crystal Blood that we shall see the Jewel Empire rise once more, resplendent and whole. – Sermon from Senior Ecclesiast Okam at the opening of the Diet, eight years after the return of the Crystal Blood

KURT

Kurt looked at the wood arch with a skeptical eye. The day before, Rin and he spent several hours dragging it around the forest under Robar’s direction to find an appropriate spot for it to work. Something about where the tiny streams of natural magic were strongest closest to where the Goddess would grant Grace. That was about the most Kurt understood from Robar’s much longer explanation. Marteen spent the day in bed and was almost back to normal. Physically at least. In any other sense, Marteen was never normal. He probably hadn’t been since the Reclamation War.

Kurt was uneasy. Every other gate was stone or crystal. Wood didn’t seem like it would be strong enough to channel the magic needed to send the group all the way to the capital. Robar said wood arches were common until the permanent arches were put in place around elven and dwarven lands. Selene promised the wood would work, and Kurt trusted her. He still looked askance at the arch. Robar walked over to Kurt leading a docile, grey mare. The dark-haired elf wore the traditional red robes with gold embroidery of a high cleric of the Tradition of the Soul.

“Selene should join us shortly,” Robar said, “She’s tending to the shrine and the cottage before we leave. Where are your companions?” Kurt almost missed the slight hardening of Robar’s tone as he avoided using Marteen’s name. Kurt couldn’t blame Robar a bit. It was hard when the woman you loved was in love with another man.

“They should be here in a few minutes,” Kurt answered, “It took longer for Rin to clean his guns than expected. Apparently, it’s something he needs to do on a regular basis.” Kurt omitted the reason the task took longer was because Marteen stood over Rin’s shoulder and barraged the boy with a stream of questions. Kurt expected Rin to clock Marteen upside the head to shut him up. Instead, Rin patiently explained how each part worked. From the expression on Marteen’s face, Kurt wasn’t sure if the elf was fascinated, repulsed, or both.

“Foul things,” Robar murmured, just softly enough Kurt wasn’t sure if he was supposed to hear the comment or not. In the interest of diplomacy, Kurt chose to ignore Robar’s words. Kurt didn’t like guns, but he was honest enough with himself to know his dislike was more of an old soldier’s natural distrust of new-fangled technologies. Robar’s revulsion was more with the weapons’ origin – and their wielder. It wasn’t an uncommon sentiment in the Empire.

Kurt yawned as he saw Marteen and Rin leading their horses over to the arch. Kurt wasn’t sure where Marteen managed to scrounge up the blue tunic and tan breeches, but at least it made the elf look somewhat respectable. The Purist swords were belted at his waist. Rin was wearing a long brown duster. His blue uniform peaked out from under the heavy coat.

“That’s odd,” Robar said, taking a closer look at the arch. He was intensely studying the archaic runes inscribed into the wood.

“Is something wrong?” Kurt asked. Robar’s face looked puzzled, not alarmed.

“Not exactly,” Robar said, "Selene changed the glyphs for where the gate will open in Lisandra.”

“This won’t open in Eldar’s Court?” Kurt asked.

“No, it’s going to the Arrival Courtyard,” Rin answered. Both Robar and Kurt looked back at the human with questioning looks. “I asked Selene to change it last night after the two of you went to bed.”

“Why?” Robar asked, a hint of suspicion coloring his tone.

“Because that’s where I need to go.”

“The Arrival Courtyard’s a mile south of the palace,” Kurt said, breaking the tension, “Did you need some exercise first?” Rin shook his head and then held out his hand with fingers splayed before snapping it back into a fist. Talk later. Kurt smiled despite himself. With how much Rin had changed over the years, Kurt was glad the boy remembered their old hand signals. Kurt nodded and settled in to wait for Selene.

Marteen and Robar’s mirror sharp intakes of breath signaled Selene’s arrival. Kurt looked back at the cottage to see Selene walking her dappled gelding to the arch. Instead of the green robes of a High Cleric of the Tradition of the Mind, Selene wore the mottled green and brown leather armor she wore when they were chasing Cull to rescue the princess. Selene’s jet-black tresses were pulled back with a leather cord. At her hip was the saber Marteen taught her to use so many years ago. Rin’s eyebrow crooked in surprise, but that was the extent of his reaction.

“I didn’t know you still had those. They still look good on you,” Marteen said, appreciatively. Kurt rolled his eyes at the comment. Kurt was sure Marteen did it without thinking. Selene walked up to the master swordsman and surprised him with a gentle punch to the gut. Kurt coughed out a chuckle. That was something he would’ve expected from Sonya, not Selene.

“Selene, what are you doing?” Robar asked, in shock. “Why are you wearing those?” Selene gave her husband a hard look.

“In case you don’t remember, there’s a chance we will be riding into a battle,” Selene answered coldly, “This is what I wear in battle.”

"Those are not appropriate for your Tradition. You can’t enter Lisandra dressed like that. You’ll cause more problems with the Sacellum.”

“I’m more worried about survival than upsetting the Sacellum,” Selene said.

“It is not your place to engage in combat,” Robar said. Kurt felt some sympathy for the ecclesiast. Robar was trying desperately to help his wife avoid some Sacellum issue, but he was using the wrong arguments. Selene didn’t take up the sword willingly. Selene was forced to learn how to hurt and kill to protect herself and her friends.

“Help me open the gate, and let me deal with the Sacellum,” Selene said in a dangerous, low voice. Robar recognized he went too far and nodded. He walked over to the left side of the arch as Selene moved to the right. Selene started the gate spell with a chanting prayer to the Goddeess of Light. Robar started a similar prayer that mixed harmoniously with Selene’s. It was an oddly soothing song as the pair invoked the Goddess’s Grace. The runes etched into the wood glowed a sapphire blue an instant before the space under the arch burst with a blinding light.

As Kurt blinked away the stray ghosts of light, he saw the copper-colored bricks and ivy-covered walls of Arrival Court under the arch. The familiar scents of Lisandra wafted through the gate. Marteen went through first, followed by Kurt and Rin, then Robar and Selene. Even early in the morning, Lisandra was shining with the sun reflecting off the spires of the old jewel-spun buildings. It was much warmer in the capital than at Selene’s cottage. The streets of Lisandra channeled the cool breezes coming off the bay, which helped with the heat and humidity. Kurt looked over at Rin, but he couldn’t see any emotion on Rin’s face. Kurt wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing.

“Guard, come here please,” beckoned Kurt at one of the constables stationed at Arrival Court. The elf’s eyes went wide as he recognized who was speaking. Kurt was definitely spending too much time in Lisandra if the locals recognized him on sight. Dwarves were supposed to all look alike to the elves.

"What can I do for you, Hero Volker?” the constable asked, bowing as he spoke.

“Please send a runner to the Crystal Palace to let them know Heroes Volker, Madrigal, Onale, and Acciaio have news to discuss with Lady Sonya and Lord Colonel Pallus.” The constable looked confused as he looked over their party, but quickly bowed again and rushed off to comply.

“This is where we separate. I need to report into the Mareian Embassy,” Rin said.

“Rin, we need to go to the Crystal Palace and let them know what is coming,” Kurt said.

“No, you have to go to the Palace,” Rin replied, “I am required to report to the ambassador and senior ranger to let them know why I’m in the Empire.”

“So why not go to the Crystal Palace with us, and then go to your embassy?” Selene asked.

“Because my duty isn’t at the Crystal Palace,” Rin answered, sharply. Kurt silenced Selene with a look before she could respond. He was surprised by Rin’s responses at first, but he understood the logic. Still, Kurt couldn’t let Rin get away from Lisandra without going to the Crystal Palace.

“If you don’t mind, Rin, I’ll accompany you,” Kurt said, “I’ve met with Ambassador Tierra on Lady Sonya’s behalf before. I think it would be a good idea to let the ambassador know about the Purists as well.” Rin just nodded.

“Well, I’m not going to talk to Sonya without Kurt,” Marteen said, “So, I guess I better go with you. Besides, I’ve never been inside the Mariean Embassy.” Marteen turned to Selene and Robar. “You coming with us?”

“As interesting as that sounds, I better go to the Crystal Palace,” Selene answered, coolly. “Someone should show up to talk with Sonya since Kurt sent that runner off. You know how Sonya gets if she’s interrupted for no good reason.” Marteen and Kurt nodded in agreement.

“I hope I see you again Selene,” Rin said, climbing up on his horse, “Thanks again for the hospitality – and the talk.”

“I’m sure we will,” Selene said, before looking over at Kurt a knowing look. The old dwarf nodded before quickly mounted his own pony. He kicked the animal after Rin. Marteen muttered something before mounting his own horse and following Rin and Kurt out of the Arrival Court.

The Republic of Marei’s embassy wasn’t very far from the Arrival Courtyard. Kurt looked through the wrought-iron gate at the graceful marble and brick edifice. He remembered when a much stouter building graced these grounds. Kurt pushed down his resentment at seeing the embassy. Kurt couldn’t understand why the humans felt the need to tear down the remains of the Dwarven Embassy to build that gaudy building.

“What’s wrong Kurt?” Rin asked.

“Sorry, son. Memories seem to be intent on dragging me back to other days,” Kurt answered.

“It’s because you’re getting old,” Marteen said.

“A problem you won’t have if you keep saying things like that,” Kurt snapped as the trio dismounted. They walked up to the single guard standing at the iron gate. The human was in the formal uniform of the Army of the Republic of Marei – deep blue pants with a gold stripe down the seam matched with a heavy jacket of matching blue and gold buttons. A sword and pistol were at the soldier’s waist attached to a shiny black belt with a gold buckle. The soldier looked bored, but Kurt saw his eyes flash over the three of them with practiced movements. Rin walked up to the soldier and saluted. The soldier immediately returned the salute.

“Ranger Acciaio, with a party of two. I need to see the ambassador and the senior ranger immediately,” Rin said. The soldier’s face allowed a momentary look of confusion, before quickly returning to its normal bored look.

“What circuit do you ride, ranger?” the soldier asked. The question was respectful in tone, but Kurt heard the explicit challenge.

“Badlands, Fort Killian,” Rin answered.

“The major’s expecting you,” the soldier said, working a small crank behind him. “I don’t know if the ambassador will be able to see you, but you can ask the major.”

“Thank you, corporal,” Rin said, and started walking to the gate. The corporal cleared his throat and nodded towards Kurt and Marteen. “It’s all right, corporal, I’ll vouch for them.” The corporal’s eyes widened even further. Kurt half-wondered if they were going to come out of the man’s head. If Rin noticed, he showed no sign of it as he continued through the gate.

The trio were met on the front steps of the embassy by a tall human man. The man’s black hair was cut short, but he wore one of those strange beards that traced down their jaws before looping up above their lips as a mustache. Kurt thought it looked silly, but the humans were very proud of their facial hair styles. The man was wearing Republican formal clothes. The slacks and jacket were black with a bright white shirt and a subdued green “necktie.” Instead of the shiny leather shoes most of the diplomats wore, this man wore the same dark brown boots Rin wore.

“Sergeant Acciaio, I presume,” the man said, grinning widely. “Major Agnelli, senior ranger of the embassy and the Empire circuit.” Rin quickly braced at attention and saluted the officer. Major Agnelli casually returned the salute before waving for Rin to relax.

“We received a note in yesterday’s courier packet that you were in the Empire. It mentioned you might show up in Lisandra, but it was a little sparse on the details. I hope you’ve come to enlighten me as to why you came to the Empire without coming to the embassy first.” Kurt was barely able to keep up with the man’s fast-paced Mareian. Marteen looked completely lost. Then again, Marteen was hopeless with languages. He’d barely learned a few dwarven phrases in all the years he and Ela lived with Kurt and Rin on the farm. There was the familiar flash of grief as Kurt remembered Ela. She was such a joy to have on the farm, and such a good friend to him.

“Yes Major, and it’s a matter of grave concern to the Republic,” Rin said, also in Republican before switching to Imperial. “First, let me introduce–” The major waved Rin down again.

“Heroes Volker and Madrigal are well known to the embassy,” Major Agnelli said, in accent-less Imperial, “I can’t wait to hear how the two of you came to be in the company of one of our rangers. Now, if you’ll follow me, we might catch the ambassador before he tries to go talk with the Chancellor once again. I have this odd feeling he needs to hear about why you’re here.”

“Surprisingly, sir, I do,” Rin replied. The major wheeled around and strode into the embassy. The trio followed closely on the major’s heels. Marteen grumbled they were moving too fast for him to get a good look around, but Kurt ignored him. After about five minutes of walking through several hallways, the major ushered them through a plain door.

The office inside was luxuriously appointed with thick rugs and silken wall hangings. It was dominated by a large desk. A half-dozen chairs were arrayed in front of the desk. The major motioned for Kurt and Marteen to sit, but they mirrored Rin who stood at attention next to his chair. A concealed door opened and the Ambassador to the Jeweled Empire for the Republic of Marei, the Honorable Lucas Tierra, walked into the office. The ambassador matched his office. He wore an exquisitely tailored gray suit accentuating the soft handsomeness of a Mareian merchant. His black hair was liberally sprinkled with gray, but there was only the hint of wrinkles around his bright brown eyes.

“Hero Volker, it’s good to see you again, although I am surprised to see you,” Ambassador Tierra said, reaching out to shake Kurt’s hand. Why did these humans need such bizarre greeting customs? Dwarves got by with simple nods without all this need for touching. The ambassador turned to Marteen. “Hero Madrigal, I think we met two years ago at the ball for Princess Illana’s birthday.” Marteen muttered something non-committal. If Kurt remembered correctly, Marteen wasn’t sober for most of that celebration. In fact, that might have been the ball where Sonya finally kicked him out of their room at the Crystal Palace. Finally, the ambassador turned to Rin and his warm face turned stern.

“Ranger Acciaio, perhaps you can explain why you felt it necessary to smuggle yourself into the Jeweled Empire without even the courtesy of reporting to the Senate’s representatives here in the capital?” Tierra asked. Rin didn’t even flinch under the ambassador’s impressive glare.

“Exigencies of the hunt,” Rin answered. “About three weeks ago, I was led by a demon to the scene of a ritual murder in the Badlands. The demon informed me that the perpetrator, a sorcerer named Smythe, fled to the Empire. I tracked the sorcerer to Fools Port, and through contacts there, learned he took passage to Black Cove. I’ve since discovered Smythe joined up with the Purists. The Heroes and I also discovered the Purists have formed a two-thousand strong force armed with Arsenale Granito muskets with clean marks. That force is now marching on Lisandra, with this Smythe in their company.”

“So, the shipment wasn’t lost at sea like we were told,” the major said, in low Republican. “I told you Canelli was lying to us.”

“Senator Canelli will be dealt with at a later time,” the ambassador said. “We must deal with the information these men brought us.” The ambassador turned to Rin. “What you are telling me is the Purists have muskets and are marching on the capital? And this human sorcerer is with them?”

“That would be an accurate summation, sir,” Rin answered.

“Normally, what you just reported would be ridiculous, but I think in light of other information we have, it is terrifyingly credible,” the ambassador said. “Ranger Acciaio, you will come with me to give your report to the Chancellor. He might actually listen to me this time – especially with Heroes Volker and Madrigal along to vouch for your story.”

“If I may, your excellency, Hero Onale is at the Crystal Palace to discuss the matter with the Imperial Regent. Lady Sonya might be able to act on your information if the Chancellor refused to do so.”

“Yes, that makes sense, Hero Volker.” Ambassador Tierra paused as a sudden thought struck him. “How under the Protector’s graces did two Heroes of the Empire manage to get mixed up in a ranger’s hunt?” Kurt was deciding how best to answer the question when Marteen decided to join the conversation with his characteristic bluntness.

“What do you mean?” Marteen asked, “We’ve known Rin since he was a boy. Of course, we were going to join back up with him when he came home.” Rin shot Marteen a murderous look before quickly returning to a studious neutral expression. Kurt didn’t think either the ambassador or the major noticed. They were both staring at Marteen.

“Are you telling me that Ranger Acciaio is…” the ambassador said, before trailing off to stare at Rin. “Hero Acciaio? I thought it was just a coincidence.”

“Hrm. I thought Hero Acciaio was a dwarf,” Major Agnelli said, before also turning to Rin. “I wondered why a dwarf would have a Mareian name. You’ve been holding back on us, ranger.” Kurt couldn’t tell if the officer was angry or amused.

“I’m not the only ranger with a disreputable past,” Rin said, flatly. The major laughed.

“Yes, well, your ‘disreputable past’, as you call it, is needed by the Republic,” the ambassador said.

“How can I help you, Ambassador Tierra?” Rin asked, with perfect deference.

“We’ve come into some information about Purist activities here in Lisandra,” the ambassador said. “I passed this to the Imperial Chancellor, but he disregarded it. With your connection to the Imperial Regent, we can, as Hero Volker suggested, take this directly to Lady Sonya. If she lends her support, then perhaps we can get the Diet to act.” Rin’s face didn’t move, but Kurt could see his eyes flash with annoyance.

“With all respect, sir, you have two Heroes here,” Rin said, “They’ve seen everything I have except for the Badlands murders. Both would be happy to help you talk to the Imperial Regent. I have a hunt to continue for Smythe. I came to give you warning of the Purist army approaching the capital, and to inform Major Agnelli I’m conducting a hunt in his patrol area.”

“Didn’t you say your quarry is in the middle of that army?” the major asked. Rin nodded. “So, he’s coming to you. What’s so pressing that you can’t spend a few hours helping the Senate’s direct representative in these lands?” The major stressed the last part.

“I was hoping to ride out and catch them while they were still on the move. I could snatch Smythe from the Purists without any of them realizing it. Then I could drag him back to Lisandra for the trip back to the Republic. With all due respect, sir, catching Smythe is my mission.”

“I am the senior ranger in this patrol circuit, and I am ordering you to assist the ambassador with whatever he needs. Further, you are ordered to assist this embassy in either defending this city or evacuating it. Don’t even bother pulling chain of command on me. You’re not in the Badlands now. You’re in my circuit.”

“Understood, major,” Rin said with perfect deference before coming to a rigid stance. It wasn’t insubordinate, but clearly the actions of a junior who disagreed with orders from a senior. There was no trace of the sullenness Rin used when Kurt told him to do something the boy didn’t want to do.

“Ambassador Tierra, how reliable is this information?” Kurt asked.

“Very, in our opinion,” Ambassador Tierra said.

“So why didn’t the chancellor take this seriously?” asked Marteen.

“Officially, the Chancellor doubts our veracity,” Ambassador Tierra said, “Especially when I refused to divulge the source. Before you ask, no, I am not going to do so with you either, Hero Madrigal.” Marteen turned to Kurt with an exasperated look.

“Remind me again why Sonya just didn’t send that bastard packing when she became the Imperial Regent?” Marteen asked. Kurt groaned. The damned elf could never keep his mouth shut. To his credit, the ambassador pretended not to hear Marteen’s question or the silent exchange following.

“It will be our pleasure to assist you in getting this information to the Imperial Regent,” Kurt said to the ambassador with a formal tone. “With that in mind, we should be going to the Crystal Palace as quickly as possible.”

“Would you please give me fifteen minutes to gather my materials, Hero Volker?” Ambassador Tierra asked. “Then I will happily take you to the Crystal Palace in my carriage.”

“Of course,” Kurt answered. The ambassador escorted them out of the office to a well-appointed salon with several comfortable chairs as well as a fully stocked liquor set. Rin left with Major Agnelli to go to the embassy’s armory to replace his ammunition. Kurt selected a suede-covered armchair and sat down. He glared at Marteen when the elf picked up one of the decanters and sniffed the contents.

“What?” Marteen asked, slightly offended.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea right now?” Kurt asked.

“I was only going to have one drink,” Marteen answered.

“Marteen, it’s never just one drink,” Kurt replied, “It’s going to be hard enough for you to deal with Sonya without being drunk on top of it. You know how badly that upsets her.”

“Well, what if it does?” Marteen countered defiantly, “She’s made it perfectly clear that what I do is none of her concern anymore.”

“We both know that isn’t true. If it was, she wouldn’t have asked me to fetch you from Valera,” Kurt said. Much to Kurt’s relief, Marteen put down the liquor and stormed away from the table.

“Thank you, old friend,” Kurt said when Marteen flopped into another chair. “Rin’s going to need both of us to be strong.”

“He’s your son, Kurt, so I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt,” Marteen said. “I think you’re wrong for pushing him this way. He doesn’t need to be there. There’s nothing but pain waiting for him in that place.” Marteen’s tone told Kurt the elf was thinking of his own pain inside the Palace.

“Rin needs to see Illana,” Kurt said.

“Why? You think just his appearance will make Illana suddenly become a better person?” Marteen asked.

“Yes, I do, and I think seeing her will help him deal with all that pain he’s been carrying. Is it so wrong to want that?” Kurt asked, his frustration filling his voice.

“No,” Marteen said. “You want him to be happy. Honestly, I really hope you’re right. As for me? I’m half-expecting Rin to shoot someone after she rips him apart. I’m not sure I want to be in the room for that reunion.”

Chapter Eleven

Everyone remembers Selene Onale merely as the scholar—the seemingly frivolous girl who chanced upon the prophecies and unraveled Cull’s grand design. She is often reduced to the woman who harbored unrequited love for Marteen Madrigal and whose heart was shattered when he chose Sasha. But such a view barely scratches the surface of who she truly was. The foppish, heartsick bookworm had long since vanished by the time the Heroes returned to Lisandra. The Selene who returned was a seasoned warrior, a master of Grace, and an unparalleled scholar. She had transformed into the very epitome of what a cleric should aspire to be. With resolute defiance, she walked into the Crystal Palace, embodying strength and wisdom in equal measure. Yet, it was precisely for her embodiment of these virtues that the Sacellum chose to banish her. – Artist Baken Baken, “A Retrospective of the Heroes – Five Years Later”

SELENE

Selene’s hand throbbed. She forgot how much it hurt to punch someone. She opened and closed her hand to lessen the pain as her husband, Robar, served tea. How was she going to explain Robar to these three? None of her friends knew about her marriage. When she felt Marteen, Kurt, and Rin traveling to her home, Selene furiously contemplated how to explain her situation. She thought she prepared enough to see Marteen again. It was eight years since she left Lisandra to “retire” to this little cottage. Even that morning, she prayed to the Goddess to give her the serenity to deal with Marteen. Then, she saw him just standing on her front step, smiling as if nothing had happened, and everything went red. Robar was so shocked by her reaction that he froze in the doorway as she rained blows down on Marteen. Kurt was too busy laughing to be of any use. Then, Rin yanked her off Marteen. Selene was so surprised, Robar had a chance to invite them in for tea.

Selene took a sip of her tea and examined Rin. His sudden appearance in the medallion’s pulses was a pleasant surprise. Selene chided herself at the thought. It shouldn’t have been so surprising. The promise would have brought him back from wherever he’d been hiding for the last ten years. There was a darkness in the boy. It worried Selene – and slightly frightened her. What happened to the happy boy she remembered?

“Why has the terrible trio made their way to my humble cottage?” Selene asked.

“Marteen’s hurt, and the, um, field expedient treatment…” Kurt let his voice trail off. The dwarf looked decidedly uncomfortable. Selene focused on Marteen and called upon the Goddess’s Grace. Selene’s eyes opened fully to the world around her. The teacup shattered on the hard wood floor as Selene leapt across the room to Marteen. How was Marteen even walking with that befouled hole in his body? She ripped open his shirt to get a better look. There was a half-inch hole in his shoulder area filled with a foul, black, tarry substance. Lines of black radiated from the wound, as if the substance was leeching into Marteen’s body. Selene swallowed back the bile rising in the back of her throat.

“What is this? What happened to you? What did this to you?”

“It’s ichor,” Rin said.

“What?”

“Demon blood.” Selene stared at Rin in horror.

“You did this to him? On purpose?” Selene thundered. Kurt studied the floor, but Rin defiantly met her eyes. That shocked Selene almost as much as the ichor. Even after Illana, Rin was never able to look Selene in the eye when she was angry.

“It was that or let him die,” Rin answered, “Can you honestly tell me you would’ve wanted me to let him die when there was something I could do to prevent it?” The bite in his words felt like a slap across Selene’s face. She looked back at Marteen. Even after he broke her heart, Selene knew she would have done anything to save him – and she hated herself for it.

“Evil actions cannot be justified by good intentions,” Robar intoned, scowling at Rin.

“Which means you’ve never really had to fight for your good intentions,” Rin replied coldly. Robar’s gaze hardened.

“Your statement underscores mine.”

“Who under the Protector’s Gaze are you to question my actions?"

“I’m a cleric of the Tradition of the Soul, and Selene’s husband,” Robar said, "For both these reasons, I can and will make judgment what you brought into this house.”

“Enough,” Selene said, stopping the argument before it could escalate. Time was short if she was going to save Marteen from being consumed by the corruption and cursed to damnation.

“Robar, go prepare the shrine for the purification and healing rites. Then come back here to help me with Marteen. Kurt, I’ll need your help also.” She turned her gaze on Rin.

“Right now, I need you to stay in the cottage. I can’t have you stepping on my shrine’s sacred grounds.” Rin nodded, as if he expected the command. Selene focused on Marteen. She reached out to the Goddess and felt Grace pour into her. Selene saw the wound apart from the ichor filling it. Carefully placing small strings of Grace into the wound, Selene slowed the ichor’s corruption. Just doing that much taxed Selene’s strength. Purifying and healing the entire wound was going to be one of the most intense and difficult rituals Selene performed in a long time.

“Don’t be too hard on Rin,” Marteen whispered to her as she worked. “He did what he was supposed to do.”

“Do you know what he did to you?” Selene whispered back.

“Yes,” Marteen said. “He kept me alive to get here.”

“If Kurt didn’t get you here in time, your body and soul would be desecrated. You would be torn from the Goddess.”

“Rin’s been working the Badlands. Out there, you do whatever you have to do to survive. Including using things like demon blood. Adapt or die,” Marteen said before erupting into a hacking fit. Selene thought on those words as she continued to work. She assumed Rin went back to the human lands after Illana’s restoration. It was the only real explanation for his complete disappearance. Still, she never thought he would go to the place that drove Marteen to near madness. Maybe living is such a twisted place caused the darkness she sensed in him.

Robar came back into the cottage. Kurt and Robar helped Marteen up and walked him out the back to the shrine. Rin abruptly stood up. Selene’s eyes were drawn to sword and gun belted at his waist. It was so odd to not see a quiver on his hip or a bow in his hand.

“I’ll be outside,” Rin said, “Someone should stand guard in case the Purists sent someone after us.” Selene didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing as he walked out of the cottage. Part of her wanted to go after him and heal all that pain in him. At that moment, Marteen needed her more. Selene prayed to the Goddess to help Rin as she made her way to the shrine.

Eight hours later, Selene walked into her front garden. Selene was exhausted and wanted her bed, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep if she didn’t at least try to help Rin. He was standing next to her flower bed.

“How is he?” Rin asked in a quiet voice.

“Marteen’s resting. We cleansed the ichor and mostly healed the shoulder. It took a lot out of all of us, including Marteen. He should be fine in a day or two,” Selene answered. As she walked over to where Rin was standing, Selene let herself enjoy the cool night breeze. The winds coming down off the mountains were a relief after the hours in the shrine. The rituals were even more intense than she expected. Selene wasn’t sure if Marteen would survive until the last hour. Thankfully, the Goddess acted on Selene’s prayers.

“Damn. I don’t have a day or two. The Purists have a regiment’s worth of troops marching to Lisandra. If those troops are doing a hard march, they could be at the city in a week, give or take a couple of days.” Rin looked up at the night sky as if divining the stars before looking back down to her.

“Tell Kurt to stay here with Marteen. If I leave now, I think I can catch up to them.”

“You don’t need to do that,” Selene said.

“Yes, I do,” Rin replied. Selene gave Rin a knowing smile.

“You’ll see her soon enough,” Selene said. The sudden flash of anger in Rin’s eyes caught her off-guard.

"She is not why I’m doing this.”

“You’re here because of the promise,” Selene answered, “Haven’t you felt your medallion waking up?”

“Yes,” Rin answered, curtly. Selene let the Goddess’s Grace fill her again and took a harder look at Rin. The darkness he was carrying inside was closer to the surface. It had to be related to the promise and Illana. Selene walked over and hugged him gently. It was like embracing a statue at first, but then Rin relaxed.

“You used to get so flustered anytime I touched you,” Selene said, keeping her voice light. She needed to be careful. A misstep could chase him away before she could help him. Goddess, how she wanted to help him.

“I was a kid, and you were the prettiest woman I knew. I wasn’t sure what to do.”

“I know,” Selene said, “It was endearing, and admittedly, a bit flattering.” Selene paused and then decided to make a small push. “Then, you met Illana, and you never looked at me that way again.”

“Can we not talk about her, please?” Rin asked.

“That’s fine, Rin. We don’t have to talk about Illana,” Selene said. She embraced him again.

“Thank you for saving Marteen,” Selene said. “You’re right. I would have done anything to save him in your place.”

“You’re welcome,” Rin said. “As frustrating as he can be…” Rin let the sentence trail off.

“Believe me, I know what you mean. Still, you don’t have to leave tonight, or even in the morning,” Selene said.

“Why?”

“Robar and I can open a gate back to Lisandra," Selene answered. “As soon as Marteen is strong enough, we can go directly to the Crystal Palace.” Rin cocked his head in surprise.

“How can you open a gate?” Rin asked. “I thought after the Daemon War, the knowledge was lost.”

"You’re not the only one who learned new things since the last time we saw each other. Robar and I figured out how to create a gate that can link to an existing gate. Robar figured out the natural magic side while I figured out the Grace component.”

“That is amazing Selene. The sooner we get to Lisandra, the better.”

“We?”

“Kurt says the Capitol Army is training outside the city. They’ll need time to bring them back. I have my own tasks once we get to the capital."

“That does change things,” Selene said, “Marteen can move in a day. He’ll still be recovering, but he should be strong enough to travel. We’ll open the gate at first light the day after tomorrow. Can you wait that long?” Rin just nodded.

“Thank you, Rin. For saving Marteen. And for coming home. We were so worried about you.”

"A week ago, I wouldn’t have cared. I was sure all of you abandoned me when we brought her back to Lisandra. Now I know it wasn’t all of you forgetting me, as much as the Empire taking the rest of you in and leaving me out. Which leaves me very conflicted. I know I should forgive all of you. I want to forgive all of you. I am happy to see all of you. I just can’t get rid of this anger.”

"I’m not trying to stoke that anger, but why can’t you forgive Illana, then? She is not among those who forced you out.”

“Illana is the Empire. It’s why you told us we needed to rescue her from Cull. To save the Protector-damned Empire. What did I get for helping the Empire get back on a path to healing itself?” Rin countered.

Selene bit back her retort. Rin hadn’t been there for the aftermath. He didn’t have to fight the endless political battles with the Diet and the Sacellum day in and day out. He didn’t have to deal with the woman Illana became. Goddess, Selene only managed a year before she allowed herself to be exiled to this little cottage with an arranged marriage to a husband she barely knew. If the rumors she heard were right, the others hadn’t fared as well in her absence.

"I’m sorry we hurt you, and I am so glad you are…back.” Selene didn’t know why she changed the last word.

“I’m glad you came out to talk with me, Selene.” She looked deep into Rin’s eyes.

“You are my friend, and I have precious few of those. I hate seeing you in pain.”

“I’ll survive. I’ve managed the pain this long.” Rin yawned. Selene smiled at him.

“Off to bed with you. Someone else can look out for any Purists until morning.” Rin looked like he might object, but then she gave him the same stern look she used on him when he was younger. Rin chuckled and walked back into the cottage.

Selene looked up into the starry night. It had been a gut-wrenching day. It didn’t help Marteen’s appearance stirred up feelings she thought put away a long time ago. She looked back and thought of Rin. As hard as Selene’s life was since Illana’s return, Rin’s was worse. She couldn’t imagine carrying around that kind of pain and anger for a decade. Her own heartache paled.

Goddess, please indulge me further, and let me heal him, Selene prayed silently. It was one of a hundred prayers Selene sent to her deity on a daily basis. It was not the one she expected to hear an answer.

IT IS NOT YOUR TASK TO HEAL THE HIS HEART, the smooth, powerful voice echoed in Selene’s mind, IT WILL BE YOUR TASK TO GUIDE HIM TO THE ONE WHO WILL HEAL HIM. Selene sank to the soft, cool ground as she felt the Goddess’s presence leave her mind. It would be no use to ask the Goddess what She meant. The Goddess only said what She wanted someone to know – no more and no less.

The next morning, Kurt was waiting for her in the sitting room. The scruffy dwarf was sitting on the couch, holding a mug of coffee. She never understood the fascination with the human drink. Especially when there were more civilized alternatives available. Kurt smiled at her as she stepped into the room.

“Join me?” he asked, motioning to her favorite chair.

“Good morning, Kurt,” Selene said. “Can we talk later? I have a great deal to do.”

“Just a few minutes, please. Indulge an old friend,” Kurt said, “I don’t think we’ll have the time later with you getting ready to open that gate to Lisandra.” She wanted to beg off, but Selene didn’t dare. Not after yesterday. Neither Selene nor Robar would have been able to handle Marteen while he was in the throes of agony, but the burly dwarf had years of experience restraining Marteen.

“How did you know about the gate?” Selene asked.

“I have my ways,” Kurt said, cryptically.

“Rin told you.”

“It’s not fair when you use logic,” Kurt said. Selene chuckled as she dropped down in the chair. She missed the dwarf’s odd sense of humor.

“Why didn’t you tell us that you’d married?” Kurt asked. “All we knew was you left the Sacellum.” Selene was quiet for a long moment. She pondered telling him the whole story. She knew Kurt wouldn’t judge her for being weak.

“It was so hard seeing the two of them happy. Seeing her have what I wanted,” Selene said, “Between dealing with my heartache, dealing with Illana, dealing with Ela, and dealing with the Sacellum, I just couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t be the Selene all of you needed anymore. The Sacellum offered me a way out.” The look in Kurt’s eyes said he knew there was more, but he didn’t press her further. Selene felt even more guilty, but relieved at the same time.

“Well, if we handle things right, the Illana situation will be resolved,” Kurt said, with a conspiratorial air.

“What are you talking about?” Selene asked.

“Rin’s come home,” Kurt answered. Selene waited for Kurt to continue, but the dwarf just looked at her.

“Kurt, have you seen the anger in Rin’s eyes anytime Illana’s name is mentioned?” Selene asked. “Even if Rin didn’t feel that way, I know how much worse Illana’s become since I left. She’ll throw one of her tantrums, he’ll fight back because of that anger, and then she’ll drive him away again. Just like she’s managed to do with pretty much everyone else. I don’t think even Sonya actually deals with her as much as works around her.”

“Selene, you’re the most intelligent of our little band,” Kurt said. “Think about how Illana and Rin acted when they were together and compare that to how they act now. Their personalities radically changed in a very short time. What could cause that?”

“I’m sure there’s an answer, but right now, I’m still too foggy to think through that question,” Selene said.

“Think about it today. I have a hunch, but I would like someone else to confirm what I suspect. I’ll try to talk with you again before we leave for Lisandra.” Selene stood up and gave Kurt a quick hug and peck on his forehead before walking back to the shrine to check on Marteen. Her mind started pulling apart Kurt’s words. She swore under her breath. Damn that dwarf for giving her a problem to solve.

Chapter Ten