For the first time in his life, Marak prayed. He asked Kaltara for guidance in uniting the Khadoran people and ridding them of slavery. He asked for knowledge to understand the evil that would try to annihilate his people. Lastly, he asked for strength to endure the barbs of the other lords, at least long enough to bring them together. Lord Marak received no answers from Kaltara, but his mind felt strangely calm when he had finished.
Full of a newfound determination to confront the other lords head-on with his proposed reforms, Lord Marak stood erect and inhaled deeply as he would just before a great battle. He opened the door to the office and strode out.
“I am off to the Assembly of Lords,” he declared. “Continue to seek information on the assassin and the dark mage, Aakuta. I shall return near the midday.”
Lord Marak left the quarters and strode along the corridor to the Assembly Chamber. He was the first to arrive, and the sight of the Imperial soldier following him did not dampen his spirit. As the lords started arriving for the meeting, Lord Marak resisted the urge to use an air tunnel to spy on them. He was quite sure that he would only hear vilification of his own character, so he was quite relieved when Lord Shamino arrived and sat in the seat next to him.
“You missed the morning meal,” greeted Lord Shamino.
“I did not have the stomach for much more of the shunning,” shrugged Lord Marak. “You might say that I feel that my first trip to the Assembly of Lords has gone on long enough.”
“Then you must get your attitude under control,” urged the Sorgan lord. “Last night you were the topic of gossip. Today is different. This morning everyone was talking about the upcoming vote to replace Lord Woton on the Lords’ Council.”
“Well,” Lord Marak said, “at least they are onto a more peasant conversation.”
“It might not be so pleasant,” declared Lord Shamino. “The Neju clan is now led by Lord Jamarat. He is not liked by those who know him.”
“Little will that matter,” shrugged Lord Marak. “He is the leader of the Neju clan. He will replace Lord Woton on the Lords’ Council. It has always been so. They say the members of the Lords’ Council are elected by the Assembly of Lords, but what they fail to say is that only one lord is ever nominated. That is not much of an election.”
“Not this time,” Lord Shamino grinned as he delighted in being the bearer of strange news. “The word is that someone will nominate Lord Faliman of the Aritor clan. There are many in the Assembly that viewed Lord Woton merely as one of Lord Mirakotto’s lackeys, and his brother Jamarat is even less liked. This should prove to be a momentous day in Khadoran history.”
“Really?” Lord Marak said as he perked up a bit. “It will be interesting to see who dares to break with convention. Whoever it is might be worth talking to. It is this attitude of having always done something a certain way that closes the minds of these lords to reason. If I can find a few lords who dare to think on their own, perhaps we can start to change things in Khadora.”
“Perhaps,” nodded Lord Shamino as the room began to fill.
Within moments the lords took their seats, and the horns sounded the arrival of the Emperor. Bagora walked to the center of the stage and gazed out at the assembled lords. He waited for the last murmurs of conversation to cease.
“Lords of Khadora,” began the Emperor, “it is with great sadness that I report what you already know. Yesterday, Lord Woton of the Neju clan was struck down by an assassin.”
Shouts of outrage rippled through the room and more than one lord turned to glare at Lord Marak. The Emperor waited patiently.
“Lord Woton will be missed,” continued Emperor Bagora, “as any member of the Lords’ Council would be. Marshal Chack assures me that the assassin who perpetrated this foul deed will be caught. We cannot, however, stop the business of government while the hunt continues. I have therefore instructed the Lords’ Council to use this morning’s meeting of the Assembly of Lords to fulfill their duty of electing a new member to the Lords’ Council. Without further rambling, I will turn this meeting over to Lord Garic, member of the Lords’ Council, and leader of the Ronan clan. Lord Garic.”
The Emperor turned and walked to his throne at the rear of the stage. Lord Garic nodded and stepped to the center of the stage.
“I open this meeting of the Assembly of Lords for the purpose of electing a new member to the Lords’ Council,” Lord Garic stated formally. “Are there any nominations?”
Lord Mirakotto immediately rose from his front-row seat. “I, Lord Mirakotto of the Argetta clan, wish to make a nomination,” he stated.
Lord Garic nodded and Lord Mirakotto climbed onto the stage. He faced the assembled lords and spoke loudly and clearly.
“Lord Woton was a dear friend and colleague of mine,” he began. “He will be sorely missed. The Neju clan has had a seat on the Lords’ Council for over two hundred years. They have contributed a great many distinguished lords during that period of time, and I know that fine devotion to Khadora will continue under the new leadership of the Neju clan. Lord Woton’s brother, Lord Jamarat, is now the recognized leader of the Neju. His placement on the Lords’ Council will ensure that the Council continues its course without the interruptions that might be introduced by a new clan. I nominate Lord Jamarat of the Neju clan for a seat on the Lords’ Council.”
A tremendous roar of approval rippled through the chamber.
“I suspect Lord Mirakotto caught wind of the competition,” chuckled Lord Shamino. “That is no doubt why he stressed the continuance of the Council’s work.”
“You suspect wisely,” agreed Lord Marak. “I wonder which lord will stick his neck out to nominate Lord Faliman.”
Lord Mirakotto returned to his seat, and another member of the Lords’ Council rose.
“I, Lord Kiamesh of the Scratti clan, also wish to make a nomination,” declared Lord Kiamesh.
“Another member of the Lords’ Council,” noted Lord Marak as Lord Kiamesh climbed onto the stage. “He is the leader of the Scratti clan. Do you think this means that there is squabbling among the members of the Lords’ Council?”
“It must mean exactly that,” nodded Lord Shamino. “I did not think they would ever allow their differences to be shown in public. The rift must be deep indeed.”
“I also want to extend my condolences to the Neju clan for their loss,” Lord Kiamesh began. “Lord Woton worked very hard on the Lords’ Council, and no one can dispute the long years of service that the Neju clan has given their country. Still, I think it is time for a change.”
Quite a few shouts of agreement ripped across the room as Lord Kiamesh’s supporters let their strength be known.
Lord Kiamesh grinned broadly at the interruption as he continued, “For many hundreds of years, the same clans have been called upon to serve on the Lords’ Council. Always the clans of the Imperial Valley serve, as it should be, but periodically individual clans come and go within that mix. The Neju clan, as Lord Mirakotto pointed out, has served on the Council for the last two hundred years. There are other noble clans in the Imperial Valley that have served loyally in the past, but have recently been refused a chance. I think two hundred years is long enough.”
Again the shouts rippled through the room, and Lord Mirakotto turned and glared at some of the more vocal lords.
“The Aritor clan dates back to the founding,” Lord Kiamesh continued. “Members of the Aritor clan have served for many generations on the Lords’ Council, but they have not been given the opportunity in several generations. I think this is rather unfair. I nominate Lord Faliman, head of the Aritor clan, for the empty seat on the Lords’ Council.”