“I will.” Saryn didn’t press. Zeldyan was waiting for something, and what ever it might be was unlikely to be good. “We’ll be doing some mounted drills later this afternoon, mainly with the newer guards.”
“They already do not look much different from the others.”
“They still have much to learn.” And little time in which to learn it. “If you will excuse me.”
“Of course.” Zeldyan’s smile was faint, concealing some sort of worry, but not, Saryn thought, about her or the Westwind guards.
Most likely about Nesslek…or her father-or both.
In the meantime, Saryn and Hryessa had all too much training to do.
LXVI
Despite Zeldyan’s words, it was close to midday on fiveday when Lyentha appeared in the courtyard where Saryn and Hryessa were working with the wooden wands to develop the blade skills of the recruit guards.
Saryn sensed the young woman’s approach and stepped back. “Yes, Lyentha?”
“At your convenience, Commander, Lady Zeldyan would appreciate a word with you. She is in her upstairs study.”
“You can tell the lady I will be there in a few moments.”
“Yes, Commander.” Lyentha hurried off, clearly relieved.
“What do you think it is, ser?” murmured Hryessa.
“Nothing good. There have been too many messengers, and none of them have worn purple. We’re going to have to ride somewhere and fight someone. This time, if it comes to that, I’ll take first squad and whichever recruit squad is farthest along.”
“They’re really not ready, ser.”
“I know that, but from what I’ve seen, they’re as good as the locals.” Saryn glanced at the waiting recruits. “Keep working them. I don’t want to keep the regent waiting, and I hate postponing bad news that can only get worse.”
Hryessa nodded understandingly just before Saryn turned and walked across the courtyard toward the palace.
Lyentha was standing outside the study door and opened it as Saryn approached. “The commander is here, Lady.”
Saryn had barely cleared the doorway when the door closed behind her.
Zeldyan turned from the window farthest to the right. “If you would, Saryn, I have received some messages. I would like you to read the one from Lord Jharyk first.” She extended a heavy sheet of parchment that had been folded and sealed rather than placed in an envelope.
Saryn took it and read, her eyes coming back to the key phrases.
…already have seen two Jeranyi attacks on small hamlets, and have lost a number of my armsmen. Those with lands bordering mine have offered sympathy, but feel that they cannot assist. They point out that since help from the regency is not forthcoming, they cannot afford to stretch their limited forces…
“That’s effectively blackmail,” Saryn said. “If you don’t help him…”
“Exactly,” replied Zeldyan. “It does not help that he has always been lax in maintaining armsmen because he claims that too many of them will drive a lord-holder to ruin. Lord Nessil almost took his holding years back in order to give it to a stronger lord-holder.”
Another type who wants someone else to shed their blood because defense isn’t cost-effective. “Why didn’t he?”
“He always paid his tariffs on time. He still does. Now…if you will read this one.”
Saryn took the second sheet, which had been sealed inside an envelope, and began to read the words beneath the blue-and-gray seal.
My dearest Lady Regent,
It has come to my attention that you have been visiting various lord-holders within Lornth. Your diligence in doing so is commendable, although, had those of us with the best interests of the future of Lornth been consulted, we might have suggested that the overlord-heir accompany you, since it is in his name and for his future that the regency exists. More disturbing, however, is the presence of the so-called arms-commander of the brigand land occupying sections of the Roof of the World on such visits, for it was those very brigands who not only usurped Lornian lands but whose acts resulted in the very need for a regency.
As a lord-holder devoted to Lornth, I find that such a lack of concern about both the future of Lornth and the circumstances that led to the present unfortunate situation suggests consideration by all lord-holders of the need for a more impartial regency and one that looks to the early rule of Lord Nesslek under such. That is, unless the present regency will consider taking the necessary steps to reclaim Lornth’s lost lands and remove with due haste agents of those who have caused such losses.
I remain your most obedient and concerned lord-holder.
The seal and signature were those of Jaffrayt.
Blue and gray? Saryn looked up. “Do Jaffrayt’s armsmen wear blue and gray?”
“I would think so. Those are his colors.”
“This wasn’t the only one, was it? There were a number of messengers.”
“Yes, there were,” replied Zeldyan. “There were similar missives from Lord Rherhn of Khalasn, Lord Orsynn of Cardara, and Lord Keistyn. Kelthyn wrote expressing concerns that the regency was not meeting the needs of the lord-holders. Shartyr’s letter was less demanding. He just expressed a need for agreement among all the lord-holders in dealing with Lornth’s future.”
“So that he could claim to the others that he’d also written you but without declaring directly his opposition to you and the regency.”
“He has met you. The others who wrote have not.”
“If I’m counting correctly,” Saryn pointed out, “you’ve received six letters of complaint or threat. That doesn’t count Henstrenn, who’s already shown where he stands, even if he hasn’t put it in writing. How many of the remaining southern lords might support the regency, besides Lord Jharyk?”
“There are eight lord-holders in the south, now that there is no lord-holder of Rohrn. The only one who has not made his feelings known is Lord Mortryd of Tryenda. Although he is not actually in the south, Lord Mortryd tends to follow the southern lord-holders.”
“I can take two squads, one of regulars and one of recruits.” Saryn paused. “We’ll need a guide, and I think we should leave under the cover of darkness. Outside of the palace, few know how many guards we have here now, anyway.”
“You would do this?”
Do I have any choice? “If Jharyk and Lord Mortryd back the regency, with the holders of the north, most of the lord-holders will be behind you. If you don’t send some help to Jharyk…”
“Then much may be lost.” Zeldyan paused. “I should send a squad of armsmen with you.”
“One squad…those who rode with us before, I think. We will leave tonight after dark.”
“Let me send for Undercaptain Maerkyn to meet me in a glass. Then, before he arrives, I will tell you what you should know about Lord Jharyk.” Zeldyan shrugged. “I would tell you of the Jeranyi, but there is little I can say except that they ride and strike quickly, then vanish into the plains or hills.”
Wonderful. Trying to combat guerrilla warfare on horse back while helping a lord whose support is lukewarm at best.
Zeldyan lifted the bell on the table and rang it once.
The door opened, and Lyentha stood there. “Yes, Lady?”
“Please summon Undercaptain Maerkyn to meet me here in about a glass.”
Lyentha nodded and closed the door.
Zeldyan gestured to the chairs and the table. “We might as well sit down while I tell you what I know.”
Saryn took the seat across from the regent.
“Jharyk does not merely venerate golds. He worships them more obsessively than the ancient Cyadorans did their long-lost chaos-towers. He also obsesses over women, in a differing fashion, since he is now on his fourth consort, for various calamities befell all the others…”
Saryn listened, even while thinking, And we have to help this excuse of a lord so that all Lornth doesn’t fall into revolt and into the Suthyan Council’s hands…or purses? There has to be a better way… Except that she couldn’t think of one, not with the limited resources she had.