“Can you?” pressed Jeka.
“No.”
“Leastwise, you know that.” She offered a smile.
Kharl just took it in.
Abruptly, Jeka rose. “Be back in a while.”
Kharl finished his meager provisions, and waited. While Jeka drifted in and out, she never stayed long, and that worried Kharl.
Erdyl returned almost two glasses later.
Demyst and Jeka joined Kharl as Erdyl dismounted in front of the ramshackle shed.
“Lord Osten has agreed to meet with you in front of the fort in half a glass,” were Erdyl’s first words.
“He doesn’t want you to try any trickery,″ suggested Demyst.
“How much trouble did you have?” asked Kharl.
“It took a while, and a lot of words,” Erdyl admitted. “I just kept pointing to the fort and asking if they wanted the mage who did that on their side or against them. It helped that they finally brought Mihalen to see me. After that, it only took about half a glass.”
Kharl shook his head. He wasn’t certain he would have had Erdyl’s patience. “It was a good thing you went. Thank you.”
“Ah … yes, ser. He said that he’ll have guards, and a crossbowman ready to cut you down if there’s any trickery.”
Kharl snorted. “If I wanted to do him in, I wouldn’t be stupid enough to try it there.” Osten’s reaction didn′t do much for Kharl’s opinion of the rightful heir. “Did he mention Lord West, or Ostcrag, or say anything about what happened?”
“No, ser. I thought it was best I didn’t press.”
Erdyl was probably right about that as well. Kharl looked toward the gelding that Demyst or Sestalt had already saddled for him. “I’d better be going.”
“Ah … and you’re to ride ahead of your guards, ser.”
“So that his bowman has a good shot, I’m sure.”
“Can you-” began the undercaptain.
“I’ll try, but I can’t hold shields the whole time.” Kharl climbed into the saddle. He still couldn’t vault up the way Demyst and Erdyl, and even Alynar, could.
Demyst and Erdyl rode back along the lane, north on the ring road, then out Angle Road. While two companies of lancers were drawn up on the road to the northeast of the ruined and still-smoldering fort, the space before the fort where Kharl was to meet Osten was empty.
Kharl halted in the middle of the open space.
“He has to make you wait,” Erdyl said quietly from where he had reined up behind Kharl. “To prove he’s more important.”
The more Kharl dealt with lords and rulers, the more he just wanted to return to Cantyl.
Almost a quarter of a glass passed before Osten, at the head of a squad of lancers, rode across the deep and damp grass toward Kharl.
He reined up.
Kharl eased the gelding forward, then also reined up a good ten cubits from Osten. “Lord Osten.” He inclined his head.
“You asked to meet me, Lord Kharl.” In the dark blue riding jacket, with silver piping, Osten looked more imperious than he had in the receiving hall of the Quadrancy Keep.
“I did. The night before last, your youngest brother’s patrollers and a Hamorian white wizard attacked my residence in Brysta. We prevailed, but I discovered the next morning that he had also attacked the Keep. We were less than pleased that he appeared to be attempting to remove you and your sire. I attempted to track him through the white wizards.”
“How fared that?”
Kharl shrugged. “We fought three white wizards and several companies of patrollers to the east of the barracks just south of Brysta. All were destroyed, but Overcaptain Vielam had not taken the field. After the battle he fled southward before we could reach him. I would wager that he has rejoined Captain Egen somewhere to the south, perhaps at the fort Captain Egen built along the south road.”
Osten said nothing.
“Because we knew of this fort, I decided to attack it last night. I thought that would make it easier for you to bring your lancers to Brysta and south against your rebellious brothers-if that is your intent.”
For the slightest moment, Osten’s eye strayed to the smoldering pile of stone that had been a fort. “Could you not have spared the fort?”
“Magery does not work that way,″ Kharl replied.
“Why did you come to me?” Osten’s tone was dismissive.
“When I presented my credentials,” Kharl said, “I suggested that everything was not as it should be. You chose not to listen.”
“You knew of my brother’s treachery … and you let-” Osten’s face darkened. “That is insufferable-”
“Osten … you chose not to listen.” Kharl’s patience was wearing thin. “Do you want my help or not? If I walk away, your brother and his Hamorian wizards will do even worse to you than I did to this fort.”
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t care about you very much. The alternatives are just worse. Your brother would be the most evil ruler the West Quadrant has ever had, and before a handful of years had passed, Hamor would rule both the West Quadrant and the South Quadrant. Austra does not want Hamor gaining a foothold so close.”
“So you will help me, whether you like me or not?”
Kharl could see Osten beginning to scheme.
“No. If you don’t promise to make the justicers more fair, and tariffs lower, and a few other things … I’ll walk away and let all of you fight over it. Then, when you’re dead, and your brother thinks he can take his pleasures, I’ll have to destroy him and the Hamorians, and then I’ll probably have to make someone like your justicers next Lord West.” Kharl wasn’t certain of any of that, but he was determined to try, and probably Reynol and Lurtedd wouldn’t be much better, possibly even worse.
“You seek to bargain.”
“No,” said Kharl coldly.
Osten′s sabre appeared from nowhere, and whistled toward Kharl.
Kharl raised the hardened air shield, and the sabre shattered against it.
Wincing, Osten dropped the useless hilt. ″You … you mages …″
Kharl released the shield, but was ready to raise it instantly “I am not bargaining. I am giving you terms. You don’t keep them, and I can return to Brysta anytime and kill you. And I will. Do you understand?”
The lord-heir swallowed.
“I am not interested in being a ruler, but I want you to be a good ruler. The kind people respect and praise, not the kind that people fear and flee.”
“You’re weak, mage.”
Kharl laughed. “Am I? Tell me that when you must have scores of guards. Tell me that when you need to have someone taste everything before you eat.”
Osten’s face darkened once more.
Alert to any movement, anyone nearing them, Kharl waited, saying nothing.
Finally, the young lord nodded. “I must accept your terms. Better you, insufferable as you are, than to lose all to Hamor.”
Kharl waited once more.
“What do you want from me?”
“To accompany you when you ride south to confront your brother. Two squads of lancers who will keep stray patrollers from getting too close to me while I attack their mages.”
Osten’s brows wrinkled. “You could do that-″
“It’s easier that way. Otherwise, I’d have to chase him. Also, he might avoid me and attack your lancers with his forces and the Hamorian wizards. They’d destroy you.”
“They still might destroy you,” Osten pointed out.
“They might. But you’re no worse off that way.” Kharl laughed ironically. Talking to Osten was more than a mere chore; it was painful. “He has at least three white wizards. You have none.” Kharl paused, then asked, “What happened to the one you had in the Quadrancy Keep?”