Sovereign

The clerk nodded and ran off.

'Will they arrive in time?' Lingdar asked.

Marin suddenly looked exhausted. 'It means we've lost Amemun, doesn't it?'

'I don't think we can say that yet, your Majesty.'

'Speak honestly. You knew him as well as I. If there was any way he could have warned us, he would have found it.'

Lingdar nodded. 'I'm sorry.'

'You tried to warn me half a season ago. It's my fault. I should have listened to you then.' He straightened himself. 'And to answer your question, I don't know if the army will arrive in time, but at least it will be heading in the right direction.'

Lingdar was not sure what to say. Only a short while ago she had been worried about the lack of communication from Amemun and her agents in the desert, but the worry had been confined, abstracted. Now the consequences of whatever had happened west of the mountains were real and immediate. Pila itself was in danger, for the first time since its ancient war against Kendra before there was ever a Grenda Lear, It was unimaginable, but the fear was real enough and threatened to paralyse her. She did not want to move, did not want time to start again.

'I'll need your most accurate maps of the province between Pila and the East Road Pass.'

Lingdar roused herself from her lethargy. Instructions. She needed a goal, something to keep her mind occupied. 'Yes, your Majesty,' she said. 'I will see to it personally.'

It was their second night in the pass. Makon and Wennem huddled together under a blanket in a vain attempt to keep out the cold.

'At least it isn't snowing,' Wennem said.

'I wish it was,' Makon said. He looked up into the sky. 'When the nights are this clear all the heat in the land disappears.'

'Well, we're halfway across the mountains if the scouts are to be believed,' Wennem said comfortingly. 'And then on to Pila.'

Makon could see the whites of her eyes, and they seemed lit with an unnatural glee.

'Will taking Pila help revenge your family?'

'They were revenged when we destroyed the Saranah. Now I want revenge for my sake.'

Her words made Makon shiver worse than the cold. There has to be an end to it sooner or later,' he said softly, and almost immediately felt Wennem stiffen beside him. 'For your sake.'

For a long moment she said nothing, but then she eased back against him. 'I know that. But not yet, Makon. After we take Pila I will be content to let go of my family's ghosts.'

'And if we don't take Pila?'

'What are you saying?'

'I mean, what if—for whatever reason—we fail to take Pila? What will you do for revenge then?'

Wennem shrugged.

'I'm asking because a time will come, maybe sooner than you think, when you will have to decide what to do with your life. For the moment it is bent on revenge, but when there is nothing left to revenge yourself against, what will you do? Live in rage for the rest of your years?'

'No,' she answered quickly, but even she heard the uncertainty in her voice. 'Why do you ask these questions? Why do you want to upset me?'

Makon tried to find the words he wanted to say, but his mind refused to think. Inside, he groaned in frustration. 'I don't want to upset you,' was all that would come out, and it sounded like a declaration. And then, from nowhere, came, 'I want to protect you.'

CHAPTER 30

The autumn sun, still with some of its summer strength, was high in the sky. Kendra shimmered, golden, on its harbour. Pennants flew above towers and from ship masts. The effort needed for the war had slowed down business, but the markets still bustled with people.

Kendra persevered. So far.

Standing on the south gallery of the palace, Areava looked out over her royal city with pride and love and a terrible sadness. She shivered despite the heat of the sun on her skin. She could not help feeling both she and her city were in their last autumn, and that a cold and terrible winter was about to descend on them, a winter without end.

Orkid stood behind her, ashen-faced. The news from Chandra had been almost as great a blow as losing Sendarus and Areava's baby. It was a fundamental wrong, something so unnatural it was hard to believe let alone accept. It was as if the Kingdom was being dismembered the way a calf is dismembered for a feast. Why had destiny turned against Grenda Lear? In all the years he had spent working for Grenda Lear he had come to believe that the whole point of history had been the creation and growing power of the Kingdom, that the

Kingdom had become as unassailable and unchangeable as history itself.

'Your Majesty, the council must meet urgently.'

'Yes,' she said, her voice distant.

'The Great Army is almost complete. It must march at the earliest opportunity, before Lynan can consolidate his position in Chandra.'

'Yes.'

'I will instruct Harnan to issue the summons immediately.'

'And send Dejanus.'

'Your Majesty?'

'Dejanus must leave for the army now. This morning. Order a pinnace from the navy to take him. That will get him to the hosting by tomorrow evening.'

There was no answer from Orkid. She turned to face him. He looked like someone on the verge of making a terrible decision. 'Is there a problem?'

He half shrugged. 'I'm not sure…'

Areava's eyes narrowed. 'Do you think sending Dejanus to command the army is a mistake?'

The question seemed to resolve him.

'No,' he said firmly.

'How long before my people know, do you think?'

'The message came from a carrier pigeon. Only you and I know about it, but as soon as the first merchant ship returning from Sparro arrives word will spread like…' He stopped himself from finishing.

'Like fire, Orkid. Yes. And as destructive.'

'I am sorry, your Majesty.'

'Orkid, tell me, was there any reason for us to suspect that Tomar would forswear? Were there signs we missed? Hints or suggestions in his letters to our court?'

Orkid shook his head. 'If so, none that I caught or understood.'

She massaged her forehead with one hand. 'I do not think Usharna would be in this position. I do not think she would have let things get so out of hand that one of her most trusted rulers would turn on her like this. What have I done wrong, Orkid?'

Orkid shook his head in protest. 'Nothing, your Majesty! The guilt is not yours, but King Tomar's. He has betrayed you. He has betrayed Grenda Lear.'

'Why?' Areava cried. 'Why has he betrayed Grenda Lear?'

Orkid could not reply. He bowed his head in silence.

'Summon the council,' she ordered, cold and angry. 'And get Dejanus to his army.'

Orkid left. Areava turned back to her city. She could imagine the despondency that would set in once the citizens learned of Chandra's desertion. Perhaps even panic. There was now nothing except the Great Army between Lynan and the capital.

Lynan. The name left a bitter taste in her mouth. He represented for her everything that was wrong with the world, a commoner above his station, a rebel and a revolutionary, a traitor and a warmonger. In his wake was nothing but despoliation, ruin, despair, the destruction of the traditions and laws that made Grenda Lear great. And all of this was reflected in his twisted mind, the maelstrom at the heart of her half-brother which the Key of the Sceptre had let her see that night she lost control of her own dreaming. She had touched, tasted, smelled, his insanity, and it made her feel unclean. In all her life she had never been afraid of any person, but now Lynan loomed in her dreams like the shadow of death.

Areava shivered, and wondered if she would ever feel warm again.

Dejanus was roused from his heavy sleep by a sergeant.

'I said I didn't want to be disturbed,' he mumbled.

The sergeant grabbed him by his jerkin and forced him to sit upright.