The Chronicles: Three Sisters 11

THREE SISTERS Chapter 11

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Asphodels was on fire. It was where I had been born, and my three girls likewise. At least four of its houses were burning - and as we watched in disbelief, a fifth caught fire.

We sat in the boat, out on the lake, less than 200 yards away, and watched our old home burn. It made no sense: why would Bacho burn Asphodels?

There were folk running about now. We could see them, highlighted by the flames. Then I saw a strange shape. And another.

- "Horsemen?" said Yevna.

Bacho might have had a few horses. But Uplanders didn't fight on horseback - even the kind of fighting where you burn the houses of defenceless people.

Lowlanders might do that. But I doubted it.

- "Izumyrians?" asked my daughter.

Izumyrians

. Neighbours of Hvad, to the south. Ten times as populous as the Lowland Duchy, and twenty times as rich. According to my father, his grandmother Payl had fought against mounted warriors - Lowlanders who were copying the Izumyrians.

But why would they be here? We had no wealth to attract them. Nor were we any kind of threat to their conquest of Lowland Hvad.

I began rowing. We had delayed too long. I put my back into it - no one was going to hear any noise we made, in the burning village.

We rounded the Bend, and passed south of Piran's Point. Yevna and I saw it at the same time.

Nadestis - or Southend, as it was now called - was also on fire. Whoever these raiders were, they seemed to be attacking all along the south shore of the lake.

It was time to get out of there, and back to the others at Twin Points.

***

- "How many Izumyrians did you see?" asked Nameless.

Yevna was more concerned with the immediate practicalities. "Do we take both boats?"

Guenna answered before I had even made up my mind. "Why not? We can hide them. You never know when they might come in handy."

If we were taking both boats, then Yevna would have to row the second. She was strong, and had some experience on the water, which Giedra and Nameless did not.

Guenna joined me, while the other two went with Yevna. We rowed to the head of the lake as the morning sun grew stronger.

- "Was it hard for you, to see Asphodels on fire?' asked my youngest.

- "It's been ten years." I said. "Strange - but it didn't feel like

my

home was burning."

As I rowed, I thought about her question a little more. "What about you, pet? Where is home, for you?"

- "I was just thinking about that." she said. "It's odd. I spent a third of my life at Asphodels, but I don't remember it well enough. Then six years with Moruith, which I remember well - but it felt like we were guests there. Or just passing through."

"And now these past years on the Hill, which still seem so new."

- "It doesn't feel like home?"

- "It will." she said. "You, Yevna and Tan are there. In time, I suspect, it will become home. What's that?"

It took me a moment to realize that Guenna had seen something. She drew my attention to it, without pointing.

At the very top of the lake, on the eastern bank of the river, were four horsemen. Even as I watched, two of them dismounted, and led their horses to the very edge of the riverbank.

- "None of them have a bow." said Guenna.

They didn't look like Izumyrian cavalry, either. Or, at least, what I imagined Izumyrians would look like. One of them wore a fine chain mail shirt, but what little hair he had left was thin, stringy, and bright white. I wouldn't say that he had one foot in the grave, but he was well advanced into the winter of his years. His bright blue cloak had once been fine, too, but it was worn and travel-stained.

I doubted that the Izumyrians used elderly men as cavalry scouts. And unless they also employed pregnant women, then these weren't Izumyrians at all.

Except for the pregnant woman, I might have let them be, and just passed by. She had a delicate sort of beauty - alabaster skin, long black hair. She also held her head proudly, chin up, studying me with a mixture of haughtiness and defiance.

They definitely weren't Uplanders, so that left only one possibility: Lowlanders. Hvadi, on the run, by the look of them. An old man, a pregnant woman, and two troopers, one dressed a little finer than the other.

I rowed the boat closer to the bank, until I was only ten feet from shore.

- "Are they after you? The Izumyrians?" I asked.

The old man frowned. "Why do you ask?" he replied, in a gravelly voice.

- "I

was

going to row by," I said, "but I noticed that you look travel-worn and tired out. And one of you is pregnant. Meanwhile, horsemen are burning the village I grew up in - along with everything else south of the lake. Four Hvadi, lost in the Uplands. Izumyrian cavalry ... it's a busy day."

- "Who are you?" demanded the woman. None of the men bristled at her interruption, which told me that they deferred to her.

- "My name is Veran One-Eye." I said.

- "Do you know where we are?" asked the old man.

- "You're on the wrong side of the river." I said. "If you go east, your pursuers will catch up to you. North of you lies a great forest, whose inhabitants are ... inhospitable. They still take heads as trophies. You're unlikely to find help there."

- "How do we cross the river?" asked WhiteHair. "Is there a ford?"

- "No ford. No crossing. Not on horseback, at any rate."

Guenna wasn't saying a word. She sat still, listening and observing - and probably learned more than I did. The old man turned to the pregnant woman, and they exchanged a few whispers.

My daughter took advantage of that to do her own whispering.

- "We have to help them."

- "Why?"

- "She's pregnant."

- "I can see that." I said. "They're also Lowlanders."

- "Papa - she's

pregnant

."

Yevna drew near, with the second boat.

- "They're all ... women." said one of the younger Hvadi. He had an open, honest face. I liked him at first sight.

- "Are we helping them?" asked Yevna.

- "That depends." I said, loudly. "They haven't asked for any help. Nor have they told us who they are. It's hard to say, at the moment."

WhiteHair had the grace to flush. He knew that his little party were exhibiting shockingly bad manners.

- "Your pardon, Veran ... One-Eye. We are ... pursued, as you say. And we were advised to be ... wary, in the Uplands. Not to trust too readily."

I understood that. Someone had told them not to trust an Uplander as far as they could throw him. That wasn't necessarily bad advice.

"We do ask your assistance, though - if you can help us to evade our pursuers." he said.

- "We don't even know who you are." said Yevna.

The black-haired woman held her head even higher. The moment she began to speak, WhiteHair turned to her, waving his hand. Too late: she wasn't about to be shushed.

- "I am Temara, Duchess of Hvad." she declared. "And the child I carry is Heir to his Father's Duchy."

***

"You're Richwin's widow?" I said.

- "

Duke

Richwin, to you, Uplander." said the second man-at-arms. "And you should address the Duchess as 'Your Grace'." He was more richly dressed than his companion. I took an instant dislike to him. It wasn't just the way he spoke to me - it was instinctive. Also, he had long hair, and was unshaven.

Hvadi men went about clean-shaven, for the most part. They might have been aping an Izumyrian custom, for all I knew. Maybe their womenfolk liked it. Uplanders wore beards, which was more sensible. Warmer, in the winter, for one thing. We didn't have many razors, either; try shaving with a knife sometime.

But this in-between state? WhiteHair and the open-faced young man were neatly shaven, so they

did

have a razor between them. The only reason, then, why this haughty fellow hadn't shaved, was laziness - or affectation - which was even worse.

- "Are you telling me how to speak, even as you ask for our help?" I replied.

- "Iduallon spoke in haste." said WhiteHair, quickly. "We do ask your assistance."

I turned to the women.

- "What d'you think?" I asked, pitching my voice so that the Hvadi couldn't hear us.

- "Fuck 'em." said Giedra. "Id-whatever's an asshole, and I don't like the look of the Duchess."

- "She's pregnant." whispered Guenna.

- "She looks like a bitch." said the big blonde.

Nameless just shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know." she said.

- "We can't turn them away." said Guenna.

- "Why not?" said Giedra.

Guenna looked me in the eye. "Because Moruith and Inisian didn't turn

us

away."

- "That was ... different." I said.

- "Was it?"

I had stood up for Moruith and Inisian, and faced down Rymvi SmallFoot and his little gang for them. My daughters and I were being pursued by Bacho and Kestutis - but we never guessed that they would come north of the Three Sisters.

These Hvadi had done nothing for us - except to offer insults. And they were being pursued by Izumyrians - who were considerably more formidable and more dangerous than my brother-in-law and my nephew, not to mention more numerous by far.

But it wasn't all that different. Guenna was probably right. Yevna didn't say a word. She looked down, into the bottom of the boat.

I had a bad feeling about this. No choice, mind you - but still, a bad feeling.

- "We can take you across the river." I said. "And we can hide you for a time. I don't know how long, to tell you the truth. We have our own enemies."

"But you can't bring horses, where we're going."

The Hvadi didn't like that. Iduallon, the unshaven one, didn't like it at all.

- "We can't afford to trust these savages." he said, to his companions. He didn't bother to lower his voice so that we wouldn't hear him.

- "These

people

" said WhiteHair, "are offering their help. I don't see a better option, Your Grace."

- "We can't give up the horses." said Iduallon, through clenched teeth.

- "The Izumyrians can track us on horseback." said the other young man - the clean-shaven one. "If we cross the river, we may throw them off our trail."

They argued a little more, until the Duchess glanced at me. One brief look from her intense eyes, and she came to a decision. I have no idea what she saw - or thought she saw.

- "We will accept their assistance." she said.

And that was that. The Hvadi took what they needed from their horses, while we re-arranged ourselves in the boats.

Yevna did her best to obliterate their tracks, or to confuse the issue, to make it look like they had watered their horses here. Then she and Nameless took their mounts, and rode off in the direction of the Eastern Forest.

Guenna took Giedra, in the smaller boat, and rowed upriver, where she would collect her sister and Nameless. I ended up with the four foreigners.

- "We are in your debt, Master One-Eye." said old WhiteHair. He seemed to be the only one among them with halfway decent manners. Why is it that so few of the young people understand elementary courtesy?

I rowed them up the river, and then across, to the base of the Hill. All the way, I felt oppressed by a strange feeling - that somehow, events were running away from me. Or perhaps they were running

over

me.

The Duchess had courage, to have come this far, pregnant or not. So did her companions. I had to give them that much. I didn't like them much, so far, but they had my grudging respect.

- "I wonder," I said, "if you knew my brothers." I said their names, slowly.

Old WhiteHair turned to me, slowly, his mouth open. "

They were your brothers

?"

- "You knew them?"

- "They were Duke Richwin's bodyguards. His drinking companions ... and the two stoutest fighters in his retinue."

- "Ha - drinking companions? That must have cost the Duke a pretty penny!"

WhiteHair smiled. "It's true ... they were men of ... great appetites."

- "Were?" I observed. "So they died - with him?"

The old man nodded. "We believe that they fell, with the Duke. In battle. To my great shame, I was not there myself."

I hadn't expected anything else. My brothers were headstrong, and short-sighted. That combination is fairly rare among old men - in the Uplands, at least.

- "I had the privilege of meeting your brothers, Sir." said the clean-shaven young man. "They were fine warriors, and generous men."

- "That's a fine epitaph." I said. "Thank you ...?" I didn't know his name.

- "Gerimir, Sir."

Perhaps I was wrong about the younger generation and their manners.

We drew near to the foot of the Hill.

- "It's very steep." I warned them. "I'm sorry for the Duchess' condition, but it's the only way up that doesn't require a rope."

Her Grace didn't bother to respond.

Our watchers weren't sleeping: Hedyn, Seva, Weyl, and Odma were waiting for us.

- "Guests." I said. "The others will be back shortly."

Hedyn still looked concerned.

"Kestutis is dead." I said. "And eight more of his men."

- "Yes!" said Weyl. Big Hedyn took me in his arms for a bear-hug.

Our Hvadi refugees seemed slightly miffed, to find us celebrating something they knew absolutely nothing about. Their arrival, they discovered, was hardly the most important event of the day.

Only Seva paid them any attention. By that, I mean that she gave the two younger men a frank appraisal, weighing their potential. Unless I was wrong, one of them was soon to be introduced to Upland courtship rituals.

The Duchess made it up the slope, with a little help. Out of breath, she paused to look around her.

The bodies of Kestutis' men were laid out, side by side. There had been no time to burn them, yet.

- "The Hill was attacked, yesterday." I said, by way of explanation.

- "These are your dead?" asked WhiteHair.

- "No. We lost three. My daughter Yevna's husband, and two more. These were enemies."

WhiteHair was surprised. Iduallon looked sceptical.

"We followed those who escaped - the four women you met on the river, and me." I said. "We put nine more of them in the ground, last night."

"Well, to be truthful, one of them we put in the water."

- "You - you killed

nineteen

of your foes?" asked WhiteHair. "You, and those women?" He was plainly having difficulty with the concept.

- "That's a shame." said the Duchess. "We could have used these men."

- "

Used?

" I asked, hardly believing what she had just said.

WhiteHair was quick to step in. "What Her Grace meant was ... that these men could have been of service to us."

- "I see. These killers and rapists should have had the decency to stay alive, so that they could get killed fighting for you."

"Hedyn!" I called. "Take our guests to see Mother Nadesti. And Vingoldas."

I'd had enough of them. I was already regretting the decision to take them in.

***

Tanguiste took charge of our 'guests', bringing them food and drink, while I slipped away. First of all, I went to my wife.

Sulcen embraced me, squeezing me tight. She didn't say anything, but I could tell that she had been worrying.

- "The girls are fine." I said, stroking her hair. "We're all fine. Kestutis is dead. Eight more with him. It's done."

- "Who are these folk you brought back?"

- "Different trouble." I said.

Vingoldas had let the Lowlanders rest and refresh themselves in his house. That gave me an opportunity to tell him, and Guen Nadesti and Tanguiste what had happened last night. I didn't tell them

how

Kestutis had died - only that he was dead.

Tanguiste embraced me, too. She didn't

have

to say anything; I knew exactly how she felt. Guen Nadesti was pleased, and relieved, but she was also concerned to learn of the burning of

her

old home.

We quickly worked out a way to deal with the Lowlanders.

"Let Mother Nadesti do the talking." I suggested to Vingoldas.

- "I'll handle them, while you two listen, and make up your minds." she said.

Vingoldas saw the sense in that arrangement. That was all we had time for - it wouldn't do to keep a pregnant Duchess waiting too long while we talked it over.

Mother Nadesti sat on a mat, with Tanguiste beside her. The Lowlanders seemed surprised at the informal setting - and by the fact that our headman was a headwoman.

Guen Nadesti was much wiser than Vingoldas or me, when it came to diplomacy. She had a sharper tongue, too, and rarely hesitated to use it. We agreed to let her do the talking. We fetched a chair for the Duchess (one of two on the Hill), and the stools from my house for her men. Vingoldas and I sat on the floor, off to the side. Guenna would have loved to be there - just like everybody else on the Hill - but she had to wait outside.

Mother Nadesti seemed to get the measure of our guests early. She let them talk as much as they wanted - which was quite a bit. Meanwhile, she gave very little away. I don't think the Lowlanders understood who they were dealing with. Because Tanguiste smiled, and listened attentively, they directed most of their remarks to her.

Duchess Temara introduced her men: WhiteHair was Captain Prosquetel. The two younger fellows, Iduallon and Gerimir, were lieutenants. She made them sound very important.

- "You seem to have more officers than soldiers, Lady Temara." said Mother Nadesti.

The Duchess bristled. "Captain Prosquetel once commanded the Guard. He has trained hundreds of Hvadi fighters."

- "I'm just saying that it would be nice to have some of those hundreds here."

WhiteHair - Prosquetel - coughed into his hand. That may have prevented his Duchess from saying something unwise. "We - we hope to raise more fighting-men." he said.

- "Here?" said Mother Nadesti.

- "With your permission, of course."

Guen Nadesti smiled, and then had a good laugh. The Lowlanders weren't at all sure what to make of that.

- "There are only five

fighting-men

left on the Hill." I said. "We lost three yesterday. The rest of our warriors are women. You met a few of them - on the river."

Prosquetel didn't know how to answer that. The Duchess didn't look pleased, but she had no reply, either. It was Tanguiste who slipped into the breach.

- "We know very little of what has been going on in Hvad." she said. "What is the situation there, now?"

- "You could start at the beginning." said Mother Nadesti.

The Duchess glanced at Iduallon - the unshaven one. He rose to his feet.

- "The Izumyrians gave no warning. Their attack was a surprise. They crossed the Grey River in force. Our guards were unable to stop them."

"Duke Richwin raised his troops, and set out to meet the enemy." Iduallon lowered his head, as if overcome by emotion. It was complete bullshit - he was enjoying himself.

"The Duke fell - along with the flower of our youth."

Iduallon must have seen Mother Nadesti roll her eyes. The Duchess certainly did. She straightened her back and raised her head even higher. As for Lieutenant Iduallon, he began to address his poetry to my daughter, Tanguiste.

I don't know what kind of fighter or leader he was, but the little shit could have been a guslar. He was putting on a show.

- "We could not defend Hvad town. The Izumyrians rode in, unopposed. They laid siege to the Duke's castle. Her Grace the Duchess refused their demands that we surrender."

- "

Good grief

." muttered Vingoldas, under his breath.

- "But we could not hold out forever. In the middle of winter, in a blinding snowstorm, the Duchess climbed over the wall, and escaped across the frozen lake."

Iduallon turned to Temara, and went down on one knee.

"Your pardon, Your Grace, but I still believe that your act was one of the bravest things I have even seen - or have ever heard of. In your ... condition. With only a handful of devoted followers ..."