Codex Alera 05 - Princeps' Fury Part 21

Max took the paper and charcoal. "You aren't going to last long as First Lord if you go around handing your singulares singulares compulsory homework, my lord." compulsory homework, my lord."

"I know. But if I'm forced to spend my time listening to all their complaining, I'll knife myself and save the a.s.sa.s.sins the bother."

Max snorted and ambled away, surveying the Canim city and beginning to draw on the topmost sheet of paper. Max snorted and ambled away, surveying the Canim city and beginning to draw on the topmost sheet of paper. Kitai emerged from the shelter and settled down beside Tavi, watching the battle with mild disinterest. "That was kind of you." Kitai emerged from the shelter and settled down beside Tavi, watching the battle with mild disinterest. "That was kind of you." "Hmm?" "Hmm?" "Giving Max something to occupy his mind." "Giving Max something to occupy his mind."

"Oh, that," Tavi said. "He's quite a bit brighter than he lets on. He kept pa.s.sing marks at the Academy for two years, despite the fact that he debauched himself practically every night. If I didn't give him something to do, he'd drive us all insane."

"A pity there is not more privacy," Kitai murmured. "I could certainly use something to occupy my . . . mind." She smiled and found Tavi's hand with hers. "Walk with me?"

Tavi gave her a bemused smile. "That won't take long."

Kitai jerked her chin toward the carnage at the fortifications. "I'm tired of looking at that. You should be, too."

Tavi gave the battle one last glance and shook his head. "Perhaps you're right, but . . ." They rose and began pacing the edge of the roof. When they were the farthest they could get from the others on the roof, Tavi asked, "What's on your mind?"

"We should have heard from Cra.s.sus by now," she said. "We should have heard from Cra.s.sus by now," she said. "Yes." "Yes." "And so you do nothing?" "And so you do nothing?" "I am waiting." "I am waiting."

Kitai absorbed that for a moment, her expression serious. "Since I have known you, I have learned the single greatest activity at which you have little skill-sitting patiently." Her green eyes searched his. "Especially not in the face of so ma.s.sive a threat, chala. chala."

Tavi gave her half of a smile. "You're worried that I've given in to despair."

She opened her hand, palm up, and shrugged. "It is one possibility. But I am mostly worried because you are not acting like yourself. I expected you to have formulated half a dozen overly complicated escape plans by now."

Tavi shook his head. "No."

Kitai nodded. "Why not?"

"Because we need to wait," Tavi said. He turned his gaze to the city below. "The air's full of it. Nothing we do will accomplish anything-yet. We need to wait."

"For what?" "For what?" Tavi shrugged. "Honestly? I'm not sure. It's just . . ." He searched for words and found none. He shrugged at her again. Tavi shrugged. "Honestly? I'm not sure. It's just . . ." He searched for words and found none. He shrugged at her again. "Instinct," Kitai said. "Instinct," Kitai said. "Yes," he said. "Yes," he said. "You've had them before." "You've had them before." "Yes." "Yes." Kitai studied his eyes, then nodded, and said, "Reason enough." Kitai studied his eyes, then nodded, and said, "Reason enough." Horns suddenly brayed in the streets below the tower. Horns suddenly brayed in the streets below the tower.

Tavi had to take several steps to be able to see their source, on the street at the tower's base. Half a dozen taurga came down the street at full speed, lungs heaving loudly, bellowing their complaints. Canim of the city scattered before them, and one of the mounted Canim sent up another warning blast on his horn. The party of blue-armored warriors thundered to a halt at the base of the tower, and the leader of the column dismounted without bothering to secure his beast, and hurried inside.

The Canim left outside to care for the mounts looked exhausted. Their armor was battered, and minor wounds were in evidence on most of them. They'd obviously seen combat recently.

Tavi frowned. All the fighting was at the western edge of the city. These riders had entered from the east. Which raised the singular question: Whom had that patrol been fighting?

The Shuarans wouldn't be fighting one another-not in the face of a threat like the Vord. Only three other parties could possibly be responsible. There was no way the taurga could have outrun Aleran Knights Aeris, and after two years of fighting Nasaug back in the Amaranth Vale, Tavi knew well how difficult it was to get the drop on the Canim commander. If Nasaug had gone on the offensive, Tavi thought it unlikely that so many riders would have escaped an attack.

Which left only one likely suspect . . . Which left only one likely suspect . . . Tavi felt his heartbeat begin to quicken and a trembling sensation low in his belly. Tavi felt his heartbeat begin to quicken and a trembling sensation low in his belly. "There," he told Kitai. "That's it." "There," he told Kitai. "That's it."

Anag and a contingent of guards came to take them to Lararl within the hour.

"No," Tavi told them calmly. "We're not going anywhere. Tell Lararl that we've come to see him once already. If he wants to speak to us again, he can come up here."

Anag stared at him for a moment. Then he said, "This is Lararl's tower. Here, you do what he says." Anag stared at him for a moment. Then he said, "This is Lararl's tower. Here, you do what he says." Tavi showed Anag his teeth as he folded his arms. "Apparently not." Tavi showed Anag his teeth as he folded his arms. "Apparently not." Anag growled and put his paw-hand to his sword. Anag growled and put his paw-hand to his sword.

Tavi sensed it when Maximus and Kitai, standing close behind him, tensed up. He did not move himself. He simply stared steadily at Anag.

Varg stepped forward in the precise instant that Anag's anger began to waver. He stopped beside Tavi, and said, "Lararl has shamed himself enough without you adding to it, Anag."

The younger Cane hesitated, his eyes flicking from Tavi to Varg.

Varg didn't reach for his weapon. He strode forward to stand within range of Anag's as-yet-undrawn blade without a flicker of apprehension. "You will go to Lararl," Varg said. "You will tell him that we await him here." Varg moved his arm then, slowly putting his hand to his weapon in a display made quietly deadly by the utter stillness in the rest of his body. "You will tell him that I am disinclined to be moved anywhere by any will but my own."

Anag was still for a few seconds more, then leaned his head to one side in acknowledgment and vanished from the rooftop, taking the other guards with him.

Max let out an explosive breath. "b.l.o.o.d.y crows, Tavi."

Varg turned his head slightly to stare at Tavi. He had not, Tavi noted, taken his hand from his weapon. His voice came out in a deep, threatening ba.s.so growl. "Why?"

Tavi met Varg's gaze as he answered. "Because circ.u.mstances have changed. Lararl needs us, or he would have left us to rot up here."

Varg let out a rumbling growl, and Tavi found himself centering his balance, in case he needed to avoid a sudden strike-but the sound proved to be more pensive than angered, and Varg lowered his paw-hand from his sword's hilt.

"Besides," Tavi said, "Lararl abused your people's sense of honor and obligation. I find myself unconcerned with protecting his pride."

Varg made another thoughtful rumbling sound. "Have a care, Tavar. Lararl is not swift to forgive. And he never forgets." Varg made another thoughtful rumbling sound. "Have a care, Tavar. Lararl is not swift to forgive. And he never forgets." "I am not one of his subordinates," Tavi replied. "I am not one of his subordinates," Tavi replied. Varg flicked his ears in acknowledgment. "No. You have declared your intention to replace him as a leader." Varg flicked his ears in acknowledgment. "No. You have declared your intention to replace him as a leader." "In a manner of speaking," Tavi said, showing Varg his teeth in another smile, "that is precisely what I intend to do." "In a manner of speaking," Tavi said, showing Varg his teeth in another smile, "that is precisely what I intend to do."

Lararl came to the rooftop alone.

Anag and several other apprehensive-looking Canim stood by while Lararl shut the door in their faces and turned to Varg. "My guards may be going deaf," the golden-furred Warmaster snarled. "Because only a fool or a madman would have spoken the words they brought to me."

Varg faced Lararl without any kind of movement.

Lararl stepped forward to stand directly in front of Varg, and the two Canim put their hands to their swords in precisely the same instant.

Silence reigned on the rooftop for a full minute, the sounds of the battle below rising and falling with the breeze, like some enormous, gruesome surf pounding upon a seash.o.r.e.

"Give me one reason," Lararl snarled, "not to kill you here and now."

"I will give you three," Varg answered, and inclined the tip of his nose slightly toward the stone shelter the Alerans had crafted.

There was a vague sense of movement in the darkness within, then a slender-looking Cane clad in soft grey-and-black cloth glided silently out of the darkness. Immediately after, two more similarly clad, younger Canim flowed out behind the first, taking up a silent, pa.s.sive stance on either side of the first.

Behind Tavi, Max hissed in a breath of surprise, and he did not need to look to see that Max's hand had gone to the hilt of his sword. "b.l.o.o.d.y crows. Hunters."

Tavi suppressed his own startled reaction. He recognized the gear of the three Canim. The trio that had nearly gutted him during the war against Nasaug had been dressed identically.

Beside him, Kitai narrowed her eyes in suspicion, and Tavi felt the surge of surprise and . . . annoyance, he thought, as she spoke. "When did they they slip in there?" She paused, and something faintly impressed entered her whisper. " slip in there?" She paused, and something faintly impressed entered her whisper. "How did they get up here at all?" did they get up here at all?"

"They can't have been in there more than half an hour," Tavi murmured. "That was the last time one of us went inside to warm up." "They can't have been in there more than half an hour," Tavi murmured. "That was the last time one of us went inside to warm up." "I saw and heard nothing." Kitai's eyes glittered, and her teeth showed in a quick smile. "That was well done." "I saw and heard nothing." Kitai's eyes glittered, and her teeth showed in a quick smile. "That was well done." Lararl eyed the three Hunters for a moment, then turned his attention back to Varg. Lararl eyed the three Hunters for a moment, then turned his attention back to Varg.

"Since the battle with your enemy seems to have clouded your vision," Varg said, "I will explain matters to you. It is possible for you to kill me. But you cannot be sure of stopping my Hunters from carrying word of such an act to Nasaug. Even if you do, Nasaug is my wisest student. He will very likely a.s.sume that you have killed me and react accordingly.

"If you can count, you will see that the Alerans are missing a member of their party. Doubtless, he has already returned to their Legions to report what you have done so far. It is my belief that they remain imprisoned largely as a matter of respect-which they have given, even when it has not been given to them." Varg showed his teeth. "Finally, it is possible that I kill you, in which case your people are left without a Warmaster.

"Nothing you do with that weapon," Varg concluded, "will help your people. It will leave them without a Warmaster-or it will create more enemies. Is that what you want for them, Lararl?"

The other Cane shivered, and Tavi could all but see the rage rolling off him. The other Cane shivered, and Tavi could all but see the rage rolling off him. Then Lararl let out an explosive snarl and turned to stalk several paces away. Then Lararl let out an explosive snarl and turned to stalk several paces away. Varg released the hilt of his weapon and glanced at Tavi. Varg released the hilt of his weapon and glanced at Tavi. Tavi raised his voice. "Your defenses are the most impressive I have ever seen, Warmaster," he said to Lararl. Tavi raised his voice. "Your defenses are the most impressive I have ever seen, Warmaster," he said to Lararl. The Canim glanced back at Tavi, his eyes angry, wary. The Canim glanced back at Tavi, his eyes angry, wary.

"But impressive or not, they are still fortifications. You can't move them, adjust them-and they are all positioned to prevent an enemy from entering your range at all. The highest wall in the world is useless if the enemy can march around it." Tavi took a slow breath. If he'd guessed correctly, his next words would show it. If he hadn't . . . well. At least he was armed. "How did the Vord bypa.s.s your defenses?"

Lararl's eyes narrowed still farther. "I did not say the Vord had done so."

"Those soldiers who arrived earlier were wounded by something," Tavi said. "If they'd been fighting my people, they never would have escaped on taurga. If they'd been fighting Varg's warriors, you would have sent someone to execute him or just let him rot on this rooftop. Instead, you sent Anag, whom we have reason to trust and respect. It was not a gesture of anger or retaliation." Tavi nodded out toward the battle. "The enemy are many. Once behind your defenses, it would take only a fraction of the forces out there to devastate your range."

Lararl said nothing. Tavi's mouth felt dry.

"Warmaster," Tavi said, "it seems clear to me that if you wish to protect your people, you need our help to do it."

Lararl bared his fangs. They were impressive. Tavi forced himself to keep his expression steady and blank. Then the golden Cane looked away. His ears twitched, almost imperceptibly, in a.s.sent.

Tavi let out a slow breath. It was harder to keep the relief from his face than it had been to disguise his apprehension.

After a stilted pause, Lararl spoke, biting off the words savagely. "My forces are stationed at the entry points to the range. The Vord tunneled under them. A large force is now among the estates and markets of the makers. Killing."

Varg rumbled, a sound of unmistakable hatred.

"More of them pour in by the hour," Lararl continued. "It will not be long before we are outnumbered in the rear areas as well as at the fortifications. Then . . ." He spread his hands and closed them together, as if squeezing the juice from a fruit.

"You need our help," Tavi said quietly.

"Help?" Lararl said. An almost-hysterical edge of frustration entered his voice. "Help? What could you do?" He drew his sword and jabbed it at the horde spreading over the plains below. "What could anyone anyone do against that? We will fight. But there can be no victory. This is the end." do against that? We will fight. But there can be no victory. This is the end."

"That depends upon your definition of victory, Warmaster," Tavi said quietly. "That depends upon your definition of victory, Warmaster," Tavi said quietly. "Shuar cannot be held," Lararl snarled. "Shuar cannot be held," Lararl snarled. "Is Shuar the land?" Tavi asked. "Is it the hills and stones and trees? Is Shuar the rivers, the walls, the towers?" "Is Shuar the land?" Tavi asked. "Is it the hills and stones and trees? Is Shuar the rivers, the walls, the towers?" Lararl had turned to stare at Tavi intently. Lararl had turned to stare at Tavi intently. "Or is it the people?" Tavi said quietly. "Your people, Warmaster." "Or is it the people?" Tavi said quietly. "Your people, Warmaster." Lararl's ears shivered in reaction, a portion of Canim body language Tavi had never seen. Lararl's ears shivered in reaction, a portion of Canim body language Tavi had never seen. "What," Lararl growled, "do you mean?" "What," Lararl growled, "do you mean?" "It's possible that your people could be saved, sir. Some of them, in any case." "It's possible that your people could be saved, sir. Some of them, in any case." "How?" "How?" Tavi spread his hands. "I'm not yet sure," he said. "I need more information." Tavi spread his hands. "I'm not yet sure," he said. "I need more information." "What information?" "What information?" "Everything you have regarding the war with the Vord, in every range. All of it." "Everything you have regarding the war with the Vord, in every range. All of it." Varg was also staring hard at Tavi. "What do you expect to learn?" Varg was also staring hard at Tavi. "What do you expect to learn?" "I cannot tell you that." "I cannot tell you that." "For what reason?" Varg demanded. "For what reason?" Varg demanded.

"Because among the enemy is at least one queen. The Vord queens are able to sense the thoughts of others if they can get close enough. Your Hunters have proven that it is possible to approach closely to Lararl's command by means of stealth. It is entirely possible, even likely, that the queens have been gathering information directly from the thoughts of the Shuaran officers-possibly even from your own thoughts, Warmaster Lararl."

Lararl growled in his throat, the sound pensive. "You know this enemy."

"I would not presume to say that," Tavi said. "But I know them better than you. And, for now, whatever secrets your intelligence on them might reveal is best kept safe by being locked in one location." He tapped his temple with one finger. "I believe that it may be possible to help you and your people, Warmaster. If you will extend me a measure of trust."

Lararl stared steadily at Tavi, but remained silent.

"It is obvious that simple force of arms is insufficient. We must outthink them, outmaneuver them." Tavi glanced at Varg and inclined his head slightly to one side. "As I did to Sarl in Alera."

Lararl's gaze moved to Varg. "Well?"

Varg nodded slowly to Tavi, the Aleran gesture peculiar on the Cane. "Lararl. You have said yourself that you have no way to defeat the foe. Were this range mine and these people my own, I would listen to him." He looked over at his Shuaran counterpart. "Tavar took a force of barely more than seven thousand and fought Sarl and fifty thousand conscripts, plus Nasaug's ten thousand warriors, to a two-year stalemate. Give him what he wants."

Lararl was silent for a moment more. Trumpets blew in the city, and a mounted force of several hundred Canim warriors rode their taurga toward the eastern gates of the city-an advance party for the larger infantry force that had to be preparing to march to the Shuaran interior.

The golden Cane shuddered again. Then he flicked his ears in a sharp gesture of a.s.sent, spun to face Tavi fully, and beckoned him with a curt gesture of his hand as he strode toward the door leading back into the tower. "Demon-" He paused and growled deep in his chest, baring his fangs. "Tavar. Come with me."

"Crows," Max breathed under his breath. The big Antillan took his hand from his sword. "How did you know about the Vord?"

"I guessed."

"You guessed guessed?" Max hissed. He shook his head. "You take too many chances, Calderon."

"It was necessary," Tavi said. "Besides, I was right." "It was necessary," Tavi said. "Besides, I was right." "One of these days, you're going to be wrong." "One of these days, you're going to be wrong." "Not today," Tavi said. "Stay here so that Cra.s.sus can make contact." "Not today," Tavi said. "Stay here so that Cra.s.sus can make contact." Max frowned at Tavi worriedly. Then he saluted. "Be careful." Max frowned at Tavi worriedly. Then he saluted. "Be careful." Tavi put a hand on his friend's shoulder. Then he turned and strode down into the darkness of the tower, following Lararl. Tavi put a hand on his friend's shoulder. Then he turned and strode down into the darkness of the tower, following Lararl.

CHAPTER 25

Tavi wasn't sure how long he'd been working in Lararl's cavernous hall when the door opened and a guard, his eyes narrowed against the relative brightness of the torches Tavi had requested, admitted Kitai.

Tavi looked up from his place among half a dozen Cane-sized sand tables. They were meant to be used by a Cane squatting in a comfortable crouch, but were an awkward height for an Aleran-too tall to sit beside them, too short to be practical while standing. His back hurt. He straightened, wincing, as Kitai shut the door behind her.

"Cra.s.sus is here," Kitai said without preamble. "He was attacked by the Vord on his way back to the port. He had to circle wide of them on the way back. He's injured."

Tavi chewed on his lower lip. "How bad is it?"

"Maximus is seeing to him, but he's exhausted." Kitai walked closer and gave Tavi a calm kiss on the cheek. As she did, she whispered, "The rest of the Legion's Knights Aeris are at hand, unseen. Cra.s.sus says that the Shuarans have several thousand of Varg's people held prisoner in a camp not far from here."

Tavi smiled and kissed her cheek in return. "Tell them to stand by," he breathed in reply. "And to say nothing to Varg."

Kitai gave a slight nod and turned her eyes to the sand tables, examining each of them. Sheaves of paper lay stacked beside them, held down with simple weights made of polished black stone. "What is this?"

Tavi turned to the tables and raked his fingers back through his hair. "The Canim ranges," he replied. He pointed at one of the stacks of paper with a toe. "And reports taken from each."

Kitai frowned at the tables and pages. "You've read all of these?" Kitai frowned at the tables and pages. "You've read all of these?" Tavi waggled his hand in a so-so gesture. "I'm not as familiar with their script as I'd like to be." Tavi waggled his hand in a so-so gesture. "I'm not as familiar with their script as I'd like to be." Kitai sniffed. "It's just as senseless as Aleran writing." Kitai sniffed. "It's just as senseless as Aleran writing." "Yes," Tavi said, "but I've had years to practice Aleran." "Yes," Tavi said, "but I've had years to practice Aleran." She smiled slightly. "What have you learned?" She smiled slightly. "What have you learned?"

Tavi shook his head. "Plenty. I'm just not sure what to make of it all." He pointed at the first table, where a number of small black stones and white stones marked Vord and Canim forces, respectively. They were scattered everywhere over the table. "Narash. Varg's range. They were the first to be attacked. The reports from there are the most confused and conflicting."

Kitai glanced up sharply at him. "It was intentional."

Tavi nodded. "I think the Vord established several different nests, keeping as quiet as they could for as long as they could, then attacked simultaneously, causing as much havoc and confusion as possible. From what I can tell, most of the Narashan commanders initially thought they were being attacked by their neighbors. By the time they realized the truth, it was too late."

He gestured at the next tables in succession. "Kadan, Rengal, Irgat . . . They all fell within the next year."

He blew out a breath to keep from shuddering. Each Canim nation had been home to a populace nearly as great as Alera's, though settled into a much smaller geographical region. Despite their armies, the dark power of their ritualists, the savagely protective nature of the Canim with regard to their territories, each of them had fallen as steadily and surely as a field of wheat before a farmer's scythe.

Tavi nodded to the next table. "Maraul. They held out for nearly a year. But by then they were cut off from Shuar, surrounded. Then . . ." Tavi shrugged. "Shuar was the only range left."