Codex Alera 05 - Princeps' Fury Part 33

She shivered and adjusted the sword belt that held her long, armored coat closed. She checked the weapon again, sliding the gladius gladius a bit out of the sheath and back in. The cold could freeze the weapon into its sheath if one wasn't careful. a bit out of the sheath and back in. The cold could freeze the weapon into its sheath if one wasn't careful.

Aria, standing beside her, said, "There they are. Finally."

Isana glanced up at the dark grey sky. "He was hoping for the weather to worsen," she said. "A blizzard would make a public duel problematic."

Aria sighed. "Probably."

Isana didn't turn around to face the Shieldwall. Once again, they stood on the meeting ground where they had spoken with the Icemen. The snow all around it was stirred into odd hummocks and bare spots, where the ma.s.sive watercrafting she had wrought had disrupted the usual pattern of smooth drifts.

"Aria," Isana said. "If I should . . . If today should not end well for me . . ." "Aria," Isana said. "If I should . . . If today should not end well for me . . ." "Ahhh," Aria said. "That's why you chose me to be your second instead of Araris." "Ahhh," Aria said. "That's why you chose me to be your second instead of Araris." "I don't think he'd be able to help himself. He'd tear into Antillus immediately." "I don't think he'd be able to help himself. He'd tear into Antillus immediately." "And what makes you think I won't?" Lady Placida asked, her tone completely calm. "And what makes you think I won't?" Lady Placida asked, her tone completely calm. Isana glanced aside at the High Lady and noted that Aria wore her slender sword at her side. Isana glanced aside at the High Lady and noted that Aria wore her slender sword at her side. "Oh, not you, too," Isana sighed. "Oh, not you, too," Isana sighed.

Lady Placida gave Isana a smile that was startlingly wolflike. "Never fear. I'll leave his hide intact. But I'll flay his conscience from his bones."

Isana nodded. "If nothing else . . . I think it will give you a genuine chance to talk him into doing the right thing." A motion toward the edge of the trees drew her eye. A ma.s.sive shape loomed there in the shadows of early dawn-Walker, the gargant. Doroga appeared from the shadows and leaned on his long-handled cudgel, a hundred yards away. He gave her a slow, respectful nod, which Isana returned.

Aria sighed. "I can't believe it's come to this. I can't believe the young man I knew would . . . do this. But Raucus changed, after he married Kalarus Dorotea. They could barely stand one another, but their fathers had arranged it all. It was supposed to unite the northern cities with the south, you know." She shook her head, and said, "Here they are."

Isana turned slowly, gravely, to face Lord Antillus.

She honestly wasn't ready for the sight that greeted her.

Every member of the Legion and every single person who was part of the Legion's support structure, or so it seemed, had come to the top of the Wall to watch the duel. A river of humanity stretched for a mile, perhaps more, along the dark, ma.s.sive structure. When Isana had walked out in the dark before dawn, she hadn't really been paying too much attention to what was going on around her, she supposed, and it hadn't been light enough to see very far.

Her potentially useful death, it seemed, would have an enormous audience.

Something about that irritated her. It was one thing to give one's life for one's Realm-but it was quite another to be forced to do so with every soul for twenty-five miles looking on, evaluating her, and making individual judgments. She was not there to put on a crowbegotten spectacle spectacle.

Not for them, at any rate.

Antillus Raucus walked to them through the snow, stopping a few yards away. Beside him walked Aria's son, Garius, his face grim, his armor and uniform immaculate. Isana understood Raucus's choice of seconds at once. It was the second's duty to intercede should anyone of the other duelist's party attempt to interfere in the duel. Not only would Garius doubtlessly be a formidable furycrafter himself, but her own second, Aria, would be immediately disinclined to attack Raucus if it would mean that she found herself faced with her own son.

Isana tried to be charitable. The choice might have been as much diplomatic as tactical. Since Garius would be just as unwilling to initiate hostilities against his mother as she was against him, his presence might have been meant as a rea.s.surance-even as an overture, from a certain point of view. Raucus clearly did not want this fight.

She met the gaze of the man who might be killing her in a few moments and lifted her chin slightly. He had not worn his usual heavy Legion lorica, opting instead for a coat that she thought was probably armored like her own. His boots were heavy, lined with fur against the snow and the cold. He wore a gladius gladius at his side, rather than the longer sword she'd seen him with before. at his side, rather than the longer sword she'd seen him with before.

He's matched his weapon and armor to mine, Isana thought. Isana thought. So that at least he'll be able to think to himself that he killed me fairly. So that at least he'll be able to think to himself that he killed me fairly.

Doroga strode forward, then, cudgel swinging over his shoulder.

"I am the Master of Arms," the barbarian said. He tapped a round case hanging by a thong from his belt. "I read up on your trial by combat law. It means I come over here and tell you all the rules, even though everyone here knows them better than I do."

Antillus spared an irritated glance for Doroga. Isana had to suppress her smile.

"Lord Antillus, there, is the challenged. He gets to choose how the duel will be fought. He's chosen steel and fury. Which basically means anything goes, which is how fighting ought to be done in any case."

The young man beside Lord Antillus said, "I'm not sure it's the prerogative of the Master of Arms to give editorial comment on the juris macto juris macto."

"Garius," Aria chided. The tone was exactly like that Isana had heard in her own voice, time after time, when cautioning Tavi to restrain his words. Garius subsided.

"Isana is the challenger," Doroga continued, as if no one had said anything. "Which means she gets to choose the time and place of the duel. She has chosen here and now. Obviously. Or none of us would be standing out here in the wind."

Antillus Raucus sighed.

"Lord Antillus," Doroga said. "As the challenged, you have the right to let a champion stand in your place. In case you don't want to get hurt, I guess." Doroga's tone was completely neutral and polite, but somehow the barbarian managed to infuse it with contempt, nonetheless. "Do you wish a champion to stand for you?"

Antillus gritted his teeth. "I do not."

Doroga grunted. "There's that much at least." He looked back and forth between them. "Now I am supposed to ask you to tell me why you're fighting. Isana."

"The Realm is in need," Isana said quietly, never taking her eyes from Raucus's. "The First Lord has called the Shield Legions to battle the Vord. Lord Antillus not only refuses to heed his rightful lord's command, but he actively tried to destroy the truce I might have wrought with the Icemen that could potentially have given him no further excuse to do continue defying the First Lord's will. If he would avoid this duel, he must immediately mobilize his Legions and militia and march them south to defend the Realm."

Doroga grunted. He nodded to Antillus. "Your turn."

"My first commitment is to my people, not to Gaius s.e.xtus or the crown he wears," Antillus rumbled. "I have no desire to pursue this duel. But I will not abandon my responsibilities." He gestured with one hand at the wall behind him and the people on it. "You want to know why I'm fighting? I'm fighting for them."

"You're both fighting for them, Raucus," Aria said in a quiet, saddened voice. "You're just too stiff-necked to see it." "You're both fighting for them, Raucus," Aria said in a quiet, saddened voice. "You're just too stiff-necked to see it." Doroga shook his head. "Isana. You willing to back off?" Doroga shook his head. "Isana. You willing to back off?" "I am not," Isana said. She kept her voice from shaking, just barely. "I am not," Isana said. She kept her voice from shaking, just barely. "How about you, Antillus?" "How about you, Antillus?" "No," Raucus said. "No," Raucus said. Doroga opened the case and consulted a rolled piece of paper, before nodding once and saying, "You both sure?" Doroga opened the case and consulted a rolled piece of paper, before nodding once and saying, "You both sure?" They both replied in the affirmative. They both replied in the affirmative. Doroga read the paper carefully, his lips moving, and nodded. "Right. Both of you turn and take ten paces when I count." Doroga read the paper carefully, his lips moving, and nodded. "Right. Both of you turn and take ten paces when I count." "I'm sorry," Raucus said. He turned his back on Isana. "I'm sorry," Raucus said. He turned his back on Isana.

Isana turned around without replying. Her legs were shaking as she took one step forward, and Doroga counted off the paces out loud. Then she turned to face Raucus again.

The Marat chieftain lifted his club overhead. "When I lower the club," he said, "my part in this ritual is over. Then you two fight."

With a deliberate, practiced motion, graceful and implacable, Antillus Raucus, the most personally dangerous man in Alera, put his hand to his sword.

Isana swallowed and mimicked him, though her own motion was jerky by comparison, and her hand shook and felt weak.

Doroga dropped his club to the ice-bound ground- -and Antillus Raucus blurred into motion so swift that it barely seemed that his limbs moved at all. There was simply a streak of dark leather and bright steel coming toward Isana before she could draw half the length of her little sword from its sheath.

He wants it over quickly, mercifully, she thought. By then Raucus was barely a long stride away, his sword gleaming in the rising sun, and she had lifted her hand and cried out to Rill. she thought. By then Raucus was barely a long stride away, his sword gleaming in the rising sun, and she had lifted her hand and cried out to Rill.

The snow and ice beneath Raucus's feet shifted and rose into a long rise-an icy ramp, to be more precise. Isana let her trembling legs give out completely, and dropped to the ground, as the slippery incline turned Raucus's own blinding speed against him. The High Lord went sailing over her head, his arms windmilling.

Isana completed drawing her sword and came back to her feet, her eyes tracking Raucus's flight-which turned into literally that before he actually returned to earth, a windstream rising to carry him clear of the ground. He banked in a broad circle, gestured with his left hand, and a sudden sphere of fire blossomed less than a foot in front of her face.

Isana reacted without thought, gathering more snow from the ground to surge up and swamp the white-hot firecrafting. She crouched away and down, keeping the surge of snow flowing up over the fireball like a lumpy white river. Steam billowed out and would have enveloped her, in any case, had she not kept more snow flowing upward, dousing the fire, refreezing the steam, carrying it all up and away from her.

She didn't see Raucus coming until he plunged through through the column of steam and snow in a howl of wind, shards of frost and ice flying in every direction. the column of steam and snow in a howl of wind, shards of frost and ice flying in every direction.

Hours and hours of instruction and practice with Araris had taught her reflexes a great deal more than she had realized. Her sword came up in a parry meant to deflect the tremendous force of the blow rather than opposing it outright, sure that she would not be able to match the power of the charging High Lord. The swords met. A shower of bright blue sparks flew up, and Raucus's sword peeled a long strip of metal from one blade of her gladius gladius as easily as a man might slice the skin from an apple. Then he was past her and gone, recovering his own balance in the air. as easily as a man might slice the skin from an apple. Then he was past her and gone, recovering his own balance in the air.

Isana stared at the mauled sword for a split second, the edge of the sliced area glowing red with shed heat, and knew that she had been more than merely fortunate. Raucus hadn't been able to see her her as he charged, just as she hadn't been able to see him coming. His blow had been badly aimed-which was to say, slightly less than perfect. Her defense had happened to meet it well, but doing it once was no guarantee that she could do it again. as he charged, just as she hadn't been able to see him coming. His blow had been badly aimed-which was to say, slightly less than perfect. Her defense had happened to meet it well, but doing it once was no guarantee that she could do it again.

And it was terrifyingly clear that she could not meet him sword to sword for long. He would slice her weapon apart like a stick of chilled b.u.t.ter. For that matter, she doubted that her armor would stand up to his blade any better. If she allowed Raucus to keep diving upon her, he would carve her to bits one pa.s.s at a time. She had to ground him.

With another lifted hand, the snow around her began to whirl in another vortex, rising in a blinding, stinging curtain to veil her from his sight, to make swift charges through the curtain of snow an unattractive option.

Instead, she maintained the watercrafting that kept the snow stirring around her and cooled her still-hot sword in the snow at her feet while she waited.

A moment later, a shadow broke the whirling snow, a dark shape, and Antillus Raucus appeared, frost clinging to his beard, his hair, and to the leather of his armored coat. His sword was in his hand.

On an impulse, Isana maintained the snow curtain, and waited.

"b.l.o.o.d.y crows, Isana," Raucus said. His voice was not loud, and was more tired than angry. "An excellent choice of a dueling ground."

"Thank you, Your Grace," Isana said quietly.

He shook his head. "All you're doing is drawing things out. You're determined, and you think quickly. But this is only going to end one way."

"I can't help but wonder," Isana said quietly, "why you are so obstinate about refusing to cooperate with me."

"I think we've just about talked this to death," he said bleakly, and started forward.

Isana lifted her sword. "I'm not so sure, Raucus. Is this because of me? Or because of Gaius. I think you owe me that much of an answer."

"Owe you? Owe Owe you?" Raucus said, and with a flick of his hand sent a gout of flame rushing toward her. you?" Raucus said, and with a flick of his hand sent a gout of flame rushing toward her.

She raised a shimmering shield of ice halfway between them, and the flame vanished into a cloud of steam.

"As you point out, I can't really do more than draw this duel out, Your Grace. I'm well aware of that. It seems a small thing to ask of you in exchange for my life."

Raucus gave her a hard, bitter smile, hovering just outside what Araris had taught her would be the striking range of his weapon. "Gaius would be reason enough. That treacherous snake doesn't deserve the loyalty of the worms that will feast on his corpse."

"As much as I would like to," Isana replied, her tone frank, her sword at a low guard position, one that would be easiest on her arms to maintain, "I cannot say that I disagree with you, sir."

Raucus frowned. His stance shifted subtly, as he lifted his sword to a high guard, both hands on the weapon's handle, the blade almost directly in line with his body.

It was something of a ludicrous ready stance for such a short weapon, but all the same, it dictated that Isana had to adjust to the new potential threat. She lifted her blade to a similar stance, overhead, but with her arms slightly to one side, holding the weapon's length across her body.

"Eastern style," Raucus noted in a calm, professional tone. "Araris always loved bringing out that Rhodesian tripe in his high defense."

He took a step forward, closing into range, and swept a blow down at her. Isana managed to divert it, at the cost of another long sliver of steel from her blade, but then Raucus's shoulder and hip slammed into her as he continued forward, his entire ma.s.s impacting simultaneously along the center of her balance. Isana was flung violently back to the snow, and desperately wrought a working, flattening it to smooth ice, so that she slid several yards backward.

Raucus had taken quick steps forward to follow up the attack, but as his feet touched the slick ice, he was forced to slow. Another effort of will, and the snow gathered beneath her, lifting her to her feet again. She brought her sword up, her back against the wall of whirling snow that still enfolded them, and faced him, ready.

Raucus lifted his weapon to her in a smooth salute. "The Rhodesian school never allowed enough for brawling techniques, in my opinion." He began to pace around the icy patch, stalking her. "What do you have against Gaius?"

"He murdered my husband," Isana said, with far more heat than she'd intended. "Or stood by and allowed it to happen. It's the same to me."

Raucus froze in place for an instant, before he continued his stalk. "Then why are you here toadying for him?"

"I'm not," Isana replied. "I'm here for my son." She decided to test a theory, and took a quick step forward, lashing out in a conservative slash at the fingers gripping his sword.

Raucus parried her with the automatic ease of ridiculously disparate skill, nearly taking the sword from her hands-but he waited for her to step back out of range, rather than immediately counterattacking.

He wants to talk. Just keep him talking.

"Your son," Raucus said. "You and Septimus."

"Yes," Isana said.

Raucus's eyes flashed in anger, and his arm blurred. Three inches of steel simply vanished from the tip of her sword and went spinning away to land hissing on a patch of ice. Isana hadn't even felt felt the impact, it was so focused and powerful. the impact, it was so focused and powerful.

"The Princeps now," Antillus spat. "Proper and proud." "The Princeps now," Antillus spat. "Proper and proud." And it suddenly struck her, like blinding light on snow. And it suddenly struck her, like blinding light on snow. She knew the source of Antillus's obstinate rage. She knew the source of Antillus's obstinate rage.

She retreated from the next attack. "It isn't about Gaius at all," she breathed aloud. "It's about me me. And it's about Maximus."

Raucus flung another burst of flame at her, hot but badly aimed. She was able to defend against it with more snow raised about her.

"You don't know what you're talking about," he snarled.

"Yes, I do," she said. "At first I thought you must have hated Tavi-but he's your friend's son, Raucus. You and Septimus knew and trusted one another. And I don't think that even after all those years, you're the kind of man to forget a friend."

"You've got no idea what you're talking talking about!" Raucus snarled. His sword whipped out twice more, biting away another inch of her blade each time. about!" Raucus snarled. His sword whipped out twice more, biting away another inch of her blade each time.

Isana's voice shook with fear, and she smoothed the ground between them to ice, trying to create more s.p.a.ce between them. "I do. Septimus did something you did. He fell in love with a freeman-with me. But he did something else you didn't dare to do. He married her."

"You think it's that simple simple?" Raucus demanded. He gestured once at the ground and- -and fire blossomed within the earth itself within the earth itself. Isana felt the sudden rush of ice and snow melting, sublimating at once to mist as the ground warmed to the heat of a southern summer in the s.p.a.ce of an instant.

"Crows take you," Raucus hissed, and came forward, sword raised to kill.

She couldn't fight the heat in the earth, to send ice through it to cool it again-not in time to save her life. But she could could use that warmth. She reached out to all that mist and vapor and forced it down, into the warm earth-transforming it almost instantly to soupy mud that swallowed Raucus to midthigh. use that warmth. She reached out to all that mist and vapor and forced it down, into the warm earth-transforming it almost instantly to soupy mud that swallowed Raucus to midthigh.

And leaving her suddenly, viciously weary. She'd performed too many craftings, done swiftly and powerfully rather than with grace and efficiency, and it was taking the inevitable toll.

The High Lord let out a roar of frustration and simply flung his sword at her.

Isana's sword-what was left of it-snapped in an immediate, basic parry, one of the first Araris had taught her, and one of six that that he'd said he had time to drill into her muscle memory.

It simply wasn't fast enough.

She felt her mangled gladius gladius brush the oncoming weapon, then a tremendous impact in her belly, and she was lying on her back in the snow. brush the oncoming weapon, then a tremendous impact in her belly, and she was lying on her back in the snow.

She turned on her side, dazedly, and felt something horribly wrong wrong. It wasn't pain, precisely. It was more like a quivering, trembling, silvery sensation that shot up and down her spine and throughout her limbs.

She looked down and saw that the High Lord's sword had sunk to its hilt in her abdomen.

Her curtain of snow had fallen. Silence had swallowed the land. From the walls, there was not a single sound, not a cry, not a single human voice.

Scarlet was spreading onto the snow around her.

She lifted her head to see Raucus just staring at her. His face had gone pale. His right hand was still lifted from his throw, fingers loosely curled.

"I don't think it was simple," Isana gasped. The words hurt to speak. "I think you were young. I think you fell in love with a freeman, Max's mother. And I think your father, your mother, whoever might have been in your life was horrified. There was a war to be fought along the Shieldwall-always a war. W-w-what would happen if the heir of Antillus didn't have the furycrafting talent he needed to fight it?"

The cold was getting through her coat. Or following her blood back up to her veins. Or she was simply bleeding to death. Regardless, Isana had little time to reach the man.

"Y-you had n-no way of knowing if M-maximus would be strongly talented. I th-think you had to set his mother aside to marry. F-for strong bl-bloodline. For alliances with Kalare and its watergrain fields."

Raucus began slogging his way out of the mud, moving toward her.