as Audric continued to push with all his strength, burying the sword deep in the man’s gut; as blood spread quickly and flowed down the central gutter toward the hilt that Audric held; as cu’Falla took a second, rattling breath and blood began to flow from his open mouth; as the man’s knees buckled and he fell, tearing the sword from Audric’s grasp; as Audric heard the councillors rise as one from their seats in horror.
As his great-matarh laughed inside his head.
That was well done, she told him. Well done indeed!
Audric walked over to the writhing body and looked down into the dying man’s eyes. “Now we don’t have to worry about your incompetence at all,” he told the man. He coughed violently from his exertions, but he didn’t care about the fine red droplets that spattered the man’s face and chest. Cu’Falla blinked up at him, staring. Audric wrenched the blade from cu’Falla’s stomach. He placed the tip over the man’s chest, feeling the tip slide between his ribs. “And we grant you one last favor: a quick death.” He put all his weight behind the hilt and pushed. More blood gushed from cu’Falla’s mouth, and the man went still.
Excellent! You are indeed my true heir, so much stronger than your vatarh…
Audric turned to the Council of Ca’ and spread his bloodied hands wide. Sigourney ca’Ludovici’s face had gone pale and she stared more at cu’Falla’s corpse than at Audric.
“It seems we have need of a new commandant,” he told them.
Allesandra ca’Vorl
“ This isn’t what I wanted, Matarh. Fynn is supposed to be the Hirzg, and if not him, then you. Not me. ”
She brushed imaginary lint from the shoulders of the gilt-adorned bashta he wore, with the sash of the Hirzg’s office draped over the black-and-silver cloth. She touched his cheek and smiled up at him. He had been taller than her for the last two years; he would be taller yet. In that, he took after his vatarh. “It’s best this way,” she told him. “Firenzcia will have a strong Hirzg for decades to come, which is what it will need.”
“I don’t understand.” He stared at her, his head slightly cocked. “Why did you do this? Why did you turn down being Hirzgin? All those stories about how Great-Vatarh took that from you, how he shunned you in favor of Onczio Fynn…”
“I didn’t want it,” she told him, and saw the disbelief in his face-he had always been a child in whose face you could see his thoughts. I’ll have to work with him on that. It’s something he’ll need to learn. She smiled at him now, touching his cheek. “It’s true, darling. Really. Now, come on; the ca’-and-cu’ have come to meet their new Hirzg, and we can’t keep them waiting.”
She nodded to Commandant Helmad cu’Gottering of the Garde Hirzg, waiting patiently a stride and half from them in his dress uniform. The man saluted and raised his hand. In turn, Roderigo-who had become Jan’s aide- gestured to the servants, who scurried to their posts. A flourish of cornets rose in the cool evening air as attendants opened the double doors leading to the main hall. Jan paused, not moving; she motioned to him. “You first,” she said. “You’re the one they want to see.”
As Jan entered, applause rose and swelled, intermingled with cheers and calls of “Huzzah, Hirzg Jan!” He stood in the doorway as if pinned in place by the accolades, his arms lifting slowly, almost regretfully, to accept them. “Go on,” she whispered to him as he continued to stand there. “Go on down to them.”
He glanced back over his shoulder to her. “With you, Matarh,” he said, offering her his arm. She came forward to take it, smiling as she did so. The applause swelled and enveloped them.
She looked over the bright crowd. Black and silver predominated, as it did in all Firenzcian celebrations, echoing the colors of the banners hung high along the walls. Teni-lights gleamed brightly in the chandeliers, illuminating the ca’-and-cu’ of Brezno, all of them gazing toward the two of them. Their faces were snared in smiles, some of them genuine, but many overlaying concern and uncertainty and mistrust. No one could miss the number of Garde Hirzg stationed around the sides of the hall and strolling carefully through the crowd, their gazes solemn and diligent, nor Commandant cu’Gottering entering the hall directly behind Jan and Allesandra, or Starkkapitan ca’Damont’s dominating presence as well as many of his chevarittai offiziers. Firenzcia had now lost two Hirzgs in less than a year, and the A’Hirzg they knew had given the staff and sword to her son, whom they knew little despite his recent prominence. It was obvious that Firenzcia planned to have no more losses.
Firenzcia was used to change: in the lifetimes of many of those applauding Allesandra and Jan’s entrance, they’d experienced a great battle lost to Nessantico; they’d seen Allesandra herself held as hostage; they’d watched her revered vatarh abandon her in favor of her younger brother; they’d trembled as the old Hirzg Jan had seceded from the Holdings to create the Coalition; they’d witnessed the sundering of the Concenzia Faith as well, with Archigos ca’Cellibrecca defying the old seat in Nessantico and the ascension of Archigos Ana; they’d cheered as the Coalition grew stronger with each passing year, as it seemed that the Coalition might one day even eclipse the Holdings.
In their lives, Firenzcia had gone from a servant of the Holdings to its greatest rival. Brezno’s light now rivaled that of Nessantico herself.
They felt optimistic about Firenzcia and about the Breznoian branch of the Faith, but this year had shattered much of that optimism. Allesandra knew that they cheered now more for the hope that the new Hirzg Jan represented than for Jan himself.
If they knew what she planned… She wondered what their faces would look like then, and if they’d even be able to conjure up smiles at all.
Semini was among the forefront of the throng, his green-clad teni staff around him. Allesandra held onto Jan’s hand as they descended the steps. As the crowd began to close around Jan, many of them parents with their young, unmarried daughters prominently in tow, she pressed his arm. “Be polite to your subjects,” she whispered to him. “You never know which one of them you might need as an ally-or a wife.”
“Where are you going, Matarh?” he whispered back, and she could hear the apprehension in his voice.
“Don’t worry; I’ll be here and I’ll rescue you if I see something amiss. I need to talk with Archigos ca’Cellibrecca.” She nodded to the ca’-and-cu’ as they gathered around Jan and slipped through the crowd, greeting those she passed. The music had begun again, but most of those in the hall ignored the call of the dance to have their moment with the new Hirzg. “Archigos,” she said as she came to Semini, standing to one side of the crowd. His o’teni attendants, smiling and giving Allesandra the sign of Cenzi, moved aside to let her approach, and carefully returned to their own coversations.
He nodded to her, giving her the sign of Cenzi then holding out his hands to her. She took them, pressing her fingers to his for a moment before releasing him. They’d not had an opportunity to be together since their meeting at Stag Fall, over a month ago now, but there had been letters and the carefully-phrased messages. She knew how she wanted this evening to end: the arrangements had already been made-Semini would come to her rooms after the reception. She smiled. “So good to see you again, Archigos. Where is your wife this evening? I expected to see Francesca with you.” Always polite in public, always saying the right things.
“She’s not… feeling well and sends her apologies to you and the Hirzg,” Semini told her. “In fact, she has not felt well for some time, and I made arrangements for her to go to the spas at Kishkoros-she’ll be there for another week; I understand they’re quite invigorating and restorative.”
Allesandra nodded, pleased at the news: that removes one impediment to our affair. “They are. I’m certain the rest will do her constitution wonders-though I hope it doesn’t leave you too lonely.” She pressed his hands again.
He smiled at that, perhaps a bit too broadly. She saw one of his o’tenis raise her eyebrows in their direction, and Allesandra released Semini’s hands. “I’m certain that work will prevent me from missing Francesca too much. There will be much that the Faith can do to help the new Hirzg, don’t you think?”
“I know that Jan will be most grateful to you, Archigos. As will I.” She glanced over to the close knot of people around Jan. He was smiling broadly, shaking hands and touching shoulders, and there were young women gathered all around him. Despite his earlier apprehension, he seemed to be enjoying himself. The nascent knot in Allesandra’s stomach eased somewhat. Commandant cu’Gottering remained at his side, watching closely, his hand never far from the sword at his side. Allesandra suspected that despite the gilded elegance of the hilt, the commandant’s blade was quite serviceable. For that matter, she knew that Semini himself was an excellent war- teni, and had no doubt others of the teni with him were the same.
