'Damn you, Mollari! Damn…. you!'
'You will recall your men now. You will give them all an order to stand down their arms and report to me personally. I assure you, Valo, that only the commanders will be held responsible for what has happened here today. Those soldiers who were merely following orders…. they will be permitted to rejoin their regiments. The divisions within this Court, and this Republic…. they all end today.
'We should not be fighting each other, Valo.'
'We…. needed…. strength.'
'And we shall have it. But not under you. You brought only chaos and anarchy. Issue that order.'
'You will…. protect…. my men…?'
'Yes, Valo. You have my word as a soldier, and as a General. Only the commanders and those who refuse to stand down will be punished.'
'Damn you, Marrago…. and…. damn you…. Mollari…. I will…. give…. your order….'
Marrago nodded, smiling.
The heavens opened, blazing with a myriad of colours. For some the sight might be a thing of beauty, an image to inspire words and verse and more things of beauty.
Not for Sonovar. Like the man who had trained him, one of the few things they had in common…. like Sinoval, Sonovar was no poet.
He could see them all. Minbari warships, led by those who had sworn fealty to Sinoval, some of those ships that had been assigned to guard and protect the other worlds. There were the Soul Hunter ships, for so long instruments of fear to the Minbari. It was ironic that they would now be bringing salvation.
And there was Cathedral, the massive vessel that housed the Soul Hunters and their souls…. and their Primarch.
'There are many of them, my lord,' spoke Forell, at his side. 'More than us, perhaps?'
'Numerically, yes,' Sonovar acknowledged. 'But then I knew that when I started this. The relative firepower of the Tak'cha and the Shagh Toth has yet to be determined, however, and I would rather not test it out here. We have done what we came for, after all. No, there will be no battle here today.'
'Then, with respect, lord…. why are we still here?'
Sonovar threw back his head and laughed. 'Ah, Forell, you are no warrior. You have no courage, and that is why your caste could never truly rule. There is something to show…. Primarch Sinoval. I will show him the lengths great men will go to…. for victory.'
He fell silent as two Tak'cha ships blazed forward. They were smaller than a Minbari capital ship, but larger than one of the Shagh Toth carriers. These vessels were designed for transport more than battle, after all.
The nearest Minbari warship fired. Sonovar could not identify it, which was a pity. He would have liked to be able to say a prayer for the soul of its captain.
The Tak'cha ships swivelled in space, dodging the blasts. Moving with startling speed, they shot forward. And with an explosion Sonovar could see but not hear, they crashed directly into the warship.
'Hear me, Sinoval!' he roared, knowing that his message would be sent to his enemy. 'Everyone and everything who follows you, I will destroy! All you love, I will destroy! Your ships will be torn apart, and your worlds sown with salt!
'And your Shagh Toth demons…. them I will annihilate utterly. You are a dead man walking, Sinoval, as are all those you love, and all those you lead.'
He stood back, ending the signal. Jump points opened, and his entire fleet fled into hyperspace. Sinoval would not try to follow. He was too experienced a warrior for that. A battle commenced in anger was a battle lost from the instant it started.
'A victory, my lord,' observed Forell drily.
'Yes,' he admitted, smiling. 'A victory, but a beginning only. It is very far from over.'
And on the pinnacle of his castle of the winds on Cathedral, standing above the space from which Sonovar and his ships had just fled, Primarch Sinoval was silent, looking at the devastated wreckage of the
'I heard your words,' he said softly, his eyes dark. 'You will kill all I love, hmm? Ah, but Sonovar…. there is no one I love.'
Londo looked at the throne before him, draped in the Imperial purple. How many had died for that strip of cloth and that uncomfortable-looking chair? He hobbled forward to it and ran his hands across the fabric.
Then he snorted and turned, trying to remember the way to Malachi's quarters. He had lived in the Court for most of his life, but it had never felt so alien to him as it did now.
There was the sound of movement off in a corner. 'Who is there?' Londo barked, hoping his voice was sterner than he felt.
'Minister Mollari?' said a frightened voice, and a stumbling figure came out from behind the purple drapes. 'It's me…. You remember me, don't you? Vir Cotto. I was Ambas…. I mean, Emperor Refa's attach? on Minbar.'
'Vir! Yes, I remember you. I hadn't heard anything about you for months. I'd supposed you were dead. It is…. good to know that you are not. Have you heard anything from…. our other friend recently?'
'No. No, not a word. Interstellar communications have been down for a long time, apart from some special ministerial business. Emperor Refa made me a Runner for the Court and, well….'
'Yes, yes. We will have time to talk later. Which…. which way is it to…?'
There was the sound of more movement from behind him and Londo spun, as easily as he was able to, anyway. A lot of movement this time.
'Greetings, Londo,' said a familiar voice, one he had never expected to hear here. 'We have taken the capital. It is…. pacified and united.'
'Marrago! What are you doing here? You were to stay behind in Gallia and Sphodria. You….' Behind him there were a great many soldiers, some Londo recognised from the Selini Guard, others from the palace itself.
'Your wife persuaded me otherwise. A most forceful woman.'
'Oh, I know,' he said, with a hint of pride. 'What is the…. what is the state of things here, then?'
'Lord Valo is under arrest, and his men have been recalled. Valo's commanders are to answer for their actions, but his men will not be punished. There will be considerable leeway, I think, to explain today's events. A task that will fall to you, Majesty.'
'Good. Is there any fighting still…. what did you call me?'
'Yes, Majesty. Some of Valo's men have refused to accept the recall order, but they will soon be caught. I would propose the institution of martial law in the capital and surrounding areas, as well as a curfew for the foreseeable future until order is restored. I will also send as many of our forces as can be spared to Selini, Gallia and Sphodria, to maintain peace there.'
'Yes…. yes, that is fine, but…. about that 'Majesty' part….'
'There is no other viable candidate, Londo. None at all. The Republic must be made strong, and we cannot be made strong until we have a strong leader, and a strong military. I will deal with the military, but I fear the rest is up to you.'
'I merely wanted to expose Cartagia and Elrisia…. reform the Centarum…. bring some order, and then let them choose a new Emperor. I never wanted….'
'I fear there is no choice in this matter, Majesty. Go…. claim your throne.'
'But….'
'The army will follow me, and I will follow you. The Centarum can wait until later. It will take a long time to recover from the ramifications of these events, and a stern hand will be needed in the interim.'
Londo nodded, his face ashen. 'Damn her. She was right. Damn him too.'
'Majesty?'
Londo waved in the direction of Cartagia's body. 'Take…. take him away. He…. I will not let him win. You hear that, Marrago? I will not let him win.'
'No, Majesty. He will not win.'
Londo looked back at the throne, cursing softly. He had grown to hate that chair. It caused nothing but
