Griffin's Daughter

upon which all of Amsara depended, Magnes desired very little else out of life.

Unfortunately, Fate and the gods had decreed that he be born a duke’s eldest child, and with that station came a birthright that he could not escape, no matter how much he might wish otherwise. So, in exchange for allowing him to run Amsara’s agricultural operations, the duke had insisted that Magnes train at arms and study the classic subjects usually included in a young nobleman’s education so that he would be prepared to take over as duke upon his father’s death.

Each time Magnes scooped up a hand-full of rich, black Amsaran soil and inhaled its heady aroma, redolent of the promise of growth, he imagined life as just a common-born man, free to marry the girl he loved.

The keep felt like an oasis of calm after the controlled chaos of the yard. A fire burned in the large hearth, for despite the growing warmth of the day, the stones of the keep’s thick walls still retained their nighttime chill. Old Ghost lay sprawled on the stones before the fire, snoring loudly. Magnes took the stairs two at a time up to the second floor where his father’s study was located. As he approached, he could see that the door stood partially open. The sound of voices, raised in anger, drifted through. Cautiously, he entered.

Magnes’s sister Thessalina was as unlike in physical appearance to their father as Magnes himself was akin. Whereas he shared their father’s same stocky build, square face, and curling brown hair, Thessalina was their deceased mother reborn. She stood a good two inches taller than both her kinsmen, with mahogany hair that hung in thick, lustrous waves to her waist, and a slender body honed to the peak of fitness by years of arms training.

Right now, she and Duke Teodorus were squared off in a shouting match, nose to nose. Thessalina appeared to be winning, for the duke threw up his hands in exasperation and turned away.

“ Uh…Is it safe to come in?” Magnes asked, a tentative smile playing across his lips. Both combatants turned as one to face him.

The duke irritably waved his arm. “Yes, yes, come in, son. Your sister and I were just having a small disagreement, that’s all.” Duke Teodorus turned hard eyes upon his daughter.

“ A small disagreement? Father! I would hardly call…”

“ Thessalina, please! We will discuss this later!”

“ I could come back in a little while, Father,” Magnes offered.

“ No, of course not. You have my morning report, and I want to hear it now.” The duke glared pointedly at the seething Thessalina, who narrowed her eyes and set her mouth in a hard line but kept it shut. The duke returned to his desk chair and sat. “Look at this mess,” he muttered, peering down at the ink splattered carpet. “I paid a lot of money for that carpet. Hmmm. Well. Talk to me, son.”

“ The orchards are in full flower, including all of the new apple trees we planted. We should have a record harvest this year, if all goes well.”

“ That was a smart move, increasing the number of trees and when the new ones mature, we’ll probably have to expand the mill to keep up.”

“ We should easily double our production over last year with just the old trees alone,” Magnes added, a touch of pride in his voice.

“ We’ll be able to increase our profit without raising our price. Well done, Son,” the duke said, nodding his head in approval. It had been Magnes’s idea to expand the very profitable cider business. Amsara was famed throughout the empire for the exceptional quality of its cider.

“ There’ll be no profits for anyone, ‘cept the arms makers if there’s a war on,” Thessalina interjected. “We should be discussing improvements to the fortifications and how soon we can raise and train our levies. We are a border duchy after all, Father, or have you forgotten?”

The duke shot his daughter a pained look. “There’ll be no war. The elf king has shown no interest in anything outside his borders. It’s been over a hundred years since the Empire and The Western Lands had any hostilities between ‘em, and that was Silverlock’s father started that business. So far, Silverlock himself has been nothing but peaceful, as was his brother before him.”

“ I agree with Father,” Magnes said. “The elves have been good neighbors. They’ve left us alone, pretty much. Why should things change now?”

“ You’ve heard the rumors, Father. You can’t just ignore them,” Thessalina countered.

“ I’ve heard them, yes. The empress wants to take back territory her great-great grandfather lost to the elves during the last war. The elves have had the Portanus Valley for a long time now. They are not about to give it up without a very nasty fight. It’s too important to them. I don’t think the empress’ll be foolish enough to spend the enormous amount of money it would take to wage that fight, just to satisfy some musty old debt of honor.”

“ How do we know that they won’t try any more land grabs? Perhaps use Portanus as a base to invade further south?”

The duke shook his head. “They may be lacking souls, but they are not lacking intelligence, Thessalina. They don’t have nearly the troop strength to mount any kind of invasion. They may not even have enough to mount an effective defense.”

“ Yes, there are a lot more of us than there are of them,” Magnes pointed out. “I think they just want us to leave them alone. And I don’t believe that myth about them having no souls.”

“ Well, you wouldn’t,” Thessalina commented sarcastically, the unspoken meaning behind her words clear.

“ You and Father really should treat Jelena better. She is our family, despite both of your efforts to deny the fact,” Magnes said angrily.

“ Oh, not that old song again. It is sooo tiresome!” Thessalina rolled her eyes and heaved an exaggerated sigh.

Magnes could feel the pressure of fury building within him. “You are such a bitch sometimes, Thessalina!” he lashed out.

“ That’s enough!” the duke barked. “Magnes, you will not speak to your sister in that way. She is a lady, and you will treat her with respect!”

“ Sorry,” Magnes muttered grudgingly, but the hard look in his eyes warned of his enduring anger.

“ Now, then. I have some news for you, Magnes,” the duke began. “As you know, we’ll be hosting several of our neighbors at this year’s feast. Duke Leonus of Orveta will be attending. He’ll be bringing his daughter, uh…” the duke massaged his temples in an attempt to coax the girl’s name from his memory.

“ Lowena,” Thessalina supplied.

“ Lowena, yes. The girl just turned sixteen a month ago, and Leonus has made me an offer. He has agreed to a match between you two, as long as agreeable terms can be reached. I have graciously accepted on your behalf. You will be meeting your future bride tonight.”

“ What?” Magnes cried.

“ Oh, no, Father, not Magnes, too! You can’t be serious! I’ve seen that girl. She’s a simpering little twit! You can’t make Magnes marry her, any more than you can force me to marry that toad Artos!”

“ I beg you, Father,” Magnes pleaded. “I’m not ready to marry yet. Let me…”

“ Enough !” the duke bellowed, slamming both hands down hard onto the desk top. “You are both my children, and you will obey! You will marry when I say, and whom I choose! Your wishes have no bearing on the matter. This is business, by the gods!” Both Magnes and his sister stood silent, he with his arms hanging by his sides, she with hers folded tightly across her breasts.

“ Magnes, the deal is as good as done. Our family stands to gain handsomely by joining with Orveta, so you’d better get used to it. As for you , Daughter, Lord Artos hasn’t given me an answer yet. He may not accept my offer. I am sure he has heard the stories of your legendary temper, and he may not wish to take on such a willful wife as you’d be.”

“ I pray that’s so, for his sake,” Thessalina muttered under her breath. The duke acted as if he didn’t hear his daughter’s last comment. He began to gather up the papers he had been working on, stacking them into two neat piles. The room grew very still. A log collapsed in the hearth with a loud pop. The faint sounds of laughter and shouting drifted up from the yard through the high, narrow windows, open now to let in the fresh air.

“ Is there anything else to report?” the duke asked Magnes, not bothering to look up at his son.

“ No, Father. May I go now?”

Teodorus waved his hand in dismissal.