had not expected her to know of the army’s defeat, a secret he had tried hard to conceal from everyone. But there were no secrets that he could conceal from her.
« You had them beaten, Sen Dunsidan. You had them scattered and disheartened, and you let them drive your pursuit force into the ground. In all the years I served in the Federation army, I never heard of such stupidity. How could you let something like that happen?»
« Enough, Shadea. You have had your fun with me. Now let it alone. 1 intend to rectify matters on the Prekkendorran within a few days. When I am finished, the entire Free–born army will be in tatters, and my armies will be deep within their homelands.»
« If I decide to let you do so.» She kept Sen Dunsidan’s eyes locked on her own, chained by the steel of her gaze. «I am not certain now that I should.»
She saw the rage in those eyes, his hatred for her burning in them. She did not look away. The silence between them lengthened.
« You presume a great deal, Shadea,” Iridia Eleri said suddenly.
Her voice was as cold as winter midnight and empty of feeling. Shadea was taken aback in spite of herself. Something about Iridia Eleri was not right. Something about her was changed, something deep and abiding, invisible to the eye, but there all the same.
She broke eye contact with Sen Dunsidan and glanced over. «It worries me that I may have allied myself and my order’s cause with fools. I will presume what I must to remedy such a mistake.» She studied Iridia a moment longer, then turned back to Sen Dunsidan. «Tell me, Prime Minister—must I do so here?»
Sen Dunsidan sighed. «I don’t want you for an enemy, Shadea. You must know that. I need the Druid order to give its blessing to my efforts. I need to know you will not interfere with my plans. Surely you can see this?»
Shadea walked over to the wine pitcher, poured herself a glass, and drank deeply. She watched Iridia casually as she did so, trying to read something of what it was about her that was so troubling. It was in her eyes, she thought. It was in the way she looked out at the world. The problem was there.
« You need me,” she said, «but not enough to tell me of your plans until after they are executed.»
« I have kept nothing back from you that you couldn’t find out on your own, it seems.»
« Your attack on the Elven fleet, your destruction of their army, your own army’s subsequent setback, your alliance with Iridia—what other secrets do you keep from me?»
He sighed. «What secrets do you think I keep, Shadea?»
« I haven’t heard any mention of your new weapon, the one that so effectively destroyed the Elven fleet. An oversight?»
The Prime Minister shrugged. «It is a fire launcher, a pressure feed that sends burning liquid from a nozzle mounted on our airships into others, setting them aflame. A conventional weapon, good over short distances when properly manned. It is hardly worth mentioning.»
What a pathetic liar,Shadea thought. «Which must be why you failed to mention it. Or is there something about it I might find objectionable? A forbidden use of magic, perhaps?»
« Magic?» Sen Dunsidan laughed. «Where would I get magic? Oh, you think Iridia might have given me something from the Druid storehouse, do you? Wouldn’t that be useful! But, no, the weapon was developed long before Iridia appeared with her offer of support. She brings nothing of her Druid lore or of Druid magic to our relationship. Nothing that isn’t her own, anyway. There is no betrayal of the Druids involved in the building of this weapon, Shadea. What are you worried about? The power of the Druids is more than a match for anything I have at my command. I have only my armies and my airships.»
It was difficult to judge how deep the lie went, but it went sufficiently deep that Shadea was certain the weapon was much more powerful than he was suggesting and that he intended it for more than simple warfare. At some point, he would seek to use it against the Druids, because in his heart he could never be at rest until he had destroyed everyone who might threaten him. That was the demon that had driven him since he had begun his ascent to power all those years ago. It was a demon with which she had a fair amount of personal experience.
« Your plan,” she said, «is to use this weapon against the remaining Free–born ground forces on the Prekkendorran? On the Dwarves and Bordermen?»
He nodded. «And on the remnants of the Elves who ambushed my pursuit force. The Free–born have nothing with which to combat it. The best they have been able to do is damage the airship that transports it, and that was a fluke.» He sipped at his wine. «The war on the Prekkendorran is over, Shadea, the moment my airship returns to the skies. All I require to proceed is your clear support for my efforts. For the Federation’s efforts,” he corrected.
She walked over to the window, brushing past Iridia Eleri as if she weren’t there, but feeling something so dark and empty as she did so that she wished she had avoided the sorceress entirely. Pausing at the window, she shuddered a moment in spite of herself. Whatever had happened to Iridia wasn’t anything for the better.
She looked out at the city, considering her options, giving herself sufficient space and time to choose wisely. She made several decisions in that moment, but she spoke only of one.
She turned back to Sen Dunsidan. «The Druid order will support your efforts, Prime Minister. I will announce that support on my return to Paranor. But there are two conditions. First, you will speak before the Coalition Council tomorrow in support of my ascendancy to the position of Ard Rhys. You will make your support complete and unequivocal. No half measures, no politician’s word games. Second, you will fly to Paranor within the week to speak before the Druid order so that all may hear your justification for the invasion of the other lands. You are good at explanations, Sen Dunsidan. You should be able to come up with one.»
The Federation leader studied her, thinking through the ramifications of accepting her offer, as she knew he would, then nodded. «Agreed.»
She walked back across the room, her eyes never leaving his, coming to a stop when she reached him. «A final word. Do not even think about trying to use your new weapon against me. Your hunger for power is vast, Sen Dunsidan, so I know the thought has crossed your mind. Control the Druids, and you control the Four Lands. But you lack the skill and the experience to manage such a task—even with your new ally to advise you.»
She glanced at Iridia. «She is good at what she does, and once she was great. But she is only one person and nowhere near strong enough to challenge me. So keep a tight rein on your ambitions and do not forget your place in the pecking order. The Druids wield the real power in the Four Lands, just as they always have.»
She looked back at him, waiting for his response. «I won’t forget,” he said quietly. «I won’t forget anything.»
He was making a thinly veiled threat, but she would allow that. A threat was only words until it was backed up by something more substantial than anything Sen Dunsidan could command.
She moved close to him, placing herself squarely between Iridia and himself. «Watch your back, Sen Dunsidan,” she whispered.
Then she strode from the room without looking at either of them again and made her way through the halls of the compound buildings to board her airship and fly home.
« She is too dangerous,” Sen Dunsidan declared, once she was gone. He faced Iridia Eleri in challenge. «Too dangerous for either of us. You would not argue the point, would you?»
She floated across the room into the darkness from which she had come and sat down again, cloaked in shadows. «I wouldn’t worry about Shadea a’Ru, Sen Dunsidan.»
He didn’t care for the way she said it. «Well, I do worry about her, Iridia. If you choose to pretend she isn’t a threat, that is up to you. But I intend to do something about her.»
« I can protect you,” she said.
« Perhaps. But if Shadea is dead, I won’t need your protection.»
There was a long silence. «Killing her won’t be easy,” she said. «And if you fail, she will know who to come looking for. Besides, who will you send to eliminate her? Who can you trust to make certain she is dead?»
He hesitated, unable to answer those questions.
« And we have other concerns at the moment.» Iridia sounded sleepy and bored. «Your airship is nearly ready to fly again. You need to do what I told you. You need to take it into the Westland and attack the Elven home city of Arborlon. You need to convince the Elves they are not safe anywhere so that they will agree to abandon their alliance with the Free–born.»
