criminal fraternities of Selzirk and proved impossible to locate.
'But my men arrested twelve. We interviewed them in isolation, giving them no chance to rehearse lies; once all twelve stories matched, I knew I had the truth.
'So I know you marched from Estar to pursue the wizard Heenmor, who had a power-source known as the death-stone, capable of turning men to stone and bringing rocks to life. I know all about your expedition to the point where the soldiers deserted you.
'It was midwinter when I extracted these truths from your soldiers. I knew that if you succeeded in capturing this… this death-stone, it would probably come south by way of Selzirk. For months my three sons have taken turns to command the guard at the northern gate: I wanted no errors, no mistakes. We've a great need for a weapons such as this, for our entire coastline is menaced by the pirates of the Greater Teeth, now grown strong enough to seize Stokos – a conquest of which you, no doubt, have yet to hear.
'More recently, from Runcorn, we have received an ugly little embassy demanding our surrender in the name of Elkor Alish and the death-stone. Knowing this Alish to be sworn to the service of wizards, and lacking any evidence of a death-stone slaughter said to have taken place near Runcorn, I have chosen to disregard this threat. Yet I see this Alish is not of your party. So is he dead? And if not, does he indeed command the death-stone?'
'On that point,' said Hearst, i am not sure whether I should furnish you with any… intelligence.'
He heard Blackwood protest as Ohio grabbed him, then there was the noise behind him of the red and green bottles hitting the stone floor. Hearst pulled the death-stone from where he had hidden it inside his leathers. He whipped away a bit of cloth that had been wrapped around it, and held it aloft.
'The death-stone,' he said, wheeling to survey the room. 'Move and you die.'
'Die yourself!' snarled Watashi, drawing his sword.
In Hearst's hand, the death-stone kicked like a living heart. To use it would mean death, for when the stones of the throne room came alive, the building would collapse. But Miphon, Blackwood and Ohio were safe in the bottles: they would have time to search for the death-stone when they emerged into the ruins where once the city of Selzirk had stood.
And then again – As Watashi raised his sword to strike, Hearst threw the death-stone. It took Watashi on the forehead. Hearst was drawing his sword even as Watashi fell. Sword to throat, he straddled the unconscious body of Farfalla's son, and challenged her: 'The right words now, madam, or your son is dead.'
Farfalla got to her feet and clapped her hands: 'Leave us. Everybody.'
The throne room emptied, and Farfalla resumed her seat. She was confident – and why not? No kingmaker of the Harvest Plains reached maturity without becoming quick-witted and resourceful. And now what?
Whatever Hearst had expected, he was surprised at what Farfalla did next, which was to recite, in a Trading Tongue translation, two lines of Saba Yavendar's 'Albatross Odyssey': 'Wind to horizon making;
Birds match their wings to its shaping.'
Then Farfalla gestured at the wind-wide open view across the city and out to the open plains, across which the wide waters of the Velvet River snaked from east to west, glittering in the sunshine. It was easy enough to make out the north-south line of the Salt Road, reaching away to far distant horizons.
'It's a hundred and seventy leagues downriver to Androlmarphos,' said Farfalla. 'But on a fast ship, you can make the downriver journey in comfort in two or three days.'
'My journey lies south,' said Hearst. 'Along the Salt Road. My destination is Drangsturm, and the Castle of Controlling Power. I thought you'd know at least that much.'
'I do,' said Farfalla. 'And I know the highway's windings make for a long journey. Another seventy marches, at least. On the other hand, from Androlmarphos there's just five hundred leagues of southing by sea; they tell me even a slow ship can make that journey in ten days.'
She was not exaggerating. A ship of any speed could manage fifty leagues a day – at least on the Central Ocean, where there was seldom any shortage of wind.
'Make me no offers,' said Hearst, i'd not trust my life to one of your pretty river boats. Not on the Central Ocean.'
'We don't take galleys to sea,' said Farfalla, 'but there are stout ships in plenty that sail from Androlmarphos. That is what I'd offer you – not just a passage to the south, but a ship entire, with the men to crew it.'
Hearst was tempted, but kept his wits about him, and stepped clear of Watashi, who was starting to recover. Watashi groaned and sat up. Hearst recovered the death-stone.
'What would you demand in return?' said Hearst.
'I'd have you organise the defence of the Harvest Plains against pirates – and against your friend to the north.'
'Alish has been disarmed,' said Hearst. 'I hold the death-stone. We need not worry about him.' And with these words, they began bargaining.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Miphon emerged from the green bottle after three days; Ohio and Blackwood, more cautious, waited for five. All were relieved to find Selzirk had not been destroyed, but more than a little annoyed to find that they would now be delayed while Hearst masterminded the defences of the Harvest Plains.
Nevertheless, they soon found compensations. For Miphon, it was a relief to be no longer travelling; he was able to resume a wizard's true life of study and meditation. For Blackwood, Farfalla's palace offered the solace of solitude, which, in a bustling city like Selzirk, was a considerable privilege indeed.
The rewards for Ohio were rich, as Hearst made him responsible for buying in stone and shipbuilding timber from the Chenameg Kingdom. While Ohio was not exactly corrupt, he found that a certain fraction of the money which passed through his fingers stuck to them -a process which happened so easily that he was almost able to persuade himself it was accidental.
For Hearst, there was an unexpected reward in that Farfalla, a master of Sunoya Dance – a mind/body training system perfected in Selzirk, and unknown to the world at large – was able to teach him physical and mental disciplines which slowly began to give his left hand the bladeskills which had once been possessed by the right.
And so the days passed, with spring becoming summer – and disaster fast approaching.
Hearst's plans for the defence of the Harvest Plains included new military roads, new castles, new ships, a guild of assassins, a courier service, and chains of watchtowers able to signal with windmill-style vanes during the day and with fire by night. All this cost money, but the Harvest Plains were rich.
Combined with the formation of a militia, the construction of new armouries, and, if necessary, the recruitment of a few legions of mercenaries from the Chenameg Kingdom, Hearst's plan would give the Harvest Plains a strong defence against both the Orfus pirates and more traditional enemies, namely the Rice Empire which lay to the south.
The only thing wrong was that Hearst would never have time to put these plans into effect, because the enemies of the Harvest Plains fully intended to strike before the stone and timber from the east was assembled into castles and ships.
Hearst had spoken of Elkor Alish as being disarmed, but this, of course, was far from the truth. Hearst had spent too long in the company of wizards, and had spent too much time exploring the memories left to him by the wizard Phyphor; he had acquired something of a wizard's contempt for the weapons of men.
Alish was no stranger to the ways of war; his experiences in the Cold West had given him mastery of the mixture of bribery, flattery, fear, diplomacy, brutality and generosity needed to hold together a mercenary army.
The seaport city of Runcorn, complete with its armoury, its treasury and its ships of war, was under his command. Using Prince Comedo as a figurehead, he could pretend when necessary to be a servant of the Favoured Blood. Under his leadership were men from Dybra, Chorst and the Lezconcarnau Plains, eager for a share of the wealth of the Harvest Plains.
Alish was persuaded by necessity, that most unrelenting motivator of men, to make the best use of these resources. During his confrontation with Hearst, Alish had seen Hearst destroy a document summoning the Rovac
