things were moving faster than Varnaythus might have preferred. Not that there was any point in expecting his Mistress or Her siblings to sympathize with him. They didn’t care how inconvenient or worrisome Their servants might find their lives as long as they produced the desired result, after all.
And it doesn’t help that I have to figure out how to avoid that bastard Brayahs while I’m about it, he thought sourly. The truth is, Dahlnar my friend, that I’d love to have more opportunities to work directly on the Baron, if I weren’t so worried that his darling wife or his cousin the mage might notice it. Unfortunately, that’s out of the question, which leaves me with you. And I need to pick moments when dear, sweet Brayahs is away if I want a little quality time even with you…
Working around the mage wasn’t the only challenge Varnaythus faced, despite Bronzehelm’s susceptibility, and some of those additional challenges were more worrisome than others. Especially since he’d come to the conclusion that Baroness Myacha was profoundly opposed to Thorandas’ marriage to Shairnayith. He’d expected her to be less than enthusiastic about the proposal, yet the strength of her opposition had taken him by surprise, and he’d been a bit surprised by the shrewdness of her insight into the political realities-and potential liabilities-behind it. Fortunately, perhaps, that very shrewdness had led her to doubt anything would come of Thorandas’ ambitions in that direction, given Borandas’ long-standing policies and the North Riding’s traditional neutrality between Cassan and Tellian, so she’d been willing to bide her time. There’d be plenty of time for her to advise against the match if it should begin to seem likely, and the bad news was that despite her youth, Baron Borandas clearly valued her advice and took it seriously.
The good news was that she seemed to be determined to avoid even the appearance of “meddling” in his decisions. If Varnaythus had her analyzed properly, that determination sprang not from any lack of strong opinions but from an adamant resolve that no one was going to think of Borandas as some feeble-witted old man who could be manipulated through his marriage bed. She would give her advice, if it was asked for, but she was unlikely to press her views strongly unless they were asked for. That was all to the good, but it also meant that if she saw him about to do something she feared could seriously hurt him, she might very well abandon that restraint.
That made Bronzehelm even more important, because Myacha respected him so deeply. She knew how long he’d served her husband, how devoted he was to Borandas, and she’d had ample evidence of his intelligence, as well. She also knew how deeply she herself disliked Cassan, and Yeraghor of Ersok was scarcely among her favorite people, either. So if Bronzehelm spoke strongly and positively in favor of the marriage, she was likely to remind herself of how easily emotions could overrule reason and decide she was too prejudiced to render the sort of objective judgment the seneschal was likely to provide.
Unfortunately, things had moved so quickly Varnaythus hadn’t yet been able to prime Bronzehelm properly, which had required him to return to Halthan several weeks sooner than he’d intended. He’d been lucky to find a window when Borandas, Myacha, and Brayahs were all absent, but he wasn’t at all happy about sitting here in the seneschal’s office in the middle of the day with Bronzehelm staring fixedly at a ring while “Master Talthar” whispered in his ear. It was unlikely, to say the least, that any of the seneschal’s well-trained clerks were going to intrude upon them, but “unlikely” wasn’t remotely the same thing as “certain,” and while Varnaythus had prepared an escape strategy which would take him safely out of harm’s way, a teleportation spell wasn’t exactly unobtrusive.
Disappearing in a blinding flash of light would draw all sorts of undesirable attention. Worse, it would absolutely confirm to Baron Cassan that his fellow conspirator was a wizard. To this point, Cassan could honestly say he didn’t know “Talthar” was a practitioner of the art, and not even a mage or a champion of Tomanak could prove he did. It was entirely possible, now that he’d finally agreed Markhos and Yurokhas had to die, that not even that discovery would have changed his mind. It was also possible it would, though, and if that happened, if the entire strategy came apart and They decided it was Varnaythus ’ fault…
You’ve got better things to do than sit around worrying about other things you can’t change anyway, he told himself tartly. And the sooner you get started, the less likely you are to still be sitting here when someone does walk in.
He sat back in his chair, cleared his throat, and spoke a single word in a language which hadn’t been openly spoken in Norfressa in over twelve centuries. Bronzehelm’s unseeing eyes lifted from the emerald, tracking obediently to Varnaythus’ face, and the wizard smiled.
The best part was that there was no magic at all involved in what he was about to do. There couldn’t be, since any wizard would have been able to detect any command or compulsion which had been implanted by the art if he’d looked close enough. Varnaythus couldn’t be positive whether or not a mage like Brayahs could have done the same thing, yet it seemed likely. He would have preferred to be more certain about that, but although he’d learned more about the magi in his years here on the Wind Plain than any of his colleagues on the Council of Carnadosa ever had, he still couldn’t be sure about that particular point. He supposed he ought to get around to jotting down all the bits and pieces he’d picked up about the mage talent and make certain the information was available to the rest of the Council, as well. In fact, he’d been meaning to do that for some time now. Still, there were arguments against making it available, now weren’t there? One never knew when it might be…advantageous for one of one’s colleagues to suffer a mischief, and from what he’d already discovered, magi were quite likely to turn into mischiefs of a rather permanent variety under the wrong-or the right-set of circumstances.
Especially if one had somehow failed-purely inadvertently, of course! — to warn one’s colleagues about what they were about to walk into.
For the moment, though, what mattered was that Bronzehelm’s trance had nothing at all to do with the art except for the activating word Varnaythus had imprinted not on him, but on the ring in his hand. It was the drugs and the trance which had rendered his mind open and pliable, ready to accept whatever Varnaythus offered as his own thoughts and conclusions. Speaking of which “If it should happen that Cassan chooses to accept Thorandas’ offer for his daughter,” Varnaythus said quietly but clearly, “it would offer many significant advantages to the North Riding. First, it would create a strong political and family alliance in the center of the Kingdom. Second, it would serve notice to Tellian that he can no longer take the North Riding’s neutrality on the Council for granted-that he’d have to be more conciliatory, more open to accommodations with Borandas than he’s been in the past. Third, it would create a united bloc on the Council to serve as a counterweight for the power and wealth Tellian is bound to amass if this canal project of his actually succeeds. Let’s face it, Dahlnar, if it does succeed, he’ll inevitably become the dominant member of the Council. He doesn’t necessarily have to have any designs on tyranny or control of the Crown’s policies, either. In fact, it would be perfectly natural for him to try to shape them into something more acceptable to him, even if he has the best of motives and truly believes what he wants is the best policy for the Kingdom as a whole, and without that counterweight to hold him in check, he’d be bound to succeed. And, of course, if he does have designs on controlling the Crown for his own benefit, a counterweight would become absolutely necessary to protect the other ridings’ interests. Fourth, it’s likely Markhos himself will recognize the need for such a counterweight at some time in the future, once he realizes how Tellian’s success has skewed the traditional balance of political power in Sothofalas, at which point Borandas’ ability to play a moderating role on Cassan’s demands and ambitions would clearly be in the Crown’s-and the Kingdom’s-best interests. Fifth, given the growing closeness between Tellian, Dwarvenhame, and the hradani, a firm alliance of nobles who recognize that the Kingdom’s interests and those of the Axemen may not always be identical would best serve-”
The better part of twenty minutes later, Varnaythus drew a deep breath of relief as he came to the end of his points.
He paused for a moment, running back over them in his own mind. One of the things any wizard acquired early was a perfect memory, since no wizard who failed to acquire one was likely to survive long enough to master the art. It only took a moment for him to be certain he’d covered all of them, and he nodded in satisfaction. He could rely on Bronzehelm’s own intelligence to nurture the points he’d made, find all the reasons they made sense, and the fact that most of them did make sense in many ways would only help that process along.
But he wasn’t quite finished yet. Bronzehelm was no fool, and it would be disastrous if he ever realized he couldn’t account for entire blocks of time during his visits with his good friend Master Talthar. It was tempting to simply direct him to dismiss the possibility out of hand, and if Varnaythus had been particularly stupid, he might have done just that. The entire purpose of suggesting things to him in this fashion, however, was to avoid exactly that sort of brute force approach. It wouldn’t have been difficult to direct him to manufacture memories of a
