“Perhaps it would comfort him to know that you truly hold no malice toward him for all that has happened to you over these last years. Your words yesterday appeared to give him food for thought. And I do not believe he is a man who often thinks beyond what he has been told by those he accepts as authority.”
“I will send a message to him,” Lara said. “If he would see me before we leave then I will go to him.”
To her surprise her father came himself to the inn that afternoon just as they had returned from walking about the City. Honored to have such a fabled member of the Crusader Knights in his house, the innkeeper invited them into his garden, bringing wine and other refreshments of a much better quality than they had previously seen. Then he reluctantly withdrew.
“What does Gaius Prospero want of you, Daughter?” Lara’s father asked.
“Nothing, it would seem. He was simply curious,” she answered.
John Swiftsword nodded. “Tell me in detail what happened to you from the morning you were taken from my house,” he said to her.
“Very well,” Lara answered him, and then she began to speak.
“You were very brave,” her father noted as she told of her escape from the Forest Kingdom. “And clever to make a friend of the giant.”
“I became friends with him because we were both outsiders,” Lara said. “In the beginning I despaired of ever knowing happiness again. It was only when Og told me how my grandmother had cursed the forest folk, and what it was they wanted of me, that I thought to flee.” She continued on with her tale, and he listened.
“The Shadow Princes are a part of Hetar, and yet they go their own way,” John Swiftsword observed as she told him of her time in the desert.
“They are men of great ethic and intellect,” Lara replied. “And their magic is wondrous. I believe those who rule Hetar respect that, and they are wise to do so.”
“And they reunited you with your mother?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“She told you all?” he queried.
“Yes,” Lara replied.
“And you do not hate me?” he said softly.
“You were a boy, Father. And your nature is a weak one, I fear,” Lara said.
He laughed ruefully. “Aye, it is,” he admitted to her.
“Your path is yours, and mine is mine,” Lara told him. “You were a good father to me while I was in your care. I love you. There is no ill will in my heart toward you.” She continued on with her adventures in the Outlands. She told him of Vartan, her first husband, the great Lord of the Fiacre. “You have two grandchildren, a boy and a girl. I will not tell you their names lest you tell someone you should not,” she said. “I am sorry, but the times in which we live bid me to caution.”
“And then you went to Terah?” her father said.
Lara told him of Vartan’s death and how she had learned it was a political assassination arranged by Gaius Prospero.
“I do not understand why the emperor would do such a thing,” John Swiftsword said wearily. Almost everything she had told him was in conflict with what he had been told, or heard, or had spent his life believing. This was his daughter, and yet she was a stranger to him. His daughter had never lied. But could this woman lie? Was she lying now? It was all very confusing to him. He was a man who functioned best in a controlled environment such as the world of Hetar had always been. Until now.
“Gaius Prospero believed in his ignorance that without Vartan, the strong union of Outlands clan families would disintegrate. It was not so, of course. But he planned even then to invade the Outlands again.”
“The Outlands belong to Hetar, Lara,” her father said. “We are only taking back what is rightfully ours. We will bring civilization and a better way of life to those people now living there. Hetar is a great world.”
“I cannot believe you believe what you are saying, Father!” Lara cried. “You know perfectly well that until recently, nothing was said of the Outlands but that it was a savage place peopled by barbarians. Hetar needs room to expand, and they think to take the Outlands.”
“Will they fight?” her father asked her.
“They are a people with a long history of independence,” Lara told him.
“We will win,” he said. “It will not be like last time when we were caught unawares,” John Swiftsword told his daughter. Then he looked carefully at her. “Were you…” he began. “Did you…?” He could not finish the question.
“Did I partake in the Winter War? Yes, Father, I did. We killed many Mercenary soldiers, Andraste and I. She sings when she fights, you know. It can be quite chilling to hear her deep, dark voice above the mayhem of battle. The last man I fought, I spared, because I recognized the son of Mistress Mildred.”
“Wilmot. I remember him. A good man. You say he and his mother are safe?”
“They are with the Shadow Princes, and very well,” she assured him.
“Where will you go now, Lara?” her father asked her.
“Home to Terah,” she told him. He did not need to know their travel plans. She could not be certain he was not spying for Gaius Prospero. Well, she had told him nothing the emperor did not already know.
Magnus Hauk listened to the conversation between father and daughter. He realized that he felt sorry for his father-in-law. John Swiftsword was a decent man, but as he had himself admitted, he was weak. Magnus could see that Lara’s tale of her adventures had disconcerted and even bewildered him. He had trusted the daughter he once knew, but he was not certain he could trust this daughter before him now. The Dominus decided to give the Hetarian something on which he could depend.
“John,” he said quietly, “I want you to know that I love Lara. I will keep her safe as long as I live. She is already beloved in Terah for removing the curse of Usi from our menfolk. You can be proud of her.”
The confusion left the older man’s eyes. “I am glad my daughter has been so fortunate in her husband,” he said. “Are you really the ruler of Terah?”
“I am. My title is Dominus, and Lara’s is Domina,” Magnus answered with a smile. “We do not keep a court, however. We are a simple people.”
John Swiftsword nodded in agreement. “I do not enjoy the grandiose, although my wife would take to it if offered.” He stood. “I think it best that I go now. Susanna will wonder where I have gotten to for she worries that anything should happen to me.”
“What would happen to her if it did, Father?” Lara asked him, curious to learn the answer. “Is it like the Guild of Mercenaries?”
“Only partly,” he said. “If I were dead she would be moved to a smaller home again, but she would otherwise live quite comfortably for the rest of her days. And our sons, too. I regret that you did not get to meet them, Lara.”
“Your wife has not even told them of my existence,” Lara said softly. “Not even Mikhail whom I cradled and cared for as a girl.”
He flushed at her rebuke. “I am sorry, Daughter,” he said.
Immediately Lara felt remorse for her words. “Nay, Father, I understand Susanna’s motives. She has four sons to consider, and I am not her child.”
“But you are
Lara smiled at him. “In the Outlands I was called Lara, daughter of Swiftsword,” she told him. “And I have always been proud to be your child.” Standing on her toes she kissed his cheek. “Goodbye, Father. I do not know if we will meet again.”
Quick tears filled his eyes, and he blinked them away. “Goodbye, Lara,” he said.
Then he turned, and gave his hand to Magnus Hauk. “Keep her safe, my lord,” he told the Dominus. “She is my only daughter, and her mother’s memory still lives within me.” Then turning, John Swiftsword departed the garden where they had sat.
Magnus Hauk put his arms about his wife. “He is a good man, Lara.”
“I know,” she answered him. “But he is Hetarian. I have confused him with my tale. Once we are parted a short time, however, he will once again believe what he is told by Gaius Prospero and his ilk, because it is comfortable to believe it. Believing it will not threaten his status, or endanger his wife and sons. His loyalty will always be to Hetar first,” she said sadly. “I am glad you agreed to take in the Outlands families, Magnus. At least there will be no
