sword jutting from his chest. Kiva’s sudden violent curse at the recollection was masked by the creaking of the opening door. A figure wandered into his field of vision; a figure he certainly
“Who’re you?” Kiva asked sharply, still reeling from the shock of his memories returning.
“General” the man addressed him calmly, “you need to avoid all such excitement. For my sake as well as yours lie back and remain quiet.”
Again Kiva forced himself as far upright as his strength would allow. Only now did he notice the thick bandages around his wrists and the various new scars above and below them.
“I’ve got to get away.” His eyes narrowed. “How long have I been here?”
The man smiled gently. “Almost two weeks. And as for getting away, it’s going to be at least another week before you’re ready to leave the bed and I wouldn’t think you’ll be able to walk more than a few yards for the best part of a month after that. You’re still wounded and you’re very weak.”
Kiva snorted, but the retort died unspoken in his throat as the memory of the nail smashing into his feet came swimming back into his mind.
“How bad am I?” he questioned, aware that he might not be truly prepared for the answer. The man, obviously a doctor of some sort, smiled reassuringly. “Not as bad as you were. And certainly not as bad as you could have been. Your friends brought two other doctors with them, a man called Mercurias who reminds me pleasingly of myself, and a Pelasian with some ideas that are a little outlandish but they certainly make you think.”
He registered the look on Kiva’s face and shrugged. “I’m not sure you’d still be here if were just down to me.”
“Mercurias made it here? And a Pelasian?”
The doctor leaned down to Kiva’s feet and whatever he did there made the veins in his feet and legs run with liquid fire. He stifled a scream.
“A vast improvement” declared the doctor, and then looked up with a smile as he realised he’d been spoken to. “Hmm? Pelasian? Oh yes… Far too many men here now. A big dark skinned man, Mercurias, a man with one eye, a big barbarian with a tattered throat, two men who argue with me all the time and tell me that you just need a drink and a fight, and about a half dozen Pelasians. Oh, and a young woman. It’s getting rather difficult to hide them all.”
Kiva’s eyes gradually widened as he listened. He knew almost every individual from the description. The Wolves, such as they were now, were here on Isera with him. Including himself there would be only five now. And two of the Lion Riders were here? And Prince Ashar’s men? And a woman? Who was she? Momentary visions of a handmaiden of the underworld swam into his mind as he remembered water and the creaking of a boat. He’d failed them all. He let his head slump back to the pillow.
The doctor sighed as he stood once more. “Each and every one of them has been in to see you more times than I’ve allowed them to in your current state. I’ll let them come in and see you again tomorrow one at a time. Not today though; today you rest.”
Picking up his unopened bag of medicines, the doctor stretched. “I’ll be leaving for now. If you get into discomfort, shout out. There’s a servant in the other room who can fetch me.
Kiva nodded and a thought crossed his mind. “Doctor, I had a flask…”
The doctor smiled. “Yes, I’m well aware of that. Mare’s mead. Quite dangerous when you misuse it, you know? And you do, though from the look of you there’s a history there of misuse. You couldn’t have taken it anyway while you were out and your Mercurias fellow seemed to think it would be a good time to wean you off it. With two weeks’ head start you should be well on the way.”
Kiva tried to growl, but it hurt his throat too much. With a scowl, he watched the doctor leave the room and then sighed as the door closed once more.
“It’s the end anyway.”
“The end?” asked Sarios, leaning on one of his elbows as he looked across at the man he’d shared his chamber with for the last fortnight. “The end of what?”
Kiva gave a hoarse laugh. “The end of everything. You should never have sent Quintillian away from here, and then he wouldn’t have found me.”
Sarios merely raised an eyebrow questioningly. Kiva made angry noises and settled deeper into his pillow.
“I started to believe, you know? It’s been so long since I thought there was any hope for the Empire that it took a long while for me to get my head around it, but I actually started to believe. You’d done a good job with Quintillian; he reminded me so much of Quintus when I first served the man. You remember the young Quintus? The one who set out to make the world civilised?”
Sarios nodded. A curious smile was slowly spreading across his face, not at all in keeping with Kiva’s mood or topic of conversation. The general scowled at him, but then sighed and let the scowl that took so much effort to maintain fall away.
“We could maybe have done it too,” he continued. “Given enough time, we could have got everyone together; united the few lords still loyal and broken Velutio. It could have been done perhaps, but now it’s over.”
Sarios’ smile was now wide and warm though Kiva failed to see the humour in the situation. “Why over?” the minister questioned.
Kiva blinked. “The boy’s dead, Sarios. I saw Velutio run him through right in front of my eyes. I failed him at the end and now the bloodline’s gone. He was the last scion and without him there’s nothing for anyone to rally behind. Velutio’s won and us being on the island’s just bringing trouble your way.”
“Thinking was never your strong point Kiva. You were always a genius on a battlefield, but in the court or the city you were too blinkered and trusting. You never open to possibilities. Think now why I sent Quintillian out from here. Why did I, Kiva?”
The general sighed again. “Maybe you wanted him to get far away and out of the reach of Velutio. To hide him, yes?”
Sarios grinned. “Don’t be idiotic, Caerdin. Your brain’s softened. The boy was very important to all of us, but I’m a politician, not his father. Why do you think I would risk him like that?”
Kiva’s head whirled. He’d only been conscious for a few minutes and wasn’t at all sure he was up to this kind of depth of thought. Sarios had always had that effect on him though; the man could think in spirals where Kiva could only think in straight lines. He mulled for a moment as Sarios watched him, smiling. The smile was starting to annoy him.
“I suppose you’re going to tell me you sent him to find me?”
Sarios made a ‘so-so’ motion with his hand. “Sort of. Certainly Tomas and Enarion were given specific instructions to find you but why, Caerdin? Why?”
Kiva’s brows knitted again in concentration but in the end he shrugged, another motion which caused pain throughout much of his upper body.
Sarios sighed. “He was a wild card, Caerdin. Just putting him in the world again would cause change; shake things up. If everything was allowed to run on the way it was, the result would be inevitable: the Empire of Velutio and the deaths of everyone we care about. It may sound harsh to you, but Quintillian was a political tool. If you’d made him Emperor, it would have far exceeded my expectations, but in the end he did exactly what I anticipated. Like a stone dropped into a lake, he sent out ripples throughout the whole world. And even when the stone’s sunk, the ripples are still moving. Do you follow me?”
“As far as I care to” Kiva growled. “Like all politicians, you use people. But,” he said sharply, pointing a finger at the minister “whatever you hoped to achieve by sacrificing him has failed. Now we’re in a worse state than ever. More than half the Wolves are dead. The last Imperial blood is gone. Your ‘ripples’ are dying away and the stone’s still gone.”
Sarios grinned again. “Don’t sell yourself short, Caerdin. These ripples could become tidal waves. Quintillian brought the Wolves and the Lion Riders together; he flushed a Pelasian ally out of the darkness.” His grin slipped as a serious look took its place. “And of course, it’s caused a great deal of upset in the city and beyond. There are rumblings of rebellion now even in Serfium after what happened to their priests.”
Kiva sighed again. “All immaterial. We don’t have an Emperor any more and now there’s just more of us trapped and in hiding.”
