years. No, I don’t really care,” he added with a sigh. “I wonder what to do with Janus here though. We could interrogate him, but it seems pretty clear-cut to me. He’s either working for Velutio with orders to cut off our egress and slow us down, or he’s still independent and greedy and thinks if he does it himself, Velutio will cover him with gold. Either way you’ve stopped him and he’s in the shit. Cialo’s saved us a lot of trouble, you know? That man’s a good man to have, I think. Sabian prized him highly.”
Tythias nodded. “So long as this isn’t all some convoluted plan to drop us in the shit.”
“He’s taken the oath and we’ll be very wary around him, but don’t worry about it. I’ve plans for Cialo.”
He turned to one of the soldiers behind him. “Fetch sergeant Cialo at once.”
The man ran off toward the barrack buildings, but Cialo was already out of the door and marching across the square, out of uniform and in his rough clothes for sleeping. The sergeant ignored the mutterings of the soldier and marched past him to where Kiva and his second in command stood over the wounded captain.
“My, my. Captain Janus.”
Kiva nodded. “Yes, the infamous captain Janus. And he’s here because of your warning, Cialo. As such, I feel, since I’m unsure what to do with him, I’m inclined to ask you your opinion…”
Cialo looked down at him and shrugged. “He’s a captain from the old days. That means he’s taken the oath. If he took the oath and is fighting against the Emperor’s army, he’s a traitor. You should probably crucify him for that.”
Tythias and Kiva stared at each other.
“On the other hand,” Cialo continued, “these being the times they are and him having done nothing other than fight on the wrong side, I’d be tempted to despatch him quickly and by the sword. He’s a soldier after all.”
Kiva nodded. “Good. We’re in agreement.” He drew his blade and poised it over the heart of the wounded man, bubbling and gibbering on the stretcher. With a last glance at both Cialo and Tythias, he put all his weight behind the blade and drove it down through the body and the canvas below until it struck the ground below. He stared down at the corpse and watched the last life ebb with a few twitches.
“Cialo… you’re a man in the most peculiar position. I wonder how far you are willing to go for the cause of peace and the Emperor?”
The sergeant straightened. “I’m the Emperor’s man now and I’ll do everything I can. There’s no nobler cause than to strive to repair the imperial peace.”
Kiva smiled. “I’m glad you see it that way, as I’ve a rather unpleasant job I need doing and there’s no one else I can think of that can do it.”
Cialo slumped slightly. “You want me to spy on my former commander?”
“Actually, no.” Kiva smiled and placed a hand on Cialo’s shoulder. “I don’t want you to do anything that brings you into direct conflict with Sabian. However this all goes, he’s a man of honour and I think he’ll come out of this for the best. What I want you to do is to go back and put the first phase of a plan that’s gradually coming together into effect.”
Cialo narrowed his eyes. “Go on, sir.”
“You, I presume, are of the same opinion as the rest of the commanders; that direct conflict between our two forces with do irreparable damage to the Empire. The only way out is a peaceful solution?”
The sergeant nodded. “Commander Sabian, I know, is of the same opinion, but as long as Velutio is the man at the top, there’ll be no peaceful solution.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” replied the general. “But I need a number of things to fall into place for it to work, and I’m still very vague about how it’s going to happen yet. I know that the first step has to be yours. Will you do it?”
“Of course I will, sir,” replied Cialo, coming further to attention.
“Very well,” Kiva breathed out heavily. “What I need you to do is this: get back into your other uniforms and head back to Velutio’s army. You can take the reply to his offer, which is that the Emperor Darius will not share his throne with a treacherous murderer and that the commanders of his army will not submit to his judgement. Feel free to tell him anything you want about the army here; our numbers, makeup of forces, location and so on. He will think it strange if you don’t give him plenty of information. Then you can settle back into your place in the army temporarily.”
Cialo cocked his head to one side. “And then?”
Kiva smiled. “And then I need you to make your way around the other lords. I need you to identify all the lords in the army. I need to know which ones are staunch Velutio, which ones are borderline rebellious. I need to know which ones are strong and which weak. I particularly need to know which ones are the sort that might consider backing out of the conflict if there was any way to do it without retribution. All in all, I need to know everything you can find out about every lord in the army.”
Cialo frowned. “I can do most of that for you now. And here.”
“Yes,” continued the general, “but that’s only the start. Once you find that out I need you to send a messenger you trust to me with the details. Then you and your loyal men need to befriend the smaller lords who would rather go home in peace than fight and you need to start to drive a wedge between them and Velutio. Basically, anyone who’s worthwhile you can work on and I’ll probably persuade to walk away when my plan comes to fruition. Don’t worry about the larger lords that are closer to the borderline. I’ll take care of them once I know who they are.”
He put his arm around Cialo’s shoulders. “I don’t want you to have to bring harm to a single person. I just need information and a little persuasion. And when we finally meet as armies, face to face, I’ll make sure you’re brought into our lines under protection unless you can get to us beforehand. Rest assured, Cialo, that there are a lot of people who have the greatest respect for you, on both sides I believe, including your Emperor. We
Cialo nodded, a little unhappily. “I was rather looking forward to being on the good side and all above board, where my mother, Gods bless her, would have been proud of me.”
Tythias smiled. “If the general has a plan and it hinges on you, then we’ll all be proud of you, sergeant. I’ll have uniforms made up for you while you’re gone.” He glanced at Kiva and the general nodded. “Captain, I think.” Men of substance are few and far between.”
Still frowning, Cialo saluted with exaggerated motions and turned toward the barracks. He started to jog as he moved to wake his men.
“Can we trust him?” Tythias asked.
Kiva shrugged. “I think so. If not, then he’s not gone back with any information that Velutio won’t know soon enough. If he falls foul of Velutio there’s little he can tell them that’ll wreck our plans. I’m still not sure of the way it’s going to pan out yet. The Gods stopped talking to me decades ago, but I’m hoping to hell they start again soon. I need a little divine help, I think.”
Darius stood on the balcony of his villa with Athas by his side, gazing past the main gate and down the valley. The night was clear with a sprinkle of stars in the sky but a chill settling in. Summer was clearly over and autumn getting into its stride. The valley was a vague impression of shapes and shadows by moonlight. Within the gate on this side, the first group of wagons, along with a wheeled bolt-thrower and an engineer’s cart stood ready to move at dawn. He sighed.
“Do you think it’s all going to work?”
Athas smiled next to him. “Kiva thinks the Gods abandoned him. He abandoned them. They’ve kept an eye on him for decades and they’ve not stopped yet. He’s got luck and ingenuity and that’s what you need, highness. Luck and ingenuity.”
Darius smiled wanly. “I hope you’re right.”
Sathina lay in the comforting fold of Tythias’ good arm as he stared down at her. The scarred prefect was the archetypical mercenary that looked dishevelled and battered and rough, but had quickly proved to be the most gentle and caring man she’d ever met. She lay for a while wondering if he would marry her. It surprised her that he hadn’t already and she’d worried over it for a long time until she pieced it together. Tythias wouldn’t marry her before he went to war. To marry her now and leave her a widow in a month… She bit her lip. That thought was creeping in all too often now. Tythias didn’t seem to have the best of luck in fights. Oh he’d survived plenty of years and plenty of battles, but his wounds were starting to become severe. If this all went well, he’d have to quit the army if he married her. If it didn’t go well, then there was no issue to worry about.
