lowliest infantrymen will question your fortitude now.”
Glendar wanted so badly to charge across the pavilion and bury his sword in the wizard’s back. He wanted it more than he had wanted his father to hurry and die after Pael had poisoned him. He couldn’t bring himself to do it though. Partly because he needed the wizard: Pael had guided him from childhood, like his father should have. Pael had helped him take the throne, and Pael could crush him like a fly if he chose to. And partly because Glendar was afraid – afraid that his blade would find nothing but thin air when he struck, or that if it did sink into flesh, Pael would only laugh at him and pull it free. He was also afraid that he might actually kill the only person in the kingdom that he could depend on, or that the wizard might go away and never return.
“I thought that you…” Glendar started, but was abruptly cut off.
“You THOUGHT Glendar, that is your problem!” Pael turned to face him, his voice brimming with anger. “Someday, boy, you will be in control, and when that time comes, you will make the rules. For now, I am making them. Do not think or wonder why I tell you to do something. JUST DO IT!”
From his knees, Glendar flinched, as if a bolt of lightning might fly from the wizard’s hand. Pael sighed, then strode over and extended his hand to help Glendar to his feet. Reluctantly, Glendar took the hand and allowed Pael to pull him up.
“Have I ever lied to you son?” Pael asked, in a softer voice. “Didn’t I hand you the Westland throne on a silver platter? The whole of the eastern kingdoms will be yours as well, if you’ll just do as I say.”
Glendar still raged defiantly in the back of his mind, but he lowered his head like a scolded schoolboy.
“I will try to listen better, Pael,” he said, with a heavy exhale of breath.
“Good!” Pael clapped his hands together, and began pacing back and forth across the tent. “The rest of Lord Ellrich’s Marsh Guards, from Settsted Stronghold should be here within the hour. Have a handful of them move this pavilion into Castlemont City and erect it directly in front of King Jarrek’s palace.”
Pael looked at Glendar for a moment, and then added, “Be sure that it is out of the wall-top archers’ range.”
Pael turned, and came gliding back across the half-rolled carpet towards the king. His finger went to his smooth chin and his other hand found his elbow. Glendar could see a greenish-blue vein pulsing under the taut skin of Pael’s chalky white forehead.
“As soon as this turns into a siege, which it surely will, I want you to send Lord Brach, and all the men that can be spared, up into the Wilder Mountains.”
King Glendar started to protest, but Pael raised a hand to stop him.
“Trust me, Glendar. Lord Brach is to find, and secure, a route through the mountains that will allow us to gain a favorable position on the Valleyan city of Dreen.”
“Our plan was to march south and take as much of Dakahn as we can before winter sets in!” Glendar blurted out.
He and Lord Brach had spent weeks planning. Now Pael was throwing those plans to the dogs and he couldn’t hold his tongue.
“King Broadrick and Queen Rachel have joined forces,” Pael explained. “They are gathering up to march east against Highwander. King Broderick has taken it upon himself to punish Queen Willa the Witch for starting that mess at Summer’s Day. They will be beaten back badly by Willa’s treacherous Blacksword Warriors.
“If we can get the bulk of our troops through the mountains before winter sets in, then we can take the kingdom seat of Valleya, while King Broderick and his army are still battling in Highwander. By then, Queen Rachel’s forces, and possibly even the Blacksword Warriors of Highwander, will be weakened enough for us to overrun them all.”
Pael moved closer to Glendar, stopped his pacing, and looked the young king directly in the eyes.
“I assure you that King Jarrek, the old Redwolf himself, will either bow to you, or he will die when I bring his mighty fortress to the ground. Either way, you will soon assume command of what’s left of the Redwolf army, thus doubling the size of our force.”
“How will you bring down Castlemont?” Glendar asked doubtfully. “It’s as big as the mountain it’s built into.”
“I will make that palace crumble!”
The force of Pael’s words left no doubt in Glendar’s mind that he could and would do it.
No army that Glendar knew of had ever taken the mountain castle, and he’d recently studied its history fairly well. It was built to survive a dozen years of siege. The original structure, the heart of Castlemont, was connected to massive mine chambers cut into the mountainside. Those chambers were filled with stores upon stores, and a surplus of defensive weapons built for just such an event.
It was rumored that the dwarves, before they had disappeared into the earth, had made several secret ways in and out of the castle. Even if the massive amount of reserves were depleted, they could be restocked through the hidden passages.
Glendar knew that Pael would not be the first wizard to try and break Castlemont. Pael was a determined, and a powerful Master Mage, but there were other wizards in the realm just as capable, and some of them served King Jarrek and Wildermont. It was, after all, the richest kingdom in the realm. Still, it was impossible for Glendar to doubt Pael. The egg-headed wizard, as cocky and controlling as he was, had always kept his word. Always.
“As soon as I tell you to,” Pael continued, resuming his back and forth pace across the pavilion, “you will personally travel south to Dakahn and give King Ra’Gren a wagon train full of the Wildermont Wolf’s gold in exchange for as many ships as we can fill with our reserve men. While Lord Brach and his group are occupying the capital city of Valleya, you and the others will sail to Seaward City and surprise Queen Rachel while her troops are still aiding King Broderick. No one would expect you to sail out of Dakahn, so you’ll take her off guard. After that, it’s just a matter of bringing yours and Lord Brach’s forces back together again in Highwander to take Xwarda from the Witch Queen.”
Then I will assume complete control of the fantastical power contained in all of that Wardstone she guards so dearly. Pael continued in his mind. With that much power and you, KING Glendar, dancing at my fingertips, I’ll be able to conquer the giant lands, the elven forests, and then the rest of the world as well!
Pael’s plan was so perfect, that it left Glendar speechless. With Dakahn as their allies, they wouldn’t have to expend men to commandeer ships or to sail them. Nor would they have to wait for Westland’s own ships to make the long journey, from Portsmouth and Southport, down around the islands and the marshes. Even if Queen Rachel managed to aid her cousin by sending troops to help defend the Valleyan Capital from Lord Brach’s army, she would only be depleting her own forces in Seaward City. When Glendar and his troops landed at her doorstep, she would have no choice but to bow down to him. The bulk of her army would be scattered about Highwander and Valleya. Pael’s plan made the fall of the eastern kingdoms seem inevitable. It would be nothing less than a rout.
Glendar’s silence snapped Pael out of his glorious reverie. He wasn’t one to get caught up in daydreams. What was it that King Balton had used to say so often? Oh yes, “Think, then act.” They were wise words, from a goodhearted king, a king Pael had despised and disposed of.
He looked at Glendar, and the boy’s stupid expression put him back on track.
“Of course, my King, this glorious battle plan was your own idea. You will be remembered as one of the greatest strategists and commanders of all time.”
Pael bowed mockingly, and then snapped back up screaming his next words. “NOW DO AS I SAY!”
The wizard’s breath shot forth, like a blast of wind, hitting Glendar full in the face. It felt like an arctic gale, icy and cold. Glendar had to lean forward to keep from being bowled over backwards by the force of it. His hand instinctually went to shield his face, but by the time it was in place, the demonstration was over and he was stumbling forward to catch his balance.
“The men from Settsted are arriving,” Pael continued as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened; as if he were on the outside of the pavilion and could see the men with his own two eyes; as if King Glendar wasn’t wiping ice crystals from his eyelashes.
“I suggest that you claim a few of them to attend to your command pavilion. The rest of the Southern Muster should arrive on the morrow. Have them round up every single Wildermont man, woman and child that can’t wield a weapon or pull a cart. When the siege begins, have a detachment of soldiers march them down through Low Crossing and on to O’Dakahn. Send a scroll presenting them to King Ra’Gren as a gift. He and his
