A Magic of Dawn

Brie ca’Ostheim

It took two days to catch up with the supply train of the army, and another half-day to move through seemingly endless triple lines of infantry toward the command battalion. The soldiers cheered as her carriage approached with the insignia of the Hirzg on its side. They moved off the road to allow the carriage to pass, and she waved to them. She also saw riders being sent ahead of her farther up the line, galloping through the fields and meadows alongside the road, and she knew that word of her arrival would be going to the offiziers, and from them to Jan. Brie expected Jan to be among those to greet her when she finally came within sight of the banner of the Hirzg and the starkkapitan, but it was instead Armond cu’Weller, a chevaritt and a’offizier, who strode up to the carriage as the driver pulled the reins. Brie pushed open the door of the carriage and descended the steps before either the Garde Brezno riders with her or cu’Weller could move to help her.

“Hirzgin,” he said, saluting her. His face was worried and anxious, and he glanced from her to the trio of mounted Garde Brezno gardai with her. Around them, the army had come to a sluggish halt. “Is there a problem? Was your train attacked? The children…?”

“The children are fine, and should be in Brezno by now,” she answered. “I returned to be with my husband, that’s all, and to stand with him when he meets the Kraljica. If you would tell him that I’ve come, I’d appreciate it. I thought he’d be here…”

Cu’Weller looked away a moment, his lips pressing together. “I regret, Hirzgin, to have to tell you that the Hirzg, Starkkapitan ca’Damont, and several of the chevarittai had ridden ahead of the army. They are likely in Nessantico already.”

“Oh.” The vision of Jan standing in flame came back to her, and the mysterious woman with him… She bit at her lower lip, and that gave cu’Weller the chance to hurry in. He opened the door of the carriage for her, as if expecting her to immediately return inside.

“I’m sorry, Hirzgin.” He glanced again at the mounted gardai with him. “I’ll assign a squad of additional troops to accompany you back to Stag Fall, and give you new horses and driver. The cook can put together provisions for the road…”

“I won’t be leaving,” she told him, and surprise lifted his eyebrows.

“Hirzgin, this isn’t a place for you. An army on the march…”

“My husband isn’t here. That means that I am the authority of the throne of Firenzcia, does it not, A’Offizier?”

Cu’Keller looked as if he wanted to protest, but shook his head slightly. “Yes, Hirzgin, I suppose so but…”

“Then my commands supersede yours, and I will continue on with you to Nessantico,” she told him, “until such a time as the Starkkapitan and my husband return. Do you have an issue with that, A’Offizier?”

“No, Hirzgin. No issue.” The words were an acceptance, but the look on his face belied them.

She didn’t care. Something told her that she needed to be with Jan, and she would. “Good,” she told him. She opened the door of the carriage, one foot on the step. “Then let us not keep the army waiting,” she told him. “We’ve a long march ahead.”