The Fireseed Wars

TWENTY-THREE

Sirna waited nervously outside Prince Phidestros' private audience chamber for Aranth Sain, known here as Ranthos, to leave. For not the first time, she wished that she didn't have an aversion to tobacco. That pipe smoking ritual that everyone had on Aryan-Transpacific was great for passing time or giving dramatic pauses. At the moment, she could use something to help pass the time.

Sirna was still pacing back and forth when Aranth, wearing a lead-streaked back-and-breast, exited the chamber. If she hadn't known that it was Aranth, she might not have recognized him with his head bald. "Hello, friend."

His head turned and the moment he saw her, his face turned as white as one of the Investigator's robes. "Sirna! Danar Sirna? Is that really you?"

"Yes, it is. Although a little worse for wear after being left behind by a certain 'friend' at the Foundry to be manhandled by Roxthar's thugs." By the end, her voice was approaching a scream.

"By Xappha's Mandibles, it is you. You're alive! Come here," he said, reverting to First Level speech so that they couldn't be understood if overheard, "let us find a more private meeting room. I'm very sorry that I didn't look for you, but I thought everyone was already dead or trapped when the upper floor collapsed. Damn glad you made it, by Galzar!"

"Yes, it's me, Aranth, or should I be calling you Ranthos?"

"Ranthos in public, in private whatever you want."

Sirna muttered a string of curses calling forth all the demons of Second Level, Khiftan Sector, as she led him to a wing of the palace that was still under renovation. It was deserted so she lit a taper for illumination. Running out of breath, she ended with, "Yes, I survived with no help from you or the rest of the Team."

"I'm so relieved. How is the rest of the Hostigos Kalvan Study Team?"

"All dead as far as I know. There was no time for anyone to evacuate."

"The Red Hand of Styphon was at the door," Aranth said sheepishly. "After the floor gave way, I just snuck out a back window before I was picked up for Investigation. I heard a woman scream and some shots. I thought everyone was dead or captured."

"That was Lala… she tried to reason with the Styphoni. They reasoned her into the next incarnation. One or two of the Team were taken prisoner-I'm certain they perished." She shuddered. "What are you doing here and why haven't you joined up with the Harphax Kalvan Study Team?"

"First, I work for your boss, Phidestros. Secondly, it wasn't that easy getting out of Hostigos, not with the Investigation under way. Besides, I like Aryan-Transpacific and decided to take an outtime sabbatical. I knew Dralm-damned well that if I reported in I'd be slammed onto the first conveyer going back to Home Time Line."

"For dereliction of duty, perhaps," she said snidely, knowing it was beneath her. But, Dralm-damnit, he was my friend and he left me to die.

"Don't go all Paratime Police on me, Sirna. I don't see you reporting to the Harphaxi Depot."

She felt her face burn. "I didn't have an opportunity to report in."

"Look, I said I was sorry. If you're some sort of prisoner here, I'll even help you escape. Will that be penance enough for my speedy exit?" He looked as contrite as a little boy; or as much like one as a soldier, with a walrus mustache and a body built like it was made out of barrel staves, could approximate.

She laughed. "You always did know how to press my buttons. And, no, I'm not a prisoner here. Nor do I want to go back to First Level any more than you do. As the only undergraduate, I was always the odd person out on the Hostigos Kalvan Study Team. If I go back to Dhergabar University now, they'll never let me go outtime again."

Aranth nodded. "If you survive the debriefing, you mean. Even if they don't blame you for the disaster our teammates made, you'll be under suspicion for the rest of your tenure at the University. You'll always be known as the 'Girl Who Bugged Out.'"

"I didn't bug out! I was knocked out, then tossed onto a cart by some greedy peasant who sold me to the first brothel he could find!"

Aranth couldn't help but grin. "So you decided to add a new minor to your outtime curriculum?"

"Stop that! The bawdy house he dropped me off at was the Gull's Nest, which just happened to be Captain-General Phidestros' command post. Phidestros saw that I was useful as a healer and I've been under his, and the Iron Band's, protection ever since."

"I'll bet," Aranth added, with a grin.

"He even saved me from Roxthar!" She went on to explain how Phidestros had refused to allow the Investigator to remove her from the Gull's Nest.

"You've got Lytris' Own Luck, Sirna darling. I heard the story about how the Captain-General had rescued some trollop from the Holy Investigator. I didn't see you in the starring role! Not many men have the bullets to beard the Investigator on full rant, or have lived to tell about it. Dralm help you, if Roxthar ever gets his talons into you."

Sirna shuddered, nodding her head. "I know. I have nightmares about him and his beady eyes! They say he's killed thousands of Hostigi."

"Make it tens of thousands! I know, I was there in the field, trying to avoid being caught. I've fought in a dozen wars, and more battles than I like to think about, and no man has scared me as much as that demon in human form."

"So how did you escape, Aranth?"

"I hid out in a deserted farmhouse I'd found during one of my reconnaissance trips while working security for the Foundry. It was mostly in ruins, but I was able to make a lean-to. The area was heavily forested and flush with local wildlife, so I didn't go hungry. I used my needler, as I didn't want to call attention to my hiding place. I did get tired of groundhog and squirrel meat.

"To be frank, I was sick of the Kalvan Study Team prima donnas; I'd been wanting to get out on my own for some time before the attack. After the Red Hand sacked the Foundry, I saw an opportunity to do real research.

I was lucky, too. After about a ten-day of hiding out, I managed to link up with some Hostigi deserters and wounded soldiers who'd been left behind after the evacuation of Hostigos Town. The next ten-day or so it was touch and go. However, on the third ten-day, we managed to ambush a patrol of Red Hand, kill them and take their uniforms. We did pretty well after that. We even had a couple of men dressed in white robes as phony Investigators for coloration. For a good while, we preyed off the Investigators who were combing the countryside for peasants and farmers. But it was a limited engagement with an unpleasant conclusion up ahead, so I visited your boss and made him an offer."

"What did you have that would interest Phidestros?" Sirna asked.

"Hostigi who were willing to join Hadron's Own Ranks to avoid the Investigation. Plus, I offered to help secure Greater Beshta while he was off fighting Kalvan and keep the Investigation out of his lands. I really never expected to see Phidestros again, at least, not this soon. You do know that Lysandros just loathes him."

"I'd guessed as much. He's come too far too fast, for Lysandros' liking, and there are rumors that his father is an important Zygrosi noble."

"Better than that," Aranth said with a sly smile. "Phidestros is the by-blow of Grand Duke Eudocles, the brother of Sopharar, Great King of Hos-Zygros."

"Wow! Does Great King Lysandros know this?"

"I doubt it. I don't think he would have sent Phidestros back to Hos-Harphax alive, if he'd known."

"How did you find out, Aranth?"

"One of the Zygrosi Kalvan Study Team members noticed the resemblance and did some DNA testing. The test was conclusive; Phidestros is the Grand Duke's son."

"Is Phidestros in any danger?" she asked.

"From the tone of your voice, I'd say you were more than merely concerned."

She colored again. "He's a good man. Don't try and make anything out of it."

"Have you slept with him yet? Oh, you have-I can tell by your face!"

"It just happened. I'm an adult; I don't have to explain anything to you," Sirna snapped.

Aranth leaned closer, with a concerned look. "I don't want to rain on your parade, as Kalvan might say, but it doesn't pay to fall in love with an outtimer-"

"Love! Who says I'm in love? And, if I ever was, I'm sure not now."

"What do you mean?"

"The Prince's new fiancee, Princess Arminta, just arrived from Argros."

"Prince Soligon's daughter? I'm sorry to hear that, Sirna. A political marriage, no doubt. I'm sure the Great King's offered her hand to Phidestros to bind his loyalty to the Iron Throne. I've seen her photo; she's not nearly as attractive as you are-rather plain looking, horse-faced, in fact-but she's smart; she'll make a good consort for the Prince. Probably bear him lots of strong sons, as well."

"Thanks."

"I'm sorry, I was thinking out loud. But it's truly for the best. First, while Phidestros is a young man, he's in a profession with a short life expectancy. But even beyond that, at best he might live another forty years, and life is hard in the Five Kingdoms. He's going to grow old quick here-a lot quicker than you're prepared for. If you were together, how would you deal with his aging? Do you think he'll adore his young bride when he's seventy years old, with no teeth, withered muscles and drooping skin? No, he'll be jealous. Maybe angry. He'll accuse you of witchcraft or worse, intercourse with demons or devils. I've seen it happen before."

"You're only telling me things I've already told myself. I never intended to get involved."

"Things have worked out for the best, Sirna. I mean it. It's better that you know where you stand now, before you make a lot of plans, than later. Or maybe bear him children."

"That won't happen. I'm using an implant."

"For how long?"

"It's good for five years."

"That will buy you another three years. After then, what?"

She shook her head. "I hadn't thought that far ahead."

"You haven't thought at all, girl. Phidestros is a very ambitious man; he wants much more than this Princedom of Greater Beshta. Even if he doesn't realize it yet. King Lysandros has his suspicions and that's why he wants to bind him to his person. Arminta will give Phidestros the legitimacy he craves. She's well-known among the Harphaxi nobility, and well-regarded, as well. Princess Arminta will be his passageway into the princely houses. Without her, no matter how famous or renowned, he's just another jumped-up mercenary bastard."

Sirna felt tears of anger streak down her cheeks; she closed her eyes so tightly she saw spots. "I don't know what to do now. I feel like such a fool… How could he betray me like this!"

Aranth took her in his big arms. "It's not personal, and in Phidestros' mind he's not betraying you at all. You're his mistress; Arminta will be his wife. He could keep you both in houses and not think twice about it. It's life on Aryan-Transpacific. Enjoy him for now; just don't make any long-term plans. You can learn a lot from Phidestros. And the other people here, too. They're not dumb, just ignorant. That's the mistake most timeliners make; they assume outtimers' ignorance is stupidity. The stories I could tell you about how the worms turned-another Europo-American aphorism- there's no end to the tales…"