The Fireseed Wars

TWENTY-FIVE

What I'd like to do," Kalvan said in passable Urgothi, "is promote you to Captain-General of the Army of Thagnor."

"Why me, Your Majesty?" Errock asked, shaking his head. "You have no end of good commanders in the Army of Nos-Hostigos." Kalvan had already taken Errock's oath of fealty to Thagnor and Nos-Hostigos, but he hadn't expected a promotion. After all, he was of Grefftscharrer birth and an outlander, even here in Thagnor. At best, he'd expected the Great King to use him as an informant.

"I was just fighting your army, Sire." Not well, either, Errock thought, although that fault lies more with Prince Varrack than myself. Although in Varrack's defense, not even a better armed and trained army could have stopped King Kalvan's bold plan to storm Thagnor City.

"I need someone to head the Thagnori Army, someone that I can trust. Would it violate your Grefftscharri citizenship to become head of a possible enemy army?"

Errock almost spat on the floor; his mouth tasted of bile. "No, Your Majesty! I'm no favorite of Theovacar's; I left Greffa only days before the Royal Executioner was about to chop off my head! Theovacar's father stole our grandfather's estate, throwing my entire family out on the streets. He needed the land to reward one of his favorites. My grandfather was behind with taxes because he refused to pay 'extortion money,' as he called it, to the King. Grandfather spent his last few years in the palace dungeon. We lost everything and my father became a mercenary captain to feed us. He died in some forgotten town in Helmout, fighting barbarians from the Sea of Grass. As soon as we were old enough to hoist swords, my brother and I became Free Companions.

"When I returned to our old tarr, I killed the Baron who had my family evicted from our family home. King Theovacar branded me an outlaw. I fled Grefftscharr and fought in the Sastragath as a mercenary under one of the Hos-Ktemnoi princes who wanted to expand his holding. There I learned to speak some Zarthani, which helped when I was later hired to fight in one of the Hos-Blethan border wars under Prince Stygros of Drathor. When I tired of the heat and mosquitoes, I hired on as a mercenary captain in Dorg. I served there for almost ten winters before I came to Thagnor at Varrack's request."

"I take this to mean you owe no loyalty to Theovacar?"

"If anything, Your Majesty, King Theovacar is a worse thief and murderer than his father. That's why I came to Thagnor, to command the army of his errant vassal, Prince Varrack."

Kalvan nodded. "So there is nothing to prevent you from being Captain-General of the Nos-Hostigos Army of Thagnor."

"No. It is a great honor, Your Majesty. I know that you have many able captains and generals, enough that you do not need to promote outlanders over your own."

"That is not true, Colonel Tortha is from Xiphlon. Former General Verkan, a Grefftscharrer, was the commander of my Mounted Rifles. I have many able officers, but I do not have enough to lead all my own men, not to mention the Army of Thagnor-and none, whom I trust, who speak Urgothi. We'll do the swearing-in ceremony later, before your assembled officers. I want them all to know that you have my backing and complete support."

Errock felt his back stiffen at these words. The Great King had given him a great obligation, but one that he meant to fulfill even if it meant his own death. He bowed his head.

"You have my oath of service, Your Majesty."

"Good. Now, I've just got a few questions to ask about King Theovacar."

"It's been over ten years since I've been in Greffa City, Your Majesty, but I do get news from my brother and cousins."

"Excellent," Kalvan said, after expelling another small cloud of smoke. "I already know the size of his Navy and Army; I'm just curious as to what you think Theovacar will do now that I've incorporated one of his lesser vassals into Our new kingdom."

Errock pondered for a few moments. "Your Majesty, Theovacar is wily and doesn't always react in obvious ways. However, almost all of his decisions revolve around two things: himself and the greater glory of Grefftscharr. With the improvements you're making to the Thagnor City walls and with most of the Hostigos Army soon to arrive, I do not foresee him taking any immediate military action. For one, it is already too late in the season to dispatch his Navy, most of which is on patrol elsewhere. Secondly, Theovacar knows that your Army is not only larger than his, but far better armed.

"Finally, Thagnor is a tough shell to crack. Theovacar can use his Navy to keep you stitched up and out of the Hassfryth Sea, but on the other hand you can blockade him from the Sea of Aesklos. This is the dilemma that Prince Varrack, and his forefathers, have relied upon to keep Grefftscharr's fleets at bay. Few of the other states, such as Vulthar, Zykthos or Ragyath, will support Theovacar for fear that it will only increase his power, which will be to their detriment the moment your armies are defeated. So, for this year, he will be unable to do anything."

"An astute analysis, Errock. How long do you think it will be before Theovacar is in a position to launch an attack upon Nos-Hostigos?"

"That's a difficult question, Your Majesty. Without any new allies, it will take Theovacar three or four winters to build up an army strong enough to challenge your Army of Hostigos. In that amount of time, many things can change. You have other enemies, the Grand Host of Styphon. He may decide to wait and see if they conquer you without his having to raise a sword. Of course, if the Styphoni defeat your army, then he'll have another enemy to worry over. I suspect he'll wait to see who wins, all the while building up his army and navy. It would be just like him to let the two of you whittle your forces down to nothing, then come in and conquer the survivor."

"Then, I guess, the big question is: Will King Theovacar ally himself with Styphon's House?"

"Under normal circumstances, Your Majesty, I would say no. There is no love for the false priests of Styphon in Grefftscharr. However, these are hardly typical times and Theovacar does not always see things the way his opponents, or supporters, do."