A Sword Of Wrath, Book I - K. E. MacLeod (nonfiction book recommendations .TXT) 📗

red-faced baby out of the binds and cradled her against her overflowing bosom.

"She's-she's probably hungry. I don't think she's had anything to eat since... since we left Agatha’s cottage."

"Ah, that's just fine, we'll take care of that, won't we?" she spoke soothingly to the infant, whose wails soon began to fade into whimpers.

Kaeso quickly dressed again and as he did, Sotiria stated, “It was a very kind thing that you have done."

He shook his head, "No, not kind - just the right thing. Will she be safe here among the Hidden Women?"

"As safe as I can make her," Sotiria held up a stack of papers from a table beside her. Kaeso could see the official seals in the corners. "I've already drawn up the papers. She is now the child of a lovely farming couple who recently perished in an unfortunate accident."

He smiled slightly, "Now, that's very brave."

"It isn't the first time I've done this," she winked at him. "All I need now is to put in a name-"

"Alexia," he spoke up quickly. "Her-her name is Alexia." He gave a sheepish smile to the old woman.

"Alright," Sotiria nodded, "'Alexia' it is."

"I guess I should go, now that she's safe." He walked awkwardly over to Sotiria and smiled down at the baby who stared back at him with wide, gray eyes. "Good luck, Alexia."

Sotiria smiled, "She knows you've done right by her."

He looked up at the woman and laughed slightly as he spoke, "Well, then I mean this in the best possible way, but I hope I never set eyes on her again for the rest of my life!"

 

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Chapter Two

Chapter Two

 

"Sire?"

Tiberius sat against the far wall of the grand curia in a large marble-carved seat that overlooked the stately room. Outside, the sounds of a riotous crowd echoed up through the alabaster windows and into the quiet, nearly empty chamber.

"Sire?" Lycania's chief advisor, Lucan, repeated his query a second time to the Emperor but received only a continuing silence as his reply.

The advisor, short balding and overweight with a perpetually guilty-looking pair of eyes that constantly darted around the room, nervously cleared his throat and cast a desperate glance towards Timonus at the Emperor's silence. The Legate, in turn, inhaled sharply but remained hushed in a vain attempt to tamp down the turmoil he felt within himself over their current predicament.

The sound of the crowd outside, made up of the inhabitants of Odalia's poorest area known as the Ala District, suddenly swelled into an overwhelming cacophony of discontentment. The people were demanding answers over the mysterious death of their court representative, Lord Heron, as well as those of his family - for the White Palace had given them none.

Lucan asked for the third time, "Sire? Did you hear what I said?"

Tiberius stared, unblinking, at a spot upon the colorful blue and scarlet mosaic floor before him as he twisted Lady Catherine's ring between his forefinger and thumb. "Yes," he answered, then in an exasperated mocking tone added, "‘the people in Feronia are starving.'" He glanced at Lucan, "And if you say 'sire' one more time, I'll have your tongue pulled out from your head and fed to my pigs."

The advisor, slightly flustered by the Emperor's sentiments, continued, "Eh, uh, yes, well, Your Highness, there has been evidence of a root blight-"

Tiberius shrugged, gesturing to his Legate, "Well, that's very simple then: Timonus, you go to the Eastern Shore, seek out one of the veneficas and take her to Feronia to investigate this 'root blight'. It is my suspicion that we've been poisoned by outside forces-"

"My liege," Timonus face flushed as he struggled to speak rationally despite the panic that was rising up within, "there is unease in the Empire at the moment," his eyes flickered in the direction of the crowd, "I really can't be-"

"Do you think I do not know that?" The Emperor stood abruptly and stalked towards his Second-in-command, "Two weeks Lord Heron's blood has stained my roof, two weeks!" He frowned, adding as an aside, "And I've tried everything to get it off."

Tiberius then wandered over to the windows, deep in thought. He examined the pattern within it and began to trace it with the finger of the hand that still held Lady Catherine's ring. He stopped after awhile, then pressed his ear against the alabaster and listened for a moment, "Do you hear them... out there... chanting my name?" He screwed his face up as he spoke sardonically, "They love me, don't they? Even now they cheer for me." He started to laugh, then stopped as his face fell immediately into a scowl, "I don't understand these fools." He rubbed his temples and squeezed his eyes shut tightly, "My head hurts."

"Eh, yes, well, you have to understand, they saw Lord Heron as a kind and innocent man," Lucan spoke up.

"Innocent?" Tiberius turned from the window and eyed his advisor. "His whore-daughter of a traitor stood right here before me in this very spot," his fist raised as it closed around her ring, "with a bastard half-Bestial growing in her belly! In my court!" He seethed, "How is he innocent? He spawned nothing but traitors and law-breakers. Traitors, might I remind you, my good Lucan, who claimed to be from Thera - a land that doesn't even exist!" Tiberius eyes glowed with an eerie light.

Lucan spoke carefully, his fingers forming a steeple as he did, "Sire, I mean, Your Highness, my apologies, but whether they are right or whether they are wrong, they are angry. And, in the last weeks, we have become very nearly prisoners here in the White Palace because of that anger. Most of your other advisors and members of court have all returned to their homelands, afraid of the... atmosphere... that has currently settled upon Odalia's streets. Even as we speak, the Legate's legionaries have been putting down riots in the Ala District-"

"They are worthless." Tiberius glanced at Timonus as he paced with his hands behind his back, "I wish you'd massacre the whole lot of them. I should've never given him charge over a district in Odalia, the lying scum."

Lucan gently chided, "Yes, well, but they do out number us by quite a bit-"

"It matters not - a simple flick of the wrist and they will love me again."

"How, may I ask?" Lucan put forth.

Tiberius smile was unsettling, "We hold a gladiatorial munus."

The long-suffering Timonus could no longer hide his agitation, "A munus, Your Majesty? Celebrating what, precisely?"

His face lit up in eagerness, "Why, Lord Heron, of course!"

The other two men in the room fell into an apprehensive silence as the Emperor continued, gesturing wildly with his hands as he spoke, "We remove the heads from Lord Heron's dead traitor family and set them all on pikes, which we'll then put around the circuit of the Amphitheater."

"To what purpose?" Lucan asked, confused.

"To remind everyone in the Ala District what happens to traitors should they wish to continue in their treacherous ways."

"I doubt very much that will cause them to love you, Your Highness."

"Yes, well, forget about love, then!" he snapped. "Besides," he then began to grin slowly, "who wants love when you can have fear?" The light in the Emperor's eyes grew stranger.

"Sire," Timonus ignored the voice in his head telling him to stop speaking, "this is madness."

"Oh no, not madness, my dear Legate - just self-preservation. For too long those Bestial pests in the Ala District have leached from Lycania. And, it's true, Lucan, they do outnumber us because they continuously breed and multiply like animals but we have the power and the ammunition to suppress even the most violent uprising."

Timonus stepped forward, shocked by the monarch's words, "Sire, you would murder your own people?"

"Those... things... out there are not my 'own people.' Their deaths will not affect the Empire one way or another."

Timonus grew bolder with his anger, "I will not be a part of any massacre that-"

"You will do as I command or you will die with them." Tiberius stalked closer to the Legate, "Or is that what you wish? To leave your wife a widow and your sons fatherless?"

Timonus eyes fell to the ground, defeated before he'd even begun to fight, "No, sire, no it is not."

"Good, then. Whatever may happen in the next while, you will do as I command and take the venefica with you to Feronia. Meanwhile, Lucan, you get with that worthless Vandal at the Amphitheater and arrange the grandest munus of all time! Food, wine, song - I want it to flow for everyone! We will honor the great Lord Heron and, by the end of the day, they will either praise my name or be too afraid to speak it!" He sat back down upon the great chair and began to roll the ring between his fingers again as an otherworldly smile spread across his face.

Timonus nodded, adding, "Thank you, my liege," before leaving the curia. His panic unabated, his thoughts became a race against his feet as he quickly walked the path back to his quarters.

His servant, Jason, met him at the door to his room. The adolescent's eyes were fearful as he asked, "How goes the Empire?"

The Legate forced a smile, not wanting to further alarm the boy, "It goes as it always has. This moment will pass and all will be well. For now, bring me some vellum and pen and ink. I wish to write to my wife."

Jason disappeared as Timonus sat himself down at the small writing desk before the fireplace that heated the cramped quarters. He had never felt so much unease in his life, not even on the battlefield, and he was very unsure of what the future held as the tension rose in the Ala District. The only thing that he was sure of was that he wanted his family protected from whatever was brewing over the coming weeks.

Within a few moments, Jason had returned with the aforementioned writing supplies and handed them to his master. Timonus informed the young man that he wanted him to pack quickly as he had an important duty for him to fulfill. Jason, sensing what was going to be asked of him, heaved a gargantuan sigh of relief as he left the room.

Timonus gathered his thoughts, then dipped the copper nib of his pen into the dark ink and began to write upon the yellowed vellum in his elegant script, "My love, my life - I know not what the current tide of unrest will bring upon Lycania and our family. The Emperor has requested that I ride to Feronia to inspect the root blight that seems to have destroyed a great many of their crops. I know not how long my task will keep me away from hearth and home and, as I will not be around to protect you and the boys, I have asked Jason to escort you three to our homeland of Caninia. Remain there until you see me again but in case you do not and these are my final words, know that I love you, and our children, with all of my heart. Please raise our sons to be strong fighters for Lycania, for I love her and the Mother Wolf almost as much as you.