The Fireseed Wars

Geblon smiled. "She had her sights set on more than your hide, you old dog. I don't know how you do it!"

"It can be a curse, as my wife likes to remind me."

They all laughed. Kyblannos' wife was as nice a woman as there was in the Five Kingdoms until her jealousy boiled over.

Geblon nodded, as he passed out golden goblets of winter wine. "It was decent of Phrames to leave all his silver serving plates and golden-ware for our pleasure! I do believe he expected to return. Here's a toast to the man who sent Phrames into exile, where he won't be drinking out of anything as fine as these goblets. To the finest Prince and greatest Captain in all the Five Kingdoms! To Prince Phidestros!"

"Aye, aye!" Kyblannos answered.

Phidestros quickly downed his drink, trying to cover his embarrassment. "Luckiest and gods favored, maybe. Truly, Kalvan's misfortune was my good luck. The battle was very close and it was only by Galzar's own favor that we won."

"Why the sudden modesty, Prince?" Kyblannos asked. "You've worked hard and come a long way, from the captain of a small mercenary company to Grand Captain-General of the Holy Host. By Galzar, we've all come a long way! Now the Iron Band's celebrated in verse and song throughout the Five Kingdoms-except in Balph, where they give Soton credit for your victories! But that's to be expected; after all, Soton's an Archpriest, and when have you known one of that breed who was content with the contents of just his own purse? Revel in your successes, Prince! You're the only living man who's defeated the 'Daemon Kalvan' and then run him out of town on a nag!"

Phidestros shook his head. "It's all happened too fast. Maybe that's the problem. Sometimes I feel like I'm playing a part in a playhouse, or in the midst of a dream. I haven't had time to digest my new status and title. When I woke up this morning, I didn't even know where I was; I expected to find myself back in a torn old tent on a backwoods trail."

"You'll get used to this life, Your Highness," Kyblannos said. "Trust me, it won't take long. My wife has already spent half my victory bonus trying to live up to my new position. Again, thank you for the dukedom."

"Likewise," Duke Geblon said, emptying his goblet as a salute.

"If you can't reward your friends, what does any of this mean," Phidestros said, opening his arms. "The gods-if they exist at all," he paused to spit into a spittoon, "treat men the same as pigeons! Worse even. You've been there for me and I wouldn't have come so far without my old comrades. Nor do I expect this respite to last very long."

"What do you mean?"

"In the spring, we're under Lysandros' orders to evict King Demistophon's troops from Thaphigos."

"That won't be much of an exercise." Geblon added with a laugh that ended with him spurting blood-red wine all over his blue doublet. "We show up with ten thousand soldiers, he runs!"

"True, I don't expect the Agrysi will put up much of a fight. But King Lysandros wants us to remain in northern Hos-Harphax until the end of summer."

"Why?" Geblon asked.

Kyblannos nodded. "Lysandros didn't say it out loud, but I believe he wants our army to stay in Thaphigos to make sure that Soton's army doesn't happen to wander across the border."

"Is there any truth to his fears?"

Phidestros nodded. "Our Great King doesn't trust Styphon's House. Not that I blame him. I suspect he fears that if Soton wraps up his siege of Agrys City and rolls up the rest of Hos-Agrys before the end of the campaign season, he may be tempted to send his Army of Styphon's Deliverance into Hos-Harphax. After all, what can Lysandros do from the Trygath to stop him?"

Geblon shook his head. "Nothing. But Hos-Harphax is allied with the Grand Master. Soton would not break faith with an ally."

"He might if Styphon's Voice ordered him to," Phidestros replied. "But I doubt it; Soton is a man of his word. However, Lysandros might believe that Soton honors his god above all human endeavors. In which case, the Great King's worries are justified."

"I just hope Kalvan keeps Lysandros busy enough that he forgets all about us," Geblon said. "We have enough work yet to do rebuilding Greater Beshta without haring from one end of Hos-Harphax to the other."

"I fear you may be wrong," Kyblannos added. "Lysandros reminds me of a cook trying to stir every pot in the kitchen at once! He will not be content to let them boil by themselves, even two thousand marches away. However, that far away, his orders will be easier to circumvent."

"It would be too much to hope for, Praise Galzar, that our Great King might catch one of Kalvans bullets!" Geblon said.

"Few tears would be shed in Harphax, that much is certain," Phidestros said, with a wolfish grin. "But let's end this talk before we get too bold and speak with loose tongues in public. Lysandros' agents are everywhere!"