The Fireseed Wars

"It'll get better, Your Majesty, once your new subjects get to know you."

"Please… Sirna, I doubt that. You know better. And, in private, please don't address me as Your Majesty; it makes me think of my Mother." The Queen made a sour face.

"Fine, Lavena. But things will get better when Lysandros returns."

"You don't believe that, nor do I. Lysandros is despised and hated almost as much as I am." The Queen looked as if she were about to burst into tears.

Sirna was nonplussed; there was no arguing the truth of that point. "Well, maybe there are some things you can do to improve your standing among your new subjects."

"To Styphon with them all! When my husband returns with Kalvan's head on a plate and Rylla in chains, his public esteem will rise. Already, they're beginning to see that Lysandros is a great military leader. Maybe neither of us will be loved, as Kalvan and Rylla are, but we will be feared and obeyed!"

Sirna was beginning to feel she was at a tennis match the way Lavena's moods were bouncing back and forth. Was Ms what it was like to be pregnant? Praise Dralm, that I live in an enlightened and advanced society where, for the most part, live births are done by mechanical wombs and hormone therapy is used to balance out the ensuing emotional reactions. "It just takes time for people to adjust, that's all."

"I know, I know, Sirna. I've just never been very patient. My father always spoiled me; he bought me everything I ever wanted. Well, almost everything. I wanted to be Princess of Hostigos and he couldn't beg, buy or steal that for me until it was worthless. However, he did introduce me to my husband; until then, not even I ever dreamed of becoming Great Queen of Hos-Harphax!"

Sirna pointed to the obvious bulge at Lavena's waist, saying, "And soon you will have a baby and heir to the Throne to care for. That should help."

Lavena looked disgusted. "I'm no brood mare. I'll have a wet nurse and some maids watch over it day and night. I have too many important affairs to attend, to allow myself to go ga-ga over a baby. I can't wait to get my figure back. I'd be worried, but you saw how well Rylla looked a couple of moons after Demia was born."

Sirna nodded her agreement, wishing the Queen would get to the point of why she had ordered her appearance. "Was there any reason for my attendance this morning?"

Lavena drew back. "Does there have to be a reason for friends to see each other?"

"No, of course not. I just know how busy you are these days and thought maybe there was something you needed from me."

"No, just your company. And, I heard a rumor that you were preparing to depart Harphax City."

Sirna cursed under her breath while maintaining a straight face. She'd been traveling around the city looking for a posted message, usually masquerading as a decorative design, which announced the location of the Harphaxi branch of the Kalvan Study Team for any displaced Home Timeliners. She'd found the sign at the House of Olthos, a small trading firm. One of the Queen's spies must have been following her.

So far Sirna hadn't announced her presence to the Study Team because once she did it would be an irrevocable step, one that would probably result in her being sent back to Home Time Line. However, she was beginning to feel as though her time here was wasted and was thinking about returning to the University and taking whatever punishment they handed out.

"I've missed my family, Lavena. So, now that it's spring, I was thinking of returning to Greffa City."

"Now is not the time to travel to Grefftscharr, Sirna."The Great Queen lowered her voice. "I just received a dispatch from my husband. He informs me that the Grand Host has not only made a treaty with your King, but that King Theovacar is going to aid him in their attack on Thagnor City. Lysandros also says that the Usurper's barbarian outriders are attacking everything arriving from the Great Kingdoms."

Lavena's eyes grew wide. "You know, the Trygathi barbarians don't discriminate between civilians and soldiers! They use female captives terribly."

Sirna pulled back in shock. Does Chief Verkan Vail know all this? Probably, since a dispatch from King Lysandros would take five or six ten-days to arrive from Nythros. Still, it botches my plans to "return" to Greffa.

"So you can't leave for Greffa now."

Sirna nodded in agreement.

Isn't that wonderful," Lavena gushed, unaware of Sirna's distress. "Now we're allies, too!"

"Yes… yes… I'm still in shock."

"I know what I can do. Now, I'll be able to make you the unofficial Greffan ambassador. Then I can give you a title and a generous stipend. You won't be able to live long on that stingy purse Phidestros used to buy off his conscience."

Phidestros, before she left Besh Town, had given her five hundred gold crowns and a thousand of silver for services rendered in Hostigos Town as the Iron Band's healer. For what little she'd accomplished, in her mind, he'd been very generous. Especially, by local custom.