The Fireseed Wars

In his mental map, Kalvan visualized the route of the Nyklos Trail; from Hostigos Town the Trail would go up Rts. 53/153 to St Mary's. The Trail veered east on 120 and then went up 155 to Port Allegany which here-and-now was Nyklos Town. The Hostigi were traveling a little over twelve miles a day so it would be another nine to ten days before they arrived at Ulthor Port, or Erie, Pennsylvania, as he still thought of it. The Hostigi exodus was following the trail to Ulthor which branched off from the Nyklos Trail at St. Mary's (Leptos Village), ran over to 219, then followed Rt. 6 to Corry and up to Erie on Rt. 19.

As he swung off his horse and bent over to refill his canteen in the gurgling brook, he heard the clop-clop-clopping of an approaching horse. All his aides and bodyguards were waiting for him to finish filling his canteen before they filled theirs. He looked up to see the still bandaged face of Prince Kestophes, a florid man of late middle years. Kestophes was followed by four bodyguards and a standard bearer, holding the banner of Ulthor, a golden eagle on a blue field.

"Your Majesty-" Kestophes started, then paused to catch his breath. His face was dripping sweat and his horse was lathered. It was obvious he'd ridden a good distance and was in some distress.

He finished drinking from his canteen while he waited for the Prince to compose himself.

"Your Majesty, I'd heard rumors that you intended to destroy the lands we passed but I thought they were the usual false gossip and idle chatter." Kestophes paused to fill his lungs and point to the east. "I now see they were truth. Why would you punish your own subjects?" His voice had raised almost to that of a shout.

Out of the corner of his eye, Kalvan saw Vanar Halgoth grasp the hilt of his huge broadsword so hard that his knuckles were white. Kalvan caught Halgoth's eyes and shook his head; the last thing he wanted to be known as was the sort of king who beheaded his vassals for speaking their minds.

Kalvan forced his voice to remain calm. "I am not arbitrarily destroying Our lands. I am denying Our enemies the use of them." From the look of disbelief on Kestophes face, it was obvious that he didn't believe him. Of course, in the Prince's mind, after the war was over and the sacking of towns was finished, ransoms paid and accounts settled, things would go back to "normal". There might be a new overlord here and there, but overall things would continue on as they always had; lords ruled, townspeople traded and peasants and serfs farmed.

Or maybe it was okay with Kestophes as long as they were burning Hostigi, Sashta and Nyklosi towns and farms, but when it was Kestophes' own subjects who were being burned out of home and hearth-then it took on a different twist.

Kestophes, his jaw set, said, "My subjects have made many sacrifices for Your Majesty. We have fought in three great battles and have taken thousands of casualties. We have done enough. There is no need to destroy our homes as well."

"This war is not Our doing, Prince. Styphon's House has set itself upon Our Kingdom like a rabid dog, biting and clawing with no regard to consequences. Now they have defeated Our army; you know, you were there."

"Yes, but why should all of Hos-Hostigos suffer as the Princedom of Hostigos has?"Kestophes demanded.

"Because the Arch-Butcher Roxthar will not stop his Investigation until he has tortured and maimed every man, woman and child in Hos-Hostigos!"

"There's no evidence he will leave Hostigos, Your Majesty," Kestophes said, his voice also growing louder.

Kalvan took a deep breath. "The Investigator will do whatever it takes to kill every Hostigi he can lay his hands on, regardless of whether they live in Nostor, Hostigos or Ulthor."

Prince Sarrask of Sask, with a look of concern on his face, came up from behind Prince Kestophes, reached up and grabbed his hand hard, pulling the Prince off his horse. While Sarrask still had a small load on his porch, the last few years had really built him up and he'd been a strong man to begin with. Sarrask held Kestophes, whose mouth was open in an 0 of shock, upright and whispered something into his ear that turned the Princes face bright red.

Kalvan moved up to make sure the hand that was behind Kestophes held nothing more than his wrist. He was pleased to note that Sarrask's ornate dagger was still sheathed.

"Prince Kestophes, it gives me no pleasure to burn my subjects' fields and homes. However, our foe has left us no choice. It has come down to a war between the False God Styphon and the Twelve True Gods. Blame Styphon's House, if you need to blame anyone."

"Yes, Your Majesty, "Kestophes mumbled, as though he were thoroughly cowed; however, his eyes would not meet Kalvan's.

"You are dismissed."