The Fireseed Wars

Kalvan helped her up on her saddle and she grabbed his hand for one last touch. Then she turned away and never looked back until Ulthor Port was lost in the dust cloud of their passing.

II

Phidestros entered Great King Lysandros' private chamber, wishing he had Petty-Captain Lythrax and several more of his Iron Band troopers behind him. He didn't trust Lysandros any farther than his sword hand. There were rumors flying through Hostigos Town about who was, or who was not, going to lead the Grand Host, but no one was telling him anything. He was beginning to feel like a Dralm follower in a Styphon's House Temple. The one thing all the rumors shared in common was that the new commander was not going to be him. Nor did it bode well that the Great King had neglected to invite Phidestros to his hasty wedding to Prince Sthentros' daughter. Of course, there were few invitees, but after all I am a Prince of Hos-Harphax. All the other princes within the Host were invited.

Lysandros was seated at a table covered with parchments and scrolls. He looked up when Phidestros entered, asking, "Would you like a goblet of wine?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Lysandros used the pull cord to summon goblets and a cask of winter wine. After the servant left, the King took a deep drink, almost emptying the golden goblet, then set the cup down and picked up a scroll. "Do you know what this is?" He shook his head "No, of course you don't. It's a decree from the new Styphon's Voice, former Archpriest Anaxthenes."

Phidestros noticed that Lysandros' words were a little slurred, obviously this wasn't his first drink of the afternoon. He'd never seen Lysandros in this condition during daylight. Something's up, he thought. Is it an order to sack me? Or send Lysandros home, or has Styphon's House cut off his gold supply?

"What does Styphon's Voice have to say?" he asked.

"First, that Grand Master Soton will not be returning to the Host. He is going to be leading an army, the Host of Styphon's Deliverance, to Agrys City to punish King Demistophon for not honoring his agreement to say out of Hos-Harphax and Hos-Hostigos. He is marshalling his forces in Balph now."

"I hadn't heard any word of Agrysi forces in Hos-Harphax, Your Majesty."

"The Grand Master asked me to keep it a secret, but King Demistophon has been sending soldiers into Thaphigos to unseat Prince Zylannos. Now, of course, I don't have to keep it under wraps as Soton will not be returning to the Grand Host."

"We will be losing a fine officer," Phidestros said, wondering how it would affect his own position with the Grand Host. On the other hand, it was welcome news; he was tired of Soton perching on his shoulder and questioning his every order.

"Bah! No one can replace Styphon's Fist. Furthermore," Lysandros continued, picking up Anaxthenes' missive, "the scroll further reads: 'The Holy Investigator Roxthar will continue his Investigation of the heretical Hostigi until the Grand Host of Styphon leaves the False Kingdom of Hos-Hostigos upon which time The Holy Investigator will continue with the Grand Host to root out heresy wherever he finds it.'"

Phidestros held back a large sigh of relief. His worst fear had been that the Investigator would continue to purge the Hostigi throughout the former Kingdom of Hos-Hostigos until Roxthar reached his lands in Greater Beshta. At that point, Phidestros would have been forced to bar the Investigation from entry into his Princedom, resulting in an undeclared war upon Styphon's House. Or, were he to continue as co-commander of the Grand Host, find himself in a place where he was unable to help his new subjects.

"It sounds like Styphon's Voice has given Roxthar blanket permission to go wherever Kalvan goes and do as he pleases."

"Exactly! Which means that miserable baby-butcher will accompany the Grand Host all the way into the Trygath, or wherever the cowardly Usurper tries to hide!" Lysandros pounded the table, then paused to refill his goblet. "I'm beginning to regret the day that I entered into an alliance with this den of rattlesnakes who call themselves priests!"

Of course, you didn't mind all the gold and silver they gave you to buy your support, my poor wronged king.

"Then Styphon's Voice goes on to say that the Grand Master will be not be staying in Thaphigos to 'rectify my long-standing difficulties in a Princedom, wracked by war for two centuries due to the weaknesses of earlier monarchs.' He tells me that my problems with bandits from Hos-Agrys will be eliminated once the Dralm-worshipping monarch is deposed and beheaded! Is this any way to treat a Great King, even if he is a swine in human form?"