The Fireseed Wars

"Truly, the gods have abandoned these lands," Grand Commander Aristocles replied. "I have seen these tactics before, after the Battle of Tenabra. Prince Ptosphes burned all the fields, villages and towns in his army's wake. It didn't stop us, but it certainly slowed us down."

Lysandros nodded. So far, the only Nyklosi he'd seen were a few hermits and animal-worried skeletons along the side of the Nyklos Trail. All I want is to find Kalvan and bring him to battle. Why does it have to be so Dralm-blasted difficult?

Roxthar, who had wanted to stay in Hostigos to finish his Investigation, complained constantly about the absence of heretics. He'II be as worthless as dugs on a boar when we reach the Upper Middle Kingdoms where nobody believes in Styphon, much less Allfather Dralm! He had tried to talk his co-leader Aristocles into leaving the Investigator behind, but the Grand Commander had his orders from Grand Master Soton, who wanted Roxthar as far away from Balph and Hos Agrys as he could get him.

The campaign season was growing late; it was almost fall. Soon the rains would make the roads impossible to travel. How am I to feed my men come winter, he wondered, if every place we go we find nothing but wastelands?

Captain-General Demnos rode up with two scouts. Demnos was a broad man with a flat face and a full, well-trimmed beard. He had a scar that ran from his hairline, through his forehead, down across his left eyebrow and through his cheek to just above his thick brown mustache. His features were otherwise regular and it was rumored that the scar brought him lots of feminine attention. Demnos was the former head of King Kaiphranos Royal Bodyguard and Lysandros had appointed him head of his own guard after his brother's death. He was one of the few men that Lysandros trusted. After Captain-General Anaphon's death at Librox Ford, he had made Demnos commander of the Harphaxi Royal Army; at present, he was in command of the forward van and responsible for scouting.

General Tythos was his second in command and had expected to replace Captain-General Anaphon after his death. He had only ceased complaining about that "injustice" when Lysandros had threatened to break him down to captain.

Demnos, who was covered in pale dust, rode up and stopped to beat the dust from his clothes before he approached his overlord. "Your Majesty, a small party of Hostigi are approaching. From the banners, it appears to be the Prince of Nyklos."

"Didn't he die at Ardros Field? Or is this new Prince another of the Usurper's commoner friends who has been elevated to Prince?"

"I do not know, Your Majesty. His banner is unfamiliar, three silver moons over a stag's head. I will approach them and identify this man who proclaims himself Prince of Nyklos."

Demnos and his guards rode off and returned a quarter candle later.

"Your Majesty, the Prince is the legitimate son of the late Prince Armanes of Nyklos, who was once your brother's vassal."

"Armanes, I remember him. He had the graces of a plowman. I'm glad the traitor is dead. I only rue that it was not at my hand!"

"It is just as well. The heir appears quite tractable. He told me that his Great King has abandoned him to us."

Lysandros set back his head and roared, "Well, there is truth in that. But not by any choice of his former Great King. Quick, he is approaching! What of his family?"

"He has three sisters, no living brothers and his mother, Princess Nicla."

"Good. I shall make them all hostages to his loyalty."

The boy rode up on a magnificent white stallion, which was lathered and panting like a bellows. Prince Carvros appeared to be in the middle of a growth spurt, his legs and arms jutting out from his body; his face was unbearded and unlined. His small party of retainers had grim expressions and appeared prepared for the worst.

After introductions by Captain-General Demnos, Prince Carvros blurted out, "Your Majesty, I would ask your leave in sparing my poor Princedom any more damage. We have suffered greatly at the hands of our unlawful and former self-proclaimed Great King."

Lysandros nodded, making an effort to keep a smile from breaking out. This is as easy as spearing fish in a barrel! "So far I've seen nothing that your former overlord has not already destroyed."

The boy nodded, his eyes welling up. "There was no need to despoil our land, driving the farmers and serfs away. I begged him…" He appeared to gain some dignity, as if his father's memory had grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. "Your Majesty, I would like to swear fealty to my rightful Great King of Hos-Harphax as your loyal vassal."

Lysandros gave the appearance of great thought. After a proper wait, he said, "Your father has tried Our patience, swearing homage to an outlaw and raising up in arms against his truly-Elected King."

Carvros had the presence of mind to appear shamed. His companions were eying the boy with contempt and murderous intent.