Lackey, Mercedes - Arrow's Flight

571 Pages·2016·1.04 MB·English

by  Lackey Mercedes

Paface-Cottegia at Haven (Capital)
Prologue

Long ago—so long ago that the details of the conflict are lost and only the
merest legends remain—the world of Velgarth was wracked by sorcerous wars.
The population was decimated. The land quickly turned to wilderness and was
given over to the forest and the magically-engendered creatures that had been
used to fight those wars, while the people who remained flecv^p the eastern
coastline, there to resume their shattered lives. Humans are resilient creatures,
however, and it was not overlong before the population once again was on the
increase, and folk began to move westward again, building new kingdoms out of
the wilderness.

One such kingdom was Valdemar. Founded by the once-Baron Valdemar and
those of his people who had chosen exile with him rather than facing the wrath
of a selfish and cruel monarch, it lay on the very western-and-northernmost edge
of the civilized world. In part due to the nature of its founders, the monarchs of
Valdemar welcomed fugitives and fellow exiles, and the customs and habits of
its people had over the years become a polyglot patchwork. In point of fact, the
one rule by which the monarchs of Valdemar governed their people was “There
is no ‘one, true way.’”

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Governing such an ill-assorted lot of subjects might have been impossible—had
it not been for the Heralds of Valdemar.

The Heralds served many functions; they were administrative overseers,
dispensers of justice, information gatherers, even temporary military advisors;
answerable only to the Monarch and their own circle of peers. Such a system
might have seemed ripe for abuse—it would have been, but for the Companions,

To the unknowing eye, a Companion would seem little more than an
extraordinarily graceful white horse. They were far more than that. Sent by some
unknown power or powers at the pleading of King Valdemar himself, it was the
Companions who chose new Heralds, forging between themselves and their
Chosen a mind-to-mind bond that only death could sever. While no one knew
precisely how intelligent they were, it was generally agreed that their capabilities
were at least as high as those of their human partners. Companions could (and
did) Choose irrespective of age and sex, although they tended to Choose
youngsters just entering adolescence, and more boys were Chosen than girlvThe
one commonality among the Chosen (other than a specific personality type;
patient, unselfish, responsible, and capable of heroic devotion to duty) was at
least a trace of psychic ability. Contact with a Companion and continued
development of the bond enhanced whatever latent paranormal capabilities lay
within the Chosen, With time, as these Gifts became better understood, ways
were developed to train and use them to the fullest extent to which the individual
was capable. Gradually the Gifts displaced in importance whatever knowledge
of “true magic” was left in Valdemar, until there was no record of how such
magic had ever been learned or used.

So the governing of Valdemar evolved; the Monarch, advised by his Council,
made the laws; the Heralds dispensed the laws and saw that they were
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observed. The Heralds themselves were nearly incapable of becoming corrupted
or potential abusers of their temporal power; the Chosen were by nature
remarkably self-sacrificing—their training only reinforced this. They had to be
—there was a better than even chance that a Herald would die in the line of duty.
But they were human for all of that; mostly young, mostly living on the edge of
danger—so, it was inevitable that outside of their duty they tended to be a bit
hedonistic and anything but chaste. And only seldom did a Herald form a tie
beyond that of brotherhood and the pleasures of the moment—perhaps because
the bond of brotherhood was so very strong, and because the Herald-Companion
bond left little room for any other permanent ties. For the most part, few of the
common or noble folk held this against them—knowing that, no matter how
wanton a Herald might be on leave, the moment he donned his snowy uniform
he was another creature altogether, for a Herald in Whites was a Herald on duty,
and a Herald on duty had no time for anything outside of that duty, least c-^ «U
the frivolity of his own pleasures. Still, there were those who held other opinions
… some of them in high places.

Laws laid down by the first King decreed that the Monarch himself must also be
a Herald. Thus it was ensured that the ruler of Valdemar could never be the kind
of tyrant who had caused the founders to flee their own homes.

Second in importance to the Monarch was the Herald known as the “King’s (or
Queen’s) Own.” Chosen by a special Companion—one that never seemed to age
(though it was possible to kill him) and was always a stallion—the Queen’s Own
held the special position of confidant and most trusted friend and advisor to the
ruler. Thus the Monarchs of Valdemar were assured that they would always have
at least one person about them who could be trusted and counted on at all times.
This tended to make for
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stable and confident rulers—and thus, a stable and dependable government

For generations it seemed that King Valdemar had planned his government
perfectly. But the best-laid plans are still capable of being circumvented by
accident or chance.

In the reign of King Sendar, the kingdom of Karse (that bordered Valdemar to
the south-east) hired a nomadic nation of mercenaries to attack Valdemar, In the
ensuing war, Sendar was killed, and his daughter, Selenay, assumed the throne,
herself having only recently completed her Herald’s training. The Queen’s Own,
an aged Herald called Talamir, was frequently confused and embarrassed at
having to advise a young, headstrong, and attractive female. As a result, Selenay
made an ill-advised marriage, one that nearly cost her both her throne and her
life.

The issue of that marriage, the Heir-presumptive, was a female child whom
Selenay called Elspeth. Elspeth came under the influence of the nurse Selenay’s
husband had brought jf$?m his own land, and became an intractable, spo&£
ijrat. It became obvious that if things went on as they were tending, the girl
would never be Chosen, and thus could never inherit. This would leave Seienay
with two choices; marry again (with the attendant risks) and attempt to produce
another, more suitable Heir, or declare someone already Chosen and with the
proper bloodline to be Heir. Or, somehow, salvage the Heir-presumptive.
Talamir had a plan—one that it seemed had a good chance of success—which
involved sending the child into fosterage in a remote province, away from the
influence of the nurse and Court, with those who could be counted upon to take
no nonsense from her.
Then Talamir was murdered, throwing the situation into confusion again. His
Companion, Rolan, Chose a new Queen’s Own—but instead of picking
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an adult or someone already a full Herald, Chose an adolescent girl named Talia.

Talia was of Holderkin—a puritanical Border group which did its best to
discourage knowledge of outsiders. Talia had no idea what it meant to have a
Herald’s Companion accost her, and then (apparently) carry her off. Among her
people, females held very subordinate positions, and nonconformity was
punished immediately and harshly. And since Talia herself was ill-suited to a
subordinate role, she was constantly being told that everything she said or did
was wrong at best, and evil at worst. She was ill-prepared for the new world of
the Heralds and their Collegium. The one thing she did have experience in was
the handling and schooling of children, for she had been the teacher to her
Holding’s younger members from the time she was nine.

But she managed—to find a true home among the Heralds, and to civilize the
Brat. Now the year-and-a-half of Field duty awaited her—and a trial she never
dreamed of having to pass.
One

Thwack!

The flat of Alberich’s practice-blade cracked against Talia’s ill-guarded side.
She hadn’t seen the blow coming, she truly hadn’t. That had hurt, and she would
lay money on having a bruise despite the padded jerkin that had absorbed most
of the blow. The practice blades may have only been wood, but Alberich tended
to wield them{all the harder for that.

“Faugh!” he spat in disgust, and came at her again before she had recovered
from the last blow. This time he connected with her knife-arm, right at the
elbow. She yelped, the arm went numb, and she lost her blade entirely.

The hawklike eyes glared at her with no trace of pity, and the scar-seamed face
was a demonic mask as he passed judgment on her performance.

He was at least in his mid-forties, if not older, but he hadn’t lost a fraction of his
edge or agility in the five years Talia had known him. She was panting with
exertion—he might as well have been taking a leisurely stroll. His well-worn,
dark leathers (he was the only working Herald in Talia’s experience who never
wore Whites) showed not so much as a tiny sweat stain. The afternoon sun
pouring down on all

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of them had made him look as thin and insubstantial as a shadow. And he had
been just as hard to catch.

“A pity it is that Skif is not here to see you. Die of lau^mer he surely would!” he
growled. “Eighteen you are—one would think you eight. Slow, clumsy, and
stupid! Paugh! Had I been a real assassin—”

“I would have died of fright before you touched me.”

“Now it is jokes! This is a battle-practice—not a comedy. If I wish amusement, I
shall find a jester. Once again—and correctly, this time.”

Once she was ready to drop with exhaustion, he turned his attention to Elspeth.
Now that both of them deserved special tutelage he had changed the hour of their
lessons to one shared by no one else, so that he could give his full devotion to
the Queen’s Own and Heir-presumptive. Rather than being held on the training
grounds outside, the two had their drills in the salle. This was a barn-like
building with a sanded wooden floor, lined with mirrors, with high derestory
windows to admit the maximum amount of light. Lessons were always held here
during inclement weather, but it was too small for mass practices and classes for
the combined Heraldic-Bardic-Healer’s Collegium students. Only those
“privileged” to receive private lessons with Alberich took those lessons
habitually in the salle.