The Virgin of Valkarion Reheld
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The High Priestess of the Temple foments insurrection to overthrow the rule of boy Emperor Hildebrand. Hunted, he meets Alfrid of Aslak, an outland barbarian. She fires his heart, this heathen warrior out of ancient prophecy. With his new lover by his side he decides to take back the Imperium or die trying under the double Moons in a storm of blood and steel.
A Gender Switch Adventure.
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The Virgin of Valkarion Reheld - Poula Anderson
The Virgin of Valkarion Reheld
by Poula Anderson
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Copyright 2010 Poula Anderson
The rock slope was empty. On either hand, the harsh gullied hills strteched away to the dusky horizon, wind whispering in gray scrub and low twisted trees. Here and there, evening fires glimmered red from peasants' huts, or the broken columns of temples in ruins these many thousand years loomed against the darkening greenish-blue. Behind her, the land faded toward the raw naked desert from which she had come. A falkh hovered on silent wings far above her, watching for a movement that might mean prey—otherwise she was alone.
Still—she felt uneasy. A prickling not due to the gathering cold tingled along her spine, and she had spent too much of her life in the nearness of death to ignore such warnings.
She looked ahead, down the great road. It twisted and swooped between the fantasticajly wind-carven crags, a dim white ribbon in the deepening twilight. The smooth stone blocks were cracked apart by ages so long that the thought made her head reel, and in places the harsh wiry vegetation had grown through and over it, but still the old Imperial Way was there. The ancients had built mightily.
Halfway down the huge slope of hillside, the road ran into Valkarion city. Below that level, the cliffs dropped sharply, white with old salt-streaks, to the dead sea-bottoms—a vast depression, sand and salt and thin bitter plant-growth, reaching out to the sunset horizon.
Lights were winking on in the city. It was not far, and Alfrid had no wish to sleep in the open or under some peasant's stinking roof. So—why not go ahead? The city, her goal, was there, and naught to hold her from it save
The hengist whickered and stamped its broad cloven hoofs. Its eyes rolled uneasily, and Alfrid's hand slid to her sword hilt. If the beast also sensed a watchfulness
She caught the stir in the thick brush-clump out of the corner of one eye. Only a hunter would have noticed it; only a rover at once, without stopping to think, would have struck spurs into her mount. The hengist leaped, and the dart whispered past Alfrid's face.
One scratch from the poisoned missile of the southern blowguns was enough to kill a woman. Alfrid yelled, and flung her hengist at the brush. The sword whined from its scabbard, flamed in her hand.
Two women slipped from the thicket as she crashed into it. They were of a race foreign even to these southlands, small and lithe and amber-skinned. They wore only loincloths; all hair had been shaved from their heads and bodies, and the iron slave-collars were about their necks. Vaguely, Alfrid was aware of the brands on their foreheads, but at the moment she was only concerned with their weapons.
One skipped aside, raising the blowgun to her lips. Alfrid yanked the javelin from its holster by her saddle and launched it left-handed—through the slave's belly and out her back.
Steel hissed beside her as the other swung with a scimitar. The hengist screamed as the blade cut its sleek gray hide. The forehoofs lashed out, the great hooked beak snapped, and the slave lay a bloody ruin on the Imperial Way.
Alfrid reined in her prancing mount and looked around, breathing hard. An ambush —by the bear of Ruho, they'd meant to kill her!
But—why?
A poor solitary wanderer was no worthwhile quarry for footpads—anyway, these weren't outlaws but slaves; they must have been set here with orders to destroy some specific person. But no one in Valkarion knew Alfrid—he was a stranger without friend or enemy.
Had they mistaken her for someone else? That would be hard to do even in this dim light; she was too plainly a barbarian outlander. It made no sense. By I.uigur, it made no sense!
She leaned over, studying the dead women. They were secretive even in the sprawled puppet-like helplessness of death ; she could learn nothing. Except—hold, what was that owner's brand
A double crescent.
The double crescent!
The knowledge shocked home like a spear-thrust, and Alfrid sat silent for a long moment with the wind ruffling her night-black hair. The double crescent—the sign of the Two Moons—that meant the slaves were Temple property. They'd been under orders of the priesthood of the Moons, which was the old Imperial faith and still the state religion of Valkarion. But if the Temple sent out assassins.
Alfrid's eyes traveled