Necro'Sehen

By Raymond Jennings

With the Mantrainer army routed, and Hansett Laughlon dead, it seemed that matters might be improving for Reshania. Of course, Queen Jezzalia Terrantis knew better. There were still the armies of Hanadar and Lopaller to deal with in the east, and then a peace to manufacture to prevent another such war. Still, she had full confidence in her advisors, such as her lover and bodyguard, Sethalis Fielder, and her half-sister, the formidable Princess Shazzelle. Jezzalia was going to need every bit of their support, too. In Mantrainer, Hansett's successors were fighting for the crown, and trouble was stirring in the Northern Duchy of Reshania. These problems would pale in compare to the true horror waiting to reveal itself. Out of the past, the worst nightmare of the northern countries was about to emerge from hiding; a Necro'Sehen with an undead army at its back, waiting to strike at the weakened nations of the north and plunge their world into a nightmare of fear and slavery. Can even Sethalis and Shazzelle protect Jezzalia from the terror that such a being brings? One thing is certain, they will not be the same people when it is over ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Raymond Jennings
• Release date: Feb 19, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005932008

Raymond Jennings

Raymond Jennings was born and raised in England. He studied Applied Physics at Lancashire Polytechnic and worked in the British civil service for twenty years before moving to Tucson, Arizona where he now lives with his wife and their two cats.His interests include science (with a special emphasis on space exploration), military history, war-gaming (most notably Advanced Squad Leader) and travelling.

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A small farm cot, Eastern Hanadar: Year of the Light 383

Why do we have to stay here, Momma? asks the small boy as he sits on her lap in front of the meagre fire. Both are wrapped in blankets and outside, the Deep Winter winds howl and moan through the Eastern Spine foothills, as if echoing his complaint.

The woman kisses the crown of her son's head, thinking that seven years old is too young to be asking such questions. Eventually, she answers. Because there are people out there who would want to take you away from me… bad people who would want to hurt you.

The little boy cuddles closer to her for comfort. But I haven't done anything wrong, he protests.

Of course you haven't, his mother assures him. You're a good boy who always listens to his mother. She stands up, cradling the boy in her arms, and places him in his small sleeping cot near the fire so he can stay as warm as possible. Now, you get some sleep and tomorrow we'll go and collect some more firewood. She retrieves a small, leather-cord necklace from the floor, a polished, black stone depending from it.

Do I have to wear it, Momma? The boy makes a face as his mother approaches him with the necklace. It makes me feel… funny.

Yes, you do, his mother states firmly. It's for your protection. As the boy sighs his surrender, his mother studies his sehen aura, one marred with sickly grey-green blotches. Then, she slips the necklace over his head and around his neck, smiling as his aura vanishes. There. All safe again. She kisses his forehead and tucks the thin blanket around him before returning to her chair and resuming her knitting. She watches as her son falls asleep. Soon, my son. The first king has fallen, more will follow. There are wars coming and you will reclaim your heritage. Then the world will shake before you and the people will know the old ways again.

Chapter One

Camanden, Reshania, Year of the Light 403

The guards atop the Great South Gate peered nervously into the distance, shading their eyes from the late afternoon sun. The column of dust that was the object of their attention had been visible for some time, and to a man, they strained to make out the details. The Reshanian Southern Army had been engaged with the forces of the Southern Alliance for months, taking a stand at Angir's Crossing, some thirty miles south of Camanden. The dust could represent the retreating remnants of the army, or maybe the vanguard of the victorious Alliance forces. Already, the gates had been prepared to be closed and the alarm sounded. The previous week's Mid-Summer celebrations had been muted as the people waited anxiously for news.

Finally, one man with sharper eyes called out. The royal banner. It's the queen!

The tension amongst the guards eased a little. The column of soldiers didn't appear to be in too much haste, so it seemed unlikely they were being chased. Soon, the pennants flying at the head of the column were visible to everyone. The mounted guards maintained their order, and no one rode ahead to give warning. The watching guards relaxed some more. If things had gone badly, then the royal guard would be moving at all haste to get Her Majesty to safety.

When the lead riders got within earshot, the Captain of the Gate Guard called out. What news from the south?

One of the pennant bearers shook his flag in response. Victory!!! The Southerners have been routed and are running for home with their tails between their legs!

There was a moment of silence as people digested the news, and then a cheer erupted from all those at the gate, guards and citizens alike. A chant started up. Reshania! Reshania! People hugged, slapped each other's backs and shook hands as the lead riders arrived at the gate. One of the guards on the gate parapet suddenly pointed. The Queen! Her Majesty's carriage!

Now, different calls began. The Queen!, The Tigress!, Good Queen Jezz! When the carriage reached the gate, the chants dissolved into incoherent cheers. The sounds drew people onto the highway, and the news travelled from person to person like a firestorm; one word prevalent, Victory! As the crowds gathered, so the pace of the royal column slowed, the guards having to clear a path for the carriage.

Inside the vehicle, Sethalis Fielder, Queen's Companion, let go of the curtain he'd been holding back. You seem to be popular today, Jezz.

Missanne, the Queen's maid, let out a laugh at this piece of obviousness.

I can hear, you know, replied Queen Jezzalia Terrantis, tartly. And as much as I love my subjects and appreciate their joy, I'd rather like a bath. She mopped her brow with a handkerchief. The afternoon heat was fearsome.

Why don't you wave to them? It's a time for celebrating, Sethalis pointed out.

Because I don't want to incite the crowds any further, explained Jezzalia. It might start a riot. We'll hold a victory parade in a week or two, after the hysteria has died down a little.

Sethalis gave her a little head waggle and then pulled the curtain aside again to see out. Instantly a cry went up. The Queen! I be seeing the Queen! The call was taken up by others, The Queen! The Queen!

Sighing, Jezzalia surrendered to the inevitable and shifted her position to sit next to the window. Sethalis pinned back the curtain with his air sehen and created a shield across the opening. He didn't want anyone to make an attempt on Jezzalia's life. Now that they could see her face, the crowd went wild with excitement. People waved back to her and the chant of Good Queen Jezz! grew louder. It took almost a bell for the column to reach the Royal Square, which by now was thronged with people. The town constabulary was struggling to maintain a path open to the Royal Walk, the inclined road that led from the square to Lanshan Palace. Finally, the carriage arrived at the outer gate house and passed into the outer courtyard, the main gates being closed behind the last guard. Princess Shazzelle, Jezzalia's half-sister, awaited them on the palace steps in the inner courtyard. The inner portcullis was just clanging shut as Sethalis assisted first Jezzalia, and then Missanne, from the carriage.

Welcome home, Your Majesty, Shazzelle greeted Jezzalia. Do I take it from the sounds of revelry that there's good news?

Jezzalia grinned at her as she mounted the steps. The Mantrainer army is smashed beyond repair, the Southern Alliance shattered and running for their respective homes, and I have Hansett's body in a box in one of the wagons! declared Jezzalia, reaching Shazzelle and throwing her arms around her sister. We've won, even if the fighting isn't over.

The gods be praised! uttered Shazzelle with feeling, returning the embrace. So, our plan worked?

Seth's plan worked, Jezzalia gently corrected her. The heart of the Mantrainer army was destroyed. Ally thinks they took fifty percent casualties.

Dear gods! exclaimed a shocked Shazzelle. No army takes those losses and continues to function. And Hansett?

We found him in a tent, after the battle, explained Jezzalia as Sethalis and Missanne joined them. Stab wounds to the back and sword still in its sheath. We can only assume that one of his own people took care of him.

A fitting end for the snake, said Shazzelle. I'm certain he not only killed your father, but his own brother as well. She eyed a smiling Sethalis. I suppose I'll be needing to loot the royal treasury to reward you again? Shazzelle teased him.

Oh, I think Her Majesty has a suitable reward in mind, replied Sethalis as Jezzalia possessively took his arm. Shazzelle just grunted in resignation.

Now, I need a bath, declared Jezzalia.

As Jezzalia sat in her bath being washed by a maid, she related the events of Angir's Crossing to Shazzelle.

… and that's the last news I have. Ally is pursuing the remnants of the Mantrainer army, General Dolcan has been detailed to push the Forenzians and Jalhatis back over their borders, and a strengthened army corps has been sent east to reinforce our armies there, finished Jezzalia.

Well, as pleased as I am that our enemies are defeated, it's still going to leave a dog's dinner to deal with, responded Shazzelle with a sigh. I'm sure the Jalhatis and Forenzians will deal with the remaining Mantrainer troops in their countries, but I'm not convinced that Jiffrat will be able to hold onto the Forenzian throne. I think we'll have a civil war there, just as in Mantrainer.

Jezzalia looked startled. Won't Hansett's son succeed him?

He's five years old, and if he lives to be six then you can paint me blue, Shazzelle retorted. There are plenty of factions in Mantrainer that won't want to risk the son growing up to be like the father… add in those houses that want to stake their own claim to the throne, and you can start writing your condolence letter now. No, we'll not only have to conquer Mantrainer, but put the pieces together afterwards. Shazzelle's expression was despondent.

What's the news of the Terranio army? inquired Jezzalia, as she contemplated her sister's words whilst relaxing in the bath.

Camped at the West Gate, replied Shazzelle. They're due to start passing through the city tomorrow and heading south. Assuming that's where we want them?

Jezzalia nodded firmly. Yes, that's where most of our problems are going to be it seems.

And Hanadar and Lopaller? What about them? Shazzelle wanted to know. A show of force and then a demand for them to surrender?

No, not entirely. I have more sympathy with Forenze and Jalhat than those two, snarled Jezzalia. I want them taught a lesson… and I want us to be cast in the most reasonable light possible. I want to offer them a surrender that they'll refuse, and then destroy their armies, followed by invading their countries and seizing a good portion of their treasuries as compensation.

Shazzelle hid her surprise at her sister's fierceness and sat back. And how do you intend to do that?

I want you to command the eastern campaign, Jezzalia informed her.

Now, Shazzelle couldn't hide her astonishment. Me? I'm not a general. I couldn't command the eastern army, nor do I wish to. I like my home comforts.

Jezzalia gritted her teeth, hating to plead with Shazzelle. I need you there, Shazz, or I wouldn't be asking. I know you can't command troops, but you can command the general staff out there. I need someone with enough political acumen to guide the generals into teaching Hanadar and Lopaller a lesson, without turning the countries into charnel pits. She saw the look of defiance on Shazzelle's face. Shazz, if you can name me a general or lord with the political finesse to get this done, then tell me and I'll appoint them in your place. She signaled for the maid to begin rinsing her off.

Shazzelle didn't hesitate. Ally can do it. Countess Aleila Frishomme was the commander of the palace guard and overall arms commander of Reshania.

Yes, she can, agreed Jezzalia, but I need her in Mantrainer for the horrors of a winter campaign… unless you'd like that job instead?

Shazzelle made a face of disgust. That's even worse.

I know, Jezzalia agreed once more. That's why I'm asking you to take the eastern command. With a little luck you'll be able to have it wrapped up by the end of fall and be on your way home before winter really sets in.

That'll need more than a little luck, muttered Shazzelle. And what are you going to be doing in the meantime?

Arranging for a conclave of all our neighboring rulers, to come up with some way of making sure this doesn't happen again, replied Jezzalia, standing up and holding out her arms for the attending maid to begin toweling her dry. I'll schedule it for mid-spring, and we can also sort out reparations from the aggressor nations at the same time.

I'm not sure how much success we'll have, but it's certainly worth a try, Shazzelle approved after a moment's thought.

And I can start getting people used to the idea of Seth as my betrothed, Jezzalia added nonchalantly.

Shazzelle's hackles rose at this. Now just a moment. I thought we had an understanding that you'd wait on that until we'd settled the peace?

Jezzalia blushed, but bit back. I did, but he confessed his love to me. And after all he's done, he deserves this… so do I.

And I'm not saying you don't, either of you… although he's a sturdier man than I thought he was if he's prepared to marry you. Jezzalia stuck out her tongue at her sister. But we'll need your eligibility at that conclave you want, even if it's only an illusion. You have to put this idea of marrying Seth to one side for a year, just as you promised.

No! Jezzalia growled defiantly. I want him, and he wants me.

Seeing the stubborn look of Jezzalia's face, Shazzelle turned to the one piece of political leverage she had, not wanting to use her filial status except as a last resort. Then I'll trade you. You put your betrothal on hold until after the conclave and I'll run your eastern campaign for you.

Jezzalia's eyes narrowed. That's blackmail! I order you to command the eastern army.

You can order all you want, retorted Shazzelle crossing her arms in front of her, but I'm not going unless I have your sworn oath on this, Jezz.

I'm your queen! exploded Jezzalia, her fury rising.

And so you are, agreed Shazzelle, sure that Jezzalia was gathering her sehen in anger. And I love you as my queen and even more so as my sister, but this is vital, Jezz. I know you can't see it because of your feelings, but you need to do this for Reshania. Seth will still be here, waiting, when the conclave is over, and I'll be the first to toast your happiness with all my heart.

Jezzalia stood glaring at Shazzelle for some minutes, and then realized that she wasn't going to move her on this. Slumping, she let go of her rage and let it turn into despair. Why, Shazz? Why don't you want me to be happy?

The accusation stung Shazzelle to the core, and she got up to embrace her sister, as the maid stepped back. Oh, Jezz. That's all I want for you. I want you to have Seth, too. I think he's good for you. I just want you to wait until next year. I hate myself for even asking, but I want you to be queen of a stable country that loves you as much as I do.

There was silence for a while as the sisters embraced, then Jezzalia let out a defeated sigh. Fine, Shazz, but if I lose Seth, then I'll never forgive you.

Once Missanne arrived back in the royal quarters after taking care of her own needs, Shazzelle left, signaling the other maid to follow her. In the corridor, out of earshot of anyone, Shazzelle addressed the maid.

What you heard in there about Her Majesty's Companion and their plans goes no further, you understand me? Shazzelle fixed the maid with a steely gaze.

The maid gave a little curtsey and bowed her head. Yes, Your Highness. I didn't hear anything.

You'd better be right, Shazzelle warned her. The palace has no place for girls that can't keep their mouths closed… On the other hand, there are always better jobs for those that demonstrate discretion and loyalty.

I understand, Your Highness. No one will hear anything from me. The maid kept her eyes down, hands clutching her skirts.

Good, said Shazzelle at last. I'm certain I can trust you. You may go about your duties. She watched as the maid gave a last curtsey and hurried off. Satisfied that she'd offered the right balance of stick and carrot, Shazzelle returned to her own rooms to make ready for the evening's feast.

If Shazzelle thought she'd slowed Jezzalia down at all, the queen's speech at the evening feast brought Shazzelle back to reality. She listened as Jezzalia recounted the events at Angir's Crossing to the assembled guests.

… and so, in one stroke, the enemy's shield was torn asunder, and the Mantrainer troops died in their thousands! Jezzalia's words were greeted with a roar and much banging of fists and mugs on tabletops. Exactly how it was done must remain secret, for we wouldn't wish our enemies to gain our advantage, but I can say that it was my faithful and loyal Companion that devised the plan. Three cheers for Sethalis! Jezzalia took Sethalis hand and raised it into the air, pulling him to his feet as the guests cheered him. It was then that Jezzalia bestowed a rare public kiss on him, causing some laughter as well as celebration. Jezzalia waited for the noise to subside a little before continuing. Although this is a moment for rejoicing, let us not forget that there are still battles to be fought before the war is finally over, she said solemnly. To our brave troops still in the field. She raised her goblet in toast and watched as her guests got to their feet and copied her.

Duke Moriton echoed the toast. The courageous Reshanian army!

The toast was repeated around the hall and then everyone resumed their seats to begin eating. Shazzelle gritted her teeth and put on a smile for the audience as Jezzalia took Sethalis' hand once more.

Sethalis had just finished practice the next morning when Saliere, one of Shazzelle's pages and more commonly called Sally, came trotting up to him.

He gave her a bright smile, being one of his favorites around the palace. Good morning, young lady, and how does the day find you?

I'm well, thank you, Sir, Saliere replied cheerfully. I hope you are, too.

No complaints from me, Sethalis assured her. Now what can I do for you, or did you just come to peek at the young lads? he teased her. Saliere was only fourteen, but the signs of a youthful beauty were already evident in her features. Plenty of the older boys who were eligible for weapons practice were noticing her. This morning, Sethalis had been leading a class of the fifteen-year-olds and several were looking at her and whispering amongst themselves.

Saliere giggled in response. You're silly, Seth. Why would I want to look at the boys? Sethalis smiled at her naivety. Another few years and she'll already be breaking hearts. Her Highness asked to see you before breakfast.

Ah, is that so? Sethalis responded, wondering what Shazzelle might want. Would you tell Her Highness that I'll be at her office as soon as I've made myself presentable, please?

Alright, agreed Saliere. Don't keep her waiting, though, she added cheekily before giving him a farewell curtsey.

As she trotted off, Sethalis turned back to his class, some of whom were still watching Saliere as she left. Finding something fascinating, lads? he demanded of them, hands on hips. There was some guilty shuffling and shaking of heads. Mayhap you need an extra ten laps of the yard just to get your attention focused again? Now there was a ragged chorus of No, Sir. Behind the youths, Sunwise caught Sethalis' eye and winked. That didn't sound convincing, and that earns you ten laps before breakfast. The five of you finishing last can tidy up the gear. The lieutenant can keep an eye on you. He nodded toward Sunwise, who saluted him.

Will do, Sir, agreed Sunwise, before turning to the class of boys. Now you've done it! Sethalis heard Sunwise shout as he left the courtyard. I'm going to be late for my own food now, and that doesn't make me very happy, which means I'm going to make you even less happy! Now pick those feet up and get moving!

Sunwise was known as one of the strictest of the palace guards and no one crossed him. Sethalis also knew that he enjoyed adding to his reputation and so didn't begrudge the extra few minutes delay to his meal if he had a chance to shout at someone. A last glance as he left the training yard showed Sethalis the boys hurrying around the yard, Sunwise's bellows urging them on.

Although he didn't exactly hurry with his morning wash, he did go faster than normal. Ever since Jezzalia had discovered his role as her secret bodyguard, it had become very rare for Shazzelle to summon him for a private meeting. Just like everyone else, Sethalis was wary of Shazzelle and he wondered what she wanted. His guard was up as he entered her office after being announced.

Sit down, Seth, offered Shazzelle after he bowed to her. Cup of tea?

His senses went on to even higher alert at this courtesy, but he nodded his acceptance. Thank you, Your Highness. That's most kind. He waited whilst Shazzelle poured and served the tea for them both. She's definitely up to something, Sethalis decided.

Well, it seems that Reshania can't turn around these days without your help, began Shazzelle with a smile. Sethalis could feel the trap closing in around him. Saving Her Majesty's life once more and then devising that ingenious plan to win the battle at Angir's Crossing. What are we going to do with you?

Sethalis took a sip of his tea and then held up the cup. Poison me? He had the satisfaction of seeing Shazzelle look startled. That's what you threatened the last time you tried to coerce me. He referred to a meeting with Shazzelle and Frishomme when they had tried to test his loyalty to the queen. Shazzelle had lied that she had poisoned his tea and threatened to withhold the antidote unless he obeyed her commands.

It took Shazzelle a moment to understand the reference, and then she gave a rueful laugh. Oh my. It's not often that anyone throws my misdeeds back in my face.

Probably because most of the time, your victims are dead, countered Sethalis, taking another drink from the cup of excellent tea. So now that we've finished with the pleasantries, what is it that you want of me, Your Highness?

Sighing, Shazzelle shook her head. Whatever happened to that delightfully naïve farm-boy that that arrived here last year?

He was corrupted by a year in the presence of the Reshanian Royal Family, Sethalis said, allowing a thin smile on his lips. And so?

I should have known that it wouldn't be that easy, mourned Shazzelle, and then she straightened up. Jezz tells me that you confessed your love to her.

Sethalis stared back defiantly. That's right. Although it was inadvertent, I meant it. And she told me that she loved me, too. He paused to put his cup down. Is that what this is about? You're going to tell me that I'm not a suitable consort for Jezzi?

Actually, no. I think you're perfect for her. Shazzelle's answer surprised Sethalis. You're honest, loyal, caring, and you obviously love her, not her title. Frankly, you have my blessing.

Now, Sethalis was mystified. Then what?

The problem is that whilst I'm thrilled for you both, the same cannot be said for most of the court, answered Shazzelle. They're very jealous of their status and begrudge anyone new gaining a title, even though their families were all commoners once, a fact they prefer to forget. A lot of them tolerate you as the queen's bed-warmer, and even laugh up their sleeve at you behind your back.

Sethalis crossed his arms and sat back. I'm aware of that.

Shazzelle smiled. Of course you are, and I'm glad of it. You're a realist. So, whilst they'll put up with you as Jezzi's companion, they won't be anywhere near as happy with you as her consort. Frowning, Sethalis nodded acceptance of her words. It will take time to make it clear to them that you're worthy of being her consort. Shazzelle held up her hands as Sethalis opened his mouth to protest. I know. You've already proven yourself several times over. I know it, as does Commander Frishomme, High Priest Treeson, and a few others. Most of the court knows nothing about those matters though. That's part of the reason Jezzi named you in her speech last night… to raise awareness of your value, but it's going to take more than one speech and one night to get the court on board.

Sethalis considered this for a while and then ran his hand through his hair. You're right. I hadn't properly thought it through.

Even then, not everyone will be happy, no matter how hard you try or long you leave it, added Shazzelle.

This got a shrug from Sethalis. Never been to a wedding yet where everyone was happy.

Me either, chuckled Shazzelle. So, it's going to take time… and patience, something our dear Queen is in short supply of. There was another rueful nod from Sethalis. And there's something else. Jezzi wants to hold a conclave of the surrounding nations to forge some sort of mutual defense pact to establish peace in the decades to come.

She mentioned that back at Angir's Crossing, agreed Sethalis. What does that have to do with our wedding?

The same as it did when you visited Terranio, the prospect of marriage to Jezzi, explained Shazzelle.

Now wait a minute… Sethalis interrupted heatedly.

Shazzelle waved her hands, placatingly. Calm down, Seth. She waited until he subsided before continuing. Everyone at that conclave will be looking out for themselves, and one of the richest prizes on offer will be a marriage alliance with Reshania. Now, I know that Jezzi wants a pact that involves everyone, equally, but to get it will mean a lot of maneuvering. As much as everyone will be trying to arrange a marriage with Jezzi to their preferred candidate, they will also be trying to ensure that she doesn't marry one of their rivals. Shazzelle saw the look on enlightenment brighten Sethalis' face. And a shrewd operator could leverage that fear into all sorts of concessions and agreements. A hint of a consideration of marriage to one candidate could be used to persuade other kings to a course of action to prevent such a marriage. Shazzelle's eyes twinkled with glee. Everyone will be fighting for the prize and fighting even harder to keep it from their rivals. I think I can make something out of that, without ever letting go of the prize.

Sethalis burst out laughing. You are the most devious witch I have ever met, Your Highness… with all due respect, of course.

What a nice boy you are, said Shazzelle with a smile, then her expression became solemn. However, I can't dangle that prize if Jezz is married or betrothed to you.

Ahh, breathed Sethalis, in understanding.

And this is where I need your help. Jezzi, bless her, is impulsive and emotional. You, however, and surprisingly for a man, think with something other than your manhood. I know that you love Jezzi, and that she loves you, but I want you to put the brakes on her and hold off on any sort of announcement until after this conclave. I need you to do this for Jezzi, yourself, and Reshania, Shazzelle pleaded.

Sethalis sat quietly for a while, thinking about it all. Finally, he looked Shazzelle in the eyes. Fine. I'll do what I can, but I'm not going to risk losing her over this. If Jezzi gives me an ultimatum, then I'm going to bend the knee and accept her proposal with all my heart.

Shazzelle smiled in understanding. Thank you, Seth. That's all I can ask for. I'll feel better whilst I'm away, knowing that you have our queen under control.

Sethalis could only snort at this. Not much chance of that.

Over the next few days, the palace became a hive of activity as scribes prepared copies of the royal proclamation announcing the victory at Angir's Crossing. These would be sent out to all the towns and villages in Reshania to be read out to the people. Plans were also being made for Jezzalia to take a tour of the city to celebrate the occasion. The one unhappy person in the palace was Shazzelle. She was making her own arrangements to join the Eastern Army, and she wasn't looking forward to it. It took three days before everything was ready for her. Jezzalia and Sethalis saw her off from the palace steps.

Get back here as fast as you can, Shazz, said Jezzalia, releasing her sister from a hug. You know how badly I need you.

Then why send me away at all? countered Shazzelle, still disgruntled about the mission. She nodded her farewell to Sethalis, who bowed in return.

Because I need you out there even more, replied Jezzalia, patiently.

Shazzelle could only shake her head. Fine, just don't do anything stupid whilst I'm gone. She gave Sethalis a significant look.

I'll be good, I promise, Jezzalia assured her.

Shazzelle seriously doubted that, but there was nothing left to be done and the sooner she was on her way, the sooner she could be back. Allowing a footman to assist her in the waiting carriage, Shazzelle gave Jezzalia and Sethalis a last wave as the carriage and troop of bodyguards left the inner courtyard and headed south.

Chapter Two

Shazzelle's plan was to first head south to Angir's Crossing, and then follow the river road north-east along the northern bank. That way she could catch up with the reinforcements and check on their state before travelling on to join the eastern army on the Upper Angir. The sight of the south bank of the Angir at the crossing still came as a shock to her, despite having heard Jezzalia's reports. The only flattened area was the road leading out of the shallow valley. Having seen the passage of both the Reshanian and Terranio armies, it had been pounded into its former state. Either side of this, work parties were still finishing filling in and marking the mass graves. Most of them would be listed as containing a certain number of unknown Mantrainer soldiers. So terrible had been the Reshanian attack that identification of many of the corpses had been impossible. It left Shazzelle with the thought that it could so easily have been Reshanian soldiers.

Another two days journey saw her catch up with the reinforcements. General Jerrard Fourtney, commander of the corps, informed her that they were well provisioned and expected to join the Eastern Army in five days. Satisfied with this, Shazzelle accepted Fourtney's offer of a tent and meal, and camped overnight with the soldiers. Her arrival at the Upper Angir camp two days later, caused a stir. Apparently, no messenger had arrived to warn them of her coming. A captain led her carriage to the command tent and announced her to the senior officers inside.

Her Royal Highness, Princess Shazzelle Dequane.

The officers and noblemen gathered around the table in the tent all bowed as Shazzelle entered.

You may rise, gentlemen, ordered Shazzelle when she reached them. Most of them she knew, one or two, she didn't. Her eyes fixed on the commander of the Eastern Army, Duke Richarde Ulver. He was also the duke responsible for the Eastern District. I take it that you weren't expecting me?

I'm afraid not, Your Highness, although we are, of course, delighted to see you, replied Duke Ulver, smoothly. He was politically experienced enough to conceal his surprise in most situations.

We've had reports of Hanadarian raiders operating behind our lines, Your Highness, added the young man at Ulver's side.

Shazzelle quickly put a name to him. Gaston, Ulver's son and heir. That doesn't surprise me, Ser Gaston. Interfering with the enemy's communication is a standard tactic of war. Gaston appeared pleased to be recognized, and nodded at Shazzelle's words. Shazzelle turned back to Duke Ulver. If you'd introduce everyone to me, then I'll explain what I'm doing here, and we can exchange briefings.

Of course, Your Highness, acceded Duke Ulver. This is Duke Parren, leader of the Valtarran forces… he indicated one of the men that Shazzelle didn't know. Parren was a middle-aged man, with dark-blond hair, and a broad nose. He bowed to Shazzelle as Ulver introduced him.

Your Grace, your presence here demonstrates the honor that Valtarra is famous for, coming swiftly to the aid of your ally, Shazzelle greeted him.

Your Highness is most kind, replied Parren, and Valtarra is most grateful for the aid Reshania supplied last year, saving our country from famine.

The other people unknown to Shazzelle were members of Parren's staff, and Shazzelle felt uncomfortable knowing little about them. When the introductions were done, Shazzelle handed Duke Ulver a scroll.

These are orders from Her Majesty making me commander of the Eastern Army, she waited as Ulver read through the proclamation. When he was done, she continued. Now, I know as little about commanding an army as I do about the mythical South Sea islands, so I'll be leaving you gentlemen to continue to run the army. You tell me what you need, and I'll make sure that you get it. My role is to require you to carry out the Queen's political goals. I'll tell you what I want done, and you tell me the best way to do it, if it can be done. I assure you, that I'm not going to order any suicidal attacks. This campaign will be conducted with the preservation of our soldiers foremost in our minds. Any questions?

The men around the table glanced at each other and eventually shook their heads. Duke Ulver turned from them back to Shazzelle. No, Your Highness. That seems quite clear.

Good, then you can brief me on the situation here, ordered Shazzelle, moving to stand at the map table.

Duke Ulver joined Shazzelle and indicated the map of the region. As you can see, not much has changed since we dug in here. The Hanadarian and Lopaller forces face us on the other side of the river. Both sides are watching the various crossing points up and down stream, but with our numbers roughly even, no one is inclined to attack into fixed defenses. The enemy seems to be content with bite and hold, Your Highness. Having taken a chunk of Eastern Reshania, I would imagine that they are waiting on reinforcements or news from the south that will compromise our position. That's where we stand. No one wants to risk an attack that could fatally weaken them.

Studying the map, Shazzelle nodded. And the commanders on the other side?

Crown Prince Guthrie Kommat of Hanadar is in overall command, his second is Duke Ramsgold, replied Duke Ulver.

Shazzelle frowned and looked up. Henrich Ramsgold? What's he doing here?

I'm not sure. My guess is that he's babysitting the prince. Perhaps Freidrick wanted a wiser and older head to keep an eye on things, ventured Duke Ulver. You know Ramsgold, Your Highness?

He was the Hanadarian Ambassador to Reshania during my regency, Shazzelle answered, considering the information. I would have thought he was too smart to get involved in this nonsense.

Well, if Freidrick gave him an order….? Duke Ulver suggested.

Perhaps, acceded Shazzelle, not convinced. And the Lopaller commander?

Duke Terrin Forwane, responded Duke Ulver. He has command of the Lopaller forces, and they are to the south side of the ford, but he takes orders from Guthrie.

Huh, breathed Shazzelle. That makes sense. Forwane is one of King Trellern's drinking cronies and has some military experience, enough to know what he doesn't know and take advice from those who do. Have there been any parlays?

Duke Ulver shook his head. Nothing serious, Your Highness. Just the usual nonsense of demanding each other's surrender when you know that you're not going to get it. We haven't spoken in weeks.

Well, that sounds like it sums things up nicely, unless anyone has anything else to add? Shazzelle looked around the table.

We look forward to serving under you, Your Highness, and hope that your presence here will inspire the troops to victory, said Gaston, fervently. Shazzelle saw his father wince at the youthfully exuberant words.

Thank you for your confidence, Ser Gaston, but it will take more than me chivvying the troops along to break the stalemate here, replied Shazzelle. And so it's time for my briefing. You gentlemen may need to sit down for this. She waited for everyone to take their places before beginning. Firstly, I apologize for not providing you with all the information you perhaps should have had in the last months. I'm now going to correct that. When Her Majesty returned from Terranio earlier this year, she announced that the treaty negotiations had failed. That was a lie. In fact, she signed a full defensive pact with King Ulmack. The Hanadarians and Lopallers might not realize it yet, but they are not only in a war with Reshania, Seahome and Valtarra, but with Terranio as well.

Great gods! exclaimed Duke Ulver. Hansett is going to have a fit when he finds out.

Oh, he already knows, Shazzelle assured him. Terranio light cavalry began operating behind Mantrainer lines almost a month ago, raiding their supply columns and stores. The main Terranio army passed through Camanden a week ago, headed south.

Then we're going to win? inquired Duke Parren, excitedly. I can't imagine the Southern Alliance forces standing up to the combined might of both Terranio and Reshania.

That's not been in doubt for two weeks now, replied Shazzelle with a predatory smile. The Queen's Companion, Master Fielder, came up with an ingenious plan to break the Southern Alliance's sehen shield. I can't give you the details, but I can say that it worked. The Reshanian army was able to tear a hole in the shield, hundreds of yards wide. We attacked through that gap and in the space of a morning, destroyed over fifty percent of the Mantrainer army.

There was silence for a moment and then everyone erupted into cheers, congratulating each other. Shazzelle waited patiently for the men to settle before continuing.

That's fantastic news, Your Highness, said Duke Ulver from where he was slapping his son on the back. And our losses?

Some, but nothing to speak of, replied Shazzelle. Our sehen and siege engines did most of the work before our troops even crossed the river. The remains of the Mantrainer forces were routed and are in full retreat to their homeland. The Forenzians and Jalhatis also took casualties, but they retreated in better order. However, they split from the Mantrainer forces and headed towards their own countries. We assume they are going to retake their homelands from the Mantrainers.

By the gods, I'd love to see Hansett's face right now, exulted Duke Ulver. He must be frothing at the mouth.

If you want to see him, then you can take a trip to Camanden, Shazzelle gleefully informed him. We have his body preserved on display there. We found him dead on the battlefield.

Those around the table erupted into celebration once more.

Then we've won, and the war is over, Your Highness? Gaston eventually managed to ask between the congratulations.

We've likely won, Ser Gaston, but the war is far from over, said Shazzelle. We still have to deal with the Southern Alliance, although Forenze and Jalhat will probably surrender. And then there's our unwelcome guests across the river. My brief from Her Majesty is to teach those swamp-slime backstabbers a lesson they won't forget. Now, the grins around the table turned feral. To whit, you can expect the arrival of a reinforced army corps the day after tomorrow. I left them yesterday morning. They have orders to turn inland and keep out of sight. You'll need to prepare an area for them at the rear of the camp here and preferably, without our enemy's knowledge.

Of course, Your Highness. I'll have it seen to, said Duke Ulver.

And then, this afternoon, we can plan our attack, continued Shazzelle, to the thumps of the men pounding the table with their fists. But first, I need lunch.

You'll have the best we have, a grinning Duke Ulver assured her.

After a boisterous meal, everyone returned to the map table to plan the next move.

So what now, Your Highness? A show of strength when the reinforcements arrive and then a call for surrender? inquired Duke Ulver in good humor, still carrying a wine goblet.

No, I don't think so, replied Shazzelle. She had been giving the matter some consideration over the last few days. Her Majesty requires that we teach the snakes opposite us a lesson. When Fourtney gets here, we should have a two-to-one advantage, yes?

About that, Your Highness, agreed Duke Ulver.

Ally also added some extra cavalry units and beefed up the sehen detachment. Fourtney's South-West Corps has double the usual number of sehen, Shazzelle continued.

Then that would increase our advantage to perhaps three-to-one, offered Duke Parren. The extra sehen alone will make a huge difference.

Good, so here's my thoughts, began Shazzelle. From the reports I've received, the Lopallers are less than enthusiastic about being in this war. If we can smash their army first, it could persuade them to sue for peace and leave us free to deal with Hanadar. Could we deploy enough forces to the attack to engage the Hanadarians and pin them in place, and at the same time, hit the Lopallers with our main strength, and smash them entirely?

The officers and nobles at the table look around at each other and then began to nod.

That's more than feasible, Your Highness, said Duke Ulver, but with our superiority in numbers, why not just attack across the whole front and defeat them that way?

I'm worried that someone over there will manage to organize a retreat and then we'll have to face them at Dekkan, replied Shazzelle with a frown. If we totally overwhelm the Lopallers and encircle the Hanadarians at the same time, then what's left of the Lopallers will be too busy running for home to think about making a stand at Dekkan. And the Hanadarians will be nailed down here. She looked up from the map to gauge their reactions and see if she was asking too much.

The nods were all approving. That's a workable strategy, Your Highness, agreed Duke Ulver, and we'd probably take less casualties that way. Smash the Lopallers with four or five-to-one odds, and then regroup to wipe out the Hanadarians with even greater numbers.

Then that's what I want, stated Shazzelle firmly. I'll leave you gentlemen to sort out the details of how its going to be done. Fourtney should get here tomorrow. He can have a day's rest the next day whilst we hold a parlay with Prince Guthrie. We'll move the troops into position that night and then attack at about dawn the following morning. Is that acceptable?

We can do that, Your Highness, Duke Ulver assured her.

And get some patrols out to take care of enemy scouts and raiders, finished Shazzelle. I want this all to come as a nice surprise for the prince.

General Fourtney and his troops arrived at midday the following day as expected, and whilst he was briefed on the plans, Shazzelle sent a messenger to Prince Guthrie requesting a parlay the following morning. Not wanting to let any of the enemy see the expanded Reshanian camp, Shazzelle was all too willing to accept Guthrie's offer to host the parlay. And so, mid-morning, Shazzelle, Ulver and Parren, escorted by Shazzelle's personal guard, crossed the river and made their way to the Hanadarian command tent. Waiting for them were Prince Guthrie, and Dukes Ramsgold and Forwane.

Guthrie's jet-black hair was set with a golden circlet to denote his rank. According to what Shazzelle remembered from her notes, he was in his early twenties, married but without children. Guthrie gave Shazzelle a nod of greeting. Your Highness, I was surprised to learn of your presence here. I understood that you rarely left Camanden.

A quick glance at Ramsgold told Shazzelle where that information had come from. Well, when Her Majesty commands, I obey, replied Shazzelle before addressing Ramsgold. Your Grace, it's been some years. They have been kind to you.

Your Highness is too kind, and I'm pleased to see you looking so well, Ramsgold complimented her in return.

Hah, you mean I've put on a few pounds, countered Shazzelle, and then turned to look at the third man. He was short, plump, and of an age with Ramsgold, that being mid-fifties. The hair on the crown of his head had already vanished, leaving a fringe around the top.

Have you met Duke Forwane? inquired Guthrie, indicating the man.

No, I don't think I have, which is surprising as I understand His Grace is such a close confidant of His Majesty, said Shazzelle, holding out her hand to Forwane, who gently took it and lightly kissed the back whilst bowing.

Your Highness' reputation precedes you and we're all astir wondering what brings you out here, replied Forwane.

As Forwane let go of her hand, Guthrie indicated the chairs around the table. Let us be comfortable whilst we discuss matters. Once everyone