Unfortunately, that brief gratification had been... Unfortunately, that brief gratification had been smashed and annihilated when the letter reached Astibar, carried north this time, in recognition of its importance, by Siferval himselfCouched in unexpectedly sophisticated language it contained a message that, however politely and circuitously phrased, was flat and clear: the Quileian regretfully judged that Brandin of Ygrath was the greater, firmer power in the Palm, and as such, and being but green in his own power, he could not risk incurring the anger of the King of Ygrath by trading with Alberico, a minor lord of the Empire, much as he might want to
It was a letter that could easily drive a man into a killing rage
Fighting for self-control, Alberico had seen cringing apprehension in his clerks and advisors, and even a quickly veiled fear in the eyes of the captain of the Third CompanyThen, when Siferval handed over the second letter, the one, he explained, that he had so cleverly arranged to extract and copy from the saddle pouch of the overly garrulous Quileian emissary, Alberico felt all control deserting him
He had been forced to turn away, to stride alone to the windows at the back of the offices of state and draw gasping breaths of air to calm his boiling mindHe
deville watch could feel the tell-tale tremor beginning again in his right eyelid; the fluttering he'd never been able to get rid of since that night he'd almost died in the Sandreni WoodsHis huge hands grasping the window-ledge with a grip of iron, he struggled for the equanimity that would let him carefully weigh the implications of this intercepted message, but calm was a swiftly receding illusion and his thoughts in the morning sunlight were black and foaming like the sea in storm
Senzio! The Quileian fool sought to link himself with those dissolute puppets in the ninth province! It was almost impossible to credit that a man, however new to the world stage, could be such an imbecile
His back to his advisors and his captains, staring blindly out the window down upon the too bright Grand Square, Alberico abruptly began to consider how this was going to look to the wider worldTo the part of the world that mattered: the Emperor, and those who had his ear, and who saw themselves as rivals to AlbericoHow would the tidings be read, if Brandin of Ygrath was busily trading south, if Senzian merchants were blithely sailing past the Archipelago and down the coast beyond Tregea and the mountains to Quileian ports and all the fabled goods of
jumbo chanel flap bag that land, so long kept to themselves under the priestesses?
If the Empire alone was denied access to this new marketDenied access because Alberico of Barbadior was judged too infirm in his power here as compared to the Ygrathen in the west Alberico felt himself beginning to sweat; a cold trickle of moisture slid down his sideThere was a spasm of pain in his chest as a muscle clenched near his heartHe forced himself to breathe slowly until it passed
From the source of so much promise it suddenly seemed as if a dagger had materialized, more sharp and deadly than any enemy of his back in Barbadior might have fashionedHe had been thinking and dreaming about the ninth province all through the months of ice and snow, seeking a way in his restless nights to break out, to regain control of a situation that increasingly seemed to be operating upon him, instead of he upon it, as master of his destiny
And that had been in the winter, even before this news from beyond the mountains
Then, shortly after, even as the first flowers began blooming in the gardens of Astibar, there was moreIn the very same week word came from the west that someone had tried to kill Brandin of Ygrath
Had tried, and failedFor one blissful night Alberico played
big chanel out glorious scenarios of triumph in his sleepDreaming, over and over again, so keen was the pleasure, that the assassin, using a crossbow, they had learned, had succeeded in his purposeOh, it would have been so perfect, it would have been timed so flawlessly for him, dovetailing so neatly with his needsIt would have had to be seen as a gift, a shining upon his face, from the high gods of the EmpireThe entire Peninsula of the Palm would have been his in a year, in half a yearQuileia's crippled monarch, needing the outer world so desperately, would have had to embrace whatever terms of trade Alberico then chose to offer him
And the Empire? His, a year after all of that, at the very worst
With such an unchallenged power base here, he would not have even needed to wait for the ailing Emperor to finally dieHe could have sailed home with his armies as the champion and the hero of the peopleHaving first showered them with grain, with gold, with freely flowing wine from the Palm, and all the newly rediscovered wealth of Quileia
It would have been gloriousFor that one night Alberico let himself dream, smiling in his sleepThen he woke, and came down the stairs again to the offices of state and found all three of his captains
fendi spy bags waiting, grim-facedA new messenger was there with themFrom the west again, a single day after the first, with news that smashed twenty years of balancing into tiny, sharp-edged fragments that would never again be reassembled as they had been
Brandin had abdicated in Ygrath and named himself King of the Western Palm
On Chiara, the messenger reported, trembling at his lord's visage, they had begun celebrating within hours of the announcement
"And the Ygrathens?" Karalius of the First asked sharply, though he had no real right to speak
"Most will go home," the messenger said"If they stay they must become citizens, only equal citizens, of the new kingdom
"You say they will go home," Alberico said, his gaze flat and heavy, masking the feverish churning of his emotions"Do you know this, have you been told this, or do you only guess it to be so?"
The messenger turned grey, stammering some reply about logic and obvious consequences and what anyone could predict
"Have this man's tongue cut out then have him killed," Alberico saidFeed him to the animalsMy messengers bring me the news they learnI draw what conclusions are to be drawn
The messenger fainted dead away, toppling sideways to the floorIt could be seen that he had soiled
dolce purse hims