But east of the Straits of Darkness it was another matter. The border between the two giant nations had long borne witness to skirmishes and incursions as one side or the other sought advantage. The last time a major assault on the Kingdom had occurred had been on the heels of the invasion by the forces of the Emerald Queen. With the entire West in rubble, Kesh had moved against Krondor, only to be sent home with its tail between its legs by the power of the sorcerer Pug. He had scolded both sides against such wasteful recklessness and thus had earned the enmity of the Crown. Yet his lesson had held, as there had been little by way of conflict between the two giant nations for almost fifty years. The occasional border clash in the Vale of Dreams was not unusual, but this was the first hint of any major military action against the Kingdom by the Empire of Great Kesh.
Henry said, They expect a move against Krondor?
Reinman shrugged. What the Kings council expects, I have no idea. If Kesh moves against Krondor, Yabon will have to move south in support, and you no doubt will be sent east to support Yabon. But thats just speculation. All I know is that I have my orders from the mouth of Lord Jamison.
Richard or James?
James.
Henry let out a long sigh. Richard was the Princes Knight-Marshal, second cousin to James, who was a lot closer to the Crown in Rillanon. If the message came from him, it really did mean war was coming. So, Jim was in Krondor?
The man seems to be everywhere, said Reinman, mopping his head one more time with the towel. I dont know how he does it, but I hear from this bloke or that that he was seen a week ago in Rillanon, then I see him in Krondor, and unless hes sprouted wings and flown I dont know how he could do that short of killing a string of horses and not sleeping for a week.
He has his ways, obviously, said the Duke. Change into something dry and come into the hall. Dinners still on the table and Im sure the boys will pester you with questions once I tell everyone whats going on.
Youre going to tell everyone?
Remember where you are, Captain. This is Crydee. If theres been a Keshian spy around here in the last ten years he was lost and wandering far from anywhere he should be.
And I must instruct Earl Robert as well as send messages down to Tulan so Earl Morris can begin his muster. He smiled. After the entrance you made if you think I could tell my wife that this is a matter of state well, you dont remember my wife very well.
With a grin the captain said, Well, yes, there is that.
Besides, my boys are old enough that they need to learn some warcraft, and while Im loath to see them fight this young, they are conDoins.
Aye, my lord, there is that as well.
The Duke led Reinman into the hall where the others waited expectantly. He motioned for the servants to depart, then quickly recounted the very simple but vital order from the Crown.
Earl Robert shook his head. Muster. Its a bad time of year, my lord. Spring planting begins in a few weeks.
I know, but wars are inconvenient at any time of the year. Still, we can muster levies in stages. One man in three to report as soon as word reaches, outfit and train and return to the village in two weeks or three, the next man, then the last, and by the time we reach full muster, the planting should be in.
If the rain stops, added Martin with a sour expression. The ground wont be ready for most crops for a week if it stops tomorrow, Father.
Farmer, are you? asked Reinman with a grin.
Brendan returned the grin while Martin tried to suppress a chuckle. Father believes in the old virtues. We were forced to work at every apprenticeship in the Duchy for a week or two as we grew up, the better to understand the lives of our subjects.
The Kings subjects, corrected his father. The citizens of the duchy are ours to protect, but they belong to no man, not even the King, though they are charged to obey him. As are we. Such is the tradition of the Great Freedom, upon which our nation is founded.
So Ive been told, said Brendan rolling his eyes.
Martin changed the subject: Captain, how did you manage that event, in the harbour, with the light bubble in the midst of the storm?
Ah! said Reinman, obviously delighted. That was my weather witch.
Weather witch? asked the Duke.
Well, hes not really a witch, Ill grant you, but weather magician doesnt roll off the tongue quite as neatly. Besides, it annoys him.
Who is he?
Bellard, by name, answered the captain. One of the lot from Stardock. He was up with the elves north of here for a couple of years, learning weather magic from their spellweavers. He nodded in thanks as a mug of steaming mulled wine was presented to him by a servant. He sipped at this for a moment, then put down the mug and said, Quite good at it too, save for one problem.
What would that be? asked Earl Robert.
He drinks.
Ah, a drunkard, said Martin.
Well, not really, said the captain. He was having the devils trying to learn the magic, and got tipsy at one of the moon festivals or sun festivals or flower festivals or whatever it is the elves use as an excuse to get drunk and carry on, so they did, and apparently not wishing to offend his hosts, he did as well. Then the fun began. As I hear the story, after several cups of wine, he caused quite a little tempest in the middle of the forest. Took a few of the spellweavers a bit of time to make things right.
So Bellard discovered that because hes a human, not an elf, or at least thats what he thinks, he has to be drunk to make the magic work.
Ah! said Brendan in obvious delight. He must love that!
Actually, quite the opposite. Turns out the other thing Bellard discovered at that festival was he didnt care for strong drink. We have to hold him down and pour the grog down his gullet if we need his craft.
Everyone was wide-eyed at that, and indeed Brendan and his father were both open-mouthed as well. Then the room erupted into laughter. Even the captain chuckled. He fair hates it, really. But he drinks and does a masterful job, as you could see tonight, creating that bubble of calm in the middle of the storm. He pushed us along with a steady wind for three days, once, on a run from Rillanon around the southern nations up to Krondor when we would have been becalmed for goodness knows how many days. Had the grandfather of all thumping heads for days after that and a sour stomach to put a man off food for life.
Why does he do it? asked Lady Bethany. Surely there are other magics hes more suited to?
I dont know, said Reinman with a laugh. Perhaps its because I told him he was pressed into service on the Princes writ and had no choice?
You didnt? said the Duke. The press was outlawed after the war with the Tsurani.
Yes, said Reinman with an evil barking laugh, but he doesnt know that.
Laughter burst out again, though Brendan and the ladies all looked pained at the amusement at such duplicity. Reinman said, In the end, he will be well rewarded. His service to the Crown will not be taken for granted.
Martin said, What of Hal?
Yes, added Brendan, should he be recalled?
As to that, replied Reinman before the Duke could answer, for the time being, the Prince would appreciate it if we kept word of the Western muster from Eastern ears.