Walking down the hillside, Daylon said, Now comes the reward.
Rodrigo said, So, the riches of Ithrace are ours for the taking?
Daylon put his hand on his old friends shoulder for a moment. You can have my share, I will march my men home. I am tired of this.
Daylon had been one of the few free barons who were truly independent and unallied. The rulers of Marquensas and Copper Hills had sworn to no king, but most of the remaining thirty barons had social or monetary obligations that effectively bound them to one of the great monarchs, at least until debts were repaid or obligations discharged.
Your oathmen wont object? asked Rodrigo.
My oathmen are free to travel with Their Majesties, Daylon replied dryly. I have no plans to campaign again soon, so should they wish to wager blood against gold, so be it. My castellans will come with me without complaint. I provide for them well enough.
You may feel free to choose, my friend, said Rodrigo, but from Lodavicos mood, your departure may be seen as insult. He might not care that mercenaries and other lowborn left without his leave you are hardly anonymous.
Hes going to be too busy fighting over Ithrace to notice Im not there. He shrugged as if it was of no concern. And if he does notice, he will not dare make an open issue of it, lest he offend the other free barons.
Rodrigo forced a smile. You are so well loved, then, my friend?
Daylon returned his faint smile. No, but should my freehold and lands be taken by Lodavico, what is your first thought, Rodrigo?
Whos next? he conceded. Rodrigo paused, stopping where he would leave Daylon to make his way back to his own encampment. Youve thought this through.
I have. All that I have done I did to ensure my family and peoples survival. Lodavico is covetous, and more than a little mad, but hes not stupid. Daylon gestured towards the carnage around them. A stupid man cannot scheme to end a rival kingdom in a single day. Lodavico planned this for a long time and in great detail, and he paid no small sum of gold to make it happen.
So, would he turn on me out of spite? Daylon shrugged and let out a small sigh of fatigue. He knows that every free baron, and their oathmen, would think as we do; and while alone none of us are a threat, united we could end his rule.
Rodrigo nodded in agreement. More than a few of Lodavicos oathmen would seize the opportunity to change their allegiance if all the free barons rose at once: he does not treat them gently. Release from his yoke would be worth the risk.
The day will almost certainly come, my friend, when Lodavico has earned enough ire to force an alliance of enemies, but that day is still years away. Too many rivalries have been exploited, too much distrust seeded among those who need to unite against Sandura, and too many willing to support him out of fear, or hope of benefit.
Daylon took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then with a wry smile he said, Yes, that day will come, but not today.
Rodrigo was thoughtful for a moment, and then dismissed the notion with a wave of his hand. Well, return home to that young wife of yours. If I dont go on to Ithra, Ill have rebellion to deal with: my castellans havent been paid for a while and I need my share of the booty to cover wages and leave us a little besides.
Scavenge well, my friend, said Daylon with a faint smile. The friends gripped each other by the right hand and touched chests. But a word of warning, Daylon spoke quietly in Rodrigos ear. A wise man prepares for the next war after his last battle, not when it is already sweeping across his land. He locked gazes with his friend. As I said, that war is coming, not soon, but eventually. The balance of power has shifted. He waved back towards the hill where Lodavico had stood minutes before. Sandura has the advantage for the moment, but with things now as they are, another may choose to seize it. One day someone will seek to become the new fifth king. Be ready for that day.
Do I hear ambition?
I seek no enlargement of my own holdings, but Id topple another ruler rather than lose whats mine. You need to think on this, old friend. Prepare not for the little wars, which will plague us soon, but for another such as this Daylon nodded towards the bloody field where crowns are the prize. He leaned even closer. Perhaps it will take five years, or ten, or longer, but certainly there will be that war. Lodavico is mad to be the high king. He lightly poked his finger against Rodrigos chest. In your heart you know his ambition as well as I do. Glancing around to ensure they were unheard, he continued. But Lodavico will eventually overplay his hand, and thats when we need to be prepared.
Rodrigo shook his head. Bleak advice. Then he sighed and said, But well considered. With a wave he walked away, and then paused as if a thought had struck him. He turned back to look at Daylon. Wasnt there a new baby?
I dont take your meaning. Daylons brow furrowed.
Rodrigo looked into Daylons eyes for a long moment. I thought Id heard word that the Firemane queen had delivered a late autumn child.