Trust the Heavens but tie your horse.

Callowan proverb

It was past dawn when the last soldier crossed the gate.

As soon as Robber stepped foot in Arcadia I had him prepare his cohort for scouting, but held off on sending him until Marshal Rankers legion was through. A few quiet sentences with her and moments later a thousand goblins melted into the countryside, with warnings about fae patrols and the kind of tactics theyd deployed so far. I had a pavilion mounted for me half a mile away from the gate, surrounded by Nauks two thousand, and settled on a folding chair while my few mages tended to the injuries of the surviving members of my retinue. I could have gone to sleep, but I still was too angry to rest and unwilling to miss anything. Instead I sat chewing on my mistake with a wineskin in hand as the reports began filtering in. There was not a soul within a mile of the gate, the scouts said. Neither was there any sign of the bodies Id left behind, and even the places Id skirmished at were now pristine: no sign of fire or fighting. Half a bell later one of Rankers officers reported her line had found a road to the west that looked like it was leading to the towers in the distance.

When the sun finally rose over the horizon, it found me still in the pavilion. Thered been one last development, not too long ago: Robbers cohort had caught a fae close to the road, when confirming it led to the towers. Said towers, the report also elaborated, were actually a fortress. One whose walls were now manned. They knew we were coming. I sent word to the Marshal and the Duchess to join me the moment the hamstrung fairy was brought into camp, Hakram hovering behind me. He felt guilty about not having been with me when Id run into trouble, as if I hadnt been the one to order him to say in Creation to supervise.

Would have made no difference if you were there, I said.

You dont know that, he gravelled.

It this wasnt about power, Hakram, I said. I alone would have been able to cut down a third of them, if theyd fought the way I wanted them to. The Gallowborne would have wiped them out if it had been a melee. Theyve killed harder things than lesser fae. We fought them badly I fought them badly, and I lost.

You did as well as you could, he said.

Theyre not invincible, I told him, irritated at the attempt at comfort. They picked their ground, their time and the lay of the engagement. We just need to start thinking of them as a proper army instead of just a troupe of fairies, because theyre sure as Hells fighting like one.

Well said, Duchess Kegan stated, her approval a tad condescending.

The ruler of the Deoraithe was not growing on me, it had to be said. I wanted to like her, I really did, but she was like the human version of a stone in your boot. Ranker brushed past her rudely, to the highborns irritation, and I was careful not to show amusement. Id gotten this far by pretending to be above the bickering, taking sides would be surrendering what little advantage I had.

Your boy caught one of them, then, the Marshal said, gingerly climbing atop a folding chair and helping herself to my wine.

She sniffed at the nozzle, hairless brow rising.

Vale summer wine? Fancy.

She drank anyway, not that it would do much for her. Goblins were better a processing liquor and poison than either orcs or humans.

Robbers good at finding things, I said, letting my voice carry enough that said Special Tribune would hear it from behind the pavilion flap where he was currently lurking.

Stabbing them too, my murderous minion contributed with a grin as two other legionaries from his cohort dragged a fae heavily bruised and missing an arm.

Male, this one. More lightly armoured than the ones Id run into, but his leather armour bore the same symbol Id seen on the tabard of the patrol: a green oak. His remaining hand and feet were bound tightly, leaving him unable to do anything but kneel at an uncomfortable angle.

I wont need you for the interrogation, I told Robber.

The goblin pouted, which on his face looked positively horrifying. Like a fish trying the same, but with needle-like teeth peeking through.

Can I watch at least? he wheedled.

Scram, I said, and he read the mood correctly.

He swaggered away without pushing it, arms around the shoulders of his two cohorts, and I refrained from sighing at the sight. There were witnesses. The fae was gagged, so I rose to my feet to force down the cloth.

Whose lands are we in? I asked.

The soldier spat on my boot.

Not the answer I was looking for, I said.

Call back the boy, Ranker shrugged. And send for knives.

Torture will take time, the Duchess frowned.

Better to move delayed than move blind, the Marshal said.

Hakram cleared his throat, drawing their attention. I glanced at him.

You forget you have a Named leading you, the orc said.

Ah. Well, Id never used it on fae before but considering how they were bound to stories it might actually work better than on mortals.

Answer my questions, I Spoke.

He twitched, fighting against the order, but eventually stilled.

Whose lands are we in? I repeated.

The Count of Olden Oak, the fae said.

How many soldiers do you have? Duchess Kegan asked.

The fae smiled sardonically and said nothing. Ah, the wording. I asked him the question as Ranker sent the tan woman a mocking look.

Two thousand, he said through gritted teeth.

Any other nobles here? I asked.

The Baron of Dawning Day.

I frowned. That was two titled fae, which struck me as too many for the middle of nowhere. Werent most of the nobles out with the army of Summer?

Ask him where in Arcadia we are, Ranker said, thoughts going along the same line.

The border marches, the fae replied when I did.

The two older women exchanged looks.

If we march a sennight to the north, what will we find? I asked.

That was, after all, about where I felt Id be able to make a gate out. Let it not be the city of Summer, let it not be

The lands of the Princess of High Noon.

I needed to start being more careful about what I wished for, I decided. I glanced at the other commanders of the army, silently asking if they had any other questions. Neither did. I shot Hakram a look, and without any need for words he stepped forward and casually snapped the prisoners neck.

Be a dear and drag that outside, would you? I said.

He snorted in amusement, but obeyed.

So we need to march deeper into Summer, Ranker said, sharp eyes on me.

And quickly, I grunted. Theyll consider this an invasion, theres a good chance theyll recall their armies from Creation to drive us out.

Then the fortress had to be taken, Duchess Kegan said. We cant leave two thousand soldiers at our back, not with the amount of supplies we carry.

Agreed, I said. Reports said it was a castle, curtain walls at least forty feet high. Legion standard?

The last two words were spoken looking at the Marshal, who nodded pensively.

Mages around the siege weapons, to ward from their magics, she added. Securing replacements out here would be difficult.

Weve no notion of how long it would take to break down fae walls with mortal trebuchets, Duchess Kegan said disapprovingly.

I understand time is an issue, Duchess, I said impatiently, but Im the only one here whos tangled with them. We rush those walls and well lose thousands, likely to no gain.

If you use legionaries, yes, she said. The Watch will take the walls and open the gates. Be ready to invest the fortress and deal with the nobles.

I raised an eyebrow.

You didnt bring any ladders, I pointed out. Or any siege fixtures at all, for that matter.

She smiled thinly.

There will be no need for them, she said.

I glanced at Ranker, who chuckled.

At worst theres fewer Deoraithe in existence, she said, tone making it clear she believed this to be no great loss.

I eventually nodded. If nothing else, Id get to have a look at why so much fuss was always made about the Watch.

We march, then, I said.

Nauks two thousand took point. There screens of goblins to the side in case any surprises had been laid out for us, but our advance went unchallenged until we came in sight of the fortress. It was an impressive piece of work, compared to a mortal castle, but compared to the likes of Skade it was rather mundane. Pale walls encircled four towers, whose only hint of sorcery was the way they were intertwined in a way that evoked roots. Glittering soldiers in the same silvery chain mail and tabard as the patrol stood atop the rampart, armed with bows and swords. There werent two thousand up there, by my estimation maybe half that which meant theyd kept reserves. The large oaken gate opened when Nauks legionaries ceased marching well out of bow range, a single mounted man riding out even as I frowned. Behind me the allied army spread, the Deoraithe host right behind while the two legions took the wings. I didnt even need to focus to feel the power wafting from the rider, or notice it wasnt in the league of the Winter counts Id encountered. The baron the prisoner had mentioned? Hakram at my side, we watched the fae caracole atop his white steed and raise his lance in a mocking salute.

You have entered the lands of Summer Eternal, invaders, he called out. Only death awaits you here.

I heard someone striding towards me, Nauks legionaries parting for them. I wouldnt be taking the Gallowborne with me today, not after the losses theyd incurred. Farrier had protested but his own shoulder was only held together by mage healing, and if it got broken again within a fortnight hed be crippled for life.

A champion, Duchess Kegan said, occupying the side of me Adjutant didnt. How quaint.

Id read enough about Deoraithe to know what they thought about this kind of posturing in matters of war. I didnt answer, waiting for the armies to reach their assigned positions as the fae continued yelling.

Are all of you cowards? the rider called out. Will not a single of you meet this Baron of Dawning Day on the field to redeem your honour?

Hes in crossbow range, Adjutant said. Shall we give him a princely answer?

I chewed over that.

I dont trust our shots to put him down, I finally said.

I have the finest bowmen in Calernia under my command, the Duchess said.

Better to kill him now, so hes not on the walls to make trouble for your people, I said. Hakram. Can you do it?

The orc looked at the baron for a long moment.

Shouldnt be too much trouble, he said.

Then shut the bastard up, I ordered.

He laughed, clapping my shoulder before striding away. I felt the Duchess gaze on me.

A princely answer, she repeated. Is is true, then. You had the Exiled Prince shot instead of duelling him.

If I personally killed everyone in my way Id never have time for anything else, I lightly replied.

She let out a sound that could be construed as amused.

Perhaps there is some of the blood in you, she conceded.

That would have been slightly more touching if she hadnt just spent the better part of a month being a pain in my arse. If she wanted to rope me in using my Deoraithe heritage she was barking up the wrong tree, regardless. I knew nothing about my parents and to be frank I wasnt particularly curious. Whoever theyd been, they had nothing to do with the person I was now. Still, the woman did have twenty thousand soldiers under her command and they wouldnt be going anywhere after the scuffle against Akua was over. Needlessly antagonizing her would be foolish.

All Ive ever known of Daoine was through books, I said. Oh, and one of your relatives that put an arrow in me that one time.

You spared her, the Duchess said. That did not go unnoticed.

Truth be told that had more to do with Blacks orders than any notion of mine, but I saw no need to tell her that. That aside, wonder of wonders: for once my reputation for leaving a trail of corpses in my wake was coming in useful. People were starting to assume that whenever I didnt kill someone I did it on purpose.

Shes a talented archer, I said. An inch to the side and it would have cleaved my spine. Itd be a shame to waste that kind of talent.

High praise, Kegan said. Perhaps she will live up to it today.

I raised an eyebrow.

Shes here?

She finished her oaths last year, the Duchess said. The entire Watch was mobilized to put down the madwoman in the south. An unexpected turn of events, that Daoine would share an enemy with you, but not entirely unwelcome.

Well now, that was positively friendly. Id have to be a special kind of idiot for that sudden thawing of tone not to worry me. Especially since it was happening the first time we were having a conversation out of Marshal Rankers earshot, surrounded only by soldiers known to be loyal to me. The picture that was painting was very, very dangerous. I clenched my fingers and unclenched them. I could try to probe her intentions and beat around the bush, but that kind of game wasnt my specialty. I could cope with it in small doses, but I wasnt betting on getting the upper hand against a woman whod ruled a duchy for several decades. Fuck it. It was sad to admit, but I had more burnt city incidents that diplomatic victories under my belt.

Youre talking a lot more sweetly than usual today, I bluntly said.

There will be an after the war, Duchess Kegan said. It is not too early to begin considering it.

In my experience, people who talk that vague are tiptoeing about treason, I noted.

Her face showed no reaction. Why was everyone trying to negotiate with me so good at keeping their thoughts hidden?

Your actions of late might be considered that, the Duchess said. Dissolving the Ruling Council. Naming a former rebel Governess-General of Callow. Replacing every Praesi governor with a Callowan, save for one.

Denier, that. The man under Rankers thumb had never given me an excuse so Id had to settle for waiting out his term. I could see what she was hinting at, and I needed to shut down that avenue right now if I didnt want a third godsdamned civil war in a row to erupt the moment Diabolists head ended up on a pike.

Callow will stay under the Tower, I frankly replied. That isnt up for debate. The nature of that relationship, however, will be renegotiated. I have backing in this.

The older womans eyes narrowed to slits.

Does the Carrion Lord mean to depose the Empress? she asked, finally discarding the pretences.

No, I replied, about as sure of this as I could be with someone like my teacher.

Interesting days ahead, the Duchess finally said.

Procer is coming, I said. Not this year, I dont think, but within the decade.

Offers were made, during the rebellion, Kegan acknowledged.

Id always suspected, to be honest, but it was still an upset to have that suspicion confirmed. While Id been fighting a war with swords against the Lone Swordsman, thered been another war entirely going on behind the scenes. I was only now beginning the grasp the form of it, and what I learned was chilling.

Let me guess, I said. Independence and an alliance?

As well as a princess for my grandson, when they come of age, she replied.

But you didnt bite, I said.

Grudges incurred after the Third Crusade have yet to be settled, the Duchess said, tone harsh.

I frowned. The Deoraithe held on to slights like a drowning man to driftwood, but that still felt like too weak a reason. It wasnt like Praes hadnt taken regular runs at the Wall for over a thousand years. Hells, Dread Empress Triumphant had infamously crucified a King of Daoine for not bowing low enough.

And? I probed.

She hesitated, then continued.

The Watch has guarded the Wall for a long time, Duchess Foundling, but that is not what it is meant for, she replied. The border being quiet allows us to tend to an older duty.

There was fervour in her voice, by the time she finished speaking. The Deoraithe hate the elves. That was no great mystery. Perhaps not common knowledge, but any book about Daoines history made a point of mentioning it the Deoraithe had once lived in what was now the Golden Bloom before being driven out of it. Warlock had once theorized in front of me that the Watch was meant to imitate the strange abilities elves gained as they grew old, gaining through sorcery what the others were born to. Was that what she meant? That without the orcs raiding west Daoine could turn its attention to the elves?

A conversation to finish at another time, Kegan said. The duel you ordered is coming.

The entire conversation hadnt taken long, but in that span Hakram had made his way through Nauks legionaries. My Adjutant had always been tall even for an orc, and I was almost certain hed grown taller since coming into his Name. Not as broad-shouldered as Nauk or stout as Juniper, but he carried himself with a presence nowadays that had an almost physical weight to it. Hed grown into his power and it showed. Hakram no longer used the sword and and shield that had been his lot as a legionary: first hed traded the sword for an axe, then the shield for another axe in the wake of our fights with the fae. Hed told me that if we were going to keep fighting creatures that could cut through steel like parchment hed rather carry a second blade than dead weight. The weapon the orc took in hand as he strode onto the field was more a long and large hatchet than a battle axe in a conventional sense, goblin steel forged into a haft and head he still twirled like it weighed nothing. The Baron of Dawning Day ceased his strutting atop a horse when a challenger appeared, reining in his horse and guiding it to face Adjutant.

The legionaries in the first ranks began stomping their feet and it spread like fire among the Fifteenth, goblins and orcs and men of every stripe. The ground shook under two thousand steel-shod boots, and to that harsh meter voices rose to match.

Dead the hand and dead the man,

Sharp the blade and sharp the fang

For no matter how tall they stand

When iron rests we see them hang.

Hakrams stride went unbroken as he called out to the fae, his words drowned out by the voices and beat as to the sides of the host the other Legions of Terror joined their boots to the song. Ten thousand souls stomping as my legionaries sang their eerie anthem. The Baron of Dawning Days lance descended and without any further taunts he charged.

Lord or priest or knight in pale

On burning hill or dawning vale

The scale settles it all the same:

Red and broken lies the name.

Adjutant did not move, calmly awaiting the charge. My heartbeat quickened at the sight, but I trusted in him. Given his size and strength, the natural comparison among the Calamities for my right hand was Captain. Id fought them both, though, and knew that was a mistake. Sabah was strength and swiftness unrelenting, more hurricane than woman when moved to violence. Hakram Hakram fought like Black. Even more than I did. Patient and measured and ruthlessly brutal in motion. The lance shone brightly under the sun, but still the orc did not move. Only when the mass of muscle and steel was teen strides away from him did his hand whip out: the axe spun, blade sinking through steel plate between the eyes of the Barons charger.

Dead the hand and dead the man,

Sharp the blade and sharp the fang

For no matter how tall they stand

When iron rests we see them hang.

The white horse died and momentum carried it in a messy slide across the grass as the Baron deftly leapt off it and landed like a cat on the ground. Adjutant moved three steps to the side, taking his second axe in hand as the dead horse tumbled just past him. Casting his lance aside, the Baron of Dawning Day unsheathed a sword bright as the morning he was titled after. The orc awaited him patiently, unmoved by the sight. In the blink of an eye the fae was on him, sword leaving trails of light behind every swing as he furiously tried to take his opponents life. Calmly giving ground, Hakram avoided a cleave turned into a thrust a little too shallowly: the green skin of his cheek parted under fae steel, leaving a blackened mark like it had been burnt. The Baron avoided the haft of the axe with mocking ease, but it was a distraction: Adjutants fist caught him in the chin. Bone broke, for an orcs strike was no small thing and this orc had strength beyond mortal bounds. Spitting teeth, the fae snarled furiously and harsh light bloomed in front of him. I sucked in a breath: even from where I stood I could feel the heat of it, and so close it would have been impossible for Hakram to dodge it.

Queen or king or Heavens get

Never unpaid goes their debt

Learn bitter with the last breath

The left hand gives only death.

When the light died out, Adjutants smoking frame towered three feet back from whered hed been. He was steaming like cooked meat but unharmed. I could still feel the wisps of his Name on him, the remnants of the aspect hed called on: Stand. Hed withstood the strike of a demon using it, once. Fae sorcery was lesser in comparison. I saw his axe had been turned to blackened scraps by the Barons power, though, and felt a sharp surge of fear. The sound of his laughter dispersed it. Hed been driven back to the horses side by the impact, and deftly he claimed back the axe hed left in the mounts head. He didnt close the distance again, though, which I found strange. Though visibly shaken by the way his sorcery had failed to quell his opponent, the Baron immediately returned on the offensive. Light flared around the blade, and only then did I understand Adjutants intent. The orcs legs lowered, the muscles of his arm flexed and his skeletal hand dug into the horses flesh: with a loud grunt, he seized the entire corpse like a mace and smashed it into the charging fae. The Baron hastily tried to cut through the flesh, but only succeeded in parting the belly: the mass still ploughed him downwards like a fragile doll. The carcass bubbled and burst in a shower of gore as the fae emerged, panting, but there was no recovering from his misstep. The crescent blade of the axe caught him him in the neck, cleaving to the spine. The orc booted his stomach to wrench the steel out, leaving him twitching in the gore, then calmly cleaved straight into his skull.

Dead the hand and dead the man,

Sharp the blade and sharp the fang

For no matter how tall they stand

When iron rests we see them hang.

Dead. And now, just now, when the sight of it was still fresh in the eyes of the fae above? That was the moment to strike. Even as thousands of feet thundered in approval and Hakrams blood-red axe rose to the sky, I drew Duchess Kegans attention.

Now, I said. Send them in now.

The older woman nodded slowly, still troubled by what shed just seen, and drew a red scarf from a pouch on her side before holding it up. Without a sound, two thousand men and women of the Watch broke into a perfect run. Like the song had said, there were scales to settle.

And like the song had said, Summer would lie red and broken for it.