An enemy will remember you long after your dearest friends forget your face. Consider this, when you choose yours.

Argea Theodosian, Sacker of Cities, Tyrant of Helike

Under the moons light the outskirts of Salia were still a pale field of snow, but I almost started in surprise at the warmth of the breeze. Winter was dying, at last. At my right, Archer nonchalantly strolled forward as she strung her overlarge bow. I spared a moment to admire the deftness of her fingers as she did, and the strength of the arms hidden by mail and coat. At my left it was Akua Sahelian that tread the snow without leaving footsteps, so ethereally graceful she might as well have been gliding. Under the guise of Advisor Kivule she wore long black veils hiding her face, though the splendid black velour ballroom dress shed decided to wear for out little walk provided insisted reminders she was one of the most attractive people Id ever seen.

Its called a Segovian cut, Indrani idly provided.

I tore away my gaze from the small slits in the dress skirts thatd allowed glimpse of the smooth legs beneath. I did not reply, knowing from long experience that if I engaged it would be the verbal equivalent of leaping headfirst into quicksand. Akua had several veils over her face, and yet somehow I could still feel her smirking.

They wear those for dances they have, where the women spin and-

Well need to pass by my rooms so I can take my cloak, I interrupted, pretending I had no interest in her finishing that story.

Segovian cut, was it? Id have someone look into that, there might be one thatd fit Indrani lying around Salia. Although, I couldnt ask it of Adjutant. That would be uh. No, definitely not Hakram. And Hells, now that I thought about it, if I sent for anything like thered be a report about it on the desk of the First Prince, the Empress and Gods forbid maybe even my father before the day was out. That made the whole notion a lot less enticing, although there might be other ways. Still, if it ended up that I had to call on the smugglers among the Jacks to get Indrani into a revealing dress without half the crowns on Calernia knowing of it I was going to find a tall cliff to leap down it. Even as Archer continued to heckle me I began to hobble towards my quarters, but quiet undercurrents in the Night warned me company was coming.

My Lord of Silent Steps emerged of the darkness between two crowded houses, the purple and silver paint of the Losara Sigil so intrinsically part of Ivah nowadays that I could hardly recall what it looked like without. Ivahs presence was ever welcome, and once more it was bringing to me what I required before I even thought to ask. Arm extended, it offered me the Cloak of Woe.

Losara Queen, it greeted me.

Lord Ivah, I replied. My thanks.

I wrapped it around me, fingers rising to fasten the broach binding it closed under my throat, and the familiar weight of old mistakes and victories on my back was a reassuring thing. My hand had been filled by a sword, once. First of goblin steel, then of ice and shade, and after that of obsidian only once unsheathed. The dead yew staff that felt cool against my palm, somehow fitting it perfectly, was still a fresh choice: not one I had not fully embraced, for the consequences of it were not all known. The mantle on my back, though? It was like an old friend, and even just wearing it made me feel sharper in thought and deed.

Should I rouse the Mighty to war, First Under the Night? Ivah asked. Steel-clad soldiers march on your camp.

No, I easily replied. It will not come to that. The Mighty will have may wars to wage, in the coming nights. This need not be one of them.

Or even a war at all, if I could finagle that. I wasnt sure why the League of Free Cities would choose to lash out against me of all the rulers in Salia even if Malicia was the one pulling the strings, it hardly seemed a winning venture for her but I had no intention of allowing what was coming to develop into yet another front for Callow to fight a war on. I did not invite Ivah to accompany us out in the snows, and it did not presume to invite itself. The Leagues people were much further out than we were, since theyd left long before I even began to set out, but as I reached for the Night and let it empower my sight I saw they were hardly a single unified band. Out of the four thousand soldiers that the League of Free Cities had been allowed to bring, maybe two thousand were on the march. One thousand yet remained in their camp, across the distant field, and the rest was marching away. South, although they were split into two groups and one must have left recently to still be so close to the Leagues town-camp.

Archer, I said. You followed their movements from the start, yes?

Youre wondering about the stagger, she said, sounding amused.

The two packs of deserters, yeah, I frowned. If the second wave was deserters who hesitated Id not think of it twice, but theyre moving in an orderly manner. Ranks, supply wagons.

First group to walk out was Atalante, Indrani told me. Packed up their affairs, assembled their soldiers and diplomats and left without looking back.

Which was not entirely surprising, I thought. Atalante had no real allies in the League, at the moment. Itd been at odds with Delos before the Tyrant upended the apple cart and started a round of civil war, and from what I understood the closest city itd had to an ally, Penthes, had only been interested in using the chaos to grab some of the eastern Delosi holdings. Now that there was no Hierarch to compel the city to war against the Grand Alliance, they were likely to head home to lick their wounds instead of linger on foreign fields. If I had to guess, Id put coin on the second band being the Bellerophon soldiery, and the old-fashioned tight formations I could glimpse in the distance held up to that perspective. It made no sense theyd waited for so long to leave, though.

What happened with the Bellerophon delegation? I asked.

Mind you, I only saw from a distance, Indrani cautioned.

You can put an arrow in a wasp from a mile away, Indrani, Akua amusedly said.

Sure, but I could exactly hear what they were saying, Archer reminded us. Still, as far as I could tell the kanenas tried to execute the general.

I saw no point in asking why, given that Bellerophons laws had been written not even by a single raving lunatic but by a whole assembly of them, many of them violently opposed to each other in their ravings but every single one rabidly incensed by even the hint of foreign meddling in their common lunatic affairs. For all I knew, theyd wanted to executed him because hed combed his hair the wrong way on the third day of the month. Tried, though, was something worth asking about.

They defied the authority of their mage-inquisitor? I said. Id never heard about one of them doing that before.

The kanenas dropped dead all of a sudden, Archer replied, shaking her head. And then they spent a while arguing about that.

I shiver went up my spine, and against my will I glanced up at the night sky. At what might lay behind it, waiting. What had become of the Hierarch was not yet clear, I thought, but surely all that he was must be tied up in his struggle against Judgement? The mere notion of Anaxares the Diplomat having become some sort of watchful angel to the Republic of Bellerophon was enough to make me sick in the stomach. I shook my head and focused anew.

That doesnt explain why theyre so far beyond Atalante, I finally said. Unless they argue for nearly ten hours.

Funny story, Indrani grinned, mouth half-hidden by her scarf, they actually headed north first. Then they saw a road marker that said they were headed towards Salia and argued for an hour before turning south.

And whats so funny about that? I said, brow rising.

It was incompetence, but honestly a fairly mild one in nature. It wasnt unheard of for professional armies to need to catch their bearings, that this particular half-trained mob would have to as well wasnt anything unusual. Especially since wed all come here through the Twilight Ways, which would be highly disorienting for those unfamiliar with Arcadian journeys. An embarrassing mistake, maybe, but nothing worth a grin.

Well, the general, Indrani said. You know, the one that didnt die? I think he must have been the one who chose the directions, because-

They executed him, I sighed.

She chuckled at that, and to my utter lack of surprise even Akuas body language hinted a smile under the veils. Yeah, well, between Wolofs golden child and the favourite pupil of the Lady of the Lake I supposed the general sense of humour for this company tended towards the dark.

Bellerophon and Atalante flee the field, then, Akua calmly said. We face numbers diminished and disunited. Who was it that lingered in the Leagues lodgings?

The people in the camp are mostly Mercantis mercenaries and the Delosi, Indrani said. Everyone else is headed here, but not together.

Should I guess? I grunted. Stygia and Penthes together. Nicae will have made room for a few members of the Secretariat with their own people, their Basileus needs all the friends he can make right now. Helike will come alone.

Penthes came with Nicae, Archer corrected, though youre right about the Secretariat. Stygia and Helike march without allies, even each other.

I worried my lip.

Penthes is Malicias hook in the League, I said. And Malicia just broke Nicaes naval power in a single stroke, so why is Basileus Leo Trakas tolerating them at his side?

There were only two cities among the League that might feasibly be able to scry on par with Procer, much less Callow or Praes, Akua pointed out. Stygia and Helike, and even the latter held true mostly on the back of the many deals made by Kairos Theodosian. Neither of these have an interest in passing such news along to Leo Trakas.

Hakram assessed he still didnt know during the conference, but even now? I frowned.

Itd been at least two days since the disaster, by my reckoning.

Dearest heart, Akua said, sounding amused, not all realms are so blessed as yours, to have inherited the scrying rituals of Praes and then been graced with the work of one of the most brilliant practitioners in living memory, the Observatory of Laure. Though your nets are not as wide and your spies nowhere as deeply planted as the Empires, Callowan long-distance scrying is likely the most swift and reliable on the continent.

I grimaced as I considered that. It was true that even when Id begun as the Squire Id had access to the reports and assessments of the Eyes of the Empire as well as Legion scrying, and then spent near every campaign that followed with Masego at hand. My standards for the swiftness information was transmitted at were probably askew from most peoples, as Akua was so gently implying. Besides, scrying was largely Trismegistan as far as rituals went though the Principates Order of the Red Lion used a formula Masego had noted as being raw, primitive and influenced by Jaquinite methods and the Free Cities werent exactly practitioners of that. There were some local magics, from what I remembered reading, but no dominant school or unified tradition. The Stygian Magisterium were the finest sorcerers in the region, but they werent sharing their secrets and it was a point of pride for them theyd been practicing sorcery for longer than the Praesi. Which the Praesi denied, of course, but that sort of historical pride pissing match tended to continue because no one could really be sure either way.

All right, I said. So Basileus Leo sees the League is falling apart. Stygias the traditional rival of his city among the League as well unpalatable for the slavery besides, and Helikes the power hes trying to dislodge from the place of first among equals. Everyone knew Bellerophon couldnt be kept in the fold from the start, Im guessing, so doubtless they didnt even try.

That Atalante walked away implies he is failing to consolidate the League, Akua noted. He would have attempted to keep the preachers from walking, if only for their coffers and healers.

Indrani laughed.

So in Leos hour of need, his buddies from Penthes come to offer support, she said. And hes got no ideas that Malicias hand is up the ass of the Exarchs, moving the lips so theyll say all the right things.

Colourfully put, but not inaccurate.

You think she wants to prop up Leo Trakas and make a puppet of him? I guessed. I dont see how it can hold all that long. As soon as he hears about Still Water being used on his fleets, he turns on them in fury. He has to, his own people will stone him in the streets if he doesnt.

Agreed, Akua said. I would wager his usefulness is purely temporary, and the man himself disposable.

Yeah, Sahelians got that one pegged. Hes an arrow loosed, not a lasting catspaw, Indrani said. Aint like the Towers ever been shy about using people and then tossing them away.

We are in agreement this is a ploy of the Empress, then? I said.

It seems likely, Akua agreed.

Wed already be hip-deep in corpses if this was the Dead Kings work, Archer frankly replied.

Good, I grunted, eyes fixed on the shapes approaching in the distance. Then we tread carefully. Im not willing to hand her yet another fucking victory tonight.

We slowed and stopped without ever needing to speak a word, my limp carrying me atop a slight hill on the plains and the two of them coming to stand by my side as we waited for the League to walk the last stretch separating us. We could have met them halfway and gotten to speaking more quickly, but that would have been sending the wrong message: it was them coming to me, not us meeting as equals. The Tyrant had not made granted the same quantity of soldiers to all members of the League when making the delegation, that much was made clear by those advancing towards us. The two Exarch-claimants of Penthes had maybe three hundred foot with them, with the looks of professional soldiers about them: long mail shirts of good quality, crested helms with full cheek guards and oval shields. Their spears were unlike the long beasts the Stygians used in their phalanx, only about the height of a man, and they bore not swords but long-shafted axes at their hips.

The forces of Nicae, themselves numbering closer to five hundred, steady sword and board men in chainmail and cuirasses though they used small round steel shields and straight-edged sabers instead what Id equip a shield wall in in their place. They had about a hundred riders as well, though it was only light horse. Long lances and javelins as well as what looked like armour of leather and cloth had me almost rolling my eyes. Aside from riding down conscripts, I hardly saw what good that kind of cavalry could ever do in a proper battle. Theyd shatter under Legion crossbows in a hurry, and Gods wouldnt that be a horrible waste of good warhorses? The Stygians had brought a mere two hundred, their Spears of Stygian with their long spears raised high advancing at brisk pace as the few mounted people ahead I assumed to be magisters keeping an eye on the slave-soldiers. Kairos Theodosian had not been a man afraid to stack the deck in his favour, so it was the Helikean force of nearly nine hundred that was by far the largest of the approaching contingents.

Men-at-arms with their scale armour and sharp blades, the steady foot that was the foundation of Helikean warfare, counted six hundred. They moved in formation and good order. The last three hundred, however, were a sight that half-surprised me: kataphraktoi. Id confiscated the equipment of the four thousand cataphracts thatd warred on my army in Iserre and sent them back to Kairos with a broken finger each, but it seemed at least part of that force had been raised anew. The broken finger Id not expected to keep them down for too long, not with so many priests among the League army, but the horses and armaments were surprise. Mind you, I was looking at three hundred when my soldiers had once fought four thousand. I doubted even the deeper schemer like the Tyrant had anticipated needing to rearm all four thousand of the most elite force in his army. The last presence from the League was the Delosi Secretariat, and it evidently had not brought soldiers at all. A handful of askretis were walking with Nicaeans, carrying small scribing desks for what I assumed to be a senior member of the Secretariat.

This is pretty nostalgic, Archer said, silver flask in hand. The three of us, more enemies than we practically know what to do with.

Theyre not necessarily enemies, I said.

Cat insisting were not necessarily going to kill them, Archer airily continued. All we need is caves full of corpses and itll be like we never left the Everdark.

Any moment now, well declare war on an entire civilization, Akua suggested.

We did pretty well last time, Indrani mused. Id say we rank at least a draw, dont you?

She passed the flask to the shade, who drank a deep sip.

Generous, that, Akua said afterwards. Although, for an invasion force three women strong Ill concede there was a surprising amount of invading achieved.

I need a better quality of minions, I complained. Mine are too mouthy. I bet the White Knight never has to deal with anything like this.

Heroes must be all sweetness and light, to the Sword of Judgement. All I got were crows that got mouthy about giving me directions and underlings who couldnt ever let anything go. Akua handed me the flask and I took a sip myself then spat it out, coughing.

Indrani, you horrid wench, I gasped out. This is senna.

Drow liquor, made from mushrooms and tasting like godsdamned mud. Itd been tolerable underground, where there was little else even remotely drinkable, but up here? After months of wine? It was like licking a muddy lake shore.

You slipped me a flask when I left before the Graveyard, Indrani beatifically smiled. How does the saying go again? For small slights, long prices. Wench.

I glanced at Akua who had brazenly betrayed me by pretending this was halfway decent liquor when shed drunk of it herself, and she languidly shrugged.

How could I stand in the way of righteous revenge, my heart? the shade said. It would have been most uncharitable of me.

This is why Hakram is my favourite, I muttered under my breath.

At the very least, the indignation had me less tense as the soldiers approached.

And now, Indrani narrated, as foes stream forward like a mighty river, atop the hill stand a peerless beauty, a regal queen, a mysterious seductress and also you two, I guess.

I could not flip off Archer in front of the League, I reminded myself. No matter how much she deserved it. Indrani shifted slightly to the side, eyes narrowing, and her tone went serious without warning.

Mages with the Basileus, she warned. At least three.

I followed her gaze and found Leo Trakas atop his white stallion, as well as the two Exarch-claimants, but the mages took me a while longer to figure out. Some of Basileus Leos escorting horseman wore ill-fitting armour, I realized. The sleeves were too long, as if made for larger and taller men, and they seemed uncomfortable with the weapons they were carrying.

You sure? I quietly said.

Their horses move like theyve been drugged, Archer murmured. Those are war horses, willful, and theyre not good riders. Either those mounts were spelled to be docile, or they were fed something.

Akua? I said.

Enchanted, she said. Though sloppily. Id wager they are either Nicaean mages no great wonders, those or hired practitioners from Mercantis.

Lovely, I growled.

If Leos Trakas had tight reins on his allies Id call this a precaution and let it go, but given that Penthes was likely playing him at Malicias behalf there were risks involved. The larger party, consisting of the Penthesians, Nicaeans and the Secretariat observers, halted its march maybe a hundred feet ahead of our hill. A smaller party advanced, though it wasnt that small: the Exarchs brought thirty men, Leo Trakas thirty men of his own including the mages, now dismounted and with four scribes and the Secretariat official it was sixty eight people who strode towards the three of us. In the distance, the forces of Helike and Stygia halted on either side of the large force. Two riders peeled out of the band for Helike, one for Stygia. Bundled up in furs, Basileus Leo was at the head of the delegation and it was him that addressed us first.

Hail, Black Queen, the young man said.

Hail, Basileus, I calmly replied. Your visit is an unexpected pleasure.

Is it a visit to walk Proceran soil, now? one of the Exarchs mocked. How quickly your dominion extends, Queen of Callow.

I glanced at Akua.

Advisor, I said. Do remind me is that one Prodocius or Honorion?

Prodocius, my queen, Akua replied.

I glanced at the dark-haired man, his cheeks gone red from anger as much as the cold, and my eyebrows rose.

Did you know that the Eyes of the Empire have you officially marked as having the wits of a well-bred trout? I asked.

The man snarled.

You coat your insults in lies, you-

I assure you, I amicably smiled, it is a verbatim quote.

Prodocius, Basileus Leo sharply said. We did not come to trade barbs.

That is pleasing to know, I said.

So why did you come? Archer drawled. Im assuming its not to visit the nice Proceran countryside. Snows not measurably any nice close to our camp.

Knowing her, she might actually have checked.

Accusations were made against you, Queen Catherine, an old man spoke in lightly accented Lower Miezan.

Long hair white as snow and bound in a ponytail, the man whod spoken was wrinkled like old leather and nearly as dark of skin. This was, if I remembered my briefings correctly, Nestor Ikaroi of the Secretariat. On each of his cheeks could be found a blue stripe and a black one, tattooed. The marks of someone who had climbed the ranks of their bureaucracy until there was nothing left to climb.

Secretary Ikaroi, isnt it? I said.

The old man, to my surprise, gallantly bowed.

It is a great pleasure to formally meet you, Your Majesty, he said.

And I you, I replied, dipping my head in thanks. Ive long had an interest in the ways of the Secretariat.

Which was true enough, since back in the first days of my reign Id been desperate to find a working bureaucratic model that wasnt an imitation of the Praesi one. Thered never really be time or resources to spend on a venture in the Free Cities though, not with Procer mobilizing.

Then perhaps in the days to come you might be willing to speak with formal chroniclers, Nestor Ikaroi offered. We have a troubling lack of direct sources concerning the beginning of the Uncivil Wars.

I blinked, taken aback at the continued civility. Usually people were only this polite after theyd lost a few battles or Id put a blade at their neck.

Time allowing, Ive not objection, I slowly said. The Marshal of Callow is already writing a history of her own, and I would not object to your speaking with her either.

It pleases us all you are willing to interact peacefully with the League, Your Majesty, Basileus Leo said, reclaiming the lead on the League side. Yet it would benefit us all if you would answer the accusations that were posed.

It is interesting that the Basileus of Nicae considers himself to have authority over the Queen of Callow, Akua mildly said. I wonder which precedent is so in use.

The younger man looked like hed swallowed a lemon.

Should I take this as refusal to speak with the League? he asked me.

Do you speak for the League now? Indrani drily said. You seem to be missing parts, Hierarch.

I raised a hand.

We have further guests, Archer, I said. Let us not jump to hasty conclusions.

The riders from Helike and Stygia had finally arrived. The Stygian was no surprise: Magister Zoe Ixiani had been the voice of the Magisterium through the League civil war and the Proceran campaign, and it seemed she was still to be the same tonight. The fact that she was a slaver rather spoiled her good looks, sadly. As for the two Helikeans, I was familiar with both. General Basilia, who had I once met in Rochelant and later learned was the Tyrants favourite general, rode well and high in the saddle. Dark-eyed and dark-haired, she had sharp cheekbones and the well-built shoulders of a warrior. The other I knew almost intimately: the pale eyes straddling the line of blue and grey, the surprisingly young tanned face I had once seen kneeling before me. General Pallas, who had led the kataphractoi who killed my men.

Generals, I said. Magister Ixioni.

The two commanders offered brisk salutes.

Magister Zoe would suffice, the sorceress smiled.

I did not smile back and flicked a glance at the Helikeans.

Quite the gathering, I said. Dare I ask why?

We are here as observers, General Basilia said.

You are here as an usurper, general, the other Exarch-claimant said.

That one wasnt Prodocius, which made him Honorion. Plump where the other was thin, he was middle-aged and his curly hair luxuriant. From what Black had told me, he was prodigiously wealthy and had no particular talent aside form this. Considering a great source of wealth for Penthes was trade with the Empire, Id wager he was even more Malicias creature than the other one.

I will uphold the last will of the Tyrant of Helike, Penthesian swine, General Basilia coldly said. Steel in hand, if I must.

I was detecting the slightest hint of tension there.

Accusations, you said, I mused. Am I to hear them, or will they remain a mystery?

Are you willing to submit to the judgement of the League? Basileus Leo eagerly said.

I met his eyes, unamused.

Look at my back, Leo Trakas, I said. What do you see there?

The young mans lips thinned.

The Mantle of Woe, it is called, he said.

Its a list of people who asked me to submit to things, I said. I would not be so eager to be number among them, were I you.

Then we are at an impasse, Basileus Leo said.

Secretary Nestor, Akua said. What does the record indicate the accusations are?

Leo Trakas paled, either in anger or fear.

Claimant to the title of Exarch Prodocius Lesor alleges that Queen Catherine Foundling murdered the Tyrant of Helike, Nestor Ikaroi calmly said. Claimant to the title of Exarch Honorion Kapenos alleges that Queen Catherine Foundling was accessory to the murder of Anaxares of Bellerophon, Hierarch of the Free Cities.

A heartbeat of silence passed, then Archer burst out laughing. It was not, I decided, the most diplomatic wed ever been. I glanced at the Helikean generals, who seemed untroubled.

And what does Helike say of this? I asked.

We cast no such accusation, General Pallas bluntly said.

Our sire would have disdained such a measure, even were the accusation true, General Basilia added with open contempt.

I glanced at Basileus Leo, wondering in what possible world he might have thought that my submission to League judgement might have resulted in anything the wholesale slaughter of everyone trying to execute me on such thin pretence. Gods Below, Id sent running larger forces than the entire League escort, much less his little coalition. No, he was young but he wasnt an idiot he wouldnt have been able to prevent a Strategos from being chosen in Nicae if that were the case. Ah. Had he been presenting himself as the speaker for the League so that he could then declare me innocent in that capacity, avoiding a fight with me while binding Penthes to him? On parchment that was a halfway decent plan, but he had to realize I had no damned incentive to indulge him and the precedent of the League having authority over a Queen of Callow was unacceptable. If he is not stupid, which I know him not to be, I thought, then he must be desperate.

Gods, do you have a semblance of evidence at least? I asked. Tell me you didnt march near two thousand soldiers for this.

The Basileus flushed and gestured towards his attendants. Archer, I saw, was carefully watching the mages. Good. One of the soldiers came forward with two sheaths of parchment, but Exarch Prodocius sneered and elbowed him, snatching the scrolls. He strolled up the hill, staring me down with surprising aplomb for a man who as far as I could tell had no power and no military training he wasnt even in particularly good shape. Except, I realized as he approached, he wasnt staring me down. His eyes were wide and showing white, like a terrified horses. He was, I grasped as he hurried towards me, frightened nearly out of his wits. And still he threw the parchments towards my face. Akua slapped them down, even as Exarch Prodocius stepped up to me with a rictus of bared teeth that straddled fury and terror.

There, Prodocius snarled, you murdering tyrant, you-

At the Basileus barked order two Nicaean soldiers stepped forward, one grabbing him by the shoulder and dragging him back and the other offering me an apologetic bow before picking up the parchments theyd fallen short, as open scrolls were want to do and bowed again before pressing them into my hand.

Or at least tried to, before Archer caught his wrist and rammed a blade through the side of his neck.