Note: those meddling heroes keep surviving getting thrown off cliffs. Must build taller ones in anticipation of the next encounter.

Extract from the journal of Dread Emperor Malignant II

There was something morbidly fascinating about watching Hakrams new hand move.

The naked bones were just as dextrous as when theyd been hidden under my adjutants flesh and muscle, though they were now animated by necromancy instead of more natural means. He got no sensation from the skeleton hand, hed told me, though he could roughly gauge how much pressure he was putting on something when holding it. I could feel the threads of magic that kept it moving according to his will, feel how they dug into his body and used his soul as fuel to maintain the enchantment. I was fairly sure I could tie my own threads to puppet the bones if I tried, which meant any decent necromancer could likely do the same. Not a great worry considering not even antiheroes like the Swordsman would be caught dead with anyone that dealt with the dead, but somewhere down the line Heiress might get it into her head to pull something. Id have to ask Apprentice if anything could be done about it. Hakram followed closely behind me as we strode through the main avenue of the Fifteenths camp, absent-mindedly returning salutes from legionaries as we did so.

A whole company, I finally sighed. And thats just the ones we caught.

The tall orc grimaced. A sad day when we lose more legionaries to desertion than a run-in with heroes.

When the dust had settled, Juniper had slapped down a report on my desk that had taken the taste of victory, however slight, right out of my mouth. While the soldiers under Commander Hune had been keeping the city from exploding into revolt, almost two companies worth of Callowan recruits had taken advantage of the chaos to escape into the countryside. Nauk had kept a lid on the situation as best he could and his patrols had managed to corral about half of the deserters into a prisoner camp, but the aftermath of that mess was a logistical nightmare. Juniper and I had made a point out of spreading out my countrymen across as many lines as possible to avoid the formation of Praesi and Callowan cliques in the ranks, That measure had failed spectacularly and now half the lines in Nauks kabili were missing one or two recruits, forcing a never-ending nightmare of transfers to fill the gaps. That we were adjusting our ranks and the most basic unit level right before heading into an active theatre of war had both Juniper and I in a dark mood: we couldnt linger in Summerholm much longer, but neither could we go tangle with the rebels half-cocked.

The last news had the Silver Spears digging deep into General Istrids supply line until Captain and the Blackguards drove them off. Countess Marchford had intensified skirmishes all over the front, sending packs of barely-armed peasant conscripts to burn the fields between Vale and the Legions of Terror to deny General Sacker foraging when she advanced. The Empire wasnt losing by any stretch of the situation if anything, that the Countess had seen fit to burn some of the best farmland in Callow proved that much but neither was it winning. And the longer the rebels were loose, the further talk of revolt would spread. Black knew that better than I, so I had no idea why hed yet to pull away another pair of legions from border duty to flank the enemy. There must have been angles at play I couldnt see. Regardless, the Fifteenth needed to get into the fight yesterday and all the fucking deserters were costing me time. The only upside to this I could see was that all our Callowan recruits who intended to pull a runner likely already had. That a full fifth of my countrymens numbers in the Fifteenth had tried to disappear into the wilds at the first occasion was incredibly galling, but in some ways I should have expected it. The overwhelming majority of the deserters had been gallows recruits, criminals given a choice between the noose and five years of service in the Legions.

Which also meant that there were about one hundred hardened criminals with legionary training loose in western Callow, but for now that wasnt my problem. General Afolabi was the one whod have to keep the region together after we joined the front and I wished him luck with the task. Hed been dropping hints for the last few days that the Fifteenths presence in Summerholm was disruptive to civil order, and while he wasnt wrong it still irritated me that after Id pulled his ass out of the fire the Soninke was trying to shoo me away. Juniper warned me that by acting this high-handed I wouldnt be making any friends. Fuck it, if he couldnt deal with me taking charge to put an end to the mess hed allowed to fester I would likely had ended up making an enemy out of him down the line. He was near the bottom of the pecking order when it came to the Empires generals, anyway: he was the most junior among them and one of the least trusted by the Tower.

Its a risk, Catherine, my adjutant gravelled. I wont deny if it works theyll be useful, but if it fails

Itll hurt my credibility with the ranks, I acknowledged sourly.

My age had been surprisingly little of an issue when it came getting my authority respected: I supposed I had centuries of young heroes and villains leading armies to thank for that. Besides, according to the census Id had taken there was not a single of my legionaries older than twenty-five. Which was troubling, in and of itself. Not so much that I had no veterans to advise me, though Juniper had expressed private misgivings about that, but that if Id been able to arrange this as it currently was I would have. This would not be the last war Id be involved in, and having the core of the Fifteenth following me from the beginning of my career would only encourage them to obey my own orders over those of the Tower further down the line. Once again, Black knew this. And yet he had arranged it. More than that, nearly half my soldiers were from Callow. My teacher was making this easy on me, and he wasnt in the habit of giving me unnecessary advantages.

If anything, he was a firm believer in hobbling me so Id learn to deal with problems from a position of weakness. So whats your game, oh teacher of mine? No point in thinking too long about it right now. Blacks mind was a labyrinth of vicious cleverness on the best of days. Besides, for all that the deck had been stacked in my favour when it came down to it I had yet to acquire the trust of the rank and file of the Fifteenth. My age and lack of experience might not have been divisive issues but my birth certainly was. Even having a Name and the tutelage of a Calamity could only get me so far. If I screwed up, if I made an obvious mistake that could be attributed to Callowan sympathies That concern had made deciding the fate of those one hundred imprisoned deserters a godsdamned thorn in my side. Juniper had argued for crucifying the lot of them and putting them up on the ramparts of Summerholm as a warning for the rest, but that wouldnt solve anything.

I was also, to be frank, a lot less sanguine than my Legate at the idea of casually ordering a hundred gruesome deaths. And yet, I couldnt just reintegrate them in the ranks. There was no guarantee they wouldnt run again given the chance and Id have a mutiny on my hands if they got off without punishment. Besides, there was a difference between not wanting the lot to die a brutal death spread over several days and wanting them to get off easy. I had little sympathy for the bastards: while the rest of my soldiers had been doing their jobs and dying in the line of duty theyd tried to flee. The cowardice was revolting, regardless of the circumstances of their enrolment.

I was still in a foul mood when we arrived at the open clearing where the deserters had been herded, forced to kneel and surrounded by twice their number in loyal legionaries. Theyd been disarmed and divested of their armour, of course. No point in taking unnecessary risks. I strode past them towards the wooden crate my adjutant had installed in anticipation my address, the both of us ignoring the whispers of Deadhand that spread when Hakram was recognized. The orc had acquired something of a reputation, by surviving a fight against not one but two heroes with only a lost hand to show for it. I climbed on top of the crate, resenting the absurdity of it but painfully aware that even kneeling some of the prisoners reached up to my chin.

Silence, I ordered, and the whispers were snatched right out of their mouths.

I resisted the urge to clear my throat, taking a deep breath. Blacks lesson on pitching my voice so it could carry far without being a yell had seemed an affectation at the time, but I was glad of them now.

Military tribunals were convened last night and sentences have been given, I announced.

It felt strange, standing in front of over two hundred people decked out in plate and wreathed in the dark cloak my teacher had gifted me. I felt like a fake, like the fact that Id been so often making it up as I went along should have been obvious to everyone, but my gaze swept over the prisoners and I saw only fear on their faces. There was something darkly satisfying about that, much as the feeling unsettled me.

For desertion, low treason and dereliction of duty while the Empire is in a state of war, you have all been condemned to death, I said.

There were a few cries of dismay and some prisoners tried to get up. My temper flared.

Sit the Hells down, I Spoke, and my voice rang like steel.

As if theyd been struck, the deserters fell back to the ground. So did quite a few of my legionaries, I noted, though since theyd not been the people I addressed the effect of the Speaking on them was much weaker.

I have been urged to make examples of you, I growled. To put you up on a hundred crosses as a warning for the next fools tempted to run.

I mastered my irritation and let out a deep breath.

But that would be a waste. You owe military service to the Tower and I fully intend to collect.

Confusion and a little hope, but most were just wary. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. As well they should. It had occurred to me, eventually, that I was trying to solve a Callowan problem through Praesi means. It was the wrong set of tools for the job. The Kingdom of Callow had its own military traditions, more than just the now-disbanded knightly orders. My girlhood hero Elizabeth Alban, the Queen of Blades, had tried to invade the Duchy of Daoine once though back then it had been an independent kingdom. Well aware that the Watch would inevitably make a butchery of whatever troops she sent in to breach their strongholds, shed founded a new division in the Callowan host: the Forlorn Hope. Criminals, traitors, deserters shed conscripted all the scum at the bottom of the barrel, armed them and sent them first into the grinder at every occasion. Using the worst of the Kingdom to do the Kingdoms best work, shed famously called it. And now here I was, with hard battles ahead of me and a full company of deserters. There were lessons to be learned from the past, if one was willing to look in the right places.

As of this morning, the Forlorn Hope company has been added to the rolls of the Fifteenth. Congratulations on your reenrolment in the Legions of Terror, I announced. I paused, eyes sweeping across the crowd. I see some of you are rejoicing. Wipe that smile off of your faces. Make no mistake, deserters: this is not a mercy. I own you now.

The words rolled off my tongue easily, coming unprompted now.

Lawfully you are a dead men and women, all of you. The manner and time of your death is at my discretion, and I intend to use you sorely before letting you go.

I allowed a hard smile to stretch my lips.

Your officers will be Praesi, as they have refrained from disgracing themselves. Their authority over you is absolute: theyve been granted the power to carry out your sentence at any time, for any reason they see fit.

That had been the hardest part to implement. Obviously I couldnt use Callowan officers, but finding volunteers to lead soldiers likely to slip a knife in your ribs if they got a chance had been tricky. Ultimately Juniper had agreed that any officer serving in the Forlorn Hope would get a promotion out of the company after a fixed duration of service. Ambition was not a quality my legionaries lacked, especially those whod gone through the College. Thered have to be oversight to make sure that unprecedented amount of power of their soldiers wouldnt be abused, but mentioning as much right now would have been counter-productive to my goals. I needed them scared. But not desperate. If they thought they had nothing to lose, thered be no telling what theyd do to get out.

Your situation is not, however, entirely hopeless, I continued. Should you serve out the remaining years of your term without incident, you will be released and your record wiped clean.

I stared the prisoners down, feeling my Name simmer in approbation under my skin.

You want to be free? Earn it.

I let the silence that followed my last words remain for a moment, weighing down on them, then sighed.

Dismissed, I finished.

The guards set to the chore of bringing back the prisoners to their separate camp as I stepped down from my crate, taking Hakrams offered hand. The live one, because I wasnt touching that other one without a damned good reason.

Well need to hurry if we dont want to be late, my adjutant reminded me.

Time to face the music, huh? I grunted.

Itd been a while since Id seen my teacher anyway.

It was utterly bizarre to stand by a Miezan-style open bath while in full armour, but not as strange as watching a Calamity putter around the cold waters while lighting candles.

Not normal ones, I noted. They were little carved figurines of obsidian covered in runes, and while I could see no wick they were nonetheless burning. I almost asked Masego but he was watching his father work quite intently: apparently hed never attempted a scrying spell of this particular breed before. Warlock had taken the opportunity of turning our report to Black into a lesson for his son, which was rather thoughtful of him. Hakram shuffled uneasily behind me, nervousness easy to read even on his inhuman face. It was about the teeth, with the orcs: showing the lower part of their fangs without going up to the tips was a sign of agitation, apparently. Or so Captain had told me, and after all those years of working with orcs I figured shed know. My adjutant had never met Black in person, even back in Ater. That he was now doing so after the entire Comital Palace had been turned into a smoking wreck probably wasnt helping his nerves. The four city blocs surrounding the western bastion had gone the same way, but thankfully Hunes legionaries had evacuated them in time. There was a little more to it than that, of course: the Black Knight was a big deal, to most orcs. A living legend, even, to those whod been born after the Conquest and the Reforms. I supposed it wasnt unlike if Id been able to meet Eleonore Fairfax or Jehan the Wise, had they still alive.

It will do, Warlock suddenly announced, rising back to his feet and tidying up his robes.

I eyed the circle of candles surrounding the water sceptically.

I thought the reason most two-way scrying has those little pebbles at the bottom of the bowls was so theres a sympathetic link to ground the spell in? How does this one even work?

The Soninke raised an eyebrow.

Do you have a few days for me to grant you a laymans understanding of metaphysical sympathetic effects? he asked drily.

Probably not, I admitted.

Then take my word for it, the still ridiculously handsome older man replied. Masego, did you commit the pattern to memory?

The escapement seems a little weak to me, the bespectacled boy muttered. Id have to write down to formula to grasp how it actually works, but reproducing it shouldnt be a problem.

Warlock clicked his tongue against the top of his mouth.

What do we say about blind imitation, Masego? he prompted.

Apprentice rolled his eyes. Sorcery without understanding is a sword without a handle, he dutifully quoted. I dont know why youre so fond of that saying, Father, you wouldnt be caught dead using an actual sword.

Warlock looked aghast at the very idea. Only plebs kill with their own hands, he asserted, remembering Hakram and I were still in the room only a moment latter. No offense, he added, not bothering to inject a great deal of credibility in the appeasement.

Some taken, I replied honestly.

Masego snorted. His father ignored me and waved a hand, muttering under his breath. The waters rippled, then lit up with an unearthly glow. My teachers silhouette appeared on the surface, seated by a table and why wasnt I surprised? a cup of wine in hand. It was barely Noon Bell! Praesi drinking habits were downright unwholesome.

I cant believe you fell for that goblinfire trick, Wekesa, Back spoke amusedly. We used the exact same one to flush out the Grey Wizard.

Warlock sneered. If Afolabi, your general, had kept a closer eye on his stocks it wouldnt have been an issue. Besides, Im not the one who toppled Stygias government while drunk as a lord.

Black threw up his hands in exasperation. Are you ever going to let that one go? he replied in irrigation. I got a jug of wine when we traded the donkey, was else was I supposed to do with it? I swear, youre worse with that than Sabah is with the whole dragon affair.

Shes right to hold it over your head, the other Calamity replied with a twitch of the lips. It was sizing her up for dinner while you haggled over terms.

It was asking for an absurd amount of goats and you know it, the green-eyed man replied peevishly.

While in my case regular meals in the company of Black and Captain had long disabused me of the notion that living legends were above petty bickering, if the stunned look on Hakrams face was any indication it was a fresh revelation for the orc. I cleared my throat.

While Id like to revisit why the Empire would be meddling in one of the Free Cities internal affairs at some point in the future, I noted, I think there might be more pressing matters at hand.

And just like that, all traces of amusement slid off the two mens faces. Id seen it happen in my teacher before, but witnessing the same on a man as amiable as Warlock was a little unsettling.

Catherine, Black finally bothered to greet me. I hear youve managed to get the Summerholm situation under control.

Hello to you too, Uncle Amadeus, Apprentice interrupted, tone a little irked.

Dont be a brat, Masego, the dark-haired man replied lazily. The greeting was implied. The same goes for your adjutant, Catherine.

Green eyes turned to Hakram, too considering to be anything close to friendly.

Hakram Deadhand, he murmured. Catchy, that. If the story spreads it will accelerate your growth into your Name.

Sir, the orc replied stiffly, saluting out of reflex.

I winced in embarrassment for him.

At ease, Adjutant, my teacher replied, kind enough not to voice the amusement I suspected he felt. This is not an official debriefing; were merely sharing information. Scribe tells me the Fifteenth managed to take one of the heroes prisoner.

The last sentence was inflected to sound like a question, though everybody in the room knew it wasnt. It was one of Blacks more irritating habits to leave sentences hanging as an invitation to elaborate instead of actually asking a question he did it all the times when we had our evening lessons.

The Hunter, I grunted. He survived the wounds only barely, hes been kept in enchanted sleep ever since.

Green eyes turned to Warlock and his eyebrow arched.

Hes from Refuge, Ive confirmed it, the older Soninke said and I blinked in surprise.

That was news to me. Wasnt Refuge ruled by Ranger? It was an independent polity, sure, but the few times the subject of the other Calamity had come up shed always been spoken of fondly. That didnt really mesh with heroes trickling into the Empire from there, unless there was a plan in the works.

One of Hyes pupils, the Knight grimaced. Thats going to be a mess. Malicia will insist on diplomatic sanctions.

Im sorry, did I miss something here? I broke in incredulously. Because the implication seems to be that a fairly notorious villain was a heros teacher.

Warlock graced me with an amused look, Black leaned back in his seat.

Calling Ranger a villain is something of a stretch, my own teacher finally said. Shes not particularly concerned with matters of Good and Evil. Mostly, she does what she feels like doing. We can discuss it more later, Catherine its a somewhat complicated issue.

The other Calamity smirked. You can say that again.

Blacks eyes turned cold, for a heartbeat. Glass houses, Wekesa, he simply said, and Warlock looked abashed for a moment before they smoothly changed the subject.

Youll need to bring him with you when you join us south, the pale-skinned Named informed me.

I frowned. That seems like a recipe for a heroic rescue, I told him bluntly.

The Swordsman lost, Masego disagreed quietly. Youll have free hand for at least a month.

Black nodded in approval. By that time well have gotten word back from Refuge and found out whether hes been disavowed or not. If so, summary execution. As a matter of fact, if he somehow manages to wake up and attempt an escape youre free to deal with him however you wish. Theres limits to our forbearance, even with old friends.

And if he hasnt been disavowed? I asked.

Blacks smile was perfectly pleasant, and all the more frightening for it.

Then things will get interesting, was all he said.

We havent identified the other prisoner yet, Masego contributed when it became obvious the subject was closed. Weve managed to heal the burns enough to ascertain shes Deoraithe, but shes yet to regain consciousness.

I might have been a little heavy-handed, Warlock idly admitted. I forget how fragile people without Names can be.

Black drained the rest of his cup, then set it aside. Is she from the Watch? Sacker says theyve been quiet, but sometimes they slip between the cracks.

I was waiting on your approval for that, the Soninke replied. The procedure always has risks, as you well know.

See if you can get anything out of her when she wakes up, Black ordered. If not, go ahead with it. And do a bloodline ritual, just in case.

Warlock grinned. Not going to get on my case for summoning those nasty, nasty devils? he teased.

Im enough of a general to know a lost battle when I see one, the Knight replied sourly.

So you can learn, Warlock mused. I take it you need the room for the next part of this conversation?

If you would, my teacher agreed. Ill be in touch later this evening regardless.

The dark-skinned nodded, putting his hand over his sons shoulder.

Come, Masego, he announced carelessly. The unwashed masses have business to discuss.

Thats funny, Apprentice mused, you know, considering were in a-

The voices faded abruptly as they passed the rooms threshold, like theyd been swallowed up. A protective ward. Hadnt even noticed it. I still couldnt, even now that I knew it was here, and that bothered me more than a little bit. I knew there were few mages of Warlocks calibre out there, but there were some. A liability to look into, when I next found the time. Hakram made to follow the mages but my teacher spoke up.

Stay, Adjutant, he ordered. This concerns you more than Catherine.

The sudden set of the orcs jaw betrayed his concern, but overall he kept his face remarkably calm.

Warlocks professional opinion is that youre less than a month away from coming into your Name, Hakram Deadhand, Black announced conversationally. Which means you need to be made aware of the broader concerns regarding it.

Theres going to be pushback, the orc gravelled. From the more conservative elements in the Empire.

Pushback is something of an understatement, Black replied. I expect that the assassination attempts will begin before the end of this campaign.

My fingers closed into a fist at the blunt statement of fact. Theyd try assassinate a Legion officer in the middle of a war? I spat.

The nobility sees the outcome of the Rebellion as a foregone conclusion, he noted. Meanwhile, Adjutant, you personify the very trend theyve been spending the last forty years trying to bury.

Ill take that as a compliment, sir, Hakram muttered.

You should, Black agreed. The last orc to have the potential for a Name was Grem One-Eye, boy. You walk in hallowed company.

My officer swallowed loudly, and I couldnt blame him for it.

Isnt there anything you can do about the assassins? I asked. I thought those all answered to the the Tower.

Theyll hire their blades through Mercantis, and short of burning that city down theres not much we can do about that, Black admitted. Malicias already suppressing the rumours in Praes and shes put the information under the seal of the Tower its illegal to even speak of it at the moment. But those are stopgap measures, Catherine, and theres only so long it will work.

I gritted my teeth. Weve got our hands full enough without dealing with assassins on top of it, I grunted. Theres got to be a way to take care of it.

There is, Black replied mildly. Kill them. Brutally, publicly and repeatedly. Eventually theyll decided that assassination isnt a feasible way to remove him from the board and turn to other means.

Might be simpler to choke that off at the source, I said.

He snorted. While the thought of cleaning up the political scene of the Empire with a vigorous round of hangings has a certain appeal, we should deal with the open rebellion putting the south of Callow to the torch before starting a civil war.

I recognized the change of subject for the tacit declaration that this particular discussion was over with.

Youve decided where the Fifteenth will be deployed, then? I asked.

Its time, he agreed. Youll link up with us for a few days but split off towards Marchford when we move south to force a battle. Its time for the Silver Spears to be dealt with. Congratulations, Catherine: your first battle will be as an independent detached force.

I grinned. Best news Ive had all week.