Chapter 32
We were all gathered to a meeting called by Vostich. No one, and I mean NO ONE was stupid enough to not turn up at this meeting. This included Salvadi Minturi. It was a battle planning meeting, but it included not only military commanders, but all magic users from both camps.
One man that showed up and was in the Minturi camp, was Markus! I should have known. Still, it hurt to see him standing with the Minturi contingent. We listened as Vostich outlined his strategy for troop movements, and redeployment.
He then asked about reinforcements and supplies for the troops. He was informed of 'on hand' supplies, and learned of Darla's abilities to manipulate the magical fields to supply food.
He was interested to learn of this ability. He was even more impressed to learn his mother had had something to do with this. Apparently, during his communing with his mother, she had not covered this. He wondered what else she hadn't covered?
When he called the meeting to a close, he requested that several people remain behind. Salvadi, Markus, Fithian, Mirwanna, and myself. After the pavilion cleared of all the other people, Vostich waved us to sit.
"First, I wish to ask Salvadi his reasons for the war he prosecuted against the so called impure," Vostich stated.
Salvadi looked like the deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. He paled. He shook his head.
"I was angry over my fathers death. I needed, wanted, to strike out. You fought my father, and he died as a result. So I declared a war that I knew a lot of people could understand.
"I know the reasons I gave publically are not these, but you asked why. Those were my reasons. I wanted revenge," he said, bowing his head.
"I understand your feeling of loss. It is the only reason I do not kill you for your transgressions upon my land. You will pay restitution to me," Vostich stated. Salvadi nodded agreement.
"Next is Markus. You owe explanation to Paul. He will decide your fate as he is the one who has suffered the most from the manipulations at your hands. My grandson trusted you with his son, and you betrayed him. I suggest you be very explicit with your answers," Vostich told Markus.
Markus turned to me. "Paul. Everything I did, I did to protect you. When your father first turned you over to me, and we went to that earth, it was thought it would only be for a short time.
"You were not adjusting very well from the separation from your parents, so I... worked a spell to help you. Then things went bad. Assassins showed up on several occasions. Minturi had tracked you there. I was getting desperate.
"I could get no help from your parents or sister. Landkur was in the fight for its very life. So," he paused, taking a deep breath, "I contacted Salvadi Minturi. I reached an agreement with him.
"If you forgot who you were, and did not return, you could live out a normal life, there on that other world. Yes, I placed several spells of forgetfulness on you. I still don't know how you recovered as much memory as you did. I wanted you to live, Paul.
" After you started to recover your memories, I had to do... things... to delay your coming back here. That was what all that business with the NSA organization was about. I was trying to distract you.
"Unfortunately, my daughter took my actions against you to mean you were an open target. She has resented you for years. You're stronger, faster, and have a better command of magic than she. She never understood that it was partially due to your birth," Markus said with a sad sounding sigh.
I couldn't believe it. I was actually feeling sorry for him. It could also be that he raised me and we had been friends for years in a place that didn't really see people like us live as long as we did. This had made a bond that was very close indeed. He had been like a father to me, after all.
I tried to look at it from his point of view, and unfortunately, it was all too easy to see it. I looked at him. He had a sick worried look on his face. Damn it, he betrayed me, but he did it for a reason. To protect me. Isn't that what a parent did for their child?
"I wish I knew if you were telling the whole truth. Did you actually care for me at all?" I asked.
Vostich answered for him, "He meant everything he said to you, Paul," Vostich said to me.
Well, it left a sour taste in my mouth, but I didn't really want him dead.
"Ok. I knew something was up, but I didn't have all the facts. If I was a shallow person, I guess I would say death to you, and be done with it," I told him.
He paled and nodded.
"I guess it is a good thing you raised me as you did. You really screwed with me, you know that? No, I won't ask for your death, or execution. You're going to be working a long time to repay the family Landkur for your betrayal.
"Markus, I really don't know what to say to you, right now. I understand you thinking what you did was best for me, but I have to question some of the things you did. I can't decide right now what to do with you. Keep yourself ready for my final decision," I said, still pissed.
"Very good, son of my grandson. You would temper justice with mercy. I am pleased with you indeed," Vostich told me. I almost swelled to busting with pride of his good opinion of me.
"We still have a war to win. We cannot afford to throw away assets in a moment of anger. Calm clear thinking is what will win this war for us. Mirwanna, you will please me if you return to Landkur, and negotiate with the ambassadors there for more troops.
"This war is going to be long and drawn out, I fear. I am just sorry that we have no one else of my power left. It is going to be harder defeating Jorslan Bander than it was before," Vostich said musingly.
The meeting broke up, and two people made their way to me. Markus, and Salvadi.
'Just what I needed, ' I thought to myself.
I watched, feeling like I was being ganged up on as they approached. I was tensing up, and forced myself to relax.
"I, too, owe you an apology. For my actions in the past, and for the spell I cast at you some weeks ago when you were a dragon. I am sorry, and I will try to make whatever amends you want," Salvadi said to me.
I blinked. Say what? He was serious. I could feel it. I looked at him, and nodded.
"I also want to make sure you know I still care about you Paul. I will try to make amends as best I can. Whatever you decide, I will do," Markus told me.
Damn it! He still got to me, even after all this. I nodded, but didn't say anything to him. Both of them bowed to me slightly, and walked off. As they did, Mirwanna came up to me, and grabbed my arm.
"So, little brother, you have been very busy. You have pulled a miracle from the air, as we say," she smiled at me.
"We call it pulling a rabbit out of a hat," I replied. She looked confused.
So I explained about stage magicians, and 'magic' tricks. She laughed at the implications.
"So, I am going back to Landkur, and and play 'nicey nice' with the ambassadors who, in most cases, owe us help; or at least, owe Vostich some help. They refused to help before, but now? I'll bet they fall all over themselves trying to help," Mirwanna said with a edge of contempt in her voice.
We went to her tent, and had some coffee. Yes, I had managed to get Mirwanna hooked on the stuff. I was rather proud of that. We talked for a bit, and Mirwanna said she had to go. I got up, hugged her, and left to find my own tent. I was getting very tired, myself.
For the next week we advanced the troops. We had over 25,000 infantry, 2000 bowmen, 5000, mounted calvary, and my favorites, the 25 dragons and riders. We also had an additional 20 dragons that were patrol, and deep recon.
Despite the amount of men and dragons we had, we were still out numbered. That was why Mirwanna was going to get reinforcements. It was estimated that they had at least a two to one advantage. Not bad odds, but still we were at a disadvantage.
We finally ran into a wall of enemy and they did not retreat. Up till now, they retreated before us. We had skirmishes, but it was mostly we advanced, and they retreated.
We probed them, and they probed us. This went on for another three days. No advantage was found anywhere. We were still sitting and wondering what to do when we had visitors.
Rather, I should say, Vostich had visitors. Drebasty. Yeah, those Drebasty, the ones who make weapons that are so powerful that I almost died from one. Such as that knife thrown at me by the assassin, back at the palace, for instance.
There were five Drebasty sword masters, and five Drebasty Adepts. These were probably the world's oldest race, and the most powerful magic users ever, with the exception Vostich himself, and the other gods and godesses.
I was pleased with the reinforcements, but was disappointed with how many that came to the war. Only 10? Salvadi pulled me aside and informed me that the Drebasty were definitely the oldest race on this world, and that they were a dying race.
They had withdrawn, to be alone in their ending. Apparently these 10 had enough life left in them, to come all that distance to help us with Jorslan. Or, maybe they just wanted to go out in a blaze of glory? Ok, I admit it, I didn't trust them. I almost died from one of their magicked weapons.
It was almost funny. Vostich summoned me, and I found myself with a Drebasty master swordsman as a guard. I tried to argue, but have you ever tried to argue with someone who exudes divine right? Not a winnable situation.
My guard was a tall thin man or manlike looking being. He was six foot five inches tall. Hell, they were all six foot five inches tall. They were almost like clones. When you looked at one, it was like looking at the entire race.
They had a very triangular face, almost insect like. I instantly thought of a preying mantis when I saw my first Drebasty. He had two swords with him which almost hummed with power.
His eyes were very large compared to the rest of his face. His ears were also large, and were slightly pointed, like Mr. Spock on Star Trek. When I asked what to call my guard, he responded with one word.
"Pao," he said.
Funny, he didn't look oriental. He didn't look like anyone I had ever seen before in my life. Wherever I went, he followed. One thing he did which I liked a lot, was help me with my weapon practice.
I had taken to practicing frequently with a sword, just in case, you know? Well, unless you had a sword master for a teacher, you never learned the right way to fight!
He was magnificent!
Something else that the Drebasty had, which we hadn't known, was the ability to pass on knowledge. After two days with my guard, and practicing with him two hours a day, I had made vast improvement in my swordsmanship. It was something they could do, passing on sword work, mentally, to others.
Pao was passing on some of his knowledge to me directly, when we fenced. The result was, I was becoming a better swordsman. I felt I had established a working relationship with Pao, despite not having known him until recently.
I had a sword-master bodyguard, as did Vostich, Salvadi, Mirwanna, and Fithian. The Adepts worked differently. They worked as a group, most often. They were a circle, it seemed. The power these five controlled, was a thing that had to be seen and felt, to be believed.
Edited by TeNderLoin