“You want my vote?” taunted Lord Kiamesh. “Very well. I vote for myself.”
“Alas,” grinned Lord Mirakotto, “you cannot. The time for nomination was before the voting began. You can vote for me, or you can vote for me.”
“I will vote for you, Mirakotto,” offered Lord Garic.
“Well, I won’t,” Lord Kiamesh said adamantly as he stormed towards the door. “You will never get my vote. I will abstain.”
The door slammed shut, and Lord Mirakotto turned to gaze at Lord Quilo.
“Your vote, Lord Quilo?” prompted Lord Mirakotto.
“You have made some enemies today, Lord Mirakotto,” frowned Lord Quilo. “You should rethink your posture on this.”
“I am just finding out who my true friends are,” shrugged Lord Mirakotto. “With two abstentions and one absence, I hardly need your vote, but I would like it.”
Lord Quilo stared at Lord Mirakotto for a long time. Finally, he nodded his acceptance of the inevitable.
“You have my vote,” declared Lord Quilo.
* * *
The Balomar sentries shouted as they watched the Glamaraldi army approach under a flag of truce. A soldier ran along the long drive from the road to the mansion. He leaped up the stairs and raced into the meeting room where Lord Oktar was talking with Marshal Berman.
“A Glamaraldi talking party is at the gates,” gasped the soldier. “Should we let them in?”
“How many in the party?” asked Marshal Berman.
“A single corte,” reported the soldier.
“Where is Lord Marak?” asked Lord Oktar.
“He has not been around all morning,” answered Marshal Berman. “I heard that he was atop the great hill watching the enemy.”
“Let the talking party in,” decided Lord Oktar. “If there is more than a corte, close the gates quickly. Then find Lord Marak and have him get here immediately.”
“I will send some men to line the drive,” stated Marshal Berman. “I do not trust the Glamaraldi.”
“That is wise of you,” agreed Lord Oktar as he rolled up the maps of the estate. “Return right away.”
The soldier caught his breath and ran out of the room and exited the mansion. He ran back along the drive to the gates. When he arrived he climbed up on the gates to estimate the strength of the enemy. He estimated them to be no more than a corte. He turned and saw soldiers running to line the drive. He climbed down and unlocked the gates.
Lord Yungis of the Glamaraldi clan nodded to his men and his cortain led the escort onto the Balamor estate. They rode slowly along the drive as Lord Yungis turned his head and viewed everything that he could see. By the time he reached the mansion, the Glamaraldi lord had noted the changes since his last visit. He was impressed. Lord Yungis was escorted into the meeting room while his troops stood in formation in front of the mansion.
“What do you want?” Lord Oktar asked abruptly when the Glamaraldi lord entered the room.
“An end to this conflict,” smiled Lord Yungis. “I will allow you and your people to leave the estate without harm. You have two days.”
“Leave the estate?” echoed Lord Oktar in disbelief. “Why in the world would I leave my home?”
“You must realize that my armies are vastly superior to yours,” declared Lord Yungis. “If you do not take my offer, I will have to crush you like a fresh grape.”
“We will never leave,” declared Lord Oktar. “Your army is full of Jiadin that will turn on you the moment you turn your back. It is you who should be afraid of your provocation.”
“My provocation?” spat Lord Yungis. “Your estate is full of troops from many clans. This is clearly a provocation to the Glamaraldi. Your only reason for such troops is to wage war on me.”
“If that is your concern,” smiled Lord Oktar, “then we shall call for a mediator of the Lords’ Council. Let them decide who caused the first provocation. There is no reason for the bloodshed to continue.”
“The Lords’ Council would surely side with me,” bluffed Lord Yungis. “Why should I waste my time with them?”
“To save your clan,” Lord Marak stated as he entered the room.
Lord Yungis spun and glared at Lord Marak. “Who are you to enter this private conversation?” he snapped.
“I am Lord Marak of the Torak clan,” stated the Torak lord, “and I am a member of the Lords’ Council. Your Jiadin troops invaded this estate this morning. I am demanding that you rid your armies of the foreigners, and send them home. If you do so, peace will be restored here.”
“So you are Lord Marak,” snarled Lord Yungis. “Your position on the Lords’ Council does not impress me. Even a member of the Lords’ Council must obey the law. Your gathering of clans here is a violation of the law and a provocation to the Glamaraldi clan. I just might appeal to the Emperor and have your clan disbanded.”
“Nice try,” grinned Lord Marak. “I see two problems with your approach. The first is that you were not aware of any clans residing here until you attacked this morning. Therefore, there was no provocation before your attack. The second is that I have already spoken with the Emperor about my presence here. No law has been violated, and the presence of other clans here has the Emperor’s blessing. Your attack this morning is another matter. You have clearly attacked this estate without provocation. You will adhere to my terms or face ruin. My terms are simple. Disband your foreign armies and send them back to Fakara.”
“I don’t think so, Lord Marak,” spat Lord Yungis. “You have no idea what you are starting. You will rue the day you spoke to me like this.”
“I don’t think so, Lord Yungis,” Lord Marak said with a steely voice. “Bigger lords than you have tried to nip my toes. When you are in Khadoratung next week, I will introduce you to them.”
“And why would I be in Khadoratung?” questioned Lord Yungis.
“For the Assembly of Lords meeting,” declared Lord Marak. “There is a need to elect another member to the Lords’ Council. Have you not been advised yet?”
“No,” snarled Lord Yungis. “Nor do I care. The Lords’ Council means nothing to me. Two days, Lord Oktar,” he snapped as he turned towards the Balomar lord. “You have two days.”
Lord Yungis turned and stormed out of the room. Everyone remained silent until they heard the front door of the estate close.
“What was that about a meeting of the Assembly of Lords?” asked Marshal Berman. “We just had one.”
“The Emperor has been assassinated,” Lord Marak informed them. “I did not wish to share that information with Lord Yungis, but that will require another meeting of the Assembly of Lords. In fact, I came down off the hill to prepare for that trip. There will also be a meeting of the Lords’ Council that I must attend. You should be ready to leave within the hour, Lord Oktar.”
“We are going to leave in the middle of the war?” asked Lord Oktar. “That does not make sense.”
“It makes perfect sense,” explained Lord Marak. “We have the provocation we need to call upon the Lords’ Council.”
“But Lord Yungis will never go before the Lords’ Council,” argued Lord Oktar. “You heard his despicable contempt for the government. No ruling can stop this now.”
“We do not need him there,” declared Lord Marak. “We will not be asking for a negotiated settlement. We will be asking for troops. Lord Yungis does not care for a fair fight. That is why he amassed five thousand Jiadin warriors. We took him by surprise this morning, and now he is worried. He came here to scare you into leaving your home.”
“Why would he think that we would leave?” asked Lord Oktar.
“He doesn’t,” said Lord Marak. “It was a desperate attempt to bully you. Because the odds are not so lopsided in his favor, he will now call upon the other Jiadin clans to come to his aid.”
“How many more Jiadin will come?” asked Marshal Berman.
“Instead of five thousand,” frowned Lord Marak, “we will be facing fifteen to twenty thousand.”
“Mercy!” exclaimed Lord Oktar. “Maybe we should give up.”