She heard Jin Li Tam’s gavel and looked up as the Gypsy Queen called for order. The woman looked tired but regal, her copper hair pulled back from her face and held in place by platinum combs. Her blue eyes were clear, and she stood behind the podium watching the crowded tent. “We now resume the matter of Petronus, King of Windwir and former Holy See of the Androfrancine Order.” Jin Li Tam nodded toward the table where Petronus and Esarov sat. “The petitioner may continue his declaration.”
Esarov stood and bowed. “Thank you, Lady Tam.” He stepped out from behind the table. “Over the last two days, you’ve heard Overseer Erlund and his governors discuss the matter of Sethbert’s death. The council has seen and questioned witnesses to the Androfrancine Council. You’ve also heard Petronus himself speak. And there is no doubt: This man did personally and summarily execute Sethbert.” The man’s eyes narrowed, and Winters saw that he was staring hard now at Jin Li Tam. “You yourself, Lady Tam, bore witness to the events of that council and have spoken to them before us. But I would ask a further question of you.” He turned, looking to the crowded tent, and lifting up a piece of parchment.
Jin Li Tam looked nonplussed. “Ask your question, Esarov. You’ve the floor and need no permission from me.”
Winters leaned forward. She could hear something rising in his voice and noted that as he asked his question, he faced the audience. “Very well, Lady Tam, I will be direct: It has come to my attention that Petronus’s actions were heavily influenced by House Li Tam-manipulated directly by your father, according to a highly placed officer in the Entrolusian army. According to documents I’ve recently received, Arch-scholar Oriv-also known as Pope Resolute-did not commit suicide as we have all believed. His death was coerced in collusion with your father, Vlad Li Tam.” Here, Esarov looked to Erlund. “Sethbert’s family was involved at some level, though the extent of this is not fully known. They wished to end a war they could not win and prevent the Delta city-states from sliding into civil war. Resolute’s suicide letter-the very letter implicating Sethbert-was forged by one of the sons or daughters of House Li Tam, and an Androfrancine weapon was provided. A member of Oriv’s own Gray Guard-a Captain Grymlis-assisted in the matter.” He paused, turned back to the podium, and continued with a slight smile upon his face. “My question to you, Lady Tam, is this: Were you aware of your father’s culpability in these matters along with Petronus?”
Winters watched Jin Li Tam’s face. At Esarov’s initial words, she’d blinked but maintained her composure. Now, her face turned red with anger. “My father,” she said with a low voice, “is culpable in many matters. What exactly is your point in these observations, Esarov?”
Esarov opened his hands and held them out. “Only this, Lady: The Desolation of Windwir is the greatest tragedy in Named Lands history. Nothing like it has been seen since the days of Xhum Y’Zir and his Age of Laughing Madness. And as the Francis have taught us, these wounds go deeper than our awareness can know.” He turned now, and began pacing the room, making eye contact with the leaders gathered there. He stopped at Meirov, and Winters saw the cold wrath upon her face. “The Fivefold Path of Grief can take us down a winding road, lead us into decisions and actions that in hindsight may be excessive but at the time, feel necessary.” He continued pacing. “Already, they ask one another in the taverns: ‘Where were you when Windwir fell?’ We are not gods-most of us do not even believe in gods-and there is no powder or magick to clear the head in the midst of such trauma and violence.” He stopped, back at his table now, looking down at Petronus. “We all acted as we were compelled when Windwir fell. Right or wrong. But to single out one man when so many others could join him here seems premature and unjust to me.”
Winters looked out over the room. The faces were a blur of grief remembered and anger refueled. Jin Li Tam leaned onto her podium. “What are you proposing, Esarov?”
Esarov smiled. “I am proposing a full investigation, authorized by kin-clave and with the full cooperation of all nations, into the destruction of Windwir, any and all acts leading up to and following that event, including oath-testimony by your father, Lord Vlad Li Tam, and all others relevant to the subject at hand. We try everyone-not just one man. Or”-here he paused and Winters heard the whispered voices sweeping the room-“we mourn our dead, move forward and rebuild our nations, restore balance to the Named Lands, heal the broken kin-claves and work together to assist Queen Winteria with the resurgence that has grown up in her territories. Either course is proper, but do not think for a moment that what we do today even scratches the surface of truth and justice.”
Winters shifted in her chair, and as she did, the Firstfall axe shifted in her lap. For the briefest moment, she thought she saw movement reflected in the polished surface of its blade.
Then, suddenly, they were at Third Alarm as a mighty wind shook the tent, and a young woman entered as Gypsy Scouts fell back from her magicked escort.
“I bring you tidings of peace and grace,” she said as she raised her hands. She wore gold-scaled armor, and her brown hair was braided with bone and shell and stick. Her face bore similar markings to Ezra’s-the painting was more careful, using dark earth tones that accentuated her large brown eyes. She was unarmed. “Forgive my tardiness,” she said. “I’ve been tending to matters of salvation. I had hoped to join you at the very beginning.” The girl looked first to Winters, and when their eyes met, she smiled with warmth and affection. “Winteria,” she said, inclining her head. “A strong and prophetic name.”
She knows me. Winters studied the woman and quickly returned the nod, hoping her eyes would leave hers if she did. There was something in them that frightened her. Something masquerading as love.
The others were standing now, and Winters watched as scouts from the Delta and Turam applied their powders and vanished while drawing their blades. Gypsy Scouts, unmagicked for now, moved in closer to Jin Li Tam and Petronus, their hands upon the handles of their knives.
“I petition the council for audience,” the woman said.
She saw Jin Li Tam wince. “Silence the alarm,” she said, turning to the girl. “You have come into our kin-clave of peace, uninvited, with magicked escort that I can only assume stands ready to commit violence. Who are you and what is your business among us?” The Gypsy Queen’s level of calm amazed Winters.
“I am about the business of our redemption and atonement, Great Mother,” the woman said. “I am Winteria bat Mardic, first and true heir of the Wicker Throne and Queen of the Machtvolk.”
Winters heard a stifled gasp and realized it was her that gave it.
Petronus
Petronus looked to the newcomer and then to the Marsh girl Winters. The resemblance was uncanny, though the woman who announced herself was easily five years older. She carried herself with a confidence and abandon that he could read easily in her posture and stride.
“My escort is indeed magicked-you would have not admitted me otherwise-but if we intended violence,” she said, “we’d have made those intentions clear without introduction and without losing the advantage of surprise.” Around them, he felt the tension crackling like electricity in a storm. The woman smiled. “May I have audience?” she asked again.