"Your commanders say he has a huge hatred for the empire. Any idea why?"
"Not the least, Mistress. We don't know who they are, or where they came from." Shih-ka'i resumed walking, "Keep a good watch, Pan ku. He might try again."
From the city wall he could see the woman in white standing atop a knoll a third of a mile away. She glowed in the darkness. "That's her," he told Mist.
She did not respond for half a minute. Then, "Curious. She's not alive. Not in the usual sense. She doesn't have a physical body. Yet there she is."
"There!" said Shih-ka'i, suddenly feeling the presence of the Deliverer. "To the left of her."
Mist shifted her attention, gasped. "It can't be!"
"Mistress?"
She was walking away already. Shih-ka'i and Pan ku trotted to catch up. She said, "Stay stubborn. Give me at least three more days. I think I know the cure for your Deliverer."
Shih-ka'i heard the soft pad of animal feet, but nothing charged out of the darkness. "I hope so, Mistress. I hope so."
14 Year 1016 afe
The Seed of Doom
D AYS HAD PASSED. Varthlokkur was at Mist's home, making certain neither she nor her new subjects had left Kavelin any unwanted gifts. The King walked in. The wizard was surprised.
"Found anything?" Bragi asked.
"Couple of inactive portals. Nothing else."
"Have to leave one working so she can drop in on her kids. Can you fix it so a gang of Tervola don't come tumbling through?"
"I've been considering using a demon guard."
The King made a face.
"I have a particular one in mind. A bureaucratic type. He'll throw anyone but Mist into stasis and defer to higher authority."
The King chuckled. "Come on. Be serious."
"I am. The creature exists."
"What about the others?"
"I shut them down. Radeachar is out looking for any that might be hidden away from the house."
"What about Maisak?"
"It's clean. We went through it last night. Found four."
"Think she was planning something?"
Varthlokkur shrugged. "My guess is, she used them for communication while she was getting her plot together. Not that she wouldn't take advantage of them later if we overlooked them."
"How's the baby?"
"Perfect. And Nepanthe is up walking around. We decided to call her Smyrena."
"That's an odd name."
"Not so much so in the old days. It was my mother's name. Nepanthe's idea."
"What about Ethrian? Caught anything new?"
Varthlokkur felt the unreasoning anger beginning to rise within him. He clamped down on it, growled, "No. I told you I don't want to talk about it. Let sleeping dogs lie. I think I've finally gotten Nepanthe off the damned subject."
"I got a problem you can maybe help with. Mist's kids."
"Nepanthe was talking about them this morning. They're her brother's kids. We'll take them off your hands as soon as she can cope with them." He had no enthusiasm for the task. He suspected he was too old and set in his ways to father Smyrena properly, let alone to foster a band of stepnephews.
"What are your plans? I'm pretty well through this crisis."
"But this wasn't the crisis you summoned me for. My friend, you played a little game with your eastern obsession and won. That's over. Now you have to come back and face your real problems. And you've got big ones. You've been using Mist's coup to distract yourself."
"Michael and I can handle Kavelin. My big worry is still Shinsan."
Then you're a fool, Varthlokkur thought, but didn't say it. "I doubt it. Well, I'm done here. I'll get back to Nepanthe. Seeing as you don't need me anymore, she'll want to get ready to travel. She'll want to make long lists of things we just have to drag along with us." He got out before the King irritated him more than he had already.
He thought he'd better stall Nepanthe for a week or two. It shouldn't take Michael that long to show the King how much trouble he really had.
"He's having dinner with the Queen," Dahl Haas said. "I can't disturb him. I thought you went back to Shinsan last week."
"I did. And now I'm back here. And if you don't take that message to the King right now I'm going to bless you with a spell that'll leave you sterile and impotent. Do I make myself clear?" Mist was tired and frightened and angry.
"All right. On your head be his wrath."
"You let me worry about the wrath. Just drag that note upstairs."
Haas returned in five minutes. "All right. He says come on up."
Mist turned away from the mirror where she had been considering herself. She looked older by a decade. She'd had very little sleep for a week. As she followed the King's adjutant through the halls, her legs felt twice their normal weight.
Haas showed her into the Queen's sitting room. The King met her there. "Through here. Been rough?" he asked, leading her through the apartment to a dining room. "It may not be polite for me to say so, but you look awful."
"Hello, Inger."
"Hello, Mist."
There seemed to be a mild frost. Mist shrugged, told Bragi, "I feel awful. Could you spare a meal for a tired old woman? I've been eating on the run since I left. Haven't had anything since yesterday."
Inger said, "Of course." Though she'd never gotten along with Mist, suddenly she was all solicitude. She gestured. One of her women departed.
Mist sagged into a chair. She noted the quick change but was too wrapped up in her misery to care. "I'm exhausted."
The King frowned. "Trouble? What the hell are you doing back? They didn't throw you out already, did they?"
"No. Not yet. No. I came to beg for help. Again."
"What for? You got what you wanted."
"This is something a little different. I got all the troubles, too. I can't handle this on my own."
The King settled himself opposite her. His face became more empathetic. "Go on."
"It's our problem in the east. I got a closeup look. It was worse than I expected. Lord Ssu-ma thought he was on top of things, but... Bragi, he's got his back against the wall. He's been driven back hundreds of miles to an old fortress town called Lioantung. He can't go any farther. He's going to make a stand with what's left of Northern and Eastern Armies."
Bragi looked puzzled. "So? What does that mean to me?"
"He won't just lose a battle if he loses Lioantung. He won't just lose Shinsan. The man is fighting for the world. It lives or dies with him."
"Oh, really!" Inger said. "Mist, that's just too much to swallow."
Mist ignored her. She did not like the woman. She spoke directly to the King, though she answered the Queen's predictable objection. "Bragi, Lioantung is the last obstacle between the Deliverer and the heart of the empire. The last defense of regions where people are packed together several thousand to the square mile. If Lioantung goes, there's nothing to stop the Deliverer from devouring the populations of whole provinces."
"All right. You've got me curious. Start from the beginning. I really don't know what you're talking about."
She went back and began with Lord Kuo's intuition about the eastern desert and his having sent Lord Ssu-ma Shih-ka'i to take command. She meant to edit, but found everything gushing out, without any control. She told every detail she knew, up through her recent visit to Lioantung.
"Armies of dead men?" Bragi murmured. "Really?" He seemed unable to choose between horror and amusement. "And he can take over anyone they kill, too?"
"Exactly. He can even control the living if they're not protected, though it's harder. Animals, too."
"The dead rising against the living. It's a Trolledyngjan draug tale come true... Up where I was raised the old folks liked to scare us kids with tales about the dead coming down from the mountains or out of the sea to carry us off. Draugs, we called them. The walking dead. But those were just wintertime stories." He closed his eyes and looked thoughtful for half a minute. "Mist?"