Janessa felt the weight on her shoulders increase. With all she had to deal with and the threat to the lives of her people, were they now killing their own?
‘Traitors to the Crown, Seneschal?’ she replied. ‘Has your Inquisition uncovered some plot?’
‘In a manner of speaking, Majesty. And I thought the guilty parties in this case would interest you.’
‘Why is that?’
Rogan smiled. ‘Because they are foreign spies, Majesty. They are enemies of the Free States. Zatani from the southern continent of Equ’un.’
Janessa thought back to the awkward dinner in which Rogan and Odaka had quarrelled. The last she had heard the Zatani were being held in cells.
‘These men have been condemned to death?’
‘Regrettably so, Majesty. It became obvious these savages had only mayhem in mind. They are most likely agents of the Elharim warlord.’
‘Most likely, Seneschal? You mean you’re not sure? You mean these Zatani have been condemned on a guess?’
‘Absolutely not, Majesty.’ Rogan held up his hands, and Janessa was surprised at just how sincere he looked. ‘Their guilt is beyond doubt. Three mercenary companies have had to bury their brothers as testament to the fact.’
‘So they are condemned, Seneschal. How does this concern me?’
‘The Zatani were in thrall to the Aeslanti, back when your father fought those beasts at Bakhaus Gate. Many say these savage tribesmen bear the blood of the Aeslanti in their veins. Bakhaus Gate was King Cael’s last great victory. Surely this could be seen as a sign — that the execution of the Zatani is an omen of your victory to come.’
This was tenuous at best. Janessa could hardly see the relevance.
‘Omens are no use to me, Seneschal. It’s men and resources I need.’
‘Of course. But morale on the streets is low. A public display, a reminder of old victories, might be just what the citizenry needs before it faces the Khurtas.’
Janessa had not even thought of such a thing. That her people might need to have their morale bolstered in such a way. But then who would think an execution might raise the spirits? That people could watch gleefully as someone was killed before their eyes — even if it were an enemy of the city?
What was it Odaka once said? That as the queen of this realm you must weigh every outcome, consider every option.
If this was what it would take to give her people the strength to defeat their enemy then she would sanction it. If these foreigners had come here to do harm to her city and its people, they had to die.
If only Odaka were with her now, he would know what to do. He had been a warrior of Equ’un after all, though obviously not a Zatani. They were of a rival tribe, savages, barely human if rumours were true. But was it not time for Janessa to make her own choices? She could not rely on Odaka to provide solutions to every difficult decision.
‘Very well, Seneschal,’ said Janessa, though the words almost stuck in her throat. ‘You may have your execution.’
‘Thank you, Majesty. You will of course be attending?’
Attend a public execution? The thought turned Janessa’s stomach.
‘I will not, Seneschal. I have more pressing matters.’
‘But there are considerations of protocol. And it would do the city good to see you there … for morale, of course.’
In the absence of Odaka, only Chancellor Durket was by her side. As much as she was loath to do so, Janessa now turned to him.
‘Considerations of protocol?’
Durket looked at her, blankly at first. Ever since she had been attacked by Azai Dravos, Durket had wandered the corridors of Skyhelm in a daze.
‘Er … yes, Majesty. Monarchs are obliged to attend the executions of traitors and rival heads of state.’
‘Then it seems I have little choice,’ she said, taking no relish in the prospect. ‘I trust you can make the arrangements, Seneschal?’
Rogan bowed and gave her a look that suggested the arrangements were more than likely already made.
Before he could make his fawning pleasantries and leave, marching figures entered the throne room. They were surrounded by four Sentinels, but this wasn’t a close guard keeping a vigilant watch lest they try to harm the queen. This was a loose honour guard — one reserved for visiting dignitaries.
The Sentinels stopped, allowing the two figures to approach the throne. Kaira took a protective step forward, but Janessa held up a hand to stop her drawing her weapon.
An old woman halted in front of the throne. Though it was obvious she was well past her middle years, her age was impossible to guess. While her topknot of hair was silver, her eyes were sharply piercing. Her robe hung from her thin frame like a cloak from a hook and Janessa could see it was badly stained.
Next to her was a youth, who shuffled up beside the woman as though she might protect him from the gathered knights.
The old woman carefully took to her knee, the boy quickly doing the same.
‘Majesty,’ she said. ‘I am Magistra Gelredida. I bring warning of a plot against your life.’
Seneschal Rogan took a step forward. ‘Come now, Magistra. We all know the queen’s life is in constant danger. I can assure you she is quite safe under our care.’
Janessa was about to tell Rogan to be silent — who was he to make such a presumption? — but it seemed the Magistra had even less time for his interruptions.
She stood up, regarding Rogan with a withering look. To Janessa’s surprise, the Seneschal of the Inquisition took a step back and held his peace.
‘This is no ordinary plot,’ the woman continued. ‘It is one that goes to the very bowels of the Tower of Magisters. One that your personal guard may not be able to protect you from.’
Kaira moved in close to Janessa. ‘If this is true, then attending a public execution would be madness, Majesty.’
Janessa nodded, a little relieved that she had a legitimate excuse to not attend.
‘Public or not,’ said Gelredida. ‘Something dark is coming and there’s every chance sorcery will be involved. Something only I will be able to protect you from.’
‘If I may,’ ventured Rogan. ‘If something is coming, perhaps we should try to draw it out — rather than just delay the threat. A public execution it is known you will attend would be the perfect trap. We could make it a smaller affair than normal, set it within an environment we could control. The Magistra here could be in attendance to protect you.’
This was madness. Her life had already been threatened more than once in the palace. To now expose herself and her unborn child to catch some secret killer was the height of folly.
‘Seneschal Rogan,’ she said. ‘I think it’s clear-’
‘No, he might be right,’ said the Magistra. Even though Janessa had become unaccustomed to being interrupted these last weeks, she still thought little of the breach in manners. It was clear this woman was not to be silenced by anyone. ‘A small public venue would provide the perfect opportunity for us to catch the assassin in the act.’
There was silence. Kaira was shaking her head, and it was clear she thought this madness, but something about the Magistra elicited Janessa’s absolute trust.
‘Very well,’ Janessa agreed. ‘We should endeavour to capture this assassin. With members of the Caste attending, I assume there can be little danger?’
She asked that question not just for her. In recent days she had endangered the life of her child, and there was no way she wanted to repeat that. If, as was rumoured, assassins were even now plotting her death she had to face them on her own terms, it was the only way.
Magistra Gelredida cocked her head. ‘There is always danger, Majesty. But your safety will be paramount. Trust me on that.’
Without asking permission, the old woman turned and made her way from the throne room.
As she watched the old woman leave, Janessa wondered just how much trust she had left.