The Lord and his visitor waited in silence until Marshal Yenga arrived and took a seat. “Our visitor is here in confidence,” explained Lord Quavry. “He has information about our new neighbors. I thought you should hear what is said.”
Marshal Yenga was a tall, muscular man, not yet starting to gray. His firm body belied his mature years and his stony face stared at the visitor with interest. “I shall listen in confidence,” the Marshal declared.
“Very well,” the visitor responded. “I am not aware of the information you have on the new Situ Lord of Fardale, so some of what I have to say may be repetitious. Lord Marak is young and inexperienced. At Lituk Valley he was a Cortain, as you were probably aware. This is strange enough, but you should also be aware that he was only Cortain for a day before being made Lord of Fardale. My point is that the new Lord has little or no experience in managing anything more than a Squad.”
The visitor waited for a response, but all he got were two blank stares and so he continued. “His very first act was to ordain a Council of Advisors to be composed of common people. A very sure sign that he does not know what to do. Even laborers and slaves would be represented on this Council.”
The visitor was getting frustrated by the lack of expression from his Sorgan host, but quickly suppressed his desire to leave the meeting. “As you know, Lord Lashendo ran into some problems with his Chula neighbors. He was trying to expand into the Sitari Valley and the Chula were not cooperating. Unfortunately, his guards were not adequate and he was murdered in his sleep. Normally, the new Situ Lord would make his first priority to crush the Chula who dared to attack Fardale. The new Lord, however, crawled to the barbarians and promised not to go near Sitari Valley as long as the Chula would spare Fardale.”
“Anyone who takes the word of a barbarian is a fool,” spat Lord Quavry.
The visitor smiled and continued. “Lord Marak has shown that he is a fool in many ways, Lord Quavry. His next act was to house the slaves in the barracks and demand that they have new houses built for them. Lately, he has even freed those slaves and is paying them for the same work he was getting for free. He also allowed the Fardale Army to choose its new leaders without his own input.”
“If the Lord does not select his own officers,” interjected Marshal Yenga, “he can end up with officers which the men like, but don’t have the necessary skills to lead their men.”
“How does all of this help the Sorgan?” Lord Quavry asked impatiently.
“Lord Marak will lose control of Fardale if this season’s crop is not sufficient to fulfill the contracts which Lord Lashendo negotiated,” grinned the visitor. “His people are busy working on new shacks for the slaves. He has given up the option of using Sitari Valley and his army is incapable of defending itself. Doesn’t this suggest a likely course of action to you, Lord Quavry?”
“Surely, Lord Ridak would just appoint another Lord,” suggested Lord Quavry. “We do not wish a war with the entire Situ Clan.”
“One would think that if Lord Ridak had an available Lord he could trust,” chuckled the visitor, “he would have already sent him. I think Lord Ridak is ready to write Fardale off. The profits have been minimal and his aggravation has been great. I believe he wants a ready excuse as to why the contracts were not fulfilled. Why else would he send a young son of a slave to be Lord of Fardale?”
“Lord Marak is the son of a slave?” quipped Lord Quavry. “I thought he might be Lord Ridak’s son. That was the only reason I could see one so young given the reins of an estate.”
“Certainly, he is not Lord Ridak’s son,” assured the visitor. “He is a young, inexperienced Squad Leader that doesn’t have a clue as to how to run an estate.”
“His selection as Lord of Fardale certainly does not speak well for Lord Ridak’s management,” summarized Lord Quavry, “but how does any of this information help the Sorgan Clan?”
“It is no secret that you would prefer that the Situ abandon Fardale,” shrugged the visitor. “Use the excuse of an untrained Lord to force them out. Cut off his accessibility from Lituk Valley and he will have no one to turn to for help. You could claim that he violated your border and your only course of action would be war.”
“So you want the Sorgan to wipe out Fardale,” pondered Lord Quavry. “Why? What is in this for you?”
“I have been a loyal Situ for all of life,” claimed the visitor, “but I cannot stomach what is being done in Fardale. When you attack Fardale, I, of course, will be taken captive. As is traditional, captives in a war must give Vows of Service to the conquering Lord. These new Vows legally cancel all other Vows of Service. I would become a loyal Sorgan Clan member and one who is already familiar with Fardale. I would make an excellent Lord of Fardale and administer it for the Sorgan Clan.”
“Very ambitious,” remarked Lord Quavry, “but it would appear that all of the risk would be mine. What are you prepared to do to earn your Title?”
“I will do what I must to ensure success,” answered the visitor, “short of getting myself killed, that is. The Title would mean little to a dead man. We shall both assume some risk and reap appropriate rewards. Your risk may be greater, but your reward will also be much greater.”
Lord Quavry looked to his Marshal for some sign of approval or disapproval. “Cutting off his communications with Lituk Valley would be child’s play,” Marshal Yenga commented. “If this Lord Marak is as unskilled as we have heard, our Army will have no problems defeating them. We outnumber them and we will have the element of surprise on our side.”
“So, it can be done if we decide to,” remarked Lord Quavry to the visitor. “Perhaps we will think on it and get back to you. How can you be reached?”
The visitor gritted his teeth and tried to smile at the same time. The result was humorous. “That depends on when you want to get back to me,” the visitor answered stiffly. “If you want to get back to me sometime today, you will find me with Lord Burdine discussing this matter with the Litari Clan. Perhaps they have a greater desire to expand.”
Lord Quavry’s face burned red with anger and he slammed his fist on the table. “Do not toy with me!” he exclaimed. “I gave my word to keep this meeting secret, but I can cut your throat before you leave here and I am sure that no one would know where to look for your missing body. You have made one thing very clear to me. If we decide to go ahead with this plan, I will require you to get one of my people on Lord Marak’s staff. If nothing else, he will be able to keep an eye on you.”
“It will be impossible to get one of your people on Marak’s staff,” declared the visitor. “Marak demands that every person on the estate swear the Vows of Service directly to him.”
“And what of it?” countered Lord Quavry. “Whoever swears Vows to Lord Marak will be swearing them to me again in a matter of months. It will only be a minor inconvenience to whomever I choose. I am also going to need solid intelligence on this Lord Marak’s every move. See that it happens right away.”
“Does this mean you are prepared to go forth with my plan?” pushed the visitor.
“There is a field in Fardale that is close to my border,” detailed Lord Quavry. “The soil is so poor that Lord Lashendo gave up cultivating it. Find some way to ensure that Lord Marak seeds it and I will claim a border infraction. I will have papers already in the capital to lodge a protest with the Council the moment he sends workers out there. Of course, we will not be able to wait for a Council Mediator to arrive, but that will be understandable. Lord Marak will not have filed any papers and we will prove, after the war, that he transgressed our border and we had to defend it.”
The visitor smiled as he nodded. Lord Quavry scribbled a note and presented it to the visitor. “This is the name of the person whom you will get accepted on Lord Marak’s staff. Present it on the way out and you can make arrangements for his travel.”