The Commander of the Guard came forward and knelt on both
knees in full armor before this Emperor. “I have every available Guard in the
City in their saddles outside the Palace walls awaiting your arrival. They and
I will follow your orders to the death.”
“How many are there?” Mandrean Inquired.
“One hundred and eighty riders are suitable for duty and are
ready to ride,” Vipis answered.
“That will be sufficient to guard me,” Mandrean told the
commander. “Have my horse and one for Necromancer waiting by yours and inform
the men we are leaving at once.” The commander nodded and stood. He gave the
fist salute and rushed from the room.
Mandrean turned to his Court Magician and said tauntingly,
“Be sure to dress warmly. These rides can become frightfully cold.”
“Fear not for me, My Master,” Necromancer said as he
prepared to follow the commander. “A fire burns within me that will ward off
the harshest of winds.” With a half-hearted bow he left the room.
Mandrean gave a nod to Fendri. Then the House Master stood
and proclaimed. “The court is dismissed.” There was a good deal of mumbling as
the courtiers exited the hall. Soon only Mandrean, Fendri, Gramlick and a hand
full of guards remained. Mandrean snapped his fingers and the guards left.
With only the three individuals left, Mandrean approached
Gramlick. “I have a special task for you, my Teacher. Maxion is as crooked as a
tree-branch in the wind. You will stay here and see to it no coup is attempted
in my absence. Furthermore, there are many displaced citizens who are likely
hungry and cold. See the issue is handled.”
“How will I enforce your authority when Maxion has a Legion
at his command?” Gramlick asked.
Mandrean held out his open palm and had it immediately
filled by an envelope bearing his seal. “These orders give you the right to act
in my stead. I have personally sent for a Legion of your men to camp just
outside of town. They will be here tomorrow. Your soldiers will beat Maxion’s
any day.”
“Then why leave Maxion here at all?” Gramlick asked. “I
could have handled this alone.”
“I am testing him,” Mandrean explained. “He will not know of
your forces and his allegiance will be proven in the coming days. He also has
recent experience with handling rebellious people. You, on the other hand, will
see to it the people are here when I return. Now go to your quarters and take
some rest.”
Mandrean could see his former tutor playing through
scenarios in his head as he limped from the room. Only Fendri and Mandrean
remained. The emperor turned to the Master of his House and handed him six
envelopes.
“What are these,” Fendri asked as he looked at the seals.
“These are orders I want you to personally deliver to
Numbers One through Six,” Mandrean said slyly.
“To the concubines?” Fendri asked.
“No,” answered Mandrean grimly. “You know of whom I speak.”
Fendri paused a moment as he realized to whom his master was
referring. “If I may be so bold, My Master, what do these orders say?”
Mandrean smiled and answered, “They are insurance. If I
wanted you to read them, they would not have been sealed. Take heart in the
fact I would not have given them to you if I thought you would open them. The
less you know the better you will be, Fendri.”
“Now, I must vanquish a rat my forces are in the process of
trapping. With his death dawns the birth of a Mandrean Empire that shall rule
the world. I bid you goodbye, Dear Fendri.”
Mandrean strode toward the door. Fendri looked at the sealed
orders and then at his master. “Manenvious,” he called out. Mandrean stopped
mid-stride and turned angrily to view his friend. “Remember the first thing
Gramlick taught you,” Fendri reminded. “’Never underestimate your opponent.’”
Mandrean snorted in disgust and left the room.
Fendri stood alone with his orders in hand and heard only
his racing heartbeat. As he turned to leave a strong wind blew through the
shattered remnants of the great doors and extinguished all the torches in the
room. Fendri felt a sense of foreboding as he returned to his wing of the
palace.
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