Arms-Commander

XCVIII

Saryn woke early on eightday, half-dreading what the day might bring, knowing that Maeldyn, Spalkyn, and Wethryn had arrived late the evening before, and that most of the other surviving lord-holders would doubtless show up before long. She ate by herself in her chamber, then dressed and checked with Hryessa to make sure that first company was ready for any eventuality, before returning to the palace to see Zeldyan.

The former regent insisted that Saryn use the third-level sitting room for any private meetings. She also suggested that Saryn provide her own guards from first company. Saryn did not protest, and within the glass she was waiting there for Maeldyn, with two guards stationed outside.

“Lord Maeldyn and Lord Lyndel of Lyntara, Commander.”

Lord Lyndel? That has to be Deolyn’s son. “Have them come in.”

Maeldyn stepped into the chamber along with a slightly built young man with tight-curled and short brown hair. “Commander…”

Both men bowed, and as she stood from behind the table, Saryn saw immediately the resemblance between the son and his late father. “Lords…please join me.” She gestured to the table, waiting for them before she reseated herself.

“I thought Lyndel should meet you before all the lord-holders assembled,” began Maeldyn.

“I’m pleased to see you, Lord Lyndel,” Saryn said, “although I wish that your accession to being lord-holder had occurred under different circumstances.”

“I would have wished that, also, Commander,” replied the young man in a voice far deeper than his stature and youthful appearance might have suggested, and not at all like his father’s tenor. He smiled politely. “Lord Maeldyn has suggested that it is most likely you will succeed the regents. Although I am young, I must express my concern, especially given that my father sacrificed his life to preserve the regency in the hope of retaining the traditions of Lornth.”

Saryn could sense both worry and youthful arrogance behind the smoothly spoken words. She did not reply immediately, letting the silence grow for a time, while she gathered order and chaos flows to her. As she began to speak, she used those flows to project absolute authority over the young lord. “Lord Lyndel…I will speak frankly. I did not come to Lornth to seek power. I came here to preserve the regency and the friendly relations between Westwind and Lornth. Ever since I have been here, lord-holders-mostly from the south-have either attacked the Lady Regent or me, all demanding two things-that the regency attack Westwind and that no woman ever hold power in Lornth. Lornth attacked Westwind once, and the result was disaster for Lornth. Westwind is even more established today. I arrived here with a mere two squads of women guards, and we have not only defeated but also destroyed all those who attacked us. I would point out that not once did we attack any lord-holder who had not attacked first.” Saryn paused and smiled again, sensing that she had shaken the young lord, despite his massive arrogance.

Sitting on the side of the table between Lyndel and Saryn, Maeldyn nodded.

“Neither the Marshal of Westwind nor I can allow Lornth to destroy itself with internal bickering, and I am most certain that any intelligent lord-holder would prefer to hold his lands under an overlord-or lady-sympathetic to his needs than to have Lornth raided continually by the Jeranyi and racked with dissension until it became a mere province of Suthya. Or would you prefer to find yourself under Suthya?”

“We have always dealt with Suthya.”

“The last incursion of Suthyans I dealt with,” Saryn pointed out, “because no lord in the north beside your sire had the armsmen to do so. Now…not through my doing, but through the doing of your fellow lord-holders, you have barely a handful of the armsmen trained and raised by your father. Exactly how do you propose to stop the next Suthyan attack, not that there is likely to be one…unless I leave you to that unhappy fate?”

Lyndel looked to Maeldyn.

“As I pointed out on that part of the journey we shared coming here,” Maeldyn said, “even between us, Lord Spalkyn, Lord Wethryn, Lord Chaspal, and I could barely raise a company and a half of armsmen. Commander Saryn’s forces have defeated more than ten companies of armsmen. In some cases, not a single armsman of the forces opposing her survived. The Suthyans lost close to three companies, as well as three white wizards.”

“You two seem to leave me no choice,” protested Lyndel.

Saryn laughed softly. “That is not quite correct, Lord Lyndel. The reason why your choices are so few is because so many lord-holders who are no longer with us chose so poorly. They attacked a land that never attacked Lornth, and they continued to press for such attacks even after it was made clear to them the futility of such. Do you want to hold your lands in peace and prosperity…or do you want constant warfare with Suthya and Jerans at best, or total defeat at worst?”

“But…under a…”

“Woman?” finished Saryn lightly. “Why not? Have all those manly lord-holders you revere supported you and your sire so faithfully? You might recall that Lord Maeldyn and Lord Spalkyn and I were the ones to avenge him.”

“No,” said Maeldyn quietly. “Commander Saryn avenged him, and you might well mention that to any who press you on the issue, Lyndel.”

While Maeldyn’s tone was even, Saryn could sense the anger behind the words, an anger directed at the young lord.

For a moment, Lyndel was silent. Then he shook his head. “I must offer my apologies, Commander…Lord Maeldyn. Matters…are so unlike…what I had expected.”

“They are so unlike what any of us expected last spring,” said Saryn, using the flows of order to press a sense of warmth and friendship on the young lord. “We cannot bring back what of the past has been lost forever. We can only forge a future in which we can all do our best.” She could sense that the young lord would not object to her, because, arrogant as he was, he now understood the situation, but that there remained concern…and resentment. There will be more than enough of that for some time to come. She rose from the table. “I am so glad you came, and I’m certain that you will do well in following your father’s example. He was most supportive of Lady Zeldyan and me when we last visited him.”

Lyndel quickly stood. “I appreciate your candor, Commander.”

“I’m very direct, Lord Lyndel. I find it results in fewer misunderstandings.” More anger, often, but fewer misunderstandings.

Maeldyn also rose and turned to Lyndel. “I need a word with the commander, but I will be with you shortly.”

“Of course.” Lyndel inclined his head to Saryn, then to the older lord-holder, before turning and leaving the sitting room.

“I apologize, Commander,” Maeldyn offered after the door closed, “but after meeting Lyndel, I thought it best that he meet you before he spoke with others and before everyone met.” The stern-faced lord smiled and shook his head. “He’s more stubborn than I ever would have been, but I could see him wilt under your authority. You will need that when all the lord-holders meet.” He paused. “I noticed that you were most direct with him.”

Saryn smiled crookedly. “I’ve never been that good at indirection and manipulation, and I’ve never liked people who are.”

“I believe you are quite good at discerning it. Am I wrong?”

“No…but just because I can detect it doesn’t mean I’m particularly good at it…or want to be.”

“That will make matters harder for you in the days immediately ahead, but far easier with time.”

With time and with the understanding that I won’t stand for plotting and the like. She wondered how many other lord-holders she would have to replace before the remainder understood. Saryn nodded. “Is there anyone else I should meet? Lord Jharyk has already requested a few moments.”

“I don’t think there’s anyone else you have not already met. None of the holders you…dealt with…have sons…or daughters,” he added with a smile, “old enough to act as lord-holders.”

“Should we recommend that their consorts serve as lady-holders until their daughters are old enough?”

“It might be best if you were the one to make that determination.”

Saryn smiled. “I understand.”

For almost a glass after Maeldyn left, Saryn sat and thought about what would be the best and most effective way of dealing with the assorted lord-holders.

It scarcely seemed that long before Lord Jharyk appeared.

Saryn stood.

The older lord looked around the sitting room, then stared straight at Saryn. “I heard words that you’re going to replace all the lord-holders with their daughters or some such. Are you going to have my daughter replace me? Don’t give me platitudes about whether you will become overlord, either.”

Saryn smiled pleasantly. “No. I’m not replacing any existing lord-holders who abide by their duties and pay their tariffs. I’m in no hurry to replace loyal lord-holders. Young Lord Lyndel has already replaced his father, and Lady Zeldyan has taken her father’s holding, since she is the only heir. That may also be the case for some of the rebel lord-holders. I do insist that your successor be either your eldest daughter or your son’s consort, and that you and I discuss who might be the best steward for the holding.”

Jharyk laughed harshly. “That’s their problem. My second daughter would be better, but you can meet them both. I’ll be an obedient lord-holder. What’s most important to me is order in the land and an overlord who will take on the Jeranyi and protect the borders.”

“I will, as necessary. I intend to have the other lord-holders follow your example of only having a limited number of armsmen. In return, I’ll use the companies I raise and support to deal with problems like the Jeranyi and the Suthyans.”

“Will all your armsmen be women?”

“Right now, that’s all I have. I plan to have companies of both. I will need more armsmen and guards to deal with those who would threaten Lornth.”

“What about Westwind?”

Saryn shrugged. “Westwind has no designs on Lornth and never did. We will trade as necessary. Since our interests do not conflict, I see no problems.”

“You don’t think women will leave Lornth to go there?”

“There will be far fewer trying to reach Westwind now than would otherwise have been the case. Those who still wish to leave would not have served Lornth well.”

“What about tariffs?”

“They will be slightly higher, and they will be paid on time. Most lord-holders will be better off because they won’t need so many armsmen. In your case, you’ll lose less to the Jeranyi.”

Jharyk laughed again, not quite so harshly as the first time. “You take care of them the way you did before, and you’ll even have me spouting your praise.” He paused. “There will be some who won’t take to you.”

“I know. They don’t have to like me. They just have to be loyal.”

“For some that’s been a problem. Then, I hear that most of them are dead.”

“Those that raised arms against the regency.”

“That leaves a few, Commander.”

“All we can do is see what they do,” she replied.

Jharyk shook his head. “They’d be wise to do nothing. I’m not sure one or two are that smart.” He inclined his head. “I can live with what you do. Good day, Commander.”

“Good day.”

After Jharyk departed, Saryn walked to the window and looked out at the front courtyard of the palace. How many more will want to see you? How many won’t even consider it? How will you handle matters if someone gets unruly?