The Flower and the Chain

Part One

Chapter One

Oakenfal

Captain Oskern leaned forward in his saddle and frowned as he looked through the dense wall of trees. Heavy snow made the branches droop over his head, and his breath puffed out in a thin white cloud. In the narrow mountain valley below, he made out the signs of an isolated village. He had already lost count of how many different little villages they had encountered on their march west across the mountains, and it seemed like they ran into another one each passing day. He had no idea so many outlanders lived this far from civilization.

He brushed snow from his mustache and bushy black beard and turned his head as someone came up beside him. One of his squad leaders, a southerner named Horunus, rode his horse up to the edge of the snowy ridge. The two men were visual opposites. Oskern was broad and muscular, with thick black hair and a weathered, pockmarked complexion, while Horunus was almost feminine with his thin frame, long blonde hair, and smooth chin. But they both wore the Imperial Emblem of King Karustra on their shoulder and both had served in the Grand Army for over a decade. In fact, it was only a fluke that Oskern was the Captain and Horunus a squad leader. Their circumstances could easily have been reversed.

So, what do you think? Horunus asked, gazing down into the valley. They could see thin wisps of gray smoke emerging from the trees, and dark shapes that were probably wooden buildings on the outer edges of a narrow clearing. There were no people to be seen yet, but the smoke was evidence that the village was not abandoned.

I'm tired of this monotony, Oskern grumbled. All these mountain villages are the same, all the people are the same. Let's just skip this one and keep heading west along the ridge.

We're still weeks away from Bakk, Horunus reminded him. We might as well pick up some more supplies. Give the men a short break from marching. Maybe we'll find something worthwhile here.

I doubt it, Oskern said. These mountain people are hearty, but they aren't fighters.

He took the reins and tapped his heels, and his horse shook itself and plodded forward. He rode among the packed trees, his horse walking carefully through the snow so as not to get caught on a hidden root or animal burrow.

There were no trails to follow this far into the Kavas Mountains, so the army was forced to march through pure wilderness, making their progress even slower. That, combined with the snow and miserably cold weather, made the entire mission a long, drawn-out, painful endeavor. They had set out from the Grand City of Samorath almost four months ago. If Oskern had known ahead of time what a hassle this assignment would be, he might have turned it down.

Behind him and his squad leaders marched a regiment of 150 trained soldiers, recently graduated from the Grand Army Academy in Samorath. In this frigid northern weather they were bundled up in heavy furs instead of wearing their normal armor, and they were armed with short swords, axes, bows, and the occasional heavy crossbow. Most of them were from western and central Arvia, the regions of Thonelis and Aneshis. The squad leaders and a few others rode horses, but the majority of them marched on foot.

Behind the soldiers came mules and donkeys loaded down with supplies and rations. There were cooks and servants with all their equipment, medics and physicians, priests of the Mother and Father in their red and blue scarves, assorted volunteers and other servants, and random camp followers. And behind them marched almost five-hundred new recruits picked up from the other mountain villages they had passed through so far, increasing their total number to almost seven-hundred, a sizable army marching slowly through the wooded mountains.

Two other squad leaders, Jannick and Mardos, rode behind Oskern. Normally, a Captain in the Grand Army would have at least one Sergeant under his command, but Oskern only had squad leaders until they reached Bakk, their destination on the western coast.

Tell your archers to get ready, Oskern said to Mardos, pointing to a rocky outcropping up on a ledge on the outskirts of the village. If I give the signal, fire a few warning shots to let them know we mean business.

Do you think that will be necessary? Horunus asked casually, brushing snow from his sleeve.

None of this is necessary, Oskern grunted as he nudged his horse forward.

In the back of his mind, however, he knew that was untrue. Gathering new recruits and conscripting men to join the Grand Army was very necessary, even in distant locations like this. The people in these isolated villages needed to know that they were still part of the Grand Empire, and sending a few of their young men to join the army every generation or so gave them a sense of unity with the rest of Arvia. Recruiting men from these mountain communities also served a more practical purpose. It allowed soldiers recruited from the local population to help defend their own land, and also lessened the need to conscript large numbers of men from the more densely-populated southern regions. All these reasons, however, added up to very little when it meant an uncomfortable, months-long journey through the mountains.

They were noticed long before they reached the village. Two children witnessed their procession through the trees and ran off to warn the others. But Oskern did not intend to sneak up on them. It was better to give the people there some time to prepare, and the manner in which they prepared would let him know how best to proceed. Some of these distant villages had not seen outside contact in years, or possibly even decades. They might think Oskern and his men were invaders of some kind and attempt to fight them. If that was the case, he would not hesitate to burn the village to the ground if need be.

The village had no clear organization. The houses were situated randomly around a central area with a large fire pit, beyond them sat some larger buildings, probably meal houses or food storage warehouses. All of the buildings were crudely constructed from timbers with little real workmanship, and the doors and windows were covered in thick furs to keep out the cold. The roofs were made of tightly wrapped branches, sagging with the weight of the snow piled on them.

Oskern rode his horse right into the center of the village, with Horunus riding to his right and Jannick to his left. Each of them brought their squad of twelve soldiers coming up behind, for twenty-four men total. The rest of the soldiers waited on the ridge outside the village, although they were all on guard as well.

The odds of a village like this attempting an attack was very remote – as remote as the village itself – but it never hurt to be too careful. Some of these isolated villages in the middle of nowhere bred distrust and paranoia, especially farther north on the other side of the mountain range, which was mostly lawless wasteland.

They waited for a few moments. Oskern's breath billowed out like white steam, and his horse pawed the snowy ground impatiently. He rubbed its mane with a gloved hand to calm it.

From the nearest building, a figure appeared. He pushed aside the furs covering the doorway and tottered out into the open, leaning heavily on a walking stick. He looked thin enough to snap in two in a strong breeze, and his tattered furs hung loosely on his frame. He glowered at Oskern and his men, thin wisps of white hair clinging to his scalp, his wrinkled mouth clearly indicating that he was toothless as well as emaciated.

Who are you? Where do you come from? the old man asked, glancing uncertainly at the group of soldiers behind the mounted men.

What is the name of this place? Oskern asked.

The man frowned and said, Our village is called Oakenfal. I am Wolner of family Karg. Now who are you?

Oskern leaned forward and gave the man a cold stare. I'm Oskern of family Corruth. My men and I are representatives of the Great King Karustra. This land is part of the Grand Empire of Arvia. You are his subjects.

I know of no King Karustra, Wolner said carefully. I know we do have a King, but his name is Haveros.

Karustra is the son of the late King Haveros, Oskern said with a nod. Haveros has been dead for nine years.

I am sorry. The news had not reached us. We are far from the capital.

Yes, you are, Oskern agreed.

He dismounted and brushed snow off his black leather armor. The old man watched warily as Oskern stepped forward, his hand firmly on the hilt of the sword at his hip. He looked around the village, catching glimpses of people peeking out from windows, but so far no one else came out into the open, although Oskern was certain that all the houses were occupied.

What do you want? Wolner asked. We are loyal subjects. Why should the King send armed men all the way to our little village?

My mission, Oskern said, is to travel along the mountains and to stop at each village I find. If you are the loyal subjects you claim to be, then you'll provide some supplies for my men, to aid our travels. We're also seeking recruits to join King Karustra's Grand Army. I've already stopped at many villages such as this. They gave us the supplies we required and the men we asked for, and your village will do the same.

Wolner nodded and looked around, spreading his hands innocently. I am afraid that we have little to give. The snows have been heavy this year, and hunting is not good. We have already consumed most of our store of berries and grains from the summer season. We have –

Oskern leaned forward suddenly and grabbed the front of old man's furs, yanking him close so that they were almost face to face. Wolner squeaked in fright, dropping his walking stick and holding up his hands in self defense.

Listen to me, you old fool, Oskern growled. I'm in no mood for games. I have men waiting for my signal, and if I give it they'll burn your stupid little village to the ground, do you understand me? I'm not asking for anything, I'm telling you that I'm taking supplies, and I'm taking men. If your people try to resist, then I'll order my men to attack.

Okay, okay, okay, the old man said, shivering, waving his hands nervously. You don't have to do that, we'll cooperate.

Tell your people to come outside. And I mean all of them. If we find a single person hiding from us, I'll have them killed.

Oskern let go and shoved Wolner away, knocking him to the ground. The old man fumbled for his walking stick and got back to his feet, hands shaking uncontrollably. He turned away and called out, Everyone, come out! Everyone, come outside right now!

Horunus leaned over in his saddle and said, Not fooling around today, are you?

I'm not in the mood to fool around, Oskern muttered. He looked at Jannick and told him, Go tell the archers to stand down. Bring another squad back with you.

Sure thing, boss, Jannick said, turning his horse to ride away.

From each house, people shuffled outside at the old man's call. Like him, they were dressed in furs and crude leathers, and they eyed Oskern's men with suspicion and fear. Men and women of all ages crowded out into the village square, along with young children and more elders. Maybe a couple hundred people in all.

Is this everyone? Oskern asked, placing his hand back on his sword.

I believe so, Wolner said quickly. I don't see anyone missing.

Horunus dismounted as well and walked forward, giving the crowded villagers a pleasant smile that hardly eased their fears. The additional squad arrived and circled around the villagers, forcing them into a tighter huddle. Parents held their children closer, and several of the women began to whimper in fear.

Listen to me, Oskern said, his voice loud and clear. Under the authority of the Great King Karustra, to whom you all owe your allegiance, I'm here to take provisions and supplies. What you see here is only a small part of my entire force. I have no desire to commit violence, but I have no great compunction against it either. If anyone here attempts to resist me or disobey me, I'll have them killed. Is that understood?

The villagers nodded and murmured their agreement, most of them refusing to look directly at him or the soldiers.

Horunus walked over to Wolner and put a friendly hand on the old man's trembling shoulder. Please be so kind as to show me where you store your food, good sir. We'll need a portion of whatever salted meat you have, whether fish or venison, along with dried fruit or berries, if you have any. Any cheese would also be nice, although I doubt you have much of that. Oh, and we'll take any fermented drinks you have, whether it is mead or beer, or what have you.

Wolner nodded dejectedly. Yes, yes of course.

Horunus had the ability to be extremely charming and friendly when he wanted to be, which was perhaps why he had chosen to remain a squad leader. Captains could not afford to be friendly with anyone. Besides, Horunus could play the nice soldier while Oskern played the mean one, which suited them both just fine. I promise that we'll only take what you can afford to lose. Well, maybe a little more than that, but not much.

As they walked off, Oskern stepped forward and faced the crowd. He waved off his men, who retreated back a bit, giving the villagers a bit more breathing room. Among them he saw some burly-looking men and scrawny women, and a bunch of dirty children. They were dressed in furs from head to toe, like most northerners, making it hard to tell how healthy they were. But at first glance, they didn't seem to be too malnourished or sickly, like some of the other villages he had seen. Maybe he'd find some decent recruits here.

He let the crowd relax for another few moments before speaking again, his voice carrying across the entire village. We have also come here to recruit men to join King Karustra's Grand Army, he said. I want all the men of fighting age to come forward.

The crowd rustled nervously, but no one came forward.

Now! Oskern bellowed.

Immediately, several men stepped to the front, and gradually the rest of them came forward as well, although more reluctantly. Oskern's soldiers watched the crowd closely to make sure that none of the men stayed back, but he suspected that they would do as they were told out of fear, if nothing else.

There were about sixty men, ranging in age from late teens to perhaps early forties. A few of them seemed older than Oskern, so he disregarded them. Taking old men as recruits served no purpose. By the time they were fully trained, they'd be too old to fight. Instead, he focused his interest on the younger men.

I intend to take some of you, he said, watching their faces. If I have to take you by force, I will do it. However, if enough men volunteer to join us, then I won't have to. I would prefer not to separate men from their families.

No one volunteered, but Oskern did not expect anyone to right away. Even those who were interested might be unwilling to declare it under the watchful gaze of the rest of their village. But watching their faces, he saw some of their eyes light up at the thought of joining the army. In all villages like this, there were at least a few young men who didn't look forward to a lifetime hunting deer or fishing, or being stuck marrying whatever woman just happened to be the same age they were.

Oskern had been such a man, once upon a time. He joined the Grand Army when he was seventeen, as an easy way to escape the boredom and monotony of his own home village on the coast of Ronaris, far to the east. There were surely some men in this village who desired the adventure and excitement of a life in the military.

What about you? he asked one of the men standing in front. He was a tall, muscular youth, perhaps twenty years old, with shaggy blonde hair.

The young man swallowed nervously. I have a wife and a child, the man said softly, averting his gaze. I don't want to leave them.

Of course you don't, Oskern said. He folded his hands behind his back and walked slowly down the line, studying each of the men in turn. Most of them were decent candidates, which was a change of pace from most of the villages in this region, which seemed to breed nothing but weaklings and mindless oafs. Some of the recruits they had already taken would probably be good for nothing but working in the kitchens or sweeping floors.

One of the men looked at him eagerly, and Oskern took a good look at him. He was perhaps twenty-five, probably younger, with dark hair and a thin beard. What about you? Are you interested in being a soldier?

The man hesitated, and then nodded slightly. I think I would be honored, sir.

Do you have a wife and a child like the other one?

No, sir. I have no family. My parents are dead.

What is your name?

Nellan, sir. Nellan of family Karn.

Oskern slapped him on the shoulder. Well, Nellan, welcome to the Grand Army of the Great King Karustra. Head on back there, my men will show you where to go.

Nellan glanced back at the other villagers, and then ran off where Oskern had pointed. He ran as if trying to escape from a wild bear. Oskern grinned and rubbed his mustache to hide it.

Okay, there's one, he said. Who wants to join him? He caught movement in the crowd and walked over to see another young man raising his hand slightly. He was younger than the others, perhaps only sixteen or so, but was tall for his age, with shaggy, light brown hair and bright, youthful eyes. The expression on his face was one that Oskern knew well.

You want to join us? Oskern asked. Are you sure?

The young man nodded. Yes, I think I do.

What's your name.

Aldus of family Brom.

A woman cried out from the crowd. Aldus! No! She tried to fight her way forward, but the other villagers wisely held her back. No, please! Aldus, don't!

I'm sorry, mother, Aldus said, not turning to look. But I don't want to stay here.

No! the woman sobbed, falling into the arms of one of the other villagers, while those around tried to console her. Aldus did not seem too concerned, which brought another grin to Oskern's lips. Perhaps coming to this village had not been a bad idea after all.

Welcome, Aldus, he said. Go on. My men will show you where to go.

Thank you, sir. He didn't look back as he walked off toward the soldiers.

That's two, Oskern said with a satisfied nod. I think I would like one more volunteer. I don't think the loss of three men would cause too much hardship for your village.

Horunus appeared and walked over to him. The village elder wasn't lying about their food stores being low, but I think we can manage. We're taking a share of their salted meat and fish. They also have a lot of spare furs and animal skins. I figure we can take them to sell on the coast to supplement our income.

Go ahead and take them, then.

There is one other thing, Horunus said, his voice dropping low.

What?

Horunus looked into the crowd. It can wait until you're done here. Once you pick the new men, come and find me. I'll be with the packs. I want your opinion on something.

Horunus headed off to help supervise the loading of the new supplies, and Oskern turned to face the crowd once more. Now that two men had volunteered of their own free will, and Oskern's men had only taken a small portion of the village's food, as promised, the crowd relaxed a little bit.

Well? he said. Any other volunteers?

No one said anything, so Oskern walked up to the tallest, strongest-looking man in the crowd, a muscular brute with wide shoulders, deep set eyes, and scraggly blonde hair. The man shied away from Oskern when he stopped in front of him.

You're a strong one. You look like you'd make a good soldier.

The man looked around nervously and shook his head. No, no. Don't want to go.

He's a simpleton, someone nearby said.

Oskern nodded and stepped away. Now that the big man had spoken, he could see for himself that he would be no good as a soldier. He was big and strong enough to make a fearsome brawler, but he could never be properly trained as a soldier, and Oskern wasn't in the business of keeping watch over a grown man with the mind of a child.

Wolner came up beside him and said, Uh, General, sir?

Captain.

Captain, yes. Perhaps I could help you choose someone?

Oskern eyed him and pursed his lips, thinking it over. The old man was either trying to get rid of a village troublemaker or a weakling who couldn't help the community. A weakling would be no good, but Oskern knew that village troublemakers sometimes made the best soldiers, as long as they could adapt to military discipline.

Fine, he said. Who would you like me to take?

Wolner gestured toward the other end of the crowd. The one on the end, with the black hair, he said in a soft tone. His wife died last summer. He's not happy here. Perhaps he can be happy somewhere else.

Oskern walked over to him. The man stared back when he approached and then looked away. He was thin and pale, with long black hair he didn't bother to comb. But he looked strong, and had a determined look in his dark eyes that Oskern recognized and respected.

How about you?

No, thank you, the man grumbled through clenched teeth.

You sure about that?

Yes.

Your village elder says you aren't happy here.

I don't think he knows anything about me, the man snapped.

Wolner looked at Oskern expectantly, rubbing his hands together. He then tilted his head and glanced back at the crowd of other villagers. Oskern followed his gaze and saw that the people were all watching interestedly. None of them seemed worried or unhappy about the man's future, and in fact, some of the women seemed hopeful. They noticed Oskern watching them and nodded quickly, waving their hands in a pushing away gesture.

They wanted him gone.

Are you sure? Oskern asked Wolner.

Yes, he replied.

No! the dark-haired man shouted defiantly, stepping back. Get away from me! I'm not joining this band of marauders!

Oskern reached for him, but the man slapped his hand away. A moment later he was on his back, blood spilling from his nose. He rolled into his side, groaning in pain, raising his hands to his face. Blood spattered onto the snow.

Oskern rubbed his fist and glared down at the fallen man as the rest of them scrambled back and out of the way. He motioned for two soldiers to come forward, and they grabbed the man off the ground, hauling him up. He kicked his feet and struggled in their grasp, screaming as they dragged him away.

Let me go! Damn you! I hope you all starve! I hope they kill you all!

When he was gone, Wolner breathed a sigh of relief. Thank you for that. The poor man's name is Polus of family Rosk. I'm afraid that he was no good here. Maybe you can make a good man out of him.

You said his wife died?

In childbirth. The child died as well. Ever since, he has hated the rest of the village and the entire world, I think. He even cursed the Mother and Father and refuses to pray anymore.

Hate can be a useful motivator, Oskern said. I don't think I can make him into a good man, but I can make him into a good soldier. That's all I require.

You don't need anything else from us, then?

Oskern shook his head and turned to walk back to his horse. As I said, we're here for provisions and for new recruits. We've taken both, so that's all we need.

He brushed snow from the saddle and then mounted his horse, clearing his throat and looking across the village. The men had already returned to the rest of the crowd and now they all looked out at Oskern's men, unsure what to expect next.

When I return to Samorath and speak with the King, I'll inform him that your village of Oakenfal has done its duty and fulfilled its obligations to the Grand Empire. Thank you for the food and supplies. Your men that I've recruited will become soldiers in the Grand Army. You may be proud in the knowledge that they'll help defend our empire from invaders and conquerors.

Oskern didn't expect to return to Samorath any time in the next decade, so that part of his little speech was empty words. But the rest of it was true enough, and it made the villagers feel better. He turned his horse and ordered his men to return back to the top of the ridge and prepare to move out. Some grumbled or muttered under their breath, but they began their walk back up the ridge, leaving the village behind them.

One of the mounted soldiers said, Captain, aren't we going to camp here for the night?

It's still early, Oskern said. We can get a few more miles before night falls. We'll camp later.

Okay. It's just that ... the soldier shrugged and nudged his shoulder in the direction of the villagers. There's women here. Some of the men might enjoy spending the night.

Oskern just shook his head. I don't want to waste any time. If we leave now, we might arrive in Bakk one day sooner than if we stayed. And I want to get there as soon as possible.

Yes, Captain.

Wolner came forward again, watching the soldiers depart with an almost surprised expression on his face.

You are leaving, then?

Yes, as soon as we can. How close is the nearest village to the west of here?

There's a small fishing village perhaps two days away. There's a lake called Tamenta, the village is very close by there.

Is there any road in that direction?

No, but if you stay to the top of the hills, you should see the lake easily.

Some servants and soldiers came down into the village to collect the remaining packs of food. Once they were loaded up, Oskern intended to leave immediately. Although he shared the soldier's desire to spend the night. The villagers here seemed docile enough, and they had a large fire pit already made. Spending the evening by a roaring bonfire with a mug of beer would soothe his worn nerves, and perhaps some of the women here would be willing bed mates. The idea was tempting, but he couldn't justify wasting the whole day. If only they had arrived closer to sunset.

Stay here, he said to his men. He rode back up to the ridge to find Horunus.

At the rear of the traveling army, the new arrivals were given their instructions. Two mounted soldiers rode along with the foot soldiers and new recruits, to make sure no one fell behind or tried to escape. Some of the new recruits carried packs or bags with their personal belongings, but others joined up with just the clothing on their backs. They all greeted Oskern formally, not yet familiar enough with their commander to be friendly. Oskern remembered very few of their names, but some of the faces were becoming familiar. He would get to know them all better once they arrived in Bakk and began their training.

Once he was satisfied that the men were ready to get moving, he rode up the line until he found Horunus supervising the workers tying down the new packs and the furs they had taken. Horunus saw him coming and walked a few paces away from the others.

What's so important? Oskern asked. If you're done stowing the supplies, I want to get going again.

In a minute, Horunus said. Do you remember when Oalun first gave us this assignment? Do you remember what he told us?

Sure I do, Oskern said, not sure what Horunus was getting at. Our orders are to travel the mountains, recruit new soldiers, and report to Bakk. We're also supposed to be updating our maps and that sort of thing. I suppose we haven't been doing a good job at that.

You're forgetting something, Horunus said. Remember that bit about the King's Grand Harem? We're supposed to be on the look out for girls to send to the King.

Oskern chuckled. Yeah, I guess I remember that. Why, have you found someone?

You could say that. There's a girl down in that village who might be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life.

Really? Well, that means a lot, coming from you. You've probably slept with half the whores in Sweet Harbor.

More than half, Horunus said with a shrug. But this girl beats them all. Most of these mountain women are too hardy, too masculine. But this girl's different. I think we should go down and see her, maybe you could give me your opinion.

It's probably not worth the trouble, Oskern said, rubbing his beard. But didn't Oalun mention something about a reward for whoever finds the most beautiful woman in the entire empire?

Indeed he did, Horunus said, giving Oskern a sly smile. I thought you might remember that part.

Fine, then. Let's head back down and see about this girl of yours. If you say she's beautiful, then I'll have to trust your judgment.

First, they had to make sure the marching column was ready. Once all the packs were stored and everything was in order, Oskern returned to the front of the line and informed his men that they were ready to move out.

Continue along this ridge, Oskern ordered. Horunus and I are going back for just a few minutes. We'll catch up with you before you reach the next valley.

He left Jannick at the front of the column. Jannick was a lean, wiry man with dark eyes and black hair, but he always had a relaxed smile on his face. Yes, sir. I promise not to screw anything up in the next few minutes.

Don't make promises you can't keep, Oskern said.

The mounted soldiers in the front of the traveling party shouted the orders back down the line, and soon they all started moving forward. Oskern and Horunus rode back down into the village, where most of the villagers had returned to life as normal. When they saw them coming, a few ran and hid again, but most of the villagers stood around, watching them closely. Wolner was one of them, and he shuffled forward, leaning on his stick.

What is it now? I thought you said you were done here.

Not quite yet, Horunus said pleasantly. Since this was his idea, Oskern let him do the talking. There was a young girl I saw earlier, I need you to take us to her. She's about as tall as my shoulders, fifteen or sixteen years old if my guess is right. She has long brown hair. She's thin and quite beautiful. I'm sure you know who I'm talking about.

Wolner swallowed nervously, the ball of his throat bobbing up and down. And why do you need to see her?

We'd like to talk to her. That's all.

Just tell us where she is, old man, Oskern grumbled. My men are already marching away from this place, but if you like I can go order them to come back down here.

No, don't do that, Wolner replied hastily. Come with me, I'll take you to her.

Oskern and Horunus dismounted and followed after him as he plodded slowly through the village to one of the smaller houses on the far side. It was a small structure, indistinguishable from the others, with four uneven walls and a roof composed of branches, heavily laden with snow except for an open spot in the center where smoke drifted from. As they approached, the old man deliberately tapped the base of his walking stick against some exposed rocks, which Oskern assumed was meant as some kind of warning, but he let it pass.

The furs hanging across the doorway shifted to the side, and a man emerged from inside the hut, looking at Oskern and Horunus suspiciously. He had a scraggly brown beard and fair complexion, and looked like he might be able to handle himself in a fight. To discourage such action, Oskern set his hand firmly on the handle of his sword and let it remain there.

Rolan, Wolner said, raising his hand. These men want to talk to your daughter.

Why? the man snapped.

We have a proposal for her, Horunus said smoothly. We mean her no harm, I can assure you. We just wish to talk to her.

Well, you can't talk to her, the man replied forcefully, glaring at them.

Rolan ... Wolner hissed.

Oskern pulled his blade free and stomped forward, causing Rolan to stumble backwards, holding his hands out in front of him. Oskern slashed his sword through the cold air, making an audible whipping sound. The man's defiant posture melted away and he fell into the snow, cowering in fear. Oskern had no interest in killing an unarmed man, but the threat of violence had the desired effect. Wolner hurried away and wisely retreated back into the village.

Stop, please! a woman cried, rushing out of the hut. Oskern guessed that she was about the same age he was, but she looked younger. She wore a form-fitting gray fur jacket and faded leather pants, and her blonde-brown hair was uncombed and pulled behind her head. She clasped her hands in front of her, looking anxiously down at the man on the ground.

We just want to talk, Horunus repeated, giving the woman a tired look.

She sighed and reached back to the furs hanging over the door. Come outside, dear, she said meekly. It will be okay.

Oskern stepped back and slid his sword back into its scabbard, snapping the handle down with a loud click. He glanced at Horunus and shook his head briefly, but Horunus merely grinned and gestured toward the hut as a young woman came outside and walked into the open.

Oskern studied her closely and had to admit that she was quite pretty, but he personally liked women with more meat on their bones. The girl was thin but well-built, even though her form was hidden underneath her furs. She had the same soft, pale skin as her parents, with long, straight brown hair and a pretty face with full lips and a small, petite nose. Her eyes, however, were her most striking feature, and shone a bright green, almost turquoise, with flecks of gold.

Well, he said to Horunus. This was your idea.

Horunus approached the girl and gave her a short, polite bow. It's a pleasure to meet you. May I ask you for your name?

The girl pursed her lips and glanced at her father, who still lie on the ground. He nodded quickly and stared back up at the others.

Alona, she said in a soft, sweet voice. Of family Gren.

My name is Horunus of family Elarion, and my commander over there is Oskern of family Corruth. You may know that we've both come from the capital in Samorath. I would like to give you a proposal, Alona.

Okay, she said warily, glancing back and forth between the two of them.

The longer Oskern watched her, the more he began to agree with Horunus. The girl was quite beautiful indeed, and her voice was sweet as well, even though she'd only spoken five words to them so far. She probably had a lovely singing voice. But her beauty was highlighted by her swift and graceful movements, the flick of her wrist, the gentle turn of her head. Oskern could sense it in her posture, the way she carried herself. She wasn't exactly his type, but he believed she would fit in very well at the King's Grand Harem.

How would you like to come to Samorath? Horunus asked. It's the most beautiful city in all the world, I promise you. You have not lived until you've walked down the Grand Boulevard to see the Grand Palace of the King. If you want, we can take you there and you could live in the Grand Palace itself. You'd be treated like a princess, you'd have servants waiting on you hand and foot for the rest of your life.

What are you talking about? Alona whispered, her eyes glittering.

Her father, Rolan, got to his feet and nervously brushed snow from his knees. No, don't listen to these men. They just want to take you away, they want to force you to join their army as a serving girl or something even worse.

Horunus continued as if he hadn't even been interrupted. You might not know it, but you are a very beautiful young woman. The most beautiful women in all the world live with the Great King Karustra in the Grand Palace, and I believe you should join them. I'm offering you an opportunity to leave this little village and live like a princess. The chance of a lifetime, Alona.

Rolan walked up behind her and held her shoulder possessively. Alona's mother crept forward a few steps, her eyes flicking back and forth between Horunus and Alona. She was left speechless, and when her husband tried to get her attention, she just shook him off impatiently.

But what for? Alona asked. Why would they let me live there? Just because I'm pretty?

You would be given a place in the King's Grand Harem, Horunus explained. Clothed in the finest silks, adorned with diamonds and golden jewelry. You would be viewed as one of the most beautiful women in the world, Alona.

A harem? her father spat. She would be a slave, nothing more than a whore for the King to take whenever he wishes.

Would you deny the King his rights? Horunus asked.

Of course not, her father snapped, but he can have his rights with someone else's daughter, not mine. Her place is here with her family, not painted up like a piece of property in some city a thousand miles away.

Dad ... Alona whispered.

No, he said, I'm not letting you become a whore for the King. I don't care what these men say, they're lying to you. You'll be nothing but a servant yourself, subject to the whims of the King, you won't be a princess, you'll be a slave.

It's your choice, of course, Horunus said, taking a slight step back. It's for you to decide, but decide fast. We must be going soon.

But I can't ...

I'm giving you an opportunity that very few people ever get, the chance to change your life forever. The chance to become a princess. Horunus shrugged and looked around at the trees and snow-covered huts. This seems like a nice village. Perhaps you'll be happy spending your entire life here, marrying some local boy and having his children. And perhaps you'll always dream of the chance that you had and passed up. But maybe not.

Alona looked indecisively at her parents and shook her head. Her eyes shone with tears as her confusion began to get the best of her. Her mother said nothing and just stared at them, watching the scene unfold. She looked either either terrified to see her daughter go, or maybe terrified to see her stay, Oskern couldn't tell. Rolan held fast, keeping his hand firmly on her arm.

That is not the life for you, he urged. If you go with them, you'll become a slave, you'll be even worse than a slave. You must not go!

Oskern spied people peeking out of windows and sneaking up from the village to watch them arguing. About thirty people crept around to see what was happening, a few of them young women like Alona, although none of them as pretty as she was. Oskern looked at them and saw their jealousy, and it almost made him smile. He wondered if they'd be happy to see Alona go, since a woman as beautiful as her would be stiff competition in a small community like this when it came time to find a husband.

Come on, Oskern grumbled loudly. Let's get out of here. Let the girl stay here if she wants.

Horunus frowned and then gave an indifferent shrug. Well, it's been nice talking to you, Alona. I wish you a happy life. He bowed once more and the two of them began to walk away.

Don't walk too fast, he said in a low voice. I have a feeling she'll be joining us shortly.

That was a nice little speech you gave, by the way, Oskern commented. You almost had me wishing that I could join the harem myself.

Behind them, Oskern could hear the girl's father yelling, No! Listen to me!

I don't have to listen to you! Alona cried. I'm not a little girl!

Oskern could not stop himself from laughing, although he kept it quiet. He had to hand it to Horunus for painting such a tempting picture of Samorath and pulling on the desires that any young woman would naturally have. Anyone would have immediately fallen under his sway, dreaming of wealth and comfort and admiration. Horunus didn't even have to stretch the truth very much, which is why Oskern agreed to this in the first place. To join the King's Harem was an honor for any woman, that much was true, and Alona would certainly be better off there than in this tiny village out in the middle of nowhere.

Would you abandon your family? Would you abandon your mother?

I can have a better life than this! I can be someone special!

This is your home! This is your life!

Get your hands off me! I can make my own decisions!

Alona, come back here!

Horunus held out his arm to stop Oskern, and the two of them turned to see Alona running towards them. Behind her, Rolan tried to chase her down but gave up half way there and just stood, defeated, his shoulders slumped. He looked in dismay as his daughter ran out of his life. Alona's mother buried her face in her hands and ran into their house.

Will I really be treated like a princess? Alona demanded, brushing her hair away from her face, panting for breath. Somehow, it made her look even more beautiful. There was a fire there, an intensity that Oskern found intoxicating. My father says that the women in a harem are nothing but whores, is that true?

Horunus smiled openly. The women who are chosen for the King's Harem are like his wives, except that they have no political power like the Queen does. They are his friends, his confidants, and yes, also his servants and his lovers. But they also have servants of their own, and they are treated to a life of luxury. This I promise you.

The girl stared at Oskern, as if trying to read his mind. You're the one in charge here, aren't you? I want you to promise me that what he said is true.

Oskern liked that, and he glanced at Horunus. She might be young and inexperienced, and caught up in the thrill of this new opportunity, but she wasn't stupid. Horunus had spoken so sweetly that she didn't trust him.

He's telling you the truth, Oskern said. If I was you, I'd jump at the chance to go to Samorath and live in the Grand Palace. Very few women ever get a chance for something like that.

Alona only took a moment to make up her mind. Then I accept your offer. I'll go with you.

Horunus clapped his hands. Wonderful! You won't regret it.

She glanced briefly over her shoulder, but her father would not meet her gaze. He turned and walked silently back to their home, and Alona let out one short, sad breath before turning back to Oskern and Horunus. Can we leave right now?

Absolutely, Oskern said. You don't have anything you wish to bring with you?

I don't own anything, Alona said, shaking her head.

Then let's not waste any more time.

They walked back to the center of the village, and Oskern hauled himself up onto his horse. Wolner was there, watching them carefully, but he said nothing. Horunus mounted his own horse and held out his hand for Alona. He pulled her up easily and swung her around so she could sit behind him. She tried to sit upright but had trouble keeping her balance.

Hold onto me if you like, Horunus said with a grin.

Alona, my dear, Wolner said tentatively. You … you're going with them too?

The girl nodded, her eyes sparkling with emotion. She opened her mouth to speak, but seemed at a loss for words. She cleared her throat and then nodded again, looking down, unable to meet his gaze. Yes, I am, she said simply, putting her hands on the back of Horunus' belt to hold herself steady.

Horunus gave Wolner another friendly smile as he turned his horse around. Don't worry, I promise that she'll be well taken care of. She's on her way to live in the capital. You should be proud of her.

Oskern tapped his heels into his steed and rode out of the village without another word, and Horunus soon followed. They had already stayed longer than Oskern would have wished, but the village hadn't been a complete waste of time, so he felt in a reasonably good mood. With any luck, they would make a few more miles before it was time to set up camp again. Their ultimate destination at Bakk was still quite a distance away, and despite their unexpected good fortune in this village, Oskern was still eager to get there as soon as humanly possible.

He did turn in the saddle to glance back at the girl as she rode with Horunus, just out of curiosity. He expected her to be looking back at her home as they departed, but she was looking straight ahead, her eyes wide and a hopeful expression on her young face. She had the right attitude, he thought. The village was in her past now, and it was time for her to look to the future.

They headed up the ridge, leaving the small village of Oakenfal behind them.

Chapter Two

Alona

Alona had only ever seen horses a few times in her life, and she had never ridden one. As the animal moved and climbed up the snowy incline, she had to wrap her arms around the man named Horunus just to keep her balance. She felt the powerful muscles in the horse's back as it walked up the hill, and it felt like sitting upon a rippling, moving seat that kept trying to slide her off. Her feet dangled off the sides of the horse, since she had no stirrups to help her keep upright, and she held onto Horunus very carefully, feeling awkward about it, although he didn't seem to mind.

Already Oakenfal was out of view behind them, and she resisted the urge to look back at the only home she had ever known. If she looked back now, she might lose her nerve. If she changed her mind now and ran back home, her father would never let her forget it. He would take too much pleasure in reminding her that she had wanted to run away and be a whore for the King. Everyone in the village would know about it soon enough, and that was more than enough reason for her to stick with the decision she had made.

Maybe her mother would understand. Some of the other girls would have done the same, Alona was sure of that. But the men would never understand. Not her father, not old man Wolner, not Bertall or Rendick or Jasson or any of the others. They wouldn't see what an incredible opportunity it was, and how she'd have been a fool to turn it down. All they would think was that she was going off to join a harem and that somehow made it wrong.

Horunus called up to Captain Oskern. Who's going to take her back to Samorath? I hope you don't expect me to do it.

Of course not, the bearded Captain replied.

How far away is the capital? Alona asked.

Quite a ways from here, I'm afraid, Horunus said. Probably about twelve days by the quickest route. We'll have some of our men take you there.

And then what? I mean, are they going to take me to see the King himself?

That's the plan.

Up ahead, Alona could see the long line of men marching through the woods. She was shocked at how many there were. The line of marching soldiers clomping slowly through the snow stretched all the way across the top of the ridge, and she could not even see the end of it. There were many more soldiers on horseback, as well as other horses loaded with bags, packs, and supplies. Before Alona could get a good look at the people trudging their way through the forest, Horunus kicked his horse into a steady trot, and she had to hold onto him even tighter to keep from bouncing off the horse's back.

Captain Oskern went off ahead while Horunus rode up next to one of the supply animals and began riffling through packs. Alona tried to remain hidden behind him as the others marched by, just in case anyone from her village walked past. She didn't want Nellan or Aldus to see her. Not that it really mattered, as she wasn't very good friends with them anyway. She just felt nervous about them seeing her.

Here we go, Horunus said. He tucked a waterskin and some pieces of hard bread into a small cloth bag and twisted in the saddle to hand it to her. Let's get you a blanket or two as well.

By the time he had scrounged some thick fur blankets from one of the other supply horses, Oskern had returned with two other soldiers, both of them on horseback as well.

Who's that? one of the men said with a smile. Got yourself a wife, blondie?

I'm afraid not. This lovely young lady is named Alona of family Gren, Horunus said. He gestured to the two soldiers. My dear, I'd like you to meet Dashelus of family Lasarion and Konry of family Darrus

Pleased to meet you, the man named Konry said with a short bow. He had a soft, almost childlike face with smooth cheeks and a tangle of light brown hair on his head. He almost looked too innocent to be a soldier, although the sword and axe hanging from his saddle said otherwise. The other soldier, Dashelus, was taller and more imposing, with dirty blonde hair and a scruffy beard on his strong chin. He had a sturdy bow across his chest, and a quiver of arrows sticking from his saddle. Alona gave both of them a short wave but was too nervous to say anything.

All right, Oskern said. Here's what's going on. I want you two to take Alona here back to Samorath. Take her right to the Grand Palace and find Oalun. You know, one of the Administrators? The tall one with the bald head.

I know who he is, Dashelus said. You want us to go all the way back to the Grand Palace? You know that's going to take awhile.

I know. Take her there, talk to Oalun, and then head straight to Bakk as soon as you can. You might even get there before we do at the rate we're going.

Yes, sir. If that's what you want.

Oskern nodded gruffly, expecting no less from his men, and rode his horse over to Alona. He stuck out his hand. It's been a pleasure meeting you. I doubt we'll ever meet again, but perhaps we will.

Thank you, Alona said. Her tiny hand was engulfed in his thick leather glove as they shook hands.

It took some unsteady maneuvering, but she managed to climb from one horse to another, taking a seat behind Konry. He looked over his shoulder and gave her a friendly little smile. Don't worry, little lady, I won't let you fall off.

All right, Horunus said, handing her