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Tavi nodded. “It will take us that long to clear all the croach around there in any case. What did he say about a more efficient map of new causeway routes?”
“Twenty-five years, minimum,” Ehren said. “You don’t want to know the cost estimate.”
Tavi grunted. “Well. Nothing’s ever easy, is it? Ask him to draft a more complete proposal, and we’ll see if we can’t start the groundwork while we’re laying out this new hub.”
“Very well, sire,” Ehren said. “I’d like to suggest that the next time you watercraft to the Realm, you mention the need for those Citizens still in croach-covered territory to continue killing spiders whenever possible. In fact, I’d suggest that you place a bounty on them.”
Tavi frowned. “Interesting. Why?”
“The spiders are responsible for the rapid spread of the croach, sire. The croach seems to generate enough spiders to support it, spontaneously, and the more of them we kill, the harder the croach has to work to replace them, and the slower it grows. The spiders are relatively weak, and should prove a capable testing ground for our younger Citizens—and for our Romanic scholars to test whatever new devices they create.”
“You’ve been reading Varg’s books again,” Tavi commented.
Ehren shrugged and smiled faintly.
“What’s happened to us, Ehren?” Tavi asked, bemused. “Last year we were marching with Legions and saving the Realm. Now we’re negotiating treaties, pla
Ehren rose and neatened the sheaf of papers in his hand by rapping them gently on the desk. “We’ve passed through the interesting parts of history, sire. May we never see them again. I’m completely in favor of a nice, long, boring stretch.”
“Seconded,” Tavi said fervently.
Ehren inclined his head. “Oh. Congratulations, by the way.”
“Thank you,” Tavi said, smiling. “You’ll join us for di
“Of course, Tavi. My best to Kitai.” Ehren departed as quietly and efficiently as he’d entered, and Tavi stretched out in his chair for a moment with his eyes closed. Outside, sleet mixed with early snow clicked and whispered against the windows, though it was only midautumn. This winter looked like it would be a bad one. He’d been spending most of his focus—and money—on making sure the Realm was ready to face a long, cold season.
Actually, it had come more easily than he’d expected. It was much like managing a Legion, save that in the Legion there was an absence of dissension. (Though upon thinking about it, Tavi decided that one little fact made for quite an astounding difference.) Still, the basic principles applied—recruit reliable subordinates and delegate authority in accordance with their talents. Help them when they needed it and stay out of their way when they didn’t. Make absolutely clear what you expect from the people working for you and make sure rewards or discipline were consistent and fair.
So far, he thought, things could have been worse.
There was a knock at his chamber door, which opened a breath later. “Sire?” asked his valet’s quiet voice. “Are you ready?”
“As I can be, I suppose.” Tavi rose and checked his appearance in the mirror. His hair was short and newly trimmed, his beard likewise. The cloth-of-gold tunic was heavy, and all the gems didn’t make it feel any lighter. Still, it didn’t weigh as much as armor.
Fidelias, still wearing Valiar Marcus’s face, entered the chamber and shut the door behind him.
“Sire,” he said. “The guests have all arrived. No one has attempted to gut anyone. Today.”
Tavi glanced over at him and showed his teeth. “Well. We didn’t expect forging the Alliance to be simple.”
“Naturally not,” Fidelias said, setting down a tray that doubtless had a collection of light snacks on it. Tavi had been insisting on avoiding it for weeks, and it had become a kind of game for the sentenced man to provide Tavi with appetizing temptations. Tavi ignored them. Almost always. “What has most of the Citizens upset is how you handled the land grant for the Canim.”
Tavi shrugged. “They’re welcome to Parcia if they can take it for themselves. It’s the city deepest in vord-held territory. It’s our premier seaport, and the Canim have forgotten more about shipbuilding than our own shipwrights know.” He shrugged. “Besides, if we didn’t give them someplace to call their own, they’d take it anyway—and they wouldn’t be inclined to be terribly friendly afterward. They’ll be taking Free Alera with them, I’m certain—and any holders there who don’t want to operate under Canim rule are free to seek another steadholt under a different lord.”
“High Lord Varg.” Fidelias sighed. “You know why they’re truly upset about it, don’t you?”
“Because someone without furycraft has been made a High Lord,” Tavi replied. “My heart bleeds for the poor lambs.” He took the cover off the tray and found it stacked with small meat pastries. They smelled heavenly. He gave Fidelias a murderous look. “Mark my words. The day is coming when anyone who wishes Citizenship will be able to work for it and get it. When brains will get you further than any fury ever could. And when we overempowered engines of destruction will be a quaint reminder of the past, not masters of the future.” He put the lid back down with a sharp clang. “Someone should write that down. They can quote me later, the way they do all the other First Lords.”
“I believe they’ll save that for your words upon being dragged away to be locked in a tower as a raving madman,” Fidelias replied.
Tavi burst out into a quick belly laugh. “No, I’m not quite mad yet. How are the plans for the new program coming along?”
“Covert plans for the covert training of covert operatives? If I told you, I’d have to kill you, sire.”
Tavi gri
Fidelias nodded. “Sha has been most helpful. I enjoy working with him. Though his ideas of teaching methods are rather different than mine.” He cleared his throat, and asked, “Sire? Do you really intend to wait before taking the battle to the vord in Canea? Senator Valerius—”
Tavi threw up his hands. “Augh. I am sick of hearing that man’s name. He wants me to lead an expedition to Canea to find the last queen, does he?”
“Exactly.”
“Thus getting rid of me, which should make his campaign to frustrate everything I’m trying to build somewhat simpler.” Tavi shook his head. “If we have taken all of Alera back in ten years, we’ll be doing well. And that’s vital. We absolutely ca
“But you do acknowledge that it must happen.”
“Probably,” Tavi said. “Eventually. But for now… the vord in Canea are just too bloody useful.”
Fidelias frowned. “Sire?”
“Right now we’ve got something the world has never seen before: a working alliance among the Canim, the Marat, the Icemen, and Alera. Over the past century or three, how many Alerans have been killed fighting them, hmm?”
“Using the vord to hold the Alliance together. Risky.”
Tavi spread his hands. “The fact of the matter is that none of us can stand up to the vord on our own. The only way we have a chance is together. And the only way we’ll ever be able to take the battle to them in Canea is to live in peace with one another now and build something capable of defeating them.”
“Build something. Like this universal Academy you’ve been talking about.”
“That’s one element, yes,” Tavi said. “Our peoples have a lot to teach each other. The Academy is an excellent way to do that.”
“I don’t see what we can teach the Canim or the Marat, Captain. It’s not as though we can give them lessons in furycraft.”