Wizard Of Rentoro

«As I said, the Bossirs are fit to rule Morina. I would be Duke of Morina, and my grandson and his heirs after me.»

Serana sprang out of her chair, her face turning red with sudden rage. Blade gripped her by both shoulders until the rage passed. She still seemed unable to find words, so Blade spoke.

«You ask much, Count Drago.»

«I deserve much, after so many years.»

«Does the Lady Serana deserve to be cast aside, after all that she has endured in the Wizard's castle?»

«She will not be cast aside. I imagine my grandson Zemun will be more than happy to marry her. She will have a place worthy of her, never fear. Or do you have hopes of marrying her yourself?»

Blade smiled. «She will be an excellent wife for any man who weds her, but that man will not be me. When the Wizard's power is broken, I must continue on my travels.»

The count seemed to relax. Obviously he'd been afraid that Blade was another adventurer like the Wizard, a man who might not wish to rule all of Rentoro, but who could have ambitions in Morina. «My grandson would agree with you about the merits of the Lady Serana. Shall we-«

«Shall you two stop discussing me as though I was a prize mare?» Serana snapped. «I think I have some right to speak, when my fate and that of my house is being decided.»

«Certainly,» said the count. «But we thought you had nothing to say.» His face and voice became grave. «My lady, the House of Zotair has come to the end of its road, or it will have soon-«

«My brother lives. He is young, his wife is fertile, and he has a son.»

«Two sons, Serana. There is a second, born a year ago.»

«So why do you reach out your hand for the duchy, then?» Serana's rage seemed to be past, but there was still an edge in her voice. Blade didn't blame her. The ambitions of Count Drago's old age threatened at least to weaken Morina in its fight against the Wizard. At least? That was more than enough!

«Because none of this will make the slightest difference, when open warfare begins against the Wizard,» said the count sharply. «Your brother will do something that will raise every hand in Morina against him.»

«He hasn't yet.»

«He will. He lives today only because people fear his master, the Wizard. You have been away from Morina these past two years, Serana. You could not hope to know how your brother has gone from bad to worse in kissing the Wizard's ass and indulging his own vices. The House of Zotair is doomed, except for you. Your brother's wife will die with him, and the sons are too young to rule for many years. We ca

Blade smiled. «You seem very confident that we are going to fight the Wizard and win. Then why do you think we need your help so badly that Serana must give up her family's position in your favor?»

«I just said it. That position isn't going to be worth a pile of sheep dung!» snapped the count. His patience was clearly begi

Blade knew the count's proposal had to be seriously considered, whether Serana liked it or not. From what Blade had heard, the count was one of the most respected men in Morina. His call could bring out many people who might otherwise waver, at least during the next few weeks. Those weeks would be the crucial ones in preparing Morina for the war, and even a few extra men at work might make a great difference when the Wolves came down.

They might gain even more than time and willing hands. With the count on their side, Duke Efrim would find it harder to wage open warfare against them. He simply would not be able to find enough fighting men. Blade and Serana would still have to worry about the Wolves, the Wizard's assassins, and probably the duke's treachery. They would not have to fight and win a civil war in Morina before they could face the Wolves.

Certainly that was worth something. If the count was right, the Zotairs were finished anyway. All he wanted in return for his help was the assurance of an orderly succession for the Bossirs. That would certainly be a blessing to Morina as well as to the Bossirs. Otherwise there might not be a civil war before they met the Wolves, but there would almost certainly be one afterward.

Destroying the Wizard's power was going to reintroduce traditional politics to Rentoro, Blade realized. Every rivalry and feud simmering over the last century was going to boil over at once. The battle that destroyed the Wolves was going to be only the first in a long and probably bloody series.

Well, Rentoro was still going to be better off without the Wizard's tyra

Blade looked at Serana and she nodded at him to go ahead. «Count Drago,» he said. «We ca

Blade was afraid the count would explode at the implication he was not telling the truth. However, he merely blinked, then nodded slowly. «Your bargaining would shame a heuda-dealer,» he said with a thin smile. «But I would not have it otherwise, if you are going to be a leader in this war against the Wizard. Very well, in two days' time.» He rose and left without another word.

Serana let out a sigh that made the candles flicker. «That old-! People always said there was more to him than met the eye, but I never dreamed of this! I don't much love Efrim, but by all the fates I hope Drago's lying about him!»

«And if he isn't?» said Blade quietly. He wanted to thrash the matter out with Serana now, in case they didn't see eye to eye. They would be wise to present a united front the next time they faced the count.

Serana sighed again «If he isn't, then he can have Morina, and much good may it do him! Yet-can there be so many people who might oppose us, that we need the count's support? Can anyone in Morina dream of supporting the Wizard, when they know they must fight him or die?»

«Yes,» said Blade wearily. «There will always be those who don't believe that's the choice. Even among those who do believe, many will hope to save their own skins by going on their knees to the Wizard. We could shout ourselves blue in the face and none of them would change. They may listen to the count.»

«It seems the fates have filled Morina with fools,» Serana growled.

«It is no worse than other cities,» said Blade. «And now, all this talk has made me thirsty.» He picked up the handbell and rang for a servant.