Wednesday, 20 October 2010

The Return of the Exiles


Chapter 14

It  was still dark when Edward was awaken by the sound of people moving around the apartment the morning after the meeting of the Governor's Council. Edward sat up in his bed when he heard Tulla and  Zita speaking in the next the room to discover that the fire was blazing cheerfully in the hearth. It still shocked him a little to realise that the servants had been into his room to make up the fire while he was still asleep alongside his wife. Kitty was so used to having servants around, it was as though they were not visible until she wanted them to do something for her. Edward felt he would never get used to another person wandering around his apartment while he was there.
Kitty lay close, snuggling up to his body but showing no signs of moving. With a sigh, Edward gently moved her arms away from his body and swung his legs from the bed. Even though Kitty had been reluctant at first to let him go after he had told her of the Governor's orders, a discussion about duty that ensued had convinced her of his duty and she had reluctantly agreed.
She had made him understand, however, that he would have to get up on his own the next morning. Having travelled in the wet and cold the day before, she was going to lie in bed until mid morning, she told him emphatically.
As Edward looked around for his clothes before venturing out into the sitting room, Tulla said brightly from the doorway to his bedroom, " Good morning, Mr. Eastland. I am glad to see you are up. Over Master Ormrood is waiting for you in the entrance hall of the Mansion. Zita and I took the liberty to pack what you will require as instructed by the Over Master. I hope you did not mind. Your breakfast is laid out in the sitting room by the fire and your clothes are on the chair. Will I call Mrs. Eastland before you go?"
Pulling his wrap around his body to keep out the cold, Edward smiled at Tulla. " Call her while I am having breakfast. No doubt she will go “
" It was cold and frosty when I went out to find Over Master Ormrood. Enjoy your breakfast." Tulla smiled again and left Edward to dress.
After dressing and eating a quick breakfast, Edward went back into the bedroom to say goodbye to Kitty. She was sitting in bed bundled in the bed clothes, sourly looking out of the window at the brightening sky.
" Do you have to leave so early?" she asked grumpily her eyes still misty from sleep.  Looking at her, Edward had to conclude that she could be as messy as any other woman early in the morning " I am afraid so. If you have any complaints, moan to your brother. He is the one who has arranged all this for me." Edward kissed her. " I will see you in a few weeks, I expect."
" Hurry back Edward. I hate it when you are away," Kitty said kissing him fiercely.
Leaving Kitty preparing to snuggle back under her bed clothes, Edward left the apartment and strode down the corridor to the top of the staircase. Looking down the stairs, he saw Tag in the hall, leaning against a pillar waiting for him to descend. Tag was of medium height, broad shouldered, dressed in tan coloured leather clothes with his long black hair pulled away from his face by a red cloth. He grinned in greeting when he saw Edward descending the stairs and pushed himself sinuously away from the pillar.
" Good morning, Mr. Eastland," he said cheerfully. " All is ready for our ride. I gather from Boric that we are going to Alskar Province. He told me that you would know what our itinerary will be. You can explain to me what we have to do as we ride."
Matching Tag's step pattern as they left the building, Edward replied with a smile, " Call me Edward. We have a lot of riding to do together and this formal address will get wearing after a while. The plan is to get to Alskar by this afternoon and stay at the inn in the market square overnight. Then we go on to Fox's farm to meet Margaret Fox and her father. After that I am not certain. All I know is that we will have a lot of riding to do but it could result in our chasing shadows. Where we will stay each night, I have no idea."
Tag grinned once more. " I have packed a tent on to one of the pack horses so, if we have to, we can sleep rough."
Edward growled in reply. " I know what Rombuli can be like this time of the year and sleeping rough will not very pleasant especially up on the moors of Alskar Province. Let us hope we can find buildings to sleep in every night."
Tag laughed. " Come on Edward. You are taking all the adventure out of our quest!
When they came out of the door, they found a couple of grooms holding six horses, one of which was Midnight.
" Our horses, two spare horses and two pack horses seems to be enough. I took the liberty to include your long bow though how you can shoot with that thing is beyond me. I have my short horse bow. I see you have your sword and a dagger." Tag waved his arm to include their gear.
Edward frowned. " Alskar is a peaceful place and I cannot see us needing all those weapons while we are there."
" Troubled times, Edward," Tag looked serious. " If the Empire is in trouble, we have to be prepared for trouble, no matter where we go. I wanted to bring more men with us but Boric told me you would not allow me to have anymore. Something about frightening the natives if we came with a troop of soldiers. So, you will only have me to watch your back."
" I have certain powers which might help as well," Edward said as they approached the horses.
" So I have heard," Tag replied laughing," but even somebody with power still needs somebody to watch their back."
They mounted their horses and rode away from the Mansion towards the gate and the bridge over the river. As the guards raised the barrier to let them through, waving to Tag, Edward’s mind drifted back to that time years ago when he had last left the Island to ride to Alskar. He had left Kitty in Nimmar and rode as fast as he could to Alskar only to find his family dead when he had arrived. As he and Tag rode up the hill out of the town, Edward could only hope that his journey would be more peaceful this time.
The ride to Alskar was uneventful, though cold and wet in the drizzle driven across their road by a wind from the mountains to the north.
It was late afternoon in a gathering gloom when they crossed the bridge and entered the town. The Grey Dog Inn looked welcoming as they alighted from their horses and handed these to a groom with instructions about their gear. Across the square, the Meeting Hall stood dark and watchful and there were very few people abroad on the streets.
Pushing his way through the door of the Grey Dog, Edward led Tag into the sitting room. The lanterns were already lit, bathing the room in a smoky light. A large fire in one corner gave out heat from the logs burning fiercely and the few people in the room looked round at the visitors but soon returned to their conversations and their drinks. Tag noticed that the wooden floor was cleanish and the tables polished.
A man came round from the serving bar, a frown on his face. Edward recognised Joe and at the same time Joe recognised him.
" Edward Eastland! How are you? It has been a long time since you came here. What brings you to this part of the world?" Joe wiped his hands on a cloth, eying Tag and their weapons in enquiry.
" Hello Joe. The last time I saw you was at my parents funeral." Edward shook the offered hand. " This is Tag and we need two rooms for the night. After we have settle into our rooms, I will explain everything over a meal and a beer. Have you two rooms?"
" For you Edward, I will always have a room. Top of the stairs and to the front of the building. I will get Bob to bring your bags up. Welcome back to Alskar."
Later, Tag and Edward came back down into the sitting room and Joe showed them to a table to one side of the fire. He called a serving girl called Massie and instructed her regarding the meal she was to fetch for Tag and Edward. As she left, she looked over her shoulder with a puzzled frown and Edward knew then that his return to Alskar was not going to be anonymous. Soon the word would be out and he could imagine many people coming to the Inn to see him. Still, he thought, I am not supposed to be here unnoticed.
They ate their meal in silence though Edward noted that Tag never for one moment stopped looking around the room. He was especially attentive when anybody new entered through the street door and his hands were never very far from his weapons. When they had finished, Joe came back to their table with three glasses of beer and pulled over a chair to join them. As though this was a signal, two other men left their table and joined them.
" You know Jerry Macklin, " Joe said indicating a grey haired man of medium height who had joined them.
" Greetings Mr. Macklin,"  Edward said smiling. " I hope you have forgiven me for being  part of the action which led to Gary's death."
" Welcome home, Edward," Jerry Macklin replied. " I never did blame you for his death, you know, which was why I asked you to lead the his funeral service. It is the pigs who control the Empire who were to blame. I am now Mayor of Alskar taking over the leadership from your father though I have not his power or his authority. Joe thought I would like to hear what became of you so I hope you don't mind if I join you. I expect you remember David from when you were growing up here. He is here to represent the younger ones who remember you."
Edward caught the look in Tags eye and the way Tag lent back in his chair to make sure his feet were out from under the table. Edward nodded to David, a short thin man who he remembered more of a friend of Matt's rather than himself.
" It is a surprise to see you here," Jerry Macklin went on pointedly ignoring Tag and his weapons.  " The last I saw of you was when you and Morag were being led away by the Imperial Master and his troops up towards the Fort. There were persistent rumours that you had been let free and were working around Alskar Province but nobody ever saw you and you never came back to Alskar Town. Morag disappeared completely though it was understood that she had been dragged away by a Covenenter. Then a wagoner told my son that he had heard from the blacksmith that you had been arrested down near Pinaar and escorted back to Nimmar by some Imperial troops a few months ago. Now you have turned up here, free and accompanied by an Imperial Ranger, if I am not mistaken. At the same time there are rumours circulating that the Empire is in trouble. What can you tell us?"
" Should I have to tell you anything?" Edward answered harshly.
Jerry Macklin did not have a chance to reply. A large red faced man thrust his way through the group around the table and confronted Edward. A knife hilt was banged on the table and the man thrust his face close to Edward's across the surface.
" How can you come here like this? Did Matt die following one of your crazy schemes in vain?" The man shouted angrily. " We thought you were one of us especially when you stood up to the Covenenter in the Town Square that day. I was so proud that somebody had the courage to stick up for my son. Now you have gone over to the enemy!"
Tag started to move but Edward waved him back into his seat. " What are you talking about?" Edward asked calmly.
" What is this Bob?" Jerry Macklin asked, putting a restraining hand on Bob's elbow.
" I was given a permit to transport some corn to Nimmar," Bob shouted, his eyes never leaving Edward's face. " While I was there, he got married to that Kitty Borovic he was so concerned with while she was here with the Grand Master. He is now one of them and we should have nothing to do with him!"
Bob moved suddenly, the knife rising from the table and thrust towards Edward. Tag came out of his chair, a sword suddenly in his hand but Edward did not move. The knife stopped half way to its target, Bob stood rigid trying desperately to force the knife home but he was held in a spell as though shackled in place.
" Get a chair!" Edward ordered Tag, who quickly, his eyes staring at his friend, obliged. With hard eyes, Edward forced Bob back into the chair. The knife fell to the floor and Tag picked it up and put it on the table in front of Edward. All of the people in the room were staring wide-eyed at Edward.
" This has gone far enough!" Edward snapped. " Sit down Tag and put your sword away. These people are not fighters like you except for the odd barroom brawl. They would not stand a chance if it came to a fight. Anyway as you can see, I can defend myself in my own way."
He looked at the knife, jerked his head and it floated across the table to land gently in Bob's lap.  " Put that knife away before you harm yourself."
Jerry Macklin shook his head. " We all knew you had some power from that day you stood up to the Covenenter but never this much power. Your father never went out of his way to show us his power even though we all knew he had the talent. Morag only used her to help the sick and injured. Can you tell us what this is all about?"
" Joe, serve everybody with a drink while they listen to what I have to say," Edward said smiling. " Three years ago I was taken to Nimmar, like a number of Rombuli, to prepare the Province for the visit of the Emperor. While there I found the place where the symbols of the Rombuli nation were kept. Matt and I planned a scheme to recapture the symbols for our nation. The idea was for Matt and his friends to bring them back to Free Rombuli and present them at the Gathering that year while I stayed behind to give the Covenenters a target. It all worked well except we had to kill a Covenenter while in the Meeting House on the Island. That made the chief Covenenter Latask mad and he came to my room with the idea of forcing me to tell him who was responsible. With the help of Boric and Kitty Borovic, I escaped and rushed back here after getting a mental message from my father. You all know what happened that night and the next day. The Covenent had me and Morag at their mercy but Boric Borovic rescued me again. I was banished into Alskar province with no home and the threat of sanctions hanging over my head if I left Alskar province or caused trouble."
Edward paused his eyes distant and moist. " They did not let Morag go with me. The last I saw of her was being led away by the Covenent and I have no idea what happened to her after that. She maybe dead for all I know. That happened because we cared for Rombuli and our people. Bob you do not have to tell me about sacrifices. My mother and father killed, my best friend killed and my sister disappeared."
" Did you actually see and touch our Symbols of nationhood?"  Jerry Macklin asked in a reverent voice. " What happened to them after the Covenent took them away?"
" Oh yes," Edward said. " I broke the spell that held them to the wall and helped to wrap them in their containers for Matt to take away. Actually, the Covenent has put them back on the wall of the Meeting House on the Island. Vaguely you have all heard a part of that story. Some of you seem to have heard that just before the Gathering this year, I was arrested down near Pinaar”.
" Well not specifically but there was a rumour that some people had seen you. It swept through the Gathering. Though some people said you had gone voluntarily with the Army showing that you had changed sides. A few even speculated that this proves that it was you who betrayed Matt and your family." Jerry stopped, realising at the last moment just what he had inferred.
" There is nothing I can say to put a stop to those rumours, I suppose," Edward answered sadly. " Actually in reality I was not arrested as such. Imperial Master Borovic had a request from the Governor Rulask asking me if I would accompany him back to Nimmar to take a place on the Governor's Council."
" So you did go voluntarily then?" Bob demanded still angry.
Edward shrugged. " To me at the time there was no option. If I had resisted they would have tried to arrest me and people, many of whom were my friends, would have got hurt trying to give me a chance to escape. When I arrived in Nimmar I met Kitty Borovic again. At the Council, Governor Rulask informed us that the Empire was in trouble. Indeed he told us that it was collapsing. Latask the Covenenter then outlined what he knew. It appears that the provinces of Sardonia and Rombuli have not been able to contact Parison for a number of months. Indeed, everybody they sent to investigate disappeared and was not heard from again. What convinced me of the seriousness of the situation was Latask. He was scared and I had never seen one of the Covenent scared before. To shorten my story they expect to be invaded in the spring.”
" Good," said David with a smile on his thin lips. " It will give us a chance to throw off the yoke of the Empire. We have suffered enough under their boot for too long!"
" If that is what you think then you are a bigger fool than you look!" Tag spoke for the first time causing all eyes to turn in his direction. " I know I am not one of you and many of you might regard me as part of the enemy. I do however have some experience of these matters. From what we know of our enemy, which is not much, they will roll you under and you will have no rights left. You will really be a subject people, not allowed to think for yourself, doing what you are told and completely controlled. It will make your time under the Empire appear like a golden age. If I was you lot, I would listen carefully to what Edward is saying."
To stunned silence Tag sat back in his seat but his hand stayed close to the hilt of his sword. There arose in the room a murmur of angry voices most of the anger directed at Tag. To stop any more aggression towards Tag,  Edward banged the table for attention.
" Two other things before I go to bed, " Edward said once he was certain he had their attention again. " I did marry Kitty Borovic and I make no apologies to you for that. The second thing is we were married by Nelvask, the Ancient One."
Once more there was a stunned silence around the room until Jerry Macklin burst out. " If that is the Nelvask mentioned in the Book, he disappeared many years ago. How could this be true?"
" It is the same person," Edward answered quietly to a sceptical crowd. " Latask asked me to contact him and bring him to Nimmar, which I did. As you will find out in the near future, Nelvask demanded as a consequence of his agreement to help Governor Rulask and the remains of the Imperial Army, that the Rombuli people be set free from what my father called the Imperial yoke. A delegation from the Governor is coming with a proclamation that will be posted on all the Meeting House doors in every town and village in Rombuli. What that means, I will leave for you to find out when the delegation comes. What is important is that part of the deal will be Nelvask calling a Rombuli Council in Nimmar where each district will send a representative, as was the case in the past. My advice is for you to send somebody to that Council. The threat is grave and we must all pull together and forget the slights from the past."
" If that is the case, what are you doing here?" Jerry Macklin demanded aggressively.
" That to a certain extent is my business," Edward said bluntly. " No don't get more angry with me. One advantage the Rombuli have had through history is in being able to communicate through thought transfer. In any war this gives the army the chance to keep abreast of what is happening on the battlefield almost instantly. Derek Gorland used this in the war against the Empire but failed because of overwhelming odds and their similar ability. Nelvask has asked me to find those in Alskar province with the talent and invite them to come to Nimmar to form an intelligence gathering and communications network. That is what I am here to do."
Jerry Macklin laughed loudly such that the other men in the bar looked round in his direction. " You will find that task very difficult. Most people with the talent keep it well hidden so you will have to seek them out without much help from the rest of the population. Your father was one of the few who never denied he had the talent but even he did not publicise it to everyone. I wish you luck.”
" Thank you Mr. Macklin," Edward observed dryly. " We can but try. Just think about what I have said and do what you think is right for our people."
Getting to his feet, Edward nodded to Tag and walked through the crowd to the door accompanied by silence. Every eye followed his back but as soon as he left the room, a babble of voices broke the silence.
" Not the heroes welcome you thought you would get when you came home," Tag remarked as they climbed the stairs.
" No, " Edward replied thoughtfully. " In many ways their attitude is understandable. They have lived under the Empire all their lives but the one thing that has sustained them is the thought that most Rombuli would not co-operate with that Empire. To them I have joined the enemy and it must be hard to accept. Only time will tell if they can rise to help the Empire counter the threat which is posed across the border. All we can do is try to play the part we have been given."
The next morning Edward and Tag left the Grey Dog Inn and rode up the hill away from the square. Once more Edward was transported back to the time when he had galloped up this very street with the glow of a fire lighting the sky ahead. The people they passed cast hardly a glance in their direction and they soon came out of the shelter of the buildings into a biting wind coming straight from the mountains to the north. Ahead of them were the fire blackened ruins of buildings and Edward paused to look.
At Tag's raised eyebrows, Edward said rather bitterly. " That was once my home. The Covenent killed my father and mother here, trying to defend the Symbols of our nationhood. This was the place where Jerry Macklin's son Gary perished on that night three years ago, as did my best friend Matt. Looking at the ruin of my home, you can see why those we met last night are still bitter. They think I was partly responsible. Add to that the fact that I am still alive and their love ones dead, makes it all the more obvious."
Turning his horse, Edward led Tag away from his burnt out home along the road towards the moors. He did not look back, even though the land was once more his by proclamation of the Governor. With a sigh, he told himself to concentrate on the job in hand. If he came through the coming upheaval and they won the coming war, he would have the time to plan what to do with his former land. If they lost the war, there would be no need to think about what to do with his former home. In that case, he would either be dead or a captive controlled by the enemy.
Once clear of the town, they followed the track to the north east out onto the moors overlooking Alskar town. Not knowing how long they were to be in the saddle, they did not push the horses too hard. At what felt like midday all most impossible to gauge through the overcast and threatening sky, they stopped to eat lunch in the shelter of some rocks. The land through which they travelled was bleak and rock strewn, the moors stretching away in rolling hills with hardly any trees to break up the landscape. It was a bleak outlook which accompanied their meal and they did not stop long.
Shortly after lunch they breasted yet another hill and stopped to look down on a huddle of grey buildings, farm house and barns, surrounded by a stone wall. Behind the house were signs of a cultivated garden and an orchard.
" Fox's farm," Edward observed waving his arm in the direction of the buildings. " This is our destination."
" Is it always this bleak like a grey place in nightmare dreams?" Tag asked shivering and pulling his cloak tighter about his body. " Why would anybody want to live here? My families estate is in the hills but it is green and pleasant with trees and meadows."
Edward looked around and shook his head." It is not my idea of a place to live but it can be quite mystically beautiful in the spring especially went the mist descends. Also, the dark edges are taken off the rocks by the snow in winter that I hope we do not have to endure. In those hills above the farm there is good grazing for sheep. It is simple really. The Empire desires wool. This farm, like many others, supplies it."
Clicking their horses into motion, they rode down the hill towards the farm. As they approached the gate, two ferocious looking dogs rushed from beside the barns and stood stiff legged and snarling out of reach the other side of the barrier. A large woman came out of the house, called the dogs to her side and came to lean on the gate squinting into the sudden low sunlight, waiting for them to arrive. When they came close, Edward slid from his horse and walked over to the gate.
The woman grinned, the grin transforming her plain face into something almost attractive.
" Well if it isn't Edward Eastland come to visit us again. If I know you, this is not just a social call." She  grinned even more.
" Hello Margaret," Edward said leaning over the gate and kissing her on the cheek. The dogs showed their fangs but Margaret hushed them with a pat on their heads. " How are you keeping, up here in this bleak place?"
" We get by," Margaret answered looking inquiringly in Tag. " Who is this hunk of a man you have brought to visit us?"
Edward laughed. " This is Tag, a Ranger from the Imperial Army. I suppose you could call him my escort. Tag this is Margaret Fox who we came all this way to see."
"Don't ask questions now. I will explain everything when we are inside. I need to speak to your father as well."  Edward spoke with his mind.
" The reason for your visit gets more curious by the minute!" Margaret shot back with a thought. Out loud she said, " Come on inside. The dogs will not harm you while I am here.
Tag dismounted and with Edward, led the horses through the gate. As he passed the dogs he stopped, said something in a language Margaret and Edward did not understand and the dogs let him stroke their heads. When she saw this, Margaret's eyes were big and round.
Looking Tag up and down she said, " How did you do that. These dogs do not usually answer to anybody but my father and I."
Tag shrugged his shoulders. " I have a way with dogs."
"Is he married?" Margaret asked Edward.
"No," Edward shot back. "He says that army life is not conducive to marriage. I would be careful there. He is a very tough man."
Margaret smiled a secret smile and led the way to the barn. As Tag passed her on the way into the barn with the horses, some signal passed between their eyes that excluded Edward. They took time to rub down their horses and when they were finished, Margaret led them into the house.
Mrs. Fox greeted them warmly when Margaret took them into the kitchen. Fussing around them, she settled them in chairs by the fire after taking their coats and hats. Once she was certain they were comfortable, she gave them hot drinks.
They sat beside the fire getting warm and chatting quietly while they waited for Mr. Fox to come home. Edward listened to the Fox's news with only a minimum of attention, the talk mainly about sheep and the marriage of two of Margaret's brothers. While he waited half listening to the others in the room, Edward was nervously rehearsing what he would have to say to these people when Mr. Fox returned.
In the event, the conversation passed off relatively easily. Mr. Fox had mellowed since Edward had last seen him and over dinner he listened politely as Edward related the events of the last few weeks.
When Edward had finished, Mr. Fox said. " Since your father was killed and you were taken away, I have not involved myself with affairs of Alskar Province. I have not even been to town in all that time, leaving the selling of the wool and of the lambs to my sons. After what  has happened to us at the hands of the Empire, it seems extraordinary to me that the Imperial Government should need our help. Coming from you, though, I am inclined to believe the change of circumstances, though the thought of war fills me with dread. Did you really see Nelvask, the name I have only seen in the Book? If he has become involved, I feel we have to understand that the future is grave. What can we do to help you, Edward?"
At Mr. Fox's response to what he had to say, Edward shook his head in wonder. " All the journey from Nimmar to here I have been apprehensive about your reaction to what I had to say. Now I am here, I find you agreeing without much hesitation. There are a number of things you can do though, in reality, it was not you I came to see.  I came to put a proposition to Margaret.
Margaret frowned and then smiled, once more Edward was aware of how her face took on a different aspect when she smiled. It was like the sun suddenly illuminating a shadowy room, he thought.
" As you are married, Edward, it must be something else than asking me to be your wife." While saying this, she looked quickly at Tag and then away. Tag smiled faintly but he did not look away.
Edward laughed and shook his head. " Margaret, you know there was never anything like that between us."
" Ah Edward but a girl can always dream, " she replied with a grin which lit up her rather plain face once more. " What is it you wanted to ask me?"
" Before I talk to you about what we have to do, there is something I would like to ask your father," Edward replied, looking across the table at Mr. Fox. After Mr. Fox raised an eyebrow in question but Edward continued. " Do you remember when we met in your top pasture when I came here to ask you to come to Alskar for a meeting with the Imperial Grandmaster?"
Mr. Fox looked puzzled but Edward continued, " You wouldn't listen to me then. So I caught your mind with my power and attached it to my father's that day. In the end, he convinced you of the need for you to go to Alskar for the meeting. Well, I would like to get you in contact with Nelvask in the same way, if you agree."
Mrs. Fox was shaking her head. " Why do I have this feeling that we are being drawn into something which will change our lives for ever? You have to do this, Margaret and Mark but you be careful of what you agree to when you talk to this Nelvask. Both you and Margaret have tried to keep your talent within the family and some people would feel it is best left like that."
Mr. Fox took his wife's hand his eyes sad. " We have had a good life even though it has been tough up here on the moors but I feel we have to become involved, as you put things. Indeed, I have this feeling from what Edward has told us that we will become involved whether we like it or not. It might be best if we get involved from the start on our terms rather be reluctantly drawn into this problem later. What do you want me to do?"
Edward smiled. " You amaze me Mr. Fox. I can now see why my father thought of you as his friend. All you have to do is open your mind to mine after I have contacted Nelvask. Then I will join you two together. After that, you will be able to open your minds to each other without me. While you are talking to Nelvask, I will talk to Margaret."
Tag was shaking his head. " When he semi-ordered me to accompany Edward on this trip, Boric Borovic did not tell me about all of this. He hinted that you had some talent and that you had to gather some people with similar talents to help the war effort. That, I was told, was the purpose of our journey. Before I came on this trip, I had no idea that this mind joining was so common outside of the Covenent. Oh, I learnt something about your power in Alskar when you forced that man to drop his knife without getting up from your seat."
" What was that?"  Margaret asked urgently, a worried look crossing her normally placid face. " Did somebody from Alskar attack you?"
" Matt's father attacked me with a knife because he thought I had betrayed his son when we were in Nimmar together. I used my power to stop him." Edward answered shortly.
Turning to Mr. Fox, he said, " Shall we go and sit by the fire?"
Once Mr. Fox was sitting by the fire, Edward called Nelvask. "Nelvask, I need you to answer me."
There was silence at first but then Nelvask's familiar voice echoed loudly in Edward's mind. " Hello Edward, where are you?"
"I am at the Fox's farm and have Mr. Fox here waiting to talk with you. He is one of the people I know with the talent. He will be very helpful in getting Alskar town behind the plan you have," Edward said. " I also have Margaret his daughter here and, if I am lucky, she is the one who will lead me on to others with the talent so that I can try to persuade some to come to Nimmar with me. Will you have a word with Mr. Fox?"
" It will be a pleasure to get back towards the position I was in before the Empire invaded. Connect my mind to his and then we will be able to talk whenever we like." Nelvask's voice beamed pleasure through Edward's mind.
"All right Mr. Fox. Open your mind to mine." Edward used part of his mind to maintain contact with Nelvask while opening part to Mr. Fox. He felt the burden taken away as Nelvask took over and relaxed back into his seat. Mr. Fox's face was a picture of wonder as he concentrated on Nelvask's thoughts.
Getting up from his chair by Mr. Fox, Edward went back to join Margaret and the others at the table. Before saying anything, he drank deeply from his mug of beer.
" You look tired Edward Eastland. I hope you are going to get some rest before you leave." Looking at her son, Mrs. Fox got up from the table.  " Let us go and wash the dishes, leaving these people to their deliberations. I have no doubt we will not be given a say in what they are going to discuss."
It was a surprise to Edward when Tag rose also and followed Mrs. Fox into the kitchen leaving Margaret and Edward alone.  Margaret watched Tag's back disappear through the door to the kitchen, sighed and then turned to Edward.
" Well Edward Eastland, what do want from me?" Margaret asked when they were alone apart from her father sitting with his eyes closed in his chair by the fire.
" I have a proposition to put to you," Edward started tentatively, a frown creasing his forehead. " The Imperial Army, when they are campaigning have always had the Covenent and their priests to provide them with communications. Unfortunately, from what I undestand, the Covenent is to all practical purposes defunct. Nelvask, though, thinks there are a number of young people in Rombuli with the talent who could provide that communications network the army might need in any future conflict. Don't ask me how he is going to do it but he has set himself the task of finding anybody with the talent outside free Rombuli, in other words outside Alskar. In reality, he is much better at sensing people with talent than I am. In addition to his task, he has set me the task of contacting those with the talent in Alskar province and asking them to join us in Nimmar."
" So that is why you came to me?"  Margaret smiled.
" You are quick!" Edward exclaimed opening his eyes wide in mock surprise. " Having been set the task, I had to start somewhere. We are both aware that, even in free Rombuli, people with the talent have hidden it away for fear of the Covenent. The times I was at the Gathering, I came across very few people who used their talent openly. Obviously, I knew you had the talent because we have communicated by thought transfer before when I have visited the farm or you have come to Alskar visiting my home. My plan is to start with you and see if you could lead me on to others with the talent."
" What if I refuse to help?" Margaret asked, her expression now very serious.
" Then I will have to think of another way of getting people with the talent to come forward." Edward answered bluntly.
" What does helping you and Nelvask entail? I still find it hard to believe that somebody I have only read about in the History of the Rombuli is actually alive." Margaret was now frowning.
" There are two levels of help you can give. One is for you to point me in the direction of anybody you know who has the talent and then resume your life here as though nothing has happened. You have to know somebody else other than me." Edward smiled.
" Yes, like you I know somebody else," Margaret answered smiling back at Edward though her eyes were still serious. " There is a man about our age down in Milton who I have communicated with in the past. He is called Markus Drover. I think his grandfather had the talent and  his father. We could ride down there and find out. That way you would have a start. What was the second level of help?"
" You could throw in your lot with me and Tag, after helping me find others, come with me and as many as Tag and I can find back to Nimmar to set up Nelvask's communications network." Edward answered her seriously. " That would mean leaving home and maybe never coming back. Some of our people will have to be with the army reporting back to Nimmar about what is happening on the battlefield. It could be very dangerous."
Margaret stared at Edward for a while, her eyes lost and distant. When she spoke, her voice was almost a whisper.
" I have always dreamed of getting away from here and seeing more of the world than these moors and occasionally Alskar town, " she said as though to herself. Then she sat up straight and said in a strong voice as though she had made up her mind. "Edward, I will try to contact Markus and then we will leave in the morning to find him. Oh do not look so startled. I will come with you and Tag through your search and then go with you to Nimmar to meet Nelvask. My mother will not be pleased but I will convince her of the need."
" So you will be taking away my family will you?" Mr. Fox was standing unnoticed behind Margaret's chair.
" No Mr. Fox I am not taking your family away, " Edward replied sadly with a deep shrug.  " She has agreed to come with me."
" It has the same result," Mr. Fox but he held up his hand to stop Edward’s protest. " Its all right Edward. Nelvask has convinced me of the dire situation Rombuli is getting into. I never thought I would hear a voice from the past like I have today. He has asked me to call a meeting of the Alskar Council, get in touch with any I know who have the talent and to try to convince people that they ought to co-operate with the Imperial officials. He wants a Rombuli Council on the Island at the Meeting House as soon as possible. That means getting ten Counsellors elected, eight from the counties and one each from Alskar and Pinaar as the largest towns, in the same way as in the old days. They will join the fourteen from the rest of Rombuli, eleven from the counties and one each from Nimmar, Shardlaw and Ironton. The declaration of freedom for the Rombuli people will be posted tomorrow on the Meeting House door in Alskar and then over the next few days in all the villages of the Province. It takes time to arrange all of this but Nelvask wants it done as soon as possible. Imperial Master Borovic, the brother of your wife, will brief the Council in Alskar of what is needed in trying to train our men to become incompetent soldiers and then the trainers will spread out through the land. May our Maker have mercy on us and give us the strength to endure our coming trials."
" For somebody who wanted nothing to do with the Empire, you have changed, " Edward remarked.
" When I was protesting to Nelvask about getting involved, he asked me a simple question." Mr. Fox frowned. " He asked me what your father would have done in the same situation. Idris would have buried his principles, his hatred for the Empire, because he would have reasoned that without our help the Empire was doomed. It might be doomed anyway but with our help it has a chance. At least for a while Rombuli will be free once more. Therefore I agreed to help."
Mr. Fox smiled slightly, looking at his daughter with concern in his eyes. " Just one more thing Edward. Promise me and her mother that you will look after Margaret as much as you can.
" I will do what I can but we are all in the hands of our Maker," Edward answered.
In contrast to the cold drizzle and mist Edward and Tag had suffered on their journey to Alskar, the sun shone from a pale blue sky when they set out the next morning. The moors still looked damp and bleak stretching away from the muddy path they followed but their spirits were lifted by the sudden brightness.
They rode in single file, Edward in the lead, Tag bringing up the rear, Margaret in the middle, not hurrying but preserving their horses for the many miles they had to travel before their mission was completed.
Two hours after leaving the Fox's farm, they topped one of the rolling hills and stopped to look down on a well used track which meandered through a valley and the small village of Milton. There were about ten cottages in the village strung out along the road, all with smoke rising from their chimneys.
Margaret drew her horse alongside Edward’s when they stopped and said pointing into the valley, " There we are Edward. Markus Drover lives down there in that village with his parents. His father is a potter and Markus paints designs on some of his works. He is a very sensitive man and you will have to let me do the talking."
Edward shrugged. " You know the man better than I do. Has his father got the talent?”
Margaret frowned. " I am not sure but I have an idea. I seem to remember overhearing my father  and your father talking about being in touch with him. We will find out when we get there."
She moved her horse ahead and Edward, followed by Tag, trailed along in her wake. The few people around in the village looked suspiciously at them as they approached until one young man waved to Margaret. The road through the village was muddy and the cottages were even more run down than they had appeared from the top of the hill.
Margaret came to a stop before one of the cottages, the sounds of work coming from another building to one side. Alighting from her horse, she passed the reins to Tag and walked up the path to what Edward took to be a workshop.
Knocking on the door, Margaret stood waiting until the door opened and somebody invited her inside. She came out a few minutes later accompanied by a tall thin young man dressed in a smock splattered with different coloured paints. Tag and Edward dismounted.
" This is Markus, Edward. Markus this is Edward Eastland," Margaret introduced the man.
" Hello Edward," Markus smiled nervously." I have seen you before. I was there when you stood up to the Covenenter in Alskar a few years back. Have you really that much power?"
" Hello Markus," Edward answered, shaking his offered hand. " I acted instinctively that day and a lot of good it did me. Yes I do have a great deal of power as you put things. I try not to use it too much."
" My father was in touch with your father a few times," Markus frowned nervously. " We were sad to hear what happened. Come on inside. My mother is preparing lunch and Father will join us once it is ready. Margaret tells me you have a proposition to put to me. If you don't mind, we will wait until we are all sitting at the table before you tell us what you want me to do."
" I think that would be a good idea," Edward smiled. " This is Tag one of the Governor's Rangers. He is our escort, though what danger we are in down here is open to question."
" You didn't say that in the Grey Dog in Alskar," Tag murmured but still grinned at the look Edward gave him.
When they were sitting round a table with the family, Markus, Mr. Drover, Mrs. Drover and her two daughters, Megan and Lorna, after the meal of bread cheese and beer, Edward told them what had brought him to Milton. He left nothing out and when he had finished, sat back to wait for their questions.
" We have kept ourselves to ourselves and not broadcast our talent to many other people," Mr. Drover started tentatively. " The only other person I have ever told about my talent was your father, Edward. He agreed with me that we should not be open about our talent. After what happened to your family, I was even more convinced of the need to hide away. Even now after you tell me that you have thrown in your lot with the Empire, I am reluctant to believe you about the need for us to help."
Edward interrupted Mr. Drover with a wave of his hand. " I understand your reluctance to help me but time is short. We need men like Markus to help us but it has to be their choice. Nobody is going to force them to help. Now open your mind to mine and I will connect you to Markus Fox and he will explain what he is doing."
Mr. Drover stared at Edward for what appeared to be an age but in the end nodded.
" Mr. Fox," Edward projected his thoughts outward towards the foxes farm. " I have a Jack Drover, the potter, here and he would like to communicate with you."
"Ok Edward," Mr. Fox's voice sounded in Edward's head. " I am on the way to Alskar now to sound out the town Council. Connect us."
" Mr. Drover meet Mark Fox," Edward projected his thoughts at Jack Drover, and felt Jack and Mr. Fox's minds connect. Jack Drovers eyes opened wide and then he smiled.
Mrs. Drover shook her head but started to collect the plates. " Come on you two," she said to her daughters. " Let us wash the dishes and leave these people to their deliberations. Edward Eastland, I have always dreaded this day but hoped it would never come. May our Maker help us to come to the right decision."
Tag got to his feet as the women disappeared. " I'll go and look to the horses while you talk. I am a man of action and few words and I cannot help those with the talent make up their minds."
" Well Markus, you have heard what I have to say. What do you want to do?" Edward was blunt but he sat back and waited for Marcus to reply.
" What do you say?" Marcus asked Margaret with his mind.
Margaret laughed but answered aloud. " Marcus, Edward is connected to my mind and he can understand your thoughts if my mind is open. We will talk normally."
" Is that right?" Marcus demanded of Edward.
" Only if the other person allows it to happen. You have been taught by your father how to shield your thoughts, haven't you? " Edward asked.
" Yes but this thought transfer between more than one person is alien to me." Marcus shot back.
" Marcus, he is the most powerful Rombuli there has been for years, so believe what he says." Margaret interrupted. " When I get to Nimmar, Nelvask will teach me about shielding my mind and controlling my power."
Suddenly she lifted a knife off the table with her mind and thrust it at Edward with a flick of her head. Edward stopped the knife and left it suspended between them.
" See what I mean about his power?" Margaret looked hard at Markus.
Marcus stared his eyes wide with wonder as Edward slowly lowered the knife back onto the table.
Edward said aloud.  " Enough of these games.  We do not have much time. What are you going to do?"
" I sit here painting pots and plates for my father and dream of travelling."  Marcus' eyes grew distant. " I am intrigued to find out if it really is Nelvask from the Book. But I am scared of leaving my familiar surroundings and setting out into the unknown. How many others of us are there?"
" So far there are three, you, me and Margaret but my job is to find more." Edward answered honestly grinning.
" And it will mean being able to bring my talent out into the open?" Marcus asked.
" Yes Marcus, you will be with a number of other people all with the talent," Edward laughed. " By my Maker, to be able to let my talent free into the world and to some purpose. I have dreamed of this for a long time. All those years where my father warned Morag, my sister, and I against showing other people what we could do. All that time when I had to test my power in secret and not show anybody what I was capable of accomplishing. Now I will be able to use my power out in the open and have somebody teach me how to control my talent. This is what I have dreamed about. On top of that, a chance to free the Rombuli. What more could we ask?"
" All right Edward, I will do as you ask, " Marcus suddenly smiled shyly to himself as though surprised at his decision. " What do I do now?"
Edward grasped Marcus hand. " Good for you Marcus. You will wait here until we are ready to go to Nimmar. When that time comes I will ask you do join us in Alskar so that we can all travel to Nimmar together. Now, is there anybody else you know who has the talent?"
" There was a woman called Michella who worked in the kitchen out at Downland Farm who I met at the Gathering once." Marcus frowned and looked sad. " We have kept in touch. The trouble is she is a strange woman. Not only can she read peoples thoughts but also she has this ability to tell people if they are ill. Some years ago ignorant people, who blamed her if anything happened which could not be explained, hounded her out of this district. The last I heard she was down near Pinaar working in a dairy at a farm. I can try to get in touch with her for you."
" Good Marcus. You get in touch with her and we will go down to Pinaar to see her." Edward sighed. " We will leave now. Give our regards to your father. Thank your mother for the meal."
" Are you not staying the night? It is a long way to Pinaar." Marcus looked surprised.
" I have friends in Pinaar and we can stay with them." Getting up from the table Edward shook Marcus’ hand and strode with Margaret towards the door. Mr. Drover was still sitting in a chair by the fire deep in thought.
It was dark when they rode down the muddy road and passed the fortified house on the outskirts of Pinaar. The lights of the town shone brightly in the valley and Edward led the way through the Town Square to the blacksmith’s house. Edward told Margaret and Tag to wait, dismounted and knocked on the door.
The door opened, spilling light out into the yard. " Who is it?" Tom Baston's familiar voice asked.
" Its Edward Eastland," Edward answered. " Sorry we are so late in calling but we have business in Pinaar and I was hoping you would let us sleep in room above the stable."
" Edward!" Tom came out into the yard and hugged his friend. " I didn't think we would see you so soon after your wedding. Come on in. June will get you some food. Derek will be pleased to see you. Of course you can use your old room."
" There are two others with me," Edward said waving his hand in the direction of the figures on horseback shrouded in gloom.
" Bring them in as well. Any friends of yours are welcome in my house." Tom waved to Margaret and Tag.  Taking this as a sign they were welcome, Tag and Margaret dismounted.
" We will put the horses in the stable and then see about some food. I am curious to hear why you are here." Tom remarked taking the horses reins from Margaret.
After the horses were stabled and they were sitting at the kitchen table, Edward told them about his visit and the problems of the Empire. June, Tom and Derek listened with rapt attention, their expressions getting more grave as the story unfolded.
When Edward had finished, Tom sighed and said." When we were in Nimmar for your wedding, we caught the feeling that all was not right. Only chance remarks overheard in passing but enough for even provincials like us to realise that something was happening. Then yesterday, Benny Newton from Dale Farm was in here collecting his wagon and he said he had heard from Alskar that the Empire was mobilising. I don't know how he heard because it was only this morning when an Imperial Army officer had a meeting with Bert, the Council Leader, to tell him what was to happen. If somebody visited his farm, we would have known because they have to pass right by here to get to the farm."
Edward was suddenly paying close attention to what Tom was saying and asked.  " Did Benny Newton say who told him?"
Tom frowned at the tone with which Edward had posed his question. " Not really though I did get the impression the information came from Norman Sharp in Alskar."
Edward turned to Margaret. " I think I should pay this Benny Newton a visit tomorrow. How about you and Tag going to see Michella while I go down to Dale Farm to talk to Benny Newton? We can all meet back here in the afternoon and discuss what we do next."
Tag frowned. " Is it safe for you to go there on your own? Boric told me to stay with you all the time."
" Oh I will be perfectly safe Tag. You look after Margaret. She has the hardest task." Edward smiled at the look of concern on Tag's face but had to stop himself from laughing as Tag tried to hide his pleasure at being alone with Margaret for almost a whole day.
Edward set out for Dale Farm the next morning, one of those cold and frosty autumn days when the sun shone from an almost cloudless sky. The trees of the wood bordering Pinaar shone with a brilliance of golden colours and when he came out from the cover of the trees, the fields bordering the track showed the signs of ploughs. After passing through another line of trees, Edward saw ahead a neat farmhouse with kitchen garden at the back and well tended barns to one side.
As he approached the gate, two men stepped out into the road barring his path, one carrying a bow, the other a sword. When he got close, Edward dismounted and led his horse the rest of the way. Both men were bigger than Edward, obviously brothers with the same round faces and thick black hair.
From his look and manner as the older of the two, one of the men bluntly ordered Edward to stop.  " Who are you and what are you doing here on our land? "
Edward smiled in greeting. " I am Edward Eastland but if I wanted to argue, I could ask you what you are doing blocking the highway. From what I see, this is not your land but a public highway."
" Don't get smart with us, " the younger one snapped, his eyes focused on Edward. It was only slight but Edward felt the probing of his mind but his mental defences were up and the other's mind could not touch his.
" I have come to see Benny Newton," Edward answered ignoring the probing of his mind.
" Who sent you?" the older brother demanded waving his sword in the air.
" Oh put that sword away. I come in peace," Edward said evenly. " I am staying with Tom Baston. Earlier in the year I worked for him."
Both of the brothers frowned and then the older grimaced. " I remember now. You worked for Tom when he broke his leg. Then you were arrested by the Imperial Army and taken to Nimmar. The last we heard was that Tom and his family went to Nimmar to attend your wedding to some Parison Noble's daughter. What do you want with my father?"
" It is about what happened in Nimmar that I wish to see your father," Edward said quietly. " Oh stop waving that sword around and show me the way to your father."
 Concentrating on the sword, Edward lifted it out of the older man's hand and dumped it point down in the earth at his feet.
" I would not do that if I was you," Edward projected his thoughts at the younger man. " I might get really angry."
The younger mans hand froze on the bowstring before letting his arm fall to hold the bow at his side. The two men stared at Edward and then bowed ironically.
" It was you, who faced down the Covenenter in Alskar town square three years ago,, wasn't it? " the younger brother asked.
" Follow me and I will take you to my father," the older brother said bending to pick up the sword. " I am William Newton and this is my brother Tony. As you have gathered, he is the one with the talent."
The two men led the way through the gate and on down the track to the farmhouse. Before long Edward was seated at the kitchen table drinking a mug of beer and explaining to Benny what had happened in Nimmar.
When Edward had finished, Benny sighed. " I was hoping to keep my family out of this," he said with a shake of his head. " Norman Sharp communicated with me this morning telling me that a Mark Fox had been in touch and was trying to call a meeting of those of his generation who had the talent. I told Norman that I did not want anything to do with this. What you have told me gives me pause for thought. Could Nelvask really be still alive?"
" Do you want to speak with him?" Edward asked automatically.
" Not really," Benny said. " I will rely on Norman Sharp's judgement. What happens now?"
Once more Edward was surprised on how quickly these people changed their attitude to him once he had explained what the problem was. It was as though they had been waiting, their minds dormant for a long time, for this to happen and once the need for action arose, they were willing at least to listen.
" That depends on you and your son," Edward answered truthfully. " I am trying to get other young people like me to form an intelligence and communications system to help combat the invasion when it comes. Those young people willing to come with me will be asked to gather in Alskar in about three weeks and we will then ride to Nimmar to join any whom Nelvask has gathered. There is to be no forcing anybody to come with me. Governor Rulask has ordered that anybody who comes will come of their own free will.. Mark Fox has decided to gather as many of the older people with the talent living in Alskar to discuss how they can help in trying to stop the invasion when it comes. So you see it is entirely up to you and your son as to what happens next."
" I will get in touch with this Mark Fox," Benny Newton replied bluntly. " He will be able to answer my questions I expect. As for Tony, it is up to him. If he wants to come with you, I will not be happy but I will not stand in his way. What have you to say Tony?"
Tony grinned like a small a boy. " Dad, I think I would like to see some more of the world. Think of being able to use my talent openly, not having to go round hiding what I can do from almost everybody outside the family. What about Heather?"
Edward looked from Tony to Benny, noticing the startled look on Benny's face at the mention of his daughter.
 " Who is Heather?" Edward asked.
" She is my twin sister," Tony answered still grinning. " My father does not want to get her involved but she has as much talent as me and I think we should at least ask her if she wants to come with you."
Benny sighed heavily. " I suppose you are right, Tony. Go and fetch her from the milking parlour."
They sat waiting in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Nora Newton brought drinks but did not say a word, silently placing each drink on the table in front of each of the men. It was obvious she had been listening to their conversation and was worried about the impact on her family. Edward noticed she cast forlorn looks at Benny from her lined and plain face but he just shrugged and waited.
Tony returned with a girl who looked so much like him there could be no doubt she was his sister. She smiled shyly at Edward and took a seat at the opposite end of the table.
" You have obviously had a talk with Tony while you were walking back here, " Benny began. " We do not need to go over everything again. This is Edward Eastland and he has a request to make of you."
" I will listen to what he has to say," Heather answered in a quiet voice.
Edward smiled in encouragement. " I have the talent as I suspect Tony has told you. Governor Rulask has given me the task of putting together a group of other young people with the talent to help combat the coming invasion of Sandaria and Rombuli. I hear you have the talent like your brother and I would ask you to join my group. This will mean your leaving here and travelling to Nimmar. What we will be required to do might be dangerous but everybody will be in danger come the spring whether they are willing to help me or not. It will mean that you can use your talent for the first time in the open. All I am asking is that you consider my request."
" Tony and I have already talked about this before we came to join you. We have decided to help all we can," Heather smiled shyly, her eyes never leaving Edward's. " I do not know much about the world outside of Pinaar. The only times I have ever travelled is to the Gathering and even then we go straight to the field and back. I know my mother and father are not going to be very happy about us going away with you but something inside tells me this is important. We will come with you."
" And now there are hopefully five plus me." Edward muttered to himself. " I can only thank you. Now is there anybody else you know who has the talent?"
" There is a woman called Michella in Pinaar. I have had contact with her a few times,"  Heather answered. " I could contact her for you."
" There is no need at the moment. My friend Margaret Fox is seeing her this morning," Edward replied. " Anybody else?"
" There is a Peter Powell up Long Reach way. I had contact with him one time at the Gathering but I have not heard a thing for a few years. It is rough up there on the edge of the mountains, what with the trappers and the miners coming into town. I do not know if his father or mother have the talent, " Tony offered.
" Thank you Tony. We will go and try to contact Peter tomorrow." Edward smiled gratefully. " Now we will open your minds to the others. After I have gone, you will stay here until I call you to Alskar. At any time you can contact me by using your mind."
Edward opened his mind and called Margaret. " I have two more people here willing to join our group. Open your mind to theirs.”
" No how are you Margaret! How are you doing with Michella?" Margaret's thoughts came back. Even her thoughts gave the impression of amusement and happiness. " All right Edward, I will open my mind."
              Edward shut his mind to their excited chatter. Things are going well, he thought

Brotherly Love
by
Edmund J Gubbins


Ken Flood lived a quiet life with his wife and two daughters in Plymouth, working as a lecturer in the University, minding his own business and relatively happy and content. Until, that is, his brother Norman arrived unexpectedly one day asking for help in a proposition which, to Ken, appeared to verge on an attempt pull him into the murky waters on the edges of crime. Ken was forced to answer the question of what is more important to him, family loyalty or straightforward loyal citizenship? Was he to question what was being asked of him by his brother or just help in any way he could? What happens if the activity he is asked to undertake looks very dodgy, if not criminal to Ken?

It all started innocently enough when Ken arrived at work one early one morning to discover his brother Norman in his office seeking help.  Ken has to decide quickly whether to help his brother out of brotherly love or let his brother face his unknown pursuers alone? Reluctantly Ken agrees to help and soon finds himself outside the law being chased by people he does not know, trying to deliver a mysterious package given to him by his brother to a man in London. Running in panic, not know who are his enemies, who are his friends, not even whose side his brother is on, Ken draws some of his close friends into his game, the only source of help he can find. In a dramatic climax after fear filled weeks of running and hiding from enemies he could not identify, Ken comes to know the truth about his brother and how Ken has been fooled.

Ken realises the problem is his brother and he soon believes Norman is on the other side, though sides in this game are not easily distinguished to Ken. Finally in a fit of loyalty, Ken decides to help his brother escape from the country only to see him gunned down while escaping. Through this Ken finds the truth and vows never to become involved again.

It is a story of fear, of somebody out of their depth in a world made strange, of chance encounters with people willing to help, of finding hidden depths behind a placid exterior and of the extent which loyalty to ones family can led on down paths best left unexplored.

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Friday, 15 October 2010

The Return of the Exiles

                                                      Chapter 13



It was all over. Edward was returning to reality. The pleasure and warmth of the honeymoon would now give way to the pain of real life. Sheltered from the outside world in the protection of their holiday house for three weeks, Edward and his bride Kitty had loved and laughed and played with no thoughts other than each other. They had soared up into the heavens on the wings of their passion and sunk into the gentle arms of their soft downy peace. At times, they had lain on the bed just talking quietly. At other times, they walked through the parkland hand in hand, kicking the fallen brown leaves to make crunching sounds. Like children let out of school early, they had splashed in puddles and ploughed through mud. Soon now, other people  and their problems would intrude into their togetherness and they would have to take up their responsibilities. They would have to change the way they would like to live to the altar of other peoples' needs.
The horses strained as they plodded on up the hill through the rain which had settled over Rombuli as a sign that autumn was almost upon them. The wheels of the coach the horses were pulling splashed through puddles and the mud, slipping sometimes as though reluctant to progress any further. Coat collars pulled high around their chins against the rain, the driver and his assistant sat huddled on their seat staring gloomily at the summit of the hill the coach was negotiating. They had run this journey many times but now they wished they were in the dry stables in Nimmar at the journeys end. Shivering in the wet, the escorting soldiers sat on their horses gloomily contemplating the miles to their destination through the curtain of the rain. Some silently cursed the Sergeant who had given them this assignment to escort the Counsellor back to Nimmar from Shardlaw, while others stolidly did their duty.
Inside the carriage, Edward Eastland sat looking out of the window at the saturated countryside, frowning at the thought of the way his life had changed. He was shivering in the chill and wishing he and Kitty were back home in their rooms in the Mansion on the Island. Home, he thought ironically. I am now calling the Mansion home rather than the seat of the enemy I used to consider it. How times change. It did not seem all that long ago when I was fleeing from Nimmar to return to my real home in Alskar. Then it was fear that drove me on, fear of what I might find at the end of my journey. There was a certainty about who was the enemy then and all I had to do was to defy them. Now I am thinking of the Mansion, where those I considered the enemy lived on the Island of Peace in Nimmar, as home. How times change.
He turned and smiled at his companion, his wife of two weeks sitting by his side. Kitty was slumped in her seat as close to Edward as was possible, bundled up in clothes, her fur hat pulled tight around her head and a scarf wrapped around her face so that only her eyes were visible. From the shadows covering those eyes, Edward could not work out whether she smiled back or not. Reassuringly, he squeezed her shoulders and returned to his gloomy contemplation of the slowly passing wet countryside.
For some reason, when they had entered the Lodge it had felt to Edward that he was returning home but he was certain he had never been there before. Now he and Kitty were returning to Nimmar and to the making of decisions about what action had to be taken to preserve the Empire.
Outside the coach, the horses with a snort topped the hill and started down the other side. The end of the journey was now in sight. The  town of Nimmar was visible across the river, the lights of the houses starting to sparkle in the evening gloom. To Edward's left on this side of the river, the lights of the vast  barracks were also clear. Further on through the gathering dusk and the drizzle, he could just make out the Island and their destination of the Mansion. It was too gloomy to make out the Temple. Home, thought Edward, though even now it was strange to call this place which he had considered enemy territory, home.
After crossing the bridge over the Solar River which separated the Barracks from the town of Nimmar, the carriage followed the left fork of the road towards the town, the road to Alskar leading away up the hill to disappear into the trees. Rattling over the cobbles as they negotiated the road through the town, the carriage passed the Meeting Hall, dark and quiet now, to one side of the town square. Reaching the Alskar River, they crossed the bridge to the Island, stopping briefly for the sentries at the gate to identify the occupants of the carriage, and then on up the hill to the Mansion.
As soon as the carriage came to a stop at the front entrance to the Mansion, Kitty stirred, gathered the folds of her cloak around her and descended the carriage steps. Looking neither to right or left, she swept ahead of Edward into the building. She was half way up the stairs before Edward caught her and then they walked behind her maid, Zita, to their apartments.
" I will never be warm again," Kitty moaned through chattering teeth, standing in front of the fire warming her hands. " I need a hot bath."
The maid helped her off with her cloak. " Your bath is ready for you in the other room. On instructions from the Governor's wife, I took the liberty of laying out your dress so that you will be ready to take dinner with the Governor, his wife and some of the other officials as soon as you are bathed and changed Madam. Come into the bedroom and I will help you out of these clothes. We will soon have you warm again."
Kitty smiled dreamily with a look as though the world was suddenly a nice place and she kissed Edward before disappearing into the bedroom. Tulla, the servant who had served Edward since the first time he had come to the Mansion, appeared with a tray containing a steaming pitcher and some mugs.
" Drink this and it will warm you after the journey," Tulla advised, taking Edward's cloak and handing him a hot drink. " I know you won't be pleased but Imperial Master Borovic asked to be informed as soon you had arrived. When I heard that the carriage was outside the Mansion, I sent word to tell him you were back. Your bath will be ready as soon as you wish though I think the Imperial Master wishes a word before you get ready for dinner."
Edward had hardly had time to finish his drink, let alone think about what Boric might want to see him for so urgently, before there was a knock at the door. Leaving Edward to his drink, Tulla went to open the door and shortly showed Boric into the room.
" Hello Edward. I trust you had a pleasant holiday," Boric greeted Edward cheerfully as he marched into the room like the soldier he was. " Is my sister here with you or did you leave her behind at the Governor's lodge so that you can have some peace?"
" She came back with me. The holiday was very pleasant while it lasted, though the journey back was terrible, long and cold. I am still trying to get warm. Kitty went straight into her room for a hot bath to warm up," Edward replied waving to a chair which Boric occupied. " What brings you here so soon after I arrived back?"
" Can't a friend come and greet somebody after they have been away? Isn't a brother supposed to ask after the welfare of his sister?" Boric continued to smile.
" You could have waited until dinner," Edward remarked sourly." What is so important that it could not wait?"
" We are in a bad mood, aren't we? Has married life got you down so quickly?" Boric laughed but waved his hand to stop Edward speaking. Seriously he continued, " No you are right. The Governor asked me to see you as soon as you returned from Shardlaw. I am to brief you on the meeting you and I, and some others, will be having in the morning with the Governor. There will be people at the dinner tonight who will not be involved in the meeting tomorrow. The Governor obviously doesn't want to discuss the complications confronting the Empire in front of them. It appears that the position of the Empire has got worse even over the short time you have been away. Intelligence we have gathered indicates that the forces controlling the rest of the Empire are about to invade Sardonia and Rombuli as soon as the winter is over. Well, to be truthful not intelligence exactly. We have lost contact with everyone living the other side of the Lake and the Linapun River. We do know there is already fighting in Walloonia, with almost half that province occupied by the enemy. As far as we can tell, and without any direct information about what is happening behind enemy lines, it is at best a guess, is that the enemy is massing troops on the Sandarian border. What will be discussed at tomorrow's meeting  is what we can do to hamper the invasion. The Governor wanted to give you an opportunity to think about it before the morning. With this information and some thought overnight, you can be part of the discussion and give him any advice you might think helpful."
" Boric, you know I am not a soldier. I cannot think how any advice of mine could be helpful to the Governor or anybody else when it comes to opposing an invasion," Edward replied shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head. " You are the soldier and, along with Silker, can give a military opinion. Nelvask and Latask are the one's with power. They should be able to suggest ways of combating the enemies power. I am just a tradesman from a small place called Alskar. What could I possibly contribute in such august company?"
" No, Edward, don't you go putting on that country bumpkin act to me. I know you too well for that to work. You are intelligent and far more worldly wise than you make out. Like the Governor, I expect you will be able to contribute to our discussions," Boric stood up ready to leave and get ready for dinner with the Governor. " I must go and get ready for dinner but you think it over."
" All right, I will think about it." Edward growled.
" Just be there in the morning," Boric said as he left.
The next morning, Edward got ready for the meeting of the Governor's Council on his own. When he had been awaken by Tulla, Kitty had refused to leave her bed. Just get Zita to bank up the fire, she had demanded as he left the bedroom. Over a quick breakfast Edward's thoughts had drifted over what had happened at the dinner the night before. Though on the surface things appeared normal, underneath there had been a tension not evident at any of these semi-formal occasions that Edward had attended before last night. This worried Edward and as he walked through the Mansion to the Council Chamber, the tension he had felt the night before returned.
The guards at the door to the Council Chamber saluted by banging their fists on their chests and stood aside to let him enter. Inside the Council Chamber at the large oak table, shining in the light from the windows, seven men sat, all looking round as Edward came into the room.
" Good morning Edward," Rulask greeted him from his place at the head of the table. " You sit next to Nelvask."
Once Edward was seated, Rulask turned to the others and said. “ We are all present now and we can begin. The clerk will take notes of the meeting as it progresses. Before we start the formal business, I will introduce everybody here. On my left are Latask, the Covenenter, Imperial Grandmaster Eion Silker, head of the Imperial Army in Sardonia and Rombuli, Chief Elfring, representing the Sardonians, and Calum Moorland, Mayor of Nimmar. On my right, Nelvask the Teacher of the Rombuli, Edward Eastland representing the Rombuli of Alskar Province and Imperial Master Boric Borovic, head of my personal troop. For those who were not here for our previous meetings, I will hand this meeting over to Latask who will explain what is happening and why each one of you in particular is here. After his explanation, we will then come to the main part of the meeting, which is to decide what can be done and what part we can all play in the future."
Latask stood, his posture rather stooped but his white robe gleamed in the light and his hood thrown back from his close cropped grey hair. He looked around the table before starting to speak, as though to gauge the thoughts of each of the men, his face grim. 
" I will keep this short but it is necessary for the benefit of Mr. Moorland and Chief Elfring who are with us for the first time.” He nodded briefly in their direction. “ The Imperial government in Sardonia and Rombuli has been aware for some time that all is not well in the rest of the Empire. You all have some vague notion of the powers of the Covenent, of how we can communicate with our minds over long distances. To put things bluntly, I have lost contact with the rest of the Empire. This has never happened before to my knowledge. The only contact I have had is with Nomal and Rembert, two Covenenters in Walloonia. The last report I had from them was that Walloonia is under attack. Indeed, the enemy had occupied half the country before the advent of winter and Nomal and Rembert have their hands full trying to organise the defence of Walloonia and cannot assist us. For the last couple of months, I have lost contact with these two Covenenters as well. The only reason I can think of is that they have been pushed back beyond the mountains and their thought transfer can no longer reach me. To try to find out what has happened in the rest of the Empire, Governor Rulask sent some soldiers and the other Covenenters across the River Linapun but we have not heard from them since they entered the land across the river. None has contacted us and none has returned. We are cut off and on our own as far as help from the rest of the Empire is concerned. In order to get some help I asked Edward Eastland to contact Nelvask as the Priest of the Rombuli and he came to help. That is briefly my analysis of what has happened."
Governor Rulask nodded as Latask resumed his seat and turned to Imperial Grandmaster Silker. " What is your assessment of the situation from a military point of view?"
Eion Silker scratched his iron grey hair with a large calloused hand and shrugged. He stood, his back straight, his knuckles on the table and said in a tone as though instructing his men before a battle. " I am a soldier and I do not know much about the arcane goings on of the Covenent. All I know is that they have provided the Empire with stability and a great deal of intelligence during my time serving with the Imperial Army. From my reading of the military situation, it appears likely that Sardonia and Rombuli will be invaded come the spring and the melting of the snow. The enemy, whoever they are, will not move until the spring because fighting in winter is a logistical nightmare for any army. We may have longer if the Walloonians hold out. I would not bank on help from there if what Nomal has told us is anywhere near the truth. That is one of our big problems. We cannot gain any intelligence from the rest of the Empire. I will have to act on guesswork when we plan our response to any invasion. We do not know what we are up against, how big their invasion force will be or what power they will have at their disposal. The Imperial Army has never had to face this situation, indeed we have not had a civil war for many centuries. Do not look so startled, Mister Mayor. There might be some power on the other side we do not know anything about but the bulk of the army facing us will be highly trained Imperial Troops. That in my mind is called a civil war. Unless we come up with different tactics from those taught at the Imperial Army College, they will know what our response will be. The other factor we have to consider is the number of trained soldiers at our disposal. At the last count, there are four thousand trained Imperial soldiers in Sardonia and Rombuli. Even allowing for troops to keep the rest of the Empire under control, the enemy will be able to put at least one hundred thousand troops into the field against us and Walloonia. With those odds there is only one winner. Gentlemen, the short answer to our dilemma is we need more trained soldiers."
Governor Rulask nodded again as Silker resumed his seat. " Thank you Imperial Grandmaster. We will leave the subject of our response for later. Nelvask, do you wish to say anything at this point?"
Nelvask smoothed his neatly trimmed beard and looked around the table. He did not stand. " I have been thinking about what we are up against a lot over the last few days. The facts as we know them are few but within those facts there must be some clues as to where from or from who this power emanates. In order to gain an understanding of the way my thoughts have gone, I am afraid we have to explore a little of our history. With Latask's permission, I will give my brief account of that history. If he has anything to add, he can speak when I have finished. At this stage you will have to accept what I say as the truth because this is not the time to enter into a debate about philosophical questions on the meaning and purpose of life. Some of you might be aware of the legend of the Mystical Mountain and the so called Circle of the Good, placed there by our Maker. I use the Rombuli expression  for the Supreme Being even though the Covenent call this being God. The Circle was created to teach the message of peace and harmony to the peoples of this world. Suffice to say that on the Mystical Mountain there came to be three groups within the Circle. There was the Covenent led by Tulka, the True Believers led by Sidon and the rest who were the scholars loosely led by the High Priest. For a long time there was constant debate about the true purpose of the Circle, the argument largely between the Covenant and the True Believers. The Covenenters started to wear white robes, the True Believers blue. We will brush aside the reasons, Latask can tell you more than me about this period. During a dispute, the origins of which I will not bore you with, I was banished from the Mountain. The Maker told me to seek out the Rombuli who needed my help. This I did and I found them fleeing across the land during the great climate change. I led them here to this land which they settled. The Covenent left the Mountain shortly after me and travelled to Parison where a great nation was arising. Using their power, the Covenent helped the Parison people to build and establish the Empire. We all know the history of the Empire so there is no need for me to detail this part of the story of how they incorporated Sardonia and Rombuli into the Empire."
Nelvask paused and took a drink of water. " What I have been thinking is what became of the other faction, the True Believers? What ever we are up against in the rest of the Empire must be something that has power. The only other thing that I can think of which has the power to impose their will across the land is the True Believers. To Latask and I, it is important to answer the question of how they have imposed that power but to the rest of you it is important that we work out what we are going to do to counter act that power. Latask?"
Latask looked across the table at Governor Rulask and then spoke at his nod in his direction. " Leaving aside my views on why we voted to exclude you from the Mountain, your analysis appears sound. There is only one other source of power in the world and that is the True Believers faction. How they have managed to stop all communication though I have no idea. Indeed, at the moment I do not even know where to start in contemplating that much power. All it gives us is something to ponder."
Governor Rulask frowned but then shrugged his shoulders. " Your impenetrable theories might be true but we will have to trust you two when it comes to the employment of what we regard as magic. What we have to do now is plan how we are going to counter this threat. As a soldier, Imperial Grandmaster Silker, your opinion."
Silker grimaced and shrugged his broad shoulders. " As I said just now, we do not have enough trained soldiers to do anything about a direct attack. With odds of twelve to one, we can do nothing to stop their advance. I took the liberty of looking at the way the Imperial Army conquered Rombuli and I can see no difference in the situation we face now. The invasion was on three fronts. The Imperial Army came in three waves, one across the lake, one across the ford and one across the bridge in the north in a pincer movement towards the Rock. The Sardonians and the Rombuli armies fell back and only committed themselves to a pitch battle on the plain before the Rock. As I see things we can only follow similar tactics though with so few soldiers, any pitched battle is doomed. If we have to make a stand, it will either have to be outside Nimmar in Derek's Gap or at the Alskar River by Alskar Town. All we can do is hope that Nelvask and Latask can hold them up with their power at these places. The other thing we can do is to leave some men behind to harass their backs and hit their supply lines in the same way as the Rombuli did under Derek Gorland's leadership. It almost worked for them even though the Imperial Army vastly out numbered their troops and were highly trained. I must admit, it is not much of a strategy but it is the only one I can come up with at short notice. Latask, I know it is really a delaying tactic, hoping that something will come up. I can see little hope of it succeeding unless you two come up with a way to counter their power."
Silker lapsed into a troubled silence and sat down his expression gloomy. It was obvious to all in the room that Silker did not look forward to trying to carry out his plan.
Edward nervously intervened looking round the table warily. " Governor Rulask, can I speak?"
Governor Rulask smiled. " Edward, you are here as an equal member of my council. If you have a contribution to make, go ahead and speak."
Edward blushed slightly, conscious that all eyes were now concentrating on him and the rest of the Council were waiting for him to speak. " Don't take what I am about to say as an implied criticism but I believe your thinking is rather narrow. Grand Master Silker informs us that there are only four thousand trained Imperial Army soldiers and that they face overwhelming odds. It does not look great from even to somebody as ignorant of military tactics as me. On the other hand there are a great many Rombuli men and, for all I know Sardonian men, who would be willing to fight for their country. It is their country, after all, even though you might not think so because Sardonia and Rombuli have been controlled by the Imperial Army and Imperial Administrators for years. I think we are ignoring the people who care about what happens to their countries."
There was a stunned silence round the table. All eyes were staring at Edward as though he had uttered a profanity. 
Breaking the silence, Nelvask laughed loudly. " Well done, young Edward. You have now opened up the can of worms they were not willing to open."
" What do you mean by that?" Latask asked, frowning.
" To my way of thinking, you have one of two options if you follow Edward's advice," Nelvask answered still smiling. " On the one hand, you can try to compel the Rombuli to join your army and, in that way, resist the army coming from the rest of the Empire. You could do this by Imperial decree. On the other hand, you could set the Rombuli free from the restrictions on movement, citizenship and religion and see if they volunteer to help you."
It was Latask's turn to laugh loudly and look at the Governor with raised eyebrows. 
With a shake of his head, he said, " So that is what you and Edward are conspiring to bring about. You want the thing he could not bring about by force, to be conceded just like that. I think this is a crazy idea and we should dismiss it now. There is no knowing where this will lead. We will be fighting the enemy from the rest of the Empire with one eye on our backs waiting for the knife between the shoulder blades."
Edward reacted angrily by banging the table and rising to his feet. " Latask, I may want my people free but this is not the time to argue about my motives. Believe me, I have not spoken to Nelvask about this before and the idea only occurred while I was listening to you speak. All I was trying to do was to help formulate some policy that would at least give us a chance of success. There are thousands of people out there in Rombuli and Sardonia who might be willing to help given the chance. These are good people with the same motives, needs and wants as your precious Imperial grand families. They might be willing to help for no other reason than this is their land, this is their ancestral home. You might sneer at that because to you every act by those other than the Imperial families must have a sinister motive. Of course, it might be that you are so steeped in thinking everything is a conspiracy against the Empire, you cannot see genuine offers of help. That is your arrogance but it could be the thing which loses us the Empire and all you have worked for. If that is the case, you are more stupid than I first thought."
Latask looked as though he was going to explode, as though electric discharges were coming from his finger. Nelvask held his breath and prepared to come to the aid of Edward. 
Governor Rulask banged the table hard with his fist and stopped Edward saying any more. " This must stop right now! If we are to combat the enemy, we have to have at least a semblance of unity. I know trying to be civil to some of the people round this table might be difficult for some of you. I know Latask and Nelvask have a history of opposition to each other and of disagreement. They have put their suspicion and mutual dislike behind them and try to think about what is best in our situation. I think this proposition from Edward Eastland is worth pursuing. Silker, what do you say?"
Imperial Grandmaster Silker sat looking out of the window, his hands tracing patterns on the table. As he waited for the Imperial Grand Master to speak, Edward noticed that the fingers of his right hand would not straighten, as though they were fixed permanently bent round the hilt of a sword. Silence descended on the room as everybody waited for the soldier to speak but Silker continued to look out of the window. His expression hinted at somebody who had something bad to say but did not know how to put his thoughts into words. At last he looked back at Governor Rulask and shrugged.
" Obviously it would give me more men to deploy to the battle field but, as a soldier, I wonder what good it would do having these untrained men facing trained soldiers. There is also the logistics of getting the men here for what little training we could give them in the time available to think about. Finally, there is the question of how we can coerce them into setting out on what is really a suicide mission." Silker lapsed into silence.
Chief Elfwing suddenly spoke, his voice modulated like the wind racing across his grass lands. " Governor Rulask, can I speak now?"
Governor Rulask nodded in his direction. 
" The Sardonians may not have been trained to act as an army. Since the coming of the Empire, they have never been allowed to do so by your people,” Chief Elfwing started, his long black hair drawn back from his face in a pony tail making him look stern. His eyes were like pools of black water as he gazed around the table. " The Sardonians are, however, some of the best horsemen in the Empire. A great many of my countrymen spend a large part of their lives in the saddle looking after your herds of horses. We have to act in unison when rounding up the horses and breaking them for work. Because of the need for protection most of us are reasonably familiar with weapons. What we need is organisation in the basics of acting as an army. Your soldiers can give us that training if you have a will to do so. With my limited knowledge of military matters, there is the basis of a light cavalry troop among the Sardonians."
Governor Rulask held up his hand before anybody else had a chance to speak. " Let me review what has been said at the meeting so far. Imperial Grandmaster Silker has pointed out that we have only a few soldiers with which to defend Sardonia and Rombuli. He told us that, from a soldier's point of view, the position is hopeless. All we can hope for is to delay the inevitable defeat until something turns up. This is not a very attractive proposition. A heroic last stand is not what I had in mind but we have to face the facts. Nelvask and Latask have given us some clues as to the possible power behind the invasion. They hinted that they would be able to counter any magic that is brought to bear against us in the field. Edward and Chief Elfwing have suggested that there are more men if we can bring ourselves to look beyond the immediate trained army. How can we pull all of this together?"
Latask stood and surveyed the men around the table. " If we have to make a stand, it will have to be somewhere where Nelvask's and my power can enhance the other. Looking at the map... Can we get a map of Rombuli and Sardonia brought here?"
Governor Rulask turned to the clerk. " Will you arrange for a map to be brought here while we break for a drink, please?"
When they resumed after some light refreshments, there was a large map on the wall behind Rulask's seat. Silker took up position in front of the map using a large pointer.
 " Going back over what I outlined of the invasion of Rombuli by the Empire, I can now illustrate what happened. The invasion was on three fronts, here at Lake Sardonia, here at Maldale Ford and here at the Canyon Bridge or the Bridge of Sighs as the Sardonians call it. The Sardonians and Rombuli defended these positions until it was certain that they could not hold their lines. They then fell back in these directions."
He traced the retreat paths on the map. " They pursued hit and run tactics, making stands at every place that it was possible to defend, holding up the Imperial Army advance for a while before retreating. The whole object was to draw the Imperial Army towards the Rock and there make a stand and fight the pitched battle to defend Sardonia. They were defeated here more by Latask and his Covenenters than any fighting by the Army. Derek Gorland led the Rombuli contingent away from the battle through the Gorland Pass above what is now the Governor's Lodge north of Shardlaw. The Rombuli made a stand here with a small contingent of troops but the bulk retreated on to what became known as Derek's Gap, here north east of Nimmar. There they made a stand. What is significant to us though, is as they retreated, small groups of their troops went into the hills and acted as a harrying force behind the advancing Imperial Army. They picked these troops from those familiar with the areas where they were deployed. These groups managed to slow the advancing army down by attacking the supply lines and reserves, making the Army have to deploy a significant number of men to search out these bands. In the end, the Rombuli abandoned Nimmar and retreated to Alskar. They could have held out at Alskar for some time if they had chosen to do so but Derek Gorland their leader convinced them that enough was enough. He then surrendered to the Imperial Army. We will have to pursue a similar tactical plan if we are to have any hope. Defences can be built at Alskar. The question is will this place be where Nelvask and Latask can concentrate their power? I am a soldier and I do not understand how they will help."
Latask went to stand by the map. " We have no idea what power, or magic if that is what you want call it, the other side will use, though if the invasion is driven by the True Believer faction, we can guess. You will have to trust Nelvask and me on that issue. Yes Alskar is a position where we can deploy our magic to the best effect. You see here where there is only one way across the River Alskar and that is at the town. At the most the gap is less than a mile wide and we should be able to defend that with our power."
" We will have to leave the military planning to you Imperial Grandmaster," Governor Rulask stated. " I will have to organise the civilian population. What is the next steps?"
" You will have to order the round up of a significant number of young men to form the bulk of our army," Silker said. " Once the order has been promulgated, we will have to get the men here for training as soon as possible so that they have a modicum of discipline by the spring and the time of the invasion."
" I think it is time, Governor, to consider my proposition," Nelvask remarked grinning at Governor Rulask. " Do we coerce these people into becoming soldiers, as Silker suggests, or do we set them free and give them something personal to defend? I have always felt people will be more likely to fight for what they regard as theirs rather than for some alien power using whips to force them to fight. It is only a suggestion, Latask but one we have to face."
Governor Rulask looked towards Mayor Moorland." What do you say to that, Mr. Mayor?"
" If what you say is true, these people are all that is left of the Empire, " the mayor stated pompously, thrusting his ample chest out with pride. " To grant them full Imperial rights can only help the situation."
Governor Rulask smiled. " All right, I will issue an Imperial decree granting all Rombuli and Sardonians full rights under the Empire. The bonded system will be abolished, there will be freedom of religion and freedom of movement. Rombuli will be able to own property without swearing allegiance to the Empire. I will work out the details."
" Do we need to collect all the young men and bring them here for training at first?" Edward asked tentatively. " Would it be possible to send out some of the army to train the men in their own villages and towns until they are certain the Empire is helping them defend their own land. Then, as they get more confident that the Empire is not the enemy, we can bring them here. That way we would not have the logistical problem of feeding them over most of the winter. One other thing before I give way to others. We have to make the best of what our men are able to do. As I understand things, the Sardonians are good at horse riding and horse management. Remember, from your history, one thing the Rombuli were expert at was making and using the long bow. I know in Alskar province there are a number of long bows hidden away which have been used by the Rombuli illegally over the years. Whether the Imperial administrators have turned a blind eye to this I do not know but we have to use this skill."
Silker nodded. " We will try your suggestion Edward. Boric, you have an idea of who are the best trainers or can find that out. I suggest you make that your task. Identify the trainers and then spread them around the country. You can then plan on how we are to bring all these groups together in time for the spring. Is that all right with you Governor?"
" That is a good suggestion," Governor Rulask agreed. " I will release you from your duties as head of my personal troops, Boric Borovic so that you can organise the training of the Rombuli."
" Thank you so much," Boric replied with hardly a hint of sarcasm. Governor Rulask smiled sweetly at the leader of his body guard.
" Before we break up and begin the detailed planning, there is one other consideration I have been thinking about, " Nelvask said. " The Imperial Army, and to a lesser extent the Rombuli, have always had an advantage in wars over their enemies in being able to communicate without the need for physical lines of communication. We have had the advantage of thought transfer between the members of the Covenent and the others like me but that ability is lost with only Latask and me available to the army. We cannot be everywhere."
Silker grunted. " We will have to train some of the Sardonians to act as messengers. They have the horsemanship. It is just one of the tasks I have set myself."
Latask looked at Nelvask and seemed to communicate something between their minds though the others could not be sure. " I think I know what Nelvask is alluding to. Edward, you can communicate by thought transfer can you not?"
" I have the power," Edward answered bluntly.
" Good," replied Latask. " We have known about you and your father for some time. We also know there are others of the Rombuli who have similar powers. How many do you know?"
" I know two other people in Alskar province," Edward answered, his voice taking on a guarded tone.
" Nelvask?" Latask asked.
Nelvask grinned." That is something you have wanted to find out for years, Latask but the Rombuli hid their powers very successfully from you. I know there are more but I have never been able to establish how many. What have you in mind?"
" If there are more and we could identify them, we will have a the basis of ready made intelligence gathering and communications network," Latask replied seriously. " I suggest you and Edward discuss how you could persuade these people to come to our aid."
Edward looked shocked. " How are we to identify these people and more importantly, if we can identify them, how are we to get them to help us?"
" That is for you to decide," Governor Rulask put in. " That will be yours and Nelvask's task for the winter. I will leave you two to sort out the details."
He looked around the table. " Right, we now have a plan. Imperial Grandmaster Silker will organise the defence of the Province. Chief Elfwing will return to Sardonia with my proclamation and start persuading the Sardonians to co-operate. Mayor Moorland will organise the citizens of Nimmar and help me with the civil population of West Rombuli. Boric Borovic will start to organise training teams and deploy them into the countryside to begin the training. Nelvask and Edward Eastland will begin the task of setting up our communications network. We will meet again in two weeks to review progress. Thank you all for coming. May we go with our Gods. "
As Edward left the Council Chamber, Boric fell into step by his side. " Well Edward, we seem to have drawn the short straws. We are going to be in the saddle during some of the worst weather of the year trying to persuade reluctant people to follow our lead. I will assign Tag to you. You know him from the training he hasbeen giving you."
Edward watched the retreating back of his friend and sighed. Looking out of the window, he noted the leaves blowing across the Island on the wind and the rain slanting down out of a grey sky. Shuddering at the thought of the miles he would have to cover in this weather and worse when the snows started to fall, he started to wonder whether it would be worth all the effort. He did not have time to wallow in self pity for long because Nelvask came after him and asked him to come to Nelvask's room for a talk about how they were going to fulfil the task given to them by Governor Rulask.
Once back in Nelvask's room with a glass of wine in his hand, Edward observed. " This task Rulask set us is impossible you know. I have no idea where to start. What are we going to do?"
Nelvask sipped his wine and grinned." Edward, my boy, you give up too easily. Let us look at what we know." As he made his points Nelvask raised his fingers one at a time, counting off the points he was making. " First I know there are a number of Rombuli with your talents. Second, what we have to do is find them. Third, we have to find some way to start. Forth, I have tried opening my mind to these people without any response. Fifth, you must have some idea of somebody with the talent in Alskar. That is where we have to start."
" How can we start?" Edward asked.
" Think my boy, think." Nelvask poured himself another wine. " Is there anybody you know or suspect with the talent in Alskar?"
" Yes," Edward exclaimed." My father sent me to see Mr. Fox when the Imperial Officials were preparing for the visit of the Emperor. Mr. Fox and my father used thought transfer to communicate when I could not convince Mr. Fox of the seriousness of the situation. In fact I used my power to open up Mr. Foxes mind to my father's. Anyway, his daughter Margaret has the talent because we have used thought communication before."
Nelvask laughed triumphantly. " There you are Edward, my boy. We have a starting place. You will have to go and see this Margaret Fox and take things from there. If I know about these things, nobody with the talent can live in total isolation. They may be cautious about admitting their talent because of the perceived consequences if the Covenent found out but they will have shared their knowledge with at least one other person, as was the case with your father and Mr. Fox. "
" Actually my father was in contact with at least three other people besides Mr. Fox but he was reluctant to let me get involved." Edward sighed. " I know what you are getting at Nelvask. Even somebody as ignorant of these matters as me can see where you are taking me. It is going to involve a great deal of riding through winter storms to act out your theory. Besides which, if it starts to work, I will need a great deal of persuasive powers to convince the people to come here with me. You did mean to get as many together here as can be persuaded? Just like the days when you trained the talented in their skill?" 
" Edward you are a gem," Nelvask smiled at his pupil. " As you have hinted, what we have to do is start with one and then follow any links they throw up to the others. At least you have a lead. I have nothing to go on other than vague hints. What we will do is split the province up into sections. You will have to concentrate at first on Alskar, I will take the rest of Rombuli. If we are to get done in time, you will have to leave in the morning. Make straight for the Fox's farm and persuade Margaret to co-operate. It would be a good idea if you could get Mr. Fox to contact me so that I can then fill him in on the gravity of the situation. Then with his help and Margaret's you can start following the trail of contacts until you have identified all those of your age with the talent. You will then bring them back here and we can start to organise our communications network."
" You make it all sound so easy but I have a feeling it is not going to be simple and will involve a lot of hard work in the cold and snow. What will you be up to while I am away?" Edward did not sound too enthusiastic.
" I will start at Shardlaw where I am certain there are people with the talent and then work back towards Nimmar. You had better get back to your lovely wife and tell her what is about to happen. I am certain they will work out some way in which she can help the war effort while you are away. I will see you in a few weeks and make sure you have some people with the talent with you. May you travel with your Maker!"

An Ordinary Life

Tom Houseman grew up in a poor district of Porthampton. He attended the local grammar school after passing the eleven plus examination. Following school, he attended university and was awarded his Ph.D.. Through his friend, he meets the local criminal boss Mr. Hunt though he never acknowledges the criminal activity. He agrees to become a non executive director of Mr. Hunt’s company. At work he publicly upholds the university rules on relationships between tutor and student even warning one of his colleagues about over stepping the line. In private he ignores these rules justifying his behaviour by claiming to himself that the desire is mutual between him and the student.
Joan Houseman is a pillar of middle class society. An accountant, mother and loyal church member. She is thrilled by the wealth generated by Tom’s activities, by their membership of the exclusive country club on the recommendation of Mr. Hunt and with their status in society. She justifies the ignoring of the contradictions in her life by telling herself that Tom is not doing anything illegal.
Derek Jones is Tom’s oldest friend from their junior school days. He and all of his brothers and sister had an abused childhood oat the hans of his father. He is heading for a life in and out of jail when he beats up his father while protecting his sister from his father’s sexual demands. Tom advices him to find a Mr. Big and attach himself to that person. It is through Derek that Tom meets Mr. Hunt.
Edward Houseman is Tom’s older brother. He is passionately political and a member of the Labour Party. To pursue his political career, Edward applies for and is selected as the Labour Party candidate for a lost cause seat near Porthampton. He persuades Tom to become his election agent. Edward works in an investment bank and sets up an investment fund with his brother, He is good at his work and their investment fund prospers. Edward sees no contradiction between his work and his social conscience.
The novel reaches a climax when Derek, having succeeded Mr. Hunt as leader of his empire, is shot by a rival. Tom then has to choose between reaping the rewards while not getting involved or taking a step across the dividing line between legitimacy and criminality.

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