The Raults left Antieux shortly. They did not expect to be gone long. There was to be a midsummer wedding for Count Raymone and Socia Rault.

Brother Candle left with the Raults but did not accompany them. He spent a few weeks finding the temper of the countryside. He was amazed. Bernardin Amberch.e.l.le"s savagery had had done more good than harm. Though those whose heads decorated Antieux"s gates might disagree. done more good than harm. Though those whose heads decorated Antieux"s gates might disagree.

The Society no longer indulged in persecutions inside Antieux"s wall. But Bernardin had felt little obligation to the rural folk. Maysaleans, in particular, were being persecuted. And so, as Brother Candle feared, neighbor turned against neighbor. Families who had been friendly for generations became estranged. In St. Jeules ande Neuis, Jhean the carpenter told him, "People are too frightened of those black crows. They"re almost supernaturally scary."

Brother Candle got no chance to see that for himself. Whenever he came near crossing paths with the Society the rustic folk hustled him out of the way. Even local Brothen Episcopals had no use for Sublime"s crows.

Count Raymone had matured indeed. He examined the situation before acting. He consulted his knights and leading men. Once he was certain where everything stood he sent for the Brothen Episcopal Archbishop of Antieux.

Antieux had been elevated to an archbishopric. One Persico Parthini had a.s.sumed the new mantle, replacing Bishop Mathe Richenau. A disease acquired whoring had driven Richenau into drooling madness.

Brother Candle returned in time to witness the first encounter between Count Raymone and the new regional lord of the Church. Parthini, technically, outranked Raymone. However, according to Raymone, he lacked the swords to make that stick.

The Archbishop arrived full of arrogant bl.u.s.ter. Count Raymone ignored him till the bl.u.s.ter faltered in the face of rising uneasiness. Bernardin Amberch.e.l.le"s relentless, mad, hungry stare wore Parthini down.

Raymone stared through Parthini, hard. "Who is this barking dog? Why is he here, annoying me?"

Though Parthini had been announced, Raymone"s chief herald said, "This is Persico Parthini, who styles himself Archbishop of Antieux."

"He"s the Usurper"s hound?"

"Yes, Your Lordship."

"You. False priest. You violate both canon and civil law by masquerading as a man of the cloth. But you have a guardian angel. A Maysalean Perfect has prevailed upon me to overlook your transgressions. For the moment. So I"ll be merciful. You have until sundown, day after tomorrow, to remove yourself from Antieux. Your fellow brigands must accompany you. Those who don"t leave the Connec will suffer those penalties faced by all thieves and robbers."

The Archbishop was both livid and speechless. And frightened. There was no doubt Count Raymone meant every word. And had a ferocious presence.

On the up side, Antieux"s criminals served their sentences in their home city, helping with reconstruction. They were not sold down to Sheavenalle for service in the galleys. Nor to overseas mines.

Few prisoners survived the mines.

Count Raymone waved a hand. Functionaries surrounded Parthini, hustled him away.

Brother Candle asked, "Wasn"t that a little harsh? Not to mention disrespectful?"

"You asked me not to kill him. I gave you what you wanted. Don"t go all woman on me and keep asking for more and more."

Brother Candle opened his mouth to argue. He shut it. He had vexed Raymone enough.

The Count smiled slyly as he turned to the next item on his calendar.

Brother Candle understood that smile the moment he left the citadel.

Cousin Bernardin and a dozen henchmen were putting up whipping posts in front of the ruined cathedral. They had two customers ready to serve. Both wore the austere black of the Society. Brother Candle sidled over.

"What did these men do?"

"They took possession of property that didn"t belong to them. After the Count ordered them to leave Antieux."

Definitely Society, then. Who would have had no chance to hear about Raymone"s order to Archbishop Parthini. To whom they did not report directly, anyway.

Thus Raymone"s wicked smile.

It took only a small investment of imagination to fathom Raymone"s scheme. While Brother Candle roamed the countryside the Count had been gathering trustworthy men. Now he was ready to a.s.sert himself.

The prisoners received a dozen lashes and orders to quit Antieux instantly. Whatever they claimed to own was forfeit.

Raymone"s partisans launched a sweep that collected both mundane villains and Society crows. Few got the chance to defend themselves. The more hated crows received hard labor sentences.

The latest chief of the Society mission had more confidence and courage than was good for him. But he was new, too.

Inwood Bente had replaced Helton Jael after the latter"s sudden and mysterious disappearance or desertion. He refused to believe these provincials would dare defy the Brothen Church, or that most of them considered that Church a foreign criminal conspiracy. So when his followers began to suffer, he went looking for the Count, all filled with fury and bl.u.s.ter, having failed to understand the lessons of his predecessor"s disappearance and the Archbishop"s humiliation.

Brother Candle tried to warn him. Bente"s a.s.sociates would not let the Perfect near. They threw stones. They called him, "d.a.m.ned!" and, "Heretic!" In front of witnesses who exaggerated considerably when Count Raymone took their testimony only minutes later.

Inwood Bente caught the Count at a particularly bad time. He had just received his first letter from Socia Rault. It had not said anything he wanted to hear.

Caron ande Lette had suffered severely during Seuir Brock"s extended absence. An immediate turnaround and reunion was out of the question. There was too much work to do. The nuptials might have to be postponed.

Raymone knew who to blame.

Inwood Bente, who might have been an honest man, received thirty lashes for failing to control his underlings. With eight lashes to go he suffered a ma.s.sive seizure.

"You"re going to kill him," Brother Candle protested.

Count Raymone would not listen. "Brother, I want these vultures to s.h.i.t themselves if Sublime even hints that he"ll send them to the Connec. I want them absolutely convinced that even if their G.o.d is holding their hands, they"re going to die. Badly. If they"re lucky. If they"re not, they"ll suffer more cruelly here than they will in their h.e.l.l after Judgment Day."

Brother Candle shook his head sadly.

"You disagree?" Raymone gestured. His men cut Bente down. After the man received his final eight lashes.

"They"re just as sure of their righteousness as you are, Your Lordship. Individuals can be intimidated. The movement can"t."

"Then they"ll be exterminated like any other vermin. We"ll throw their carca.s.ses to the hogs."

It was a harsh world. Yet that appalled Brother Candle.

Still, only men like Raymone Garete, with their backbones of iron, created history.

Count Raymone was not concentrating on what was happening in front of him.

"Brother, I would beg a boon." There was a conciliatory edge to the Count"s voice.

"Your Lordship?"

"I want you to go to Caron ande Lette."

Duke Tormond wanted Brother Candle"s breath kept hot on the back of Count Raymone"s neck. To be his conscience. A pointless, hopeless enterprise.

The old pilgrim had sworn no oath to execute the Duke"s wish.

"You"ve got it bad, don"t you?"

"I"ve never met a woman like Socia."

"I fail to see what good I can do by being there. But the Seekers in that part of the Connec need encouragement." He had decided that the Connecten Perfect must combat national despair. If hope could not" be nurtured-kept alive in hidden places if need be-darkness would swamp the world.

"You"ll go?"

"I"ll go. But not really to press your suit. I can"t play the lute or carry a tune, let alone put together a seductive song."

The Count grinned. The sudden light in his face made him look like a different man. "If that was how Socia had to be wooed I"d have no hope. My main musical talent is, I"m loud."

"I noticed."

"As most people have. I just want a voice on the scene, Master. To remind the Raults."

"Of course." Brother Candle suspected the brothers Rault were celebrating their coup still. Finding a prospective husband who did not flee as soon as he met the bride. And one of superior status at that.

"I hope you"ll behave while I"m gone."

"I"ll be no more disrespectful to my Duke than his other va.s.sals are."

"Scary thought." Brother Candle wanted to caution Raymone against further irritating the Brothen Church but knew his breath would go to waste if he did.

That evening, during his meditations, Brother Candle wondered what great forces were moving him. Why did Providence want him back in that unhappy land on the verges of the Connec?

He was, he feared, being made over into a sort of historical apparition, something like a supernatural eyewitness to the last days of the Connecten idyll.

8. Long Winter, Short Spring

Piper Hecht was enjoying a rare evening with Anna and the kids. And Pinkus Ghort, who had brought a couple of newly discovered vintages that he wanted to share. Not uninvited. Ghort being as near a friend as Hecht had-though he did get on well with his staff. But his staff were all married men disinclined to spend their free time with the people they saw all day every day at work. Nor was it appropriate for the Captain-General of All the Patriarchal Armies to become too familiar with men he expected to send into harm"s way.

Pella showed off how much he had learned since entering Anna"s house. He could read now, slowly. And was all excited about it. For someone of his cla.s.s literacy was akin to magic.

Anna and Pinkus played chess while Pella stumbled through his reading. Hecht looked over the boy"s shoulder. Vali looked over Pella"s other shoulder. She was all polished and dressed like a doll. Her own doing. She was impatient with Pella"s pace.

Hecht asked, "Can you do better?" And chuckled. Vali was in complete control. You could not trick her into talking. Though she did, occasionally, relay messages through Pella. Hecht now believed she was just a clever chit who had created the perfect legend to weasel herself out of a terrible situation. A stubborn pretense to muteness saved her having to explain.

Ghort moved a piece, said, "Kid already reads twice as better than I do. Maybe he"s gonna jump back in time and be the Pella that wrote that d.a.m.ned play."

Anna asked, "You sure that"s what you want to do?" But only after Pinkus took his finger off his piece.

Ghort protested, "I don"t see anything."

Hecht said, "She"s trying to rattle your confidence."

"I don"t have no confidence to rattle. I seen what she done to you. You ever beat her?"

"No. I can"t even beat Vali." In fact, Vali was the superior player. She thought far ahead and easily developed long-range strategies. "Pella, I"m impressed. You"re learning faster than I did. Would you put more wood on the fire?"

Pella was cooperative in all things. He knew when he had it good. It had been a hard winter on Brothe"s streets.

Anna did nothing dramatic in response to Ghort"s move.

He sighed, asked, "Anna, our raids got your neighbors p.i.s.sed off yet?"

Anna replied, "They haven"t tried to burn me out."

The City Regiment made regular sweeps through the quarter. What was left of the force.

Anna went on, "They like having me here. You looking out for me gets them looked out for, too."

Pinkus Ghort now referred to his command as the City Platoon, though five hundred men remained on his payroll. Hecht kept cherry-picking the best for his expanding Patriarchal force. He was trying to create a unified command for all the Patriarchal garrisons.

Sublime was amenable-according to Princ.i.p.ate Doneto. Sublime was optimistic now that he had his arrangement with Anne of Menand. He was positioning himself for a future of his own design. He would need an effective, efficient military. He expected to be able to afford the best.

Hecht noted that little of Anne"s money had reached Brothe yet. Delivery arrangements remained confused.

Hecht asked, "Did you come up with anything? Ever?"

"Nothing useful to me. But we"ve got two or three Princ.i.p.ates underfoot all the time. Having more fun than we were."

Anna said, "I heard you arrested some people."

"Sure. There"s always bad people dumb enough to tell you their real names. With the Man in Black standing right behind you."

The Man in Black, the public executioner, was not missing many meals for lack of work. Folks who behaved badly were being hunted vigorously.