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needed rest； Mendellas would not sleep this night； perhaps not for many nights to e。 With some forty endowments of stamina； he need never sleep again； if he did not so desire。
Certainly； Raj Ahten would not sleep tonight。
On the rock above him sat Orden's Days； and his son's。 King Orden looked up at the men； wondering。 Why did Gaborn's Days not go to him？ If Gaborn was at Castle Sylvarresta； then the Days should follow。 He'd know if another Days spotted Gaborn。 Or perhaps Gaborn's whereabouts did not matter。 Perhaps his son was captured； or dead？
As he kept his slow watch over the next hour； letting his mind drift and dream； he considered his own defenses at home。 King Orden sometimes had。。。impressions。。。of danger； felt the presence of reavers on his southern border。 As a child； his father had told him that these impressions were the heritage of kings； a birthright。 He considered now； but felt nothing。
He wondered about the fortresses on his borders。 Were they secure？
A scout soon reached King Orden with news。 Sylvarresta had indeed fallencaptured at sunset without a fight。
Worse than Orden had feared。 At that news； King Orden took a lacquered oak message case that had been tucked inside his belt。 It was a message to King Sylvarresta； sealed with the signet of the Duke of Longmont。
King Orden's scouts had intercepted Longmot's messenger at dawn； if 〃intercepted〃 was the proper word。 More particularly； Orden's scout had found the man dead； his corpse concealed in the brush beside the road； killed by an assassin's arrow。 Orden's scouts would not have recovered the message box if not for the stink of the body。
The countryside was crawling with assassins； set along the road in pairs。
Under normal circumstances； Orden would have respected the privacy of the parties involved； would have delivered the message case to Sylvarresta himself。 But Sylvarresta had fallen； and Orden worried that Longmont had sent word of evil tidings。 Perhaps it； too； was besieged。 It was； next to Castle Sylvarresta； the most defensible fortress in all Heredon。 Though nineteen other fortifications dotted the kingdom； they guarded smaller cities and villages。 Five of the fortresses were only minor keeps。
So King Orden broke the wax seal on the message case； pulled out the fine yellow parchment scroll； unrolled it； and read by starlight。 The flowing script was obviously written by a feminine hand； but had been written hastily； with words crossed out：
To His Most Rightful Sovereign King； Jas Laren Sylvarresta： All Honor and Good Cheer Wishes； from His Most Devoted Subject； The Duchess Emmadine Ot Laren
Dearest Uncle： You are betrayed。 Unbeknown to me； my husband has sold you； permitting Raj Ahten's forces to move through the Dunnwood。 Apparently； my husband hoped to rule as regent in your stead； should Heredon fall。
But Raj Ahten himself was here two nights ago； with a powerful army。 My husband ordered the drawbridge lowered for him； kept our soldiers at bay。
In one long night； Raj Ahten came and took endowments from many。 He repaid my husband's treachery with treachery of his own； hanging him by his guts from the iron grates outside the window of his own bedroom。
Raj Ahten knows better than to trust a traitor。
As for me； he treated me badly； using me as only a husband should use his wife。 Then he forced me to grant him an endowment of glamour； and he left a regent； some scholars； and a small army to manage the city in his absence。
For two days his regent has tried to suck this land dry； taking endowments by the hundreds。 He cares little whether those who give the endowments live or die。 So many Dedicates lie heaped in the bailey； no one will be able to care for them。 I myself he used as a vector； taking glamour from hundreds of women； while my sons； Wren and Dru； though they are mere children； now vector stamina and grace to the Wolf Lord。
It was not till an hour ago that our own servants and a few guards managed to revolt； overthrowing our tormentors。 It was a bloody struggle。
But all was not for nothing。 We have captured forty thousand forcibles！
Here； King Orden halted； for his breath suddenly left him。 He stood up； began pacing。 He felt faint。
Forty thousand forcibles！ It was unheard of！ In all the Northern kingdoms； not so many endowments had been given in twenty years。 Orden glanced up at the pair of Days sitting on the rock above。 These men knew that those forcibles were hidden there。 By the Powers； Orden wished he knew a hundredth of what the Days must know。
Raj Ahten was a fool to hold such great wealth in one place。 Someone would steal those forcibles。
By the Powers； I'll steal them！ Orden thought。
Unless it was a trap！ Had Raj Ahten really believed he could hold Longmont？
Orden pondered。 If one went into a foreign castle； took major endowments from all the royalty； all the finest soldiers； one could supplant one's enemies in a single night； steal their strength and leave them gasping in defeat。
The Duchess had said it was the house servants who managed the revoltfew soldiers。 So her soldiers were deador drained of endowments。 Perhaps it was not a trap。
Raj Ahten had trusted his own men to hold his treasure for him in Longmonta fine castle； with stunning defenses。 What better place to keep so many forcibles？ And from there； he would have taken forcibles to Castle Sylvarresta； to drain his enemies。 Indeed； he probably already had some in his possession。
King Orden read on：
I trust that these forcibles shall be of great use to you in prosecuting this war。 Meanwhile； an occupying army approaches from the south。 According to muniqués； it should be here in four days。
I've sent to Groverman and Dreis； requesting aid。 I believe we can withstand a siege； with their help。
The Wolf Lord left me no palace guard； no soldiers。 Those who have given endowments are vectored to Raj Ahten through my sons。
Raj Ahten is on his way to you in Castle Sylvarresta。 I do not believe he can reach you until the night before Hostenfest。
He is dangerous。 He has so many endowments of glamour； he shines like the sun。 For decades now； Longmont has been home to many vain women； each hoping to be more beautiful than her neighbor。 Their beauty is all vectored through me。
I will not uphold your enemies。
In two days； all those who have granted endowments in Longmont shall die by my hand。 It grieves me that I must kill my own sons； but only by doing so can I revive enough troops to defend the city。
I've hidden the forcibles。 They are buried beneath the turnip field at Bredsfor Manor。
I suspect you will not see me again； not alive。 I'm placing Captain Cedrick Tempest； of the palace guard； in temporary mand of Longmont。
My husband hangs from his window still； his own intestines serving as a rope for his neck。 I will not cut the villain down。 If I had known beforehand of his treachery； I'd not have dealt with him so kindly。
I go now； to sharpen a knife。 Should I fail； you know what to do。
Your Devoted Niece；
The Duchess Emmadine Ot Laren
Mendellas Orden finished reading the letter； heart hammering； then laid it aside。 〃You know what to do。〃 The age…old cry of those forc