Book 9: Chapter 45: GT

Book 9: Chapter 45: GT

(I am releasing a chapter a day rather than one every 3-4 days. Make sure youre on the right one and you havent missed one! pirateaba)

The beach never ended.

Three days and the beach endured. Oh, there were challenges.

Late night beach sex.

Trash that people left around.

People banging on the door to be let in after-hours.

One person trying to invite thirty-six guests with them.

Erin Solstice dealt with these problems very simply. She put up a sign saying no littering, she kicked out anyone who interrupted the beach experience, and she started to ban people from her beach.

Im not dealing with it. If you act smart, then think your way out of a ban. All of youbanned!

She shook a fist at the culprit, for once uncharitably annoyed.

But Erin

Shut it, Menolit. Youre banned! And youre banned! And anyone else?

Erin pointed at him, at one of her Drake regulars, Classie, who wore a stricken look, and aimed her banning finger around.

In truth, she got why Menolit had done it. First it had been people from Liscor Hunted, but then hed begun parlaying her inn for social credit. Then justmoney and favors.

She stomped off as he looked woebegone and didnt tell him that he was only banned for a few days. As for the beach

Well now, pardner. Looks like youre in a right state of mind. Reckon my crew should get back to work. We were just askin about draining the water out so we could clean the garden a spell.

An amazingly accurate southern accent made Erin stop and close her eyes. But she turned and wondered how an Antinium had decided that every time he put on a silver mustache, he should wear a huge cowboy hat and put on the accent and moniker of Silverstache.

Was this racism? Erin smiled at Silverans alter ego anyways.

Good idea, Silveran.

Silveran? I dont know who that is. Silverstache is the name

Right, right. Ill drain the water since we need to clean it. Valeterisas generously said shell purify it. Because its gross, and people keep peeing in it.

A number of childrenand adultsavoided Erins gaze. She had the crazed look that all pool-owners inevitably developed. Erin had never understood it.

Crap in the water. Literal and figurative. You neededchlorine. Something to keep it clean enough. You had to clean the sand. People kept littering! And the sand got tracked into her inn

Silveran was happy. But Erin Solstice prowled around, actually growling at anyone who dared to annoy her, and those with dubious permits of entry because they werent actually her friends kept a low profile.

Here was the thing. Erin was different from Larracel the Haven. She had an oddly bad personality as an [Innkeeper]which was her dislike of sharing her most private, magical experiences with anyone but her friends.

The beach had been meant for the Order of Solstice. It had been the definition of a private beach, and Erin resented sharing it to the public, despite the hefty business.

In that way, Kevin made the mistake of comparing her to Earth.

Erin, youre like those uptight people with their private beaches who want to close it off instead of sharing it. Its public, chill.

Her eyes flashed.

Oh, really? Then you can be the one who cleans up the couples section of the beach from last night. Silverstache, give him a rake. No gloves.

No, wait, waitwait

He vanished through a door that opened under his feet with a shout, and several guests stared at that.

She was gettingvery adept with her inn. Imagine how she could use that in a fight.

Imagine the fight. If Erin was behind Larracel for the ability to be, well, less personal and more commercial, to be a host regardless of how well she knew someone, she was ahead of even Larracel the Haven, a Named-rank adventurer, in one area.

And that was her ability to war. That was her ability to get ones blood pumping and call forth the consequences.

She had a way with words. Not in the fancy way of Calanferian prose, but a directness that made blood race and spike.

You are invited to the fight of your life.

It was the feeling like when she had ordered the Knights of Solstice to take on Elia Arcsinger. It wasa hum in the air. Like Zeladona unsheathing her sword. The feeling of distant thunder rolling, a storm brewing.

It was why some of her guests just couldnt quit on her. Like Chaldion of Pallass.

He couldnt sit still. He felt his age, in every line of his body, as he paced, because he wanted to be young.

Four decades younger! If only! He was panting from just walking around. But he was giving orders nonstop.

6th to 8th Armies are no good. Were out of position for all but three. My disposition is this: 1st Army will reinforce the citys checkpoints. General Edelleins 4th Army to hold ground outside of Pallass.

Two entire armies, Grand Strategist? It might alarm some members of the city.

So?

The nervous subordinates tried to raise an objection, but the three [Generals] knew better. General Edellein was gnashing his teeth, Duln was holding his head under his arm, and the third [General], Shirka, was silent.

They were the ones closest to Pallass at any given hour, and the commanders of the 1st, 3rd, and 4th Army had been summoned to an emergency meeting by the Grand Strategist this morning.

Grand Strategist. Are you certain this intelligence is accurate? And are we really going to

Help Liscor? Those bastards that minced us up at the Trial of Blades?

Edellein broke over Duln, his voice terse with anger. But Chaldion just glanced at him and snorted.

Youre not going, and I cannot march an army to Liscor even if I wanted to. Erin Solstice will have to be satisfied with a fraction. General Shirka, you have roughly two weeks to get into position.

That was all the time until the end of the month. Less, really, but Shirka gave him a lazy salute.

Via door?

Its four hundred miles. I still want to visit that beach, and I have no intention of alarming anyoneyet. March. Duln, Edellein, I want supplementary battalions. Contribute six thousand each to Shirkas force. She will appear with only a thousand, the rest to deploy in the High Passes.

This is insane.

Edellein didnt just mean how many [Soldiers] were coming. Camping in the High Passes was dangerous. Even if they just bunkered down close by to Liscorthe cost of this was high! And for what?

But Chaldion was still giving orders.

Shirka will assess the inn today and deliver me a request for any supplies. We can adjust via the door. Now. Send a Class II order to Manus. Theyre too far, so tell them I want [Wyvern Riders].

He was going insane. His staff were looking at each other. All this because an [Innkeeper] gave him an invitation?

Chaldion knew they were asking themselves if hed gone senile again. But he had looked Erin in the eyes, and if anything, he wondered if he was under preparing.

She had meant it. She had never asked him for his armies, not like this. Begged, yes, not asked. Never summoned, nay, invited like this. Challenged. All without thinking of the price? Erin had been famously uncooperative in owing him any favors.

And she had said the fight of his life. He hoped, in some twisted part of him, that she wasnt exaggerating. He was not the only one shed extended the invitation to either. The adventurers and individual warriors could make their choices. But Chaldion thought at least one far-flung friend could make a move.

Niers Astoragon was just sighing at his table. He could sit still, but he looked so morose as he put his feet up that even the person he was talking to didnt upbraid the sad Fraerling.

I just cant get there in time. Even if I abandoned the entire push across BalerosI can throw Skills, but as we saw, someone can nullify that. Ideally, if I had months of prepwell, Id like eight.

Eight.Pray tell, why eight?

Fetohep of Khelt slowly took a drink from his cup. The Titan and King of Khelt had never really exchanged words before this. Right now? There was some civility to be had, and Foliana was dying to ask Fetohep about his favorite food. But the sad Fraerling just flicked his fingers up.

One. I send a force to Liscor via my new [Castling] Skill. Then I swap them out to Khelt to reinforceits a four-month cooldown on my Skill. We bury them, and then Im ready for my own play.

Ah. Naturally. Though your Skill presumes command over my forces, Titan.

Niers flashed Fetohep a smile, and his eyes were alight when he pushed his hat up. He was not sitting still, for all he was sittingstill.

Perhaps not yours, Your Majesty. But if you were to sell the Forgotten Wing company a royal division of your finest warriors

Hrmph. A ploy that would cost Eternal Khelt its finest undead. Very well. That may be an option, though I would trust to your company in this case. A rare failure of Khelts abilities.

Fetohep acknowledged the idea with a nod, which surprised Niers. He would have assumed Fetohep would demand to do the trade anyways, on the basis that his forces were better.

Perhaps the lack of Skills was that telling. Niers pulled up a sheaf of paper.

Here is my full kill-team roster. Depending on the situation, I would prefer to send only a hundred or so and hope my Skill doesnt take long to come off cooldown. If need beI will send a full army.

The laws of equivalent exchange demand there be as many soldiers there as you exchange. Which forces would you trade? I have but six [Spies] who have been ridding Erin Solstice of pests. At least one has indicated a willingness to do battle, but I have been vetting local mercenaries and adventurers.

Fetohep was displeased at his inability, but Niers lifted a hand.

Chaldion of Pallass has agreed to drag enough chaff close to Liscor and hide them in the mountain range. Hes happy enough to have a Drake force in Baleros if it comes to that.

This could upset world politics, if an entire army of Drakes traded places with Balerosian mercenaries. Fetohep nodded as he consulted the document.

My understanding of the foe indicates ranged superiority is preferable to hand-to-hand combat. Superior artifacts. Fraerlings?

It answers both your requests, Your Majesty.

One shall hope that it is enough for the foe. I cannot speak to anysix. However, I have faced Seamwalkers. Let us discuss, then, the possibility of one emerging outside Liscor.

A Seamwalker popping out of the air. Niers heart hurt as he imagined it. Oh, and the carnage, and he had to safeguard Mrsha and the others.

But it called to him. That day. He and Fetohep were distracting themselves, really. Wishing they could be there. Conceivably, they could if they dropped all their responsibilities, butno. They were both too aware of their duties.

For a second, the Fraerling and Revenant locked gazes, and a golden flash and mortal eyes met.

Great war. Niers had to know what it was like. And he felt drawn to Erin Solstice more and more, like a fly to the sweetest honey. It was coming, but for the rest of this long month, all the people that Erin had warned had to justwait.

Wait and prepare. She had given them advance notice. Niers tried so hard, but he couldnt help it.

He was definitely smiling.

Erin Solstice didnt smile when she thought of what was coming. She grew tired and sad and frightened.

The beach was the transient, the temporary relief from winters cold. It was here because the Winter Solstice was here, like a balancing act.

If she was stressed and taking it out on people as her beach was cleaned this morning, wellthat was mostly because Erin was mad about the poo in the water. She knew that some of the people at the beach had brought actual babies.

But still.

Come on.

Maybe I should just restrict access to the beach to only friends, real friends of the inn. Thatd solve everything. Even if Pelt brings over the smiths, wed have plenty of room unless everyone is there.

Erin was spitballing the idea to her staff. Yelroan coughed as he tapped Erin on the shoulder.

We could do that, Erin. Let me present you with a number. And this is the other number.

Hubwab. Isis that gold?

The [Innkeeper] stared at the first underlined number. Yelroan gave her a smile. Then he tapped the other number, which had a negative sign next to it.

Thats if we keep the door running and charge premium day-tickets and keep selling as we have. And this one is if we dont.

Whys it negative? Oh, all the free food to the [Knights] and stuff. Alright. Beach stays open!

Erin Solstice swiveled around with a huge, fake smile on her face. Then she sighed again.

Is Lord Whatshisface coming?

Lord Veltras? No ones seen him today. But his sons are here.

Well, Ill look forwards to that.

Erin grumped around her inn, then had a thought. She was most happy when her friends came to enjoy the inn, like Hexel, who had told her it reminded him of home, almost with tears in his eyes. Or his Lizardfolk assistants.

OrErin was thinking of all the people she knew who had attended. Most had come, even Grev, just upon hearing of what was happening.

I saw Pawn, Im corresponding with Anand, and Olesm claims hes busy, the beach-hating guy, Horns are in the Great Plains, even Halrac was there getting buried in the sandI think thats almost everyone. Even Captain Z herself is coming today.

Captain Zevara jumped as Erin pointed over her shoulder without looking around. Several Drakes had made it today, and Desk-Sergeant Kel, Watch Captain Venim and his daughter, Zevara, and even Embria were waiting to be first into the beach.

Zevara was trying to play it very cool. She was justinspecting the beach. Which was why she already had on a one-piece swimming suit shed bought with her money and one of the Hedault beach tubes around her midsection. But she was watching out for rogue bicycles in this inn and keeping her tail well off the ground.

Thats almost everyone, Erin?

Lyonette herself looked ready for fun as she walked over, but perhaps that was because she was going to be with Pryde and Bethal, who had apparently been so taken with the sand castles of yesterday that their plan was to build a real castle. Grimalkin, Thomast, and all the [Knights] had been assigned to the project.

What the [Princess] and [Ladies] didnt seem to realize was that their project was under threat. A scheming Nanette, Mrsha, Relc, and various anarchists were plotting their own projectbuilding siege-ladders and sapping the walls when they went up. Even Tesy.

See, if I paint some sand, here, and you all help pack it into the wall, when I dissolve the Skillthe walls come down.

Then we storm the gates!

No, Mrsha, we storm the breach.

Nanette corrected her, and Relc rubbed his claws together happily.

Right. Can we storm both? Also, hot dogs for lunch? If we put in our order, well get to the front of the queue, Calescent said.

I would prefer a more seafood-like dish. Some lobster would be better.

Lobsters sit-down food, Klbkch.

Should we not be seated on our getaway raft at sea, dining upon the tears of our enemies? This is how it is done, Relc. According to the book on piracy I checked out yesterday. I have been doing my research. I recommend we skip the rapine, though.

Klbkch was actually part of the silliness. If he had to be at the beach, and he definitely had to, he regarded this as good practice for the Walled Cities. He decided it was time to give everyone a speech.

Actually, gathered associates, this reminds me of my own past, where the True Antinium and I once stormed a very similar structure underground. It was held by what I now know to be Golems, and the fortifications shot laser-beams at anything that moved. Sapping was ineffective on the rock, so we advanced under

Boring! Lets go prepare ammunition! Mudballs!

Ekirra slammed his paws on the table, and Klbkch trailed off as everyone ran towards the beach, only to be told it was being cleaned for another half-hour.

Klb, Relc, kidsErin counted, then she realized who was missing. She turned swiftly to Rosencrantz, her Antinium staff-leader.

Wait a second. I know whos missing! Rosencrantz, almost all the Painted Antinium and friends are herebut wheres Garry?

The [Adjunct Manager] turned around as Peggy, the [Floor Boss], perked up her ears. Erin grew excited as she realized Garry hadnt been here.

Hed love it! The food, the beachmaybe not the water.

Has no one told him in his shop?

I believe he would have heard via the Hive, Miss Erin. But perhaps not. I could go and check on him?

Yeah, do that!

Garry. Erin would give him the card and tell himstay away. Her stomach hurt a second, and then she smiled. Shed have a day with him, Pebblesnatchheck, maybe even the return of the cookoff!

It was a brilliant idea, and it lasted until midday when Erin, after a busy morning of letting people in and making sure everything was running, realized that Garry hadnt yet arrived.

Thered been even more busybodies with her special tickets she used to differentiate who was admitted and who wasnt. Lots of forgeries, and Mrsha was grumpily helping fabricate more ways to stay ahead of [Forgers].

Hey, Rosencrantz, wheres Garry?

She caught the Antinium as he scuttled by with a platter of drinks. Almost as if he were trying to avoid her. Rosencrantz gave Peggy a helpless look, then he lied.

Garry? He is well. Very good. He is just too busy to attend.

What?

Erin could tell Rosencrantz was lying. His antennae waved together wildly when he did, and he stared nervously at someone giving Erin a very worried look.

NamelyWatch Captain Zevara. She had stopped her beach escapades, and Erin felt the hair on her neck rising.

Rosencrantzwheres Garry? Dont lie.

The Worker hesitated. But faced with Zevaras warning glare and Erin Solsticehe chose the less-scary option.

U-um. Garry is in jail. Just for a day! He has paid off his fine, and he is not hurt. Just in trouble.

Erin stared at Rosencrantz for a second. Then she exhaled, smiled, and patted him on the shoulder.

Oh, okay. Thats fine.

The Antinium flinched, but then Erin turned and walked off, whistling. Zevara stared at Erins back, tensed, and then at the Antinium, who looked just as bewildered. But Erin just walked into the kitchen.

Hey, Calescent, we might not have that cookoff today. Can we bring out those skewers again?

Aw. Okay.

Erin vanished without causing a scene for a few minutes. Zevara hesitated. Was she really?

Erin kicked the door to the kitchen open with a shout. She emerged from the kitchen with a knife and frying pan in each hand. She waved them overhead.

Zevara! Why is Garry in jail? Numbtongue, get your sword! Get the acid jars! Riot, riooooot

Peggy had to tackle Erin as she ran across the common room of the inn, shouting. Zevara leapt to her feet and began to bark explanations at Erin.

But how had they gotten here? That was the real question.

The morning had begun differently for other people. Far more placidly, really.

She has a beach? I did not hear of this! But then, I slept in my store the last two days. So this is why everyone was asking if I had time off.

Garry nearly dropped some raisin bread he was pulling out of the oven when Rosencrantz came by. He smiled hugely.

This is good. I must go and join in! If everyone else isI will just open my shop to serve my regulars, then go. Please tell Erin I am going. Lastly, Rosencrantz, what is a beach?

The Antinium explained, and Garry nodded happily.

Sand? Warm sun. Water. I understand that I have no idea what it is. But it is pleasant?

Very. Everyone is happy, except about the poo in the water. It will open in twenty minutes. Oh! Oh! You are allowed in, of course, Garry. But take these.

Rosencrantz produced a sheaf of beautiful cards with delicate handwriting that Garry recognized was Mrshas, and they even had little pawprint stamps.

They are very specialand slightly magical, so do not lose them.

This one says, you are allowed into The Wandering Inns beach for a dayand has rules. Oh, are they entry permits?

Yes. It is very hard to get them, but if you have any friends, you may give it to them. How many do you need?

Garry was counting.

May I have fifteen, please?

Fifteen?

Rosencrantz was surprised. Garry was worried.

If it is too many, I can have less.

No, Erin does not care. But how many people are you bringing?

My regulars. Hello, Comrei! Look what I have! And your regular order!

The hot raisin bread was being wrapped on the counter, and he waved excitedly at a little Gnoll who was racing over with a big smile on her face.

Baker Garry, what is this? Are you sure?

The instant the Gnoll girl saw the card, her eyes turned round. Garry, smiling hugely, put the card in a basket. Then put another one in as he remembered.

Your mother will also need one. Here. The beach is open all day, and I am going to close my store after all my regular deliveries are done.

That was all the people who relied on his bakery selling his cheap products. Garrys ovens were happily piping away, and he turned to Rosencrantz.

I will take fifteenoh, can my assistants also have two?

They are the Flying Antinium, right?

Yes. Pisca and Runel. I am sure they would also like to attend, if that is acceptable?

The Flying Antinium wereoddeven for regular Antinium. But Rosencrantz reasoned that Erin would absolutely let them come.

They may need to wait a tiny bit if there are excitable Humans or other guests around, but Erin is sure to let them in. And there are quieter hours, especially at night.

That is very fine, Rosencrantz. They only get off work serving the Free Queen at night. Thank you for the cards. Should I bring some food? Is food a beach thing?

Rosencrantz had to smile at that. His mandibles rose as he gestured excitedly.

It is absolutely a beach thing. In fact, in fact! C-can you make some buns for us?

Buns?

Garry was puzzled, but he was the only Antinium baker capable of rendering wheat into a product that other Antinium could eat without digestive problems. Rosencrantz was almost drooling as he nodded.

Yes. There are hot-dogs and hamburgers, but we can only eat them without buns. But if you brought enough for the Antinium, you would be very popular.

I shall do this. It will only take me a little bit to make up the dough and bake it. I will see you soon!

Excitedly, Garry hurried around his shop and chattered away to Comrei, who was hefting the basket and waiting for him to put little cookies shaped like Gnolls in there for her.

By now, Garry knew Comrei and her hardworking mother, Hisnis, the street-kid Drake, Miss Biscale, who had all kinds of traditional Liscorian recipes, and his other regulars.

The number of them was growing. Many people were not regularsyet. They didnt like Antinium, and told him so, or were wary of his bug-related foods, which he was really making less of.

But more and more had come by to buy the things Garry sold for a single copper. Word of mouth was spreading, and Garry should have been creating such a huge net-loss that even the Free Queen would object.

However, he wasnt. Garry was a Level 36 [Baker of Presents, Gifted Chef] now, and the Free Queen was so happy at how fast he was levelling that she had doubled his budget.

But he was in the black these days because of his new Skill.

[My Pantry Overflowed With My Deeds].

Every morning, Garry would wake up and check the stores inventory, and sometimes he would find things in there that he could buy in Liscor at a local [Butcher]s, like a cured ham. Other times, hed find a prickly fruit with semi-sour flesh inside that Imani called a pineapple. Shed shared recipes with him and then proceeded to dice up a number of pineapple slices onto a pizza, which she served Kevin.

That was, apparently, a prank and made Kevin very angry and happy.

Cornucopia Skills were exceptionally rare, but Garrys class was arguably the rarest of all the Antinium aside from Pawn. Also! He was working on his latest Skill.

Not [A Magical Gift].

He only got one of those per week. Every week, Garry would think of someone who needed help, like Miss Biscale, and a gift would appear in his store with her name on it, wrapped in bright wrapping paper that vanished when the gift was torn open by its recipient.

Garry never knew what was inside. It was always a little gift, something the person wanted.

Like a cream that took away the pain in Miss Biscales side or a pair of shoes for Hisnis.

These were the things that made Garry happy. He had levelled twice already since the Santa-Christmas, and he still wore the red hat when he felt extra-happy or wanted to cheer someone up.

This felt right. His class and Skills all felt like what Garry should be doing. And Erins tickets were just the thing for the cold today.

These tickets will let you into Miss Erins garden.

Garrys loud, cheerful voice made a Drake stomping past the Antinium street and the entrance to their Hive look over. Comreis eyes were round, and her tail was wagging.

R-really? Can I have them, Mister Garry?

Yes, and I will see you later today, as soon as I bake up enough hot buns. Tell your mother it would be good to take the day off too. Oh, but do not lose them. I only have enough for the other regulars, and they are valuable, apparently.

Comrei hugged Garry as he bent over, throwing her arms around his neck.

Thank you, Mister Garry! Youre too nice!

No, I am not nice enough. There is no limit I have observed.

She shook her head, sniffing, then ran off with the basket, clutching it tightly in the snow.

Do not fall!

Garry went back to work, humming, but stopped as someone rapped urgently on his counter.

Excuse me. Did I hear you have tickets? To the beach?

The Drake was unfamiliar to Garry, and the Antinium saw he was cold, miserable, but considerably more upscale in wealth than many of Garrys clients. His boots were shiny with tar, and he had a heating stone glowing in his jackets lapel, an indulgence.

That is right, sir, but they are not for sale. Can I interest you in some baked goods? I have cookies.

That was his best normal product. The Drake glanced once at them and wrinkled his nose.

People buy from this place?

That is right, sir. These are only one silver per bag. Very cheap compared to other places in the city.

The Drakes brows rose. A silver per bag of small sugar cookies was cheap. And Garry had just doubled its normal rate because he didnt like the Drake and the potential customer could definitely buy them.

I dontfine, one bag. And the ticket. Ill pay you a gold coin for it.

I am sorry, sir. That is not for sale. I am keeping them for my clients.

The Drake hissed.

Come on! You have to queue for a chance at them in the inn! Fine, Ill pay double the rate after the resellers. Four gold coins!

Four? I am sorry, sir, but I would not have enough if I did that.

Garry doubted Erin sold these tickets for even two gold coins. It seemed that her fairly private beach was so hard to get into, people were reselling the tickets? But he shook his head because he didnt need it.

The Drake bothered him for the next half-hour as Garry handed out the tickets and his regulars their food. But he eventually stormed off, and Garry began packing up his hot dog buns and hamburger bread for the beach. He was happy, and once they were in his bag of holding, he closed his shop for the day.

He couldnt wait to see this beach. Garry hurried up to the inn, but waited by the magical door that connected the inn to Liscor.

It was very snowy, and he, for one, didnt fancy trudging through the wet snow. Plus, he had told all his regulars to come by and meet him so they could be introduced to Erin together.

It was just eleven oclock when Garry saw a huge line of people gathered around the door in Shivertail Plaza. However, there was a distinction of three kinds between them.

The first group were travellers, going to other cities. The second were people headed for the beach, like Jeiss and his family. Garry waved at them as he looked around for his regularsand noted the large, unhappy third group.

Come on, let us in, Liska! Were friends!

A Drake was whining to the open door, and Liskas voice snapped back.

Shut it. Im working. Only people with tickets go through! Im not wasting mana turning you lot away! Thank you, thank youthats a forgery. Get out!

A Drake got kicked out of line, and he cried out.

But Im a Councilmember!

Nor will I look Chaldion of Pallass in the eyes and join hands with him. I can agree on that, Lord Xitegen.

Wonderful! For me, not Miss Ryoka. Shall we have lunch too? I could do with some. You can tell Miss Solstice that, Ryoka. I can even be pleasant and a guest, if needs must, but I will eat nothing that Goblin of hers cooks. I hope she will never regret taking one in under her roof. But I believe she will.

Ryoka Griffin was sitting at a table with Xitegen and Tyrion, the reasonable men.

Cant you acknowledge their basichumanity? That they can think, reason, and are a people?

Xitegen stared upwards thoughtfully.

I canin the way I look at the Bloodfeast Raiders, or Ogres, and acknowledge they have society and will and intelligence. To do otherwise would make me undervalue their danger.

Theyre not the same.

The [Lord] leaned over the table earnestly and never looked away.

Miss Griffin, they killed my entire family under siege and decimated the north. Have you ever met someone that you would see dead, truly, utterly, without remorse or hesitation? Their entire people are that to me. Lord Veltras has no less cause for Drakes. I can let individuals sail on byif I must. But when a Goblin Lord or Goblin King appears, I will see it dead. A Terlands word on it.

He sat back, and Ryoka realized Tyrion was very quiet. The [Lord] was, in factthinking.

Xitegen was actually leaving out the fact that he had met a few Goblins and hadnt tried to murder them straight off. Which was, to Erin and Ryoka, not good, but to Tyrion, it was rather like him having Selys over for dinner.

This was such a departure for us that it is more change than we are willing to admit. Xitegen was actually denying that hed shifted at all, but Tyrion was wondering.

I do, truly, hate the Walled City of Manus for what theyve done. But individual versus a wholethat argument makes me uncomfortable. If all of House Veltras is not defined by me, then Goblins

But theyre Goblins.

Drakes are not all one people. Liscor is not the Walled Cities. Do I truly wish Liscor gone?

Not particularly. They have not wronged me in any way I can think.

It occurred to him, then, as he sat and heard Ryoka growing increasingly loud as she argued.

I nearly wiped them all out.

Hed been thinking more of the Antinium as a threat and Liscor as a beachhead. And as he had told Lord Yitton, he had planned on sparing civilians. But a siege of a city was never without casualty.

Tyrion grew uncomfortable suddenly. He was at war with an entire species. It had ever been this way; they had sabotaged areas of the north, like in Riverfarm where theyd burnt people to death or killed Graltons dogs.

War made monsters out of everyone. But stillTyrion was glad when Xitegen raised his voice.

Not to mention the Antinium. Magnolia Reinhart is right about them, Miss Ryoka. I was shocked when I saw the Free Queen in Liscor and this Seventh Hiveam I to ally with them, too? If something, quote unquote, is coming at the Winter Solstice, by all means, seek my aid. But in Invrisil. The north shall rally if Veltras calls, but not Liscor. Why must we, enemies, join hands?

He was entirely reasonable. Tyrion was entirely reasonable. Even if he felt guiltit was acceptable, realistic, and justified. If he had taken Liscor, he would put the dead on his conscience and weigh pragmatism against morality in war. As he had ever done. It was just

Ryoka Griffin snapped as Tyrion felt like he was at the dawn of something in his head. She slammed her hands down on the table, and Xitegen jerked and the Golem servants moved forwardsbut halted as he raised a hand. She screamed at Xitegen, then Tyrion.

Why do we have to kill each other? Why do youwhy do you have to be so damn stubborn? Now? Were all going to die even if we stand together, and youand I

She turned dead white, started shaking, and, to Tyrions alarm, had tears in her eyes. Xitegen had recoiled, but now he looked alarmed.

All going toMiss Ryoka, whats wrong?

Ryoka?

The normally steady Courier was on the verge ofno, she was having a panic attack. Was ithonesty, the change in Ryoka, or just the coming Winter Solstice that let her show it?

A Ryoka explosion was usually within and came out in anger or something else. This timeit was like Ryoka throwing open the gasket before it blew, and it came out as tears and fear andshe looked Xitegen in the eyes, and at Tyrion.

Theyre coming for us. Pallass armies? The Free Antinium? Youre all mad. An army of the fae couldnt stop them in the oldest of wars. Elves and Dwarves and Gnomes couldnt stop them. And here we are, fighting? I dont want Erin to die. I dont want to see more friends die. Im afafraid of the Winter Solstice. Erins holding it together, but I cant. Not anymore! Why cant you just

She burst into tears. For the first time, Tyrion saw Ryoka just weep. He sat there, stunned.

It was Lord Xitegen who began patting her arm.

There, there. Did you just sayhey, get her a handkerchief, and someone get something bracing. Mayhaps I was too harsh.

Shut up. You dont get it. They tore apart the lands of the dead. They ate Zeladona, dont you see? Theyre coming on the Winter Solstice, and theyve eaten your ancestors. What chance do we have?

Then Tyrion and Xitegen felt a real chill, and Ryoka, quaking with fear, didnt realize that she had said the one thing that struck a chord with the two men bound by tradition and heritage and

Would you kindly explain a bit more about what Im invited to?

Lord Xitegen slowly picked up Tyrions card, and nowhe was focused. Ryoka gulped hard as, outside the private dining room, a figure stood and stared blankly at a wall.

He had never thought that Ryoka Griffin would break down in fear like that. But thenshe had seen something. He had seen something, and that coil of fearbecame something like embarrassment in his heart.

Grudges aside. Even his beloved dead companions aside.

Rhissy muttered to himself as he slowly sank into the floorboards.

They did it to Fithea. And to Dioname, in part. A good point. Why quibble over who to ally with? Kneecap your biggest enemies first. Then everyone else.

He suddenly had a call to make.

So that was how Tyrion Veltras got to The Wandering Inn. He got a dirty look from the door-Gnoll, Liska, but didnt celebrate his victory over her at last.

Ryoka was worn out from her admitting her great fears, and Xitegen had rushed off. He and Tyrion had taken her seriously, and Tyrion had told Ullim to pull a lot more [Soldiers] south.

Ryoka was right. He hated his foes, but if he considered protecting her or defeating a shared enemyTyrion could at least appreciate a good flanking maneuver.

He wished Pellmia were here to make sense of his feelings and talk to him. The old [Lord] had confessed that he thought Goblins had spared his son and that he himself was no longer the war hawk who had ridden onto the battlefield without more thought than victory.

Surely, his old friend would applaud Tyrion getting into the flirting stage with Ryoka. This long war had turned into a swift engagement, and hed nearly been pitted on the pikes when hed brought up the long lances and risked a straight charge into them. In hindsight, he should have flanked with honesty from the start, but hed won a bloody engagement that healing potions were mitigating.

That was how Tyrion thought of romance, incidentally. But he had more thoughts spinning in his head as he looked into the beach.

Just looked. Erin Solstice was ignoring him very deliberately, and the [Chef] in the kitchen was glaring at him. Tyrion didnt reach for his sword despite the Hob being at his back with a kitchen knife.

Who do I hate more? Goblins, Antinium, or Drakes? Lets see. Drakes.

How surprising. Goblins had killed members of his family, friends, and rampaged across Izrils north under their Goblin King. But Tyrion almost regarded them as a foreign army under their own leader. The madness of Goblin Kings was documented.

It was easier to say that the Drakes had taken the one woman he had ever loved with all his heart and married, Salva, away. They had done it with an assassin, and thatthat had broken him more, delivered more hatred into his heart, than even the Goblins.

The Antinium were a distant third place to the other two. They were just an unknown group of quasi-monsters that Tyrion had actually been glad of, one that had done great damage to the Drakes.

A possible, inevitable enemy. His father had ridden against them, but Tyrion was surprised to realize that his hatred was not one level for all species.

Second, now. Could he tolerate a single member of the species? Tyrion thought of Selys Shivertail. She was the niece of Zel Shivertail, a Drake he had actually respected for his acumen in battle and apparent honor.

Hestill did not like Drakes. He felt a rush of actual dislike when he so much as stared at them passing into the beach.

And they gave him similar looks. Another odd thing he had never noticed. Tyrion tried.

Lets see. One Drake in this entire world I could stand. Or one Goblin.

He didnt know any Goblins. The [Chef], the one who had stopped his lance-chargeperhaps he could respect bravery, but he didnt know them, so the road to any reconciliation that Ryoka wanted seemed far.

Same with Drakes. He knew them not. He disliked them all. He had seen Jasi perform on stage, so maybe that was it. Neutrality at best. A non-member of the species. There was none that had ever done him a favor, aside from a rare Courier or something. No one that he resp

Saliss of Lights.

Hmm.

Tyrion paced back and forth. Saliss of Lights was the most dangerous [Alchemist] in the world. He was an agent of Pallass, a nudist, andhe had saved Tyrions sons.

He hadnt had to do that.

Tyrion hated Drakes. But honor told him that Saliss had saved his children. Duty was gratitude. But for Saliss of Lights, Tyrions sons might be dead. In fact, he had mixed up their antidote.

Is it possiblethat I have been ungrateful?

Ishkr stared at Tyrion as the Gnoll fetched more drinks from behind the bar. Tyrion went back to pacing, harder.

He did not want to be grateful. He absolutely had not been. That made one Drake in this entire world that he owed a rightful debt to, that he should be

Im being unreasonable. I am being inconsistent with my values, like a child. Whats wrong with me?

His head hurt after all the pacing, so Tyrion just stared into the beach-garden and felt another emotion assail him when he saw his sons.

They were playing in the garden, trying to dig away at a huge, just ginormous sand-castle defended by Lady Bethal, Lady Pryde, Princess Lyonette, and [Knights] as a determined group of anti-royalists was trying to bring it down.

It lookedlike fun, actually. The shrieking [Ladies] were dumping buckets of water and sand on the attackers, and Sammial and Hethon were there.

Tyrion was worried the moment he heard Sammials voice, and he was prepared to hear his son insulting someone or using his aura or justcausing a fuss.

When he saw Sammial passing a mudball to Mrsha, who passed it to a Gnoll boy who tossed it at the [Ladies] and hit Lyonette in the facehe was amazed.

He was doubly amazed to see shy Hethon making the ammunition with a witch girl, arguing about whether or not seashells or rocks constituted a war crime. Then he heard a shout.

Grimalkin! Use the final weapon!

A sighing Sinew Magus pointed a claw over the side of the sand battlements.

Reduce spell. [Sand Avalanche].

An outpouring of sand rolled downwards, and the screaming children fell in disarray. Relc, raising his fists, punching at the gates, roared.

Dont give in! Weve nearly got them! Dontoh, shit.

A wave of sand washed him out to sea. The children immediately screamed the adults were cheating because they were using magic! The adults sneered back and never noticed Tesy sneaking around the back, having drawn a postern gate into the sand walls.

Saliss of Lights was going inand he had stink bombs.

That wasnt what Lord Tyrion was focused on. He was juststaring at Sammial.

Sammial, who was furious at being knocked into the surf, charged out. But a boy cried out to him.

Help! Help! Dont go, help me!

Ekirra was buried up to his face, and Sammial turned and began tugging him out.

Dont give me orders! Im a [Lord]!

He snapped at Ekirra, flushed with adrenaline. Tyrion stirred. That was classic Sammy, and he almost stepped into the garden to say somethingbut the Gnoll just spat sand out of his mouth.

Yeah? WellIm the Lead Striker on the Little Crabs team! Ekirra!

Whwhats that? Does it out rank a [Lord]?

Sammy was curious. Ekirra scratched at his head.

I dunno, but I give the orders when we play soccer if the coach isnt shouting them! SoI bet I outrank you! Wanna be friends? Lets go stink-bomb them!

Sammial Veltras hesitated, and then he screwed up his face, stared at the naked Drake waving at them as the adults celebrated, and smiled.

Sure! Ill let you do that.

And he ran off. Lord Tyrion stood there, open-mouthed.

Had Sammial just made a friend? Or at leasthad an interaction with another boy his age that didnt end with one in tears?

Was this the power of the beach? Then he put a hand to his chest because he felt something, then. And it was calledfear.

Fear. It came in the instant Tyrion looked at his sons playing and wished for them to have another week here.

It came as he wondered how bad this Winter Solstice was going to be, and he suddenly understood Ryokas tears. Worse, it was not just a fathers fear for his sons. In a moment, Tyrion looked at the boy called Ekirra, who ran screaming out of the castle.

You thought you had us? Take this!

Bethal hurled a stinkbomb back at the screaming children, and the attackers looked up in horror.

We were betrayed? Who gave the plan away?

The castle-holders had turned the uprising against itself! Every war had a traitor, and one, the obvious one, really, appeared on the battlements as her companions screamed in wrath up at her. Mrsha shook a fist up atVisma. But the Drake girl had a doll, and she was literally on top of a castle.

In that moment, Ekirra, in a last-ditch ploy, saw something Sammial had made. He took a breaththen kicked the mudball that Sammial had placed down.

The [Kicker]s shot flew up, missed Bethal, hit Lady Pryde in the face, and took her down. Then the siege resumed.

In that moment, Tyrion felt, suddenly, a reasonable mans desire that Sammials Gnoll friend, that boy, should not die. Not now, not ever. That little boy was laughing and high-fiving Sammial before fleeing the wrath of Prydeand Tyrion looked at the other children.

Not this Winter Solstice. Nor war.

Would they have died when he rained boulders into Liscor? Would these coming days lead to destruction? Sammial and Hethon had been through enough.

Let it continue. Let this stay without changing, a moment of forever. Please. But he had no power to make it happen. Not even the [Innkeeper] could hold that precious moment on the beach.

Conflicted, torn, Tyrion had to leave his observation of the beach. Reality was still the same. He did not, would not change for watching someone nail Lady Pryde in the face with a mudball, however objectively hilarious that was.

He was still a [Lord] of House Veltras. He still was Tyrion Veltras. Salva was still dead.

But perhaps that was why he ended up pacing the hallway of The Wandering Inn, ignoring the passersby. That was doubtless why he saw the strange Antinium arguing about the tickets. Then Tyrion saw the miserable girl trying not to cry in the snow. And it occurred to him that that was unfair.

He was wavering about offering to pay for the girls tickets or not getting involved with an Antinium when Garry hit the Drake. Tyrion didnt move for that, though part of him approved of the violence, if not the resulting brawl.

He moved when he saw someone running over with a hammer to bash the Antiniums brains in. It was unconscious, a younger mans leaping into action. It was just a thought ofnot him.

The lone Antinium whose position that Tyrion could respect did not die from a blow to the back of the head. Unfortunately, the moment they saw Tyrion and Garry fighting, half of Liscor went for them. Tyrion, to his amazement, found himself punching and parrying wild swings as his [Guards] ran into the fighting, along with Jeiss and the Watch, and Garry was fighting left and right until a Watch Captain ran into it all and screamed.

Everyone, halt!

Then Lord Tyrion saw Garry turn, and the two, battered and disheveled, locked eyes. Garry stared at Tyrion with dislike and the [Lord], uncertainly.

You are Lord Tyrion Veltras. Why did you help me?

Ijust wanted to hit some fools.

Garry hesitated.

Oh. How oddly reasonable. I am Garry.

I am Lord Tyrion Veltclick.

The handcuffs closed around Tyrions wrists, and he stared at them. Garry looked down as two went over both pairs of his hands. He and Tyrion stared down as Watch Captain Zevara and five squads of [Guards] surrounded them.

Uh oh.

The enraged Erin Solstice wanted Garry freed. He had done nothing wrong!

Zevara maintained that Garry had done something wrong by choosing violence, however understandable, and that he wasnt going to be jailed overnight. In fact, Lord Veltras was so dangerous to arrest, theyd be out in hours, but they were arrested.

His people were in the jail, making sure no one tried anything, but there had to be crime and punishment or else people were above the law.

Either you are above the law, in which case I am useless, or you will respect my judgement, Erin Solstice! Dont make me arrest you, because if you break out of my jailyou will break Liscors Watch, and I will resign.

She actually talked Erin down, and the enraged [Innkeeper] finally lowered the frying pan.

Did you say you arrested Tyrion Veltras?

Her lips quirked at that as Ryoka poked her head out of the beach with a look of horror. Zevara?

Zevara looked very pleased with herself.

The bread was so hard and stale that Tyrion didnt even try it, just knocked it against the wall of his cell. Garry tried his bread; they were in the top-level cells with magical walls and Skill-destroying containment.

This is terrible bread.

Mm. Ive seen worse.

Garry stopped gnawing on the bread with his mandibles, an act that Tyrion couldnt tear his eyes away from. He waved it indignantly.

How could it be worse? It is just flour and water and mold.

It could have maggots. Ive seen worse rations in war.

Garry the [Baker], who was not the most fond of Tyrion, had begun speaking after their first twenty minutes in the boring cells. He had realized Tyrion had saved him, and there was nothing to do but talk. Jericha was sitting with her face in her hands as Ullim patted her on the shoulders down the hall.

I believe you and I are very different people, Lord Veltras. Maggots are tasty.

Tyrion shuddered and turned to one side.

The Antinium truly are a differentpeople.

Thank you. I dislike you quite a lot for sieging Liscor, but thank you.

Garry inexplicably brightened up. Tyrion turned.

Thank you for what?

Saying we are a people. Not many people do.

Oh. Well.

The two stood there for a while, then Tyrion spoke.

That girl who wanted to go to the beach and sold her ticket.

Comrei? She will go to the beach. I will make it so.

Garry was determined as he folded his arms. Tyrion turned and realized their two hours were almost up. It was a slap on the wrist, which was why hed agreed.

Good. So you bake food? I had no idea an Antinium could do that. Tell me. Do you caterdinners? My sons and family need food. I would invite you to eat with us.

Garry gave Tyrion a long, long look as Jericha and Ullim turned and stared.

I shall think on it.

Erin Solstice watched as a nervous Comrei and Garrys regulars entered the beach. She stared at Tyrion Veltras, but he was just standing in the water, knee-deep, staring at his sons, who regarded the shirtless [Lord] with the same strange look.

Man, todays weird. Im just going to ignore him. Garry, why did you start a fight?

Because it was wrong that Comrei and the others had to sell their tickets, Miss Erin. I am sorry.

Garry hung his head, then changed his mind.

No, I am not sorry, I am mad!

He stomped his foot, and Erin smiled at him.

I woulda done the same thing, probably, Garry. Butokay, well make sure they have access. And those jerks arent out of the beach because theyll bully your regulars, but theyll pay.

She cracked her knuckles, looking menacingly at the ignorant Liscorians on the beach. Erin might have been persuaded not to directly go after them, but she had put a bee in the ear of a few of the other beach-goers, and Lism had, for once, agreed to a team-up filled with petty vengeance that began with sending [Tax Collectors] to make sure all of their wealth was legitimately acquired.

However, Garry just stared at the wrath of Lism and Elirr, who was telling his cats where they lived and how much they were allowed to use that street as a litterbox, and shook his head.

Erin. I do not want that. Well, I do want that, but it means nothing.

I dunno. Cat poop means a lot to me if I step in it.

The [Baker] shook his head vehemently.

No, Erin. Thank you for helping! And being nice. But that is not what I mean! Comrei will not be helped by making that one stupid Drakes life poorer. Comrei needs more than my bread. I see it now. I seeI need something more. More than my shop. What you did for us. For me. For Pisces.

Erin looked at Garry, and they both remembered an inn that was far less grand than this one. But no less magical. She sighed and put her arm around him, hugging him hard.

Garry. You sweet thing. I feel like Ive changed, but you never forgot how it all began. Can I help?

She sniffed, and Garry hugged her back.

Yes. I will need it. But first, I will enjoy myself, then I am invited to dinner with someone you will dislike, Erin. But change is good. Please do not forget, though, that there are a lot of Comreis. They are the ones who could be another Pisces. If someone just helped. Hopefully, though, with less sniffing.

Ill try never to.

Erins eyes were overfull, and the hugging two smiled. Then someone dashed over.

Forsooth! I have heard of the issue and come to help! Garry! If you need help

Garry slapped the bag of coins out of Mrshas paws.

Meh. Not that. Thats not how it works. I think. I will think on it.

So he sat on the beach until someone banged on a pot, and Garry turned. Then someone threw something at him, and a poofy white hat struck him in the chest. He turned, wondering if he were going to have to drown someoneand a finger pointed at him.

You. Is. Challenged!

An angry, little grey Goblin with a poofy hat stood next to a huge cauldron on the beach and hit it with a ladle.

Clang, clang. And she began screaming.

Rematch! Rematch!

Tyrion Veltras turned as Garry slowly put on the hat. The champion stood up as Imani, Palt, Lasica, Calescent, and everyone else who styled themselves as a good cook slowly looked around. Erin shouted.

Thats right! Roll on up! Were having a cooking contest! And its a <Quest>! Aha. Ahahahahaha! But you have to make it with random ingredients, and you get a stupid non-cook partner!

Drassi ran for a camera. Pebblesnatch ran for a partner. Erin cackled harder when she saw the Pebblesnatch-Mrsha combo. Imani and Palt ended up competing as he chose Bezale and she grabbed Montressa.

Valeterisa, who fancied that she knew recipes, teamed up with Relc. Lasica was banned from using Rufelt, so the Drake raised an eyebrow.

If I have to choose an unskilled partnerIll take Erin. Alright, alright. Stop screaming. Ape, lets do this.

Erek ooked as Bethal and Thomast qualified on the basis that both probably sucked. Grimalkin and Pryde. Octavia and Numbtongue. Wailant and Viceria

There were a lot of contestants. Garry ran around until he realized there was only one logical choice.

Miss Erin has hidden some ingredients all over the garden. Doubtless, some are wet or others are hidden in trees or underground. I am the reigning champion, and I need a capable person who can get things. Can you cook?

Tyrion Veltras turned as his sons and Ryoka goggled at him. He hesitated as the Antinium [Baker] faced him, and he shook his head.

I can grill meat.

Perfect.

And thenand then the contest began, and if only it could last. Yet nothing lasted forever, and some stories just couldnt be told. But it went on and on.

That endless story of the beach.

Authors Note:

Wrote too much. I had a bit of fun, but Im pushingpushing probably too much.

Heres a solution: I will push on one last chapter this week, and then Im taking Sunday off. I may take Sundays off in general. Obviously, this is on my end; the chapter will probably come out on Sunday because Im editing and such, but I will do no writing on Sunday.

I have a surprising amount of non-writing work these days, and unless I turn my Wednesday day off into a work daySundays off to outline and prep may be inevitable. Ill experiment.

Well see.

Im still on the one-chapter thing. One more tomorrow. Then rest for me, then more work, then rest, and on and on.

But how long does this beach go? Are you getting sick of it? Are you enjoying this? Let me know. Im having fun. See you later!

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