Book 7: Chapter 5: First Landing

Book 7: Chapter 5: First Landing

Victor sat on the stone bench in the new travel pavilion and watched Valla speak to Alec Green about the structure. They were waiting for the other members of their delegation to First Landing, and he was trying to relax, trying not to think about having to answer questions in front of hundreds or maybe thousands of strangers. Hed opted not to wear his armor, at least not at first, and he felt comfortable in his silky gray button-up shirt and soft, slim-fitting black trousers. Valla had gotten them for him from a tailor she knewa man whod come through the portal from Gelica. He appreciated that they werent overly fancy but simply very well made from materials that were clearly a cut above what hed been wearing for most of his time on Fanwath.

His new silver-toed black boots were polished to a glossy sheen, and Lifedrinker rested comfortably behind his shoulder, held snugly by the new magical harness that matched his belt and boots. All-in-all, he felt good because he knew he looked good. Valla said that was important when you were speaking in publicto look and feel good about yourself. In all honesty, Victor knew he shouldnt be worried; he was Quinametzin, and all he had to do was relax his hold on his alter ego a little, and hed have no trouble speaking on just about any topic in front of just about anyone.

Weve built a similar structure ourselves, though weve been calling it a portal hallso far, weve only set up a portal to Persi Gables and, now, to your settlement. Olivia will undoubtedly pick up a portal stone to bring to Fainhallow next time she visits home. Alec was nodding, rubbing his chin, staring at something across the open-air structure. Victor followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at the shimmering, mirror-like portal to Gelica on the other side of the pavilion. It wasnt usually open, and Victor watched as what looked like a large family began to come through, gathering on the stone dais on this side of the portal.

Looks like more new citizens, he grunted.

Ah, yes. Alec nodded, watching as one of the yellow-robed concierge staff Rellias people had appointed hurried forward to greet the new family and guide them to the settlement registration center.

Here comes your aide, Victor. Valla pointed as Nia strode through the big archway that led toward the center of town. The former vampire thrall had changed quite a lot in the weeks since the end of the campaign, and Victor could see shed made an effort to look nice for their visit to First Landing.

Nia had exchanged her black clothing and leather for a knee-length, flowing blue dress with long sleeves trimmed in lacy blue gauze. She still wore high leather boots, which Victor thought was kind of cool, but he wondered what the locals thought of her style. Shed washed out the black oil or grease or whatever shed used to slick her hair back but still styled it in braids adorned with polished ivory charms and jewels. Victor could see shed recently scrubbed her face from the rosy, pink hue of her cheeks and the somewhat inflamed nature of her many scars.

When she approached, Nia bowed quickly and nervously, her eyes darting from Valla to Alec and then settling on Victor, reclining on the bench. Lords, Lady. Victor found it strange to see her standing beside Valla. In the old days, when hed been an average human back on Earth, he would have thought Nia was tall, imposing, and, despite her scars, quite beautiful. Beside her, though, Valla looked like a demigod coming to walk among mortals. She towered over the woman, her silvery, pale blue skin glistening in the diffuse sunlight that filtered through the trellised roof of the pavilion.

Vallas hair was delicately styled, held in tight, elegant curls with jeweled combs. She wore the silver choker Victor had given her with its carved sapphire runes. And, as if to highlight her Ordeni skin tone, she was dressed in flowing, silky, silver and blue robes that, as far as Victor was concerned, clung to her in all the right ways. He shook his head, forcing himself to quit staring at Valla, and stood up. He nodded at Nia and smiled. You look nice, Nia. Thanks for agreeing to come with us.

Of course, milord.

I know its a habit, but you dont have to address us as lords and ladies, Nia, Valla said, saving Victor from having to say the same thing for probably the twentieth time. If you take a permanent position in Victors household, you can use that honorific, but for now, were all members of a delegation to First Landing, and theres no need for such deference. Victor thought Valla was being nice, and he was sure that was her intent, but Nias face paled, and her eyes widened as she looked toward Victor.

I thought my position was permanent! She stepped past Alec, looking up to lock eyes with Victor.

Oh, I didnt . . . Valla started to say, but Victor waved his hand, chuckling.

Its just a miscommunication, Valla. Nia, of course, as long as you want to work for me and help me manage things here, Ill have plenty to keep you busy. I think Valla simply means we havent established any formal agreements.

Then, as the lord of the lands on which I serve, I will address you as such. Again, she bowed at the waist, and Victor saw a smile behind her blue eyes. He looked at Valla and shrugged slightly. She arched an eyebrow, perhaps amused by Nias persistence.

Where the hell is Borrius? Victor turned in a circle, looking at all of the entrances to the pavilion, wondering if the old general was coming from a different direction. Hed asked him to come along primarily because the man loved to hear himself talk, and Victor figured hed take some of the pressure off him in the town hall.

Im sure hell be along. Relax, Victor. Were still early. Valla moved to stand beside him, clasping his hand. Her wing brushed his shoulder, the feathers twitching and shivering against him as she shifted. Her feathers were incredible things; they almost tinkled metallically as she moved. Hed spent many a long evening with her, feeling those wings, playing with her feathers, and he knew they were incredibly resilient, though they were light as air. Valla had gotten very comfortable with her new appendages and moved so gracefully that it was hard to remember how awkward shed been at first.

Alec shook him from his reflections by asking, Is he the last member of your party? Borrius, um, what was his surname?

Valla answered him, Borrius apGandrohes a former commander of the Imperial Legion, a legate, and now a landholder and nobleman in the Free Marches. We feel hell be invaluable when it comes to explaining the dangers of having a populace controlled by more powerful Energy users. Whatever you know of the Ridonne, I can assure you, Borrius knows more. Valla pointed over Alecs shoulder. Here he comes with his aide, Lieutenant Darro. Victor exhaled a pent-up breath as he watched Borrius and Darro stride into the pavilion. Of course, they wore their military uniforms.

Well met all, the old commander said, striding up the marble path. Am I tardy?

Very interesting, Borrius said, stroking his chin. I can see the lights of airships if Im not mistaken.

Oh, yes! Weve got three cargo ships and seven warships.

No planes yet? Victor asked, remembering Alecs words from the day before.

There are some, but theyre still inferior to the airships when it comes to cargo capacity and durability. The engineers are excited about their progress, though. He started down the cobbled road. Come on, Ill show you to the inn. By the way, Im sorry we dont have a big welcoming committee here for youIssa didnt think youd appreciate that.

Issa?

Oh, Issa apRoald; shes the member of parliament whos heading up the committee that organized my appointment as ambassador to the Free Marches and your visit here. He started walking as he spoke, and they all fell in around him. They were the only people on the narrow, slightly winding road leading down from the portal hall. However, Victor could see hundreds of lights in the buildings around them and, further down the road, some sparse pedestrian traffic.

You have an Ardeni on your ruling council? Valla asked.

Ah, yes. Issas been a part of this community since near the beginning. Shes engaged to Morgan Hallwould be married, certainly, if not for his prolonged absence. Still, the people here generally love her, and she didnt have any trouble getting elected to one of the parliament seats. Shes also an impressive crafter. Shell meet you all in the inn when the suns come up.

If you dont mind me asking, Alec, and please dont take this the wrong way, but why do you think Issa thought we wouldnt like a welcoming committee? Valla wrapped her fingers around Victors elbow, walking in step with him as she spoke.

Alec looked over his shoulder and smiled, nodding toward Victor. Hmm, well, I suppose its due to Olivias correspondence. She sort of indicated that Victor, here, was reticent to visit and wouldnt enjoy a bunch of fanfare. Was she wrong?

Not at all, Victor grunted.

Excuse me, dear boy, Borrius said, quickening his stride to walk beside Alec. Ive only had a cursory briefing about why were coming here aside from meeting a community similarly in poor favor with the Ridonne, but I do have a bit of a concern itching the back of my brain.

Oh?

Yes, well, you see, Victor seemed to think that were meant to speak to a large gathering about the dangers of allowing oneself to fall behind on Energy cultivation, about the dangers of growing complacent in a universe full of powerful beings who could make their presence known on our little backwater world.

Alec nodded. Um, thats accurate, I suppose.

Well, what sort of opposition should we expect? It stands to reason that if the people here need convincing, there must be others working to shore up the opposing argument, namely that your current trajectory is the way to go. There must be some profit involved, Id think.

Ah, yeah. Alec nodded enthusiastically. I see your point, Lord Borrius. It wasnt lost on Victor that Alec was buttering the old commander up. Its not exactly profit in riches that theyre after, but there is a faction here trying to profit politically by arguing against Olivias frequent warnings and trying to marginalize those on Parliament who side with Issa.

As I thought, Borrius said, turning to Victor and winking at him in an utterly uncharacteristic move. Were being used as pawns for someones political gain. I hope the rewards will be adequate.

Ah . . . Alec seemed a little lost for words, and he glanced at Victor and Valla, then turned back to Borrius. I dont know if its exactly like that, but I wont deny that theres a faction of very good people in this settlement who will definitely benefit if you can shut some of the louder know-it-alls up.

Well, Alec, Valla chuckled, breathing in through her nose and twitching her wings as a cool breeze passed over them, You can rest assured that if theres one thing Victors good at, its shutting up know-it-alls.