The Wandering Inn

Book 5: Chapter 10: E

Book 5: Chapter 10: E

Ressa, how do you suppose an evil tyrant laughs?

I have no idea, milady.

Magnolia frowned mildly as she sat on her pink couch, nibbling at a jam tart.

Its just that Id like to be as authentic as possible. If Im truly awhat did that girl call me? A cold-hearted tyrannical bitch, I might as well enjoy myself.

As opposed to how you loathe existence in general?

Ressa stood behind Magnolia, hands calmly folded, watching her mistress snack. Magnolia smiled.

Yes, well, I imagine tyrants enjoy excess to the fullest. One would hope that a tyranny allows for such indulgences. But enough about the children from another world. If theyre alive, they can stay that way. They may return to one of my holdingsif they can conduct themselves properly around my servants, that is. Servants are not slaves, Ressa. They are not expected to fawn over adolescent children as if they were royalty. I would remind them of that.

I shall make a note. Putting aside children for now, Lady Reinhartwe have received a quick response from all the nobles you have selected for Emperor Godarts gathering in a weeks time.

Ah, yes, that.

Magnolia paused in eating her tarts and a sour expression crossed her face. She half-turned in her seat to the second [Maid] standing behind her.

Sacra, tell me. Do you think Laken Godart will refuse the invitation outright, or play along?

I can only speculate, Lady Reinhart.

Sacra, clothed and looking like a perfect [Maid], bowed her head. She was not wearing her adventurers guise or holding the mace she preferred to use in combat, but Magnolia was quite sure she could use a vase or something similar to cause quite a bit of damage. Magnolia Reinhart smiled at her. The right [Maid] for the right job was something her grandmother had always said. As Magnolia recalled, her grandmother used to employ Selphid [Assassins] and had at least one Minotaur [Butler].

Speculate away, Sacra. You have met the man in person. What was your impression?

Sacra was silent for a moment. Magnolia saw her eyes flicker as Sacra recalled her time undercover, posing as the Silver-rank adventurer known as Odveig. She had many identities. It was a shame that Odveig had been outed as a spy, but such was the cost of her work. At last Sacra nodded.

Laken Godart. He is quite intelligent and cautious. He is aware of far more than his blindness would indicate and he is willing to listen to others opinions. If he has a flaw, it is his inexperience.

As would befit someone coming from another world. If that is his identity. Go on.

I believe he would entertain the gathering simply to avoid offending so many noble families. Howeverhe might be swayed if one of his advisors objected strenuously.

Magnolia nodded.

And of those advisors he hasa former [Farmer], a [Witch], and Lady Rie Valerund.

Ressa grimaced lightly.

It would be Lady Rie who would object. She was quite opposed to your presence when you two met, Lady Magnolia.

Magnolia raised her eyebrows.

You saw that too, Ressa? She hid it well, but she quite hates me, doesnt she? Hates and fearsan unfortunate combination. However, she seems to have flocked to Emperor Godarts camp so I doubt she would sabotage him quite so easily.

It might be for the best. Her aiding him is a part of your plan, isnt it?

Ressa stared at her mistress. Magnolia nibbled another tart and nodded absently.

It is. Lady Rie is at least adept enough to know that cancelling the gathering outright is a bad move. She will undoubtedly attempt to help Emperor Laken deal with the situation. And therein lies the test.

Test?

In some ways Ressa knew Magnolia quite well, having grown up around her all her life. But where the two differed were their skillsets. Ressa was good at serving tea, managing a household full of servants, and cutting throats. Magnolia was, when you got down to it, a people person. She played political games like she ate tartsoften, and with quite a bit of expertise. She could see how events would play together where Ressa could not.

Magnolia smiled as she turned to look at her [Head Maid].

Of course. Its all a test. Lady Rie will help Laken to spite meor to curry herself favor. It doesnt matter. She will do her utmost to prepare carefully for my trap. She will be quite poisonous to our good [Emperor], I think.

How? Did you threaten her? Manipulate her with a Skill?

I didnt have to. Its simple, Ressa. Lady Rie will cause more harm than good just by being as helpful as possible. The key is whether or not Laken Godart notices this, and how he represents himself at the party. That is why Sacra is going, and Lady Bethal and Thomast as well.

To evaluate him if he fails.

Magnolia nodded.

Or if he does too well. There is more than one way to fail a test. With that saidSacra.

Yes, milady?

Sacra stepped forwards as Magnolia gently pried a ring off her middle finger. She handed it to Sacra and Ressa eyed the ring with serious misgivings. Sacra, noticing, accepted the ring very gingerly.

Im giving you this ring in case all else fails. Twist it and aim, Sacra. Its not hardjust aim at a target and ah, dont stand too close.

Magnolia, that ring could destroy

Ah! Its just in case.

Magnolia raised a finger as Sacra held the ring away from herself and looked at Ressa. The older [Maid] made a note to tell Sacra exactly what it did. She prayed no one would recognize itMagnolias wearing it was an open display of power and a threat. Sacra wearing it would be a declaration of war.

Bringing a ring like that into another nobles home was tantamount to bringing an elite [Assassin] in with youworse, since all you had to do was point the ring and wait for it to destroy half the building you were standing in.

Just in case. Worst comes to worse and all that. Either Laken Godart proves himself, or

Magnolia left it at that. Ressa nodded to Sacra and the other [Maid] edged out the door. Magnolia sighed as she hunted for another cherry tart on the tray filled with snacks. She mumbled to herself as she did, a sign of stress. Shed lost weight over the last few days with the Goblin Lords army on the march, despite her stress snacking.

The Goblin Lord is headed straight for the Great Chieftain of the Goblins. If he joins his forces with thisthis Tremborag, his army might grow strong enough to destroy major cities. You know this, Tyrion. Why are you hesitating to attack? This isnt like you. What is your plan?

He might be building his army further, waiting for the opportune moment

Tyrion? Nonsense! He has an army. Why grow it unless he intends to completely crush the Goblin Lords army without a hint of a struggle? He could already win. And this [Emperor]

Magnolia broke off, sighed, and shook her head. She looked up at Ressa.

Im tired of dancing to other peoples tunes, Ressa. Truly tired of it. Laken Godart has one chance to prove hes worthy of his class. If not Ill destroy him and his empire where it stands.

Is that wise?

Magnolia paused, a cherry tart halfway towards her mouth.

Id like to think so, Ressa. But well just wait and see, wont we? How long did I give him?

A week.

Day 89

Is it time yet?

I dont think so.

Are you sure?

I think were early. We

Emperor Godart?

I wake up with a start. For a second, the voices keep going in my head, but they grow distant and I cant recall what was spoken as I open my eyes and look around. That dream. I know it was important, but I still cant recall what was said. And now Im not going to. I sit up a bit and realize I was slumped over in my throne, dozing.

Im sorry, Wiskeria. What were you saying?

Wiskeria smiles ruefully and adjusts her pointed hat. Its late. I rub at my head and sit up straighter, although Im not in the public eye for the moment. The throne room Im sitting in is empty save for Wiskeria, Prost, and Lady Rie. Weve been discussing Magnolia Reinharts sudden invitationwell, demands, reallyall day. For a little bit Id hoped this was just a threat or trick of some kind. But apparently, Magnolia Reinhart means everything she says. This gathering is going to happen, whether I like it or not.

How many letters have we received today, Lady Rie? Seventeen?

Twenty three. That would account for almost all the nobles attendingthere are a few familiesand I believe the rest will arrive tomorrow via City Runner at the latest.

Lady Ries voice is strained from talking into the night, but she sounds far more elegant and composed than I feel. I turn my head towards where I sense Prost standing.

So thats where we are. Mister Prost, we have a small army of the local nobility descending on Riverfarm in a weeks time. They will be expecting a banquet and perhaps lodgings for the night. Its a social gathering, which means theyre coming here to appraise me and my empire. All of this is taking place at Lady Magnolias request. Lady Rie believes its a trap or a trick of some kind meant to embarrass me. Your thoughts?

I hear Prost gulp. Its an unfair question to ask him, really. He might be a [Steward] but he was a [Farmer] all his life. Still, he rises to the challenge with awkward pride in his rustic voice.

Trap or not, it seems you have little choice, your majesty. Im not expert as to the games that nobles play, but Lady Reinhart is a powerful woman. If she wants a gathering, well, why not entertain them nobles and show them as much hospitality as they like?

The problem isnt the gathering. Its what Magnolia Reinhart has planned. She might be trying to embarrass Emperor Laken, or force an incident at the banquet. Its risky, and I have no idea what she wants out of this!

Rie cuts in, her voice frustrated. Shes been explaining this all night, ever since we got the letters. I sense Wiskeria shift and look towards her.

Wiskeria?

We dont know what Magnolia Reinhart desires. But weve debated for hours about the same thing. We can either accept the invitationnot that we have a choiceor cancel the gathering.

Which will cause trouble.

I dont bother to turn my head as I sense Lady Rie nodding. Wiskeria nods as well.

In that case, what choice is there? As Mister Prost says, we must entertain the nobles.

Not as easily said as done.

Lady Rie sighs. I nod, but Wiskerias summed the matter up nicely. I clear my throat softly and all heads turn towards me.

I agree, but we have no choice in the matter, Lady Rie. The nobles are coming in a weeks time and I for one dont see the merits in debating why Magnolia Reinhart has done this any longer, or what she has planned. For now we must ready Riverfarm. Can it be done?

I have no idea. But Lady Rie nods decisively as all heads turn towards her. I wish I could make out all the details of her face with my not-sight. But I can hear the determination in her voice.

It can. It will be difficult, but I am a [Lady] of the realm and I have hosted a few small gatherings at my estate and attended larger ones. I will begin advising your majesty on preparations for the gathering at once. I realize it will be an imposition, but there is much work to be done.

Ah, of course. Food to be prepared, entertainment, and so on. Not to mentionhouses for the nobles? I suppose we could move people out or try and build a few in the week we have left.

I grimace as I think of all that well have to do. Not for the first time I find myself grateful that Lady Ries helping. I sense the woman shift and after a pause she speaks.

Yes, your majesty. But not just that. I fear that Mister Prost will have to devote all of his workers to building a reception hall at the very least. This ah, throne room is all very well for audiences with other towns and cities, but we will need a building four times as large to hold a proper banquet.

I hear Prost draw in a breath sharply and I sit up on my throne. Wiskeria mutters what sounds like a curse word. I turn my head towards Lady Rie.

Are you serious?

Day 90

I think were early. We shouldnt be here!

She was serious. As soon as I rise with odd voices bouncing around my head, its all business. I find Lady Rie already coordinating people in the center of Riverfarm by the time Durene, Gamel and I reach the village square.

Well need to clear a wide space for the banquet hall. It should be built out of the highest-quality lumber available. And furnishingsI will put in an order to Invrisil as I doubt any of the local cities will have the quality required for such an order.

Lady Rie is talking to Prost, and from the way his shoulders are tensed I can already see that theres a lot to do and not enough time to do it in. Both turn and bow as I approach.

Emperor Laken.

Your majesty.

Do you truly believe we can build a banquet hall in seven days, Lady Rie? Let alone furnish it?

I sense her pursing her lips.

Its not a question of if, but must, your majesty. Hosting a dinner outdoors would certainly be acceptable, but not if the implication is that it is due to lack of an appropriate facility to begin with. Not to mention, we must impress the nobles coming here. I am afraid an outdoor event with a village in view would not be

Impressive?

To say the least.

Lady Rie nods and I sense Durene shift by my side. I havent really asked Durene about Lady Riethey havent talked that much as far as I know. Of course, Lady Rie is a [Lady] and Durene is often helping out around the village. Right now Lady Rie is too busy to speak with anyone but me and Prost hurries away to get her ambitious project underway.

Speaking of decorations, Emperor Laken, Im afraid we must consider a large investment in goods from Invrisil. Ordering so much so quickly will be costly, but I am told you have connections in the Merchants Guild that might be willing to offer you a discount?

How does she know that? I nod, trying to keep up. Its not an hour past dawn yet and my head feels stuffed!

I do. But what will we be buying? Chairs? Cushions? Drapes? We have [Carpenters]

Who make chairs adequate for sitting, but not dining, your majesty. At the very least we should add cushions. The necessary goods will be everything from decorations to silverware, I fear. I did not bring more than a few sets of silverware from my mansion before it was destroyed, and there is nothing worse than a mismatched set so we shall have to order enough for all the guests

Silverware?

I turn my head blankly towards Lady Rie. I sense her nodding.

Of course, your majesty. Have youhave you not attended a banquet before in your homeland?

I

I havent. Obviously not. And while I know that Durene knows the truth, I dont feel like spreading the fact that Im from another world. So I lie.

Im afraid that my memory of dining and so on is limited, Lady Rie. What I experience is ah, very little compared to others owing to my blindness.

I gesture towards my face. Lady Rie starts.

Oh! I most humbly beg your pardon, your majesty. II hadnt considered.

No, no. Please dont worry. But I lacked any sort of vision growing up, and my ah, ability to sense my surroundings did not manifest itself until this year, so

I see. Please excuse me, your majesty. Well, I will gratefully fill in anygaps in your understanding. You see, cutlery

Flustered, Lady Rie stumbles over her words and I breathe an internal sigh of relief. Its not good to lie, but people do get uncomfortable when I bring up being blind for fear they might offend me. Good to know I can use that as an excuse for not being up to date with all the conventions of my rank.

However, as Lady Rie goes on I realize that theres a lot I dont know. Not just about the social dictates of hosting nobility, but everything from how many forks someone needs to eat a salad to how many waiting staff well need to serve foodand how they should be dressed. I nod along desperately as Lady Rie goes on and on.

And now I find myself stuck. For the first time, I have no idea what to do. Its like Ive suddenly run up against a brick wall in my head. Because for all Im an [Emperor], for all I have Skills and come from another world and want the best for Riverfarm and my people and so on, Im lost. Because I have no idea how to host a party. Or a gathering. Or any kind of social event at all.

Lets be clear: hosting soirees is not a skill most blind people acquire. Having a friend over? I can get snacks out, or make sure theres a meal ready. I could host someone for a day or two. But this?

Forks, Lady Rie? Whats wrong with the forks we have?

They are not what I would give a [Lord] to eat with, your majesty. We have a lack of good cutlery in general. I believe well be able to get by with some well-honed knives for serving, but we simply must have appropriate utensils for our guests.

I understand its not elegant, but whats the difference?

Lady Rie pauses.

I believe it would be easier to show you in person, your majesty.

She takes me to her home and brings out some of her silver cutlery while Durene gets some of the villages utensils. I find myself holding a wooden fork, which is more of two long prongs, a metal fork more like the ones back home, and a delicate silver one engraved with detail.

Damnit. I had no ideaI completely forgot about forks!

Its not like I have a habit of touching forks, after all! And while the difference in quality might be obvious to someone with eyes, its only the weight of the fork and the shaping of the metal that speaks to my fingertips. Lady Ries fork does feel far more expensive, but again, I cant do anything but compare the metalwork of the forks with my fingers. I cant see silver and appreciate how much better it is than pot metal!

Frustrated, I run my fingers along the fork, feeling the difference with my fingertips. And yet, when I compare the two in my mind with my [Emperor]s senses, theyre almost indistinguishable. One works as well as the other, but its this kind of detail that I lack.

It seems as though my lack of sight is a hindrance here, Lady Rie.

Only slightly, your majesty. But if you would advise me on your nations culture of dining and etiquette, I might adjust the banquet to suit your tastes.

I pause and bite the inside of my lip. My culture? Back home Id rather just microwave something than eat expensively. I choose my words carefully as I reply, handing the silver fork to Durene who takes it gingerly in her hands.

The nation that was my homehonestly, Lady Rie, my nation was so different from this one that you would find it very alien. It is impossible to compare the things to which I was accustomed to hereespecially because I was blind. Riverfarm meets all of my needs quite well, and I am content with that. However, if you think more needs to be done, I am willing to listen, although my input will be shallow.

I see. In that case, I would be delighted to go over my list of preparations with you.

Lady Rie puts a soft hand on my arm. I sense Durene stirring and nod.

Thank you. I hope we have the coin for all of this?

We may have to borrow, Emperor Laken. Or perhaps not. It depends on how many things can be done without. Tables for instanceI had a thought. If your [Carpenters] can design a long table and it can be engraved and polished in a weeks time, it might well serve in place of a purchased one.

No doubt. Can we do the same for chairs?

I will make inquiries at once.

Lady Rie rises and leaves her cottage. I ball my fists up in frustration. Lady Magnolia Reinhart. If there was ever a good way to frustrate me, planning an elegant banquet I cant see would be a good start.

Laken.

I turn as Durene gently puts the fork on the table. My half-Troll lover looks at me. I try to put a smile on my face.

Durene? Im sorry. I know you probably want to help out around the village. Ill coordinate things with Lady Rie.

WellI could stay with you today.

Huh?

Just for today. You know. While youre with her.

Theres a possessive note in Durenes voice that reminds me of when she met Ryoka. I pause.

Durene, Lady Rie isa subject.

And a [Lady]. Laken, shes flirting with you!

Is she?

I did wonder. Its hard to tell. Someone touching me on the arm isnt unusual, but Lady Rie did act unusual around me. But then, Im not used to flirting in general. Back on Earth, the people I knew werent exactly adept enough to flirt. It was more straightforward. But Durene clearly thinks Ries flirting and isnt exactly keen to let me stay with her.

Durene, Ill be fine. Ill talk with Lady Rie, but it doesnt matter.

What? Why?

Because Im with you, remember?

Durene pauses.

Oh.

Silly.

I hold her hand. Embarrassed, Durene squeezes my hand gently and flees. I stand up as Lady Rie comes back with a group of [Carpenters] only too willing to make however many tables I need. They just need, oh, instructions on what the tables should look like, how long they should be, how tall, what kind of wood they need to use, and so on. I sigh and get to work with Lady Rie. She doesnt flirt. But she does touch my arm twice more throughout the day.

Day 92

Well get in trouble!

Lets go, hurry!

Whos in trouble? Why are they hurrying? Away? I open my eyes, annoyed that I cant understand. I get out of bed with Durene, walk down into the village to see whats happening, and immediately sense a problem.

Over the last day, the giant banquet hall that Lady Rie envisioned has been going up. Quite quickly toothey laid the foundations in one day and began dragging freshly-cut parts over to create a scaffold. That was how it was when I went to sleep, and there was a night team working on it. Only, during the night the scaffolding for the building has collapsed and I can already here shouting going on around Prost. He hurries over to me the instant he sees me.

Theres trouble, your majesty.

What kind?

An accident at the site. Two of the night workersa [Builder] and [Carpenter], were working on adding a section and it collapsed. Neither one was hurt, but they both claim it was the others fault.

I rub at my hair, groaning internally.

What happened?

One says it was an unsteady section that wasnt checked properly. The other says that everything tore loose because the first fellow wasnt paying attention. They both blame each other and got into it.

Can you tell whos right?

I hear Prosts grimace.

No, your majesty. Ive told both of the men to take a break and let tempers cool. Theyre both good workers and theyre both furious over the delayits not so much the time lost as the fact that it could have been avoided. Ill get everyone back to work, unless youd like to judge the situation yourself?

And do what? I have no idea whos right and Im no building expert. I had no idea what the difference between screws and nails were until I was fifteen, because my parents were too afraid that Id hurt myself touching them! I shake my head.

I trust your judgment, Mister Prost.

He nods and hurries off. I sigh. Ive been doing a lot of trusting of judgment recently. I dont have a choice, but it means that I cant do my one jobnamely, deciding things as [Emperor].

Case in point. Later that day I find Prost and Lady Rie coming up to me with another problem, this one directly related to the nobles attending the gathering.

A lot of the families are worried about having their daughters serve at the banquet, your majesty. Theyre afraid that they might be asked to bed the [Lords] attending or be carried off.

What?

I turn to Lady Rie. Her tone is acerbic.

And I told Mister Prost and the other families that was nonsense, your majesty. They need not fear for their daughters chastity

Chastitys the least of it! Whats to stop one of the young lordlings attending the ball from carrying a young girl offor a [Lady] doing the same to a young lad and having him murdered to hide the evidence?

Mister Prost! Those are rumors

I know a village not two miles from here that had that happen to the [Headman]s son

The two begin arguing and I have to raise my voice to get them to quiet down and explain what theyre arguing about. When they come out and say it at last I get a bad feeling in my stomach.

[Lords] carrying off village girls who catch their eyes. [Ladies] finding young men to have an affair with and killing them to hide the evidence. Apparently its happened in the past. I recall something similar from my world. Droit du seigneur in French, or the medieval right to a first night practiced among the nobility. Apparently that law doesnt exist in Izril, and Lady Rie is insistent that nothing else happens either.

Your majesty, I understand Mister Prosts worries, but they are groundless. Such events never happenand if they did, it was one or two truly depraved individuals from decades pastand it would not occur on your lands, not when these nobles are coming to visit you! They wouldnt dare offend you!

No? And what about if they used their privilege and station to force a girl into saying yes?

Prost folds his arm as he glares at Lady Rie. For the first time he and she seem to be at odds, and Lady Rie seems exasperated by the argument.

Any girl may refuse, of coursethose rights are sacred, and these nobles live next to Lady Magnolia Reinhart herself! She does not stand for any coercion of the young or unwilling. That is one of the few things she does well. The Reinharts have always maintained order among the aristocracy and meted out justice.

Too little too late. That wont save a broken-hearted girl and her love.

She can say no

To a [Lord]? Without bringing down wrath on her family?

I have to hold up my hands to stem the argument again. When Prost and Rie are quiet, I look at Lady Rie.

Lady Rie, can you assure me that the things Mister Prost is describing would never take place?

She hesitates as Prost folds his arms.

WellI cannot pretend that some instances of this behavior never occurred, but at this gathering I am sure any young woman would be safe

Hah!

Mister Prost. How often is it that this sort of thing occurs? Are there truly that many instances of it, or are all these rumors just thatrumors of someone in a village being carried off by a noble?

Well, sireI never did hear the villages name.

You see?

Rie sounds exasperated. Prost flares up again.

Just because it never happened in recent years, doesnt mean it wont at this gathering! There are young men among the nobles attending, and the families here are worried, your majesty. And with good cause!

I understand.

What a mess. And again, I dont know what the best solution is. I turn to Lady Rie.

Could we address the issue? Tell the nobles attending that the serving staff are off-limits foreverything?

Rie inhales sharply.

Simply mentioning that would cause great offense, your majesty! I can assure you it will not occur, and I would stake my reputation on that fact.

But the people are worried. Therell be more than one family that hides their daughters on the day, and Ill stake my class on that fact too.

Prost turns to glare at Lady Rie and I try not to clutch at my head. What am I supposed to do? Both are looking towards me.

Emperor Laken, your decision?

Your majesty? What should I tell the families?

I dont know. I bite my tongue on the words again. In the end I tell Prost that the serving women wont be touched and Lady Rie agrees to have older people wait the tables. Its not a good compromise and I worry that more than one family might try and hide their sons or daughters on the day. If only that was the least of my worries.

As night falls I sense a fight breaking out between a group of men. I send Durene to break it up and sit up anxiously in the cottage, sensing Prost hurrying to the scene, Durene holding one man by the leg and gently slapping another man off his feet.

Trouble.

Day 93

Wait!

Shh! Were not supposed to be heard!

Wait? Why wait? Why arent they supposed to be heard? Today I get up with a full migraine. It gets worse as I go about my day.

The fight last night, Emperor Laken? It was between the two men who quarreled over the collapsed scaffolding yesterday. Never mind that we repaired the damage yesterday.

Prost comes up to me with a sour tone in his voice. I shake my head.

That was more than two men brawling, Prost. There were at least eight of them and more joining in before Durene got there.

Ah. Those would be the friends and other workers. Theyve started taking sides. You see, one fellow, Mister Horst, is a [Carpenter] from Windrest, and the others a [Builder]. Mister Wellim comes from Tunslaven. Since theyre quarrelling, folks have begun taking sides

And now its a feud. I understand. Wonderful. Mister Prost, what do you suggest I do?

I rub at my head as the man thinks, chewing at his lip.

Ill separate the building teams todayput Horst and his lot to building the tables and chairs with your permission. Thatll keep arguments to a minimum, but Id better have some lads making sure theres no fighting after works over. Or Durene. No ones likely to throw a punch with her watching.

Good. Do that. I have to talk to Lady Rie abouteverything.

Prost hurries away and I find Lady Rie speaking with Durene of all people. Theyre arguing too. I draw closer, listening. For once the two women are so heated that they dont notice my presence. Durenes voice is loud as she snaps at Lady Rie.

I dont see why I need to stand during the banquet! Why cant I eat when everyone else is eating?

Her voice echoes off the houses nearby and I sense heads turning. Lady Ries voice is much quieter, but waspish as she replies.

You are neither nobility nor formally engaged to Emperor Laken. It would be an indiscretion of the highest order to seat you at the head table, and nowhere less would do! You have no manners

I have plenty, thank you very much!

I sense Rie rolling her eyes.

No manners suitable for formal dining and you are supposed to be a [Paladin], a defender of his majesty, arent you? You should stand in attendance! You wouldnt want to embarrass Emperor Laken, wouldnt you?

I open my mouth and hesitate. Durene would never embarrass me, but I can imagine her struggling if she were sitting with me and chatting with other nobles. And yetshe is Durene. But Lady Rie knows this social world best and so I hesitate. Durene herself deflates at Ries word. She gulps.

No. I wouldnt want to embarrass him. But

Good. Then its settled. Well see if Master Helm can put you in armor. Otherwisewe might find a [Tailor] able to sew quickly. But armor would be more impressive, I think. A [Paladin] would be quite impressive to our guests.

Lady Rie claps her hands and turns brusquely away from Durene. She and Durene both jump when they see me standing behind them. I cough.

Youre sure that would be the best fit, Lady Rie?

Emperor Laken! I do believe so. I am not familiar with the [Paladin] class, but it is impressiveas is Miss Durene herself. Having her stand at attendance at your side while a list of her achievements is read out would be most impressive. Dont you agree?

Hm. Durene?

I turn my head towards her. Durene smilesshe knows I can sense when she does itand only hesitates for a second.

Iyeah. I could stand next to you, right Laken? Id be imposing and impress all those nobles. Thats the best way to do it, right?

I pause. And perhaps its just as well that another argument breaks outthis time between a whole group of angry workers clustered around the banquet hall. Rie sighs distractedly.

Were far behind on the building without this sort of distraction! Emperor Laken, by your permission Ill sort it out.

She converged on the arguing workers at the same time Prost and Wiskeria do. I see Wiskeria break up the prelude to a fight with a burst of magic. Durene turns.

I should go over too. Just in case. Ill uh, see if I can get Mister Helm to make me some armor. You said I should have some anyways, right Laken?

She hurries away. I stare at her back. The words in my mouth die unspoken. But Id like Durene to sit with me. She belongs there. But what if it causes trouble? Whats the protocol? If I let her sit with me, what happens?

I dont know. Wiskeria breaks up the fight and cools down everyoneliterally, by shooting sprays of water everywhere. Shes declined to weigh in on all the preparations, claiming ignorance as a [Witch]. I wish I could do the same. I dont know what to do. And the words keep repeating themselves as I go to sleep, dreading the half-formed dreams, hating my indecision, my inability to figure this out!

I dont know. I dont know, I dont know, I dont know, I dont know

I can feel my teeth grinding together as I toss and turn that night. I dont know! And Im afraid to tell Lady Rie shes wrong, but somethings wrong! I can feel it.

Its not right! This gathering isflawed, somehow! Its going to go wrong.

Damn Magnolia Reinhart. What did she do?

Day 94

Shut up! Hey! Hey, remember to tell them to bring

And

Blank words in my head. Missing pieces of a puzzle. I get up blearily, eat, walk into Riverfarm with Durene, and listen to the days issues. Everythings behind. Lady Rie frets while Prost talks the situation over. Wiskeria listens quietly.

The arguments over the building are costing us precious hours, Mister Prost!

I know. But I cant help that! Were already rushing as it iswell try to get a roof up the day after tomorrow, but every mistake sets us back

We can hardly afford to wait until the day after tomorrow! The decorations are arriving and we must set to work making the inside presentable quickly!

We can sand and polish everything quick once its up. The tables and chairs look good at least

Those are the least of my concerns. If another brawl breaks out, simply arrest everyone involved.

All forty of them?

If necessary! This petty feud between the two craftsmen must be resolved, Mister Prost.

Prost shakes his head.

Perhaps Emperor Laken could speak to the two men. Theyve been clamoring for a ruling, and both sides want to hear his opinion

On what?

I raise my voice. Both Rie and Prost fall silent. I look up, my head aching. I try to keep the annoyance out of my voice but I cant. Not today.

Ive listened to the arguments, Mister Prost. Neither man can prove the other caused the problem and its far beyond that now. Both sides want me to punish someone, which I cant do without proof.

And truth spells dont work if both sides think theyre right. Or if they dont know to begin with whos wrong. Not that anyone can cast [Detect Lies] here anyways.

Wiskeria looks up as she fiddles with a pouch full of ingredients. Shes been riding patrols with Beniar, escorting City Runners arriving here with bags of holding full of purchased goods. She meets Prost and Ries annoyed looks calmly. Then she turns towards me.

Emperor Laken, Ill watch the building today and stop arguments from breaking out. That will let Mister Prost handle the rest of the village.

That might work. Were baking and preparing as much food as we can, but its not enough, according to Lady Rie.

Lady Rie sighs.

Hardly. Theres a [Chef] Ive been speaking to who could prepare all of the finer dishes we need to present, but he lives thirty miles north of here and is reluctant to make the commute. And I dont wish to empty the treasury to purchase her services. But we must have a suitable meal ready. And then theres the issue of gifts

I raise my head.

Gifts? Dont tell me we have to give our guests

Oh no! Thats not the custom at all. Quite the reverse!

What, then?

Rie smiles slightly, the first smile Ive sensed all day.

Its a custom for visitors to offer a present to those hosting such gatherings. Especially those of high-rank. I imagine an [Emperor] would merit quite a large present, but no one knows what might suit you, Emperor Laken. You recall the gift I gave to you? Well, weve received a few tokens like that, but there have been a number of discreet inquiries as to what you might enjoy.

What I might enjoy? I get to ask for my gifts?

The notion sounds ridiculous to me, but Rie nods seriously.

Indeed. I was rather hoping for this, actually. In fact, this is how Magnolia Reinhart can claim shes doing you a favor. If we approach the nobles the right way, we might come away with more than we spent to host the gathering.

I dont follow. You meanask them for money?

Amonetary contribution. Or something similar. Minor artifacts, perhaps much-needed suppliesit all comes down to the phrasing and way the invitations are couched. I would like to speak with you regarding some of the ideas I had in that regard later. If you are willing?

Its wrong. My head throbs.

Of course.

I lie to Rie and sense her smiling. Prost stands up wearily.

Ill get back to work. Theres a few of our [Mages] and [Hedge Mages] willing to try and put on a showthat is, the first stage of entertainments. Ill see to them.

And I will see to the attire.

Lady Rie sweeps off. I sit on my throne, massaging my head. I sense Wiskeria getting up.

Your majesty? Everything well?

Not really, Wiskeria. Im not sure how well this partygatheringwhatever, will go.

She nods.

Lady Ries doing her best. But this was forced on her early.

It was. By that damndo you think well make it?

Im not sure. But I worry that making it or not making it isnt the problem, your majesty?

Then what?

Wiskeria tilts her head, her voice thoughtful.

I dont know. But I dont think how we impress the nobility is the point. Otherwise, wouldnt Magnolia Reinhart have made the gathering a few days away and not given us enough time? No, I think its something else shes after. I just dont know what.

I turn my head towards her. Shes right. There is something else. But what? What? After a while, Wiskeria gets up. And I, lost and confused, go after Lady Rie. I find her with Durene, consulting with Master Helm.

-

This armors too tight! And its not real armor, its far too thin!

Durene complains as she models the new armor that Mister Helm, the [Blacksmith], has forged. It was a collaborative work given Durenes size, and several other [Blacksmiths] are standing around her and consulting with Lady Rie. The noblewoman smiles and claps her hands together.

Functional armor is not the point, Miss Durene. The armor looks quite good on you, although I see some parts that could beah, well, it will do. It only remains for us to forge you a suitable shield to go with your sword. And polish the sword, I think. Could it be plated, Mister Helm? With something akin to gold leaf? Silver? And I thinkyes, I think we could add one more thing.

She regards Durene thoughtfully as the half-Troll girl catches sight of me. She tries to wave, but the stiff armor doesnt let her. Durene speaks distractedly.

What else? I can barely move in this as it is.

Ries voice is soft and thoughtful as she speaks out loud.

A helmet, perhaps? Yes. That would be quite impressive. A helmet would be just the thing.

A helmet?

Durene half-turns to look at Lady Rie. The [Blacksmiths] around her fall silent. My heart sinks when I realize where shes going with this. Rie nods.

Yeswith a visor? Can such a thing be done, Master Helm? It would be a grand spectacle, to see Miss Durene armored like a [Knight].

She looks around brightly at the men and two women around her. Durene goes very quiet. I stand there, my heart suddenly beating very quiet. A helmet? A helmet with a visor. Theres only one reason why Rie wants that.

To cover her face. But no one says it. I sense Durene hesitate, her face grow angryand then twist into uncertainty. She hesitates, and I see her look at me, and then at Lady Rie. Shes supposed to be quite beautiful. Lady Rie, that is. Ive never heard Durene talk about what she looks like. Shes too afraid to tell me.

In the end, Durenes voice is very quiet.

Iguess so. I could wear a helmet.

Wonderful! There are quite a number of designs that might work. Mister Helm, Ill sketch a few, shall I? You can tell me what would be easiest.

Ah. Yes, Lady Rie. Well do our best.

Mister Helms voice is quiet as he turns towards Lady Rie. I sense him looking back at me. Durenes staring at her feet. I take a step forwards and feel a hand on my arm. Lady Ries touch.

Emperor Laken? What do you think? I imagine Durene in full armor would be quite a sight to seeah, begging your pardon. Quite a spectacle, and certainly impressive, wouldnt you agree?

No. I open my mouth. Hesitate. I can tell that Mister Helm is looking at me. So is Lady Rie. Shes gripping my arm with her hand, trying to tell me not to object. Shes right. She knows how the other [Lords] and [Ladies] would react. I close my mouth.

To hide Durene behind a helmet. To not let her eat with me. To do things as they should be. Because a half-Troll doesnt belong with Humans.

Things crystalize in that moment. I feel the same flash of heat I felt once before, listening to an angry [Farmer] shout the same thing. Not in the same way, not in the same words, but the same thing. And I think about a banquet, about entertaining nobles, about doing things just so.

And I realize what the trap is. I jerk my arm free of Lady Rie and open my mouth.

No.

The word cuts through the air, blissfully free. Lady Rie pauses. I sense Durene look up as every head turns to me. Ries voice is low as she speaks to me, too close to my ear.

Emperor Laken, I dont mean to gainsay your opinions, but I truly think

I said, no, Lady Rie. No helmet. The armor can stay. But make it real armor. And Durene doesnt need the armor for the banquet. Shell be sitting with me at the head table. Give her a dress instead.

Silence. My heart is pounding, my head feels clearer. Lady Rie draws in her breath sharply.

Emperor Laken? I really dont

Enough.

I snap the word and Ries mouth closes in an instant. I look around. Durene is staring at me. The [Blacksmiths] are staring at me. I stand taller. When did I start hunching my shoulders? I point.

Mister Helm?

He jumps.

Yes? Your Majesty?

Thank you for Durenes armor. Its quite, well, I can tell its quite impressive. A showmans piece, no doubt. But lets aim for functional armor when it comes to that.

Of course, Emperor Laken. Well get right to work

I hold up my hand.

Not necessary. There are more important things that we need for now. Nails, for one. Hingestheres a lot of metal that goes into houses. Lets get our [Blacksmiths] back to work on those houses, shall we? Dont worry about the banquet. Durene? Follow me. Someone get me Prost. And Wiskeria.

I stride off and sense Durene shrugging out of her armor. Still muted, Rie follows. I can sense her eyes on my back and feel Prost and Wiskeria hurrying towards me.

Mister Prost?

Yes, Emperor Laken? I heard you had the [Blacksmiths] working on construction materials for the houses. Should I?

Get your workers back to building houses. Well keep a smaller team on the hall, but take it slower, Mister Prost. We wont be using it for the gathering.

I feel the electric shock go through the people around me. Durene exclaims.

We wont? But I thought

Would we have gotten it ready in time? And would you trust the building not to collapse on us, Mister Prost?

I nod at the half-finished building. Prost grimaces.

Itd be close and thats without furnishings, sire. But what did you have in mind if not that gathering hall?

Easy. Get the tables and chairs done. Then put them in a meadow. That one just past the new farmland sounds good. Clear us a wide spacewe have plenty of folk who can do that and it wont take us a day. Well serve our guests there.

What?

This last bit is too much for Lady Rie and she manages to speak despite my order. She turns to me, aghast.

Emperor Laken, its not proper. Your guests will be expecting the highest honors. Theyre nobility, and if Magnolia Reinhart was hosting

Shes not. I am. Be silent, Lady Rie. Thank you.

I cut her off again. Lady Rie falls silent and I can sense her lips quivering as I turn my head. I can sense them there. Durene, Wiskeria, Prost, and Lady Rie. I sigh.

Ive made a mistake. Lady Magnolia Reinhart invited the nobility here, which forced my hand. But my error, the trick she forced me into was playing her game. I dont think she expected me to put on a formal display for the nobles. Nor should I.

But thats what theyre expecting.

Durene sounds confused. I smile slightly.

Yes, they are. Thats whats traditional. But Im an [Emperor], Durene. Why should I do things their way?

UmI dont know.

Exactly.

I nod, almost laughing as I sense Ries dumfounded look. I look at Prost.

Dont worry about [Chefs], Mister Prost. Tell our [Cooks] to make the kind of food they know everyone will enjoy. As much as they can get ready beforehand and well do a lot of cooking the day of. Now, I want you to have our [Carpenters] make more tables as quick as they can and lay them out in the village square. Well feed our people at the same time as the nobility.

With chairs and so forth, your majesty? That would take a lot more work.

Do we need them? Noin fact, have only a few chairs brought to the gathering place. Well have people stand and eat. They can socialize while we put on a display. Well have the trebuchets do some test firingmaybe let the nobles try them themselves. As for the issue of young women and men serving

I can sense Lady Rie shutting her eyes tightly. I look at Prost.

Have we parchment? Large sheets we can use as signs?

I could have some. Are you planning on making a declaration, sire?

Just something posted on the main roads. Have it read as follows: I, Emperor Laken, declare that anyone taking advantage of another person upon my lands without consent will be summarily shot and executed, regardless of their rank or gender. Or something to that effect.

Wiskeria draws in a sharp breath. I see Prost shoot a glance at Lady Rie. Funny, he seems uncertain.

Thats a bold statement, sire.

Id think it would be the least of what youd expect from me. Have the posters put along the main roadson those handy totem poles Jelov keeps carving, for instance.  Make sure all of my guests see them. Just in case. Oh, and Prost? Add some images.

What? Sire?

Im enjoying myself now. I gesture.

Images. You know, illustrations! A bloody headsmans axe and a few heads lying on the ground, or a body feathered with arrows for emphasis. Be creative. You can have some of the children decorate them if you like. Now. Wiskeria.

Emperor?

Shes smiling at me, I can tell. Wiskeria tugs at her pointed hat as I point towards the meeting hall and my throne room.

Those two men who keep starting fights. Find them and put them in my throne room to wait for me. Tell them that if they start a fight before I arrivewell, just warn them what might happen.

Yes, Emperor.

Now. Lady Rie.

Shes practically vibrating. When I speak her name she waits a beat as if she didnt want to cut in and shout at me this entire time.

Emperor Laken?

I take it you object to most of what Ive just said?

Why, what gave you that idea, sire?

Her voice is sweet. Too sweet. I turn to face her.

I dont disagree with your choices, Lady Rie. By all means, decorate and find proper utensils to serve our guests. But if we serve them, it will be my way. Riverfarms way.

And if the nobility take offense?

Let them. This gathering wasnt my idea. It was Magnolia Reinharts. If it doesnt have the amenities theyre used to, they can take it up with her. Speaking of which, Ive decided what they should give me.

Oh?

Lady Rie pauses.

What would that be, your majesty?

Food. They can bring food. Tell them I would like for them to bring as many delicacies as they can carrynot just for themselves, but for my people. Theyll be feeding all of us, so advise them that a pack horse or wagon might be in order.

I grin at Lady Rie and wonder if her face has gone pale. Durene laughs out loud in delight.

Emperor Laken, are you quite sure? That would hardly be what they expectalthough Im beginning to realize that is quite the point.

Indeed. I dont want money. I dont need their charity. That isnt what an [Emperor] needs. Perhaps a [Lord] might ask for such gifts, but all I need is something to amuse my people. Yes, foodand entertainment. Do they have [Jugglers]? [Bards]? Are there such things as [Actors] in this world oror [Players]? Tell them to bring those too. And

Memory flares. A bit of a dream. I stop.

Pudding.

Pudding?

Yespudding. Tell them Im fond of sweet foods. Have them bring as much of those as possible. And while were at it, Durene?

Yes, Laken?

Why dont we take a break for a bit? Lets go for a walk in the woods. Ill be back in an hour, Lady Rie. Let me know if the skys fallen when I return.

I take Durenes arm and smiling, walk away. Lady Rie just stares at my back. I walk off with Durene and laugh for the first time all week. Shes smiling too.

Wow. What happened to you, Laken?

I stopped worrying about what other people might say, Durene. Remember? Thats the point. Lady Rie had her heart in the right place, but she did what people wanted her to do. What Magnolia Reinhart wanted to her to do. Im doing what I want to do. Which is walking with you.

Oh. Right! Hey Laken?

Yes?

She gives me a quick kiss as a reply.

-

It was a nice walk and we stretched it out to two hours. The two hours came from me sitting down to rest my aching feet while Durene offered to carry me. In the end we just sat and talked, which was wonderful. So wonderful that I forgot that the two men were waiting for me in the throne room. When I finally got back and walked in, they jumped. They hadnt been sitting, but standing at opposite sides of the room. I felt slightly bad that I didnt think to give them chairs, but only slightly.

Mister Horst. Mister Wellim.

I look at both of them. They open their mouths, uncertain, and I walk past them to sit on my throne. I sit, and the two men shuffle forwards. They wait for me to speak.

I dont. The uncomfortable silence stretches out as the two men shift uneasily. Actually, I dont feel uncomfortable at all. I just sit, sensing them grow more and more nervous with each passing second. At last, one of them musters the courage to open his mouth. Quick as a snake, I raise a finger and he freezes.

I wait until he closes his mouth and keep sitting there. The two men stand in place, sweating. I can practically hear their hearts pounding. And I just sit. When I finally open my mouth, I think both of them nearly have heart attacks.

Gentlemen. Why are you here?

They stir. And look at each other. I sit there, a young man on a throne. Blind, probably half the age of either of the men in front of me. But its they who cant meet my eyes figuratively or literally. I am blind. And young. But I am an [Emperor].

Emperor Laken, about our uhourour quarrel.

One of the men, Mister Horst, begins hoarsely. Again I cut him off.

Quarrel, is it? A quarrel is two men fighting. It gets broken up and both men need a day to heal their bruises. The worst is a broken bone. This is a feud, gentlemen.

Silence. I look from man to man, opening my eyes briefly for effect.

Both of you claim the other made a mistake which caused the scaffolding to break. What was it, three days ago? Now there are brawls of thirty people or more. What, exactly, is the point?

They dont have an answer. I go on, speaking calmly, shifting my attention to the man on the left.

Mister Wellim, I know of you as a [Builder] who made or repaired half the homes in your village. Youre a community figure and a father of three.

He starts. Yes, I asked Prost about all that before walking in here. But it still works. I shift my attention to the man on the right.

And you, Mister Horst, are a [Carpenter] respected by everyone Ive talked to. Youve been running your own business for twenty years.

He hangs his head at this detail, a representation of his hard work over the years. I turn my head to each man.

Why are we here? If you, Mister Wellim, were dealing with a fight between two of your apprentices, how would you handle it? By smacking a few heads together? Separating the two? What if they kept fighting? What about you, Mister Horst? Would doing any of that do any good? Why are two of your best workers fighting, anyways? What is the point?

I slap the armrest of my throne. Both men jump. After a moment I sigh.

No one can rule who caused the problem. Both of you were there, and both of you claim the opposite thing happened. You come to me as if expecting me to know the truth. Well, I wasnt there and Im no god. But again, I have to ask, why do I need to be here? Correct me if Im wrong, but shouldnt we be building houses right now?

Neither man speaks, but I get the slightest nod from Horst. I go on.

Construction is dangerous. Or so Ive heard. If theres an issue of one person not paying attention, thats a problem. If it happens again and there are witnesses, there may be need for punishmentor maybe not. Accidents happen. But this feud has already seen violence. If someone dies from all this hatred and anger, who will be to blame? You, Mister Horst? Or you, Mister Wellim? If someone dies, I rather think it would be my fault.

They both look up sharply. I nod.

I am an [Emperor]. This is my domain. Shouldnt the blame fall to me? If things get worseonly they wont get worse. Because we will sort this out. One of you made a mistake, or neither of you did. Either way, its a matter between you two, not two villages. We are working together here, all of us. We are all part of thisthis nation. And I expect you to remember it.

A beat. For a second I open my eyes again and hold their gazes. Then I close my eyes. Its hard not to blink. I should probably exercise my eyelids, but whats the point?

Youre not children. If you want to hold a grudge, hold it. If you know youre right, watch the other man until he makes a mistake again and point it out for all to see. But the feuding ends now, as does the gossiping and sabotaging each other. You dont have to like one another. In fact, if you want to start a fight, now would be a good time. Ill turn my head if you dont want me to watch.

I smile at that and turn my head sideways. I can sense the two men looking at each other. Then one of them clears his throat.

-

Fifteen minutes later I walk out of the throne room as Horst and Wellim walk out. Theyre not holding hands, but theyre talking to each other like people, even managing to smile. I find Prost waiting for me.

I think weve come to an understanding, Mister Prost.

Good, Emperor Laken. Whose fault was it?

Rot in the timber, perhaps. A bad nail. Bad lighting. I think well stop building at night. Its efficient, but both Mister Horst and Wellim agree that night work leads to mistakes.

Very good, your majesty.

Prost eyes the two men walking off. He looks at me and I sense a knowingness in his gaze.

Did they brawl?

Not as such. They might throw a punch at each other while working, but I expect that will only be if one drops a piece of timber on the other mans toe. Theyre not friends, but theyre quite reasonable people when they get down to it.

My [Steward] nods and I nod too.

Only, you knew that, didnt you Mister Prost? All of the times you broke the fights up and told them to work it outor hinted to me that I should intervenewas to get me to do what I just did, wasnt it?

Why would you say that, Emperor Laken?

Prost bashfully looks the other way. I smile.

A [Farmer] probably learns more than one or two tricks over the course of his life. A father likewise. Tell me, why didnt you deal with it yourself?

I couldnt do it, your majesty. Both men, well, theyre proud men and not keen to listen to a new [Steward]. An [Emperor] on the other hand

Young as I am?

You saved their villages and drove the Goblins off. I dont think either of them thought of your age while you were sitting on that throne, sire.

I shake my head.

All I did was ask them to settle things like adults, Mister Prost. It could have backfired or not worked at all. I didnt know if what I was doing was the right thing. I just guessed.

But it did work, your majesty?

I nod. Prost smiles.

Then it was the right thing to do.

Yes, but what if its the wrong thing next time?

He just shrugs at me. Prost speculatively looks across the village as the sun begins to set in the sky.

Maybe it wouldnt work any other day, and maybe it wont work again. But it did work this time and that means what you did was the right thing, even if you didnt know it was the right thing you were doing. And most of all, because it was you, Emperor Laken who did it, it was the right thing to do. Because [Emperors] dont make mistakes.

Why?

Because theyre [Emperors], sir.

What if I made a mistake?

Then Id suppose you werent acting much like an [Emperor] in that moment, sire. Or maybe it wasnt your fault because things went wrong for no reason. Maybe it couldnt be helped and it wouldve happened that way anyways. But [Emperors] dont make mistakes because they know what theyre doing. Otherwise, why would they be [Emperors]?

I frown as I mull over his convoluted statement.

Thats circular logic, Mister Prost.

He pauses, and then shrugs again.

It may be circular, but I rather like it, sire. And it works.

I laugh.

Good enough. Now, hows Lady Rie doing?

Chomping at the bit, begging your pardon, sire. But shes doing a good job, and now that theres no need to worry about foodor a buildingshes got us figuring out seating arrangements and the like.

Much more manageable?

Much.

We walk together, and for the first time I realize that Prost might not be in awe of Lady Rie as much as I was.

I feel rather foolish, Mister Prost.

Do you, your majesty? I think you did a good job today. It was a hard decision.

But one I should have made, not anyone else. We wasted a lot of coin and time dancing to Lady Magnolias tune.

I expect the drapes and other things will make the great hall that much better anyways. And silverwares good for entertaining folk, sire. Its an investment for the future.

Were you always so optimistic, Prost?

No, your majesty. Not as smart, either. But Ive changed a lot over the last few weeks. Done a lot of thinking ever since a young man pulled my son out of the snow.

Huh. Well, I hope I wont make this mistake again. Mister Prost?

Emperor?

Lets get to it.

He smiles.

Yes, sire.

We walk back to work. Work being whatever I care to focus on. Lady Rie has her ideas, and Im inclined to follow them. When I dont have anything better in mind.

Its a silly lesson I learned today. Relearned, rather. I dont know what Im doing. I feel like that all the time. But I do know something more important: no one else knows what theyre doing, either. And so Ive got to make the decisions, even if Im wrong. Even if theyre the wrong ones.

Because Im an [Emperor].

Hm. I feel like I finally understand. All the little pieces are coming together. If I add all the fragments up, that nonsense dream Ive been having, thenI have an idea. Or rather, I had an idea. Im just a few days ahead of myself.

Day 95

Shut up! Hey! Hey, remember to tell them to bring lots of sweets!

And pudding!

Aha! I wake up with a smile. So thats what it was all about! I stretch, walk out of my cottage after spending a leisurely breakfast with Durene and find Prost in good spirits.

Emperor, weve got two more houses built and I reckon we can get another field sown today if we push it.

Excellent, Mister Prost! Any trouble from Mister Horst and Mister Wellim?

Not that I know of, sire. Theyve been working well. Not on the same team, but they go to each others sites and shout insults at each other. In a good way.

As opposed to a bad way?

Its more like competition than it is anger, your majesty.

Ill take that, then. Lady Rie?

She bows her head, slightlysullenly? Shes still not happy about my changes, but shes working within my design and shes stopped touching my arm.

We have the clearing set up. Ive taken the liberty of setting a few braziers up. I think [Light] spells would be more appropriate given the warmer weather, though.

I nod.

Good, we might actually do this. Now, I know were expecting the nobles to bring food, but have a few of our [Cooks] see me within the hour. I want some of Riverfarm and the local dishes on display and a lot of sweet foods.

I turn to Prost as Wiskeria rides into the village, her [Hunters] carrying a dead buck between them. I wonder if a [Witch] has any party tricks? What am I saying? I wonder if shell agree to perform a few. Id rather like to see her turn someone into a frog.

Ill also need some dry corn for an experiment, Mister Prostwell make popcorn and a few other dishes from home. How good are your sausages, by any chance? Do we have any fresh pork sausages or could we make some?

Sausages, sire? Let me find you a selection

Back to work. Only this time it feels right. Uncertain, but right.

Day 96

And pudding! Sweets and pudding, okay? Remember!

Quick, lets go! Before

Yes, yes. I rise, and feel a hum of anticipation in the village. Lady Ries pacing nervously before I have a chance to meet with her.

Im just not sure we have enough entertainment, Emperor Laken, I dont know how long you expect us to be occupied with trebuchets, but at some point we will be out of diversions!

I smile at her, noticing for the first time how stressed she sounds. I wonder how much strain shes been feeling? I feel great, incidentally.

Well make do, Lady Rie. Mingling and conversation will suffice if we have nothing else at the time.

Conversation? If you say so, your majesty. And will you tell me at last what the other seats are for? You arent intending to seat more of the villagers with the nobility, are you? Your Mossbear, perhaps?

Apparently Lady Rie also gets sarcastic when shes peeved. I like thatits more honest of her.

Trust, Lady Rie. We may have some unexpected guests. Or not. Now, lets go over my actual conversation topics one more time. Tell me about trade goods coming from the south. You say its rare for Drakes to sell their goods past Liscor? What items are in high demand around here and what role did Riverfarm and the local villages fulfill up till this point?

She sighs, but proceeds to lecture me at length. I wish I could take notes, but my stupid phone is completely dead. I hope I can get it fixed soon. Didnt Ryoka say that a [Repair] spell charges it up? How come no one in my entire empire can cast the spell?

I wonder how you recruit mages? Reel them in with promises of free room and board? Spellbook on a fishing line? Maybe Wiskeria knows some people. Heck, maybe shes part of a coven.

One day left. And as I sleep, it all falls into place.

Day 97

Is it time yet?

I dont think so.

Are you sure?

I think were early. We shouldnt be here!

Well get in trouble!

Lets go, hurry!

Wait!

Shh! Were not supposed to be heard!

Shut up! Hey! Hey, remember to tell them to bring lots of sweets!

And pudding!

And pudding! Sweets and pudding, okay? Remember!

Quick, lets go! Before

This is what I dreamt, over a week ago. The voices stir and echo around me, not quite here, but not quite in my mind either. Theyrelike real memories, if that makes sense. Memory that becomes reality as you remember it? Theres just one thing missing from the conversation, one little clue.

Today, as I wake up I feel the village come alive. I eat breakfast with Durene, smiling at her as she paces around nervously.

Are you sure itll be okay, Laken? What if they get angry? Maybe I should wear a helmet! Or a hat!

I hate hats. Durene, itll be fine. Besides, your suit looks quite nice.

You wouldnt know! You cant see!

I laugh. Durenes been dressed for today, against Lady Ries objections. She decided a dress did not suit her, and instead wore a suitat my suggestion. If women can wear pants and suits, why not Durene? And apparently she cuts a rather bold figure with the cloth my [Tailors] had labored over.

Itll go well with my clothing, Durene. Ive got enough cloth for a dress. We can say we switched roles for the banquet.

Laken!

Im not wearing a dress, but robes that are quite long and showy. All the better to give me some additional gravitas, according to Lady Rie. She tried to get me to wear lace and I refused. This was the best compromise we could come up with. Id rather walk around naked than wear a suit with more lace than fabric.

Looks like Lady Ries already pacing outside of the cottage. Prosts here too. I thought the nobility were supposed to arrive this evening?

Maybe theyre early?

Not as far as I know. Pass me a fried potato, will you Durene? No, Frostwing, thats not for you. Stop pooping so loudly, please? Im trying to eat.

This is how it goes. I go outside, tell a joke, and only Durene giggles. Gamels too uptight with his suit, Prost is distracted tugging at his, and Lady Ries far too high strung. Wiskeria just doesnt like my sense of humor.

No one arrives in the morning, although we had prepared for a few early guests. Apparently Im so intimidating, the entire group of nobles is arriving together. Or maybe thats due to the presence of Magnolias servant, Sacra, and the famous Lady Bethal Walchas. I sense a rather large caravan of people headed this way just after breakfast and Beniars riders report the nobles are coming in a train.

A rather large group. They may arrive an hour late. I dont think they were expecting to carry quite so much on the trip here.

Lady Rie stares accusingly at me. I just smile.

And their escort?

Light, for a group of nobles travelling. I counted sixty armed guards.

So two per noble? A bit less? That is trusting. If theyre staying the night, they can sleep in the houses for the nobles or outside. It shouldnt rain today.

I doubt theyll stay the night. And Im surprised Lady Bethal isnt travelling by magical carriage. Apparently Magnolia Reinhart lends it to all her closest friends. I wonder if its broken?

Magical carriages? Hold on, explain that to me? Someone?

The day wears on. I try not to let my nerves get the better of me. I have a plan. Its not a good one, and its based on guesswork and a dream I had. But its all Ive got. As evening wears into dusk, the first nobles ride into Riverfarm, a group of laughing young [Lords] and [Ladies] and their retainers. They freeze the instant they see me.

Lord Andres, Lady Cimeca, Lord Pattin, welcome to Riverfarm!

Lady Rie calls out more names as the mounted nobility draw back, staring at me in alarm and awe. I smile, and gently let Frostwing flap her wings. Beneath me, my mount shifts and growls, making the nobles horses back away skittishly.

Thats right, Im riding Bismarck, my Mossbear. If youve got a Mossbear and you dont ride it to meet people, what kind of [Emperor] are you? Durene stands by my side, practically vibrating with nerves. I try not to show anyone that my legs are trembling as they hug Bismarcks sides.

A flurry. A torrent of bodies. Rich men and women dressed in finery, armored warriorsI can only rely on Wiskeria and Durenes whispered explanations. Their voices sound like any other, perhaps a touch more refined and breathythe nobles ride up to me on their horses while I let Bismarck snuffle at them. And then I hear a voice I recognize.

Emperor Laken, I bring you greetings on behalf of Lady Magnolia Reinhart, who apologizes for the inconvenience of this small gathering.

Odveig. Or would you prefer to be called Sacra?

Either is fine.

I turn my head to the [Maid] standing and staring up at me without a trace of fear. I can sense Wiskeria tensing besides me, but Sacra pays her no notice as she bows and introduces the last of my guests. I smell a floral perfume and hear a light voice.

My, is that a Mossbear? Thomast, look! How exciting! Do you think I could ride it?

I dont think so.

Emperor Laken, may I present Lady Bethal Walchas and Sir Thomast?

The man and woman step forwards. I get nothing from my image of them in my head. Lady Bethal is wearing a dress and Thomast some kind of doublet. Theyre attired much like the others I supposemy [Emperor] senses dont extend to color or detail well. But the two do have a kind ofpresence in my mind.

Lady Bethal feels like a rose, or a bush covered in thorns. As if I could walk into her and be stung. Its an aura about her, and Sir Thomastjust seems too poised. He stands as if he could leap into action at any moment and theres a grace about his movements that makes me think he knows how to handle the rapier at his side. Both bow to me and Lady Bethals first words after her greeting are about Bismarck.

Is he tamed, your majesty? I had heard there was an [Emperor] who commanded the hearts of both beasts and men, but until Magnolia told me about you, I was quite under the impression that it was all rumor! Oh, but do forgive meI do forget myself. Thomast, why dont you ever stop me?

The [Chevalier] says nothing. I get the feeling hes staring at me, not at Durene, for all Bethal is now gushing over Durenes suit and greeting Lady Rie. From the way Rie goes stiff and quiet, I get the feeling that Lady Bethals spiky aura isnt for show.

Big players. Large fish in small ponds, or however the saying goes. Bethal strikes me as a shark, though. The nobles wait for me as I finish greeting Lady Bethal. Theyve already spotted the clearing filled with food that their servants are busily unloading and I think their mood isintrigued. Some of them appear dismayed from the way they shift and lean closer to talk to each other, but Ive made an impression.

So heres how it ends. I raise my hand and make a small speech in the silence as every eye falls to me. As the light fades I quell the butterflies in my chest. Is this the right thing to do? Is this the right thing to say? Im an [Emperor]. It better be.

[Lords] and [Ladies] of Izril, I greet you. I am Laken Godart.

They stir as I dont give myself any titles. I could have proclaimed myself ruler of the Unseen Empire, or any number of things, but Im here to make friends, not scare them. I go on.

I am aware that you are here at Lady Magnolia Reinharts request. I was unaware of this gathering until she arranged it in my honor, and I am grateful for her aid in doing so. For your enjoyment, my people have created a small setting in which we may mingle and talk. I look forwards to meeting each one of you in person. But before that

My heart skips a beat in my chest. Here it is.

But before that, I believe there are a few more guests I have yet to invite.

Murmurs. I see heads turning and Thomast tense ever so slightly beside his wife. I ignore the confused nobility and look up.

I greet the nobility of this land before me. I offer them the warmth of my hearths and the bounty of my lands. I would be remiss if I did not extend the same invitation to my own vassals.

I look up towards the sky. Please be there. Please dont be a dream.

My lords and ladies of the court? I invite you to share this banquet at your discretion. My lands are open to all those of my empire on this day. Come, if thou would.

I offer a hand up towards the heavens. And wait. Theres only silence. After a moment, a long moment in which I curse and wonder what the hell I should do next, I lower my hand. The silence around me is broken by a low voice muttering out of the group of nobles.

What was that?

I hear a titter and someone shushing the speaker. I turn, keeping my face calm, not letting blood rush to my cheeks. It was a long shot. A perhaps. And I am an [Emperor]. So I keep up the charade, as I turn to look at my [Steward].

Mister Prost? We may have visitors this night. Keep a place at the tables open should guests arrive. Now, I believe we are ready to be seated?

Of course, your majesty.

Prost breaks the silence by gesturing. The young men and women dressed in fine clothing step forwards and quite elegantly lead the nobles to the tables. I dismount Bismarck and do the same, pointedly standing. Its going to be a standing dinner, a time to chat. Less formal which means less risk of me making a mistake. I turn my head to the buffet and try to remember my lines? Thank Magnolia for her hospitality again? No, wait, maybe I should talk about the Goblins

I freeze as I hear a giggle. Its a soft sound, but it cuts through the quiet murmuring like a bell ringing in a snowstorm. The sound is bright and cheerful and makes every head turn in confusion. I feel my heart beating faster.

The giggling stops abruptly. But the air is suddenly warmer, and the sky brighter. The clearing illuminated by braziers and mage light warms, and it feels as though everything is lit by a subtle glow. I feel the wind blow strong for a second, and smell wet earth, flowers, the smell of nectar, growing grass

Spring.

Oh, thats what I was missing. I hear the voices overhead, crystal clear at last. Unearthly voices, voices that rustle and leap with life, the voices made of magic.

Is it time yet?

I dont think so.

Are you sure?

I think were early. We shouldnt be here!

Well get in trouble!

Lets go, hurry!

Wait!

Shh! Were not supposed to be heard!

Shut up! Hey! Hey, remember to tell them to bring lots of sweets!

And pudding!

And pudding! Sweets and pudding, okay? Remember!

Quick, lets go! Before

A clamor of quick voices, arguing, talking rapidly and urgently. And then an authoritative voice, singing out above them all.

Too late! Its time!

I hear laughter. And I look up and smile. The skies open. The nobles gape. Durene looks up and gasps. Lady Rie nearly swallows her tongue. I just laugh as the wind blows and they step downwards, step out of the forests, dance into the meadow. Of course, why would they be cold and frozen in the spring? I look at one of them as they wink and blow me a kiss. They bow, mockingly, and I shake my head.

Took you long enough.

Same to you!

And then my banquet really begins as they descend, bringing spring and chaos in their wake. The tricksters, the harbingers of spring and snow. The beings of myth and magic. The Fair Folk.

The fae.