Severed Souls (Sword of Truth 14)

in his saddle. “I would hate it if anyone else were to catch the disease that so tragically afflicted the general. With such a miasma in the air, it could cause great harm to the people of Saavedra and Fajin Province. Such an illness could easily wipe out half the people of a city, and drive the rest out into the wilderness. Understand?”

General Wolsey clapped his fist to his heart as he nodded. “Absolutely, Lord Dreier. I will personally see to it at once. I am certain that everyone will take the utmost care not to catch the same foul sickness that the general so carelessly caught. I will see to it that my men do their duty of enforcing the rule of law. Anyone disrespecting the Lord Dreier will be dealt with severely, I can assure you.”

Ludwig flicked a hand at the crumpled pile of bloody uniform with mounds of black pieces that had poured out and others that had rolled across the ground. “And see to it that this mess is swept up and thrown in the midden heap where it belongs, will you?”

“At once, Lord Dreier.”

The new general snapped his fingers at a man closest to him on the end of the rank of lancers. The man nodded and ran off to get something to clean up the mess.

General Wolsey turned back to Ludwig. “With your permission, Lord Dreier, I will take some men and we will go at once to see that the staff makes preparations and that everything is in order for you. I will see to it that you are well pleased with everything and everyone.”

Ludwig nodded with satisfaction.

“Are there any Mord-Sith remaining at the citadel?” Erika asked.

The man immediately bowed. “Yes, Mistress, Lord Dreier. Several.”

“Have them assembled inside,” she said.

Ludwig nodded his agreement. “We will need to speak with them.”

Erika smiled at the prospect as she stroked a hand down the long blond braid lying over the front of her shoulder.

CHAPTER

37

As Ludwig threw open the towering main doors and entered the grand greeting room of the citadel, he could see servants in dark gray dresses and crisp white aprons carrying linens and other supplies as they raced through the galleries beyond the stone columns to each side. An older man down on one knee fed sticks of wood into one of the two fireplaces in order to build up the flames to help take the dampness out of the air. A few women to the sides in the same gray dresses were throwing back heavy draperies to let in streamers of gray light. Other women of the staff were lighting lamps on side tables to brighten the gloomy room and welcome the new master of the house.

At the far end of the grand room, a split staircase led up to balconies running along either side of the room above the galleries supported by the stone columns. Halls and doors up on that level led to different areas of the citadel. Ahead, on the balcony level, a single grand staircase in the center beginning with spiraled, marble newel posts on each side led up to the top floor, where Ludwig had heard on previous visits were to be found Hannis Arc’s main work area and recording room.

Soldiers, who had decided to take the choice Lord Dreier had offered them, also rushed through the gallery and into halls both on the lower floor and up on the balcony level to make sure that everyone recognized the new order of things in the citadel. Ludwig could hear orders being called out in the distance down various passageways. Everyone, it seemed, was rushing about, urgently seeing to it that proper preparations were being made to receive the new lord of the house.

Once the draperies had been opened wide, the large windows on the front wall beside the entrance doors let in the gloomy light to show off the rich, deeply colored carpets and tapestries, the tasteful chairs and couches in muted tans, and small, polished mahogany tables near the chairs. A thin haze from the fireplaces hung in the air, adding the pungent aroma of wood smoke to the otherwise musty smell.

Ludwig had seen it before and had never been all that impressed. It wasn’t that it lacked elegance, it was that the people were what mattered to him. He had never been preoccupied with belongings.

His belief was that if you focused on people and gave them the proper attention required, then the possessions would naturally follow. It seemed to him that most people had it backward, focusing on the value of mere objects, never getting matters right with the people, first, thinking instead that such trappings would convince others that they had attained great power. They had attained only possessions.

“Rather disappointing,” Ludwig commented to Erika.

“What’s disappointing?” she asked.

“That they folded so quickly. I expect you were looking forward to … corrective measures.”

“Only when necessary,” she said. She clasped her hands behind her back as they stood overlooking the room, watching the servants rush about. “Besides, I know your talents, so I wasn’t all that surprised when you only had to kill one of them before the rest had a change of heart. You do have a way with people.”

He smiled. “Well, I have found that beheading a snake does tend to take the fight out of the rest of it, making it more flexible and easy to handle.”

Erika nodded as she surveyed the room, taking note of each person she saw. “We still have the Mord-Sith.”

Ludwig shrugged. “Even less trouble. Generals are plentiful, but Mord-Sith are valuable so I am reluctant to be quite that ‘blunt’ when explaining it to them.”

Erika gave him a testy side glance. “I know these women, Lord Dreier,” she said. “I’ve served with them since we were with Darken Rahl. While I realize that you value the Mord-Sith, and want to conserve a valuable resource, there is one among these here that I think you should know about.”

“Why is that?”

“She is the kind who will smile to the face of power and cross you behind your back.”

He cast a dark look her way. “You all did that. You all smiled to your master, Darken Rahl, and served him, but you all left him when his back was turned.”

“To go to a better master,” Erika pointed out.

When Ludwig let out a small grunt, dismissing the excuse, Erika went on. “I took up your offer and willingly turned my loyalty over to you. In your service, you have given me the chance to use my training to fulfill myself as a Mord-Sith, more so than Darken Rahl ever did. You have shown me trust by giving me wide-ranging responsibilities.

“Since then, in return for that trust in me, have I not proven myself to you, Lord Dreier? Have I not carried out all of your instructions and satisfied all of your desires, no matter how difficult, how easy, how large, or how small? Have I not kept your secrets? Have I not stood my ground at your side even in the face of death?

“When the half people came flooding into the abbey to assassinate you, I could have left you. You would have been ripped apart by that many soulless ones. I could have left you to them, when you died my bond to you would be dissolved, and I would have been free. No one would ever have known but me.

“Instead I stood with you when you didn’t know what to do. I protected you until I could get you away from there with your life. In all of that, have I not proven my loyalty to you?”

Ludwig’s mouth twisted with a pang of guilt for being so quick with an accusation. There had been so many of those bloodthirsty half people coming for him all at once that he hadn’t been able to think clearly. In that bewildering moment, Erika had gotten the two of them out of there and to safety. She had known what to do. She had never before mentioned it or ever asked for any recognition for what she had done.

“You have,” he conceded quietly. “You have more than proven yourself, Erika. In every possible way.”

She smiled, a rare sight other than when using her Agiel on those who required it. She had the pride of a true Mord-Sith, and the devotion to duty.

He supposed that she had indeed proven that while she had left Darken Rahl and Hannis Arc, there was good reason and in turn she had proven loyal to him.

He considered her words about the others, though, realizing that there might be more to it. He didn’t like having to wo

rry about a knife in his back, so to speak.

“So which one?” he asked. “Which one would scheme against me behind my back?”

“The brunette. Alice. She is older than the others and her braid is longer—as if that is supposed to mean something to the rest of us. She is the one who first suggested we could leave Darken Rahl and instead throw our lot in with Bishop Arc. We thought such a thing was impossible. We were bonded to Lord Rahl, after all. You can’t so simply break such a bond.

“Darken Rahl sent Mord-Sith to visit any number of lands in his far-flung empire. On one such a mission, Alice had come here to the citadel. That was when she first met Hannis Arc.

“Several of the Mord-Sith with her died during the journey. Darken Rahl shrugged when she returned and reported losing several of her sister Mord-Sith. He said it was a dangerous place and it was to be expected. He considered the Mord-Sith to be an expendable asset. He had plenty of Mord-Sith and more than enough of any other woman he might want.

“Alice told us that it was then that she decided that if she ever had the chance, she would break her bond to the man.

“Then, one spring, he again sent some of us off to check up on the petty ruler here, Bishop Arc. Since she had been here before, Alice led us on that mission. During the journey she began to suggest that we could make it appear that our lives had been lost on the long mission to a far-off and dangerous place.”

As he listened, Ludwig stroked his thumb and first finger along the stiff upright collar to either side of his throat. “What made her think that Hannis Arc could take all of you in? After all, you were still bonded to his ruler.”

“I asked her that. I told her that leaving him is one thing, but we would still be linked to him through the power of that bond. He would know we were alive. Just leaving wasn’t a solution.

“She said that in this case it was. She said that on her first visit to Fajin Province, she had learned of Hannis Arc’s hatred for the House of Rahl. He told Alice that if she and any of her sisters ever wanted to leave Darken Rahl, he would provide refuge and with his power he could break their bond, replacing it with a bond to him instead.