Utgar frowned, the old sense of fear mixing with anger. He balled one hand into a fist, squeezing it tight, forcing his anger under control. In the Volcarren, he wouldn’t have allowed this. He would have either hid from his enemies, or destroyed them. Here he could do neither.
He took a breath and sat, forcing his anger to cool. His hand relaxed. “Tell me from the beginning,” he said. “What exactly did they do?”
Kirav looked up. His face was a bloody mess, and one wing was broken. He stood with his weight on one foot, the other just barely touching the ground.
“They followed me,” he said. “Almost the instant I left Helsng.”
“How many?”
“At least six soldiers. I saw them take off the moment I flew over the walls. They weren’t wearing armor – they were ready for a long flight. They were waiting for me, Utgar, I’m sure of it.”
“Or someone,” Vydar said from Utgar’s side. “They guessed we would send someone to the Volcarren.”
Utgar nodded, anger bubbling insolently within him.
“I tried to lose them close to the ground,” Kirav went on, “but… well it’s perfectly flat out there. Nothing to hide behind, no shadows. They caught up with me, and… there wasn’t anything I could do.”
“So they beat you, and then left you?”
“They told me to go back to Helsng,” Kirav said. “They said they’d be watching, and if I made for the Volcarren, they’d come back to finish the job. So I came back. I didn’t know what else to do. I’m sorry, Utgar. I failed.”
Utgar waved his words away. “You did all that could have been expected: you tried. Go, Kirav. Tend to your injuries, get some rest. Vydar and I will discuss what to do next.”
Kirav bowed his head, and backed out of the tent, allowing a single ray of early morning sunlight – red – to enter, before the tent flap fell back in place, plunging them again into semi-darkness.
Vydar turned to Utgar. “I know you’re wondering the same thing,” he said.
Utgar nodded slowly. “Why did they let him return? Why not kill him? We would never have known.”
“Or torture him for the location of the Wellspring?” Vydar said. “They must have guessed where he was headed. They could have found it, sealed it, and we wouldn’t have known that either.”
Utgar forced his anger under control. There was something here they were missing. He couldn’t afford to let his judgement be clouded by emotion. “Maybe that’s it,” he said slowly. “They must want us to know. Nothing else makes sense. They want us to know that they stopped Kirav. But… why?”
Vydar was silent for a moment. Then: “They want us in a corner. They want us to know we can’t reach the Wellspring in the Volcarren.” He turned to Utgar. “If they had killed or captured Kirav, we wouldn’t know. We’d still think the Wellspring could be reached. Now we know it can’t, and…”
“And Jandar’s on his way,” Utgar finished grimly. It was true: he had received word of Jandar’s request for a meeting only an hour ago. He was due any moment.
“They mean to demand something,” Vydar growled. “They have us right where they want us: powerless, all options removed, and now Jandar will arrive with the only way forwards.” He let out his breath in a low hiss. “He’ll try to make a deal, Utgar. He’ll try to force you into something. Don’t let him. We still—”
“I’m aware of the situation,” Utgar said wearily. “I know my priorities. I do not intend to compromise them.”
Vydar frowned. “But if—”
“Jandar!” a voice called from outside the tent. “Regent of Helsng and ambassador of the Emperor!”
A moment later, the tent flaps were thrust aside, held by two soldiers, and Jandar ducked inside. The tent flaps closed behind him – he was alone.
“Utgar,” he said, nodding to him. “Vydar.” He sat on the stool Utgar had requested, facing them.
“You said you wished to discuss things of importance,” Utgar said. “Speak.”
Jandar sat with the straight-backed posture of a soldier. He wore his breastplate, ornamented with blue and gold, but no other armor. “I dislike politics,” he said, “so I’ll get straight to the point: Neither of us want war. I’m getting too old for this sort of thing. All I want is to stay on my land in peace. And you, Utgar, want something quite similar, I believe. I know you didn’t ask for this rebellion. Unfortunately, the rebels and those who would join them see you as a symbol of hope, perhaps even a leader.”
There was no threat in the words; Jandar spoke with the simple efficiency and tone of a man conveying unfortunate facts. Jandar shook his head. “We have to do what we can to prevent things from escalating further, Utgar. I’m sure you and I are united in this. We have to stop this rebellion before it gets any worse.”
“How?” Vydar said, his eyes narrowed.
Utgar remained silent, watching Jandar.
Jandar clasped his hands and leaned forwards. “The rebels respect you,” he said, looking at Utgar. “And the people here, they practically revere you. You have sway with them, intentionally or not. Use it. Say you want peace. Denounce the rebellion.”
Neither Utgar nor Vydar spoke. There was more to come, Utgar was sure of it.
Jandar straightened. “Such an act wouldn’t stop the revolts elsewhere, of course,” he said. “But it could prevent one here, or at least delay it significantly. Surely you see the wisdom of this.”
“I see,” Utgar said slowly, “that you want me to do this. To denounce the rebellion. Quell the unrest for you. You are right: I could possibly stop a rebellion from forming in this city.” He fixed Jandar with a stare. “But why should I help the Empire?”
“You’d be helping yourself,” Jandar said. “You want safety for yourself and your daughter. I can provide that. Denounce the rebellion, and I will ensure that whatever comes, you and your daughter will not be a part of it. You have my word.”
“Your word,” Utgar repeated slowly. “I cannot trust the word of the Empire. You and I both know why.”
The three of them watched each other for a moment.
“If it was I who stole the Wellspring water,” Jandar said, a frown appearing on his face, “you surely cannot blame me. You gave the Empire no choice. You could have demanded anything, and we would have had to give it to you. You showed me that when you freed Leran.
“If indeed the Empire stole the Wellspring water, they did so only to level the field. Now we can negotiate with equal terms. Besides, whoever stole the water could have slain you at the same time, I’m sure. But they didn’t.”
“And this means we should trust you?” Vydar spat. “Because you stayed your blade, for fear of causing a riot?”
“No,” Jandar admitted. “But you should consider our motives. If we had wanted you dead, you would have been. All we want – all we’ve ever wanted – is peace. The same as you, Utgar.”
Utgar turned, and beckoned Vydar to lean closer. “He ordered the water taken,” he whispered so that Jandar couldn’t hear. “I don’t doubt that for a second. But what he says is true: that water was stored right next to where I and Runa sleep. If they reached the water, they could have reached us.”
“You don’t mean to trust him?” Vydar whispered back, incredulous.
“Of course not,” Utgar said. “But perhaps his words should be considered. There’s no denying that by denouncing the rebellion publicly, I could possibly prevent it here. At least for a time. I have no intention of letting him ‘protect’ us, but we might at least gain enough time to escape this situation.”
“No,” Vydar said, “you’d be far worse off than you are now.”
Utgar looked at him questioningly.
“If you denounce the rebellion,” Vydar said, “you’ll be sealing your fate. We have less than a thousand men, and nearly all of those are committed to helping the people here. If you denounce the rebellion, you’ll alienate all of them: laborers, Volcarrens, Vel… your guards will leave. Then the Empire can just walk in and take you if they want. You need those people, Utgar. You can’t afford to alienate them.”
Utgar looked down. Vydar was right. He couldn’t trust the Empire, and the only thing keeping them from him right now was the loyalty of the people of Helsng. He couldn’t afford to lose that. But then… did he have another choice? He needed to prevent the rebellion somehow.
Utgar considered. Jandar hadn’t mentioned the Wellspring. And the soldiers who had ambushed Kirav hadn’t even asked him any questions. Clearly, the Empire thought it could find the Wellspring on its own and seal it. They didn’t him anymore. The only leverage Utgar had was this. The rebellion, and his power over it.
Could Utgar forsake that? Could he denounce the rebellion? It was the only kind of deal Utgar could make to prevent a war. He grimaced. What kind of life would that be? He would have alienated the only people here who showed him kindness. Even his own Volcarrens would turn on him. He and Runa would be alone, friendless, in a hostile country.
And what of the Empire? Would they insist the Volcarrens return to the Wasteland? Utgar would have no power to prevent that. The Volcarrens would resist, the Empire would use force… it would be a slaughter. And he and Runa, they wouldn’t be able to escape. They would be involved.
There was no easy way out. The only way – the only way – Utgar could be sure of peace, lay within the vial around his neck. If he could get to the Wellspring here in Helsng and unseal it… then he could do what he should have done from the beginning: demand peace, whatever it took.
Doing that would turn the Empire against him. But perhaps that had always been inevitable. There was no reason to turn the people of Helsng against him as well.
He looked up at Jandar.
“I cannot denounce the rebellion,” he said. “Doing so would put me in a precarious situation – though I’m sure you already knew that.”
Jandar’s face conveyed nothing.
“As for your offer of protection,” Utgar said, “I must also refuse. I have seen how you treat the people in this city who are under your ‘protection’, and I have no desire to subject myself to the same rule.”
Jandar sighed, and stood. “Very well,” he said. “My offer still stands, should you reconsider. But if you don’t, and this rebellion happens, I hope you’ll remember that you could have prevented it. Every life lost will be on your hands, Utgar. Remember that. Whether or not you trust me… what happens next is your doing.”
He turned, and left.
Runa emerged from behind the partition which split the tent. Utgar wasn’t surprised to see her; she had listened to every meeting he had held in the tent, unseen in the back portion. He wanted her to know what was happening.
He sighed. “What do we do, Vydar?” he said. “It seems that every path to peace I consider leads instead to war.”
“We should have acted when we had the Wellspring water,” Vydar said. “But now that it’s gone… I don’t know. If there was a way we could reach the Wellspring here… but that keep is full of Imperial soldiers. We’ll have to bide our time. Wait for an opportunity.”
Utgar nodded. He didn’t like it, but it was the best plan they had.
“What about Haukeland?” Runa said, her voice small. She approached Utgar and put a soft hand on his arm. “Couldn’t we just… go there? I know the scouts haven’t returned, but…”
“They won’t return,” Utgar said wearily. “Haukeland was never an option, Runa. It was just a ploy by the Empire to gain them time, so that they could find a way to steal the water. That was why the deal was so one-sided. I have no doubt that the scouts I sent are at the bottom of the ocean now. If they even made it to a boat in the first place.”
“Couldn’t we go there anyway?” Runa said. “Or anywhere for that matter? Just… get away from here, from the rebellion.”
“We can’t leave,” Vydar said. “The Empire won’t let us – Kirav just demonstrated that.”
Utgar nodded, leaning back in the chair, looking at his daughter and wishing she didn’t have to consider such things. “We can’t run,” he said. “Neither can we hide. We could never go unnoticed in this land, with our skin and wings. Our only option is to wait for an opportunity to gain access to the keep.”
“Could we just surrender?” Runa said.
Utgar looked at her.
“I mean,” she said, “If we can’t run, and we don’t want to start a war, maybe we should just… surrender. Then we won’t be involved.”
“That would be no different than denouncing the rebellion,” Vydar said. “It would be worse, in fact. We’d be putting ourselves in the power of the Empire.”
Utgar nodded. “I can’t do that,” he said. “I can’t trust the Empire, Runa. Besides, you’ve seen how they treat their subjects. How much worse do you think they would treat their prisoners?”
Runa bit her lip and looked at the floor, silent.
“I’m sorry, Runa,” Utgar said. “There’s only one option. I think we all know that.” He pulled the vial from beneath his shirt and looked at it. The few drops of water within caught the dim lantern-light from overhead, sparkling. Only enough to be Valkyrie for a moment. Enough to unseal a Wellspring.
“I fear how the Empire will react,” he said.
“They can react however they like,” Vydar said, the light reflected in his dark eyes. “It won’t matter: you’ll be Valkyrie again. You can demand peace. You’ll get your wish, Utgar: no war. Maybe the Empire will need to change its laws, maybe the Emperor will have to be deposed – I don’t know. But with that Wellspring, you will have what you want.”
Runa looked up at Utgar. “I thought you said we couldn’t do that,” she said. “You said it would be a life of fear, the threat of assassins in the night…”
“Which is why I didn’t want to consider it,” Utgar said. He put his hand over hers, which still rested on his arm. “I’m sorry, Runa. The Empire has left me no other choice. I’ll take a life of fear over a life of war. This is the only way.”
Runa nodded, though her eyes were wide.
“Don’t worry,” Utgar said, drawing her close. She leaned her head against his shoulder. A familiar, soft pressure. “We will have peace. We’ll need to figure out a way to get in the keep. It may take some time, and it won’t be easy, but we will have peace. I promise you.”
He looked down, and Runa looked up into his eyes, and then nodded.
“Peace,” she whispered.