Cursor's Fury (Codex Alera #3)(86)

Gaius regarded Cereus for a time, then simply nodded. "First Imperian must hold the northern pass from the Blackhills while Second Imperian secures the capital. I'm dispatching Third Imperian to your aid, but they cannot reach you before Kalare's forces. The Crown Legion, however, was on maneuvers south of the capital, and I ordered them to your aid within an hour of the first attack. They've been force-marching through the night, and Sir Miles should be arriving with his men within hours."

Cereus exhaled, evidently relieved. "Good, good. Thank you, old friend."

Gaius nodded, his stern features softening for a moment. Then he said, "There's no denying that you're still outnumbered, but all you need do is stand fast. I have already asked High Lords Placidus and Atticus to send relief forces to link up with Third Imperian. Aquitaine, Rhodes, and Parcia will be joining forces to retake the bridges over the Gaul."

Cereus nodded. "Once they do, you'll have Kalarus's Legions cut off from retreat or reinforcement."

Gaius's image nodded. "You have only to hold out, Macius. Don't risk your people on anything heroic."

"EXCELLENT ADVICE," boomed a voice that seemed to resonate up from the water of the pool. It rang off the walls around the little garden, unpleasant and sharp.

The pool stirred once more, and at its far side another shape rose-forming into a man Amara recognized as Kalarus Brencis, High Lord of Kalare. In person, he was not a particularly imposing figure of a man-tall, but thin, and his eyes always seemed sunken in shadows, giving his face a gaunt, stark look, his hair straight, fine, and limp. The figure formed from the waters of the fountain, though, was taller by half than the other forms there, and built with more apparent muscle than the actual Kalarus carried. "Gentlemen. Ladies. I trust, by now, that the shape of things to come is obvious to... well, not to everyone so much as to everyone who has survived." The image's teeth showed in a vulpine smile. "Thus far, at any rate."

Amara shot a glance at the image of Gaius. The First Lord looked from her to Cereus. The old High Lord sat very still and very quiet, not moving.

"Brencis," the First Lord said, his tone calm, "am I to understand that you are confessing before those here that you are to blame for these murders? And that you have unlawfully set your forces against those of your fellow High Lords?"

Kalarus's image turned to the First Lord's, and said, "I've looked forward to this since I was a boy, Gaius." He closed his eyes and exhaled in pleasure. "Shut your crowbegotten mouth, old man."

Kalarus's image clutched his hand into an abrupt fist, and the water-image of Gaius suddenly exploded into individual droplets that splashed back down into the pool.

Amara, and everyone else in the garden, drew in a sudden, sharp breath at Kalarus's display of power. He had simply cut the First Lord's contact through the pool, a show of furycrafting strength whose implications were terrifying. If Kalarus truly held as much or more power than the First Lord...

"Out with the old," Kalarus said, his image turning to address those in the garden. "And in with the new. Think carefully, fellow Alerans, which you would choose to be. We all know that the House of Gaius has failed. He has no heir and plays games with all the Realm at stake rather than accept his fall from power-and would drag each of you down to the grave with him. You can be a part of the next great age of Aleran civilization-or you can be paved under it."

Senator Arnos rose and faced Kalarus's image. "Your Grace," he said. "While your power and temerity are very much in evidence, surely you must see that your military position is untenable. Your opening moves have been audacious, but you cannot hope to prevail against the joined might of the other cities of the Realm and their Legions."