Side stories 21 – 23
<span style="font-weight:400">Two brothers stood on a balcony higher than all the others and gazed down on the lords beneath them. Behind them were four other lords, and to the older brother''s left was a woman with hair of blood and a dress of night.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you, Lord Imter, for arranging this game among the children. It''s amusing to see how their alliances and tactics reflect their house,” the older brotherplimented one of the lords in the back.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m d you approve, Lord Tineak.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Remember when we used to y that game, Oliver?” the older brother asked his younger sibling.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. You always insisted I take the role of watch while you yed the diplomat,” Oliver said, unable to hide his slight tone of bitterness.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And we never lost. We yed to each of our strengths and proved ourselves superior. Together, brother, we are unstoppable,” the older brother said, raising his drinking horn in a toast.
<span style="font-weight:400">“To being unstoppable, Felix,” Oliver answered, raising his own horn in a toast.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It warms my heart to know I still have you on my side. The lesser lords are growing restless, and ck ssers are bing more frequent. We need to be strong.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Have your men found anything on this Tyix character?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We summoned all the likely candidates; a scanner is testing them as we speak. We’ll have a better picture of the situation by the night''s end.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. Well then, I have a party to attend; we can talkter, brother.” Oliver said, waiving one hand and casually heading to a lower floor.
<span style="font-weight:400">The others were silent until he was gone before one of the lords standing back stepped forward and addressed Felix.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I have a man following him. We’ll know if he tries to intercept the report on the children.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you, Lord Sonom. What do you think the chances are?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Lord Imter spoke up to answer the question. “A sser with the ability to make other ssers? He would be a fool not to try and gain her.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We would be better off without her,” Felix muttered to himself. “Things are already bad enough without someone going around and ruining the bnce of the Gathering at every turn. If we find out who Tyix is, I want her dead.”
<span style="font-weight:400">That didn’t sit with Lord Rcher of the tower.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Arch-lord, please think about this before you act too hastily. Let my people study Tyix. If we can understand even a small portion of how she works, we could grow the power of everyone here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">It was a tempting offer. The main reason Felix wanted Tyix dead was to avert strife. If he or any of his current allies gained control of such a powerful tool, the others would unite against them to keep the bnce. But if they could share that power, it would only raise his faction even further above the wretches below.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Perhaps, but this decision can wait until after we find Tyix.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The red-haired woman chuckled at that, drawing the eyes of the lords around her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you have something to add, witch?” Lord Sonom spat at the woman.
<span style="font-weight:400">His anger only amused the woman.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not at all. Your search for the little Tyix has nothing to do with our deal.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The anger in Lord Sonom’s eyes dampened at the sound of the woman''s voice. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t help but be sucked into her beautiful tones.
<span style="font-weight:400">Felix was the only one who resisted her voice and asked the question the others would have if they could.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you implying that you know something about Tyix and how to catch her that we don’t?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not at all. Even if I do have that knowledge, what reason would I have to share it? I am already gaining one seat at the Gathering for my work; I don’t need a second.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The smile she gave Lord Tineak made it clear that if he needed her help capturing or killing Tyix, it would cost him more than an ind and a Title.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s good we won''t need you then. Now then, my lords, which of these children do you think are worth saving in the event of their house''s untimely demise?”
<span style="font-weight:400">And like that, the other lords gathered around to pick the children with enough value to be spared.
<span style="font-weight:400">***
<span style="font-weight:400">Mirage watched his sisters sleeping through the window. His heart ached to go to them, to spend time with them, to be the family they once had. But that wasn’t an option right now. He had worked too hard and given too much to ruin this chance he’d earned for them to enter the Grand Academy. They would get a chance to read and write, learn useful skills, and be offered positions as clerks or schrs. They would have everything he never had.
<span style="font-weight:400">He remained there watching them for a while longer before slipping off the roof and casting his illusion skill on himself to hide from any guard still looking for him. He needed to continue his work of spreading the faith of Tyix. A priest needed favor if they ever asked their deity for help, and he wanted to have as much as he could get in case his sisters ever needed him.
<span style="font-weight:400">***
<span style="font-weight:400">Lady Uy gazed fondly at her son sitting across from her in the handcart.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, Ivar, how was the gation?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Ivar beamed at her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It was just like you said. We are better than the other lords. You should have seen that sniveling wimp when I took his family''s pins! Here, I wanted to give them to you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her adorable little Ivar offered her two bronze coat pins with delicately carved ckstone heads. The way he smiled and moved made her proud. It had been worth using her leverage on those fools to provide her boy the opportunity to feel true power. Nothing built up a boy''s confidence like destroying one of his pears while others watched. After tonight, the whole Gathering would have to reevaluate where House Uy sat in the hierarchy.
<span style="font-weight:400">She patted him on the head.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you, these are lovely.”