《I Am The Lord-Mayor》 Chapter 1: Avatars and how to Bless Them My life had ended. Was it possible to cognitively recognize that fact? From the moment I was impacted by that speeding car, to the exact moment that my brain entered shock and ceased proper function ¨C it was a millisecond, but still enough time for me to reflect on anything that I had done. All the excitement, joy, embarrassment, sadness. I awoke again at the foot of a gigantic marble throne, and sat upon it was an unearthly beauty with flowing gold hair and a white cloak that blew in a supernatural breeze. She smirked at my gaping maw. ¡°Rejoice mortal, you have been chosen by me!¡± I clambered to my feet on unsteady legs and tried to understand where I was. An infinite void of white nothing stretched in every direction, the only landmark being the throne and two rows of marble pillar lining the sides of an invisible room. ¡°Where am I? Who are you?¡± She held a hand to her buxom chest and smirked, ¡°I am Celeste, goddess of wealth, industry, prosperity and fertility! The patron deity of the mighty Laddite Church!¡± Of course ¨C I didn¡¯t understand any of what she was saying. All of those titles were new to me. And despite her good looks and our surroundings, she looked like any normal person from back home. ¡°And why am I here?¡± ¡°Fufufu. Mortal, surely you already know! Tales such as this were very popular on your home world, were they not?¡± My mind travelled to several different places before settling on a vague memory of what she was talking about, one of my friends in school was really into those kinds of stories, but not me. ¡°¡­Uh. I was never really into that kind of thing.¡± ¡°Hm?¡± ¡°I preferred more¡­ traditional writing.¡± Celeste blinked, once, twice, before waving me away with a shift of her pedicured hand, ¡°It is of no concern. I merely wish to bestow a second chance upon you! And for the small payment of becoming my avatar!¡± ¡°And that means?¡± ¡°Spreading the good word of the church, performing great deeds, slaying evil in my name¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m not much of a fighter, or a speaker.¡± She looked down upon me with frustration in her golden eyes, ¡°Those are mere trifles, easily fixable by a deity such as myself. I am offering you the chance to become something greater than you are now, yet you reject it so easily¡­¡± She reached into my skull and retrieved one of my eyes, incinerating it in her palm with a golden flame. ¡°As foolhardy as you are, and as liable as you are to reject my help ¨C I will grant you a gift to ensure your continued survival.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°I will hear nothing of it, young man. Consider it a gift.¡± Despite having one of my eyes torn from my skull, I felt no pain, nor was there any bleeding. Before I could consider her words any further, she summoned a golden orb in place of my old eye, and slotted it back into the vacant space. For a moment to new organ felt like a foreign presence in my mind, but after adjusting it proved to be even better than my old eye. ¡°This is the King¡¯s Eye,¡± she explained, ¡°It will grant you the power of rule. The common man¡¯s knowledge shall be yours, all you need do is ask.¡± Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. An inhuman knowledge filled my mind like a screed of instructions for something much more mundane. The King¡¯s Eye. A godly power that allowed me to copy the knowledge of any living being and transfer it to myself or another. The eye also granted me enhanced cognition, and the ability to see through surfaces. ¡°Why did you give me this?¡± I asked. The goddess smiled glibly, ¡°If you so chose to be a mundane man, then the King¡¯s Eye will be nothing more than an inconvenience. If you chose to be the avatar I wish you to be, it will be an invaluable tool.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not what I meant.¡± She finally relented with a sigh, ¡°Listen child, the Laddite church is in a sorry state of affairs, no thanks to those bigoted nobles and their stupid false religions. My follows are expelled from the cities, our holy artefacts are looted and defiled, and moment by moment I grow weaker as the grip of our faith wanes. ¡°You can spend your time chasing tail for all I care, the only thing I ask from you in return is to remember this favour ¨C and if given the chance, assist my followers come what may. Can you do that much at least?¡± I didn¡¯t really want to sign myself up to be a prophet for her religion or whatever, but the prospect of a second life was an innately attractive one. I hadn¡¯t had enough of my old one, which had been brutally cut short by a careless driver. I mulled over my options for a moment, ¡°What would happen to me if I refused your offer?¡± ¡°Your soul would ascend to the spirit world, but I must warn you, it is very very boring. So very dull those spirits.¡± I didn¡¯t really have any idea what the spirit world was or what made it so boring. And to that, I concluded that the devil I knew was more attractive than the devil I didn¡¯t. I knew what it was like to be alive, and what was the worst that could happen? Short of dying again. ¡°I use this power you gave me to do whatever I like, and help out the Laddite church if I can?¡± ¡°Yes, yes. You aren¡¯t the first young mortal I¡¯ve sent on a similar path.¡± ¡°Alright. I¡¯ll do it.¡± ¡°Wonderful!¡± she claps her hands together, and suddenly my clothes changed from my normal, casual outfit to something out of a high fantasy world. A long, navy blue coat with a gold trim, wool slacks dark in colour, and a rather uncomfortable white undershirt. My trainers had been supplanted for a pair of rough leather boots. ¡°That should allow you to fit in a little better, and if you may ¨C check your pockets.¡± I slipped my right hand into one of the coat pockets and pulled out two things. The first was a piece of black leather fashioned into a black eyepatch, not of the pirate variety ¨C it was more of a headband that dipped down to cover one side of my face. The other was a small tome bound in red fabric. I opened a random page and found a dry history lesson about some place called the ¡°Black Coast,¡± complete with images of heraldry and military uniforms. ¡°What are these for?¡± Celeste pointed to the book in my right hand, ¡°That is a helpful guide to the place you are going. It contains all of the knowledge that your average adult living there would know. I suggest you study up if you wish to fit in.¡± ¡°And the eyepatch?¡± ¡°Unfortunately, some people foolishly believe that they can steal our powers by retrieving our holy gifts. I¡¯ve had many such cases where one of my avatars had an eye scooped out. Your eyes are now of a different shade to each other, cover one with the patch and protect yourself. And only entrust that information to your closest allies.¡± I shuddered to think. Heeding her words, I covered the King¡¯s Eye with the eyepatch and slipped the band under my messy hair. When I looked back up, Celeste was looking through some kind of magical portal zooming over a vast landscape, ¡°Where to drop you? Hm. That seems interesting.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°A caravan of travellers in neutral territory. Nothing too dangerous around, and surely you¡¯ll find your way with their assistance.¡± Before I could ask any further questions, she snapped her fingers, and a grassy field appeared under my feet in a circle. ¡°Bye! Good luck!¡± ¡°Wait!¡± I fell through the hole and flat onto my back. As the breath escape from my lungs, I could only wonder what was in store for me in this new world. My hands clutched the green grass and pulled it out of the ground, for a moment ¨C I rejoiced in being able to feel and live again. I heard the sound of someone¡¯s voice calling to me. I sat up and twisted around, see a group of people travelling along a dirt road behind me. Horse-drawn carts of all shapes and sized passed me by, but one had pulled over to the side of the road. An old man with a thick, rust coloured beard waved to me. I got to my feet and walked over, curious as to why he was so interested in me. It was time to make a first impression. Chapter 2: Survive Together ¡°What the heck are you doing all the way out here?¡± he asked me, ¡°I didn¡¯t expect to see anybody but us this far away from the Kingdom.¡± My brain scrambled to conjure a convincing cover story, ¡°I was just¡­ exploring. Surviving, you know.¡± I didn¡¯t know how convincing that was considering I was freshly trimmed and dressed up like a costume party buccaneer. The man shook his head, ¡°You¡¯re madder than a barrel of wolves if you think it¡¯s worth staying out here on your lonesome.¡± ¡°Where are you all going?¡± I questioned in return. The old man tipped his straw hat upwards and huffed loudly, his breath stunk of tobacco. The cart he was driving was full to the brim with food, furniture and wooden planks. ¡°We don¡¯t know. We¡¯re going to keep going until we find a good place to stop.¡± The tail of the convoy was fast approaching, and despite my lone survivalist backstory, I did not want to be left alone in the middle of the wilderness. ¡°You don¡¯t even know where you¡¯re going? But there are so many of you,¡± by my count ¨C at least sixty people of all ages. Some came in families, others on their own. I felt the eye concealed beneath my patch swell with some kind of force. The man was outlined in gold, like I was looking at him through a scope. I ventured to lift the patch from my eye, and when I did a flood of information filled my vision. I could see his age, his name, his affiliations and even his job. Alongside that was a long list of individual skills from the mundane to the strange; cooking, cleaning, woodcutting, furniture carving, flute playing¡­ I snapped the cover back down and the outline faded. What was that? ¡°What¡¯s your name, stranger?¡± ¡°Shane. Shane Blackwood.¡± He smiled a smile with several missing and yellowed teeth, ¡°Emmerich. Nice to meet you Shane.¡± Much to my amazement, the name matched the one I saw through the eye. So this was the power that Celeste gave me? A way for me to appraise the people around me so I could plunder their skills like some kind of hoarder. Emmerich looked to the front of the convoy and could barely contain his frustration, ¡°Oh for heaven¡¯s sake. It looks like we¡¯re settling down here for the night.¡± I walked backward and looked to the head of the train, where several of the carts had peeled away to form a circle. A temporary encampment to protect themselves in the wilderness. ¡°You in a hurry?¡± I asked. ¡°I don¡¯t reckon there¡¯s much here for us,¡± he explained, ¡°But some of them younger lads like to take their chances.¡± ¡°I think I¡¯ll stick around for the time being,¡± I said, ¡°If you don¡¯t mind my company.¡± ¡°Do as you please, we¡¯re all friends out here.¡±
I¡¯d taken a moment to step out from the circle as the night fell. I found a nearby hill and clambered to the top of it. The moonlight illuminated a beautiful looking bay, with clear water and tall, natural pillars that reminded me of rural China. I fished the book from my pocket and examined the notes in more detail. It was a dense read, and there was little prospect of me absorbing it all in one go. I flipped through until something caught my interest. A detailed map of a large continent. There was no name attached to it, but I suspected that it was a map of the world I had been transported to. There was another copy of the map where borders and colours had been used to separate the various nations. In some places the borders were clean and well defined, while in others they were spotted and intertwined with each other like the pelt of a cheetah. The map was too large scale for me to use in a local sense. I had no idea where we were, or what bay we were camped out at. If I could press some information out of Emmerich, maybe I could triangulate our location by using the nation''s borders¡­ Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. I slammed the book shut and headed back to the camp before the cold seeped into my bones. The fires that the wanderers were huddled around could be seen for miles, but there was safety in numbers, and Emmerich had insisted that this land belong to no-one. The rare piece of unclaimed Earth in a world defined by borders and warriors. Emmerich was alone near his own cart, away from the jovial tales of the others. ¡°There¡¯s a lot of people out here,¡± I observed. ¡°Aye, there¡¯s no shortage of vagrants wandering these lands now,¡± the older man sighed, the fire tickled his bearded face and illuminated the valleys and crags worn into them by years of turmoil, ¡°The Kingdoms have been foolish, and scorned those who build the foundations they lay upon. Corruption, strife and hunger. They rot from the inside.¡± ¡°It¡¯s all so familiar,¡± I pondered aloud, ¡°The only thing I can say is that kings can¡¯t be trusted, and if you want to see a change ¨C you have to be the one to bring it about yourself.¡± He nodded, ¡°A place of our own, free from those meddling nobles. Now that¡¯s an idea I can get behind.¡± ¡°If only it were that easy.¡± ¡°Every great City started somewhere.¡± ¡°I suppose that¡¯s true.¡± ¡°In the old days, people would just take their claim on a spot and build an entire village there within a month. That didn¡¯t last. Now every two-bit noble wants to claim divine right on the land that is rightfully ours. To collect taxes from the men and women who work themselves to the bone in exchange for nothing more than their prattle and tyranny.¡± I felt the King¡¯s Eye pulse again. I peeled off the cover and looked to see what new information it would provide me. I was nearly blinded as dozens of golden outlines appeared. Under the ground, in the forest, flowing rivers that came to and fro, and even the animals that roamed in the forests for miles around. It overloaded my brain for a moment before I realized what it was trying to show me. Resources. Trees, ores, clean water, food to collect. The King¡¯s Eye had seen it all and transmitted that information to me. I closed off the magic instrument and took a moment to consider where it was pushing me. I wasn¡¯t stupid ¨C the eye has reacted to the conversation we were having, prodding me and telling me that this was an ideal place to settle that very village that Emmerich was wistfully dreaming up next to me. ¡°This place, why don¡¯t you stop here?¡± Emmerich¡¯s brow quirked, ¡°Here?¡± I held out my arms, ¡°There are many resources here if you¡¯re willing to look.¡± He gave me a sceptical glare, ¡°And I suppose you¡¯ve prospected everything we¡¯ll need yourself, have you?¡± ¡°There¡¯s water, fertile ground, wood, ore to mine, what else could you need?¡± Emmerich sighed, ¡°It¡¯ll be a hard sell for the rest of them. Many of them want to keep moving until they find the perfect home.¡± ¡°They¡¯re not going to find perfect,¡± I insisted, ¡°One day, you¡¯re going to have to settle down somewhere.¡± He leant forward on the fallen tree, a glimmer of excitement in his tired eyes. ¡°Ah, but to start our own village, our own city!¡± ¡°We would have to worry about the surrounding Kingdoms.¡± ¡°Aye. But with the conflict within their own borders, many of these less developed places have been abandoned. These used to be nothing more than a military outpost for watching the coast, you can see the tower from here.¡± He pointed through the fog to a nearby hill, where a vague black pillar stretched out from the ground and travelled up three stories. ¡°On a clear day, it¡¯s a good position to keep watch.¡± ¡°Do you think there are any buildings we could repurpose?¡± ¡°No. The armies to the east prefer to use tents for their soldiers. They would have taken it with them when they left for home.¡± Emmerich seemed more and more enthused by the idea by the second. I found myself feeling the same way. What better way to get a new start in a new world? I didn¡¯t know what I could contribute to the process of founding a village, but I wanted to be there and see it progress. ¡°If they¡¯re planning on moving on, we¡¯ll need to ask people if they want to say.¡± Emmerich nodded, ¡°I¡¯ll pull a few strings, and see what they think. I¡¯m tired of travelling.¡± Chapter 3: Laying Down Claims I slept restlessly in a sleeping bag provided to me by Emmerich. The fabric it was made from was coarse and uncomfortable, but it beat sleeping on the ground when the night was so cold. The next morning at the crack of dawn, Emmerich woke me and dragged me to a small meeting with several other members of the caravan. They regarded me with suspicion, as they were right to, they didn¡¯t know anything of me aside from what Emmerich had told them. ¡°A lot of folks were interested in that idea of yours, but there are some others who¡­¡± ¡°Did you really take this guy¡¯s word for it Emmerich?¡± one of the men asked, cutting off his explanation. He had a long, scraggly beard and a bald spot atop his head. Emmerich sighed and rubbed his hands together, ¡°Call it the whim of an old man, Jeremiah. For some reason I have a good feeling about him.¡± ¡°I need more assurances than just good feelings, Emmerich. At the very least, we¡¯ll need to prospect this area to make sure we have everything we need. Clean water, fertile ground, and materials to build with.¡± I tapped the side of my head impatiently, ¡°I can assure you that there is all that and more.¡± ¡°A youngster like you hasn¡¯t worked a day in his life, how can you be so confident?¡± I held my tongue. There was no need to out my own secret so easily to a complete stranger, ¡°I¡¯ve been here for a while now, I¡¯ve explored the area thoroughly.¡± Using my magic eye of course, but they didn¡¯t need to know that, ¡°However, if it will abate your concerns ¨C you can do as you please. But first, allow me to specify where you should begin, surely doing that will prove my competence to you. If not, you can call me the idiot that I rightly am.¡± Jerimiah seemed reluctant to even give me that much, but Emmerich patted me on the shoulder, ¡°A good idea. How about you show us this clean water you were speaking of?¡± I¡¯d memorized the baring of the river versus where we were from when I scanned the area. The water there was mostly clean, with a little filtration it would be perfectly drinkable. I also saw a large aquifer under the ground that would make wells and more advanced forms of extraction easy. Those technological marvels were beyond me. All I knew was what the eye showed me, I would have to rely on other people to do some of the thinking later. I pointed through the treeline and towards the river, ¡°Are you aware of the river that runs through the woods there?¡± Jerimiah, who seemed to hold some position of authority over the others, nodded, ¡°Yes. That will do for a small number of travellers like us.¡± ¡°There¡¯s also water under our feet. We could tap it using a well.¡± Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. ¡°A safe assumption and nothing more,¡± he insisted still. ¡°Not to mention the hills here are rich in natural resources. The sea waters are filled with fish we could catch. And there is plentiful wildlife to hunt on the land. There¡¯s a reason the Kingdom was keeping an eye on this place. They probably had it marked down for future settlement.¡± My reasoning was sound, and Jerimiah finally seemed to get the picture that I was painting. If this place, untouched for years, wasn¡¯t good enough - what was? I had never built a village before, the extent of my knowledge came from years of playing PC games, but the logic was much the same. Every human needed three things to live, water, food, and a shelter. We could build our own shelter with the manpower present, or even take temporary refuge in some of the covered wagons. Water was close by, and food would be delivered by bow and by plow. Jerimiah bit his lip as he thought over what I¡¯d said. ¡°I¡¯m not trying to intrude. I have no right to tell you what you should or shouldn¡¯t do,¡± I said, ¡°But I have a good feeling about this place. It could be something special.¡± Jerimiah turned to the assembled men and women, who spoke amongst themselves about the logistics of setting up shop here. Emmerich removed his hand from my shoulder and nodded. ¡°You¡¯re a charmer Shane. Not many people can get Jerimiah to wilt like that.¡± ¡°He hasn¡¯t made a decision just yet,¡± I replied. That decision wasn¡¯t going to be made on the spot. The conversation between the convoy leaders continued for nearly an hour while we waited. The huddle eventually broke away and Jerimiah rendered his judgement, ¡°Alright, young boy ¨C we¡¯ll give this place a shot. We¡¯ll study it, make sure it has everything we need, and then we¡¯ll consider your proposal.¡± I didn¡¯t have much riding on this to be honest. But it did feel like a small victory for the time being. Emmerich and I wandered back to his cart, the greying elder seemed to have a spring in his step, ¡°This takes me back!¡± he smiled, ¡°Back to the good old days of taming the wilds.¡± I took a seat on a fallen tree and considered what I was going to do next. Sticking around (hopefully with Emmerich¡¯s permission) seemed to be the best option for the time being. I needed to feel things out and ask a few questions, ¡°Are you a Laddite?¡± Emmerich turned on his heel to face me, ¡°Why do you ask?¡± ¡°News doesn¡¯t travel this far. But I heard about some of the troubles that were happening before I left.¡± Emmerich nodded, ¡°I¡¯m not such a devotee myself, but many of the people travelling in our party are. Expelled from townships and cities by zealous noblemen. A terrible turn of events, if you ask me ¨C good honest folks minding their own business, attacked and robbed blind! The whole world¡¯s gone mad.¡± And I was supposed to be the one to change that? I didn¡¯t see any holy crusades in my future. ¡°There¡¯ll always be people who try to start trouble.¡± ¡°True, but it becomes a problem when it¡¯s people who have all the power! Then every stupid impulse that runs through their deadened minds can be put into action. My old village was emptied almost overnight. Soldiers coming and harassing Laddites, vandalizing their homes and stealing their property.¡± ¡°And then?¡± ¡°Well, with all the people gone, there wasn¡¯t much of a village left. I couldn¡¯t make a living as a woodcutter in a village with no customers, so the few that were left packed up their things too. Ghost villages like that are cropping up all over the Kingdoms.¡± I was familiar with some economic phenomena that were similar to that, a wide-scale recession of the local economy. And when that happens people try to move to where the work is. ¡°Anyway, why do you ask?¡± ¡°Just curious.¡± ¡°Be careful who you ask! Some people are still rightly upset about it, and those teeth of yours are too nice to lose in a cock fight.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll keep that in mind.¡± Chapter 4: Breadbasket The survey of the area took the rest of the day, during which time I tried to become more familiar with the limits of my deity given power. Besides it¡¯s amazing ability to find things through solid objects, I discovered that it could also give me information about what each person was capable of doing. A personalized resume of their work, or to put it more crudely, a stat-sheet like what I¡¯d have seen in an RPG back home. How one could quantify real lived experience as a number on a ghostly spreadsheet was a mystery. I discovered this by testing it on Emmerich. True to his word, the eye revealed that he was a ¡®level 50¡¯ woodcutter. He had a few dozen of these different skills, but none were as developed as that. Cooking, cleaning, building and hunting were just some of the talent¡¯s he¡¯d honed over decades of life. Not only could I see what his talents were, but I could also see his name, job-title, affiliation (presently listed as ¡®freeman¡¯,) and his age. I practically knew everything there was to know about the man just from a single glance. I decided against violating the privacy of every other person in the camp. I had gotten what I needed already. There were more secrets to this eye than I initially thought. Jeremiah returned as the sun was starting to set beyond the horizon once more. He seemed somewhat displeased to say it, but he had good news for us. ¡°Seems that your boy has convinced the others that this is the place.¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°Only a few are willing to keep on going, and they have carts of their own. Most of the folks think it¡¯s a swell idea to settle down here. Everything we need to get a fresh start.¡± I shrugged, ¡°It was only a suggestion. Anyway ¨C shouldn¡¯t you be happy that this pilgrimage is over?¡± ¡°I ain¡¯t much a fan of being on the road to be sure, it¡¯s dangerous and no place to raise a family these days.¡± ¡°Where are we going to start?¡± Emmerich stood from his log, ¡°We don¡¯t have much. We¡¯re going to have to stick together for the time being. Get woodcutting going, building some shelter, and then finding food and water.¡± Jeremiah stroked his beard in introspection, ¡°We can sleep in the carts for now. That¡¯ll keep us out of the rain at least. All the farmers are chomping at the bit to get their fields staked out and planted. But that poses us a little problem, how are we going to decide who gets what land?¡± He reached into his leather coat and unfurled a piece of aged parchment between us. On it was a crudely drawn map of the bay area. Jeremiah pointed to an area inland, ¡°This is the most fertile ground according to them.¡± ¡°Wouldn¡¯t it make sense to give them as much as they can manage?¡± ¡°You¡¯re more trusting than I am. Wouldn¡¯t put it past some of those folks to grab as much as they can so they can sell it off later.¡± ¡°We should at least make sure everyone gets the same,¡± Emmerich concluded, ¡°I don¡¯t want no fights being started so soon after we set down.¡± As I looked down at the map I felt a familiar tingle in my covered eye. It was trying to tell me something again. I flip up the eyepatch again and watched as the inked scribbles on the map projected outwards in a golden glow. A three-dimensional map of intense detail spread out over the small circle that I and Emmerich had occupied for the past three days. I waved my hand through it to discover that it wasn''t a solid. ¡°Is something wrong?¡± Emmerich asked. I shook my head and approached the fertile land that Jeremiah had described to me. Patches of the ground glowed a light green colour. I could feel the gears turning in my head once again. What if say, a level five farmer was given a plot of land there? The map responded to my request, and a small parcel of the open plains was highlighted in blue. The workable area that the imaginary farmer could manage on their own. I ordered the map to zoom closer. I could see the induvidual trees, hills and rock formations that made up the landscape now ¨C and the outline of a hypothetical farm house on the area that I had chosen. ¡°Is something interesting about that patch o¡¯ ground? Jeremiah chuckled. Neither of them could see what I was seeing. It was at that moment that I realized the full extent of the eye¡¯s power, this was the king¡¯s eye. I had been given the power to build something special. A city for the weary and fed-up, a refuge for those Laddites that she had insisted I help any way I could. I could see what people could do, I could use maps and charts to organize things with godly efficiency, I could delegate and organize of a level that would normally take hundreds and hundreds of people. ¡°I think the more experienced farmers should get more land.¡± ¡°¡­Naturally.¡± ¡°But we can¡¯t just settle things like that for good. How many farmers are in this convoy?¡± Jeremiah took a moment to count them up on his fingers, ¡°Twenty in all, I¡¯d say.¡± I looked back down to my map. ¡°If we divide the fertile land available to us by twenty, and place them equidistant to each other ¨C that means that should they desire they could expand their farm to a new size.¡± The holographic farms multiplied and spread out across the green field, some larger than others. ¡°A good idea,¡± Jeremiah admitted with a tilt of his head, ¡°We could measure out what we have and divide it up between the people who want it.¡± ¡°And if more farmers come?¡± Emmerich asked. ¡°That¡¯s a problem for another day,¡± I admitted, ¡°But¡­ I¡¯m sure that there¡¯s more fertile land available here. Maybe not as suitable as this plot here, but good enough to make a living and support the town.¡± The map zoomed out and displayed several other patches of fertile land to me. They were a good distance away from where we were. We¡¯d need to consider a network of roads to make travel easier. ¡°I¡¯ll put it to them and see what they think,¡± Jeremiah nodded, ¡°With any luck we¡¯ll have fields planted and ready to go before the end of the week.¡± I closed the map and blinked my vision clear as it adjusted to the low light of the forest. There were other concerns running through my mind. ¡°Jeremiah, are you the leader of the convoy?¡± He shook his head, ¡°There are no leaders. We banded together out of common interest.¡± ¡°We need someone to make decisions, or a group of people.¡± ¡°And you¡¯re proposing yourself?¡± ¡°I never said that. Camaraderie is good, but it¡¯ll only take us for far if other people begin living here. Who are we to tell them what to do?¡± ¡°He has a point,¡± Emmerich agrees. ¡°But the thought of any nobleman taking claim over the place is probably unpalatable.¡± This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. ¡°For certain.¡± ¡°So let¡¯s try something new. Let¡¯s say in a month from now ¨C we let everyone here cast a vote. Every good town needs a mayor, don¡¯t you think?¡± Jeremiah¡¯s face twisted in visible trepidation, ¡°Voting huh. Can¡¯t say I ever heard of a town that tried anything like that.¡± ¡°There aren¡¯t any nobles here,¡± I argued, ¡°This is the perfect chance for you to assert control of your own destiny, so to speak. And when quarrels start to happen someone needs to be the last stop for them.¡± He relented, ¡°I guess you¡¯re right. As much as I¡¯d hate to let any of those freaks take over, having someone to have the final say is important.¡± ¡°We could have a council of people to take care of things, representatives to make sure everyone gets their voice heard. Like someone to keep an eye on the farmers.¡± ¡°Woah there, let¡¯s just get the fields seeded first,¡± Jerimiah insisted, ¡°We can worry about who¡¯s in charge of what later.¡± I sat back down, ¡°Sorry, I got a little eager there.¡± Jerimiah left us to go speak with the farmers in question. I hoped that our solution would please all of them for the time being, as unrealistic as that was. ¡°You have a leader¡¯s head on those shoulders,¡± Emmerich chuckled, taking a swig from his cup. ¡°Nobody¡¯s going to take my word for anything. I don¡¯t even know most of these people like you do.¡± ¡°Maybe that¡¯s a good thing. An unbiased eye to make sure we¡¯re on the right track.¡± I¡¯m not sure I agreed with that.
I had decided to try and spend my time productively while Jerimiah wrangled the farmers into agreeing with our plan. I sought out the surveyor who had drawn the original map and asked him for a copy of my own ¨C which he gave me in return for a promise of a favour in the near future. Mine was slightly more refined that the one Jerimiah had, but I had little need of drawn detail when the King¡¯s Eye was capable of turning into a map that would make a video game blush from envy. My investigation into the state of the caravan was interrupted by a firm hand on my shoulder. I turned and came face to face with Jerimiah. ¡°Hey, I was looking for you.¡± ¡°How did it go?¡± ¡°I managed to get them on board, after a lot of arguing. But now they¡¯re all up in arms about how to fairly cut the land up.¡± I glanced back at the cart I had just visited, ¡°I just talked with the surveyor, can¡¯t they do it?¡± ¡°Not at the moment they can¡¯t. Too busy working on the charts.¡± I looked down and saw a bag of wooden stakes in one hand and a mallet in the other, ¡°Let me guess ¨C they¡¯ve asked you to go measure them out?¡± ¡°They did. But short of counting how many steps it takes from one end of the field to the other¡­¡± ¡°You¡¯ll be there all day if you do it like that.¡± He shrugged, ¡°Don¡¯t see any better way to do it.¡± ¡°You want me to help?¡± Jerimiah nodded, ¡°You seem educated, and that coat¡­¡± The implications in his words were clear. I understood his trepidation, I don¡¯t know why Celeste insisted that I try to fit in, before adorning me with a silken coat that probably cost more than your average house. ¡°Don¡¯t ask me about the coat. Come on, let¡¯s go get this done with before they start throwing punches.¡± I followed Jerimiah out of the forest and to the fertile land. It was a twenty-minute walk. My legs were screaming in frustration by the end of it. Jerimiah dumped the stakes and the mallet down onto the ground and slicked back his messy brown hair. ¡°Now¡­ where do we start?¡± I pulled the map from my pocket and unfurled it. ¡°Ideally we could measure it using some tools and just divide it by twenty, but since that¡¯s out of the question ¨C we just have to do it by eye.¡± Magical, godly eye. Obviously. I summoned my magic map and zoomed in until the four edges of the fertile land were in clear view. I marked a corridor down the middle for a future road to be built. I summoned the ghostly farms and spread them out across what remained. Amazingly as I placed them down on the ground, they appeared in the real world in much the same manner. Timber frames and rustic looking windows outline in a glowing gold. But more importantly, the exact dimensions of each plot were visible on the ground below us. I grabbed the bag and the mallet and slammed the first one into the dirt where the edge of the farm hovered slightly above the ground. Jerimiah kept his silence as I walked across and began to hammer each one down in sequence. After the first dozen, and meandering between some of the pegs to try and see if they were even, he became content to let me handle the measurements. An hour later and we were only half done. I had underestimated the size of the land that we were trying to cover. ¡°I was going to ask you back at the camp, but why the eyepatch? You¡¯re not some kinda¡¯ pirate, are you?¡± ¡°Pirate? I¡¯ve never been on a ship in my life.¡± He hadn¡¯t noticed the difference in colour between my two eyes somehow. Perhaps it wasn¡¯t the type of observation that he¡¯d make. I decided to put the truth out there before it became too much of a burden, ¡°I have a special eye, see?¡± I pointed to the wheat coloured orb with my finger, ¡°And when it¡¯s not covered, it blinds me with a bunch of crap I don¡¯t want to see all the time.¡± ¡°¡­That¡¯s how you knew where all the resources were!¡± he concluded. ¡°Keep it on the down-low, please. I know some people are superstitious about that kind of thing.¡± Whack! I planted another stake into the ground. ¡°Okay. I¡¯ll give you that much. So these plots¡­¡± ¡°Accurate to the foot.¡± ¡°If I knew you could do that, I would have asked you in the first place.¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t know I could do this either. You learn something new every day.¡± Jeremiah scratched his beard, ¡°I feel kinda¡¯ bad about knowing that now.¡± ¡°Pay me back with a secret of your own then.¡± Jerimiah took a moment to conjure a random factoid about his life, ¡°Uh. There ain¡¯t much to tell. I used to run a bakery back in Red Cliffs.¡± ¡°A bakery, sounds like good work.¡± ¡°It was. I took a lot of pride in it. Best bread in the city is what I¡¯d tell ¡®em.¡± ¡°But you aren¡¯t in this convoy for fun.¡± ¡°No sir. I ain¡¯t. Those Lomarac bastards decided they wanted our patch of land for themselves and forced us out. For all their talk about being too good for the rest of us, they¡¯re a dirty bunch when you have something that they want.¡± The name tickled the recognition centre in the back of my mind. The Lomarac family was a big one, with branches that stretched out and touched several major cities and courts. They were one of the main groups to note in the notebook that Celeste had given me. He entered an uncomfortable and irritable silence for the rest of the hour, the memory leaving a bad taste in his mouth. I was glad to see the end of the task. My back was aching something fierce. I had planted all of the stakes perfectly, cutting out twenty equally sized plots, plus space for a road to run through the middle in the future. I stood up and groaned as my body protested. ¡°Happy that¡¯s done,¡± I muttered. I looked out over the field and admired my work for just a moment longer. I pulled out the map once more and dismissed the ghostly buildings. In the future this would be a bustling farm community. For now it was unclaimed land. Jerimiah interjected with an intrusive thought, ¡°I don¡¯t know if I can trust you just yet, but you seem to have a good head on your shoulders. Thank you kindly for doing all this.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it. Hopefully the farmers will be happy.¡± We endured the long walk back to the camp together. I followed Jerimiah to the huddle of farmers who had gathered around one of the fires, ¡°Folks, we¡¯ve finished. There are twenty pieces of good farming land out there with your names on ¡®em.¡± This elicited a cheer from the group, who were excited to get back to work. ¡°Got to give a hand to my new friend here, he did some good work measuring them for you all. So make the most of it.¡± I received a good deal of firm handshakes and verbal ¡®thank yous¡¯ from the group. Eager to lay a claim on each plot, they quickly shuffled out of the camp and headed down the way we came. I turned back to Jeremiah, ¡°How many people will that feed?¡± ¡°Back in the old city, not enough ¨C but now that we¡¯re living somewhere a little more remote, it¡¯ll be enough for everyone in the convoy and then some. The only problem is money.¡± ¡°Money?¡± ¡°All we have is what we brought with us, and for some folks that isn¡¯t much at all.¡± I wasn¡¯t expecting them to give away the fruits of their labour for free. That would make things too easy. But it did pose an important question. How would the town¡¯s economy develop when we only had such a limited amount of coinage? Would one person hoard as much as possible? Did everyone have what they needed to live here? And what would we do if we needed to make more? ¡°Can I have a look at one of these coins?¡± Jeremiah obliged by digging into the pouch attached to his belt, tossing me a small bronze coloured coin. There was enough detail contained within the design that they would not be easy to imitate. Given the state of the world that I was in, the coins themselves probably had some innate value thanks to the metal they were made from. If we could find some precious metal of our own, a stopgap solution would suffice until outside trade started for real. The only thing that needed to happen for any ¡®currency¡¯ to have value was for everyone to agree to it. That would be a radical concept to a group of people who were used to things working a certain way though. I gave Jeremiah back the coin and thanked him. It was getting too dark for any more significant work to take place, so I said my goodbyes and headed back to my temporary lodgings at Emmerich¡¯s fire. There was a lot to think about. Chapter 5: Bucket Jerimiah returned with good news the following morning, just as the sun finally peered over the vast horizon beyond the untouched bay. ¡°Aye, the farmers are over the moon with the land they¡¯ve been given. Fertile soil, easy to till and plant in, they think we¡¯ll be ready for the coming season with little trouble.¡± ¡°Good, but can people pay?¡± I asked, echoing the conversation we had the previous evening. Jerimiah stroked his beard, ¡°Hm. Everyone has brought all the coinage they can, but it¡¯s true ¨C having the farmers suck up all of our combined wealth so early would be problematic. Without a way to mint our own or get it from outside trade, we might need to make a compromise for the time being.¡± ¡°They have enough supplies to survive for the moment, don¡¯t they? We need to be forward facing and anticipate the next problems before they arrive.¡± I splashed a small amount of clean water onto my face and dried it with a towel I had borrowed. He nodded, ¡°I was sceptical of you at first, but that plot laying was some damn fine work; this place is perfect for a new town.¡± I turned to Jerimiah and explain my rationale, ¡°Towns are only as good as the planning that goes into them though. Letting people build whatever they want wherever they want is easy, but it might cause serious trouble later. What if someone builds their house on top of an important aquifer? Do we demolish it to get to the water? Or let them stay because they got there first?¡± ¡°That¡¯s a tough question.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not really an optimist, but someone has to think about those things.¡± ¡°All the farmers agree that an eye like yours is good for settling things,¡± Jerimiah explained, ¡°I think people would be happy to let you square things out like you did for them. Fair, quick, accurate. I can picture it now. It¡¯s going to be a fine farming community; and if we get a lot of folks living next to the coast, there¡¯s going to be enough trade to share.¡± ¡°We¡¯d need to build a dock.¡± Jerimiah nodded, ¡°The shipping lanes around here are some of the best, that¡¯s why they built that old outpost out here before all the turmoil started. Easy connections to Lunarmar and the Black Cove.¡± ¡°The Black Cove huh?¡± ¡°You ever visited?¡± I sat down on one of the logs and tightened my shoes, ¡°No. What¡¯s it like?¡± ¡°It¡¯s¡­ a pretty grim place. Big, pitch-black cliffs hanging over like giants. But when the fog rolls in there¡¯s no sight quite like it. Seeing that whole city illuminated by lantern-light is something I¡¯ll never forget, no sir. The food¡¯s great, worth visiting for that alone.¡± With my morning preparations done, I follow him deeper into the camp. Emmerich was organizing a group of woodcutters when we stumbled across him. ¡°Good morning fellas! A fine morning to share in the bounty, eh?¡± ¡°Morning Emmerich.¡± He gave me a gap filled smile, ¡°I was just whipping our intrepid foresters into shape. If we want to turn this place into a proper home, we¡¯re going to need more timber than what we carried here.¡± They looked every bit the team of lumberjacks that he described, with thick bushy beards and biceps that were the size of my head. ¡°Were you going to clear this forest?¡± Emmerich shook his head, ¡°For the time being, we¡¯re going to pick out areas we believe won¡¯t be of much use. The hunters in our caravan have already insisted of preserving some of this forest for the future so that animals can breed.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t like it when they tell us what to chop Emmerich,¡± one of the men complained. I wasn¡¯t so blind to imagine that these kinds of tensions would go away in hard times, because hard times tended to bring out the worst in people. It was a miracle that they hadn¡¯t already broken down and gone their separate ways. A dearth of leadership would only allow these things to fester, someone had to have the last word ¨C and relying on seniors to command people through respect and social contract wasn¡¯t good enough. ¡°For the time being, we all have to listen to each other,¡± he replied, ¡°I trust that they know what they¡¯re doing. I¡¯d rather have meat on the table for the foreseeable future than an easier time hauling logs today.¡± ¡°Shame we had to leave all our animals behind,¡± Jerimiah sighed, ¡°I could go for some steak right about now.¡± ¡°Emmerich, Jerimiah, can I have a word?¡± The two older men followed me away from the huddle. I ensured that we were out of earshot before I pitched my next inquiry, ¡°Who is in charge around here?¡± ¡°Nobody,¡± Jerimiah answered. ¡°Yep, we left those meddling nobles behind for a reason.¡± ¡°I get that,¡± I responded, ¡°But when hard choices need to be made, someone needs to have the final say. People are going to start arguing over who gets what or how we build this town. I know that a lot of folks in the convoy respect your opinion Emmerich, but would they be willing to take a hit if you told them to?¡± Emmerich saw my point, ¡°Ah. Maybe not.¡± ¡°This some kinda¡¯ secret plan you¡¯re hatching?¡± Jerimiah asked. ¡°No. I mean, has anyone in the convoy talked about appointing a leader, even temporarily.¡± Both men shook their heads. ¡°If we asked everyone who they wanted to be put in charge, we might have a proper answer.¡± ¡°Ask everyone?¡± ¡°You ever heard of an election before?¡± The two men¡¯s bewildered stares spoke a silent answer, ¡°You get a list of names, from people who¡¯re interested in doing the job ¨C and then everyone gets a vote. The person with the most votes wins.¡± Jerimiah¡¯s eyes lit up, ¡°Oh! One of those things. The merchant guilds love that kinda¡¯ stuff.¡± ¡°Nobody in their right mind is going to vote for me anyway,¡± I explained, ¡°Nobody here even knows who I am. But a guy like you, Jerimiah or Emmerich, people know you ¨C they trust you. They¡¯ll listen if you tell them to do something with backing from the rest of the camp.¡± Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. ¡°I don¡¯t have much interest in being in charge,¡± Jerimiah admitted, ¡°I just like farming.¡± Emmerich didn¡¯t seem much enthused either, ¡°Me neither. I¡¯m getting too old to worry about the big picture.¡± I approached the nearby campfire and grabbed an empty wooden bucket, ¡°Somebody must be interested. Alright, I have an idea ¨C let¡¯s get people to put their names forward. Then in a few days people can raise their hands and elect someone to make some choices.¡± Unbeknownst to me at the time, an idea had already hatched in the minds of both men who I was speaking with. Emmerich left to start working on cutting logs and planks. Jerimiah agreed to rustle up as many people as possible to put their names onto the list. And so, it was that our fledgling town would hold its first election, and I¡¯d be thrust into the first of many complicated conflicts.
My plan had gotten people talking. It seemed that there was a collective agreement that picking someone from amongst the group to be in charge was a reasonable decision. Better that than some noble swooping in like a vulture and staking a claim. Despite the buzz though, the bucket remained light of pieces of inked parchment. By my count only three had been thrown in by the end of the day. With the vote going ahead in the evening when everyone was done working, I worried myself over the possibilities. What if it was someone nobody could agree on? What if they refused to recognize the vote? What if my stupid idea started fights between the refugees about the best way to go? A needed distraction arrived soon after, Jerimiah pulled me aside from my grim musings an hour before the votes were to be taken. ¡°I just wanted to tell you something, one of the names in that bucket? It¡¯s yours.¡± I hadn¡¯t written my name down to be a candidate. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, ¡°You decided to put my name in without asking me?¡± He shrugged, ¡°It was your idea. I thought you wanted to do it yourself. And all of the farmers thought it¡¯d be a good idea since you¡¯re so good at planning stuff. We couldn¡¯t agree on a name to put forth between us, so we just chose you.¡± ¡°I appreciate the sentiment Jerimiah, but like I said ¨C nobody is going to vote for a stranger to be in charge.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t treat me like a darn fool Shane. I know how this is going to pan out. Not one of these folks is going to agree on anything. In the face of that, why not pick someone who makes everyone equally unhappy?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t want everyone to be unhappy. A few people getting what they want is better than nobody getting what they want.¡± ¡°Well what we wanted was for you to be our candidate,¡± he assured me, ¡°You¡¯ve got the support of pretty much every farmer and our lot.¡± That was a significant number of people. Twenty heads of family, their wives, husbands and children. Even so, without someone else splitting the vote they¡¯d surely be outbid by the other candidates and their supporters. I thought about it for a moment. Did I really have much of a choice? I knew that the eye gave me the power to be an effective leader, but human beings weren¡¯t so easily broken down into stats and resource patches. ¡°Fine. I¡¯ll do it. But don¡¯t expect me to sweep to victory that easily.¡± Jerimiah patted me on the back, ¡°I think you¡¯ve got a shot.¡± When the hour of the vote finally came, a huge number of people from the convoy turned out to take part. Amongst the crowd were a few familiar faces. I stood atop a wooden crate and cleared my throat, ¡°Thank you for coming everyone!¡± The hustle quieted down, allowing me to speak without raising my voice. I bent down and collected the bucket from the iron nail it had been hung on for the entire day. Inside were four pieces of parchment, one more than when I had counted a few hours ago. ¡°In order to effectively manage our resources and plan for the future construction of the town, we are going to hold a vote. I have asked for anyone willing to take the responsibility to come forth and place their names in here.¡± I pulled out the first paper and was unsurprised to find my own name emblazoned on it in black ink. ¡°I¡¯m going to announce the candidates for the position. I¡¯d like them all to come to the front of the crowd and line up.¡± A murmur of ascent was given. ¡°Someone has placed my own name in here, while against the original intention of the process, I accept the nomination.¡± I pulled out the rest of the papers and read the names aloud, ¡°Emil Hardrada. Glenn Carpenter. Mary Mason. Can you all please come to the fore?¡± The three opposing candidates did as I asked and presented themselves to the crowd. From what little I knew of the convoy, each of them represented a different group of people. Emil was a very religious man, seldom seen without a holy book clutched in his left hand and the word of the gods leaving his throat. Glenn was an industrious man associated with the woodcutters and builders, I¡¯d seen him with Emmerich a few times. Mary Mason was a wildcard, the only female candidate. I hadn¡¯t gotten the chance to know her yet. ¡°Here¡¯s how it will be decided. I¡¯d like all of our candidates¡¯ supporters to line up behind their chosen leader. Emmerich will count heads, and the one with the most votes wins.¡± I¡¯d made an intentional error in my formation of the vote. The concept of voting would surely be so novel to the group that I kept things simple. I used first past the post. Whoever got the most votes won, with no chance for realignment or alliance building. It left a great democratic deficit in the proceedings but I knew that this appointment would be temporary at best. That was what I hoped for anyway. ¡°Does everyone understand?¡± ¡°Aye!¡± the crowd responded. I stepped down from the box and stood in my designated spot. The battle lines were drawn quickly and without remorse. Jerimiah and most of the farmers made a beeline for me. Mary attracted most of the remaining women. And much to my shock, Emil and Glenn had split the votes evenly between them. Even from a cursory glance I could tell that they were both tied, and lacking the votes needed to overtake me. In my arrogance, I had failed to properly account for the effect of vote splitting. The number of candidates and votes had aligned perfectly to allow me to sneak through as the victor by a majority of three. ¡°From my count, Shane Blackwood wins with a total of thirty-four votes!¡± The farmers cheered. To say this caused a row would be an understatement, as the two men immediately took to blaming each other. ¡°I told you to keep your nose out of it Emil!¡± The priest spat at his feet, ¡°Pah, you think you¡¯re so much better than the rest of us.¡± ¡°Looks like your first job is to stop those two from killing each other,¡± Jerimiah commented derisively. I stormed over to the two and put myself between them. Like a pair of peacocks, they squared up with each other and tried to push past me. ¡°There¡¯s no need to fight! We had the vote and now it¡¯s over with.¡± With someone there to get angry with them, the masculine dick measuring contest struck them as immensely embarrassing. They both shied away and skulked back into their groups of followers with nary a word shared. I returned to by box and bowed. The crowd intermingled once more and listen to me speak. ¡°Thank you everyone. I know that emotions may be running high, but I¡¯d like to assure you that I intend to use this authority to create a wonderful town for us all to live in and nothing more. Ideally this is merely a temporary arrangement, and when things have settled down we can hold another vote in the future.¡± ¡°I also understand that to many of you I am a stranger. Jerimiah and his flock have surely told you about me, but trust must be earned and not given. We have an opportunity here to build a town, a city, a port, that¡¯s the envy of the world over. A prosperous, safe and fair place for us all to live and work.¡± Many in the crowd nodded in agreement. ¡°As difficult as starting from scratch is, it¡¯s also a chance to restart. To do things better. To think ahead of days to come with innovative ideas and careful consideration.¡± Emmerich scratched the back of his head, ¡°But uh, what are we going to call you? Chief? Lord?¡± ¡°Lord? Do I look like a noble to you?¡± ¡°That coat¡¯s pretty expensive¡­¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m not. How about Mayor?¡± ¡°Mayor?¡± Emmerich said, the word foreign in his mouth. The intricate vocabulary of democracy and devolution was not well footed in this world. Towns were run by counts and dukes, and many other varieties of equivalent nobility. ¡°I suppose so. Mayor it is. Do we agree to the ascent of Mayor Shane Blackwood?¡± he said with finality. ¡°Aye!¡± Emmerich shook my hand with a firm grip, ¡°And it is so, congratulations!¡± The action was echoed by the farmers and their families who now enjoyed plots of land laid by my power. But there were a lot of others who did not. I needed to work hard to earn their trust and their respect. The first step was setting out our vision for the town to come. Chapter 6: Insight The first order of business as the Mayor of the new village was to decide what we needed to prioritize. Shelter, food and water were the major concerns. We could survive in the woods with the carts for a long time ¨C but it wouldn¡¯t be comfortable. People wanted something permanent. To make that happen we needed building supplies. The principle of which was wooden planks. We already had a contingent of expert wood cutters and carpenters on hand to make it happen. Following a brief back and forth between the woodsmen and the hunters of the group, I made the first executive decision and designated our current location as the future hunting grounds. My godly eye told me that this was a perfect place for the wildlife to proliferate. For the woodsmen it wasn¡¯t so convenient to traverse the needed distance to find wood that they could cut down and use, but they admitted that going without meat would upset them greatly, so they agreed to my plan in the end. As for where those houses would go. I had no idea. The best idea I had was to place them in locations where there were no natural resources that we needed. The waterfront would need to be kept clear of residential buildings. If the port and town ever got too large, it would become impractical, uncomfortable and noisy to live there, and I didn¡¯t want to leave it to the magical hand of the free market to fix when I could make sure it never became a problem. While the rest of us haggled and debated over where the centre of the town would be, the farmers and the builders set about the task of constructing the farmhouses which would eventually feed us. They needed places to live and room to store their produce and animals. I made sure that it was a priority that we got started on those things right away. Though it did elicit some credulous reactions when I announced it, since they¡¯d supported me in the election. An unexpected issue soon arose. Jerimiah approached me as I was trying to organize my thoughts, ¡°Hey. What are we going to call this place anyway?¡± That struck me as a rather important question! I¡¯d taken to calling it ¡®the town¡¯ in my head, but that wasn¡¯t a very elegant solution. It needed a name. ¡°I never thought about it until now,¡± I sighed, ¡°This is going to cause a lot of arguments again.¡± ¡°Some of the settlers have already started calling it Celeste¡¯s Landing.¡± ¡°Why¡¯s that?¡± He shrugged, ¡°The Laddites think Celeste touched this place and gifted us it¡¯s bounty. I¡¯m not one for that kind of tale. We came here because of the Kingdom¡­¡± I unfolded a roll of parchment I borrowed from one of the settlers. I needed to take down some notes about my plans. ¡°If that¡¯s what they¡¯re calling it though, I don¡¯t see much of a reason to turn them down,¡± as if to confirm it, I scribbled the name down at the top of the page. Jerimiah stared at my writing for a moment, but didn¡¯t comment. ¡°I guess you¡¯re right ¨C most of the folks here are very religious. Been talking about picking a good spot for a chapel already.¡± ¡°A chapel huh? I better take that into consideration when I¡¯m picking out plots for houses.¡± ¡°That eye of yours is mighty handy,¡± Jerimiah nodded, ¡°Can it do anything else?¡± ¡°To be honest, this is all new to me too. I¡¯m sure there¡¯ll be other powers hidden in this thing.¡± ¡°Makes me wonder what happened to your old eye.¡± ¡°You¡¯re not the only one,¡± I muttered. Maybe Celeste threw it in the divine trash or something. I flipped up the leather patch that covered it and stared at my newly entitled document. The moment I did so, the title lit up in a golden glow. The eye was having some type of effect on it. Under the heading I scribbled down a sub-title, ¡®population,¡¯ I wanted to put together a breakdown of all the people in the caravan, employed or otherwise. It turned out that the eye could do that for me. No sooner than the quill left the page did a long list of statistics emerge from nothing. It was exactly what I wanted.

Unincorporated Territory
Total Population: 156
Active Workers: 74
¡°What the hell?¡± I mused, ¡°It can do that?¡± ¡°What¡¯s up?¡± I tapped the blank space, ¡°Turns out we won¡¯t need that census after all. I have the numbers right here.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t get your meaning.¡± ¡°Correct me if I¡¯m wrong, but we have one-hundred-fifty-six folks here. Seventy-four of which are of working age?¡± Jerimiah scratched the back of his head, ¡°Sounds about right to me. How did you figure that out?¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t I just say? This eye has a lot of surprises.¡± Jerimiah was taken aback, ¡°I¡¯ll be damned. It¡¯s almost like you were born to do this job, huh?¡± I understood the mechanics of this new power clearly. Any information I wanted about the town could be summoned merely by giving a page an appropriate heading. Population numbers, employment, maybe even the supplies in our storehouses. To confirm my suspicions, I retrieved another parchment and wrote ¡®supplies¡¯ on the top. The list generated itself promptly though it was so long that it cut itself off at the bottom. I held out my finger and flicked it upwards like I was using a touchscreen phone, causing the magical text to scroll. What an amazing power! With this, making plans would only be limited by my imagination. I could know exactly how many people were doing what, what building materials and other stores we had, and perhaps even more should the need arise. Celeste wasn¡¯t underselling the eye¡¯s utility. This was an artefact design to create leaders. I returned to the census list and scrolled down to find a list of each induvial, their job and their dependants. A flash of inspiration struck me. I returned to my supplies page once more and scribbled a new heading, ¡®Food Supply.¡¯ Underneath it I added a smaller text that stated ¡®Producing food for X people,¡¯ the X being a blank spot I left for a number to appear. Just as I wanted, it shifted to a zero as my eye activated. I could program real time counters and trackers! As the farmers started working in the fields, that number would go up and show me how many people we could support. ¡°Oh man, we need a town hall or something. I think I¡¯m going to be making a lot of these. Or at least somewhere to keep them.¡± It was time to knuckle down and really get things started.

Celeste¡¯s Landing

Small Hamlet

I beamed with satisfaction at the piece of paper clenched between my now calloused fingers. A week and a bit had passed since I discovered even more of my useful powers, and we had successfully graduated from an empty field with a bunch of refugees hiding in the woods, to a proper town. All of my plans were beginning to take shape and the footprint of a new home was developing before our eyes. I didn¡¯t just sit back and let them do all the hard work, there wasn¡¯t enough for me to manage to justify sitting there and watching them sweat. The farmhouses were nearly complete, and the fields were being sowed as I spoke. Soon we¡¯d be producing our own food. For the time being, anyone who wasn¡¯t a farmer was being housed in a large, temporary building I asked for in a central location between everything. The idea was for it to serve as a shelter for the people who didn¡¯t want to sleep outside, and then when they moved into their homes to turn it into something that everyone could use, like a library. Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. But having slept in it for several nights, I could safely say that it was a little too temporary. It did nothing to keep the cold on the outside, and I didn¡¯t have a family of four to huddle with for warmth like everyone else did. The winds rattled the roof and kept me awake many an hour. I was sat in my office, minding my own business when Jerimiah rushed through the open door and demanded my attention. ¡°Shane, we¡¯ve got big trouble.¡± ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°Soldiers, Lunarmar¡¯s here.¡± Having found the time to properly intake the information within my God-given black book, I knew immediately just how much shit we were in. Lunarmar was the Kingdom that most of the people I directed had fled from thanks to years of internal turmoil. They wouldn¡¯t pass up a chance for a quick buck at the expense of these people. I stood from my chair and marched through the packed sleeping quarters, coming out into the future town square. A huge crowd of people had already gathered. At the head of the commotion was a blonde-haired officer wielding a long, steel sabre. With him were seven troops, wearing tabards and chainmail in the colours of their mother nation. They didn¡¯t look like the invading force I was expecting. My internal assessment told me that they probably couldn¡¯t do much of anything to us. So why were they here? The crowd parted as I stormed over to the intruders. His eyes locked onto mine and his square jaw was set into a grimace. ¡°I am Luc Jean Lomarac, second son of the Lomarac family and the King¡¯s present representative. And who would you be?¡± He regarded me like a muck covered dreg, only stopping when he noticed the expensive coat I was wearing. ¡°Shane Blackwood,¡± I replied simply, ¡°I¡¯m¡­ in charge.¡± His eyes narrowed, ¡°A commoner? In charge?¡± I shrugged and looked around to the gathered labourers, ¡°I don¡¯t see any nobles here who can do the job.¡± The crowd laughed along with my cheap shot. It didn¡¯t do much to fill me with confidence. I was never good at handling conflict, and this was no schoolground ¡®fight,¡¯ these men had weapons and were willing to use them should the need arise. ¡°The King received a report that a group of people saw fit to establish a town here. Outside of his watchful gaze.¡± ¡°Is it not our right to settle where we please?¡± ¡°Your rights have nothing to do with it,¡± he spat, ¡°This land was claimed by the Kingdom many moons ago, and it continues to be an essential outpost for our future expansion.¡± I nodded and pointed to the stone tower, ¡°That one over there? The one that¡¯s crumbling to pieces?¡± ¡°¡­Yes, that one. You are here by the King¡¯s grace alone,¡± he proclaimed, ¡°None shall set foot on our land without paying the proper tithe.¡± The pronouncing of incoming taxation was not a popular one. The murmuring of the crowd took a dark turn and the soldiers behind him suddenly realized that they were essentially surrounded on all sides by angry famers. I needed to step in and talk them down before something terrible happened. ¡°Let me handle this,¡± I asked, turning to the crowd. Some of the worried citizens with children quickly hurried away before it turned into a brawl. I turned back to the preening nobleman and motioned to the building I called home, ¡°May we speak in private?¡± He gave me a weary sigh and pointed at two of the soldiers, ¡°You two, watch the door.¡± He followed me into the wooden cabin and into my office, a small side room that had been reserved for my work. The walls were already plastered with dozens and dozens of pieces of parchment listing everything I needed to know. He studied them for a moment before taking a seat. I sat across from him and interweaved my fingers together. ¡°Let me reintroduce myself. I am Shane Blackwood, I am the Mayor of this town. As you can see, I¡¯m the one making the plans and getting everybody on the same page.¡± ¡°A mayor. Importing language from the north?¡± ¡°It¡¯s imported from somewhere,¡± I smirked, ¡°You came here to ask for tax money.¡± ¡°I did,¡± he confirmed. ¡°Do you know who those people are out there?¡± His grin thinned out to a terse line, ¡°No.¡± ¡°They¡¯re refugees from Lunarmar. People who lost businesses, homes, family in the Laddite purge. They came here with the clothes on their back and the money in their pockets. The point being, they don¡¯t have much money to give.¡± I slipped a hand into my pocket and retrieved a thin, gold coloured bar with the Lunarmarian seal stamped onto it. One of the farmers had given it to me as a thank you for helping with his farm. The implication hung heavy in the air. Luc¡¯s face twisted into a scowl. ¡°You do not understand,¡± he cawed ¨C raising his voice. I stood up and barked back, ¡°I understand perfectly well!¡± I insisted, ¡°Might makes right ¨C as much as I¡¯m loathe to admit it. None of the people here are soldiers. We don¡¯t even have weapons, you saw that yourself. But would the King not be happy knowing that this important land is being used by his citizens? This is a strategic opportunity for the Kingdom. A permanent claim on contested territory.¡± Luc did not expect me to shout back. He clenched his knuckles and sat back down with a shake of his head, ¡°Regardless of his intentions for this place, you are building a town without paying the proper taxes. No matter the circumstances, the King would like money flowing into the treasury.¡± ¡°Because of the wars.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± he admitted, ¡°Because of the wars.¡± I knew his game now, ¡°He didn¡¯t send you here to collect. We might not have weapons, but he¡¯s sending eight men to shake down a town of one-hundred-seventy people. They could have mobbed you to death for all I know.¡± ¡°An astute observation.¡± ¡°He sent you here to put us on notice. The next time, it¡¯ll be for real. More soldiers, more might.¡± ¡°Perhaps you aren¡¯t quite the dullard I pegged you as.¡± ¡°Flattering.¡± ¡°¡­This pittance of a battalion I was sent with was as offensive to me as it is to you. To call them soldiers is an insult. They are town guards here to make some extra money. I have no doubt we¡¯d be wiped out in an instant under any real threat. The order came down from my dear Father, and his orders came from the King himself.¡± ¡°How did he find out?¡± I asked. We were in the middle of nowhere. No roads led through the town. ¡°Surely you know of his spies? The King is a rather revolutionary thinker; he must keep a close eye on the borders of his nation no matter the circumstance. He hired hundreds of scouts to report anything that strikes them as unusual. One of them followed the caravan here and has been sending notice to him ever since.¡± ¡°I see. But that¡¯s beside the point ¨C they won¡¯t be willing to pay. A lot of them have no fondness for Lunarmar at the moment, and they don¡¯t have the money.¡± ¡°Excuses.¡± ¡°Until the town is large enough to sustain trade and receive an input of money, extracting any taxation will be incredibly difficult. Shaking them for every last gram of gold in their pockets will only harm the economy. Suddenly the money we have becomes more valuable, even if it only occurs locally. Nobody will want to spend anything.¡± ¡°I fail to see the issue.¡± ¡°The issue is that this is, as you said, the perfect territory to establish a city on. If we can encourage people to move here, start businesses and establish trade routes by land and sea ¨C this could be a major trading hub. Sounds much better than stamping it out before it can get moving, doesn¡¯t it?¡± Luc exhaled and shut his eyes, ¡°The decision isn¡¯t mine to make. I can relay your concerns to the relevant parties ¨C and your reasoning may sway their actions. With that said, it is unlikely that the King will recognize your authority as the leader of this town. It¡¯s common law that a member of a noble family must take the reins.¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t think I was going to be in charge in the first place,¡± I explained, ¡°But someone needed to make some orders. I just want this place to prosper.¡± He didn¡¯t seem convinced. I escorted him back out of the building and was glad to see that none of the men he came with had been ripped limb from limb. ¡°I await your response.¡± ¡°Fine. I¡¯ll regale your message to my Father. His judgement is greater than mine. However, there is one other matter I must speak with you about.¡± ¡°And that is?¡± Instead of answering, he beckoned to an unseen person beyond the crowd that had gathered in the square. That person stood out as they weaved through the people. A lot. Because she was busty, blonde, and wearing a very expensive looking red dress that showed more skin than it covered. Her ruby eyes and face that screamed ¡®I really don¡¯t want to be here¡¯ made it clear that she was related to him. She stomped over and pouted at Luc. ¡°Luc! Why in the King¡¯s name have you brought me here!¡± ¡°Father insisted.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t care! This is the middle of nowhere! Are you certain that he wants me to remain?¡± I held up my hand, ¡°Wait, she¡¯s staying here?¡± He bowed his head humbly, ¡°This radiant woman is my sister, Amelie Jean Lomarac. I hope that you¡¯ll treat her well. And don¡¯t be fooled by her refined appearance, she is no stranger to tough circumstances.¡± ¡°Stop ignoring me,¡± she demanded, ¡°I don¡¯t want to stay here and be your¡­ damn courier!¡± Luc spluttered, ¡°W-We need someone to stay and make sure that things are going well. I thought you¡¯d be happy to do this for Father.¡± ¡°That was before I found out that there aren¡¯t even any buildings!¡± she seethed. "I thought it would be a cosy little village in a lovely cove ¨C but there¡¯s nothing here!¡± Nothing was a bit of an exaggeration. We¡¯d¡­ started to build a town. That counted for something. The argument was going nowhere. ¡°I¡¯m Shane Blackwood. It¡¯s nice to meet you Miss Lomarac.¡± She rolled her eyes, ¡°Just call me Amelie.¡± Luc couldn¡¯t wait to get out of my sight. He was already walking back to his horse with Amelie turning and getting hot on his tail, ¡°Don¡¯t just run away!¡± Jerimiah tapped my shoulder, ¡°How did it go?¡± ¡°We¡¯re safe for now. And it looks like we have a new resident.¡± ¡°They¡¯re not going to trust her. She¡¯s a noble from the Lomarac family. Those people are some of the worst scum you can find in the King¡¯s court.¡± ¡°Not much we can do about it.¡± We sat and observed the battle between the siblings for several minutes. Luc eventually evaded her grasp and trotted away with the rest of the soldiers. She turned to face us and stormed back, placing her hands on her hips with an impatient glare. ¡°Where can I sleep?¡± I stood aside from the door, ¡°Right this way." Chapter 7: Death and Taxes I had called Amelie, Jeremiah and Emmerich into my office for a meeting. Amelie was clearly not happy with the situation, being dumped here by her brother to ¡®keep an eye on us,¡¯ whatever that meant. I wanted to ask her a few questions about the situation in Lunarmar, but first I needed to tell Emmerich what happened. ¡°They came for tax money?¡± he pondered, stroking his beard. ¡°Not exactly. It was more a show of force to let us know that they¡¯re aware of this place. He only came with a small squad of troops, and they didn¡¯t look well trained.¡± ¡°That¡¯s because they weren¡¯t,¡± Amelie confirmed, ¡°They were a bunch of drunk cretins that my brother had to collect along the way. The premium he paid is beggars¡¯ belief. The Kingdom simply cannot spare any soldiers to do work like this. Which is why many of the other towns in the Kingdom have broken away and stopped paying their tithe.¡± I knew all of this already thanks to my magic book. Lunarmar was struggling with a serious bout of internal strife, and with each passing day a new issue arose to make the problems even worse. Their army was occupied fighting inside and outside the borders. Without an army, they couldn¡¯t collect tax money using force. Without tax money, they don¡¯t have much of an army. The easiest solution would be to cut your losses and call the men back to the Kingdom. But when noble pride is on the line such an option is deeply unpalatable. The King¡¯s position could be in trouble if he did so. I explained my reasoning, ¡°Essentially, I think we¡¯re safe for a good while yet. At least until the situation in the Kingdom changes. The problem is that we don¡¯t have the people for an army of our own, so we¡¯re at the mercy of what they decide to do with us.¡± Jerimiah grunted, ¡°It¡¯ll end the same way then. With us out on the streets with nothing to our names.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why it¡¯s important for us to develop leverage over the Kingdom somehow, if not military, economic.¡± ¡°Economic?¡± ¡°Simply put, cash is king. If we turn this town into a centre of trade that¡¯d make the world envious, we could be safe. Get a port running with traders coming and going, industries and people producing goods to sell. Suddenly, it doesn¡¯t seem like such a good idea to mess with us. We¡¯re producing a bunch of tax money ¨C and upsetting that finely tuned balance could end in disaster.¡± Jerimiah still seemed sceptical, ¡°And how do you suppose we do that?¡± I tapped the side of my head where the eye had been inserted into my skull, ¡°We have something those other towns don¡¯t. You have me.¡± ¡°Pah, isn¡¯t that just egotistical prattle?¡± Amelie huffed. ¡°Jerimiah¡¯s seen me work first hand. And something I didn¡¯t tell you is that I¡¯m¡­ well educated.¡± She quirked her brow, ¡°Truly?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± She pointed to the wall, ¡°But the writing on these papers is complete nonsense.¡± ¡°I never said I was educated in your language.¡± ¡°Ah, so that¡¯s where that curious accent is from,¡± Emmerich concluded. ¡°It makes perfect sense to me, and that¡¯s all that matters. I know a lot of stuff, stuff that¡¯ll help us get a leg up on the competition. The first step of the plan is simple, we turn this town into an amazing place to live.¡± ¡°Huh? That¡¯s not a plan!¡± Amelie sighed, ¡°It¡¯s a concept really.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t mean it like that,¡± I explained, ¡°What¡¯s the average town like in Lunarmar?¡± She counted using her fingers, ¡°Cramped, uncomfortable, disease-ridden, sewerage running down each side of the road.¡± ¡°Suppose we build a town. Not just a modern town, but a forward thinking, futuristic town. How many people do you think will move here?¡± Her face lit up for a moment, ¡°¡­A lot.¡± ¡°We have a huge blank canvas here to play with,¡± I reached under my rickety desk and unfurled one of the maps that I had used to plan the town square. I had used a quill to copy down the markings that my eye showed me, resulting in a map that anyone could read. ¡°As you can see here, giving the buildings space between each other will improve the quality of the plots, as well as mitigate the risk of fire.¡± I had plumbed the depths of my mind for all my historical knowledge and realized it wouldn¡¯t be much good if we built a huge, dense city and burned it down within the year. The Fire of London was evidence enough that tightly packing people together was a bad idea ¨C additionally it made keeping waste and filth away easier. ¡°One of the key issues with dense townships is the waste. It causes disease and invades the senses.¡± ¡°It causes disease?¡± Amelie says, stopping me in my tracks, they didn¡¯t even know that? ¡°It can.¡± ¡°And how does that work exactly?¡± I knew that a long-winded lecture on the mechanics of germ theory would merely be a waste of time, so I decided that a more rhetorical approach would suit best. ¡°Lady Amelie, would you ingest the waste of another person if asked?¡± ¡°Of course not, how utterly foul.¡± ¡°And what if you had no choice in the matter, or were unaware?¡± ¡°¡­If I didn¡¯t know, that¡¯s not the same thing.¡± ¡°But my point is the same. Disease spreads between people, and one of the primary reasons is faeces. If by some chance it gets into the water supply that everyone is drinking from ¨C the entire town could be disease-ridden overnight. Those towns you spoke of, do they not throw their waste into the streets with little regard for the consequences?¡± She grimaced and nodded. ¡°We need people. People give us power, and money, and produce goods that we can use to make everyone¡¯s life easier. If we build a town where people can live like nobles, without having to be a noble, then they¡¯ll come in droves. All we need to do is work hard enough to make it happen. The first step is planning properly for the future. We¡¯re going to want a working sewer system to keep the waste away from the streets.¡± Amelie cut in once more, ¡°Let me.¡± I was shocked to find that Amelie of all people had volunteered for the task. ¡°You¡¯d like to help build the sewers?¡± ¡°I¡¯m familiar with the mechanism behind them,¡± she explained, ¡°Much more than you, anyway.¡± I didn¡¯t know at the time, but Amelie, like all of the children of her house, were taught a variety of trades and skills from a young age. To live a life of a noble was to wait to be parachuted into a newly established township as a Lord or Lady. To fulfil that purpose, they were taught everything there was to know about governance and had some freedom to select other subjects that would help them in specific circumstances. For Amelie, that thing was ships. ¡°Can you really trust her?¡± Jerimiah asked. I couldn¡¯t really explain it, but I felt like she was being genuine enough. I shrugged, ¡°I think her noble pride demands that she does a good job. You¡¯ll notice that the streets on my map are rather large. Plenty of space for us to do the work, and the houses aren¡¯t built yet. There¡¯s never going to be a better time to do it.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not going to sit in here and do nothing,¡± she replied, ¡°Give me some labourers and a source of stone, and I¡¯ll see to it that it¡¯s done.¡± I moved over to my wall and located my employment rota. A large portion of the people in the town worked as farmers, hunters and miners. Only a few had secondary roles in turning those products into something useful, as the homemaker usually took care of that kind of business. People would make their own clothes from raw materials and process all of their own food. There were ten people who were currently unemployed. This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. ¡°I can give you ten, maybe we can draft in some of the miners to give you a hand.¡± ¡°That might not be good enough,¡± she explained, ¡°This is a big project we¡¯re discussing.¡± ¡°Emmerich?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll see what I can do,¡± he nodded, ¡°Living like a noble sounds good to me, and it¡¯ll sound good to a lot of the other young lads too.¡± ¡°Oh, and get Lady Amelie something to wear. I don¡¯t imagine she wants to get that nice dress dirty working in the mud.¡± ¡°I would not.¡± Emmerich nodded and headed out, ¡°I¡¯ll see what I can gather up.¡± With the situation explained to the community leaders and my next big plan assigned to Amelie, it was time to get back to work. Those houses weren¡¯t going to build themselves.
Amelie and the rest of the workers were fast. Just a day after I handed over the town plans to them, they¡¯d already started digging the deep channels we needed to build our primitive sewer system. I would have preferred to create something more modern, out of sight and out of mind, but I didn¡¯t know enough about sewers to be confident in it. While I knew a lot of things that the others didn¡¯t, that did not mean I was an expert on everything. I needed some other smart people to come help. My grand scheme to enforce rapid economic development in the area relied on one key thing, education. Education was the great equalizer. By forming a strong academic community in the town, I could fill in my gaps of knowledge by recruiting the best and brightest from around the world. I could point them in the right direction and let them figure things out. Not to mention the benefits it would bring to the children. A full decade long curriculum was probably just a pipe dream, but teaching them some basic things like mathematics, reading and writing would pay dividends very quickly. A well educated society is a productive society. It was the competitive edge that would make the difference between success and failure. While it was all too easy to make these types of plans in my mind, the real problem would be convincing other people to go along with it. I had no doubt that the traditional farming families would question the value of having their children educated when they were destined to inherit the family business. What good would reading and writing do for them? All they needed to know was how to plant and harvest. This would be a persistent problem. I need political capital, I needed trust. If every townsperson didn¡¯t want anything to do with my fancy modern ideas, I wouldn¡¯t get very far trying to implement them. ¡°This is just how things should be,¡± isn¡¯t a convincing argument; especially not when it flies in the face of every norm that they know. I decided to drop by the worksite, which just so happened to be a very short walk from my office in the barracks. They¡¯d already marked out the areas that needed to be unearthed, and palettes of stone brick had already started arriving from the miners. Amelie was busy directing the workers. I called out to the leader of the team, ¡°How are things going boss-man?¡± The foreman, Andrew, turned back to me with a mixed expression, ¡°They¡¯re going well. I wasn¡¯t so sure about her at first, but she knows what she¡¯s doing. Where did she even come from anyway?¡± ¡°That noble who stopped by a few days ago ditched her here, she¡¯s his sister.¡± He scoffed, ¡°Why would he do that?¡± ¡°Probably to try and keep an eye on us. Not that there¡¯s much need considering there are spies running around in the woods.¡± ¡°You gonna¡¯ do something about it?¡± ¡°As long as they don¡¯t cause any trouble, it¡¯s fine. They don¡¯t have the men to spare to come here and shake us down for what little coin we have.¡± ¡°If they do?¡± ¡°Bad. We need to open trade with other towns soon so we can get money flowing inwards, but it¡¯ll be a while before people have things to sell.¡± We had a surplus of food on the way. The farms we had already were enough to support the population of the town, which was odd. Older farm technology essentially required that a huge portion of the population worked as farmers to support themselves. I suspected that their techniques were more advanced than I first thought. My hope was that those farmers would sell the excess to nearby settlements to earn some cash, bring it back to our town, and spend it here. This would distribute the money into our economy and cushion us from any potential deflation when the taxman came calling. Transporting those goods would be the problem. The nearest settlement (by land) was a long way to the north. Some of the farmers hadn¡¯t been able to save their animals when they fled, meaning they¡¯d have to potentially pull a very heavy cart by hand. Jerimiah had been adamant that getting a horse or two to every family would make the farms even better, for both production and output sold. But where would we get them from? Somebody would have to find the money and make the long walk to a farm selling them. Jerimiah told me to not worry about it and focus on town planning. He was the farmer¡¯s collective head, so I listened to his advice and left solving that problem to him. It was probable that he¡¯d take the mules from the travelling wagons and use them to get things going. Amelie clambered out of the ditch and approached me, ¡°Jeeze. I¡¯ve never such an ambitious plan for such a small town in my life.¡± ¡°The idea is that it won¡¯t be just a town soon enough. When more people move in, we¡¯ll be glad that we took these steps to prepare for them.¡± She planted a hand on her hip and frowned, ¡°You did include a toilet for these new houses, didn¡¯t you?¡± ¡°Of course I did.¡± The people living on the farms would have to make do with an outhouse for now. Ideally we¡¯d evolve our sewerage system over time and spread it out to every home in the area. The people on the farms were used to handling their own waste, and had the space to dump it without causing too many issues. One of the other major developments in the town was the construction of a well. Again, that was outside of my wheelhouse, but some of the other settlers knew how to do it. I pointed out a good spot using my magic eye and left them to it. Some of the stone bricks had been used to build the surround structure, and the wooden bucket I used to collect election candidates was tied to a clever pulley system. Another small building had been erected using logs and stone. Unlike the houses, this warehouse didn¡¯t need sewerage, so we were able to build it before everything else. It was a convenient place to keep our perishable goods safe from the elements. We had enough food to last us until the first harvest came in. Amelie broke my reverie, ¡°This location is good. You could easily hold a shipping lane from here to the Black Cove. Were you the one who decided this was the place to start building?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Once we¡¯re done with the sewer channels, we should prioritize building a small dock for ships to use. A place for small trading ships to moor and load goods would be a great boon.¡± ¡°And you know how to build one?¡± ¡°In principle.¡± It was better than what I knew at least. The waters were also good for fishing, but none of the people in the caravan had worked as fishermen before. I wanted to make that a reality soon enough ¨C it would help with our food security. ¡°How long is this going to take?¡± ¡°We started here so that the homes can be built, I¡¯d say a week for this section; the masons are going to come this evening and begin working on the tunnels. The hardest part is the output into the sea. It¡¯s a long distance away and the largest channel we have to dig. For a fully working system? A month, assuming we get some more help.¡± ¡°I think some of the others will join in when they¡¯re done with their own work. Hopefully we can get ahead of schedule and get these homes built.¡± The houses weren¡¯t going to be anything special. I¡¯d spoken with the builders, and they told me that they could easily set up something quickly and easily. I wanted to get everyone into a home of their own as quickly as possible, as camping out in the barrack or outside in the cold was a major driver of low morale. Additionally, these wood and brick homes could be dismantled in the future when new building techniques became available to us. ¡°Where did you learn how to do all this?¡± she asked again, ¡°You have a strange talent for identifying points of weakness.¡± ¡°I told you already, I¡¯m educated.¡± ¡°Where?¡± I reached up and tightened the leather band around my replacement eye, ¡°That¡¯s a secret.¡± ¡°Pah. I should have known, you¡¯re just leading me on.¡± ¡°We all have secrets, don¡¯t we? I¡¯m sure there¡¯s a lot of things that you wouldn¡¯t like to tell me.¡± ¡°And if we exchange a secret between ourselves, an equivalent trade will do, will it not?¡± ¡°I guess. But what could you tell me? I don¡¯t really much care for details about your personal life.¡± Amelie thought on it for a moment, ¡°I can tell you what my brother intends for you and this town. In exchange, I want to know how you know all these things.¡± ¡°¡­Very well.¡± Amelie¡¯s expression told me that she still felt sour about being left behind, ¡°My idiot brother was tasked by the King to secure the loyalty of these people. As you can probably guess, he did not see the profound irony in earning ¡®loyalty¡¯ from people abused and persecuted by his men. Much to his frustration, neither my father, nor the King believed he was in a position to take over as the Count.¡± ¡°So who is?¡± She pointed to herself, ¡°Me. He believed that my guiding hand would create a prosperous new source of tax money for his hungry war machine. Officially though, daughters of noblemen are second in priority to the male heirs. Instead ¨C they proposed that I come here and use my ¡®womanly charms¡¯ to seduce you, the witless idiot, and assume a position as the lady of the county and real powerbroker. I nearly vomited on the spot.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not that bad, am I?¡± ¡°This was before I knew what you looked like,¡± she assured me, ¡°A cynical and foolish plan, as I have come to expect from my father.¡± ¡°You¡¯d be the one pulling the strings.¡± ¡°Yes, that would be the case. Though my initial assessment of you was of a man too savvy to fall for such a scheme. You have a firm hold on the mechanisms of power here. That is beside my own objections to the plan, of course. Call me a romantic if you must but marrying a man merely to assume control over a half-built hamlet is a bridge too far.¡± We agreed on that, at least. ¡°Nobles are something else¡­¡± She smiled and held out her palm like a child demanding candy, ¡°Now, a secret of your own.¡± I sighed and reached up for the leather strap I had tightened nervously just a moment before. Her confusion soon gave way to shock as she saw the distinct glow of the eye inserted into my socket. ¡°I¡­ oh my. Is that?¡± All of my town plans appeared in glowing yellow lines behind Amelie, ¡°Yes, yes, it is.¡± ¡°I never thought I would get to see one of these for myself. A Holy Relic¡­ so confidently utilized by a mortal man.¡± I redressed myself and shook my head, ¡°It¡¯s called the King¡¯s Eye. That¡¯s how I¡¯ve been planning out this little town of ours. If I want a piece of information, or want to see through the ground, that¡¯s how I do it. These ditches you¡¯re digging? I used it to calculate the flow of the water running through them.¡± ¡°Incredible. Ah, to have one of those for myself.¡± ¡°I have reason to believe they¡¯re very rare, Lady Amelie.¡± ¡°Yes, of course. Don¡¯t take that the wrong way. I have no intent of outing this to others, or scooping the thing out of your skull and swapping it with one of mine. I¡¯m a firm believer in the principle that those who are worthy are granted these gifts. There¡¯s clearly more to this tale that you¡¯re not speaking of.¡± ¡°Like I said, we all have things we feel the need to keep secret.¡± Chapter 8: Dock

Celeste¡¯s Landing

Village
Total Population: 156
Active Workers: 79
Weeks passed, progress was slow but steady. Amelie had successfully organized the workers and constructed the first part of our new sewer system. It ran under the houses around the main square, before dipping down and ejecting the waste into the ocean. In the future, I wanted to introduce proper waste treatment processes to clean up the water before spitting it back out, but for a small population it wouldn¡¯t have much of an impact on the ocean. Speaking of homes, a collection of two-story family units had been built. Some of the people had already moved out of the old barracks and their carts into them. It felt good to have a large number of people under a real roof, a space to call their own. Emmerich had asked me what we were going to do with the barracks once we were done with them. Eventually I settled on an answer, for the time being we were going to turn it into the main government building. It had my office in it after all. We could convert the former bedroom space into some new rooms should the need arise. Centralized authority not attached to a count or duke was exceedingly rare according to my little magic book. Lunarmar was a kingdom built on the backs of individuals. If we wanted to build a forward-thinking town, I¡¯d need some people to work with me. The plan was for us to keep expanding the domestic area of the town as more of the sewers and paved streets were completed. I recruited the stoneworkers to fashion our mined rock into semi-smooth blocks to lay down. It was very exciting to see the start of our new town. In total there were seven families homed, each house taking a spot around the central plaza that still remained mostly empty. Emmerich had come to me with an idea to make it our market square, an area where our workers could sell their goods once the economy got going for real. Today¡¯s job was a simple one, scoping out the viability of building a small dock down by the waterside. It wasn¡¯t exactly a beach, so I wasn¡¯t too torn up about using it for something more practical. Amelie had already drawn up some basic plans and material requirements for the project. ¡°Your average fishing boat is several feet long,¡± she explained, ¡°However a trader¡¯s ship will be significantly larger. They have crews of dozens of sailors and large hulls to contain their cargo. As long as they¡¯re capable of mooring here, it won¡¯t need to match exactly. An easier way to handle it would be to leave it facing outwards, I don¡¯t think we¡¯ll experience much traffic early on.¡± ¡°Why is this dock so important again?¡± Jerimiah queried, ¡°We can use a horse and cart and head north to trade easy enough.¡± Amelie sighed, ¡°You should never underestimate the power of a sea-based trade route. Even for a farmer like yourself, moving larger quantities of grain to a city or town where it can be sold for a higher price is worth the time and effort. If you leave a merchant to it, you can make the same, or even more money with less work.¡± ¡°After they take their cut?¡± ¡°Yes. They know best how to increase the margins. No more personally driving your horse for three hours to make a routine trip.¡± Jerimiah stroked his beard, ¡°That does sound nice¡­¡± ¡°The reason why the Kingdom is so interested in this location is because it¡¯s a perfect place for a trading post. The Black Cove is a short distance away, and this stretch of ocean is shared between several major trading connections. Local production and external trade links, it¡¯s a wonder nobody settled here before us.¡± I smiled, ¡°You sure know your stuff.¡± She fluffed her blonde hair and pouted, ¡°That¡¯s why I¡¯m here, isn¡¯t it? I may be a ¡®spoiled noble girl,¡¯ but my pride dictates I should help in any way I can regardless.¡± This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. ¡°Am I okay to leave this job in your hands then? You did an excellent job with the sewers.¡± ¡°Of course. I¡¯ll see to it that it is done as fast as possible.¡± Jerimiah had wanted to speak with me, I pulled him away from the site of the docks and walked back towards the buildings in the distance. It was a solid ten minute walk from there to the docks but the town would expand rapidly towards the edges of those boundaries. ¡°What did you want to talk with me about?¡± ¡°Some of the other farmers have been getting worried. Firstly, a few guys are making a fuss about not getting paid in cash.¡± I knew that this was coming. In order to keep everyone fed, the farmers were being offered free goods like clothes and tools from the other families in exchange for their food. I knew that this was an unsustainable situation. People would naturally gravitate towards currency over barter if it was available. The last thing I wanted was for them to export everything and leave everybody else to starve. ¡°Okay. I get that. Don¡¯t they have any excess left over to sell?¡± ¡°They do, but they can¡¯t predict how good the yield is going to be this season.¡± I could. But that¡¯d be showing my hand too early. I knew exactly how much tonnage we were making and how much people were eating. We had some headroom. ¡°Alright. Jerimiah, I want you to have a word with them about sending a caravan out. Tell them to make a guess. The farmers that want to export what they have can. But try to make things efficient. No need for everyone to go if one or two people will suffice.¡± He nodded, ¡°The other thing was ¨C we¡¯re worried about poachers and thieves. Back in the old city, you could scream bloody murder and not get a hand from the guards. Now I ¡®ain¡¯t accusing nobody of stealing anything just yet. I trust all of these folks like they¡¯re family, but even family can get desperate.¡± ¡°Without money or taxation, that¡¯s going to be tough. Guardsmen won¡¯t work for free.¡± ¡°¡­You¡¯re right. We need some cash flowing through here.¡± I decided to offer him some advice, ¡°Deterrence is the best form of crime prevention. If you make it clear to any potential criminal that you¡¯re watching your stuff like a hawk, they aren¡¯t going to try and make a move on you.¡± Jerimiah nodded, ¡°Right.¡± ¡°For now, get together with the others and organize a watch of your own. Hell, a guy with a pitchfork will probably make do for now. But it is something we¡¯re going to have to worry about in the future if more people move here.¡± Happy with my suggestions, Jeremiah moved on, ¡°What¡¯s next for the town? You have a lot of crazy ideas, I¡¯m waiting for the next one.¡± I laughed, ¡°You have no idea. But those crazy ideas can wait for now until we get the basics done.¡± ¡°Sewage is basic?¡± ¡°If you don¡¯t want everyone to drop dead from disease, yes. For now, I want to ensure that goods are being exported, money is coming in, and we have everything we need to sustain ourselves before we think about expanding.¡± ¡°What about taxes?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not mentioning the T-word until everything is in place.¡± ¡°Well, I know you¡¯ll do right by us,¡± he smiled, ¡°Can¡¯t get much worse than what we were paying in Lunarmar. Sometimes I wondered why I even bothered working.¡± I¡¯d heard some horror stories from the other farmers about the horrible tax-rate in and around the capital. I¡¯d made an iron-clad promise not to emulate those practices. I needed them to be happy, they were the people who elected me to be mayor in the first place. I was turning into a slimy politician already, what else would I try to excuse in the future? High taxes would have to be saved for the big earners.
Amelie had to wonder where everything had gone so wrong. She was the child of one of the greatest nobles houses in the Kingdom, abandoned to rot in a town of a few hundred people! No matter what type of ambition her family held ¨C this was a step too far. She saw the potential, much like the ¡®mayor¡¯ did, but that was years away. Surely by that time someone else could do the same thing she was doing. Revealing the truth of the matter to Shane was a calculated gamble. She was cognizant enough to realize that nobody in the town would trust her, a girl from one of the self-same noble families that persecuted them away from their homes and businesses. Her mother had always told her that manners were the most important thing in a noble¡¯s repertoire. Yet they were not beyond underhanded, dirty tricks like this. Her brother may have complained and stamped his foot about her getting ¡®Celeste¡¯s Landing,¡¯ but he was better off back home. He was going to be dropped into a nice, safe, quiet, wealthy hamlet somewhere ¨C where he didn¡¯t have to do any real work. She still loved him. He was family. But he was also a profound moron, ever-present proof that hard work and talent didn¡¯t matter in the end. No matter how much knowledge or experience she gathered, Luc would always be the favourite son. She knew what being a woman meant for her prospects of success. Father wanted her gone, married off to a complete stranger to strengthen the house. Shane was a talented man, but romance? Not on the cards. How much did father really think of her to use her as a pawn in a game involving such a small town? She turned back to her workforce with a weary sigh. She¡¯d assembled several of the same men who assisted her in constructing the first leg of the sewage system. It was long, arduous work, with a lot of complications and headaches along the way. ¡°The mayor has decided what our next project is. We¡¯re constructing a dock right here so that passing ships can moor and trade with us. I already have a list of resources that we need to acquire. Logs, planks, and some stone. Andrew, can you get us a cart?¡± ¡°I can,¡± he replied. ¡°I¡¯ll leave that to you then, the rest of you, I¡¯m going to give you a quick lesson on building in water.¡± If Shane wanted a dock, he was going to get a dock, come hell or high water. Chapter 9: Unsteady Ground The next day, Jerimiah informed me that the first round of trade had left the town and returned several times richer for the effort. I already knew thanks to the power of my eye. The farmers had gotten a good price for their produce thanks to turmoil in the Kingdom making farming difficult. Many people had fled their homes or had their crops burned by soldiers, pushing prices up. That meant that the farmers could now pay for goods and services. I had made it clear that until we were connected to the rest of the Kingdom, money would be precious and in short supply. The people of the town were rational enough to realize that hoarding it wouldn¡¯t benefit them, nor was is worth more because of that. The value would return to normal pretty quickly once everyone had access to methods of earning it. This ¡®communist paradise¡¯ experiment I had accidentally created couldn¡¯t last forever. The town was collectively purchasing food from the farmers by offering them free tools, clothes and other necessities. It wasn¡¯t convenient, and it meant that the people who produced those things were paying for everything. That wasn¡¯t very fair ¨C and they were liable to complain about offering their work for a discount price. There was also the difficult question of taxation. Along similar lines, people were working for the collective good of the town ¨C but when that sense of identity weakened in the future, we¡¯d need money to pay people to do and maintain things. Someone would have to have the unenviable job of tax collector. We¡¯d need to keep track of people¡¯s earnings (easy to do with my power,) and tax them appropriately. All of these issues pointed to one solution ¨C expanding our government. Emmerich had dropped by the office that day, and saw me furiously working on my documentation. I found writing down my ideas allowed me to refine them very quickly. I¡¯d aired some of those issues to him previously. Emmerich didn¡¯t pretend to understand them fully, but he was a good person to bounce things off of. ¡°Tax money, keeping things running smoothly. It¡¯s going to be a lot of work, which is why I¡¯m thinking about our government.¡± Emmerich nodded, ¡°I see. There¡¯s a lot of folks out there who make a good living by helping out the counts and dukes.¡± ¡°They¡¯re probably just ¡®advisors¡¯ who he can ignore as he wishes, I want to do something official. I want experts from our major sectors to make issues known and help implement ideas. Like you! You¡¯re connected with the woodsmen and know your way around an axe.¡± I wandered over to my board of papers and hung up a new one. It was a rough list of ideas that I had for those ministers and their roles. As we were only a small village, the ones I decided were needed were as follows. Agriculture, trade, forestry, business, housing and mining. The agriculture minister would be responsible for handling the farmers. We had a lot of them, so it was going to be the hardest job. I already had a few people in mind for it, but I suspected that Jerimiah wouldn¡¯t accept the position if I offered it to him. The forestry minister and the mining minister had a similar position, communicating key issues, implementing ideas, making things more efficient. The business minister was for the secondary goods producers within the town centre. They were all to be connected by the trade minister, who was ultimately responsible for getting things in and out of the town. ¡°Can you get the word out for me?¡± I asked. I still had to go and see how Amelie as doing, I didn¡¯t have time to go to the four corners of the town and negotiate getting volunteers for the position. ¡°Sure. I think I get the picture well enough.¡± With that business concluded, I packed away my things and locked the office behind me. One of the benefits of my magical eye was that nobody else could see the sensitive information that I was working with. Still, I didn¡¯t need someone breaking in and messing up my stuff. I waved to some of the people still living in the building as I passed and left through the front entrance. It was a sunny day on the coast, so I enjoyed a pleasant, short stroll down to the waterfront where the men were working on setting up our first dock. It was already taking shape, with several logs already placed vertically in the water to act as supports. Three workers were cutting some other logs into planks to be used on the boardwalk. Amelie looked like she¡¯d been through a war. She was covered in sweat and dirt, and her clothes were waterlogged. ¡°Ah, come to see our progress, have you?¡± ¡°Looks like you¡¯re making very good time. Maybe we¡¯ll have some fresh fish sooner rather than later.¡± Amelie nodded, ¡°I have a fondness for seafood, it¡¯ll be nice to have something else to eat around here. I¡¯m tired of bread.¡± ¡°Bread¡¯s practical. Lasts for a long time, doesn¡¯t need specialized storage.¡± ¡°And it¡¯s as dull as dishwater,¡± she replied. The farmers were working hard to plant a variety of different crops themselves. Though the end consumer probably wasn¡¯t thinking about how much moving their entire livelihoods to the middle of nowhere on the back of a cart messed with their production. You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. ¡°This first arm will only take us a few more days to complete. The blacksmith is already working on mooring posts for us. It¡¯ll be long enough for most trading ships to drop by and make some trades. The other side can be reserved for fishermen mooring their boats.¡± ¡°We don¡¯t have any fishermen right now,¡± I explained, recalling the job statistics in my office. Temping a few over would do wonders for our food situation. The waters off out coast were very lively. ¡°We need to inform people about how amazing our new town is.¡± ¡°I wouldn¡¯t go that far just yet, Mayor. People are attached to their lives at the hip, they won¡¯t be willing to upend everything and move out here that easily. You need to show them that doing so is in their interest. The dock and opening trade with the neighbours are a solid first step.¡± Our nearest neighbour by water was the large coastal city of Senton, located within the Duchy of the Black Cove. The Black Cove was ruled over by a man named Duke Polemarch. The book didn¡¯t contain any personal details about him, but they were likely to be interested in trading with us. The town of Glenfield rested to the direct north. Any of our goods, imported or exported, were going to come and go from there. Both locations belonged to Lunarmar. Though that wasn¡¯t necessarily a bad thing. Co-dependence would grant us leverage in time. Everything was coming together.
Duke Polemarch was seldom seen in the halls of the Lunarmar Palace. Heavy set, with thick bushy black eyebrows and an eternal scowl on his craggy face. He wasn¡¯t the most welcoming person to see storming down the polished marble corridors. Servants and nobles alike gave a wide berth as he passed them by. He was a man more concerned with ensuring the continuation of his own success over the Kingdom itself. The Black Cove had exploded in size and wealth thanks to an influx of refugees taken from surrounding towns and cities. He was revelling in it and extending rights that those people couldn¡¯t enjoy elsewhere to cement their loyalty. For once though, the King of Lunarmar had called upon him for consultation on an important matter. Polemarch was not under the mistaken impression that his words would be taken as gospel. Everything in the palace was buried under two layers of deception and vested interest. The King was no different. He wanted to be in and out as quickly as possible, so upon arrival he made a charge for the drawing room where he was awaiting him. He knocked on the door thrice. ¡°Enter!¡± He pulled the handle and bowed his head in deference as he stepped inside. Sat upon a comfortable wood and leather chair was the King. King Sebtlander the fourth, to be specific. The King was a decade older than Polemarch, but from appearance you¡¯d be forgiven for thinking it was three times that. The King had increasingly come to resemble a scrambled old man, with grey hair pointing wildly in every direction, and baggy lined eyes that sunk into the back of his skull. ¡°Good evening,¡± Polemarch stated politely, ¡°I am here at your request.¡± ¡°Good!¡± the King barked, ¡°They¡¯re driving me crazy in here. I threw the ledger at my chief minister and told him to bring you.¡± ¡°¡­And why would that be, your highness?¡± ¡°That blathering buffoon Lomarac assuaged my concerns about this new town he had his eye on with promises of a quick resolution, now, two weeks later ¨C he comes crawling back to me in tears because his idiotic plan of marrying his daughter to the count didn¡¯t work!¡± Polemarch bit his tongue and reserve his most powerful venom for less polite company. Frank Lomarac was the head of the self-titled noble family. A man devoid of character, wit or charm. He was utterly foul company. ¡°A new town, sire?¡± The King sighed and sank back down in his chair, ¡°Some people fleeing the fighting have laid claim to a plot of land we had our eyes on. Naturally, I asked Sir Frank to handle the matter and ensure the timely delivery of the appropriate tax money to the treasury, and if possible, control over the town itself.¡± ¡°And he failed.¡± ¡°Yes! Spectacularly! I dismissed him and called you instead ¨C you always seem to know what to do, and they¡¯re close to your Duchy anyway. He sobbed that they already had a leader in place, and they wouldn¡¯t send us any tax money.¡± Polemarch now had a rough idea of what land the King was speaking of. If it was close to him, unclaimed and desirable, there was only one space that fit the bill. Polemarch had been eyeing it himself in the hopes of having it added to his jurisdiction. ¡°If I may speak out of turn. It begs to reason that those people may not have the money to pay. I have an alternate solution that will make everyone happy.¡± The King waved his hand, ¡°Let¡¯s hear it.¡± ¡°I see little reason to displace this¡­ peasant count. Should he die, we could merely replace him with someone new.¡± The King nodded along, granting him the right to continue. ¡°I say that we use this situation to our advantage. They won¡¯t have the military force to fight back against us, but we don¡¯t need to fight. We offer them a ¡®concession¡¯ or two, and get some in return. They can keep their appointed leader, but we get tax money. We ¡®assist¡¯ them with establishing trade routes with the Black Cove, in return for a claim on the land and their incorporation into our borders.¡± ¡°I see.¡± ¡°We get the town, control the leadership and the tax money without any bloodshed or¡­ political marriages,¡± Polemarch spoke the term with intense disdain. ¡°Hm.¡± Sensing that the King saw his logic, Polemarch moved onto his own concerns, ¡°I agree that it is a matter of some urgency. That town is located on an important chokepoint between the oceans. Several valuable trade routes run through there. Should an enemy obtain control and establish a blockade, it would have serious consequences.¡± ¡°And who will be responsible for these negotiations?¡± he grumbled. Polemarch moved in for the kill, ¡°If you will allow me sire. I will attempt to bring the count here for a proper discussion. We can hammer out the terms and see where their loyalties lie.¡± The King closed his eyes and pondered Polemarch¡¯s proposal. ¡°I¡¯m interested,¡± he concluded, ¡°We don¡¯t have the men to spare for a pointless fight with some farmers, and Lord Frank has been less than helpful on the matter. I will delegate responsibility on this issue to you. I expect progress by the end of this week.¡± Polemarch bowed, ¡°It will be done.¡± ¡°Additionally, my commander wishes to speak with you about our supply lines. You will find him in the usual place.¡± Polemarch nodded and left the chamber. His shoulders sagged as the King finally moved out of sight. A heavy sigh of relief escaped from clenched teeth. ¡°Another job for the list.¡± Chapter 10: Polemarch [author] We are officially caught up on advance chapters. They''ll be coming to SH as new chapters are finished from here.[/author] I already knew that the home country was keeping a close eye on us. Amelie had accurately identified that several of their men were scouting the area and reporting back to the King. I was expecting my previous actions against her brother to come back and bite me at any time, mainly in the form of an armed force of soldiers booting down the metaphysical gates and taking over. That didn¡¯t happen, but what did happen was more worrying in some sense - because it was completely contrary to what I had characterized the neighboring Kingdom as. While I was taking a moment to relax in the town¡¯s park, a complete stranger with a leather bag approached me. ¡°Letter for Mayor Blackwood?¡± he croaked. My brow thoroughly quirked, I reached out and accepted the bound and sealed letter. ¡°It¡¯s an important communication from Duke Polemarch, I suggest you study its contents carefully.¡± Without any further explanation, he turned and left down the main road out of the town. Not feeling the energy to chase him down and demand answers, I peeled the wax seal off the parchment and unfurled it. That waning energy filled my body involuntarily as I consumed what was inside with my remaining eye. Duke Polemarch was coming here. And not only that, but he was going to arrive that same day. I ran back to the office and cleaned the place up a little. The fact that they told me in advance assuaged some of my concern that it was an invasion force in response to previous events in the town. Amelie had told me a little about our closest neighbor before. Duke Polemarch of the Black Cove, allegedly an intelligent and results oriented man, with little time for noble politics. We stood by the main entrance to the residential area and awaited his arrival. I was silently thankful that we hadn¡¯t built a clock tower, because contextualizing the wait would make it feel even longer than it already was. Polemarch arrived a few hours later with a small quartet of personal guards. We saw his caravan crest the hill that ran through the front edge of the agricultural area. A horse drawn cart decorated in a royal blue, and matching guardsmen with tabards of gilded thread. The cart trundled to a halt and the door opened, a mountainous man stepping forth into the chilly air. With a big, furry collar, large beard and several layers piled on top of each other, he looked even larger than he truthfully was underneath. They remained close to his side as they approached me and a gathered crowd of concerned townspeople. Polemarch was taken aback by the quality of the roads, and the presence of working sewers. It was like they¡¯d lifted a portion of the noble sector from the capitol and relocated it to the middle of nowhere. He studied me for a moment before speaking with a booming sledgehammer of a voice, ¡°It seems that you aren¡¯t lacking for ambition. My name is Duke Polemarch, and I am here on behalf of the King of Lunarmar.¡± I bowed my head politely, ¡°Shane Blackwood.¡± I gave him a tense smile and motioned to the front door of the town hall. He wasn¡¯t going to speak on these pressing matters in public. I brought him into the office, asking the guards to stand outside while we spoke in private. He took a moment to study the intricate paper maps, plans and documents covering every wall, table and surface. Even after my last-minute housekeeping it was a total mess. He took the guest seat in front of my desk, while I sat behind it. ¡°Interesting. You seem to have a good handle on things, even though I cannot for the life of me understand this odd language you¡¯ve adopted.¡± ¡°I was educated in another Kingdom,¡± I excused myself, ¡°It is very good for operational security.¡± ¡°Then perhaps you could train some of our military officers in it, not a day goes by without a spy stealing important information from them. I have a question; how did you come to be chosen as the Count?¡± ¡°Mayor.¡± ¡°Mayor?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not really a count, am I? I¡¯m just in charge of a tiny village.¡± ¡°But this place has potential. And anyone who is in command of it is the Count. That is the lowest level of authority we have.¡± I shrugged, ¡°We had a vote. I won.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve heard of some places that operate under such rules, does it not result in undesirable people taking important positions?¡± In a sense he was right. But were nobles any better? Unelected families ruling over territory became old hat on Earth for a reason. People would rather have a corrupt moron that they voted for than a corrupt moron who was assigned based on who his father was. ¡°I¡¯m the only one directing people here. I¡¯m not going to draw conclusions based on a sample size of one.¡± That satisfied him for the time being, ¡°Do you know why I¡¯m here?¡± ¡°I¡¯m certainly under no illusions about what this meeting regards,¡± I replied, ¡°the last guest we received was transparent with his intentions, if only accidentally.¡± He didn¡¯t object to my characterisation, ¡°Aye. Frank Lomarac is a blunt instrument. Incapable and unwilling to think matters through before drawing swords and daggers. I¡¯ve been sent to resolve the situation in my own way.¡± ¡°But that solution ultimately lies with the people who live here. They¡¯ve already been betrayed by the Kingdom once ¨C what¡¯s to say that you can command their loyalty again?¡± This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. ¡°I always regarded the persecution of the Laddites as a miscalculation. They are the third largest religious body in the Kingdom. This ongoing effort to confiscate their property, land and businesses has sent many cities and towns into economic turmoil. Unfortunately, the King doesn¡¯t have the political force to prevent the Church of Azel from doing so.¡± ¡°Words are cold comfort for a lot of these people.¡± ¡°Which is why I was summoned by him to resolve the situation. He understands that I am a reasonable and talented negotiator. I asked him to extend a generous offer of integration to this community, one that I hope you¡¯ll find agreeable.¡± ¡°I need to hear your terms first.¡± ¡°Given my predecessor''s profound failure to assure your loyalty through an arranged marriage, I forwarded a simpler solution. You will remain in place as the Count of this area, you will continue to retain a similar level of independence as before ¨C especially if I am given dominion as this area¡¯s Duke. I have a strong interest in ensuring that this location is developed quickly.¡± ¡°And the downsides.¡± He clasped his hands together, ¡°That¡¯s the big question, isn¡¯t it? Tax money is the foremost thing on the King¡¯s mind.¡± ¡°We don¡¯t have much money to give,¡± I responded. ¡°Of course. This place is still in an infantile state. It¡¯s essential that we apply a light touch. I am willing to offer you an under-the-table bonus that he isn¡¯t aware of. If you agree, I will take on this year¡¯s tax burden for you. A small village such as this will be a small cost to our treasury. And I will assist you in establishing trade links between here and my own City in the Black Cove.¡± He wasn¡¯t doing that out of the kindness of his heart, ¡°You¡¯re trying to win us over.¡± ¡°That I am. It¡¯s only natural during a negotiation that we offer something to you. I hope that you¡¯ll see me as the best choice for this town¡¯s future. Should it come down to a decision in the court about who the Duke shall be¡­ I¡¯d like to rely on your support as it¡¯s Count.¡± ¡°And what kind of authority would that lend me?¡± ¡°I¡¯m sure the nobles will grumble about it,¡± he smirked, ¡°There isn¡¯t much they can do about it. The Count may be the lowest level of authority in the Kingdom, but they have the final say on what happens in their territory, if they have the agreement of the Duke above them. You seem to be the right man for the job. I¡¯d be happy to keep you on a ¡®long leash¡¯ so to speak.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± ¡°Lunarmar won¡¯t attack you, I¡¯ll help you build this place into a bustling trade port, and¡­ call it cynical if you will, but the Laddite population will presumably come here in search of a more welcoming home.¡± My mind strayed, ¡°I need to build a chapel.¡± ¡°Before you do! All of this will need to be ratified at the capitol, and presented before the court. It shall be a fine evening of entertainment¡­¡± I wasn¡¯t going to agree to such a thing right away. I stood from my seat, ¡°I¡¯ll consider your offer. My primary concern is the security of the people living here.¡± Polemarch tried to put the screws to me, ¡°This area is a perfect location for a trading outpost. Lunarmar won¡¯t be the only Kingdom with their eyes on it.¡± What I was really worried about was how the people who elected me would react. They¡¯d come here on the promise of keeping away from the people who had persecuted them. I couldn¡¯t make this decision without consulting them first. I escorted him back through the building and out into the square. Some of the townspeople had already started to transform it into a small park for everyone to use. ¡°You know I can¡¯t give you an answer just like that.¡± Polemarch smiled glibly, ¡°I understand. I can¡¯t help but notice that lovely dock you¡¯ve constructed, is it ready to use?¡± I nodded hesitantly, ¡°Yes. I believe so.¡± ¡°Then allow me to test it out for you. I¡¯ll return in two days to hear your answer; the King gave me a rather short time to present results. Forgive me. I will see you again, ¡®mayor.¡¯¡± Polemarch stomped back to his carriage and was away like a whirlwind. I could feel the weight of the world suddenly bearing down on my shoulders. This was a decision that would steer the future of this town and the people who lived in it. The crowd was upon me before I knew it, asking me just what was happening now. I could tell that they were worried. ¡°It''s those damn Lunarmarians again, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°We are Lunarmarians, idiot.¡± I held up my hands to try and quiet down the crowd, ¡°Everyone, can I have your attention for a moment please. The Kingdom has come back to us with a much¡­ more generous offer than the previous one. They don¡¯t have the soldiers to come storming down here and destroying this town. Though it does mean we¡¯ll have to pay taxes to the nearest Duke.¡± There was a murmur of discontent. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t make such a sudden change without consulting all of you first. First, I want to organize a group of people to forward concerns and work with people to implement new policies.¡± I pointed to the list posted on the message board out front of the town hall. ¡°I¡¯m calling a meeting tonight. Anyone who wants to have their say, please drop by again at eight.¡± I listened as they dispersed to their homes. One of the older women from the group spoke her thoughts aloud, ¡°I want to think that there¡¯s still a place for me in Lunarmar. I was born there, and I wanted to die there.¡± ¡°But they¡¯re just going to do it all over again, right as we¡¯re settling in!¡± ¡°I¡¯m not so sure about this.¡± ¡°We better make sure we¡¯re ready to leave quickly¡­¡± I was in a tough spot. I needed their confidence to make this work, but I knew that there was little prospect of us remaining untouched with Lunarmar looking to protect their trade from enemies and pirates. I felt a hand on my shoulder. Amelie had been hiding behind me the whole time. She had changed back into the lavish red dress I associated with her, instead of her dirty foreman clothes. ¡°Duke Polemarch dropped by and you didn¡¯t immediately come running for me?¡± ¡°He wasn¡¯t here for long. He wants me to go to the capitol to ratify this place¡¯s membership of the Kingdom. I can stay in charge, but after a year we¡¯ll be paying taxes and presumably hosting soldiers.¡± ¡°But for how long?¡± Amelie said, cutting to the heart of the problem. ¡°While I wouldn¡¯t object to your continued leadership, the nobles in the capitol may have¡­ different opinions. The appointment of a commoner to a county would threaten the very basis of their authority.¡± ¡°And the King?¡± ¡°He may be willing to relent if it solves his problems quickly. The nobles follow his word ¨C he can take the hit. I think it¡¯ll be interesting. They feel very secure in their position at the moment thanks to the war.¡± I didn¡¯t care for what was interesting ¨C my main job was to make sure that the town was safe and growing. If Duke Polemarch could curry the King¡¯s favor and have me appointed officially, that would solve at least one of my problems, and probably spawn several more as a consequence. I¡¯d seen enough TV series and stories to know that nobles were a bloodthirsty and conniving lot. I¡¯d have a target painted on my back. It was down to what the townspeople thought in the end. ¡°If I do go, I¡¯d like for you to accompany me,¡± I asked. She seemed shocked by the request. ¡°Me?¡± ¡°You know the nobles better than I do. And I have to say my etiquette may not be up to scratch if we¡¯re seeing the King.¡± ¡°I will but the King¡­ doesn¡¯t really care that much for etiquette. He¡¯s odd. When did he say the deadline was?¡± ¡°Two days. He¡¯ll be coming by boat, so I hope the dock¡¯s finished.¡± ¡°We¡¯ll have it complete by then, even in its current state it can be used pretty easily.¡± ¡°The meeting¡¯s in a few hours. I hope you¡¯ll be there.¡± ¡°I will, Mister Mayor. Don¡¯t go running away now.¡± Fat chance. [author] PATREON | TWITTER Support my patreon for 3$ a month to see five chapters early before public release![/author] Chapter 11: Ministers ¡°¡­And that¡¯s why I¡¯m forwarding this offer to all of you. I¡¯d be remiss to agree to such a thing behind your back.¡± I had carefully explained the situation to all of the assembled townspeople. We were crammed inside the town hall, wall to wall, in an impromptu meeting about the future of Celeste¡¯s Landing. I had managed to command their attention thus far ¨C even as the more controversial elements of the offer came to light. The room became louder as they discussed the matter between themselves. Emmerich stood beside me with a pensive stare. I wanted to resolve the matter simply and quickly, with a show of hands from the people in the room. I clutched a roll of parchment stored in my pocket. I allowed the discussion to continue for an hour, until holding up my arm and demanding their attention again. ¡°I¡¯d like to put this to a vote. I will not air my own opinion here so as to not influence the results.¡± ¡°But you¡¯re the Mayor,¡± Emmerich objected. ¡°I¡¯m the Mayor, but I¡¯m also an outsider. I will not return the yoke of the Kingdom so eagerly when so much trust has been placed into my leadership. This is a decision for the people of this town to make.¡± ¡°If you must¡­¡± ¡°All those in favour of re-joining with Lunarmar, agreeing to Duke Polemarch¡¯s terms, and continuing under my leadership, please raise your hand.¡± A flurry of movement followed as people pushed and shoved, trying to be seen. I pretended to count the raised arms, but in truth I didn¡¯t need to. I quickly scribbled down a conditional tracker on the paper I brought and received an instant, accurate number of the votes for each option. To my surprise, the results were decisive. Sixty-five percent of the people wanted to accept and appoint me as Count. I gave the room a moment to settle, ¡°Final chance. Are we all happy with our choice?¡± A few hands switched positions as people had second thoughts, but ultimately the result remained the same. ¡°The ayes, sixty-four. The no¡¯s, thirty-four. We will accept the Kingdom¡¯s offer.¡± There was a cheer of jubilation from the successful voters. I could sense that some of the others still felt bitter about past events, the events that had led them to moving here in the first place. Others weren¡¯t willing to let go of their past so easily. ¡°I will work hard and continue in the same capacity that I always have. It¡¯s more important now than it ever has been for us to transform this untamed land into a wonderful town to live in. We¡¯re going to set the standard for every town and city in the Kingdom to follow. But I can¡¯t do that all by myself.¡± I smiled and motioned to the small gaggle of people standing to my left, including Emmerich and Amelie. Just as I had expected, Jerimiah had rejected the offer to become my agricultural minister, instead putting forth a man named Arton. Emmerich had been chosen by the foresters and hunters. Amelie didn¡¯t have any competition for the spot of trade minister, but I wasn¡¯t torn about it given her extensive experience. ¡°I asked for volunteers and nominees to adopt a smaller, more focused role for our various industries. You already know them as members of the community ¨C from now on, they¡¯ll also act as Ministers. Forward your ideas, problems and hopes to them and they will relay them to me. They have experience and talent, and I¡¯m happy to have them on board.¡± The business, housing and mining minister were all people I wasn¡¯t very familiar with. The business minister was a woman named Maggie Walton, a weaver who set up shop in the middle of town. She was a stern, busybody of a lady with curly hair and a robust body. My new housing minister was another woman, Frederica Sims, who was a homemaker and closely connected to many of the other wives in the town. Finally, there was the appropriately named Bradley Slate ¨C he worked with the miners in extracting natural resources from the nearby hills and mountains. This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. A polite applause rained down as they bowed to the crowd. For the time being it was a voluntary position with little official responsibility, but if things grew quickly that would change. ¡°I have a lot of good news for everyone,¡± I said, ¡°Our housing project here in the middle of town is almost complete. Soon everyone will be able to move into their own homes, and out of this building.¡± Another cheer of jubilation. We¡¯d been making rapid progress as our process for building sewers and houses developed under Amelie¡¯s leadership. Two dozen wood and stone, two story buildings now stretched out in the middle of the plains. Connected to the farms by dirt road, it was starting to turn into a real village. ¡°This building will be turned into a more permanent structure. For now, it¡¯s only serving as my office, but I¡¯m open to hearing other ideas for how we can use the space. I appreciate everyone¡¯s patience. What we¡¯re doing here is very unorthodox, but it¡¯ll be worth it. Remember to pay it forward and be good to the others. ¡°If anyone has any further questions to ask me, please come forth and speak with me. I¡¯ll be happy to answer them.¡± I stepped down from my box and allowed the people to disperse. It was getting late and they needed to be up bright and early tomorrow for work. A dozen people remained. The questions were much along the lines that I expected when I extended the offer. A lot of them were worried about Lunarmar walking in and taking over again. The Laddites had been seeing increasing persecution from the political and religious class over the past decade. ¡°This is our town,¡± I replied, ¡°Nothing major is going to change for at least a year. And Duke Polemarch seems to be less interested in religious warfare than the others. It¡¯s likely that the number of Laddite residents will only increase with time, as they learn that this is a safe place to make a livelihood.¡± That was enough for the time being. But greater and greater challenges would face us in the future. I had to focus on the upcoming meeting at the capitol. I turned to Amelie and invited her into my office so we could talk things out. Amelie gave me a rundown of everything I needed to know before Polemarch returned. There were dozens of noble families that ran things in Lunarmar, with splinter families making things even more complicated. Their ultimate goal was to find their members land to rule over, no matter how small or insignificant. There was a strong cultural incentive to do so ¨C noble children were trained from a young age in a variety of leadership skills to prepare for the job. Counts and upwards received a seat in the King¡¯s court, a quasi-parliament where they could advance laws of interest or lobby each other for deals and influence. The court would meet every month, though attendance was not mandatory unless explicitly stated. There was the Lomarac family, to which Amelie was born as the daughter of the house head. They were one of the larger families in the court, with several sons in waiting to become counts themselves. But by Amelie''s own description, her father had become increasingly disconnected with court politics over the years. They owned much of the fertile land in the centre and east of the Kingdom. The Polemarchs were the most affluent. They had a reputation as intelligent and savvy dealmakers who always came out on top. Duke Polemarch was the head, and he had two young sons himself. There was a second Duke named Anton. In recent times their numbers had dwindled from over a hundred living members to a dozen. Despite that, they retained their position as one of the top three. They were our primary concern, as Duke Polemarch¡¯s main seat of power was right next to us. The last of the major families were the Damarans. Duke William Damaran was the biggest hot-head and militarist in the nation. He had to be ¨C he was the main holder of the incredibly contested lands to the East, under near constant attack by the Twin Kingdoms of Vand and Mandery. All three would object to me being given land when they had family without. They were competitive and they weren¡¯t above dirty tricks to get what they wanted. Becoming the ¡®count¡¯ of Celeste¡¯s Landing and the surrounding territory would paint a target on my back. As a boring guy who lived in the modern world, the idea of court politics was something that made me shudder. This was going to end in one of two ways, with me in charge, or face down with a dagger in my back. But I couldn¡¯t back out now. People had entrusted me with the job, for better or worse. I had to get serious and face those challenges head on. Now I just had to wait for the day to arrive. Chapter 12: Game We had our first test of the dock two days later, when Duke Polemarch returned on board a medium sized ship to visit the town. The process of mooring it went smoothly enough thanks to the assistance of his crew. We were going to the capital city the following day. Polemarch was eager to solve the problem as quickly as possible thanks to the King¡¯s imposed deadline. He was even kind enough to bring me some dress clothes for when I was presented to the court. My godly jacket was nice, but probably not up to their standards. Polemarch was overjoyed to hear our collective affirmation of his plan. He¡¯d managed to provisionally snatch the town from under the Lomarac¡¯s noses. I ¡®owed¡¯ him a favour, which would be paid forward in us presenting ourselves to him as a new vassal town under his Duchy. That didn¡¯t mean everything was going to go smoothly. Polemarch echoes many of the same concerns that Amelie had. They¡¯d try to use every underhanded trick in the book to get one over on me. Polemarch and the King could head off most of those attempts easily using their influence, but in his own words, ¡°Some of them are still stupid enough to try.¡± I certainly wasn¡¯t under threat of being stabbed, because Polemarch assigned no less than five of his personal guards to keep an eye on me as we trundled towards the capital city in the back of a carriage. Amelie had elected to come with me and guide me through the messy undergrowth of noble politics. I didn¡¯t get a good shot of the city from inside the rocking carriage, but I could tell by the length of the journey that this was a big, big place. The glimpses I did see through the windows painted a picture of a tightly packed city bursting at the seams. Three story houses lay on both sides of the stone road, with only the occasional small alleyway breaking them up. The more affluent areas of the city had sewers and drains running down each side of the road, but that privilege wasn¡¯t extended to the other districts. I could smell the stench of refuse that had been thrown down onto the streets through the doors. My sightseeing was cut off as we passed through a large pair of heavily guarded gates and emerged out into a large palace garden. Finely trimmed hedges and marble statues replaced shops and homes. The horse-drawn carriage came to a halt at the foot of the steps leading up to the main building. The front fa?ade reminded me of a Greek temple, with tall pillars and a triangular roof. ¡°Here we are, the palace of the King,¡± Amelie said witheringly. ¡°It¡¯s¡­ impressive,¡± but not very wheelchair accessible. Polemarch didn¡¯t seem to be enthused about the building either, ¡°This is where the business happens. The west wing of the palace is where the court is held. But first¡­ King Sebtlander has requested a personal meeting with you. He wishes to ascertain your suitability for the job.¡± ¡°No pressure, huh?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I handed him a report on your work. Win or lose, it¡¯ll be decided by his gut.¡± That didn¡¯t reassure me at all. My future, and the future of the town were down to a King¡¯s whimsy. We followed Polemarch up the stairs and into the grand lobby. A huge pair of staircases winded up and around to the second and third floors. Another flight of tall steps, hooking a right, walking down a long, long corridor lined with entryways on both sides. Finally, we came upon an unassuming wooden doorway. Polemarch nodded to me, and knocked three times. ¡°King Sebtlander, I¡¯m here with Sir Blackwood.¡± He answered immediately, ¡°Enter!¡± He turned to face me, ¡°Mind your manners, and this should be no problem.¡± He unlocked the door and waved me in. Amelie had to stay outside. The room was not the grand throne room I expected to be shown to upon my arrival. It was a comfortable and personal office space that had clearly seen much use. There was a large, ornate wooden desk at the back side of the chamber, topped with an oil light and a fountain pen. The walls were covered with stuffed bookshelves. Hunched over in a tall-backed leather chair was an old man wearing a red silk robe. He was bundled up as if winter had descended over the interior of the palace. An open fire roared against the left wall and cast the wood-lined chamber in a deep yellow glow. I was unsure of what to do. I pretended that I was in a period drama and did what I thought was appropriate. I approached the King and bowed as deeply as my back allowed, ¡°It¡¯s an honour to meet you, your highness.¡± He ignored my greeting and locked onto the Duke beside me, ¡°This is the man you spoke of? He¡¯s barely even a boy!¡± The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. Polemarch shrugged, ¡°Young or not, the report I presented to you was truthful. With the benefit of experience ¨C I have no doubt he could be an excellent Count.¡± The King¡¯s deep-set eyes scrutinised me closely. I felt myself tense up, not wanting to cause offence. ¡°Hmph. Looks like he has some spine,¡± he punctuated the sentence by coughing into his hand, ¡°Better than those idiots who call themselves leaders¡­¡± Polemarch leaned into my ear, ¡°That means he likes you.¡± ¡°I have to admit, it¡¯s very unusual to see a young man like yourself doing something as an affront to the Kingdom.¡± I stood at attention. ¡°Ah. I didn¡¯t intend to be in charge originally. I simply came across the caravan as it was travelling.¡± ¡°You¡¯re not a Laddite?¡± I grimaced, ¡°No. No I am not. Though I suppose you could say I¡¯m a believer.¡± How could I not believe when I had met the goddess of the religion myself? She was the one who sent me here in the first place. Still, to describe myself as a Laddite would be strange and unfitting. I knew nothing about their traditions or customs, I didn¡¯t attend their sermons or understand their teachings. Yet here I was, their voice in a Kingdom that had spurned them in so many ways. ¡°¡­They¡¯ll give you trouble, that¡¯s for sure. As long as you stand straight up and face them head on, I¡¯ll be thankful for it. They¡¯ve grown too comfortable with things around here. They believe that they¡¯re owed everything and more. I have no place for people who cannot pull their own weight. If they think that they can rely on the Azel Church to secure their position, they have another thing coming. Do you understand me?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°You started this,¡± he warned me, ¡°For good or ill, you must be the one to finish it. Whether it¡¯s a grand success, or an early grave ¨C there¡¯s no turning back from it now. Knowing this, would you accept my blessings and become the count of this new settlement?¡± ¡°I will, but they call me the Mayor.¡± ¡°¡­I see. I have my answer. Polemarch has told me many things, I trust his words. As such, I will accept his judgement. You will be the Lord-Mayor of Celeste¡¯s Landing. The Blackwood family, as small as it is, will stand shoulder to shoulder with the others.¡± I bowed again. ¡°Don¡¯t disappoint me. The court will assemble tomorrow.¡± With nothing else to say, Polemarch tugged on my shoulder and led me back out of the room. Amelie was on top of me in a moment, ¡°Did it go well?¡± ¡°Aye lass. The King approves. But that isn¡¯t the tough part. As soon as one of their insiders spots you, they¡¯ll know what¡¯s going on. It¡¯ll be a scramble to see who can get their hooks into you. It would probably be safer just to stay in your chamber until I come for you.¡± His words only served to inflame a newly developing sense of paranoia. The palace was huge yet isolating at the same time. Long sightlines that stretched from end to end of each wing, hundreds of doorways closing in on your left and right. And now the potential of being kidnapped or killed by a jealous noble¡¯s hitman. We followed the mountain of a man deeper into the winding corridors of the castle. It stretched on and on, so much so that I was surprised when we finally came to a stop outside of another door. He opened it and waved me inside. It was a bed-chamber, similar in design to the office that the King was working in. Red carpet, wooden furnishing and silver trim. It was cosy, and a far cry from sleeping on the floor of my own office in a bag. I sat down on the end and sighed, rubbing my eyes clear. I couldn¡¯t expect Polemarch to speak frankly. He wasn¡¯t doing all of this out of the kindness of his heart. He wanted to secure his position within the Kingdom, and I was a means to do just that. By gaining control over our part of the coast, he could protect his precious trade routes from interference by others. ¡°Can they do anything to stop this?¡± I asked again. ¡°No. Not with me and the King backing you. Killing you would put a lot of heat on them too, so they¡¯re going to try and win you over.¡± ¡°Like you did?¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t win you over like they do. I offered you a mutually beneficial deal. These people are all about arranged marriages and ostentatious gifts. Things that don¡¯t require effort, compromise or sacrifice on their part. That¡¯s why I¡¯m the Duke of the Black Cove, and they¡¯re not.¡± Polemarch could insist he was different all he wanted, the end results were still the same, as was the motivation. ¡°How is this ceremony going to go?¡± ¡°You won¡¯t have to do much. You¡¯ll be presented before the court as the candidate for assuming the countship. The King will name you, the area in question, and ask for objections from the assembled nobles. Of course ¨C they¡¯ll have plenty. Just keep your head down while they get it out of their system.¡± ¡°And then?¡± ¡°After the public facing part of the process, your name will be entered into the registry as a new ruling family. They¡¯ll also pester you to make a family crest, probably.¡± ¡°I¡¯m no artist.¡± ¡°They¡¯ll commission one of the King¡¯s to make one for you.¡± Not to mention that I had no intention of turning into a noble anyway. Though for the sake of keeping up appearances I had to go on with whatever they wanted me to do, within reason. I had to play by their rules. Getting upset and trying to make a point would get me nowhere. I bit my tongue for the time being. ¡°After that, official authority over the territory will be handed to you. You will be recognized as the King¡¯s representative, and have all of the benefits that come from it ¨C including support from our military. I wouldn¡¯t rely on them right now though.¡± ¡°I know. They¡¯re busy.¡± ¡°That¡¯s¡­ an understatement. We don¡¯t have enough men to protect our own towns and cities, never mind attack the enemy.¡± ¡°A defensive advantage can¡¯t be understated.¡± ¡°They won¡¯t pull back,¡± he said, ¡°they¡¯ve invested too much into this campaign to come home with nothing. If we had more rational people like you in court, maybe things would be different.¡± ¡°Can¡¯t the King demand that they come home?¡± ¡°Not without a formal peace offering. Ultimately, the control over our military is divided between the nobles and the King. The nobles are the ones who pay their wage, so they command a lot of authority and loyalty with them.¡± ¡°Men,¡± Amelie scoffed. Men indeed. There was too much masculine pride on the line to make the right choice. ¡°Lady Amelie, allow me to show you to your chamber-¡° ¡°I know where it is. Just make sure that my ¡®future husband¡¯ here doesn¡¯t turn up dead before the council meets.¡± Polemarch chuckled, ¡°Of course.¡± Chapter 13: Noble Amelie knew that this was coming. Her father, Frank, had called upon her the moment she set foot into the Palace. After parting ways with Shane and Polemarch, she marched down the halls like a woman possessed. The Lomarac family had a parlour in the palace used for just this purpose. Frank was waiting for her. He stood from the armchair he was sitting in and motioned to give his favourite daughter a familial hug. ¡°Darling, I¡¯m so happy to see you! How was the trip?¡± Amelie had to stop herself from gagging. So eager to be nice when she was face to face with him, after ditching her in the middle of nowhere for weeks. She replied tersely, ¡°Yes father, it is wonderful to see you too.¡± She didn¡¯t want to, but she humoured the old man and embraced him in a quick greeting. Father and Daughter sat across from each other. A cup of warm tea had already been prepared and placed on the table next to Amelie. She didn¡¯t wait long to air her grievances. ¡°Father. I wish to know your full reasoning. Why did you think it was worth the time to send me there?¡± Frank steepled his hands together, ¡°The King gave me a task, one which I honestly had no idea how to complete. I settled on dispatching you to the area. It was only when your brother returned that I learned of the true nature of the ¡®town¡¯ which had enraptured the court so.¡± ¡°An easy way to be rid of me.¡± Frank was hurt by the accusation, ¡°You are my favourite daughter. So bright and beautiful. You¡¯re the envy of the entire court! I¡¯d never do something so callous.¡± ¡°That didn¡¯t stop you from trying to pawn me off to the first man who grabbed a piece of land.¡± ¡°Amelie, darling, you know that I only want the best for you! A man of status at any level is a worthy match for your intelligence and looks. Those chances come by so very rarely.¡± Amelie masked her real intentions with some well-placed lies, ¡°He¡¯s not a man of status, father. And the County you seem so intent on capturing for our family is little more than a hamlet. Why does your favoured daughter have to be used in such a crude way?¡± The truth was that she had no intention of marrying anyone he chose, no matter their wealth or power. Years of being directed to act in the interest of her father and brothers had hardened Amelie¡¯s fledgling sense of rebellion. ¡°I was sure that he¡¯d be happy to have you¡­¡± ¡°Father, let us leave these honied words for the public eye. The man, Shane Blackwood, is too aware to fall for such a trick. There was little hope of me ¡®seducing him¡¯ from the start. He has enough self-restraint to resist falling into a lust-fuelled frenzy the moment he lays eyes on me. I cannot say the same for the sons and daughters in this court.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Frank exhaled from his nose and deflated in his seat, ¡°I think I know why they called us here. I¡¯m not happy about it, but if the King¡¯s favour lies with someone else, there is aught for me to do about it.¡± ¡°Yes. Duke Polemarch has vouched for his ascension into rulership. A shrewd piece of negotiation.¡± ¡°But to offer such a gift to a commoner, at a time like this? My objections are weaker than others, but even still I find it hard to stomach. This threatens the cohesion of the court at a time of war.¡± She was unsympathetic, ¡°Surely a problem to be resolved amongst themselves.¡± ¡°If only things were that easy. I¡¯d be lying if I said that I never fell to such prideful lows myself. The Lomarac family is everything to me. My sons, my daughters, even my cousins and the distant branches. We vie for supremacy, wealth, power, influence, to have our crest hung from the rafters and held in high regard.¡± ¡°It is none of my concern,¡± Amelie said, intending to cut things off there. ¡°I am nothing more than your daughter. There is little role for me in these proceedings.¡± ¡°¡­I see. Your usual room has been prepared by the servants, if you wish to rest after the long journey here.¡± Amelie finished the last of her tea, stood, and bowed to her father. Even as she tried to stand apart from him there were some habits she just couldn¡¯t break. She left the room in a huff and leaned against the outside wall. The meeting was about what she expected. Her father would rather die than ever admit wrongdoing. There was an acute possibility that one of her brothers had suggested her exile. Luc was too spineless for something like that; It had to be Louis or Hugo. Her father couldn¡¯t say no to them and that was one of Amelie¡¯s key frustrations. They¡¯d even tried to exert influence over the younger sister¡¯s education years ago ¨C implying that homemaking would be her only responsibility. A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation. She never forgot. If anything, it only made her desire to show them up even stronger. She started sneaking into the library when nobody was around and reading books that had been regarded as too masculine for her. That old, slovenly, carefree Amelie was replaced by one that was reading material for people several years her senior. She found a particular fascination with boats and ports, from the economic effects of them to the engineering that constructed them. She was the first lady in her family to attend the Royal College. And though she was kept separated from the male side of things in both dorms and lessons, she took full advantage of the opportunity ¨C earning top marks in every subject she studied. The goading, the teasing, the minimization. They had all hard-pressed her stone into diamond. She was a prodigy. That momentum had come to a crashing halt. She was under no illusions about it. Out of the hundreds of nobles who stood in the court, only a handful of them were women. Women who had the great misfortune of living in a family without a direct male heir. To be appointed to the court through merit, or to even earn the recognition of her own family was a big ask. Beautiful women like her were destined for political marriages with some slovenly, unappealing son. But Shane had offered her a chance. It was a complete coincidence, luck of the draw, but it was there. An opportunity to show her family just how good a leader she really was. Shane¡¯s success had become intertwined with her own. She was one of his ministers, and in his own words the most important one of the lot. What she always wanted was now within reach. All she had to do was help shepherd him through the difficult process of establishing his County. Make a case for being inserted into an even more important position. Amelie couldn¡¯t stop the smile spreading on her face. Maybe being left behind by Luc was a good thing ¨C not that she was going to give the men of the family any credit for accidentally helping her. Their intent was to shove her into a dark corner of the continent where they didn¡¯t have to deal with her directly anymore. She wandered down the corridors of the palace in the direction of her private chamber. The footprint of the building was immense, merely so that each visitor could have a room of their own when the court was assembled. What a waste of time and money. On the other hand, most of the male nobles Amelie had met were lecherous fools and the prospect of sleeping near them made her shudder. Their usual introductions punctuated by staring at her chest and trying to compliment her, hoping for an easy lay with a pretty woman. Shane didn¡¯t do that, though she could see him struggling to not look down when they first met. In that way it was almost amusing. An old tutor always told her that her looks were a deadly weapon. She always thought it was a deeply cynical idea - but her recent experiences in court had only given that theory more credence. Amelie¡¯s walk was interrupted as two men emerged from around the corner in front of her. The first, a blonde permed cockroach with no chin and long red coat ¨C was Phillip Damaran. The son of William and heir to the Eastern Duchy. The other who was rotund and balding, Steven Damaran, his cousin. Steven had the misfortune of looking twenty years older than he really was. ¡°Look what the cat dragged in,¡± Phillip mused, stalking towards her with long, exaggerated steps. ¡°As if this day couldn¡¯t get any worse.¡± ¡°You wound me, my fair lady! Is that any way to talk to a future Duke?¡± ¡°Seen as though you haven¡¯t yet ascended to the position, I only think it¡¯s appropriate. You sweep through like a bout of infectious disease, though a man with the runs still manages to have better hygiene.¡± Phillip tried to laugh off the insult, ¡°That sharp tongue of yours is very charming. Your father seems oddly resistant to accepting my marriage offer.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Amelie sighed, ¡°Tis¡¯ a shame. Perhaps you should change targets to a woman who can stand to be in your presence? Instead of incessantly following me around like a lost mongrel.¡± Steven turned to his cousin, ¡°They must have taught her some new insults out in the countryside.¡± ¡°No. She always swears like a sailor ¨C your brother had the right idea when he said that learning about ships wasn¡¯t right for a young girl.¡± ¡°Noted,¡± Amelie glowered. Phillip turned from flirting to politics, ¡°I¡¯ve heard rumours about your new friend being inducted to the court. You do realise what an affront such a plan is to the families and their children? Poor Jean is being passed over again! You must feel bad for your brother.¡± ¡°Not particularly. I don¡¯t know what you hope to gain by offering fake sympathy for my brother, you two are always at each other¡¯s throats.¡± ¡°A little friendly rivalry never hurt anyone. I¡¯m merely concerned for the precedent this will set ¨C how will the many sons of the court handle being rejected for their rightful positions as leaders?¡± ¡°Yes, a shame. To continue leeching off the goodwill of their parents like a gaggle of blood-sucking parasites. Truly the people will weep at your plight.¡± Phillip¡¯s face flashed in outrage, ¡°Watch your tongue! I could have you drawn and quartered if I wished!¡± He closed the distance between them and looked down on her from above. Amelie wasn¡¯t going to back down to his usual threats, she stood her ground even as he tried to intimidate her with his height. ¡°You lay so much as a finger on me and my dad will bury you. They¡¯ll never find the body.¡± Steven became increasingly unsettled as the standoff continued. He tugged on Phillip¡¯s sleeve, ¡°Let it go Phillip. It¡¯s not worth the trouble.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll be keeping a close eye on this boy of yours. The moment he slips up, I¡¯ll cut his fucking neck. There¡¯s no room for pretenders in our court.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t have the sack to try.¡± Phillip opened his mouth to speak again, but fell back and restrained himself. With the last word said, the terrible twosome meandered back the way they came. They were waiting there for her to come by just to speak with her. ¡°I hate those two,¡± she muttered. Why was he even interested in Celeste¡¯s Landing? Even if he managed to secure the county for himself, he¡¯d end up under the command of Duke Polemarch. His father would never allow it. Trouble was heading Shane¡¯s way, and she wasn¡¯t confident that he had the skills and wit to handle it. Time would tell.