Rien’s Rebellion 28 – 18 Frumentis 1138 Ragin


18 Frumentis 1138

Not the best thoughts to be having as I picked up my post after a trip south. Letters from the various Patronae who run my langreves, one from Ethene at Haelens, and a thick one from Rien, as well as her regular daily messages. I shoved everything in my pocket, took my ruck to my cubicle, and sent my equerry for whatever the mess had available. Good thing about the small rooms assigned to Advocates — security through obscurity becomes necessity. Ryten and I had an agreement — he kept my office and left my quarters alone now.

I sat on my cot and cracked the seals, putting aside those needing reply and dropping the rest in the brazier. I saved the thick one for last, expecting it would require more of me. Not wrong, there. The sheets were covered in her spiky script, but just repeated her other four letters.

She considered whatever she had written secret. That explained the paper — heavy rag stuff that can stand a wetting, more cloth than paper. The backs of each sheet were blank. Continue reading “Rien’s Rebellion 28 – 18 Frumentis 1138 Ragin”

Rien’s Rebellion 27 – Summer 1138 Ragin


Summer 1138

Paval and the General sent me out almost continually after that. According to my orders, I was supposed to be observing courts martial, and indeed I did, but that was an excuse. My point in being the circuit observer for the Justiciars General was to build my net. Roaming the border let me chat with every commander. I didn’t ask much — just to take the Spagnian threat very seriously.

“Kavin, you paid much attention to this new Minister of War?” I asked after an old friend and I had pleased each other a few times. It was good to tumble, especially good without an echo of take your time, it an’t a race between my ears. But the miracle was in the simple, uncomplicated desire, of having nothing to prove or lose or have taken except what my partners and I offered each other. It wasn’t love, but now there was joy, and calm, and bone-deep affection for my comrades instead of need and self-disgust and shame. Continue reading “Rien’s Rebellion 27 – Summer 1138 Ragin”

Rien’s Rebellion 26 – Archilia’s Day to Autumn 1138 Rien


21 Orcharis to Frumentis 1138 

I went directly to the library after a restorative cold bath. That was not my first sleepless night, nor would it be my last, and given sufficient fondal and not using my ingeniae, I’m good for a sleepless night or two. I worked through the cool early morning and into the afternoon, until well after the Conversatory started coming back to life.

A festival is leisurely or frenetic, depending on how one takes it. One could sleep, read, eat and fritter away the tenday, dance or otherwise occupy oneself until dawn, but invariably, summer festivals run through the night and people sleep through the heat of the day. Continue reading “Rien’s Rebellion 26 – Archilia’s Day to Autumn 1138 Rien”

Rien’s Rebellion 25 – Summer 1138 Ragin


Summer, 1138

I hated admitting Rien’s letters sounded happy. She’d loved her Ministry work and the Judicatura, and Celestan offered her work more complex and varied. And as engrossing. She didn’t seem to think about how we’d return her to the throne. 

The alliances she made would help when the time came. The Northwest District was best — most of the Teregenis up there were Royalist-leaning Progressives. The guilds had a strong presence, and where the guilds were, the common people had more influence. Since the Reformists took every opportunity to condemn and break the Guilds, we’d need Guild sympathy.

She loves Galantier, but the House of Galene is a glasshouse for forcing Royals. A Royal child must know everything about running Galantier sooner than humanly possible because a long regency could ruin us. The first principle of Galantier, back to the foundation by 1400 refugees from the world’s worst caldera, is Plan First. It’s served us well. Now, however, she had latitude she’d never had before and a temporary reprieve from the responsibilities that accompany power. Continue reading “Rien’s Rebellion 25 – Summer 1138 Ragin”

Rien’s Rebellion 24 – Summer 1138 Rien


22 Prunalis to 21 Orcharis, Archilia’s Day 1138

By First Summer’s Night, I could finally look up from mundane law and get outside of myself. The panics still came and my face still seemed subtly off, but my shoulder was as Healed as it ever would be and my ribs were knitted.

I used the leisure to begin my other project, around my work — figuring out what came next. I received at least one urgent flash message from Savrin a tenday, and two or three letters, all asking my advice. I always responded, he never seemed to listen, and the questions were always variations on the theme of working with the Prava. He didn’t seem to learn from what I wrote. He made no mention whatsoever of my status, nor of any progress on returning me to my place. As expected. Continue reading “Rien’s Rebellion 24 – Summer 1138 Rien”

Rien’s Rebellion 23 – 28 Prosilis 1138 Bran


28 Prosilis, 1138

I should be happier, I told myself. This whole venture went exactly as we hoped and Telia was right about Advocate Peregath. Smart and honest.

“Shall we go back to the inn?” Ced asked.

I shook my head absently. “I’d rather get home.”

“Not even to say goodbye to Telia?”

“She’s busy with the midday rush. I had breakfast with her.” What’s bothering me?

“Did you notice their new cat? It’s got two heads,” he said.

I stared at him. “What?” Continue reading “Rien’s Rebellion 23 – 28 Prosilis 1138 Bran”