different. Lowlands peasants live their whole lives doing what their lords tell them. It doesn't work here, and it's time all you lowland-lovers learned it! Lenays have never liked being told what to do! They'd rather fight. Even the poorest Lenay farmer is a formidable warrior. You've been kicking the hornets’ nest for far too long, my Lords, and finally the hornets are swarming. I only tell you what you need to know to let them go back to their nests and leave you alone. But if you refuse to listen, there will be nothing in Lenayin's future but blood and tears. Even in Isfayen,” she added, with a glare toward Lord Faras, “where the Goeren-yai may not give a holy damnation about me. You try and put them under the feudal yoke, there'll be enough blood on the hills of Isfayen to make the rivers of Raani run red for a month.”
“Name your terms,” Torvaal said suddenly. Sasha stared at him, completely off guard. Blinked, trying to gather her thoughts. Behind their king, the lords were seething, but they dared not interrupt once the king had made his request. She had to get this right.
“Safe passage for all these men,” she said finally. “Reinstatement of all those who may have lost title, rank or pay—with no punishments.” Torvaal simply listened, his black-gloved fingers interlaced on the tabletop. “The Udalyn shall be granted royal protection. Royal soldiers shall hold open the Udalyn pass into Valhanan. The Udalyn shall be allowed to trade, to move back and forth, and to become a part of broader Lenayin. Royal soldiers shall ensure the safety of any moving along the pass.”
“Impossible!” Lord Rydysh snapped. “The Hadryn shall never agree! Royal soldiers on Hadryn soil is a violation of the sanctity of lords’ rights, an insult to Hadryn pride, and is against the letter of the king's law as written by King Soros!”
“King Soros is dead,” Sasha replied, looking only at her father. “King Torvaal rules now.” Perhaps there was a flicker of response in her father's dark eyes. Or maybe she imagined it. It was unclear why the Hadryn had not sent a representative to these talks. Perhaps, with Usyn dead, they had not reached agreement on who led them. Or they found the prospect of talks with their female vanquisher too shameful to bear. Even so, Sasha suspected something more was at play. Where matters of power were in question between lords, it was always safest to assume intrigue.
“Continue,” her father said simply.
“No additional powers shall be granted to the great lords, nor to the nobility in general—no new taxes, no new rules of justice, no more authority over the priesthood, nothing.” There were, predictably, cries of outrage. Sasha ignored them. So, for the moment, did the king.
“Continue,” said Torvaal, once the outbursts had faded. Could it be that there was a faintly different expression now upon his face? It seemed to Sasha that there was…perhaps a wry acknowledgement of a common exasperation between them—the lords. And, just maybe, a hint of…no, not pride. Respect. An acknowledgement that perhaps father and daughter, as little as they knew each other, were alike in one respect—in stubbornness, and determination, and an utter disdain for the disapproval of others.
“The Taneryn shall be free to choose their own succession to Lord Krayliss,” Sasha continued. “I understand from Captain Akryd that Krayliss's eldest son now claims the title of great lord, but under the ancient ways, such claims can be challenged. I understand that none of Krayliss's sons are particularly respected in Taneryn, and a challenge may be forthcoming. Whatever the result, the Verenthane great lords, and the king, should respect the result.”
“The ancient ways have never truly recognised great lords, however Krayliss styled himself,” Torvaal stated, with grim curiosity. “How can the laws of the ancient ways determine the outcome of a modern, and some would claim Verenthane, invention?”
Sasha blinked at him. It was the question of a knowledgeable man. She was astonished. And, just as quickly, she doubted herself. How well did she know her father truly? And how often had Kessligh insisted, against her own disbelief, that all through Krystoff's life, King Torvaal had been a fair and just man with the Goeren-yai? Things had only changed when Krystoff had died, he'd told her. When the sheer weight of protest from Lenayin's Verenthane leaders had shifted the path of the future, and convinced the king that his previous vision for the kingdom had been ungodly