Fertelli villa thirty-two hours after her arrival.
Katrin was not harsh. Hecht had convinced her to be gentle with those who cooperated. His reputation, from the Connec, would give thought to those inclined to resist. Terms were: Onofrio had to provide some foodstuffs, some drayage, and fifty armed men who would not be required to fight the Patriarch. Onofrio had no trouble agreeing. In return there would be no plunder, no rapine, no murder—so long as the Prince and people of Vis Corcula did not hinder or harm the Imperials.
Heris popped in as Hecht was about to lie down his second night in Firaldia, in a villa near Vis Corcula’s western frontier, beside a road that crossed the Monte Sismonda to the Old Empire’s central military road, which, in time, reached Brothe.
He could reach the Mother City in three days if he wanted to push it hard. If nobody got in his way.
He had numbers enough to cause panic but not nearly enough to attack a sizable city, even taking it by surprise. Nor would Bronte Doneto allow himself to be captured. And that would be the only way to end this quickly.
Heris observed, “You should be too tired to be that jumpy, Piper.”
“I’m tired, all right. Of …”
“Don’t waste time. I’ve got to go lead my dwarves to the promised land pretty soon. Here’s what you need to know. The news about Katrin being pissed off and after Serenity’s guts hit Brothe a couple hours ago. About one hour before word that you’re here in Vis Corcula, in a bad mood, and headed that way.”
“Word gets around fast when the news is bad.”
“You don’t know the half. The city is in a panic. The Collegium worst of all. You really got the hoodoo on some of those old men. I don’t get that.”
“Blame Principaté Delari.”
“Grandfather?”
“He’s no adventurer. But he knows how to lay down a lie and make it smell like gospel. I’d bet he started some rumors.”
“Could be.”
“He doesn’t like Bronte Doneto.”
“Serenity has been screwing with him since you signed on with the Empire.”
Hecht sighed. “Life is strange. And keeps getting stranger.”
“Preaching to the choir, little brother. Ten years ago I was a slave, hauling water and lying down for an asshole … No! That’s all gone. Though I did birth a couple of children I wonder about sometimes.”
Hecht grunted. This was news. “Do the old men know?”
“I never mentioned it. I’m not sure why I’m telling you.”
“Did Drocker know?”
“If he did, grandchildren didn’t interest him.”
“Same with me. Though I didn’t know who or what he was till you and Delari told me.”
“You have children, too?”
“Two daughters, last seen in al-Qarn. By now they may have starved, died of a pox, or been murdered by the regime. I was promised that they’d be cared for. I have no way to know what actually became of them. Now I’ve made Anna, Pella, Lila, and Vali into a new family. Serenity better let them be!”
“Calm down, Piper. Grandfather will look out for them. And Serenity knows they’re protected.”
“I’m calm. How pressed are you?”
“Depends on what you want.”
“It would be useful to know what the rest of the Righteous are doing and how soon I can expect them. It would be nice to know how the Patriarch hopes to keep me from making the Empress happy. And I’d love to know how this is playing in Alten Weinberg and Hochwasser.”
“You don’t want much, do you?”
“If I’m going to wish I might as well wish for the stars. Information is addictive.”
“Sure. I’ll do what I can. But, like I said, I’ve got a herd of dwarves to keep in line and a clutch of gods to bully.”
“All …”
Someone pounded on the door to the room, tried to get in. Hecht had barred it.
Heris stepped into a dark corner, turned but did not leave. She could vanish without notice if necessary. Hecht opened the door. It had begun to creak as people shoved against it. He found Rivademar Vircondelet and several self-appointed lifeguards about to use a bench for a battering ram. “What in God’s Name are you doing?”
“Kinzer heard voices. We thought you might be in trouble.”
“Did I call for help?”
“No, sir. But …”
“Go away. And don’t do this again.”
The men behind Vircondelet were trying to see inside. They looked less sheepish than they ought.
Hecht shut the door.
“They’re worried about you.”
“They’re more worried about themselves. They watch me close because they think that I died and came back to life.”
“You did. But you