Best Served Cold

"Your Grace, I regret to inform you that the constant provocation of lawless elements from your duchy have forced my lord, His Majesty, the Emperor of Barundia, to declare war upon you." The popinjay ambassador from the power-mad tyrant bows as he speaks. "Do you wish to respond?"

"I would like a week's time to arrange my abdication," I answer. "If I can manage affairs with my subordinates, my people will not suffer."

"We know your coffers are full. Should they be plundered ere the week is done, no place shall hide you from our lord's wrath."

"Leave. I have a bare week to prepare. Note well, that should you cross my borders a single day early, my army shall fight and we will burn every field and granary, salt every field, poison every well, and allow our folk time to flee to the Kingdom of Marondika. Your lord will gain naught but a barren hellscape should he arrive early."

I sit and watch the ambassador leave, then motion my marshal forward. "Gather all the armsmen, retainers, and even the first levy. Gather them here in case of treachery. Allow their spouses and children to come as well, that they may all depart together."

I wave my hand and the bailiff dismisses the remainder of my court. I have a plan, but it will require the aid of my wizard, Garven.

"You're certain this will work?" I ask Garven.

"Yes, Duke Rondil." He motions to the hidden entrance. "None can find the caverns once the spell seals them and all within will remain timeless for the duration. To those inside, but an instant shall pass."

"Good. It can hold the number needed, along with all the gear and treasures?"

"Certainly."

I leave him and go out to the gardens. I stop beside the statue of my late wife. "I may never see you after this. That barbarian will certainly destroy you in a fit of pique. But I must do this."

I am certain time shall prove fleeting.

The days have fled. Levies, many with young wives and small children, arrive in fits and starts, only to disappear into the depths of the castle. Rumors fly, but none speak openly. My senior retainers, lords all, fret with worry.

"Sire, are you ill?" Dyimes, my senior squire. Like all royal guards, he is a knight in his prime. A bachelor of twenty-seven. When we emerge, I must arrange a suitable bride for him.

"No Dyimes, but my decision weighs on me."

"I shall follow you into exile willingly." Ever loyal, he sees it as the only option.

"Walk with me." We traverse the hall of ancestors, a line of paintings which I cannot remove until the closing moments. Dyimes would trail me, but I motion him to my side. We reach a side corridor and I follow it to the empty solar, where my wife once held her lady's court.

"I've never been in this part of the castle before."

"Hardly surprising. It has grown over twelve generations." I give him a wry smile. "Once it was a modest chalet, but now it sprawls with offices and rooms until I can scarce credit none have torn it down to start anew."

"How do you intend to fare abroad?"

"I intend to go into an enchanted slumber."

"For how long?"

"Twenty years. Enough for the mad emperor to grow old and the people to tire of his rule."

"The disappearing levies." He blinks. "And the arms. You intend to rebel when you return."

"Exactly. I took the first levy, the men sixteen to twenty-five, to give me a double count of those men when I return." I start walking, worried that a spy might follow and overhear. "Coupled with the nobles and their retainers, we shall have more force than today, and they shall be led by either his son, who is a halfwit, or a tired old man."

"All this depends on your wizard. What if he fails to wake you at an appropriate point?"

"Then we shall wait for eternity I suppose."

Dyimes's words fill me with misgivings, yet I decide to enjoy this last day to the extent possible. I wander from hall to hall, room to room. I walk into the stables, where stablehands lead reluctant chargers- rounceys, coursers, and destriers away. Tack goes with the steeds or is already in the caverns. A youth pulls on Foecrusher's reins, hapless before the truculence of the massive beast. I wonder where Sir Acehilm, his rider, might be. Then I am past the stables and into the kitchens, where the harried cook makes a final meal even as supplies are taken down into the depths by those who will go with us into an uncertain future.

Maudlin sentiment overcomes me. I strip my household of provender and servants, my land of youth and arms, my treasury of coins and bullion, all to prevent the usurper of Barundia claiming them. Had only his brother lived, we might have a reasonable man over there and I would still enjoy my wife's embrace. My steps take uncertain turnings.

Then, the ambassador steps in front of me. I have no clue how he entered my court at this time. I suppose someone must have left a door open, or some such. Garven worked an enchantment to stay men's tongues. Once he seals us in, he intends to cloud memories. I shall be a lord from a magical tale, destined to return in my people's time of need. But only if none can tell my enemies where to find me.

"Ambassador," Dyimes says. "You have returned early. Are our agreements nullified?"

"This castle seems much reduced." Another of the fop's bows. "Perhaps your duke forgot that Emperor Frentowex warned him to not loot the treasury on pain of death."

"Perhaps I intended to spare you the fate you so richly deserve for aiding him," I say. "Do you believe me unaware that you escorted the assassin who murdered my wife bare weeks before the birth of my first child?"

Dyimes, instantly alert, steps past the ambassador to drop the man's bodyguard with a dagger to the belly. I have the ambassador by the throat with one hand while the other grips his wrist. "I and mine shall return one day to your liege's dismay. But you shall tread the paths of death ere sunset."

Dyimes plunges his dagger into the ambassador's back.

"Leave the bodies." I lead Dyimes to the secret entrance, where Garven awaits. "Is everything ready?"

"Including having a team of jongleurs to spread the mystery of the disappearing duke and his household."

Knowing the bitter chill which shall encase us, I step into the depths to chase my revenge.

author's note- This one may be a little rough. I posted just as I finished.