Soul of the Fire

"Good, you didn't kill it," Franca said. "That would have been bad luck."

Dalton, red-faced, pointed at the desk. "It stole the book!"

Franca shrugged. "Ravens are curious birds. They often steal things to take, to a mate. They mate for life, ravens."

Dalton tugged at his clothes, straightening them. "Is that so."

"But the female will cheat on the male. Sometimes, while he is out collecting twigs for their nest, she will let another male take her."

"Is that so?" he said, miffed. "And why should I care?"

Franca shrugged. "Just thought it an interesting fact you would like to know." She stepped closer, surveying the damage to the window. "Was the book valuable?"

Dalton carefully brushed bits of glass from his shoulders. "No. Fortunately it was just a useless old book, written in a long-dead language no one nowadays understands."

"Ah," she said. "Well, there is that much good in it. Be thankful it was not valuable."

Dalton put his hands on his hips. "Look at this mess. Just look at it." He picked up a few black feathers and tossed them out the broken window. He saw there was a crimson drop on his desk. "At least it paid with its blood for its treasure."

CHAPTER 59

"The time has come," Bertrand Chanboor, newly installed and consecrated Sovereign of Anderith, called to the immense crowd spread out below the balcony, overflowing the square into surrounding streets, "to take a stand against hatred!"

Since he knew the cheering would go on for a time, Dalton took the opportunity to glance down at Teresa. She smiled bravely up at him as she dabbed her eyes. She had been up most of the night, praying for the soul of the dead Sovereign, and for strength to the new one.

Dalton had been up most of the night strategizing with Bertrand and Hildemara, planning what they would say.

Bertrand was in his element. Hildemara was in her glory. Dalton had the reins.

The offensive had begun.

"As your Sovereign, I cannot allow this cruel injustice to be thrust upon the people of Anderith! The Lord Rahl is from D'Hara. What does he know of our people's needs? How can he come here, for the first time, and expect we would turn our lives over to his mercy?"

The crowd booed and hissed. Bertrand let it go on for a time.

"What do you think will happen to all you fine Haken people if Lord Rahl has his way? Do you think he would give a moment's care to you? Do you think he would bother to wonder if you have clothes, or food, or work? We have labored to see to it you can find work, with laws like the Winthrop Fair Employment Law designed to bring the bounty of Anderith to all people."

He paused to let the people cheer him on.

"We have been working against hatred. We have struggled against people who don't care if children starve. We have worked to make life for all the people of Anderith better. What has Lord Rahl done? Nothing! Where was he when our children were starving? Where was he when men could not find work?

"Do we really want all our hard work and advancements to be suddenly wiped away by this heartless man and his privileged wife, the Mother Confessor? Just when we are reaching the most critical point in our reforms? When we have so much work yet to do for the people of Anderith? What does the Mother Confessor know about starving children? Has she ever cared for a child? No!"

When he started in again, he pounded his fist against the balcony railing to make each point. "The plain truth is that Lord Rahl cares only for his magic! His own greed is the reason he has come here! He has come to use our land for his own greed!

"He would poison our waters with his vile conjuring! No more could we fish, because his magic would make our lakes, our rivers, and. our ocean into dead waters while his poisonous magic works its way for him to create his gruesome weapons of war!"

People were shocked and angered to learn such things. Dalton gauged the reaction to each word so that he might hone them for the speeches to come, and for the messages he would send out to blanket the land.

"He creates evil creatures so that he may press his unjustified war. Perhaps you have heard of people dying strange, unexplained deaths. Do you think it some random event? No! It is the magic of Lord Rahl! He creates these vile creatures of magic and then turns them loose to see how well they kill! These deadly creatures burn to death pr drown innocent people. Others are dragged helpless by these marauders of the night up to rooftops and thrown to their deaths."

Spellbound, people gasped.

"He uses our people to hone his dark craft for war!

"His dark sorcery would fill the air with a vile haze that would seep into every home! Do you want your children breathing Lord Rahl's magic? Who knows the agonizing deaths of innocent children, breathing in his careless incantations? Who knows the deformities they will suffer should they swim in a pond he has used to steep a spell.