Author's Notes: 1,077 words. Probably one of my better parts thus far (which isn't saying much, but shhhhh)? I always like writing about bear adviser/Valeri.
It
was only a few minutes after sitting down that Valeri found himself in the one
conversation that he had wanted to be in.
“How’s
my son?” he asked, sitting on a small chair that strained and groaned under his
weight. The tent wasn’t particularly
large, nor did it contain much within it.
There was a drawer to the side, a mirror resting atop it; beside the
mirror was quill pen laying over several pieces of paper. A stout wooden rod in one corner held the
polished blue-and-silver armor of Kasimir, which failed to glisten due to the
sun’s shining at an odd angle. A large
bed was positioned opposite the tent’s entrance, marked with blue curtains and
a full wooden frame that would be a pain for anyone to carry if not for the
fact that the Lord Walenty himself would assist in placing it in covered wagons
during travels. Kasimir was utilitarian,
but admired bright colors and intricate designs on anything he had, so the
armor and curtains had an inlay of the emblem of Walenty – a sword protruding
from a dragon’s maw to stab at a coiling snake, with a star overhead the
scene. Valeri had never much liked that
symbol.
The
woman in the full suit of armor, holding a lance that nearly pierced the top of
the tent, replied, “he does well.” The
lady’s armor was black, but silver ceremonial epaulettes and a cape cemented
her allegiance. “The country is wary of
its king’s departure, but they are quieter and less troublesome than normal.”
“How’s
my son?” Valeri reiterated, huffing in frustration as the chair beneath him
threatened to give way, leather straps at the bottom struggling to uphold his
large weight.
The
woman’s voice didn’t change. “He keeps
to his studies and wishes you well.”
“Is
he keepin’ himself healthy?” questioned Valeri, accidentally clawing the
armrests as he shuffled around.
“The
boy runs and has been tended to by the best physicians, and his diet is
acceptable,” she said hollowly.
He
laughed in what was, thanks to his appearance, a deep voice that made it sound
almost like a growl. The woman remained
steadfast as ever as his reaction shifted to bemused and curious. “And the military? Pfanxi still alive?”
The
suit of armor clinked as the lady nodded in response. “She has it easier than usual. Alsather and part of his government leaving
means that their soldiers cannot be as hostile as before, though their people
are more aggressive.”
As
one of the legs on the seat finally snapped, forcing Valeri to stand up, he
sounded disappointed. “I thought kickin’
out Alsather’s enemies would make his people happy, considerin’ they’re all a
bunch of racists.”
“Aye,”
said the woman in the suit of armor, nodding again. “Yet, in both countries, there is
distrust. Everyone is afraid of the Mad
King having arranged this meeting and inviting their leaders to come over. They fear that he might kill them, or at
least create a bad deal that would grant him greater control over the other
countries of the Confederacy.”
Valeri
frowned. “I can see that,” he concluded,
“’cause that’s what he wants to do. Have
us dead or have us lorded over. And
we’re supposed to be Claec’s enemies, so they probably trust us to take
advantage of this thing.”
“That
is why your son is asking if your life’s work is paying off.”
Valeri
froze, his arms behind him and gripping the chair. His face (or, what was visible of it),
scrunched up in frustration, beady eyes shrinking in size as he glared at
her. The lady took a step back before he
breathed a long sigh and hung his head.
“Can’t shoot the messenger, ‘cause my its own son that doubts me, not
you. Not like I can really fight
anymore. Or ever could, now that I think
about it. But Eimhin and Claec always
were friends, and Walenty was born to shut up the snakes and push them
into a puny state. Of course it’s
taken me these few decades to try to push them apart, even with the Mad King
madding it up. Ya’ can tell him that
much, and if he rolls his eyes and tells you that’s what I’ve said every time,
tell him it’s what I’ll keep saying until it happens.”
“And…”
said the lady, hesitating, her lance hovering warily, “how are you
negotiating with Alsather and his people?”
Rolling
his eyes, Valeri responded, “same as ever.
Kickin’ out his enemies and gettin’ them out of the country so he can
say he’s done somethin’. We’re also
workin’ together to see if we can force the Mad King to end this whole game when
we get to speakin’ tomorrow, if it doesn’t take him ten minutes to get angry
and quit. Speaking of, since you’ve come
all this way, I’d like you to look out for somebody.”
“As
you command,” said the woman, while Valeri turned out and bent over to shove
the leg back in the chair. “What is his
name and appearance?”
Finished,
the bear groaned, having strained himself in that effort, and sat back down on
the seat, which precariously wobbled but remained firm. “They call him Belisarius. He’s got a lot of facial hair and probably
looks grumpy right now. Look for the guy
in the shiniest and stupidest suit of green armor who looks more interestin’
than the others.”
“More
so than Karikoff,” she replied. Valeri
imagined her raising an eyebrow.
“Yep,”
he said, the leg immediately falling off the chair as another one snapped and
sent him toppling forwards. The woman stepped outside the tent to avoid his
wide girth, and then walked back in and he rose up and pushed the broken chair
into a corner. “It’s funny, ‘cause the
Mad King hasn’t pushed Karikoff up to the front yet, but I bet I’ll come down
tomorrow and hear he had a change of plans.”
“Not
if we can stop him with a second playing card,” replied the soldier, bowing
respectfully.
“That’s
the idea, so get to it!” commanded Valeri as the lady bowed once more and
exited, her lance briefly cutting the top of the tent so that a small amount of
light flooded in. He laughed as he
whispered an incantation and shifted back into Kasimir, who sighed exasperatedly
as the King spotted the roof and then peered behind him to find the broken
chair.
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