Chapter Forty: The Cavalier

Chapter Forty: The CavalierA few weeks ago, the night Belgorth arose in Walbourg

The council room was cold in the evening.

The setting sun heralded the call of incoming darkness and a warm summer night under a starry sky. She looked at the window, imagining the gentle wind blowing on her face. It took all her willpower not to go outside and enjoy it firsthand.

Lady Brynslow? Lady Freygrad called out to her. Are you listening?

Alaire Brynslow disliked her last name. It had felt heavy at first, and then outright loathsome.

Truth be told, no, she hadnt been listening. Not with her full attention. It was becoming harder for her to focus on Snowdrifts council meetings lately. I miss Robin and Therese, she thought. Those two always made those reunions lively.

Colmar looked over his documents just long enough to glance at her. She couldnt see anything past his glass eyes, but his voice betrayed a hint of concern. Alaire?

I was listening, Alaire lied as she focused back on the meeting. The citys council looked at her while waiting for directions she could hardly provide. I still fail to see the problem.

I do not think you appreciate the seriousness of our situation, Lady Freygrad said. Thirty ships is a large order. Our shipyard cant satisfy it without extensive recruitment and

Lady Freygrad, Alaire interrupted her with a small smile. All I hear is good news.

A year ago, Lady Freygrad only ever visited to announce fruitless efforts to renovate Snowdrift or to attract newcomers to replace their falling population. Now she complained about receiving too many orders for their shipwrights and craftsmen.

Alaire never expected to find herself in this situation. Snowdrifts support of Roland had caused an influx of funds from the princes vassals who needed weapons, housing, and a hub for their military logistics. Now that the capital had fallen back into the loyalists hands, Snowdrift had been richly rewarded for its loyalty. Roland already issued the city a few benefits on trade as a reward for supporting his bid, such as reduced tariffs on imported goods from foreign nations and a temporary exemption from export taxes; a measure which had Thereses fingerprints all over it.

Whatever the reasons behind it, the tax exemption had already caused a few investors from the Riverland Federation to turn their attention to Snowdrift. A merchant prince commissioned them an order of thirty ships for their merchant navy on top of previous orders from Archfrosts royal fleet. Robins agricultural reforms and Colmars success in enriching Snowdrifts farm lands had resulted in a greater harvest and productivity, a process which freed up manpower from the countryside. A day didnt pass without Alaire hearing of peasants clamoring for city work.

It seems to me that our manpower issue will solve itself on its own, Alaire said. A short-time use of Robins skill clothes allowed untrained newcomers to pick up the basics in little time. I recall you complaining that we are struggling to house the new immigrants.

Astonishing as it may sound, our previously empty houses and warehouses will soon find themselves all occupied, Lady Freygrad confirmed. She clearly wished that Marika hadnt left the city. The Artisan could have easily solved that housing problem. Our real issue, Lady Brynslow, is that the demand for Snowdrift goods and ships outpaces our current production. We will either have to turn down commissions or delay our deliveries.

Alaire already knew which option Robin would choose in her place. She chose to follow his wisdom.

We will turn down new orders, she said. Snowdrift needs to inspire trust in its partners, and nothing kills trust quicker than delays.

Colmar nodded in assent. The city already struggles to gather the material needed to satisfy new orders in a quick and steady manner even with my power. Since I will not stay in the city forever, I suggest that you turn towards more sustainable means of commercial expansion.

Please do not remind us of your future departure, Lord Alchemist, Lady Freygrad complained with a sigh. We shall mourn your loss greatly.

I take it that the Blight will soon be purged? Alaire asked. Colmar wouldnt leave the city with that poison still threatening it.

The Berserk Flame inside the Gilded Wolf grows stronger by the day, Colmar admitted. However, the flux of positive essence generated by Snowdrift outpaces its growth and slowly douses it. My experiments with the Mages runestones have also yielded encouraging results. Even if Robins plan to transport the Blight to another area where we can destroy it safely fails, it should soon peter out on its own.

Peter out. Alaire vividly recalled their descent into the Blights heart, how its evil had poisoned dozens and twisted them into monsters. She remembered its evil, its burning rage, its searing flames born of hatred and bloodlust

It relieved her to learn that her city would soon heal of its corruption on its own. Snowdrift would overcome its past scars and turn towards a brighter future.

She wished she could say the same for herself.

I heard you visit Florence each day, Alaire told Colmar after the meeting concluded. Why?

I never give up on a patient, Colmar replied. The sickness that consumes Florence is an emotional one, but I hope to cure it nonetheless.

Shes not worth it, Colmar, Alaire warned him. She still resented her for killing her grandfather, even after learning the truth about him. However shady he might have been, he deserved better than a slow death by poisoning. Mother deserved better too. That woman has killed thousands.

Colmar refused to hear any of it. I have lost someone too. Someone I could not save. It led me down a dangerous path from which I still bear the marks of. I hope I can pull Florence back from it.

Alaire personally considered it a lost cause, but she respected Colmar enough not to push the subject. If anything, the apothecarys dogged determination to help others, even a person who had tried to kill him, impressed her to her core. She wished she possessed a spine as stiff and strong as his own.

I have been feeling off lately, she confessed. Adrift.

I cannot heal that pain, Alaire, Colmar replied wisely. You already know what cure you need. Good treatments might cause pain in the short-term, but they are required for long-term health and happiness.

Yes, she understood what she had to do. It simply frightened her because it meant admitting how much of her life she had wasted on lies.

I need fresh air to think, Alaire decided.

Will you travel alone again? Colmar joined his fingers, his voice heavy with disapproval. I would advise otherwise. It is unwise to leave the castle without an escort.

Any would-be assassin is welcome to try and take my head. At this point, Snowdrift could easily thrive without her. The citys council only needed her to stamp her familys seal on documents nowadays. Her people solved their own problems. I shall greet them properly.

The more she stayed in Snowdrift, the more she regretted not joining Robin and Therese south. There she could have made a real difference. Fought those who threatened her homeland instead of signing foreign commissions and housing construction orders.

Alaire wasnt made for this life. She had known it since the moment her grandfather named her his heir and dashed her dreams of knighthood.

It was only now that it had become unbearable.

Once night had fallen upon Snowdrift, Alaire took Silverine out of the stables for a ride. Her pegasus, her oldest and truest friend, hardly needed directions to take her up in the air and above the city. She knew their destination by heart.

You understand me better than anyone, dont you? Alaire whispered as she petted her mounts head. Silverine let out a gentle neigh in response. Sometimes, Alaire wondered if she was talking back. Witchcrafters said that pegasi were smart enough to speak, and wise enough not to.

Snowdrift looked so alive from above the clouds. The forges burned in the night with a new glow. Merchant ships traveling back and forth from the Riverland Federation traveled up and down the river. The dreary districts near the port now bustled with activity, once empty houses shining with the lights of their occupants. Even the Gilded Wolfs district saw new occupants unafraid of the Blight sealed within its basement.

Robin had kept his promise. He truly brought Snowdrift back from the brink.

And he could have done it without me, Alaire thought sullenly. She didnt resent Robin and the other Heroes for the support they gave her, far from it. She loved Snowdrift and wished it to prosper. She simply felt bitter about her own uselessness. Im not in my proper place.

Alaire thought taking time for herself would let her figure it out. It helped for certain. She knew the path to take. Now she only needed the resolve to tread it.

Silverine carried her above the silent hills around Snowdrift and to the ruins of Mothers convent. She landed near the silent tombstones under the red light of the Firemoon. The place was silent. Few people visited this graveyard, except for the rare Arcane Abbey pilgrims praying for the souls of the dead. The peace and quiet helped her think.

Alaire climbed down from Silverine and approached her mothers tomb. As usual, she had brought flowers for the dead and a longsword for herself. While she preferred solitude, she wasnt mad enough to travel without a weapon.

Greetings, Mother, Alaire whispered under her breath. I am sorry I havent visited lately. A war demanded my attention.

That was a lie. She could have visited earlier, just not alone. Her retainers would never have let her leave the castle alone so long as a civil war raged. Now that peace had returned, she could finally move without arousing too much fear or suspicion.

Alaire put the flowers on her mothers grave and then offered a silent prayer. Silverine tensed up at her side, her equine ears turned to the woods around the monasterys ruins. Had she heard an animal? Or something else?

Would tonight be the night?

Alaire waited a moment, a hand firmly waiting on her swords hilt. When the night answered her caution with silence, she relaxed a little. She stared at her mothers tomb, took a deep breath, and spoke her piece.

I cant take it anymore, Alaire confessed to the tombstone. The name Brynslow. Not since Her jaw tightened with anger. Not since I learned the truth. That grandfather poisoned you.

Mother didnt answer. Alaire had hoped she would one day, when she was too young to know of the Soulforge and the fact that the dead were better off in the ground.

Still, Alaire hoped that her mothers spirit could hear somehow. It gave her strength and the resolve she needed.

I dont want to bear a bloodstained name like that one, Alaire said. Once she had seen it as an honor, and now, as a curse. Grandfather killed you for dishonoring it. No name should be so precious as to warrant an innocents murder.

Silverine lowered her head, her elegant tail sweeping from left to right, her legs flexing as if to jump at an unseen target. The shadows thickened around them, the wind softly blowing on Alaires cheek. She strengthened her grip on her longsword but remained resolute.

I have decided I have decided to abdicate, Alaire finally declared; both to her mothers tombstone and to herself. She felt much lighter afterward. To continue upholding the Brynslow name would mean sitting on your corpse, Mother, and I She let out a sigh. I do not have the heart for it.

Thats good, a male voice said behind her. That was what she wanted for you.

He had finally shown himself.

You are late, Alaire said as she quickly turned to meet the intruder. I thought you would never show yourself.

Oh? A young man walked out of the shadows, dressed in a rich black tunic. Is that why you came alone?

You wouldnt have shown up otherwise, Alaire replied. She quickly recognized him as Rolands treacherous squire Sebastian. The Knot of Greeds leader, and according to Robins warning letters her father.

He hadnt changed much since he last visited Snowdrift with the prince, but his eyes His unblinking eyes were now a deep shade of crimson, redder than fresh blood. The same inhumanity that fueled Fenviros and Chastel both animated the man.

So its true, Alaire whispered, a slight unease filling her heart and pain racing through her arm. The last demon she encountered broke it alongside many other bones. Youve sold your soul.

For love, he replied with aplomb.

Alaire responded by unsheathing her sword and pointing at the demon, while Silverine expanded her wings in a brazen intimidation display. He did not move an inch.

The Cavalier? She wasnt making any sense. Yet Alaire sensed a strange warmth between her eyes. She sensed a thin scar when her hand brushed against it, too sharp and clear for a burn. Could it be?

Who was that fiend? Eris asked as she watched the bonfire. A sinister golden coin remained burning amidst the ashes, alongside Alaires sword. This seemed personal between you.

He was no one, Alaire replied gloomily as Silverine licked her wound. A ghost.

No one worth remembering.

The ship soared through Archfrostian skies.

It didnt surprise Alaire all that much. If a horse could fly, why not a ship? At least this one was large enough for Silverine to land on its deck. Her pegasus looked over the railarm at her side with curiosity.

The other Heroesit felt like a dream for Alaire to think these wordshad gathered on the airships deck to welcome her. The group included both old and new faces. Alaire had very much missed Marika, Soraseo and Robin.

Robin most of all.

When did this battle take place? Soraseo asked.

The night my predecessor died, when Belgoroth escaped in Walbourg, Alaire replied. She had grown convinced that her father approached her on that day because Snowdrifts resurgent Berserk Flame would keep Colmar occupied. Ive worn a headband since. Eris thought it would be better if we kept that incident under wraps to fool the Knots.

I still cant believe Eris didnt tell us, Marika complained. Why did that tattletale not say a word?

Eris keeps everyones secrets, Robin muttered before gathering his breath. Alaire, that thing youve killed

Was my father, I know, she interrupted him, avoiding his gaze. Ive indirectly killed both my parents.

Mother because of her bastard birth; and her father because she helped drive a sword through his head.

No, you havent, he insisted, trying to lift her spirits. It wasnt your father, only his sins and flaws made flesh. You and Eris have slain a demon with his face, no more.

What difference does it make which part of him I slew? He is dead now. Alaire shook her head. I do not regret it, Robin. He was a monster and it had to be done.

It angered her to recall how he had cracked Mothers tombstone. For all his talks of loving her, he had no shame in despoiling her resting place.

Robin seemed to understand she didnt want to speak of her late sire further. He was sharp enough to realize she felt no guilt nor remorse for putting down a monster, even one that brought her into this world.

I see, he said, his scowl easing up. Whatever, I am glad to see you safe and sound. That could have turned ugly.

It could have, Alaire conceded. Her head injury might have killed her had Silverine not brought her back to Colmar in time. It is good to see you too, my friends.

Robin smirked at her. So you did miss us.

Yes, I did. Alaire crossed her arms. He had that infuriating way of annoying her at the worst possible times. Do not get used to it, Robin.

I am deeply sorry for what you had to go through, child, Lady Selestine said. She took Alaires hands into her own, her fingers warmer than a forge. Know that you may count on my support, should you need it.

Alaire only had her Class for a few weeks, but she had quickly come to grasp its powers and limits. The Cavaliers mark let her command any beast that she mounted, whether a horse or a monster. Wild deers who had never tolerated a mans touch became docile the moment she jumped on their backs. Moreover, her mark immediately informed her what counted as an eligible mount wherever she touched them.

Alaires mark burned on her forehead.

My power counts this woman as a monster to be ridden. Something that had yet to happen with any other human. Could she be a beastman in disguise?

Thank you, Lady Priest, Alaire said as she hastily removed her hands. She knew Lady Selestine meant wellthough her crimson eyes bothered her, that woman didnt seem to have a fiber of spite in her bodybut emotional displays always left Alaire unsettled. However, I come today to support you, not the other way around. I have received dire news from the north. A beastman army has gathered near the border.

The servants wait for the master to rise, Soraseo muttered darkly. The Knots will strike then. The final battle is at hand.

I doubt Sebastians death will harm the Knots efforts, Robin noted. The cult probably replaced him the moment he became a demon enslaved by his own desires. His death does remove a loose end though.

Roland will be saddened, Marika said. He wanted to kill Sebastian himself.

Robin scowled. Believe me, its for the better that he didnt.

Difficult days await us, but I have faith, Lady Selestine said with a kind smile. Soon, the Knight and his vassals shall stand against the Lord of Wrath once more, as they were meant to.

I am finally where I should be, Alaire realized. Fighting demons on Silverines back at my friends side. This is my place.

She understood now. All her life, she had let others decide her fate. She had danced to the tune of her grandfathers approbations and her fathers scheme, surrendering her freedom for the sake of duty and family honor.

Her Mother never desired any of it. She had wanted to take Alaire away from this nonsense so she could be free to make her own decisions.

And her daughter would honor her wish. She would live her life, not as a Countess or a Brynslow, but as Alaire. She would for Archfrosts people as a knight. As herself, on her own terms.

However, she had one last mission to deal with before she could face the future.

If I may Alaire cleared her throat. I have a request.

All eyes turned in her direction. A request? Robin asked.

I have decided to abandon the title of Countess of Brynslow, Alaire declared. She felt lighter the moment the words escaped her mouth. Once I do, I intend to travel to the Deadgate.

You want to become a commoner? Marika asked, surprised. Are you certain?

I am, Alaire confirmed. Her fight with her father had only solidified her decision. I do not wish to uphold my grandfathers bloodstained legacy. I intend to let the people of Snowdrift elect their ruler and shape their own destiny, as will I.

But first, you must make peace with the dead, Soraseo said sharply, her eyes full of sorrow. With your mother.

Alaire nodded slowly. If her mothers soul truly awaited beyond the Deadgate, she wanted to speak to her one last time.

Well, we intended to journey to the Deadgate ourselves, Robin confessed. You are welcome to come with us after you settle your affairs in Snowdrift.

His calm reaction bothered Alaire. He had spent so long helping her secure her spot as Countess of Snowdrift; she would have expected him to be disappointed by her intent to renounce the title.

You are not mad at me? she asked, astonished.

Why would I be? Robin offered her a warm, sly smile. I told you I would support your decision, whatever it would be.

Here it showed up again. That sincere, charming smirk that made it so difficult for Alaire to dislike him, even when his flighty attitude and smooth talk got on her nerves. When it came to his friends, Robin Waybright wore his feelings on his sleeves without a care in the world.

Alaire had hated it once. She used to resent how he could express himself without fearing the judgment of others.

Now?

Now she realized she had possessed that strength in herself all along. Alaire didnt need anyone to tell her how to live her life. It belonged to her after all. No one would live it for her.

Still, her friends unconditional support warmed Alaires heart.

Thank you, she said from the bottom of her soul.

You are welcome, Robin replied, his arms crossing. Something bothers me, however. Your fathers demon mentioned the Devil of Greed forging a crown.

If I remember correctly, you mentioned that she was feeding souls to an entity of some kind, Lady Selestine said.

She did, Robin confirmed, much to Alaires unease. The thought of her father returning in one form or another disturbed her. The more I think of it, the more I wonder if theres a connection with her experiments on Soulforged Adamantine.

The thought crossed my mind too, Marika added. Maybe Daltia created the Devils Coins and Belgoroths sword as prototypes for a more powerful weapon?

Not a weapon, Lady Selestine said. A tool.

Robin raised an eyebrow in her direction. A tool?

Think about it, Lord Merchant, Lady Selestine said. The Devil of Greed considers herself the Goddess equal. Her first miracle was to create the world of Pangeal, so Daltia seeks to imitate her.

The Priest glanced at Mount Erebia. The first of the worlds mountains stood high across the horizon, its peak hidden by the clouds. There the Goddess descended with her four Artifacts to create Pangeal.

Alaires heart froze in her chest, as the magnitude of the Devil of Greeds mad ambition suddenly became clear to her.

I believe that you have guessed correctly, Lady Alaire, Selestine slowly. What did the Goddess use to craft this world?

An Artifact, Robin replied, his face grim with stark terror. The Devil of Greed is forging an Artifact.