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The Eyes of a God
John Marco



Barely twenty-seven, he still had a soldier's lust for life. Were it up to him, he would never make peace with Reec. That way, L№ria would always need him.
But it wasn't up to him. Akeela ruled L№ria now, and this was a matter he had decided alone. If war was Lukien's calling, then peace was Akeela's. Lukien glanced at his king and was pleased to be with him. If a trap did lay ahead of him, he would welcome death at the side of such a good man.
smiled as if nothing could sour his mood. "Put your suspicions away, Lukien. Nothing will go wrong."
Lukien nodded, because everything Akeela said was true. He was seldom wrong, this new king of L№ria, and that's why his people adored him. It was why they called him "Akeela the Good." And it was why men like Lukien and the other Royal Chargers followed him, even into the heart of Reec. Lukien settled into his saddle, trying for some of Akeela's abundant confidence. Behind them, the cavalry rode at attention, unnerved by the sight of Hes. The Bronze Knight stole a backward glance at his men. Behind the standard bearer he saw Lieutenant Trager. Unlike his underlings, Trager showed no trace of fear, but his silence belied his anxiety. Lukien leaned toward Akeela.
'Trager seemsЕ uneasy."
Akeela put up a hand. "Not today, please."
'You should have left him at home. He'll disrupt things."
'He won't," said Akeela. "You're just trying to irritate him. Stop it now."
Like many of the Chargers, Trager hadn't wanted to come to Reec. Behind Akeela's back he had secretly sneered at the notion of peace, sure that King Karis would snub the offer. Yet here they were, on the road to the Reecian capital, invited guests of the king. For Lukien, who had battled the Reecians since graduating war college, it seemed a miracle. Akeela was right to be proud. He had done something his dead father had never dared dream. If the meeting went wellЧif they weren't riding stupidly into a trapЧthen years of bloodshed might end and Lukien's Royal Chargers could at last sheath their swords. The decades of war had made them hard and suspicious, but the light in Akeela's eyes had convinced them that peace was in fact possible. Like Lukien, they quested for Akeela's dream.
Lukien knew his world was about to change irrevocably. Under Akeela, they all faced an uncertain future. Even if it was one of peace, it would still not be perfect for the Bronze Knight. Lukien was still a young man, and peerless with a sword. He had earned his reputation the hard way. War was his life, his best and truest calling. Without war he would change, and the idea chafed him. To sit at home with a dog at his feet simply didn't interest High in a tower of Castle Hes, Princess Cassandra of Reec cocked an eyebrow toward the window, marveling at the soldiers approaching her home. It was nearly dusk but she could see them faintly in the dimming light; their silver armor, their well-bred horses, their blue flag stirring listlessly on a pole. They were very many, much more than she had expected. She wiped the mist from the glass, spying the front of the column. Akeela would be there, leading his men, as brave as the stories said.
'Come away from the window, Cassandra," the girl implored. Jancis was nervous, and her voice quavered a little. The handmaiden had laid out Cassandra's dress and continued fussing with it, smoothing out wrinkles that weren't there.
'They're coming," said Cassandra.
'You'll see them soon enough. Come on, Cass, we must dress you."
'Come here, Jancis, look at them."
With a sigh Jancis did as her lady asked, going to the window to stand beside Cassandra. The princess, still in her undergarments, stepped aside so Jancis could see.
'Look, at the front. The two riding alone."
Jancis nodded. "Uh-huh," she said dully.
'Do you see them?"
'Barely."
'Do you think Akeela's at the front?"
'Probably," said Jancis. The handmaiden frowned. "I suppose that brute Lukien is with him."
'I suppose," agreed Cassandra sourly. No one had wanted her father to allow the Bronze Knight into Reec, but Karis had in sisted, for King Akeela would not come without him. "I bet he's an arrogant-looking bastard, too."
'Too far away to tell." Jancis bit her lip. "Hmm, I wonder what Akeela looks like. I can't wait to see him."
Cassandra's curiousity spiked. She went back to the window, nudging Jancis aside. Akeela was much too far away to see, and that frustrated her. It frustrated her, too, that she'd been obsessing over his appearance. He was a great man coming to Reec, with a great offer, and that should have been enough for her. But Cassandra knew she was special, and had long dreamed of a special husband. It was a childish thing, she supposed, but the dream was still with her. Cassandra thought it very strange that no one knew what Akeela looked like, or had faced him in battle. Most princes were warriors, but not this one. He let his infamous knight make war for him, while he himself stayed safe behind castle walls. Was he a coward then? Cassandra didn't think so. It took courage for a L№rian to ride into Reec.
'He's a mystery," Cassandra purred. The idea intrigued her. She moved away from the window and drifted toward her bed, an oak four-poster with ruffled sheets and perfumed pillows. The dress Jancis had made for her lay across the mattress, looking pristine and beautiful, the perfect garment for seduction. The princess looked down at her smock-clad body. She was seventeen and had filled out nicely. She knew this from the way the men at court looked at her, and she loved to play games with them. But Akeela was a king. Surely he had been with many women, and would judge her critically. A touch of inadequacyЧsomething Cassandra rarely feltЧbegan to tug at her. She had accepted her father's request to marry the L№rian gladly, because she was tired of Hes and loved the idea of being a queen. But she had made sure that she supported her father's plan with just enough restraint to keep her modesty. However, that had been a month ago, and now Akeela was at her doorstep. Worse, the L№rian king didn't even know what her father had planned.
More than anything, Cassandra wanted this peace to work. She had seen the disbelief in her father's eyes when Akeela's message had arrived, imploring a summit. Her father had never seemed so happy, or so grave. To make this peace he would do anything, even give her away. Cassandra pretended to care for her father's sake, but to be away from HesЧaway from the shadows of so many sistersЧwas her fondest dream. And to be a queen! Which of her sisters could say that yet?
'We should dress you now," said Jancis, "before they get here. Your father may want you to greet them."
Cassandra nodded but said nothing. Jancis picked up on her silence and shot her a questioning look.
'How are you feeling?" Jancis whispered.
Cassandra groaned. She didn't want anyone finding out about her pains, not today when she was so close to leaving. "You promised you wouldn't speak of that today."
'You're all right then?"
'Yes, and keep your voice down." Instinctively Cassandra looked toward the closed door, hoping no one was outside. "I'm fine. I haven't felt the pain for days."
'I don't believe you," replied Jancis. "I heard you this morning. If you're feeling fine, why were you vomiting?"
'Oh, you're such a witch sometimes!" snapped Cassandra. "Stop ear-wigging on me." She sat down on the edge of the bed, knowing she couldn't escape her friend. The sickness had come upon her a week ago, and had gotten worse before it had gotten better. Now it came in fits, a burning pain in her stomach that made her retch and sometimes turned her water red. She didn't know what it was, and truly didn't care to find out. She only knew that if her father discovered it, her marriageЧher chance at greatnessЧwould vanish. "It hurts sometimes when I eat, and that's all," she admitted. "I was nervous at breakfast. It's made me a little sick." She looked up. "Don't worry, Jancis. And don't you dare say a word to anyone."
The girl remained troubled. "I'm afraid for you, Cass. You should let Danette look at you, at least. She won't tell anyone, and maybe she can give you something for the cramps."
'Danette has a mouth as wide as the Kryss. I can't tell her anything, and neither can you. And besides, you make it sound like my moon blood, which it's not. What's that old midwife going to do for me?" hind her, leaving Cassandra to stare blankly at her father. The ruler of Reec took a step forward, his eyes revealing an inner sadness. Cassandra had expected the visit, and had dreaded it.
'You've seen them from your window?" asked her father. His voice was soft. With her, it was always soft.
'Yes. That's why I must dress."
Karis shook his head. "No, not yet. I'll be meeting with them when they arrive, but briefly. Akeela will be tired, too tired for even you to seduce him." His eyes traced over his daughter. "I want him to be as impressed as I am when he sees you."
'Then I won't be meeting him now?" asked Cassandra.
'Tonight," said the king, "after they've rested. When we dine, you'll meet him."
The princess drooped. She had waited so long to meet her new husband, and couldn't bear more delays. But she didn't argue with her father. Instead she let out a dramatic sigh, going back to the bedside and sitting down.
'I wanted to talk to you before tonight," said Karis. He sat down next to her on the bed, then picked up her hand and placed it in his own. His skin was rough against her petal-soft fingers. But his eyes were soft and affectionate.
'A father shouldn't have favorites, I know," he said. "But I'll tell you something now, Cassandra. I've loved you best of all."
'I know," said Cassandra. "You don't have to say so, Father."