Sweep in Peace
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“I am a Marshall of a Vampire House,” Lord Robart snarled. “I don’t answer to the likes of you.”
George smiled. “Fair enough, although you have already answered my first question, so the impact of your gesture is somewhat diluted. Very well then.” He raised his hand. A scroll appeared in it as if by magic. He let it unroll. A brilliant red symbol of the Holy Pyramid blazed in the middle of it. The vampires knelt as one and I saw Caldenia sitting in a chair, sipping her cup of tea, a small amused smile bending her lips.
“This is a Holy Writ granted to me by His Brilliance, the Hierophant,” George said.
He had a holy writ from the religious leader of the Holy Cosmic Anocracy. Wow. He just unleashed the equivalent of a nuclear bomb.
“This writ grants me the power of life and death over every single one of you,” George said. “I may kill any of you at any time without reason or fear of retribution. To defy me is to defy the Hierophant. Should you choose to do so, you will be excommunicated. Upon your death, your soul will be turned away from Paradise, forced to wander the lifeless icy plains of Nothing, where no sun shines upon you, no animal crosses your path, and no sound interrupts the silence. Have I made myself clear?”
“Crystal clear,” Lady Isur said, her head still bowed.
George rolled the scroll and slid it into his sleeve. “Rise.”
The vampires rose.
George looked at me. “Dina, you may release the Marshalls.”
I let both vampire rise from the floor. Neither of them spoke. The room was absolutely silent. You could hear a pin drop. George had their complete attention.
“This Galaxy’s interactions with Earth are governed by a Treaty of the Cosmic Senate,” George said. “Lady Dina, what is the most important provision in it?”
“The existence of other intelligent life in the Galaxy must remain secret,” I answered.
“What is the punishment for breaking this provision?”
“Banishment,” I said.
Lord Robart locked his teeth.
“Would House Vorga suffer consequences if Lord Robart’s transgression became public?”
“Yes. His House would be dishonored and banned from Earth.”
A couple of vampires winced. Earth was a vital waypoint. Losing access to it meant House Vorga would be severely impaired in their travel. Other Houses would happily take advantage of that.
“Lord Robart of House Vorga,” George said. “I don’t believe in starting these peace negotiations with blood. Nor do I feel House Vorga should suffer penalties for what was likely a transgression resulting from pride rather than malice. However, your actions nearly compromised this summit and atonement must be made for us to proceed. Lady Dina, do you recall the demonstration you provided earlier? If you could open that door one more time, please.”
Making George angry was a really, really bad idea. I pushed with my magic. The back wall dissolved. I faced the far wall and pushed with my magic. The wood fell apart, melting into nothing, revealing the endless orange sea under the grey sky. In the distance ragged dark crags pierced the water under the broken necklace of red planets glowing gently in the sky. The salty breeze washed over us and the planet exhaled in my face.
A body sliced through the orange water, thick, scaly, and crowned with a long ridged fin. Its coils kept going and going, sliding and coiling under the surface.
George looked at Lord Robart. “One hour, Marshall. We will postpone formal introductions until your return.”
The vampire raised his head.
If he stepped into that water, his armor would be too heavy. He would be too slow. He would drown. To go into that water at all was suicide.
Lord Robart bared his fangs.
They wore their armor as if it were their second skin. He would never…
Lord Robart unsheathed a short brutal axe and clasped the House crest on his armor. The black metal fractured, falling off him, leaving him standing in a plain black bodysuit. He stepped out of his boots, primed his axe with a flick of his wrist, and jumped into the water. It came up to his chest.
“Seal the doorway, please,” George said.
I let the wood flow back, hiding the vampire knight from view. We’d need a countdown. I murmured to the inn and a large digital clock appeared on the wall, counting the seconds down from sixty minutes.
George turned to me. “We still have the problem of the car and the police officer.” He gave me a brilliant smile. “This is your area of expertise. The delegation of the Holy Anocracy, my people, and I are at your disposal, my lady. How would you like to handle that?”
I turned to Arland. “Marshall, I’ll need your best engineer. The rest of you must go to your quarters.”
“Hardwir, with me,” Arland commanded.
An older dark haired vampire shouldered his way to the front of the group.
“I’m coming as well,” Lady Isur announced.
“Rest of you, through the hallway on the left. Go. Do not attempt to leave. The inn won’t permit it.”
The majority of the knights left the room, but five of them remained behind. “We cannot abandon our marshal,” a female knight said.
Lady Isur glanced at me. “Innkeeper?”
“You may choose two of your number,” I told them. “You can keep watch here. If you attempt to move from this room, you will be detained.”
The female knight and older grizzled vampire took up post by the wall. The rest went to their quarters. Caldenia still sipped her tea, looking perfectly satisfied.
Now I had to fix this nightmare.
“Follow me.” I started down the long hallway. The stables occupied the north-eastern corner of the house, opening into the orchard. From the outside, they would look just like a screened in porch.
Beast darted back and forth in front of me, scampering in pure excitement. Well, at least someone was having fun.
“I could kill him,” Lady Isur offered.
“That would only make more problems,” Jack said.
“Law enforcement here is very well organized,” Arland said. “If one falls, the rest converge on the area. It would make everything exceptionally difficult.”
The door flew open in front of me and I emerged into the stables. My hands shook slightly. Too much adrenaline and too much magic expended too quickly. With the guests within the inn, I would rebound, but right now I felt jittery, as if I’d drank three cups of strong coffee on an empty stomach.