The Complete Broken Empire Trilogy: Prince of Thorns, King of Thorns, Emperor of Thorns. Mark Lawrence
heartlands of Ancrath, too deep in our own thoughts even to steal the horses that would ease the last of our journey. I had but to close my eyes and I would see the new sun rise over Gelleth, rise through Gelleth, and hear the screams of her ghosts.
We saw the Tall Castle’s battlements from the Osten Ridge, with seven miles still before us to the gates. The sun descended in the west, crimson, racing us to the city.
‘We’ll be heroeth, Jorth?’ Elban asked. He sounded uncertain as if all his years had yet to teach him that the end justifies the means.
‘Heroes?’ I shrugged. ‘We will be victors. And that’s what counts.’
We walked the last mile in dusk. The guards at the gates of the Low City had no questions for me. Perhaps they recognized their prince, or perhaps they read my look and some instinct for self preservation kicked in. We walked through unopposed.
‘Brother Kent, why don’t you lead the way to the Low Town and find the lads somewhere to drink? The Falling Angel, maybe.’ Sir Makin and I would go to court. The remainder of my brothers would find no welcome in the Tall Castle.
With Makin at my side I set off for the High City and at last we came to the castle itself. I put fatigue aside when we entered by the Triple Gate. We crossed the Lectern Courtyard in the deepest shadows, thrown by a failing sun.
By the time we passed the table knights at Father’s doors I had a spring in my step. I looked first for Sageous, seeking him at the King’s side, then amongst the glitter of the crowd. I let the herald finish our introduction, and still I sought the heathen. I found Katherine beside the Queen, one hand on her sister’s shoulder, hard eyes for poor Jorg. I let the silence stretch a moment longer.
‘Where have you hidden your painted savage, Father-dear? I did so want to meet the old poisoner of dreams again.’
I slid my gaze across the sea of faces one more time.
‘Sageous’s services to the Crown have taken him from our borders.’ Father held his face impassive, but I saw the quick glance exchanged between his queen and her sister.
‘I’ll be sure to look for his return.’ So, the heathen had run before me …
‘I’m told that you limped back without the Forest Watch.’ Queen Sareth spoke from Father’s side, her hands upon the greatness of her belly. ‘Are we to assume your losses were total?’ A smile escaped the tight line of her mouth. An exceptionally pretty mouth, it has to be noted.
I spared her a small bow. A bow for my half-brother, struggling to claw his way from her womb. ‘Lady, there were losses among the Forest Watch, I cannot deny it.’
Father inclined his head, as if the crown weighed heavy upon him. Pale eyes watched me from the shadow of his brow. ‘We will have an account of this rout.’
‘Lord Vincent de Gren …’ I counted him off on my index finger.
An intake of breath hissed through the aristocracy.
‘Even the Watch Master!’ Queen Sareth struggled to her feet. ‘He has even lost the Watch Master! And this boy seeks our throne?’
‘Lord Vincent de Gren,’ I resumed my count. ‘I had to push him over the Temus Falls. He vexed me. Coddin is the Watch Master now, low born but a sound fellow.’
‘Jed Willox.’ I counted a second finger. ‘Killed in a knife fight over a game of cards, two days’ march past the Gelleth border.’
‘Mattus of Lee.’ I counted a third finger. ‘Apparently he urinated on a bear by mistake. It seems that the legendary woodcraft of the Forest Watch maybe somewhat overstated. And … that’s it.’
I held the three fingers at arm’s length above my head and turned left, then right, to survey my audience.
‘The losses among my own picked men were similarly grievous, but in our defence you must consider that the razing of a castle defended by nine hundred Gellethian veterans is a dangerous undertaking. With two hundred and fifty lightly-armed forest rangers, there is a limit to what can be achieved without casualties.’
‘The coward never reached Castle Red!’ The Queen pointed at me – as if anyone would mistake her target – and her voice became a shriek.
I smiled and held my peace. Women are apt to lose perspective when fat with child. I saw Katherine try to press Sareth back into her throne.
‘I ordered you to assault the Castle Red.’ Father’s words held no hint of anger, and carried all the more threat for it.
‘Indeed.’ I advanced on the throne, leaving Sir Makin in my wake. ‘Bring me Gelleth, you said.’
A yard separated us, no more, before the first palace guard thought to raise his crossbow. Father lifted a finger, and we paused, me and the guard sweating in his hauberk.
‘Bring me Gelleth, you said. And you were good enough to grant me the Forest Watch to do it with.’
I reached into the road-sack at my hip, ignoring the crossbows held on me, and the fingers ever tighter on their triggers.
‘Here is Merl Gellethar, Lord of Gelleth, master of the Castle Red.’ I opened my hand and dust trickled through my fingers. ‘And here,’ I drew out a chunk of rock no bigger than a walnut. ‘Here is the largest stone that remains of the Castle Red.’
I let the stone fall, dropped into silence. Neither dust nor stone were what I purported, of course, but the truth lay there on the throne-room floor. Merl Gellethar was dust on the wind, and his castle rubble.
‘We killed them all. Every man in that fortress is dead.’ I looked to the Queen. ‘Every woman. Lady, scullion, drudge, and whore.’ My eyes fell to her belly. ‘Every child, every babe in cradle.’ I raised my voice. ‘Every horse and dog, every hawk and every dove. Each rat, and down to the last flea. Nothing lives there. Victory does not come in half measures.’
Father lurched to his feet.
In one pace I stood almost nose to nose with him. I couldn’t read what his eyes held, but the old fear had left me, as if it too had trickled from my hands.
‘Give me my birth right.’ I kept all colour from the words, though my jaw ached from the strain of it. ‘Let me lead our armies, and I will take the Empire, and make it whole once more. Set aside the heathen. And his plans.’ I glanced toward the new queen at that.
I should have kept my eyes on him, should have remembered where I got my mean streak.
I felt a sharp pain under my heart. It made me bite off my sentence, nearly my tongue too. I tasted blood, hot and copper. One step back, two, staggering now. I saw the blade, exposed in Father’s hand when I slipped from it.
Is this a dagger I see before me? The quotation bubbled up, and laughter too, breaking out of me, crimson with spittle. I wanted to speak, but for once words escaped me, leaking away with my life’s blood.
The throne-room swam before me, its architecture no longer certain in the face of such betrayal. Every eye watched my retreat toward the great doors. Their stares lanced me, lords and ladies, Princess, Queen, and King. The legs that had borne me league upon league from Gelleth now turned traitor, as if each mile from the ruin of the Castle Red settled upon my shoulders and left me drunk with weariness.
He stabbed me!
There was a time when I loved my father. A time remembered, in dreams, or in rare waking moments, like the shadow of a high cloud crossing my mind. There’s a laughing face from a year I no longer own, from a season when I was too young to see the distance between us. The face is bearded, fierce, but without threat.
Is this a dagger I see before me? My mouth wouldn’t frame the joke. The laugh burst from me, and I fell, as if the knife had cut my strings.
For an eternity I lay before them, my cheek to the cold marble. I heard Makin roar. I heard the clatter as he went down beneath