Gail Dayton – The Compass Rose (страница 2)
Rynver-East naitan plantgrower, trooper under Kallista’s command
Mora-South naitan foodspoiler, trooper under Kallista’s command
Borril-Adaran guard sergeant
Smynthe-Tibran female magic hunter
Gweric-Tibran male magic hunter
GLOSSARY
Adara-the nation occupying the northern half of the continent south of the Jeroan Sea
aila (aili)-Sir or Madam, a title of respect in Adara
Alira River-tributary of the Taolind, descending from the Shieldback Mountains near Arikon
Arikon-capital of Adara at the edge of the Shieldback Mountains in western Adara
Athril River-center, navigable branch of the two western arms of the Unified River
Boren-town where the Alira becomes unnavigable, where the road to Arikon begins
Devil’s Neck-impassable isthmus connecting Tibran continent to the Adaran
Devil’s Tooth Mountains-the mountains that make the Devil’s Neck impassable, habitable only in the lower southern reaches, above the Empty Lands
Djoff-Tibran port on the western coast, at the mouth of the Athril
Dzawa-Tibran city where the Silixus descends from the central plateau to the coastal plain
Empty Lands-an ancient lava-flow desert on the northern edge of Adara, thought to have been created in the Demon Wars 2000 years ago, habitable if one is careful
Filorne-prinsipality north of Taolind, upriver from Turysh; coat of arms: crossed swords, black and silver
Gadrene-Ukiny’s prinsipality; coat of arms: blue-and-white ship
Haav-main port of Tibre, at the mouth of the Silixus River, easternmost of the rivers coming out of Tsekrish
Heldring Gap-wide valley in west central Adara, famed for the mines on either flank, and the swords made there
ilian (iliani)-four to twelve Adaran adults joined into a family unit, their version of marriage
ilias (iliasti)-spouse (spouses)
Kishkim-port city west of Ukiny, at the mouth of the Tunnassa River, known for its swamps and smugglers
Korbin-northernmost Adaran prinsipality, just south of Devil’s Neck land bridge in the Devil’s Tooth Mountains and the Empty Lands, Torchay’s home prinsipality; coat of arms: red-and-gold stag
Mountains of the Wind, Mother Range-mountain range that marks Adara’s southern border, Mother Range is Southron name; Mountains of the Wind is name used by Adarans
naitan (naitani)-a person with a magical gift
Obre River-westernmost branch of the Unified River, fast and full of rapids
Okreti di Vos Mountains-the name means “Arms of God” in the ancient language; separated from the Devil’s Tooth range by a lava-flow desert and from the Shieldbacks by the Heldring Gap
prinsep (prinsipi)-the ruler (male or female) of one of the once-independent governmental units now joined together to create Adara
prinsipality-the province ruled by a prinsep
prinsipella-the offspring (male or female) of a prinsep
Reinine-the priestess-queen chosen by the collective Adaran prelates and prinsipi to rule Adara; a lifetime appointment, but not hereditary
Shaluine-prinsipality north of Turysh, between Taolind and Tunassa Rivers; coat of arms: gold lion
Shieldback Mountains-a western mountain range separated from the Mother Range by the Taolind and Alira River valleys and from the Okreti di Vos Mountains by the Heldring Gap, where Arikon is located
Silixus River-important transport river in Tibre, easternmost of the three branches of the Unified River, the only one that empties into the Jeroan Sea
Taolind River-Adara’s major river, leading from northern coast at Ukiny southwest deep into the interior
Tibre-the nation made up of most of the continent north of the Jeroan Sea
Tsekrish-capital of Tibre, on the high central plateau where the Unified River breaks into three
Tunassa River-secondary river, north of the Taolind, rarely navigable, empties into Jeroan Sea at Kishkim, runs southwest to northeast
Turysh-Kallista’s hometown, at the confluence of the Taolind and Alira Rivers, also the name of a prinsipality, coat of arms: green tree surmounted by a gold crown
Ukiny-port city on Adara’s northern coast, at the mouth of the Taolind River
Unified River-flows into Tsekrish from northern mountains, once considered sacred
CHAPTER ONE
The wind off the sea snapped the banners to attention on the city walls. It ripped at the edges of the captain’s tight queue and set the two white ribbons of her rank fluttering from her shoulders. Kallista Varyl tugged her tunic, blue for the direction of her magic, into better order. Yet one more time she wished that if she had to have North magic, she might have been given some more useful type. Directing winds, for instance.
She abhorred the way the wind here in Ukiny constantly tugged at her hair, destroying any attempt at neatness and order. And wind magic had civilian uses. Practical, productive uses. Her magic had no use other than war, so here she stood, captain of the Reinine’s Own, on the walls of this besieged city waiting for the coming attack.
“What’s the mood below?” Kallista continued her slow patrol of the ramparts.
“Quiet. Tense. They know what’s coming.” Her shadow moved forward to fall into step beside her. Torchay Omvir had been her constant companion for the past nine years. His tunic was bodyguard’s black trimmed with blue to show whom he served. The folded ribbon set on his sleeve below the shoulder indicated his rank. When they went into summer uniform in a few more weeks, his tattooed rank would show on his upper arm. Most of the men making the military a career did the same.
“Not too tense I hope.”
He shrugged. “Who can say until the moment comes and the battle begins?” Torchay paced alongside her, always keeping his lean height interposed between Kallista and the enemy spread out on the fields and beaches below.
Their white tents dotted the land like virulent pustules of infection as far as the unaided eye could see. Ukiny stood on the lone patch of rock floating to the surface of Adara’s flat northern coast. The city’s chalk-white limestone walls towered over the plains where the enemy camped. That advantage hadn’t meant much so far.
“True.” She neither needed nor even wanted the information she’d asked for. She asked to force Torchay to answer, to have some contact with another human at this loneliest of moments.
Torchay preferred his invisibility, claiming he could protect her better if he went unnoticed. But hair the color of Torchay’s—deep, vibrant red—seldom escaped notice even when ruthlessly confined in a proper military queue. And wherever a military naitan went, everyone knew her bodyguard went also. At moments like this one, Kallista preferred company to protocol.
“Tomorrow?” Torchay stopped beside her at the northwest corner tower.
Kallista stared down at the rubble spilling from the breach in Ukiny’s western wall and on down the steep slope of the carefully constructed glacis below. The setting sun gilded those broken stones, mocking the coming death they heralded.
“Likely,” she said. “At dawn or just before. That’s when I’d attack, when we’re at our most tired.”
The enemy ships had appeared unexpectedly off Ukiny just a week ago, hundreds of them. Adaran ships were built for speed and trade, not fighting. With a North magic naitan to call winds on almost every ship, they rarely had to deal with pirates or more political forms of banditry because their vessels were hard to catch. The few local ships in port when the strangers sailed up had fled. The city—still reeling with astonishment that any would dare invade Adara—had fastened itself inside stout walls.
Soldiers had poured from the clumsy ships, hundreds and hundreds of them, unloading bizarre equipment and strange-looking devices. The foreign army outnumbered the small force garrisoning Ukiny before half their ships had unloaded.
By careful listening at staff meetings, Kallista had gathered that one of the quarrelsome kings on the continent across the Jeroan Sea to the north had taken all the lands he could on his own continent and now had cast his eye toward Adara. No one seemed to know what drove Tibre on its conquest, whether greed, religion or something else. They were strange people according to the traders stranded in town when the ships fled, divided among themselves according to rank, each rank worshipping different gods.
Stranger yet, they had no naitani of their own and were known to kill those from other lands who demonstrated a visible gift of magic. That was why, despite the overwhelming numbers ranged against them, the small Adaran garrison had been confident of victory over the invading Tibrans. If they had no naitani at all, they certainly wouldn’t have any attached to their army.
They had something else. Cannon.
Traders had been bringing reports for a number of years about the wars among the northern kingdoms. They told of a weapon that required no magic to break down walls and fortifications, a weapon far more effective, far more devastating than ballistae or catapults. The Adaran general staff had discounted these tales as exaggerations. The Tibrans might have something, but nothing without magic involved could have such a deadly effect. The generals were wrong.