“Such blind loyalty confounds me. Do you think she would do the same for either of you?” Kithvaryn asked in a disgusted voice.
“She faced down the entire Justicar order for me without being asked,” Valor answered coldly, his dark blue eyes narrowed in irritation. She has battled a Divine for me, despite my objections. I’ve watched her nearly kill herself to give life back to a nation that she holds no ties to. Yes, I think if it was required she would do so without hesitation. However, it is my sworn duty to keep her safe, so I think asking her to fall on a sword for me would be rather redundant.”
“She is my sister by the marriage she shared with my brother. Beyond that, she is my friend and I trust her,” Sovann said softly, once Valor had fallen silent. I know without a shadow of doubt that Jala would never ask me to harm myself intentionally nor would I ever ask it of her. If you are asking, however, if she would put herself in harm’s way on my behalf, then I would say yes without hesitation. That is simply the sort of person she is. In every action Jala has taken she has considered others first,”
“Now ask the important part, Kith,” Vaze prompted, his gaze on the general once more.
“And that would be?” Kithvaryn asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Would I do such a thing for my niece?” Vaze supplied the words with an almost predatory smile.
Kithvaryn’s eyes widened in shock and he watched the Fionaveir closely as if he expected Vaze to burst into laughter at his own words. “Would you?” The general asked finally after a long silence.
“No chance in hell of it. My swords would already be occupied cutting down any who oppose her. Do you oppose her Kith?” Vaze answered the savage smile still on his handsome face.
“Are you threatening me in my own keep, Vaze?” Kithvaryn demanded, his voice filled with disbelief.
“Of course he isn’t,” Jala cut in once more, her eyes wide as she stared at Vaze. She had no idea what he was doing but it certainly didn’t seem to be helping her cause any.
Vaze sat in utter silence for a long moment, his dark eyes locked on Kithvaryn before he slowly let the smile fade from his lips and relaxed in his chair once more. “Dasharan, Kith. Do not underestimate her and do not underestimate those that will help her. I will support her and I will not allow you to hold her for ransom, I want you to be clear on that. If you oppose her we are enemies and I am a very dangerous enemy. If you mean her no harm and simply wish to refuse her offer for contract we don’t have a problem. I truly think you should consider her offer though.”
“I know very well how dangerous you can be. I assume that is why the Fionaveir sent you this time rather than Solace as they did before. Though I must say, Solace has much better manners during negotiations,” Kithvaryn said stiffly.
“Solace is dead. Had she still been among the living they might have sent her and Hawk to speak with you again, but they both died to the Blights in Glis,” Vaze said with a sigh. “They sent me because they knew I would make it here and make it back. These are dangerous times, Kith, and sometimes you have to make concessions. They sacrificed manners in favor of survival when they chose their envoy. We both know I always survive.”
“Like a damned cockroach,” Kithvaryn sighed and nodded slowly, his expression relaxing into one of resignation. Looking back to Jala he shrugged. “It will take more than my son’s return, Lady Merrodin. I have soldiers to pay and supplies to buy. I cannot work for free on any contract that I take. So what can you offer in coins?”
Jala smiled and nodded in understanding. “Of course you can’t work for free, General Kithvaryn. I understand that. I can offer you two hundred thousand gold to begin the contract as well as the return of Kithkanon’s soul and another five hundred thousand to be paid upon the end of the war. I know there are others that could pay you more, but they will ask more of you as well.”
Uh, Jala, I really hate to break into your bargaining, but where exactly are we going to get that kind of money? Sovann’s voice in her mind was as anxious as his expression and she had to suppress a smile. It took effort to hide a mind link in both magic and mannerisms. Sovann had always been good at hiding his magic. He always failed at hiding his emotions however.
I spoke with Madren about it before we left for Goswin. He will pay most of the two hundred thousand that will start the contract, Jala explained calmly.
And the five hundred thousand? Sovann pressed, his voice still filled with concern.
Will be paid from the Avanti coffers once we defeat them, Jala replied and once again had to suppress a smile as Sovann’s eyes widened dramatically.
What if we don’t defeat them, Jala? Sovann’s voice had risen in panic and she was sure if the mage had spoken the words aloud they would have been in soprano.
Then I will be dead and I won’t have to worry about it any longer, Sovann, Jala answered with a faint smile as she broke the mental link between the two of them. She could tell by Sovann’s expression that there was more he wanted to say on the matter but she didn’t have time for it now.
Kithvaryn was watching her with a thoughtful expression on his face glancing over at Vaze he raised an eyebrow. “And what did the Fionaveir plan to offer me?” he asked.
“They had planned to hire you to defend Sanctuary, but I retract the offer for contract in light of Lady Merrodin’s request. So now I suppose it is between Lady Merrodin, Lord Hexian, and whoever offered you the fourth contract. Who exactly was it that arrived before me, Kith?” Vaze said, raising an eyebrow as he spoke the last words.