“Creator,” Leesha said. “You’re as bad as my mother. Be careful he doesn’t have his night strength, or he might break those shackles.”
Rosal’s eyes glittered. “Deep down, mistress, he doesn’t want to.”
“All right I wait outside, mistress?” Wonda cut in.
Rosal smiled at her. “Why, Wonda Cutter, you’re blushing!”
“Like listenin’ to you talk about my brother,” Wonda said.
“I’ve two brothers myself,” Rosal said. “I know more than I’d ever wish about their love lives.” She winked. “But I won’t say the information wasn’t useful.”
“Can I assume, then, you will quickly have the problem…ah,” Leesha smiled in spite of herself, “…in hand?”
All three women shared a laugh.
“Think no more on it, mistress,” Rosal said. “I’ll put the shackles under his desk.”
—
“The sun is set, mistress,” Tarisa said.
Leesha pried Olive from her breast, handing her to Elona. “Is everyone arrived and given tea?” Tarisa moved to fix her neckline, adding deft pats of powder.
“Lot of ’em been waiting over an hour, now,” Wonda said.
Leesha nodded. Keeping the councilors waiting was something Thamos had done to show his power, and it seemed apt to keep the practice for her first council meeting since she returned.
More, by calling the meeting late in the day, Leesha could wait out the sun, which flooded the western windows of the council chamber in the evenings. She slipped on her warded spectacles and rose, gliding out into the hall. She’d been home a week now and couldn’t put this off any longer.
“Leesha Paper, Mistress of the Hollow,” Arther said simply as he ushered her in through the royal entrance to the council chamber, all but hidden behind Thamos’ monstrosity of a throne. Eventually Leesha meant to be rid of the thing, but for now it served its purpose well, looming over the council.
Leesha had purposely removed the title from her name. Countess was something given to her by the throne of Angiers, but she had no intention of remaining beholden to them. It was high time the Hollow stood on its own.
Everyone rose, bowing and curtsying. She nodded in acknowledgment and swept a hand for them to take their seats. Only Arther kept his feet, taking up position beside the throne.
Leesha looked over the councilors. Her father, Erny, spoke for the Warders’ Guild. Smitt for the Merchants’. Shepherd Jona had taken Inquisitor Hayes’ great wooden chair, but Hayes had found another nearly as grand and sat next to him. Likewise, Baron Gared had Captain Gamon beside him. Darsy and Vika had the far end of the table, Darsy in the great padded chair Leesha once occupied. Next to them sat Amanvah, Kendall, and Hary Roller, master of the Jongleurs’ Guild.
“Thank you all for coming,” Leesha said. “I know there are many preparations to make for tonight’s ceremony, so we’ll keep this first meeting brief. First, as you all know, Lord Arther will retain his position as first minister.” She nodded to the man. “Minister?”
Arther stepped forward, writing board ready. “The Hollow has sixteen baronies now, mistress, not counting Gatherers’ Wood. Eleven have active greatwards. Four have begun to pay taxes. The others remain…unstable as the people settle into their new lives.”
Most of those baronies were formed of refugees from the Krasians, a steady flow over the last year. The Hollow had grown exponentially to accommodate them, printing klats to start their economies and providing structure and materials to rebuild their lives.
“All of ’em are sendin’ folk to join the Cutters,” Gared noted. “Got recruits comin’ in every day, which is good. Demons are getting pushed out by the greatwards, but it ent thinnin’ their ranks. Anythin’, it’s gettin’ worse.”
“We’re using molds and stencils to ward their weapons and shields,” Erny said. “Not as effective as those warded by hand, but it’s allowed us to keep up with demand. We’re working on bolts of cloth, as well, to mass-produce Cloaks of Unsight.”
Leesha nodded. “What are we doing to rebuild the cavalry?”
“Jon Stallion has more horses coming,” Smitt said. “The Wooden Lancers…”
“Hollow Lancers,” Leesha said, looking at Gamon.
“Eh?” Smitt asked.
“The Wooden Soldiers are dissolved as of today,” Leesha said. “Any who wish to join the Hollow Soldiers shall be automatically enrolled and keep their rank and pay, upon oath of allegiance to the Hollow. The rest…”
Gamon held up a hand. He and Arther had already discussed this. “I have spoken to the men, mistress. There are none who wish to return to Angiers.”
Leesha gave a nod. “We will see them back to strength soon, Captain.”
She looked to Jona, sitting with the rigid Inquisitor Hayes. “And your Tenders, Shepherd?”
“It will be some time before they are returned to strength,” Jona said. “The Krasian invaders executed Tender and Child alike, whenever they found them. We have only a handful to minister to many. I wish your blessing to appoint Inquisitor Hayes to speak for the Hollow’s first Council of Tenders.”
Leesha and the inquisitor eyed each other. He, too, had worn spectacles to the meeting. Leesha could see wardlight dance across them, and knew he was watching her aura as she did his.
This, too, had been agreed in advance. A way for both of them to keep face as they followed their script before the council.
“How do you think Duke Pether will react,” Leesha asked, “if you renounce the Church of Angiers and swear oath to an independent Church of the Hollow, with Jona as Shepherd?”
Hayes sketched a quick warding in the air. Leesha could see the script ripple across the ambient magic, impressed at his skill. His own eyes were drawn to it as well.
Leesha smiled at the dawning understanding in his aura. The Tenders have more power than they know.
Hayes shook off his surprise. “I trained Pether. He will take this as a personal betrayal. The Church of Angiers will declare me a heretic and likely issue a warrant for me to be burned alive if I set foot on Angierian soil ever again.”
“And still you wish to do this?” Leesha asked.
“I was sent here to quell heresy,” Inquisitor Hayes said. “To bring the Hollow back under the control of Shepherd Pether and the Church of Angiers. But in the months I have served here, I have seen people of tremendous faith and courage, and witnessed things the Angierian Council of Tenders can only imagine.
“I do not pretend to know the Creator’s Plan, but I know that He put me here for a reason, to stand between these people and the Core. To let them know the Creator is watching, and He is proud.”
His aura shone with conviction, and Leesha gave a bow of her head to Jona. “You do not need my blessing, Shepherd, but you have it.”
“Thank you, mistress,” Jona said. “We will begin promoting Tenders and bringing in new Children, but it may be years before our ranks are secure.”
“Of course,” Leesha said. “Perhaps it is time to promote Child Franq?”
The auras of both men colored. They cast nervous glances at each other, and Gared. Slowly the color rippled around the table, until it was clear everyone else knew something Leesha did not. Even Darsy.
“What?” she demanded.
“Franq’s a small part of a bigger problem,” Darsy said. “One growin’ like chokeweed in the middle of the Hollow.”
“The Warded Children,” Leesha said.
“Can’t tell ’em anythin’ anymore!” Gared slapped one of his giant hands on the table, and the whole thing shook, rattling everyone’s tea. “Don’t show up to muster, don’t listen to anyone but their own.”
“They live in the Gatherers’ Wood,” Smitt said. “They refuse to sleep inside walls.”
“Like they ent folk anymore,” Gared said. “Becomin’…somethin’ else.”
It was Leesha’s turn to slap the table. “Enough of that, Baron. These are not demons we’re talking about. These are brothers, sisters, and children of the Hollow. We’re talking about Evin and Brianne’s son Callen.” She looked to Smitt. “Your son Keet and granddaughter, Stela.”