The Tyrant by Eric Flint and David Drake

He reached his own tent, stooped through the entrance, and set the boy down on a thick pile of rugs toward one side. Then, commanded one of his three slaves to fetch a healer. The healer, he knew, would be what civilized people would call a “witch doctor.” But since his arrival, Adrian had actually been rather impressed with the skill and knowledge of the old women. Strip aside the florid incantations and rather grotesque dancing they insisted upon, and the herbal remedies and poultices were often quite effective.

And now, we wait for Esmond.

This is going to be hairy, predicted Raj. you are insane, tossed in Center for good measure.

Adrian said nothing. His soul was at peace for the first time in many months. The rupture with his brother had been inevitable; so, best it be done with. The pain of prolonging it was simply unbearable.

* * *

Esmond was, indeed, in a rage—and a very public one. He stormed into Adrian’s tent followed by all nine of the major chieftains of the Southrons. None of whom, it immediately became clear, had come to take sides. They were simply curious to see how the more mysterious of the pair of mysterious noble brothers from fabled Solinga would handle such a matter.

Adrian was not surprised. Since he’d arrived, he’d been trying to convince the fractious chieftains to unite their forces and allow him to arm them with powerful new weaponry. But the barbarians, as conservative as such folk always are, had been none too eager to listen to the advice. The only reason they listened at all was because of the many reports which had come to them of the role which Adrian and Esmond had played, as top subordinates of the King of the Isles, in breaking the first Confederate assault on the island of Preble.

The Southrons, like almost everyone else, had expected the mighty Vanbert empire to give short shrift to that rebellion. But here it was, a year later, and Preble still stood unvanquished. And the two men who had been most responsible for the Confederate defeat, by the accounts of all spies and rumor-sellers, had come to the lands of the Southrons to offer the same assistance.

Now the two men—brothers, to boot—had come to an open clash. And so the nine chief leaders of the barbarian tribes wanted to see how Adrian would handle it. They already knew, of course, how Esmond would handle it. By fury and force.

Fury and force, the barbarians understood. They were wondering if the other brother knew something else that might be useful to them.

* * *

Seeing where Esmond was headed within the first ten seconds of his bellowing accusations, Adrian cut to the quick. He had no choice. Give Esmond another ten seconds of rage and he would be drawing his sword.

“You’re challenging me, then. So be it.” Coldly, calmly: “I have the choice of weapons and ground, of course. Tomorrow morning, dawn. On the great meadow north of the town. Slings and bullets are the weapon—although you can bring a sword along if you wish. I won’t need one. We’ll start at three hundred yards and close.”

That was the first time in over a year that Adrian had ever seen Esmond shocked into silence. His brother loomed over him, his head reaching a good six inches above Adrian’s. Six feet tall, Esmond was, taller than almost any barbarian. Wearing the Southron-style loincloth which he’d assumed within days after their arrival, Esmond’s superb physique was on full display. Wide shoulders, thick-muscled arms, tapered waist and steel-flat belly, long and powerful legs. Even his feet, bare except for twine-held Southron sandals, seemed more like a direbeast’s than a man’s. Every inch of him exuded power.

Now, he was silent. Somewhere, buried deep in the festering pool of hatred which Esmond’s soul had become, what was left of the brother must have finally realized what his hatred had brought him to. Adrian wasn’t certain, but he thought for a moment that a cry of appeal seemed to flash in Esmond’s blue eyes. And he watched his lips, hoping to see the words coming out of them which might end this before the damage was irreparable.

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