Storm Rising by Mercedes Lackey Read Free Book Online

experience. He would not wed for pure expediency; his wife might well have been set upon him as a spy, or be in and of herself an attempt to manipulate him. He had kept all of his affairs strictly commercial, choosing comely and willing women from those on his estate, and setting them up with the husbands of their choice and a proper dowry after both of them tired of the situation. It satisfied the needs of the body, if not the heart, and he took care that there were no children to complicate the issue.
    So although he had great affection for the land and the people of his estate taken as a whole, he had no particular concern for any single person on that estate. He felt warm fondness, in the way that a young man might have fondness for a favorite horse or dog, but nothing more passionate. He had always felt that the love of his heart was somewhere out there, distant, untouched. Gaining emotional attachment for his immediate surroundings … well, he hadn’t deemed it to be of strategic advantage in the development of a Grand Duke or a potential Emperor. Prudence dictated thatone should never extend himself past his ability to predict outcomes.
    It was altogether fortunate, given the effect of these mage-storms, that his family had maintained a tradition of conservatism where the management of the estate was concerned.
    People called us old-fashioned and sometimes laughed at us, but we’d never depended on magic to run the estate.
Water was pumped by hand or by windmills, water mills ground the grain, transportation was by well-maintained roads, using horses and mules, ridden or driven. So of all of the lands claimed by the Empire, Tremane’s duchy was probably one of those that was better off than most at the moment.
    As for Kedrick, he’s young, but he’s sound, or I wouldn’t have left him in charge in the first place.
His current heir, a young cousin, was as well-schooled in the management of the estate as Tremane could manage before he left. Now he had plenty of incentive to do the job right; if he failed, he’d starve right along with the others.
    I did everything I could for them. It will have to be enough. I certainly can’t manage anything more at the moment.
    Though if he could get back,
with
the troops, the duchy could certainly support that many more mouths to feed. It would be impossible to pry him out of his little kingdom with his own private army. That might be a thought to tuck away, for later consideration.
    And as I recall, there was a scarcity of eligible young men round about there. It wouldn’t be a bad thing, to tie the men to me by marriage….
    Once back at the manor house, he dismissed four of the men and went on to his rooms with his usual two trailing along behind him. He stopped at the office where his chief aide sat behind a desk laden with lists. Young Cherin looked up at Tremane’s footstep; the aide could easily have been the older sibling of the scout leader. Brown hair, brown eyes, sun-browned skin, square and unremarkable face; he was neither ugly nor handsome, but at least Tremane did rememberhis name, which had not been the case with his last aide. The poor boy had been so self-effacing that Tremane often forgot he was in the same room. He was so good at being inconspicuous that Tremane eventually sent him off to his spymaster for special training.
    “Have you any reports for me?” he asked as the young man looked up, then jumped to his feet with a crisp salute.
    “No, Commander,” was the prompt reply. Tremane sighed; he’d hoped that at least one of his people would have some ideas for meeting the coming winter. But perhaps he was asking too much, too fast.
    “Carry on, then,” he replied automatically. The youngster saluted again and returned to his work; lacking anything else constructive to do, Tremane went back to his own suite to sit at his desk and leaf through the old reports listlessly.
    A word caught his eye;
Valdemar.
It was nothing much; just a report that the