A Crown for Assassins. Морган Райс

would be a symbol and a sign that people would not forget.

      “We should have destroyed the statues of the Danses years ago,” he said to his brother.

      Oli nodded. “If you say so, Endi.”

      Endi caught the note of uncertainty. He clapped his brother on the shoulder and felt Oli flinch. “You don’t agree, brother? Come on, you can tell me the truth. I’m not some monster who only wants to hear people say yes.”

      “Well…” Oli began.

      “Seriously, Oli,” Endi said. “You shouldn’t be afraid of me. You’re my family.”

      “It’s just that these statues are part of our history,” Oli said.

      Now Endi understood. He should have guessed that his bookish brother would hate destroying anything connected to the past, but it was past, and Endi meant to see that it stayed that way.

      “They controlled our home for too long,” Endi said. “As long as we have reminders of them sitting along the fjords alongside our true heroes, it will be a claim that they can step back in whenever they want to rule us. Do you understand, Oli?”

      Oli nodded. “I understand.”

      “Good,” Endi said, and signaled to his men to begin their work with axes and hammers, shattering the statues, reducing them to rubble that would be good for no more than building with. He enjoyed the sight of Lord Alfred’s and Lady Christina’s images breaking apart. It was a reminder that Ishjemme was not beholden to them or their children any longer.

      “Things will change, Oli,” Endi said, “and change for the better. There will be houses for all who need them, safety for the kingdom, better trade… How are things with my canal scheme?”

      It was a bold plan, to try to connect Ishjemme’s fjords given the number of mountains that stood on the peninsula’s interior, yet if they succeeded, Ishjemme could become as wealthy as any of the mercantile states. It also meant that his brother had something useful to do, keeping track of the progress, making sure that there were good maps to use.

      “It is hard going,” Oli said. “Cutting through mountains and building locks for the boats takes a lot of men.”

      “And a lot of time,” Endi said, “but we’ll get there. We must.”

      It would show the world what Ishjemme could be. It would show his family just how much tradition had held them back. With a project like this to his name, probably all of his brothers and sisters would acknowledge that he always should have been his father’s heir.

      “We’ve had to reroute several sections already,” Oli said. “There are farmsteads in the way, and people are reluctant to leave their homes.”

      “You have offered them money?” Endi asked.

      Oli nodded. “As you said to, and some left, but there are people who have lived there for generations.”

      “Progress is necessary,” Endi said, as the crack of the hammers continued. “But don’t worry, the problem will be solved soon.”

      They walked around to where more men were working on ships. Endi made a point of knowing about every ship that came into the port now. He’d spent long enough dealing with spies and killers to know how easily those could slip in. He watched the progress of the men as they worked to replace some of the vessels that were still stuck across the water. Ishjemme had to be defended.

      “Endi, can I ask you a question?” Oli said.

      “Of course you can, brother,” Endi said. “Although you’re the clever one. I suspect there’s not many things you could ask me you haven’t already read in one of your books.”

      In truth, Endi suspected that there were plenty of things he knew that his brother didn’t, mostly about the secrets people kept, or the things people did to plot against one another. That was his world.

      “It’s about Rika,” Oli said.

      “Ah,” Endi replied, cocking his head to the side.

      “When will you let her out of her rooms, Endi?” Oli asked. “She’s been cooped up there for weeks now.”

      Endi nodded sadly. His youngest sibling was proving surprisingly intransigent. “What would you have me do? I can’t let her out when she’s in this rebellious mood of hers. The best I can do is keep her comfortable with the best food, and her harp. If people see her disagreeing at every step, it makes us look weak, Oli.”

      “Even so,” Oli said, “hasn’t it been long enough?”

      “It’s not like sending her to bed with no supper because she stole one of Frig’s dolls,” Endi said, with a grin at the thought of Frig ever playing with dolls rather than blades. “I can’t let her out until she’s shown that she can be trusted. Until she swears fealty to me, she stays there.”

      “That could be a long time,” Oli said.

      “I know,” Endi replied, with a sad sigh. He didn’t like locking his sister up like that, but what else could he do?

      A soldier came up, offering a bow. “The prisoners you ordered have been brought, my lord.”

      “Good,” Endi said. He looked over to his brother. “It looks as though we’re going to have a solution to the canal problem. Come on, Oli.”

      He led the way back to where the statues had been broken up, the rubble lying in fragments on the ground. Perhaps a dozen men and women stood there, their hands bound.

      “I’m told you are the ones who own farmsteads on the route of our new canal,” Endi said. “That you refused to sell your properties, even though I tried to be generous.”

      “They’re our farms!” a man piped up.

      “And this is about the prosperity of the whole of Ishjemme,” Endi shot back. “Every family will benefit, including yours. I want to offer you the money again. Can’t you see that you have no choice?”

      “A man is always free to choose his path in Ishjemme,” another of the farmers shot back.

      “Yes, but that path has consequences,” Endi said. “I’ll give you one last chance. As your duke, I command you to yield your claims.”

      “It’s our land!” the first man shouted.

      Endi sighed. “Just remember that I gave you the choice. Refusing to heed your duke’s command is treason. Men, execute the traitors.”

      His men moved forward, the same axes and hammers in their hands that they’d used to smash the statues. They smashed flesh just as easily. Statues might not shriek, or beg, or make wet, gurgling sounds, but the crack of bone was near enough to the crack of stone. Endi looked around at his brother, not surprised to see Oli ashen-faced. His brother wasn’t as strong as he was.

      “I know it’s hard, Oli,” he said, as more cries came in the background, “but we must do what is necessary if we are to make Ishjemme strong. If I do not do the cruel things that must be done, then others will come in and do worse.”

      “As… as you say, brother.”

      Endi took his brother by the shoulders. “At least this means that the way will be clear for the building projects now. I’m right in thinking that a traitor’s lands are forfeit, aren’t I?”

      “I… I think that there are precedents,” Oli said. Endi could hear the quaver in his voice.

      “Find them for me,” Endi said.

      “What about these people’s families?” Oli said. “Some will have children, or old folk.”

      “Do whatever you think is best to care for them,” Endi said. “Just so long as you get them out of the way before the work must be done.”

      “I will,” Oli said. He looked thoughtful for a moment. “I… I’ll send out messages to the work crews at once.”

      “See that you do,” Endi said.

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