Chapter One, part XII
It was late morning at the house of the Captain of the guard. Everybody had been up and about since the early dawn, but now everything was in place and an impatient mood hung over the house.
It was the last day at home for Arn and Sif. The delegation was finally leaving for Venice and suddenly the day that the young couple should leave the city for the first time was drawing near.
Sofia stood in the middle of the sun-drenched courtyard, for a moment alone amongst all the luggage. Arn and his wife had gone off to say goodbye to some friends, all the luggage was accounted for and it only waited for the hired men to haul it down to the docks and her husband was of to a last minute meeting with Stefanos to get the last details in order.
She sat down on one of the traveling chests and thought back on these last few weeks. They seemed to have gone by in a blur, all those changes in such a short time. Since the day her husband had decided to meddle in the internal politics of the Council things had been happening almost too fast for her comfort.
She sighed, perhaps she was getting old, she was the daughter of a Councilor herself and it was she who had coach her husband out of his military life and into his current position, she should have been used to it. The funny thing was that her husband seemed to enjoy the change; perhaps he had been getting bored in the current command, nothing much had happened in the world around the Guard since he assumed command.
Either way, Svend was now central to the work around the delegation, suggesting delegates, planning tactics and helping secure contacts in the city for the members to use in Venice.
It was here Svend found her sometime later when he returned from the last preparations. How does she keep on making my heart beat like that every time I enter the room? I wonder how she really feels about all of this; we haven’t had a chance to talk properly in weeks. I know she is going to miss Arn and Sif.
Sofia was still lost in thoughts and hadn’t noticed her husband, Svend stood for a while looking at her, thinking back over the last couple of weeks him self. After the cataclysmic Council meeting where he together with Stefanos had usurped the power over the delegation they had spend a couple of hours trying to make a list of potential candidates. They had to bear in mind that with Dimitrios along, they also had to plan for more than the Venetians to oppose them.
Finally they had agreed on a short list, but as with all such plans they had to plan for changes and then the real work had begun. They had to convince otherwise successful and active members of the city to give up their occupation for a period and join the delegation. In the end they had committed the final list to the Council and after a short debate it was approved. Svend didn’t know all the people on that list, but he figured that between them, he and Stefanos had done a good job. His biggest disappointment had been the Harbor Master, he had refused to be persuaded and in the end they had to let him go.
The quartermaster on the other hand had proven to a perfect choice. After the initial discussion, Stefanos and Svend had agreed to make him an offer to become chief supply officer and responsible for the creature comfort on this trip. This had so far been a great success, in no time he had secured transportation, created initial contacts to go on ahead to Venice and ensure lodgings and had procured all sorts of supplies and goods.
The rest of the delegation was a hodgepodge of different interests, a few army men, all some that Svend had at least a working relationship with, a merchant from the Italian trade and an official from that part of the Emperors administration, both vetted by Sif’s father as reasonably sound and fair. And finally a couple of priests, courtesy of his holiness the Patriarch and off course selected by Dimitrios. Svend had asked around and while one of the priests obviously was a man of Dimitrios’ caliber, then the other was perhaps more a genuine man of the cloth, providing the delegation with a true possibility of spiritual relief.
Finally came the true meat of the delegation, the diplomats and the intelligence. Here Stefanos had ruled supreme and Svend had no option but to trust the foreign advisors choice on the subject. The fact that the Captain of the Guard had heard nothing of the selected members beforehand was perhaps a testament to both their professional abilities and to their lack of political aspirations. He had faith in the diplomatic part of that group, Stefanos had after all been a carrier diplomat, but of the intelligence part he knew nothing. He had met with the head thief, or so he thought of him, the man off course didn’t call himself that, and that had been a favorable experience. The fellow had been younger than Svend had expected and very nondescript, sort of the fellow you could pass on a street and not remember a moment later. Probably a very nice ability in his line of work, Svend mused with a smile.
Sofia looked up and saw her husband standing in the doorway looking at her lost in thoughts. I wonder what’s on his mind?
“What are you thinking?”
“Oh, nothing specific, just looking back at the last few weeks. It’s been a bit hectic.”
“Yes, and now they are leaving.”
“I’m going to miss them too.”
She smiled at him, “It will be good nonetheless for both of them to get away from this city and I’m sure Stefanos will take good care of them?”
“Of course he will, if not then Sif’s connection will take care of that.”
“Hmm,” she rose and walked over to him, “when do they leave?”
He gently put his arms around her, “around sundown, I think, with the tide.”
They stood for a moment like that, lost in their own thoughts, then the real world came crashing in on them as both Arn and Sif and the rest of the family returned home.
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The family had said their goodbyes at home and now they all stood on the dock watching as the delegation members boarded the ship. As the intelligence officer that Svend had talked to earlier boarded he looked at Arn and Sif standing a few feet away and nodded to Svend. The Captain got a distinct impression that some sort of deal had been struck and that the agent, Benedict, had agreed to watch over the young couple.
Svend, after a brief moment of contemplation nodded in return. What a strange man, I wonder what he expects of me? Svend shrugged, he would find out when they returned.
Then he shook hands with Stefanos, “to success.”
“To success,” The foreign advisor boarded the ship.
Most of the members had boarded now and Svend grabbed his son’s arm and pulled him out of earshot.
“Arn, be careful when you get there, not everybody is what they seem.”
“Father, you already told me so, who was that man you just greeted?”
“He is on the delegation, you don’t need to know, but he is one of those that are more than they seem.”
“I see.”
“I pulled you aside for something else,” he handed his son a sealed letter. “Give this to the man written on the front. He is a soldier, he may not be in Venice when you arrive, but at that address they will know how to contact him.”
“Who is he father?”
“He is a condottiere, the content in that letter only confirms who you are and that I send you. I met him years ago and that’s a story that will have to wait. I need you to ask him a favor for me.”
Arn looked intrigued at his father, this was very unusual.
“I want you to ask him to send some men here.”
“We have an army, what can a few Italians do?”
“Not like that, we need to train a new army and for that we need more than the existing way of doing things. Tell him to send a few experienced drill sergeants and a few officers versed in infantry tactics, he’ll know what I mean. Oh and don’t tell anyone, except perhaps your wife.” Svend smiled as he said the last part and Arn grinned back and looked affectionately at his wife, waiting for him by the boarding plank.
“I will do as you ask, I will send a message with the next ship once I’ve made contact. Apple for success Pear for failure and cherries if I have nothing to report.”
Svend grinned at his son and quickly embraced him. Then the couple boarded the ship as the last and the Captain started giving orders to the crew. Soon the ship moved away from the dock to join the two galleys that where to escort them to Venice.
As the three ships pulled away, Svend stood alone with his wife and looked after them until they cleared the harbor and disappeared out of sight.