The war that followed was both brutal and short, at least if the reports were to be believed. Simon attended court every day during that period, listening to the infrequent updates from messehat reyed the status of the war, one e and naval battle at a time. Simon would have much rather joihe fleet, but Elthena forbade him from doing that, not that he bmed her. He still wasn’t in good enough shape to py swashbuckler, but his magic could have e in really handy in some subtle ways if it was necessary.

  It turned out that it almost was when it was revealed the enemy had warlocks of their own. Their fire spells sank a dozen ships of the Queen's fleet before they were taken down if the reports were to be believed. For someone raised on 24-hour news works, the whole ordeal ainful to him. He couldn’t see it; he had no idea how it was going, and then one random afternoon, there ort that they’d either won or lost a battle and a list of casualties.

  Sometimes, the messengers got lost or sent off course by storms, and the reports came in out of order, whiehow made the whole thing even worse. Simo some time trying to surmount this problem by weaving together the words distant minht transfer in the hopes of making a sg spell that might let him at least peek in os, but other than temporarily blinding himself, those experiments aplished nothing except for burning a few more weeks of his life.

  When the enemy mages were sighted, Elthena spoke to him again about his magic after gettihan satisfactory answers from her vizier about the situation. Simon expined how it worked, broadly speaking, but didn’t teach her any of the words and made it very clear that the words of power were dangerous.

  “So every time you use magic, you sacrifice a bit of your life?” she asked. “How ghastly.”

  Simon didn’t dispute that and pointed out that it was that much more dangerous than their enemies had such powers because it spoke to desperation or zealotry. Still, before they could worry more about that, the report came that the Alfonsic’s isnd fortress had been captured thanks to the bravery of Ionian warriors. The pce arently quite well fortified, but because most of the defenders had been sacrificed to fuel evil magics, there weren’t enough guards to hold the walls wheime came.

  Simon thought that was more than a little anticlimactic, but from hundreds of miles away, there was little he could do about it. Still, it was a plete victory, and even notives, including the mert prince, along with other men of importance, as well as ships full of spoils, were on their way back to Ionar. That was excellent news, and a week of celebrations was ordered to orate the event, and a fiemple would be raised to celebrate Elthena’s wisdom.

  Unfortunately, that wasn’t all the ships brought back. Even as the seized wealth was shown off in the form of gold, jewels, and expensive bolts of cloth, and the most important prisoners were paraded through the streets to be pelted with rotting produce, the same bck pgue he’d cured once so long ago had found its way into some of the ships too. Unfortunately, no one suspected a thing until it had swept across the waterfront in a wave of fevers and bed sores.

  “We have to restrict all traffi the lower city,” Simon expihe evening that the Queen’s physi had given a report and expihat with the proper oils, there was nothing to worry about.

  “You don’t trust Doctor Nonth’s judgment?” she asked. “Need I remind you that he saved your life?”

  “You don’t,” he agreed, unwilling to expin just how little the doctor had to do with his survival, given how difficult she could be wheopiagic came up. “But I have treated this pgue before, during an outbreak in the north, when I was in Brin.”

  Simon was fairly sure that the outbreak he'd experienced before hadn’t actually happened yet, but it didn’t matter. Saving Ionar would have ged history in a million little ways, and he wasn’t about to figure out how all of those fit together.

  “It is not spread by bad air, or the death curse of your enemy, or evil warlock magic,” Simon expined. “It is spread by fleas on rats and other animals, and the more the poputions of the city mix, the faster it will spread.”

  “I’m not sure there’s much we do for the poor,” she said sadly, much as my heart goes out to them.

  “You ’t,” Simon said, “But I . I’ll head dowomorrow, open up a id see what be done for the worst cases.”

  “You will do no such thing!” she answered, suddenly imperious again. “I could never five myself if my Simon got sid died during su errand.”

  “You know, before I met you, and before I fought the monster in your volo, I was a doctor for many years,” Simon said with a shake of his head, “But even before that, I was a hero, and this is something I have to do.”

  “But what if you catch the pgue?” she asked, more sad than angry at his defianbsp;

  “I’ve caught it before,” he lied, “So now I have an immunity or at least a resistance. I’ll be fi's you I’m worried about.”

  When she saw that he couldn’t be dissuaded, she finally came around and helped him pn what he o do the most good. Medies were in short supply, but cots, bs, and everything else he o make the sifortable would be given to him from the army barracks.

  The day, roads were blocked, procmations were read, and the city was sealed off into three ses: low, middle, and high. Simon was under no illusions that this would be enough to spare the pace. Only a plete quarantine could have dohat. This would be enough to slow the spread, though, ahose who were trying to heal the sick from being pletely overwhelmed.

  At first, things went okay. This was Simon’s fourth time pying pgue doctor, and after a word of lesser g on himself and those men and women who were brave enough to help him at the o of the first symptoms, they did their best. Every m, new patients were brought to the lower market square that had bee his base of operations, and slowly but surely, the cots beh the awnings filled up until they were overflowing.

  Every day, a dozen people got sick, while very few got better. In the meantime, deaths mounted daily. After a week, a handful were dying every day, but after three weeks, nearly two dozen were dying. There were survivors, of course. They even outnumbered the dead, but this was a nasty pgue, and it took almost a third of the young ahy, along with most of the old and infirm.

  Simon did not visit the pace or even the upper city at all once he left it. He did not want to be the oo cause cross-ination. Still, eventually, he received word that the pgue had been found in the upper city. At first, it was restricted to a single noble house that had obviously broken quarantine, but soon enough, it spread to other nearby families as well.

  After that, Simon was forced to split his time between the upper and lower cities, doing what he could for rid poor alike. The wealthy pined and offered him riches to stay by their side, but he refused. Truthfully, he could have healed them with a word for that price, but a month of his life was a dear thing now. Simon had been here for the better part of a decade and had gray hairs to tend with. So, instead to save everyoh magic, he simply did his best with medie a fate decide who lived and died.

  At least, that was what he did until he received word from the Queen's own doctor that Elthena was sick. “I didn’t see a o worry you when her fever grew, but… well, she’s in a bad way now and clearly beyond my powers, so I thought that—”

  Simon didn’t wait for the portly man to finish. He simply sucker-puhe man with a right hook. The move surprised both of them, but Simon wasn’t about to apologize. Instead, he walked over the man’s prostrate form and started toward the pace. Some lives were worth leaving to ce, and some were not.

  No oempted to bar his way, and he quickly made his way to her dark room and sick bed, where he found the frail form of his lover. “Don’t,” she whispered as he sat down on the bed beside her and took her hand, “Don’t squander your life… for mine…”

  “You wao let you die?” he asked incredulously as he looked at her sallow cheeks and sweating forehead.

  “If need be…” she gasped. “There are… others for you to save.”

  “Then I will heal you with medie instead of magic,” he lied, “But I will heal you just the same.”

  He whispered a word of lesser g even as he stood up to begin looking through the herbs. He could have cured her on the spot with a full word or perhaps even a greater one, but she was smart enough to put two and two together and would have been very angry at him for that sort of obvious magic. So, instead, he gave her immune system just enough help to get through the worst of it. Then he spent the few days feeding her different powders and watg her vital signs for any ge.

  The Queen’s physi didn’t e close to him after that, though the Vizeie did, to che her and assure himself that Simon had not used dark magi her. It was the first ce that Simon had to study the man, but he saw nothing to fear in those eyes. The man was an alchemist who was closer to being a witch doctor than a true mage.

  Slowly but surely, the Queen made progress. And when her fever broke, her boils finally started to heal. There would be some scarring, but he didn’t think it would be particurly bad. Acc to his assistants, who were now running both the upper and the lower ic, the worst was over, and new cases were ing in slower than ever. Ihan half a year, they’d mao win two wars: oh ships against an assassin and oh medie and magic against disease.

  All in all, it wasn’t a bad performance. Simon roud, even though he had no one he could brag to about it. He didn’t bring it up to Elthena when she became lucid enough to start talking again. He just focused on her, even whe dangerously philosophical about the whole thing.

  “I shouldn’t have goo war so quickly,” she fessed finally when they were lying there together. “This is a punishment from the gods for my hubris.”

  “I don’t know; from what I’ve seen, the Gods enjoy a bit of hubris,” Simon answered with a patient smile. “Wars only hasten the spread of disease, though. They don’t cause it. It would have happeually, no matter what you did.”

  “Would it?” she asked. “How you know that? Would the pgue have e… would so many people have died if the war had never been fought or if you hadn’t stopped the eruption? You say these things with such certainty but to me… I just have so many questions.”

  “Shhhh,” he soothed, stroking her hair. The Queen wasn’t wrong, of course. She was absolutely right, but trying to expin anything further to her fervid imagination was a mistake. Right now, he didn’t have to worry about how saving the city or spreading the pgue had ged the world. He just had to help her calm down and heal.

  “Who knows what will happen,” Simon answered. “All we do is all we do.”

  It didn’t mean anything, but it didn’t have to. She was going to make it, and that was all that mattered.