The Doom of Kings_ Legacy of Dhakaan - Don Bassingthwaite [166]
“You were already a king.”
“And weren’t you already a hero before you took up Aram—the sword that won’t accept the grasp of a coward?” Haruuc’s ears flicked. “If the sword pushes you to be like the Dhakaani heroes, you know what I feel. Maabet, Geth, think of it. These were Taruuzh’s gifts to Dhakaan, a sword that makes heroes great and a rod that makes kings greater.” He turned the rod so that the light of the torches in the throne room flashed on the dark purple surface. “The emperors of Dhakaan understood the importance of putting storytellers in the streets. They understood the bloodthirst of the people when an enemy is defeated. They understood the power of war, of the mere threat of war. Even when the empire stretched across half the continent, the emperors sought conquest! What do the heroes of the name of Kuun tell you?”
Geth could feel Wrath throbbing in his grip, could almost see its memories of the distant heroes flickering at the edge of his vision. “They tell me to be fearless,” he said. “To protect my friends. To let my deeds inspire the people.”
“No more? I feel a power in Guulen, Geth. I know that the emperors found more than just guidance in the rod.” Haruuc smiled, as if at a secret. “I can sense it, just out of reach. I think sometimes that all I need to do is find a way to impose my will on Guulen and no command I give will ever be refused.”
Geth’s belly clenched. The true power of the rod was waiting to be uncovered. “Haruuc, this isn’t right,” he said. “You wanted the rod as a symbol of rulership.”
“The ultimate symbol for something is the thing itself,” said Haruuc. “I’ll lead Darguun to greatness as the emperors led Dhakaan!”
“Darguun isn’t Dhakaan!” Geth said. “There are no more emperors. Eberron isn’t the same as it was five thousand years ago! There were no other nations to challenge Dhakaan. Its only enemies were the elves. Now the elves are only one of many nations ready to fight you. Munta said it—if you move against one, all of the others will come back against you. Look at the Valenar. They know the same thing. Darguun and Valenar might have signed the Treaty of Thronehold at the end of the Last War, but you know that every other nation is watching both of you very closely.” He drew a breath through his teeth. “Dhakaan was already great when Taruuzh forged Guulen and Aram, Haruuc. The emperors who held the rod never had to fight the kind of war Darguun would.”
“I haven’t declared war. I don’t need to declare war.” Haruuc stood up straight, savagely majestic in his armor, the spiked crown flashing on his head. “You see how just the threat of war brings my warlords together?”
“You barely have a grip on some of them, Haruuc. How long will it be before one decides to make a strike in your name? Or before one of the other nations takes your threats seriously and finds a way to strike first? Breland and Zilargo are just across the mountains. And what will happen if the warlords realize your threats are just posturing? They want a war. The only thing that has kept Darguun at peace has been your vision of a homeland for your people.”
“The warlords will obey me!”
“Keraal didn’t. Look where his rebellion led.” Geth lowered Wrath. “You’re on the edge of destroying Darguun. What the rod is telling you might have been true in the time of Dhakaan, but it’s not true now. You need to stop listening to it.”
Haruuc’s lips peeled back from his teeth. “Don’t you think I’ve tried?” he shouted. “At first it frightened me, and I tried to block it out, then I stopped when I saw what it was trying to do for me and Darguun. But from the moment I’ve held it, Guulen has been in my head and I can’t shut it out.” He slammed the rod down onto the seat of the throne, then pointed at it. “There! I still know what the emperors knew. I still hear the call to war. I