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By the King's Edict, men have been banned from performing on stage.
Everyone else is still out for blood.
Sabajan Hollant, director and co-founder of the celebrated Lord Chancellor's Players, has one resolution: This time they're going to do it right. If they want to keep their noble patron—hell, if they want to stay in the theater business at all—they're going to have to keep their hands clean. No accidents, no rising to other troupes' provocations and taunts, and certainly no more duelling in the streets.
But their arch-rivals have different plans, and soon enough, Saba and her troupe are caught up once again in an escalating drama of revenge, betrayal, and outright sabotage.
The men may have started this war—but Saba and her remaining players are going to end it.
Alexandra Rowland
Alexandra Rowland is the author of A Taste of Gold and Iron, Running Close to the Wind, A Conspiracy of Truths, A Choir of Lies and Some by Virtue Fall, as well as a Hugo Award-nominated podcaster (all sternly supervised by their feline quality control manager). They hold a degree in world literature, mythology and folklore from Truman State University.
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My guys this book. It has every perfect thing to keep you glued to the pages from start to finish. Tension sparks up at every new sentence and things don't stop turning and come down to the absolute best theatre performance that ever took place in the pages of a book. If you're looking for surprises, betrayals, bravado and some genuine, utter good chaos, go and give this book a chance, it won't disappoint. I can't wait for the next ones!
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Some by Virtue Fall - Alexandra Rowland
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this book are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
SOME BY VIRTUE FALL. Copyright © 2022 by Alexandra Rowland. All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-957461-00-7
www.alexandrarowland.net
First edition, 2022.
SOME BY VIRTUE FALL
THE SEVEN GODS — BOOK ONE
ALEXANDRA ROWLAND
CONTENTS
Also by Alexandra Rowland
Some by Virtue Fall
About the Author
ALSO BY ALEXANDRA ROWLAND
The Histories Of Arthwend and the Wide World
The Tales of the Chants:
A Conspiracy of Truths
A Choir of Lies
Over All the Earth (forthcoming)
The Seven Gods Series:
Some by Virtue Fall
A Taste of Gold and Iron (forthcoming)
Other Works
In the End
Finding Faeries
Uncollected Essays:
In Our Own Image: Radical Empathy, Trickster Gods, and the Importance of Being Irritating
For Victoria,
Talesyn-favored.
SOME BY VIRTUE FALL
"I wish that we had Enryn!" Alvana said for what must have been the hundredth time. Saba had rather lost count after the first hour.
We’ve got it down to three: Lisbeth, Nevenna, and whatshername. Make a choice.
Saba sat back and crossed her arms.
"I wish that we had Enryn!"
Well, we don’t.
They’d been at this for two hours already. Lunchtime had come and gone. We have these three. Attend!
She watched Alvana drag herself back to the table, pick up the page of scribbled notes, put it down, sigh, and pick it up again, holding it up to the thin, watery light streaming through the drafty window. I can’t remember which was which.
"Lisbeth Hunter. Blond, gorgeous tits; read Pompolo’s monologue from Thera and Kliode."
Mmm,
said Alvana. She’s too… not Enryn.
Whatshername, Iracena something-or-other. Fake name, obviously trying too hard. Chestnut hair, decent tits—
Enough about their tits!
"Can’t help it—decent tits, pretty eyes, a fiery reading of the aubade from Annan and the Sea Nymph, knows some swordplay."
She’s the one that had the snobby accent, right?
"The clearly fake snobby accent, yes. Lastly, Nevenna Playne—tall, curly hair, smelled of cinnamon and cardamom. Her parents own that bakery on Trifle Street, I believe. Nearly made me cry with Caelavius’s death scene, which I haven’t done for… what, a decade? Fuck, has it been that long? Lady of Time have mercy."
I notice you don’t have a comment on her tits,
Alvana said darkly.
Wasn’t anything to comment on, was there?
Alvana sighed and dropped her head to the table. I just want Enryn.
Saba prayed for patience. We cannot have him,
she said, enunciating carefully. He’s in prison. Even if he weren’t, we couldn’t cast him unless you wanted him arrested and us, fined. We have,
she rapped on the page, Nevenna Playne, Iracena whosits, Lisbeth Hunter.
They’re not right for it.
Alvana sat up. D’you think we could fit Enryn into some sort of disguise—
Saba’s laugh was half-snarl. "You want to break him out of prison and disguise him as a woman so that he can play a man? Our Enryn? Over six feet tall, thirty stone if he’s a pound? Half of that is belly and the other half is beard? Can’t even whisper without the windows rattling? That Enryn?"
Alvana propped her chin on her hand, grumbling at the notes. Not her,
she said at last, pointing to Lisbeth’s name.
I hear what you’re saying, but I’d just like to point out: Gorgeous tits.
"I don’t care about her tits!"
"Oh, please! Liar."
She’s not right for the part!
Fine.
Saba inked the quill and struck a bold line through Lisbeth’s name. Iracena or Nevenna?
A long silence while Alvana chewed her lip at the page. Flip a coin if you have to.
Nevenna.
Iracena can fence.
Nevenna. Her Caelavius nearly made you cry.
It did do that. All right, then. Nevenna.
Good. Good to have that settled.
"I want Enryn for it," Alvana said.
So do I. Hell, Enryn would want Enryn for it. Tough luck. Nevenna will have to do.
Saba would make her do, if it came to that. She stretched hugely and ruffled her hands through her wiry curls.
Do you think she can do it?
Sure.
She made you cry.
So we have established.
"With Caelavius."
Indeed.
Maybe Iracena is better. She can fence.
You picked Nevenna.
Maybe we should think about Iracena again.
If you like her that much, we can find a part for her. Prince Leonor?
No, I want Lutha for that.
Leonor’s cousin, then.
Then we could move Mabeth to play Felix, freeing up Katre for a swing. She’s good as a swing.
The best.
Alvana sighed. All right.
Is that it?
That’s it.
Saba smiled. Took us long enough. I’ll write up the list and take it to the theater. See if I can get past the ravening hordes without being torn to pieces. Tomorrow, eight o’clock, remember.
Alvana nodded absently. We’ll be fine, won’t we?
Yes. By the boards and backdrops, I swear it,
Saba said firmly. We’re still afloat. For now.
Barely.
Saba stalked across the wide cobblestone forecourt and under the ornate arch of brass lanterns which gave the Theater of Lights its name, shouldering her way through the anxious crowd of would-be players wringing their hands at the door. She said nothing to them, drew no attention to herself, made no proclamations about who she was or what business she had.
When she made it to the door, she took a small hammer and two tacks from her pocket. A silence rippled out slowly behind her.
She withdrew the page that she’d tucked into her doublet, slowly unfolded and examined it, holding it at just the wrong angle for anyone behind her to peek. She smoothed out a crease. Examined it again.
The tension behind her wound tighter with each moment she delayed.
She put the paper up against the door.
Paused.
Took it down again.
Someone in the crowd sobbed. Saba stifled a grin.
A tack at each corner and three taps had the page affixed to the door, carefully set into old holes where other tacks had held other casting sheets. Saba took her time stowing the hammer back into the deep pockets of her faintly threadbare simarre, a knee-length, sleeveless coat in the Pezian style.
She turned around, still blocking the page, and looked out over the tight-pressed crowd. Their eyes were so round and frightened, bless them. Some of them were crying. She raised her eyebrows and made a shooing motion at them; they scuffled to make a narrow path for her. She stuck her hands in the pockets of her coat, hopped off the front step, and sauntered through the crowd.
A scuffle erupted behind her as they all flung themselves towards the door at once.
There were men in the crowd. There had been some at the auditions too. Again and again, she and Alvana had explained to them the reasons why the troupe could do no more than listen politely to their auditions.
It was the same reason they couldn’t have Enryn anymore. Or Dafyd, for that matter, or any of the others.
Once she’d made it across the forecourt, Saba turned to watch the carnage.
More tears. Most of the men were angry, of course, but that’s what had gotten them banned from the stage in the first place. Between the duels and the riots, it was shocking that there were any left alive to want to perform.
Pardon,
said a voice like cream. A chill went down Saba’s spine; she turned so quickly that she nearly lost her hat. Aren’t you Sabajan Hollant?
Aye,
she said, already breathless. The woman standing before her was dressed in the colorful, airy style of Manghar-Khagra—her dress fit deliciously close about her breasts and torso without stays, flaring from her hips to a generously-cut skirt. The fabric—linen, woven in narrow vertical stripes of green and white—hung in heavy, straight folds to her ankles. Pewter buttons ran from neckline to knee; the lower half were open, showing a walnut-brown underskirt. Her sleeves were unbuttoned to the elbow, leaving her forearms bare—her skin was dark bronze, the color of oiled teak, only a few shades lighter than Saba’s own rich brown and of a warmer tone; her hair was black and glossy; her eyes, the startling color of unexpected spring.
Saba whipped off her hat and bowed. At your service, my lady. Er. Miss. Madam?
Curse her for a fool! One glance from this beauty and she was fumbling. Pardon,
she said. My attention was occupied.
She waved vaguely towards the theater.
The beauty smiled; Saba nearly swooned. Announcing your new recruits?
Despite her foreign dress, her accent was pure Avaren—so local, in fact, that Saba could pinpoint nearly to the street where this goddess had spent her childhood. Somewhere near the south-center of the city, a bit off from the Shrine Bridge area, east of Mathenge and north of the Velvets. And oh, that voice—like cream, yes. Cream and honey in a golden bowl.
Recruits, at long last, yes. I’m sorry, your name…?
Nazeya mes Akhal.
The name rang a very faint bell. A player?
Not one so accomplished as you. I’ve often hoped to make your acquaintance.
She extended her hand for Saba to shake.
These lines, at least, Saba had run a thousand times: She caught up Nazeya’s hand and kissed the backs of her fingers. The pleasure, I assure you, is entirely mine.
To Saba’s delight, Nazeya let their hands linger together for a moment before she withdrew. Congratulations on your return,
she said. Three months’ prohibition, wasn’t it, same as ours? The city has been so dark without you Lights.
Ah, we’re the Lord Chancellor’s Players now,
Saba said, attempting to puff some pride into her voice, though the admission weighed as heavy as sandbags. Have been for a couple years now.
And a long and tedious couple of years it had been, too—bowing and scraping to a patron had seemed like a good idea at the time. Less so now.
Surely you’re only the Lord Chancellor’s on your playbills and draper’s receipts. To the common folk, you’re a Light and always will be.
Saba could have kissed her just for that. She could have been a crone—hells, she could have been a man, and Saba would have kissed her for that.
Anyway,
Nazeya continued. I wished only to greet you and express my pleasure at seeing the Theater of Lights with some life around it again. I don’t mean to keep you. You must have important things to attend to.
Saba longed to say, no, of course not, none whatsoever. But it would not do to feign idleness to a lovely woman. They didn’t like that sort of thing at all. You know how it is.
I do.
I hope,
said Saba before she could help herself, I hope you’ll be coming to see our performances? We’ll have an old play tomorrow, and a new one very soon.
But of course. Who would miss the opportunity to see the great Sabajan Hollant on the boards again at long last?
And you?
Saba said. Was your troupe under the prohibition as well?
Yes.
Nazeya winced. We dragged ourselves out to the country to escape the… you know.
The ’for six months, none of the listed troupes can perform within a day’s ride of the city walls’ bit?
Indeed. But we’ve been rehearsing at our patron’s estate for the last week. We return tomorrow—a new play.
I’ll have to come see you sometime.
Nazeya’s skin was too dark to show much of a blush, but she ducked her head and her smile was obviously