Reader And Raelynx

CHAPTER 23

OVERNIGHT the city was transformed. Soldiers who had been in training in the more rural districts outside of Ghosenhall were brought in and deployed in a ring all around the city. Reserve soldiers, housed for months on property in Merrenstow and Storian, were sent for, and accommodations for them were hastily built on the outskirts of town. Shopkeepers and tavern owners suddenly had to truncate their hours of operation; residents were ordered to adhere to an early curfew. The number of night watchmen tripled, but they roamed streets that were practically empty.

“I can’t go to Danalustrous,” Senneth said to the king. “My brother will just have to get married without me. I got married without him, after all.”

“Go,” Baryn said. He looked oddly relaxed for a man who believed his home could be attacked at any minute. “When our customs and civilities are most under siege is the time we most need to observe them.”

“Sire, I’m not sure I can persuade Tayse to stay behind. He knows his first duty is to you, but he-”

“I am the one who commanded him to protect you, and he obeys me very well,” the king said, his eyes crinkling up with laughter. “I require you to defend the realm, and therefore I require him to keep you safe. There is no conflict here.”

“I am not comfortable leaving you behind without either of us in your arsenal.”

“I believe that my safety can be reasonably assured by forty-nine Riders, several thousand soldiers, and this highly unusual troop of mystics you have assembled for my protection.”

That made her groan. “Oh, those mystics from Carrebos! Two of the shape-shifters have proved to be quite talented, and they prowl around the palace grounds all day, sniffing for trouble, but the rest of them are a very mixed blessing. Jerril and Areel have rented another house and turned it into a dormitory of sorts, and I believe Jerril is actually enjoying himself, but training a mystic is like trying to train a raelynx. It pretty much does what it wants to, no matter what you tell it-and it’s dangerous even when you think it’s tame.”

“I quite like having them here. Amalie tells me she has met them all. She has become most interested in magic, you know.”

He looked at her over the tops of his spectacles, and she was forced to laugh. “You know I have learned Amalie’s secret.”

“And you are very shocked.”

“Yes.”

He picked up a quill pen in his right hand and lightly brushed the feathers across the back of his left hand. “Pella’s magic was a true gift to her,” he said quietly. “It enabled her to analyze any situation, fit into any group, put anyone at ease. It was as if she could almost instantly become anyone else for just as long as she needed to. It made her very popular-everyone loved her.”

“I think Amalie’s gift is a little different. But since I’m not sure even she knows the extent of it yet, it is hard to gauge.”

“I have spent her whole life concealing it from others,” the king said. “This does not seem to be the time to announce to the world that she is a mystic.”

“No! But I would want your permission to tell a select few-those I trust the most-those of us you trusted to guard her last summer.”

“I will tell Tayse he may inform the Riders. I assume you wish to give the news to Kirra.”

“And Donnal. And Ellynor. No one else.”

He regarded her a moment, his face grown sad. “And do you think even such a small group will be able to keep the secret?”

“The mystics won’t tell. Only you can gauge the loyalty of the other Riders, but Tayse and Justin are safe.”

He sighed. “Any one of the fifty would defend me to the death if I suddenly claimed to have sorcerous blood. They are bound to me-their loyalty is more important to them than their own lives. But they are not so bound to Amalie. Their oaths were not made to her. They will defend her because she is mine, and as such, she represents the throne. If they know that she is a mystic, I do not know if that fealty will extend to her after I am dead.”

“Which we hope will not be for a very long time.”

He looked suddenly tired. “I pray the gods at least let me survive this war. At least let me give her that much-a kingdom that is whole, if wounded.”

“I think I should stay in Ghosenhall,” Senneth said.

“And I say you should go to Danan Hall,” Baryn replied. “Attend your brother’s wedding. Your king commands you.”

ACCORDINGLY, five days after they had returned from Carrebos, Senneth and Tayse were traveling again. A much different journey this time, she thought. With just two of them to consider, they moved speedily and with utter efficiency. They were accustomed to each other’s strengths by now, so they never had to discuss where to make camp (Tayse always chose some easily defended site) or who would make the fire (Senneth merely had to glance at a pile of kindling). They could, if they needed to, communicate merely with glances and gestures, and whenever they came upon other travelers on the road, they always agreed by some wordless communion whether to pause and share information or simply ride on by.

Both of them were capable of long stretches of utter silence. Senneth found it easy to lose herself in her thoughts, and Tayse was always so interested in the terrain around them that he never seemed to lack for occupation. So they could have passed the entire journey without exchanging a word-but instead, they talked for almost every mile.

Tayse wanted to know if she was nervous about seeing her brothers again. Oh, I think I got past both nervousness and rage sometime last summer. But I wouldn’t say I’m excited at the prospect. Except, of course, for seeing Will. She asked how the Riders had taken the news of Amalie’s magical heritage. Quietly. I think some of them don’t care and some of them are still deciding how they feel, but not one of them would desert the king at this hour because of it. He wanted an update on Jerril’s success with the recruits from Carrebos; she asked if he thought the regent would be the commanding officer on the field when war finally swept into Ghosenhall.

They talked about Ellynor. “She seems cautiously happy to be here,” Tayse remarked. “As if she still thinks she might be dreaming the whole thing, or there might be a monster lurking somewhere in one of the shadows, but otherwise mighty pleased with her new life.”

They talked about Valri. “I’ve guarded some pretty dangerous secrets in my time, but I couldn’t have kept this one for so long,” Senneth confessed. “It makes me respect her more but also fear her a little. What strength of will she has! Anyone with that kind of determination is dangerous.”

They talked about Amalie. “She’s too young to bear the burdens that will be thrust on her if war comes,” Tayse said. “But there’s something unbreakable about her. I would be the first Rider to swear fealty to her if Baryn died.”

They talked about Cammon. “Something happened to him while we were gone,” Senneth said. “And I don’t know what.”

They were on Danalustrous land by now, having survived a very thorough inspection at the border, and needed only half a day to arrive at the Hall. Which is good, Senneth thought, since the wedding is tomorrow.

Tayse gave her a questioning look. “You think Cammon was physically hurt?”

“No. Something struck him to the heart.”

“Something more than the startling revelation about his princess and his enemy?” Tayse said in an ironic voice.

She laughed. “Something more.”

“Why do you think it?”

“Because he avoided me the whole time we were there-once he’d told me his great news, of course. You know Cammon. Usually he’s always underfoot, and even more so if any of us have been absent for any length of time. But we were gone more than two weeks and preparing to ride out again, and we only saw him for a few minutes now and then.”

Tayse reviewed his own recent history. “I hadn’t realized it, but you’re right.”

“And Justin said Cammon avoided him those last few days before you and I got back. And you can always find Cammon somewhere in Justin’s vicinity.”

“Do you think he’s hiding something that he doesn’t want you to discover? That he did something you would condemn?”

In a very soft voice she replied, “I think he’s falling in love with Amalie, and he can’t help it, and he doesn’t want me to know.”

Tayse shrugged. “So a mystic becomes devoted to the princess. That’s not such a terrible thing. If he loves her, he will serve her with all his heart.”

She gave him a wide-eyed stare. “I’m even more afraid that Amalie is falling in love with him. And he knows that, too.”

Tayse’s eyes narrowed. “Do you seriously think she would take him as her lover?”

“I think that both Amalie and Cammon have led such unconventional lives that something that seems impossible to us does not seem particularly consequential to them.”

He smiled. “Many men have dared to love women whom they had no reasonable hope of winning.”

She laughed, but grew instantly grave. “This is a little more outrageous than a serramarra and a King’s Rider! She will be queen, and he is nobody. You hold a respectable position that my brothers can admire, but Cammon can’t even claim that distinction.”

Tayse didn’t seem nearly as concerned as she was, which she found both calming and exasperating. “Say it happens. She takes him to her bed. What are you afraid of? That she will bear his child?”

“Sweet gods, I hadn’t even gotten that far in my calculations! No, I’m afraid that a number of her noble-born suitors might decline to marry her if it was discovered she had taken a lover.”

“You’re strangely moralistic for a woman who has defied every law of her own society,” he commented.

She exhaled a breath of laughter. “I am, am I not? Does that make me hypocritical? It is just that the laws I disregarded myself seem to have been designed to apply to Amalie.”

“And I would say she can contravene them with even more impunity. So she has a lover. So she has a dozen. Does that truly ruin her marriage prospects? A man who loved her, or a man who wished to be king, wouldn’t care at all.”

Senneth had never thought of it that way. “I suppose you’re right. But there are plenty of serramar who might care less about virginity and more about her choice of bedmates. If Cammon were of noble blood, they might not cavil so much. And if she has fewer candidates to choose from, I think it will be harder for her to find the right husband.”

He turned his head to give her a long, half-smiling appraisal. “And tell me again, please, why it is so critical that Amalie marries?”

She practically stared at him. “Because the whole kingdom is watching her and wondering if she is suitable to be queen! Because a stable alliance with a strong House will mollify the marlords-we hope-and help us stave off the possibility of war.”

“We are already going to war,” he pointed out. “There is a navy collecting outside of Forten City. Marry her off tomorrow, and Ghosenhall will still be under attack. Why does she need to wed?”

She absolutely had no answer for that. It had seemed to make such perfect sense, back when she and Valri and Baryn were talking strategy. Find Amalie a husband, show the marlords that she was a fit and fertile princess, strengthen the alliances, avert war. But if war were to come anyway…

“If you are so determined to get her a bridegroom, wait till the war is over,” Tayse recommended. “Reward some House that shows exemplary service to the crown. But I see no need for Amalie to marry where she has no inclination. At this stage, a husband could divide her loyalties and scheme to influence her in ways that you do not desire. She is young, yes, but she is already surrounded by advisors who are utterly faithful and united in their views. Why bring in another voice? Why bother with a husband at all?”

“There is still the matter of heirs,” Senneth said faintly. “Eventually, she must produce a few of those.”

His smile was even broader. “She wouldn’t need a husband for that, either.”

She couldn’t bite back a laugh. “But this is too amusing!” she exclaimed. “You have always been far stricter than I have about the boundaries of class! And now you would upend everything! Just for the pleasure of the debate? Or is this how you truly feel?”

“I never understood why Amalie was being rushed toward a wedding. I do understand why you want her to marry within her own rank and station, but I am not worried that a liaison with Cammon will harm her.” He shrugged. “In fact, the opposite.”

“You think it would be a good idea for her to fall in love with Cammon?” Senneth demanded. “Oh, no, surely not!”

“If he is lying in bed beside her at night, no assassin will be able to reach her in stealth,” Tayse said deliberately. “My first goal is to keep her alive. Everything else bends to that imperative.”

Senneth caught her breath. Yes, Tayse always saw life in the starkest and most absolute terms. It was something she had had the skill for at one point-when her own life had been simplified to the most drastic choices of survival or death. She had lost her way a little in these past months, as she had reentered the social circles she had scorned for so long. She had gotten muddled. She had lost her focus.

“I am not going to encourage him, even on those grounds,” she said. “In fact, I still want to wring his neck for being so heedless and-and stupid. But you might be right. Perhaps. Some small part of your argument might have merit. I will think it over.”

His lurking smile was back. He placed his right fist against his left shoulder and bowed from the saddle. “Serra, that is all I ask.”

DANAN Hall was festive with bridal decorations, but they had to work their way through a half dozen checkpoints to get a glimpse of the bouquets and garlands. Senneth could tell that Tayse approved of the soldiers massed around the city that surrounded the Hall; more guards patrolled the grounds of the manor itself. Trust Malcolm Danalustrous to protect his own.

Kirra met them in the great foyer while they were still being interrogated by the steward. “Carlo, of course you remember Senneth!” Kirra exclaimed, flinging her arms around first Senneth and then Tayse. “She used to live here! Though, of course, it was a long time ago.”

“Yes, serra, and she and her escort were here last fall,” Carlo replied. He was a thin, precise, well-dressed man who was a little vain about his appearance. “But your father has instructed me to ascertain that everyone who crosses the threshold is, in fact, on the list of expected guests.”

Kirra had taken hold of Senneth’s arm and was pulling her toward the gracious, polished staircase. “Well, both of them are,” she said over her shoulder. She glanced at Tayse. “At least, I think so. Are you going to attend the wedding? Or are you going to spout some nonsense about Riders not being fit to participate in the celebrations of the nobility?”

“No, Tayse is in quite an iconoclastic mood these days,” Senneth said. “Topple the social conventions! Let peasants mingle with princesses! We shall all be equals.”

“I think I’ll need to hear the rest of this story later,” Kirra said, herding them upstairs. “But I’m glad you’re here. I was afraid you’d decide not to come.”

“Well, with the news about ships at Forten City, I wanted to stay in Ghosenhall,” Senneth replied. “But Baryn insisted we come.”

Kirra turned off at the landing on the second floor and tugged Senneth forward again, down the main corridor. The ceiling arched high over their heads and banners fluttered on the walls. Danan Hall was so beautiful and so restful that it scarcely allowed a visitor to entertain thoughts about something as ugly as war.

“Baryn has called in his reserve troops. We’re readying for an onslaught,” Tayse said.

Kirra stopped at a room not far from the stairwell and pushed open the door. The room was decorated in dark maroon shades lightened by accents of pale wood, washed gold, and pale green. “This is where you’ll stay. Isn’t it pretty? I’ve put you in the family wing, so you might stumble over my father or my stepmother when you come and go. But you’re right down the hall from me, which should be convenient. I hope our new egalitarian Tayse isn’t going to insist on sleeping in the stables.”

Grinning, Tayse dropped his saddlebags to the floor beside the bed. “I slept inside the walls at Brassen Court,” he said. “I suppose I can do Danan Hall the same honor.”

Kirra’s laughter pealed out. “And, of course, it is an honor to have a Rider staying under our roof again!”

“Who else is here?” Senneth asked. “All the Houses?”

Kirra shook her head, suddenly sober. “My father and Kiernan decided it would be unfair to ask marlords and marladies to leave their own properties when the realm is in such turmoil. Well, can you imagine? Ariane certainly wouldn’t want to desert Rappen Manor at a time like this! So they have sent out announcements proclaiming the wedding will be this day but saying that they have decided upon a private ceremony. That way, no one has to turn them down.”

“Good strategy,” Tayse said.

“Are all my brothers here?”

Kirra shook her head again. “Only Kiernan and Harris. Nate stayed behind. Officially, he is ill, but Kiernan told my father honestly that he wanted to leave one of his brothers in place in case there should be trouble.”

“And that neatly solves the problem of whether or not to bring Sabina Gisseltess with him,” Senneth said. “More excellent strategic thinking!”

“I would not want to match wits with Kiernan,” Kirra confessed. “I like Will so much better!”

“Though Will is not stupid, either,” Senneth warned. “He just doesn’t have Kiernan’s ruthlessness.”

“No, Casserah will supply that,” Kirra said.

“What’s on the schedule? Does something happen tonight?”

“Just a dinner for everyone staying in the manor. The wedding will be tomorrow at noon. There might be a hundred people present-vassals from Brassenthwaite who made the journey, and some of our own lesser lords.”

“So we can leave tomorrow afternoon?” Senneth said. Tayse laughed, but Kirra was horrified.

“Of course you can’t! How rude! There will be another dinner tomorrow night, and of course there will be dancing afterward, and I must see you take a turn around the ballroom in Kiernan’s arms! And then the following day there will be a breakfast, and I think there will be a hunt for those who can’t force themselves to leave, but I would think you could be on your way as soon as the breakfast is over.”

“I want to get back to Ghosenhall with all speed,” Senneth said.

“Did something else happen?”

Tayse didn’t quite laugh. “It’s a long tale,” he said. “Where’s Donnal? I’ll leave Senneth to fill you in.”

Kirra immediately settled herself in the middle of the maroon bedspread. “Yes. Sit down. We have at least an hour before we have to dress for dinner. Tell me everything.”

THE meal was lavish, delicious, and surprisingly informal. Forty people sat at the two long tables, but they were all the most trusted vassals of two friendly Houses, and so there was little pomp, little posturing. Then, too, Senneth reflected, neither Malcolm Danalustrous nor her brother Kiernan had much use for frills or ostentation. If Kiernan had had his way, no doubt he would have seen Will and Casserah married in some hasty ceremony in a back parlor with only a handful of close friends in attendance, and he would have sent them out the door the very next day to go on with the unromantic business of ordinary life.

Much the way Senneth herself had gotten married.

Though it actually had been the most romantic evening of her life.

She found herself given the chair next to Malcolm Danalustrous, a high honor. Customarily, a husband and wife were not seated together, so she looked around to see where poor Tayse had landed. Ah-he had been well-placed between Kiernan’s wife, Chelley, who was quite kind and who liked Tayse, and Malcolm’s vassal Erin Sohta. Erin was a silly and fawning sort of woman, but she fancied herself an intimate of the marlord’s and always loved to be granted special privileges. She was just the sort of woman who would be delighted at a chance to be seated next to a King’s Rider at a dinner party and then gossip about it for the next two years.

Heartlessly, Senneth ignored both Tayse and the Brassenthwaite lord sitting on her other side, and talked to her host the entire night. Malcolm was the man she respected most, after the king; his House was the one she would have taken sanctuary in, if she had ever needed it. He was stern, stubborn, willful, fair-minded, and absolutely devoted to the land he owned. Kirra said his veins ran with Danalustrous river water and his heart was made from a curiously animate lump of Danalustrous clay. He had bequeathed his blue eyes, his black hair, his iron will, and his fierce commitment to the land to his daughter Casserah. Neither of them was comfortable to talk to. Both of them were easy to understand. Respect Danalustrous, or be gone.

“Tell me the news,” he said. “Kirra says war is on the doorstep.”

So she repeated everything she had told Kirra-except the parts about Amalie and Cammon, which were more interesting in their way but less important from Malcolm’s point of view. He listened intently, asked sharp questions, and shook his head when she asked if he planned to raise an army for the king.

“I want to close the borders,” he said. “And once my esteemed guests are gone, that is exactly what I plan to do.”

She toyed with her wineglass. “I don’t know how you think you can do that. You have miles of coastline, and you cannot possibly defend every inch. Your soldiers line every road that leads into Danalustrous, I’m assuming, but there are so many places a small troop could creep across the border in stealth! Your boundaries are porous, Malcolm.”

He gave her a faint smile. “And you don’t think I would know if hostile forces came stepping across those boundaries, no matter how secret their approach? You underestimate me, Senneth. I feel every footstep as it falls on Danalustrous soil. I will not be surprised by strangers.”

She sat back in her chair and regarded him with her head tilted to one side. “And do you still believe,” she said in a soft voice, “that Kirra inherited her magic from her mother? I have always thought you had some kind of mystical connection to your land. Maybe you’re the one with sorcery. If what you say is true.”

His smiled widened. “If so, then every marlord in Gillengaria, including your brother, has been touched by magic,” he said. “For they all have that same sense of kinship with their property. Talk to Heffel Coravann sometime if you don’t believe me. Talk to Ariane.”

She laughed back at him. “And if that is true, then how ironic it is that so many marlords have joined the campaign to eradicate mystics! My father, for instance. Banished me from Brassen Court when he could have been accused of the very same crime!”

Malcolm nodded. “And did you never wonder why Kiernan wished to reconcile with you after your father died? He had come to understand that he was attuned to Brassenthwaite in a way that could not be explained away by anything other than magic. That he was no different than you were-no, and your father had not been, either.”

“Bright Mother burn me in ashes to the ground,” she swore.

“I don’t expect he’d ever admit it, though,” Malcolm added.

She laughed again. “And I don’t expect I’ll ever ask.”

She did make her way to Kiernan’s side after the meal, though, and found him with her brother Harris. They all exchanged cool but civil greetings. Kiernan had the same sort of stubbornness she had always seen in Malcolm, but less charm and less humor. Still, in the past year she had been forced to admit that his virtues-loyalty, intelligence, and a passion for justice-outweighed most of his flaws, and they had cautiously rebuilt a relationship of sorts. She still had no patience for her brother Nate, and Harris was practically a stranger. But Kiernan she respected, if grudgingly so. He was a powerfully built man with heavy features partially obscured by a neat beard; his eyes betrayed nothing but a watchful shrewdness.

“What’s the news from Ghosenhall?” Kiernan asked.

She gave him the same recital she had given Malcolm, edited a little. He seemed equally unsurprised, though his response was different. “I’ll send troops from Brassenthwaite as soon as I’m back at the Court,” he said. “We’ve been training them against the day they would be needed.”

“Malcolm won’t send his men to battle,” she said.

Kiernan glanced over to where the marlord was making conversation with a Brassenthwaite vassal and her daughter. “Malcolm may change his mind,” he said. “He may decide that he does not like to see his nearest neighbors fighting over scraps of land that lie awfully close to his borders. He may decide Danalustrous’s best hope of remaining strong is making sure Gillengaria itself survives.”

She didn’t need to reply to that, for they were joined just then by the bridal couple. “Casserah,” Senneth said, embracing Kirra’s sister. The presumed excitement of the event didn’t seem to weigh much with Casserah. Her wide-set blue eyes still showed their habitual abstracted expression. Will stood beside her, lanky and smiling, his face familiar to Senneth because it looked so much like her own. “And, Will! I was so afraid I would not be able to make it for the wedding.”

“I was surprised to hear you’d arrived,” Will said, giving her a smile and a hard hug. “I was sure you’d find some excuse for staying away.”

She laughed. “The welfare of the kingdom? Would that have been a good enough reason?”

“Of course it would,” Casserah said, her voice as composed as always. “You didn’t need to come. I would not have been at all offended.”

Senneth couldn’t help grinning. Never anything less than the absolute truth from Casserah. “Then you won’t be offended to learn I do not plan to stay long after the ceremony concludes. I am uneasy being away from Ghosenhall. I think my place is there.”

“Perhaps the bride does not wish to talk of war on the eve of her wedding,” Harris said.

“It doesn’t bother me,” Casserah said. “Talk of whatever you like.”

The group broke up relatively soon after dinner; everyone wanted plenty of time to rest and refresh themselves before the morrow. When Senneth and Tayse returned to their room, they found Donnal there, shaped like a black hound, sleeping in front of the fire.

“Change to human form, and I’ll deal the cards,” Tayse invited him, and so the three of them were deep in a game when Kirra arrived half an hour later.

“Everyone off to bed and the bride settled in for the night,” she said with a sigh, pulling up a chair and motioning Senneth to include her in the next round. “I’m exhausted but I can’t sleep yet.”

Senneth felt her laughter bubble up. “Your sister does not seem to be a nervous bride.”

“No! Cold-blooded as ever. But she and Will deal together extraordinarily well. I think he finds her entertaining, and she considers him useful. I suppose there are worse ways to make a match.”

They played cards, talking idly, until well past midnight, when all of them were finally yawning. “Shall I come dress you in the morning or do you feel able to handle that task yourself?” Kirra asked Senneth on the way out.

“I think I can manage, thank you.”

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”