The Shadow Queen

by Anne Bishop

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  The feeling in the air was gone, as if a question had been answered.

  “Ten days’ labor,” the Warlord said. “And I’ll bring the gold marks when—”

  “No,” Cassidy said. “The three of you are forbidden to set foot in the landen section of this town. You come here again, you’ll be exiled from Dena Nehele. ”

  The guards gasped. Even the Warlord Princes who supported her looked stunned.

  “You will report to the Steward of the court and give the payment to him,” Cassidy said.

  “Can’t come up with that much all at once,” the Warlord said.

  “Then you’ll work out a payment arrangement with the Steward—and if you don’t show up with the payment, the First Circle will be showing up on your doorstep to find out why. And they can take the payment however they see fit. ”

  *Mother Night, Cassidy,* Theran said. *You’ve just told him the Warlord Princes can rip him apart without penalty. *

  She looked at him with eyes still filled with fury.

  He didn’t know this woman. Didn’t know this Queen.

  But he knew with cold certainty that he was seeing the Old Ways of the Blood, and that under the same circumstances, the Warlord Princes in Kaeleer wouldn’t hesitate to do the Queen’s will.

  And he wondered for the first time if bringing the Old Ways back to Dena Nehele had been a mistake.

  “One other thing. ” Cassidy stared at the two younger Warlords, finally settling on the one who wore the Summer-sky Jewel. “If the girl loses her eye because of the stone you threw, you forfeit a hand. This is the Queen’s Justice. ”

  “Queen’s Justice. ”

  It was a shout, a battle cry. And Theran heard his own voice raised with the others.

  No more fight in the Warlords. No more thinking they could somehow slide out from under what they had done. The predators had gathered and were held by the Queen’s leash. And by nightfall, the whole town would know for certain that these Warlord Princes belonged to Cassidy.

  “Prince?” asked one of the guards who had escorted the pony cart.

  “Prince Ranon is the Master of the Guard’s second-in-command,” Theran said, nodding to Ranon, acknowledging another truth.

  “Escort those three back to their home,” Ranon told the guard. “Prince Archerr will assist you. ”

  The guard glanced at Cassidy. “I’ll inform the others of the Queen’s command. We’ll make sure these Warlords don’t come back to this part of town. ”

  The Warlords were led away.

  “Lady?”

  At the sound of Shira’s voice, they all turned.

  Cassidy looked at Shira, then past her.

  “The rock came damn close, but it didn’t take the girl’s eye,” Shira said. “I can’t say for sure yet that there isn’t any damage. There was lots of muck and grit in the eye, plus the cut just beside it from the rock. But I’ve got the eye cleaned out and have the first stage of healing salves on the injury. I gave her a sedative. I’ll give her mother another dose for the girl, since her face is going to hurt and sleep will help her heal. I’ll come back tomorrow morning for the next stage of the healing. ”

  The man stepped forward. “Lady, if we’d sold that piece in the market, we would have asked for fifty silver marks and been happy to have gotten thirty. ”

  “Today it was worth one hundred gold marks,” Cassidy said.

  Theran felt her shudder. That was the only warning he had before her legs buckled.

  He grabbed one arm. Ranon grabbed the other.

  “Fetch a chair,” the man told his son.

  The youth darted under the canopy and came back with a chair. They dumped Cassidy in it and pushed her head down.

  “Are you hurt?” Shira asked. “Is she hurt?”

  “I feel wobbly,” Cassidy said.

  “Keep your head down,” Theran said, tugging the club out of her hand.

  “I’ve never attacked anyone before,” Cassidy said. “Lucivar taught me how to use the club. He said I didn’t have the right temper for a knife. I worked on the moves lots of times in practice—Lucivar has a lust for practice—and I kept practicing because it was good exercise and a kind of mental discipline. But I’ve never hit anyone before and meant it. Well, my brother, Clayton, but that’s different. ”

  “I’m not finding anything,” Shira said. “What’s wrong with her?”

  “First-fight nerves,” Ranon said. “She’s just shaky. ”

  “I’ve got a bit of something that might help that,” the man said.

  Theran exchanged a look with Ranon. They both knew about the “bit of something” that was brewed in stills and cost a lot less than the liquor that didn’t require a man to bring his own container.

  *It will fuzz her nerves,* Ranon said.

  “Thanks,” Theran said as he rose to follow the man.

  The flask was tucked away with the water jugs and makings for tea. The man took a cup and saucer, then filled the cup halfway from the flask. He glanced at Theran, then poured a bit more.

  Theran accepted the cup and took a sip. His eyeballs sang and his teeth danced.

  “Mother Night,” he wheezed.

  “It’s got some bite to it,” the man agreed.

  When he brought the cup over, Cassidy got a whiff of the stuff and refused to drink it until Shira snapped, “You can drink that tonic or I can make you one that tastes worse. ”

  She gulped it down, draining the cup.

  Her throat didn’t catch on fire, and her lungs didn’t explode.

  Theran wasn’t sure if he should admire her for that or be afraid of her.

  “Give me a minute to check on the girl,” Shira said. “Then I’ll ride with you and help you get Lady Cassidy home. ”

  “Um aright,” Cassidy said.

  “Uh-huh,” Theran replied as he hauled her to her feet.

  Vae was stretched out on the seat, looking quite pleased with herself. Theran dropped the Green shield around the packages and said, “In the back. ”

  She grumbled a bit, but she stepped over the seat and walked on air while she nudged packages around until she’d made a Sceltie-sized spot. Then she lay down with a sigh.

  Cassidy was more of a handful since the liquor and the fight were catching up to her and coordination became a vague concept. But he finally got her on the seat and wrapped a Green shield around her to keep her from falling out of the cart.

  When he turned to find out what was keeping Shira, he saw Ranon holding the Healer back—and the landen man standing within reach.

  “I’ve got something to say to you,” the man said.

  Theran stiffened. “Then say it. ”

  “What happened today . . . What those boys did . . . That’s happened before. Not to me and mine, but to others. ”

  He nodded.

  “Been a long time since someone looked at us and saw people instead of less. ”

  He nodded again, not knowing what to say or what this man wanted.

  “I fought in the landen uprisings. ”

  “So did I,” Theran replied.

  The man glanced at the cart. “If there had been someone like her around two years ago, maybe we wouldn’t have felt the need to fight. I just wanted you to know that. ”

  His throat closed. Something ached inside of him. He raised a hand in farewell, then climbed up to the seat. A moment later, Shira joined him, and they drove away with Ranon riding behind them as escort.

  “Exciting day,” Shira said.

  “Yeah. ” Too many things had happened too fast. There were too many things to think about.

  And he wasn’t sure how he felt about any of them.

  CHAPTER 29

  KAELEER

  Daemon shifted the wooden delivery box to one hand and knocked on the cottage door.

  He understood Jaenelle’s reason for waiti
ng in solitude. Witch would not have been an easy companion last night, and Witch wouldn’t have been soothed by the company of all the women who had rallied around Marian. Lucivar had placed the Eyrien warriors on alert, and that had been enough warning for the women. For the warriors, seeing Lucivar go to the Keep armed and shielded told them everything they needed to know. If a fight broke out at Ebon Askavi between the three strongest Warlord Princes in the Realm, it would shake the whole damn valley. Or worse.

  So the Eyrien women had gathered to keep Marian company, to keep Daemonar distracted. To wait.

  But the Queen would have waited in silence, in solitude. Because if she’d felt the need to reclaim what she had given up, she would have terrified all of them.

  He wasn’t sure who—or what—would open the door, and he began to worry when she didn’t answer.

  Then the door opened and Jaenelle stood there, studying him with those haunted sapphire eyes that always saw too much.

  “Why were you knocking?” she asked, the tension visible in her stance—and audible in her voice.

  “Because this is your private place. ”

  Like his suite of rooms at the Hall.

  Relaxing, she nodded, acknowledging his reason. “What did you bring?”

  “A loving man—and breakfast. ”

  Her lips twitched, fighting a smile. “In that case, Prince, come in. ”

  He was so glad to see her, he didn’t try to fight a smile. There were shadows under her eyes, testimony of a sleepless night, and her hair was sticking up every which way, making her look like a scruffy waif . . . who was wearing snug trousers and one of his silk shirts.

  Screw breakfast, he thought as he set the box on the table. I’ll just nibble on her for an hour or two.

  Then Jaenelle peered into the box and her stomach growled so loudly, he figured it was prudent to change his priorities.

  “Where did you get this?” Jaenelle asked.

  “I stopped at The Tavern after seeing Lucivar home. There’s a steak pie, a vegetable casserole, and some fruit. ”

  “The Tavern isn’t usually open this early. ”

  Daemon hesitated, then wondered why he bothered. She would have been aware of the mood of the Blood in Riada. “They were just closing when I got there. ” Merry and Briggs had stayed open because so many had been sleepless and uneasy last night, and a gathering place offered comfort.