by Sharon Lee
"I am pleased to hear it," he said, steadily. "Mr. dea'Gauss, in your considered opinion—is Mizel likely to take this?"
"There lies the genius of the plan, your lordship. If Mizel does not take it, then the delm must surely be brought before her peers and closely questioned as to her reasons. As Lady yo'Lanna states, it benefits no one to allow a clan to dissolve. In offering this, Korval is seen as looking to the best benefit of Liad." Mr. dea'Gauss inclined his head. "Which is according to its charter."
Daav bent his head and considered the plan. It posed, in its way, just as much risk as the one he and dea'Gauss had produced, yet carried a greater likelihood of success, if Mr. dea'Gauss was to be believed, and an avenue of legal recourse open to them, if Mizel balked.
"It is well," he said, raising his head. "I do not need to ask you to bend your best efforts, I know. Please, proceed as you see fit in negotiating these new terms. The dice are in your hand."
Mr. dea'Gauss bowed.
"I shall do my utmost, your lordship."
Chapter Thirty-One
The wages of spite are well-earned.
—
Liaden Proverb
Daav gave his cloak to Kareen's butler and paused a moment to order himself. He wore a misty grey coat and silvered lace, in complement to Aelliana's colors. That he arrived alone, and yet constrained by Mizel's whim, angered and dismayed him.
Still, he reminded himself, he would at least be able to see her, a pleasure that had been denied him for too long. If he were very lucky, they might meet in a condition demanding that they exchange a brief greeting with the bow. It frightened him, how much he ached to hear her voice.
Well, and standing out here in the hallway would serve nothing, save Kareen's spite. He gave his lace another, unnecessary, shake, and moved down the hall to the reception room.
He had arrived somewhat behind time, wishing to avoid a long dawdle in line before he paid his respects to the hostess and was passed inside. Thus, he found Kareen alone in the reception hall, with only her good friend Scholar Her Nin yo'Vestra to support her.
He made his bow properly: guest-to-host, augmented with the hand-sign between kin.
"Good evening, younger Brother!" Even in the High Tongue, Kareen sounded positively cheerful, which could not, Daav thought, be a good sign.
He straightened warily.
"Good evening, Sister," he replied, speaking in the Low Tongue more from habit than from any particular wish to annoy her this evening. He inclined his head to her support. "Scholar yo'Vestra."
"Korval," the man answered, with a certain sternness, as he was every bit as much of a stickler as Kareen. Indeed, the two of them sat together upon the League for the Purity of the Language—two cornerstone members.
"Do go in," Kareen urged him, smiling. "You will of course find many here whom you know."
Yes, he thought, his stomach tightening, too cheerful by far.
He bowed again and passed into the great room.
It was not quite a crush, he thought, pausing to survey the room. That would change over the course of the evening. He had only been somewhat late, and that in service of his own convenience. There were those others who would time their entrance so that the most eyes fell upon them.
At the moment, he saw the usual and expected assortment of guests. Kareen had drawn almost exclusively from the High Houses for this entertainment, with a few of the more . . . ambitious of the Mid Houses, nor had she stinted herself in the matter of ostentatious display. The hall had been repainted a velvety gold, with new rugs to match. It was rather like standing inside a jewel box, with the guests acting the part of the jewels.
Daav took another step into the room, meaning his path to intersect with that of a server wearing a wide-sleeved gold shirt and carrying a tray full with glasses, when the crowd shifted, only a little; he saw Lady yo'Lanna, surrounded as usual with the beautiful and the amusing, the woman at her side perhaps the new favorite—
He went taut, even as the breath was crushed out of his lungs. Joyfully, he accepted the bolt of her beauty and he stood there, transfixed—no! Breath returned with a rush; his heart slammed into overdrive and there was nothing, there was no one but her, to whom he must go immediately. He took a step . . .
Aelliana turned, her eyes wide and fey. Her hand rose, lace flowing away from her fingers like water, as she, too, took a step—
His arm—the grip was firm enough to pierce the glaze of enchantment. The voice was overloud, commanding attention.
"Young Korval!" Guayar told the room. "Just the man I was wanting to see!"
Daav shook his head, unable to move his eyes from her face, the compulsion painful now, so that his breath came short, and he—
"Daav . . ." That was lower, almost a growl. "Command yourself."
"I—" His voice died. Gods, he would die, if he did not go to her now, now, and damn the consequences—
"Come with me," Guayar said. "You want wine."
"No," he whispered. "No, I don't want wine."
The grip on his arm was firm enough now to bruise. He scarcely felt it, in the greater agony of his soul.
"Very well, then," Clonak's father said, with quiet patience, "you want a glass of tea. Come with me, please, you are becoming an object of interest."
Lady yo'Lanna extended a hand; leaned close and whispered something to Aelliana. She—Aelliana turned her back on him.
"Daav?"
"Yes," he said raggedly, turning painfully toward his own rescuer. His body ached, as if he had been thrown onto sharp stones from a height. "For the gods' sweet love, sir, do not loose my arm."
Guayar sighed, but held firm. "No more than a dozen steps, there is an alcove provided with refreshments," he said, in normal tones. "We may be private there. I swear that my small bit of business will go no longer than is required to drink a glass of tea."
* * *
"Will you lose everything for one unguarded step?" Lady yo'Lanna whispered in her ear.
Aelliana shivered. She could not move, except to go to him. She would die, if she did not touch him.
"Turn around." Lady yo'Lanna gripped her arm.
"I cannot," she whispered.
"You will," the older woman said, her voice conveying absolute conviction.
Daav—Delm Guayar was speaking to him. She saw the longing in his face; felt the effort it cost him, to stand in one place, trembling, as she was trembling, soul on fire and heart a-stutter . . .
She closed her eyes. The pain did not abate. I will not lose, she thought. I will not forfeit my life.
Shaking, she turned away.
* * *
Shaking, he put himself into the alcove's farthest corner, closed his eyes, and concentrated on being very still. Now that it was aroused, the compulsion did not fade as he had hoped it might. He knew where she was; blindfolded, he could walk to her side, through walls, if he must . . .
"Here is tea," Guayar said.
He opened his eyes, and received the glass with both hands. The liquid sloshed and rippled unnervingly.
Apparently, Guayar thought so, too, for he sent a sharp look into Daav's face.
"Attend me, please," he said, as if he were speaking to a child yet in nursery. "You are to remain precisely there; you will not endanger your clan or your lady or yourself by word, action or deed while I am away. Do you swear it?"
Daav took a hard breath. "How long will you be gone?"
Guayar awarded him another sharp look.
"I am going to fetch your brother."
Daav inclined his head. "On my honor, I will wait here until my brother comes."
"Excellent."
Alone, Daav closed his eyes, and felt for the steps that would bring him to that place of quiet peace. He could not concentrate; the imperative to go to her shattered his thought, flooding him with agony.
Biting his lip, he reached for the Rainbow, but the colors slid away from his thought, leaving him bereft and ill.
A ligh
t step alerted him. He opened his eyes.
Er Thom was in sapphire and ivory. He stood in the entry to the alcove, the golden light from the main room limning his slim figure, throwing his face into shadow.
"Kareen will be angry if you break that glass," he commented. "It's part of a set."
"I'll buy her a new set," Daav answered, horrified to hear how his voice quavered.
"Best not to call attention," his brother said, and came forward, walking easy and soft. "Brother, what pains you?"
Daav took a breath, keeping his eyes on Er Thom's.
"I am compelled," he said.
"Ah." His brother inclined his head. "I understand."
Of all the beings alive, Daav thought, his brother would understand. More the pity, that Er Thom's brother had not understood when a similar compulsion had been visited upon him.
"Brother, I owe you a profound apology."
"Nonsense," Er Thom said briskly. He slipped the glass from Daav's hand. "Let me fetch you something more fitting to drink."
"Not wine!" he said sharply.
"Of course not. Come out of the corner, Daav, do."
Come out of the corner, he thought, blinking back tears; as if it were simple.
. . . and yet, it was Er Thom who asked it; Er Thom, who knew precisely what it would cost.
Daav straightened his shoulders and stepped away from the wall. His knees trembled, but he could stand. His hands were cold, and his lungs ached as if he had been running at the top of his speed for far too long.
"Here you are," Er Thom said, stepping to his side and handing him a wineglass filled with pale yellow liquid.
Daav shook his head. "No wine," he repeated. "Brother—"
"Taste it," Er Thom commanded.
Goaded, he assayed a sip—a small sip—and sputtered a laugh.
"Lemonade?"
"It is perfectly adequate lemonade," Er Thom said, sipping from his own glass. He wrinkled his nose slightly. "Who could have supposed that Kareen would have it too sweet?"
Daav snorted, then sobered.
"I promised that I would support her here," he said, without any need to explain who that might be.
"Of course you did, and so you shall," Er Thom replied, offering his arm. "Come, Brother, let us tour the room."
* * *
Lady Kareen had detached her from Ilthiria yo'Lanna, precisely as that lady had predicted.
"You are so new among us, Scholar Caylon, that I am persuaded there are many here who are strangers to you. Come! Allow me to make you known to the room."
Aelliana looked to Lady yo'Lanna, which had not been part of what they had decided between them, but did not, Aelliana thought, do them a disservice. What Lady yo'Lanna felt was not to be known, as she simply waved a negligent hand and issued an airy, "Do allow Lady Kareen to introduce you to those to whom you are not known, Pilot. No one knows her guests so well as the host."
The first person the host guided her to was an unfamiliar man with a triangular face and severe grey eyebrows. Aelliana's stomach, already unsettled, grew more so.
"Ixin, allow me to make you known to Aelliana Caylon Clan Mizel, Scholar and Pilot. Scholar Caylon, here is Lus Tin ven'Deelin, who has the honor to be Ixin."
They exchanged bows, each accepting the other's introduction, while Lady Kareen stood back, her face watchful beyond, Aelliana thought, what became even the most careful host.
"Scholar Caylon, how glad I am to meet you!" Lus Tin ven'Deelin said. "My niece had only praise for you and for your course. But—" he looked suddenly conscious—"you have had so many students, perhaps you do not recall—"
"Rema was one of my best students," Aelliana murmured. "Of course I remember her, and—if a teacher may say it—with great fondness."
"That is kind of you, Scholar. I will be certain to tell her father of your notice. Also, allow me to add my own thanks for the gift of your genius, and for your care, Scholar."
"You are too kind," Aelliana murmured.
"Not at all," he protested gallantly, and they parted, with bows, he to proceed down the room and she to accompany Lady Kareen.
"How fortunate that you were acquainted with Ixin's niece," Kareen murmured.
"Trebly fortunate," Aelliana allowed.
"Ah, now, here is—"
"Is it Pilot Caylon?" a woman's high, sweet voice interrupted Kareen. "How well you are looking, ma'am!"
Aelliana turned and bowed. "Lady Sera, how good it is to meet you again."
"Had I the least idea you were to be here, I would have offered you my escort. I hope you were not constrained to come alone. Really, this matter inconveniences everyone—don't you think so, Kareen?"
"Certainly, it is an inconvenient situation," that lady answered smoothly, "and not at all regular."
"Well! But it is Korval, ma'am, and—aside yourself, of course—irregularity would seem a mark of the House. Pilot Caylon, how are you situated? It would please me to offer you guesting. My house is quite near."
"Thank you," Aelliana said, inclining her head. "Lady yo'Lanna kindly allows me to guest with her."
"Ah, does she? You're well taken care of then." She tipped her head. "I wonder, Pilot, your jewels. Moonel, I assume?"
"Yes," Aelliana said, who had not known the artist existed until that very afternoon, when Lady yo'Lanna had brought Daav's gift to her. The Master had used every jewel in the Jump pilot's cluster to make what seemed at first viewing to be a meaningless tangle. Once about her neck, however, it was revealed as a star route, with the Jump points marked out in grey pearl—three Jumps, in fact, to Avontai, and three more, to Staederport.
Lady Sera sighed. "You are very fortunate, ma'am."
"So I believe as well," Aelliana murmured, which gained her a sharp look from the lady, and an insincere smile.
"Why there is Etgora!" she said brightly. "I must have word with him before he vanishes into the crowd again. Kareen, you have achieved a crush!" A hasty bow and Lady Sera was away.
"How came you to meet Sera tel'Kai?" Kareen asked as they moved across the crowded floor together.
"We were guests together at Lady yo'Lanna's morning picnic some weeks back," Aelliana murmured. "She was kind enough then to give me her attention."
"I see." Lady Kareen took her arm, as if she were afraid that Aelliana might escape. "I hope you will humor me, Scholar. There is one of my guests that I particularly wished you to meet. I fear that the tel'Kai is correct, however, we have achieved a crush and will scarce be able to find ourselves, much less—Ah! There we have her!"
* * *
One did not, Daav found, grow accustomed so much as one found ways to cope. He coped by allowing Er Thom to steer them from one pleasant acquaintance to another, and by concentrating on seeming precisely as usual. vin'Tael made some comment meant to call into question the melant'i of those who did not immediately acquiesce to the demands of High. He was, however, in his cups, and was easily quelled with a stare.
That his brother's route down the room was modeled on Aelliana's progress, Daav knew by the burning of his nerves. He ignored it, as much as he might, and tried to be content with the occasional glimpse of her face, or her tawny hair, swept back into a deceptively simple knot, revealing her face entirely, and exposing her delicious ears.
Eyla had done well with the dress, he thought. It was a simple thing, with clean lines and matter-of-fact elegance. Beside her, Kareen seemed subtly overdressed.
Moonel's necklace—well, what could be said? The man was a genius. Daav wished he had been able to give it himself, so that he could have seen whether it pleased her. That, alas . . .
"Kareen is on the approach to mischief," Er Thom murmured. "Shall I go?"
Daav looked out over the room, beyond Aelliana's present location, and drew his breath in sharply.
"Yes, and at once," he said, releasing Er Thom's arm. "For if I go, I will surely murder her."
* * *
"You must allow me," Lady Kareen said, hurrying
her toward a pair of ladies—one elder and stern-faced; the other young enough to perhaps be her daughter, with a face more resigned than stern, and her stance shouting pilot.
"You must allow me to present Gath tel'Izak, who has the honor to be Bindan, and Samiv tel'Izak. Delm and Pilot, allow me to introduce Aelliana Caylon Clan Mizel."
Face stiff, Bindan inclined her head, Aelliana scarcely heeded that. She stepped forward, slipping her arm free from Lady Kareen's grasp and bowed profoundly.
"Samiv tel'Izak!" she exclaimed. "I have been wanting to meet you, and to thank you! To have risked so much on my account—and never even knowing who I was! I am in your debt, Pilot. Deeply so."
"Indeed not!" the younger lady protested. "Pilot Caylon—it is apparent to the meanest intelligence precisely who you are. I am honored, and if I may say so without offense, delighted, to be able to speak with you. The last I had known, your case was desperate, and then I fear"—a sweep of lashes in the elder lady's direction—"I became immersed in my own affairs."
"I understand entirely, Pilot," Aelliana assured her. "We should make time to sit with each other. I am presently situated at Chonselta, but I am at your service, Pilot. Only—" A shadow moved at her shoulder—not Daav, an inner voice told her—and she turned her head.
Not Daav, no, but welcome, nonetheless.
"Er Thom!" She caught his hand and brought him forward. "Do you know Pilot tel'Izak?"
"I have had the felicity," he said, with an easy bow. "Pilot, I am pleased to see you looking so well." He glanced to the other lady and accorded her a more rigorous salute. "Bindan."
"yos'Galan," the delm said sourly.
"Aelliana," Er Thom said in his soft, sweet voice. "I had seen that you were unrefreshed. Might I might fetch you something? Pilot? Ma'am?"
"Thank you, no," Bindan said, with, so it seemed to Aelliana, scant courtesy. "Samiv, there is Midys, to whom we must speak. Forgive us, yos'Galan, Lady . . . Pilot; duty calls."
"Certainly," Er Thom said, inclining his head. Aelliana looked to Samiv.
"A message in my name to the offices of dea'Gauss will find me, Pilot. Please, do not forget."