Darksong Rising: The Third Book of the Spellsong Cycle

by L. E. Modesitt Jr.

  “It feels good to stand,” she said, to cover the silence, “and to be here, Lord Ustal.”

  “We are pleased that you saw fit to visit Fussen, humble as it may be.”

  Anna just smiled once more, aware that Ustal could out “please” her. He’d been raised on courtly nothings.

  “Might I escort you … ?”

  “After I stable Farinelli.” She nodded toward the gelding.

  Ustal took a long look at the palomino. “Ah … it is true. He is a raider beast, and only you can … approach him?” The lord stepped toward Farinelli, as if to test what Anna had said.

  The gelding snorted, edged back.

  So did Ustal, nodding. “I will await you at the entrance there. Giesil will show you the guest stable.” He smiled, formally, bowing again.

  “Thank you. I won’t be long.” Anna returned the smile and followed the sour-faced armsman in maroon.

  Even with Rickel and Blaz taking the saddle, blanket, saddlebags, and lutar from her, and leaving her to deal directly with Farinelli, stabling and grooming the gelding took Anna longer than normal. Her hands felt clumsy, and she knew she was too hungry and dehydrated to function well.

  Finally, she gave Farinelli a last pat and picked up the lutar case. Rickel lifted off the saddlebags, and Blaz the mirror. Kerhor and Lejun remained empty-handed. All remained close behind Anna as she recrossed the courtyard in the fading light of day.

  Standing inside the entrance, Ustal glanced from the four guards to Anna to Jecks, and back to the Regent. “You are cautious.”

  “I’ve learned that nothing in Defalk is quite what it seems, Lord Ustal, and since I am a stranger, I must be more cautious than you might be in my position.” Anna forced another smile.

  “I understand. With Neserea so close to the west, we also have learned caution, if of a different type.”

  “I was not aware that the new Prophet had created trouble. Is this something I should know?”

  “We know little here, save that Mansuuran lancers have been posted to Elioch, or somewhere near there.”

  “That’s not surprising,” Anna said. “The new Prophet is increasing his armsmen, and he would prefer the Mansuurans be as far from Esaria as possible.”

  “We should talk of such after you are refreshed. For you to have ridden here in four days is remarkable.”

  For a woman? Anna nodded. “It was a pleasant ride.”

  “Let me show you to the guest chambers, such as they are.”

  Ustal turned. Anna and Jecks followed through a set of heavy oak double doors, along a corridor, and up one set of stairs.

  “There is the dining halt,” said Ustal as he turned up the second set of redstone stairs.

  The guest chamber was moderate in size, a single room with a tub shielded by a screen, and a large and ornate armoire in the corner by the tub. The bed was set under a headboard decorated with carved hunting scenes, and a settee rested at the footboard. Under one open window was a writing desk.

  A small alcove led to a curtained jakes set against the outer wall.

  “This is very pleasant.” Anna smiled and inclined her head to Ustal.

  “I will send up the servants with hot water. Once you are refreshed, we look forward to seeing you at dinner and showing you the cooking of Fussen.”

  “I also look forward to that.” Anna inclined her head.

  Ustal bowed and eased out of the chamber. Rickel and Blaz deposited her mirror and saddlebags, then slipped out to station themselves outside her door.

  Anna looked at Jecks and smiled. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

  He smiled back and bowed.

  While waiting for the servants and the water, Anna took the mirror from where Blaz had set it on the settee and eased it from its case, setting it on the writing table. Then she took out the lutar and tuned it. Next came the vocalises, and more coughing and mucus than she would have liked. Finally, she was ready for the spell.

  Show from Fussen, danger to fear,

  Ustal’s threats to me bright and clear … .

  When the mirror remained blank silver, Anna tried a second spell.

  Mirror, mirror, in your frame,

  Show me young Ustal in his fame,

  Where’er he may stand or be,

  Show him now to me.

  The mirror silvered, then showed Ustal in a sitting room, pacing before a dark-haired and pale young woman, who was seated on a low couch at the foot of a large bedstead. Ustal stopped and leveled an index finger at her accusingly, almost violently. The woman, wearing a tentlike dress, seemed to cringe from each motion of the pointed finger offered by the young lord. Anna realized the woman was pregnant, and nodded to herself, quickly singing a release couplet to cut off the image in the glass. So … Ustal is not the pleasant soul in private.

  Anna’s lips tightened as she set the lutar on the bed and sank into the straight-backed chair, waiting for the servants with the water.

  Once the servants arrived—three young girls, each with two large buckets—Lejun accompanied them in, standing between Anna and the servants.

  When the chamber was clear again, Anna slipped the iron bolt and bathed, after using another spell to clean and reheat the water—and getting a throbbing headache with the third spell. After bathing, and after massaging her forehead, she slipped into the single green gown she had brought, and into the green slipper shoes, and studied herself in the mirror.

  The figure looking back from the glass had blonde hair cut short, shorter than a bob. The fine features were those of a more mature woman than would have belonged to the almost girlish figure below—trim and muscular, with lightly tanned and flawless skin and clear blue eyes that looked like those of an eighteen-year-old—except for the darkness behind them. Even without makeup and jewelry, she looked nearly regal. Careful … don’t flatter yourself. Regal is as regal does.

  After a last look in the glass, Anna turned and left the guest chamber. As she stepped through the heavy oak door, she found Jecks waiting, standing beside Lejun. Clean-shaven and washed, in the blue of Elheld, he bowed.

  “You look most handsome, my lord,” Anna said. Incredibly handsome … and what am I to do with you … with us?

  “You are … more than beautiful, my lady. You always surprise me.” The slight huskiness in his compliments discomfited Anna, and she spoke quickly to cover her vulnerability. “Thank you. Shall we see what we can discover about Lord Ustal?”

  Jecks looked at Anna. “You are worried.”

  “Shouldn’t I be? Ustal looks like the perfect Defalkan lord. He’s handsome, probably as strong as a bull. He says the right things, and he expects to get his way.”

  “So it would seem … yet his brother has garnered some support.” Jecks smiled and stopped speaking as he looked down the steps, where Ustal was waiting.

  The lord-claimant’s eyes widened as he saw Anna in the green gown. The lord frankly surveyed the Regent, clearly surprised at her appearance. “I had not expected …”

  “A Regent who appeared so young?” Anna smiled politely. “You must have heard the story of what happened at the Sand Pass.” How couldn’t he? All of Liedwahr must have heard it by now.

  “I had heard, much later, but … the story does not do you justice.” Ustal offered a broad smile and a second bow, with a gesture toward the hall, before leading the way into the dark and high-ceilinged room, lit both by wall sconces, and a series of five-branched wrought-iron candelabra set at intervals along a table that stretched nearly ten yards.

  Anna could tell that the others had been waiting, and felt guilty for the time it had taken her to dress. Will you ever get over feeling guilty, even for little things?

  “This is my consort, Yelean.” Ustal inclined his head in the direction of the pale dark-haired woman in green that Anna had observed through the glass.

  “I am pleased to meet you,” Anna answered.

  “And I, you, your grace” Yelean’s smile was shy, almost frightened.

/>   Ustal rattled off a series of names, the only one of which Anna fixed in her mind being that of Weyrt, the chief of armsmen, who was seated directly across the long table from Himar.

  Again … you’ve let your blood sugar get too low … and you’re probably dehydrated. Once seated, Anna took a sip, a very small sip, of the red wine from her goblet, wondering whether it would be the swill she’d first tasted at Mencha or the polished vintages of Lerona. It was neither, merely an acceptable red table wine. “The wine tastes good, Lord Ustal.”

  “Not so fine as those of Lerona or Abenfel I fear, but good for accompanying a meal.”

  “It is far better than comes from my lands in Mencha,” she managed.

  A puzzled expression flitted across the blond lord’s face.

  “Lady Anna is not only Regent, but sole holder of Mencha as well,” Jecks said, his voice almost melodious. “She finds herself in the odd position of both paying and receiving liedgeld. She was Lady of Mencha before she became Regent.”

  As the white-haired lord spoke, Anna heaped her platter with the fowl and with the cheese-clotted potatoes.

  “Ah … so she knows some of the troubles of a holder,” suggested Ustal.

  “My lands are not so rich as yours,” Anna said, after swallowing her first mouthful, “and I see them seldom these days. Mencha is farther from Falcor than Fussen is. And your wine is better.”

  A faint smile crossed Yelean’s face.

  Ustal’s eyes widened as he watched Anna eat everything on the platter and then finish a second helping.

  “I’m sorry, Lord Ustal, but it has been a long ride, and I was more hungry than I’d thought.” Anna broke off another small chunk of bread, and nibbled on it. Amazing what sorcery does to your appetite and metabolism.

  “I had heard that sorceresses required … much sustenance … .”

  “It’s true.” Anna took another sip of wine. For the first time in days, she was beginning to feel she wasn’t running on the edge of hunger and fatigue. You’ve been undereating again … . Won’t you ever learn that being overweight isn’t your problem? The sorceress’ equivalent of anorexia is. Except old patterns were hard to unlearn. Anna wanted to snort, or something. If she were in a novel, she’d have no problems unlearning old habits. Just recognize them, and they’d be gone. Time to get this back on track. “I did not have the pleasure of meeting your sire. Would you say that you are much like him? Or different?”

  There was the slightest of pauses before Ustal set down his goblet. “My sire was well-known for being honorable and for caring for his lands. The vineyards were his doing as a young man. So was the sawmill …”

  Anna listened intently, trying to sort out what the words revealed of Ustal and what they told of Lord Vlassa.

  “ … my younger brother … let us just say that Falar and I differ.”

  “You would be a lord more like your sire?” suggested Anna.

  “Is that not why you are here, honored Regent—to offer your sanction to my succession.” Ustal bowed, offering a dazzling smile of perfect white teeth, rare indeed in Defalk.

  “I have come to see Fussen,” Anna replied, “and to meet you.”

  “You should also meet Falar,” Ustal said politely. “That way, you will understand why it is best that matters remain as they are.”

  “That is a wise suggestion, Lord Ustal,” Jecks said smoothly. “But where might one find this brother of yours? Surely, he would not be so foolish as to take quarters close to you?”

  A frown flickered across the handsome lord’s face and vanished as he turned toward Jecks. “Your prowess in the past struggles of Defalk is well known, Lord Jecks, and we are pleased to see that you remain in good health and wit.” The lord paused. “There is a house, an old hold, in Sudborte, which he claims as his. It once belonged to my mother’s grandsire, many years ago.” Ustal shrugged. “It could be mine as well as his, but I have suffered to let him claim it. One might find him there.”

  Anna kept smiling. Careful … arrogant he may be, but he’s no fool. “Indeed Lord Jecks has remained most wise and powerful, Lord Ustal, as many younger have discovered. I would that all lords of Defalk were so able with arms and so devoted to maintaining the succession. We will consider your suggestions most carefully.”

  “I commend him, and you, my Regent, for ensuring that succession. As Lord of Fussen, I, too, support the Regency and hope that the day will not be too distant when Lord Jimbob takes his place in his sire’s seat.” Ustal frowned. “I had hoped he might grace us with his presence.” A smile followed. “Though such is certainly not necessary with your beauty and ability.”

  “Lord Jimbob visited Cheor earlier this year and will be visiting other holds in the seasons to come,” Jecks offered. “He also must learn what any wise ruler must, and study both arms and strategy, and how best to use coins and men.”

  “And his thoughts,” Anna added.

  “Has he—or you—considered a match for his lordship?”

  “Several have been considered,” Anna replied, “and I would hope to see him with a consort before he becomes lord.” For lots of reasons …

  “So would we all.” Ustal paused. “And would you then advise him and his successors?”

  Anna made sure her laugh was gentle. “Lord Ustal … a youth spell may allow me to live a few more years, but I don’t think I’ll be around for very long by the time Jimbob’s children are ready to rule.” Assuming Jimbob is up to it in the first place.

  Ustal flushed. “I did not know.”

  “It isn’t that widely known.” Anna decided against telling Ustal anything that wasn’t fairly common knowledge. He was the type to decide he was more fit to rule than Jimbob, or anyone else. She turned to Yelean. “Has it been hard, carrying this child?”

  “It would seem hard, lady, but since he is my first, I do not know.”

  “Usually, the first are the hardest, but my second was.”

  “You have children?” Yelean barely managed to keep her mouth closed after her question.

  “They’re all grown, but they’re in the mist worlds. My oldest would have been several years older than Lord Ustal, but she was killed in a magic-carriage accident just before I was summoned to Liedwahr … .” Anna continued with a very abbreviated version of how she had come to be Regent.

  When she finished, Ustal nodded. “So … to keep your powers, you will have no children and support Lord Jimbob.”

  “No,” Anna corrected him. “The youth spell stopped my ability to have children, and it seemed far better to support the current succession than to create even more fighting over who would found a new line. This way, at least some of our neighbors, such as Nordwei and Ranuak, have indirectly provided assistance, rather than tried conquest.”

  “You have received assistance from both?” Ustal’s voice was not quite incredulous.

  “Yes. As well as most useful information.” Anna smiled. “Now … if you would tell me what you know about Neserea that is not widely told. You must, with your experience and living so close.”

  Anna hoped Jecks wouldn’t burst out laughing at the blatant flattery and the warm smile she offered.

  Her white-haired and handsome lord merely nodded sagely, and added, “And anything your sire may have passed down would also be most helpful.”

  Ustal squared his shoulders ever so slightly. “It is true that we in Fussen see the Nesereans more closely … .”

  Anna nodded for him to continue, while quietly stifling a yawn, and hoping she could continue to avoid making a direct pronouncement on the succession.

  17

  After glancing at the mirror on the guest chamber’s writing desk that earlier had held her breakfast of an early-ripened apple, bread, and cheese, Anna cleared her throat, then began to sing the spell, accompanying herself with the lutar:

  Show from Fussen, danger to fear,

  Falar’s threats to me bright and clear … .

  The mirror did not even flicker, remai
ning a bright blank silver. So Anna tried the follow-up spell.

  Mirror, mirror, in your frame,

  Show me young Falar in his fame,

  Where’er he may stand or be,

  Show him now to me.

  The mirror silvered, then showed a beardless and slender figure in blue bent over a table writing something. As Anna watched, he pushed back a lock of hair and seemed to sigh before he dipped the quill into the inkwell once more. The small room was empty and lit only by the shaft of early-morning sunlight through the single narrow window.

  Anna sang the release couplet, then slowly recased the lutar and the traveling mirror, noting that the finish of the wood framing the glass was beginning to discolor from the heat created by her scrying spells. The discoloration reminded her again of the difficulty she had in even seeing Elizabetta. You have to be patient … she might not even be able to get to the lake house now … even if it is summer.

  After a time, she lifted the lutar case and opened the door, stepping out into the keep’s corridor in order to make her way down to the courtyard. Blaz and Kerhor followed her closely, with Rickel trailing.

  She had entered the courtyard and almost reached the stable when Ustal appeared, bowing. “Lady Anna.”

  “Good morning, Lord Ustal.”

  “And to you. I trust you slept well.”

  “I did, and I appreciated the breakfast tray. You have been most kind and hospitable.”

  “One owes one’s Regent respect and hospitality.” Ustal bowed. “Charming as you are, I could not help but notice that you did not comment on the succession,” offered the blond as he straightened.

  “You suggested I meet with your brother.” Anna smiled. “After I do so, I will make a decision. Then I will inform you.”

  “Caution wars with your image as the decisive and powerful Regent.” Ustal laughed lightly.

  “Power and caution go hand in hand, Lord Ustal.” Anna paused, wondering how she could end the discussion without conflict and get Ustal off her back. Then she almost nodded. “If you have real power, you’d better use it with caution, and if you don’t, it pays to be twice as cautious.” She smiled. “So, you see, I would have to be even more cautious if I weren’t Regent.”