Caterina explained a “vow of chastity” meant he couldn't kiss anyone, but Eryk wasn't that stupid. He knew it meant Lord Dirk couldn't do any of the things Marqel had shown him that time he'd met her in Nova, which might not be a bad thing because he couldn't imagine anyone as well bred as Lady Jacinta doing that sort of thing anyway.
He was still wondering about it when he reached the terrace overlooking the lake. He climbed the steps thoughtfully, wondering if there was anything else he could do to help things along between Lord Dirk and Lady Jacinta.
“Why the troubled look, Eryk?”
Startled to hear his name, he looked up to find Marqel sitting on one of the wrought-iron recliners laid out for the palace residents to enjoy the view of the lake.
“I wasn't troubled.” He shrugged. “Just thinking.”
“And very deep thoughts, I'd wager.” Marqel smiled. “I've not seen much of you since I got to Bollow, Eryk. You're not avoiding me, are you?”
“Oh no! Marqel, you're my friend.”
“Good. Because you're my friend, too, and we've had hardly any time to chat since you came back from Mil.”
“I will chat with you, Marqel,” he promised. “But right now I have to fetch something cool for Lady Jacinta.”
Marqel's eyes narrowed. “What's she doing here?”
“She came to see Lord Dirk.”
“Why?”
“I don't know. Maybe she just wanted to talk to him?”
“The highborn never do anything unless they're plotting something, Eryk. Especially Lord Dirk.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, a little concerned by her tone.
But Marqel smiled brightly and laughed at her own foolishness. “Nothing, Eryk. You'd better run along and fetch Lady Jacinta her drink.” Marqel looked at him in concern as his face crumbled into a worried frown. “What's the matter?”
“I forgot to ask her what she wanted. Lord Dirk just said something about a cool drink.”
“Perhaps you'd better go ask her.”
“She'll think I'm stupid.”
“Who? Jacinta? Of course she won't think you're stupid, Eryk. She's very nice. Why, I remember her from the palace when I was in Kalarada. She was always very nice to me.”
“I suppose. Caterina really likes her.”
“And who could ask for a more glowing character reference than that?”
“I hope she's right about Lady Jacinta and Lord Dirk.”
The High Priestess smiled warmly and swung her legs around so she was sitting on the edge of the chaise. She beckoned him forward and patted the space beside her.
“What do you mean, you hope she's right about them?”
Eryk sat beside her and took a deep breath. It was good to talk about these things to another friend besides Caterina. And Marqel was really good at this sort of thing. She'd known exactly what Eryk needed to do about Mellie.
“Can I ask you something, Marqel?”
“I'm your friend, Eryk,” she assured him. “You can ask me anything.”
“Well, Caterina thinks Lord Dirk and Lady Jacinta … well, that they like each other.”
“Really?” Marqel asked with interest. “How do you know? Or, more to the point, how does Caterina know?”
“She just does. She says it's her women's intrusion.”
“Women's intuition?” Marqel corrected with a soft laugh. “I suppose it must be. Unless she's seen something?”
“I don't think so,” Eryk said. “That's the problem, you see. I mean we know they like each other, but we don't know how to make them see it.”
“So you and Caterina are worried that Dirk hasn't got the … wherewithal to get things moving, eh?”
“Maybe he doesn't know what to say to her.”
“Yes, well, I can see how being romantic might prove a bit of a challenge for him,” Marqel agreed. “Dirk's not the most open sort of fellow, is he?”
“Could you help, Marqel?”
His comment sent Marqel into a fit of choking coughs.
“Are you all right?” he asked in alarm.
She nodded, wiping streaming eyes. It took her a moment or two to get her breathing back under control. “You want me to help Dirk seduce Jacinta D'Orlon?”
“Well, you know all the right things to say. And what to do. Don't you remember what you showed me in Nova?”
Marqel looked around nervously. “I remember, Eryk. But that's our little secret. You promised not to mention it again.”
“I'm sorry. I haven't told anyone else about it, I promise. But I was just thinking that if you could do the same for Lord Dirk… then he'd know what to do, and Caterina could stay here…”
“Ah, so that's what all this is about. You don't want Caterina to leave. But I thought you were in love with Mellie?”
“Well, I was … am,” he agreed, suddenly confused. “But Caterina… well, she's here, and Mellie's gone …”
Marqel put her arm around his shoulder and gave it an affectionate squeeze. “It's all right, Eryk. I understand. It doesn't make you a bad person. Most boys can't be faithful if there's another girl close by to distract them. It's just the way men are made.”
“Will you help Lord Dirk, then?”
She smiled broadly. “Of course I will. In fact, I think I'll follow them right now and see how things are going between Lady Jacinta and Lord Dirk, just so I can figure out the best way to deal with the situation.”
Eryk sighed contentedly at the suggestion, thinking there were few friends as selfless or generous as Marqel. In fact, he was probably the luckiest person in the whole world to have friends like Lord Dirk and Caterina and Marqel.
“You're just the best friend, Marqel.”
“Don't mention it, Eryk. Believe me when I say nothing will give me more pleasure than finding out there is something going on between Dirk Provin and Jacinta D'Orlon. And doing something about it.”
arqel cut across the lawns when she couldn't see Dirk or Jacinta, guessing they had walked down past the trees, so she angled off the left to take a shortcut through the woodland, cursing her foolishness for not paying more attention.
How could something like an affair between Dirk and Jacinta D'Orlon be going on without her noticing anything? She allowed herself a small smile over Eryk's request that she show Dirk what he needed to do to win Jacinta over.
I've already shown your precious Lord Dirk things you wouldn't even dream of, you loathsome little creep.
What would Eryk think of Dirk if he knew that? Marqel would never confide such a thing to the boy, of course. Regardless of what he might think of Dirk, the news would tarnish her saintly image in Eryk's eyes and that was far too valuable a commodity to throw away for the fleeting pleasure of seeing the half-wit's crestfallen expression.
Marqel stilled suddenly as voices reached her. She crept forward, unable to see Dirk or Jacinta, but their voices carried clearly through the thick foliage.
“There was one other thing I wanted to ask,” Jacinta was saying.
“Name it,” Dirk replied.
“Who are you planning to sacrifice at the ceremony?”
Marqel halted, wondering at the answer. She still couldn't believe Dirk was going to burn anybody at the ceremony. He seemed to despise Landfall too much for that.
“I haven't decided yet,” Marqel heard him say.
“Did you have anybody particular in mind?”
“There's a few people I'd like to see burn.”
“Is that why you're searching the city so anxiously for Tia Veran?”
Tia Veran? The name set alarm bells ringing in Marqel's head. If Tia Veran was a candidate for an eclipse sacrifice, did that mean she was here in Bollow? Did Dirk know where she was? Is that why he was looking for her? Or was Jacinta simply taking a stab in the dark, thinking that Tia Veran would make an excellent sacrifice because of who she was, even though she wasn't actually anywhere near Bollow?
“My lord?”
Marqel held her breath, waiti
ng for Dirk's answer.
“Sorry. I was just thinking … if I have to burn someone, our new High Priestess would do for a start.”
Marqel gasped, furious to hear Dirk say such a thing about her. And to Jacinta D'Orlon, of all people.
“I'm surprised to hear you say that, my lord,” Jacinta's disembodied voice remarked, echoing Marqel's feelings. She couldn't believe it either. Then she heard Jacinta add: “I gathered she was one of your staunchest supporters. She certainly seemed that way at the swearing-in ceremony.”
“In public, perhaps,” Dirk agreed. “But make no mistake about it, my lady, Marqel is dangerous, self-centered, untrustworthy and completely amoral. She'd destroy me in a heartbeat if she thought she could get away with it.”
Marqel was too angry to take notice of the rest of their conversation. The idea Dirk could even contemplate burning her alive made her furious beyond reason. That he would voice his desire aloud to that superior, stuck-up little bitch, Jacinta D'Orlon, made it a thousand times worse.
Will I ever learn not to trust that double-dealing little prick?
She leaned against the rough trunk of the nearest tree, digging her nails into the soft bark to stop herself from screaming out her fury and betraying her presence. For a moment, she had forgotten why she had come here. The prospect of Dirk Provin and Jacinta D'Orlon having an affair seemed laughable now. They were not involved. She should have known better than to listen to Eryk and believe they might be. Jacinta D'Orlon was just a spoiled, airheaded noblewoman, inhibited and confined by her upbringing. Dirk, on the other hand, was all ambition and anger and nothing would be allowed to get in his way, particularly not a woman. He'd betrayed Tia Veran without so much as blinking. He'd killed his own father. He'd led the invasion into Mil against the people who thought he was their friend.
There was no room in Dirk Provin for anything other than an insatiable thirst for power.
Yet there was a level of intimacy in his conversation with Jacinta that was worrying. Dirk went to great pains to portray himself a certain way to everyone he met, and admitting the opposite to someone who should be little more than a stranger was not like him at all.
Did he know Jacinta? Had they been childhood friends? That would account for the familiarity of their conversation, the ease with which he spoke to her. It was possible, of course. The nobility all moved in the same circles and both Dirk and Jacinta were the children of ruling houses. Maybe that's all there was to it. Perhaps Jacinta was someone he'd known all his life and Caterina's “women's intuition” was just the mistaken belief that their childhood friendship was something more than it really was.
Whatever the case, Dirk had proved one thing beyond doubt with his careless words. He couldn't be trusted and he had to be dealt with, sooner rather than later.
Marqel knew she couldn't safely remove Dirk until after the eclipse. But she needed some leverage, some way of making him toe the line—her line—in the interim. What form that leverage should take was another matter entirely.
She could do nothing to Jacinta that would make a difference. Besides, the Queen of Dhevyn's envoy was too obvious a target and there were too many people who could—and would—vouch for her innocence, should she try to accuse Jacinta of anything. The only other sure way to get at Dirk that Marqel knew of was through Alenor, but she wasn't here yet and it was hard to say what would happen when she did arrive. Would Kirsh support his wife against Marqel out of spite for being rejected?
It was impossible to say. Since the news arrived from Kalarada that Kirsh had caught Alenor in the arms of Alexin Seranov—a minor detail she had quite deliberately not shared with Dirk—the question over whose child she'd been carrying had loomed large in Antonov's mind. When he thought the baby was his grandchild, he would have strangled Marqel with his bare hands had he discovered it was she who had induced Alenor's abortion. In light of Alenor's affair, however, Antonov wouldn't be angry with her. He'd probably be grateful.
She sighed heavily. The problem was giving Marqel a headache. There must be some way. Some chink in Dirk's armor that would allow her to protect herself against his machinations.
And then it came to her.
Tia Veran.
If Tia was in the city, Dirk must be looking for her. Whether he wanted her for fair deeds or foul was not the issue. The fact is, he would want her and if Marqel found her first, then she would have the leverage she wanted, the safety net she so desperately needed.
Marqel waited a while longer until she was certain that Jacinta was gone and Dirk was no longer in the vicinity of the trees before she turned and hurried back toward the palace.
The day was still young, and with luck she could be in the city in less than an hour. That gave her quite a long time to look. Plenty of time to rally the City Guard and, more important, Antonov's own guard, in the search for Tia Veran.
Once she found her—and Marqel allowed for no other possibility—she would confront Dirk with her prize…
And then she could start to lay down a few terms of her own.
One way or another, she decided, Dirk would finally learn she was not a force to be trifled with. In Marqel's opinion, it was a lesson long overdue.
ia and Reithan learned the reason Dirk Provin no longer feared assassination several days after they had seen him at the temple, from a woman named Bethany who ran one of Bollow's discreet brothels for the Brotherhood. The reason, she told them, was widely known among her associates. Dirk Provin had taken Caterina Farlo hostage and had left orders she would be tortured and killed if anything happened to him.
“So the Brotherhood called off our contract to save a basket maker's daughter?” Tia spat in disgust.
“Not just a basket maker's daughter,” Bethany told them. “Her mother is Gilda Farlo.”
“So?”
“Gilda Farlo's name before she married the basket maker was Gilda Lukanov.”
“She's related to Videon Lukanov in Kalarada?” Reithan asked in surprise.
“His sister,” Bethany said. “Dirk Provin picked his hostage well, Reithan. He picked the niece of the man who runs the Brotherhood in Dhevyn.”
“But this is Senet.”
Bethany smiled, revealing a row of unnaturally perfect teeth. “There are no borders in the Brotherhood, Reithan. You should know that.”
“Why haven't you just taken her back?” Tia asked. “I saw her the other day. She's not even guarded.”
“I can't say for certain,” Bethany shrugged. “He's an intriguing boy, this Dirk Provin of yours. He betrayed every person he'd met in the Brotherhood while he was with your people in Mil, yet he was able to get a list of the names to Boris Farlo in Tolace before a single one of them was arrested. He's involved in a fascinating game. I think the Brotherhood is willing to see it play out before they decide what to do about him one way or the other.”
“I'd rather the Brotherhood just did what we paid them to do,” Tia complained.
“Look at it from our point of view. For the first time in history we have a Lord of the Suns willing to deal with the Brotherhood,” Bethany pointed out. “Paige Halyn didn't even know we existed. Fulfilling a contract with your people in Mil—who even you must admit are now powerless and scattered—against the chance to have a Lord of the Suns we can negotiate with? What would you do in our place?”
“Honor the contract,” Tia replied without hesitating.
Bethany smiled. “You say that because from where you sit, it seems the honorable thing to do. But don't fool yourself, Tia. There is no honor here. This is business. I suppose I might be able to arrange for you to get your money back if the Brotherhood decides not to proceed with the assassination.”
“We should get our money back anyway,” she said. “You're playing your own game with Dirk Provin and it's got nothing to do with us. Why should we pay for something you're probably going to do anyway? As you said, this is the first Lord of the Suns who even knows the Brotherhood exists. What are you going to do if yo
u can't get him to cooperate? Send him a thank-you note?”
Her words seemed to have little impact on the woman.
“I'll see what I can do about the money, Tia,” Bethany repeated. “I can't promise more than that.”
After they left the brothel, Tia and Reithan shoved their way back through the crowds toward the tent city. It had begun to rain lightly while they were inside, but the crowd had thinned only a little. Tia cursed and snapped at anybody foolish enough to get in her way, her anger at the Brotherhood's double-dealing finding an outlet in the bustling streets of the Senetian city. They had spent a fortune on that contract. Money that could have been spent helping the scattered refugees who fled the Baenlands.
Reithan seemed rather more philosophical about the news. Tia suspected it was because, like Misha, Reithan still harbored a faint hope Dirk was actually doing something useful. Small chance of that. Still, her bow was hidden among the gear they had left at the dressmaker's tent, and on the day of the eclipse she knew exactly where Dirk would be—standing on the steps of the Bollow temple, a perfect target …
“Wouldn't go that way if I were you,” a man muttered impatiently as he pushed past Tia.
“Why not?”
“The damn guard's checking everyone going in or out the city gate.”
“Are they looking for anyone in particular?” Reithan asked, glancing at Tia.
“Didn't hang around to find out,” the man shrugged, shoving his way past them.
Tia turned to Reithan. “I wonder what's going on?”
“Do we want to risk the gate to find out?”
Tia glanced up at the overcast sky. It was raining lightly, but the sky was darker in the west as another storm rolled in. “It's going to start bucketing down soon.”
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