Shalador's Lady

by Bishop, Anne

  “We’re here,” he said, holding out a hand.

  She slipped her hand in his, still saying nothing as she followed him out of the Coach and into the house.

  His grandfather waited for them in the front parlor.

  “The Rose has come back to us,” Yairen said, smiling. “It grieves me to know you sorrow, but you are among friends here.” He gestured to two chairs and a table. “Come and sit with an old man.”

  She sat, and she seemed so empty Ranon wondered if he’d brought more than a husk to Eyota.

  Yairen waved a hand over the table. Two mugs and a carafe appeared. Using Craft, Yairen poured dark, steaming liquid from the carafe into the mugs.

  “This is a special drink,” Yairen said. “I usually make it when strong men need to speak of things that are troubling their hearts, but I think tonight your heart could use this.”

  “I don’t think I can speak,” Cassidy whispered.

  Yairen smiled gently. “Even silence has a voice. Drink. Perhaps we will talk. Perhaps not. Perhaps I alone will talk and tell you more about the music of my people, even give you the first lesson in how to play a drum.”

  Cassidy took a sip of his grandfather’s special brew of spiced whiskey and coffee. She took another sip. “I would like to hear more about your music.”

  “Good.” Yairen looked at Ranon. “Are you still here, troublemaker?”

  “Troublemaker?” Cassidy asked.

  “Bah.” Yairen waved one hand gently in front of his face. “The stories I could tell you about that one. Go on, now,” he added, pointing at Ranon. “Leave us to talk without your bothersome presence.”

  Cassidy snorted and took another, larger sip of the brew.

  *Tend to your business, grandson,* Yairen said. *The Rose will be safe here among us.*

  *Don’t tell her too many stories.* He looked at Cassidy. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

  “You promised to give me back my trunks when we got here,” Cassidy said.

  “Oh. I did, didn’t I?” This time his smile wasn’t forced. He called in her trunks and set them at the other end of the parlor.

  “See?” Yairen said, laughing. “Troublemaker.”

  An hour before sunrise, most of the First Circle gathered in a meeting room.

  Ranon had figured he would face anger. He’d figured he would face temper.

  What he faced was so much worse.

  There was a chilling blankness in Gray’s eyes, and Ranon couldn’t shake the conviction that what was under that blankness was a violence that even the Blood would find shocking. There was a smoldering fury in Shira’s eyes, and he hoped with everything in him that he wasn’t the target.

  He brushed lightly against the first of her inner barriers—and found nothing comforting.

  *My first loyalty is to the Queen, remember?* he asked her.

  She didn’t respond, but he sensed a little less tension in her. He didn’t blame her for being angry. All he’d told her was that he and Cassidy were leaving the mansion and she should inform Gray so he wouldn’t be searching for her and alarm the First Circle. Of course, Shira and Gray had assumed Cassidy would be with him when he returned.

  The other men looked a little pissed off at being summoned so early in the morning. Except Powell, who sat quietly, staring at his hands—especially at his left hand, which a Queen had broken because he cared more about people who needed food and clothes than about the Queen’s purse.

  Then Talon entered the room and put Sapphire shields around the room and a Sapphire lock on the door.

  “All right, Ranon,” Talon said. “You were very specific about who should attend this meeting—and who should not. We’re here. Now talk.”

  He heard temper that was chained—but not for long. Not if he said the wrong thing. Talon outranked all of them, had centuries of fighting experience, and had locked them all in a room with the strongest predator in Dena Nehele.

  Had locked him in a room with the strongest predator.

  “I took Cassidy to Eyota, to the boardinghouse,” Ranon said.

  Gray snarled and took a step toward him.

  Powell raised his head and stared at him.

  He didn’t want to turn his back on Talon, but Gray was the more volatile threat, so he faced the Warlord Prince who had been a friend—and might now be an enemy.

  “She was going to leave us, Gray,” he said quickly, wanting them to hear him, to know why he made this choice before someone’s temper snapped the leash. “She was going to leave all of us. When I went up to her suite to check on her, her trunks were packed. She was going back to Dharo.”

  “She wouldn’t leave without telling me,” Gray said too softly as he took another step toward Ranon. “She wouldn’t leave without me.”

  “I had to get her out of here, get her hidden so she would feel safe. I promised to come back and tell you, and I have, Gray. As soon as I got her settled at the boardinghouse, I came back. To talk to you. All of you.”

  “You should have talked to us first,” Talon growled.

  “Maybe I should have.” Ranon turned enough to address Talon and still keep track of Gray. “But she was focused on getting out of this house. I did what the Queen needed, rather than what the court required.” Sweet Darkness, please let Talon understand the difference.

  “She’s sick,” Shira said, her voice oddly hollow. “She tried to hide it, but there’s so much pain in her it’s like a poison. She knew I could feel it. That’s why she stopped coming to me for help. She didn’t want anyone sensing that pain.”

  “As Steward, I must censure Prince Ranon for not informing the Master of the Guard that he was taking the Queen away from the protection of her escorts,” Powell said quietly. “However, I also applaud the speed in which he acted on the Queen’s behalf—and on the court’s behalf. And I’m wondering if, despite the reason it came about, this might not be a good thing.”

  They all turned toward Powell.

  “How so?” Talon asked.

  Powell pulled on one earlobe. “From the day she formed her court, Cassidy has been hobbled by Theran’s resistance to every attempt she has made to be a Queen to our people. He brought her here, so we have deferred to him, letting him dictate what she could and could not do. But I, for one, would like to see what Cassidy can do as our Queen without those hobbles.”

  I’d like to see that too, Ranon thought.

  “So,” Powell said. “Are we moving the Queen’s residence to the boardinghouse? If that’s the case, some work will need to be done to some of the rooms.”

  “Is that what we’re talking about?” Archerr looked at Ranon. “A permanent move to a Shalador reserve?”

  “I don’t know,” Ranon replied, feeling the need to tread carefully. “I just wanted to get her away from Kermilla and those Dharo bastards so Cassidy could rest without having that bitch in her face every time she turned around.”

  “Why haven’t we booted Lady Kermilla out of Dena Nehele?” Shaddo asked.

  “Or buried her,” Spere said.

  “Because she’s a Queen from Kaeleer and a guest in this house,” Talon said. “And despite the pain her presence causes Cassidy, Kermilla hasn’t done anything to justify execution.”

  “However, Kermilla was involved in something that harmed Cassidy back in Dharo,” Powell said. “Something that made her feel she was less of a Queen.”

  “The whip that drives Cassie,” Gray said softly.

  “Gray?” Ranon said just as softly. The blankness faded from Gray’s eyes, replaced by a steely anger.

  “When I went up to the Keep to talk to the High Lord, he said the whip that drives Cassie was shaped before she arrived in Dena Nehele—and left scars. That’s why she drained herself too much and got hurt. She was trying to prove she could be a good Queen.”

  “I think we all have a good idea now whose hand held that whip,” Talon said, his voice rumbling like icy gravel.

  “All the more reason to keep Lady Cassidy
away from this house while Theran’s guest is in residence,” Shira said.

  Talon looked at Powell, who nodded.

  “All right,” Talon said. “We’ll go to Eyota, and we’ll go with the assumption we won’t be coming back to Grayhaven, whether we stay in that village or not. And we have to move fast.”

  “Yes,” Powell said. “It would be best if we depart before Theran realizes Cassidy is gone. And it would be best not to leave any of the court’s records behind.”

  A long beat of silence.

  “What are you saying?” Ranon asked.

  “That for a Queen who rules a small village in another Realm and is supposed to be a guest, Lady Kermilla is asking inappropriate questions about the tithes a Queen here could expect.” Powell looked at Talon, whose mouth thinned to a grim line.

  Watching the two men, Ranon wondered what else the Steward might be telling the Master of the Guard.

  “We work the same way as if we needed to make a fast move from one camp to another,” Talon said. “Grab your personal gear first. Make sure you take what you don’t want to lose. That goes for all of you. Bardric, Cayle, and Radley, you’re in charge of getting our horses and tack. Get them saddled and down to the gate. Use aural shields around their feet to keep the hooves silent.”

  “Done,” Cayle said, looking at Bardric and Radley, who both nodded.

  “Archerr. Spere. You’ll give Shira a hand packing up the Healer’s supplies.” Talon looked at the Healer. “We can’t take anything that belongs to this house, only what you’ve acquired on behalf of the court.”

  “Understood,” Shira said, getting to her feet.

  “Shaddo—”

  “The honey pears,” Gray said, breaking whatever Talon was about to say. “We aren’t leaving the honey pears with her.”

  “We can’t take them all, Gray,” Ranon said.

  A slashing look was Gray’s only response.

  “Shaddo, you give Gray a hand,” Talon said. “The honey pear that was planted in the wish pot stays here. Gray, if you’d feel easier taking the other twelve, then bring them. Ranon, once you pack your gear, you’ll give Powell a hand with the court papers.”

  “Yes, sir,” Ranon said.

  “Burne. Haele. You back up anyone who needs help. And keep watch. No reason to think the guests will be up this early, but I want the rest of you on your way before I inform Theran.”

  “You’re going to tell him?” Powell asked.

  “He’s Cassidy’s First Escort,” Talon replied. “He needs to know where his Queen is residing. And there are a few other things Prince Grayhaven needs to know.”

  They all heard the threat under the words.

  “Move,” Talon said.

  “A moment of your time, Talon,” Powell said, rising.

  “We’ll talk while you start packing.”

  The men rose and slipped out of the room, warriors breaking camp.

  Ranon waited, wanting a moment to talk to Shira, but she looked at Gray, who was lingering, and shook her head.

  *Pack up my things along with yours,* she said.

  *Is there anything private I shouldn’t touch?* Ranon asked.

  *Like personal supplies?*

  She found it amusing that a warrior who didn’t flinch when looking at the carnage of a battlefield got skittish around clean moontime supplies. He didn’t find it amusing at all.

  He winced. *I meant hourglass supplies.*

  *No,* she replied, all amusement gone. *What is private I carry with me.*

  He nodded as she left the room. Which left him alone with Gray.

  “She was really leaving?” Gray asked, his eyes full of hurt bewilderment. “Without me?”

  “She’s confused, Gray.” He couldn’t think of any other way to say it, so he said it straight out. “She thought you were going to fall in love with Kermilla.”

  Gray’s eyes widened. “Why would she think that? Did I do something?”

  Ranon shook his head. “Theran’s been making such an ass of himself, I guess Cassidy figured the rest of us were attracted to Kermilla too.”

  Gray shuddered. Ranon shared the feeling.

  “Come on,” Ranon said. “We’ve got to pack up and get out.”

  “Ranon?” Gray did a nervous shuffle from one foot to the other.

  “What?”

  “You didn’t invite her to this meeting, so which one of us is going to tell Vae?”

  “What’s on your mind, Powell?” Talon asked as soon as they were alone in the Steward’s office.

  “Were you aware that Theran has been driving Kermilla all around town, introducing her to the aristo families here and . . .” Powell cleared his throat and suddenly got busy stacking account ledgers into neat piles before vanishing them.

  “And . . . ?” Talon prodded. When Powell didn’t answer, anger began to simmer under a reluctance to understand. “He’s introduced her as the Queen?”

  “Not directly,” Powell said. “I believe he’s introduced her as a Queen from Dharo and has not corrected people who made the wrong assumption.”

  “What kind of game is he playing?” What kind of game did I allow him to play? Cassidy’s pain—and the fact that it ran so deep she’d been ready to run—was as much his fault as Theran’s.

  Powell sighed. Calling in some small slips of paper, he handed them to Talon. “Kermilla wanted to do some shopping. Theran ordered the merchants to open accounts for her since she hadn’t brought sufficient marks with her to pay for extra expenses. So she said.”

  “Which means Theran will end up paying those bills from the treasure Lia hid for the family.”

  “No, Theran told the merchants all of Kermilla’s expenses would be covered by the town’s tithe to the Queen.”

  “What?”

  “Kermilla spent more in a day than Cassidy spent in all the weeks she’s been here.” Powell paused. “The merchants wanted confirmation that they could deduct Kermilla’s purchases from the tithe. I told them I would let them know as soon as I had a chance to discuss this with the Queen. The merchants who remained in Grayhaven are well aware of the dangers of dealing with a Queen. By not giving immediate confirmation, I’ve warned them to be wary of further transactions.”

  Talon prowled the room for several minutes while Powell packed up the maps he’d been gathering for Cassidy.

  “We’ll concede the town of Grayhaven,” Talon said. “Theran can have fifty percent of the tithe to use as he pleases. The other half goes to the treasury to pay the guards’ wages and maintain the town. I’ll clear it with Cassidy, but I’ll ask her to accept my decision and give up that much.”

  “In exchange for what?” Powell asked.

  Talon shook his head. In exchange for nothing. At least, nothing he was willing to discuss with Powell.

  He felt a respectful tap on his first inner barrier. “Ranon is on his way down. The boy cleared out his room fast.”

  “He wants to be gone.” Powell rubbed his left hand. “So do I.”

  Talon sighed. “I raised Theran, taught him as best I could. Tried to hold on to the Old Ways even when I could feel them slipping away with each generation. I fought to keep him safe. I killed to keep him safe. You don’t know how much it hurts to see him giving himself to Kermilla. I can’t decide if protecting him from the twisted Queens all his life has made him blind to the kind of woman Kermilla is, or if he senses that something isn’t right but is defending her because he can’t admit he might be wrong about her. I can’t decide—but tonight I’m wondering if men wasted their lives by defending the Grayhaven bloodline.”

  He shook his head and raised a hand, indicating he didn’t want a response.

  A moment later, Ranon walked into the room—and Talon walked out.

  CHAPTER 11

  TERREILLE

  *Talon,* Cayle said. *We’ve got the horses loaded in the livestock Coach. Haele and Burne are at the station. Everyone else is gone.*

  *Then go,* Talon replied. *I’m last
man out.*

  *See you in Eyota.*

  *Yes, you will. May the Darkness embrace you.*

  Standing outside the Grayhaven mansion, Talon watched the sun rise—and felt the light begin to drain the power from his demon-dead flesh. Smarter to stay here until sundown, but once he delivered his message, it would be best for all of them if he left. He’d need fresh human blood, not yarbarah, by the time he reached Eyota, but now he knew how to ask for it without feeling shame for what he was taking from the living.

  He walked the hallways, delaying the moment when he would reach the family wing. Servants were already stirring. Dryden and Elle would be in the kitchen with Maydra, having a simple breakfast while the three reviewed the day’s schedule. Birdie, who mostly looked after the rooms of the Queen, Steward, and Healer, gave him a sleepy smile as she passed him in a hallway. She was shy as a rabbit when she first came to work here a few weeks ago, but was getting braver because the Queen she served treated her with respect.

  “Birdie,” he called before she disappeared around a corner.

  “Prince Talon?” She returned, looking uncertain since he’d never asked her for anything before.

  He called in a half sheet of paper and the stub of a pencil, and wrote, “The Queen’s residence has moved to Eyota, a village in the eastern Shalador reserve.”

  He folded the paper into quarters and handed it to her. “Give that to Dryden.”

  “Yes, sir.” Birdie started to leave, then hesitated. “Sir? Do you think Maydra should make up a tray for Lady Cassidy? The Lady’s stomach has been a mite tender, and maybe a peaceful breakfast would help.”

  A stab of guilt. The Warlords and Warlord Princes who had lived in the Tamanara Mountains had swept into villages to get supplies, visit friends and family, and hunt down the men who willingly served the Queens they viewed as enemies. Then they swept out again, back to their guarded camps in the mountains, leaving the villagers behind to endure the Queen’s grace.

  What would being at Kermilla’s beck and call do to a girl like Birdie?

  “Lady Cassidy won’t need a tray this morning,” he said. “Don’t forget to give that to Dryden.”