“Council meets unobserved. Such is the law.”
“The Queen attended.”
“Of course.”
“Then shall I.”
“No.” Mar turned away.
“I’m heir!”
“I’m appointed regent and attend in your place.” I tried to shoulder past; he thrust me back.
“When will I be crowned?”
“If you’d leave us to our meet I could tell you. Roddy, what’s come over you? Look at yourself: sweaty, your hair awry, hollering like a field hand’s whore! And you would instruct Council to make you King? Brush the dust from your clothes, and go to your chamber!”
Had I my blade I’d have slashed his throat. I said, “What mischief do you work? Why are your troops—”
“Business you’re not man enough to attempt.” His contempt was unsheathed.
Not man enough? My voice betrayed my rage. “Where’s Pytor?”
“Unharmed. Where is Elryc?”
“How should I know? Try his room.” I made sure my face showed nothing. “Let me talk to Pytor.”
“Of course. As soon as the rituals are done.”
“Where is he, damn you?”
Mar’s eyes were drawn daggers. “Sent to Verein. We decided it was best he be raised quietly, away from commotion.”
“You imprisoned a—a little boy?”
“Nonsense. He’s free as you or I. The funeral has only upset him; he needs a time away—”
“He needs Hester!”
“We have our nurse, who’s raised my sons. Your Hester’s too old and feeble.”
“She is not!” How did I come to be defending Mother’s vengeful crone? “She’s all he has!”
“No longer. Elryc too will find a home with us.”
“How dare you take the princes of Caledon!”
“Enough.” He addressed Fostrow. “Don’t harm him, but keep him out of earshot; I won’t have the meet disrupted. Roddy, you’re overwrought. Go to the well, rinse your head in cold water, sit until you calm yourself.”
“If I ride to Verein, will they let me in?”
“You’re not to leave the castle grounds. I’ve informed the guard.”
“I am King!”
“You are heir. The crown comes when you’re of age. No, hear me out! Elena let you run wild like a peasant’s runt, but I won’t have it. You’ll find your own discipline, boy, or by Lord of Nature you’ll know mine! Baron Stire, take him out!’
Stern fingers closed round my arm. Uncle Mar strode into Council without a backward glance.
Chapter 5
TWISTING FREE OF THE UBIQUITOUS hands, I stomped outside to the chill sunset, snatched up a handful of gravel, flung it at the great oaken doors.
“M’lord?”
I whirled, wiping my eyes. Genard, the stableboy.
“I been lookin’ for you.”
“Where’s Rustin?”
“He said, tell Prince Rodrigo I can’t come today.”
“He what?” My world reeled.
“I hadda talk through the small window; the gate ’cross the road was closed. Isn’t it left open most of the time?”
“What else did he say?”
“Nothin’, m’lord. He had a guard give me a coi—well, he tol’ me be sure you got the message at once. ‘Sorry, I can’t come today.’ That’s all.”
“Hurl him into the seventh lake of fire!”
The stableboy made a hex, for protection. “May I go now, m’lord? Griswold says I’m to—”
“Go.”
Still, he hesitated. “Sire, please, don’ send me on your errands, down hill an’ all. I look after horses, and wheel dung carts to the fields. What’s between lords isn’t my ken.”
I shook him. “You’ll do what a noble of this House commands! Begone!” He scurried off.
Uncle Mar would treat me as a child, and I couldn’t prevent it. Now, even a stableboy defied me. In as foul a temper as I could recall I climbed the ramparts, made sure no one was looking, ascended the high tower. “Elryc?”
Behind the barrels, no one.
“Where are you, brat of Caledon?” I peered out the door to the empty deck. “If you’ve run off to play, I’ll throw you off the cursed wall!”
“Here.” I whirled; saw nothing until the lid of a barrel moved. “Help me out.”
“What in blazes are you doing?”
“It was safer, in case they made you tell.” He rolled onto the floor, brushed himself clean as he stood. A glance at my empty hands. “Roddy, I haven’t had a bite since—” His eyes darted to the bench, to my empty hands. “You forgot?” His voice rose to a piercing squeak.
“I’m sorry.”
“You gorged yourself, and didn’t even bring me an apple?”
“I couldn’t. Since I left I’ve been—” No use; a tear rolled down his cheek. “Oh, stop, Elryc, I’ll get you a meal.”
He slumped on the bench, crestfallen. “How could you? Do I mean nothing?”
“They took Pytor to Verein.”
He gulped. “Uncle Mar’s castle?”
“I asked to ride to him, and was forbidden.”
“What will they do to him?”
“You’re to be sent also, as soon as they find you.”
“Roddy, protect me.” He sidled close, sniffling, and rubbed his cheek softly on my shoulder. “I’m sorry I snarled about the food, I’m so afraid, I didn’t mean it.”
Before thought intervened, my arms snaked round, wrapped him tight. “Of course I will.”
“They’ll kill me! I’ll be good, Roddy, I won’t ever make fun of—”
Lord of Nature. What was I, that made even my own brother cower? “Stop!” I covered his mouth. “I won’t let them take you.”
“We’ll have to hide.” He shivered. “The nights get cold; I’ll need blankets. Water, and ...” He looked apologetic. “Food.”
I forced my brain to a canter. “We can’t keep you here; sooner or later they’ll search.”
“If I show myself ...”
“I know. Very well, stay here the night. I’ll be back with dinner and blankets. By morning I’ll know where to hide you. Rust can—” I bit off my words.
He buried his face in my arm. “How would they kill me, Roddy? A knife in the heart? Poison?”
My chest tightened. “Nobody will hurt you.”
“Aggh, what if they cut my throat?” He retched, brought up naught but bile. When he turned back, his eyes were wild. “Mother warned us he might—Roddy, help me escape! Can we get our horses before—Do you think Pytor’s already dead? Will they throw me in a ditch?”
I cuffed him, lightly, but enough so his words ceased to tumble. “Get hold of yourself! I’ll protect you.”
“But you’ll be angry with me; I can’t help saying what—”
“Elryc.” I managed to keep my voice steady. “Look at me. No, stop darting; look into my eyes.”
I waited until he complied.
“Elryc of Caledon, Prince and brother. I shall protect thee from this evil. Nor Uncle Mar nor his minions shall harm thee while I draw breath. By the Power I would wield, by the crown I would don, I tell thee so in Truth!”
“Roddy.” He fell into my arms, trembling.
Later, making ready for bed, I considered what I’d done. In a moment of weakness, of foolish pity, I’d committed myself to the cause of my brother. Were I to betray him now, virgin or no, I could not ever take up my Power. And given my enemies and rivals for the crown, without the Still, I could not hold Caledon.
I felt sick.
I’d sworn utter loyalty to this boy, and hadn’t thought to demand he swear the same to me.
By the time I woke, the candle had burned below the ninth hour. I threw on my clothes, hopped to the door while fastening my boot, and loped down the stairs. In the kitchen, I managed to swipe half a loaf of bread soaked in bacon fat, and stuffed my eggs within. Shortly after, I climbed the tower.
“First light, hah!” Elryc
rubbed his eyes. “For hours I’ve been worrying you were seized.” He snatched the rough cloth napkin in which I’d wrapped the food. “Eggs within bread? Are you crazed? And no water to wash with, or even to drink? Is dilute wine all you brought?”
“I’ll do better next meal.” My tone was sour.
“I hope so.” He tore off a huge chunk of bread, and silenced himself with it.
When he’d wolfed the last of his food we sat together behind the stacked barrels.
“Roddy, I can’t stay here another night.”
“I know. It’s a nuisance bringing you—”
“I’m cold and miserable, and they’ll search the walls sooner or later.”
“That too. Right now I’m going to the keep, to see why Rust abandoned us. I’ll try to be back by midday, but you’ve apples left.” I left him grumbling, and went to the stables.
I could have had the boy summon the stablemaster, but chose instead to wander through the fly-infested stalls to the leather shop behind, where the old man was examining harness. I spoke with care, anxious not to provoke a new confrontation. “Griswold, I need a horse, if one is ready.”
A glint of what might have been humor. “Well said, my lord. But where do you ride?”
I bristled. “Is that concern of yours?”
He spoke softly. “They say the gate’s closed to you unless you’ve gained Mar’s leave.” The old man’s face hid his thoughts.
So, Uncle Mar had been serious about confining me to the castle grounds. Imps take me, I would not beg for leave like a mere child. I gave Griswold a curt nod. Then, thinking better, I leaned over the pommel, put my mouth close to his ear. “Thank you for the counsel.”
I stalked off. Rustin would arrive this morning. Surely he must.
But he did not.
As the day lengthened, my rage grew sharper. How dare Rustin abandon his liege lord? How was I to take Elryc his meals, clothes, a chamber pot? How could I move him to safety? Everyone knew his face, as they did mine.
Dinner hour neared, and I grew more frantic. My calves ached from walking about. Needing a place to think, I slipped into the stables.
Within, all was dust, as Genard wielded a tall straw broom with manic haste. “Hey, boy!” I coughed. “Set it down, before you choke us both!”
“Sorry, m’lord.” He grinned. “There’s always dirt and dust in a stable. You wouldn’t know, living up high.”
Intimacy, from an urchin in torn soiled shirt and outgrown breeches? How dare he speak to me? His station was as far below mine as—as his filthy jerkin was to my cloak.
I turned on my heel, strode two paces, stopped as if I’d run into a wall. Would it work? Just possibly. “You. Garror.”
“Genard.”
“Whatever. Come close.” I looked him over. “How many shirts have you?”
“I can’t help it, Griswold made me clean it new-moon-day last, and I haven’t had time since—”
“Have you another?” I made my voice stern.
“Aye, but it’s small, and besides I save it for the Rites, when—”
“And breeches?”
He looked down, fingered a ragged hole. “The other pair’s worse than these. I’m sorry.”
I opened my tiepurse, fished out half a dozen coppers. “I want the loan of your worse breeks, and the shirt you wear. Be quick, before I—be quick.”
The unexpected treasure disappeared into his shirt. “Aye, sir.” In one lithe motion he stripped off his rank shirt, thrust it into my hand, dropped the broom. “It won’t take me long!” He vanished, half-bare.
He returned a moment later, redressed, bearing breeches I would have tossed out the window rather than don. I took them between two fingers.
“What do you need them for, sir?”
I glowered. “For matters beyond you.”
“’Cause everyone’s short-tempered now, what with their search for Elryc. Master Griswold might ask why I wear my best shirt, and if he gives me the stick, five more coppers would keep me silent.”
I fixed him with a steely eye. “Shall I turn you into a toad, after I’m crowned? I’ll have the Power then. No, I have a better idea. A dung beetle!”
His look was one of awe. “Can the Still do that?” No, of course not. But, searching my face, he found something that subdued him. “Forget it, m’lord.” He backed away. “Not a word. I won’t ...” He was at the door.
“Stop.” Never had I sounded so imperious. “Finish your sweeping. Where’s Griswold? If I come back and find you not here, you’ll live henceforth as a beetle!”
Moments later I was in the shoeing room, waiting politely for Griswold to finish his words with the smith. When I got him aside I said casually, “I told one of Llewelyn’s stableboys he might stay here for a while.”
Griswold’s eyebrow raised, and I could see what he supposed. I flushed. Were I not constrained by need of the Still, no one would think me unmanly, and in need of the solace of boys.
Doggedly, I went on. “Your lad sleeps in the loft, I suppose? Would you let this other stay with him, and no need to mention him to the household?”
Griswold’s tone was carefully flat. “Very well. I’ll put your, uh, friend to work, of course.”
“As you wish. The thing is, Uncle—the Duke Margenthar—is rather put out with me of late, and—”
“I won’t go out of my way to call his attention.”
Thanking him, I rounded up the stableboy, bade him follow me to the battlement, and wait at the foot of the winding stone steps. Before I left I took pains to discuss with him the short life and limited menu of a dung beetle.
Above, Elryc was aghast at the garb I tendered him. “Me? That?”
It took some persuasion before I had his good garments off him, and the others on. He held his arms away from his sides, as if afraid of his own touch. He said only, “Laugh at me and you’ll rue it!”
I doubt he knew the effort it took to keep a straight face. I ruffled his hair to make it unkempt, bent to the deck, rubbed my hand in dust, wiped it on his face. “Come along. No, you idiot, don’t walk like you own the place. Shamble. And stop limping!”
“The gravel hurts! I need my boots.”
“Boys of your station have no boots.” I led him down the stairs. The stableboy’s eyes widened. “Garron, this is, um, Rendall, from Llewelyn’s house. Griswold said he’s to sleep in the loft.”
“Him? But he’s—”
“Shall I feed you some horse droppings, to introduce you to a beetle’s life?”
“Urk.” He shook his head vehemently.
“Rendall, go directly to the stable, stay inside. Garror here will find some dinner.”
“Genard, m’lord!”
I eyed the long open walk to the stable. “I’ll go ahead; you two follow, making fun of my walk and jabbing each other in the ribs. Carry on like the idiots you are.”
“M’lord, I’m not—”
“Bottle it.” I strode off, trying to keep my pace slow enough so as not to attract undue notice.
When dark fell, I dropped with weary relief into my bed, but barely had off my shirt when a sharp knock rattled the door. A servant summoned me to my uncle. Furious, I struggled back into my jerkin.
Uncle Mar paced his spacious anteroom, in the flickering candlelight. “Roddy, a serious matter.”
“I hope so. I was just getting to sleep.”
“Where is your brother?”
My lip curled. “You should know. Crying his heart out, in your imp-cursed castle of Verein.”
“I speak of Elryc!”
“Ask Hester. It’s a struggle to rid myself of his company.” I held Uncle’s eyes. So far, I’d told no untruth. “Why should I bother myself where he plays?”
“A night and day he’s been gone. Has someone taken him? My responsibility as regent—”
“You look after the crown. I’ll worry about my brother.” I could have bitten out my tongue, for the saying of it. I had no choice but to brazen it ou
t. “If he’s gone, so much the better. Think ye that I want a rival so near at hand, that those who dislike my inheritance may think to alter it in his favor?”
“You had no such fears about Pytor, when you came charging into Council.”
“Pytor’s our pet, and not cunning. Elryc is too smart, and cold. If you find him dead, be not too sure that my hand didn’t grasp the blade!”
“Nonsense. You two have been close.”
“While Mother lived.” I chose my words with care. “Hers was the power to Renounce.”
“Ah, a schemer.” His tone was sardonic. “And you call Elryc cold.”
I shrugged. “Right now, I’m tired. I’d like to go to bed.”
“In a moment. Answer me True, Prince Rodrigo. By the Power you would wield, do you know where Elryc is?”
I’d left him in the stables. But crossing the courtyard, he and Genard had danced after me like fools at a festival, and seemed friends when I’d left. After working hours, the stableboy was free to go where he wished. Perhaps Elryc was with him.
I looked Margenthar straight in the eye. “I do not know where Elryc my brother is. I tell you True.” I tried to breathe normally.
He seemed disappointed. “Very well, you may go.”
What colossal gall; dismissing me so. Did he think I was some cringing menial?
“We thank our gracious regent.” My tone was at its most formal. I tried an airy wave, but it didn’t quite come off. I’d have to practice.
Back in my chamber I peeled off my damp clothes, crawled gratefully into bed. I’d gotten away with it, as far as my uncle was concerned, but had I squandered the Still by prevarication? I closed my eyes, laid my palms flat against my stomach, pretending my body was the stillsilver of the Still. How would it respond, when came the time?
If Elryc was in the stable, had I lied? What if he was with Garmond, on some boyish prank? Had I told True, in that case? On the other hand, was Elryc so stupid, as to risk all for a lark? If he were caught and forced to tell how he’d been hidden, I was undone.
Elryc’s danger, the problems of my coronation, could wait until morning. I thought briefly of Mother, wished I’d listened more closely to her warnings, and fell into sleep.
In the middle of the black night there came a hammering and caterwauling at my door such as I’d never heard. “Open, in the name of the Duke! At once, Rodrigo!”
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