Competitions

by Sharon Green

  “Nobody’s sayin’,” Holter denied with a headshake. “M’friend’s tryin’ t’find out, but prob’ly she ain’t gonna get very far. All she culd tell me wus that th’ gold’s been agin us all along.”

  “Which might or might not mean somethin’,” Vallant acknowledged as he nodded. “I’ll tell the others, and if we come up with any ideas I’ll pass them along. How do I get in touch with you?”

  Holter gave him an address which meant nothing to Vallant, but he memorized it with the hope that Tamrissa would know where it was. Then Holter added, “I’ll ask m’friend t’see if’n she c’n get th’ other addresses. Meanwhile we gotta keep in touch.”

  “If you don’t hear from me in two or three days, see if you can sneak back for a visit,” Vallant said, again agreeing. “But don’t let any of the servants see you. Some of them have got to be watchin’ us for the testin’ authority—but you already know that. Just take care of yourself, and don’t let Drowd get to you. Chances are he didn’t pass the sort of tests the rest of us did.”

  “I mean t’say thet durin’ breakfast t’morra,” Holter replied with a grin. “Th’ sonuvabitch awready got t’me, an’ now it’s my turn. You take care, you an’ th’ others.”

  Vallant simply nodded in an effort to ease the man’s very obvious embarrassment, as though there were anything wrong with being concerned about people you liked. Holter matched his nod and then left, clearly reluctant to return to his new group but having no choice in the matter. Vallant had almost offered to trade places with him, but there was no sense in disturbing the man even more. The testing authority would never allow them to switch places, even though Vallant wouldn’t have minded in the least.

  Or at least wouldn’t have minded much. His mood wasn’t likely to lighten no matter what he did, so there was no sense in not helping out a friend. Ah well, it would probably all be over soon for all of them…

  Vallant waited another moment before following Holter out, having no more use for the facilities than the smaller man had. If that servant had known Vallant’s talent was Water magic, he would certainly have wondered why Vallant needed to go to the facilities. Simply knowing where they were would have been enough, but some Water magic users were too fastidious to relieve themselves the easy way. He could always have claimed to be that sort…

  Taking a deep breath before stepping back into the ballroom didn’t help, but Vallant did it anyway. All he wanted to know at the moment was when they’d be allowed to leave. He wanted out of there, even if it meant leaving the ladies behind. Neither of them really needed him, especially not that particular lady, so there was no reason to feel reluctant. No, he would not be abandoning her—them, not in the least…

  * * *

  Delin saw Kambil making his way back to the group, and it was fairly clear where the man had been. A touch of annoyance fleeted through his mind at having been disobeyed, but maybe Kambil had had a reason to approach Mardimil sooner than he’d been told to. Delin would wait to hear what Kambil had to say before pointing out the man’s error.

  “Well, my part of it is finished,” Kambil said once he stopped beside Delin. “Mardimil has changed since I knew him last, and he actually figured out what I was doing. Needless to say, he parted with no information beyond the contention that the commoners have been treating him extremely well.”

  “As if we believe that,” Delin returned with a sound of ridicule. “But possibly you would have gotten a bit farther if you’d waited until later to approach Mardimil. As I suggested earlier.”

  “I thought the same at first, but a moment’s consideration changed my mind,” Kambil countered with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I approached him to begin with because of the unstable state of mind he happened to be in, but it turned out to be something other than a general instability. Generally he’s gained a remarkable amount of self control, and that ridiculous stuffiness he always used to show has disappeared entirely. After speaking with him, I’m sorry we can’t find a way to make him a member of our group.”

  “I find it hard to believe that the man has changed so much,” Delin said with a frown, partially diverted from his annoyance. “His attitude of superiority used to be unbearable, especially since there was nothing to base it on. You believe he would do more for our efforts than Selendi could?”

  “There’s no doubt about it,” Kambil said, his nod very certain. “I had the impression that ‘good enough’ would never satisfy him the way it does her, and he could very well be stronger. I wonder if there’s any way we could have him transferred to us that wouldn’t arouse everyone’s suspicions. Seeing him just thrown away disturbs my habit of avoiding waste.”

  “I’ll think about the problem and let you know,” Delin promised, then the last of what Kambil had said really came through. “But what did you mean about him being wasted? Being part of a challenging Blending isn’t quite the same as being thrown away.”

  “In this instance it is,” Kambil disagreed, gesturing behind himself. “Didn’t you see who will be facing Mardimil’s group first? I missed the point myself to begin with, but his turning me down made me think about it. It seems that the testing authority is taking no chances with the second strongest group of commoners.”

  Delin followed the gesture to see the group in gold and blue, but for a moment the sight meant nothing. Then he noticed that most of the group’s members were women, and that meant—

  “It’s Adriari’s group,” Delin blurted, surprised in spite of himself. “They’re putting Mardimil’s group up against their pet Blending!”

  “Which means the poor sods can’t possibly get past the very first competition,” Kambil agreed, also turning to study Adriari’s group. “The authority can’t be counting on an honest win, not with the opponents chosen for them, so they’ll be using their unmentioned edge. If Mardimil stays in that group, he’ll go down with the rest of them.”

  Delin nodded, knowing Kambil spoke nothing but the truth, which probably meant there would turn out to be no possible way to shake Mardimil loose. The authority had everything arranged, and they really hated having their arrangements disturbed … unfortunately for that predoomed group…

  CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

  “I … think I’m impressed,” Rion heard Tamrissa say, the darkness in the coach keeping him from seeing her as well. “The palace has always been the one place in Gan Garee that my father and his friends could never gain access to no matter how much gold they accumulated, but I’m almost there. And it looks so … so…”

  “Big,” Jovvi finished for her in a gently amused voice. “Palaces are supposed to be big, I’m told, so I try not to let myself get carried away with awe. But if you feel you have to be impressed, go ahead and do it. Just try not to forget what we have to do tonight.”

  “How can I forget?” Tamrissa returned ruefully. “It was partially my idea. But to be honest, I still don’t understand why I suggested that we try to get in touch with the other entrants. Even if we do, how will that change anything?”

  “We won’t know until we’ve done it,” Jovvi pointed out, the gentleness firming. “Exchanging information can’t possibly hurt, and on the plus side it’s something the testing authority doesn’t want us to do. It would be worth trying for that reason alone.”

  “If you say so,” Tamrissa agreed with a sigh, sounding even more depressed than Rion himself felt. “But right now I’d like to ask—Rion, have you ever been here to the palace before?”

  “Once or twice, many years ago,” Rion answered after the briefest hesitation. “Mother does happen to know some of the Blending, but exactly what the relationship is, I have no idea.”

  And whatever it is, Rion thought, it wasn’t enough to keep someone from having him put in with a low class group of applicants. He’d done a lot of thinking during the hours just past, and he’d come to the inarguable conclusion that he could well lose Naran because of that fact. If he were still in his proper position he could hire people to search for
her, as it was a virtual certainty that his peer equals involved in the competitions had not been cut off from their personal funds. But he had been, and the piddling few pieces of gold allowed him were all but useless.

  Rion couldn’t yet see the palace from where he sat in the coach opposite Jovvi and Tamrissa, and was in no mood to turn around and look. The fact was that he would have stayed at the residence if that had been possible, partially in the hope that Naran would get in touch with him again. For the rest, he felt a great reluctance to be in a place where he just might run into someone he knew. His feelings of helplessness put him at a great disadvantage, but he would never again be the innocent fool he once was. If someone he knew came over to play the game of bait-the-victim, he’d probably cause a scene.

  The ladies continued on with occasional comments, but happily none were directed at him. He’d volunteered to be the one to accompany them in their coach as he’d really had no stomach to keep up his corner of a conversation with the other men. He was there in case the other coach was somehow delayed, as having two ladies arrive at the palace unescorted was unthinkable. None of them had known that, of course, not having had experience with the palace before this. Protocols were incredibly inflexible, and the ladies would have been left standing on the approach despite their invitations if they had arrived unescorted.

  Rion and the other men hadn’t told the ladies that, however, as there had been enough disturbance in everyone’s mind without that point. Where only a short while ago they had all been members of a closeknit group, now they’d somehow withdrawn into their individual selves. Jovvi, apparently the only one left with any sort of enthusiasm for continuing on, had somehow gotten them all to agree to try to reach members of the other groups. Rion had agreed as well and would keep his word to make the attempt, but it remained to be seen how successful it would be.

  All too soon their coach pulled up to the near approach, so Rion got out and turned to help the ladies. Behind him the palace blazed with the multicolored light of a hundred lanterns, and others could be seen arriving in coaches and carriages. All of them were costumed and masked just as Rion and the others were, but not in the same costumes and masks. Jovvi had been quite correct to say that they’d been marked for some purpose, and that fact simply added to Rion’s depression.

  The ladies held Rion’s arms as they all strolled up the approach toward the main entrance, Ro and Coll following right behind. Their coach hadn’t been delayed by anything after all, so the group would be able to enter as a group. Those who stood about the approach and on the verandah talking or waiting for friends stared at them, then began to exchange low-voiced, excited comments.

  “Isn’t it nice that so many people are impressed by our arrival?” Jovvi murmured. “After a single look they know exactly who we are, and they’re very impressed. Now why would people like them be impressed by a group which has ‘won’ only a single, low-level competition?”

  “Possibly because they know something that we supposedly don’t?” Tamrissa murmured in answer from Rion’s other side. “Like the fact that we’ll be competing in more than that single, low-level competition? Why do they know all about it while nothing has been said to us?”

  “They’re all members of the nobility,” Rion supplied, knowing it for a fact. “Apparently word has spread about our status, so they may make a general announcement tonight. Or not, just as it pleases them.”

  “I should mention that they’re also faintly afraid of us,” Jovvi said, much more soberly. “I wonder if they’ll be just as afraid of our noble counterparts.”

  “Probably not,” Rion told her when Tamrissa failed to venture an opinion. “Our counterparts will be considered civilized human beings and known quantities, while we…”

  “Are neither,” Jovvi finished with a nod when Rion let the sentence trail off. “Yes, I quite understand.”

  Rion was certain she did, but not quite as thoroughly as he did himself. She hadn’t grown up among these people, or at least on the fringes of them while being taught the same values…

  “Look who’s waiting for someone just inside the entrance,” Tamrissa said as they mounted the stairs to the verandah. “And without a mask, to be certain we recognize her.”

  “Lady Eltrina Razas,” Jovvi supplied with distaste. “At least she’s delighted to see us. Not a trace of fear in the woman, unless it’s due to the possibility of someone showing up in the same costume. But that’s hardly likely, considering the number of roses outlined in sequins on her skirt and bodice. There couldn’t be enough roses left in the empire to do a second costume like that.”

  Tamrissa giggled over the comment, and even Rion was forced to smile. He disliked Lady Eltrina even more than they did, although the disparaging comment about her costume would have been laughed at by the woman. She’d obviously spent a fortune having it made, and that would be all that concerned her.

  “Yes, let that group through, they’re my people and expected,” Lady Eltrina was saying to the guardsmen on duty as they reached the huge, double-doored entrance. “I’ll take charge of them, and show them where to go.”

  The head guardsman nodded and spoke softly to his men, so no properly engraved invitation was demanded of them. Those guests at the entrance before them stepped aside to allow them through, and Lady Eltrina gave them a wide, pleased smile.

  “You’re right on time,” she told them approvingly. “Just follow me, and I’ll show you to the ballroom.”

  She turned and moved off then, sailing along without turning back even once, and Jovvi murmured, “I wonder how she recognized us. We are wearing masks, after all. No, Rion, let’s not hurry after her.”

  Rion discovered that he’d unconsciously begun to increase his pace to match Lady Eltrina’s, and was therefore glad that Jovvi had brought it to his attention. Hurrying in that woman’s wake was the last thing he wanted to do, even if it ruined Lady Eltrina’s good mood. Especially if it ruined her mood.

  So they strolled up the central hall as though they really belonged there, with both Jovvi and Tamrissa looking around at the uninterrupted carvings on the marble walls twenty feet to either side of them. The ceiling was carved as well, Rion knew, but it was really too far above them to be easily seen at night. Jovvi looked at everything with only moderate interest, but Rion was amused to see that Tamrissa all but gaped. She was such an innocent child, to be impressed with her surroundings like this. She would certainly learn better eventually, but for now it was kinder to allow her the innocence.

  Eltrina eventually discovered that they weren’t right behind her, and her annoyance was clear when they finally caught up. She’d stopped at the entrance to an enormous ballroom, which seemed nevertheless to be well filled with people. They could hear music playing and see that some people were dancing—at least until Eltrina blocked their view.

  “Now isn’t the time to go sightseeing,” she lectured, looking at Jovvi and Tamrissa sternly. “I have to get you settled inside, as there are other things I must do. Please try to keep up this time.”

  Once Eltrina turned away to continue on into the ballroom, Rion exchanged an amused glance with Jovvi. It had felt good to annoy the testing authority representative, but it proved impossible to repeat the performance. There were too many people standing about for Eltrina to resume her sailing stride, and in order to keep from following closely, they would have had to stop walking altogether.

  Eltrina led them a good quarter of the way around the extremely large room, having moved to the right once they were all inside. They were only a couple of steps behind her when she stopped and turned to them again, at the same time gesturing to a nearby servant.

  “I’m going to assign this servant to fetch whatever you may want in the way of refreshment,” she said, addressing all five of them. “You are not to move from this spot unless I return and tell you to, or the consequences will be much more serious than you can imagine. When the Blending decides it’s ready to have you introduced to them, t
hey won’t be amused to get here to discover that you’ve wandered off. Do you all understand what I’m saying?”

  “You may not think so, ma’am, but we are used to speakin’ and hearin’ the language,” Ro told her in a drawl. “But if you still doubt that, you could start lookin’ around for an interpreter.”

  “An excellent suggestion, Dom Ro,” the woman returned immediately, a faint blush in her cheeks. “The only problem is, I’d never find one in this particular crowd. I’ll be back to check on you all in just a little while.”

  With that she swept away, leaving a group of grimly satisfied people. Despite the masks, Rion could tell that the others had enjoyed Ro’s comments just as much as he had.

  “This turns out to be a rather interesting place for her to have left us,” Coll commented in a voice too low to reach the servant who now hovered just a short distance away. “Am I mistaken, or are those people down there wearing almost the same costume we are? Their sequined parts are also silver, but the rest is yellow. And all the way beyond them—is that a group wearing silver and brown?”

  “I think I also see silver and green all the way down near the far doors,” Ro put in, confirming Coll’s observations. “That makes four groups of us, so unless we just aren’t seein’ one, there’s a group missin’.”

  “That could be the ‘business’ Eltrina talked about,” Jovvi murmured. “Meeting the last group of us to arrive. But that’s not the only interesting thing about our position. Has anyone yet glanced across the room?”

  Rion did his glancing in the same casual way the others accomplished it, but he couldn’t hold back a faint sound of disgust.

  “That group across the way is wearing gold and blue, and down a bit to the right is one in gold and yellow,” he said. “Apparently we’ve been positioned for the benefit of our noble counterparts.”

  “I’m sure it’s nothin’ but an accident,” Ro said after making the same sound Rion had. “But isn’t this a little too obvious even for those fools at the testin’ authority? How are we supposed to miss seein’ that we’re here for them to look over?”