by Anne Bishop
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"The wilderness is always dangerous, Lady," Lord Jorval said smoothly. "You were warned to take extra precautions. "
"Precautions!" The Queen quivered in outrage. "You said these beasts, these so-called kindred had a bit of magic. "
"They do. "
"That wasn't just a bit of magic they were using. That was Craft!"
"No, no. Only the human races are Blood, and only the Blood has the power to use Craft. " Lord Jorval looked soulfully at the Council members seated on either side of the large chamber. "But, perhaps, since we know so little about them, we were not fully aware of the extent of this animal magic. It may be that the only way our Terreillean Brothers and Sisters will be able to secure the land granted to them is if the Kaeleer Queens they're serving are willing to send in their own warriors to clear out these infestations. "
And every Queen who sent assistance would expect a higher percentage of the profit from the conquered land, Magstrom thought sourly. He was about to antagonize the
rest of the Council—again—by reminding the members that the Dark Council had been formed to act as arbitrators to prevent wars, not to provoke them. Before he could speak, a midnight voice filled the Council chamber.
"Infestations?" Jaenelle Angelline strode toward the Tribunal's bench and stopped just outside the petitioner's circle, flanked by the High Lord and Lucivar Yaslana. "Those infestations you speak of, Lord Jorval, are kindred. They are Blood. They have every right to defend themselves and their land against an invading force. "
"We're not invading!" the petitioning Queen snapped. "We went in to settle the unclaimed land that was granted to us by the Dark Council. "
"It's not unclaimed," Jaenelle snarled. "It's kindred Territories. "
"Ladies. " Lord Jorval had to raise his voice to be heard over the muttering of Council members and petitioners. "Ladies!" When the Council and the petitioners subsided, Lord Jorval smiled at Jaenelle. "Lady Angelline, while it's always a pleasure to see you, I must ask that you not disrupt a Council meeting. If there is something you wish to bring before the Council, you must wait until the petitioners who have already requested an audience have been heard. "
"If all the petitioners have the same complaint, I can save the Council a great deal of time," Jaenelle replied coldly. "Kindred Territories are not unclaimed land. The Blood have ruled there for thousands of years. The Blood still rule there. "
"While it pains me to disagree," Lord Jorval said gently, "there are no Blood in these 'kindred territories. ' The Council has studied this matter most diligently and has reached the conclusion that, while these animals may be thought of as 'magical cousins,' they are not Blood. One must be human to be Blood. And this Council was formed to deal with the Blood's concerns, the Blood's rights. "
"Then what are the centaurs? What are the satyrs? Half-human with half rights?" No one answered. "I see," Jaenelle said too softly.
Lord Magstrom's mouth felt parched. His tongue felt shriveled. Did no one else remember what had happened the last time Jaenelle Angelline had stood before the Council?
"Once the Blood are established in these Territories, they will look after the kindred. Any disagreements can then be brought to the Council by the human representatives for those Territories. "
"You're saying that the kindred require a human representative before they're entitled to any consideration or any rights?"
"Precisely," Lord Jorval said, smiling.
"In that case,I am the kindred's human representative. "
Lord Magstrom suddenly felt as if a trap had been sprung. Lord Jorval was still smiling, still looked benign, but Magstrom had worked with him enough to recognize the subtle, underlying cruelty in the man.
"Unfortunately, that isn't possible," Lord Jorval said. "This Lady's claim may be under dispute"—he nodded at the petitioning Queen—"but you have no claim whatsoever. You don't rule these Territories. Your rights are not being infringed upon. And since neither you nor yours are affected by this, you have no justifiable complaint. I must ask you now to leave the Council chambers. "
Lord Magstrom shuddered at the blankness in Jaenelle's eyes. He sighed with relief when she walked out of the Council chamber, followed by the High Lord and Prince Yaslana.
"Now, Lady," Lord Jorval said with a weary smile, "let's see what we can do about yourrightful petition. "
"Bastards," Lucivar snarled as they walked toward the landing web.
Saetan slipped an arm around Jaenelle's shoulders. Lucivar's open anger didn't worry him. Jaenelle's silent withdrawal did.
"Don't fret about it, Cat," Lucivar continued. "We'll find a way around those bastards and keep the kindred protected. "~
"I'm not sure thereis a legitimate way around the Council's decision," Saetan said carefully.
"And you've never stepped outside the Law? You've never overruled a bad decision by using strength and temper?"
Saetan clenched his teeth. In trying to explain why the family had difficulties with the Dark Council, someone must have told Lucivar why the Council made him Jaenelle's guardian. "No, I'm not saying that. "
"Are you saying kindred aren't important enough to fight for because they're animals?"
Saetan stopped walking. Jaenelle drifted a little farther down the flagstone walk, away from them.
"No, I'm not saying that, either," Saetan replied, struggling to keep his voice down. "We have to find an answer that fits the Council's new rules or this will escalate into a war that tears the Realm apart. "
"So we sacrifice the nonhuman Blood to save Kaeleer?" Smiling bitterly^ Lucivar opened his wings. "What am I, High Lord? By the Council's reckoning of who is human and who is not, what am I?"
Saetan took a step back. It could have been Andulvar standing there. Ithad been Andulvar standing there all those years ago. When honor and the Law no longer stand on the same side of the line, how do we choose, SaDiablo?
Saetan rubbed his hands over his face. Ah, Hekatah, you spin your schemes well. Just like the last time. "We'll find a legitimate way to protect the kindred and their land. "
"You said there wasn't a legitimate way. "
"Yes, there is," Jaenelle said softly as she joined them. She leaned against Saetan. "Yes, there is. "
Alarmed by how pale she looked, Saetan held her against him, stroking her hair as he probed gently. Nothing physically wrong except the fatigue brought on by overwork and the emotional stress of tallying the kindred deaths. "Witch-child?"
Jaenelle shuddered. "I never wanted this. But it's the only way to help them. "
"What's the only way, witch-child?" Saetan crooned.
Trembling, she stepped away from him. The haunted look in her eyes would stay with him forever.
"I'm going to make the Offering to the Darkness and set up my court. "
Chapter sixteen
1 / Kaeleer
Banard sat in the private showroom at the back of his shop, sipping tea while he waited for 'the Lady.
He was a gifted craftsman, an artist who worked with precious metals, precious and semiprecious stones, and the Blood Jewels. A Blood male who wore no Jewel himself, he handled them with a delicacy and respect that made him a favorite with the Jeweled Blood in Amdarh. He always said, "I handle a Jewel as if I were handling someone's heart," and he meant it.
Among his clients were the Queen of Amdarh and her Consort, Prince Mephis SaDiablo, Prince Lucivar Yaslana, the High Lord and, his favorite, Lady Jaenelle Angelline.
Which was why he was sitting here long after the shops had closed for the day. As he'd told his wife, when the Lady asked for a favor, why, that was almost like serving her, wasn't it?
He nearly spilled his tea when he looked up from his musings and saw the shadowy figure standing in the doorway of the private showroom. His shop had strong guard spells and protection spells—gifts from his darker-Jeweled clients. No one should have been able to get this far
without triggering the alarms.
"My apologies, Banard," said the feminine, midnight voice. "I didn't mean to startle you. "
"Not at all, Lady," Banard lied as he increased the illumination of the candlelights around the velvet-covered display table. "My mind was wandering. " He turned to smile at her, but when he saw what she held in her hands, he broke out in a cold sweat.
"There's something I'd like you to make for me, if you can," Jaenelle said, stepping into the small room.
Banard gulped. She had changed since he'd last seen her a few months ago. It was more than the Widow's weeds she was wearing. It was as if the fire that had always burned within her was now closer to the surface, illuminating and shadowing. He could feel the dark power swirling around her—brutal strength offset by a worrisome fragility.
"This is what I'd like you to make," Jaenelle said.
A piece of paper appeared on the display table.
Banard studied the sketch for several minutes, wondering what he could say, wondering how to refuse gracefully, wondering why she, of all people, would have the thing she held in her hands.
As if understanding his silence and reluctance, Jaenelle caressed the spiraled horn. "His name was Kaetien," she said softly. "He was the Warlord Prince of the unicorns. He was butchered a few days ago, along with hundreds of his people, when humans came in to claim Sceval as their territory. " Tears filled her eyes. "I've known him since I was a little girl. He was the first friend I made in Kaeleer, and one of the best. He gifted me with his horn. For remembrance. As a reminder. "
Banard studied the sketch again. "If I may make one or two suggestions, Lady?"
"That's why I came to you," Jaenelle said with a trembling smile.
Using a thin, charcoal pencil, Banard altered the sketch. At the end of an hour of fine-tuning, they were both satisfied.