James saw Jerome go slightly rigid. The fussy ex-squire was a stickler for protocol and the duke had managed to brush aside an apology from Arutha and return an insult, without making it obvious. This man obviously felt no timorousness being in the presence of a Prince.
Anita had been court bred and knew the intricacies of court manners. She knew that anything she said in response to the slight would only worsen her situation socially. She merely inclined her head and said, ‘‘I suspect the subtleties of the east are lost upon us here in the west. Would you present your companions?’’
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The duke bowed and turned to the younger of the two men. ‘‘Your Highness, may I present my nephew, His Highness, Vladic, son of my brother the Archduke, heir to the throne and Crown Prince of Olasko, Prince of the House of Roldem by blood.’’ On cue the young man stepped forward and bowed in greeting to the Prince and Princess of Krondor. Then the duke said, ‘‘And this is Kazamir, my son and heir to my house, also Prince of the House of Roldem by blood.’’ The other son bowed effortlessly, with exactly the proper deference for one of his rank before Prince Arutha. Smoothly, the duke turned and said, ‘‘And this is my daughter, Paulina, Princess of the House of Roldem by blood.’’
Arutha nodded greeting. ‘‘You are all welcome in Krondor.’’
He made a small gesture to Jerome, who hurried off to ready guest apartments for the duke and his entourage. James was again forced to concede that Jerome was good at what he did.
He had no doubt the rooms would be aired, with wine and other refreshments on hand, and a squad of pages ready to do the duke’s bidding.
Arutha said, ‘‘We are celebrating a safe return from troubles to the north. You are most welcome to remain for the gala.’’
The duke smiled. ‘‘My thanks. From the reports and gossip we heard along the way from Salador to Krondor, I suspect the troubles were not trivial. A gala is most appropriate to celebrate a Prince’s safe return.
‘‘I am tired from the journey, however, and will beg your forgiveness and retire. The children, perhaps, might enjoy some music and revelry after our long journey.’’
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head. Radswil bowed to the Prince and withdrew before Arutha had time to do more than wave agreement. Master de Lacy intercepted the duke and his retainers at the door and escorted them to the guest quarters.
Arutha turned to James and said, ‘‘Squire James, would you please see that our guests are refreshed?’’
James bowed and stepped down the dais and presented himself to the duke’s children with a courtly bow. Keenly aware the introduction of the three youngsters revealed the Olaskans’
formality in matters of rank, James said, ‘‘Prince Vladic, Princess, Prince, may I offer you refreshments?’’
Vladic studied James a moment, his dark eyes narrowing slightly, then he nodded.
With as deft a movement as James had seen, he found himself with the Princess Paulina’s arm through his, before he had even had the chance to offer his hand, a far more courteous gesture. The familiarity almost caught him off guard. ‘‘Tell me, squire,’’ said Paulina, as they moved toward the large table where refreshments were offered, ‘‘how do you come to serve the Prince, personally?’’
James was struck by two things at once. There was something about her, a scent, perhaps an exotic perfume, that caused his blood to race. He suddenly experienced a fierce desire. And that in turn caused what James had long called his ‘‘bump of trouble’’ to start bothering him. Paulina was a pretty enough girl—many would even say beautiful—and easily one of the most attractive at the gala, but James was long used to the wiles of women and she was not so extraordinarily attractive that he should find himself being so irresistibly drawn to her.
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a slight sense of amusement in Kazamir’s expression, and a mask of neutrality in Vladic.
Forcing his attention back to her question, he replied, ‘‘I was granted my office for service to the crown.’’
Ever so slightly she drew away. ‘‘Oh?’’ she said. If a single word could convey volumes of meaning, hers did.
James smiled his most charming smile and said, ‘‘Yes. You wouldn’t know, of course, being from so distant a land. Before coming to the Prince’s service, I was a thief.’’
It took a massive application of will power on the Princess’s part not to push herself away from James. Her frozen smile looked almost painful as she said, ‘‘Really?’’ while behind her, Kazamir suppressed a laugh. Even Vladic betrayed a slight upturn of his mouth, the hint of a smile.
Just then James spied William, who had been stationed by the table of refreshments, and said, ‘‘Allow me to introduce someone to you, Highnesses.’’ He signaled for the young cadet to approach and when William did, James said, ‘‘Highnesses, I have the honor of presenting William conDoin, son of the duke of Stardock and cousin to our Prince. He’s about to be commissioned Knight-Lieutenant in the Prince’s army.’’ He quickly named his companions in order of rank.
Instantly the Princess’s manner changed once more and again she was the vivacious charmer. William’s color rose and now James was convinced there was something more to this Princess than her more obvious physical gifts. ‘‘Perhaps the cadet could show me some of the palace, while you entertain my brother and cousin, Squire James?’’
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swordmaster’s expression turned slightly sour, but he nodded and James said, ‘‘William, I’m sure the Princess would love to see the tapestry gallery and Princess Anita’s gardens.’’
As smoothly as an eel slipping through water, the Princess disengaged herself from James’s arm and attached herself to William. ‘‘And what shall I call you, young knight?’’ asked the Princess.
‘‘Will, Your Highness. My friends call me Will.’’
As William led the Princess off toward the tapestry hall, James indicated the food and wine to Prince Vladic, then Prince Kazamir. The Crown Prince took a goblet of wine and sipped it. ‘‘Very good,’’ he said. ‘‘Darkmoor?’’
James nodded. ‘‘I believe so. Most of our best wines come from there.’’
‘‘You’re not having any?’’
James smiled. ‘‘I’m on duty.’’
Kazamir nodded. ‘‘I understand. By the way, you handled that very deftly. Not many young men would give up my sister’s company so easily.’’
‘‘I can well believe it,’’ said James. ‘‘There’s something about her . . .’’
Vladic studied James a moment, again appraising him, and James could not help but feel again that he was being sized up as a possible opponent. Vladic said, ‘‘You’re perceptive, squire.
My cousin has a need to be admired by a great many men. She employs additional supplements to augment her natural appeal.’’
‘‘Ah,’’ said James. ‘‘Magic. A charm or a potion?’’
‘‘Her left hand. A ring purchased from a woman who dabbles in such trinkets in our homeland. I fear this need for male attention that drives Paulina will eventually create difficulties for her future husband.’’
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‘‘Then she should either marry a man with great skills as a swordsman, or one with great patience.’’
Vladic nodded, as he sipped his wine. He then took a small slice of melon from a platter and nibbled at it, his expression every s
o slightly indicating satisfaction with the fruit. ‘‘The court here in the west is a refreshing change from some of the environments we’ve discovered east of Salador.’’
James nodded. ‘‘I have no doubt. West of Malac’s Cross things are very different. I’ve not spent much time in the east, but it is . . .’’
‘‘More civilized?’’ provided Kazamir.
James smiled. ‘‘I was about to say older, but if you prefer civilized, I’ll concede the point.’’
Vladic smiled, and for the first time since they met James sensed the young man was letting his guard down a tiny bit.
‘‘Well, it’s a function of perspective, I warrant. Our nations are very old, while this Western Realm is relatively young. In Olasko, we haven’t seen an elf or goblin in centuries. There are six other states of some size between the far northern lands and Olasko.’’
‘‘Elves are interesting,’’ replied James. ‘‘And I’ve seen enough goblins to last me a lifetime.’’
‘‘I hear they’re not terribly bright, but that they make good hunting,’’ ventured Kazamir.
‘‘Well, if you’re interested in hunting something that carries a sword or bow, I guess.’’ James shrugged. ‘‘I’m city bred and have little experience with hunting. I don’t understand the appeal of the sport.’’
‘‘It livens up an otherwise dull life,’’ said Vladic.
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wars, often enough, but other than that, there’s little to occupy a man who craves excitement.’’
Vladic said, ‘‘My cousin is like most of our nobles, and seeks glory in overt fashion. But the skills of arms, the sword and bow, the challenge of the hunt, those are secondary in importance to that.’’ He pointed to where Arutha was listening to something being whispered into his ear by one of the local nobles. ‘‘He seeks office, or a suitable husband for a daughter or an ally against an enemy, or something from your monarch.
Intrigue is a way of life in my father’s court.’’
James laughed. ‘‘That’s Squire Randolph of Silverstown. I think he’s trying to convince the Prince to get one of his pesky neighbors to move his cattle off Silverstown’s meadows.’’
Kazamir barked a rough sounding laugh. ‘‘A very small in-trigue, then, cousin.’’
Vladic looked slightly nettled to be mocked so, but said nothing.
‘‘Are you staying long in Krondor?’’ asked James.
Kazamir shrugged. ‘‘Father has planned this as a tour of the west, so I expect we’ll stay a few days before moving on. He wishes to hunt the Trollhomes, where it is rumored great boars reside, as well as wild trolls and even, if true, dragons.’’
James could barely contain his amusement. ‘‘Having spied a dragon myself, may I suggest that only a madman would go looking for one?’’
Kazamir’s expression darkened. ‘‘A madman?’’
James quickly spread his hands in an apologetic gesture. ‘‘A jest, and obviously a poor one. It is just that dragons are everything you’ve heard of and more. If you hunt one, take an army with you.’’
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be certain the offense had been mitigated. He continued, ‘‘Even trolls are to be avoided unless you absolutely must face one.
The lowland trolls may be barely more than wild animals, but they are more dangerous than any lion or bear you might hunt, for they are more cunning, and they hunt in groups of two or more. Their mountain kin have language and use weapons. You go hunting them, be assured they’ll be hunting you right back.’’
‘‘Interesting,’’ was all that Vladic said. Then he added, ‘‘How is the hunting in this region?’’
‘‘Yes,’’ said Kazamir with sudden interest. ‘‘Lions, perhaps?’’
James shrugged. ‘‘If you go north, up into the foothills of the Calastius Mountains, you’ll find a good population of game.
Closer to the King’s Highway it’s scarce, but once you get high into the hills there’s ample deer, elk, bear, and big leopards.
Occasionally a wyvern comes down from the northern mountains and that’s as much dragon as I’d be willing to face.’’
‘‘If we stay for more than a few days, would you be able to arrange a trip into those mountains?’’ asked Vladic.
James nodded. ‘‘I’ll speak to the housecarl; he can arrange with the huntmaster and swordmaster to provide guides and men-at-arms. You could travel out for a day and reach some very rough terrain, where game is still plentiful.’’
Vladic looked pleased, as did his cousin. ‘‘Good. I will speak with my uncle tomorrow and, depending on his plans, perhaps I will prevail upon him to depart the day after on such a journey.’’
Kazamir’s smile broadened a bit. ‘‘I suspect, however, you’d better also contrive some distraction for my sister while we’re gone.’’
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might be faced with some difficulties given the duty to attend your sister.’’
‘‘Yet you felt no difficulty in turning her over to that young cadet,’’ observed Kazamir in a guarded tone.
James leaned over and lowered his voice in a conspiratorial fashion. ‘‘Young Will lacks . . . experience. No matter how attractive your sister, she would have to initiate anything . . .
beyond an awkward flirtation, I think. And if I’m any judge of such things, I doubt she will.’’
Kazamir slapped James on the shoulder and laughed. ‘‘You may be rural, James, but your grasp of certain subtleties is not.
Yes, my sister is out seeking a well-connected husband. She will not lessen her chances of such by any idle dalliance. Her husband will expect her unsullied on their wedding night, and she will be. But she will make some young men very unhappy until that time comes.’’
Given James’s background, his view of such issues was far less critical; he had known too many women while a boy, and as a man who enjoyed the pleasures of the bed, to think much of the notion that men had different standards from women.
Still, he had met enough men, noble and common, who felt differently that he appreciated the prevalence of that attitude.
‘‘Given her use of . . . enhancements to her charms, doesn’t this make things difficult back home?’’
‘‘Most men in Olasko are terrified of her father,’’ said Vladic, putting down his now empty goblet of wine and refusing a refill by one of the servants. ‘‘In my homeland few would dare his wrath.’’
James shrugged and nodded his head in agreement. ‘‘Seems a wise course were I a citizen of your nation; the duke appears a most formidable man.’’
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Kazamir’s smile vanished. ‘‘As all would do well to note, James.’’ James was certain that remark was more directed at Vladic than at himself. Then Kazamir’s smile returned. ‘‘Still, it is tempting for men of my nation to pursue a prize like my sister.’’
James blinked in confusion. ‘‘Prize?’’
‘‘As I’ve mentioned, we are adventuresome, in Olasko. Hunting women ranks as high as hunting cave bears.’’
‘‘An interesting way to put it,’’ said James as neutrally as possible. ‘‘I think my friend Locklear would fit right in.’’
‘‘He pursues women?’’
‘‘Incessantly,’’ said James.
‘‘Then I would suggest he be a well-practiced swordsman,’’
offered Vladic.
‘‘That he is, but why?’’
/> Kazamir answered. ‘‘Because in my homeland a young man is expected to have as many women as he might, while it is also his duty to defend the honor of his sister with his blade should another man offend her.’’
James grinned. ‘‘So you have a lot of duels in Olasko.’’
Vladic returned the grin with a nod. ‘‘Constantly.’’
James said, ‘‘Fortunately, my friend Locklear is on his way north to serve along the border for quite some time. We will be spared the spectacle of you having to skewer him early one chilly morning. I prefer to sleep in, given the chance.’’
‘‘As do I,’’ said the Crown Prince. ‘‘Given the length of the journey—’’ he glanced around the room ‘‘—and the unlikelihood that I have time until the end of the gala to meet a receptive woman of rank, I think I shall retire.’’
Kazamir glanced around the room, and then said, ‘‘I concur.
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I think a warm bed is more welcome than drink and dalliance tonight.’’
Instantly James motioned for a page and when the youth approached, he instructed him to escort Princes Vladic and Kazamir to the guest apartments. He bid them both good night and then returned to the dais.
The musicians played on. As soon as he was again at Arutha’s side, James heard the Prince’s voice under the music.
‘‘What do you think about this visit?’’
James spoke in tones just loud enough for the Prince to hear. ‘‘I think it’s odd. On the surface, it appears that the duke is looking for a suitable marriage of state for his daughter while indulging himself in some local hunting.’’
‘‘On the surface,’’ repeated Arutha, his gaze still on the dancers.
‘‘As there are few sons of suitable rank in this part of the Kingdom—well, none over the age of ten, anyway—that reason barely holds up under scrutiny.’’
‘‘What other reason do you imagine?’’
‘‘Well, the son says they want to hunt dragons and trolls out in the Trollhome, but I find that a bit difficult to fathom.
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