Shalador's Lady

by Bishop, Anne

  “Good morning,” he said.

  Ferall nodded, as did Rikoma and Elendill. Hikaeda smiled and said, “Have we come to the right place, Ranon? When we arrived at the landing web and asked for the Queen’s residence, we were directed here.”

  “Used to be a boardinghouse, so it has a big dining room and kitchen, several parlors, and sufficient bedrooms and bathrooms for the Queen and some of her court, as well as rooms for special guests. Also has enough land for a big kitchen garden, herb garden, and flower gardens, plus some ground Gray says will suit the honey pears.” Ranon shrugged. “It’s not a typical building for a Queen’s residence, but it pleases Lady Cassidy.”

  As they took another look around the room, Ranon felt his shoulders tighten, even though feeling defensive was foolish. The furniture was old but clean and polished. The room had the scent of a place that was cared for. And the fact that the Queen wasn’t buying new furniture to impress visitors while the people were still struggling to have enough clothes and a decent pair of shoes was something her court would not apologize for. To anyone.

  Footsteps. Female voices.

  Cassidy suddenly appeared in the doorway wearing shortened trousers and a shirt that looked like she’d rescued it from the rag bag. Probably the same rag bag where she got the cloths that were stuffed into the bucket she was holding.

  “Ranon, Dryden said . . .” She looked at the other four men in the room and her hazel eyes widened. “Oh, Hell’s fire. Is that today?”

  “It appears we have come at an inconvenient time,” Ferall said stiffly.

  “No, you haven’t,” Cassidy said, stepping farther into the room. “No. My apologies, gentlemen. We’ve had several families come to the village, and we’ve been working to get them settled into their new homes. Between that and the work in the shops and trying to get the Healing House and Shira’s residence set up, I lost track of the days.”

  “Cassie, if we’re going to get the last rooms in the Healing House cleaned out properly so Shira can start working there, we’re going to need—Oh.”

  Another tall, big-boned woman with a long, plain face, freckles, and red hair stepped into the room.

  “Gentlemen, this is my mother, Devra.”

  Four Warlord Princes tipped their heads in a respectful bow.

  “We are honored by the introduction,” Ferall said.

  “Cassie, give me the bucket.” Devra wrapped her hand around the handle. “You’re needed here. Besides, you’ve been working too hard lately.”

  “I have not.” Cassidy tightened her own grip on the bucket.

  “Yes, you have. Even your father thinks so.”

  “Haven’t been working any harder than the rest of you.”

  Devra narrowed her eyes. “Daughter, you fell asleep in the middle of drum practice last night. That should tell you something.”

  “We promised to work only half a day today,” Cassidy protested.

  Devra gave him a stern look. “Ranon.”

  He raised his hands in surrender. “No. With all respect, Devra, I am not getting in the middle of this.”

  “When we made this appointment with Ranon, he did tell us that the Queen may not be available,” Hikaeda said.

  “See?” Cassidy said, trying to tug the bucket out of Devra’s hand. A futile effort.

  Ranon sent out a psychic call for help. He’d already learned that when Cassidy and Devra squared off to argue about something, there was only one person in the house who was willing to step in and deal with two stubborn women.

  *Cassie? Cassie!*

  Vae appeared in the doorway and looked up at Cassidy’s back. Or more likely, at Cassidy’s ass since that was Vae’s preferred spot to nip.

  *Ranon will talk to the other males and show them male things.*

  Cassidy pressed her lips together, and her face turned bright red. Devra just looked interested. All five Warlord Princes squirmed.

  *You will work with Shira and Devra. Then you will eat. Then you will not work. It is time to work now. Shira is waiting for you.*

  Vae trotted off, no doubt to wait at the back door.

  “If you will excuse us,” Devra said tightly, “it is time to work now. The Sceltie said so.” She walked out of the room.

  “It was a pleasure to see you, gentlemen,” Cassidy said. She hurried to catch up to Devra.

  No one said anything for several moments.

  “You called the Sceltie to deal with the Queen?” Elendill asked.

  “Oh, yeah,” Ranon replied. “Some days I think if we’d had Vae planning tactics, we could have defended our people even better than we did.”

  Ferall laughed softly. “Well, let’s get on with these male things we’re supposed to do.”

  “What would you like to see?” Ranon asked.

  All the humor in their faces faded away. Ferall said, “Whatever you choose to show us.”

  A careful phrasing, but Ranon knew that what wasn’t shown would be as important as what was shown. In Ferall’s place, he would have paid attention to both. “Are you all comfortable with doing some walking?”

  Ferall nodded.

  “Then let me show you what the Queen’s presence has done for Eyota.”

  He began with the Queen’s square, introducing them to Shaddo’s wife, who was standing outside the family’s cottage with a look of grim amusement on her face.

  “Shaddo already left to do a circuit around the village,” Soli said. “Do you need him?”

  “No,” Ranon replied. Since she looked like she was edging toward a hissy cat mood, he added, “Anything I can do for you?”

  “Thanks, but it’s been taken care of.”

  Since he knew what that meant, he led a retreat that didn’t look hasty for all its speed.

  “Problem?” Ferall sounded amused.

  “Not for us,” Ranon replied.

  “Then who?” Rikoma asked.

  The answer came trotting up the street.

  “For Eryk and Eliot, Shaddo’s sons,” Ranon said.

  The boys were moving smartly, with Darcy trotting right behind them.

  “Ranon!” Eryk rushed up to the men. “Tell Darcy we weren’t doing anything wrong! We were just playing at the pond in the park!”

  Darcy growled and lunged at Eliot’s heels, giving the boy good reason to scramble past his older brother. *Soli wants you home. Now.*

  “Did your father give you permission to go to the pond—or the park?” Ranon asked, already knowing the answer.

  “He didn’t say we couldn’t,” Eryk said.

  “Your mother wants you home,” Ranon said. He owed it to Shaddo to keep his expression stern and his voice firm, but damn, he wanted to laugh.

  *Home!* Darcy said.

  Eryk glared at Darcy. “Just wait until I have my Birthright Ceremony. You won’t be so bossy then!”

  *I will still have sharper teeth.*

  Hard to argue with that, Ranon thought. But he would have to mention that comment to Shaddo tonight. He wasn’t sure Eryk’s Birthright Jewel would end up outranking Darcy’s, but the boy couldn’t be allowed to use power to hurt someone in his family—even if that family member had four legs and fur . . . and sharper teeth.

  He and the other men continued down Autumn Road, passing the house where Lord Rogir and his family were settling in. Several girls were in the front yard, jumping rope. Or more precisely, two of the girls were swinging the rope and Keely was jumping over it.

  He didn’t stop. The girls were still uneasy around strangers, and Keely, despite looking like a live furry toy at the moment, had appointed herself the Protector of Young Females living in the Queen’s square and wouldn’t hesitate to attack if proper introductions weren’t made. And he really didn’t want to take time for the kind of proper introductions—with thorough sniffing—that Scelties deemed necessary before letting an unknown get close to their humans.

  “That was another Sceltie?” Hikaeda asked. “How many are there?”

  “Fe
els like hundreds some days, but there are twelve of them, plus Vae,” Ranon replied. And in a village that only held a few hundred people, the odds were not in the humans’ favor.

  He took the men down a few other streets. The occupied houses were carefully tended. Not many people visible, but there was still a sense of energy and purpose, of work being done with good heart.

  His people had always had heart. Now there was also joy.

  “You lost people,” Ferall said quietly, tipping his head to indicate the empty houses.

  “Here in Eyota, most of the families who are gone were lost before the purge and the uprisings,” Ranon replied. Meaning most had been slaughtered by the twisted Queens who had been encouraged to eliminate the Shalador people.

  “I’m sorry,” Ferall said.

  “We survived, and now we have hope.”

  Ferall gave him an odd look, but they turned onto the main street, and his guests stopped. Just stopped.

  Anyone who farmed was with his animals or in his fields, getting ready for the harvest that would begin in a few more weeks. And many craftsmen of all kinds were in their own shops working. But the first impression for someone who hadn’t been watching this carefully planned frenzy grow on a daily basis was that every male who was old enough and strong enough to lift and carry, and every person who had some skill with tools—or wanted to learn to have skills, regardless of gender—was on the main street, scurrying in and out of buildings.

  “Mother Night,” Elendill said.

  Calling in the watch his grandfather had given him for his twentieth birthday, Ranon opened the cover and checked the time. Then he vanished the watch. “This will quiet down right about . . . now.”

  Sure enough, Burle stepped out of one of the buildings. In a Craft-enhanced voice, he hollered, “Break!”

  All the pounding, sawing, clattering noises stopped. People came out of various buildings and headed up the street.

  “Elders’ Park is being used as a rest station,” Ranon said. “There is food and water there, and one or two of the elders are there each day to listen to the people or answer questions.”

  “Hell’s fire, Ranon,” Hikaeda said. “How are your people able to do this?”

  Ranon took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He heard the envy in Hikaeda’s voice—and worried about Ferall’s silence. But they needed to know why this prosperity was starting here.

  “This is the Queen’s home village, and it is because of her that we have been able to make certain business connections that will be able to benefit all of Dena Nehele in time.” He paused. “Gray has become friends with Daemon Sadi and made a deal with him: in exchange for Prince Sadi owning a few businesses here in Eyota, the court was given a loan for supplies the people in Dena Nehele will need, especially this coming winter.”

  A shocked gasp from all four men—and a hint of fear. Just hearing Sadi’s name had that effect on most men.

  “Gray has become friends with Sadi?” Elendill asked.

  “Yes.” Not a surprising question considering the shape Gray had been in for the past ten years. “We’ll be able to purchase things like blankets, clothes, and shoes—things that are in short supply here,” Ranon continued. “A weavers guild in the southern Province was burned out during the uprisings. By borrowing from the loan, they will be able to purchase looms and wool, fix up a couple of empty houses as a new workplace, and begin to make a living again.”

  “How does a village ask for such help?” Rikoma asked with extreme courtesy.

  “Whoever rules the village submits a request to Lady Cassidy, telling her what is needed—and the cost.” Ranon sighed. “Our land was destroyed over generations. It will take more than one season to fix all the wrongs. But we have the means now of buying feed for livestock and food for our people if the harvest falls short this year. We have connections we wouldn’t have dreamed possible a year ago.”

  “If you’re worried about envy, don’t be,” Ferall said. “It’s right and fitting that the Queen’s home village receive the first benefit of her efforts. And like her court, it should be an example of what is possible.”

  Before he could think of what to say, a voice called his name.

  Rainier pulled up next to them.

  What had Ferall said about no envy? Hell’s fire! He felt envy. That pony cart Rainier was driving practically screamed aristo. Not because it was fancy, but because of the quality and craftsmanship that had gone into the making of it. And the bay gelding pulling the cart was a gorgeous piece of horseflesh.

  “Glad I found you since no one seems to know where Gray is working today,” Rainier said.

  “He’ll be at the Queen’s Residence for the midday meal,” Ranon replied.

  “Can’t stay. I swung by to see if Marcus needed anything, and then put this lad through his paces to make sure there wouldn’t be any problems. Now I’m heading back to Kaeleer. Prince Yaslana’s wife is indisposed, so I’m going to stay in Ebon Rih for a while and help out with administrative tasks. Lucivar is too short-tempered right now to deal with paperwork—or the people who bring it.”

  Rainier smiled when he said it, but Ranon saw the concern in the other man’s eyes. “Is there anything we can do to help?”

  “No, but he’ll appreciate the offer.”

  Rainier continued to smile as he looked at the other men, but Ranon had the feeling the Kaeleer Warlord Prince had just completed a very quick—and thorough—assessment of his guests.

  “Well,” Rainier said, “I’ll get this boy to the stables and be on my way.”

  “Stables?”

  Rainier made a gesture that included the horse and cart. “Ladies Morghann and Jaenelle sent this to Ladies Shira and Cassidy. Queens and Healers in Scelt like this cart’s design because there are storage compartments under the benches in the back, and it’s small enough to be comfortable for a Lady to drive. Lord Khardeen raised the horse up from a foal and trained him personally, so the lad is solid and dependable. He’s not kindred—Khardeen figured you had enough adjustments to make without that particular bit of fun—but the horse is used to being around Scelties, so he’ll settle in just fine with Kief and Lloyd to look after him.”

  “Rainier, it’s very generous, but we can’t afford this,” Ranon said.

  Rainier gave him an odd look, and his smile sharpened. “Ranon, darling, I’ll bet when you took a piss this morning you noticed you have a cock and balls. That means you have no say in this. Cassidy’s friends want her to have the horse and cart. They figured she’ll share it with Shira since Shira is the court’s Healer. If you want to argue about this with the Queen of Scelt and . . . Prince Sadi’s wife, you go right ahead. I’m not about to.” He gathered the reins and clicked to the horse, turning back the way he’d come.

  Ranon had heard the hesitation and conscious choice of how to identify Jaenelle—and knew that Rainier might work for Daemon Sadi, but the man still served the Queen of Ebon Askavi.

  He watched the pony cart turn a corner.

  *What in the name of Hell just happened here?* Ranon asked Rainier on an Opal thread.

  Rainier’s laughter came through the thread. *I didn’t tell your friends all of Cassidy’s connections. And whether you tell them why Cassidy knows so many Territory Queens in Kaeleer or why they’re all paying so much attention to what happens in Dena Nehele is up to you.*

  *Are they paying attention?* Ranon’s heart started to pound hard.

  *Ranon,* Rainier said gently, *the rulers of Scelt, Glacia, Dharo, Nharkhava, Dhemlan, and Ebon Rih all have a connection to your Queen or her court. Not to mention the High Lord of Hell. Of course they’re paying attention. And it doesn’t hurt if the Queens and Warlord Princes in Dena Nehele know a little more about your Lady’s credentials.*

  Being so busy day after day, focusing on repairs and crops and the things the people would need to get through the winter, it was easy to forget how much power could arrow down on their land.

  But being so busy
day after day never quite smothered the knowledge that Theran’s actions might be setting up Dena Nehele for another violent storm.

  He turned to the other men. “Shall we continue?”

  Rikoma, Elendill, and Hikaeda looked at Ferall.

  “Is there any place we could get a drink and sit for a bit?” Ferall asked.

  “There is. It’s down this way.”

  They’d had enough. Whatever they had come here to see, whatever questions they had wanted answered, they had gotten more than they’d expected.

  So he took them to Elders’ Park and got them coffee and food, and gave them silence as they watched the workers return to their assignments. And knew with absolute certainty that something had changed.

  They arrived back at the Queen’s Residence earlier than anticipated, so Ranon took the other men around to the back of the house. He didn’t think any of them knew any more about gardens than he did, but they looked around politely as he pointed out the Healing House and the cottage Gray wanted to convert into a loaning library.

  “Gray is working with Lord Marcus, Prince Sadi’s man of business, to figure out costs and what will be needed,” Ranon said. “Since many people can’t afford books right now, he wants to have this library and obtain a wide variety of books to educate and entertain. The villagers would pay a couple of coppers to take a book for a month, then return it. We want to keep the fee small enough that people can afford it, but it also has to pay for the books themselves, the librarian’s wages, and the repairs and upkeep of the cottage.”

  “Gray thought of this?” Hikaeda asked.

  “Gray is a bundle of ideas,” Ranon said dryly.

  Powell had given Gray his own little space in the Steward’s office to stash all his notes about possibilities for Eyota in particular and Dena Nehele in general. Only the knowledge that every available person was going to be helping with the harvest this year, and the need to get the shops finished up and stocked with merchandise, kept Gray from trying to add one more thing to the list of projects to be accomplished before winter set in.

  They moved away from the wall and ended up standing near the table and chairs under the big tree.