I looked to the Earl with wonder. “Still, you’d ride with me?’
“The realm needs a king, not disarray.” Groenfil’s smile was bleak. “You’re our best hope of union.”
“And rightful heir.” Elryc’s voice was sharp.
“Why, that too.” Groenfil nodded, as if to dismiss the irrelevance. “Truly, Prince Rodrigo, you surprise me.”
“That I dabbled at betrayal?” I couldn’t help my bitterness.
“That you’d risk your crown, to reclaim yourself.” We waited while the Earl’s two riders rejoined us.
“Shall we?” Groenfil gestured down the trail. Tursel gave the signal. Our column lurched into motion.
I looked back. “And your castle, sir?”
“Will stand without me. Mar can’t afford a long siege; he can’t leave Verein untended. It’s too close to Stryx and Llewelyn’s keep.”
Rust’s tone was courteous. “May I ask, sir, what orders you sent back?”
Groenfil’s tone was equally polite. “I told my son, sir, that if I should fall, he was to be loyal to the House of Caledon.”
I rode silent, chilled. Had I not spoken, who knew how fleeting the Earl’s loyalty, or that of his kin?
With Groenfil committed, the march to Cumber became a regal procession, though in haste. Our regiment was augmented by soldiers of the Earl bearing burnished shields, under bright banners. Food was ample, and even coin flowed free, in loan from Groenfil. Only my wound troubled me. My side was red and hot, and at night, in the tent, Rust pursed his lips at the sight of it.
At Cumber, Uncle Raeth met us in full regalia, beneath the redstone towers. As he escorted us to the donjon he smiled gleefully to his valet. “So, Imbar, you were wrong. The prodigal nephew returns. Welcome, Roddy.”
“Thank you, Uncle Raeth.”
“And his companion.” He almost purred. “Imbar, do escort young Lord Rustin to his quarters.”
“I’ll sleep near my prince.” Rust’s tone was a trifle too sharp. “I guard him.”
“How valiant. Tresa, you’ll entertain Rodrigo until the coronation?”
“Of course, Grandfather.”
“So many guests, Imbar; we’re hard-pressed to find places of honor. Do you imagine they’ve sent envoy to the Warthen and Mar?”
My mouth opened, and I closed it without speaking.
“Perhaps they overlooked that trifle?” Uncle Raeth beamed at Imbar.
I nodded. There’d been so much to do.
“Imbar, send word as we did to Lady Soushire, there’s a good fellow.”
“Of course, Raeth.” His valet left us, patting Rust’s shoulder in passing. Rustin threw off his hand.
Raeth turned to Chamberlain Willem with a bow. Coolly, Tresa looked me over. “You’ve been in a fight.”
“Does it show?”
“Your lip is swollen, and you keep your arm pressed to your side. What befell you?”
“We assailed the keep, at Stryx.”
“Yes, I heard. How are you hurt?”
“A sword thrust.” How could I tell her I fell over a blade gripped by a corpse? “It’s been sewn.”
“Let me see.”
“Here?” My voice squeaked. I fought a furious blush. “Please, my lady.”
“Not in the great hall, for Nature’s sake. In your rooms. Let me show you.” Without a glance back, she trotted up the stairs. I had little choice but to follow, Anavar and Rust trailing behind.
We clambered three flights. Tresa vanished into another stairwell. Cursing, I pursued her. “Where’s he lodging us,” I panted. “On the roof?”
Anavar offered a shoulder, but I pushed him away. I wasn’t that enfeebled.
Two flights higher, the stairs gave onto a long narrow corridor. I hesitated. Could Raeth really be trusted, or might assassins lurk in these far reaches of the keep? “Rust, draw your sword.” I did the same.
Tresa glanced back. “Whatever are you doing?” She threw open a door.
Cautiously, I peered in.
The room was the entry to a suite of chambers, all fitted with the most elaborate furnishings. A huge intricately carved bed of feathers stuffed in soft cloth dominated the largest bedroom. Fine chests, silk drapery, a washbowl of silver. And the room was delightfully cool.
Tresa threw open the windows. “Look, my lord.”
Below loomed Raeth’s crenelated towers, almost as far as the eye could see. Each flew the colors of Cumber. Directly below the window lay Raeth’s magnificent garden, wherein I knew he labored each day. Beyond was Cumber Town.
“It’s … breathtaking.”
“And rarely used. You’re this chamber’s first guest in years.”
“Who was the last?”
Tresa’s face was grave. “Josip, of Stryx.”
My father. I swallowed.
“Now, let’s see your wound.”
“Thank you, my lady, I’m-”
“You’re shy, aren’t you.” It was more statement than question. “Come, off with your jerkin.”
“I’m to be King!”
“Only if you live.” She put hands on hips. “I have skill with healing. Grandfather says I’m to look. Please don’t quarrel.”
I appealed to Rust, but his eyes were elsewhere. Sighing, I took off my shirt. Her gentle hands helped unwind my bindings.
I sat gingerly on a stool. “Will this hurt?”
“Why should it?”
Across the room, Anavar grinned, and I recalled the beating I’d promised. Tresa’s fingers caressed my wound. I flinched from the cold.
“Hotter than it ought be.” Her lips tightened.
A chill stabbed. “Will I die of it?”
Again her fingers probed. “Your body tries to heal.” Her foot tapped, as if impatient. “To be safe, you’ll stay abed until the Council.”
“Imps and demons, I will not. There’s work of state to attend.”
She frowned at my inflamed stitches. “What butcher did this?”
Rust was suddenly absorbed in the view.
“I’ve seen dishcloths better stitched. Who tied this ragged mess?” Her eyes fastened on the flush that slowly crept up Rust’s neck. “You lout! He’ll carry the scar for life!”
I said evenly, “I’ll esteem it forever.” Rust shot me a grateful glance.
“I’ll visit every day, so you won’t be too bored abed.” She spoke as if it were a thing decided.
“Think you that you’re my mother?” I filled my voice with affront.
“Why, no, else you’d be civilized.” Two red spots graced her cheeks. “I suppose I ought to be sorry, Rodrigo. But truly, you bring out the worst in me.”
“Pity any man who does.” We locked eyes.
Abruptly she stalked to the door, gave a curtsy of scant respect. “Good day, Prince Rodrigo.”
“Don’t go!” My voice was too harsh; I tried again. “Please stay. I’m not … I’ve never known-Lord of Nature preserve us!” I looked for something to fling across the room. There was no help for it. To make it worse, Anavar and Rust watched. “Lady Tresa, I’ve no skill at discourse. Around you I feel a complete oaf. I want your company.” I felt my face redden. “I just don’t know how to ask.”
She took two steps from the door. “Do I frighten you?”
“No, not at-yes.”
“Why?”
My fists clenched. Rustin watched curiously. How often I’d humiliated myself before him. This Lady was nothing by comparison. I drew myself straight. “Because you’re grown and I only want to be. You’re a woman, and I’ve never-I’ve seldom spoken to one.” I forced myself not to flinch as I met her eyes, though her ridicule might destroy me.
Instead, she asked, “You like me?”
“You’ve mettle. You don’t fear your grandfather, nor me. It’s … refreshing.”
“Should I hear a yes, or no?”
How much could I bear? Was that a snicker Anavar hid behind his hand? “Yes, my lady.”
“Well.” S
he put hands on hips. “How old are you?”
“Sixteen.” Lord of Nature, I felt young. Why was I standing before her without a jerkin?
“There’s barely three years between us. And you’ve seen the world.”
“Hardly.”
“They say you must hold yourself chaste, to conserve your Power. Is it so?”
Nothing on earth could force me to meet her eyes. “Yes.”
“How awful. Boys do it all the time, don’t they? I mean-” She flushed. “I’ve heard …” Blessedly, she trailed off.
“This isn’t seemly, my lady.” Desperately I strove for dignity. How could I allow such discourse in front of Rust and my ward?
“Of course. I only meant you must yearn so.”
I bared my teeth. If it was pity in her glance, I’d fling her from the window; the crown be damned.
It might have been pity, or some other sadness, that made her eyes glisten. My rage wavered.
“I’m sorry.” Her words came in a rush. “At times I think as a healer, and forget the man behind the pain. Will you forgive me?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to do more.
“Do put your shirt on, before you take a chill. See that tower below, the one with the red streamer? That’s where Grandfather sleeps. You’re higher even than he; by his accounting that’s great honor.” Her finger crooked to Anavar. “Come, youngsire, I’ll show you the spires of the town. You’re from Eiber?”
I was glad to see my ward blush clear to the roots of his hair. Carefully, favoring my wound, I redonned my jerkin. Tresa chatted amiably, until my composure was renewed. At length, jovial, I was able to bid her farewell, and scarce realized I’d promised to spend the next days in bed.
“Lady Soushire is due this night, but it’s two days to the Sands no matter how fast the rider.” Rust spoke in soothing tones that only irked me the more.
“Every hour I lie here is time for ill to befall us.” I threw aside the curtain. “What if Vessa dies of age, or someone poisons-”
“We only settled here this morn.” He sighed. “Shall I call Anavar to amuse you?”
“Hah. He’d ask more silver.” I brooded. “At least we won’t wait long for answer from Mar.” Our envoy had only to ride to Groenfil, not past it to Verein. Disconsolate, I lay back, wishing it were night. If days must pass, let them do so quickly.
Rust perched, elbows on the windowsill, gazing dreamily. “Your uncle is a true romantic.”
“Mar?” I couldn’t believe I’d heard aright.
“No, you dolt, Uncle Cumber. What a fabulous view he created. That laundry wench below looks like an ant with clothes. Come see.”
“Lean any farther and you’ll topple. Besides, who cares about your ants?”
A sharp knock at the door interrupted his reply. “Yes?”
“Imbar.”
Rust’s voice went lifeless. “Come in.”
“Ah, our two young lords; how enchanting a sight. Pardon me if I take a seat.” The old valet wiped his brow. “At my age five flights are an ordeal.”
“What do you wish?” My tone was bland.
“My earl asks if you’re well enough to join him in the garden at once. The Lady Tresa bids you take the stairs slowly.”
I shot to my feet. “What’s befallen us?”
“He’ll speak of it himself.”
I hurried out. Imbar’s hand fell on Rust’s arm. “A word with you, my lord.”
He stiffened. “I go with Rodrigo.”
“The Prince will come to no harm. I wish only a moment.”
I couldn’t wait, with news below. “Hear him, Rust. Join me after.” I raced down the stairs.
Uncle Raeth waited in the garden, but so did Vessa, Chamberlain Willem, and Groenfil. Tresa knelt by a bed of chrysanthemums. I paused in the doorway. No servants were about, no refreshments on the table. Was I betrayed? My voice was harsh. “What say you?”
Cumber chewed at his lip. “He looks well, doesn’t he, Willem? See what a few hours rest-”
“Imps take you, speak!”
Raeth looked shocked, but my ire spurred him. “We agreed you must be told at once. Mar has left Groenfil. He’s headed here, at full gallop.”
I gulped. “Can we withstand him?”
“Easily, were he alone.” Cumber gestured past the low wall, and the groves beyond. “But Tantroth of Eiber races west through Fort. The scouts say he’ll reach us by morn.”
The clouds reeled, and I found myself in a chair, ashen.
Earl Groenfil frowned. “This is how you’d lead us? Perhaps we should reconsider.”
“Let him be!” Tresa strode across the terrace. “He’s hurt, and just rushed down the stairs. You bully him!”
At first I was grateful. Yet, how must I appear, swooning like a maid, while a lady brushed me protectively behind her skirts? Sweating, I made an effort to stand. “I’m well, Lady Tresa. No, be still, I beg you.” I turned to Cumber. “What force does Tantroth bring?”
“Tursel’s sending more scouts. We’ve only first reports, and they’re grim enough.” The old Earl’s face softened. “Sit, Roddy. We won’t hold it against you.”
“I’m well. What word of Tantroth?”
“A huge force, perhaps a thousand horse, many thousands more on foot. There, sit Tresa, put the bench behind him.”
Someone fanned my face. Tresa patted my hand. “It’s only his wound.”
“No.” I found my voice. “It’s fear. I confess it.”
All looked on me, astonished.
“But once, in a glade, I made a vow. Fear, I cannot elude. But I won’t be coward. I shall not run from fear, if it cost my life.” Once more, I struggled to my feet. “If you would not have me thus, I free you from your vows. But know you that I am Rodrigo, Prince, and shall fight to the death for my people, and Caledon.” The solitude of the great hall wasn’t far; only through the pair of stout doors. I could reach it.
At the entryway, I paused. “Bring me your decision.”
Inside, a few more steps brought me to the bench where Cumber dined. I threw myself on it, lay my head in my arms. I’m sorry, Mother. Better they learn now that I’m unworthy. Perhaps Elryc …
Soft fingers brushed my neck. “You’ll make a fine king.” Tresa.
“Bah. By dissolving in tears?”
“By showing your true face. Think you that any on the terrace felt not what you expressed?”
“It’s man’s duty to cast aside terror.”
“Why, Roddy, whoever told you that?” She pressed my head to her bosom. “If only Josip had lived.”
Greedily, I embraced her comfort, more welcome even than Rust’s. At length, footsteps neared. I raised my head, making no effort to hide my dampened cheeks. Willem watched gravely, Groenfil at his side. Vessa blinked in the gloom of the chamber, as did Cumber.
It was Groenfil who spoke. “There was naught to discuss. We’ll crown you now.”
Cumber shrugged. “Besides, it’s too late to reason with Mar; he’d only double his offer-sorry, a bad jest.” He struck flint, lit a candle. “Ah, you’re so like Josip, boy. So earnest.” The candle flickered.
“Now, Raeth.” A dry voice, from the stairs. “You’ll upset him.”
“Too late for that, Imbar.” Cumber sounded cross. “Where have you been?”
“I had word with my lord Rustin.”
Rust’s face was flushed. “You’ll crown Roddy? Today?”
“There’s urgent need.” Willem.
I shook my head. “We’ll wait for Lady Soushire.” Was I determined to throw away my monarchy? I puzzled at my stubbornness.
“Are you-”
“And we’ll allow Mar to attend. He’ll be near enough.” Beneath the walls raising engines of siege, no doubt. “Why look askance, Willem? Would you I risked the Still of Caledon, for a few hours pause? We’ll await the Lady.”
“What if Tantroth takes her? It’s a near thing, her arrival.”
I swung to Uncle Raeth. “S
end Tursel with a hundred horse, to hurry Soushire before Tantroth blocks the road.”
Raeth said mildly, “Tursel’s returned to my service, now he’s home again. I don’t think it’s wise-”
I slapped the plank table with open palm, tried not to flinch at the fiery blaze of pain. “Who commands Caledon, sir?”
Our eyes met. At length Cumber smiled uneasily. “What have we got ourselves into, eh, Imbar? Steel he has, and quickly unsheathed. Well, see that Tursel’s told, and soon. If he must be off, I want him back before the noose draws tight.”
Imbar grunted, and was gone.
Tresa put hands on hips. “Are you content? Give Rodrigo a few hours rest.”
“Not up those stairs.” Wanly, I smiled at my uncle. “It’s a lovely room, but not today, I beg you. Someplace nearer.”
I woke with a start. “What hour is it? Was I drugged?”
“Ninth hour by the candle,” said Anavar, sitting by my bedside. “Genard reports that on the ramparts, they see torches nearing.”
“From where?” I stumbled to my feet.
“The south, where Groenfil took his guard to delay Margenthar. But also north, and-”
“Where’s Rust?”
“Out, and I know not where.”
“What of Tantroth?”
“Either it’s his torches that bob in the north, or Tursel’s, escorting Lady Soushire. Sir, where go you?”
In the courtyard, Uncle Cumber stood grimly, a cloak flung over his shoulders, issuing orders to a handful of runners. Townspeople poured through the gates, pushing carts, lugging bundles, hauling wailing tykes. Horses snorted; dogs barked and snapped. Raeth saw me, nodded, but said naught. Elryc ran to my side.
We climbed to the battlements.
“Who goes? Oh, it’s you.” A burly guardsman stood firm in our path. “My lords, it’s not safe. An arrow in the night-”
“Bah.” I thrust him aside, succeeding only by the weight of my rank.
Anavar cautioned, “Slow, sir, or you’ll tear your stitches.”
On the battlement, I peered through an arrowport, while grizzled soldiers watched with amusement. I turned to the nearest. “Where are the riders with torches?”
He pointed. I could see nothing.
Carefully, clutching my side, I hoisted myself atop a keg of oil. “Ahhh.” For a moment I watched the lights dance ever so slowly closer.
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