Pulling back her side of the coverlet with one hand, he reached his hand to touch her as he had touched her husband, reaching for the controls set by her father so many years before and adjusted by Jessamy for the specific purpose of this night's work. Alyce gave a low moan, but did not stir as he gently shifted her onto her back. But when he started to turn back her nightdress, her eyes opened to gaze at him in shock.
«Sire?» she breathed.
Panic overtook him, and he seized her wrist and reached for the controls again, at the same time trying to pull his robe around him, a part of him unable to comprehend why Jessamy's trigger had not worked. His mind surged across the physical link thus formed, but very solid shields flared between them, and he could not get past.
Anger made his own powers stir more potently, coiling in that secret place behind his eyes, but she only scrambled to a sitting position, her wrist still clasped in his hand, her own powers like an impenetrable wall between them as she laid her other hand on the wrist of her sleeping husband — tried and failed to rouse him.
«How have you done this to him, and what did you intend to do to me?» she demanded.
Once again he tried to take her mind, again clashing against those adamantine shields, feeling the killing power start to stir, as it had with Sief, all those years ago — but abruptly he backed down, releasing her wrist as if it were a bar of red-hot iron. Killing her was the last thing he wished to do, even if it meant that there would now be no magical protector for his sons.
«God, forgive me, Alyce!» he breathed.
Burying his face in his hands, he slid to the floor beside the bed, elbows braced against its edge, and wept — for the dead Krispin, for Jessamy, also in her grave, and for the child who now would never be. She watched him in silence for several long moments, again checking the sleeping Kenneth, then shifted to lift his head into her lap, rocking him against her breast as he sobbed on and on — and gradually confessed all.
By the time he had mostly spent his tears, she had wept as well, and scrubbed her sleeve across her eyes as he lifted his head, reluctant to meet her gaze. She said nothing as he hauled himself back up off his knees and gingerly sat on the edge of the bed.
«You must think me a terrible man», he said uncertainly. «And if you did, I would not blame you».
Slowly she shook her head, pitying him.
«No, not terrible», she replied. «But I think I now understand more of what a heavy weight it is to wear a crown. What pain you must have borne, when Krispin died — and to be forced to bear it in secret, unable to express your true loss…».
He nodded bleakly, his anguish etched on his weathered face.
«Jessamy was obliged to bear it all — and all her sacrifice was for naught, in the end». He hung his head. «I don't know why I thought I might repeat the same exercise. I suppose I wanted to re-create Krispin. But of course, that would never have happened, even had I succeeded in what I set out to do tonight. I did consider simply asking you openly — but there was Kenneth, who is my friend — or, who was my friend, I suppose, once he learns what has happened here tonight».
«But nothing happened here, Sire», she said softly.
«It would have happened, if I'd had my way — much to my shame».
«But it did not». She glanced across at Kenneth, still oblivious. «And it could not», she added in a whisper.
He looked at her in question. «I don't understand».
«You should wake Kenneth now, Sire», she said, ignoring his comment. «Or — no, give his controls to me, and I shall wake him. And before I do, I shall give him the gist of what has happened — and of your need».
He started to get up, but she stayed him with a hand on his wrist, only nodding toward Kenneth. Bracing himself, the king rose enough to wrap his robe more closely around himself, then settled back again on her side of the bed, stretching then to set his hand on Kenneth's forehead, as Alyce did the same.
The touch of her mind was gentle now, taking the controls he gave, and he bowed his head as he withdrew, in awe of her grace, leaving it to her to do what she felt needful.
After a moment, Alyce, too, withdrew her hand, and Donal dared to look back at both of them. He saw the tenderness as she bent to press a gentle kiss to her husband's brow, tensed as the other man's eyelids flickered and then the sea-gray eyes opened.
Their gaze was cool at first, appraising, measuring. But then he sat up wordlessly to take his wife in his arms and hold her to his breast, the while not taking his eyes from the king's.
After a moment, as Alyce straightened and turned within the circle of his arm, to lean against his chest and also meet the king's eyes, Kenneth gave a cautious sigh.
«I grieve with you, Sire, for your loss», he said quietly. «You have had to live with your grief in silence, since that awful morning when we found the boy in the well. And I understand what you meant to do, and why».
«Can you forgive me?» Donal managed to ask.
«Yes», Kenneth said. «And I can do more than that — because you are my king, and I and mine are in your service, and in your homage — and in your love, I hope».
«I don't understand», Donal whispered.
Kenneth gave a quiet smile and pulled Alyce momentarily closer to him, gently kissing the lips she turned to his.
«Alyce is already with child, Sire», he murmured. «At least she tells me she is. Apparently, Deryni can sense these things long before another might guess».
«But-how…?»
«Quite frankly, it was probably akin to the way your Krispin was conceived», Kenneth allowed, raising a droll eyebrow. «You gave me little opportunity for more leisurely coupling with my wife, in these past few months. It will have happened last month, when I was carrying dispatches back and forth between here and Coroth. I think I was home for all of an hour that week — and well aware that new dispatches were being readied for my immediate return to the road.
«But one makes do when one must», he said, bending to kiss her again. «And the timing, apparently, was fortuitous.
«This child is truly meant to be, Sire», Alyce murmured. «And I believe it will be a son. If you wish it, he can be your son, in every way save of your blood, raised to be a loyal companion and protector to Prince Brion, with the powers of a Deryni to aid him».
«What are you saying?» Donal whispered.
«She's saying that we shall give him to you, Sire», Kenneth said. «Not physically, but in the sense of loyalty and power and utter devotion to your House. If you will have him».
Epilogue
«Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee, and before thou earnest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee…»[31]
In due course, Alyce's pregnancy became obvious to all with eyes to see. The queen, too, was found to be again with child; and the relationship of the two women shifted subtly as Alyce joined her in the role of wife and mother-to-be. Both prospective fathers doted on their pregnant wives, and each paid due deference to the other's spouse. It was a time of tranquility and expectation.
«He actually did it!» said Oisín Adair, in a reaction mixed of amazement and admiration, when Seisyll had reported the dual pregnancies to the Camberian Council. «And not just Alyce, but the queen as well!»
«Well, hopefully not both at once», Vivienne said primly, though she was doing her best not to smirk. «Still, it has been a remarkable achievement. Who would have thought the old man had it in him anymore?»
Seisyll shook his head, smiling. «Never underestimate Donal Haldane», he said. «In his long and colorful life, he has accomplished a great deal that no one would have expected».
«When will she give birth?» Khoren asked.
«Early in the autumn, by all the signs», Seisyll replied. «And the queen at about the same time».
«Just bear in mind that Alyce's child could be a girl», Dominy reminded them.
«That would only matter for the Corwyn succession», Seisyll replied. «If Donal's purpose was
to beget a future protector for his sons — a Deryni protector — a woman could serve as well as a man, provided she had the proper training. We could ensure that she had that training. I could ensure it; or another could be recruited».
«True enough», Michon agreed.
«Then, it appears we have only to wait until the autumn, to see what fruit is borne from the king's new experiment», Barrett said.
* * *
That summer was a welcome season of peace, allowing Kenneth the leisure to finally settle into contented domesticity with his new wife. Aside from the three present that January night in their apartments, none knew of the incident. Zoë Morgan spent nearly every waking hour in the company of Alyce and the queen, marveling at these new pregnancies and delighting in the prospect of a new half-sibling.
Toward midsummer, Alyce was able to confirm that her child would be a boy. The king, too, was told, and was present outside the birthing room late in September, when Alyce de Corwyn, wife of Sir Kenneth Morgan, was brought to bed of a hale and healthy son, with wisps of white-blond hair and light eyes already full of infant wisdom. Zoë had attended the birth, assisting the royal midwife and lending the mother her strength, and helped clean up babe and mother before admitting her father to behold his son.
Kenneth entered very tentatively, craning his neck for a glimpse of the babe as he approached his wife's bed. Alyce's face, as she looked up at him over the downy head cupped at her breast, proclaimed joy and contentment along with the weariness of the birthing — and love for the man who sat tentatively on the edge of the bed and bent to kiss her forehead.
«Are you well, dearest heart?» he whispered.
She smiled and lifted her lips to his. «I am well», she replied. «And we have a son, indeed».
As she glanced down adoringly at the child in her arms, briefly pulling aside his blankets to display his perfect form, Kenneth let his eyes drink in the wonder of the babe, bent to kiss the golden fluff at the top of his head.
«May I hold him?» he murmured.
«Of course».
He was cradling his son, murmuring sweet nothings as he sat close beside the mother, when Zoë admitted the king to the chamber and quietly withdrew. Both parents looked up as the king approached, and Kenneth gathered his son in his arms as he stood, beckoning the king closer with his eyes. Donal Haldane's gaze did not leave Kenneth's as he came to stand toe-to-toe with the man who held what had been so earnestly desired.
«Sire», Kenneth said steadily, «eight months ago, in this room, we made you a solemn pledge. You need not fear that we will fail to honor it. We give you a future protector for your sons».
And with those simple words, he laid the child in the king's arms.
«Your Majesty, I am honored to present my son, Alaric Anthony Morgan».
* * *
Six weeks later, in the chapel royal at Rhemuth Castle, the child was officially christened with that name — the Anthony for Kenneth's grandfather, Kai Anthony, who had fought at the side of Malcolm Haldane at Killingford. Also christened on that day was the newest Haldane prince, born a week after young Alaric and given a string of royal names to live up to: Jathan Joachim Richard Urien.
But both boys received illustrious godparents on that day. Duke Richard and Sir Tiarnán MacRae were among those standing for young Prince Jathan; young Alaric had his half-sister Zoë, the visibly pregnant Lady Vera Howard McLain, now Countess of Kierney, Sir Jovett Chandos, in from Cynfyn, and Sir Sé Trelawney. It was not until later that afternoon, while taking refreshments in the great hall, that Lord Seisyll Arilan finally got an opportunity to hold the newly baptized Alaric in his arms — and made a discovery that was to cause great consternation, when he reported back to his colleagues of the Camberian Council.
For, whatever else he was, Alaric Anthony Morgan was not the son of Donal Haldane. What he might become, only time would tell.
APPENDIX I
Index of Characters
AHERN JERNIAN DE CORWYN, LORD — son and heir of Keryell Earl of Lendour and Stevana de Corwyn; twin to Marie de Corwyn.
ALARIC ANTHONY MORGAN — infant son of Alyce de Corwyn Morgan and Sir Kenneth Kai Morgan.
ALAZAIS MORGAN — youngest daughter of Sir Kenneth Morgan.
*ALBADORE, SAINT — a patron saint of lost things.
ALEXANDER DARBY, FATHER — violently anti-Deryni priest and former physician in Carthane.
ALINOR CARDIEL, LADY — second wife of Mikhail Prince of Andelon, sister of Thomas.
ALVIN DE MARCO — a guard in the retinue of Lord Deldour.
ALYCE JAVANA DE CORWYN, LADY — elder daughter of Keryell Earl of Lendour and Stevana de Corwyn.
ANDREW MCLAIN, DUKE — Duke of Cassan, father of Jared.
ANGELUS, FATHER — a chaplain to Queen Richeldis.
ANJELICA — maid to Lady Jessamy.
ANNALIND, PRINCESS — a princess of Meara, younger twin of Roisian.
ARDRY MACARDRY — infant son of Caulay Earl of Transha.
*ATUN, PRINCE — late Prince of Andelon, father of Mikhail and Khoren.
AURÉLIEN DE COURCY — son of Michon and husband of Sieffany MacAthan.
BARRETT DE LANEY — blind member of the Camberian Council; brother of Dominy de Laney.
BASIL OF CASTLEROO — a Mearan rebel.
BENJAMIN — servant in the employ of Seisyll Arilan.
BENROY, FATHER — weak-sighted scrivener and chaplain at Arc-en-Ciel.
BLAINE EMANUEL RICHARD CINHIL HALDANE, PRINCE — second son of Donal King of Gwynedd.
BLAISE OF TRURILL — a Mearan rebel.
BRENDAN, BROTHER — a dark at Rhemuth.
BRIGETTA DELACORTE, LADY — a junior lady-in-waiting to Queen Richeldis.
BRION DONAL CINHIL URIEN HALDANE, PRINCE — firstborn son and heir of King Donal.
BRONNA, LADY — a nurse to the royal children.
CAITRIN OF MEARAN, PRINCESS — daughter of Judhael of Meara, sister of Princess Onora.
*CASSIANUS DE LANEY — deceased older brother of Dominy and Barrett.
CERYS DEVANE — a student at Arc-en-Ciel, Alyce's original roommate, who later takes the veil as Sister Ins Cerys.
*CHARLAN MORGAN, SIR — former squire to Javan Haldane, treacherously killed with him; distant cousin of Sir Kenneth Morgan.
CLARICE, LADY — a lady-in-waiting to Queen Richeldis.
*COLMAN, KING — deceased King of Howicce and Llannedd, father of Queen Richeldis.
*CORBAN HOWELL, SIR — deceased Earl of Eastmarch.
CRAWFORD, MASTER — a guard at Rhemuth Castle.
*CYNFYN OF LENDOUR — deceased son of Keryell Earl of Lendour by his first marriage.
*DAMIAN CATHCART — a general/tactician of the past.
DEINOL HARTMANN, SIR — seneschal at Castle Cynfyn.
DELDOUR, LORD — a lord of Carthane, and one of the ringleaders of an anti-Deryni lay group centered on the ministry of Bishop Oliver de Nore; Father Septimus becomes his chaplain.
DENIT, FATHER — queen's chaplain in 1088.
DESMOND MACCARTNEY, BISHOP — Auxiliary Bishop of Rhemuth, brother of William.
DOMINY DE LANEY — sister of Barrett, member of the Camberian Council.
DONAL BLAINE AIDAN CINHIL HALDANE, KING — King of Gwynedd, Prince of Meara, and Lord of the Purple March.
DONNARD, MASTER — Duke Richard's battle-surgeon in 1086.
*DULCHESSE, QUEEN — childless first queen of Donal Haldane.
EDWARD — a carpenter at Rhemuth Castle.
EDWINA — Zoë's original roommate at Arc-en-Ciel, from Llannedd.
ELAINE MACINNIS, LADY — daughter of Manfred MacInnis and Signe Calder of Sheele; first wife of Jared Earl of Kierney, and mother of Kevin McLain.
EVAN SULLIVAN, SIR — human buyer of horses at manor of Arkella, north of Ratharkin. (Kindaloo is farther along.)
FARIAN, FATHER — a young dark at Rhemuth.
*FERROL HOWARD, SIR — slain 1025 at Killingford with King Urien an
d buried in crypt beneath Rhemuth Cathedral.
FRANCIS DELANEY — a Mearan rebel.
GEILL MORGAN — middle daughter of Sir Kenneth Morgan.
GERALD — a squire in the service of King Donal.
*GRANIA DE CORWYN, LADY — mother of Stevana and grandmother of Alyce, Marie, Ahern, and Vera.
GWENAËL, QUEEN — Queen of Llannedd and mother of Queen Richeldis.
HAMBERT HAMILTON, SIR — seneschal of Coroth.
IERY — Marie's roommate at Arc-en-Ciel.
ILLANN, KING — King of Howicce and, after the death of Queen Gwenaël, King of Llannedd; brother of Queen Richeldis.
IOLO MELANDRY, SIR — royal governor of Ratharkin, hanged by rebels.
IRIS ALTHEA, SISTER — mistress of scriptorium at Arc-en-Ciel.
IRIS ANTHONY, SISTER — professed nun at Arc-en-Ciel.
IRIS JESSILDE, SISTER — second daughter of Jessamy MacAthan, a novice at Arc-en-Ciel.
IRIS JUDIANA, MOTHER — Superior at Arc-en-Ciel; daughter of a Bremagni duke, educated at Rhaname.
IRIS MART, SISTER — a professed nun at Arc-en-Ciel.
IRIS ROSE, SISTER — a novice at Arc-en-Ciel.
ISAN FITZMARTIN — a page in the household of King Donal, son of Lady Megory Fitzmartin.
IVONE — a squire to King Donal in 1086.
JARED MCLAIN, EARL OF KIERNEY — only son of Andrew Duke of Cassan.
*JEPPE LASCELLES — one of the Gwynedd generals at Killingford.
JESIANA MACATHAN — a daughter of Jessamy and Sief MacAthan.
JESSAMY FERCH LEWYS MACATHAN — daughter of Lewys ap Norfal and Lady Ilde; wife of Sief MacAthan. Mother of four living daughters and Krispin MacAthan.
JESSILDE MACATHAN — see Iris Jessilde, sister.
JIRI REDFEARN, SIR — an aide to King Donal.
JODOTHA — a legendary Deryni of the seventh century.
*JOLYON OF MEARA, PRINCE — last sovereign Prince of Meara, husband of Urracca, father of Roisian and Annalind.
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