by Anne Bishop
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“Where are you going?” Ranon asked.
Gray’s smile was razor-sharp. “I’m following my Queen’s command. I’m going to talk to somebody. ”
*I will take care of Gray,* Vae said, using a private psychic thread aimed at him.
Ranon waited until Gray rounded the corner of the house. Then he rubbed his hands over his face and sighed. After days of observing Gray and Cassidy’s silent argument, he wanted to talk to someone too. But he’d have to wait until Gray returned—or until Talon rose this evening and could take over the watch. Then he would go to his grandfather’s house, and Yairen would make a brew of spiced whiskey and coffee, a drink the old man only made when men needed to speak to other men about difficult matters.
He had no right to interfere between a man and a woman, but Cassidy was also his Queen, and he needed guidance in order to walk this particular knife’s edge.
He crossed the yard and knelt on the other side of Cassidy, who ignored him and continued to explain to Reyhana something about drawing out the full root of a weed.
“Look,” Ranon said quietly, “you probably don’t want anyone with a cock within twenty paces of you right now. ”
“That is correct,” Cassidy said, still not looking at him.
“If you promise that you’ll do nothing to hurt yourself because you’re upset with Gray, I’ll leave you in peace. ” Soon after she’d come to Dena Nehele, she’d worked her hands into a bloody mess because she was distraught over something Theran had done. The court had learned a hard lesson that day, and he wasn’t about to let it happen again. “Cassidy?”
“Why would she hurt herself over a man?” Reyhana said, bristling with challenge.
His temper sharpened. Reyhana wore Purple Dusk; he wore Opal. He couldn’t allow a challenge to go unanswered, even if the girl was a Queen. Especially because the girl was a Queen.
“Sister, you’re being disrespectful,” Cassidy said.
“But—”
“No,” Cassidy said. “Prince Ranon has reason to ask the question, and as one of my First Circle, he is within his rights to challenge me if he believes I am acting in a way that will cause me harm. ”
“Oh,” Reyhana said in a small voice.
“Are you asking as one of my First Circle?” Cassidy asked, finally looking at him.
He shook his head. “I’m asking as a friend. ”
Emotions flashed in her hazel eyes, which turned tear-bright for a moment—and he wondered if anyone in her previous court had given her more than duty.
“In that case, I give you my word as a friend that I won’t act imprudently because of this quarrel with Gray. ” She hesitated, then added on a psychic thread. *This quarrel with Gray upsets me, but it hasn’t hurt me. *
He nodded to indicate he understood the difference. “Then I’ll leave you Ladies to your work. ”
When he turned toward the boardinghouse, he froze for a moment before he strode across the lawn. With the exception of Talon and Theran, the rest of the First Circle was waiting for him.
“Is the Queen all right?” Powell asked when he joined them.
Ranon nodded.
“Is there anything we should do?” Archerr asked. “Powell, you’ve read those Protocol books more thoroughly than the rest of us. What do you say?”
“She gave her word that she wouldn’t do anything to hurt herself,” Ranon said quietly—and felt some of the tension ease in the other men.
“Can we scrounge a couple of chairs and a small table from somewhere?” Shaddo asked.
“For what?” Archerr asked.
“I noticed flagstones under the big tree,” Shaddo said. “They’re grown over some, but I think that area used to be a place for people to sit out under the shade. ”
“Ah. ” Powell smiled. “Chairs, a small table, cold drinks, and something to nibble. A subtle invitation to balance work and rest. ”
“If we start cleaning up the flagstones and hauling furniture out to the tree, won’t it be obvious what we’re doing—and why?” Archerr asked.
“Yes,” Ranon said. “But sometimes a suggestion made by actions instead of words is more easily heard—and also less likely to offend. ”
EBON ASKAVI
*High Lord? High Lord!*
“Now what?” Saetan muttered. Setting aside the book and just-warmed glass of yarbarah, he pushed out of the comfortable stuffed chair. Didn’tanyone remember that he had retired from the living Realms? “Come. ”
But it was Gray, not Vae, who walked into the room. One look at the young Warlord Prince’s face, and Saetan knew the reason for this particular visit.
“Lady Cassidy said I need to talk to someone,” Gray said.
I’ll bet she did,Saetan thought. Noticing the way Gray eyed the furniture and seemed ready to burst, he sent a thought to Draca, the Keep’s Seneschal. *I need some firewood in one of the courtyards now and refreshments in about thirty minutes. *
*I thought ass much,* Draca replied. *It iss already prepared. *
*You don’t have to sound so amused,* Saetan grumbled. Taking Gray’s arm, he said, “We will talk, but first things first. ”
Sun and shade, Saetan thought as he marched Gray out to the courtyard. Being in sunlight would have given him a vicious headache this late in the morning, but staying in the shade would give him enough time to deal with Gray before he needed to retire.
“Watch,” Saetan said. He picked up a piece of the firewood, held it over a large, wooden half barrel, released one tiny blast of Red power through his hands—and turned a piece of firewood as big as his thigh into wood chips.
Gray looked inside the barrel and frowned.
“Now you do it,” Saetan said.
“Why?”
He stared at the youngster until Gray picked up a piece of firewood.
“I don’t know how to do that,” Gray said.
Yes, you do. Placing his hands below Gray’s, he taught the boy how to destroy an object using power. Nothing Gray couldn’t do just by following instinct. But unleashing power and letting it destroy whatever was in its path wasn’t the same as unleashing it with control and purpose.
Once Gray had the sense of how much Purple Dusk power to use in order to blast the firewood into wood chips of an acceptable size, Saetan settled in the shade and watched Gray drain away the anger that had grown to the point of needing a target.
The barrel was half-filled with wood chips before Gray paused and said, “Why am I doing this?”
“Can you afford to replace furniture if you blast it into pieces?” Saetan asked mildly.
“No. ”
“That’s why you’re doing this. Chopping wood and using muscle instead of Craft works too, as long as you remember to shield before you pick up the ax. There is no reason to be careless or stupid just because your mind is chewing on a problem. In this case, you’re working off some temper by changing firewood into wood chips. ” Saetan paused, then added, “Which, I’m told, are an excellent mulch in a garden. ”
Gray’s mouth fell open. Then he began sputtering. “Garden? I’m making mulchfor a garden ?”
“Ironic, isn’t it?”
Gray huffed. He paced. He blasted a few more pieces of firewood into wood chips.
Finally he growled, “I guess Cassie is going to have plenty of mulch for her gardens. ”
“I know several Queens who always have plenty of mulch for their gardens,” Saetan said.
Gray stared at the barrel and sighed, the sign Saetan had been waiting for to indicate that enough of the boy’s temper was spent.
“There’s some water on the table over there,” Saetan said. “Pour a glass for yourself. You could use it by now. ”
There was more than water on the table. There was a basin of warm water, soap, and a towel; a plate of fruit, cheese, and small sandwiches; and a ravenglass goblet filled with yarbarah
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He watched Gray as the boy washed up before pouring a glass of water and drinking it. Strength and scars—and the temper that made a Warlord Prince a law unto himself. And a little something more.
Gray refilled the water glass, hesitated a moment over the plate of food, then picked up the yarbarah and brought it to him.
A simple choice, but it confirmed for him why Jared Blaed Grayhaven had made the journey from Dena Nehele to the Keep in Kaeleer in order to talk to him instead of talking to Talon or anyone else in Cassie’s court.
Gray had come for the same reason Khardeen, Aaron, Chaosti, and Elan had come to him when they needed to talk out frustration caused by a woman who was a lover as well as a Queen. He had been the Dark Court’s honorary uncle as well as the Steward, even before the court had officially formed. Those young men had come to him because they trusted his advice. They hadn’t always liked it, but they knew they could trust it.
Using Craft, Saetan floated the plate of food over to the bench where Gray sat, drinking water and staring at the flagstones.
“Do you want to talk or listen?” Saetan asked.
Gray shrugged.
Not a surprising response. Now that the anger had dimmed, unhappiness was settling in.
“Everything is supposed to befine now,” Gray muttered.
“In other words, Cassidy is tired of you being angry with her. ”
“Yeah. So I’m not supposed to be angry anymore. ” Gray’s hand tightened around the glass. “Well, I am angry. ”
“You’re entitled to your anger,” Saetan said quietly. “And it’s your choice how long you hold on to it. But people make mistakes. Most of the time, mistakes can be forgiven. Some mistakes do enough harm to break what two people feel for each other. Sometimes the anger doesn’t go away, and that means you need to walk away. ”
“Walk away from Cassie?” Gray looked shocked. “No!”
“Then you have to accept that she made an error in judgment. ”
“Because she doesn’t care enough about us to take care of herself. ” Saetan drank the yarbarah and let chilling silence fill the courtyard. Gray eyed him and wisely offered no other comment.
