Imager's Intrigue: The Third Book of the Imager Portfolio (56 page)

“That would be wonderful!” Her words and expression showed that she meant it. “Caartyl told me that you insisted on change for the Council.”

“I did try to stress the need for it.”

She laughed, harshly but softly. “He said that, without actually saying so, you informed Sebatyon that if he opposed change he was likely to follow Glendyl.”

“I didn’t say a thing.”

“There are times, dearest,” interjected Seliora, “when words are unnecessary for you.” She smiled at Juniae.

They both nodded.

Since they were clearly conspiring, I didn’t feel so bad about asking a question I’d pondered for some time. “Why did Geuffryt do it? So many years ago, that is?”

Juniae smiled sadly. “He wanted me to love him. I couldn’t do that. That was why he kept threatening to reveal things.”

“Why did you let him threaten you?”

“The longer I could play him off, the more I could do to change things. The books have been one way. That was my reasoning.” She offered a sad smile. “I’d like to think that those small efforts made a difference to your sister.”

“They did, and to me, as well.”

“And to many other women,” added Seliora.

“You are both kind.”

“I’ve not been accused of that much, especially recently,” I replied.

“You didn’t try to restrain Geuffryt, I heard.” The implication was clear. She believed I could have, and she was correct.

“No. It would have been more dangerous, and he had already destroyed enough lives.” All that was absolutely true.

“I think he feared you from the beginning,” she said in a low voice. “He said you were the most dangerous man in L’Excelsis. He was wrong. You offer the most promise to Solidar, but you are also the most dangerous man in Solidar, perhaps in the entire world.”

What could I say to that?

She turned to Seliora. “Our future lies in your hands and words.”

In a way, it did. Who else could I trust?

Juniae straightened “We will have you to dinner, and before long.” Then she smiled and slipped away.

Seliora reached out and took my hands. “We should dance.”

And so we did.