To Darkness Fled (10 page)

Sir Gavin jerked his head in a bow. "You're most kind."

Achan wasn't convinced.

* * *

Achan's chamber was a mini great hall paneled in dark wood. The room stretched lengthwise with narrow doors for servants on each end. White crown molding edged the ceiling and lined pocket niches along the walls that held nude gilded statues. A turquoise rug covered the center of the intricately painted gold and black wooden floor.

A colossal bedstead, centered on the wall opposite the entrance, dominated the room. It had a turquoise and gold silk canopy that tied back against four fluted wooden pillars. The carved headboard ran up the wall and held a marble bust of Avenis. At least a dozen square and round pillows of black, turquoise, or gold lay piled on the mattress itself.

To the left of the bed
, a fire burned in a marble hearth as high as Achan's head. Two massive candelabra hung from the ceiling, holding thin white candles. Fancy furnishings stood about the room: wooden chairs painted white with gold leaf flowers, half pillars holding ornate vases, paintings of half-dressed people framed in gold leaf, and ornate bronze wall sconces every three paces.

"
Delightful
host." Sir Caleb removed his shield and set it against the wall. He shrugged off his pack and fell onto one of the white chairs. It creaked under his weight. "I've never witnessed such a display of arrogance and ignorance in the same man."

"I have." Achan crossed the wool rug, thinking of Esek. Riga Hoff held both traits as well. Achan paused at the bed and stroked the silk bedspread.

"'Tis no matter," Sir Gavin said. "If we mean to promote Achan as king, he'll need to be seen, and often. We must form a plan for his presentation."

"But not until we have an army to protect him," Sir Caleb said. "As is, we're elk in a barren field. I don't trust Septon Eli. And I certainly don't trust Jaelport."

"Nor I, but we've little choice but to play along for now."

Achan sank onto the edge of the feather mattress. "Do I get to sleep in this bed?"

"Lord Eli does present a good point," Sir Caleb said. "Esek has obviously aligned with Jaelport. We should find a bride for the prince, as well."

Warmth tingled up the back of Achan's neck. "What?"

Sparrow nudged Achan's foot with his boot. "Lady Jaira
would
bring a powerful ally in Jaelport."

Achan snapped out of the daze Sir Caleb's comment had evoked. "That's not funny."

"If Hamartano would truly be marrying one daughter to Esek and the other to Achan," Inko said, "he's not really being our ally. By his pledging one daughter to each man, he's securing himself a queen. That's being his only agenda."

Sir Caleb snorted. "Don't assume Lord Hamartano has an agenda. He simply does his wife's will."

"And no woman I ever met would be more capable of assassination than Lady Jaira," Achan said. "I'd be dead in a week. She's hated me from first glance."

Sparrow nudged his foot again. "Only when she believed you were a lowly stray. Give the lady a chance to redeem herself now that she knows your true birthright."

Achan spoke through clenched teeth. "Enough jesting."

Sparrow shrugged. "I am only pointing out that Lady Jaira is known to fancy high-born, wealthy men."

Achan's tone lightened. "Well, I'm not wealthy. Am I, Sir Gavin?"

Sir Gavin stroked his beard braid. "Achan, don't worry--"

"I am sure we could raise enough to turn Lady Jaira's regal head," Sparrow said.

Achan stood up so he could tower over the boy. "Then why don't you marry her?"

Sparrow propped his fists on his hips. "We both know how she feels about strays, Your Highness."

"Hush, lads!" Sir Gavin said.

"And don't even joke about an alliance with Jaelport, Vrell." Sir Caleb's bushy eyebrows pinched. "You cannot trust them. Ever."

Achan fell back onto the cushy bed. "I don't want to marry anyone. I just want to lie low for a while."

"People swore fealty to you at Council," Sir Caleb said. "The people want you as their king. You cannot hide. And you
should
choose a bride soon. Align with a powerful ally. If Esek is sworn in as king and takes up residence in Armonguard, the people will likely protest, possibly revolt. We need to gather supporters who'll rally the people in our favor when the timing is right. We need organization. A bride is a necessary step."

"But not the first one and nothing we must decide tonight." Sir Gavin fell onto one of the white chairs and groaned. "Put it out of your mind for now."

"But I...why should I..." Achan stammered. "You're really going to force me to marry?"

"Every king must have a queen, Your Highness." Sir Caleb pulled his cloak off over his head, causing his short blond hair to frizz out. "Er'Rets has been without a king for too long. Even now, if Esek or even you were to take the throne, many won't follow. They've been following their own agendas for so long, they don't want a king. We must convince them they need one.

"Most Kinsmen, true Kinsmen, will follow you. But the Kinsman population alone won't give us enough allies to take the throne. The majority--Poroo, Otherling, Giants, Chuma, Wildermen, Cela--will follow the coin. We have little funds. A bride can rectify that."

Achan's stomach churned. "I won't marry someone for money nor will I bribe people to follow me. Esek will always offer more, and when my back is turned, someone will stick a knife in it."

"Aye," Sir Gavin said. "Know then that you'll always have far more enemies than allies until this is over."

Achan stared into the blazing flames in the hearth. "That I'm used to."

A knock at the door stilled the conversation. Inko let in two servants, carrying a wooden tub between them. Three more followed with steaming kettles of water. The servants set the tub in front of the hearth and began filling it.

A sixth man entered holding dark blue folded fabric and bowed. He handed the fabric to Sparrow. "A robe for after His Highness' bath." He stepped toward Achan. "And I'm to measure His Royal Highness for his new ensemble."

"For the sake of the gods," Achan murmured.

Sir Caleb waved him forward. "Nothing too garish, now."

The tailor measured Achan's waist, chest, arms, and legs, then bowed and departed. The other servants left as well.

Sir Gavin turned to Sir Caleb. "I'll stay behind with Achan if you and Inko would like to visit the steams. He'll be ready to dress by the time you're finished, then I can go down."

"I can dress myself," Achan said.

Inko lifted his pack. "Vrell can be coming along. Vrell?"

Sparrow's eyes widened and he shifted from Achan's side to Sir Gavin's chair.

Sir Gavin put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I need Vrell's help. He'll have to go later."

9

Vrell sat cross-legged on her bed in the servant's quarters adjoining Achan's chambers, perusing the sparse contents of her satchel. Esek's sleeve was the only fabric left. Perhaps Lord Eli would replenish her stores. She would hate to have to use Esek's sleeve as a bandage. She also hoped to bathe. Her skin felt like a tree in Darkness.

The tiny room was only big enough for two beds separated by a narrow fireplace. A sliver of mirrorglass hung above the fireplace. She carried her toothcloth and toothpick there and began to pick her teeth, savoring the opportunity to clean them without an audience. Her solitude inspired her to bloodvoice Mother. She explained where she was and all that had transpired.

I am glad you confided in Sir Gavin
, Mother said.
You can trust his wisdom.

Sir Gavin said you stormed the mage. He explained the concept, but what did you do exactly?

Storming is a complicated process. You must not attempt to do it on your own. Sir Gavin told me how it weakened you. I was foolish to risk you without knowing how you would fare. When you are home, I will teach you all you want to know about your gift. For now, do nothing to endanger yourself. Promise me?

Yes, Mother.
Vrell's gums itched. She traded her toothpick for the toothcloth and pressed it against her bleeding gums.
What happened the day of the Council meeting? Why did we lose contact?

One of Lord Nathak's shadows had been working in our kitchens. He tainted my meal with aleh. It had been so long since I had tasted it, I didn't realize what happened until it was too late. I instantly requested karpos fruit but there was none to be found. My guards investigated and discovered that a servant was seen leaving the castle with a basket of karpos. It seems Lord Nathak's shadow stole them all.

Vrell rubbed her toothcloth over her bottom teeth.
Did you find out who he was?

A new man, naturally. Went by the name of Jamon. Captain Loam believes the name is false and he was one of Esek Nathak's old squires.

Really? Which one?
For Vrell had met many over recent years, though most did not stay squires for long. Esek tended to injure them.

Captain Loam did not recall. Only that he'd seen the man at tournament.

The door to Vrell's room swung in. Vrell closed her mind and hid her teeth-cleaning tools behind her back.

Sir Gavin entered, looking clean and tidy. His long white hair slicked back on top, partly tied back. The rest hung straight to his waist, as did his beard braid, now smooth and tight. He set a stack of clothing on Vrell's bed. "Achan went with Caleb to fit the clothes Lord Eli ordered. The tailor sent this for you. Should you like a bath, Achan's water is still warm. Sorry I can't get fresh, but I'll stand guard. Also..." He tapped a small leather bundle atop the folded clothing. "I asked Lord Eli if he had a gift I could take my niece in Melas."

Vrell looked from Sir Gavin's blue eye to his brown. "I did not know you had a niece."

"I don't." The old knight winked his brown eye. "Enjoy your bath, my lady."

Vrell opened the bundle and found a mirror, comb, and bar of rose-scented soap. She squealed and hugged Sir Gavin around the middle. "Thank you, good sir! I shall be quick."

Vrell turned every nude statue in Achan's room to face the wall, and, despite the used water, savored the bath. She couldn't tell her leech wounds from mosquito bites at this point. For all she'd been through in the past few days, she was remarkably unscathed. She tugged the snarls from her hair with her new comb. Mold speckled the belly of her padded disguise. She needed to air it out, fill it with fresh wool. How would she ever have the opportunity?

Reluctantly, she put the undergarment back on and dressed in the royal blue tunic and black trousers Sir Gavin had brought. She cracked open the door to the hallway.

Sir Gavin turned to the door. "Feel better?"

"Much." Vrell exited and closed the door behind her.

Sir Gavin offered his arm. "Time for dinner."

Vrell slid her fingers around Sir Gavin's forearm and allowed him to lead her down the hall. What freedom to be herself, however brief. She straightened her back and held her head high. Footsteps on the stairs caused her to release Sir Gavin's arm. A servant flowed off the landing and strode the opposite direction, holding a kettle of water.

Vrell flushed. How could she have been so careless?

"My apologies," Sir Gavin said in a low voice. "Probably not the best idea."

Vrell pushed the near miss away with a smile as they made their way downstairs. "How long will we remain here?"

"Just tonight. Lord Eli invited us for longer, but I'll not tarry. Not here."

Vrell agreed. She did not trust Lord Eli either.

Sir Gavin stopped on the landing halfway down where the staircase furled out into the pillared foyer like a river into the sea. Hearty smells drifted on the air. Vrell's stomach growled, then tightened when she saw Achan.

He stood with Lord Eli at the entrance to the great hall, looking every bit like a rich, exotic prince. He wore a black leather doublet over a royal blue tunic embroidered with silver thread. The sleeves dangled past his fingertips. Silver buckles cinched black trousers below his knees where they met shiny black boots. His black hair slicked back into a braided tail, held in place by a sparkling jewel. No bandage covered his scruffy cheeks, but his facial hair had been trimmed into the start of a beard that would eventually hide his scars.