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Chapter 9~10

  Chapter 9

  In that moment, Tavi understood a single, terrifying fact; the fate of the First Lord, and therefore of all Alera, was utterly in his hands.

  What he did in the next moments, he knew, would have repercussions that would echo throughout the Realm. His immediate impulse was to run screaming for help, but he stopped himself and as Maestro Killian had taught them, he forced himself to slow down and set his emotion aside to work through the problem with cold logic.

  He could not simply call for the guards. They would come, of course, and physicians would care for the First Lord, but then it would all be out in the open. If it became widely known that the First Lord's health had failed, it could prove disastrous in dozens of ways.

  Tavi was not privy to the private counsels of the First Lord, but neither was he dull of ear or mind. He knew, from bits of conversation overheard while on his duties, more or less what was going on in the Realm. Gaius was in a tenuous position before several of the more ambitious High Lords. He was an old man without an heir, and should they begin regarding him as a failing old man with no heir, it could trigger uprisings, anything from the official processes of the Senate and Council of Lords to a full-fledged military struggle. That was precisely why Gaius had re-formed the Crown Legion, after all, to increase the security of his reign and reduce the chances of a civil war.

  But it also meant that anyone determined to take power from Gaius would almost certainly be forced to fight. The very idea of the Legions and Lords of Alera making war on one another would have been incomprehensible to Tavi before the events of the Second Battle of Calderon. But Tavi had seen the results of furies wielded against Aleran citizens and soldiers, and those images still haunted his nightmares.

  Tavi shuddered. Crows and furies, not that. Not again.

  Tavi checked the old man. His heart was still beating, though not in steady rhythm. His breathing was shallow, but sure. Tavi could do nothing more for him, which meant that he had to have someone's help. But whom could he trust with this? Who would Gaius have trusted?

  "Sir Miles, fool," he heard himself say. "Miles is captain of the Crown Legion. The First Lord trusts him, or Gaius wouldn't have given him command of five thousand armed men inside his own walls. "

  Tavi had no choice but to leave the fallen man's side to send for the grizzled captain. He rolled his cloak beneath Gaius's head, then tore a cushion from the First Lord's chair to elevate the old man's legs. Then he turned and sprinted up the stairs to the second guardroom.

  But as he approached, he heard raised voices. Tavi stopped, heart pounding. Did someone already know what had happened? He slipped forward cautiously, until he could see the backs of the guards at the second duty station. The legionares were all standing, and all had hands on their weaponry. Even as Tavi watched, he heard boots hitting the floor in unison, and the men who had been taking their turns in sleep came out of the bunk room in hastily donned armor.

  "I am very sorry, sir," said Bartos, the senior legionare at the station. "But His Majesty is unavailable while in his private chambers. "

  The voice that spoke next was not human. It was too vastly deep, too resonant, and the words twisted and oddly stretched, as if they'd been torn and rent by the fanged mouth where they'd been born.

  One of the Canim had come down the stairs, and towered over the legionares in the guardroom.

  Tavi had seen one of the Realm's deadliest enemies only once in two years, and that had been from a distance. He had heard the tales of them, of course, but they had not adequately impressed upon him the effect of the creatures' presence. Not adequately at all.

  The Cane stood at its full height, and the ten-foot ceiling barely allowed it. Covered with fur the color of the darkest depths of night, the creature stood upon two legs, with the mass of two or three big legionares. Its shoulders looked too narrow for its height, and its arms were longer than human proportions. Its long, blunt fingers were tipped with dark claws. The Cane had a head that reminded Tavi unpleasantly of the direwolves that had accompanied the Wolf Clan of the Marat, though broader, its muzzle shorter. Massive muscles framed the Cane's jawline, and Tavi knew that its sharp, gleaming white-yellow teeth could snap through a man's arm or leg without particular effort. The Cane's eyes were amber yellow set against dark scarlet, and it gave the creature the look of something that saw everything through a veil of blood.

  Tavi studied the creature more closely. This Cane was dressed in clothing similar to Aleran in fashion, though made with far greater lengths of cloth. It wore colors of grey and black exclusively, and over that the odd Canim-style circular cloak that draped over the back and half of the Cane's chest. Where fur showed through, thin spots and white streaks marked dozens of battle scars. One triangular ear, notched and torn to ragged edges with old wounds, sported a gleaming golden ring hung with a skull carved from some stone or gem the color of blood. A similar ring glittered amidst the dark fur covering its left hand, and at its side the Cane wore one of the huge, scything war swords of its kind.

  Tavi bit his lip, recognizing the Cane from its clothing, demeanor, and appearance. Ambassador Varg, the local packmaster of the Canim embassy and the spokesman for its people to the Alerans.

  "Perhaps you did not hear me, legionare," the Cane literally growled. More teeth showed. "I require counsel with your First Lord. You will conduct me to him at once. "

  "With respect, Lord Ambassador," Bartos replied, his teeth clenched over the words, "His Majesty has not apprised me of your coming, and my standing orders are to see to it that he is not disturbed during his meditations. "

  Varg snarled. Every legionare in the room leaned slightly away from the Cane-and they were some of the best the Realm had to offer. Tavi swallowed. If veteran fighting men who had actually faced the Canim in battle were afraid of Ambassador Varg, it would be with good reason.

  Anger and scorn rang in Varg's snarling words. "Obviously, Gaius could not know of my coming when it is an unexpected visit. The matter is of import to both your folk and mine. " Varg took a deep breath, lips lifting away from an arsenal of fangs. One clawed hand fell to the hilt of its blade. "The commander at the first station was most polite. It would be polite for you to also stand out of my way. "

  Bartos's gaze flickered around the room as though searching for options. "It simply is not possible," the legionare said.

  "Little man," said Varg, its voice dropping to a barely audible rumble. "Do not test my resolve. "

  Bartos did not respond at once, and Tavi knew, knew it by sheer instinct, that it was a mistake. His hesitation was a declaration of weakness, and to do such a thing before any aggressive predator was to invite it to attack. If that happened, the situation could only become worse, not better.

  Tavi had to act. His heart thudded in fear, but he forced his face into a cold mask, and strode briskly into the guardroom. "Legionare Bartos," he said in a ringing tone. "The First Lord requires the presence of Sir Miles, immediately. "

  The room fell into a started silence. Bartos turned his head and blinked at Tavi, his face covered in surprise. Tavi had never spoken in that tone of voice to the legionares. He'd have to apologize to Bartos later.

  "Well, legionare?" Tavi demanded. "What is the delay? Send a man for Miles at once. "

  "Uh," Bartos said. "Well, the Ambassador here desires to meet with the First Lord as quickly as possible. "

  "Very well," Tavi said. "I will so inform him when I return with Sir Miles. "

  Varg let out a basso snarl that vibrated against Tavi's chest. "Unacceptable. You will lead me down to Gaius's chambers and announce me to him. "

  Tavi stared at Varg for a long and silent moment. Then slowly arched an eyebrow. "And you are?"

  It was a calculated insult, given the Ambassador's notoriety in the Citadel, and Varg had to know it. Its amber eyes burned with fury, but it snarled, "Ambassador Varg of the Canim. "

  "Oh," Tavi sai
d. "I'm afraid I did not see your name on the list of appointments for this evening. "

  "Um," Bartos said.

  Tavi rolled his eyes and glared at Bartos. "The First Lord wants Miles now, legionare. "

  "Oh," Bartos said. "Of course. Nils. "

  One of the men edged his way around the furious Cane and set off up the stairs at a slow jog. He'd have a hard time of it in full armor, Tavi knew. Miles wouldn't get there anytime soon. "Have the captain report to the First Lord the moment he arrives," Tavi said, and turned to leave.

  Varg snarled, and Tavi whirled in time to see it sweep out one arm and toss Bartos aside like a rag doll. The Cane moved with unearthly speed, and with a single bound landed beside Tavi and seized him in one clawed and long-fingered hand. Varg thrust its mouth down at Tavi's face, and the boy's vision filled with a view of wicked fangs. The Cane's breath was hot, damp, and smelled vaguely of old meat. The Cane itself smelled strange, an acrid but subtle scent like nothing Tavi had known before. "Take me to him now, boy, before I tear out your throat. I grow weary of-"

  Tavi drew the dagger at his belt from beneath his cloak with liquid speed, and laid the tip of the blade hard against Ambassador Varg's throat.

  The Cane stopped talking for a startled second, and its bloody eyes narrowed to golden slits. "I could tear you apart. "

  Tavi kept his voice in the same hard, commanding, coldly polite tone. "Indeed. After which you will shortly bleed to death, Lord Ambassador. " Tavi glared back hard into Varg's eyes. He was terrified, but knew that he did not dare allow it to show through. "You would ill serve your own lord by dying in such an ignominious fashion. Slain by a human cub. "

  "Take me to Gaius," Varg said. "Now. "

  "It is Gaius who rules here," Tavi said. "Not you, Ambassador. "

  "It is not Gaius whose claws rest near your heart, human cub. " Tavi felt the Cane's claws press harder against his flesh.

  Tavi showed his teeth in a mirthless grin. He pressed the dagger a bit more heavily into the thick fur beneath Varg's muzzle. "I, like His Majesty's legionares, obey his commands regardless of how inconvenient it may be to you. You will release me, Lord Ambassador. I will take your request to His Majesty at the earliest opportunity, and I will bring you his reply personally the instant he releases me to do so. Or, if you prefer, I can open your throat, you can tear me to bits, and we will both die for no reason. The choice is yours. "

  "Do you think I am afraid to die?" the Cane asked. Varg's dark nostrils flared, and it continued to study Tavi's face, teeth exposed.

  Tavi stared back, praying that his hands didn't start shaking, and kept the pressure on the tip of his knife. "I think your death here, like this, will not serve your people. "

  A snarl bubbled in Varg's words. "What do you know of my people?"

  "That they have bad breath, sir, if you are any indication. "

  Varg's claws twitched.

  Tavi wanted to scream at himself for being a fool, but he kept his mask on, his dagger firm.

  Varg's head jerked up, and it let out a barking sound. It released Tavi. The boy fell a step back, and lowered the knife, his heart pounding.

  "You smell of fear, boy," Varg said. "And you are a runt, even of your kind. And a fool. But at least you know of duty. " The Cane tilted its head to one side, baring a portion of its throat. The gesture looked exceedingly odd, but it reminded Tavi of a respectful nod of the head, somehow.

  He dipped his head slightly in his own nod, never letting his gaze waver, and put the dagger away.

  The Cane swept its eyes across the legionares, contempt in its expression. "You will all regret this. Soon. "

  And with that, Varg settled its cloak about it and stalked back out of the room to the winding staircase up. It made that same barking sound again, but the Cane did not look back.

  Tavi's legs shook hard. He half stumbled to a trestle-bench, and sank down onto it.

  "What the crows was that all about?" Bartos stammered a second later. "Tavi, what do you think you were playing at?"

  Tavi waved his hand, trying not to let it tremble. "Bartos, sir, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I offer you my apologies, but I felt it was necessary to appear to be your superior. "

  The legionare traded looks with some of his companions, then asked, "Why?"

  "You hesitated. He would have attacked you. "

  Bartos frowned. "How do you know?"

  Tavi fumbled for words. "I learned a lot on my steadholt. One of the things I learned was how to deal with predators. You can't show them any hesitation or fear, or they'll go for you. "

  "And you think I was showing him fear?" Bartos demanded. "Is that it? That I was acting like a coward?"

  Tavi shook his head, and avoided looking at the legionare. "I think the Cane was reading you that way, is all. Body language, stance and bearing, and eye contact, it's all important to them. Not just words. "

  Bartos's face turned red, but one of the other legionares said, "The boy is right, Bar. You always try to slow down when you feel a stupid fight coming on. Try to find a way around it. Maybe today that was just the wrong thing. "

  The legionare glared at the speaker for a moment, then sighed. He went to the ale keg, drew a pair of mugs, and set one of them down in front of Tavi. The boy nodded to him gratefully, and drank the bitter brew, hoping it would help him calm down. "What did he mean?" Tavi asked. "When he said that we would regret this?"

  "Seems pretty plain," Bartos said. "I'd be careful walking down dark passages alone for a while, lad. "

  "I should go back to the First Lord," Tavi said. "He seemed concerned. Could you please ask Sir Miles to hurry?"

  "Sure, kid," Bartos said. Then he let out a low laugh. "Crows and furies, but you've got a set of balls on you. Pulling that knife. "

  "Bad breath," said one of the other legionares, and the room burst into general laughter.

  Tavi smiled, got his hair rumpled by half a dozen soldiers, and made his exit as quickly as he could, to hurry down the stairs to the First Lord's side.

  He hadn't made it all the way when he heard slow, hard, thudding boots on the stairs above him. He slowed down and Sir Miles appeared above him, leaping down stairs half a dozen at a step. Tavi swallowed. The pace had to be hideously painful to Miles's wounded leg, but the man was a strong metalcrafter, and the ability to ignore pain was a discipline of furycrafting the strongest among them often developed.

  Tavi started hurrying down as well, and he managed to arrive at the bottom of the stairs just behind Miles, who stopped in shock and stared at the still form of Gaius on the floor. He went to his side, felt the First Lord's throat, then peeled back an eyelid to peer at his eyes. Gaius never stirred.

  "Bloody crows," Miles said. "What happened?"

  "He collapsed," Tavi panted. "He said that he'd tried as hard as he could and that it wasn't enough. He showed me where a town by the ocean was torn apart by storms. He was. . . I'd never seen him like that, Sir Miles. Screaming. Like he wasn't. . . "

  "Wasn't in control of himself," Miles said quietly.

  "Yes, sir. And he was coughing. And drinking spicewine. "

  Miles winced. "It isn't spicewine. "

  "What?"

  "It's a health tonic he uses. A drug that dulls pain and makes you feel as if you aren't tired. He was pushing himself past his limits, and he knew it. "

  "Will he be all right?"

  Miles looked up at him and shook his head. "I don't know. He might be fine after he gets some rest. Or he might not live the night. Even if he does, he might not wake up. "

  "Crows," Tavi said. A pain shot through his stomach. "Crows, I didn't do the right thing. I should have sent for a healer at once. "

  Miles's eyebrows shot up. "What? No, boy, you did exactly the right thing. " The grizzled soldier raked his fingers back through his hair. "No one can know what has happened here, Tavi. "

  "But-"

>   "I mean no one," Miles said. "Do you understand?"

  "Yes, sir. "

  "Killian," Miles muttered. "And. . . crows take it, I don't know if there's anyone else who can help. "

  "Help, sir?"

  "We'll need a healer. Killian doesn't watercraft, but he has some skill as a physician, and he can be trusted. But I've got to have the Legion ready for review at Wintersend. It would cause too many questions if I did not. And Killian can't care for Gaius alone. "

  "I'll help," Tavi said.

  Miles gave him a brief smile. "I had already assumed you would be willing. But you can't suddenly vanish from the Academy during the week of your finals. The absence of the First Lord's favorite page will not go unremarked. "

  "Then we'll need more help," Tavi said.

  Miles frowned. "I know. But I don't know any others I can absolutely trust. "

  "None?" Tavi asked.

  "They died twenty years ago," Miles said, his voice bitter.

  "What about the Cursors?" Tavi said. "Surely they can be trusted. "

  "Like Fidelias?" Miles spat. "The only one of them I might take a chance on is Countess Amara, and she isn't here. "

  Tavi stared at the unconscious First Lord. "Do you trust me?"

  Miles arched a brow sharply. "Tell me what you need. Maybe I know someone who could help us. "

  Miles exhaled slowly. "No. Tavi, you're smart, and Gaius trusts you, but you re too young to know how dangerous this is. "

  "How dangerous will it be if we have no one to help, sir? Do we let him lie there and hope for the best? Is that less dangerous than taking a chance on my judgment?"

  Miles opened his mouth, then closed it, clenching his teeth. "Crows. You're right. I hate it, but you are. "

  "So what do you need?"

  "A nurse. Someone who can do all the day-to-day feeding and caring for him. And a double, if we can get one. "

  "Double?"

  Miles clarified. "An imposter. Someone who can appear at events Gaius would attend. To be seen walking around. To eat the First Lord's breakfasts and otherwise make sure everyone thinks things are business as usual. "

  "So you need a strong watercrafter. Someone who can alter his appearance. "

  "Yes. And not many men have that much skill at water. Even if they have the talent. It's just. . . not masculine. "

  Tavi sat down on his heels, facing Miles. "I know two people who can help. "

  Miles's eyebrows went up.

  "The first one is a slave. His name is Fade. He works in the kitchens and the gardens at the Academy," Tavi said. "I've known him since I was born. He doesn't seem very bright, but he hardly ever talks, and he's good at not being noticed. Gaius brought him here with me when I came. "

  Miles pursed his lips. "Really? Fine. I'll have him transferred to me to help with last-minute work. No one will notice something like that before Wintersend. The other?"

  "Antillar Maximus," Tavi said. "He's got almost as many water beads on his lanyard as anyone at the Academy, and he's lost a bunch of them. "

  "High Lord Antillus's bastard?" Miles asked.

  Tavi nodded. "Yes, sir. "

  "Do you really believe you can trust him, Tavi?"

  Tavi took a deep breath. "With my life, sir. "

  Miles let out a rough laugh. "Yes. That's precisely what we're speaking about. Is he skilled enough to alter his form?"

  Tavi grimaced. "You're asking exactly the wrong person about furycrafting, sir. But he hardly ever practices his crafting and still scores the highest in his classes. You might also consider letting me contact-"

  "No," Miles said. "Too many people will know already. No more, Tavi. "

  "Are you sure?"

  "I'm sure. You are to tell no one anything, Tavi. You are to make sure no one gets close enough to realize what has happened. You are to take any measures necessary to do so. " He turned his face up to Tavi, and Miles's flat eyes chilled him to the core. "And I am going to do exactly the same thing. Do you understand me?"

  Tavi shivered and looked down. Miles hadn't laid his hand on his sword for emphasis. He hadn't needed to. "I understand, sir. "

  "Are you sure you want your friends to be involved in this?"

  "No," Tavi said, quietly. "But the Realm needs them. "

  "Aye, boy. It does. " Miles sighed. "Though who knows. With luck, maybe it will work without trouble. " Yes, sir. "Now. I'll stay here. You fetch Killian and the others. " He knelt by the First Lord again. "The Realm itself may be depending on us, boy. Keep everyone away from him. Tell no one. "

  "I'll keep everyone away from him," Tavi repeated dutifully. "And I'll tell no one. "

  Chapter 10

  "Stop worrying," Bernard said. "So long as you speak to Gaius right away, we should be fine. "

  "Are you sure?" Isana asked. "That it won't come to fighting?"

  "As sure as anyone can be," Bernard assured his sister from the door to her bedroom. Morning sunlight slanted across the floor in golden stripes through the narrow windows. "I'm not eager to see more good people get hurt. All I want to do is make sure these vord stay where they are until the Legions arrive.

  Isana finished binding her dark, silver-threaded hair into a tight braid, and regarded her reflection in the dressing mirror. Though she wore her finest dress, she knew perfectly well that the clothing would be laughably crude and lacking in style in Alera Imperia, the capital. Her reflection looked lean, uncertain, and worried, she thought. "Are you sure they won't attack you first?"

  "Doroga seems confident that we have a little time before they'd be ready to do that," Bernard said. "He's sent for more of his own tribesmen, but they're in the southern ranges, and it may be two or three weeks before they arrive. "

  "And what if the First Lord does not order the Legions to help?"

  "He will," Amara stated, her voice confident as she entered the room. "Your escorts are here, Isana. "

  "Thank you. Does that look all right?"

  Amara adjusted the fore of Isana's sleeve and brushed off a bit of lint. "It's lovely. Gaius has a great deal of respect for Doroga, and for your brother. He'll take their warning seriously. "

  "I'll go to him at once," Isana replied. Though she by no means relished the notion of speaking to Gaius. That old man's eyes saw too much for her comfort. "But I know that there are many protocols involved in gaining an audience. He is the First Lord. I'm only a Steadholder. Are you sure I'll be able to reach him?"

  "If you aren't, speak to Tavi," Amara said. "No one could deny you the right to visit your own nephew, and Tavi often serves as His Majesty's page. He knows the First Lord's staff and guards. He'll be able to help you. "

  Isana looked aside at Amara and nodded. "I see," she said. "Two years. Will I recognize him?"

  Amara smiled. "You may need to stand a few stairs above him to get the same perspective. He's put on height and muscle. "

  "Boys grow," Isana said.

  Amara regarded her for a moment, then said, "Sometimes the Academy can change people for the worse. But not Tavi. He's the same person. A good person, Isana. I think you have every right to be proud of him. "

  Isana felt a flash of gratitude toward Amara. Though she had never shared any such words or emotions before, Isana could feel the woman's sincerity as easily as she could see her smile. Cursor or not, Isana could tell that the words were precisely what they seemed to be-honest praise and reassurance. "Thank you, Countess. "

  Amara inclined her head in a gesture that matched the sense of respect Isana felt from the younger woman. "Bernard?" Amara said. "Would you mind if I had a few words with the Steadholder?"

  "Not at all," Bernard said amiably.

  Isana stifled a laugh that threatened to bubble from her mouth.

  After a moment, Amara arched an eyebrow, and said, "Privately?"

  Bernard blinked and stood up at once. "Oh. Right, of course. " He looked back and forth between them suspic
iously. "Um. I'll be out at the barn. We should be on the move in an hour. I've got to make sure Frederic-excuse me, Sir Frederic hasn't wandered off and forgotten his head. "

  "Thank you," Isana said.

  Bernard winked at her, touched Amara's hand, and left the room.

  Amara shut the door and laid her fingers against it. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then Isana again felt that odd tightness to the room. There was a brief pain in her ears.

  "There," Amara said. "I apologize. But I must be sure we are not overheard. "

  Isana felt her eyebrows rise. "Do you expect spies in my household now?"

  "No. No, Steadholder. But I needed to speak with you about something personal. "

  Isana rose and tilted her head slightly to one side. "Please explain. "

  Amara nodded. The shadows under her eyes were deeper than they had been before. Isana frowned, studying the young woman. Amara was only a few years out of the Academy herself, though Isana was sure the Cursor had led a more difficult life than most. Amara had aged more quickly than a young woman should, and Isana felt a surge of compassion for her. In all that had happened, she sometimes forgot how very young the Countess was.

  "Steadholder," Amara said, "I don't know how to ask this, but simply to ask it. " She hesitated.

  "Go on," Isana said.

  Amara folded her arms and didn't look up. "What have I done to wrong you, Isana?"

  The sense of raw pain and despair that rose from the girl closed around Isana like a cloud of glowing embers. She turned away and walked to the far side of the room. It required a significant effort to control her expression, and to keep her thoughts calm. "What do you mean?"

  Amara shrugged with one shoulder, and Isana's sense of the young woman became tinged with embarrassment. "I mean that you don't like me. You've never treated me badly. Or said anything. But I also know that I am not welcome in your home. "

  Isana took a deep breath. "I don't know what you mean, Amara. Of course you're welcome here. "

  Amara shook her head. "Thank you for trying to convince me. But I've visited you several times over the past two years. And you've never once turned your back on me. You've never sat at the same table as me, or taken a meal with me-you serve everyone else instead. You never meet my eyes when you speak to me. And until today, you've never been alone in a room with me. "

  Isana felt her own brow furrow at the young woman's words. She began to answer, then remained silent. Was the Cursor right? She raked back through the memories of the past two years. "Furies. " She sighed. "Have I really done that?"

  Amara nodded. "I thought that. . . that I must have done something to warrant it. I was hoping that a little time would smooth things over, but it hasn't. "

  Isana gave her a fleeting smile. "Two years isn't much time when it comes to healing some hurts. It can take longer. A lifetime. "

  "I never meant to hurt you, Isana. Please believe me. Bernard adores you, and I would never intentionally do you wrong. If I have said or done anything, please tell me. "

  Isana folded her hands in her lap, frowning down at the floor. "You've never done anything of the sort. It was never you. "

  Frustration colored Amara's voice. "Then why?"

  Isana pressed her lips together hard. "You're a loyal person, Amara. You work for Gaius. You are sworn to him. "

  "Why should that offend you?"

  "It doesn't. But Gaius does. "

  Amara's lips firmed into a line. "What has he shown you other than generosity and gratitude?"

  A stab of hot, bitter hatred shot through Isana, and her words crackled with it. "I was nearly killed today because of his gratitude and generosity. I'm only a country girl, Amara, but I'm not an idiot. Gaius is using me as a weapon to divide his enemies. Bernard's appointment to Count Calderon over the heads of the noble Houses of Riva is a direct reminder to them that Gaius, not Rivus, rules Alera. We are simply tools. "

  "That isn't fair, Isana," Amara said, but her voice was subdued.

  "Fair?" Isana demanded. "Has he been fair? The status and recognition he gave us two years ago was not a reward. He created a small army of enemies for my brother and me, then whisked Tavi off to the Academy under his patronage-where I am certain my nephew has found others who strongly dislike and persecute him. "

  "Tavi is receiving the finest education in Alera," Amara stated. "Surely you don't begrudge him that. He's healthy and well. What harm has that done to him?"

  "I'm sure he is healthy. And well. And learning. It's a marvelously polite way to hold Tavi hostage," Isana replied. The words tasted bitter in her mouth. "Gaius knows how much Tavi wanted to go to the Academy. He knows that it would destroy him to be sent away. Gaius manipulated us. He left us with no alternative but to throw in our lot with him as strongly as possible if we were to survive. "

  "No," Amara said. "No, I won't believe that of him. "

  "Of course you won't. You're loyal to him. "

  "Not mindlessly," Amara said. "Not without reason. I've seen him. I know him. He's a decent man, and you're interpreting his actions in the worst possible light. "

  "I have reason," Isana said. Some part of her felt shocked at the venom and ice in her voice. "I have reason. "

  Amara's expression and bearing flickered with concern. Her voice remained gentle. "You hate him. "

  "Hate is too mild a word. "

  Amara blinked several times, bewildered. "Why?"

  "Because Gaius killed my. . . younger sister. "

  Amara shook her head. "No. He isn't that way. He is a strong Lord, but he is no murderer. "

  "He didn't do it directly," Isana said. "But the fault lies on him. "

  Amara fretted her lower lip. "You hold him responsible for what happened to her. "

  "He is responsible. Without him, Tavi might still have a mother. A father. "

  "I don't understand. What happened to them?"

  Isana shrugged one shoulder. "My family was a poor one, and my sister did not wed by her twentieth birthday. She was sent to the Crown Legion camp for a term of domestic service. She met a soldier, fell in love, and bore him a child. Tavi. "

  Amara nodded slowly. "How did they die?"

  "Politics," Isana said. "Gaius ordered the Crown Legion moved to the Calderon Valley. He was making a statement to Riva during a period of turmoil, and patronizing the Senate by placing a Legion in a position to deter a Marat horde from invading while simultaneously giving Lord Rivus a warning that his Legion was at hand. "

  Amara made a quiet, hissing sound. "The First Battle of Calderon. "

  "Yes," Isana said quietly. "Tavi's parents were there. Neither survived. "

  "But Isana," Amara said, "the First Lord did not mandate their deaths. He placed a Legion in harm's way. That's why they exist. The loss was tragic, but you can't blame Gaius for not foreseeing the Marat horde that even surprised his own commanders in the field. "

  "They were there on his orders. It was his fault. "

  Amara squared her shoulders and set her jaw. "Great furies, Steadholder. His own son was killed there. "

  "I know that," Isana spat. More words struggled to flow from her mouth, but she shook her head and stopped them. It was a struggle, so intense was the tide of hatred in her heart. "That isn't all that I blame him for. " She closed her eyes. "There are other reasons. "

  "And they are?" Amara asked.

  "My own. "

  The Cursor was silent for a long moment, then nodded. "Then. . . I suppose we must agree to disagree on this matter, Steadholder. "

  "I knew that before this conversation began, Amara," Isana said. The sudden tide of rage was failing, draining away, leaving her tired and unhappy in its wake.

  "I know him as a disciplined, capable lord. And as an honorable and forthright man. He has sacrificed much for the sake of the Realm-even his own son. I am proud to serve him as best I may. "

  "And I will never forgive him," Isana s
aid. "Never. "

  Amara nodded stiffly, and Isana could feel her distress beneath the polite expression she held on her face. "I'm sorry, Steadholder. After what you went through yesterday. . . I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you. "

  Isana shook her head. "It's all right, Countess. It's good to have this in the open. "

  "I suppose," Amara said. She touched the door, and the tense pressure in the very air of the room vanished. "I'll make sure your litter is ready and that your escorts have eaten. "

  "Wait," Isana said.

  Amara paused, her hand on the door.

  "You make Bernard very happy," Isana said in a quiet voice. "Happier than I've seen him in years. I don't want to come between you, Amara. We needn't agree about the First Lord for you to stay with him. "

  Amara nodded and gave her a silent smile, then left the room.

  Isana stared at her mirror for a moment, then rose. She went to the chest at the foot of her bed and opened it. She took out piles of bedding, her extra pair of shoes, a spare pillow, and a small wooden box containing bits of silver jewelry she'd acquired over the years. Then she pushed hard on one end of the bottom of the chest, willing Rill to draw the water from the boards there, which shrank and came loose. She removed the dried slats, revealing a small and hidden space beneath them.

  She picked up a small silk jewel-pouch. She untied and opened it, and upended the pouch into her palm.

  An elegant ring of gleaming silver upon a slender silver chain fell into her palm. It was heavy and cool. The ring was set with a single gem that somehow changed from a brilliant blue diamond to a bloodred ruby down its seamless center. Two carved silver eagles, one slightly larger than the other, soared toward one another to form the setting, holding the gem aloft on their wings.

  That old pain and loss filled her as she stared down at the ring. But she did not ask Rill to stop her tears.

  She draped the chain over her head, and tucked it away into her dress. She stared at herself in the mirror for a moment, willing the redness from her eyes. She had no more time to waste looking back.

  Isana lifted her chin, composed her expression, and left to go to the assistance of the family she loved with all of her heart and the man she hated with all of her soul.