Fortune and Fate (Twelve Houses) (27 page)
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Authors: Sharon Shinn
Still, she could make no excuse to linger once the meal was properly over. “Do let Serephette know how much I enjoyed the evening,” she said, as Jasper saw her to the door. “And tell her how sorry I am for her—headache.”
“We’ll expect Karryn back sometime in the morning,” Jasper said. “And we’ll expect to see you again soon.”
The instant the door was shut behind her, he winked at Wen, hovering with Moss in the shadows near the stairwell. “And now for the only truly interesting part of the entire evening,” he said. “Cruxanno.”
Chapter 14
ONE OF THE FOOTMEN HAD ESCORTED THE SERLORD TO
the library, and Banlish was already sitting in what Wen thought of as
her
chair, doling out the cruxanno pieces. He didn’t even seem to notice that Wen and Moss followed Jasper into the library and took up stations on either side of the door.
the library, and Banlish was already sitting in what Wen thought of as
her
chair, doling out the cruxanno pieces. He didn’t even seem to notice that Wen and Moss followed Jasper into the library and took up stations on either side of the door.
“This is a fine set,” he said as Jasper took his usual seat. “Was it Rayson’s?”
“My own,” Jasper said. “I brought it with me when I arrived. I like familiar things around me, and beautiful things, and things with value. I haven’t had much opportunity to play, however, so you are doing me a great kindness tonight.”
Zellin gave a noncommittal grunt. “Do you play for stakes?” he asked.
“Always,” Jasper replied.
Wen couldn’t help glaring at the back of his head. He hadn’t played for stakes with
her
, or she’d be a few coins richer by now.
her
, or she’d be a few coins richer by now.
Then Jasper added, “Though the stakes aren’t always money.”
Banlish grunted again. “What else can you bet?”
“It’s not what you bet,” Jasper said, “it’s what you hazard.”
Banlish looked up from the board to give Jasper one hard, irritable look. “You’re as odd as Serephette Fortunalt when you talk like that.”
“Serephette was formed by a torturous life,” Jasper replied. “All of us are shaped to some extent by forces outside our control. And to some extent by our passions—the ones we govern and the ones we allow to run unchecked.”
Zellin looked even more irritated. “Do you always talk this much nonsense?” he demanded.
Jasper gave a light laugh. “Pretty much.”
The serlord made his first move, a fairly standard one, from what Wen could determine. “Well, I don’t mind the talking, because it won’t distract me from the play, but choose a subject that’s a little more coherent.”
“I defer to you. Name a topic.”
Zellin laughed shortly. “Demaray Coverroe.”
“A most agreeable lady.”
“Pretty enough,” Zellin agreed, “but flighty. How long has her husband been dead now? She needs a man to settle her down.”
“Do you think so? I’ve always thought she handled her affairs with a great deal of aplomb,” Jasper replied. He was studying the board, taking time to consider his own move.
Zellin snorted. “Beggared herself to build that house, or very nearly. Though it’s a magnificent place, I’ll give her that. I borrowed her architect when I wanted to make improvements to Banlish Manor.”
Jasper Paladar did not answer until he had shifted a few of his swords and soldiers into position. “Did you make those improvements before or after you had been elected to the serlordship?” he asked.
“After,” Zellen said with a snort. “I did not consider my title secure till I had gone to the royal city and presented myself to the queen.” He shrugged. “Though it wasn’t Amalie who actually passed judgment on any of the new serlords. It was Cammon.”
Jasper looked up, surprise on his face. The expression was perfectly presented, but Wen had the feeling that he was pretending—that this was something he had known all along. She grew even more interested in the conversation. “The royal consort?” he repeated. “What do you mean?”
Zellin made a rude noise. “You know what they say about him. He’s a mystic.”
“A reader. Yes.”
“Well, every serlord or serlady chosen by their fellows had to make their way to Ghosenhall to be approved by royalty. Everyone thought it was a formality, of course. But in we went, one by one, and made our bows. Amalie just sat there, looking like a child—I swear she could pass for fifteen. Cammon asked a few questions, but Amalie didn’t say a word.”
“What did he ask?”
Zellin gestured impatiently with the hand hovering over the cruxanno board. “Did you fight in the war, did you support Rayson Fortunalt, are your estates in good order, are you loyal to the queen? What a waste of time. I kept wishing they would just approve me and let me leave. There was so much to do back in Fortunalt. Gods and goddesses, the whole region was in disarray! Households bankrupted, hundreds of lives lost, brigands loose on the roadways. I was impatient to be home and beginning the real work of restoration, not answering the aimless questions of upstart royalty. But there were Riders in the room, ready to pounce at the smallest insult, and so I showed nothing but respect.”
This extraordinary speech left Wen first angry, and then fighting hard to hold back mirth. Clearly Zellin Banlish had never been witness to Cammon’s astonishing ability to read the souls of the people before him. And clearly he had no understanding of what secrets in his own heart had made Cammon determine that he was worthy of the serlordship. Cammon would not have been dismayed at all to learn that Zellin Banlish was eager to get home and begin rebuilding—he would have been pleased to know that Banlish felt such great dedication and devotion to his land. Zellin Banlish was bullheaded and unpleasant, but he possessed traits that would serve a serlord well, and those were the only traits Cammon had cared about.
“What did you say when he asked if you had supported Rayson in the war?” Jasper asked curiously.
“The truth! That I thought the man mad. I wouldn’t give him a copper except what he managed to tax from all of his vassals, and I rode my estates every day, forbidding the young men to sign up as soldiers. Half of them did it, anyway, of course, but I think I kept a few out of his army.”
“Cammon was probably very glad to hear that.”
Zellin shrugged. He had finally decided where to station the bulk of his army, and he was busy arranging shields. “He was such a strange and wide-eyed thing. I’m not sure he really understood a word I said.”
“If the stories they tell of him are true, he understood everything you said and did not say,” Jasper replied. “It’s said he reads minds.”
“And credulous fools believe it,” was Zellin’s sneering answer.
“You don’t fear mystics?” Jasper asked.
“Don’t fear them, don’t hate them, don’t think about them one way or the other,” Zellin said. “A man who can read minds—ridiculous! They say that Senneth Brassenthwaite can start a fire with her bare hands, and Kirra Danalustrous can take any shape she chooses, but
I’ve
never seen anyone do such things. I think all this outcry over mystics is nothing more than people indulging themselves with a little hysteria.”
I’ve
never seen anyone do such things. I think all this outcry over mystics is nothing more than people indulging themselves with a little hysteria.”
Wen slanted a look over at Moss, whose face bore the faintest smile.
“Well, it’s true we haven’t had many mystics to marvel over here in Fortunalt, since Rayson drove them all off,” Jasper replied. He was lining up his own shields, though Wen couldn’t tell much of his strategy from this angle. “Still, I believe their powers are sometimes great—and that Cammon’s are remarkable.” His arrangements done, he sat back in his chair. “Which leads me to wonder what he read in the Tilt and Gisseltess candidates that made him refuse to ratify their appointments.”
Zellin shrugged. “Not my land. Not my business.”
Jasper steepled his hands. “I wonder if it
is
your business—if perhaps he meant to send a message to the new serlords that the crown was going to stay involved in the lives of the nobility. Perhaps those rejected lords were sacrificed to the crown’s desire to show it was retaining its power.”
is
your business—if perhaps he meant to send a message to the new serlords that the crown was going to stay involved in the lives of the nobility. Perhaps those rejected lords were sacrificed to the crown’s desire to show it was retaining its power.”
Zellin was concentrating on the board. “I read the charter. All of us did—the new serlords, I mean. The titles are irrevocable. Even if Amalie doesn’t like what we do, she can’t take away our lands now.”
“No, you misunderstand,” Jasper said, very gently. “The rules for governance are based on the charter for the marlords.”
“Yes, of course,” Zellin said impatiently. “The queen can’t take away their status, either.”
“She can’t abolish the title,” Jasper corrected. “But she can remove the man.”
Now Zellin looked up from the board. “What are you talking about?”
Jasper was still leaning back at ease in his chair, his fingertips still placed precisely together in the way that meant he was prepared to deliver a lecture. “If Malcolm Danalustrous were suddenly to go on a rampage and start murdering tenants and torturing children, you can believe that Amalie would send her Riders to Danan Hall immediately to take him into custody. She would strip the title of marlord from him—she is within her legal rights to do so. But she cannot vacate the title itself, and she cannot dictate the next heir. Malcolm can be seized, but not the House. His daughter would instantly take the title. And if his daughter was unfit, the next heir would be found, and so on down the line until there was one the crown deemed suitable.”
Zellin stared. “That’s not true.”
“I assure you, it is.”
“Then why didn’t Baryn strip Rayson and Halchon of their marlord-ships before they took Fortunalt and Gisseltess into battle against him?”
“I never had the honor of a conversation with Baryn, but I have to assume that by the time he realized they were planning such an assault, they already had too much power for him to be able to enforce such mandates.”
“So you’re telling me I’m not secure in my new title,” Zellin said with a great deal of dissatisfaction. “Then what did the Thirteenth House lords fight for? Why all these summits and all these petitions to the crown if we are not going to be able to command our own destinies after all?”
“But you are,” Jasper said. “As long as you mind your land and behave with honor, you are in no danger of losing your Manor.”
“I don’t like it,” Zellin said, still displeased. “I’ll feel like I’m being watched and judged every moment.”
“All of us are watched and judged every moment,” Jasper said lightly. “Titled or not, we have to earn—and continue to earn—our place in the world on a daily basis.”
Zellin made an indeterminate sound to indicate his impatience with such fancy reasoning. “Stupid talk,” he said. “Make your play.”
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