Seven Princes (42 page)

Shaira stared at her. That was no answer. She waited.

“Who lies in the tomb?” asked Sharadza.

Shaira’s eyes brimmed again. She turned her face to the ceiling, or to the Gods, or both. “Tadarus,” she sighed. “Your brother is dead, Sharadza.”

Her lungs stopped working. She could neither inhale or exhale. Then she burst into weeping, and the paralysis was broken. Her mother’s arms were a dim comfort around her neck.

“How?” she asked.

Shaira held her in silence for a moment, steeling herself for what must be told. Then she spoke of Fangodrel the Kinslayer… how he called up demons and murdered Tadarus with some vile sorcery. She went on, spilling secrets like tears. She told of Fangodrel’s bastardy, of her time in the dungeons of Khyrei, slave to Gammir the Cruel, the true father of her eldest child. Of the day Vod crossed the Golden Sea, wrought vengeance on the pale devils, and carried her home.

“The evil of his true father runs in Fangodrel’s veins,” said Shaira. “As much as we tried, we could not keep it down. And now it has consumed him. He fled to seek refuge in Khyrei, where Ianthe keeps her wicked court.”

Sharadza’s wine had grown cool in the cup, but she drank the last of it anyway. Her head spun from its potency, but it made this news more bearable. She had lost not one brother, but
two
. One to death… and one to sorcery.

Shaira told her that Vireon had gone south with four other Princes and a mysterious girl whom he apparently loved. He had vowed to avenge the death of Tadarus.

“Mother, can you forgive me for not being here for all of this?”

Shaira nodded, kissed her forehead. What other choice had she? A child who was thought lost and then regained was a treasure, no matter how vexing that child’s behavior. Sharadza’s weariness crept upon her suddenly and she longed for sleep. She could not ponder Fangodrel’s betrayal right now. Yet there was one thing she must do now.

“Come with me,” she said. “Put on your warm clothes and come into the courtyard.”

Despite her protests, Shaira did as her daughter bid. “I have much more to tell you, Sharadza,” she said, pulling on a cloak of gray fur.

“Tomorrow,” said Sharadza. “I am too weary. But there is something I must give you before I sleep.”

Shaira ran a hand through her daughter’s hair before they left the chamber. “You are taller,” she said, a tinge of pride in her voice. Sharadza grinned.

They descended the tower steps and passed a pair of Giants guarding the doors of the Great Hall. Sharadza blinked. They were female Giants… Uduri. To her memory there had been no
Uduri on the palace staff. Another change. She saw no other Giants that night.

A trio of spear-bearing soldiers followed them into the white garden. Sharadza bade them stand some distance away as she led her mother to the great bag. She stood before it as if to perform some rite or ceremony.

“What is this?” asked the Queen.

“Father’s bones,” said Sharadza. “They are all that is left of him. He walked into the sea and drowned.”

Shaira stared at the bulging leather canvas coated with crystals of frost. She looked at her daughter. “You… Where did you…” She was incapable of finishing the question.

“I spoke with the Mer-Queen, Mother. She did not kill him. She swore it. She let me take him home, though the waters had taken most of what we remember. Now he can lie in the tomb that he built. Next to poor Tadarus.”

Shaira did not weep. Her daughter was amazed by this fact but too tired to ponder it.

“We must have a funeral,” said Sharadza.

“No,” said the Queen.

“What?”

“No,” said Shaira. “The People of Udurum have endured too much sorrow. Too much death. There will be no march, no procession, no ceremony. We will lay Vod’s bones in the tomb tomorrow, and the Sky Priest will give a blessing. No one else must know he has died.”

“But… why?”

“As long as our people believe that Vod may return some day, they will have
hope
. If we take that away from them…”

Sharadza nodded. She had taken that hope from her mother. She had been wrong to do it.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

The Queen kissed her cheek. “You honor your father with this act. He would be proud of you. As I am.”

She insisted that Sharadza go and sleep. Sharadza could not argue.

Two of the soldiers carried the heavy bag into the palace and stored it in a secure vault for the night, completely unaware that they shouldered the very bones of their dead and beloved King.

Sharadza slept soundly in her warm and familiar bed. Her dreams were formless flowing questions. Or perhaps incomplete glimpses into the future. Or fragments of the past.

Nestled in the comfort of oblivion, she did not know or care.

During a breakfast of fresh bread, green cheese, eggs, and pomegranate juice, Sharadza learned from her mother about the Ice King and his kingdom in the White Mountains. The Uduru had marched north a month ago, only one day after the five Princes marched south. Even the Giants of Steephold had come down from the heights to join the exodus – their castle was fallen in any case. A legion of Shaira’s warriors would lead architects and masons into the pass in early spring to rebuild the fortress. Now Men, not Giants, would keep the watch on Vod’s Pass. There had been many a tearful farewell between the Uduru and their human compatriots in the city. Some of the departing Giants were the longtime lovers of the Uduri, who bade them go north and procreate. Such was the selfless nature of their love.

“Will they ever return?” Sharadza asked.

“Some will,” Shaira said. “They will bring Udvorg wives and children south with them, and they’ll pick up right where they left off. Others will grow to love the Icelands. They will enjoy the presence of a King who is truly a Giant. But even for those who return to Udurum, it will be years from now. Time passes more slowly for the Uduru.”

“Was Uncle Fangodrim happy?”

Shaira smiled. “You should have seen him when Vireon gave him a wife! He danced like a schoolboy. Danthus, Dabruz, they were the first to be married to those blue-skinned Uduri. Some even gained instant children already half-grown!”

“Why did
they
go north then?” she asked. “Those to whom Vireon brought wives?”

“A show of unity,” said Shaira. “Fangodrim was First Among Giants in Udurum. He could not send his people off to the Ice King unless he went too. It was a matter of honor. The rest of them felt the same.”

“All but the Uduri.”

“Yes,” said the Queen. “Yet they supported their men. Many gave up their mates for the future of their race. Most will not get them back.”

“So your Elite Guard is now these ninety-nine Uduri…”

“I could do no less than honor them in such a way,” said Shaira.

“It is good the Giants will live, and they have Vireon to thank for it. My brother the hero.”

Shaira smiled. “You should have seen the feast. They honored him for days. Already he is a legend in their tales. He did a fine thing.”

“What about this girl? Who is she? Is she beautiful?”

“She is,” said Shaira, “and a sorceress. She lived in the forest. Alone. Try as I might, I could not bring myself to disapprove of her. She seems such an honest soul. And she dotes on him. I have never seen him so attached to any girl.”

Sharadza laughed. “They say love comes to all men when they least expect it. Perhaps it is the same with women…”

The Queen’s face was serious, and her eyes looked far away. “I think not. Women wait for love with the patience of buds lying beneath the snow. This always seems the way.”

“Did you wait for Father’s love?” asked the Princess.

The Queen grew quiet. Sharadza chewed at a steaming hunk of bread. Warm food, such a delight. How long had it been? She could not say. Her days in the cave with the Iardu-crone remained unanswerable to time, a blur of memories.

“Yes,” said Shaira. “I waited for him.” She looked out the open window of the dining hall into the crystal freeze of the garden. She could not see the polished tomb from this angle, but Sharadza knew she thought of it. In a few hours, the Sky Priest would arrive, and they would quietly lay Vod’s bones in the crypt alongside those of his eldest son. Snowbirds chirped and darted among the snow-laden branches.

“Mother, what do you know of… Iardu?”

Shaira turned to stare at her. She hesitated, obviously deciding whether to lie or admit what she knew.

The Queen sighed. “Iardu the Shaper,” she said. “A sorcerer who lives on an isle in the Cryptic Sea. He is mentioned in many of the history texts, especially in the
Chronicles of Uurz
.”

“What about the Pearl of Aiyaia?” said the Princess. “The stone Father stole from the Mer-Queen?”

“He called out the name of that stone in his sleep often enough,” Shaira said. “Sometimes he called the name of Iardu as well. At the end, he hardly slept at all.”

“The Mer-Queen told me Vod stole the Sacred Pearl at Iardu’s request.”

Shaira’s shock seemed genuine. She had no words.

“Do you know why? Father would never tell us, but do you know why he stole the sea-stone for Iardu?”

The Queen dabbed at her eyes with a silken napkin. “I… I think that
now
I do.”

“Now? What do you mean?”

“When I first met Ordra – Vod, your father –” Shaira
whispered, “he was a Giant. As tall and fearsome as any Uduru. Yet in his heart he was a Man. I was in a caravan traveling across the desert to Uurz. The son of the Old Emperor had come to sweep me away from Shar Dni. My father had granted him my hand in marriage. It would seal the peace between our kingdoms. Prince Aivor was young and handsome, though I barely knew him. I was glad to be his bride.

“Bandits set upon us in the desert. Aivor fought bravely with his soldiers, but he died. We all would have perished that day but for a young Giant who rushed out of the dunes and drove off the raiders. His name was Ordra, who would one day be called Vod.

“Aivor and I would have been married when we reached Uurz, but now that could never be. Ordra came with us to the city. I asked him to. Even then, I saw something in him… something in his eyes. The way he looked at me. I cannot explain it.

“When we reached the city, Emperor Iryllah, who was the oldest man I have ever seen in this world, declared that he would take me as his seventh wife in order to seal the peace treaty. But first would come a year of mourning for his fallen son; I must wait until then for the marriage. I was to live in the luxury of his palace all that time. Ordra became my personal guard, and my constant companion. I read to him books from the Great Library. We counted the stars, and all the court thought him a hero. But there was more between us. It grew as a plant grows, sinking its roots deep in our hearts. We fell in love.

“I had no wish to marry old Iryllah. It would be a loveless arrangement and children would be impossible. I knew it was my duty to the throne of Shar Dni… I had promised my father. Yet I grew selfish. Love can make you selfish, did you know that? It can do wonderful things, yes, but it can ruin you as well.

“I read about Iardu the Shaper in the Emperor’s books… how
his sorcery could change men into beasts and beasts into men. He sometimes visted Iryllah’s court in the shape of kindly men or friendly animals. He was the master of shape and form. So I told Ordra about him and… I hatched a plan. I could say it was Ordra’s idea, but it was all me. I will take the blame. I wanted to escape before the end of the mourning year and avoid marrying the codger. I wanted to be with Ordra, though it seemed impossible. So I told Ordra to seek the Shaper on his island… to ask a great favor.

“Ordra would ask the sorcerer to turn him from Giant into Man, so we could be together at last. We would run away. Even if my father cast us out of Shar Dni, we would find somewhere to live. You see, Ordra
hated
being a Giant, for he was raised by human parents. He thought himself a freak, that his great size was a curse… and I am ashamed to say that I did too. Later we learned it was not a curse at all.

“Giant Ordra went away, and months later he returned as Man. As we made ready to escape the very next day, the Uduru laid siege to Uurz. We were trapped in the city, fugitives from the palace.”

The Queen paused in her story. “Ah,” Sharadza said. “I have heard this part of the story. Vod challenged the King of Giants to a duel, which he won, and so lifted the siege of the city.”

“No,” said Shaira. “That is not how it happened at all. Men are liars and they have short memories. Ordra
lost
that challenge and was taken prisoner by the Giants. Iardu had taught him to make himself a Man whenever he chose… but also to become a Giant again – his true self – whenever he wished. Iardu was wiser than either of us in that matter.”

Sharadza’s mouth fell open. “That’s it, isn’t it?” she said. “Father stole the Mer-Queen’s Sacred Pearl for Iardu, so the Shaper would teach him sorcery.”

The Queen nodded her head, lifting the napkin to her eyes again. Her red lips trembled.

“When Vod’s nightmares began… and when he spoke of the Pearl… I suspected. But I never knew until this moment. Now the pieces all fit. Ordra stole it for Iardu and learned his shape-changing magic for
me
. He did it for me, Sharadza! And earned the curse of the Sea-Folk.”