Shalador's Lady (17 page)

“When did you ever make that choice?” Theran asked bitterly.

Right here. Right now.

Talon walked away from one of the boys he loved, walked out of the mansion, and headed for the landing web beyond the gate. The sun’s fist beat on him with every step until he caught the Sapphire Wind and rode it through the Darkness, heading for Eyota.

Part of him wanted Theran to come after him. Part of him hoped the boy would stay away until he was free of Kermilla.

And part of him had the sick feeling that Theran would use the Grayhaven name to justify breaking all of their trust.

Theran stood on the terrace, staring at the single remaining honey pear seedling. Gray had watered it, had given it that last bit of care before taking the other twelve.

Gray left. Even more than Talon, Gray’s misguided loyalty to Cassidy hurt. Hell’s fire, it hurt. Ranon? He didn’t give a damn if he ever saw the man again, but if Ranon was gone that meant Shira was gone—and he needed to find someone else to act as Kermilla’s personal Healer.

Probably for the best. He wasn’t sure he would trust Kermilla’s well-being to a Healer who was also a Black Widow.

“Oh, la. There you are.” Kermilla slipped her arm through his and gave him a sunny smile. “Why the sour face?”

“Gray took the honey pears.”

Her forehead wrinkled as she looked at the marks on the terrace where the other pots had been. “Just as well. That was such a hodgepodge of pots it was very unattractive.”

“Those honey pears are a legacy, Kermilla. Their existence means a great deal to the Dena Nehele people.”

“Oh,” she said contritely. “I didn’t realize.”

Why didn’t she realize? He had told her the story of how those pears were found after being buried for centuries. Of course, a guest would listen to the story as a story—entertaining, but not important. But a Queen preparing to rule a Territory with a past like Dena Nehele’s needed to understand the significance of those seedlings.

Just because Cassidy probably would have understood the significance didn’t make her a better Queen.

She was older and liked to grub around in the dirt. Kermilla, being younger, just needed more guidance in some areas.

“Kermilla, would you have breakfast with me in private?” He’d tell her about the honey pears again—and about Cassidy’s rude departure.

“Oh, la.” She gave him a delighted smile. “You are being so naughty. My Consort will be jealous.”

“It’s not like that.”

Her expression immediately turned woeful. “Oh. I thought . . .”

Was she hinting that she’d like to have him as her lover? He was willing. More than willing. Even if he had to dance around the damn Consort’s presence.

“There are some things I need to tell you,” he said. “And there are some possibilities we need to discuss.”

No, he wouldn’t break Cassidy’s court and risk Talon going after Kermilla. But he would make the best use of the time to prepare the ground for the right Queen.

A wet swipe across her cheek. A slurp across her closed eyes.

“Aarhhh. Uuhhh.”

*Cassie? Cassie! Gray says you must wake up so you can go to sleep.* A pause. *That is confusing, so it must be a human thing.* “Wha . . . ?”

*Wake up!*

“Vae?” Cassidy grunted. Groaned. “Gray?”

“Here.”

A warm hand covered hers.

She smacked her lips—and made a face. “Hell’s fire. Did I swallow a cat? Vae.” That because a Sceltie nose almost poked inside her mouth.

*I do not smell cat.*

“Why do you ask, Cassie?” Gray asked.

Bastard sounded like he was laughing at her. “My tongue feels fuzzy.”

“How many cups of that brew did you give her?”

Ranon’s voice.

“Enough to soothe a heart,” Yairen said.

“How are you feeling?” Shira asked. “Do you want anything?”

Since no one else answered, Cassidy decided the questions had been directed at her. “Toast. Scrambled eggs. Bath.” And something to scrape the fuzz off her tongue. “Who is here?” And where is here? Oh. Yes.

Boardinghouse. She had meant to go to Dharo but had ended up here because Ranon took her trunks. The prick.

“Almost the whole First Circle,” Gray answered, sounding tense.

“Oh,” Cassidy said. Then her eyes popped open and she jackknifed to a sitting position. “The court is here?”

“Mostly,” Gray said. “Talon hasn’t arrived yet.”

“Your bedroom is ready,” Shira said. “What you need now is more sleep. After your bath, toast, and scrambled eggs.”

“I can . . .” What? She was pretty sure she wasn’t hungover, but she wasn’t feeling smart either. “I can stay here.”

*You are in the way,* Vae said. *But we are not supposed to tell you that because you are the Queen.*

“Come on, darling,” Gray said, snorting in the effort not to laugh out loud. “Let’s get you up to bed.”

“I can—”

Gray hauled her to her feet. She felt a lot more tipsy now that she was standing up, so she didn’t protest when Gray wrapped an arm around her waist and steered her toward the hallway and the stairs.

“Ranon, give me a hand,” Gray said when they reached the stairs.

“If he puts his hands on my ass and pushes, I’ll punch him,” Cassidy said.

“That’s not much of a threat when you can’t keep your eyes open long enough to see him,” Gray said.

“I can . . .”

“Cassie.”

That tone of voice coming from Gray woke her up.

Something in those green eyes. Something that warned her this was one of those times a smart woman yielded to male sensibilities.

“Are you going to swear at me?” she asked.

A slow smile, male and satisfied, because the question told him he had won. “I’m thinking about it.”

So she had a bath. She had toast and scrambled eggs. And she asked one question.

“Is there anything I need to know about today?”

Shira pulled back the covers on the bed. “Not today.”

She got into bed and let the world slip away for a few more hours.

“I took the liberty of composing a note on the Queen’s behalf, and asked Spere to deliver it to the Keep,”

Powell said.

Ranon frowned. “Why alert them that there’s trouble?”

“To avoid the potential for more trouble. And to prevent the messenger coming from Kaeleer from delivering Cassidy’s correspondence at Grayhaven. They’re going to know sooner or later. I thought it better to make the move sound matter-of-fact.”

Ranon glanced at the clock on the mantel. Where in the name of Hell was Talon? Yes, he was the last man out, but riding the Sapphire Wind, he should have arrived right behind them.

Janos tapped on the door of the room Powell was using as a temporary office until they worked out the logistics of having a court take up long-term residence in a building that wasn’t meant to hold a court.

“A messenger arrived with this,” he said, holding out a wax-sealed note to Ranon. “It’s for you.”

He broke the seal. Simple message. “ ‘Gone to ground,’ ” he read. “ ‘Will join you this evening. Talon.’ ”

“A prudent decision,” Powell said.

Ranon placed a hand on Powell’s shoulder and smiled. “So was sending that message to the Keep.”

They had a good court. They had a good Queen.

Now they needed to do whatever it took to keep both.

EBON ASKAVI

“What do you make of this?” Daemon asked, handing the paper to his father.

Saetan called in the half-moon glasses and read the message. Twice.

“It’s very carefully worded,” Saetan said. “Too carefully worded.”

He had the same impression. “First time we’ve received a message from Cassidy’s Steward. Do you think there’s trouble?”

“Almost certainly. And just as certainly, they don’t want us asking questions right now about why the Queen has suddenly changed her residence from a mansion in Dena Nehele’s capital to a boardinghouse in a small village located in a Shalador reserve.”

Daemon frowned as he stared at the note. The report Cassidy had sent after her return from Eyota had been too brief for his liking, but he’d sensed nothing from her words that couldn’t be explained by simple fatigue. Now . . .

“Has she gone back to Eyota to fix a problem, or has she left Grayhaven to get away from one?”

Handing the message back to Daemon, Saetan removed his glasses and vanished them. “Let’s see what Cassidy says in her next report. What she doesn’t say about this move will be as revealing as what she does say.”

Daemon vanished the paper. “I’ll ask my second-in-command to deliver the next batch of letters to Cassidy.”

“Who?”

He smiled dryly. “Surreal. She’s decided she’s going to work for me.”

“Doing what?”

“As far as I can figure out, whatever she damn well pleases. She hasn’t told me exactly what I’m paying her for this privilege, only that I’m going to be outrageously generous. I can send her and Rainier to Eyota.

Between them, they’ll find out everything we need to know.”

“Speaking of everything we need to know, I understand Jaenelle and Ladvarian went to Scelt to talk to Morghann and Khary. Do you have any idea why?”

“No,” Daemon said, “and I’m not asking.”

Saetan smiled. “My darling, you’re not only becoming a wise man, you’re becoming a smart husband.”

T
he evening after their return to Eyota, Cassidy drank the restorative brew Shira had made for her and listened to the men argue, discuss, and sometimes snarl as they tried to figure out how to shoehorn a court into the boardinghouse. And that wouldn’t do at all. It would be like having too many guests crammed into her mother’s house at Winsol—fine for a few days when everyone was feeling cheerful and accommodating, but not something she would want to live with permanently.

Which meant drawing a line and refusing to let them shift it.

“Gentlemen,” she said quietly.

Gray was the first to focus his attention on her; Ranon was a close second, followed by Talon and Powell, which forced the others to swallow their opinions so they could hear what she had to say.

“A court is formed when twelve males make the commitment to serve a Queen and offer her their strength, their skills, and their loyalty. There is nothing in any book of Protocol that says they have to live with her. In Kaeleer, most Queens who rule a District—which is anything from one to a handful of villages—don’t live in a home large enough to accommodate the whole court.” She smiled at them.

Twelve men frowned at her. So did Shira—and Reyhana, who had returned to Eyota to be of service to the Queen of Dena Nehele.

“Ranon, do the Shalador Queens live in houses large enough to accommodate their whole First Circle?”

Cassidy asked, hoping he’d give her the answer that would help make her point.

“There are no official courts in the Shalador reserves,” Ranon said. “The Queens merely help the elders keep the people under control so they will not offend the Province Queens or Territory Queen.” Then he stopped, and his expression revealed a man torn between loyalties.

“What you mean is, in order to protect the Queens and the men who were loyal to them, the Shalador Queens have no official-looking courts that might have been viewed as a challenge,” Cassidy said gently. “A Queen who can’t form an official court has no more power than any other witch because the court is the instrument by which she rules.”

Ranon said nothing. It was one thing for him to deny the truth about the Shalador courts once. That was an instinctive effort to protect his people, and probably something he’d been doing since he was a boy. But denying it twice would mean lying to her and that would be a break in trust.

“I have met the Shalador Queens, Ranon,” Cassidy said, “and I’m sure their courts are very official. But not obvious to an outsider who expects a Queen to have a big house and lots of frills and ruffles.”

*Which is Ranon?* Shira asked. *A frill or a ruffle?*

Cassidy couldn’t hold back the quick burst of laughter that had all the men looking from her to Shira and back again.

Shira kept her head down and her hands folded in her lap. She would have looked demure if she could have stopped smiling.

“The point, gentlemen,” Cassidy said, not daring to look at any of them yet, “is that this court’s living accommodations should follow the arrangements that are typical for a Queen living in a small village.”

“You don’t rule a small village, Cassidy,” Powell said respectfully. “You rule the Territory of Dena Nehele.”

“Morghann is the Queen of Scelt—a Territory in Kaeleer. She lives in a small village not much bigger than this one. The only member of her First Circle who lives with her is Khardeen, the Warlord of Maghre. And the only reason he lives there is because he’s her husband as well as her Consort. Their house is divided between family and court. There are offices for her and the Steward, a smaller office for the Master of the Guard, a large meeting room, and a room where the First Circle can gather to relax, plan, or do whatever is needed. There is a large dining room that can accommodate the whole First Circle for a meal—or be used for social functions. The rest of the house belongs to the Queen and her family.”

“Then where does everyone else live?” Gray asked.

“In the village,” Cassidy replied. “And that’s what I’m proposing we do here.”

“It’s not safe.” Half the Circle growled that opinion—including Ranon.

“This is what I had in mind.” Cassidy raised her voice in order to be heard above the growls and mutters.

“Talon and Powell will reside here with me. So will Gray, Shira, Ranon, and Reyhana since a young Queen training in a court requires a chaperon, and that is one of the duties of the First Circle. There are several cottages on this street and nearby streets that look abandoned, and they’re all close enough to the stable we’re using for the horses. If the village elders have no objections, the rest of the men can take up residence in those cottages.”

“In Kaeleer, why don’t those men want to stay close to their Queen?” Gray asked.

“Most of them have families,” Cassidy replied. “For the First Circle, their work is the court. They’re paid from the tithes. They have families. They have expenses. They have a life just like everyone else in the village.” She looked around the table. “You’ve never seen this, have you?”