The Bastard King (68 page)

"What?" Grus wasn't sure he'd heard right. "What are you talking about?" Before Estrilda could answer, more guards clattered up, their chainmail shirts jingling. Grus said, "You men - go to the thralls' chamber. You know where that is?" They nodded. "Good," he told them. "See how many are left there, and don't let any more out no matter what." They hurried away. He turned back to Estrilda. "Now what nonsense were you spouting?"

"It isn't nonsense. You should have let him kill me," Estrilda said. "Then you could call your witch back here, and you'd be happy."

Grus stared at her. "Has anyone ever told you you were an idiot?" he asked, his voice harsh. Numbly, she shook her head. He said, "Well, everybody missed a perfect chance, then, because you are. By the gods, Estrilda, I love you. I always have."

"Even when you were with Alca?" she demanded.

"Yes, curse it," Grus said, more or less truthfully. "I never stopped loving you. It was just... she was there, and we were working together, and .. ." He shrugged. "One of those things."

Perhaps luckily, a bodyguard chose that moment to announce, "King Lanius is safe, Your Majesty. A thrall
did
come after him, but he got away when he flung a moncat in the son of a whore's face."

"Did he?" Grus said, blinking. "Well, good for him. That's quick thinking." Another guard came in to report that only two thralls were missing, while the rest seemed as passive and animal-like as ever. Grus nodded. "Glad to hear it." But he also had other things on his mind. He turned back to Estrilda. "Will you listen to me, please?"

"It's hard to listen to what you say when I know what you did," she answered. "But I just saw you save me, and so..." She gnawed at the inside of her lower lip. "I don't know what to think anymore."

"You know I'm not perfect," Grus said. "But I do try. Could you ... try to think I'm ... not quite so bad?" He'd wanted to come out with something ringing. That wasn't it. He had to hope it would do.

Estrilda wasn't looking at him. She was still eyeing the pool and trail of blood the thrall had left behind. Slowly - very slowly - she nodded. "I'll try."

* * *

Together, Lanius and Grus eyed the door to the palace chamber that had held the thralls - that still did hold all but two of them. The door was now closed, the bar on the outside back in place. The thralls in there couldn't get outside. Of course, the two murderous thralls who had been in there shouldn't have been able to get outside, either. They shouldn't have been able to, but they had.

Lanius eyed the guards who'd stood in front of the door when the thralls escaped. The guards looked back, a sort of wooden embarrassment on their faces. "But couldn't you hear the bar was coming out of the bracket?" Lanius asked them.

In identical rhythms, they shook their heads. "No, Your Majesty," one of them said.

"Everything looked fine to us," the other added.

"You didn't notice the two thralls sneaking past you?" Grus demanded.

The royal bodyguards shook their heads. "No, Your Majesty," one said.

"We didn't see anything funny," the other agreed.

"I believe them," Lanius said.

"So do I, worse luck," Grus said. Now he shook
his
head, in the manner of a man disgusted with himself. "This whole sorry mess is my fault."

"
Your
fault?" Lanius said in surprise. "How?"

"I should have had a wizard keeping guard on the thralls all the time," Grus answered. "I should have, but I didn't. After Alca ... left the capital, I just let that go. I didn't have a wizard I particularly trusted - I still don't - and the thralls seemed harmless, so I thought a couple of ordinary soldiers and a door barred on the outside would keep them out of mischief. I turned out to be wrong."

"Underestimating the Banished One doesn't pay." Lanius snapped his fingers.

"What is it?" Grus asked.

"Later." Lanius nodded toward the guards, as though to say,
Not in front of them.
Their wooden expressions never changed. After a moment, he realized terror lay beneath that woodenness. They had to wonder if they would lose their heads for almost letting the two Kings of Avornis be murdered. Lanius nodded toward them again. "It's not their fault. They were ensorcelled."

He waited to see if Grus would hold a grudge. Grus didn't usually, but he didn't usually have a narrow escape from assassination, either. Lanius knew a certain amount of relief when Grus said, "Yes, I know that. The Banished One has a cursed long reach, and we can't always hope to outguess him." The guards showed their relief, mute but very obvious. Grus went on, "Sometimes I wonder if we can ever hope to outguess him."

"So do I," Lanius said, as fervently as though he were praying in a temple. He wished the comparison weren't so apt.

A messenger hurried up the corridor, calling, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"Yes?" Lanius and Grus spoke together.

Lanius wondered why he bothered. The messenger, inevitably, wanted to talk to Grus. "Your Majesty, the treasury minister reminds you that you were supposed to meet with him more than an hour ago."

The treasury minister wouldn't let a little thing like an assassination attempt interrupt his schedule.'Tell Petrosus - " Grus began, but then caught himself. 'Tell Petrosus I'll be with him soon. The quicker we get back to normal, the better." He nodded to Lanius. "Isn't that right, Your Majesty?"

"Well, yes, but - "

Grus didn't let him finish. "Glad you agree. I'll see you in a bit. Meanwhile, I'd better go find out what's in Petrosus' beady little mind. So if you'll excuse me ..." He started after the messenger.

"But there was something I needed to tell you," Lanius said. "Something important."

"I'm sure it will keep," Grus said over his shoulder, by which he couldn't mean anything but,
I'm sure that, whatever you have to tell me, it can't possibly be important.

Before Lanius could shout at Grus and tell him what a blockhead he was, the other king was around the corner and gone. Lanius muttered under his breath. Then he cursed out loud, which did him no more good than the other had. He almost followed Grus. What point, though? Grus wouldn't listen to him now. The palace servants would. He set them to rounding up the moncats that had gotten out of their room after the thrall opened the door.

Later that day, Sosia said, "King Olor be praised you're all right. You and Father both, I mean."

Even her relief was enough to stab at Lanius, almost as though it were the knife the thrall had tried to use against him. "King Olor be praised indeed," he said, and wondered when he'd been so sarcastic before. He couldn't think of a time.

He was glad Sosia didn't notice. She said, "Father's had a lot happen to him lately."

"So he has." But Lanius couldn't help adding, "He did some of it to himself, you know."

Sosia didn't argue. "Of course he did. But not today, not unless you're going to blame him for bringing those thralls north so he could study them."

Grus had already blamed himself for that. But Lanius said, "I'll never blame anybody for trying to learn things. I do wish he'd listened to me when I tried to tell him that - "

But Sosia suddenly wasn't listening to him anymore, either. Crex came in crying and limping on a scraped knee. That had to be washed off - which produced more wails and tears - and he had to be cuddled by both Sosia and Lanius. By the time Crex decided he might possibly be all right after all, the servants were bringing in supper. Lanius drank more wine with the food than he usually did. He went to bed not long after supper and slept like a log - except that logs don't usually wake up the next morning with a headache.

Grus reached for the carafe. "Here," he said to Estrilda. "Let me pour you some more wine."

She pushed her goblet across the table toward him. "Thanks," she said. "Tonight I can use it."

He filled the goblet for her, and poured more for himself, too. As they both sipped, he said, "I should think so." He'd seen a lot of fighting. Nobody had ever tried to kill Estrilda before, even if she'd been an afterthought to the thrall.

She set down the goblet. "Did I say thank you?" she asked.

"You have now." Grus shrugged. "You didn't need to."

"I think I did. I... may have been harder on you lately than I should have been."

"It's all right." Grus shrugged again. "I can't say you didn't have your reasons. I can't say I didn't give them to you, either."

"You could have just let... whatever was going to happen there, happen." Estrilda took a long pull at the wine. "Then you wouldn't have had to worry about this mess anymore."

"You said that earlier," Grus said. Estrilda nodded. He went on, "I don't think you've ever said anything that made me angrier. It's a sorry business when I have to kill somebody to show you I love you, that's all
I've
got to say."

"Yes." His wife nodded. "It is a sorry business, isn't it?"

Grus started to answer that, then suddenly realized odds were he'd be better off keeping his mouth shut. Since it was already open, he couldn't very well do that. He could pour more wine down his throat - he could, and he did. His cheeks and ears started feeling numb. He wondered just how much wine he'd drunk. Enough, evidently.

Estrilda reached for her goblet, missed, laughed much too loud, and at last succeeded in capturing it. "I'm going to wish I was dead tomorrow morning," she said, "but I don't care right now. I'm going to keep on drinking, because I'm not dead."

"No, and I'm glad you're not," Grus said.

"So am I." She yawned. "I may not be dead, but I
am
sleepy." None too steadily, she got to her feet. "I'm going to bed."

"Wait. I'll come with you." The room spun a little as Grus got up. He thought his walk back to the royal bedchamber was fine, if a little slow. By the way she giggled, Estrilda didn't. Grus thought her swaying strides pretty funny, too, but he didn't giggle. He felt proud of his own restraint.

"Do you need anything, Your Majesties?" a servant asked. Grus shook his head, which made the room spin more. The servant left, closing the door behind him. Grus undressed and got under the covers; even inside the palace, the night was cold. Estrilda got into bed with him. They'd been sleeping in the same bed all along. Usually, since finding out about Alca, she'd built a barricade of pillows to make sure sleeping was the only thing they did together.

Tonight, she didn't. Grus noticed that, but he just lay there, waiting to see what she would do or say. Pushing too hard too soon could only be a mistake. "Good night," he said, and blew out the lamp.

"Good night," Estrilda answered as night swallowed the room. Grus shifted a little. He felt Estrilda shifting, too.

Their knees bumped. It was the first time they'd touched in bed since she found out. Grus said, "Sorry."

"It's all right." His wife shook her head, making the mattress sway a little on the leather lashings that supported it. "No. It's not all right. But I thought it was the end of the world, and it's not that, either. There are pieces left. Maybe we
can
put some of them back together again."

"I hope so," Grus said. "I - " The words wouldn't come. He reached for her instead, there in the darkness. If she pushed him away ... If she did, she did, that was all.

She didn't. She reached for him, too. "I'm not going to tell you no tonight," she said, "not after..." She checked herself. "I'm not going to tell you no."

He caressed her. He knew what pleased her. He'd had years and years to find out. It wasn't the way it had been with Alca, where he'd learned something new every time. Now he shook his head. If she'd try not to be angry tonight, he'd try not to think of Alca. That seemed only fair.

Then, a little later, he wondered if he could do what he wanted to do. He wished he hadn't had so much wine. But he managed. By the way Estrilda quivered beneath him, he managed more than well enough. He gave her a kiss as he slid from on her to beside her. "Good night," he muttered, spent.

"Good night," she answered. He wasn't sure he even heard her. Already he slid into sleep as deep and dark as the blackness filling the bedroom.

Lanius needed a way to get Grus' attention. He didn't like the one he found, but that didn't mean it wouldn't work. With a resigned mental sigh, he said, "Your Majesty?"

Grus always noticed when Lanius admitted he too was King of Avornis, not least because Lanius did it so seldom. "Yes, Your Majesty?"

"We need to talk for a few minutes," Lanius said. "It's important. Seeing what happened yesterday, I think it's very important."

That got through. Grus nodded. "Say what you have to say. I promise I'll listen."

"Let's go someplace quiet, where we can talk by ourselves." Lanius' gaze flicked toward the servants bustling along the corridor.

"Whatever this is, you're serious about it," Grus remarked. Now Lanius nodded. Grus asked, "Is this - whatever it is - is it what you've already started to tell me a couple of times?"

"Yes," Lanius said. "I had to put it off then. After yesterday, I can't put it off anymore."

"All right, Your Majesty." Grus did do him the courtesy of taking him seriously. "Let's go somewhere and talk."

A couple of maidservants were gossiping in the first room whose door the kings opened. The women stared in astonishment. Now they would have something new to gossip about. The next room the kings tried had shelves piled high with bed linen, and only a little space in which to stand while putting things on those shelves or taking them down.

"Will this do?" Lanius asked doubtfully.

"Nobody will bother us in here, that's for sure," his father-in-law answered. "Go on, shut the door." After Lanius had, Grus asked, "Well, what's on your mind?"

"Have you ever heard the name ... Milvago?" Lanius asked. He'd never said the name aloud before, and looked around nervously as he did. Someone -
something
- might be listening.

To Grus, it was only a name, and an unfamiliar one. "Can't say I have," he replied, indifferent. "Sounds like it ought to be Avornan, but I wouldn't want to guess past that. You're the one who's talking, so tell me about this Milvago."