The Nonborn King (16 page)

"And when they finish exercising their noses," Alken said, 'they can try out other parts of their anatomy Back against the slope we've built a whole rabbit warren of new mossy grottos Just the kind of nooky-nooks the Wee Folk fancy for their spring jollification "

"With an added feature " Culluket the Interrogator smiled coldly within the shadow of his hooded burgundy cloak "Observe the fine line of sight through that northwestern notch between here and the high turrets of the Castle of Glass back in Goriah Do you perceive it. Lady Morna?"

"Very clever," said the farsensmg dame "No rock formations to block your surveillance of the Foe I'm glad to see some evidence of prudence amid this frantic ostentation "

Alken grinned indomitably in the face of her disapproval "It's all for prudence's sweet sake. Lady Morna, don't you see?"

"Perhaps I do," she admitted grudgingly

"Let's see how the main amphitheatre is shaping up'" Mercy suggested And she was off and galloping

The company followed the lanbarked avenue inland Ancient plane trees with mottled trunks, some more than four meters in diameter, stood sentinel on either side of the arrowstraight traditional Tanu ley that extended off into the mist On either side of the allee ramas worked on flowerbeds, or pruned shrubs, or scraped moss off the benches of the soon-to-berefurbished bowers More little apes clambered over the roofs of the many vine-hung pergolas, removing wasp nests, killing bird-hunting spiders, and driving off the colonies of bats that had made free with the Grove of May since last year's Grand Loving

They rode on more slowly, and finally the focal point of the pleasance loomed ahead "A new maypole'" exclaimed Eadnar delightedly "And so tall'" She went dashing off to examine it. followed after a moment's hesitation toy her laughing sister. Tirone They ignored the rain that pelted them as they left the shelter of Aucen's PK bubble Casually, he expanded the mental force-field's radius to nearly half a kilometer

"Tana's mercy'" cned Lady Morna in spite of herself "You surpass the powers of Kuhal and Fian of the Host. when they used to roof over the sports arena in Munah'"

"You don't say?" chirped Alken He cocked his head at distant Eadnar, who had now stopped, together with Tirone, to accept a bouquet of daffodils from one of the silver-torc landscape architects "Nice to see the little widow acting more cheery Perhaps she's looking forward to May "

He gave Alberonn Mindealer a playful mental jab, to which the hybrid responded with decently veiled emotions.

Morna said, "My daughter-in-law is young, scarcely seventy-lhree, and bears up under our tragic loss more readily than I " Morna studied a goldfinch with a bright red face that sat on a budding bush, singing sweetly "But life must go on "

"Especially in spring," said Alken

Mercy, nding sedately at his side, had her thoughts enclosed in bright opacity A secret smile turned up the comers of her mouth

They rode into an open area that had been a mere meadow before Mercy's imagination got to work on it Now it was transformed into a smardgdine bowl, a gently sloping amphi theatre that swept down to a flat dancing ground Flocks of sheep cropped the lawn Beyond was a turfed earthwork stage framed in evergreens, and in back of this. Jutting from a truncated knoll, rose the towering maypole. The tip of the bare wooden spar was lost in low-hanging mmbostratus. Some 30 meters to the left of the pole waited a heavy-duty cart with a crew of grays.

"Now for my biggest surprise'" said Alken He wmked at Mercy "I had this up my sleeve, etiquette or no etiquette'"

Eadnar and Tirone now rejoined the party "It's a splendid maypole." said Tirone "I wonder you could find a slender tree of such imposing height "

"We couldn't," Alken admitted laconically "It's an artifact Reinforced But that's just for starters. Creative Sister Here comes the real scouseroo'" He called out in farspeech You guys all set?"

The teamsters chorused Ready boss'

The jester made a mesmeric pass in the air. Tarpaulins whipped from the cart, revealing squat wooden crates. Another pass, and lids flew off, to pile into a clattering heap. Alken frowned, pushed back his hat, unbuttoned the cuffs of his golden suit, and shoved up his sleeves.

"Stand back'" he bellowed. Every sinew tensed as he gathered his psychokinesis "Shazoom'"

From the open boxes flew hundreds of thin metallic sheets that fluttered in the misty air like golden leaves A directorial gesture from Alken made them nse and fall. dancing in a butterfly swarm The gold foil formed a stream, split, twined, braided, and writhed Like glittering fluid the sheets circled the pole, then those nearest the base spun faster, seeming to melt onto the wood More swiftly than the eye could follow, the rest of the gold blended into place, gilding the tall spar from butt to tip in a seamless sheath of yellow brilliance The psychocreative welding job having been accomplished, the maypole stood steaming in the rain while the workmen cheered

"There has never been such a splendid maypole." breathed Eadnar "You know its symbolism, do you not. Shining One^"

Alken nodded solemnly "Oh, yes That's why I worked so hard It's got to be extra glonous if it's to represent Mine "

"And how much of Goriah's treasury was expended in this quest for verisimilitude'?" inquired Lady Morna archly

Alken was polite "Not so much that we won't replace it twenty times over with what I'm going to take away from the Firvuiag And not by plunder, either' Fair and square, almost, provided I can con Sharn and Ayfa into agreeing to my modification of the Grand Combat come next October "

"Another human novelty^" Moma was almost resigned

"I'mjust loaded with 'em," Alken told her warmly "You'll get the complete scoop at the Loving "

Mercy said, "This is why the festival this year must be the most magnificent in all the history of the Tanu exile on Earth, to lift the spirits of our people and to impress the Firvulag To force them aft to take our new regime senously We'll have three days of nonstop celebration "

"And at the grand finale," said Culluket the Interrogator. "all of the guests, Tanu and Firvulag and human, will witness the coronation of Lord Alken-Lugonn and Lady MercyRosmar as King and Queen of the Many-Colored Land "

The minds of the hybnds, their ladies, and the dowager of Rocilan were frozen in astonishment Nobody noticed that the PK shelter had evaporated with Alken's pole-gilding ploy and the rain was softly falling on them once again

"Too soon'" cned Bleyn "Eventually, yes But the fullblooded Tanu aren't ready to accept a human king, Alken' It was more than sixty years before Alberonn and I were admitted to the High Table, and Kathne! only last year, because of our human genes "

"The High Table admitted Gomno!," Alken said "He was human "

"He forced acceptance, and was hated for it." Momd snapped

"Mercy's human," Alken said

"Is she?" the interrogator murmured, smiling "My late brother, the Battlemaster, thought not "

This was news to Alken On the intimate mode he bespoke her Say what^

Telepathic mirth Nodonn had GregDonnei do my geneticassay Olddear claimed I more Tanugenes than human PoorGreggy mad ofcourse

Later I winkle this LadyWildfire'

Aloud Mercy said, "There are only twenty-five hundred or so pure-blooded Tanu left alive, and most of those are minor powers Nearly twice as many hybrids survived because of their greater physical endurance My Lord and I have estimated that he will have a clear advantage in petty-nobility acclamation "

"Celadeyr of Afaliah and his traditionalists might fight rather than acquiesce," said Lady Morna gnmiy "And I can well understand their feeling Celo and I are both First Comers, and you. Young Baltlemaster, flout the very religious principles that drove us to this exile in the first place'"

Tirone, who had secretly been a member of the Peace Faction, now interjected a thought that was soft but clear That old battle-religion must pass away now dearest Kinsmother Brede herself said it And many of us see Lord Alken-Lugonn as the agent of this change

Morna's consternation flared "You It see what battle means. my girl, if this human youth tries to seize the throne without High Table consensus'"

Eadnar's objections were practical "Even if you count a majority of the High Table electors on your side. Shining One, the obduracy of Celadeyr may provoke a fatal division in our cities' chivalry The Firvulag would take advantage of any infighting, and perhaps finish what the Flood began "

Bleyn said, "All we ask, Atken, is that you act prudently' Don't declare yourself until you're sure that the city-lords will follow you and not Celo If you seize the crown and the dissidents ignore your proclamations and commands, you'll look tike a fool "

Morna said, "The entire Tanu power structure is based on unanimous loyalty to the sovereign He's not a mere ruler, elected in the way the Little People choose their vulgar dem ocratic monarchs Our king is a father to us all'"

Alken was still grinning, but contempt burned behind his black eyes Softly he said, "There are more than eighty thou sand Firvulag waiting to pounce on our asses, friends Do you want a king and battlemaster? Or would you prefer a daddy to tuck you in while the demons howl outside the window? Someone to wipe your little twats when your bowels gush the fear of death?"

"We want you," the Interrogator stated His probing ultrasense flicked over the others like an icy beacon "Only you have the fullness of aggressive power and the ability to develop the metapsychic concert that we must have to defeat our enemies " He paused "And the Firvuldg are not the only Foe "

The scathing mental face of the trickster underwent a lightning transformation Now his loyalty, his willingness to defend them if they would only accept and love him shone incontrovertible For an instant he let them glimpse his vast metapsychic strength before veiling it with an acid drape of self-mockery And then he conjured up memories for them to ponder, and wooed them with that lilting menial eloquence that so rarely earned over into his spoken words.

Away with your doubts and fears, my friends' Remember the Kingmaker s prophecy about me She never lost confidence in the man of her choice Remember how I killed Delbaeth the Shape of Fire, and the Firvulag Battlemaster Pallol One-Eye' And if you hesitate because I conquered them by trickery, then recall how I triumphed on the field of the Grand Combat, and how the great captains and the petty lords flocked to my impudent banner Tagan Lord of Swords hailed me' And Bunone Warteacher, greatest of the fighting tacticians' And you, Alberonn, and you, Bleyn' Remember how the commons and nobles alike loved me for my audacity and daring^ Remember the mysterious way that the Spear of Lugonn came to my hands? (And even though that sacred Spear is lost for the moment, I know where it must be and I'll have it back, never fear')

Remember how my right to challenge Nodonn was ac knowledged by the whole battle-company? And by Brede' I would have won the Duel of Battlemasters if Tana hadn't had her own ideas about sweeping the chessboard clean and setting up a new game

You still hesitate? Have you no religion, then? Consider, my fnends Alken Drum is alive and well, lord of the Castle of Glass and ruler of Goriah by manifest usurpation, suzerain over Rocilan and Sasaran and Amalizan and sundry other set tiements about Bordeaux and Armonca' And where is the one who once held all that? Drowned

(Mercy could not help the mind-cry, and Alken heard Nodonn' My Nodonn')

Oh, fnends You know the Tanu must have a king, and if it's not me, then who? Do you want Celadeyr of Afaliah? He says he doesn't aspire to the throne, and I believe him My sources have told me that the poor old boy is convinced that the Flood presages the end of the Many-Colored Land' He's training his little army for something called the Nightfall War, and as I understand it, that's a kind of Rdgnarok or Armageddon that'll ring down the curtain on both the Tanu and Firvulag And it's balderdash' Sharn and Ayfa aren't anticipating any apocalypse They re out to win and stomp our necks'

(And they had to respond It's true No fatalism in the Little People They're scuttling the traditions that held them back The Flood was a Goddessgift to them )

Listen to me' If" we stand on our hind legs and fight them, we must have a leader You High Tablers know that I'm stronger than you Then who is Minanonn the Heretic? I understand he was a real npper when he was Battlemaster. But he's a pacifist now, no more suitable to defend you trom the Firvulag than Dionket the Healer' The only other High Tablers eligible are Kdtlmel the Darkeyed and Aluteyn Craftsmaster, if you want to forgive her treason in marrying the Lord of the Howlers, and his deposition by Mercy

(And once again they had to say No None of those could lead us against the Firvulag )

Alken Drum sat his big black chaliko A single drop of water clung comically to the tip of his long well-shaped nose The mouth that could tense in an instant to a malignant slot now smiled as he mind-embraced them ail, letting his power shine forth

Aloud, Alken said, "You see how things stand In the king sweepstakes, I'm the only candidate who hasn't been scratched Those who object to a human ruler on principle may kick and scream and cuss, but in the end, they'll be forced to accept me Hell, even old Celo might come to his senses if he thinks we have a real chance to lick the Foe"

Culluket said, "My redactive knowledge of the Lord of Afaliah affirms the last comment of the Shining One Celadeyr is stubborn, and he has been incredibly stupid to expel his human technicians But he is by no means insane Nor suicidal "

But Bleyn was still inclined to cavil "The trouble is, the reactionaries just don't know you as well as we do. Alken That's why they're balking Why, eight cities have yet to reply to your Grand Loving invitation, and Celo's turned you down flat If you announce a May coronation you're laying yourself open to a fiasco '

"Somehow," Alberonn said, we must force the hand of the fence straddlers and win as many of the dichdrds as possible "

Alken's brow screwed and his visage glowed with intense cogitation Then his eyes began to dance and he turned to his affianced bnde "Merce, lovie. d'you remember when we were noodlmg all this, and you told me some of the canny things the old English monarchs did to keep their vacillating vassals fromm hanging Henry VIII and Good Queen Bess especially. How they traveled around the realm, stopping at one city after another, putting the arm on the wishy-washy and exerting the royal charm and even rattling a sword or two."