The Queen's Blade (14 page)

"So, your deeds are rewarded, and quickly too, I must say."

Blade swung around to find Kerrion grinning at him.The Prince went on, "Usually these things take days to arrange. It seems your queen knew in advance of your success."

The assassin scowled at his former captive. "So, they let you out of your cage."

"Oh, yes, I have already dined with the Queen and spent many long time-glasses talking to her. She is a little naive, but no more so than any other young woman. She wants a peace treaty, as I suspected. You will not be allowed the satisfaction of adding me to your tally."

Blade shrugged. "Life is full of little surprises."

"The Invisible Assassin, hmmm? If only they knew."

"I have never left anyone alive to tell my secret before."

"Well, I am sure it will make fascinating dinner conversation tonight." He chuckled. "Perhaps you will give a demonstration?"

Blade stepped closer, his demeanour threatening. "I should have killed you."

"Too late now. Lords do not kill princes."

"One word from the Queen, and I will stop your flapping tongue forever."

"You will be disappointed, she plans to send me back."

Blade turned away. "She may yet change her mind."

"I doubt it. She wants peace too much. I would say that she will do anything to achieve it."

"But since you do not, you are quite useless to her, are you not?" The assassin faced him again. "Perhaps your brother will be more amenable, especially to threats upon his life. Now that he has seen that he is vulnerable, as your father was, he may wish to protect himself."

Kerrion looked put out. "Lerton's ego is too big for him to give way to such threats."

"You do not sound entirely confident of that."

"My brother will not leave the city."

"That is supposed to daunt me?" Blade smiled, and Kerrion glowered at him.

"Your queen will not sanction it."

"If you co-operate, I doubt it. But if you do not, you may well end up dead, and your brother may find himself faced with a choice between peace and death."

"You have a high opinion of your abilities," Kerrion growled.

"Surely you cannot be such a fool as to doubt me?"

The Prince met Blade's eyes, and the assassin knew that Kerrion would find in their wintry depths the chilling certainty that to doubt him was folly. Blade went on, "Tread softly, Prince, and listen well to the Queen's suggestions. Your life may depend upon it. Killing you and all your kin will give me more pleasure than lands and titles."

"One word to the Queen, and you could find yourself on the gallows, assassin. I doubt that she takes kindly to her minions threatening the man with whom she would negotiate peace."

Blade affected a startled air. "Did I threaten you?" He smiled. "I never kill without a client, but she may grow weary of your foolishness yet, and decide to take another course, such as the one I have suggested. And since I now have her ear, I may suggest it to her myself, especially if I should find myself at all annoyed by certain disclosures regarding my occupation."

"I will not be blackmailed," Kerrion declared. "I will judge the negotiations upon their merit, and not be swayed by your threats."

"Bear it in mind, nonetheless."

By now, the hall had filled, and the Queen arrived with her retainers to seat herself between the assassin and the Prince. Blade found himself on her right hand, with Chiana just beyond him. As soon as all had taken their places, the meal was served, starting with the Queen, then her guests. As soon as the servants moved away, Minna turned to Blade.

"So, My Lord, how did you like the ceremony?"

Blade's brows rose. "You call me 'My Lord'?"

"Of course. That is now your title. Any who do not address you thus are rude, and you may chastise them, if you will."

"Really?" He glanced at Kerrion. "I will have to remember that."

"You did not answer my question, Lord Conash."

"The ceremony? I could have done well enough without it."

"I could tell." She smiled. "Nevertheless, it is now official. You no longer have to prostrate yourself to me. Not that you ever did, but a bow is all that is required of you."

He sampled the sucking pig and steamed vegetables in a spicy sauce. "And these lands that are now mine, when may I see them?"

"For now, you are required here. When I can spare you, you may travel to inspect them. They are administered efficiently, at the moment."

"What do you need me for, My Queen?"

Minna shot him a quelling look, and Kerrion commented, "You obviously have no knowledge of protocol, Lord Conash. It is not polite to question the Queen."

"What would you know of queens, Kerrion, since you have none in Cotti lands?" Blade shot back.

"I treat them the same as kings, of which you have no experience, either."

"I would not say that. I know that they bleed like any other man, and their blood is red. They die just like commoners, too."

Minna frowned at Blade. "This is not a subject I wish to hear of, Lord Conash, and both of you will stop sparring this instant."

Blade smiled and turned his attention to his meal, ignoring Kerrion's furious glare. The two did not speak to each other again after that, and Minna-Satu divided her attention between them for the rest of the meal. When at last the feast ended, Blade had imbibed a great deal of excellent wine, and felt quite expansive. He had not been so drunk, he reflected, for several years. To do so was dangerous. It slowed his reflexes and interfered with his reasoning. This night, however, at the Queen's side, he was confident of his safety.

The assassin's wariness of becoming inebriated had never stopped him from drinking, for that had always been one of his few pleasures. Usually he only allowed himself to reach the point of being comfortably numb, when many things became amusing, and he could laugh. This night he had not laughed, but quickly passed to the point where he could no longer think clearly, whereupon the manservant helped him to his rooms. Blade flopped down on the bed and fell asleep as the servant removed his boots. A short while later, he snapped awake, his heightened senses warning him of a presence in the room, even in his drunken state. Minna sat on the edge of the bed, regarding him with deep concern.

He relaxed. "You should not be here, My Queen."

"Why, pray tell?"

"It is not seemly for you to be in a man's bed chamber."

Minna smiled. "With you I am safe."

"Still, rumours may grow from this. It is not right."

"What will they say? Most know of your... misfortune, though I have only told Chiana, for she was too innocent to see it. I think she was greatly disappointed."

He rubbed his eyes, trying to see her more clearly. She had shed her finery, and wore a simple robe of vivid green, her hair loose about her shoulders. "Do you often frequent the bedrooms of your lords?"

"Blade!"

"I did not mean..." He groaned. "I am drunk. What are you doing here?"

"I was concerned. You drank far too much tonight."

"Indeed I did, and now you torture me. I must sleep."

Minna smiled again. "And so you shall, when I leave."

Blade tried to sit up, and found that his right arm had gone numb. He rubbed it, grimacing as it tingled with returning blood. "Well, I am still alive, My Queen. You need not concern yourself."

"But I am concerned. You abuse yourself. You are consumed by a great sadness and hatred. I saw it the moment I met you. What is it that makes you so sad?"

"I would have thought that was obvious."

"There is more to life than the pleasures of the flesh."

He tried to unlace his tunic, which pinched him, but the laces kept slipping from his fingers. "I have been denied more than that. I will never have a family, or be anything more than a paid killer with a fancy title." He gave up trying to undo the laces and raised a hand to his brow. "Why am I telling you this?"

"Because you are drunk. But now that you are a lord, you can make a good marriage. Many women would be honoured to wed you."

"I do not need some trollop who will sleep with every man in the city and present me with a troop of bastards to feed and clothe."

She shook her head. "A woman of good breeding would not do that."

"Nor would she be happy. Why are you so concerned about me?"

The Queen rose and wandered around the room, multiplying in Blade's blurred vision until he closed his eyes to block it out.

"You are a good man," she said. "I knew it the moment I met you, and so did Shista. I shall need you at my side in the future, and I do not want you to drink yourself into an early grave, no matter how deep your sadness and hatred."

He smiled. "You are wrong, My Queen. I am not good. I am a cold, unfeeling bastard, a remorseless killer. I care for no one, not even myself, and I do not care if I drink myself to death. If there was a price on your head, I may even kill you, but now you have made me so rich that I do not think you need worry about that."

She swung to face him with a frown, but his wry smile melted her anger. "You are lying. Why do you want everyone to hate you? Already you have made Kerrion dislike you, and that was deliberate, I will wager."

"A fair bet. But Kerrion is an idiot."

"No, he is not. He is a good man led astray, but he can be redeemed."

"He is Cotti," Blade growled.

"Yes, I forgot. For that, you can never forgive him."

"Why should I?"

"He did not do this to you, nor would he." She reclaimed her seat beside him. "You have been mightily wronged, and you are bitter. But I shall need you at my side."

"As a killer."

Minna inclined her head. "Probably. If this war is to be ended, I shall make many enemies, and I need someone like you, someone I can trust, who cannot be bought or seduced."

Blade made another attempt to undo the laces. "I thought I was to retire."

"I am asking for your help."

He slumped, closing his eyes. "You have it. Now may I go to sleep?"

"Not yet. You said something to Kerrion tonight, for he has become more amenable since your conversation. What did you tell him?"

He chuckled. "The dolt. I told him that if he did not agree to your plans, you would give him to me, and then I would threaten his brother into a treaty."

"Excellent. He believes you."

"He is a fool, then."

"Maybe not. With you, I have death at my side, and no one is beyond your reach."

He sighed and rolled onto his side, facing away from her. "I am just a man who knows how to stick a dagger into people and get away with it. One who is very drunk, and probably will not remember any of this conversation tomorrow."

Minna gazed at him, then grasped his shoulder and rolled him onto his back. Her deft fingers undid the laces that had foiled him, while Blade watched her through slitted eyes.

"What will your spies think, My Queen?"

"Jashimari queens were once tended by eunuchs as well as maidens. They will think nothing. Nor is there any shame in it."

Blade smiled and closed his eyes.

Minna studied his peaceful face and the sweet smile that held such innocence. It could warm the heart of its beholder even as he slid two hand-spans of cold steel into it. It was perhaps a greater weapon than his daggers, more deadly than steel, with its ability to melt even the strongest resolve. Already she knew its power, yet she had never seen any joy in it. She shivered and left him to sleep, returning to her room, where Shista waited.

Chapter Nine

The following day, Blade paid the penalty for his indulgence, and stayed abed until noon nursing a pounding head and a sour, rumbling gut.

When he was well enough to seek an audience with the Queen, the liveried flunky who stood at the doors informed him that Minna was entertaining Kerrion again, and had been doing so for most of the day. Blade waited while the servant conveyed his request to Minna-Satu, and it was soon granted. Kerrion emerged, looking annoyed, and walked away down the corridor, two guards accompanying him. Clearly he had been sent away when the flunky had announced that Lord Conash wished to see the Queen, and was none too pleased. The servant bowed to Blade and gestured for him to enter, holding open the doors.

Blade accorded Minna-Satu a swift bow and sat on a cushion before her, trying to rub away his frown. A dull ache persisted behind his eyes, and his stomach still gave the occasional rumble. Minna folded her hands and waited for him to speak, her head tilted. He came straight to the point.

"I remember little of what we discussed last night, but what I do disturbs me. It seems that you wish me to be some sort of protector. I am an assassin, not a bodyguard."

"I have a bodyguard." She glanced at the slumbering sand cat. "I need you to take death to my enemies, not protect me from them."

"So who do you want me to kill?"

"No one, at present. But I fear that there will be, in the future."

His frown deepened. "I have done as you wished and had my reward. There are other assassins."

"But none as good as you. I will use them if you wish, but they will fail me."

He gazed out of the window, then turned back to her. "You have an army to do your bidding. Surely they can kill your enemies?"

"Not when my enemies are amongst my people. To send soldiers would start a revolt. People would cry repression and injustice. An assassin can kill without causing an outcry."

His eyes narrowed. "Why would your people turn against you?"

"Some will not like what I plan."

"I may be one of them."

The Queen looked surprised. "Why would you wish the war to continue, Lord Conash?"

"Why would I want it to end? Or more to the point, how do you plan to end it?"

Minna gazed at him as if trying to penetrate his guarded expression and read the thoughts hidden behind his eyes. She made a vague, helpless gesture, a slight frown tugging at her brows. "You make this extremely difficult. Will you not trust me?"

"No. I trust no one, least of all those in high office."