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It was significant, though, that the man had asked for the coins of Latruria, rather than those of Merovence. He hoped it indicated nothing more than Latruria's nearness. Surely the peasants of Merovence couldn't have more faith in a foreign king than in their own queen! At least, when he saw the colt, he could see it was worth two ducats-though the distinction between a plow horse and a warhorse was a bit ambiguous, when the chargers had to be built to carry a full load of armor. This draft animal was testimony to the fact that a smart stallion, scenting a mare in heat, can outwit even the strongest stable and the smartest groom, for the colt was at least half Per-cheron. The other half wasn't much smaller or less massive, either-but the colt was a hand or two short of a Clydesdale and built a little more lightly; it wouldn't quite have blended in with a team of horses

Chapter

pulling a TV beer wagon. All in all, Matt didn't feel too badly about having been robbed, especially since the herdsman threw in a saddle

and bridle. They were old and cracked, but they worked. Two So, mounted as befitted the dignity of a wandering knight, Matt rode up to the local castle, braced for them to ask where his armor was.

The lords and ladies of King Boncorro's court laughed, clinked glasses, drank, and laughed some more. Here and there a man slipped a hand beneath the long table to stroke a lady's thigh; there and here the lady returned the gesture. Some were bolder and more open, kissing and caressing above the board, where all could see; in fact, there was as much fondling as conversation. The only rule seemed to be that the interplay had to be with someone else's spouse, but even this was not always followed to the letter. The married couples who kissed, though, did shock their neighbors.

A Puritan would have said that the surroundings encouraged such behavior, for King Boncorro's great hall was hung with tapestries depicting scenes from the newly rediscovered classics, ferreted out of moldering libraries by lapsed clerics. Here Venus cuddled within the circle of Adonis' arm; there she reached out to Mars, while Vulcan stood by, fuming. Dana@ stood in her shower of gold; Europa rode off on the back of the white bull; Cupid gazed down at Psyche, asleep in the posture of a wanton. All of them, true to the spirit of the Classical statues that had been unearthed, were completely nude. King Boncorro, though, seemed to be quite pleased with the overall effect. He leaned back in his chair at the high table, gazing at his court over the rim of his goblet with a feeling of satisfaction as he watched the high spirits below him. "It is good to watch my courtiers enjoy themselves, Rebozo." "Yes, your Majestyespecially since their dallying here means

they are not plotting rebellion on their estates in the provinces." The chancellor looked up at his king with a cracked smile.

"Your tapes-tries are very well-chosen toward the encouragement of such vices."

"I know," Boncorro sighed. "I had meant them to be an inducement to education and culture. It seems I still overestimate human nature.

" "Perhaps, though, they would be a bit more effective if your Roman gods and goddesses were being a bit more forthright in their play," the chancellor suggested, "or if your tapestries showed them in all the various stages of the game.

"No, I wish them to inspire my courtiers with the urge to cultivate their aesthetic senses," the king replied. "I will have the tapestries show nothing obscene-my lords and ladies do well enough at that as it is."

"Wherefore?" Rebozo spread his hands. "I had thought your Majesty's aim was to have them occupy their time with pleasure, to keep them from objecting to your plans for government." King Boncorro looked up at the chancellor with pleased surprise.

"You delight me with your insight-or am I so transparent as that?"

"Only to me, and I am used to the ways of intrigue," Rebozo assured him. "But why seek to stimulate their appreciation of the arts, Majesty? Why not merely encourage them to wallow in the pleasures of the flesh, as your grandfather did?"

"Because those pleasures pall, Rebozo," the king told him.

"The proof of it is the increasing decadence of my grandfather's amusements, as he strove harder and harder to pique his interest in the flesh. His courtiers, too, found that sexual pleasure required greater and greater excesses to stimulate them, when it was pleasure of the flesh alone."

The words sent a thrill of alarm through Rebozo-new ways, al-ways new ways!-so he tried to make light of it. "Greater excesses, and greater expenditures to buy living bodies for them to degrade and torture. " " 'Living bodies,' yes-not 'people,' " Boncorro said with irony. "Well, there is some truth to your claim, Rebozo-my courtiers are far less expensive than grandfather's depraved coterie. My lords and ladies provide one another's amusement and pleasure. Still, the cost of these nightly revels is substantial."

"What cost? The tapestries, which you bought once, and once only, whereas your grandfather had need to procure new toys every week, sometimes every night? The acrobats and jesters, the musicians who fill this room with lush strains and a sensuous rhythm? They are

serfs, and glad indeed to have such light work, with better lodging and food than ever they might have had in their villages!

The nightly banquets and the barrels of wine, all provided by your own farms and vineyards? The occasional troupe of strolling players, who are glad of a few ducats for a week's work? These cost only a fraction of your grandfather's expenditures on performers of decadent amusements and providers of perverse pleasures." The king smiled. "Come, Rebozo! The cost is still considerable."

"Aye, but it yields a handsome profit, though it will never show on the ledgers you so assiduously scrutinize!"

King Boncorro laughed aloud, and the nearer aristocrats looked up, alert for a joke they should share. He only smiled indulgently and waved his cup at them. They raised their own in salute, then went back to their badinage.

"That must be half the reason I keep you by me, good Chancellor," Boncorro said, "to have one about who can appreciate my scheming."

"Your genius, you mean." Rebozo's smile fairly glowed with pride.

"I rejoice that my risk in preserving your Majesty's life was so richly merited. But tell me-" A shadow of concern crossed his face.

"-why do you not join in your courtiers' games? Why do you hold yourself aloof, and not disport yourself among them?

You, too, must have your lighter moments, Majesty!"

"I must, and you know that, as you suggested, I maintain a dozen beautiful serving maids who have no work but to wait upon me in my private chambers," Boncorro answered. "As to the behavior of my aristocrats, I do not think it politic to impose my own morality on them-or my lack of morality; I have no objection to fornication, though I do not share their delight in adultery."

"Do you not?" The old chancellor cackled. "I think you long for it as much as any man, your Majesty! I have seen the way you look at Lord Amerhe's daughter!"

"Yes, and so has the rest of the court." Boncorro glanced at the lady in question and felt the fire of lust blaze as he let his glance linger on her flawless cheek, her full ruby lips, her swelling bosom more displayed than covered by the cut of her neckline. For a few minutes he devoured her with his eyes, enjoying the surge of desire she wakened in him-then he forced his eyes to look elsewhere. "The new Contessa of Corvo, you mean?

Ah, Rebozo! You know I must not gratify my senses with such as her, no matter how I long to!"

Even as he spoke, Sir Pestilline, seated next to the countess, reached past her for a tidbit from a platter on her other side; as he was

bringing it back, it "happened" to drop into her cleavage. The lady squealed, clapping a hand to her dcolletage, while the gentleman laughed, leaning forward, reaching-and the lady shrank away, giggling, her hand slipping lower ...

A hand clamped down on the man's shoulder and wrenched him about. He stared up in surprise-at the Conte of Corvo. With a single motion, the count loosed his hold and slapped the offender's cheek. Sir Pestilline's head rocked; then he was on his feet catching his dagger from the table. Corvo sneered and stepped back, drawing his sword.

The ladies screamed, the men shouted, benches turned over as all sprang up and away. In seconds a circle had opened around the two men, even as the count lunged at Sir Pestilline.

The knight jumped aside, dagger flicking out to parry the count's lunge as he drew his own sword-but too slowly, for Corvo riposted, then shouted in anger as he lunged again. And again Pestilline dodged, but too slowly; Corvo's blade slit his doublet and came away with its edge reddened. Pestilline howled in anger and leaped in, thrusting and parrying in earnest now. Corvo gave back as good as he got, and there wasn't even the slightest sign of mercy in either of their faces.

"Enough!" Boncorro cried, but the two hotheads could not hear him over the clash and clang of their swords. The king's mouth tightened in disgust, and he waved to his guards, who plowed through the throng, halberds at the ready. But they were taking too long; one man might be dead before they came. Boncorro rolled his hands about one another, then pantomimed throwing as he rapped out an arresting verse in an archaic language.

A loud report shook the great hall, and smoke billowed up between the two fighters. Ladies screamed and clung to their men; the two fighters leaped back, covering their mouths and noses, already coughing. Then the guardsmen were there; the king flung his hands up and out, and the smoke disappeared, leaving not a trace or a teary eye be-hind. Corvo and Sir Pestilline looked up, startled, to find crossed hal-herds separating them.

"Not within my great hall, lord and knight!" King Boncorro called. "My lords of L'Augustine and Benicci! Act for these two while they cool their heels outside my door! Conte Corvo! Sir Pes-tilline!

Leave this hall at once! Do not return until you have settled your differences and can sit at the same table without seeking to murder one another!"

The two men turned to face him, drawing themselves up and

sheathing their weapons. They bowed, then turned and marched out. The guardsmen opened the door before them and shut it after. L'Augustine and Benicci stepped forward to confer with one another as the courtiers turned to take their seats again with a buzz of avid conversation, everyone comparing notes on the incident. Even the young countess, the cause of the fracas, sat down and joined in the talk with a merry glint in her eye.

"They shall duel at sunrise tomorrow, I doubt not," the chancellor said, just as hungrily as any of the others.

"I do not doubt it," the king said, "and the outcome is forgone, un-less Pestilline has some noteworthy surprise in store, for Corvo is the best swordsman among the young bloods, and has slain two in duels already. " "And wounded four more. But he has not contended against your Majesty, and I believe you are more skilled with the blade than any of them."

"That may be true," Boncorro said frankly, "but I shall have no chance to put it to the test-for kings do not duel with swords."

"Noblemen do not challenge kings," Rebozo returned.

"Is this not reason enough for you to do as you please?"

"No, Rebozo, for though noblemen may not challenge kings, they may rise up against them," Boncorro said.

"Surely no lord would dare!"

"No one lord, perhaps," the king agreed, "but they might very well band together in twos or threes or tens, if all felt they had grievances against me that could not be answered in open court-grievances such as the seduction of a wife or daughter, or even of a sister or true love. Then would I have a civil war on my hands and watch my plans come to naught as battles ravaged the countryside and destroyed the prosperity that I labor so hard to achieve. That is why I must not seek the la-vors of this luscious young countess, or of any other woman of station." "Surely a knight's leman would be fair game for you, Majesty, for no knight could stand against the might of a king!"

"No, but his lord might ... What? " A servant had come up behind his chair and murmured in his ear.

The king nodded, satisfied, and the man bowed and went away.

"When and where?" asked the chancellor.

"Tomorrow at dawn," said Boncorro, "in the Summer Park, by the Royal Pavilion."

"More entertainment for your court," Rebozo mused. "How considerate of these two young men!"

"Yes, and if I have learned of their duel, it will not be long before word has spread to every man in this room, and not much longer be-fore it has been heard by every woman. There are trees and hedges in plenty about the pavilion, and I doubt not each one will be hiding its dozen of secret witnesses tomorrow morning."

"Every man of your court," the chancellor agreed.

"Well, two out of three, at least-the third will be still dead drunk, or too lazy to rise. There will be quite a few of the ladies, too, I doubt not-the Contessa of Corvo first among them, though she will pre-tend she is incognito in her cloak and mask.

Entertainment indeed, Rebozo-and those who do not watch in person will listen avidly to the reports. It will keep my court busy for another tedious day, and preserve them from mischief for three more as they review the details of the duel and the merits of the argument."

"Sound policy, your Majesty," Rebozo agreed.

"It is," the king mused, "so long as I do not become embroiled in such disputes myself. No, Rebozo-I must forbear the tour, and con-tent myself with the view."

"Yes, I see." Rebozo shook his head sadly. "If a dalliance with a highborn lady did not lead to a battle with her father, it would be sure to bring a confrontation with her husband-or even with an alliance of noblemen who considered their honor impugned.

Yes, Majesty, you are wise, though it must cost you dearly." Boncorro nodded. "No matter the number of aristocratic beauties who parade their charms before me, wearing their d6colletages as low as convention and natural philosophy permit-I must not touch them."

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