"Open," she yelled. For just a second, everything seemed to freeze. Then the wolf's neck-cuff snapped open, allowing him to complete his leap, even as the lantern continued on past, smashing into the wall, its fire greedily licking up the splashed fire starter trailing from the soaked animal. The wolf, now free of the imprisoning neck-cuff, transformed himself in mid-air. The animal that landed on Lord Raptor was two-legged, human and really, really angry.
"Get him off me. Get him off me," Lord Raptor yelled. "He's on fire, get him off me."
The guard, who had started forward to obey Lord Raptor, stopped short, obviously afraid of dealing with a man who was on fire. At the same time, Ja'Nil frantically eyed the two men. Was Ee'Rick on fire? Lord knows there was plenty of fire in the room. It was soaking up the oxygen, turning the locked room into a death oven.
Not a good way to die.
After the fire starter was gone, the only fuel would be the two rickety chairs, the old desk, and of course, the four people.
At least Ee'Rick seemed to have shed the fire starter along with his wolf persona.
Ee'Rick and Lord Raptor rolled about on the floor trying to kill each other, but the fire became too distracting for both of them. They separated, panting and furious. Dealing with the fire came first.
"Open the door, you fool," yelled Lord Raptor to the soldier. "Get me out of here."
The soldier desperately tried to insert the awkward size key, but he was so frightened of the fire that he couldn't stop shaking. It didn't help that someone on the other side was trying to break the door down. Unfortunately, it was a very well-made door.
Ja'Nil backed into a corner as far from the fire as she could get.
Ee'Rick turned to her. "Open the door," he ordered.
"I can't… oh." Could she? "Open," she yelled at it.
The door slammed open, tumbling several soldiers into the room and knocking Lord Raptor's soldier onto his rear end.
The open door also allowed more oxygen into the room causing the fire to flare up with a roar.
"Everyone out," yelled one of the soldiers.
Lord Raptor pushed his way past the man and out the door. Ee'Rick grabbed Ja'Nil and pulled her out with him; Lord Raptor's hapless soldier followed them. One of the new soldiers slammed the door shut, cutting off fresh oxygen to the fire.
CHAPTER 32
These new soldiers did not wear Lord Raptor's colors. A Sky Person with ramrod straight posture, quelling blue eyes, smooth black skin, and beautiful bright red hair, worn in a long queue down his back, was to be in charge. When he finished issuing orders on how to deal with the fire, he turned to examine the people he had rescued.
"Jay'Ce, are these the two from the dungeon?" he asked a young woman in civilian clothes who had accompanied the soldiers.
"I don't know, Captain, I never saw the prisoners."
Ja'Nil was in shock. Her father had been right; she did have a gift. She could move things with her mind!
Of course, Ja'Nil being Ja'Nil, doubts immediately crowded in. Wasn't it more likely that Ee'Rick's neck-cuff simply snapped under the strain of the lunging wolf? As for opening the door just now, obviously the soldiers had simply succeeded in finally ramming it open.
Could she really open things like locks and doors and trap doors? What about that boulder after the Funnel Storm?
Lord Raptor immediately took charge of the situation. "Captain Y'Nota," he said. "You are not supposed to be in the Palace. Your station is outside the walls. What are you doing here?"
Y'Nota's skin was so dark it was impossible to see if he flushed with anger at Lord Raptor's tone, but he answered calmly enough.
"Following new orders," he said.
Lord Raptor drew himself up to his full height. "Who dared…? You will return to your station immediately."
"My authority comes from the royal family, the Queen Presumptive, to be specific," said Captain Y'Nota in a mild voice.
Lord Raptor positively sneered. "I am Regent of all Cancordia. Princess Lil'Li is too young to handle the reins of government. Also the Princess and I are soon to marry. You take your orders from me."
For a moment, Captain Y'Nota hesitated, and then he shrugged. "Until the council confirms you are Regent, I must take my orders from the Queen Presumptive. Incidentally, your betrothed's orders are to arrest you."
Lord Raptor laughed. "I see you have abandoned all plans for advancement, Captain Y'Nota. Do you intend to join your three brothers scratching out a miserable living on that useless bit of land they call a farm? Grubbing in the dirt: how appropriate. Does your family even own the land, or are they just pathetic tenants?
Y'Nota's face showed no emotion whatever. "Lord Raptor, you are under arrest." He turned to his second in command. "Disarm him and take him to his cell."
"You wouldn't dare."
The soldiers looked at Y'Nota uncertainly. Lord Raptor and Y'Nota studied each other for a long moment.
"Arrest him," Y'Nota repeated.
As the soldiers closed in on him, Lord Raptor backed up to the wall, his hand going to his sword hilt. But the soldiers also had swords. It's a daunting thing to have four sharp, heavy blades just inches away from stabbing into one's vulnerable body.
"Disarm him," said the captain.
One of the soldiers put up his own sword, stepped forward, and pulled Lord Raptor's sword free of its sheath. He also took Raptor's knife.
"You'll regret this day's work," Lord Raptor assured the captain. Then he looked at all the soldiers surrounding him. "All of you will regret this. When I'm finished with you, you and your families won't even have a bowl to beg with."
The soldier who had taken his weapons snorted, and then roughly turned Lord Raptor around to manacle his wrists together.
"Take him to his cell. Double watch at all times," ordered Y'Nota.
The soldiers marched Lord Raptor away.
CHAPTER 33
The next day a hearing in the council chamber was convened. The chamber had a rose-colored marble floor, and rose-colored marble pillars supporting a soaring ceiling. There were no walls, just open spaces between the pillars looking out over soft neat lawns and flowers in every color that Ja'Nil had ever seen. She didn't even know the names of some of the colors.
The room held more than three hundred people with no sense of crowding. By some odd trick of perspective, wherever she stood, no matter how many people stood in front of her, Ja'Nil had a clear view of the Council Table.
The table fascinated her; a large slab of glowing white marble floating above the floor without any sign of support. Ruby colored pitchers of water and beautiful flute-like glasses sat before every chair. The water must have been very cold; beads of condensation ran down the side of the glasses.
The other people in the room were a varied lot: soldiers, nobles, clerks, and advisors of every race. All of them looked very important to Ja'Nil, and all were richly, some even gorgeously dressed. None of them, she noticed, had a tear in the right knee of their dusty leggings. She sighed. As always, she was the messy one in any group.
Wandering over to one of the open spaces where she would have expected a wall to be, Ja'Nil saw an ornamental lake in the distance. People strolled about, children ran and laughed. She could hear the buzzing of insects, but none seemed able to penetrate into the chamber itself. When nearby trees rustled and swayed in the breeze, all remained calm within the council chamber, yet the room was wide open. How did they keep the outside, outside?
She started to step out of the chamber, down onto the grass, but Captain Y'Nota gently caught her arm. "Careful," he said. "It's easy to leave the Chamber, but quite complicated to return."
Ja'Nil thought of the travel gate by which she and Ee'Rick had entered the Queen's Audience Chamber. Was it only two days ago?
"How do they do that?" she asked Y'Nota.
He shrugged, "It's beyond me."
Maybe Ee'Rick knows, she thought, and looked around for him. Not far away, he was leaning ag
ainst one of the pillars, arms crossed over his chest, hands tucked in his armpits, legs crossed at the ankles. He watched her and Captain Y'Nota with a brooding expression.
To Ja'Nil, Ee'Rick looked both dignified and handsome. He was obviously at home in such a group. She was proud of him, while at the same time conscious of what little consequence she was to him.
He probably thinks of me as some kind of pet.
As she watched, one of the gorgeously dressed nobles approached Ee'Rick. They spoke for several minutes, both looking very intense. It seemed to her that the noble treated Ee'Rick with great civility, even deference.
The mellow sound of a gong sounded and seven people, three women and four men, entered the chamber. Of all the different races, yet all were dressed alike in long slivery-white tunics over black leggings. Around their necks they wore red and gold ribbons. At the end of the ribbons, each wore a unique jeweled pendent.
They ranged from ancient old man of the Sky People with rheumy blue eyes and wrinkled grayish black skin, his hair red and straight but dull with age; to a short, woman of the Earth People like Ja'Nil, with a piercing gaze and the carriage of the soldier. They seated themselves at the council table, leaving vacant the high-backed chair in the middle.
The sound of flutes and the soft shimmy of brushed drums heralded the entrance of Princess Lil'Li. Gone was the harried midnight visitor with her light sticks and sharp knives. This Princess Lil'Li was another person altogether, with her glossy white hair arranged high on her head in an intricate design; she wore artfully decorated blue and silver robes that somehow managed to look both military and feminine.
The seven council members rose politely at her entrance. All talking in the room stopped and everyone turned to face the Princess. She walked to the high-backed chair and waited.
Everyone bowed their heads. Ja'Nil hastily followed suit. She watched the others out of the corner of her eyes. How long was she supposed to keep her head down?
The Princess must have given a signal, for people straightened up. Some talk resumed, but for the most part everyone watched the Council Table.
One of the clerks stepped forward. "All here present, do listen and ponder," he said in a rather squeaky voice. "Before Her Royal Highness, Princess Lil'Li, Queen Presumptive of all Cancordia and this Council, lie two questions of great import."
Then he turned and bowed to one of the councilors, a man of the Cloud People, who sat at the right hand of the Princess. The man rose.
"The questions are two, yet also one," he said and looked at the assembled people. "First, Lord Raptor, of Raptor Keep, advisor to the late Queen, lead chair of the Cancordian Military Council and head of an ancient and distinguished noble family, stands accused of treason."
There was a moment of shocked silence, and then everyone began to talk at once.
"He's a noble, for the Lord's sake," Ja'Nil heard over and over again.
"They'll never prove it," said others.
"Whose crazy idea is this?" asked still others.
A few looked grimly pleased. Others looked frightened.
Again, there came the sound of the gong and people fell silent. The same councilor spoke again.
"Lord Raptor's accuser is Her Royal Highness, Princess Lil'Li, Queen Presumptive of all Cancordia."
Gasps. A few heads nodded, some shocked, "no's." Some faces showed deepening fear, others grim satisfaction.
Ja'Nil listened carefully to those around her. Unless the Princess has real proof, she thought, these people will never convict one of their own.
"What is the second question to be decided?" called out a noblewoman.
Everyone quieted down to hear the answer. The councilman cast an uneasy glance at Princess Lil'Li, who stared coolly ahead.
"The second question to be decided on this day," he said, "is whether or not Lord Raptor should be appointed Regent of the Realm until Her Royal Highness has reached her eighteenth birthday two years from now."
Dead silence.
"We will proceed," squeaked the clerk. "Summon Lord Raptor."
The crowd in the front of the room backed up, leaving a large open space before the council table. There was the mournful sound of a flute and then Lord Raptor seemed to rise from the very ground. First, his head and shoulders were visible then his torso, then all of him stood proudly before the council table. A thin ribbon of light encircling him was the only indication of his status. To Ja'Nil, the ribbon of light looked almost like an enhancement rather than an indictment.
She had to admit he cut an impressive figure. Although on the short side for a Cloud Person, he held himself so erect that his stocky body seemed to tower over the Council Table. His green skin was darker than usual, probably from rage, thought Ja'Nil. Others apparently agreed, because quite a number stepped back to give Lord Raptor even more room.
Dressed in a fine red and gold tunic over red leggings with his family crest prominently displayed, his expression was both fierce and disdainful. His white hair gleamed with health and stood up fiercely in a two-inch swath in the middle of his head from his forehead to the back of his neck. The rest of his head had been freshly shaved. The jeweled belt around his trim waist held a large ceremonial knife. No cringing prisoner he, but a man who considered himself in control.
"Lord Raptor," squeaked the clerk, "how do you answer to the charge of treason laid before this council?"
Lord Raptor waved the charge away with a brusque gesture of his hand. "Before that nonsense is discharged," he said, in a deep authoritative voice that carried easily throughout the room, "I will address the question of Regency for Cancordia."
The Councilman who sat at the right hand of Princess Lil'Li cleared his throat and half stood. "The Council would prefer to deal with the treason charge first," he said.
Lord Raptor ignored him. "I ask the Council," he said, then turned to face the crowded room, "I ask all here, do you really want a young, innocent, and ignorant girl to lead our country?"
Princess Lil'Li's expression turned even colder, but she did not speak. Lord Raptor continued. He seemed perfectly rational. There was no sign of the half-crazed man who had insisted Ja'Nil fly around the room.
"We all know that under Cancordian law, even if she has undergone her Adult Ritual, no one under the age of eighteen years may rule Cancordia alone. I propose myself as Regent until our Princess has reached her majority and presumably some sense." He gave a small smile. "We all know our beloved Princess Lil'Li. We are all aware of her impulsiveness, her lack of interest in the daily tasks of government. And this is as it should be; after all, she is still a child. But just imagine the state of our country after only a short time under her schoolgirl attempts to lead. Worse, imagine how foreign governments will take advantage of her and encroach upon our borders, then our villages, until they reach the very gates of Cordia itself." He paused to let his words sink in.
"Indeed," he continued, "it has already begun. Already, our young and inexperienced Princess has embraced and freed two dangerous spies." He turned with a fine dramatic flair and pointed at Ja'Nil.
Ja'Nil looked at him in amazement. There were some snickers around her. Apparently, her ragbag appearance did not fit in with anyone's idea of a dangerous foreign agent.
"And her partner," he added hastily, stabbing his finger in Ee'Rick's direction. No one snickered this time. As for Ee'Rick, he didn't even bother straightening away from the pillar.
"A classic defense of the devious and guilty," said Ee'Rick calmly. "Divert attention away from your own crimes by accusing others."
Behind Lord Raptor, Princess Lil'Li, in a cool, precise voice said, "And are you accusing me of treason, Lord Raptor?"
Lord Raptor turned and bowed low. "Of course not, Your Royal Highness, merely of gullibility. I grant you, they are a sympathetic pair; one, a poor little Fisherfolk girl, the other an exotic, handsome young man. Handsome enough to turn a young woman's head."
Princess Lil'Li blushed dark green.
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bsp; "Also there is proof that these two are spies for the Warlord No'Sila."
"No'Sila!" There was a murmur throughout the room. The council members listened stone faced. Lord Raptor turned to the crowd.
"That's right, No'Sila! My sources tell me that at this very moment he is readying to attack Cordia.
Again, the sound of an unseen gong rang out. The crowd immediately silenced.
"Your sources?" asked one of the councilmen.
Lord Raptor gestured and O'Keeven stepped out of the crowd.
Oh, for the love of the Circle! Ja'Nil rolled her eyes.
"I employ this man to keep an eye on No'Sila. Repeat what you told me," he ordered O'Keeven.
"Ah… well."
Ja'Nil straightened. Here come more lies.
"You want me to tell everything?" O'Keeven asked.
"Everything."
Ja'Nil watched O'Keeven take the measure of the people in the chamber; this was his audience. He actually swelled with professional pride. The curséd man was enjoying himself.
"No'Sila," O'Keeven began, "is a cagey type, no mistaking it. He sent those two to lure away the main portion of your militia with false tales of flooding and civil unrest in the east. It worked, too," he said and nodded sagely to himself. "We've barely enough soldiers left to patrol the walls."
"And why did he do this?" prompted Lord Raptor.
"He's waiting."
"Waiting for what?"
"For that girl there and her cohort to return with the information he needs to attack," said O'Keeven. "He's gathering an army at his keep. I've seen it. No'Sila's just waiting for their signal."
Ee'Rick snorted and said, "Lord No'Sila is a petty warlord with no more than a hundred mounted soldiers. They could no more take Cordia than they could fly to the three moons. Cordia could hold them off for years with just the people in this room."
Lord Raptor smiled. "And how do you know that, spy?"
There was an uneasy murmur from around the room. Again, it was cut off by the sound of the unseen gong. In the silence, Princess Lil'Li stood up to address the crowd, which immediately fell silent.
"My people," she said. "I shall address the two charges put before this council; the charges that Lord Raptor has managed to twist and transform into an attack on both myself and these two visitors to our capital." Somehow, standing in front of the high backed chair, her voice was projected so it reached all corners of the room.