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"They're great friends," Geoffrey said as they walked through the twisting corridors. "Draca's given her a guest room until the Queen's apartment is finished. " He opened the library door. "Saetan, you are going to train her, aren't you?"
Hearing something odd in Geoffrey's voice, Saetan turned with much of his old grace. "Do you object?" He immediately choked back the snarl in his voice when he saw the uneasiness in Geoffrey's eyes.
"No," Geoffrey whispered, "I don't object. I'm . . . relieved. " He pointed to the books neatly stacked at one end of the blackwood table. "I pulled those out anticipating your visit, but there are some other volumes, some very ancient texts, that I'll pull out for you next time. I think you'll need them. "
Saetan settled into a leather chair beside the large blackwood table and gratefully accepted the glass of yarbarah Geoffrey offered. His leg ached. He wasn't up to this much walking.
He pulled the top book off the stack and opened it at the first marker. Lorn. "You did anticipate. "
Geoffrey sat at the other end of the table, checking other books. "Some. Certainly not all. " They exchanged a look. "Anything else I can check for you?"
Saetan quickly swallowed the yarbarah. "Yes. I need information about two witches named Morghann and Gabrielle. " He started reading the entry about Lorn.
"If they wear Jewels, they'll be in the Keep's registry. "
"It's a safe bet you'll find them in the darker ranks," Saetan said, not looking up,
Geoffrey pushed his chair back. "What Territories?"
"Hmm? I've no idea. Jaenelle's from Chaillot, so start with Territories around there where those names are common. "
"Saetan," Geoffrey said with annoyed humor, "sometimes you're as useful as a bucket with a hole in the bottom. Can you give me a little more of a starting point?"
Pulled away from his third attempt to read the same paragraph, Saetan snapped, "Between the ages of six and eight. Now will you let me read?"
Geoffrey replied in a language Saetan didn't understand, but translation wasn't required. "I'll have to check the registry at Terreille's Keep, so this may take a while even if any of your information is remotely accurate. Help yourself to more yarbarah. "
The hours melted away. Saetan read the last entry Geoffrey had marked, carefully closed the book, and rubbed his eyes. When he finally looked up, he found Geoffrey studying him. A strange look was in the librarian's black eyes. Two registers lay on the table.
Saetan rested his steepled fingers on his chin. "So?"
"You got the names and the age range right," Geoffrey said softly.
That icy finger whispered down Saetan's spine. "Meaning?"
Geoffrey slowly, almost reluctantly, opened the first book at the page marker. "Morghann. A Queen who wears Birthright Purple Dusk. Almost seven years old. Lives in the village of Maghre on the Isle of Scelt in the Realm of Kaeleer. "
"Kaeleer!" Saetan tried to jump up. His leg buckled immediately. "How in the name of Hell did she get into the Shadow Realm?"
"Probably the same way she got into the Dark Realm. " Geoffrey opened the second register and hesitated. "Saetan, you will train her well, won't you?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Gabrielle. A queen who wears birthright opal. Seven years old. Strong possibility she's a natural Black Widow. Lives in the Realm of Kaeleer in the Territory of the Dea al Mon. "
Saetan pillowed his head in his arms and moaned. The Children of the Wood. She'd seen the Children of the Wood, the fiercest, most private race ever spawned in Kaeleer. "It's not possible," he said, bracing his arms on the table. "You've made a mistake. "
"I've made no mistake, Saetan. "
"She lives in Terreille, not Kaeleer. You've made a mistake. "
"I've made no mistake. "
Ice whispered down his spine, freezing nerves, turning into a cold dagger in his belly. "It's not possible," Saetan said, spacing out the words. "The Dea al Mon have never allowed anyone into their Territory. "
"It appears they've made an exception. "
Saetan shook his head. "It's not possible. "
"Neither is finding Lorn," Geoffrey replied sharply. "Neither is walking with impunity through the length and breadth of Hell. Yes, we know about that. The last time she visited here, Char came with her. "
"The little bastard," Saetan muttered.
"You asked me to find Morghann and Gabrielle. I found them. Now what are you going to do?"
Saetan stared at the high ceiling. "What would you have me do, Geoffrey? Shall we take her away from her home? Confine her in the Keep until she comes of age?" He let out a strained laugh. "As if we could. The only way to confine her would be to convince her she couldn't get out, to brutalize her instincts until she wasn't sure of anything anymore. Do you want to be the bastard responsible for that emotional butchering? Because I won't do it. By the Darkness, Geoffrey, the living myth has come, and this is the price required to have her walk among us. "
Geoffrey carefully closed the registers. "You're right, of course, but . . . is there nothing you can do?"
Saetan closed his eyes. "I will teach her. I will serve her. I will love her. That will have to be enough. "
3—Terreille
Surreal swung through the front door of Deje's Red Moon house in Beldon Mor, flashed a smile at the brawny red-coated doorman, and continued through the plant-strewn, marble-floored entryway until she reached the reception desk. Once there, she smacked the little brass bell on the desk enough times to annoy the most docile temper.
A door marked "Private" snapped open, and a voluptuous middle-aged woman hurried out. When she saw Surreal, her scowl vanished and her eyes widened with delighted surprise.
"So, you've come again at last. " Deje reached under the desk, pulled out a thick stack of small papers, and waved them at Surreal. "Requests. All willing to pay your asking price—and everyone knows what a thief you are—and all wanting a full night. "
Without taking them, Surreal riffled the stack with her fingertip. "If I accommodated them all, I could end up being here for months. "
Deje tilted her head. "Would that be so bad?"
Surreal grinned, but there was something sharp and predatory in her gold-green eyes. "I'd never get my asking price if my"—she twiddled her fingers at the papers—"friends thought I'd always be around. That would cut into your profit margin, too. "
"Too true," Deje said, laughing.
"Besides," Surreal continued, hooking her black hair behind her delicately pointed ears, "I'll only be here for a few weeks, and I'm not looking for a heavy schedule. I'll work enough days to pay for room and board and spend the rest of the time sightseeing. "
"How many ceilings do you want to see? That's all you'll look at in this business. "
"Why, Deje!" Surreal fanned herself. "That's not at all true. Sometimes I get to see the patterns in the silk sheets. "
"You could always take up horseback riding. " Deje stuffed the papers under the desk. "I hear there are some pretty trails just outside the city proper. "
"No thanks. When the work's done, I'm not interested in mounting anything else. You want me to start tonight?"
Deje patted her dark, richly dressed hair. "I'm sure there's someone who made a reservation tonight who'll rise to the occasion. "
They grinned at each other.
Deje called in a slim leather folder and removed a piece of expensive parchment. "Hmm. A full house. And there's always one or two who'll show up sure that they're too important to need a reservation. "
Surreal propped her elbows on the desk, her face in her hands. "You've got an excellent chef. Maybe they're just here for dinner. "
Deje smiled wickedly. "I try to accommodate all kinds of hunger. "
"And if the special's taken, the main entrées are still delicious. "
Deje laughed, her shaking bosom threatening to shimmy out of her low-cut gown. "Well put. Here. " She pointed to a name on the list.
"I remember you saying you don't mind him. He'll probably be half-starved, but he appreciates appetizers as well as the main course. "
Surreal nodded. "Yes, he'll do nicely. One of the garden rooms?"
"Of course. I've done a little redecorating since you were last here. I think you'll like it. You have a true appreciation for such things. " Deje reached into one of the little cubbyholes in the wall behind the desk and pulled out a key. "This one will suit. "
Surreal palmed the key. "Dinner in the room, I think. Is there a menu there? Good. I'll order ahead. "
"How do you remember all their likes and dislikes, particularly from so many places, so many different customs?"
Surreal looked mockingly offended. "Deje. You used to play the rooms before you got ambitious. You know perfectly well that's what little black books are for. "
Deje shooed Surreal from the desk. "Away with you. I have work to do, and so do you. "
Surreal walked down the wide corridor, her sharp eyes taking in the rooms on either side. It was true. Deje was ambitious. Starting out with a packet of gifts from satisfied clients, she had bought a mansion and converted it into the best Red Moon house in the district. And unlike the other houses, at Deje's a man could find more than just a warm body in a bed. There was a small private dining room that served excellent food all night; a reception room, where those with an artistic temperament made a habit of gathering to debate each other while they ate the tidbits and drank good wine; a billiards room, where the politically ambitious met to plan their next move; a library filled with good books and thick leather chairs; private rooms, where a man could get away from his everyday life and be catered to, receiving nothing more than a good dinner, an expert massage, and peace; and, finally, the rooms and the women who would satisfy the carnal appetites.
Surreal found her room, locked the door, and took a long look around, nodding in approval. Soft, thick rugs; white walls with tasteful watercolor paintings; dark furniture; an oversized, gauze-enveloped poster bed; music spheres and the ornate brass stand to hold them; sliding glass doors that led out into a walled private garden with a small fountain and petite willow trees as well as a variety of night-blooming flowers; and a bathroom with a shower and a large walk-up sunken tub that was positioned in front of the glass window overlooking the garden.