Shaladors Lady

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  Maybe she could go back to Dharo and return here next spring when Cassidy’s contract ended. No, she couldn’t. She had to show these people she was the better Queen, and she couldn’t do that unless she was hereshowing them she was the better Queen. Just like she’d done in Bhak when she’d won over Freckledy’s court.

  “There are reasons why I need to stay,” she said. “If Aston and Ridley need to return to Dharo, they can go. But two others from the First Circle should take their place. ”

  “I’ll convey the message,” Jhorma said. “Do you want sex now?”

  “No, I do not want sex now. ” Especially when he might have been asking her if she wanted a cup of tea.

  “As you please. ” Jhorma rose and walked out of the room.

  Shehad wanted sex, but he’d spoiled her mood.

  So maybe she’d take a walk in the moonlight with Theran this evening and see if he had any experience behind that enthusiasm.

  Accepting Gray’s assistance, Cassidy stepped out of the carriage and looked at the boardinghouse. Queen’s Residence, she reminded herself. Somehow, while dealing with the snarls and grumbles that had been a constant background during this journey, she had agreed that the boardinghouse now be referred to as the Queen’s Residence.

  “It’s good to be home,” she said—and wondered if she would recognize the inside of the place. After all, she’d been gone five days and had told Powell he could do pretty much as he pleased.

  “Those cottages across from the Residence weren’t occupied when we left,” Ranon said, studying the street while offering Shira a hand. “Shaddo and Archerr must be back. ”

  The door of the Residence opened. Talon stepped out and strode over to them.

  The way he looked her over—as if assessing a warrior he’d sent out on a difficult mission who had finally returned—she wondered how many reports, and complaints, the Master of the Guard and Steward had received in the past five days.

  “Shaddo and Archerr are back?” she asked.

  “They are,” Talon replied. “Lady Shira, tomorrow will be soon enough, but I think a visit from the court Healer would be in order for both families. Those people have not had an easy time. ”

  “Should I go over and welcome them?” Cassidy asked.

  “No. ”

  The finality of that statement shook her.

  “Tomorrow afternoon is soon enough for them to have an audience with the Queen,” Talon said.

  “Surely we don’t have to be so formal—” She swallowed the rest of her protest. It was clear Talon thought there was reason for that formality.

  “Powell has worked out a schedule of afternoons when you are available to give audiences,” Talon said.

  “Afternoons?” Cassidy stammered. “Audiences? Hell’s fire! I thought Powell was going to rearrange the furniture, not my life!”

  “Did you?”

  The amusement under the dry words made her take a step back. “Is tomorrow morning soon enough to go over my social calendar?”

  “I think so,” Talon replied.

  “Good. Then there’s enough time for a quick bite to eat before I meet Lord Yairen for my drumming lesson. ”

  “No. ”Ranon backed away from her, his dark eyes filled with fear. “No, he can’t do that. ”

  Staggered by his distress, she said nothing as he strode down the street toward his grandfather’s house. Then she turned to Shira.

  “Yairen offered to teach you?” Shira asked, her voice breaking as tears filled her eyes.

  “Yes. When Ranon brought me back here, Yairen stayed with me and we talked. He offered to teach me the drums. He said drums were a woman’s instrument because they were the sound of the land’s heartbeat. Shira, why is Ranon so upset? Is it against Shaladoran customs to teach an outsider?”

  Tears spilled over. Shira shuddered with the effort to maintain some control. “We weren’t forbidden music or stories or dances as long as they were from Dena Nehele—or Hayll. But anything that came from Shalador, that came from the hearts ofour people was forbidden. Ranon’s grandfather is a Tradition Keeper of Music. He taught people how to play drums and the flute. He wasn’t as skilled with the fiddle and only taught the basics. But he defied the Queens who ruled here and taught the Shalador drum rhythms and the Shalador songs. So they broke his hands as punishment. And when his hands healed the first time, he continued to teach the music of our people. So they broke his hands again. The third time, the Queens’ Healers made sure the fingers healed wrong so that Yairen could no longer play. Ranon was a small boy the last time Yairen’s hands were broken. But, somehow, Yairen still taught Ranon to play the Shalador flute—and taught him the songs of our people. ”

  Cassidy stood frozen while Shira dried her eyes and the men shifted uneasily.

  How much trust had gone into what she’d thought was Yairen’s friendly offer? How much fear had ridden alongside that trust?

  “I want all the Tradition Keepers in this village here within the hour,” Cassidy said quietly.

  “Cassie . . . ” Gray began.

  She raised a hand, cutting him off. Then she looked at her Master of the Guard. “See that it’s done, Prince Talon. ”

  She walked into the Residence. Powell took one look at her face and swallowed whatever greeting or comment he intended to make.

  She went up to her room, blind to whatever changes had been made in her absence. All she could see was the fear on Ranon’s face before he walked away.

  Cassidy stood in the street in front of the Queen’s Residence. The Tradition Keepers stood before her in their shabby best clothes. Filling the streets around them were the people of the village.

  “Lord Yairen. ” Cassidy used Craft to enhance her voice. She wanted everyone who had come to stand witness to hear her words.

  Yairen stepped forward, standing tall. “How may I serve the Queen?”

  “I have just learned today that your people have been forbidden to play the music that was born of Shalador, that you have been forbidden to perform the traditional dances, or teach the young the stories of your people. Is this true?”

  “It is true, Lady,” Yairen said. “All have been forbidden for many generations. ”

  “But the Tradition Keepers have remembered these forbidden things?”

  Yairen hesitated. How many times had one of the Keepers been cornered into answering a question that would condemn them?

  She didn’t have an actual psychic link to Ranon, but his psychic scent was filled with distress. Wouldn’t know it to look at him, standing cold and arrogant with the rest of her First Circle, but the worry that he might have misjudged her was eating his heart out.

  “Some things have been lost,” Yairen finally said, “but those of us who are the memory of our people have held on to enough. ”

  Cassidy nodded. “In that case, as of this hour, the music of the Shalador people will be taught and will be played openly. The dances of the Shalador people will be taught and performed openly. The stories of the Shalador people will be taught and told openly. The Queens in the Shalador reserves will be given a written decree so they will know these words are true. But it will be up to the Tradition Keepers to return Shalador’s heart to its people. This is my will. ”

  Silence.

  Finally one of the Tradition Keepers raised his hand. “Does this mean we can perform the circle dances this autumn?”

  “Yes,” Cassidy replied.

  Another silence.

  Then Yairen pressed one of his crippled hands to his chest. “Our hearts are too full for words tonight. ”

  Cassidy swallowed hard. “Then return to your homes. We will speak more of this tomorrow. ”

  She took a step back, a clear signal this audience was over.

  Ranon broke away from the rest of the First Circle. Hugging his grandfather, he put his head on the old man’s shoulder and wept.
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  A hand linked with hers. Looking to her left, she saw Reyhana trembling with the effort not to cry—and felt the girl’s hand tighten.

  “The circle dances mean so much to my people,” Reyhana said. “Toour people. ” She choked, but went on. “Someone will write a song about how Shalador’s Lady gave the heart back to the people, and all the children will learn it, and someday I will tell my grandchildren I was there and heard the words as they were spoken. ”

  Mother Night.

  A familiar touch on her shoulder. She looked at Gray, hoping for some help, but his eyes were too bright, too wet.

  “I’d like to go inside now,” she said.

  It was Talon who nudged Reyhana aside and gripped Cassidy’s arm to lead her into the house before she ended up weeping too.

  “I told Ranon to spend the night with his grandfather,” Talon said once he got her to the parlor. “He’ll be better for it. ”

  “Talon . . . ”

  “Don’t say anything, witchling. Don’t. I knew Jared. I’ve seen the circle dances. I know what the bitches took away from these people—and I know what you just gave back to them. I think it’s best if you Ladies have a quiet evening for yourselves. ”

  He kissed her cheek, then said, “Gray, let’s see what can be put together for a meal. ”

  Cassidy curled up on the sofa, stunned by the emotion that had swirled around her.

  “You look like you got kicked in the head,” Shira said when she and Reyhana came in a minute later.

  “I thought the Tradition Keepers would be happy that they could teach openly again,” Cassidy said.

  “They are happy,” Shira replied. “We’re feeling too much right now to be just happy. ”

  And her First Circle was going to want time to consider the ramifications of what she’d done tonight.

  “Do you think the men would be upset if I went out and gardened for a little while?” Cassidy asked. “It’s still light out. ” The sun had set, but they were still into the longest days of summer.