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“Harvests were not so good in the north. The Other Queen was not as generous with her time. She wears a stronger Jewel than the Rose, but I do not think she is as skilled in her Craft—or as caring of the people. ”
“There was trouble in Grayhaven. Some people moved away because of the Other Queen’s presence. ”
“I heard the Rose Queen allowed a community of landens to settle close to her home village. They are courteous and hardworking. They come to the Blood village for supplies and for social events. They show great respect for the Rose. ”
“Warlord Princes who have gone to the Rose’s village have been impressed by the work being done, and by the feel of the village. Fear no longer creeps through the streets. Even Ferall was impressed. ”
“Jared Blaed has healed. ”
A stunned silence.
“I have heard that too. And that he is the Rose Queen’s lover—by choice. He is becoming a strong leader, and it is said that he knows some very powerful men in Kaeleer. ”
“There is a rumor in the north that the Rose Queen will leave when the spring flowers bloom and the Other Queen will take her place and rule Dena Nehele. ”
“That one wants much and offers little. ”
“The south has not heard these rumors. There is no sign that the Rose intends to leave. Her court is strong and gathers strength around itself. ”
“I have heard the rumor too. Theran Grayhaven wants the Other to rule and will give her our land. ”
“There was some . . . strangeness . . . about the way the Rose departed from Grayhaven and ended up with the Shaladorans. It is speculated that it had something to do with the Other Queen. ”
“The Rose has brought a young Shaladoran Queen into her court for training. The girl is learning the Old Ways and Protocol. She is respectful and performs her duties well. And there is real affection between the girl and the Rose. ”
“The Other also had a young Queen as a companion for a while. Many of the Warlord Princes had strong reservations about the girl’s behavior and her ability to be a good Queen. After seeing her with the Other in Grayhaven, they are of one voice—they will not tolerate her setting up a court in Dena Nehele, not even in the smallest village. They say the girl embraces too much of what was hated in the Queens who were purged by the witch storm. ”
“The Other chose such an undesirable Queen for a companion and yet Theran Grayhaven wants her to rule the rest of us?”
“In the Rose, Ranon has found a Queen for his people. If the Other tries to take Dena Nehele, he will fight such a change. ”
“Will Jared Blaed?”
Another silence.
Throughout the night they talked—and sometimes they cried. At the first whisper of dawn, the Sapphire spells began to fade, so they vanished their stools, benches, and chairs. They drew the power that had fueled the witchlight and the warming spells back into themselves and prepared for the journey out of the mountains.
As they made their way back home, they thought about the things that had been said, and they all knew one thing: the Black Widows had been right. Come spring, Dena Nehele would either embrace a hopeful beginning—or face a terrible end.
CHAPTER 29
KAELEER
“Gray?”
A warm hand rubbed his leg just above the knee.
“What . . . ?” Gray opened his eyes. They must have been closed because now he could see Daemon crouching in front of the chair he’d collapsed into when he walked into Daemon’s study.
“Drink this,” Daemon said. “It’s a warm tonic. It will help put some bone back in your legs. ”
“Where did the old bone go?”
A pause.
Gray tried to focus on the blurry mug floating in front of him. Too much effort. He let his head fall back against the chair and stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t doing anything. He liked that. A lot.
He was so damn tired. He had never ever, in the whole of his life, been this tired.
How did these mendo this every day?
“Gray, did you remember any part of the Protocol that dealt with the First Escort arranging rest periods for the Queen and her escorts?”
“Huh?”
“Obviously not. ”
The dry humor in Daemon’s voice told Gray he’d missed something.
“How’s he doing?” Lucivar’s voice. He sounded amused too. “Looking at him, I guess it’s good Jaenelle doesn’t have as much energy as she used to. ”
Gray had spent one whole morning and afternoon acting as First Escort to Jaenelle Angelline. He whimpered at the thought of her having more energy.
“It’s all right. ” Daemon gave him a soothing pat.
“Dinner is almost ready,” Lucivar said. “Apparently Mrs. Beale figured a few people would want to turn in early tonight, so dinner is being served early too. ”
“A good decision on her part,” Daemon said. “Come on, Gray. Maybe some food will help. ”
Help what? He’d have to chew it, wouldn’t he? What help was that?
“Gray?”
“In a minute,” he murmured. “Just give me another minute. ”
Gray pushed himself to a sitting position, catching the blanket as it slid off his legs. He still felt tired, but he was much better for taking that minute to rest before dinner.
“Good evening. ” Daemon closed the book he was reading and set it on the table next to his chair.
“Guess I’m still a little groggy. ” Gray tried to tidy his hair by running his fingers through it. “I didn’t see you there. Is it time for dinner?” He looked to one side, then the other. “Wasn’t I sitting in a chair before? How did I end up on the sofa?”
“Boyo, it’s closing in on midnight, and the rest of us had dinner hours ago. You’re on the sofa because Lucivar and I couldn’t keep you awake long enough to get you any farther. We figured you’d sleep just as well there as anyplace else we could carry you. ”
Gray braced his head in his hands. Weeks of studying, working, traveling to the Keep and to SaDiablo Hall for training. “I failed, didn’t I?”
“You didn’t remember the part about the First Escort being able to insist on rest breaks, but I figure you’ll learn that Protocol fast enough for self-preservation if for nothing else. As for the rest, Lucivar and I agree that the only thing you’re lacking is the finesse that comes from experience. And that you will learn by working beside your Queen. ”
Gray raised his head. “Really?”
Daemon smiled. “Really. In fact, I have this for you. ” He called in a sheet of paper and used Craft to float it over to Gray. “The High Lord wrote it out, so you can be sure the Protocol is exact for retiring a man from a dominant position in a court and giving that title—and the duties that go with it—to someone else. ”
He stared at the words but didn’t try to read them. “When do you think Theran will tell Cassie?”
“The first day of Winsol is a week from now. Unless he’s a complete bastard, he’ll wait until the celebration is over and people are settling into the routine of winter days. He can’t wait much longer than that to start gathering the men who will form a First Circle, but the moment he does more than try to feel out who might be interested in serving Kermilla, every Queen and Warlord Prince is going to know about it—and Cassie will hear about it. That’s whenshe should make her declaration of whether she’s going to stay or leave. After that, a lot depends on which Queen the other Queens and Warlord Princes are willing to have rule over their lives. ” Daemon stood up. “Come on. We’ll warm up the food Mrs. Beale set aside for you. Then you can get a bit more sleep and be on your way in the morning. ” He paused. “My advice is to forget about all of this and enjoy the days of Winsol. ”
Gray’s stomach rumbled. He got to his feet, feeling awake enough to be enthusiastic about food.
“There is one other piece of advice I could use,” he s
aid.
Daemon raised an eyebrow. “And what is that?”
“What do you buy a Sceltie for Winsol?”
CHAPTER 30
TERREILLE
Theran fanned out the gold marks. Twenty ten-marks. He’d rarely seen gold marks. The silver marks were easier to come by when the rogues sold game to folks who couldn’t afford to buy meat from the butcher’s shop. Easier to come by and not as noticeable when spent. Usually only aristos—or the twisted Queens and their First Circles—had enough income to use gold marks.
Talon had given him twenty ten-marks for his twentieth birthday—the first and only time he’d held that much spending money. It still felt like a fortune.
After deducting the expenses for the town treasury and the Grayhaven estate, he figured he would have four hundred gold marks as an annual personal income from the town’s tithes. He’d need a few new clothes in the coming months and there would be the expense for the occasional evening’s entertainment, but he knew how to live lean. Hell’s fire, he’d been doing it his whole life. That’s why he had decided to give his Lady half of that income as a special surprise.
Kermilla walked into the sitting room. “The bastard butler said you wanted to see me. ”
“He’s not a bastard, Kermilla,” Theran said. “You know it’s unkind to insult a man by saying he has no father. ”
She rolled her eyes. “Then let’s say it describes his temper and attitude if you don’t want to besmirch whatever bloodlines he can claim. ” Then she saw the gold marks and her breath caught.
He almost reconsidered what he was going to do, but maybe her recent bitchiness was a sign of frustration. There was little society in the town and less public entertainment that she felt was worthy of her notice. And she seemed to find his efforts at lovemaking less and less enjoyable—so much so, he’d stopped asking for sex and decided to wait for her invitation.
“What’s that?” she asked, eyeing the gold marks.
He held them out. “This is for you. ”