Amara folded her arms and didn"t look up. "What have I done to wrong you, Isana?"
The sense of raw pain and despair that rose from the girl closed around Isana like a cloud of glowing embers. She turned away and walked to the far side of the room. It required a significant effort to control her expression, and to keep her thoughts calm. "What do you mean?"
Amara shrugged with one shoulder, and Isana"s sense of the young woman became tinged with embarra.s.sment. "I mean that you don"t like me. You"ve never treated me badly. Or said anything. But I also know that I am not welcome in your home."
Isana took a deep breath. "I don"t know what you mean, Amara. Of course you"re welcome here."
Amara shook her head. "Thank you for trying to convince me. But I"ve visited you several times over the past two years. And you"ve never once turned your back on me. You"ve never sat at the same table as me, or taken a meal with me-you serve everyone else instead. You never meet my eyes when you speak to me. And until today, you"ve never been alone in a room with me."
Isana felt her own brow furrow at the young woman"s words. She began to answer, then remained silent. Was the Cursor right? She raked back through the memories of the past two years. "Furies." She sighed. "Have I really done that?"
Amara nodded. "I thought that... that I must have done something to warrant it. I was hoping that a little time would smooth things over, but it hasn"t."
Isana gave her a fleeting smile. "Two years isn"t much time when it comes to healing some hurts. It can take longer. A lifetime."
"I never meant to hurt you, Isana. Please believe me. Bernard adores you, and I would never intentionally do you wrong. If I have said or done anything, please tell me."
Isana folded her hands in her lap, frowning down at the floor. "You"ve never done anything of the sort. It was never you."
Frustration colored Amara"s voice. "Then why?"
Isana pressed her lips together hard. "You"re a loyal person, Amara. You work for Gaius. You are sworn to him."
"Why should that offend you?"
"It doesn"t. But Gaius does."
Amara"s lips firmed into a line. "What has he shown you other than generosity and grat.i.tude?"
A stab of hot, bitter hatred shot through Isana, and her words crackled with it. "I was nearly killed today because of his grat.i.tude and generosity. I"m only a country girl, Amara, but I"m not an idiot. Gaius is using me as a weapon to divide his enemies. Bernard"s appointment to Count Calderon over the heads of the n.o.ble Houses of Riva is a direct reminder to them that Gaius, not Rivus, rules Alera. We are simply tools."
"That isn"t fair, Isana," Amara said, but her voice was subdued.
"Fair?" Isana demanded. "Has he been fair? The status and recognition he gave us two years ago was not a reward. He created a small army of enemies for my brother and me, then whisked Tavi off to the Academy under his patronage-where I am certain my nephew has found others who strongly dislike and persecute him."
"Tavi is receiving the finest education in Alera," Amara stated. "Surely you don"t begrudge him that. He"s healthy and well. What harm has that done to him?"
"I"m sure he is healthy. And well. And learning. It"s a marvelously polite way to hold Tavi hostage," Isana replied. The words tasted bitter in her mouth. "Gaius knows how much Tavi wanted to go to the Academy. He knows that it would destroy him to be sent away. Gaius manipulated us. He left us with no alternative but to throw in our lot with him as strongly as possible if we were to survive."
"No," Amara said. "No, I won"t believe that of him."
"Of course you won"t. You"re loyal to him."
"Not mindlessly," Amara said. "Not without reason. I"ve seen him. I know him. He"s a decent man, and you"re interpreting his actions in the worst possible light."
"I have reason," Isana said. Some part of her felt shocked at the venom and ice in her voice. "I have reason."
Amara"s expression and bearing flickered with concern. Her voice remained gentle. "You hate him."
"Hate is too mild a word." is too mild a word."
Amara blinked several times, bewildered. "Why?"
"Because Gaius killed my... younger sister."
Amara shook her head. "No. He isn"t that way. He is a strong Lord, but he is no murderer."
"He didn"t do it directly," Isana said. "But the fault lies on him."
Amara fretted her lower lip. "You hold him responsible for what happened to her."
"He is is responsible. Without him, Tavi might still have a mother. A father." responsible. Without him, Tavi might still have a mother. A father."
"I don"t understand. What happened to them?"
Isana shrugged one shoulder. "My family was a poor one, and my sister did not wed by her twentieth birthday. She was sent to the Crown Legion camp for a term of domestic service. She met a soldier, fell in love, and bore him a child. Tavi."
Amara nodded slowly. "How did they die?"
"Politics," Isana said. "Gaius ordered the Crown Legion moved to the Calderon Valley. He was making a statement to Riva during a period of turmoil, and patronizing the Senate by placing a Legion in a position to deter a Marat horde from invading while simultaneously giving Lord Rivus a warning that his Legion was at hand."
Amara made a quiet, hissing sound. "The First Battle of Calderon."
"Yes," Isana said quietly. "Tavi"s parents were there. Neither survived."
"But Isana," Amara said, "the First Lord did not mandate their deaths. He placed a Legion in harm"s way. That"s why why they they exist exist. The loss was tragic, but you can"t blame Gaius for not foreseeing the Marat horde that even surprised his own commanders in the field."
"They were there on his orders. It was his fault."
Amara squared her shoulders and set her jaw. "Great furies, Steadholder. His own son son was killed there." was killed there."
"I know that," Isana spat. More words struggled to flow from her mouth, but she shook her head and stopped them. It was a struggle, so intense was the tide of hatred in her heart. "That isn"t all that I blame him for." She closed her eyes. "There are other reasons."
"And they are?" Amara asked.
"My own."
The Cursor was silent for a long moment, then nodded. "Then... I suppose we must agree to disagree on this matter, Steadholder."
"I knew that before this conversation began, Amara," Isana said. The sudden tide of rage was failing, draining away, leaving her tired and unhappy in its wake.
"I know him as a disciplined, capable lord. And as an honorable and forthright man. He has sacrificed much for the sake of the Realm-even his own son. I am proud to serve him as best I may."
"And I will never forgive him," Isana said. "Never."
Amara nodded stiffly, and Isana could feel her distress beneath the polite expression she held on her face. "I"m sorry, Steadholder. After what you went through yesterday... I"m sorry. I shouldn"t have pushed you."
Isana shook her head. "It"s all right, Countess. It"s good to have this in the open."
"I suppose," Amara said. She touched the door, and the tense pressure in the very air of the room vanished. "I"ll make sure your litter is ready and that your escorts have eaten."
"Wait," Isana said.
Amara paused, her hand on the door.
"You make Bernard very happy," Isana said in a quiet voice. "Happier than I"ve seen him in years. I don"t want to come between you, Amara. We needn"t agree about the First Lord for you to stay with him."
Amara nodded and gave her a silent smile, then left the room.
Isana stared at her mirror for a moment, then rose. She went to the chest at the foot of her bed and opened it. She took out piles of bedding, her extra pair of shoes, a spare pillow, and a small wooden box containing bits of silver jewelry she"d acquired over the years. Then she pushed hard on one end of the bottom of the chest, willing Rill to draw the water from the boards there, which shrank and came loose. She removed the dried slats, revealing a small and hidden s.p.a.ce beneath them.
She picked up a small silk jewel-pouch. She untied and opened it, and upended the pouch into her palm.
An elegant ring of gleaming silver upon a slender silver chain fell into her palm. It was heavy and cool. The ring was set with a single gem that somehow changed from a brilliant blue diamond to a bloodred ruby down its seamless center. Two carved silver eagles, one slightly larger than the other, soared toward one another to form the setting, holding the gem aloft on their wings.
That old pain and loss filled her as she stared down at the ring. But she did not ask Rill to stop her tears.
She draped the chain over her head, and tucked it away into her dress. She stared at herself in the mirror for a moment, willing the redness from her eyes. She had no more time to waste looking back.
Isana lifted her chin, composed her expression, and left to go to the a.s.sistance of the family she loved with all of her heart and the man she hated with all of her soul.
Chapter 11
Amara was waiting when the Knights Aeris sent by the Crown swept down from the dark grey clouds overhead. Spring this far north of the capital could be unpleasantly cold and damp, but the rain promised by occasional rumbles of thunder had not yet arrived. Amara recognized the man leading the contingent and briefly considered trying to provoke the water-laden clouds into emptying themselves a bit earlier. Onto his bloated head.
Sir Horatio flew in front of the enclosed litter, his ornamented armor doing its best to gleam on the cloudy day, his red velvet cloak spread behind him. A Knight in a travel harness flew at each corner of the litter, supporting its weight, and four more flew in a loose escort around it. The contingent descended more swiftly than was necessary, and their furies stirred up a miniature cyclone of wild wind that threw Amara"s hair around her head and sent a herd of sheep in a nearby pen crowding to its far side for shelter. The holders rushing around preparing supplies and sundries for Bernard"s cohort had to shield their eyes against flying straw and dust.
"Idiot," Amara said, sighing, willing Cirrus between herself and the flying debris. Horatio touched down lightly. As a subtribune and Knight of the Crown Legion, he was permitted the gold-and-silver filigree on his armor and the glittering gems on both his helmet and the hilt of his sword, but the gold embroidery on his velvet cloak was a bit much. Horatio had made a fortune winning the Wind Trials, the yearly race of aircrafters during Wintersend, and he liked everyone to know it.
Of course, he was less eager for them to know that he had lost the lion"s share of his riches the first year Amara had entered the event. He would never let her forget that, though she supposed she might not feel inclined to be particularly polite to a person who had cost her that much money, either. She waited until the Knights had settled in the steadholt"s courtyard, then approached.
"Good day, sir!" boomed Horatio in a bra.s.sy baritone. "Oh, wait. Not sir, at all. That"s you, Countess Amara. Forgive me, but from there you looked like a young man."
A few years before, the insult to her physique would have stung her sorely. But that was before she"d become a Cursor. And before Bernard. "That"s perfectly all right, Sir Horatio. We all expect men of your age to begin experiencing certain deficiencies." She bowed to him with courtly grace, and did not miss a low round of chuckles from the other Knights.
Horatio returned her bow with a brittle smile and glared at the men behind him. All eight Knights found other places to direct their gazes and a.s.sumed professionally bored expressions. "Of course. I a.s.sume our pa.s.senger is ready to leave?"
"Shortly," Amara said. "I"m sure the kitchen will have something hot for your men to eat while you wait."
"That isn"t necessary, Countess," Horatio said. "Please inform Holder Isana that we await her arrival so that we may depart."
"You await Steadholder Steadholder Isana"s convenience," she said, deliberately letting her voice carry through the courtyard. "And as you are a guest at her steadholt, subtribune, I expect you to behave with the courtesy expected of a Knight and soldier of the Crown Legion to a Citizen of the Realm." Isana"s convenience," she said, deliberately letting her voice carry through the courtyard. "And as you are a guest at her steadholt, subtribune, I expect you to behave with the courtesy expected of a Knight and soldier of the Crown Legion to a Citizen of the Realm."
Horatio"s eyes narrowed, hot with anger, but he gave her the smallest of bows in acknowledgment.
"Furthermore," she continued, "I strongly advise you to let your men rest and eat while they have the opportunity. If the weather worsens, they will need their strength."
"I do not take orders from you regarding the disposition of my command, Countess," Horatio snapped.
"Goodness," said a woman"s voice from within the litter. "Perhaps we should hand you each a bone, and you can simply bludgeon one another to death. I can"t think of a faster way to end this unseemly display. Rolf, please?"
One of the Knights immediately stepped to the side of the litter, opened the door, and offered a polite hand to a.s.sist as a tiny woman emerged into the grey light. She might have been almost five feet tall, but even at that height, she looked frail and delicate, as light-boned as a Parcian swallow. She had skin the color of dark honey, and fine, shining hair darker than wet coal. Her gown was made of rich silk, though in subtle shades of brown and grey, and its neckline plunged far more deeply than would be considered proper to any woman of any station whatsoever. Her features were hauntingly lovely, with dark eyes almost too large for her face, and twin ropes of the sunset-colored pearls from the seas near her home province wound through her hair and were matched by a second pair of strands around her throat.
The pearls of the necklace were priceless and lovely-but they did not conceal the fact that they were mounted to an elegant slave"s collar.
"Amara," the woman said, her mouth parting in a wide smile. "Only a few years out of the civilized south, and you"ve turned savage." She extended her hands. "You"ve probably forgotten all about me."
Amara felt a laugh ripple from her mouth as she replied. "Serai," she said, stepping forward to take her hands. As always, standing before Serai"s exquisite beauty made her feel tall and awkward, and, as always, she did not at all mind. "What are you doing here?"
Serai"s eyes sparkled with silent laughter, and she swayed a little on her feet. "Oh, darling, I am am simply perishing of fatigue. I thought I would be fine, but I"ve been so frail of late." She leaned on Amara"s arm, and turned a gaze on Horatio that would have melted the heart of an Amaranth merchant. "Subtribune, I apologize for my weakness. But would it be all right with you if I sat down for a bit and perhaps had some refreshment before we depart?" simply perishing of fatigue. I thought I would be fine, but I"ve been so frail of late." She leaned on Amara"s arm, and turned a gaze on Horatio that would have melted the heart of an Amaranth merchant. "Subtribune, I apologize for my weakness. But would it be all right with you if I sat down for a bit and perhaps had some refreshment before we depart?"
Horatio looked frustrated for a moment, glowered at Amara, then said, "Of course, Lady Serai."
Serai smiled wanly at him. "I thank you, milord. I hate to see you and your men suffer on my account. Will you not join me at the table?"
Horatio rolled his eyes and sighed. "I suppose a gentleman could do little else."
"Of course not," Serai said, patting his arm with a tiny hand, then lightly tracing the pearls at her throat. "The obligations of station enslave us all at times." She turned to Amara, and said, "Is there somewhere I could freshen up, darling?"
"Of course," Amara said. "This way, Lady Serai."
"Bless you," Serai said. "Subtribune, I will join you and your men in the dining hall presently." She walked out, a hand still on Amara"s arm, and gave a winsome smile to the Knights Aeris as she pa.s.sed them. The men returned smiles and speculative looks as the slave pa.s.sed.
"You"re an evil woman," Amara murmured, once they were out of earshot. "Horatio will never forgive you for manipulating him like that in public."
"Horatio only has his continued command because of talented subordinates," Serai responded, laughter dancing in her words. A wicked glint touched her eyes. "In Rolf"s case, very very talented." talented."
Amara felt her cheeks redden. "Serai."
"Well, darling, what do you expect? One can hardly be a courtesan without indulging in certain improprieties." She touched her lips with her tongue. "In Rolf"s case, quite a bit of indulgence. Suffice to say that Horatio is no threat to me, and how well he knows it." Serai"s smile faded. "I almost wish Horatio would try something. It would be a pleasant diversion."
"What do you mean?"
Serai glanced up at her, her eyes opaque, and said, "Not outdoors, darling."
Amara frowned, then fell silent and led Serai into the steadholt, and to the guest quarters above the main hall. She gave Serai a few moments inside, then slipped in behind her, and asked Cirrus to seal off the room from potential listeners. Once the air had tightened around them, Serai sank down onto a stool, and said, "It"s good to see you again, Amara."
"And you," Amara answered. She knelt on the floor beside Serai, so that their eyes were on a level. "What are you doing here? I expected the Cursor Legate to send Mira or Ca.s.sandra."
"Mira was murdered near Kalare three days ago," Serai responded. She folded her hands, but not before Amara saw how the courtesan"s fingers shook. "Ca.s.sandra has been missing from Parcia for several days. She is presumed dead or compromised."