Some minutes pa.s.sed, and "Yes, Master," whispered the Sylph amongst the rocks.
" Twas well done of thee to find the Lady and tell me oft. Well done."
"Master," replied Ariel, more strongly.
"Now do thou tell me: in whose company was she? What men had charge of her?"
"One in whom the Well burns strong stood over her, Master. She did not move nor wake, and she was not whole."
Golias did not have her captive, then. "Injured?"
"So thought I, Master; meseemed there was a gap in her, like the gaps in those dead in battle."
"And unconscious. She breathed, but did not wake."
"Yes, Master."
Prospero considered. He might use Ariel to locate Freia, but he had set the Sylph a weather-task and it could not be much longer delayed. He couid find her himself with a little trouble and some sorcery, if she were simply held without Golias"s sweet friend meddling Neyphile involved. "Good Ariel, do thou whisk along now to thy work, and take with thee my thanks for good tidings. Dost serve me well."
"Yes, Master!" The Sylph whistled with the words, cheery again, and bustled away, stirring dust-devils.
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"By my Road-weary soul. Hurricane," said Prospero after a moment, "it shall not be as simple as Home again, home again, after all." Why could not Ariel have told him this news at Chasoulis? Now he must backtrack tediously into Landuc, and if Freia were hurt-though she would have had time to mend-he must travel away again more slowly than he wished. "Twas all a mortal waste of time.
Hurricane snorted into his oats.
Prospero took out his loose-rolled Map and Ephemeris and began calculating the shortest path back to the neighborhood of Chasoulis in Landuc.
Dewar threw his hands up and cried, "I concede!"
A fresh spray of the Third Force, fine but there, rippled through Pheyarcet, and what he had taken for a rogue single-point reading had become a fixed feature among all the scattered transient lines.
The sorcerer paced up and down next to his table, glaring at the clocks hard enough to stop them, then whirled on the table and, furious, measured again.
The point; the new Hne.
"All right, all right, all right," he muttered, shaking with anger. "I"m not that stupid. I am going to travel to Landuc and I am going to nail this down. No b.l.o.o.d.y wars, no s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g around, no distractions. I am going to locate it and put my hands on it and study it until 1 know what it is and why it"s doing this. And then I shail know what cursed kind of system this is, anyway, that bounces around and never settles. By Fire and Stone, by the very Spheres, 1 shall."
He swept the papers into a pi!e, swept the pile into a folio, and knotted it shut with an air of determined finality.
After breakfast the next morning, he packed a leather bag with things he had found useful on previous investigative journeys. He brought mineral samples in a flat compart-mented wooden case, feathers rolled up in silk and tied with a wisp of the same, a.s.sorted dice of different sizes and probabilities, five bells in the tones of the pentatonic scale, a compa.s.s whose bezel was blank, a package of dried apricots, four pencils, a set of sorcerous lenses and gold lens- 392.
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In another bag he put a clean shirt, two pair of clean socks, a dark hat and a m.u.f.fler, and a pair of plain gloves. On top of these he put his Map and Ephemeris. He could have made shift with a cloak and a sword, but the other things had often come in handy in the past and it was less trouble to carry them than to want them.
And then, taking up his staff, he opened a Way to a certain spot in Landuc which he had chosen for its simultaneous, fortuitous, isolation and convenience, and he set off on the trail of the Third Force once again.
"Where is my daughter," Prince Prospero said, in a dry, distant voice, to Ottaviano, Baron of Ascolet.
Otto kept his eyes straight ahead. He spoke moving his mouth and jaw as t.i.ttle as possible. Prospero had his very sharp sword resting against Otto"s throat, and he had p.r.i.c.ked two neat ruby-beaded lines from side to side, guides for cutting. The blade of the sword was blotched as though blackened by fire: stained, Otto knew, by the late King"s blood.
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The stillness of the nightstruck forest around them was so deep Otto could hear his pulse echo from the trees around. He thought the cold rough-barked trunk at his back must be throbbing to his heartbeat.
"Gaston has her," he whispered.
"Gaston. Where?" Prospero let his voice reveal none of his emotion. Ariel had seen her indeed. She lived: Golias had lied. She lived: he dared not leave her in their hands.
"Couldn"t guess. Landuc best. Probably still has Ney-phile"s spells on her."
"Thou think"st Gaston hath her in Landuc."
"Yes," sighed Otto almost noiselessly.
The sword moved fractionally to Prosperous left. The chill of the tip returned to Otto"s windpipe.
"Thou hadst her prisoner," Prospero said, guessing.
"Hostage," whispered Otto. "To bargain."
"For the Emperor," spat the Prince of Air.
"Against the Emperor."
"Thou didst seek to use her to thy advantage with Avril, who"d then use her "gainst me."
"For Ascolet."
"Ascolet?"
"Barony now. Want it a Kingdom. As it was.1"
A boy"s own fancy! "Fool. Wouidst hold it an hour. Till Gaston or Herne lopped thy lofty head."
"Not with Lys."
"Lys?"
"My wife."
"How sweet. A love-match, I"m sure. So thou, Neyphile"s former apprentice, journeyman troublemaker, claimest Ascolet."
"Sebastiano was my father."
The Prince laughed unpleasantly. "Cecilie was thy mother, at least," Prospero said. "No man can be sure of more than that. Didst prison my daughter and tell Avril she would be his as ransom for the Kingdom of Untrammelled Ascolet."
"Yes."
"And didst think thou wouldst live after."
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"Wittey Otto said nothing.
"Fool."
"I tried to get her away," he whispered. "Golias took her from Perendlac. He and Neyphile did. To Chasoulis. Tried to get her from there."
"Am I to believe thee?"
"Ask her."
"So shall I, when I find her, be a.s.sured. And what moved thee to do thus? Greed again? Folly on folly? Love of treason? Meseems thou hast a taste for"t."
"Wanted to get her back to you. Away from Golias."
"What didst think to gain from me for the restoration of mine own flesh and blood"s freedom, first stolen by thyself?"
Otto licked his lips.
"Tell me," Prospero suggested.
The sword moved a fraction more. A red bead welled up under its tip.
"Favor," Otto whispered drily.
"Favor? From me? Such flattery! What sort?"
"Indeterminate. Later."
Prospero moved the sword again. "Having kidnapped my daughter, thou didst hope to win some favor from me in return by returning her. Belike I be not the most diligent of fathers, Ottaviano of Ascolet, but I am a pa.s.sionate one. My daughter"s welfare is of perfervid import to me. I a.s.sure thee I"d have no favor for thee but a curse, and that hast thou a.s.siduously earned."
Otto remained still. He had little choice. He was tightly tied to a tree.
"Now," Prospero said, "hast given me great heartache and balmed it little with the tidings that my daughter languishes still in Landuc somewhere. I shall find her anon. I shall reward thee for thy help when I do."
The sword was wiped on Otto"s shoulders, a parody of knighthood, then flashed back and away. Otto did not allow himself to relax.
"Farewell, fool," said Prospero.
His black, silent horse stepped up to him. He sheathed the Sorcerer and a Qentteman 395.
stained sword and mounted in a swirl of deep blue silk-and-wool. A gust of wind followed his pa.s.sing.
The girl would not talk.
Prince Gaston had questions for her, but he deemed it wiser to respect her silence than to break it forcibly, and while she was conveyed to the Palace of Landuc in soft-bedded litters and carriages he took no offense at her dumbness. Distrustful, he kept Golias far from her after the former"s gracelessly-tendered swordpoint surrender. The Emperor, counselled by Prince Herne and Count Pallgrave, directed him to accept the surrender and Golias"s lame excuses and repentance, and the Marshal did so without confidence in Golias"s good faith-so little that he removed him from command and paid off and discharged his mercenaries. Herne hired most of them, replacing men dead in Pros-pero"s war.
The Fireduke took charge of the girl, nursemaiding her, bringing her meals, talking to her quietly. He bathed her after she was first carried, insensible, from Chasoulis, and held her immobile while his chief army surgeon Gernan treated her. Gernan took the tiniest possible st.i.tches to close the deep wound in her breast, saying that men"s scars were maids" mars. The catalogue of her injuries was long. Gaston the man shuddered over it; Gaston the Prince Marshal observed it as evidence of what Baron Ottaviano and Prince Golias were capable of; and Gaston the Fireduke knew that such insults would not go unanswered.
When she had been installed in heavily guarded and Bounded rooms in Landuc, the Emperor had many questions for the prisoner. She ignored him, at first lying in bed, then sitting up, then in a chair, staring at her hands, or at nothing, or turning her head away with eyes closed.
Gaston slept in a room adjoining hers, broke fast with her, looked in on her during the day, bade her good-night each evening. When she moaned and cried out wordlessly with night terrors, waking him, he carried light to her, soothed her with soft-spoken rea.s.surances, and sat beside 396.
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On successive consultative visits, Doctor Hem, whom the Empress had sent as a courtesy, recommended mud-plasters, then frog"s-leg soup, then bleeding and purges, and finally a decoction of snails, until Gaston forbade him to darken the doorway again. The Bounds laid by Oriana, a favor she had offered gratis to the Emperor as, she had indicated, payment to Prospero for some trespa.s.s, permitted entry to Prince Gaston and the Emperor and no other, and they prevented the girl from leaving the room, yet Gas-ton still had misgivings about her safety - hence his dedication to her comfort and his attendance on her person. Daily the Fireduke thought of Prospero, ripping apart Chasoulis to find her - where was he now? Why had he made his Way and left? Did he think her dead, or did he abandon her?
It was unclear who had stabbed her, an injury clearly intended to be fatal. Prince Gaston questioned Golias, who denied it, and Ottaviano, who denied it red-faced, and since no witness came forward and the sorceress Neyphile had fled the place, the deed was laid to Neyphile"s hand by the Emperor, who did not deeply concern himself over the matter. The Baron of Ascolet had a confused story of seeking the girl in the dungeons and seeing Neyphile leaving through a Way, and they had found the place as he described it; Golias had been here, there, everywhere in the place; and the girl herself made no accusation. Yet Prince Gaston could not help but form an opinion: he had seen Ottaviano close by her; the boy had behaved guiltily when queried; he would gain from her a.s.sured silence.
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would not tell it. Not a word had pa.s.sed her lips since she had asked him to kill her, and Ottaviano had admitted she would say nothing to him when he"d questioned her in Perendlac. Gaston admired her stoicism: she would not weep, no more than she would speak; no tears slid down her pale cheeks when he cleaned and bandaged her wounds, when he sat with her at night, when the Emperor berated her. The Fireduke understood her need for self-command and defended it against the Emperor"s displeasure.
"Sullen brat. She ought to be whipped or starved," the Emperor growled, glaring at the girl after an interview with silence.
"So hath she been," Gaston said, "by Golias," and he looked at the Emperor coldly.
"Prince Gaston, we find you are tending to thwart our wishes," the Emperor said softly.
"Avril," said Gaston, "our niece is weakened and ill. Would you be a greater Golias, a jackal that savages the helpless, or be a king? For myself, I am a Prince, and thus I comport myself; and my niece is a Prince"s daughter, and thus shall she be hosted."
The Emperor whitened, furious at the disrespect in the presence of an intransigent chit. But he left at once, and Gaston heard no more of the idea.
That evening, before bidding her good-night in the tapestried chamber with its crimson-curtained bed and black-barred windows, Gaston knelt by her chair. He had just mended the fire and pale young flames shimmered in the mouth of the sooted red-tiled fireplace.
"Child," he said, "an thou have need of aught, mayst ask me for"t."
She did not look at him.
"An there be questions thou wouldst have answered, put them to me . . ."
Her eyes were on the fire.
". . . in confidence," Gaston finished softly. "I"ll answer what I can."
She said nothing, arms folded tightly.
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Her lower lip moved; she bit it, but her expression did not change and she did not speak.