Durzo stood quietly, waiting for the king to initiate the conversation. He already had a battle plan, if it came to that. It was second nature to him. The meister standing by the king would have to die first, then the two guards flanking the throne, then the king himself. With his Talent, he could probably jump from the throne up to the pa.s.sage above it, currently obscured by a banner. He"d kill the archer within, and from there he"d be uncatchable.
Like all battle plans, it would last only until the first move, but it was always useful to have a general plan, especially when you had no idea what your enemies knew. Durzo felt himself reaching into his garlic pouch, but he forced his hand to be still. Now was no time to show nerves. It was harder to stop his hand than he would have guessed, something about the bite of garlic was comforting when he was stressed.
"You let my boy die," the king said, rising. "They killed my boy last night and you did nothing!"
"I"m not a bodyguard."
The king grabbed a spear from the guard standing beside him and threw it. Durzo was surprised at how good a throw it was. Had he stood still, the spear would have caught him in the sternum. it. Durzo was surprised at how good a throw it was. Had he stood still, the spear would have caught him in the sternum.
But of course he didn"t stand still. He swayed to the side, not even moving his feet, with careless-and he hoped infuriating-ease.
The spear bounced off the floor and then hissed as wood and steel slid across stone. There was a rattle of armor and the whisper of arrows being drawn back all around the room, but the guards didn"t attack.
"You"re not s.h.i.t unless I say so!" the king said. He strode forward, coming down his double flight of seven steps to stand in front of Durzo. Tactically, a poor move. He was now blocking at least three of the archers" shots. "You"re... you"re s.h.i.t! You s.h.i.tting, s.h.i.tting s.h.i.t!"
"Your Majesty," Durzo said gravely. "A man of your stature"s cursing vocabulary ought to extend beyond a tedious reiteration of the excreta that fills the void between his ears."
The king looked momentarily confused. The guards looked at each other, aghast. The king saw the look, and realized from their expressions that he"d been insulted. He backhanded Durzo, and Durzo let the blow fall. Any quick motion now, and a nervous archer might loose his arrow.
The king wore rings on all of his fingers, and two of them carved furrows in Durzo"s cheek.
Durzo clenched his jaw to quell the rising black fury. He breathed once, twice. He said, "The only reason you"re alive right now isn"t that I"m not willing to trade my life for yours, Aleine. I"d hate to be killed by amateurs. But know this: if you ever lay a hand on me again, you"ll be dead less than a second later. Your Majesty."
King Aleine Gunder IX lifted his hand, seriously contemplating becoming the late King Aleine Gunder IX. He lowered his hand, but a triumphant gleam filled his eyes. "I won"t have you killed yet, Durzo. I won"t have you killed because I have something better than death for you. You see, I know about you, Durzo Blint. I know. You have a secret, and I know it."
"Forgive my quaking."
"You have an apprentice. A young man styling himself as a n.o.ble. Kyle something or other. A young man staying with those holier-than-thou Drakes, quite a student of the sword, isn"t he, Master Tulii?"
A chill shot down Durzo"s spine. Night Angels have mercy. Night Angels have mercy. They knew. It was bad. Worse than bad. If they knew Kylar was his apprentice, it couldn"t be long before they pinned the prince"s death on him. Especially with the spectacle Kylar had made of himself by fighting with Logan Gyre. If Durzo"s apprentice had been involved with killing the prince, the king would a.s.sume he had done it with Durzo"s approval, if not under his orders. They knew. It was bad. Worse than bad. If they knew Kylar was his apprentice, it couldn"t be long before they pinned the prince"s death on him. Especially with the spectacle Kylar had made of himself by fighting with Logan Gyre. If Durzo"s apprentice had been involved with killing the prince, the king would a.s.sume he had done it with Durzo"s approval, if not under his orders.
Roth would not be pleased.
The garlic crunched in his mouth, giving a soothing jolt to his senses. He took a breath and willed himself to relax. How had they done it? How had they done it?
Master Tulii. Dammit. Anything can go wrong, and something will. Durzo hadn"t been betrayed. There was no grand scheme. That name meant that one of the king"s spies had been watching the Drakes. Probably just routine spying on a formerly powerful man. The spy had seen Durzo enter and had recognized him. Probably the spy had been one of the guards the king had tried to awe him with in the statue garden. It didn"t matter. Durzo hadn"t been betrayed. There was no grand scheme. That name meant that one of the king"s spies had been watching the Drakes. Probably just routine spying on a formerly powerful man. The spy had seen Durzo enter and had recognized him. Probably the spy had been one of the guards the king had tried to awe him with in the statue garden. It didn"t matter.
"Oh, I wish Brant were here right now to see that look on your face, Durzo Blint. In fact, where is Brant?" the king asked a chamberlain.
"Sire, he"s in the castle now, on his way here to report. He went to the Gyre estate after investigating... matters at the Jadwin estate."
Durzo"s throat tightened. Agon would have put the pieces together about Kylar. If he came in while Durzo was still here, Durzo would die.
The king shrugged. "His loss." At the word, grief and fury rippled through the little king, and he seemed abruptly a different man. "You let them kill my boy, you s.h.i.t, so I"m going to kill yours. His death will come from the last hand he"d expect, and it will be arriving-oh!-any moment now."
"I heard you had a little tussle with Logan last night," Count Drake said.
Kylar blinked through bleary eyes and went from dead tired to wide-awake in the s.p.a.ce of a second. He"d only slept for a few hours, and he"d had the nightmare again. Every death he saw made him dream of Rat"s.
They were seated at the breakfast table and Kylar had a forkful of egg poised in front of his mouth. He stuffed it in to give himself a little time. "Mit wuv nuffin," he said.
This was a disaster. If Count Drake knew about the fight, he might know about the prince"s death. Kylar had thought that he"d have time to pack his things and leave this morning before the Drakes got word. That he needed to leave was undeniable. He just thought he"d have a little more time.
"Serah was quite upset," the count said. "She took Logan to her aunt"s house near the Jadwins" to have his wounds tended. She just got back a few minutes ago."
"Oh." Kylar chewed more eggs mechanically. If Serah had left right after the fight, she and Count Drake didn"t know about the prince yet. Apparently Kylar"s perfect streak of bad luck was breaking. But now that he knew that matters of life and death weren"t threatening him, he realized that Serah coming home and telling Count Drake what had happened last night would have other implications. Serah coming home and telling Count Drake what had happened last night would have other implications.
"I gave Logan my permission to propose to her yesterday. You knew that, didn"t you?"
That would be the count"s gentle way of saying why the h.e.l.l did you kiss my Serah and beat up my future son-in-law and your best friend after you told me you had no feelings for her? why the h.e.l.l did you kiss my Serah and beat up my future son-in-law and your best friend after you told me you had no feelings for her?
"Um..." Out of the corner of his eye, Kylar saw someone pa.s.s the window quickly, and a moment later, the old porter toddled after, looking upset.
The front door banged open. A moment later, the door to the dining room slammed open with such force that the dishes on the table rattled.
"Milord," the porter protested.
Logan stormed into the room, red-eyed but regal. He held a claymore the size of Alitaera in his hand.
Kylar jumped to his feet, sending his chair crashing into the wall. He was pinned in a corner. Count Drake was rising, shouting something, but he was too slow. Nothing could stop Logan now.
Logan hefted the claymore. Kylar hefted a b.u.t.ter knife.
"I"m engaged!" Logan shouted. He swept Kylar into a ma.s.sive hug.
By the time Logan released him, Kylar"s heart had started beating again. Count Drake collapsed into his chair in relief.
"You big b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" Kylar said. "Congratulations! I told you it would work, didn"t I?"
"Work?" Count Drake asked, recovering his voice.
Logan plowed forward, ignoring the count. "Well, you didn"t have to hit me so hard."
"I had to convince her," Kylar said.
"You nearly widowed her! I haven"t been beaten so badly since that fight in the arena."
"Excuse me," the count said. "Work? Convince her?"
They stopped and looked at the count guiltily. "Well," Logan said, "Kylar said Serah really did love me and she only needed to be reminded, and..." he trailed off.
"Kylar, are you telling me your fight was staged? You made a fool of yourself in public, deceived my daughter, and traded her affections like a cheap trinket?"
"That"s not exactly..." He couldn"t match the count"s stare. "Yes, sir."
"And you dragged Logan into this? Logan, who ought to know better?" the count asked.
"Yes, sir," Kylar said. At least Logan was looking as pained as he felt.
The count looked from one of them to the other, then broke into a grin. "G.o.d bless you!" he said, sweeping Kylar into a hug.
After he released Kylar, Count Drake turned. There were tears in his eyes as he gripped Logan"s forearms, "And G.o.d bless you. Son."
Lord General Agon stormed into the castle, flanked by his bodyguards. The day had already been long, and the sun had only been up three hours.
Seeing the look on his face, the men guarding doors in the castle made sure he didn"t have to wait for them to open. Servants quickly disappeared out of the halls.
Walking into the audience chamber, he pa.s.sed a cloaked man coming out who seemed vaguely familiar, but the man had his hood up and his face was invisible. One of the king"s spies, no doubt. Agon didn"t have time for him.
None of the news was good. The Gyres were the foremost family in the realm. To have their murder come on the same night the prince was killed was too much to bear. Agon had liked the prince, but the Gyres had been his friends. And what he"d seen at their estate, he wouldn"t wish on his worst enemy. The pieces weren"t fitting.
This had all the marks of a move, a big move, a play for the throne. But why this way? Killing the prince shook everything, of course, but killing the Gyres" servants and Lady Gyre did nothing politically. Did it? As of today, his birthday, Logan Gyre became the Gyre in his father"s absence. If you wanted to wipe out a family, you started with the heirs, not everyone else, and unless the news was still en route, both Gyre heirs were still alive.
The prince"s death wasn"t only a terrible blow to the Gunder line, it was an enormous scandal. The king"s affairs had been ignored, but finding the prince dead after apparently having had relations with the king"s mistress would shed all sorts of unflattering light on the entire Gunder line. The a.s.sa.s.sination, if it were such, wasn"t just a tragedy. It was a horror and an embarra.s.sment.
The lord general wondered whether the horror or the embarra.s.sment would be foremost on the king"s mind. What would the queen do?
He approached the throne and climbed the stairs. The usual men were there, talking with the king. Agon trusted none of them.
"Out," he roared. "All of you, out!"
"Excuse me," Fergund Sa"fasti said. "But as the king"s chief-"
"OUT!" Agon bellowed in his face.
The mage shrank and joined the men streaming out of the room. Agon motioned to his bodyguards to step outside, too.
The king didn"t even look up. At length, he said, "I"m ruined, Brant. What will history say about me?"
That you were weak, ineffectual, selfish, and immoral. "Sire, we have more pressing matters." "Sire, we have more pressing matters."
"Everyone"s talking about it, Brant. My son-she murdered my boy-" the king started weeping.
So the man is capable of thinking of others. If only he"d show his humanity more often.
"Your Highness, the d.u.c.h.ess didn"t kill your son."
"What?" the king looked up at Agon through bleary eyes.
"Sire, it was a wetboy."
"I don"t care who actually did it, Brant! Trudana was behind it. Trudana and Logan Gyre."
"Logan Gyre? What are you talking about?"
"You think you"re the only person I have working on this, Brant? My spies have already told me. Logan was behind it all. That b.i.t.c.h Trudana just cooperated. I"ve already sent men to arrest him."
Agon reeled. It couldn"t be. In fact, he was sure it wasn"t. "Why would Logan do such a thing?" he asked. "Logan was one of your son"s best friends. He"s isn"t ambitious in the least. By the G.o.ds, he just got engaged to Serah Drake. A count"s daughter!"
"It didn"t have anything to do with power or ambition, Brant. It was jealousy. Logan felt that my son had totally humiliated him over some trivial matter. You know how boys get. It"s just like the Gyres to covet our every success. Besides, I have witnesses who heard Logan threaten him."
It was all rattling together, the pieces spinning and falling into place. Kylar Stern, the false n.o.ble, the wetboy, was a close friend of Logan"s. In a fit of rage, Logan hired Kylar to kill the prince. It all fit-except that it was Logan. Agon knew him, and he didn"t believe it.
"Which wetboy did they hire, Brant?" the king asked.
"It was Kylar Stern," Agon said.
The king snorted. "Huh. The G.o.ds must be with me for once."
"Sire?"
"I just hired Hu Gibbet"s apprentice to go kill him, a girl wetboy, if you can believe it. Kylar is Blint"s apprentice. Or was. He"s probably dead by now."
Kylar is Blint"s apprentice? The picture that had been slowly spinning together burst apart. The king had hired Blint! Blint"s apprentice wouldn"t have killed his employer"s son. Would he? The picture that had been slowly spinning together burst apart. The king had hired Blint! Blint"s apprentice wouldn"t have killed his employer"s son. Would he?
The name Hu Gibbet had been carved into the bodies at the Gyre estate. Of course, only a fool would carve his own name onto such a ma.s.sacre. But from his hours at the estate, Agon was sure that all the murders had been the work of a single man. He could think of no one who could kill so many people except a wetboy, and the style certainly fit what he had heard of Hu Gibbet. He couldn"t imagine Durzo Blint mutilating bodies. Blint would consider it unprofessional. from his hours at the estate, Agon was sure that all the murders had been the work of a single man. He could think of no one who could kill so many people except a wetboy, and the style certainly fit what he had heard of Hu Gibbet. He couldn"t imagine Durzo Blint mutilating bodies. Blint would consider it unprofessional.
Hu Gibbet would only sign his name if he thought the authorities would never have a chance to come after him. The king said the prince"s murder didn"t have anything to do with power, but this was Cenaria. Everything had to do with power.
If Durzo Blint"s apprentice really had killed the prince, why would he have left a witness? Blint"s apprentice would be as professional as Blint himself. A witness was a loose end that was easy to tie up.
It was all about power.
Agon scowled. "Has there been any word from our garrison at Screaming Winds?"
"No."
"So the Khalidoran army is at least four days away. What are you planning to do about the festival tonight?"
"I"m not going to celebrate Midsummer"s on the day after my son"s death."
The lord general had a sinking feeling. "My king, I think perhaps you should."
"I will not host a party for my boy"s murderers." The king"s eyes flashed, and he looked less like a petulant child and more like a king than Agon had ever seen. "I have to do something!" the king said. "Everyone will think..." He went on, but Agon ignored him.
Everyone will think. That was the key. That was the key. What will everyone think? What will everyone think?
The prince was dead, killed in a shameful way either by the king"s mistress or by a wetboy. The beloved Gyres were dead or imprisoned. Agon suspected now that an a.s.sa.s.sin had probably made his way into Screaming Winds and killed Regnus as well. It wouldn"t make sense to leave him alive. Not when someone was going to such pains to set plans in motion.
Everyone will think that the king ordered his own son killed in a jealous rage, and that to get back at his unfaithful mistress he framed her.
With the right rumors, everyone"s bewilderment over why the Gyres had been murdered could be turned, too. People would connect all the murders, but how?
The Gyres were next in line for the throne after the Gunders, though the family had never challenged the king. The king, weak and jealous, could be portrayed as paranoid all too easily. And the Gyres were far more respected than the Gunders. Lord Gyre"s faithful service would be seen as being rewarded with treachery and murder. respected than the Gunders. Lord Gyre"s faithful service would be seen as being rewarded with treachery and murder.
Logan-the new Lord Gyre-had been seized by the king, and the king"s natural inclination would be to keep him in prison. But Logan was known to be absolutely moral, without ambitions. For the G.o.ds" sakes, he was betrothed to a lowly Drake!
So if the king were to die, who would succeed him?