"No doubt." King Casmir pulled at his beard; magicians were odd folk. "I prefer a method, possibly more complicated, which will advance the interests of Lyonesse."
"You would have to counter the blockade with a superior force."
"Exactly so. That is the crux of my difficulty. I have thought to enlist the Ska as allies, and I wish you to foretell the consequences of such an act."
Shimrod smilingly shook his head. "Your Majesty, few magicians can read the future. I am not one of them. Speaking as a man of ordinary common sense, I would advise you against such an act. The Ska have known ten thousand years of travail; they are a harsh folk. Like you, they intend to dominate the Elder Isles. Invite them into the Lir, give them bases, and they will never depart. So much is obvious."
King Casmir"s gaze narrowed; he was seldom dealt with so briskly. Still, so he reasoned, Shimrod"s manner might well be a measure of his candor; no one attempting to dissemble would use quite so easy a tone. He asked in a carefully neutral voice: "What do you know of Tintzin Fyral the castle?"
"This is a place I have never seen. It is said to be impregnable, as I am sure you already know."
King Casmir gave a crisp nod. "I have also heard that magic is part of its defense."
"As to that I can"t say. It was built by a lesser magician, Ugo Golias, so that he might rule Vale Evander, secure from the syndics of Ys."
"Then how did Carfilhiot gain the property?"
"In this regard I can only repeat rumor."
King Casmir, with an impa.s.sive gesture, indicated that Shimrod was to proceed.
"Carfilhiot"s own lineage is a matter of doubt," said Shimrod. "It"s quite possible that he was sired by the sorcerer Tamurello upon the witch Desmei. Still, nothing is known certainly except that first Desmei disappeared, then Ugo Golias, with all of his staff, as if devils had s.n.a.t.c.hed them away, and the castle was empty until Carfilhiot arrived with a troop of soldiers and took possession."
"It would seem that he also is a magician."
"I think not. A magician would conduct himself differently."
"Then you are acquainted with him?"
"Not at all. I have never seen him."
"Still, you appear to be familiar with his background and personality."
"Magicians are as p.r.o.ne to gossip as anyone else, especially when the subject is as notorious as Carfilhiot."
King Casmir pulled a bell-cord; two footmen entered the parlor with wine, nuts and sweetmeats which they arranged upon the table. King Casmir seated himself across the table from Shimrod. He poured two goblets of wine, one of which he tendered to Shimrod.
"My best respects to your Majesty," said Shimrod.
King Casmir sat looking into the fire. He spoke thoughtfully. "Shimrod, my ambitions are perhaps no secret. A magician such as yourself could provide me invaluable aid. You would find my grat.i.tude commensurate."
Shimrod twirled the goblet of wine and watched the spin of the dark liquid. "King Audry of Dahaut has made the same approach to Tamurello. King Yvar Excelsus sought the aid of Noumique. All refused, by reason of Murgen"s great edict, which applies no less to me."
"Pah!" snapped King Casmir. "Does Murgen"s authority transcend all other?"
"In this regard-yes."
King Casmir grunted. "Still you have spoken without any apparent restraint."
"I have only advised you as might any reasonable man."
King Casmir rose abruptly to his feet. He tossed a purse upon the table. "That will reimburse your service."
Shimrod turned out the purse. Five golden crowns rolled forth. They became five golden b.u.t.terflies which fluttered into the air and circled the parlor. The five became ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred. All at once they dropped to cl.u.s.ter upon the table, where they became a hundred gold crowns.
Shimrod took five of the coins, returned them to the purse, which he placed in his pouch. "I thank your Majesty." He bowed and departed the chamber.
Odo, Duke of Folize, rode with a small company north through the Troagh, a dreary land of crags and chasms, into South Ulf-land, past Kaul Bocach where opposing cliffs pressed so close together that three men could not ride abreast.
A fan of small waterfalls fell into the defile to become the south fork of the Evander River; road and river proceeded north side by side. Ahead rose a ma.s.sive crag: the Tooth of Cronus, or the Tac Tor. Down through a gorge came the north fork of the Evander. The two forks joined and pa.s.sed between the Tac Tor and the crag which supported the castle Tintzin Fyral.
Duke Odo announced himself at a gate and was conducted up a zig-zag road into the presence of Faude Carfilhiot.
Two days later he departed and returned the way he had come to Lyonesse Town. He alighted in the Armory yard, shook the dust from his cloak and went directly to an audience with King Casmir.
Haidion, at all times an echo chamber of rumor, immediately reverberated to the impending visit of an important grandee, the remarkable lord of a hundred mysteries: Faude Carfilhiot of Tintzin Fyral.
Chapter 7.
SULDRUN SAT IN THE ORANGERY with her two favorite maids-in-waiting: Lia, daughter to Tandre, Duke of Sondbehar; and Tuissany, daughter to the Earl of Merce. Lia already had heard much talk of Carfilhiot. "He is tall and strong, and is proud as a demiG.o.d! His gaze is said to fascinate all who look upon him!"
"He would seem an imposing man," said Tuissany, and both girls looked sidewise at Suldrun, who twitched her fingers.
"Imposing men take themselves too seriously," said Suldrun. "Their talk is mostly orders and complaints."
"There is much else!" declared Lia. "It comes from my seamstress, who heard the conversation of Lady Pedreia. It seems that Faude Carfilhiot is the most romantic of men. Each evening he sits in a high tower watching the stars rise, pining."
""Pining"? For what?"
"For love."
"And who is the haughty maiden who causes him such pain?"
"That is the curious part. She is imaginary. He worships this maiden of his dreams."
"I find this hard to believe," said Tuissany. "I suspect that he spends more time in bed with real maidens."
"As to that I cannot say. After all, the reports may be exaggerated."
"It will be interesting to discover the truth," said Tuissany. "But here is your father, the king."
Lia rose to her feet as did Tuissany and more slowly Suldrun. All performed a formal curtsy.
King Casmir sauntered forward. "Maidens, I wish to speak with the princess on a private affair; please allow us a few moments alone."
Lia and Tuissany withdrew. King Casmir surveyed Suldrun a long moment. Suldrun turned half-away, a chill of apprehension at the pit of her stomach.
King Casmir gave a small slow nod of the head, as if in corroboration of some private concept. He spoke in a portentous voice. "You must know that we are expecting the visit of an important person: Duke Carfilhiot of Vale Evander."
"I have heard so much, yes."
"You have come to marriageable age and should Duke Carfilhiot find you pleasing, I would look favorably upon the match, and I shall impart so much to him."
Suldrun raised her eyes to the golden-bearded face. "Father, 1 am not ready for such an event. I have not the slightest yearning to share a man"s bed."
King Casmir nodded. "That is sentiment properly to be expected in a maiden chaste and innocent. I am not displeased. Still, such qualms must bend before affairs of state. The friendship of Duke Carfilhiot is vital to our interests. You will quickly become accustomed to the idea. Now then, your conduct toward Duke Carfilhiot must be amiable and gracious, yet neither fulsome nor exaggerated. Do not press your company upon him; a man like Carfilhiot is stimulated by reserve and reluctance. Still, be neither coy nor cold."
Suldrun cried in distress: "Father, I will not need to feign reluctance! I am not ready for marriage! Perhaps I never shall be!"
"Tush now." King Casmir"s voice sharpened. "Modesty is all very well in moderation, even appealing. Still, when exercised to excess it becomes tiresome. Carfilhiot must not think you a prig. These are my wishes; are they quite clear?"
"Father, I understand your wishes very well." "Good. Make certain that they influence your conduct."
A cavalcade of twenty knights and men-at-arms came down the Sfer Arct and into Lyonesse Town. At their head rode Duke Carfilhiot, erect and easy: a man with black curling hair cropped at his ears, a fair skin, features regular and fine, if somewhat austere, save for the mouth, which was that of a sentimental poet.
In the Armory yard the company halted. Carfilhiot dismounted and his horse was led away by a pair of grooms in the lavender and green of Haidion. His retinue likewise dismounted and ranged themselves behind him.
King Casmir descended from the upper terrace and crossed the yard. Duke Carfilhiot performed a bow of conventional courtesy, as did his company.
"Welcome!" spoke King Casmir. "Welcome to Haidion!"
"I am honored by your hospitality." Carfilhiot spoke in a voice firm, rich and well-modulated but lacking timbre.
"I introduce to you my seneschal, Sir Mungo. He will show you to your rooms. A collation is being laid and when you are refreshed we will take an informal repast on the terrace."
An hour later Carfilhiot stepped out on the terrace. He had changed to a robe of gray and black striped silk, with black trousers and black shoes: an unusual garment which enhanced his already dramatic presence.
King Casmir awaited him by the bal.u.s.trade. Carfilhiot approached and bowed. "King Casmir, already I am finding pleasure in my visit. The palace Haidion is the most splendid of the Elder Isles. Its prospect over city and sea is without parallel."
King Casmir spoke with stately affability. "I hope that your visit will often be repeated. We are, after all, the closest of neighbors."
"Precisely so!" said Carfilhiot. "Unluckily I am vexed with problems which keep me preoccupied at home; problems happily unknown to Lyonesse."
King Casmir raised his eyebrows. "Problems? We are by no means immune! I count as many problems as there are Troice in Troicinet!"
Carfilhiot laughed politely. "In due course we must exchange commiserations."
"I would as lief exchange problems."
"My robbers, footpads and renegade barons for your blockade of warships? It would seem a bad bargain for both of us."
"As an inducement you might wish to include a thousand of your Ska."
"Gladly, were they my Ska. For some odd reason they avoid South Ulfland, though they rampage across the North blithely enough."
A pair of heralds blew a shrill sweet fanfare, to signal the appearance of Queen Sollace and a train of her ladies.
King Casmir and Carfilhiot turned to meet her. King Casmir presented his guest. Queen Sollace acknowledged Carfilhiot"s compliments with a bland stare, which Carfilhiot graciously ignored.
Time pa.s.sed. King Casmir became restive. He glanced over his shoulder toward the palace ever more frequently. Finally he muttered a few words to a footman, and another five minutes pa.s.sed.
The heralds raised their clarions and blew another fanfare. Out upon the terrace came Suldrun at a lurching run, as if she had been pushed; in the shadows behind her the contorted face of Lady Desdea showed for an instant.
With a grave face Suldrun approached the table. Her gown, of a soft pink stuff, clung close to her figure; from beneath a round white cap soft golden curls hung to her shoulders.
Slowly Suldrun came forward, followed by Lia and Tuissany. She paused, looked across the terrace, brushing Carfilhiot with her gaze. A steward approached with a tray; Suldrun and her maids took goblets of wine, then went modestly apart, where they stood murmuring together.
King Casmir watched under lowering brows and at last turned to Sir Mungo, his seneschal. "Inform the princess that we wait upon her attendance."
Sir Mungo delivered the message. Suldrun listened with a drooping mouth. She seemed to sigh, then crossed the terrace, halted in front of her father, and performed a somber curtsy.
In his richest tones Sir Mungo declared: "Princess Suldrun, I am honored to introduce to you Duke Faude Carfilhiot of Vale Evander!"
Suldrun inclined her head; Carfilhiot smilingly bowed and kissed her hand. Then raising his head and looking into her face he said: "Rumors of Princess Suldrun"s grace and beauty have crossed the mountains to Tintzin Fyral. I see that they were not exaggerated."
Suldrun responded in a colorless voice. "I hope you have not heeded these rumors. I"m sure they would give me no pleasure if I heard them."
King Casmir leaned quickly forward with lowering brows, but Carfilhiot spoke first. "Indeed? How so?"
Suldrun refused to look toward her father. "I am made out to be something I do not choose to be."
"You do not enjoy the admiration of men?"
"I have done nothing admirable."
"Nor has a rose, nor a sapphire of many facets."
"They are ornaments; they have no life of their own."
"Beauty is not ign.o.ble," said King Casmir heavily. "It is a gift bestowed to only a few. Would anyone-even the princess Suldrun-prefer to be ugly?"
Suldrun opened her mouth to say: "I would prefer, first of all, to be somewhere other than here." She thought better of the remark and closed her mouth.
"Beauty is a most peculiar attribute," Carfilhiot declared. "Who was the first poet? It was he who invented the concept of beauty."
King Casmir gave an indifferent shrug and drank from his purple gla.s.s goblet.
Carfilhiot continued, his voice easy and musical: "Our world is a place terrible and wonderful, where the pa.s.sionate poet who yearns to realize the ideal of beauty is almost always frustrated."
Suldrun, her hands clasped together, studied her fingertips. Carfilhiot said, "It would seem that you have reservations?"
"Your "pa.s.sionate poet" might well be a very tiresome companion."