Betriz laughed, lips parted in amazement. "Who"s your friend, Lord Caz?"
"It came to my window this morning, and I attempted to teach it, um, a few words. I didn"t think I"d succeeded-"
"Caz, Caz!" the crow insisted.
"You should be so attentive to your Darthacan, my lady!" Cazaril finished. "Come, Ser dy Bird, away with you. I have no more bread. Go find yourself a stunned fish below the falls, or a nice smelly dead sheep, or something...shoo!" He dipped his shoulder, but the bird clung stubbornly. "They are most greedy birds, these castle crows. Country crows have to fly about and find their own dinners. These lazy creatures expect you to put it in their mouths."
"Indeed," said Umegat, with a sly smile, "the birds of the Zangre are veritable courtiers among crows."
Cazaril swallowed a bark of laughter slightly too late and sneaked another look at the impeccable Roknari-ex-Roknari-groom. Well, if Umegat had worked here long, he"d had plenty of time to study courtiers. "This worship would be more flattering if you were a more savory bird. Shoo!" He pushed the crow from his shoulder, but it only flapped to the top of his head and dug its claws into his scalp. "Ow!"
"Cazaril!" the crow cried shrilly from this new perch.
"You must be a master teacher of tongues indeed, my lord dy Cazaril." Umegat smiled more broadly. "I hear you," he a.s.sured the crow. "If you will duck your head, my lord, I will endeavor to remove your pa.s.senger."
Cazaril did so. Murmuring something in Roknari, Umegat persuaded the bird onto his arm, carried it to the doors, and flung it into the air. It flapped away, cawing, to Cazaril"s relief, more ordinary caws.
They proceeded to the aviary, where Iselle found herself as popular among the brilliant little birds from the cages as Cazaril was with the ragged crow; they hopped upon her sleeve, and Umegat showed her how to coax them to take grains from between her teeth.
They turned next to the perch birds. Betriz admired a large bright green one with yellow breast feathers and a ruby throat. It clicked its thick yellow beak, wobbled from side to side, and stuck out a narrow black tongue.
"This is a fairly recent arrival," Umegat told them. "I believe it has had a difficult and wandering life. Tame enough, but it"s taken time and patience to calm it down."
"Does it speak?" asked Betriz.
"Yes," said Umegat, "but only rude words. In Roknari, perhaps fortunately. I think it must have once been a sailor"s bird. March dy Jironal brought it back from the north this spring, as war booty."
Reports and rumors of that inconclusive campaign had come to Valenda. Cazaril wondered if Umegat had ever been war booty-as he had been-and if that was how he"d first been brought to Chalion. He said dryly, "Pretty bird, but it seems a poor trade for three towns and control of a pa.s.s."
"I believe Lord dy Jironal gained rather more movables than that," Umegat said. "His baggage train, returning to Cardegoss, took an hour to file through the gates."
"I"ve had to deal with slow mules like that, too," murmured Cazaril, unimpressed. "Chalion lost more than dy Jironal gained on that ill-conceived venture."
Iselle"s eyebrows bent. "Was it not a victory?"
"By what definition? We and the Roknari princedoms have been pushing and shoving over that border area for decades. It used to be good land-it"s now a waste. Orchards and olive groves and vineyards burned, farms abandoned, animals turned loose to go wild or starve-it"s peace, not war, that makes wealth for a country. War just transfers possession of the residue from the weaker to the stronger. Worse, what is bought with blood is sold for coin, and then stolen back again." He brooded, and added bitterly, "Your grandfather Roya Fonsa bought Gotorget with the lives of his sons. It was sold by March dy Jironal for three hundred thousand royals. It"s a wondrous trans.m.u.tation, where the blood of one man is turned into the money of another. Lead into gold is nothing to it."
"Can there never be peace in the north?" asked Betriz, startled by his unusual vehemence.
Cazaril shrugged. "Not while there is so much profit in war. The Roknari princes play the same game. It is a universal corruption."
"Winning the war would end it," said Iselle thoughtfully. the war would end it," said Iselle thoughtfully.
"Now there"s a dream," sighed Cazaril. "If the roya could sneak it past his n.o.bles without their noticing they were losing their future livelihoods. But no. It"s just not possible. Chalion alone could not defeat all five princedoms, and even if by some miracle it did, it has no naval expertise to hold the coasts thereafter. If all the Quintarian royacies were to combine, and fight hard for a generation, some immensely strong and determined roya might push it through and unite the whole land. But the cost in men and nerve and money would be vast."
Iselle said slowly, "Greater than the cost of this endless sucking drain of blood and virtue to the north? Done once-done right right once-would be done for all time." once-would be done for all time."
"But there is none to do it. No man with the nerve and vision and will. The roya of Brajar is an aging drunkard who sports with his court ladies, the Fox of Ibra is tied down with civil strife, Chalion..." Cazaril hesitated, realizing his stirred emotions were luring him into impolitic frankness.
"Teidez," Iselle began, and took a breath. "Maybe it will be Teidez"s gift, when he comes to full manhood."
Not a gift Cazaril would wish on any man, and yet the boy did seem to have some nascent talents in that direction, if only his education in the next few years could bring them into sharp and directed focus.
"Conquest isn"t the only way to unite peoples," Betriz pointed out. "There"s marriage."
"Yes, but no one can marry three royacies and five princedoms," Iselle said, wrinkling her nose. "Not all at once, anyway."
The green bird, perhaps irritated at losing the attention of its audience, chose this moment to vent a remarkably lewd phrase in rude Roknari. Sailor"s bird, indeed-a galley-man"s bird, Cazaril judged. Umegat smiled dryly at Cazaril"s involuntary snort but raised his brows slightly as Betriz and Iselle clamped their lips shut and turned a suffused pink, caught each other"s gazes, and nearly lost their gravity. Smoothly, he reached for a hood and popped it over the bird"s head. "Good night, my green friend," he told it. "I think you are not quite ready for polite society, here. Perhaps Lord dy Cazaril should stop in and teach you court Roknari too, eh?"
Cazaril"s thought that Umegat seemed perfectly capable of teaching court Roknari all by himself was interrupted when a surprisingly brisk step at the door of the aviary proved to be Orico, wiping bear spittle on his trousers and smiling. Cazaril decided the castle warder"s comment that first day was right: his menagerie did seem to be a consolation to the roya. His eye was clear, and color brightened his face again, visibly improved from the soggy exhaustion he"d evidenced immediately after breakfast.
"You must come see my cats," he told the ladies. They all followed him into the stone aisle, where he proudly showed off cages containing a pair of fine golden cats with tufted ears from the mountains of south Chalion, and a rare blue-eyed albino mountain cat of the same breed with striking black ear tufts. This end of the aisle also held a cage containing a pair of what Umegat named Archipelago sand foxes, looking like skinny, half-sized wolves, but with enormous triangular ears and cynical expressions.
With a flourish, Orico turned finally to his obvious favorite, the leopard. Let out on its silver chain, it rubbed itself around the roya"s legs and made odd little growly noises. Cazaril held his breath as, encouraged by her brother, Iselle knelt to pet it, her face right next to those powerful jaws. Those round, pellucid amber eyes looked anything but friendly to him, but their lids did half close in evident enjoyment, and the broad brick-colored nose quivered as Iselle scratched the beast vigorously under the chin, and ran her spread fingers through its fabulous spotted coat. When Cazaril knelt, however, its growl took what seemed to his ear a decidedly hostile edge, and its distant amber stare encouraged no such liberties. Cazaril prudently kept his hands to himself.
The roya choosing to linger to consult with his head groom, Cazaril walked his ladies back to the Zangre, as they argued amiably over which had been the most interesting beast in the menagerie.
"What did you you think the most curious creature there?" Betriz charged him. think the most curious creature there?" Betriz charged him.
Cazaril took a moment before replying, but in the end decided on the truth. "Umegat."
Her mouth opened to object to this supposed levity, but then closed again as Iselle cast him a sharp look. A thoughtful silence descended, which reigned all the way to the castle doors.
THE SHORTENING OF THE DAYLIGHT RUNNING ON INTO autumn was felt to be no loss by the inhabitants of the Zangre, for the lengthening nights continued to be made brilliant by candlelight, feasting, and fetes. The courtiers took turns outdoing one another providing the entertainments, freely spending money and wit. Teidez and Iselle were dazzled, Iselle, fortunately, not totally; with the aid of Cazaril"s undervoiced running commentary, she began to look for hidden meanings and messages, watch for intents, calculate expenditures and expectations. autumn was felt to be no loss by the inhabitants of the Zangre, for the lengthening nights continued to be made brilliant by candlelight, feasting, and fetes. The courtiers took turns outdoing one another providing the entertainments, freely spending money and wit. Teidez and Iselle were dazzled, Iselle, fortunately, not totally; with the aid of Cazaril"s undervoiced running commentary, she began to look for hidden meanings and messages, watch for intents, calculate expenditures and expectations.
Teidez, as nearly as Cazaril could tell, swallowed it all down whole. Signs of indigestion showed themselves. Teidez and dy Sanda began to clash more and more openly, as dy Sanda fought a losing battle to maintain the disciplines he"d imposed on the boy in the Provincara"s careful household. Even Iselle began to worry about the heightening tensions between her brother and his tutor, as Cazaril quickly deduced when Betriz cornered him one morning, apparently casually, in a window nook overlooking the confluence of the rivers and half the hinterland of Cardegoss.
After a few remarks upon the weather, which was seasonable, and the hunting, which was too, she swerved abruptly to the matter that brought her to him, lowering her voice and asking, "What was that dreadful row between Teidez and poor dy Sanda in your corridor last night? We could hear the uproar through the windows and and through the floor." through the floor."
"Um..." Five G.o.ds, how was he to handle this one? Maidens Maidens. He half wished Iselle had sent Nan dy Vrit. Well, surely that sensible widow was in on whatever distaff discussions went on overhead. Yes, and better to be blunt than misunderstood. And far better to be blunt with Betriz than with Iselle herself. Betriz, no child, and most of all not Teidez"s only sister, could decide what was fit to pa.s.s on to Iselle"s ears better than he could. "Dondo dy Jironal brought Teidez a drab for his bed last night. Dy Sanda threw her back out. Teidez was infuriated." Infuriated, embarra.s.sed, possibly secretly relieved, and, later in the evening, sick on wine. Ah, the glorious courtly life.
"Oh," said Betriz. He"d shocked her a little, but not excessively, he was relieved to see. "Oh." She fell into a thoughtful silence for a few moments, staring out over the rolling golden plains beyond the river and its widening valley. The harvest was almost all in. She bit her lower lip and looked back at him in narrow-eyed concern. "It"s not...it"s surely not...there is something very odd in the spectacle of a forty-year-old man like Lord Dondo hanging on a fourteen-year-old boy"s sleeve."
"To hang on a boy? Odd indeed. To hang on a royse, his future roya, future dispenser of position, wealth, preferment, military opportunity-well, there you have it. Grant you, if Dondo were to let go his s.p.a.ce on that sleeve it would instantly be seized by three other men. It"s the...the manner manner that"s the matter." that"s the matter."
Her lips twisted in disgust. "Indeed. A drab, ugh. And Lord Dondo...that"s what is called a procurer procurer, is it not?"
"Mm, and ruder names. Not that...not that Teidez is not on the brink of full manhood, and every man must learn sometime-"
"Their wedding night isn"t good enough? We We must learn it all then." must learn it all then."
"Men...usually marry later," he attempted, deciding this was an argument he"d best stay away from and, besides, embarra.s.sed by the memory of how late his own apprenticeship had been. "Yet normally, a man will have a friend, a brother, or at least a father or an uncle, to introduce him to, um. How to go on. With ladies. But Dondo dy Jironal is none of these things to Teidez."
Betriz frowned. "Teidez has none of those. Well, except...except Roya Orico, who is both father and brother, in a way."
Their eyes met, and Cazaril realized he didn"t have to add aloud, But not in a very useful way. But not in a very useful way.
She added, after an even more thoughtful moment, "And I can"t imagine imagine Ser dy Sanda..." Ser dy Sanda..."
Cazaril m.u.f.fled a snort. "Oh, poor Teidez. Nor can I." He hesitated, then added, "It"s an awkward age. If Teidez had been at court all along, he would be used to this atmosphere, not be so...impressed. Or if he"d been brought here when he was older, he might have a more settled character, a firmer mind. Not that court isn"t dazzling at any age, especially if you"re suddenly plopped down in the center of the whole wheel. And yet, if Teidez is to be Orico"s heir, it"s time he began training up to it. How to handle pleasures as well as duties with proper balance."
"Is he being so trained? I do not see it. Dy Sanda tries, desperately, but..."
"He"s outnumbered," Cazaril finished for her glumly. "That is the root of the trouble." His brow wrinkled, as he thought it through. "In the Provincara"s household, dy Sanda had her backing, her authority to complete his own. Here in Cardegoss Roya Orico should take that part, but takes no interest. Dy Sanda has been left to struggle on his own against impossible odds."
"Does this court..." Betriz frowned, clearly trying to frame unfamiliar thoughts. "Does this court have a center?"
Cazaril vented a wary sigh. "A well-conducted court always has someone in moral authority. If not the roya, perhaps his royina, someone like the Provincara to set the tone, keep the standards. Orico is..." he could not say weak weak, dared not say ill ill, "not doing so, and Royina Sara..." Royina Sara seemed a ghost to Cazaril, pale and drifting, nearly invisible. "Doesn"t either. That brings us to Chancellor dy Jironal. Who is much absorbed by the affairs of state, and does not take it upon himself to curb his brother."
Betriz"s eyes narrowed. "Are you saying he sets Dondo on?"
Cazaril touched his finger warningly to his lips. "Do you remember Umegat"s little joke about the Zangre"s courtly crows? Try it in reverse. Have you ever watched a mob of crows combine to rob another bird"s nest? One will draw off the parent birds, while another darts in to take the eggs or chicks..." His voice went dry. "Fortunately, most of the courtiers of Cardegoss don"t work together as cleverly as a flock of crows."
Betriz sighed. "I"m not even sure Teidez realizes it"s not all for his own sake."
"I"m afraid dy Sanda, for all his very real concern, has not laid it all out in blunt enough terms. Grant you he"d need to be pretty blunt to get through the fog of flattery Teidez floats in right now."
"But you do it for Iselle, all the time," Betriz objected. "You say, watch this man, see what he does next, see why he moves so-the seventh or eighth time you turn out to be dead on the target, we cannot help but listen-and the tenth or twelfth time, to begin to see it, too. Can"t dy Sanda do that for Royse Teidez?"
"It"s easier to see the smudge on another"s face than on one"s own. This flock of courtiers is not pressing Iselle nearly so hard as they are Teidez. Thank the G.o.ds. They all know she must be sold out of court, probably out of Chalion altogether, and is not meat for them. Teidez will be their future livelihood."
On that inconclusive and unsatisfactory note, they were forced to leave it for a time, but Cazaril was glad to know Betriz and Iselle were growing alive to the subtler hazards of court life. The gaiety was dazzling, seductive, a feast to the eye that could leave the reason as drunk and reeling as the body. For some courtiers and ladies, Cazaril supposed, it actually was the cheerful, innocent-albeit expensive-game it seemed. For others, it was a dance of display, ciphered message, thrust and counterthrust as serious, if not so instantly deadly, as a duel. To stay afoot, one had to distinguish the players from the played. Dondo dy Jironal was a major player in his own right, and yet...if not every move he made was directed by his older brother, it was surely safe to say his every move was permitted by him.
No. Not safe to say safe to say. Merely true to think true to think.
HOWEVER DIM HIS VIEW OF THE MORALS OF COURT, he had to grant that Orico"s musicians were very good, Cazaril reflected, opening his ear greedily to them at the next evening dance. If Royina Sara had a consolation to match Orico"s menagerie, it was surely the Zangre"s minstrels and singers. She never danced, she rarely smiled, but she never missed a fete where music was played, either sitting next to her sodden and sleepy spouse, or, if Orico staggered off to bed early, lingering behind a carved screen with her ladies on the gallery opposite the musicians. Cazaril thought he understood her hunger for this solace, as he leaned against the chamber wall in what was becoming his usual spot, tapping his foot and benignly watching his ladies twirl about on the polished wooden floor.
Musicians and dancers stopped for breath after a brisk roundel, and Cazaril joined the smattering of applause led by the royina from behind her screen. A completely unexpected voice spoke next to his ear.
"Well, Castillar. You"re looking more your old self!"
"Palli!" Cazaril controlled his surge forward, turning it into a sweeping bow instead. Palli, formally dressed in the blue trousers and tunic and white tabard of the Daughter"s military order, boots polished and sword glittering at his waist, laughed and returned an equally ceremonious bow, though he followed it up with a firm, if brief, grip of Cazaril"s hands. "What brings you to Cardegoss?" Cazaril asked eagerly.
"Justice, by the G.o.ddess! And a good job of it, too, a year in the making. I rode up in support of the lord dedicat the provincar dy Yarrin, on a little holy quest of his. I"ll tell you more, but, ah"-Palli glanced around the crowded chamber, where the dancers were forming up again-"maybe not here. You seem to have survived your trip to court-you"re over that little burst of nerves now, I trust?"
Cazaril"s lips twisted. "So far. I"ll tell you more, but-not here." A glance around a.s.sured him neither Lord Dondo nor his elder brother were present at the moment, though some half dozen men he knew to be their creatures were just as certain to report this meeting and greeting. So be it. "Let us find a cooler spot, then."
They strolled out casually together into the next chamber, and Cazaril led Palli to a window embrasure that overlooked a moonlit courtyard. On the courtyard"s far side, a couple sat closely together, but Cazaril judged them out of both earshot and caring.
"So what is old dy Yarrin about that brings him hot to court?" asked Cazaril curiously. The provincar of Yarrin was the highest-ranking lord of Chalion to have chosen allegiance to the holy military order of the Daughter. Most young men with military leanings dedicated themselves to the far more glamorous Order of the Son, with its glorious tradition of battle against the Roknari invaders. Even Cazaril had sworn himself a lay dedicat to the Son, in his youth-and unsworn himself, when...let it go. The far smaller holy military order of the Daughter concerned itself with more domestic challenges, guarding the temples, patrolling the roads to the pilgrimage shrines; by extension, controlling banditry, pursuing horse and cattle thieves, a.s.sisting in the capture of murderers. Granted, what the G.o.ddess"s soldiers lacked in numbers they frequently made up in romantic dedication to her. Palli was a natural, Cazaril thought with a grin, and had surely found his calling at last.
"Spring cleaning." Palli smiled like one of Umegat"s sand foxes for a moment. "A smelly little mess inside the temple walls is going to get washed out at last. Dy Yarrin had suspected for some time that, with the old general sick and dying for so long, the order"s comptroller here in Cardegoss was filtering the order"s funds as they flowed through his fingers." Palli wiggled his, in ill.u.s.tration. "Into his personal purse." cleaning." Palli smiled like one of Umegat"s sand foxes for a moment. "A smelly little mess inside the temple walls is going to get washed out at last. Dy Yarrin had suspected for some time that, with the old general sick and dying for so long, the order"s comptroller here in Cardegoss was filtering the order"s funds as they flowed through his fingers." Palli wiggled his, in ill.u.s.tration. "Into his personal purse."
Cazaril grunted. "Unfortunate."
Palli c.o.c.ked an eyebrow at him. "This doesn"t take you by surprise?"
Cazaril shrugged. "Not in the main. Such things happen now and then, when men are tempted beyond their strength. I"d not heard anything specific said against the Daughter"s comptroller though, no, beyond the usual slanders against every official in Cardegoss, be he honest or not, that every fool repeats."
Palli nodded. "Dy Yarrin"s been over a year, quietly collecting the evidence and the witnesses. We took the comptroller-and his books-by surprise about two hours ago. He"s locked down now in the Daughter"s house"s own cellar, under guard. Dy Yarrin will present the whole case to the order"s council tomorrow morning. The comptroller will be stripped of his post and rank by tomorrow afternoon and delivered to the Chancellery of Cardegoss for punishment by tomorrow night. Ha!" His fist closed in antic.i.p.ated triumph.
"Well done! Will you stay on, after that?"
"I hope to stay a week or two, for the hunting."
"Oh, excellent!" Time to talk, and a man of wit and certain honor to talk with-double luxury.
"I"m lodging in town at Yarrin Palace-I can"t linger long here tonight, though. I just came up to the Zangre with dy Yarrin while he made his bow-and his report-to Roya Orico and General Lord Dondo dy Jironal." Palli paused. "I take it by your very healthy appearance that your worries about the Jironals turned out to be groundless?"
Cazaril fell silent. The breeze through the embrasure was growing chill. Even the lovers across the courtyard had gone in. He finally said, "I take care not to cross either of the Jironals. In any way."
Palli frowned, and seemed to hold some speech jostling just behind his lips.
A pair of servants wheeled a cart holding a crock of hot mulled wine, redolent of spices and sugar, through the antechamber toward the dancing chamber. A giggling young lady exited, closely pursued by a laughing young courtier; they both vanished out the other side, though their blended laughter lingered in the air. Strains of music sounded again, floating down from the gallery like flowers.
Palli"s frown quirked away. "Did Lady Betriz dy Ferrej also accompany Royesse Iselle from Valenda?"
"Didn"t you see her, among the dancers?"
"No-I saw you first, long stick that you are, propping up the walls. When I"d heard the royesse was here, I came looking in the chance you would be, too, though from the way you talked when last we met I couldn"t be sure I"d find you. Do you think I might seize a dance before dy Yarrin is done closeting himself with Orico?"
"If you think you have the strength to fight your way through the mob that surrounds her, perhaps," said Cazaril dryly, waving him on. "They usually defeat me."
Palli managed this without apparent effort, and soon was handing a surprised and laughing Betriz in and out of the figures with cheery panache. He took a turn with Royesse Iselle as well. Both ladies seemed delighted to meet him again. Drawing breath afterward, he was greeted by some four or five other lords he apparently knew, until a page approached and touched him on the elbow, and murmured some message in his ear. Palli made his bows and left, presumably to join his fellow lord dedicat dy Yarrin and escort him back to his mansion.
Cazaril hoped the Daughter"s new holy general, Lord Dondo dy Jironal, would be glad and grateful to have his house cleaned for him tomorrow. He hoped it fervently.
9.
Cazaril spent the following day in smiling antic.i.p.ation of the delight Palli"s visit to court would bring to his routine. Betriz and Iselle also spoke in praise of the young march, which gave Cazaril brief pause. Palli would show to his best in this splendid setting. in smiling antic.i.p.ation of the delight Palli"s visit to court would bring to his routine. Betriz and Iselle also spoke in praise of the young march, which gave Cazaril brief pause. Palli would show to his best in this splendid setting.
And what of it? Palli was a landed man, with money, looks, charm, honorable responsibilities. Suppose he and the Lady Betriz were to hit it off. Was either of them less than what the other deserved? Nevertheless, Cazaril found his mind, unwilled, revolving plans for pleasures with Palli that somehow did not include his ladies. Palli was a landed man, with money, looks, charm, honorable responsibilities. Suppose he and the Lady Betriz were to hit it off. Was either of them less than what the other deserved? Nevertheless, Cazaril found his mind, unwilled, revolving plans for pleasures with Palli that somehow did not include his ladies.
But to his disappointment, Palli did not appear at court that evening-nor did the provincar of Yarrin. Cazaril supposed their wearing day of presenting evidence at the Daughter"s house to whatever committee of justice had a.s.sembled there had run into complexities, and stretched past dinner. If the case took longer than Palli"s first optimistic estimate, well, it would at least extend his visit to Cardegoss.
He did not see Palli again until the next morning, when the march appeared abruptly at the open door of Cazaril"s office, which was an antechamber to the succession of rooms occupied by Royesse Iselle and her ladies. Cazaril stared up from his writing desk in surprise. Palli had discarded his court attire, and was dressed for the road in well-worn tall boots, thick tunic, and a short cloak for riding.
"Palli! Sit down-" Cazaril gestured to a stool.