Arutha smiled to himself. His life had seemed unremarkable for the first eighteen years. Then the Tsurani invasion had come and the world had been forever changed. He had come to be counted one of the finest commanders in the Kingdom, had discovered an unsuspected eldest brother in Martin, and had seen a thousand horrors and miracles. But the most miraculous thing that had happened to Arutha had been Anita.
They had been parted after Lyams coronation. For nearly a year Lyam had been displaying the royal banner to both eastern lords and neighbouring kings, and now they were returning home.
Lyams voice cut through Aruthas reverie. What see you in the waves sparkle, little brother?
Martin smiled as Arutha looked up, and the former Huntmaster of Crydee, once called Martin Longbow, nodded towards his youngest brother. I wager a years taxes he sees a pair of green eyes and a pert smile in the waves.
Lyam said, No wager, Martin. Since we departed Rillanon Ive had three messages from Anita on some matter or other of state business. All conspire to keep her in Rillanon while her mother returned to their estates a month after my coronation. Arutha, by rough estimate, has averaged better than two messages a week from her the entire time. One might draw a conclusion or two from that.
Id be more than anxious to return if I had someone of her mettle waiting for me, agreed Martin.
Arutha was a private person, ill humoured when it came to revealing deep feelings, and he was doubly sensitive to any question involving Anita. He was impossibly in love with the slender young woman, intoxicated with the way she moved, the way she sounded, the way she looked at him. And while these were possibly the only two men on all Midkemia to whom he felt close enough to share his feelings, he had never, even as a boy, shown good grace when he felt he was the butt of a jest.
As Aruthas expression darkened, Lyam said, Put away your black looks, little storm cloud. Not only am I your King, Im still your older brother and I can box your ears if the need arises.
The use of the pet name their mother had given him and the improbable image of the King boxing the ears of the Prince of Krondor made Arutha smile slightly. He was silent a moment, then said, I worry I misread her in this. Her letters, while warm, are formal and at times distant. And there are many young courtiers in your palace.
Martin said, From the moment we escaped from Krondor, your fate was sealed, Arutha. Shes had you in her bow mark from the first, like a hunter drawing down on a deer. Even before we reached Crydee, when we were hiding out, shed look at you in a certain way. No, shes waiting for you, have no doubt.
Besides, added Lyam, youve told her how you feel.
Well, not in so many words. But I have stated my fondest affection.
Lyam and Martin exchanged glances. Arutha, said Lyam, you write with all the passion of a scribe doing year-end tax tallies.
All three laughed. The months of travel had allowed a redefinition of their relationship. Martin had been both tutor and friend to the other two as boys, teaching hunting and woodcraft. But he had also been a commoner, though as Huntmaster he stood as a highly placed member of Duke Borrics staff. With the revelation that he was their fathers bastard, an elder half brother, all three had passed through a time of adjustment. Since then they had endured the false camaraderie of those seeking advantage, the hollow promises of friendship and loyalty from those seeking gain, and during this time they had discovered something more. In the others, each had found two men who could be trusted, who could be confided in, who understood what this sudden rise to preeminence meant, and who shared the pressures of newly inflicted responsibilities. In the other two, each had found friends.
Arutha shook his head, laughing at himself. I guess I have known from the first as well, though I had doubts. Shes so young.
Lyam said, About our mothers age when she wed Father, you mean?
Arutha fixed Lyam with a sceptical look. Do you have an answer for everything?
Martin clapped Lyam on the back. Of course, he said. Then softly he added, Thats why hes the King. As Lyam turned a mock frown upon Martin, the eldest brother continued. So when we return, ask her to wed, dear brother. Then we can wake old Father Tully from before his fireplace and we can all be off to Krondor and have a merry wedding. And I can stop all this bloody travel and return to Crydee.
A voice from above cried out, Land ho!
Where away? shouted the captain.
Dead ahead.
Gazing into the distance, Martins practised hunters eye was the first to perceive the distant shores. Quietly he placed his hands upon his brothers shoulders. After a time all three could see the distant outline of tall towers against an azure sky.
Softly Arutha said, Rillanon.
The sounds of the light tapping of footfalls and the rustle of a full skirt held above hurrying feet accompanied the sight of a slender figure marching purposefully down a long hallway. The lovely features of the lady rightly acknowledged the reigning beauty of the court were set in an expression of less than pleasant aspect. The guards posted along the hall stood face front, but eyes followed her passage. More than one guard considered the likely target of the ladys well-known temper and smiled inwardly. The singer was in for a rude awakening, literally.
In a most unladylike fashion, Princess Carline, sister to the King, swept past a startled servant who tried to jump aside and bow to her at the same time, a feat that landed him on his backside as Carline vanished into the guest wing of the palace.
Coming to a door, she paused. Patting her loose dark hair into place, she raised her hand to knock, then halted. Her blue eyes narrowed as she became irritated by the thought of waiting for the door to open, so she simply pushed it open without announcing herself.
The chamber was dark, as the night curtains were still drawn. The large bed was occupied by a large lump beneath the blankets that groaned as Carline slammed the door behind her. Picking her way across the clothing-strewn floor, she yanked aside the curtains, admitting the brilliant midmorning light. Another groan emitted from the lump as a head with two red-rimmed eyes peeked out over the bedcovers. Carline, came the dry croak, are you trying to wither me to death?
Coming to stand over the bed, she snapped, If you hadnt been carousing all night, and had been to breakfast as expected, you might have heard that my brothers ship had been sighted. Theyll be at the dock within two hours.
Laurie of Tyr-Sog, troubadour, traveller, former hero of the Riftwar, and lately court minstrel and constant companion to the Princess, sat up, rubbing at tired eyes. I was not carousing. The Earl of Dolth insisted on hearing every song in my repertoire. I sang until near dawn. He blinked and smiled up at Carline. Scratching at his neatly trimmed blond beard, he said, The man has inexhaustible endurance, but also excellent taste in music.
Carline sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over, and kissed him briefly. She deftly disengaged herself from arms that sought to entangle her. Holding him at bay with her hand upon his chest, she said, Listen, you amorous nightingale, Lyam, Martin, and Arutha will be here soon, and the minute Lyam holds court and gets all the formalities done with, Im talking to him about our marriage.
Laurie looked around as if seeking a corner in which to disappear. Over the last year their relationship had developed in depth and passion, but Laurie had a near-reflexive avoidance of the topic of marriage. Now, Carline he began.
Now, Carline, indeed! she interrupted with a jab of her finger into his bare chest. You buffoon, Ive had eastern princes, sons of half the dukes in the Kingdom, and who knows how many others simply begging for permission to pay court to me. And Ive always ignored them. And for what? So some witless musician can trifle with my affections? Well, we shall have an accounting.
Laurie grinned, pushing his tousled blond hair back. He sat up and, before she could move, kissed her deeply. When he pulled away, he said, Carline, love of my being, please. Weve covered this ground.
Her eyes, which had been half-closed during the kiss, instantly widened. Oh! Weve covered this ground before? she said, infuriated. We will be married. That is final. She stood up to avoid his embrace again. It has become the scandal of the court, the Princess and her minstrel lover. Its not even an original tale. I am becoming a laughing-stock. Damn it all, Laurie, Im nearly twenty-six. Most women my age are eight, nine years married. Would you have me die a spinster?
Never that, my love, he answered, still amused. Besides the fact of her beauty, and the slim chance of anyones calling her an old maid, she was ten years his junior and he regarded her as young, a perception constantly furthered by her outbursts of childish temper. He sat up fully and spread his hands in a gesture of helplessness as he stifled his mirth. I am what I am, darling, no more or less. Ive been here longer than Ive been anywhere when I was a free man. Ill admit, though, this is a far more pleasant captivity than the last. He was speaking of the years he had been a slave on Kelewan, the Tsurani homeworld. But youll never know when Ill want to roam once more. He could see her temper rising as he spoke, and was forced to admit to himself that he was often what brought out the worst in her nature. He rapidly changed tack. Besides, I dont know if Id make a good whatever the husband of the Kings sister is called.
Well, youd better get used to it. Now get up and get dressed.
Laurie grabbed the trousers she tossed to him and quickly put them on. When he was finished dressing he stood before her and put his arms around her waist. Since the day we met I have been your adoring subject, Carline. I have never loved, nor will I love, anyone as I love you, but
I know. I have had months of the same excuses. She jabbed him in the chest again. Youve always been a traveller, she mocked. Youve always been free. You dont know how you would fare being tied to one spot though Ive noticed youve managed to endure settling down here in the Kings palace.
Laurie cast his eyes heavenwards. This is true enough.
Well, lover mine, those excuses may serve you as you bid farewell to some poor tavern keepers daughter, but theyll do you little good here. We shall see what Lyam thinks of all this. I should imagine there is some old law or other in the archives dealing with commoners becoming involved with nobles.
Laurie chuckled. There is. My father is entitled to a golden sovereign, a pair of mules, and a farm for your having taken advantage of me.
Suddenly Carline giggled, tried to smother it, then laughed aloud. You bastard. Tightly hugging him, she rested her head upon his shoulder and sighed. I can never stay angry with you.
He cradled her gently in the circle of his arms. I do give you reason upon occasion, he said softly.
Yes, you do.
Well, not all that often.
Look you well, boyo, she said. My brothers are nearing the harbour as we speak, and you stand here arguing. You may dare make free with my person, but the King may take a dim view of things as they stand.
So I have feared, Laurie said, with obvious concern in his voice.
Suddenly Carlines mood softened. Her expression changed to one of reassurance. Lyam will do whatever I ask. Hes never been able to say no to anything Ive truly wished for since I was tiny. This is not Crydee. He knows things are different here, and that Im no longer a child.
So I have noticed.
Rogue. Look, Laurie. Youre no simple farmer or cobbler. You speak more languages than any educated noble I have known. You read and write. You have travelled widely, even to the Tsurani world. You have wits and talents. You are much more able to govern than many who are born to it. Besides, if I can have an older brother who was a hunter before becoming a duke, why not a husband who was a singer?
Your logic is impeccable. I simply dont have a good answer. I love you without stint, but the rest
Your problem is you have the ability to govern, but you just dont want the responsibility. Youre lazy.
He laughed. Thats why my father tossed me out of the house when I was thirteen. Said Id never make a decent farmer.
She pushed away from him gently, her voice taking on a serious note. Things change, Laurie. Ive given this much consideration. I thought I was in love before, twice, but youre the only man who could get me to forget who I am and act this shamelessly. When Im with you, nothing makes sense, but thats all right, because then I dont care if the way I feel makes sense. But now I must care. Youd better make a choice, and make it soon. Ill bet my jewels Arutha and Anita will announce they are betrothed before my brothers are in the palace a day. Which means well all be off to Krondor for their wedding.
When they are wed, Ill return here with Lyam. It will be up to you to decide if you will be coming back with us, Laurie. She locked gazes with him. I have had a wonderful time with you. Ive feelings I couldnt imagine possible when I dreamed my girls dreams of Pug and then Roland. But you must get ready to choose. You are my first lover, and will always be my dearest love, but when I return here you will be either my husband or a memory.
Before he could answer, she walked to the door. In all ways I love you, rogue. But time is short. She paused. Now come along and help me greet the King.
He came to her side and opened the door for her. They hurried to where carriages were waiting to take the reception committee to the docks. Laurie of Tyr-Sog, troubadour, traveller, and hero of the Riftwar, was acutely aware of the presence of this woman at his side and wondered how it would feel to be denied that presence for good and all. He felt decidedly unhappy at the prospect.
Rillanon, capital of the Kingdom of the Isles, waited to welcome home her King. The buildings were bedecked in festive bunting and hothouse flowers. Brave pennants flew from the rooftops and bold banners of every colour were strung between the buildings over the streets the King would travel. Called Jewel of the Kingdom, Rillanon rested upon the slopes of many hills, a marvellous place of graceful spires, airy arches, and delicate spans. The late King, Rodric, had embarked upon a restoration of the city, adding lovely marble and quartz stone facing to most of the buildings before the palace, rendering the city a sparkling wonderland in the afternoon sunlight.
The Royal Eagle approached the Kings dock, where the welcoming party waited. In the distance, upon those buildings and hillside streets affording a clear view of the dock, throngs of citizens were cheering the return of their young King. For many years Rillanon had abided under the black cloud of King Rodrics madness, and though Lyam was still a stranger to most of the citys populace, he was adored, for he was young and handsome, his bravery in the Riftwar was widely known, and his generosity had been great. He had lowered taxes.