All that same day, Lilli had been restless. She would read a page in the book only to realize that shed comprehended not one word of it. In the middle of the morning she gave up on her studies and headed downstairs. She was crossing the great hall when a boyish voice hailed her, and she turned to see Prince Riddmar trotting over to her. His pale-haired resemblance to Maryn struck her like an omen. If one day she had a son by the prince, he would look much like this, no doubt.
Good morrow, Lady Lilli, Riddmar said. Are you going out for a ride or suchlike?
I thought Id just have a bit of a walk. Why?
Oh, Im bored. The boy pulled a long face. Its so wretched, not getting to go to the war. I wanted to ride down to the lake, but Lady Elyssa told me I couldnt go alone.
And quite rightly, too. Youre too valuable to risk to some traitor or Cantrae spy.
Thats what my brother said. Riddmar sighed with deep drama. May I walk with you?
Of course. Im just going for a stroll.
Although Riddmar had lived in the dun for some months, he still had a great deal of trouble sorting out the warren of walls and towers that made up Dun Deverry. As they walked, Lilli pointed out various landmarks and showed him the main paths through the confusion.
Some of these buildings and suchlike look so clumsy, Riddmar remarked at one point. Like that odd tower you can see from the main ward.
The one that leans so badly? Your brother told me that it was built that way on purpose, so defenders could drop rocks down on attackers.
Oh. That makes sense, truly.
All at once Riddmar blushed and looked away.
Whats wrong? Lilli said.
Er, ah, well, I was just well, remembering somewhat my brother told me.
About me?
The boy blushed again, betraying the answer.
What was it? Lilli said. Everyone knows Im his mistress. You dont need to be embarrassed.
I know that. Riddmar looked down at the hard-packed dirt of the ward. It was just an odd thing.
What?
Well. Riddmar began drawing lines in the dirt with the toe of one boot. He said he hoped that I never loved a woman the way he loves you. He looked up. I dont understand that.
He should be more careful of what he tells you.
Ive not made you angry, have I? Im sorry. He sort of blurted it out one night when he wanted me to go away so he could could visit you.
Im not angry. Just weary all of a sudden. Here, lets go back to the great hall. I need to rest.
As they were walking up to the main broch complex, Elyssa came trotting out, lifting her skirts free of the muck as she hurried across the cobbles. She saw them, waved, and waited for them to catch up to her.
There you are, your highness, Elyssa said to Riddmar.
I stayed in the dun, Riddmar said. Just like you told me.
My thanks for that. The captain of the fortguards looking for you. He wants to give you another lesson in swordcraft.
Splendid! Riddmar broke into a grin.
Hes down at the royal stables, the one the silver daggers use when theyre here.
My thanks. Riddmar made her a sketchy bow and did the same to Lilli. Ill be in his company if you have need of me.
The young prince turned on his heel and ran off, heading across the ward to the stable complex. Elyssa watched him go with a shake of her head.
Hes a fiery young colt, Elyssa said at last. Which is all to the good.
Hell need that spirit when hes Gwerbret Cerrmor. Hes so awfully young. Shouldnt there be a regent for him?
Well, Prince Maryn will hold that rank formally, but of course, hell be here in Dun Deverry. No doubt one of the councillors will go.
It would be splendid if Nevyn were appointed to Cerrmor. Then I could go with him.
Away from the prince?
Just that. Lilli laid her hand at her throat. Dont you think I know the grief Im causing our princess?
Its not you whos doing the causing. But its honourable of you to consider her grief. Not many lasses would. She paused, her mouth twisting. None of the others did.
No doubt. But its not just the princess. Sometimes I want naught more than to get free of Maryn.
Elyssa made an odd little gasp out of surprise, Lilli assumed.
Lyss, I feel like Ive got a fever, and its burning me up. No doubt if I had to go to Cerrmor Id weep and carry on for days, but then I could recover.
I see. Elyssa studied her for a long moment. You truly mean that, dont you? You know, the prince is not a man to force himself upon a woman who refuses him.
I know that. Its just when I see him, I cant think of anything but him. Its horrid, actually.
It must be, at that. Elyssa considered for a moment. Would you like to see the princess?
I would, truly. How is she?
Much the same. Every little thing makes her weep, and shes so tired, so tired. Not even her needlework distracts her, and shes not been able to put one word into her book. A visit might cheer her a bit.
They went inside and climbed the staircase up to the womens hall, but Degwa met them at the door and motioned for silence.
Shes sleeping, Degwa whispered. At last, and Id not wake her.
Of course not, Elyssa said. Lilli can come again later.
Degwa stepped out and shut the door to the hall behind her. For a moment they all stood together out in the corridor. Degwa cocked her head to one side and considered Lilli with a nasty little smile.
I gather, Degwa said, that you have a brooch that once belonged to me.
Elyssa waved a hand and made a little clucking sound, which Degwa ignored.
I do, Lilli said. But you may have it back, if youd like. I took it only because I thought you didnt want it.
Well, I dont, at that. Degwa held her head high in the air. The Boars leavings should go to a Boar, no doubt.
Degwa stomped off, her wooden clogs loud on the stone floor, and hurried down the staircase. Elyssa rolled her eyes to the heavens.
Ye gods! Elyssa whispered. My apologies, Lilli.
Theres no need for you to apologize. Ah well, Decci is what she is, and thats true for all of us.
When she returned to her chamber, Lilli opened her wooden chest and found the brooch that had once been her mothers. She sat down in her chair and held the silver knot up, letting it catch the sunlight. Why was she keeping it? she wondered. Her mother a murderess, a sorceress who had used Lillis own gifts ruthlessly for the clans advantage. And yet Merodda had put out considerable effort to save Lilli from a horrible marriage; at times she had been kind as well, for no reason other than that Lilli was her daughter. A token for those good things, Lilli decided. Thats why I keep it.
Thinking of her blood kin made Lilli remember Braemys, her cousin, her half-brother, and once, too, her betrothed. Dark thoughts gathered, that he was likely to die in the coming fighting. But what if he won the battle? What if Maryn were killed instead? One or the other of them would have to die to settle the feud between them. Deverry men always settled feuds that way, with the death of one or the other. With the brooch clasped tight in one hand, she rose and walked to the window. Outside the sky blazed with gold light, streaked with pink and orange against the darkening blue.
Thinking of her blood kin made Lilli remember Braemys, her cousin, her half-brother, and once, too, her betrothed. Dark thoughts gathered, that he was likely to die in the coming fighting. But what if he won the battle? What if Maryn were killed instead? One or the other of them would have to die to settle the feud between them. Deverry men always settled feuds that way, with the death of one or the other. With the brooch clasped tight in one hand, she rose and walked to the window. Outside the sky blazed with gold light, streaked with pink and orange against the darkening blue.
Dear Goddess, Lilli whispered. Let Maryn be the victor. I beg you.
And she wondered if she would ever get free of him.
Just at sunset the scouting parties returned to Maryns camp. Armed with Nevyns report, Maryn had sent Branoic with some of the silver daggers to the southeast, while a squad from Daerycs men had ridden straight east. Neither party had seen either half of Braemyss army, which meant that the enemy was, most likely, making camp for the night.
Ill wager they march here tomorrow, your highness, Branoic said. This Braemys hes young, but hes got a good head on his shoulders.
So your betrothed told me once, Maryn said. She knew him well, after all.
I take it his highness discussed the matter with her?
I did, truly. Why wouldnt I?
Branoic said nothing more, but his slight smile had turned dangerous. For a moment the two men stared at each other, their eyes narrow, their jaws tight-set, Maryn standing with his plaid cloak draped over one shoulder and his hands set on his hips, while Branoic, his clothes dust-stained, knelt at his feet. The other scouts, waiting behind Branoic, took a step back, but Maryns servant stopped, dead-still, at the mouth of the tent behind him. Nevyn felt a cold warning run down his back and strode forward, ready to intervene. His movement brought them both to their senses. Maryn forced out a smile and turned it impartially upon all of the waiting men, including Branoic.
Well done, the prince said. Dont let me keep you from your fires.
My thanks, your highness. Branoic rose and bowed. Its been a long days ride.
In the company of the other scouts Branoic strode off into the sea of tents. Maryns servant sighed aloud and darted away. Nevyn raised an eyebrow at Maryn, who shrugged.
My apologies, Maryn said. I need to watch my tongue.
A wise thought, Nevyn said.
Thats the worst of it, isnt it? Being the prince, I mean. Im not allowed to lapse like ordinary men.
Even ordinary men need to watch their tongues now and again.
Maryn gave him a sour smile, then turned and without another word ducked into his tent. In the gathering twilight Nevyn walked back to his own. The worst danger for the kingdom would arrive tomorrow with Braemyss army, but the worst danger for the prince and those who loved him was waiting back in Dun Deverry.
Deep in the night, once the astral tide of Earth had settled into a steady flow, Nevyn scried again, and once again he found the two halves of Braemyss army, one to the south, one to the east, camped under the stars without tents or campfires. They had sacrificed everything for speed. If Maryn had lacked the presence of a dweomermaster, he and his army would have found themselves caught between two forces like a bite of meat between two jaws.
As it was, of course, they were warned.
Well before dawn Maddyn woke. He sat up in the silent darkness of his tent and considered the odd sensation troubling him. In a few moments he realized that, for the first time in days, he felt hungry. Somewhere near at hand Branoic had left him a chunk of bread on just this chance, but he could see nothing but a triangle of lighter dark at the tents mouth.
Curse it all!
Cautiously he got to his knees and began feeling the ground at the head of his blankets.
Behind him he heard a rustling and a sound that might have been a whisper. A silver glow cast sudden shadows. When he twisted round he saw his blue sprite, glowing like the moon and grinning at him.
My thanks, he said. And theres the bread.
Branoic had left it wrapped in cloth upon his saddle, the only thing in the tent that would serve as a shelf. Maddyn found a covered tankard of watered ale nearby as well. With his sprite for company, Maddyn began dipping the bread in the ale and eating the moist bits, but hed not got far into the chunk before he realized he was making a mistake. He tried a sip of plain ale and felt his stomach burn and twist.
So much for that.
Maddyn wrapped the bread back up, then lay down again, but it took him a long while to sleep with his stomach cramping and complaining. When he finally dozed off, he dreamt of Aethan, lying dead on the battlefield, and woke in a cold sweat. This time, at least, dawn light streamed into the tent. From outside he heard voices, talking softly; then someone pulled the tent flap to one side and stuck his head in: Nevyn.
Ah, Nevyn said. Youre awake.
More or less, my lord. Maddyn sat up, then clutched his aching stomach with both arms. I tried to eat somewhat in the night.
With bad result, I see. The prince wants to see you.
Ill come out.
Much to his relief, Maddyn found that he could crawl out of the tent with some effort and then, with Nevyns help, stand up. The prince had already donned his chain mail shirt, but the hood lay on his shoulders, and he wore no helm. In the dawn light his hair gleamed as if the sun itself were honouring him.
Dont try to kneel or bow, Maryn said. How do you fare?
Not so well, your highness, Im afraid.
You look pale about the mouth still, Nevyn put in. After the army rides out, Ill have a better look at you.
My thanks, my lord.
Mine, too, the prince said, nodding Nevyns way. I wanted to see you, Maddo, because I was just remembering how you and the silver daggers smuggled me from Pyrdon to Cerrmor, all those years ago. We had so little then, do you remember? And we hadnt the slightest idea of what we were riding into.
So we hadnt. Maddyn smiled, the first time hed felt like doing so in some days. And you slept on the ground like an ordinary rider.
I did. The prince smiled in return. I remember sharing a fire with you and Branoic. The smile vanished, and for a moment the prince was silent. Ah well, he said at last, Long time ago now, but that ride began everything. And so I wanted to come thank you now that were about to end the matter. Maryn held out his hand. I only wish that Caradoc were here.
So do I, my liege, so do I.
As he shook hands with the prince, Maddyn felt tears in his eyes, mourning not only Caradoc but all the men the silver daggers had lost in one battle or another. It had been a long road that theyd travelled to bring the prince to his rightful wyrd.
Well, the prince said, Id best be gone and let you rest. Its time to get our men ready to march.
Nevyn left with the prince, and Maddyn crawled back into his tent and lay down. The canvas roof, glowing from the light outside, seemed to spin around him. Hed not eaten a true meal in days, but was it hunger making him so light-headed? He doubted it. More likely it was the grief of war.
Nevyn accompanied the prince back to the royal tent. Out in front of it, his vassals were gathering to receive their orders for the battle ahead. Gwerbret Daeryc and Gwerbret Ammerwdd stood in front of the huge red and white banners of the wyvern throne, and the rising sun gilded their mail and glittered on their sword hilts. Behind them stood the tieryns, and behind them, the men who could only claim a lordship for their rank.