Part 55 (1/2)

Sparrow pushed to her feet. ”Master Rennan needs a healer right away. He is wounded.”

Sir Caleb bowed. ”Of course, my lady.”

Achan's eyes widened at the exchange, for Sir Caleb, who had disdained all talk of Vrell Sparrow for the past few weeks, now treated her quite differently. And Sparrow... No wonder she'd always been such a bossy little thing. d.u.c.h.ess Amal's daughter had been born and bred to rule Carm.

His stomach flipped in his gut. Oh, the things he'd said and done to this girl-to this n.o.blewoman! Pig snout. He caught sight of the maroon sleeve on his arm out of the corner of his eye and looked back to Sparrow.

Arman? What exactly have You done?

It wasn't long before they were all a.s.sembled in the solar. Achan sat at the head of a table and watched Sparrow, who hadn't looked at him since her confession on the stairs.

She, Sir Eagan, Sir Jax, and Sir Rigil sat on one side of the table, eating like starved peasants. Sir Eagan sat on Achan's right, with Sparrow on the far end. Esper sat opposite Achan, just around the corner from Sparrow's place. Sir Caleb, Captain Demry, Inko, and Bodwin sat on the other side of the table. Shung and Manu stood by the door.

Bodwin's gaze fell on Sparrow and Esper, and his expression darkened. ”Why are women being present for such a meeting? It's being bad luck to be having women involved in matters of war.”

”Lady Averella is here at my personal invitation,” Sir Eagan said.

Bodwin waved at Esper. ”But Sir Caleb's wife...”

”Is here as my chaperone,” Sparrow said. ”Surely you must agree that it would be improper for a lady to be in a secluded meeting with ten men.”

”That never stopped you before,” Achan mumbled.

Sparrow's cheeks flushed pink, and when she spoke, she still did not look his way. ”That is true, Your Highness. But I am turning over a new petal in an effort to become the flower you once proclaimed me to be.”

This time Achan's cheeks flamed, more so when he caught Shung's smile. Something funny, Shung?

Shung's grin widened.

”So tell us the tale, Sir Eagan,” Sir Caleb said. ”How did you come to free the prisoners? And what brought you into the company of Lady Averella?”

”Well, Your Highness,” Sir Eagan said, ”my report goes thusly. I entered Mahanaim with Captain Demry's men. My mission was to slip up to the Hadad's tower and a.s.sa.s.sinate him. Little did I know what Lady Averella and her companions were up to. Her tale must come first. Just as Captain Demry attacked, Lady Averella took a boat to a secret entrance to the dungeon. Posing as Lady Viola, she was able to reach the cell with the guard's help. Then-and this part will please you, I suspect, Your Highness-Lady Averella took out the guard using a leg sweep.” Sir Eagan raised his dark eyebrows and smiled. ”What do you think of that?”

Achan tried not to smile. ”I'm glad she learned something in her time with us despicable men.”

Sir Caleb kicked Achan under the table.

Sparrow's spine straightened. She tipped up her chin, but looked at her trencher when she spoke. ”Besides the leg sweep, Your Highness, I also learned to scratch, burp, and spit during my time with you. So I too am thankful to have learned something useful.”

Esper held her hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle.

Achan drew in a breath, wanting to spit back something cutting, for Sparrow baited him like no other, but Sir Eagan clapped Achan's shoulder.

”Then Lady Averella challenged the freed soldiers to weaken Mahanaim from the inside. Shortly thereafter, she, Madam Hoff, and Noam met up with me atop the Hadad's tower. I pulled my knife on Lady Averella, for which I pray she forgives me.”

”Of course I forgive you, Father. There was a battle going on, and I was wearing armor and a helm over my face.”

Father. Achan looked from one to the other, seeing the similarities now. The hair, the round face, the light skin. How could he have missed it?

”How came you to wear this armor?” Sir Caleb asked.

”Noam and Gren scavenged it in the courtyard. We were helping some of the wounded as we made our way inside.”

Sir Eagan chuckled. ”Which is where she got the t.i.tle Iamos, for the men believed they saw the healing G.o.ddess, her brother, and her maiden walking among them.”

”I told them all that I was not Iamos,” Sparrow said. ”No one wanted to hear it, though.”

”When I recognized Lady Averella, I put away my blade,” Sir Eagan said. ”The Hadad's tower was locked from inside. While Noam and I tried and failed to break down the door, Lady Averella went out the window.”

”Of the watchtower?” Achan asked.

”Aye. Skirting the decorative ledge. Gowzals attacked her, but she still managed to dive in through the window and open the door. The Hadad awoke, though, and tried to control Averella, to make her kill me. But she fooled the old man and used Rhomphaia to finish him.”

A gasp escaped Achan. Sparrow had killed Macoun Hadar? He glanced at Sparrow, then back to Sir Eagan. ”But Sir Gavin told me you killed Macoun Hadar.”

”Forgive me, Your Highness. I asked Sir Gavin to keep Averella's presence a secret in case...” He rubbed the back of his neck and s.h.i.+fted in his chair.

”Go on with the story,” Achan said, not wanting to rekindle his anger at the deceit his advisors had carried on so long.

”When Macoun died, we saw the keliy for a moment. Strangest thing I ever saw. Then we got out of there. We met Sir Rigil, Master Rennan, and Sir Jax on our way back down. Then we found a boat and left Mahanaim.”

Sir Eagan went on to explain their trip into Nahar Forest, a man called Peripaso who led them past Ebens and through the mountains, their trouble with wolves, and how they arrived in Noiz.

Achan desperately wanted to speak to Sparrow's mind, but something about the way she carried herself now intimidated him. And she would still not look his way. He forced himself to be patient. The words of her confession repeated like a song stuck in his head. All this time he had been betrothed to Sparrow! The fact made him turn away to hide his smile.

Then, as if he were having to go through it all again, he remembered that d.u.c.h.ess Amal had severed the agreement because her daughter had refused him. Sparrow had refused him. And he'd treated her horribly in the foyer.

Pig snout. But she had just said she was trying to be his flower petals, or something like that, hadn't she? He needed a moment alone with her to figure all this out. Yet he feared it as well. For it might be his last chance, and what if he squandered it? Win Sparrow, or lose her forever.

Arman, do I even want her? She's such a trial.

Yes, hang it all. For look how lovely she was. And fun. He missed her teasing barbs. Her nose in the air. Her captivating green eyes. Her pathetic use of a sword, though the fact that she had killed Macoun Hadar impressed him greatly.

Sir Eagan was still talking. Inko had asked him a question. ”Going down one of the tunnels. Averella treated him.”

”Master Rennan is having his wound looked at by a healer, or he would be here now,” Sir Rigil said. ”He has been a stalwart companion to us on this journey.”

”I'll knight him as soon as he recovers,” Achan said. ”If you have no arguments, Sir Rigil.”

Sir Rigil beamed. ”None at all, Your Highness. The lad is due, in my opinion.”

”And I shall knight the man called Peripaso and Lady Averella as well.”

The room fell as silent as a calm sea.

Achan fixed his gaze on Sparrow, but she kept her head down, a torn piece of bread halfway to her lips.

”If not for Lady Averella-” Oh, how strange that name sounded on his tongue- ”many of our knights would still be imprisoned, maybe eaten by the tanniyn. And Sir Eagan may never have found a way into the Hadad's tower or managed to kill him. But she did.”

”But to be knighting a woman, Your Highness?” Bodwin said. ”Has ever such a thing been happening?”