Part 2 (1/2)
The sorceress, still followed by her guards, strode down the corridor to her own chambers, small for a regent or ruler-just a bedchamber and an adjoining bath and jakes, but sufficient and easier to ward and guard.
In the dim light cast by the bedside candles, Anna glanced at the shutters closed over the windows she'd installed with sorcery, then at the black lines etched into the stones of the outside wall of her room. The black lines were her reminder of her inability to use her sorcery to see earth-and her daughter Elizabetta.
That last attempt had created a small explosion, etched the outline of the mirror into the stone, and nearly killed Anna.
The most powerful sorceress in Defalk, and she couldn't even view her daughter for a second, not without risking explosions and fiery catastrophe.
A second mirror hung on the wall beside the outline of the vanished first mirror, its frame already singed, its varnish bubbling from the heat of sorcerous far-seeing. The sorceress shook her head. Menares was right in his insistence that she adopt the reflecting pool used by most sorcerers. At least the water wouldn't catch fire.
Anna slipped into the washroom and glanced in the mirror, catching sight of the blonde hair, the thin face, and the eyes that had seen far more than her otherwise youthful countenance showed. Then, her features were finer than a younger woman's would have been, but the complexion, hair, and skin tone were those of an eighteen year-old-apparent eternal youth-the dream of all the earth media promoters.
”Time for dinner, and all that entails.” She finished was.h.i.+ng away the grime that still seemed to acc.u.mulate, then brushed the blonde hair that was again getting too long, before heading out the door and down the stairs, trailed by Giellum and Blaz.
As her stomach growled, once more reminding her that sorceresses had to eat twice what a healthy armsman needed, Anna glanced at the candle mantels. They needed cleaning again. She hoped she'd remember to have someone tell Virkan, but she wasn't going to disrupt dinner.
Skent waited outside the middle hail. The sound of voices drifted through the door that was slightly ajar.
The page bowed. ”Mutton stew with potatoes, lady.”
”Thank you.” Anna wished they had less mutton and goat, but the drought had left those as the most plentiful meat animals in Defalk. Perhaps after a few years of the returned rains, that would change- except there would be some other problem.
”The lady Anna,” announced Skent.
The middle hall went silent as Anna stepped in, Skent behind her.
”Go on,” she said with a smile, still vaguely amused that the girl born Anna Mayme Thompson in c.u.mberland, Kentucky, could silence an entire hall of people merely by appearing.
As she settled into the chair at the head of the table, Anna noted that Skent had managed to find a seat near the foot of the table across from Cataryzna, the only heir to Sudwei and attractive as well.
Jecks followed her eyes and nodded. ”Good match, if their affection holds.” Jecks sat to Anna's right, Hanfor to her left. Hanfor was commander of the liedburg arms-men and of the nucleus of what Anna hoped would be a standing and highly professional national army. Young Jimbob sat below his grandsire, and below Jimbob and Hanfor sat Menares and Dythya.
Anna wanted to smile as she regarded the two would-be lovers at the foot of the table. Beside Cataryzna was her thin-faced and stem aunt Drenchescha, a lady who would certainly ensure that Skent did not become overly friendly too soon.
”I see you did not protest when Lord Geansor requested that his sister accompany Cataryzna on her re- turn,” said Jecks, pouring some of the red wine into Anna's goblet.
”I cannot be everywhere, and Drenchescha is most capable of looking after Cataryzna's interests.”
'Geansor seemed pleased to return her for your program of fostering and education.”
”That's what I thought. Why did you think so?” Anna took a small sip of the wine.
”It's to his advantage. She could be no safer than with you, and anyone who attacked Sudwei could not take the heir. Also, you will find her a husband, and one you favor, and one that she can accept, and that means more support for his lands. How can the man lose? He is capable, but remains a cripple.” Jecks filled his own goblet and handed the pitcher to Hanfor, who in turn filled his goblet and pa.s.sed it to Dythya.
”I hope he sees it that way.
”He will, Lady Anna,” said Hanfor.
At Hanfor's words, both Dythya and Menares nodded. A faint look of puzzlement crossed the redheaded Jimbob's face, then vanished.
Anna wondered if she should speak up, and avoid anything vaguely private. Somewhere, sometime, she'd read that sotto voce conversations by rulers in public made people uneasy.
”Have you had any luck in the search for a weapons smith?” Anna asked more loudly, turning to the graying arms commander.
”No, my lady.” Hanfor smiled briefly. ”Yesterday, a journeyman wheelwright tried to convince me that he could do the job. He couldn't explain the difference between a shortsword and a rapier.” He paused as one serving girl set the large bowl of stew before Anna, and another eased a basket of hot bread beside it.
”We need to advertise,” the sorceress mused.
A puzzled look crossed Jecks' face, hidden quickly by a pleasant smile. Hanfor merely waited, as did Dythya and Menares.
”Can we send scrolls or messages to Ebra or Ranuak suggesting that the position of weapons smith to the Regency for the Lord of Defalk is open?”
”To whom... ?” began Menares.
”Do they have guilds or something?”
”Of course, that would work,” added Dythya with a smile. ”You could also send scrolls to the portmasters at Encora and Narial.”
”And they would pa.s.s on such news?” asked Menares skeptically.
”They would contact the mastercrafters,” Dythya explained. ”If the master smiths had journeymen who needed positions, they would tell them. If positions are few, then they would tell any one who came about the opportunity so that the newcomers would not take from those already smithing there.”
”I could see that,” mused Hanfor. ”I could send scrolls to a few armsmen who might know of weapons smiths.”
”We'll talk about that tomorrow.” Anna wanted to rub her forehead. Even at dinner the problems kept a.s.saulting her. She used the overlarge serving spoon to ladle out her portion of stew, then eased the huge bowl toward Jecks, and the bread toward Hanfor.
”It smells good,” offered Dythya. ”Better than the heavy noodles and the fried dumplings.”
As her stomach growled again, Anna hoped so. She also hoped she could get some sleep uninterrupted by some nightmare or another.
She took a bite of the stew-spicy, but not burning, thank heaven, or the harmonies, she mentally corrected herself.
Anna looked to the server. ”Jysel, would you convey my thanks and compliments to Meryn?”
Jysel bowed and flushed. ”Yes, Lady Anna.”
”Thank you.” Anna needed to work in another visit with the cooks, among everything else, but the personal touch was what made the difference. It definitely did, but it took time, and that was something that was also in short, short supply.
Like everything else in Defalk, she mused, taking another mouthful of stew, nodding to herself as she did, appreciating a meal that was neither bland nor tongue-searing.
3.
MANSUUS, MANSUUR.
What have you discovered, Ba.s.sil?” Leaning forward in the silver chair, Konsstin peers across the polished walnut of the desk at the raven-haired officer who has entered the Liedfuhr' s private study.
”About Defalk, sire?” Ba.s.sil's words are formal and barely contain the hint of a question in their tone.