Part 7 (1/2)

”YOU ARE A DRUNKARD AND A FOOL, Crowel.” Hendon Tolly then turned on his constable, Berkan Hood. ”And you are no better!” His voice echoed through the Erivor Chapel. ”I should have both your heads this very moment.”

”But, my lord, it is true!” Durstin Crowel insisted. ”The Twilight People are gone! Come up onto the battlements with me and see for yourself.”

”Not even the fairies can make an entire camp of more than a thousand soldiers disappear in a night without a single sound,” Tolly snarled. ”In any case, why would they retreat? They were winning! No, the Qar and their ancient b.i.t.c.h of a leader are planning something . . . and you are too stupid to see it!”

Crowel's face turned ugly with frustration, but instead of replying he closed his mouth with an almost audible snap snap. Even a pig like the Baron of Graylock knew better than to trade words with Hendon Tolly when he was in a foul mood. Tinwright, who still remembered several near escapes from Crowel and his cronies, was a little disappointed by his restraint.

”Doubtless you are right, Lords.h.i.+p,” said Tirnan Havemore, the castellan. ”And that is why we have all come to you, because we need your wisdom.”

”If you b.u.t.ter me any more thickly, Havemore, I shall slip out of your fingers,” Tolly said with a scowl, but the worst of his anger seemed to have pa.s.sed. Tinwright, who had been unwillingly keeping company for several days with the lord protector of Southmarch, had never met anyone so mercurial of mood, laughing and jesting one moment, beating a servant almost to death a few scant instants later. He was like a weatherc.o.c.k that never rested, spinning always toward a new direction and new extremes. ”What do you say, Hood?” Tolly asked the lord constable again, sounding almost reasonable this time. ”Are they truly gone? And if you say so, pray then tell me why that should be.”

Tinwright had heard almost as many terrifying stories about the scarred, muscular Berkan Hood as about Lord Tolly himself. Since Hood had become lord constable, dozens of people heard to speak slightingly of the Tollys in any way, especially those who suggested the disappearance of Princess Briony and her brother might have something to do with Hendon and his family, had quickly disappeared themselves. Rumor said they were brought to the little fortress Berkan Hood had made for himself in the Tower of Autumn. After that, n.o.body heard from them again, although from time to time faceless corpses were found floating in the East Lagoon just below the tower.

”The men on the wall saw nothing last night, but they heard . . . noises ...” Hood began.

”What sort of noises?” demanded Tolly. His moment of composure was over already. ”Singing? Whistling? Dancing the b.l.o.o.d.y hormos hormos? And why did n.o.body do anything? By all the G.o.ds, have I set rabbits to guard my castle?”

As the lord protector continued to shout, an anxious Tinwright let his gaze wander around the chapel. He had never been inside it before; during the time Briony Eddon ruled it had been reserved for family rituals and wors.h.i.+p. Hendon Tolly seemed to use it only for its privacy.

The council did not seem to enjoy their time in the chapel with the lord protector, nor did he much enjoy his time with them. When he had sent them away at last, Tolly threw himself down on the front bench, the one marked with the Eddon family crest, frowning and self-absorbed. Seeing the Wolf and Stars carved there, Tinwright felt a moment of helpless sadness. He tried not to think about the changes that had come to his life and land in only half a year, but it was hard to forget that things had once been better for him-much better.

Whatever was bothering Hendon Tolly had not departed with his counselors; he was up now and pacing. ”Clearly, we are all but out of time,” he said at last, as if carrying on a conversation from only a moment earlier instead of after a long silence. ”The Qar have fled because they know that the autarch is coming, so we have merely exchanged one deadly enemy for a larger and more powerful one-we have a few more nights at the most. Curse that sniveling fool, Okros!” A young page had been waiting some time in the doorway of the chapel. Tolly finally saw him. ”What? G.o.ds be blasted, what is it now?” G.o.ds be blasted, what is it now?”

The young man bowed deeply. It was clear he was terrified of the lord protector. Tinwright could sympathize. ”The . . . the queen! Queen Anissa b-begs your attendance, Lords.h.i.+p.”

”By the holy hands of the Three, am I never to have peace? Tell her I will come when I can!”

As the page scuttled away, Tolly pulled out one of his several knives and began carving at the stars in the Eddon family crest on the back of the bench. ”Knaves and slatterns, this castle is full of nothing else-not a soul capable of p.i.s.sing on a stone without me there to direct them. Now I must go and listen to that southern b.i.t.c.h complain.” He glowered at Tinwright as though it had been the poet's idea. ”Get up, d.a.m.n you,” he said, ”or I'll take the skin from your back. Follow me.”

Tinwright had not been doing anything so foolish as sitting, of course, nor was he so foolish as to point that out.

The guards who accompanied them out of the great throne hall hemmed them tightly as they made their way across the inner keep toward the residence, and Matt Tinwright was grateful to have them. The displaced throngs who lived in makes.h.i.+ft shacks and tents all across the keep had a sullen regard, few of them looking at Hendon Tolly with anything like admiration, and many with outright animosity.

”Ungrateful cattle,” Tolly said, far too loud for Tinwright's comfort. ”If human meat were not banned by the G.o.ds, they might have some use, but otherwise they are only a drain on my treasury and my patience.”

Queen Anissa and her household had taken up residence in chambers that covered a great deal of the residence's highest floor. When the maid let them in, Tinwright was astonished at the amount of room they had for themselves when people were packed into the keep down below, and even into other parts of the residence, like chickens in a coop.

Anissa turned when they came in and at first seemed to see only the lord protector. ”Hendon!” she cried, and ran toward him, arms wide. ”How I have miss you! Why do you not come anymore to me . . . ?” It was only then she noticed Tinwright and stopped, putting on a more queenly air. ”It . . . it has been so long since our last visit.”

”Many, many pardons, good lady,” Tolly said to the woman he'd been cursing only moments earlier, his voice warm and rea.s.suring. ”You must understand that with the castle under siege ...”

”Oh, that, yes,” she said, as if speaking of a foul smell from the middens. ”It is terrible. But I do not like it here. I want to go back to my tower.”

”Impossible, Highness. I cannot protect you and the young prince there. No, I'm afraid you must stay here.” He shook his head solemnly, as though to say it pained him; a moment later his expression brightened. ”Since we speak of him, where is your handsome son Alessandros-our king-to-be?”

But Anissa was clearly disappointed and would not be so easily jollied. ”There,” she said, gesturing at the knot of women on the far side of the room who were huddled around the baby and pretending not to listen. ”The maids have him. They make such a fuss of him, he will spoil himself.”

”Surely not, Highness.” Tolly made his way over to the ladies, who bowed and squirmed as he approached. One of them held the little dark-haired prince, who yanked on the maid's braided hair and stared wide-eyed at the lord protector.

”Handsome lad,” said Tolly with convincing good cheer. ”He has his father's nose.”

But Anissa was still sullen. ”I fear for him,” she said. ”I think perhaps it is time you send us to my father's country. Too dangerous here it is with the war.”

The lord protector was clearly taken aback. ”Pardon? Send you where?”

”Back to Devonis, where my people are. It is not safe for Alessandros and for me here. Those kanzarai kanzarai, those twilight goblins, they have already got inside to the castle once. We are not safe here.” She scowled and drew herself up to her full height, which was lower than Tinwright's shoulder. ”And I do not like the way the others look at me, the n.o.bles. These people here in the residence are very rude. I am the king's wife, do they not know that? No, it is not safe here.”

”But the Qar are gone, Highness,” Tolly said. ”Have you not heard?”

”Gone? What do you mean?” She looked as though she suspected a trick.

”Just that-they have left. If you do not believe me, have your maids ask anyone they choose. The Qar have broken camp and withdrawn. They are gone from our sh.o.r.e.”

”Truly?”

”Truly. And now, if you will forgive me, Highness, I have much pressing business awaiting my attention. I ache that I cannot spend more time with you and the heir, but if you wish him to have a kingdom to inherit, then there is still much work for me to do.”

It was not quite that easy; at least a quarter of an hour more pa.s.sed before Tolly managed to withdraw from the queen's presence. His mood had not improved. ”Does she think I am a fool?” he snarled as he led Tinwright down the stairs. ”Does she not realize I have spies everywhere, even in her chambers? I know every treacherous, complaining thing she has said about me. She is fortunate I need her for at least a little longer. ...” He looked up as if noticing Tinwright for the first time in a while. ”Speaking of spies, poet, you have never told me who you serve.”

Tinwright's heart slammed in his chest like a fist pounding on a door. ”Wh-what . . . ?”

Hendon Tolly rolled his eyes. ”Wait, now I remember-I told you I didn't care. And it's true. Because after tonight, you will either be dead or you will belong to me body and soul, little versifier.” He seemed distracted now. ”Yes, tonight. I suppose you think I seduced the queen because I wanted power,” he said suddenly.

Tinwright could only stammer.

”Or the pleasure of bedding a king's wife.” He spat on the floor. ”Ah, well, I suppose in a way, I did did do it for power-but not the way you think.” He stopped on a stair landing, then held back the guards with a wave of his hand. The lord protector leaned closer to Tinwright and said softly, ”I did it to give myself time, because time will bring me power-more power than you can imagine. Oh, you will see tonight, poet. You will see power do it for power-but not the way you think.” He stopped on a stair landing, then held back the guards with a wave of his hand. The lord protector leaned closer to Tinwright and said softly, ”I did it to give myself time, because time will bring me power-more power than you can imagine. Oh, you will see tonight, poet. You will see power and and beauty beyond your ability to imagine, beyond the wit of even a bard like Gregor of Syan to describe. You will see beauty beyond your ability to imagine, beyond the wit of even a bard like Gregor of Syan to describe. You will see her her. Yes, you will see her and then you will truly understand.”

After a long silence, Tinwright finally found the courage to speak. ”Understand, my lord?”

Tolly looked at him with amus.e.m.e.nt on his sharp, clever face, but something altogether stranger in his eyes. ”Yes. When you meet the G.o.ddess who loves me.”

Matt Tinwright was out of his depth. ”You are taking me to meet . . . a woman?”

”No, you fool, do you not listen? Does no one in this cursed place have even a copper's worth of wit? I said a G.o.ddess and that is what I meant. Tonight you will meet her, and she will tell us how to defeat the autarch.” Suddenly, without warning, Tolly slapped Tinwright so hard the young poet almost fell down. As Tinwright stood swaying, holding his bruised cheek, the lord protector looked at him, his face now stern and cold. ”Stop staring and follow me, lout. There is much work to do before I can see my bride-to-be again.”

Theron the Pilgrimer had grown used to traveling with the boy and his mysterious, hooded master. Each evening the boy made sure the hooded man was fed, then joined Theron at the fire to eat his own supper with silent haste. It wasn't really surprising; the hooded man himself spoke only to the boy, and the boy often seemed more of a tame animal than an ordinary child, and he used words only when necessary. Theron was a sociable man and it all made for a bleak fellows.h.i.+p . . . but the money was good. The money was very good.

The Marrinswalk Road had still been well traveled as far as Oscastle, but as the walls of that city had disappeared behind them, so too had most of the crowds. Only a few travelers were still to be found between the Marrinswalk border and the first Southmarch town on the road, but they all had fearful stories to tell of the lands beyond and the chaos that had overtaken the north.

”Bandits?” said one traveler who stopped to share a meal with them. He was a traveling merchant with a wagon and two helpers, and he had contributed a sack of dried peas and some millet to the stew. Theron had been fortunate enough to snare a rabbit that morning, so up to this point it had been a merry evening. ”Oh, aye, there are bandits in plenty between here and Brenn's Bay, but that's the least of your problems.”

”Least?”

”I should say so. Still, they have ravaged the country all around and take what they please from anyone they find.”