Part 15 (1/2)

Elyril shook her head. ”The Nightseer keeps his own counsel. But he serves Shar, as do I.”

You serve the Divine One.

Elyril c.o.c.ked her head. ”The will of Shar and Volumvax is as one.”

Kefil yawned and rolled over on his side. Perhaps the Nightseer would not agree Perhaps the Nightseer would not agree.

Elyril glared at the old mastiff. ”The Nightseer will not have a chance to disagree because he will never know.”

Kefil closed his eyes. Of course, Mistress Of course, Mistress.

”Are you threatening to reveal my secret to him, Kefil?”

Kefil did not look at her. He dared not. I serve only you, Mistress I serve only you, Mistress.

Elyril nodded. ”And I serve the Nightseer only until I receive the sign and the book is made whole. Shar has called me through the Divine One to a higher purpose. When Volumvax is freed, even the Nightseer will bend his knee to him.”

And to you, Kefil said. He licked his hindquarters. Unless you are mad, that is, and none of this is real Unless you are mad, that is, and none of this is real.

Elyril considered the dog's words for a moment, dismissed them as nonsense, and returned to her prayers. Later, when it was time to dine, she held her invisible holy symbol in her hand and whispered a spell that would make her words more persuasive. When the spell was complete, she went to the dining hall.

There, she and her aunt enjoyed a meal of stuffed quail and roasted vegetables. Much of Sembia might suffer deprivation, but Mirabeta's fortune allowed for her and Elyril to dine well.

”The huntmaster took the quail yesterday,” Mirabeta said. ”And the wine is Selgite, from the Uskevren vineyards.”

Elyril nodded. Both bird and wine were quite good. This was fortunate, as the lingering effects of the minddust made her taste buds more sensitive than usual. When she thought of Selgaunt, she thought of Zarin Terb, his fat body smoking on the floor of the council chamber. She giggled. Her aunt looked on, bemused.

Two mute serving girls, both the product of Mirabeta's breeding program, lingered at the walls to refill wine chalices and clear away dishes. They had polished the lacquered finish of the dining table to the gloss of a mirror. Elyril smiled at the eyeless, deformed faces that lived in the table. They looked at her from under its surface. She alone could see them-another boon from Shar.

”The n.o.bility should be receiving notice of the moot,” Elyril said.

Mirabeta nodded.

Magical missives and official couriers traveling under seal would have dispatched the news to all of the major cities of the realm by the next morning. News of Endren's arrest had no doubt also circulated quickly. Tension lay thick in the capital and would be spreading to the rest of the realm. Despite Endren's claim that he would not turn Ordulin into a battleground, scattered street fights between forces loyal to Endren and forces loyal to Mirabeta had left over three dozen dead.

”The capital borders on chaos,” Mirabeta observed. ”Too many soldiers and not enough food. The populace is restless.”

Elyril sipped her wine, nodded. For years Mirabeta had sounded out her political ideas with Elyril over a meal. The faces that lived in the table told Elyril how to answer her aunt. She looked to them for guidance and they did not disappoint.

”If the safety of the capital is at stake, it is the overmistress's duty to end the threat. Raithspur and the guard answer to you now, aunt.”

Mirabeta bit the meat off a quail bone. ”Arresting those loyal to Endren could cause a riot.”

The faces mouthed a response for Elyril. Her spell made her words compelling to her aunt. ”Perhaps just a few of them, then? The key men, the leaders-Abelar Corrinthal, for certain.”

”Abelar has fled the city using magical means,” Mirabeta said, making a dismissive gesture. ”He has probably already returned to Saerb.”

Elyril vented her frustration only with a frown. She would have enjoyed arranging for Abelar to die while in custody. She hated the Lathanderian.

”Not Abelar, then, but the others. The guards could take them from their quarters late at night. You could also arrest a few unimportant men who are loyal to you. That way, you would appear to the commoners to be evenhanded.”

Mirabeta devoured her quail, nodded thoughtfully. ”The streets would be safe tomorrow if the order went out tonight.”

”The citizens would thank you for returning the city to normalcy,” Elyril said, while silently thanking Shar and the faces in the table. ”You could accompany the announcement of the arrests with the announcement of a new food distribution program. Extra grains could be purchased from abroad and ground in the city's mills. You could order the temples to require that their underpriests use spells to create food.”

”The temples would never stand for such a step. They will make food for their loyal wors.h.i.+pers, but not for all.”

Elyril finished her wine. ”You are the overmistress, aunt,” she said simply. ”If they refuse to comply, threaten to revoke their land charter, or tax them until they accede.”

Mirabeta c.o.c.ked her head. ”An interesting idea.”

One of the mute serving girls appeared at Elyril's side and refilled her wine chalice. The ceiling chandelier cast her silhouette on the table and the faces sprouted fangs and tore it to pieces. The mute's shadow, silent no more, screamed as it died.

”Have you determined how best to control the moot?” Elyril asked.

Mirabeta's face tightened. ”There is no controlling it. I should not have agreed to it. There is no predicting the outcome of such a thing.”

Elyril shook her head somberly and played the fool niece. ”I do not understand why we have need of it. An overmistress has been selected. The moot creates uncertainty at a time when Sembia is most in need of stable leaders.h.i.+p.”

Mirabeta set down her wine gla.s.s and nodded. ”Indeed.”

The faces fed Elyril her next words. ”I suppose there is little that could prevent the moot, now?”

Mirabeta tore a wing from a second quail. ”Little.”

Elyril made a point of pondering. ”Aunt, may I be candid?”

Mirabeta regarded her over the rim of a wine chalice. She took a sip and placed the vessel on the table. ”Have you not been candid in the past?”

”What I am about to say is of a different cast,” Elyril said.

Mirabeta studied her face and turned to the serving girls.

”Leave us,” she commanded, and the mute girls scurried from the chamber, leaving behind the Uskevren wine.

When they were alone, Elyril said, ”Aunt, you hold power. Deservedly so. You cannot let it slip from your grasp because your election was held hostage to the threats of a murderer. The state will need you for more than nine tendays.”

Mirabeta nodded. ”Agreed. We are at a critical point in Sembia's history. My cousin and the rest of the High Council stood by in idleness while the elves returned to Cormanthyr, while Cormyr drifted into chaos, while the harvest failed, and while the dragons raged. They were and remain fools. Endren did Sembia a service by killing Kendrick.”

Elyril smiled at that. She enjoyed knowing the truth of the murder while her aunt did not. She said, ”And now you must do the state a service by holding power.”

Mirabeta nodded slowly and bit her lower lip. ”I confess to having similar thoughts. There are some among the n.o.bility who would support me in such a move. There are others I could buy. I do control the treasury. But they are too few to ensure my election.”

Elyril shook her head in sympathy. She looked up as if struck with an idea. ”Then why an election at all? Why not dissolve the High Council?”

Mirabeta scoffed. ”Because it will ensure a rebellion, foolish girl.”

Elyril recognized the turned soil of the row and planted her seed. ”Has not a rebellion already started, Aunt? A member of the High Council has murdered the overmaster and his men do battle on Ordulin's streets. No doubt Abelar has returned to Saerb to raise an army to challenge you and free his father. It appears to me that sitting idly while such things progress is to play more the fool than Endren or the council ever did.”

Mirabeta frowned, but Elyril could tell from her tone that she was intrigued.