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The cat sniffed. You’re afine one to talk.
She grinned. “If I don’t know obstinacy when I see it, who does?”
At the crest of the hills between seaport and capital, Buri drew up her pony. “Mountain gods,” she whispered, her black eyes huge with awe. The others stopped beside her.
Corus lay on the southern bank of the Oloron River, towers glinting in the sun. The homes of wealthy men lined the river to the north; tanners, smiths, wainwrights, carpenters, and the poor clustered on the bank to the south. The city was a richly colored tapestry: the Great Gate on Kingsbridge, the maze of the Lower City, the marketplace, the tall houses in the Merchants’ and the Gentry’s quarters, the gardens of the Temple district, the palace. This last was the city’s crown and southern border. Beyond it, the royal forest stretched for leagues. It was not as lovely as Berat nor as colorful as Udayapur, but it was Alanna’s place.
“Glad to be home?” George asked.
“Yes.”
He reached to wipe a tear from her cheek. “It’s been that long a journey, has it?” he whispered.
Alanna met his eyes. In their hazel depths she saw a degree of love that frightened her as it warmed her.
Inside the City Gate waited a small company of Bazhir, Hakim Fahrar at its head. They bowed to Alanna from their saddles. She bowed in reply. Hakim fell in with Coram; the others formed a loose circle around the travelers.
“Is this necessary?” Alanna asked. “We wanted to be inconspicuous.” She and Thayet exchanged rueful glances.
“It is,” George said. “You wouldn’t’ve been able to do it, anyway—not with yon big, brawny lad amongst you.” He nodded toward Liam, who talked with a Bazhir rider. “Things’ve changed somewhat, and all Corus knows you’re Jonathan’s knight. You’d do worse than ride with a guard.”
The gate at House Olau was open. The hostlers greeted Alanna cheerfully, showing no surprise at the size of her party. It was Thayet who hesitated, a worried frown on her face. “Buri and I should find an inn somewhere,” she pointed out. “If you can direct us—”
“I know one,” Liam said. “We can stay together—”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Alanna interrupted. “Why should we split up?”
“He’s expectin’ you,” George told them.
“Oh?” commented Thayet. “Where’d he learn about Buri and Liam and me?”
“The Voice?” Alanna asked Coram.
The burly man chuckled. “Ye have to admit, Lioness, the Voice is a useful man.” Turning to the others, he explained, “I’ve been in contact with the Voice of the Tribes since we entered Marenite waters. We’re expected, all of us.”
“You’ll hurt Myles’s feelin’s if you go elsewhere,” George said. “He’s that hospitable. He puts up my mother and cousin also. The man shouldn’t be a bachelor, not with a fine, big house like this.”
Thayet smiled ruefully. “If you’re certain...”
George bowed. “I can’t lie to a pretty lady.”
Alanna dismounted, giving her reins to a hostler. Faithful leaped down to vanish into the shadows as Eleni Cooper and Rispah came out to the courtyard. Alanna rushed to hug them, trying not to cry anymore. How could she have forgotten what being home was like? She introduced Thayet, Buri, and Liam. She didn’t know what George’s mother and cousin were doing in Myles’s home, but she was glad to see them.
Glancing to her left, in the shadows she saw Coram taking Rispah in his arms. Smiling, she looked away.
George nudged Alanna, pointing to the wide-open front door. “Go say hello to him. He’s been up since dawn.”
Alanna ran to Myles and hugged him. Neither of them required words, which was just as well, since both were unable to speak. Myles wept unashamedly, soaking his beard as he beamed at her with delight. He too looked older and worn, with bits of grey in his hair. He doesn’t think Roger isn’t dangerous, Alanna realized. She had to find out what was going on.
“Come in, come in,” Myles told the others. “Welcome, all of you!”
After dinner they gathered in the library. The others talked, but for the most part Alanna listened, happy to be there. Grim subjects and the Jewel were left for the next day. Thayet, Buri and Liam were never given a chance to feel left out; once they were introduced to Myles, the knight made them welcome. Thayet’s offer to find somewhere else to stay was brushed off by their host, as Alanna had known it would be. Coram stayed close to Rispah, and Alanna realized with a twinge of sadness that his days as her mentor-companion were done. It surprised and delighted her to see Myles take Eleni’s hand; George saw her looking and winked. Later she accused him of matchmaking, and he made no attempt to deny it.
Finally Alanna dozed off in her chair, waking slightly as Liam carried her to bed. Kissing her forehead, he whispered, “Sleep well, Lioness.”
“I don’t like being ’Lioness’ to you.” He didn’t seem to hear. Gently Liam closed the door, and she slept again.
She woke instantly some time later. What had roused her? She listened, but the house was silent. Looking around, she saw a blot of brownish light by the window. Lightning hung nearby; she lunged and unsheathed it as the blot gained size and substance.
“Put that thing down,” a familiar voice snapped. “I haven’t hurt you.”
“Thom?”
Even before he finished materializing, he glowed enough for her to see his features. Crossing his arms on his chest, he lifted an eyebrow. “Don’t you have any nightshirts?” Liam had removed only her boots and stockings.
Alanna jumped up and grabbed her twin, holding him tightly. Thom’s embrace was as hard as her own. He buried his too-hot face in her shoulder.
“Thom, what’s wrong? D’you have a fever?” Her voice faltered. “You’re.. .glowing...”
He gripped her shoulders. “Calm down! The heat’s part of it, so just—calm down.” He touched the crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes, traced the hard line of a cheekbone, smoothed over the thin crease that edged her mouth. He too had lines that weren’t his before, and he was even thinner than she. He looked tired—mortally tired. On impulse she touched the emberstone at her throat.
With the talisman’s aid she saw that Thom shone with a rust-red fire, the color of old blood. “How do I look?” he whispered, knowing the ember’s properties.
She tried to smile. “You don’t want to know.” Swallowing, she added, “It’s as if you have another Gift, or your own is—”
“Corrupted,” Thom finished. “Enough. We’ll trade stories later. You look half dead.” He smoothed her hair with a shaking hand. “I just wanted to look at you, and see if...if you forgive me.”
“There’s nothing to forgive,” she insisted. “You did me a favor. Now I can talk with him. I can see for myself if I made a mistake when I—you know. If he could’ve redeemed himself, somehow.”
“Nice try,” he scoffed in his old way. “I think you could’ve lived with it if he’d stayed in his tomb.”
“But it’s true,” she protested.
“Go back to bed, all right?” He began to fade. “Get some rest.” He vanished.
She stared at the spot where he’d been. Did anyone else know Thom was dying? Couldn’t they have warned her? But what was there to warn about—besides the fact that he glowed in the dark?
Her eyes blurred; she sniffed. Was Myles still up? Slipping barefoot out of her room, Alanna made for the library, Myles’s favorite room. The library door was open. She froze on the landing, not wanting to intrude on any private reunions.
“I couldn’t get away sooner.” The deep voice was Jonathan’s. “We don’t have parties because we’re in mourning, but these ’quiet get-togethers’ take hours, all the same.”
“You should’ve waited.” Alanna recognized George’s lilt. “She fell asleep in her chair, poor thing. She’s weary. They all are.”
“And there’s little rest for my lady knight here,” Jonathan sighed.
“Does he know she’s back??
?
“He knows. I just don’t—what?”
George came out and bowed to Alanna, indicating she should go into the library. Pushing her inside, he closed the door, leaving her alone with Jon.
He stood before the hearth, cradling Faithful. She’d forgotten he was a head taller than she. His black clothes emphasized his sapphire eyes; his mustache and hair were darker than his velvet tunic. She looked at his elegantly carved mouth and straight nose, thinking, Jon’s still the most handsome man I’ve ever seen—and that includes Roger! He’d changed since their angry parting; his face had stubborn lines, and there was a seriousness about him she liked.
Deeply moved, she knelt and bowed her head. “My liege. I am yours to command.”
He put his hands on her hair. “You’re sure, Alanna?”
She met his eyes. “Until death and after, Jonathan.”
He swallowed. “I accept your fealty, Sir Alanna. I accept, and I vow to return fealty with fealty, honor with honor, until death and beyond it.” Lifting her to her feet, he kissed each cheek. The kingliness faded. “You don’t know what it means to have you home.” His eyes filled suddenly. “He killed himself, Alanna. He made it look like a hunting accident, but it wasn’t. Oh, gods! Why did I have to lose both of them?” He covered his face with his hands and cried. Alanna held him, shushing him and weeping herself.
