Keir inclined his head. “That’s an issue that must be dis-cussed. We’ll take up the body and return to the castle. The future of this land, and the Daughter of Xy must be resolved quickly to preserve our peace.”
My heart stopped.
I could feel the tension of the room decrease. Warren smiled, and the nobles seemed to relax, moving toward their horses. Anna was fussing, and Othur and Marcus seemed to be sizing each other up. The fears of my people had eased.
Only my fears had intensified.
Chapter 12
Keir moved swiftly, issuing orders that got everyone moving. Even as Epor and Isdra secured Xymund’s body, Keir had Warren sending messages into the city, to rouse the lords and members of the council from their beds and order them to the castle. The confusion of bodies in the tent was organized chaos, with everyone following orders. Some took instruction to guard the camp, others to go to the city with us.
Horses were brought to the tent entrance. To my frustration, I only had a moment with Keir before we left. He drew me close, and before I could ask any questions, he kissed me gently, then swept me into his arms. Outside, Lord Warren was mounted, and Keir placed me on the saddle before him. “You’ll keep her safe?”
Warren controlled the horse as it shifted under our weight. “With my life.”
Keir nodded once and moved to his own horse, calling for everyone to follow to the castle. Warren summoned his men, who surrounded us as a bodyguard. As we moved off behind Keir’s group, not even the sight of poor Anna trying to stay on her horse could ease my anxieties.
I shifted slightly in the saddle. “What happened at the castle?”
Warren spoke in my ear. “When I confronted him with my suspicions, Xymund went into a rage. I thought it was because there seemed to be a plot against you. But he raved, Lara. Like a man possessed.
” Warren sighed. “He wasn’t rational. He screamed that you had betrayed him, yet we knew that he had sold you for the peace. My expression must have given me away, for he immediately ordered me imprisoned.”
“Xymund didn’t sell me.” I explained what I had learned.
Warren grunted in surprise. “A consort? That bodes well.”
I pulled my cloak tighter around me. “He shouldn’t have killed him.”
I felt Warren shake his head. “No, Lara. Keir was right to act. Xymund was mad. I’d known that he was a coward, and an indecisive leader. But his actions made it clear that something wasn’t right.”
“The lords and the council may not—”
“The Warlord is an honorable man.” Warren’s voice was firm. “All will be well, Daughter of Xy.”
I didn’t answer him. Instead, I focused on the group of horsemen ahead of us. I caught a glimpse of a cloaked figure riding near Keir. I also saw Simus and Joden next to Keir, and some kind of discussion was going on, one that didn’t please Joden or Simus. All I could do was watch as we approached to the castle, my hands sweating and my heart in my throat.
In the courtyard, we dismounted, in a confusion of people and horses. Keir appeared with Othur. “
Warren, take her to the antechamber.” He turned and moved off before I could even open my mouth.
Warren hustled me into the castle, where we bumped into Heath, looking worse for wear with a cut on his forehead. “Heath!”
Heath turned, smiling to see me, and moved past the guards to catch me up in a hug. “Thank all the gods.
I’d thought for sure that the Warlord wouldn’t be in time.” Heath grimaced. “Xymund caught sight of me as we rescued the hostages and started screaming. He slipped past us in the confusion. The King’s insane, Lara, I swear to you, he’s—”
“He’s dead.” Warren spoke from behind us.
“Dead?” Heath sucked in a breath. “By whose hand?”
Warren took my shoulders firmly. “Join your parents, Heath. They’re headed to the throne room.”
Without ceremony, he moved me on, down the hall and into the antechamber.
With an odd feeling of having done all of this before, I waited before the fire in the antechamber, anxious for news, wondering what Keir was going to do. Warren waited with me, having placed his men at each door. Finally, Keir swept in, alone. “The people are assembled, and we are ready. Warren, take your place in the throne room.” Warren bowed, and left with his men. Keir moved closer to me, reaching out and taking me in his arms. He buried his head in my hair, and crushed me to his chest.
“What are you going to do?” I asked softly.
