Cast In Courtlight (13 page)

“Names have power.”

He laughed again. Leaves fell; breeze moved the branches high above them, changing the shape and texture of the shadows that dappled her feet. “You do not understand what a name is, Kaylin.”

“I know,” she whispered. And then, before she let hesitance rob her of all voice, she whispered another word. The sky shattered.

She sat on a bed, her hands cupping the cheeks of a pale, beautiful face. Her own face was warm and wet. The room was dark beyond the fall of curtains; dark and lifeless. Where trees had stood, there were walls, and stone; there was marble along the floor, and the trickle of water beyond her shoulder.

And behind her, breath, stillness: Severn. His arm still locked around her waist, he whispered her name. Over and again, as if he had done nothing else since she had approached the Lord of the West March.

“I’m here,” she told him, her voice cracking.

Her name died into stillness. She lifted her hands, or started to.

The Lord of the West March caught them in his own, moving so suddenly, so unexpectedly, she almost cried out. His eyes snapped open, and unblinking, he stared at her face.
Her
face, which was so square and dark and imperfect.

Before she could move, he let go of one hand, reached out, and pushed her sleeve up, past her wrist. There, exposed for just a moment, were the marks of the Old Ones, black against white.

He let the sleeve fall. “You do not know who you are,” he told her quietly, and pushed her hands aside. The flowers that had been placed in his hands were now bruised, but their fragrance filled the room as he rose.

“Anteela,” he said.

Teela offered him a
perfect
bow. “Lord,” she replied.

“Where are my men?”

“They have been much occupied.”

His eyes passed over the room. If he noticed the body that lay across the floor, it didn’t seem to be worthy of comment.

“My father?”

“He holds his Council,” she replied. Her voice was like smooth steel. Her eyes were blue. “But I believe that he waits upon you.”

“Does he?”

She said nothing. Nothing at all.

“I will require my men,” he told her at last. His voice was colder, as well.

Kaylin withdrew; felt Severn’s chest against her back. She didn’t move away. Didn’t even want to. He was the only warmth in the room, and she felt like a moth must when drawn to the fire.

“You brought the mortal?”

“She is my
kyuthe
. She offered her aid, and I accepted it on your behalf. If I have displeased you, I will bear the burden of that displeasure.” She set the pike against the wall.

“I have not existed for so long that living is unpleasant to me,” he replied gravely. “But she is marked by the outcaste, and I do not feel that the Court is safe for her at this time. See her out.”

Teela bowed again.

“Kaylin Neya,” he said as Severn moved her toward Teela and the possibility of freedom, “do you
know
what the word
kyuthe
means?”

“It’s High Barrani,” Kaylin said. Which wasn’t exactly a lie.

He raised a brow, and looked at Teela. “How much have you explained?”

Teela did not reply.

He turned to Kaylin, and the hint of a smile touched his lips. It did not, however, touch his eyes. They had darkened. “You cannot lie to me,” he said softly. “Not there, and not here. My cousin has called you
kyuthe
.”

“Kaylin – ” Teela began.

But the Lord of the West March raised an imperious hand, and Teela, raising her chin slightly, fell silent. The type of silence that precedes thunder.

“What you saw, you will not speak of, and live.” Kaylin nodded; Severn tensed. “But what you saw, you changed. I will not ask you how. It is not relevant.
Kyuthe
means, in Elantran, ‘blood of my blood.’” He waited, and when Kaylin’s confusion became obvious, he frowned. “I have spent much time in the West,” he said at last, “and little of it in the company of mortals. You cannot be kin, you are not Barrani. But Kaylin, what you planted was an offering, and nothing will unmake it.”

“What Teela called you in haste, you are in truth – but you are mine.
Kyuthe
.” He was silent for a moment.

It was Teela who spoke, and heavily. “It means,” she said, speaking in Elantran, “that you are, by choice – by all that choice implies – my clan. Blood of my blood is not accurate, although it is close. You are the blood of my choice, the family I
would
choose, if choice was given.”

“It is more than that,” the Lord of the West March said. And he, too, spoke in Elantran. “It is a choice that
you
have made, Kaylin.”

“But I – ”

“And among the Barrani, ignorance excuses
nothing
.” He stood then. Turning to the men that Teela had called hers, he said, “You will summon the Warden. Now.”

They nodded. And left.

“Ask your Lord,” he told Kaylin quietly. “He will not be pleased, but he may be able to explain it in a fashion that you will understand.”

Kaylin nodded.

Teela said, “He means Nightshade, not the Hawklord.” She turned to her cousin and added, “That was unwise.”

“They are yours. If you cannot control them, kill them.”

“It is not of them that I speak. There is magic in the air, the like of which I have not seen since – ” She looked at Kaylin and fell silent.

The Lord of the West March nodded. “It will not help,” he added. “We will meet again, Kaylin Neya. But I have much to do now. Leave this building, and leave it in haste. Anteela will summon a – ”

“We’ll walk,” Kaylin said quickly.

And the Barrani High Lord laughed. It was a sound that reminded her of the forest that lay at his heart.

“You
do
know my cousin,” he said.

“You drive like a maniac. What else was I supposed to say?” Teela, her hand upon Kaylin’s arm, hurried her through halls that looked familiar. “Precisely nothing.”

“Severn, back me up here.”

“I prefer wisdom, myself.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’ll hurt
him
,” Teela snapped. “What did I tell you?”

“To – ”

“To say
nothing
. What do you think nothing means?”

“I only said we’d walk – ”

“He called you
kyuthe
. He called you
kyuthe
in front of witnesses.”

“Does it show?” She lifted a hand to her cheek in sudden panic.

“What do you mean, does it – oh. No, he did not mark you in any way. To do so would probably kill you.”

“So then it’s just a damn
word
, right? Who cares if he called me
kyuthe?
So did you.”

“I could not bring you here and call you anything less.”

“But he – ”

“He’s the Lord of the West March, Kaylin!”

Kaylin frowned. “You don’t like him?”

“He’s a
Barrani High Lord
. What does like’ have to do with anything?”

“But – but you brought me to save his life, didn’t you?”

Teela turned to Severn. “I’m having trouble remembering why I haven’t strangled her yet.”

Severn shrugged. “I have that problem myself some days. At the moment, though, the only betting pool in the office seems to be on the Sergeant.”

“Ha-ha.” Kaylin said with a distinct lack of cheer. And then, because she was a fiefling, “What odds?” He cuffed the top of her head.

The halls of stone and weapons were gone; the heights and the vast open spaces of the rest of the building opened up before them. Kaylin could breathe here. Very, very carefully. She was so damn tired.

“Teela,” Severn said quietly.

Teela paused. Which meant that she slowed enough that Kaylin wasn’t tripping over her own feet in a futile attempt to keep up. The Barrani Hawk snorted, and grimacing, she swept Kaylin off her feet and picked up the pace again. “I have your back,” Severn said quietly.

“You’d better.” Teela’s voice was almost a perfect imitation of a Leontine’s. “I don’t want to see either of you at Court again. I don’t want to see you in the High Halls. I
do not
want to see you in the company of
any
Barrani who doesn’t wear the Hawk. Kaylin, are you listening to me?”

“Severn is,” Kaylin murmured. She closed her eyes, but not on purpose; her lids were really heavy.

“Teela,” Severn said in the comfortable darkness, “why did you summon Kaylin? The Barrani are famed for their magic. Was there not a healer among them – ”

“No,” Kaylin said without opening her eyes. “Not a single one.”

Teela’s arms stiffened. “How do you know this?”

Kaylin’s shrug was almost Barrani; it said nothing, and meant that there would be an awful lot of nothing.”The Emperor – ”

“Not there either. Let it go, Severn.”

“He has
three
healers.”

“They are seconded to the service of the Emperor,” Teela said coldly. “And in the interest of not starting a third Barrani-Dragon war, the less said about that the better.”

“They’re all human, though” Kaylin began. And then a thought occurred to her. “Third?”

“Kaylin, take history again, and this time,
try
to pay attention.”

She felt breeze and sunlight on her face, and made an effort to open her eyes. It was an utter failure.

“Who tried to kill him, Teela?” She asked.

“He’s a Barrani High Lord,” Teela replied coldly.

“That means,” Severn added, “anyone. Or everyone.”

“I think he’d make a decent Hawk.”

“Keep that opinion to yourself.” Teela’s voice softened. “You did well,” she told Kaylin. Her fingers brushed strands of hair from Kaylin’s face. “I will not ask you what you did, or how. I will not ask you what you saw. Because if you speak of it, he will kill you. I believe he would regret it, if that’s any consolation.”

“Not much.”

“Here. Corporal. You take her. You can even drive her back to the Halls of Law. But I warn you now – ”

Severn said something that made Kaylin’s eyes snap open. “Lord Evarrim, incoming.”

The red Arcanist’s robes were like fire – moving, living fire. Kaylin thought it a wonder that a scorched path didn’t trail in his wake, and thought further that she understood – for just a second – what the
shape
of flame was. Sanabalis would be pleased.

Of course, picking up Evarrim and lighting a candle with him would probably get her killed.

His guards numbered four. She thought they were the same guards that had gathered around him earlier in the day, but she was tired enough that she could no longer differentiate; the Barrani looked, to her eyes, the same.

Except for Evarrim. He had donned a tiara, with a ruby the size of a child’s fist in its center. His hair lay beneath the fine circlet, and his lips were the color of his skin. It was very seldom that this much expression marred Barrani features.

And Kaylin would have been happier not to have witnessed it. The Barrani were famed for their intense dislike of weakness, and they often did away with the witnesses on general principle.

Teela took up position in front of Severn and Kaylin, and Severn – with reluctance – set Kaylin down. “Can you stand?” he whispered.

“Yes.” It was mostly true. She kind of listed, and had to hope no strong breeze would happen along to topple her.

“Anteela,” Lord Evarrim said as he approached. His expression had lost some of its stretched thinness. His eyes, however, were a very dark blue. Almost, but not quite black.

“Lord Evarrim,” Teela replied, her voice like a cold snap. One that killed plants overnight. “I have resumed my position at Court. Formality is requested.”

“Very well, Lord Anteela. I am fond of you. You must forgive my familiarity. I assure you, no insult was meant by it.”

“And I assure you, Lord Evarrim, that none has been taken. You are early for the Council session.”

He stilled. “The Council was suspended for three days.”

“Ah, my apologies. The Lord of the West March has been most insistent.”

“The Lord of the West March, Lord Anteela?”

“Even so.”

“I had heard rumors – ”

“The High Court is always home to rumor, Lord Evarrim. Some even concern the Arcanum, and I am certain that you would be the first to decry them. In this case, rumor is unfounded, but it was spread quickly, and its ramifications have yet to be felt.

“I am pleased to see you,” she added, her eyes blue-green. She was amused. And angry. “I have no doubt the Lord of the High Court will look favorably upon your presence.”

Lord Evarrim was silent for a few minutes.

He was even silent when his gaze engaged Kaylin’s. The look reminded Kaylin that engagement had more to do with military actions, in Lord Evarrim’s presence, than any sort of romantic fulfillment.

“Why is this mortal standing before the High Halls?” He spoke in a tone of voice that would have been more suited to asking about the composition of the slime clinging to the undersides of his boots. Except, of course, being Barrani, there never was any. At least not on the boots.

“She is an officer of the Law,” Teela replied with a shrug. “And, as you are no doubt aware, I have pledged my service to the Lord she also serves. She is not conversant with the ways of the High Court.”

“She could not be, she is mortal.”

“Indeed. And because she is of inconsequential rank in the service of Lord Grammayre, she was unaware that I had taken a leave of absence for the High Festival. She merely sought to deliver a message.”

“It is death to walk these halls,” Lord Evarrim said to Kaylin.

“She will not walk them,” Teela replied. Kaylin had remembered Teela’s command, and kept her mouth shut. It was difficult. Although Lord Evarrim did not, in fact, wear a smug or superior smile, the effect of his words implied such, and she wanted to wipe it clean.

But she was also attached to living.

“You may go,” Lord Evarrim told Kaylin.

Severn’s hand was suddenly attached to the small of her back. She forced herself to smile, and nodded. He led the way to the stables in which the carriage had been housed.

“He knows,” Severn said quietly.