Competitions (55 page)

“If you say so,” Tamrissa agreed with a sigh, sounding even more depressed than Rion himself felt. “But right now I’d like to ask—Rion, have
you
ever been here to the palace before?”

“Once or twice, many years ago,” Rion answered after the briefest hesitation. “Mother does happen to know some of the Blending, but exactly what the relationship is, I have no idea.”

And whatever it is, Rion thought, it wasn’t enough to keep someone from having
him
put in with a low class group of applicants. He’d done a lot of thinking during the hours just past, and he’d come to the inarguable conclusion that he could well lose Naran because of that fact. If he were still in his proper position he could hire people to search for her, as it was a virtual certainty that his peer equals involved in the competitions had
not
been cut off from their personal funds. But he
had
been, and the piddling few pieces of gold allowed him were all but useless.

Rion couldn’t yet see the palace from where he sat in the coach opposite Jovvi and Tamrissa, and was in no mood to turn around and look. The fact was that he would have stayed at the residence if that had been possible, partially in the hope that Naran would get in touch with him again. For the rest, he felt a great reluctance to be in a place where he just might run into someone he knew. His feelings of helplessness put him at a great disadvantage, but he would never again be the innocent fool he once was. If someone he knew came over to play the game of bait-the-victim, he’d probably cause a scene.

The ladies continued on with occasional comments, but happily none were directed at him. He’d volunteered to be the one to accompany them in their coach as he’d really had no stomach to keep up his corner of a conversation with the other men. He was there in case the other coach was somehow delayed, as having two ladies arrive at the palace unescorted was unthinkable. None of them had known that, of course, not having had experience with the palace before this. Protocols were incredibly inflexible, and the ladies would have been left standing on the approach despite their invitations if they had arrived unescorted.

Rion and the other men hadn’t told the ladies that, however, as there had been enough disturbance in everyone’s mind without that point. Where only a short while ago they had all been members of a closeknit group, now they’d somehow withdrawn into their individual selves. Jovvi, apparently the only one left with any sort of enthusiasm for continuing on, had somehow gotten them all to agree to try to reach members of the other groups. Rion had agreed as well and would keep his word to make the attempt, but it remained to be seen how successful it would be.

All too soon their coach pulled up to the near approach, so Rion got out and turned to help the ladies. Behind him the palace blazed with the multicolored light of a hundred lanterns, and others could be seen arriving in coaches and carriages. All of them were costumed and masked just as Rion and the others were, but not in the
same
costumes and masks. Jovvi had been quite correct to say that they’d been marked for some purpose, and that fact simply added to Rion’s depression.

The ladies held Rion’s arms as they all strolled up the approach toward the main entrance, Ro and Coll following right behind. Their coach hadn’t been delayed by anything after all, so the group would be able to enter
as
a group. Those who stood about the approach and on the verandah talking or waiting for friends stared at them, then began to exchange low-voiced, excited comments.

“Isn’t it nice that so many people are impressed by our arrival?” Jovvi murmured. “After a single look they know exactly who we are, and they’re
very
impressed. Now why would people like them be impressed by a group which has ‘won’ only a single, low-level competition?”

“Possibly because they know something that we supposedly don’t?” Tamrissa murmured in answer from Rion’s other side. “Like the fact that we’ll be competing in more than that single, low-level competition? Why do they know all about it while nothing has been said to
us
?”

“They’re all members of the nobility,” Rion supplied, knowing it for a fact. “Apparently word has spread about our status, so they may make a general announcement tonight. Or not, just as it pleases them.”

“I should mention that they’re also faintly afraid of us,” Jovvi said, much more soberly. “I wonder if they’ll be just as afraid of our noble counterparts.”

“Probably not,” Rion told her when Tamrissa failed to venture an opinion. “Our counterparts will be considered civilized human beings and known quantities, while we…”

“Are neither,” Jovvi finished with a nod when Rion let the sentence trail off. “Yes, I quite understand.”

Rion was certain she did, but not quite as thoroughly as he did himself. She hadn’t grown up among these people, or at least on the fringes of them while being taught the same values…

“Look who’s waiting for someone just inside the entrance,” Tamrissa said as they mounted the stairs to the verandah. “And without a mask, to be certain we recognize her.”

“Lady Eltrina Razas,” Jovvi supplied with distaste. “At least
she’s
delighted to see us. Not a trace of fear in the woman, unless it’s due to the possibility of someone showing up in the same costume. But that’s hardly likely, considering the number of roses outlined in sequins on her skirt and bodice. There couldn’t be enough roses left in the empire to
do
a second costume like that.”

Tamrissa giggled over the comment, and even Rion was forced to smile. He disliked Lady Eltrina even more than they did, although the disparaging comment about her costume would have been laughed at by the woman. She’d obviously spent a fortune having it made, and that would be all that concerned her.

“Yes, let that group through, they’re my people and expected,” Lady Eltrina was saying to the guardsmen on duty as they reached the huge, double-doored entrance. “I’ll take charge of them, and show them where to go.”

The head guardsman nodded and spoke softly to his men, so no properly engraved invitation was demanded of them. Those guests at the entrance before them stepped aside to allow them through, and Lady Eltrina gave them a wide, pleased smile.

“You’re right on time,” she told them approvingly. “Just follow me, and I’ll show you to the ballroom.”

She turned and moved off then, sailing along without turning back even once, and Jovvi murmured, “I wonder how she recognized us. We
are
wearing masks, after all. No, Rion, let’s
not
hurry after her.”

Rion discovered that he’d unconsciously begun to increase his pace to match Lady Eltrina’s, and was therefore glad that Jovvi had brought it to his attention. Hurrying in that woman’s wake was the last thing he wanted to do, even if it ruined Lady Eltrina’s good mood.
Especially
if it ruined her mood.

So they strolled up the central hall as though they really belonged there, with both Jovvi and Tamrissa looking around at the uninterrupted carvings on the marble walls twenty feet to either side of them. The ceiling was carved as well, Rion knew, but it was really too far above them to be easily seen at night. Jovvi looked at everything with only moderate interest, but Rion was amused to see that Tamrissa all but gaped. She was such an innocent child, to be impressed with her surroundings like this. She would certainly learn better eventually, but for now it was kinder to allow her the innocence.

Eltrina eventually discovered that they weren’t right behind her, and her annoyance was clear when they finally caught up. She’d stopped at the entrance to an enormous ballroom, which seemed nevertheless to be well filled with people. They could hear music playing and see that some people were dancing—at least until Eltrina blocked their view.

“Now isn’t the time to go sightseeing,” she lectured, looking at Jovvi and Tamrissa sternly. “I have to get you settled inside, as there are other things I must do. Please try to keep up this time.”

Once Eltrina turned away to continue on into the ballroom, Rion exchanged an amused glance with Jovvi. It had felt good to annoy the testing authority representative, but it proved impossible to repeat the performance. There were too many people standing about for Eltrina to resume her sailing stride, and in order to keep from following closely, they would have had to stop walking altogether.

Eltrina led them a good quarter of the way around the extremely large room, having moved to the right once they were all inside. They were only a couple of steps behind her when she stopped and turned to them again, at the same time gesturing to a nearby servant.

“I’m going to assign this servant to fetch whatever you may want in the way of refreshment,” she said, addressing all five of them. “You are
not
to move from this spot unless I return and tell you to, or the consequences will be much more serious than you can imagine. When the Blending decides it’s ready to have you introduced to them, they won’t be amused to get here to discover that you’ve wandered off. Do you all understand what I’m saying?”

“You may not think so, ma’am, but we
are
used to speakin’ and hearin’ the language,” Ro told her in a drawl. “But if you still doubt that, you could start lookin’ around for an interpreter.”

“An excellent suggestion, Dom Ro,” the woman returned immediately, a faint blush in her cheeks. “The only problem is, I’d never find one in this particular crowd. I’ll be back to check on you all in just a little while.”

With that she swept away, leaving a group of grimly satisfied people. Despite the masks, Rion could tell that the others had enjoyed Ro’s comments just as much as he had.

“This turns out to be a rather interesting place for her to have left us,” Coll commented in a voice too low to reach the servant who now hovered just a short distance away. “Am I mistaken, or are those people down there wearing almost the same costume we are? Their sequined parts are also silver, but the rest is yellow. And all the way beyond them—is that a group wearing silver and brown?”

“I think I also see silver and green all the way down near the far doors,” Ro put in, confirming Coll’s observations. “That makes four groups of us, so unless we just aren’t seein’ one, there’s a group missin’.”

“That could be the ‘business’ Eltrina talked about,” Jovvi murmured. “Meeting the last group of us to arrive. But that’s not the only interesting thing about our position. Has anyone yet glanced
across
the room?”

Rion did his glancing in the same casual way the others accomplished it, but he couldn’t hold back a faint sound of disgust.

“That group across the way is wearing
gold
and blue, and down a bit to the right is one in gold and yellow,” he said. “Apparently we’ve been positioned for the benefit of our noble counterparts.”

“I’m sure it’s nothin’ but an accident,” Ro said after making the same sound Rion had. “But isn’t this a little too obvious even for those fools at the testin’ authority? How are we supposed to miss seein’ that we’re here for them to look over?”

“Maybe the point will be that we’re supposed to look
them
over as well,” Jovvi suggested. “If we don’t take advantage of the opportunity it won’t be
their
fault, not when we ought to be bright enough to have figured it out for ourselves. So I don’t know about the rest of you, but if any of them come over here to ‘chat’ with us, I’m going to be doing some definite looking.”

Murmurs of agreement came in answer to her suggestion, but Rion wasn’t certain he cared to add his own. He detested the idea of being looked over as though he were a horse or a bolt of cloth about to be bought, which was undoubtedly the way those heavy-handed fools would manage it. Ah well, he’d already resigned himself to the probability of being a part of an unpleasant scene…

“I believe I’ll ask for a glass of wine,” Rion said to everyone in general. “Would any of the rest of you care for something?”

They all decided they did, so the hovering servant was summoned and given their drink orders. The man bowed and hurried away to fetch them, returning rather quickly with the drinks and a platter of fried cheese bits. The snack seemed rather cheap—until one tasted the breading on the outside and the seasoning within. The cheese bits had been prepared by a High artist of a chef, possibly a chef of one of the Five themselves.

Only a short while went by while they sipped their wine and devoured cheese bits, and then suddenly there were people joining them. The people only just happened to be wearing costumes of gold and blue, and they all seemed to be rather amused.

“I was told I would be impressed,” one of them, a woman, drawled as she looked around with obvious scorn. “‘They’re to be your opposite numbers,’ they said, ‘and you’ll find them formidable adversaries.’ So I checked your test results and now I’m over here looking at you, but somehow I’m
not
impressed. You lowborn fools won’t stand a chance against us.”

“Stand a chance against you in what?” Jovvi asked, really emphasizing her pose of wide-eyed innocence. “The only thing you’re clearly capable of is showing bad manners, but I think we’ll prove to be better even at that.”

“Watch how you speak to us, woman,” a man in gold and blue growled while his female groupmate gasped in insult. “If no one has ever taught you how to address your betters, it isn’t too late for you to be taught right now.”

“Oh, we already know all about that,” Ro put in at once, smiling at the man without the least sign of amusement. “And as soon as people better than us start showin’ up, we’ll be glad to demonstrate.”

“I
told
you it would be a waste of time to talk to these peasants,” another woman in their group announced huffily. “They have no idea how much weaker they are than us, and it was a mistake to think they’d be grateful if we told them we planned to be gentle. Now I don’t
want
to be gentle, even if they decide to give us no reason to hurt them during the competition.”

“But we did have to try, my dear,” the man said, sounding as though he scolded her mildly. “Those in our position have a certain duty, and it would have been dishonorable if we’d simply overwhelmed them. Now we’ll do as we must with a clear conscience, knowing they flatly refused our offer. Come, let’s return to where we belong.”