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Authors: Gail Z. Martin

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There’s one there for each week. Only they never got further than Crevan’s office.”

Paiva lifted the other stack. “These are the queen’s letters—but they never got put in the packets that went to the king. I found them in a false bottom beneath the trunk he keeps in his office.” She looked rather proud of herself. “Still have the touch,” she said, dusting off her hands as she returned the unopened letters to Carroway.

“Want to bet Crevan didn’t want the king to know what’s really going on here—the attacks on Kiara, locking up you and Mikhail and Bian? Zachar and Malae dead. Kiara would have mentioned all of that and Crevan couldn’t take the chance,” Bandele added.

Carroway nodded slowly. “I can see that. But what of Tris’s letters for Kiara?”

Bandele met his eyes. “What better way to make her feel completely alone than to make her think her new husband can’t be bothered to write to her? Besides, Crevan couldn’t take the chance that Tris might say something in one of his own letters that made it clear he wasn’t getting Kiara’s letters.”

“That’s not all,” Paiva said smugly. “I found something else in Crevan’s desk.” She reached into her pocket to withdraw a small item wrapped in rags. An oddly-shaped metal implement spilled out onto the table. It had two sharpened conical points attached to a ring big enough to fit over a man’s two fingers.

“What’s that?” Carroway said, reaching out to touch it before Paiva smacked his hand clear.

“Watch out! They’re sharp. Take another look at them.” She picked up a stale roll from the table and slipped the metal ring over her two fingers, then stabbed the points into the roll.

“Look like anything to you?”

Carroway swallowed hard. “Puncture marks. Like a
vayash moru
might leave in a victim’s neck.”

Paiva nodded. “Mikhail said the marks didn’t look right. But at first glance, if the shape and spacing was about right, who’s going to look harder? People see what they want to see.”

Her face darkened. “There was one other thing, but I couldn’t bring it. I found it in a locked box in Crevan’s drawer. Managed to get the lock opened, but even I could tell the thing inside had some kind of curse on it, and I’ve got no magic in my bones at all. I’m not scared of much, but you couldn’t have paid me enough gold to set my hand on that awful thing!”

“What was it?”

“A dagger, the likes of which I’ve never seen. Had a handle made from what looked like human bone. But it was the blade that caught my eye. The steel had lines in it, wavy and folded, as if someone had made a design in it. The lines seemed to blur and move when I looked hard at them, and I could swear when I listened closely, I could hear voices in the distance.” She shivered. “I couldn’t tell what they were saying, and I didn’t want to know. I was scared to death. Never put anything back where I found it so quickly in all my life.”

Carroway walked across the room to pull down a book from the shelf near his bed. He flipped through the yellowed pages until he came to the drawing he sought. “Did it look like this?” he asked, pointing.

Paiva nodded. “That’s it. Good as its twin, it is.”

Carroway’s hands were shaking as he set the book aside. “Was Crevan still at Shekerishet when you left?”

Paiva and Bandele exchanged puzzled glances. “Yes, but he was just getting ready to leave. He was going up to the hunting lodge to take the feast night dinner to the queen.”

Carroway gave a low groan and they looked at him in alarm.

“He’s going to use that dagger to kill Kiara tonight. The evil you sensed from the blade must be blood magic.” Glancing nervously toward the door, Carroway read them the passage from the book in a low tone. Bandele covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her exclamation.

“What can we do? Halik and Tadghe haven’t returned yet with Harrtuck. No one will believe us—and that goes double for you,” Paiva said, gripping Carroway’s arm.

Carroway shut the book and set it aside. “I’ve got to stop him.”

“You can’t! You go anywhere near the queen and the guards have orders to kill you on sight,” Bandele whispered.

“There’s no one else to do it. How can I stay here, knowing what’s going to happen? That would be a true betrayal.” He shook his head. “If Crevan hasn’t left yet, I just might make it in time to warn Kiara and Macaria before he arrives. I might be able to slip past the guards so that no one sees me except Kiara. If they’re warned they can defend themselves. I can be safely back here before anyone knows I’m gone.”

Bandele cleared her throat. “Nice plan, except for the guards at the door. They’re friendly enough, but I doubt they’ll let you out of here, even with a story like that one.”

“Then again…” They turned to look at Paiva, who had a guilty expression on her face. She reached beneath her cloak into her bodice, drawing a small vial of indigo liquid from between her

breasts. “It’s sleeping potion. I got it from the hedge witch when I was asking around about the herbs we found in the kitchen. Thought it might be handy to have on hand, just in case.”

“Just in case of a jail break?” Bandele hissed.

Paiva unwrapped the food in the basket she had brought from the palace. Inside was a warm meat pasty, fresh pastries with cheese and a bottle of aged Cartelasian brandy.

“Nicked the bottle on the way out of the kitchen. Figured the guards might have some good food from the inn given the feast night, but no one pours a brandy like this for the help.”

“Did you have anything in mind after you put the guards to sleep?” Bandele asked with an edge to her voice.

“I figured Carroway could improvise something.”

Carroway grinned at Paiva’s audacity. “All right. Here goes. I tie the two of you up, so that if this goes wrong you can say I overpowered you. Then I take Bandele’s cloak—she’s tall enough that it should cover most of me. With the feast crowd, no one should give me a second look if I hunch over and keep the hood up. I’ll slip down the back stairs and steal a horse. I should be at the lodge within a candlemark.”

Bandele looked appalled. “They hang horse thieves in Margolan, you know.”

Carroway fixed her with a sideways glare. “If I get caught, I’ll have an arrow through my chest or a knife in my back. Hanging’s the least of my worries.” He fetched two mugs for Paiva and watched as she poured a liberal draught into each one and then emptied half of the vial into the cups in turn.

She gave each a swirl and looked up with a guileless smile. “Shall we give the boys their feast day treat?”

Carroway and Bandele hung well back from the door as Paiva fixed a plate for the guards to go with the brandy. She tugged at her dress to make the bodice scandalously revealing, flirting coyly with the guards as she teased and joked before giving them their drugged repast. She closed the door and leaned against it, all coquettishness gone from her manner.

Paiva put a finger to her lips and kept her ear to the door. Before long, there were two heavy thuds from the other side.

“You’re dangerous,” Bandele said, only partially joking. She stripped off her heavy woolen cloak as Carroway looked around the room for a belt and a sash to tie them with. He dug into the trunk that held his things to find the daggers that were hidden in the lining, and slipped them into

his belt. Within a few minutes, he had bound and loosely gagged both of his friends and wrapped himself in Bandele’s cloak.

“Hurry,” Paiva said, her voice muffled through the cloth. “Get out of here before the innkeeper decides to bring up your supper.”

“Wish me luck,” Carroway whispered with more certainty than he felt as he slipped from the room, locking the door behind him.

“That’s the sixth hand of
tarle
you’ve won tonight!” Macaria exclaimed. Kiara set her cards down triumphantly. “Honestly, if you weren’t queen you could earn a living as a card sharp!”

Kiara, Macaria and Cerise sat around a low table near the fire in the great room of Bricen’s hunting lodge. Compared with Shekerishet, the room was closer to the size of a parlor, sufficient for a hunting party to feast on the spoils of their hunt. Kiara grinned at Macaria.

“I spent a large part of the winter cooped up in a library in Principality last year,” she said.

“While Tris trained, all the rest of us had was salle practice and card games to pass the time.” She laughed. “And if you think I play a bloodthirsty game of cards, don’t ever make a bet with Berwyn of Principality. She actually beat Jonmarc a few times.”

When the laughter subsided, Macaria stretched and sniffed the air. “I don’t know what Alle has the cook making for dinner, but it smells wonderful.” As if on cue, the mastiff that sprawled at Macaria’s feet stretched and stood, wagging its tail. He padded to the door, and the two wolfhounds followed him, heading in the direction of the kitchen. On the hearth, Jae lifted his head and looked around, then curled back up and went to sleep.

Kiara sighed. “Candles Night was a minor holiday in Isencroft, but it was still an excuse for jousting and bonfires.”

“Name one holiday in Isencroft that
isn’t
an excuse for jousting and bonfires,” Cerise replied drolly. “Now that I’ve heard more about how the other kingdoms celebrate, I’ve started to think that Isencroft is ever-so-slightly less than creative.”

“You’re probably right. Between the jousts and the legends of the warriors of yore, we do seem a bit focused on things military.”

“Really? Hadn’t noticed,” Cerise deadpanned.

“On the other hand,” Kiara said, enjoying the harmless sparring, “I haven’t seen quite so good a joust since I left Isencroft. Maybe all that practice makes perfect.”

“I don’t miss freezing my rump off watching grown men beat at each other with sticks,”

Cerise rejoined. “But I’ve been hungry for the mincemeat pie and for Cook’s mutton roasted in ale since the snow began to fall.”

Kiara leaned back in her chair. “If I’m going to have mutton, I like the little balls Cook made with dates and cloves and currants in them. It covered up the mutton taste!”

Outside, the bells in the distance chimed the eighth hour. “I thought Crevan said he’d be out with some of the palace goodies,” Macaria said. She stood and moved away from the fire, walking to the window and pulling back the heavy draperies. “He’s quite late. I thought he’d ride out before nightfall.”

Kiara shrugged. “He probably got detained taking care of one issue or another. Honestly, with the feast going on, I’m surprised he planned to come at all.”

Just then, Alle came to the door with a pleased expression on her face. “Ladies,” she said with a flourish, “dinner is served.”

Alle joined them and they took their places at the table as the cook and her assistant began to bring out the food. A platter of crispels in honey and pokerounce with a thick spread of dates was served with mugs of warm watered wine, followed by an almond egg custard and spicy stuffed eggs. Two steaming crocks followed, one of peas porridge and the other of stewed cabbage and onions. Finally, the cook presented a platter of roasted lamb seasoned with wine and currants and Kiara and the others gave a round of applause. When the cook reappeared a few moments later with ramekins of warm almond rice milk with cinnamon and fig pies basted in spiced honey, Kiara and the others exchanged glances at the bounty.

“A magnificent groaning board!” Kiara pronounced, and the cook beamed at the praise. “But surely, you didn’t expect four women to eat all this?”

“You’re eating for the young prince as well, m’lady,” the cook said with a glance to Kiara’s belly.

“Fair enough,” she laughed. “But there’s only one in there, not a hungry legion! You’ve done yourself proud. I promise there will be more than enough for you and the guards to feast as well.”

“Thank you, m’lady,” the cook said, smiling broadly at the praise. “Now please, enjoy while it’s hot. There’ll be a round of wassail to drink with the desserts.”

Alle and Macaria made certain that Kiara’s plate was heaping full. They laughed and talked, remarking on the ingenuity of the cook to put so fine a meal together without the resources of the full castle kitchen.

Finally, when they could eat no more, Kiara pushed back from the table. “Goddess true! I feel like I should spend the next week in the salle working off a dinner like this one. I’ll need a stouter horse to carry me back to Shekerishet if you feed me like this too often!”

Alle chuckled and set aside her napkin. “I’ll give the cook your regards,” she said, rising.

“And if Jae wants to come with me, I dare say the cook will have some leavings for him—

that’s where those greedy dogs are, I wager.” She reached for Jae and the little gyregon flapped his leathery wings once, then settled down and let her gently pick him up. “Let me go check on something.” Alle grinned. “I asked Cook to make one of my favorites—little cakes with a charm inside for good luck. I brought the charms with me from Aunt Eadoin’s.

It’s said that you may know your fortune for the month by the charm in your cake.” She excused herself and went toward the kitchen, which was in a separate building just outside the main lodge.

“This may be the best time to get some herbs from the cellar,” Cerise said, standing. “If I wait much longer, I’ll be too full to move and as wonderful as this feast was, I’d rather not find my way to the bottom of those steps in the dead of night if your stomach decides to disagree with you!”

Kiara and Macaria sat in silence, staring at the ample food that remained on the table. “I was just thinking of how many nights we ate salt pork and hard biscuits on the road outrunning Jared’s troops,” Kiara said, shifting in her chair to find a more comfortable position. “I don’t think I’ll ever take a meal like this for granted again after that.”

Macaria laughed. “When we minstrels fled the palace, we played for our supper in taverns far enough from the palace to avoid the king’s eye. Many a night the meat didn’t bear too close a look, and you didn’t want to scrape away the sauce to see what was underneath.

Those times make a good tale, but they weren’t something I’d like to repeat.”

Outside, Tris’s dogs began barking loudly. Kiara moved to the window. “Funny,” she said. “I don’t see anything out there.”

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