I shook my head and said that I had not been concerned with such things. Cymru said:
“But you hesitate?”
“If it is the King’s wish that I stay, then of course I must.”
“No, Luke. It is for you to decide, freely.”
“Then with permission, sire, I will return with the embassy.”
“You are homesick for your own land? Our ways must be strange to you, but I thought you had grown more used to them.”
Snake scratched his neck with his two-pronged hand and I felt scarcely a twinge of nausea. I said:
“It is not that.”
“Then?”
“My brother may have need of me.”
“It is a good answer,” Cymru said. “The best you could give. But you will come back to us, will you not, Bayemot Slayer?”
“Without doubt.”
“Good!” He clapped my shoulder. “And we will trust our lands stay free of Bayemots till your return.”
I smiled. “And after also, sire, I hope.”
• • •
Blodwen said: “Luke, there is no need for you to come back here.”
I looked at her, unsure and uneasy and said, knowing the words stupid as I spoke them:
“I have promised, Cousin.”
Her expression was troubled, her fair brows frowning. I had seen little of her since the banquet. I thought she had been avoiding me and my feelings concerning this were mixed. There was disappointment, resentment, some relief, but much uncertainty in my mind. Now, walking down the stairs that led to the throne room, I had heard her call and stopped for her to catch up to me. We stood together halfway down, with no one in sight but three lads stripping the wall that faced the throne, and those too far away to hear our talk.
“The promise does not matter,” she said.
“To me it does.”
“Listen,” she said. “You did a great thing, and my father likes you. He offered you something, and how could you refuse? Or not promise to return and claim the gift? But no one has to accept a thing he may not want, even though a king gives it. And no one is required to keep a promise that stems from such as this.”
“I accepted the honor gladly, and promised freely. So I will keep my promise.”
She gave a small sigh that had exasperation in it.
“Luke, you do not help me! What I am trying to say . . . In your country, I know, things are different. Edmund has told me that your women commonly do as they are bid, and are married as their fathers command. We of the Wilsh have more freedom. The women share in men’s lives, and choose him they would take as husband. I am the King’s daughter, and bound by that, but I believe, as do all girls here, that people are people, not puppets to be dangled and twitched by those who hold the strings.”
I was uneasy still and puzzled. It was not the first time I had failed to follow the shifting quickness of her mind, but this was more important because she was more earnest.
I said: “Who is calling you a puppet?”
She put her beautiful head on one side and stared at me.
“I see I must speak more plainly. You said you gladly accepted an honor. But I am not an honor: I am Blodwen! And you will keep your promise to return? But I do not want you to return to claim your prize, because I am not a prize but a girl, with my own thoughts, my own feelings. I am not to be given away as a trophy even by my father. If I am not sought for myself I will not be sought at all.”
I said: “Anyone who sees you must seek you for himself. It has nothing to do with Bayemots or prizes.”
I spoke from the heart. She looked at me and, after a moment, nodded and slightly smiled.
“That is something, Cousin! I am not sure yet how much but it makes a start.”
She had lost me again, but I felt a softening and was grateful for it. I said:
“You were going to show me your pavilion across the river. Will you let me row you there?”
She smiled more fully. “Of course, Luke.”
We went down the stairs together. As we reached the bottom a thought struck me.
“We have talked of what I might seek, but what of you?” She raised her brows in question. “You also had no voice in what was said that night at the banquet. And you have said you would not be a puppet. Would you prefer it if I did not come back to Klan Gothlen?”
She stopped and stood before me, her blue eyes an inch or two below the level of my own.
“I have been wondering when you would come to that! It is better late than never.”
“But the answer?”
There was a space before she smiled, and said:
“What girl would not want you to come back—Luke of Winchester, Conqueror of the Bayemot?” She pointed to the three who were working. “Do you see what they are doing?”
“Stripping the wall.”
“In preparation for the great painting that is to cover it. Half a dozen of our finest artists, under the guidance of the great Gwulum himself, will work on it. It is to be called ‘Luke and the Bayemot,’ and even with six of them it will take a full two years to complete.”
She laughed and slipped her arm in mine, and I thought myself answered. As we went through the antechamber, she said:
“But I will be my own woman. Always. Remember that, Luke of Winchester.”
• • •
Cymru had wanted to load us with magnificent gifts, far surpassing those we had brought him in my brother’s name. We had resisted this, pointing out that we were no trading caravan but a troop of warriors, and could not travel heavily burdened. So the things he gave us were small but costly. A dagger, pretty to look at and heavily jeweled but of no practical value; a chess set with elaborately decorated pieces in gold and silver; a book telling the story of the line of Cymru, its cover pearl and ivory and its pages full of finely detailed paintings in brilliant colors—these and many more.
The royal guard which had received us provided escort for the first part of our journey. I noticed that the men wore ordinary boots, not the pointed ones with silver tips, and left their plumed helmets behind. They rode well, moreover, and with discipline. At a place where two roads crossed they halted, forming lines for us to ride between. As we did they cheered us, uttering a wild cry in the ancient language of theirs which they still kept in part. We cheered them in return, and rode on. It was wooded country and they were soon lost to view.
I was sorry to be going away from Blodwen but I traveled with a light heart. I had learned to like the Wilsh better than I had thought I would, and been amazed by the beauty of their city, but Winchester was my home. Each mile brought nearer the moment when I would see the high walls with the pennants fluttering above them, and hear my horse’s hoofs clatter on the stones of the High Street as we rode up the hill toward the palace—not so splendid as King Cymru’s but more dear.
During our stay in Klan Gothlen I had not seen much of Greene and his attitude toward me at first was strained and distant. I won him round by at once making it clear that, whatever the situation had been there, here I accepted him as commander of the troop with myself as his very junior lieutenant. He was amiable at heart and if there had been rancor it did not last.
We rode and bivouacked and slept, and rode again. Four days passed with little of note. Once a party of blue-painted savages, like those we had encountered on the journey north, hurled insults at us from a distant ridge; but made no attempt to come to closer quarters. From villages we bought food to supplement our rations. In one there was a breed of polyhens bigger than turkeys, some so gross that they could not walk and had to have grain brought to them to peck. Their eggs were more than four inches in length. I was amused that Greene showed no scruple about buying them, and the fowls also, for roasting that night for supper.
In the middle of the fourth day we made a halt at a village which had been deserted. There was no way of telling why because there was no sign of life or death, only rotting huts that steamed in sun following rain.