“I’ve heard a great deal from Reltheus about your skill at gaming,” Elani said, pouring her stones into the tray.
“Alec can shoot. I can gamble, Highness,” Seregil said with a smile.
“Perhaps you can teach me a thing or two, then. I don’t have much luck, but everyone except Alaya and Reltheus always tries to let me win.”
“Just as they do at shooting?”
“Alec told you that, did he?”
“Yes. And I assure you, I play to win.”
She grinned. “Then you’re both honest men. I like that.”
“If I may, Highness, you seem like a very direct young woman, yourself.”
“Do I?” She seemed pleased. “Mother says I’m too blunt.”
“Just another word for being honest. The queen herself is very-honest.”
Elani laughed as she placed her first stone. “Yes, she is, but I think that’s part of what makes her such a splendid warrior and queen, don’t you?”
“I do indeed, Highness.”
They began to play in earnest, with Seregil giving advice
now and then. In spite of his help, however, he won three games in a row.
“I see your reputation is well deserved,” Elani laughed. “You have the Lightbearer’s luck, as they say. But you would, wouldn’t you, being ’faie?”
“We’re not all lucky, Highness, and my luck only runs in certain ways, none of them very useful.”
“But I hear that you back privateer ships. That’s very useful. May I ask you something?”
“Of course, Highness. Anything.”
“We’re said to be distant kin. Why aren’t you at court?”
Grinning, Seregil flipped a bakshi stone in the air and caught it. “Because I’m not very respectable, Highness.”
“But you were at court for a time?”
“When I was very young.”
“I’ve heard that you were friends with Aunt Phoria and Uncle Korathan.”
“I was. I think I can say that I’m still on good terms with your uncle.”
“And Aunt Klia. That’s why I wondered-But you’ve already said. So why aren’t you on good terms with the queen?”
How to answer that? “Well, as I said, I’ve become a bit of a wastrel over the years.”
“You don’t seem like a wastrel at all. And Lord Alec certainly doesn’t,” she said, then blushed.
“I’m afraid I’m rather a bad influence on Alec. And I suspect your mother and aunts would agree.”
“That’s not what Aunt Klia says. She says the alliance with Aurenen would never have been struck if not for you. And that you and Lord Alec helped save her life when she was poisoned.”
“She honors us. We only helped.”
The princess surprised him with an unexpectedly shrewd look. “If she trusts you, then you both are worthy of trust. I won’t forget that when I’m queen.”
Reltheus wandered over just then, carrying a three-legged stool. “You two are looking very serious over a game,” he said, sitting down beside the table.
“Lord Seregil is teaching me strategy,” she told him. “But you were right about his luck.”
Reltheus chuckled. “Seregil, you better mind your manners or you’re likely to end up in the Tower again.”
“I’d forgotten that,” said the princess. “But Grandmother did let you out.”
“I’d rather not take my chances there again,” Seregil replied with a wink.
“I won’t send you there, at least not for beating me at the stones. Reltheus, will you give me a game so I can try out my new skills?”
Seregil rose and bowed. “May you have Illior’s luck, Highness.”
He was aware of jealous eyes on him as he searched out Alec, who was dozing under a birch tree. Seregil sat down with his back against the white trunk and settled himself as if for a nap, then kept watch under his eyelashes.
Presently Elani stood up from the bakshi table, laughing over something Reltheus had said, and joined her ladies to nap in the shade. Reltheus sat where he was, looking pensive, until Tolin and Stenmir joined him and the three strolled off into the forest.
Seregil waited until they were out of sight, then stood and stretched, and ambled off in the opposite direction. As soon as he was in the cover of the trees, however, he quickly skirted the clearing and soon caught sight of Reltheus’s red coat. The three nobles were standing on the path, heads together, deep in conversation. Seregil had worn his brown coat for just such a chance. Keeping low, he stole silently closer to a hiding spot behind a fallen tree.
“How could you be so careless?” Tolin hissed.
Reltheus gave him a dark look. “It was intercepted from the courier before it ever reached me. There was little I could do about that.”
“What are we going to do? Are you certain the duke has it?”
“Yes.” Reltheus started off along the path again, deeper into the woods, and Seregil followed, staying just close enough to hear what was said.
“We must get it back!” Tolin hissed. “It’s not just your head on the block if he goes to the prince with it. Have you told Kyrin?”
“Of course I have.”
“Any more word from the north, Reltheus?” asked Stenmir.
“No, and nothing at the Palace. I suspect if they’d been successful in killing her, we’d have heard about it by now.”
Killing her, Seregil thought, shocked at the words. There was only one “her” he could think of that they would be speaking of. If there had been an attempt, how could Thero not know?
They passed through a clearing, and Seregil lost the thread of the conversation as he had to skirt wide to avoid being seen. All he caught were bits and pieces of some argument between Reltheus and Tolin. Stenmir said little, listening more than he spoke. The men stopped again and Seregil heard Reltheus say something about “the cat.”
Seregil’s heart skipped a beat at that, doubting the conspirators would be discussing someone’s mouser. A stop in at the Stag and Otter might be in order when he got back to the city.
He shadowed them back to the others, but their conversation had turned to the war and Phoria.
“I would wish no harm on her, of course, but it might simplify things,” Tolin observed, and he seemed to be still speaking of the queen.
Simplify what for whom?Seregil wondered. The most obvious answer was that Phoria’s untimely demise would clear the way for Elani to take the throne, and assure Reltheus’s interests if the girl wed Danos. If that were the case, and he suspected it was, then Phoria’s life might be in as much jeopardy as Klia’s.
“Enough of that. We’re too close,” Reltheus warned. Then, raising his voice a little, “Tolin, do tell me about that new kestrel of yours. You must bring her to my next hunt.”
Seregil faded into the trees and hurried back to his place beside Alec before Reltheus and the others appeared on the far side of the clearing.
Alec cracked an eyelid as he sat down and murmured, “Find what you were looking for?”
“Mmm,” Seregil replied noncommittally as he signed yes. “Just needed to stretch my legs.”
When the heat of the day had passed, the courtiers roused themselves and there were games, more shooting, and wading at the shoreline to catch shrimps and collect periwinkles and black mussels.
Alec won a few shatta and purposely lost a few, too, to avoid bad feelings. There was no question that the more time either he or Seregil spent in Elani’s presence, the more they were regarded as interlopers of low degree.
As night fell, the servants built a bonfire on the beach and everyone gathered around to eat mussels boiled in wine and spices and sing under the stars. Seregil was loaned a harp again and sang a love ballad in his lilting tenor, then called on the company to join him in more love songs and warriors’ lays, finishing with a few ballads celebrating the queen’s battles.
At last they were rowed back to the ship and sailed home across the glittering harbor. At the quay Elani bid them good night and rode off with her court.
Collecting their horses from a public stable, Alec and Seregil started for home through the backstreets of the Lower City.