«Brion!» she whispered. «Thank God! And thank you for coming, Sire». She paused to swallow. «Needless to say, I should rather have been able to come to you».
«And I, my lady, for it would have meant that you were not ill».
Alyce smiled again, briefly closing her eyes. «Courtly like your father. And like your father, you must have the means to defend yourself». She looked up at him again. «Did you bring the Haldane brooch, and the silver bracelet he gave you?»
Eager now, Brion pushed back his right sleeve to show her the wide bracelet cuff, engraved with a pattern of running lions. «I pinned the brooch inside my cloak», he added. «It wouldn’t have done for anyone to have seen it and recognized me».
«Please let me hold the bracelet», she whispered, holding out her free hand, «and come around to sit here beside me».
Without demur, the king removed the bracelet and put it in her hand, then came around to sit on the stool Kenneth had pushed closer with one booted toe.
«Help me sit», she murmured to Kenneth, who eased her more upright and inserted several pillows at her back to support her. After a moment to compose herself, she turned the bracelet to gaze at the three runes engraved inside, then set her forefinger over the first one and whispered, «One!»
The word triggered an immediate reaction. As she gasped, her eyelids flickering, her entire body went rigid for a long moment. Then she exhaled in a long-drawn sigh and relaxed. With a second breath she opened her eyes, very calm now, but Kenneth could see the rapid pulse in her throat, and the quickening of her breath.
«Dear God, I had not known what would be required», she whispered, very deliberately setting the bracelet aside. «So much to do, so little time. My prince, it may be that I shall not be able to complete the entire sequence just now. I may not have the strength. But some, at least, I think I can awaken in you. Please give me your hands», she invited, offering the king her palms.
Without hesitation, the king leaned forward to set his hands on hers, though the heat of her flesh caused his glance to dart downward in alarm.
«Pay no mind to that», she ordered, as she closed her thumbs over the backs of his hands. «Steady him, Kenneth», she said to her husband.
Deftly, Kenneth moved behind the king’s stool to set his hands on the royal shoulders, bracing Brion’s back against his chest. Alyce closed her eyes, her lips moving slightly. Though Kenneth could sense nothing of what then began to pass between her and the king, he felt Brion’s long, shuddering gasp just before his body stiffened and the raven head snapped back against his shoulder.
He could not guess what the effort was costing his wife, but it was hard enough on the king. For a long moment Brion ceased breathing altogether, balanced on a long-drawn breath — long enough for Kenneth to begin worrying.
But then, with a gentle sigh, the tension drained from Brion’s body and he began breathing again: great, gasping gulps that gradually eased as the process slackened off, though he remained a dead weight in Kenneth’s arms.
A gasp from Alyce shifted his focus back to her as she, too, stirred, head moving groggily from side to side as she opened her eyes.
«God help me, I can do no more», she whispered, tears brimming as she weakly lifted one trembling hand first to her own forehead, then to Brion’s. «Go now, my prince, and rest beside the fire».
Vague awareness flickered in his eyes as he opened them, but he rose like a sleepwalker and did as she commanded, staggering a little to sink down on the hearthrug and cradle his head on one arm. As soon as he had settled, Kenneth sat on the bed beside his wife and gathered her into his arms, briefly bending to touch a kiss to her fevered brow.
«Too late», she murmured, her voice thin and thready. «I only had strength to complete some of the work. I have awakened the Truth-Reading talent, which will stand him in good stead as king…and I sensed a stirring of shields — I know not how much they would withstand. But more, I cannot. So tired…»
«No more now, my love», he whispered. «Rest. Regain your strength. There will be time and strength enough to complete your work later, when you are well».
«Would that it were so…». Her reply was all but inaudible. «But I am spent. That work now will fall to Alaric, when he is grown. In the meantime…you must guide our new king as best you can, and guard our son so that he may fulfill what has been ordained. Promise me…»
«No! You will recover to finish the work!»
«I cannot», she replied, weakly shaking her head. «Promise me!»
«I–I promise», Kenneth breathed, tears blurring his vision.
«I will haunt you, if you keep not your promise», she said with a faint smile. «One thing more: I wish to be buried at Culdi, in the chapel that Earl Jared built for his stillborn daughter».
«At Culdi?» Kenneth blurted. «Why at Culdi? Shall you not lie here, with my Morgan ancestors? Or at Cynfyn or Coroth, with yours?»
Alyce briefly closed her eyes, a faint smile curving at her lips. «Culdi once belonged to St. Camber, my love — if anyone should ask why. And I will lie with Corwyn-kin. Little Alicia McLain would have been my niece. Remember that Vera is my twin».
He shook his head, looking troubled. «I had put it from my mind».
«And you must keep it from your mind», she replied. «No one must ever know, for her children must be protected. But because of this kinship, I wish you to foster our children with her and Jared when they are older, for you will be much at court with the king. You are cousin-kin to Jared through several branches of your family, so no one will think it odd. In time, as our children grow to maturity, it is my hope that Vera will be able to teach them something of their Deryni heritage. Would that I could be here to see those years…»
«You will be!» Kenneth whispered emphatically, wishing that words could make it so.
She shook her head weakly, fatigue and fever drawing her toward eternal sleep.
«Bring me my children, dearest husband. I would bid them good-bye…».
«Alyce…!»
But she drifted into unconsciousness then, so Kenneth took advantage of it to fetch the children, as she had requested. Bidding Melissa to bring the infant Bronwyn, he went himself to wake his sleeping son. Llion roused as he entered the room, sleepless anyway, for concern about Alyce, but Kenneth raised a staying hand as he went to Alaric’s bedside.
The boy stirred reluctantly, the grey gaze hazy with sleep, but Kenneth wrapped him in a sleeping fur and hoisted him onto his hip, carrying him back into the room where Alyce lay, leaving Llion stationed outside the door. Sitting carefully beside her, he let Alaric down onto the bed, bare legs dangling over the edge. Melissa had laid the sleeping Bronwyn on the other side, in the crook of her mother’s arm, and was wringing out a fresh compress over a basin of water.
«She still burns with fever, my lord», the maid whispered, as she wiped Alyce’s brow, unable to look at him.
Biting at his lip, Kenneth waved her back and took one of his wife’s slack hands in his to gently chafe it.
«Darling Alyce, your children are here», he murmured. «You wanted to see them…»
After a moment, her eyelids flickered and her eyes opened, though they were fever-bright and not focusing well. Her drifting gaze found her son’s, and she mouthed a kiss in his direction before turning her head to press her lips to the top of her daughter’s downy head.
«God’s angels guard you, dearest daughter», she whispered. «I wish we had been given the time to know one another better».
The infant stirred, the blue eyes briefly opening to meet her mother’s in a salute of soul meeting soul; then she snuggled closer and went back to sleep with a sigh. Eyes bright with tears, Alyce pressed another kiss to Bronwyn’s soft cheek, then glanced beyond to Melissa, who was waiting anxiously.