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«And I think I’ll give her Lady Whiskers to keep her company», the boy added, leaning forward to tuck his toy beside her. «That way, she’ll remember me».

«That’s…a very good thing to do», Kenneth agreed, choking back fresh tears. «But I’m sure she will always remember you. And we shall remember her».

He settled back onto his chair at that, gathering his son into his arms to cradle him against his heart. Soon both of them drifted into sleep for what remained of the night, until two carpenters from the stable yard came to close the coffin.

* * *

It began to snow later that morning, the last of 1095: a hushed and pristine backdrop for the modest funeral procession that began to form up in the yard at Morganhall, just as a solitary bell began to toll in the church without the manor walls. They were family, mostly, who gathered to walk behind the coffin of the fair Alyce de Corwyn Morgan, for in the dead of winter, and with the new king’s coronation only days away, it was impossible to gather any others who might have wished to be there, had the times been otherwise, or to delay the burial until they could attend.

Kenneth had asked six of his household knights to bear his wife’s coffin, Llion and Xander among them; but as they hoisted it onto their shoulders and began their slow march down to the church, following the processional cross and the priest with his two acolytes and the banners of Corwyn and Lendour, it struck him that one of the black-cloaked knights looked very like Sir Sé Trelawney.

All the way to the church, Kenneth tried to get a better look at the man without being obvious, Alaric’s hand in his — for the boy had insisted on attending. Vera and her Kevin followed directly behind, along with Delphine, Claara, Melissa, and several other members of the immediate Morganhall household; Duncan had been left with the kitchen servants while they did the day’s baking, being deemed too young to attend. Under the circumstances, Kenneth was well content to keep it very much a family affair.

And an affair for family it surely was, he realized, as he watched the knights carefully deposit his wife’s coffin on the black-draped catafalque before the altar, for one of the black-clad men was Sé, who very much had been a part of Alyce’s family, friend of her childhood — though God alone knew how he had learned of Alyce’s passing, or had managed to get there in time for the funeral.

But when the six men bowed to the altar and then began melting back to take places in the congregation, the man Kenneth had been watching turned and looked him directly in the eyes, setting right hand to breast and inclining his head in graceful acknowledgment before easing back with the others to disappear in the sea of black-clad mourners.

Kenneth was never able to spot him again, though he watched for him all through the Requiem that followed; and it was another knight who took his place when it came time to carry Alyce’s coffin down into the crypt. But he found himself taking comfort in the belief that Sé Trelawney had, indeed, been there, as he had promised he would always be there for Alyce and for their son.

Later, after her coffin had been laid beside those of his Morgan kin, who were also kin to their son, all of the family mourners — though Sé was not among them — returned to Morganhall, where Kenneth made it known that he intended more formal memorial Masses to be celebrated in his wife’s memory in the spring or summer at Cynfyn and Coroth, be-fitting her status as Countess of Lendour and Lady of Corwyn. It was not the time to mention that her body would eventually find a different resting place, per her own wishes. For the nonce, at least, there was a new king to be crowned in less than a week: a task to which all the household’s energies now must turn, and as would have been her wish.

Given the stress of the previous several days, most of the family elected to retire early that night, though Kenneth spent an hour with Xander and Llion organizing what must be taken with them back to Rhemuth in the morning. Kenneth, especially, desperately needed sleep before heading back to Rhemuth the next day, as did Llion, each of whom had already completed a round trip to the capital in the past two days to fetch and return the king.

It was Xander who roused them the next morning at first light, which came late at midwinter. Alaric had slept in his father’s bed that night, and tumbled awake with energy abounding at the prospect of the journey back to Rhemuth with his father. Kenneth was not sure the boy understood about the importance of the coming coronation, but the trip itself held appeal for a four-year-old. Xander took over the responsibility of getting him fed and bathed, so that Kenneth and Llion could concentrate on finishing the packing of the few items they would need for the journey.

After washing and dressing in the plain black he had worn the day before, Kenneth stumbled into his son’s room, where both Xander and Llion now were attempting to finish dressing the boys.

«I’m wondering whether it’s necessary to put so young a child into mourning for the coronation», Kenneth said, as Xander tugged an over-tunic of heavy green wool over the boy’s usual winter garb of white shirt and black leggings. «I didn’t yesterday, because it’s hard enough for a lad to lose his mother at his age. On the other hand, I think it’s particularly important to have him at my side when I swear fealty. It will underline his status as the future Duke of Corwyn, despite his Deryni blood».

Llion glanced at the new heraldic over-tunic spread on the bed behind him, ready to pack; Alaric had outgrown the quartered tunic he’d only just worn in June for Prince Brion’s coming of age. Though Melissa had spent hours sewing a narrow border of Lendour red and white along the edges of the garment, the Corwyn device itself was almost sober enough to pass for mourning. The fine black wool of the field was relieved only by its heraldically improbable green Corwyn gryphon, picked out in gold, and the brighter relief of Kenneth’s gold double tressure fleury-counter-fleury now surrounding the beast, from his Morgan line.

«The new tunic is already mostly black, my lord», Llion pointed out, as he bent to do up the buckles of the boy’s boots. «I might suggest removing the Lendour border, except that it’s important to make that reminder as well, both that he is your son and that he is heir to both honors. A pity he’s outgrown the old quartered tunic, though the Lendour red and white would have been a bit garish for mourning».

Kenneth nodded soberly. «We’ll leave it as it is, then», he said. «Go ahead and pack it. My mourning will have to be sufficient for both of us».

Chapter 25

«For a bishop must be blameless, as the steward of God».[26]

They departed for Rhemuth a little later under clearing skies, though the cold was still bitter, chilling to the bone. Kenneth’s sisters and Vera had come to see them off, all three of the women teary-eyed, for it was unlikely that Kenneth would visit Morganhall again soon. Vera, however, was to leave for Rhemuth the following day with her own escort, for she and her sons were expected to rejoin Jared for the coronation.

Alaric rode with his father, surrounded by his strong arms and warm cloak, with Xander and Llion flanking them, ahead of a further escort of four liveried Lendouri lancers. A pair of squires followed with two pack animals on leads — modest enough train for an earl in mourning and an underage duke, but they turned heads as they passed lesser folk.

The two lead lancers carried the cased banners of Lendour and Corwyn, black crepe spilling from the heads of the staves. All of the escort party wore wide mourning sashes from right shoulder to left hip, slashing the bright red and white of Lendour with black. Kenneth himself rode all in black, with Alaric’s dark green all but invisible inside his father’s cloak.

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