Even if he’d wanted girls to like him, he couldn’t imagine what Una saw in him. Sparring on the roof, or dancing at a ball, he could feel her waiting for some sign that her feelings were returned. It made him feel guilty, though he was certain he’d done nothing to mislead her. It was all very confusing, and he only made things worse when he made her a gold pendant in the shape of a sword. Mistaking the gesture, she wore it openly like a love token.
During lessons, at least, he could offer her something honest. They were well matched in size and often paired off against each other. She learned quickly, surprising them all with her progress.
Tobin found a more formidable opponent in Arengil. Though the ’faie appeared no older than Urmanis, he had years more training than any of them. He didn’t lord it over anyone, though, but taught them the Aurënfaie style of dueling, which relied more on skillful dodging than grappling. Before long Tobin and the other boys were putting Arengil’s techniques to good use during practices with the other Companions. The others began to remark on it, especially after Ki managed to split Mago’s lip with his elbow. Ki grinned about that for two days and gifted Arengil his best dagger the next time they met.
15
As the last storms of Klesin blew themselves out across the sea, the Companions waited anxiously for news of renewed fighting; surely the king couldn’t keep Korin hidden away like a daughter, now that he was grown? Reports came of a few skirmishes along the frontier, but neither King Erius nor the Plenimaran Overlord seemed in any hurry to rejoin the battle.
As always, Nikides was the first to hear news. “Grandfather says there’s talk of a truce,” he informed the others glumly over breakfast one morning.
Everyone groaned. Peace meant no chance to prove themselves in battle. Korin said nothing, but Tobin knew his cousin suffered more than the rest of them, knowing that he was the reason they’d all been held back for so long.
Wine flowed ever more freely in the mess after that, and the boys grumbled and snapped at each other at practice.
No more news came, but within the week Tobin had a nightmare he hadn’t had in months.
In it, he huddled in a corner, watching his mother pace the tiny room at the top of the watchtower. Ariani rushed from window to window, clutching the rag doll to her breast like an infant. Brother crouched in the shadows, staring at Tobin with knowing black eyes.
“He’s found us again!” Ariani cried, then she was grasping Tobin by the arm, pulling him across the room, toward the west window, the one that overlooked the river.
“He’s coming,” Brother agreed from his corner.
Tobin woke to find Brother watching him from the foot of the curtained bed.
He’s coming. The ghost’s thin lips did not move as he echoed his dream self.
Ki stirred beside him, mumbling blearily into the pillow.
“It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.” His head throbbed from all the wine he’d drunk at mess that night, but it wasn’t that making his stomach so queasy.
“The king is really coming back?” he whispered to Brother.
The ghost nodded and faded away.
Too upset to sleep, Tobin slipped out of bed and wrapped himself in the woolen robe Molay always left ready for him on a nearby chair. The draperies were still pulled across the balcony windows, but early light was creeping in around the edges, Outside, crows were arguing somewhere in the garden.
“Do you need me, my prince?” Baldus called sleepily from his pallet.
“No, go back to sleep.”
Tobin went out onto the balcony. Three crows sat in a budding oak just below the rail, fluffing their breasts against the cold. All over the city, smoke from breakfast hearths rose straight up in the still air, threads of blue against the pink-and-gold sky. Beyond the harbor mouth the sea sparkled with whitecaps. Tobin gazed out at the horizon, imagining the king out there somewhere, maybe even now sailing for home.
But we’d have heard! The king wouldn’t just sneak into Ero like some raider in the night. He’d been gone for years; there would be fanfare and festivals.
Tobin sat down on the stone balustrade, waiting for the oppressive feel of the dream to pass. Instead, it grew stronger, making his heart beat so fast that dark spots began to dance in front of his eyes.
He tried Arkoniel’s mind-clearing trick, concentrating on the crows’ shining feathers. Gradually the panic receded, leaving him with the more immediate problem of Brother’s warning.
Chilled through, he went inside and curled up in an armchair by the banked hearth. Someone walked quickly past his room, but otherwise the Companions’ wing was still quiet. The daily bustle of palace life hadn’t yet begun.
What if he comes today? Tobin wondered, hugging his knees. Then a happy inspiration came to him. Tharin knew the king! He’d know what to do.
“What could he do?” Brother hissed at him from the shadows behind his chair.
Before Tobin could think of an answer a loud slam and a string of laughing curses came from the direction of the dressing room. Someone had come through the secret passage that connected Tobin’s room to Korin’s. He ordered Brother away just as Korin and Tanil burst in, still dressed in their nightshirts. Baldus leaped up with a startled squeak and Ki let out a muffled complaint from the bed.
“Father’s coming home!” Korin shouted, pulling Tobin from his chair and dancing him around the room. “A messenger just arrived. His ship put in at Cirna three days ago.”
He’s found us again!
“The king? Today?” Ki stuck his head out through the bed curtains, shaking tangled brown hair out of his eyes.
“Not today.” Releasing Tobin, Korin flung back the bed curtains and vaulted in beside Ki. “The seas are still rough, so he’s coming the rest of the way overland. We’re to meet him in Atyion, Tob. Looks like you’re going to get your birthday wish at last!”
“Atyion?” The good news barely registered.
Tanil flopped down on Ki’s other side and used him for an armrest. “Finally, a reason to get out of the city! And we all get to be part of the king’s procession back to the city!” Tanil looked as pleased as Korin.
“Why Atyion?” Tobin asked.
“To honor you, I imagine,” Korin replied. “After all, Father hasn’t seen you since you were born.”
No, but I’ve seen him, thought Tobin, remembering the glint of sunlight on a golden helm.
Korin jumped up and began pacing like a general planning a campaign. “The messenger came to me first, but it won’t be long before everyone knows. The whole city will be in an uproar within the hour, and half the damn court will want to come with us.” He tousled Ki’s hair and yanked the coverlet off him. “Up now, squire, and to your duty. You and Tobin help wake the others. Tell everyone light packs only; no servants or baggage. We can be gone before anyone’s the wiser.”
“Now? Right now?” Tobin stammered, wondering if he’d have time to speak with Tharin before they left.
“Why not? Let’s see. My guard and yours should satisfy Lord Hylus—” Korin headed back toward the dressing room. “With an early start, we can be there by supper tomorrow.” He paused, beaming at Tobin. “I can’t wait for him to meet you!”
The expected uproar was already beginning as Tobin and Ki went to wake the others. Lutha and Nikides were up, but it took some pounding to rouse Orneus.
Ki grinned at the string of muffled curses that greeted them from inside. A moment later the door inched open and Lynx peered out at them. Even wine sick, he was his usual agreeable self. “What’s going on?” he asked, yawning. “Orneus is still, uh—asleep.”