Jessamy, too, had betrayed Sief, though undoubtedly for very different reasons than Donal's. At least on some level, Donal sensed that she had seen this service to the king as one that she herself could render to the Crown of Gwynedd, beyond the reach of whatever arrangement had bound her to Sief other than her marriage vows. One day, when the shock of what he had just done was behind them, he would ask her what hold Sief had had over her. He suspected that it had something to do with both of them being Deryni, though he wasn't sure.
But from childhood, he had surmised what Sief was — though he couldn't explain just how he had known — and he had sensed Jessamy's true nature soon after she arrived at court. In neither case did he feel either frightened or apprehensive, though he also took particular care not to let anyone else know, especially not any of the priests who frequented the court. Donal's father had never been particularly forthcoming about what it was that made the Haldanes so special, that they could wield some of the powers usually only accessible to Deryni. But he had made it clear that this was part of the Divine Right that made the Haldanes kings of Gwynedd, and that justified extraordinary measures to protect said kingship. So far, Donal Haldane had committed both adultery and murder to keep it.
«Is he — dead?» came Jessamy's whispered question, putting an end to the tumble of speculation that momentarily had held the king apart from his act.
Donal let his eyes refocus and glanced quickly around him. He had sunk to one knee beside the big bed, at the foot of which Sief sprawled motionless, apparently not breathing. Jessamy was lifting her head from over the infant clutched tight to her breast, her face white and bloodless as she craned forward to see. Krispin had stopped crying.
«Donal? Is he…?»
«I think so», the king said, a little sharply. He crawled on hands and knees to press his fingertips to the side of Sief's neck, just beneath the ear, but he could feel no pulse. The eyes were closed, and when Donal peeled back one eyelid, the pupil was fixed and dilated. But he had already known, in a way that had something to do with his Haldane kingship, that Sief’s essence was fled beyond retrieving, the quick mind stilled forever.
«Jesu, I didn't mean for this to happen», Donal whispered, sinking back onto his heels. «But he'd guessed the truth. He turned on me. He was beyond reasoning».
«I know», Jessamy said softly, burying her face against the blanket wrapped around her child — their child.
«We shall say that it was his heart», Donal said dully, dragging himself upright against the side of the bed. «No one else need know otherwise. His heart stopped. That is the ultimate cause of all death, after all».
Jessamy slowly raised her head to look at him.
«You must not allow any of your nobles to inspect the body», she said.
At his questioning look, she went on.
«There are Deryni in your household whom you do not know. What you have just done — leaves certain signs that can be read by those who know how».
«There are other Deryni in my household!» Donal repeated, incredulous. «Besides yourselves. And you did not tell me?»
«I was not permitted to tell you», she replied. «I was physically incapable of telling you. I still cannot tell you certain things».
The king's face went even more ashen, if that were possible, but indignant question was already stirring in his eyes.
«They mean you no harm, Sire», she whispered, still clutching the child to her breast. «There are… those who have long been charged to watch over the House of Haldane, and to report back to… superiors. I am bound not to reveal their identities. They — have other obligations as well, an agenda of their own, which Sief served. It was they who required my marriage with him, after my father passed away».
Donal simply stared at her for a long moment, finally bestirring himself to draw a deep breath.
«Other Deryni», he murmured. «Why did it not occur to me before?»
When she said nothing, he slowly got to his feet, his gaze drifting back to Sief’s body.
«Is your brother one of them?» he said quietly, after a pause.
«You know what he is, Sire», she replied. «And you know that he has always served you faithfully. More than that I may not tell you».
«How dare…» He had started to answer her sharply, but broke off and took a deep breath, glancing again at Sief.
«Jessamy», he whispered very softly, «you must help me in this. What we have done, we have done for the guarding of Gwynedd. But my guarding is incomplete, if I do not know as many of the dangers as possible. I must ask you again: What other Deryni are here at court?»
«I cannot tell you», she said, very softly. «I wish that I could — but I cannot».
She was silently weeping by the time Donal summoned help and men came running from outside Sief MacAthan's suite of rooms, in the part of the castle where the king's most trusted advisors were privileged to lodge. At that time, only the king himself was to know that the widow's tears were tears of relief, to be free at last of Sief’s long tyranny.
The Camberian Council learned of Sief’s death the following day, shortly after the news began to disseminate within the court at Rhemuth, for Seisyll Arilan attended on the court nearly every morning. Seisyll had been surprised to hear it, since Sief had seemed in good health the previous evening, but he dutifully set in motion the usual mechanism by which the Council was summoned outside their normal schedule of meetings, and continued to gather what further information he could, until time came for them to meet.
«It seems to have taken everyone by surprise», Seisyll told his fellow Council members early that evening — now only five of them, for their missing member had yet to regain Portal access. «I'm informed that the king's own physician was summoned immediately, but there was nothing to be done».
«You weren't able to see the body?» Barrett asked.
Seisyll shook his head. «Not yet. There was no way I could manage it without calling attention to myself. Besides, they're saying it was his heart. He was about sixty, after all — the oldest among us».
«But not that old, for one of us», Michon said quietly. «You and I are hardly a decade younger, Seisyll».
Seissyl merely shrugged as Dominy de Laney cocked her head in Michon's direction.
«Surely you don't suspect foul play», she said.
«No. It's curious, though, that the king was with him. It would have been late. Did anyone hear him mention that he planned to see the king after he left us?»
The others at the table shook their heads.
«That wouldn't signify, if the king came to him,» Barrett pointed out. «He wouldn't necessarily have known that the king would seek him out».
«Are we reaching for some connection between the king's presence and Sief’s death?» Dominy asked. «Because I don't see any. What motive could there be, if there were? From all accounts, Sief had an excellent relationship with the king».
Seisyll nodded. «They had been friends for years. So had…»
Speculation kindled in the blue-violet eyes as his voice trailed off, echoed in the expressions that began to animate the faces of the others with him.
«I see», said Vivienne, «that I am not the only one to wonder whether we must worry again about Lewys ap Norfal's daughter».
Dominy shook her head, though the vehemence of her denial was at odds with her troubled expression. «What possible worry could there be? Surely you aren't suggesting that she had a hand in her husband's death?»
«Such things have been known to happen», Vivienne said dryly.
«Then, it appears that further investigations should be made», Seisyll replied. «And since I'm the one most regularly at court, the task obviously falls to me».