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“Certainement,” declared Margaux, smiling.

Luc sighed and turned up a hand and, grinning, said, “If I must, I must.” He turned to Liaze. “Healer’s orders, you know.”

“Come, Luc,” said Liaze. “I shall show you to your quarters.”

Standing nearby, Zoe said, “The azure suite, my lady?”

“Oui,” said Liaze.

Zoe turned away and smiled to herself, for the azure suite was as close to the princess’s own rooms as a guest could be and not have accommodations in the royal wing itself.

That afternoon the falcons returned, winging in one by one-first from the Summerwood, then the Winterwood, and lastly the Springwood, for it lay the farthest away-and they bore messages: no Redcaps or Trolls had attacked the other manors. When that last message had come, Liaze sighed in relief, for Alain and Celeste were safe, and Borel was away, visiting Lord Roulan, Lady Michelle’s father. But Arnot, the steward of Winterwood, reported all was well therein. Only the Autumnwood had suffered an incursion; perhaps they had been after Luc, but then again it could have been a raid on Autumnwood Manor itself.

“Check.”

“Ah, Princess,” said Luc, “perhaps you have fallen for what my foster pere calls… hmm, let me term it a gambit.”

“So you say,” said Liaze.

“Oui, so I say. Chevalier to red king’s three.”

They were sitting at a small cherrywood table in a chamber in the sunset wing. Other small tables and chairs of like wood sat here and there in the room, with damier boards for playing dames, or echiquiers for echecs. The playing sets were of varying colors, and some were carved of ivory or amber, or of onyx and jade and other semiprecious stone. In one corner sat a large round table, cherrywood as well, with chairs about, a deck of taroc cards thereon. Against one wall sat a long sideboard, and as with all the furniture, it was cherrywood, too. On the opposite wall heavy brown stones embraced a large fireplace, and logs blazed within.

The floor of the chamber was of pale brown marble, and the walls of a slightly darker hue, with the ceiling white.

On the walls themselves were sconces ’round, holding lanterns alight. Portraits of Borel and Liaze and Alain and Celeste, as well as their parents-Valeray and Saissa-looked out upon the players. As if fixing them in his mind, these Luc had studied over the past three days of gaming with the princess.

“So, you move the chevalier to block me,” said Liaze. “Well then, green hierophant takes that impudent red knight. Check.-Oh my, that was a mistake.”

Luc smiled. “Tower takes hierophant. Check and mate.”

Liaze stared at the board. “I could have seen that coming, had I not been too eager to capture your chevalier.”

“You have captured more than one chevalier, my lady.”

Liaze looked up to see Luc gazing at her, and her heart leapt.

Boldly, Liaze said, “And you, Luc, captured the queen right from the start.”

Luc reached across the table and took Liaze’s left hand in his right, and she did not withdraw from him. Luc whispered, “My lady, you are so beautiful. Why hasn’t someone come and carried you away: a king, a prince, a duke, an earl?”

Liaze put her right hand on top of his, there among the captured pieces. “Why not a knight, Sieur Luc?”

Luc shook his head. “Princess, you are worthy of a true noble and not a common chevalier.”

“You are no common chevalier, Luc.”

Luc withdrew his hand and pushed both out in a gesture of denial. “Me? But I am just a poor woodcutter’s son.”

“Luc,” said Liaze, taking his left hand-his heart hand-in both of hers. “You know not whose child you are, yet this I say: in these days you have been here, I have come to realize a nobler person I have never met. You are anything but common.”

“But princesses do not companion with commoners, my lady,” said Luc.

Liaze shook her head. “Then, by that rule, Camille, a so-called commoner from the mortal world, and Prince Alain should never have wed.” At mention of Alain, Luc glanced at the portrait of the Summerwood prince. “Ah, non, Luc,” continued Liaze, “Camille is a rare and uncommon person… just as are you.”

Luc sat without speaking, and after long moments Liaze said, “Whatever happens between us, let it be.”

Luc sighed and said, “Princess, you deserve someone much better than me, and that I truly believe. Even so, it will be difficult to keep a rein on my ardor.”

Liaze’s pulse quickened, still she said, “Keep a rein?”

Luc nodded. “My lady, some believe love at first sight is but a mad fancy, yet I tell you it is not, for at the first moment I saw you, you captured my heart.”

Liaze’s soul filled with joy, and her laugh came silvery, and she said, “Luc, you had been hit in the head and had fallen off your horse when you first saw me.”

Luc laughed along with her, but he quickly sobered and said, “Nevertheless, Princess…” His words died, and his eyes filled with an unfathomable expression. And then he said, “That was the very moment, though I didn’t know whether you were real or a dream.”

“To fall in love with a dream would indeed be a mad fancy, for dreams are not real,” said Liaze. “Yet heed me, Luc, I am no dream.”

“Non, my princess, you are not, and for that I give my most fervent thanks to almighty Mithras above.”

10

Fulfillment

Over the next two weeks, in the evenings Luc and Liaze continued to play echecs, and on rainy nights they read before the fireplace in the manor’s library, oft quoting poems to one another, many of them concerning love-unrequited, consummated, lost, gained, and the like-as well as parts of sagas and bits of familiar tales. And during sunny days they flew arrows at targets, and in this Liaze proved the better. But in croquet, Luc had a keen eye and hand, and oft Liaze found her ball far from the next wicket, driven away by Luc. They dined together-breakfast, lunch, dinner-yet there were times Liaze had to attend to matters of the principality. During some of these, Luc sat high in the gallery that ran ’round three sides of the throne chamber, and he listened to judgments and arbitrations and settlements of quarrels. There were times of courtly functions, and these Luc did attend, such as when some of the Fey Folk came to pay respects: over three days Luc met five tattooed Lynx Riders, and a Gnome and three Kobolds who asked to have a mining dispute settled, and Brownies, Hobs, Pixies, Sprites, and one great shambling thing, and a Ghillie Dhu in his clothes made of leaves and moss.

During this time, Luc’s bruises cleared, and the bandage came off his forehead. A small circular scar remained, but Margaux told him it would soon fade.

And then Luc and Liaze began riding in the woods, exercising Nightshade and Liaze’s own horse-Pied Agile, Nimble Foot in the old tongue-a dark grey mare with a white face as well as white fetlocks on all four feet. And on these excursions Liaze carried her bow, and Luc went well armed, with his own bow and arrows, and a long-knife strapped to his thigh, and a new sword in his scabbard, the blade presented to him by Remy and Zacharie as a token of their respect. His spear had been found, as well as his helm, but these he generally left behind.

When Remy objected to these forest rides and said that Goblins and Trolls might yet be about, Liaze laughed and asked, “What better escort than Luc?”

“My warband,” replied Remy.

Liaze shook her head.

Remy sighed and said, “Then, Princess, fare not deep in the woods, and I will have men standing by in case of need.-And have that knight bear his silver horn.”

Now Liaze sighed and made a minor gesture of assent.

There came a cool morn, fog twisting among the trees, and as they rode Luc said, “Let us go on a hunt.”

“What after?” asked Liaze.

“A stag if we can jump one up.”

“Capital,” said Liaze. “Would you have others come with us?”