'Wait here.' Byren went over to the window and peered in. There she was, poring over the papers spread across her cedar desk, imported from Ostron Isle. Either she was checking the estate's accounts, or she was writing the history of the last Merofynian War. Byren had no trouble admitting Elina's scholarship surpassed his.
Her midnight hair and moon-pale skin gleamed in the lamplight. She was beautiful, with her wide cheekbones and tilted black eyes, but it was her expression of intense concentration that made Byren smile. He pulled off his glove and tapped his nails on the nearest square pane.
Elina looked up, frowning, then smiled and pushed back her chair, running over to unlatch the window.
Byren stepped back as it swung open, then he stepped in towards her as a rush of warm air caressed his face.
'Byren? What are you doing here? I did not expect to see you until the midwinter ceremony.'
He smiled despite himself, then sobered. 'I've bad news, Lina. Orrie's been hurt.'
She glanced past him to her brothers standing on the terrace. The taller leaned on the shorter. 'He's walking. Can't be too bad. Come around to the stable yard door.'
Without giving Byren a chance to explain, she swung the window shut, latched it and ran off taking the lamp with her.
Byren returned to the others. 'Elina's going to let us in the stable yard door. Don't want to give your father a shock.'
Orrade and Garzik nodded. They went along the terrace which wrapped around the building. At the rear, modern stables had been built to house the Old Dove's prize horses. A much-used door opened from the house to the stable yards and it swung open now as Elina appeared with a lamp turned down low.
'Come in, quickly. I'll clean Orrie up and see if we need to wake the healer. Better come up to my chamber.'
She ushered them in, leading the way through the storage rooms and into the kitchen where half a dozen kitchen children, no older than ten, slept in a huddle in front of the ovens.
Lifting one finger to her lips she beckoned Byren and her brothers.
One child raised his head, a sleepy query on his lips.
'It's nothing, Rifkin, go back to sleep,' she told him.
Without waiting to see if Byren and the others followed, she slipped out of the kitchen and into the corridor which led to the public rooms.
This end of the building housed the library and music room, both Merofynian affectations. The family's bed chambers were on the floor above and servants slept in the attics. Elina headed straight for the private family stairs.
They had just reached the halfway landing when they met with the Old Dove coming down in his night shirt with a single candle.
'F-father,' Elina greeted him.
Chapter Three
The fierce old lord raised his candle, straining to identify them with his failing sight.
'I see my wild boy's hurt himself.' Lord Dovecote spoke slowly to conquer the slight slurring caused by the brain spasm which had slowed him down, though no one could say he had lost his wits. 'What have you been up to, Orrie? And you, Byren. I suppose you and Lence are to blame for this. As for you, Garza, I seem to recall sending you off under Captain Blackwing's care. What're you doing back already? No ulfr pelts?'
'We found the pack attacking Byren and Orrade,' Garzik explained. 'If we hadn't — '
'Stories later,' Elina announced firmly, reminding Byren of the Old Dove. She glided up the stairs to take her father's arm. 'Orrade's bumped his head, father. I'm just going to clean — '
'I'm blind,' Orrade announced in a flat voice.
The good side of the old lord's face drooped to match the paralysed side.
'What?' Elina whispered, then rallied. 'I'll send for the healer, she — '
'There's nothing she can do, Elina. I'm blind,' Orrade snapped.
Elina ran down the two steps to search his eyes for any sign of response and, finding none, sent a stricken look to Byren. His heart contracted.
Her gaze returned to her brother. 'Oh, Orrie…'
'Blind?' Lord Dovecote echoed, coming down the steps.
Orrade looked towards the sound of his father's voice. 'I took a blow to the head. I've been like this since I woke up.'
Lord Dovecote's step faltered and he almost stumbled. Byren grabbed his arm and felt him tremble with shock. Garzik ran to take his father's other arm. For once the fierce old man did not brush them off.
'We can have Willowtea take a look. Can't we, father? She's an excellent healer,' Elina insisted, her tone bracing. 'Come, Orrie, let me clean you up.'
Orrade held out his hand. 'You'll have to lead me.'
Elina caught Orrade's hand in her own and led him up the steps. Byren followed slowly. Lord Dovecote gripped his arm as he mount the steps, his age suddenly showing.
'I'm sorry, grandfather.' the term was an honorific. 'He nearly died. I just wanted to get him home.'
Lord Dovecote squeezed his arm. 'Garzik, go fetch the nun. We'll be in your brother's room.'
He nodded and ran off.
'So Willowtea's still dispensing infusions?' Byren asked.
The old lord nodded. An estate the size of Dovecote could have had a healer from both abbeys, just as they could have had two Affinity warders, but their healing monk had died of old age two years ago and Lord Dovecote hadn't asked for a replacement. Byren suspected he was comfortable with nun Willowtea, who was almost as old as him, and couldn't be bothered with an ambitious young monk.
Elina bustled about the chamber, lighting lamps, sending Byren to fetch hot water from the spigot at the end of the hall. When he returned, she had settled Orrade in the chair by the fire and unwound Byren's hasty bandage
The sight of the ugly wound made Elina wince, but she began to sponge the blood from around it, picking long strands of matted hair out of the way.
She had cleaned the area by the time the healer arrived. Byren watched the old nun check the wound, then test Orrade's sight by holding a candle in front of him, trying to detect movement or response to light.
One of Sylion's nuns, the healer had been with the family since the lord brought home his first wife. Willowtea had helped with the births of their four children, seen them through their childhood illnesses, then laid out their crushed bodies when three of the sons were returned from the battlefield. The eldest, who had been executed as a Servant of Palos, had been buried in an unmarked grave. When the old lord's second wife had died giving birth to Garzik, Willowtea had laid out her body. And now, after examining Orrade, there were tears in her eyes as she put the candle down, turning to them.
'You have Affinity, Willowtea, is there anything you can do?' Lord Dovecote asked.
'I can hasten healing, my lord, but I cannot change what will be,' Willowtea whispered. 'We will have to wait and see. He's been in contact with something odd — '
'Untamed Affinity,' Byren explained quickly. He didn't want to admit he'd pleaded with a renegade Power-worker to save Orrade's life. He would be tainted by association. 'There's a fresh seep up near the new tin mine.'
'That's the third in less than a year,' Elina whispered. 'The last time so many new seeps occurred was the summer the Servants of Palos tried to assassinate King Byren the Fourth.'
There was a moment's charged silence.
'Aye, seeps sprouted like sores on a diseased body that summer,' Willowtea whispered, then gave herself a shake and turned to Byren. 'So you stumbled into one?'