"Try me," Ortalis said. Grus recounted the conversation with the abbot as exactly as he could. Ortalis snorted and rolled his eyes again. "You're right. I don't believe you." Instead of swinging at Grus, he stormed off.
Petrosus came up to Grus. "He is a charming fellow, isn't he?" said the former treasury minister.
"He's my son," Grus answered. "I'm tied to him however he is. You yoked your daughter to him when you didn't have to. What does that say about you?" And she fell in love with him, where nobody else in the world could. What does that say about her?
Petrosus glared at him. "You're still as charming as you were when your backside warmed a throne, aren't you?"
"No doubt," Grus said. "And you're still as ambitious as you were when you dreamed of a throne. Don't you see how foolish that is when you're here?"
"Not if I don't have to stay here," Petrosus said.
"Do you think Lanius will let you out? Don't hold your breath," Grus said. "You were the one who held back his allowance while I was campaigning. He's never forgotten that, you know."
"You told me to. I did it at your order!" Petrosus exclaimed.
He was right, of course. Back in those days, Grus had worried about any power coming into Lanius' hands. He'd kept the other king weak every way he could, including not giving him enough money. And what had that gotten him? At the time, it won him security on the throne. In the end? In the end, power came into Lanius' hands anyhow. Grus looked down at his own hands, and at the coarse brown wool on the sleeves of the robe he wore now.
"The difference between us is, I don't mind being here, and you do," Grus said.
"The difference between us is, you're out of your mind and I'm not," Petrosus retorted.
Grus shook his head. "The reason I don't mind being here is that I did everything I wanted to do, everything I needed to do, out in the world. Because of what I did, people will remember me for years after I'm gone, maybe even forever. Who will remember you, Petrosus?"
"After I'm dead, what difference does it make?" Petrosus said, which also held some truth. But it held only some, and Petrosus proved as much by snarling curses at Grus and storming away. Grus looked after him and shook his head. The monastery wasn't as calm as he wished it were.
Lanius was grateful to Sosia for not nagging him about releasing Grus. Ever since they wed, she'd inclined more toward him than toward her father. She understood the reasons why he wouldn't want Grus to come back to the palace. Whether she agreed with them or not, she respected them enough not to be difficult over them.
But she didn't — or perhaps couldn't — talk her mother out of asking Lanius to order Grus out of the monastery. "Don't you owe him that much?" Estrilda said with the peculiar certainty older people often show when talking to younger ones. "Don't you, after everything he did for the kingdom? If he hadn't done all that, you wouldn't be on the throne now, you know."
"No, I suppose not," Lanius said. If Grus hadn't become king, if he himself had had to marry King Dagipert's daughter instead of Grus', the fearsome old King of Thervingia probably would have shoved him aside more violently and more permanently than Grus had.
"Well, then," Estrilda said, as though that were the only thing that mattered. "Don't you have any sense of gratitude?"
"Shall I be grateful that he put my mother in a monastery and never let her out?" Lanius inquired acidly.
"Certhia tried to kill him," Estrilda said, which was also true. "He never tried to kill her."
"Well, I'm not going to try to kill him, either. On that you have my word," Lanius said. If his gratitude ran no further… then it didn't, that was all.
"You're not listening to me." Estrilda sounded surprised — almost astonished. As wife to the more powerful king, she'd gotten used to people following her slightest whim.
"I am listening," Lanius said politely. "But I decide what to do now — no one else."
She stared at him. Plainly, he was sole King of Avornis now. If he weren't, why would she ask him to let Grus go? Just as plainly, the idea that nobody could tell him what to do now hadn't fully sunk in until this moment. Shaking her head, Estrilda walked out of the audience chamber.
As Lanius and Sosia were going to bed that night, she said, "I am sorry about what happened earlier today. I told Mother I didn't think that would be a good idea, but she went ahead and did it anyhow."
By then, Lanius had had the chance to gain a little perspective on things. "It's all right," he said. "It could have been worse, anyhow."
"Oh?" Sosia raised an eyebrow. "How?"
"She could have asked me to let your brother out, too, or instead."
"Oh." Sosia said again, this time on an altogether different note. "That would have been awkward, wouldn't it?"
"No." He shook his head. " This was awkward, because there could be reasons to let Grus out of the monastery. If she'd asked the other, I would have said no and then thrown her out if she asked me again." To keep Ortalis from coming out of the monastery, he was ready to be as rude and stubborn as he had to. That went against his usual nature, but so did what he felt about his brother-in-law.
At least he wasn't afraid of offending his wife about Ortalis. Except for Limosa, Ortalis seemed to have alarmed everyone who ever knew him. That included Sosia. She'd never made any great secret of it, either. All she said was, "It's over. You don't need to worry about it anymore."
But she was wrong. The next morning, a servant came up to Lanius just as he and Sosia were finishing breakfast. "Excuse me, Your Majesty, but Arch-Hallow Anser would like to speak with you."
"Of course," Lanius said. "I'm always happy to see him. Bring him in, and then fetch some wine for him, too." The servant bobbed his head and hurried off.
Anser came in a moment later. Lanius blinked when he did. Anser was wearing his red formal robes, something he hardly ever did when not conducting services in the great cathedral. "Your Majesty," he said, and bowed to Lanius. Turning to Sosia, he repeated the words. He also bowed to his half-sister, not quite as deeply.
"Sit down," Lanius urged. As Anser did, the king went on, "I've got a servant bringing you wine. What can I do for you? You're not usually out and about so early if you aren't hunting."
Anser looked faintly embarrassed, which startled Lanius almost as much as the ceremonial regalia did. "I have a favor to ask of you, Your Majesty," the arch-hallow said. "I haven't asked many, have I?"
"You've asked so few, it almost makes me suspicious," Lanius answered. "Go ahead and ask, and we'll see what happens then." He wasn't foolish enough to promise to grant favors no matter what. Kings had gotten themselves in a lot of trouble with promises like that.
After a deep breath, Anser said, "Your Majesty, please let my father out of that monastery. If you do, I swear I'll never ask another thing of you for as long as I live — not even to go hunting with me, if you don't want me to."
"He would be pleased with you, to know you've asked this," Lanius said. "He would be proud of you, too."
"He did everything for me," Anser said simply. "Plenty of bastards don't even know who their father is. But he made sure I always had enough. And then when he got the crown… Well, look what he did. Do you think I'd be wearing this" — he flapped the sleeve of his robe — "if not for him?" He snorted to show how unlikely that was, then went on, "So you see, Your Majesty, I'd do anything for him, too. I'm not too proud to beg you to set him free. Please."
With some regret, Lanius shook his head. "I'm not going to do that. I'm sorry, but I'm not. I'm the King of Avornis now. I didn't expect to be, not until he'd lived out his days. Frankly, I thought I was sure to lose if I rose against him. Maybe I was wrong — who knows? But if I called him back to the city of Avornis, I couldn't very well do it without seeing the crown go back on his head, too, could I? You may think I'm heartless, but I just don't want to do that."