Ressa smiled. "Trajen and Romal are sleeping. They've taken the whole bed and left no place for Roma and me to go, didn't they, my precious?" She kissed the child's forehead and settled down in the pillows. She cradled the baby across her lap. "Do you mind if I feed her?"
Achan opened his mouth, then shook his head. He picked at a bit of skin on his wrist, wishing for a way to escape the confinement he felt. The baby's suckling filled the room. Achan stood and bolted down the hallway. But Sir Gavin and Sparrow were still talking in his room so he turned and strode out the front door.
Outside, the night-day? — was cool. He took in a deep breath and found the air thick with smoke, pitch, and dung. Wheels clattered over the cobblestone in the distance, bringing to mind his journey behind Silvo's cart. The street stretched out on both sides, narrow and hemmed in like a canyon. He counted ten doors across the street. Did that mean ten homes? Moths fluttered around the lanterns, their shadows darting over the stone walls below.
Gren hadn't looked to be with child. How long until that changed? Goats tended to carry for five months before they delivered. Were women the same?
Did she grieve for Riga? Achan couldn't imagine the same pot-bellied peasant who had bullied him, beat him, and stolen Gren away could have the guts-or the heart-to even try to defend someone else, much less take a sword for anyone.
But maybe he'd done it for his child.
This thought made Achan cringe all over again. The very idea that Riga had touched Gren, let alone… He shook the anger away. It didn't matter. Riga had been Gren's husband, had every right…but she hadn't wanted to marry him…and they'd been married only a little over a month. Achan didn't understand. Perhaps married people managed to bond somehow. If Gren had come to care for Riga…well…Achan hoped she wasn't suffering.
One thing brought comfort: he knew Bran to be honest and kind. When next he spoke with Prince Oren, Achan would request that Bran look after the Fennys for a while. He pushed aside Gren's nervous thoughts of Bran Rennan, the handsome squire. Bran was betrothed to Lady Averella, after all. Nothing to fear there.
The door to the house opened and Sir Caleb stepped outside. "Are you well, Your Highness?"
Achan folded his arms. "It's so small in there."
"It is that. Nice of them to put us up, though." The knight stood beside Achan. They were roughly the same height, but Sir Caleb's blond hair frizzed out, making him seem taller. "Melas is well-known for its crime. It's best we stay inside."
Achan's shoulders sagged. "Fine." He pushed past Sir Caleb and into the house. Ressa was still feeding the baby so he went down the hall to his room. As soon as he entered Sir Gavin and Sparrow stopped talking, as if he'd interrupted some secret discussion.
"Do you need something, lad?"
"No." Achan slipped out again and walked toward the glowing curtain to the main room.
"Achan?"
Sparrow's voice made him jump. He turned to find the boy standing behind him, cat-like eyes peering up into his. "Are you well?"
"As well as one can be in Darkness, I suppose."
"Hearing news of Gren must have been…shocking."
Achan's muscles tightened. "Sparrow, if you think I-" He sighed. The boy could read him like a scroll. He smiled sadly. "Aye, I wish to help her. But Bran is there. That will have to be good enough."
"Bran is a good man," Sparrow said. "You trust him?"
"I sense he's as righteous as Prince Oren himself."
Sparrow beamed. "I think so too."
Achan shifted and the linen curtain to the main room clung to his back. He swiped it away and inched closer to Sparrow. "This cottage is so cramped. You'd think it wouldn't bother me so, my having slept under an ale cask all my life, but I…the dark is so oppressive. I never realized what a gift the sun was until it was gone."
"The sun brings light and life to the world."
"Aye."
"Sir Gavin is asking for you," Sparrow said.
"Oh. Right, then." Achan turned sideways to edge past Sparrow. He ducked into his room, relieved to have somewhere to go.
Sir Gavin still sat on the stool, elbows propped on his knobby knees. "Achan. Would you sit a moment?"
Achan settled on his pallet.
Sir Gavin slouched against the wall and stretched out his legs. "I've never been good with words, sentiments especially. I'm a soldier, you understand. I'm great with a sword, I excel with a battle plan, and I can track better than most hounds, but…" He tugged at his beard braid. "Vrell thinks I… Well, anyway, he's right. Achan, I've got the sensitivity of a bull in a pumpkin patch. I just don't know what I'm walking on, if you get me."
"Sir?"
"I'm trying to say I didn't handle telling you the news about Gren well. I should've… Well, 'twas a shock to you and I just kind of flattened everything like a stampede of… Anyway, sorry about that. I'm sorry about everything, really. All the way back to your parents' death. I've always felt responsible, you know. Your father would've agreed with me about the bull in the pumpkin patch too."
"How so?"
Sir Gavin winced. "Well, when we were a great deal younger, there was a young lady."
Achan grinned. A story like this just might lift his spirits.
"It's not that I never recognized women were beautiful-are beautiful. I do-I'm just called to a different life. I'm too busy to bother with romance. And when I've tried to woo, I've only ever managed to make ladies scowl." Sir Gavin sniffed a long breath as if pulling a memory out from the air. "Akami was your mother's attendant and best friend. She grew up with Dara in Nesos and-"
"My mother grew up in Nesos?"
"Aye. Your father had his eye on Lady Dara Pitney ever since he knew boys and girls were different. No one could doubt who he'd choose when the time came."
Achan tried to imagine what life might have been like had his parents lived. He would've been raised in Armonguard, traveled Er'Rets with his parents, attended court, and fought in tournaments. He would never have known Gren, true, but he may have always known Lady Tara.
"So what happened with…?"
"Apparently, Akami fancied me." Sir Gavin shrugged. "So Dara put your father up to getting us together. But Axel told me, 'My wife desires you to escort her attendant, Akami, to the Hepta Festival. Wear something nice, Gavin, and bathe.'
"When the Hepta Festival arrived, there were so many visitors, and rumors of Cheremites sneaking in to cause trouble, I knew my skills would be best used with the guard. So I sent one of my men to escort Akami to the festival."
Achan chuckled. "What did she do?"
"She married him."
"Your guardsman?"
"Eventually, aye, but not before your mother tongue-lashed me. I never would've agreed to be the girl's escort had I understood Dara's plans. Your father was never vague with me again. And the next time your mother set to matchmaking, Axel laid it out plain for me to reject entirely. Arman didn't make me for romance, my lad. I'm a warrior and to that cause I've dedicated my life."
Achan wished he could have witnessed Sir Gavin's moment of understanding.
"Know that I'm still as thick as ever with people, so if I seemed cruel before, it wasn't my intention." Sir Gavin shifted on the stool. "So, you know what I have to say now isn't meant to hurt, right? Though Gren's situation has changed…you and she could never…"
Achan met Sir Gavin's brown eye and forced his voice to remain even, though his stomach clenched. "Of course."
Sir Gavin slapped Achan's shoulder twice. "Good lad. Now, Prince Oren would like you to message him. I think you've got it down, so I'll see no one disturbs you."