“Princes have short memories, my dear. They seldom last through the day.”
She wanted to move close to him, then, touch him, show her affection, but of course she didn't dare. Not with someone like VanDork around. She wouldn't be the first Newlie to share a very close, very intimate union with a human, but it wasn't something one paraded about. Not if one wished to avoid the neighbors’ scorn and keep to the letter of the law.
“The Count is a horrid, despicable man,” Letitia said, under her breath. “He cares not a whit for you, nor anyone else unless they serve his needs. How do people like that gain high position, Finn? It's frightening to know such a brute is so close to the Prince himself.”
“That is exactly how they do it,” he whispered, well aware that sound carries very well in a corridor of stone. “A ruler is ever on the watch for men with the qualities of a Count VanDork. Men with a sly demeanor, men who practice dishonor and deceit. Men who are desperate, men who are defilers, men who are debased.”
“Heavens, Finn. How could a Prince begin to trust a man with such disgusting traits as that?”
“They are the only ones he can trust, Letitia. For these are the qualities he knows so well in himself.”
Letitia shuddered and drew in a breath. “I hope this doesn't take long. I feel I need to get home and take a bath.”
“If I can be of any help in that matter, I hope you won't hesitate to call.”
“You'll be the first,” she said, “be certain of that.” “Do I have to listen to this?” Julia muttered, from under Finn's cloak. “Can't you two contain yourselves a while?”
“What you can do,” Finn said, “is be thankful I don't toss you in a tub and watch you rust to death. Don't think it hasn't crossed my mind a number of times.”
Finn stopped at a hollow in the wall, drew Julia out of his cloak, and set her down.
“Now. You'll stay quietly here. Don't move, don't speak to anyone at all. Don't do anything, sit perfectly still.”
“It's a blessing to have your trust,” said Julia Jessica Slagg. “My kindest regards to the Prince.”
“The Prince,” Finn said, “has less regard for you. Be grateful you're not going inside…”
Two large pikemen stood straight and tall outside the high, arched entry to the Prince's Great Hall. As the Count VanDork approached, each pounded the butt of his weapon loudly on the floor.
Noise in excess, Finn thought, seemed essential to the royal process. Princes liked the sound of boots, pikes, cannon going off and the like. They gained some pleasure from the roar of large crowds.
Finn had been in the Prince's exalted presence before, but not with Letitia Louise. And, she would surely not be there now, if the Prince's neatly flourished scroll hadn't set her name there as well. It was a matter that had delighted Letitia, and caused Finn to lose a night's sleep.
Nothing his sovereign did could put Finn at ease. The Prince was, as Finn had told Letitia, a mirror of his minions, only much more shrewd and devious than the lot.
A quick glance about the hall told Finn that the Prince had gathered a veritable herd of toadies, grovelers and spongers of every sort for this auspicious day. Each, of course, gentlemen and ladies, noble and commoner alike, was dressed in drab shades of dun, ash, umber and toast. Dull, somber and sad was the fashion in the presence of Aghen Aghenfleck the Fourth.
Finn had chosen an undistinguished brown for himself-somewhere in the liverish range-and a soot-colored gown for Letitia Louise. He was most relieved to see they both blended nicely into the dreary crowd.
"Ah, there he is, there's a cood fellow,” The Prince shouted, bounding from his great carven chair. “Bless you, old friend, you've come to me at last!”
“I am, as ever, overwhelmed to be in your presence, sire,” Finn said, bowing halfway to the floor, “a privilege unexcelled, an honor un-”
“Yes, yes, of course you are,” the Prince said, dismissing Finn's praise with a wave of his hand. “And this, I'll wager, is your charming serving girl. Lavinia, is it not?”
“Letitia, sire,” Letitia said, “though Lavinia will do if you desire.”
“No, no, no, I won't have it. By all means, keep the name you've got. I'm sure you're quite used to it now.” “Thank you, sire.”
“And, Letitia,” the Prince said, with a sly wink at Finn that Letitia didn't miss, “do you serve your master well?”
“Though I strive to carry out my duties, I would not presume to answer, sire,” Letitia said. “It is my master who must tell you that.”
“Well said, girl, well said, indeed!”
The Prince applauded, and swept his gaze about the court to make certain everyone followed his lead.
An overly garish fellow at any time, Finn thought the Prince especially appalling on SpringFair Day. His cutaway was a lustrous, iridescent blue, his vest a vivid pumpkin, his breeches a bright domino in pink and tangerine. One shoe was lilac, the other vivid green. His dashing, wide-brimmed hat was topped with plumes of crimson, salmon and lime. Colors, incidentally, which mirrored the coat of arms of the Aghenfleck Dynasty itself.
Yet, Finn mused, nothing could disguise what lay beneath that rich array. The Prince was a handsome man of charming mien, a man of scarcely thirty years, yet there was something old, something wicked there. An essence, a nature, that set even the slyest, most dissolute members of the court a'twitch when Aghen of Aghenfleck looked them in the eye.
“She is, then, a worthy servant?” asked His Grace, pleased with his wit, determined to amuse his followers even more. “She is ever obedient, and answers to your will?”
“She is a good worker, sire,” Finn answered, as if this sovereign were playing no games with him at all. “I have no complaints.”
“Good. Nor would I, I'm sure.” He turned his eyes on Letitia again. “I shall speak to you more, my dear. At a later time. There is little I know of the Mycer folk, and you could help me learn about your kind.”
“Yes, sire”
Finn felt a sudden chill at the Prince's words. He saw Letitia pale and quickly turn away.
“Apples and Stones,” he muttered beneath his breath, “what indecent thought is churning through that foul and odious head of yours now?”
FIVE
"Finn, how very good to see you. It's been some time, I fear.”
Finn turned at the familiar voice. An older man with thinning hair and kindly eyes stepped from the crowd and gripped Finn's hand. He, too, glanced at Letitia, but there was no lechery there, only a gentle smile.
“Lord Gherick, a pleasure,” said Finn. “Indeed, it has been a year or more.”
“Closer to two,” Gherick said. “I'm getting stouter, and you're getting slim. You must come and dine with me, we'll soon take care of that.”
“At your will, I'll do it, too.”
“Gherick, I didn't know you were here,” the Prince said, no little hint of irritation in his speech. “I thought you were going to the country for a while.”
“I did, sire. And, with your pleasure, I'm back again.”
“Yes, I see that you are… “
Though Finn knew full well the two were brothers, it was hard to see how one could be remotely kin to the next. Like air and water, they were, like fish and fowl. More, to the point, like night and the light of day.
Gherick, the Prince knew, was the only man among his various kinsmen-and kinswomen as well-who did not lust after his throne. Thus, he was wary of his brother, and had him watched at all times.
“I must apologize for this most unseemly interruption,” Gherick said, easily sensing his brother's ire. “We'll talk another time, my friend.”
“No, no, stay,” the Prince said. “You have been too long from me, brother. Your presence, and your counsel, is sorely missed in Fyxedia, and in the royal house itself.”