Even Kerrigan carries himself better.
The tribunal took their places, then Linchmere stepped forward to address the court. Wroxter Dainn and his aides slipped from their seats and dropped to one knee, but Crow stayed in his chair. Will waited to see what Princess Alexia would do, and when she remained seated, he sat there with her.
The Oriosan Prince cleared his throat once, and once again. “Lord and Ladies, King and Queens, distinguished visitors, citizens. This proceeding has been conducted in a solemn manner. We have listened. The evidence has been weighed and we have discussed the truth of this matter.“
The prince spoke slowly and had lowered his voice for the sake of authority, but right from the first, right when he realized he should have said “Kings and Queens” before “Lord and Ladies,” anxiety beset him. Will could read it in his eyes and the nervous quiver running through Linchmere’s lower lip.
“The charges against Crow were charges made against Tarrant Hawkins a long time ago. He was charged with treason and tried. He was sentenced to death but that sentence was never carried out. This man, Crow, was identified as being Tarrant Hawkins. Because of his marriage to Princess Alexia, a new trial was required. A new verdict was sought.”
The prince chewed his lower lip for a moment. “In our deliberations, a flaw was noted in the prosecution case. The events took place twenty-five years ago, so the value of eyewitness testimony is questionable. Court sorcerers said their spells established a link between Crow and Hawkins, but the material alleged to have belonged to Hawkins has now gone missing, so their conclusions cannot be reviewed and proven to the satisfaction of the court. The only positive identification offered was that of Nefrai-kesh and, as an enemy, it is expected he lied.”
Will frowned, utterly confused. King Augustus had greeted Crow as an old friend, and they had talked about knowing each other. Will hadn’t heard Crow admit that he was Hawkins, but he’d never denied it either. The whole question of Crow’s identity should have been beside the point.
As Will had understood things, Linchmere was supposed to get up and say that the charges hadn’t been proved and that Crow was free to go provided someone would assume responsibility for him. Will would do that, then slip his real mask on, everything would be fine, and they would be free to fight Chytrine.
“I don’t understand,” he mumbled under his breath.
Alexia leaned slightly in his direction, her shoulder pressing against his. “I was afraid of this. Scrainwood is playing games. The wizards’ evidence that has vanished can reappear at any time and the charges can be reinstated. If Scrainwood gets his way, Crow will never be free from the threat of execution. He won’t do anything right now, though. King Augustus wouldn’t be here if King Scrainwood had gone back on his agreement.”
Will snorted. “Scrainwood is a snake.”
The princess smiled. “You’ve insulted snakes.”
Linchmere continued. “It is the opinion of the tribunal, then, that insufficient evidence exists to convict this man, Crow, of crimes ascribed to Tarrant Hawkins. You, sir, are free to…”
The doors at the far end of the room sailed open, shoved wide by a woman in red riding leathers and a billowing scarlet cloak. She wore a red leather mask that covered her from cheeks to forehead and right up to her hairline, though a lock of her long red hair did curve down over her right eye. The flesh of her lower face likewise was red with cold and windburn. Melting snow glistened on her cloak.
“Where is he?” She stopped in the center aisle and her cloak splashed against her back like a woolen wave. “Where is he?”
“W-who?” Linchmere started to take a half step forward, but he saved it when his voice broke. He lowered it to the serious tone from which it had risen. “Who are you?”
She thrust a finger at him. “You, sit. You’re not the one I want.” She looked around the room, her pale blue eyes lighting on Will for a second, then shifting away again before returning. “You, you’re the Norrington, aren’t you?”
Will stood slowly. “I am.”
She came forward, quickly, not as forcefully as before, and swept past the prisoner’s docket. She sank to one knee and took Will’s right hand in hers. Raising it to her mouth, she kissed it, sending a jolt through Will.
She glanced up and her gaze met his, sending another jolt through him. Her eyes burned with an intensity that threatened to ignite him. The woman was beautiful, there was no denying that, but it was something else in her, running deep in those eyes, that captivated him.
Will swallowed hard. “Who are you?”
“My lord, I am Princess Sayce of Muroso. I’ve come from Caledo to beg you to save my nation.” Desperation arced through her words. She bowed her head again, touching her forehead to his hand. “Please, my lord, you are our only hope.”
“I, um, I…” Will looked hopelessly at Alexia, Crow, and then King Augustus.
The Alcidese King rose to his feet. “Princess Sayce, you have interrupted a proceeding, one of some importance.”
The young woman stood abruptly and let Will’s hand slip from hers. “Important? This is important? You’re Augustus of Alcida and she’s Carus of Jerana. I have seen you before with my father. Finding Oriosa bound up with nonsense does not surprise me, but you? How could you be here?”
Her voice rose and bitterness crept into it. “Have you no idea of what is happening? Sebcia has collapsed. Chytrine’s troops laid siege to Lurrü with dragonels. They shattered the gates, toppled the walls, and the slaughter was beyond imagining. Refugees have been streaming south, but the snows catch and overwhelm them. Come spring, if there ever is a spring, we will find families who lay down in the cold together and died. Roads will be strewn with bodies. Yet here you sit, listening to people prattle on about little things that matter not when people are dying. Dying in the hundreds. In the thousands.“
Sayce turned and pointed a finger at Will. “I’ve come for the Norrington, to bring him to Caledo, so he can lead our troops and destroy Chytrine.”
“Wait a minute.” Will held his hands up. “I may be the Norrington, but you need Princess Alexia to lead the troops.” He nodded at Alexia. “She will win the fight for you.”
Sayce sniffed at the air, then cocked her head slightly. “You’re Alexia? Hmm. What a perfectly lovely dress. I hardly thought I would find you here when Aurolani needed killing. My nation will not fall as yours did.”
Alexia stood slowly. “I would not wish that on you, Princess, and will do all I can to prevent it.” Alexia raised her voice. “Prince Linchmere, I believe you were about to set Crow free.”
Linchmere roused himself from his throne and unsteadily took to his feet again. “Yes, Crow, you are free to go.”
Will clapped his hands. “Yes!”
Sayce turned and watched as Will and Crow shook hands, then embraced with much backslapping. “I am pleased for your friend, Lord Norrington, but every moment we delay makes the situation more grave.”
Will slipped out of Crow’s hug, then looked up at her. She stood about a fist taller than he and was lean like a wolf. Over the right breast of her leathers had been burned the bear rampant crest of the Murosan royal house. Her mask hid the upper half of her face, but her strong jaw and full lips suggested the beauty that hid beneath it.
“Princess, if you want me to head north with you, then Crow and Alexia and everyone else will have to come, too.”
“Everyone else?”
“My friends. Resolute and Dranae and Peri. There are more, they’ll help. We all got the DragonCrown fragment from Wruona.”
Sayce nodded solemnly. “Yes, we shall have all your companions. My men are out rounding up more horses—we fair killed ours on the ride here. Once we have fodder for them, and provisions for us, we must go.”