Lynn Flewelling - The Oracle's Queen

The exchange, with its hint of a threat, upset Caliel even more than his argument with Korin, and not only because the man had questioned his loyalty. His bedchamber had all the allure of a tomb. Instead, he went out and walked the battlements, warring silently with himself.

Porion’s admonishments had cut deep; in his heart Caliel did feel disloyal. But his fear for Korin was real, too. Now it seemed that Niryn had even won over Porion. He and Lutha were truly the only ones left who could see that Korin was growing weaker under Niryn’s influence.

He wandered down to the courtyard well for a drink, still trying to figure out what to do. Somehow, he didn’t think murdering Niryn in his sleep was his best plan, tempting as it was.

He was still fretting when he heard a door open. He glanced in that direction, then hastily crouched down behind the low well. It was Moriel, and he had one of the Harrier captains with him, a tall man named Seneus. The pair stopped in the shelter of a farrier’s shed. The Toad looked around carefully, then took a purse from his belt and gave it to the Harrier.

“Station your men on all the roads and have someone follow when he leaves.”

“I know my business!” Seneus snorted. “I’ve hunted wizards, you know. This one shouldn’t give any trouble.” He weighed the purse, then opened it. “This better all be gold. I’m courting Astellus’ curse.”

“It is, and more than enough for any offerings to lift it,” Moriel replied. “But what does a Sakor man like you care for the watery Traveler, eh? My master will give you more, when you bring back the king’s letter. Go on now, and do your duty.”

Caliel caught his breath as the import of the conversation came clear. The only Astellian in the keep tonight was Tobin’s herald.

He waited until both men were safely gone, then slipped back up to his room. He quickly put on his hauberk, then a plain tunic and cloak over it, and buckled on his sword. He didn’t allow himself to pause as he passed Korin’s door, or the corridor leading to Lutha’s. He and Barieus must remain blameless.

Instead, he stole across the shadowy yard to the kitchen entrance and the rooms set aside for heralds there. There were several, but only one with a pair of boots outside the door.

He scratched softly, keeping an eye out for watchmen. The herald answered, yawning, his long yellow hair loose around his shoulders. “Is it dawn already?” He broke off in surprise as Caliel pushed him back into the room and closed the door. “Lord Caliel, what are you doing here?”

“Did King Korin give you a message to carry back to Prince Tobin?”

“You know I can’t tell you that, my lord.”

“I come as a friend. There’s a plot on your life, to keep that message from being delivered. I mean to ride for Atyion right now. I’ll carry it, and you can leave by another way. I swear by your Traveler and all the Four, this is the truth.”

“I cannot, my lord, though it means my life.”

Caliel ran a hand over his face in frustration. “The message will be lost. You’re already wounded. You’ll be no match for the men being sent after you.”

The man smiled and held up his bandaged arm. “As you can see, heralds are not so easily caught. There were twenty brigands, and I came away with my life and my message. There are other roads I can take, thanks to your warning.”

“You’ll be watched from the moment you leave the gate. There’ll probably be a wizard in the pack.”

“So you say, my lord, and again, I’m grateful, but my duty is sacred. I cannot do as you ask.”

Caliel shook his head, caught between the desire to knock the man out for his own good, and admiration for his courage. “You’ll be dead by sunset tomorrow.”

“That is for Astellus to decide, my lord.”

“Well, I hope your god loves you. Will you keep this conversation to yourself?”

The herald bowed. “You were never here, my lord.”

Leaving the man to his fate, Caliel went back to the yard and left by a small postern gate on the seaward side. Moriel’s henchmen wouldn’t have had time to set their ambush yet and would be looking for a herald with a blond braid when they did. If he didn’t hesitate, he might have a chance.

With no immediate threat of attack from without, the guards were lax. He slipped out unchallenged and followed a rough footpath along the cliffs, then stole a horse from a picket line. He smiled darkly to himself as he rode off, thinking with satisfaction of the bad report he could make of the Harrier officers when he got back.

The high road shone like a pale ribbon before him in the starlight. The farther he got from that cursed fortress, the lighter his heart felt. By dawn he was miles away, watching the sun come up over the Inner Sea. In a few days he’d see for himself if Tobin was friend or foe. The cut on his cheek was already scabbed over, the hurt Korin had done him already forgiven. With Korin’s faith or without it, Caliel would serve his king the best way he could.

He looked down at the ring again. If you are still our friend, then Korin needs you. If not, I’ll deal with you myself, for his sake and in his name .

Lutha spent the night lost in terrifying dreams he could not escape and woke with the sun in his eyes and someone pounding furiously at his door.

“Lutha, are you there? Open in the name of the king!”

Lutha lurched up to find Barieus bent over the washstand, looking back wide-eyed at him, water dripping from his cupped hands. “That sounds like Alben.”

Lutha went to the door, his sweaty shirt clinging uncomfortably to his back between his shoulder blades, and opened the door a crack to peer out.

Alben greeted him with a look of relief. “You are here! When you didn’t appear at the morning meal—”

“I overslept. What’s all the shouting about?” He opened the door wider and found himself facing half a dozen grey-back Guards. He was also aware of Barieus at his back. “What’s going on, Alben?”

“Caliel deserted last night.”

Lutha stared at him in disbelief until cold realization hit. “And you assumed we ran off with him.”

Alben had the good grace to look embarrassed. “Master Porion sent me. Korin’s in a state. He’s already had Cal declared a traitor and set a price on his head.”

“That’s ridiculous! There must be some other explanation.”

“He’s gone, Lutha. Did you know he was planning this?”

“Are you mad? Of course he didn’t!” Barieus cried.

“Perhaps Lord Lutha should answer for himself?” Niryn stepped into view behind his men. “Lord Lutha, you have been seen by witnesses, meeting in secret with Lord Caliel and plotting against the king. I’m only sorry I didn’t take action sooner, before Lord Caliel escaped.”

“Plotting?” Lutha sputtered. “We never—Is that what Korin thinks? Let me talk to him!” He turned, looking frantically for his clothes. Barieus tried to fetch him his trousers, but the grey-backs surged in and seized both of them.

“Alben, you can’t believe this?” Lutha cried as they were dragged away. “Let me talk to Korin. Alben, please! This is Niryn’s doing. Alben!”

They were dragged, half-dressed and struggling, downstairs, in front of all the warriors and nobles gathered there, and out to a damp, dark little cell beside the barracks.

The guards shoved them inside and slammed the heavy door on them, plunging them into darkness. There was a heavy-thud as the thick bar was dropped into place.

“Lutha, what’s going on?” Barieus whispered.

“I don’t know. Maybe Korin’s really gone mad at last.” Lutha found a damp stone wall with his hand and sat down with his back to it, drawing his bare legs up under his shirt. “You saw who came for us. Damn that wizard to the crows!”