David Coe - Bonds of Vengeance

He left the city the next morning, continuing on to Ailwyck. Located on the Ailwyck River, in the center of lower Wethyrn, just north of the Grey Hills, the city of Ailwyck was the third largest in the realm. Only the royal city of Duvenry, and Jistingham on the eastern shore, were larger, and together the three great cities formed what the people of Wethyrn called the Granite Triangle. Wethyrn was generally regarded as the weakest of the seven realms of the Forelands, though Cadel thought it more likely that his native Caerisse deserved that dubious distinction. The Wethy army was smaller than those of its rivals, and its weaponry of only middling quality. But Wethyrn’s men were well trained, and the Wethy fleet was renowned for its fine ships and skilled crews. She was no rival for Braedon or Aneira, Sanbira or Eibithar, but Wethyrn would be a valuable ally in any conflict. Anyone who thought otherwise had only to look at the mighty of walls of Ailwyck to understand the undeniable strength of the Wethy people. The cities of the Granite Triangle had never once been occupied by a hostile force. No other realm in the Forelands could say that about its three greatest cities.

Once in Ailwyck, Cadel’s fortunes quickly changed. His very first night in the city, he found a group of musicians of great ability who were desperately in need of a male singer. He was wandering the narrow byways west of the city marketplace when he heard strains of music coming from a small tavern. He recognized the piece immediately. “Panya’s Devotion” from The Paean to the Moons . The Paean had long been one of his favorite pieces both to sing and to hear. It was also one of the most difficult to play, much less to play well. And even from a distance, he could tell that these musicians were playing it beautifully.

He entered the tavern, more out of curiosity than anything else. Musicians accomplished enough today the Paean like this probably would not be looking to add to their group. The tavern, though on a small street and tucked away in a remote corner of the city, was filled near to bursting. Seeing no place to sit, Cadel remained by the door, listening and watching. There were four musicians in all. Two men, one playing the lute, the other the pipes, and two women, one of them singing at that moment, the other standing beside her. Since this second woman held no instrument, Cadel assumed she was a singer as well.

The men played their instruments deftly. There was an art to accompaniment, a demand for subtlety that few players could master. These two had. Their music lent texture to the piece and complemented the singer’s voice without overpowering it. They were playing the counterpoint, which, in the Paean , was usually done by other singers, and they were doing so quite well.

But it was the woman who drew Cadel’s ear and eye. She sang the “Devotion” exquisitely, but more than that, she looked familiar to him. It was several moments before he realized why. Her name was Anesse, and the woman beside her was her sister, Kalida. The two of them had sung this same piece with Cadel and Jedrek several years before. They had been in Thorald at the time, traveling with Bohdan’s Revel; he and Jed were there to murder Filib the Younger, heir to the throne of Eibithar. As they made their preparations for the assassination, they were fortunate enough to meet the two women, accomplished singers both, and gain some small measure of notoriety for their magnificent performances of the Paean . Jedrek and Kalida spent at least one night in each other’s arms, and though Cadel and Anesse did not, they both made it clear that they were attracted to each other. “Perhaps Adriel will bring us together again,” he had said at the time, speaking of the goddess of love. To which Anesse had replied, “She will if she has an ear for music.”

She looked just as he remembered her. She still wore her dark hair short, so that it framed her round face. Her eyes were a soft green, and though she appeared somewhat leaner than the last time he saw her, she was still a bit on the heavy side, which he found quite attractive.

Cadel was already thinking that finding her here in Ailwyck had been a stroke of enormous good fortune, when the “Devotion” ended and the music wound its way toward the beginning of “Bias’s Lament.” Only when the Paean ’s second movement began did he understand fully the extent to which the gods smiled upon him.

He had expected one of the men to sing “Ilias’s Lament” It had been written for a man’s voice and it had always been his part. But instead, Kalida sang it, an octave above where he would have. She did so competently, blending her voice with the counterpoint of the lutenist and piper, and turning what could have been a disastrous performance into a satisfying one.

Still, when the musicians finished and the tavern began to empty, Cadel knew that he had found a job. He waited until most of the patrons had left and the players were waiting for their payment from the barkeep. Then he approached Anesse and the others. It occurred to him to wonder if she would remember him as he remembered her, but he needn’t have worried.

“That was an enjoyable performance,” he said, drawing their gazes. It had been more than that, of course, but he needed to convince them that they needed another singer. Too much praise would undermine his efforts to that end. “I’ve never seen the Paean performed so.”

The man with the lute smiled. “Thank you, friend.”

But Cadel was watching Anesse.

“Corbin?” she said, her eyes widening.

“You remember.”

She colored slightly, her eyes flicking toward the lutenist. “Of course I do. Yours is a voice few could forget.”

“The two of you know each other?” the lutenist asked, stepping forward so that he stood beside her and laying a hand on her shoulder.

“Yes. Kalida and I sang with Corbin and a friend of his a few years back. In Thorald. Isn’t that right?”

Cadel nodded. “It is.”

“What was you friend’s name again?”

“Honok,” her sister answered, coming closer as well. “Is he with you?”

“I’m afraid not,” he said, forcing a smile. “He and I parted ways about a year ago.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Kalida said, with genuine regret. She resembled her sister more than Cadel recalled. Her eyes were blue rather than green, and she wore her hair long, but their features were similar and the coloring nearly identical.

“Perhaps you should introduce us,” the lute player said, eyeing Anesse.

“Yes, of course. Corbin. .” She trailed off. “I never did learn your family name.”

“Ortan,” he said, extending a hand to the lutenist. Actually, that was Jedrek’s family name, but under the circumstances, his friend wouldn’t mind.

The lute player took his hand in a firm grip as Anesse said, “This is Jaan Pelsor. Jaan is my husband as well as my accompanist.”

By now Cadel had expected this, and he smiled warmly at the man. “My congratulations. How long has it been since your joining?”

“Nearly eight turns now,” Jaan said. He was as tall as Cadel and solidly built. He had black hair, flecked extensively with silver, and pale grey eyes. He must have been at least ten years older than Anesse, perhaps more.

“I’m very happy for both of you.”

The man nodded, then indicated the piper with an open hand. “And this is Dunstan MarClen. Dunstan and I grew up together.”

Cadel shook hands with the piper as well. “You play beautifully,” he said.

Dunstan merely grinned.

“All of you do,” Cadel went on a moment later. “It’s rare to find musicians of such talent.”

“Thank you,” Jaan said. “I gather from what Anesse said a moment ago that you’re rather a fine singer yourself.”