Michelle Sagara - Cast In Deception

“There is nothing you can do tonight,” Helen said, and Kaylin revised that number to four. “Kaylin intends to visit the Consort in person.”

“Oh?” Teela’s word was cool. Chilly.

“Yes, dear. Her initial concern was Candallar. Kaylin is sensitive to the idea of fieflords and their interactions within Elantra.”

Teela exhaled. She did not, however, look any friendlier as she turned her glare on Nightshade. Nightshade countered with an elegant smile that was about as friendly as Teela’s glare. Helen stepped between them with drinks.

“Candallar is not your problem,” Teela said anyway.

“Did I encounter him while on patrol?”

“He didn’t break any laws.”

“Not on this side of the Ablayne, no. And frankly, I’d like to keep it that way.”

Tain winced. Mandoran whistled.

“While I’m visiting the Consort, I can ask about the Hallionne.”

“I consider that unwise,” Teela replied.

“Probably. But she might have answers that we don’t, and we’re going to need them.”

Mandoran coughed. “I think I’m supposed to say that the Hallionne and our friends are not your problem.”

“If I’d never gone to the green, none of you would be here. You wouldn’t be able to travel. The High Court politicians wouldn’t be up in arms.”

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with asking the Consort, myself,” Mandoran added.

“There is everything wrong with it at this time,” Tain said. “It may have escaped your notice, but Kaylin is mortal.”

Kaylin tried not to bristle. She failed. “I’m a Hawk.” She folded her arms.

“A mortal Hawk.”

“I was sent to the East Warrens. Not you.”

“You wouldn’t have been sent to the East Warrens if—” He stopped.

“Ifs don’t matter. I was sent. I met Candallar. Candallar is a fieflord, and Candallar appears to be involved. And probably not in a good way, given what happened with the rest of the Barrani Hawks. I won’t push into Teela’s political problems—those are above my pay grade. They’re probably above the Hawklord’s pay grade. But I will talk to the Consort about Candallar.”

“Why would you think she would have any information about Candallar?” As he asked, his gaze shifted to Nightshade.

To Kaylin’s surprise, Nightshade inclined his head. It appeared to surprise some of the Barrani present as well, but did not surprise Annarion. “You are all familiar with Private Neya, surely. She will not pester—” he used the Elantran word “—the rest of the Barrani Hawks. I can give her very little relevant information about the current political substructures in the High Court, or she would pester me.

“She could ask the Lord of the West March, and may be forced to do just that if the situation with your friends deteriorates; he is familiar with Hallionne Orbaranne, and the Hallionne appears to be attached to him. But if his political strength is significant, his reach is compromised by his position; he does not dwell in the High Halls. Any threat of retribution made is made and taken with that understanding: time and distance are issues.

“She could, of course, ask An’Teela, but An’Teela will not answer. She might ask Lord Andellen, but he is almost a political outsider; his tenure as Lord of the High Court expires when Kaylin expires. He cannot build positions of true influence when he serves an outcaste.

“I believe that Kaylin is safe with the Consort; the Consort is safe with Kaylin, and not solely because she is mortal and relatively harmless. We speak that lie frequently, but the Consort does not believe it. Regardless, she will ask. Let her ask there. If she is with the Consort, no one will attack her; if she is with the Consort, none but the most subtle will attempt to engage her at all.”

“Such subtlety does exist at Court,” Teela said.

“Yes.”

“I will go with her.”

* * *

Kaylin used Helen’s begrudged mirror room to make what amounted to an appointment to speak with the Consort; the Consort was not Kaylin, and no one except perhaps possibly the High Lord, just “dropped in” for a visit. Because Barrani didn’t need to sleep, the High Halls were never closed for business. Someone in official, or at least elegant, clothing responded to the mirror, activated it, and—with a narrowing of blue eyes, bid her wait.

He returned, his expression completely neutral, informed her that the Consort was willing to entertain her very “unusual” request, and told her when to arrive.

And then, hearing Annarion’s raised voice in the background, Kaylin cringed and snuck back to her room and her interrupted sleep.

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