Lioness Rampant (27 page)

Arriving early, she found the king-to-be in his small council chamber. He rose and kissed her cheek.
“Thank you for coming,” he said. “I hate to plunge into things just when you've come home, but we have a great deal to do.” As she took a seat a little way down the table from him, he asked, “Have you given some thought to the place you'll hold in my reign?”

Alanna was startled by the question. “What place—? I never thought that I'd hold
any
place, not really. Although it would be nice to have
something
to do,” she admitted. “I like roaming around, but I like it far better when I have a purpose. Maybe Liam is happy wandering from country to country like the wind. I feel as if I'm a sort of weapon, but a weapon must have someone to wield it, or it just lies around rusting.” She grinned, suddenly embarrassed. “Listen to me. Next thing you know I'll start sounding like our old philosophy master.”

Jonathan groaned. “That old bore!”

Gary peered inside. “Is this a private gathering, or can anyone come?” He took a chair, plumping a stack of documents on the table in front of him. Seeing Alanna's horrified look, he said kindly, “Don't worry, the papers aren't for
this.
They're documents I refer to constantly, so I carry them around. It saves waiting for a servant to fetch them.”

“Gary, how awful!” she exclaimed.

“Nonsense,” Duke Gareth's son retorted. “I had no idea before how interesting a kingdom's business can be. To put diverse things like rainfall, the number of people leaving their farms, and the price of iron goods together and find out how they affect each other—”

“He'll go on all day if you let him,” Raoul interrupted as he took his seat. The Lord Provost sat beside the big Commander and nodded a greeting; Alanna nodded back. Raoul went on, “Me, I have no talent for administration. Give me a good horse and a patrol any day!”

“You underestimate yourself, Raoul,” said Jon. “The Bazhir love him,” he explained to Alanna. “He's made a good impression on the northerners and the foreign soldiers in the King's Own as well.”

Alanna beamed at her large friend, who blushed. “I always knew you'd be a credit to us,” she teased him.

When she saw Duke Gareth at the door, Alanna got up and went to greet her teacher, hiding her shock as she knelt before him. The Duke, always lean, was rail thin. Streaks of gray had turned his hair a muddy yellow-brown.

Gary's father looked Alanna over as she rose.
Finally he smiled. “You have lived up to your promise,” he said quietly. “We are all very proud of our Lioness. Welcome home.”

Coming from Duke Gareth, who had always been sparing of praise, it was the highest honor she could receive. “Thank you, sir,” she whispered as she blinked tears away. “You're very kind. I tried to be a credit to my training—to you.” She bowed herself back to her chair as the Duke sat beside Gary. The others busied themselves with papers, pretending not to notice.

Baird and Myles arrived together while Alanna mastered herself. The Duke greeted her cheerfully. At the reception the night before he'd complimented her on her work as a healer among the Bazhir. Myles winked at her as he settled into place.

Alanna fidgeted as servants put out water, paper, ink, and fruit.
How long will I be stuck here before I can go riding?
she wondered.
I don't have any place at councils like this!

Jonathan cleared his throat, and the conversations stopped. “Thank you all for coming. I know the sixty days until the coronation seems like a great deal of time, but we have much to do.” He glanced at Duke Gareth. “I've given some thought to the appointment
of a King's Champion.” Alanna's throat went dry. “Uncle Gareth was my father's. It seems to have been an easy post for him—”

“Thank the gods,” the Duke said dryly. “None of the others were.”

Jonathan joined the company's chuckling before he went on. “Except for taking part in the coronation of my father, he was never called on to represent—or defend—the throne. I think many have forgotten the post exists. Uncle no longer wants it.” Duke Gareth nodded. “We feel someone young should be Champion. A proven warrior, of course. One who is known to our people and our neighbors.”

She saw all too clearly the direction this was taking. “Raoul,” Alanna croaked, looking at the Knight Commander. Grinning, Raoul shook his head. “Or Gary,” she tried as Gary tugged at his mustache to cover a smile. “Both fine, strong fellows, liked by—”

“No,” Jonathan said firmly. The others in the room fought their amusement. “I want them where they are—Raoul with the King's Own and Gary as Prime Minister.”

“Geoffrey of Meron.” She wiped sweat from her upper lip. “Noble, far more respectable than me—”

“I've made up my mind.” The Provost was the last to grin as Jon spoke. All the others had seen such confrontations between the prince and his obstinate squire.

“You'll make enemies,” Alanna said flatly. “There's
never
been a female Champion, not even when women
could
be warriors! Not in Tortall!”

“That's true,” Myles said. “And it's understandable that you would be concerned about your standing in the eyes of the people. There are some, still, who feel a lady knight is unnatural. And at first there was a lot of feeling against it. Even the king—” He stopped and looked at Jon. “But a lot of that thinking has changed.”

“Like it or no, you're a legend, after the Bazhir and winnin' your shield,” the Provost said in his blunt way. “Girls play at bein' Lioness. I saw one chasin' her brother down the street, wavin' a stick and callin' for the Conté Duke to submit to her sword.”

The men laughed. Alanna blushed and continued to shake her head.

“Should we call a minstrel and have him sing all the Lioness songs in his memory?” Duke Baird asked, his eyes kind. “The newest is the one in which the Lioness and the Dragon defeat whole armies of Saren
mercenaries.
I
like it, although now that I see you again, I remember you aren't ten feet tall.”

“The Bazhir are for you,” Raoul added. “You're the Woman Who Rides Like a Man. You also helped to bring down the Black City. The other one to do that will be king. Your own tribe would be the first to say it's your right to stand beside Jon.”

Jonathan met her eyes, his gaze friendly but determined. “And let's not forget that you journeyed into the stuff of fables and brought back the Dominion Jewel.” He took it from his belt-purse and set it on the table, where it shimmered. “This alone would cause you to be given a high place, even without everything else you've done. So say ‘thank you,' Alanna.”

“Jonathan,” she whispered, knowing it was useless.

“Say ‘thank you,' Alanna,” Myles told her gently.

She looked at the others, but they weren't looking at her. They watched the Jewel, speculating or wondering, as their natures dictated. She realized then that even they had changed the way they thought about her. Only Jon met her eyes, and he would give no quarter. She
had
earned this honor. Did she really want to refuse?

“You said you wanted to be useful,” Jon pointed out.

Alanna had to grin—
trapped by my own tongue,
she thought. “Thank you, Jonathan,” she whispered.

He smiled. “You won't regret it—or at least,
I
won't.” He gathered in everyone's attention. “Let us discuss the situation in Tortall. I refer to the interesting rumor that my reign is cursed and that I will be unseated from the throne.”

“As it stands, there
is
no ‘situation,'” growled the Provost. He ran his fingers through his hair in vexation as he explained. “It's all rumor and whispers. There are no plots afoot, none that I can find. Except that Ralon of Malven is loose, and he's still got followers. When I get my hands on him, he'll give me their names.” He closed his black-gloved hands with a predator's grin.

“And Duke Roger?” asked Duke Baird.

“Innocent as a bird,” said Gary with disgust. “His every movement can be accounted for. He either studies manuscripts and scrolls with Master Lord Thom or he's in plain view of the court.”

“Does anyone watch Alex of Tirragen?” Alanna wanted to know. “He was Roger's squire.”

The Provost, Raoul, and Gary exchanged glances. “Alex we don't know about,” Gary admitted. “He locks himself for hours in his palace rooms—”

“He's in one of the old wings, where the floor plans've been lost,” the Provost explained. “It's possible there's passages in and out of there we know little of. But we've no proof, of course. Unless his Majesty gives us a King's Writ, we cannot search Sir Alexander's rooms without evidence of wrongdoin'.”

“I won't give such a writ,” Jon said. “If I give one now, with only rumor and imagination to support it, I'll issue the next one more easily. If I wantonly break into any of Alex's homes, even the one he keeps in my own palace, what is to stop me from breaking into yours? Of all my subjects, I am the one least able to break the law.”

“Let's see what the news of the Jewel does over the next few weeks,” Myles suggested. “Send out messengers, until even the children know we have it. Perhaps knowing it's in his Majesty's possession will give people confidence in his reign.”

“And we'll stay vigilant,” Gary promised. “I'd hate to learn, sixty days from now, that there is fire under all this smoke.”

They went on to other topics. It was noon by the time the meeting drew to a close. Jonathan signaled Alanna to remain behind while he showed the others out. She
obeyed, still considering all she'd heard since meeting Raoul in Port Udayapur.

Jonathan closed the door after Gary and came back to Alanna at the table. “Please don't feel that being Champion traps you in some way,” he said, somewhat concerned. “We're far past the era when a Champion had to defend the king's law with his sword. I imagine you'll have all the time in the world to continue roaming.”

Alanna smiled at him. “That's good. It's not that I don't like being at home. I just know there are places I haven't seen. I'll always be here when you need me, though.”

“That's a comfort.” An awkward silence descended until she asked, abruptly, “Are you still courting that princess I heard about—Josiane? The one I met last night?”

Jonathan blushed and shook his head. “She likes being a princess too much. And she's cruel. She hides it well, but she is.” He fiddled with the papers in front of him. “Are you jealous?” he asked sharply. “I noticed you didn't waste time finding somebody to replace
me.
Two somebodies, if you count George
and
Liam Ironarm.”

It was Alanna's turn to blush. “I'm not jealous,”
she said at last. “I just thought you had better taste.”

Jonathan stared at the table. “My offer of marriage stands, if you want.”

She looked at him. Part of her wanted to say “yes,” but it was a very small part. “I don't know if you've noticed, Jon, but we're very different people these days. I didn't realize
how
different until this council meeting.”

“It's funny,” he replied, thinking. “I look at you and realize you've been to places I'll never visit.” He smiled regretfully. “You turned into a hero when I wasn't watching.”

“Don't say that. I'm still me.” Alanna walked over to sit on the table in front of him. She took his hand, and feeling more at ease, she tickled his palm. “Jon, if we were married we'd make a mess of things. You know it as well as I do.”

Now he
did
look at her. “I don't want to go back on my word,” he explained. His eyes gave his other feelings away. “I asked for your hand—”

His obvious relief hurt, but it didn't keep her from knowing she did the right thing. “And I said no. Thank you, but no. I love you, Jon. We've been through a lot. But what we want from life—” She pointed to his papers. “You
like
this king business.
I like action. I like to say what I think.” She saw a rough sketch half hidden by other documents and pulled it free.

“Don't, you—” Jon started to say, but he was too late.

Alanna waved the drawing of Thayet in front of him, grinning wickedly. “You still want to marry
me
, Sire? Or were you just checking to see if the road is clear?”

Jonathan was beet red with embarrassment. “Don't tease. You know I'd marry you if you said ‘yes.'”

“Then thank the gods one of us has sense.” She examined the drawing closely. “Your artwork's improved. The one you did of Delia made her look like a cow.” Pursing her lips, she added thoughtfully, “Though now that I think of it, maybe that was your subject matter—”