Magic's Pawn (18 page)

Marble? You’re
beautiful,
you’re bright, you’re everything I’d ever ask for - you think I can stay here and not want you? Good gods, I
won’t
take advantage of an innocent, but what you’re asking of me would try the control of a saint!”

“You don’t understand. I
know
what I’m asking,” Vanyel replied, catching his wrist again before he could get up and stalk off into the dark. “I
do
know.”

Tylendel shook his head violently and looked away.

“ ‘Lendel - look at me,” Vanyel pleaded, pouring his heart out in a confession he’d never have dared to make before this. “Listen - I don’t like girls either. I’m
not
an innocent, I know what I want, ‘Lendel, please, listen - I’ve been - rl’ve
bedded
enough of them to know that they don’t do anything for me. It’s - about as mechanical as dancing, or eating. They just don’t
mean
anything to me.”

Tylendel stopped trying to pull away, and turned a face to Vanyel that was so full of dumbfounded surprise that the younger boy had to fight hysterical laughter.

“And I do? You - “ Tylendel began, then his face hardened. “Don’t play with me, Vanyel. Don’t toy with me. I’ve had that game played on me once already - and I don’t want to hear you crying to Savil in the morning that I seduced you.”

Vanyel bit his lip, and looked directly into Tylendel’s eyes, pleadingly. “I’m not playing, ‘Lendel. Please.” He felt his eyes sting, and this time didn’t try to hide the two tears that spilled down his raw cheeks. “I - I’ve been thinking about this for a long while. Almost since I got here, and they - told me about you. And you never laughed at me. You - were - kind to me. You kept being kind to me even when I was pretty rude. It meant a lot to me. And I didn’t know how to thank you. I - started feeling - things around you. I was scared. I didn’t dare let you guess. I didn’t want to admit what I wanted; now I do.”

The older boy looked at him sideways. “Which is?”

Vanyel gulped. “I want to be with you, ‘Lendel. And if you go - I won’t have any choice but the ice - “

Once again Tylendel cupped his face between his strong hands, and gently brushed the tears away with hesitant fingers. He stared deeply into Vanyel’s eyes for so long, and so searchingly, that Vanyel thought he surely must be reading right down to the depths of his soul. Vanyel held his gaze, and tried to make his own eyes say that he meant every word he’d said. Tylendel finally nodded, once, slowly.

Then he reached out, quite deliberately, and snuffed the candle before taking Vanyel back into his arms.

It was very dark; no light outside, no sound but the rain falling. After a moment, Tylendel chuckled with what sounded like surprise, and said softly into Vanyel’s ear, “I’m beginning to wonder just who’s taking advantage of who, here.”

Then, a bit later, another chuckle to tell Vanyel that he was teasing. “Move over, you selfish little peacock, I’m about to freeze to death.”

Then no words at all.

Then again, they didn’t need words.

The halls were totally deserted, chill, and lit by lamps that were slowly flickering out as they used up the last of the night’s oil. Savil’s slow, weary footsteps echoed before and behind her without disturbing so much as a spider. At one point on the long walk back to her quarters from the Council Chamber, Savil wasn’t entirely certain she was going to make it. She was so damned tired she was about ready to give up and lie down in the middle of the cold hall.

I’m getting too old for this,
she told herself.
No more younglings after this lot. I can’t take the emotional ups and downs. And I truly cannot take these all-night sessions with a lot of stubborn old goats.

She grinned a little ironically at herself.

Of which I am one of the most stubborn. But gods
-
hours like this are for the young. I
hurt.
And I think I’m going to beg off ‘Lendel’s weather working lesson today, else my bones are going to ache more. Gods bless - the door at last.

She pushed open the door to the suite; Tylendel had left a night-candle burning, but it, too, was guttering. No matter, there was the pearly gray light of an overcast dawn creeping in through the windows of her room, the lifebonded’s, and Tylendel’s -

She froze. Tylendel’s bed was unoccupied; she could see it through the door.

Don’t panic, old woman
- she cautioned herself.
Just do a bit of a trace, first
-
you’ve shared magic; you ‘ve got the line to his mind. See where it leads.

She found the little energy-link that said
Tylendel
and followed it back to where Tylendel himself was. It wasn’t very far. Still in the suite, in fact. In Vanyel’s room.

Vanyel’s
room?

Her first reaction was to fling the door open and demand to know what was going on. Her second was to chuckle; with aura overtones like
that
she bloody well
knew
what was going on!

But -
Vanyel?
Gods have mercy. No sign he was
shay ‘a ‘chern
-

Then again, given Withen’s prejudices, he
might
have feared for a long time that the boy was fey. And Withen’s answer to that fear would have been -

Exactly what he’d been doing. Keeping the boy sheltered at home rather than fostering him out and trying to shove him in the direction Withen wanted. Trying to force the boy into a mold he was totally unsuited for. And he also might well have protected the boy from even the
idea
that same-sex pairings were possible. So the boy himself wouldn’t have known what he was - until he first found out about ‘Lendel.

Which answered a great many questions indeed. The question now was - what had led to this, and what was it going to mean for the future?

She took a deep breath of the chilly, damp air, and groped her way back to her own room. No use rushing things; questioning could be done just as easy with herself lying in her own warm bed. Easier, actually, given
how she felt.

She stripped herself down to the skin, promised her weary bones a bath
later,
and dragged on a bedgown before crawling into the blankets. The
warm
blankets, and she blessed Tylendel’s thoughtfulness for putting the warming spell on her bed before he’d taken to his own. Or - whatever.

She settled herself comfortably, and reached out a thin tendril of Mindspeech in Private-mode. If the imp was awake-

He was.

:Savil?:
came the sleep-blurred thought, dense with a feeling of contentment.
–

.Thought I heard you come in. Found me, hmm?:

:Aye. And I have a pile of questions.:
She shifted herself until her left shoulder stopped aching quite so much.
:The only important one is, how did you talk him into it?:

:I
didn’t. It was all Van’s idea.:

She almost lost the Mindspeech thread with her start of surprise, and had to grope after it.
:Sounds like I really missed something! What in the name of the Havens
happened
last night?:

:Too much to talk about now.:
There were overtones of mental and physical weariness to his Mind-voice.
:But he’s going to be all right, Savil. We did more than - just the physical. I think we must have talked for hours, before and after. He handed me the key to himself, and he
wanted
me to have it.:

She raised a sardonic mental eyebrow.
:’Lendel
-
I
don’t want to drench you with cold water, but may I remind you of what happened the
last
time morning arrived with you in someone else’s bed?:

:It ‘s all right, Savil, it really is this time.:
A feeling of faint surprise.
:You know, you ‘re always teasing me about falling in love - but - I don’t know, this feels different. :

Savil snorted.
:Right; it always does. No, don’t let an old cynic disturb you.:

:Teacher
-
I
think this is going to be something more than just a one-time; I think he needs me.:

:Oh, Havens. All right, if that’s the way you think it’s going - just let me know in the morning if you plan to move in with him. Or him with you, though his is the better chamber. We could use a spare for guests.:

Flavor of laughter like crisp apples.
:You just want my room back. :

:If you aren’t using it - seriously, ‘Lendel, this is important. I
want
to have a long talk with him when I get up, and I want you there. He really should know what he’s letting himself in for as
shay’a’chern.
I
don’t think we should let that get out, and I’ll Mindspeak with you on that before we talk with him. Hmm
-
cancel your classes this morning; I’m too tired, and I have the feeling you weren’t exactly early to sleep:

Another apple-feeling of laughter, and the mind-link faded. And she let exhaustion pull her down into a slumber that she really didn’t
want,
not anymore.

One last thought before sleep came.

Great good gods, what am I going to tell Withen ?

Tylendel raised himself up on his elbow and looked down at the slumbering boy beside him. Rest had repaired the damages that several hours of soul-wrenching weeping had done to Vanyel’s face; relaxed, and with all his barriers down, he looked as innocent as an unawakened child -

- which he was, as Tylendel now knew quite intimately,
not.
Not in any way; except, perhaps, his vulnerability.

“Van,” he whispered, touching his shoulder, and feeling just a faint chill of apprehension despite his words to his mentor, “can you wake up a little?”

Vanyel stirred, wrinkled his nose, and half-opened his eyes. And when he saw who was beside him, he smiled with heart-stopping sweetness. With all his masks gone, he was as charming as he was beautiful.

“Hmm?” he said, blinking, as Tylendel felt a surge of relief and gratitude that this was
not
going to be a repeat of the infamous Nevis affair.

“Want a roommate?”

“You - why?”

He grinned; he knew now that you had to
show
Van that something was a joke, or often he’d taken it seriously. “Savil seems to want my room back - for guests, she says. Besides, I like your company.”

Vanyel’s reply, though not verbal, was a definite and unmistakable affirmative.

“We have,” Savil said dryly, “several problems, here.”

She’d had that Mindspeech conference with Tylendel as she’d gotten herself put together for the day. Nice thing, Mindspeech; let you cover more than one thing at once. And after giving it thorough consideration while she bathed, she decided to have her “little talk” with Vanyel in
his
room. With any luck, he’d feel less threatened there.

She did usurp the most comfortable chair in the room, though.
The privilege of age,
she told herself, waiting for the two young men to settle themselves. Without seeming to consult about it, Tylendel sat on the edge of the bed, and Vanyel arranged himself cross-legged on the floor at his feet.

And the flexibility of youth. Would that I could still do that!
The body language gave her spirits a lift, though; the way Vanyel had positioned himself was interesting. At Tylendel’s feet, below both her head and his lover’s. That could well show he’d given up that pose of arrogant superiority. Very interesting.

I
wonder if having a steady lover at his side might well give ‘Lendel something to think about besides his twin and that damned feud. On the other hand
-
this lad’s been so affection-starved
-
this could be another sort of trouble.

“Yes, indeed, we have quite a few little problems here,” she repeated.

Tylendel nodded at her words; Vanyel looked puzzled, at first, then thoughtful.

“The first problem and the one that’s going to tie in to all the others, Vanyel, is your father.” She paused, and Vanyel bit his lip. “I’m sure that you realize that if he finds out about this, he is going to react badly.”

Vanyel coughed, and bowed his head, hiding his face for a moment. When he looked back up, he was wearing a weary, ironic half-smile; a smile that had as much pain in it as humor. It was, by far and away, the most open expression Savil had ever seen him wear.

“ ‘Badly’ is something of an understatement, Aunt,” he replied, rubbing his temple with one finger. “He’ll - gods, I can’t predict what he’ll do, but he’ll be in a rage, that’s for certain.”

“He’ll pull you home, Van,” Tylendel said in a completely flat voice. “And he can do it; you’re not of age, you aren’t Chosen, and you aren’t in Bardic.”

“And
I
can’t protect you,” Savil sighed, wishing that she could. “I can stall him off for a while, seeing as he officially turned guardianship of you over to me, but it won’t last more than a couple of months. Then - well, I’ll give you my educated guess as to what Withen will do. I
think
he’ll put you under house arrest long enough for everybody to forget about you, then find himself a compliant priest and ship you off to a temple. Probably
one far
away, with very strict rules about outside contact. There are, I’m sorry to say, several sects who hold that
shay’a’chern
are tainted. They’d be only to happy to ‘purify’ you for Withen and Withen’s gold. And under the laws of this kingdom, none of us could save you from them.”