The Devil's Concubine (21 page)

Lady Beatrice stared at her as if she had grown two heads. “King Andor was

right. The fear has turned your mind!”

Aliya’s amusement vanished abruptly. “Posh! I am not afraid of Talin. I do not

think I ever was. If I had not been so terrified of flying through the air I think I would have been far more thrilled than frightened when he captured me so daringly and

snatched me right from under father’s nose. It was … romantic.”

“Romantic!” Lady Leesa gasped. “You have been listening to far too many

bard’s tales! Was it not romantic enough to suit you to have the rulers of so many

kingdoms vying for your hand in combat?”

Aliya gave her a look. “That was politics and I do not find politics particularly

romantic since it is all about lands and money and allies when there is war. To be sure, if it had not been Talin and instead was someone not nearly as handsome, brave, and sweet, I probably would not have thought it was romantic to be a captive bride, but it
was
Talin.

And although I have given it a great deal of thought, I am not convinced I would have been as content with the man who won me by ‘right of might.’ At least four were either far too old to compete themselves, or infirm, and what if their champion had won the

day?”

She shook her head at her ladies. “I was born to my station, but I am still a

woman. I would have done my duty, but I would not have been content. I know father

wanted to settle me well, and he is unhappy now, and angry. But I think if he saw that I am happy and well treated and respected he would not make war. That is all I wanted to do--speak to him and try to settle the dispute between Talin and my father peacefully.

“I could not leave Talin now if I wanted to. And I do not want to.”

Her ladies exchanged a glance. “You could not make peace by telling your father

that. You have no idea how grieved and enraged he was when he discovered that you had been taken by one of the very devils he despises so much. The only thing that
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appease your father is if you returned to him, begged for his forgiveness, and agreed to wed whomever he could negotiate a marriage with.”

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Aliya merely stared at her two ladies, whom she had long thought of as friends,

numb with shock as what they told her sank slowly into her mind and feeling as if she had never truly known any of the people she had cared for.

“It seems unfair, I know, when it was not your fault, but such is the way of the

world. A woman must always take the blame. It is the woman who is defiled and then

despised for it. And the unnaturals are so hated, it would almost have been better if he had been one of our own kind,” Lady Beatrice spoke earnestly. “There are those who

would still be willing to wed you still--after a suitable time, of course, once it is seen that you do not carry the seed of these abominations.”

Aliya found she could not even catch her breath. Hurt and anger mingled so

liberally inside of her she wasn’t certain which was uppermost, but she felt as if she had been battered physically, not just verbally. “You are saying my father...?” she asked faintly.

Lady Leesa took her cold hand. “He mourns you as one lost to him.”

“He would rather I was dead?” Aliya asked in disbelief.

“You
are
dead to him if you choose his enemies, for he has made an oath that he will not rest until he has cleansed the land of these creatures … and their kin.”

Aliya retreated into her own thoughts, hardly aware of her ladies as they helped

her dress and then settled her on a bench and combed and arranged her hair. When they had finished, she dismissed them.

Once they had gone, she moved to the window that looked down upon the

courtyard and stood peering down at the practice field, wondering if Talin was among his men. She did not see him.

The maids who had served her until Talin had raided her father’s palace to bring

her own maids to her, came into the room to clean up. Moving away from the window,

she settled in the chair near the hearth and watched them absently while their worked. “Is the king in the great hall?” she asked finally.

Both maids stopped and looked at her and then abruptly bobbed a curtsey. “He

has left the castle, your grace,” the younger of the two volunteered.

Aliya managed a faint smile of apology. “I am sorry that I did not ask before--by

what name are you known?”

The girl smiled back at her shyly, but somewhat nervously. “I am called Lilith.”

“How pretty! And you?”

The older girl blushed. “Maida.”

“You are certain that he left the palace, Lilith?”

“Aye, your grace. Talk is we are at war and he has gone to oversee the

fortifications of his other holdings.”

Disappointment filled Aliya. “Then he is not likely to return for many days,” she

said, more to herself than the maids, who merely shrugged uncomfortably.

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It would almost have been better, she thought, if there had not been a very good

reason why he had left, matters of state that required his attention, for then she would have had a better idea of whether she, or rather their argument, had had anything to do with his decision. As it was, she couldn’t begin to guess. To her, it seemed Talin was not the sort ever to delegate those things he considered of utmost importance. He

preferred to ensure that all was done exactly as he wanted it done by overseeing it

personally and not relying on reports and couriers and the like.

It was not the way her father did things, and she had thought it peculiar at first,

but it seemed to her that Talin had no difficulty maintaining his authority despite that penchant. Moreover, it was patently clear that he was very dear to his people, that they felt a bond with him, even as their ruler, that her father did not with his own people.

How well, she wondered, had she really known her father?

It was true that he was tied up with affairs of state more often than not and spent

little time with her beyond those occasions when they were together in formal settings, but she could not recall that he had ever lost his temper with her. He had always seemed so kind, so patient, even when she was a young child. He had not showered her with a great deal of affection. Physical displays of affection were so rare than she was almost as stunned as she was thrilled when he kissed her cheek or forehead, or patted her hand, but he had always been generous with his gifts. She could not even think of anything that she had wanted at any time that had not been promptly given.

Where had the cold, unfeeling, merciless man that her ladies described been

hiding all this time?

Her mind simply could not seem to grasp that he had disowned her, and only

because she had been taken captive by a man he considered his enemy and ‘soiled’ by

that man’s touch? She was condemned and despised on assumptions?

It happened to be true, now, but she had a feeling that it would have been the

same if she had been returned to him a maiden still.

The love she had always believed was hers, unconditionally, had vanished in a

puff of smoke. She felt more lost and confused than hurt. She supposed the real pain would come later, once the shock had worn off, but she was having trouble even dealing with the shock.

Shaking off her thoughts as the maids finished and turned to go, she addressed

them again. “Do you know who did the shutters?”

Lilith nodded. “The master carpenter, Silo by name.”

“Would you ask him to come to speak with me about the shutters?”

“Right away, your grace,” the girl said, bobbing a curtsey and scurrying from the

room.

When the maids had left, she rose and moved to the door, moving along the hall

until she reached the next room, where her ladies had been settled. Pushing the door open, she went in and examined it. It was about half the size of the room she had been sharing with Talin, but when she moved to the windows, she discovered that the only two the room boasted looked out over the courtyard. “I expect this room was intended to be the queen’s room, but I believe I would like to use it as a solar,” she announced to no one in particular. “The view is … more to my liking and the windows are facing south so

they will catch light most of the day.”

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She turned and studied Lady Leesa and Lady Beatrice for a moment. “You

should gather your belongings and go to the housekeeper for other accommodations.”

A man who appeared around middle age appeared at the door, drawn to the room,

she supposed, by the sound of voices. She saw that he was carrying a tablet of some sort, or a book with loose pages carefully tucked between the hard backing. “You sent for me, your grace?” he asked, bowing when she turned to acknowledge his presence.

Aliya beamed at him. “You are Silo? The master carpenter?”

He bowed again. “At your service, your grace.”

“I would like these shutters removed,” she said, gesturing toward the windows.

“They have a very pleasant view and it is far too gloomy in the palace with all of the windows covered. I have decided to make this my solar, and will need the beds removed and replaced with some comfortable benches. Perhaps a day bed, as well--oh, and a

comfortable chair for Talin in case he decides to join me here sometime.”

She glanced at her ladies. “When you speak to the housekeeper, have her send

along the maids best at stitching. I will require pillows and cushions to add comfort.”

“And stools,” she added to Silo as she turned and headed out of the door.

He followed her, looking a little bewildered.

Pausing on the threshold, Aliya surveyed the room critically. “It is so gloomy in

here. It must distress Talin! He was accustomed to the room being light and airy.” She glanced at Silo apologetically. “He knows I find the prospect from the windows very

unnerving, for I am accustomed to plains, not mountains. But there are two windows that look out over the practice field and the wall. Those need not be shuttered at all, and I am thinking that, perhaps, you could shutter only the lower half of the other windows, for I am very short and would not have to face the intimidating view myself. And it would

allow a good deal more light into the room.”

Silo surveyed her as if judging her height and moved to the windows she’d

indicated. After studying them for several moments, he nodded. “We will have to take them down to cut them and move the hinges lower. Perhaps it would be best to begin

with the solar? Then we can complete the work there and you would be comfortable

while we worked in here.”

“A very good suggestion,” Aliya agreed, smiling. “Do you think that you could

have all of this done by the time the king returns?” she asked, wondering if the man

might have some idea of how long Talin would be gone.

Silo frowned thoughtfully. “It would not take long to take down the shutters and

remove the furnishings that are there--a few hours only. I have several new benches that I can show you. If you like them they would be a start on refurnishing the room. If it meets your approval, then we could start in here the following morning. The king has gone to check the defenses on his other holdings and most likely will not be back for at least two or three days.”

As disappointing as it was that he would be gone so long, it wasn’t nearly as bad

as she had thought. “Wonderful! He will be pleased, don’t you think?” she asked

hopefully.

Silo grinned. “I am sure of it, your grace.”

He had already begun to turn away to rush off when he frowned and turned back.

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on, but he said that it was for you and it seems it would be best to consult you about them anyway.”

Aliya stared at him in surprise when he opened the book he was carrying, glanced

around and then moved to a table to spread out the drawings inside. Embarrassment

flooded her when she saw her crude drawing on top of the stack, especially when she saw his neat, carefully drawn sketches beneath. “This has presented a challenge, your grace, a real challenge. The king brought this to me and said he knew that you missed your

garden and he wanted to please you by building one here, but we are very high--very high and this is not good for plants because the nights are very cool, the winters long and spring very short. Added to that, you are naturally uncomfortable about being so high.

But I believe I have come up with something that will work very well all the way around.

“It would be very small,” he added uncomfortably, “at least at first, but if it does

as well as I hope and you are happy with it, we can always enlarge it later and there would be room even in the small area to erect a small sitting area with an arbor as you have drawn here,” he ended, tapping at the picture.

From out of no where tears arose, flooding Aliya’s eyes and making the drawing

waver. “He asked you to build a garden for me?” she asked disbelievingly. “When?”

Silo stared at her in dismay for several moments and scratched his chin uneasily.

“Not long after you came. He was very anxious to make you feel comfortable. He said that he knew it was very different for you here and that you missed the things familiar.

Uh--you are not pleased with the drawings?”

Aliya sniffed, brushed away the tears that were blinding her and nodded. “Yes.