The Gray Wolf Throne (51 page)

Cat was wearing a dress—had raisa ever seen her in a dress?—in a flouncy deep apricot that set off her dark skin.

Bangles graced both wrists, and her hair was raked back into a twist. Her lips were rouged dark as black raspberries.

raisa and her entourage skidded to a halt in front of the door.

Han bowed, and Cat managed a curtsy. “your Highness,” Han said. “Lady Tyburn and i hope you can spare a few moments.” He tilted his head toward her door. “in private?”

“L—Lady Tyburn?” raisa squinted suspiciously at the two of them. “well—a few moments, i suppose,” she said. “i had some reading to do before supper.”

They followed her into her privy chamber and waited until Mick closed the door behind them.

Magret emerged from raisa’s bedchamber. “your Highness, i expected you back sooner. i wondered if you wanted to bathe before . . .” Her voice trailed off as she set eyes on Han and Cat.

Her lips tightened into a hard line.

“i’ll bathe after dinner, thank you,” raisa said, poking through 444

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the envelopes on the tray inside the door. “you can be at leisure until then.”

“i don’t mind staying, my lady,” Magret said, raising her eyebrows extravagantly. “you might need something, or perhaps your—
guests
—might need some refreshment.”

“They won’t be staying that long,” raisa said. “They won’t need entertaining.”

Magret folded her arms. “Maybe it’s not my place, but it just isn’t safe to be in here alone with—”

“you are
dismissed
, Magret,” raisa said firmly. “i will see you after my late meeting.”

Magret stalked out, muttering something that sounded like,

“Jinxflingers and thieves. A queendom at her feet, and she consorts with jinxflingers and thieves.”

At least she was too well bred to slam the door behind her.

well, raisa thought, Micah Bayar was right about one thing—

Han Alister has no support from anyone.

“Hah!” Cat said, looking after Magret. “Most people don’t hate me until they get to know me.”

“That’s Velvet’s aunt, Maiden Magret Gray,” Han said. “She blames me for what happened to him.”

“That old fustiluggs is aunt to Velvet?” Cat rolled her eyes.

raisa dropped into a chair, suddenly exhausted and feeling besieged.
“What is it you wanted to discuss?”

“Cat wants to apply for a job,” Han said, giving Cat a nudge forward. “Don’t you?”

“A job? what kind of job?” raisa looked from Cat to Han.

Cat curtsied again, her eyes downcast. “if you please, ma’am,” she said, “i’d like to be taken on as your chambermaid.” 445

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“you? A chambermaid?” raisa said, astonished. “Ah—are you—are you qualified?”

“Ma’am, i spent a year at the Temple School at oden’s Ford,” Cat said. “And before that, i was at Southbridge Temple School, off an’ on. Speaker Jemson, he’ll give a reference. He was the one wanted me to go to oden’s Ford, so i could get on as a lady’s maid. i can get references from the Ford, only that might take a while.”

“well. Um. That’s impressive,” raisa said. “But i don’t usually do the hiring for—”

“if you like music, i’m a rum player on the basilka,” Cat rushed on. “Also the harpsichord, mandolin, the lute and recorder. And i can sing some, too.”

“Cat, it certainly sounds like you are talented—”

“Caterina,” Cat said. “That’s my given name. it goes better with the job.”

“—but there is considerable competition for these kinds of positions,” raisa went on. “My servants usually come to me with experience as a lady’s maid. why should i hire you instead?”

“well. i know i would need training in that part,” Cat said. “i know you likely don’t hire maids from ragmarket. not directly, anyway.”

“But Lady Tyburn has other talents,” Han prompted, raising his eyebrows at Cat.

“you be quiet,” raisa said to Han. She looked at Cat. “whose idea was this?” she demanded. “yours or his?”

“well, Cuffs, he asked me to apply,” Cat said. “And i thought, well it makes sense. even if it’s a wizard comes after you, blades are quicker than jinxes.”

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“what?” raisa’s head was beginning to ache.

“See, i’m the best knife-fighter in the city, now Shiv Connor’s dead,” Cat said. Long wicked blades materialized in each of her hands. “you can ask anyone.”

“we thought Catarina could be both chambermaid and bodyguard,” Han said. “Two for the price of one.”

“How many bodyguards does a body need?” raisa said, rubbing her temples. “i’ve got bodyguards stumbling all over each other.”

“we need somebody inside your room,” Han said. “After what happened to Talia and Trey, i’m thinking a guard outside your door isn’t enough. i can’t always be right next door. And, so far, all of the attempts on your life have been with conventional means. knives and swords and strangle-cords.”

“i want to hear from Catarina,” raisa said, waving a hand to hush Han. “why should i hire you?”

“well.” Cat poked at the twist on the back of her head, tucking in a curl. “you have the bluejackets as bodyguards, i know.

And Cuffs. But i think you need another blade up your sleeve.

Someone who has connections all over the city. Somebody who has an ear to the ground and knows who’s hiring bravos and who’s to be hushed. Somebody that won’t stick out in the streets.” Cat cocked her head. “But that person’s got to be able to come and go inside the palace, too. And talk to all kinds of people. And do things on the quiet that maybe you don’t want folks to know about.”

raisa frowned. “Such as?”

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if need be, putting a bribe into the right pocket or a word in the right ear at the right time.” She looked into raisa’s eyes.

“you probably don’t like the idea of doing things on the down low,” she said. “But that’s the turf you’re walking right now. you got enemies that’ll do whatever it takes to win. you got to have weapons of your own.”

raisa ran her fingers through her hair. “Unlike my enemies, i won’t do whatever it takes to win. i’m not looking to hire an assassin or thug.”

“i’m thinking more like spymaster,” Cat said.

“Cat was the one that roused all of ragmarket and Southbridge to come to the queen’s funeral,” Han said. “She had two days to do it.”

“How old are you, Catarina?” raisa asked.

Cat shook her head. “i don’t know. i’m past my name day, though,” she added, folding her arms and gripping her elbows to either side. “i’m sure of that.”

“She knows who you’re up against,” Han said, seeming to understand where raisa was going with this. “And she’s older than her years.”

“it would be a great favor to me if you’d take me on,” Cat said, drawing her brows together as she concentrated on her speech. “it would do me good to spend more time with quality.

it would help me learn about manners, politics, and such.”

“Signing on for this role is a good way to get yourself killed,” raisa said, the memory of Talia and Trey fresh in her mind. “if you want to leave the streets i can put in a word that will get you a position with almost any noble family in the Fells. you’re smart.

Given a little more polish, you’ll move up quickly.” 448

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“That’s not what i want,” Cat said stubbornly.

“She has her own reasons for wanting to help,” Han said. “if you say no, i’ll find other jobs for her to do. Likely more dangerous than this.”

raisa debated. why was Han so keen on placing his former girlfriend in her rooms? There were so many possibilties. was it really to prevent attacks by assassins? or would Cat serve as a barrier to keep the two of them—Han and raisa—apart?

would it allow him to keep better track of raisa’s move-ments while permitting him more freedom to come and go as he pleased?

She looked at Han, who stood, head cocked for her answer, absently rubbing his right wrist where the cuff used to be. His face gave her no clues.

Did she really want Cat Tyburn looking over her shoulder during her rare moments of solitude? Maybe. if it helped her stay alive.

“All right,” raisa said. “we’ll give it a try.” 449

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After three weeks on the job as raisa’s chambermaid, Catarina Tyburn still rattled around raisa’s suite like a pair of chicken-bone dice in a velvet bag. She was never still—always poking her head into the closet to make sure no one was creeping out of the tunnel, staring out the windows to spot assassins hiding in the gardens, reconnoitering with the guards in the hallway to establish that they were still alive and on guard. Her constant motion set raisa’s teeth on edge, but she knew how hard Cat was trying, and managed to restrain herself.

The maidservant part of the job went mostly neglected unless raisa asked her to do something specific. Cat simply had no clue what the job entailed. Magret Gray caught things up when Cat was away, and she never missed an opportunity to point out the novice maid’s shortcomings.

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raisa tried to concentrate on her book, but Magret’s grumbling grew louder and louder as she took a brush to the skirt.

“i’ll try the steamer, but i don’t know if i can get these wrinkles out by tonight. it’s a disgrace, sending the queen of the realm out in something that looks like it was stuffed in a drawer or crumpled up on the floor. in my day, servants took pride in the appearance of their ladies.” And so on.

raisa put a finger in her book to mark her place. “Magret? is there something you want to tell me?” she said.

“no, ma’am.” Magret continued to brush at the velvet.

“never you mind. i’ll do my best to sort this out.”

“Do you have concerns about my new chambermaid?” raisa persisted.

Magret swung around to face raisa, her hands on her for-midable hips. “your Highness, i’m wondering why she’s here, and so is everybody else. Some of us come from ragmarket, aye, but we take the long way here, working our way up with hopes of one day serving the queen and her family. All the servants are buzzing about it, but they are afraid to say anything to her for fear she’ll cut their throats.”

“really?” raisa said in a deceptively calm voice. “Since when is it the role of my servants to dither and debate over my choice of employees?”

Magret sniffed. “it’s our role to look after you, ma’am, as best we can. we want to see you well served. And it’s more work for the rest of us when she doesn’t do her job proper.” 451

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“She came recommended,” raisa said. “Maybe she has some rough edges, but—”

“who recommended her?” Magret burst out. “That blue-eyed devil lives next door? oh, he’s a handsome one, and he dresses up nice, but that doesn’t change who he is. i’ve seen the way he looks at you, your Highness. Like he’s hungry and you’re dinner.”

raisa’s cheeks heated as the blood rushed to her face. She came to her feet, fists clenched at her side. “i have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said.

“i know all about Cuffs Alister,” Magret went on. “He used to take his pick of girlies in ragmarket, breaking hearts all around.

Ladies and laundresses, it didn’t matter. why, i’ve heard stories of how—”

“Magret, Han Alister saved my life,” raisa said stiffly, resisting the temptation to put her hands over her ears. “And nearly lost his own to do it. i owe him a debt of gratitude that i can never repay.”

“well, he’ll make you pay,” Magret says. “Mark my words.

That one never does anything without weighing out the gold and figuring shares.”

“All right, you’ve warned me,” raisa said. “now that subject is closed. Let’s discuss Cat . . . arina. you are absolutely right. She does need training.” She paused, for a heartbeat. “i want you to do it.”

“Me?” Magret looked horrified. “oh, no, your Highness, i couldn’t—”

“i’m promoting you. i’m naming you Mistress of the Queen’s Bedchamber,” raisa said. “you’ll supervise my personal servants 452

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Magret pressed her lips together so whatever she was thinking wouldn’t spill out. it wasn’t hard to make a guess, though.

raisa touched Magret’s arm. “i am aware of Catarina’s shortcomings as a chambermaid. She will never be a stellar servant—that’s not what i’m looking for—but she can be improved. i’m asking you to trust me on this and do the best you can. will you do it?” Magret gazed at raisa for a long moment, then nodded grudgingly. She opened her mouth to say something else, when someone tapped at the door.

“excuse me, ma’am.” Magret went to the door.

it was Amon. raisa could see his tall frame in the doorway beyond Magret’s broad back.

Amon had asked for an audience with her. Several times. And raisa had put him off. Her instincts told her that any formal audience with Amon wouldn’t bring good news.

She resisted the urge to flee into her inner chamber and claim a headache, but he’d already seen her.

Magret turned toward raisa, a question on her face. raisa nodded wearily. “Come on in, Amon,” she said.

He entered, and raisa saw that he wore his dress blues, the Lady sword at his side.

She gestured to a chair by the windowed wall. “please. Sit down,” she said, and sat as well. “would you like anything? Some cider? Something to eat?”