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Authors: L. E. Modesitt Jr.

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“There is, better than some rooms in the hall, captain,” offered Tunbar. “Leastwise, Captain Sepko always said so. And there’s one for the guard subofficer, too.”
A faint smile crossed Spirda’s face
“Might we spend a few moments in conference, Lady Anna, before you refresh yourself for dinner?” asked Jecks.
“That might be best,” Anna said. If the older lord requested such a meeting, he had his reasons. “But I will have to groom Farinelli first.”
A frown crossed young Jimbob’s face, then vanished.
Jecks laughed, and he turned to the boy. “The palomino may be a gelding, Jimbob, but he is a raider warhorse, and none can touch him save the lady Anna. She may look like a delicate lady, but more than a few have died at her hand.”
Anna wanted to wince at that, but she understood, and only nodded slightly.
“How many, Lady Anna?” asked Jimbob.
“Best you ask how many thousands,” answered Jecks.
“No. I don’t mean with sorcery in battle.”
“She killed one man with that dagger at her belt,” said Daffyd. “Three attacked her. They all died. She also rode
two deks with a war arrow all the way through her shoulder.”
“I saw the scars,” Jecks confirmed. His eyes blazed at the boy.
“I apologize … if I have offended, Lady Anna.” Jimbob bowed again.
“Jimbob,” Anna said slowly. “Some women are weak, and so are some men. Other women are strong, and so are some men. Never assume that a woman is weak because she is a woman.”
“Some have, and they are all dead,” added Alvar. “She has stood on a broken wall and faced the Ebrans when all around her were fleeing. She walked into a hall, after killing the Prophet of Music barehanded, and faced down all the officers of Neserea.”
“If you can do that, without an army at your back, as she did,” added Jecks, “then perhaps you will deserve to inherit what she has saved for you. You may excuse yourself until dinner.”
“By your leave, Lady Anna? My lord?” Jimbob bowed, and Anna could sense the anger and humiliation.
“Jimbob …” Anna’s voice was gentle. “You will be a ruler, and we all want you to be a good ruler. Your sire’s greatest strength was his willingness to see things as they were. When he met me, he greeted me as an equal, and I wanted to help him for that kindness. To my knowledge, he was always that way, and that is why he almost accomplished the impossible. He might have, if I had known then what I know now, but I was too new to Liedwahr.” Anna paused. “He was a good man, and he would want you to be a good man also.” After a moment, she added, “You have my leave, and I look forward to seeing you later.”
The boy bowed, and Anna could still sense tears close to the surface. So she bowed slightly in return and waited until he turned and left. After a moment, Gelen eased away.
“Lady Anna?” asked Alvar.
“Please do what you have to, Alvar. You, too, Daffyd.”
She waited until Tunbar and Alvar began moving the
lancers away, and Daffyd and the players followed.
“I can see why you are effective, lady.” Jecks chuckled. “Jimbob will remember what you said, and after a bit, realize that you mean well.”
“I hope so.”
“Let us get your mount stabled.” Jecks turned and began to walk around the east side of the hall.
Anna walked after him, leading Farinelli to the stable—another stone building as dry and clean as Tirsik’s, if longer and narrower.
Farinelli’s stall was in the front, and larger than all but a handful.
There were two pages waiting as well.
“Did you have a baggage beast?” asked Jecks, as Anna began to unstrap the lutar, the saddlebags, and the light but bulkier bag that contained a single green gown—not the recital gown, but one of those she had created.
“No. There’s one gown, slippers, and riding clothes.”
“You travel like a warrior, too, like my own daughter. I’ll have to tell Jimbob that.” He turned to the pages. “Take these to the great guest quarters.”
“Not the lutar,” Anna corrected.
Jecks nodded to the pages.
Anna set the lutar case aside, then unfastened the saddle and laid the saddle on the rack. Jecks straightened it, and Farinelli neighed.
“I know,” Anna said. “You’re hungry, but you need grooming.” Then she answered Jecks. “I liked Alasia. I wish I’d had a chance to know her better.”
“She said you might save Defalk.”
Not soon enough for her, if I do,
Anna thought. “I tried.”
“You still seem to be trying.”
Anna gave a short laugh as she began to curry Farinelli.
Later, once the gelding was settled, they crossed the stone-paved expanse back toward the hall, and in the twilight, Anna could hear chickens. All halls seemed to have chickens—chickens and dust.
She stifled a sneeze, half shaking her head. “It’s so dusty
here.” The lutar case seemed heavy, but that was because she was tired.
“We had dust before in the summer, but not like this.”
Like Brill’s hall, Elheld was clean, with only a light coating of dust on the stone floor, and the lamp mantles shone, as if they had been polished for her arrival. They probably had been.
Jecks opened the heavy wooden door and beckoned. “This is my workroom.”
Anna stepped inside. The room was comparatively small, especially for a lord, no more than five or six yards square. A desk table sat before the open double windows at the right end of the study. The area directly before the door contained a small circular table and four carved wooden chairs.
“It’s not meant exactly for comfort.”
“That’s fine.” Anna sat in one of the four chairs, setting the lutar by her feet.
“I’m told you prefer water after riding.” The lord poured some from a pitcher into the goblet before Anna. “This has been orderspelled. Hyutt can do some small spells, but that is about it.” Then he filled his own goblet and sat.
“Thank you.” Anna drank most of the goblet in two swallows. “I get thirsty here.”
“How was your journey?”
“I had not realized how hard the Evult’s revenge fell on you and your lands,” Anna admitted.
“It was close enough to harvest that we did not lose too much. Three weeks earlier and we would have lost most of the crops.” Jecks offered a wintry smile. “You can see why I have mixed feelings about your … expedition. If you fail, all will be lost for Jimbob. But if you do not try, within another two years, perhaps sooner, all will be lost for Defalk. You are a stranger, and you have never seen Defalk as I have known it most of my life—with fertile fields, wide-leafed trees and orchards on the hills, rivers filled with
green water, towns and hamlets filled with laughing and happy souls.
“Even young Jimbob finds it hard to remember, for half his life has been spent in this parched land, and that is the half that he remembers.”
“I take it that tonight is purely social?”
“It would be expected.” Jecks nodded. “And, unlike many lords across Liedwahr, I have no complaints with my liege. Complaints are usually the business of such visits,” he added. “I have taken the liberty of inviting a neighbor, Lord Clethner. Will that displease you?”
Anna refilled the goblet and shook her head.
“I also have a favor to ask, a small one.” His eyes twinkled slightly.
“Oh?”
“I would like you to light the candles.”
Anna nodded. “You think a small demonstration would be in order?”
“Clethner—and even Jimbob—have trouble believing what they cannot see.”
“I can manage that. Even the Evult wouldn’t be surprised, if he’s watching.”
Jecks rose and walked to the table. There he lifted a cylindrical leather case and carried it back to Anna. “Here are the maps you requested. They are the best we have.”
“Thank you.”
“How long will you stay?” Jecks reseated himself.
“How long should I stay?” Anna countered.
“Some great lords inflict themselves on their loyal retainers for weeks.”
Anna winced. “I can’t wait much longer. How about two days?”
“With a promise to return shortly … that would suffice. Clethner will praise my luck. He has already been here two days, waiting to meet you.”
“Just my luck.”
“And his.” Jecks glanced toward the window.
“It must be getting late. I need to get ready. I would like some water … .”
“The tub is filled.” Jecks smiled. “I have heard.”
“Thank you.” Anna rose. “Until dinner.”
Jecks rose also. “Until dinner, Regent Anna.”
A
nna stretched, after having enjoyed the first hot bath in four days, and wrapped the dressing gown around her, brushing her hair back away from her face. In the dry air of Defalk, the hair she had cut short of necessity would dry quickly—she hoped.
Then she walked from the bathing chamber into the main room and studied the single gown she had brought. The simple green dress lay across the purple coverlet of the triple-width bed.
The sorceress turned and, for a moment, stood at the window, looking out across the lands shrouded in shadow, toward a reddish purple sunset that faded into dark gray and purple as she watched. Both moons were visible, but separated by half the width of the sky, with Darksong nearly at the zenith, its reddish glow like an ember in the sky.
Clearsong was almost an evening star, a point of light above the horizon.
She turned back toward the dress on the bed, then dropped into the big easy chair, wondering if Alasia or Barjim had preferred the chair, trying not to think about so many things, from Mario and Elizabetta to the expedition ahead, from the questions the disapproving presence of Gelen to the questions posed by Jimbob. Had the tutor set up the boy? Sooner or later, she’d have to do something about that—assuming she were around to do it. And then there was the question of why Jecks had stated her accomplishments
so clearly, even to the point of nearly humiliating his grandson. Was there more there than ensuring that Jimbob didn’t get an inflated opinion of himself?
Anna wanted to shake her head. Right now, she didn’t need those kinds of complications—and there was no reason to look farther, at least not until she dealt with the Evult, assuming she could, and she returned.
Finally, she rose and began to get ready.
She had dressed, and brushed her hair, and added what little makeup she had when the rap on the door was followed by a feminine voice. “Lady Anna?”
“Yes?”
“Lord Jecks would like to know if you are ready to join us, or if he should hold the dinner for a time?”
“I’ll be there shortly.”
She put on the faintest hint of lipstick—too much wouldn’t be good in this culture and it didn’t hurt to stretch her meager two tubes—checked her image in the glass, and headed for the door.
Fhurgen smiled as Anna stepped out of the room.
“You have guard duty?”
“I volunteered, lady.” The dark-haired guard paused. “That was a kind thing you did out front. With the boy.”
“I don’t know, Fhurgen. I don’t want him automatically thinking women are weak, but I also didn’t want him humiliated before me, and he still might resent me.”
“He has time to learn.”
I hope so
. “It’s hard to learn some things when you’re young and powerful, and Lord Jecks doesn’t want him to get too big for his britches.” Anna turned toward the grand staircase and Fhurgen followed.
Jecks was waiting at the foot of the staircase, with a broad smile. Definitely like Sean Connery, she decided. His eyes took in Anna, all of her, and she almost found herself blushing as the tanned and white-haired warrior extended a hand.
“It is hard to believe you are the same regent who rode in on a mighty mount.”
“I feel better,” she admitted.
“Are you hungry?”
“Very.”
Jecks escorted her along the short hall to the first door on the right, where Alvar waited. Fhurgen stationed himself by the door, his hand close to the hilt of his blade.
“This is a mighty hall,” Alvar noted, his wiry frame bowing to Anna as she entered the dining room.
“Not so mighty in these days,” answered Jecks dryly.
Anna looked to the chandeliers, unlit as Jecks had indicated.
“Would you honor us, Lady Anna?” Jecks stood back and raised his voice in asking, as if to make an announcement with his question, with only the slightest twinkle in his eye.
“I would be honored, Lord Jecks.” The sorceress smiled, hummed, hoping she had the pitch right, and sang the candle spell, with concert vigor.
Obediently, the chandelier blazed.
Jimbob’s mouth opened, but the redhead shut it quickly, his eyes flicking to his grandfather as if to ask whether Jecks had seen his astonishment, then to Gelen, standing beside the young lord. Gelen’s eyes widened, but only momentarily.
The whipcord-thin man who had moved from beside the dining table until he stood behind and to the right of Jecks nodded, as if to affirm to himself that the Regent of Defalk was indeed a sorceress.
“Thank you, Lady Anna. May you bring light—and rain—back to our lands.”
Anna inclined her head slightly. “I’ll do the best I can.”
“Knowing you, that will be good indeed.”
The sorceress wanted to squirm at what she viewed as a setup, but only smiled politely.
Jecks stepped back and gestured to the thin man with the lank brown hair. “Lady Anna, might I present Clethner, Lord of Nordland?”
“I’m pleased to meet you, Lord Clethner.”
“Clethner, Lady Anna. I am a plain man.” Clethner bowed. “You are most impressive in person.” His eyes glittered, and Anna stiffened inside.
“People expect a regent to be impressive, I’ve gathered.” She nodded politely.
“This is a small dinner, Lady Anna, in keeping with the times.” Jecks gestured. “Besides those you know, and Lord Clethner, I have also asked Herstat to join us, since I thought you might like to meet him.”
“His daughter has been very helpful.”
“She has written her sire that you have been most effective in reorganizing the accounts, and that you have suggested major improvements in holding accounts.” Jecks shook his head slightly, reminding Anna once again of the combination of Robert Mitchum and Connery.
Careful … you can’t think like that, not now.
“A sorceress who can improve accounts and who is deadly with both spells and daggers, and who rides a raider beast no one else can touch?” Clethner laughed, a gentle laugh. “You are the stuff of legends, Lady Anna.”
“I doubt that.”
I couldn’t be, not a country girl from Cumberland, Kentucky.
“If you would do the honor?” Jecks inclined his head toward the table.
Anna smiled and eased herself toward the table, finding she was seated at the head, with Jecks at her left, and Jimbob at her right. Clethner sat beside Jecks, and Alvar beside Jimbob, with Daffyd flanking Clethner and Spirda flanking Alvar. Gelen was seated beside Daffyd and Herstat beside Spirda.
“Before we begin … although it is not customary, I would like to propose a toast for the honor we have in our regent visiting us.” Jecks lifted his goblet. “To the regent! To her success in restoring Defalk to health and honor.”
“To the regent,” echoed the others.
Anna worried more about the honor part than the health part. Honor among men was a nebulous concept, often continually redefined. She held back a snort. She should complain,
when all too often she’d found women—like Dieshr—had no concept of honor at all. Either way, restoring honor was a chancy business.
The whole business of being a regent was chancy, and getting chancier.
She smiled.

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