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  “When a man was hunted down and executed by a Warlord Prince, his ring finger and his ring, drained of power, were sent back to his family.” Usually the hunt was done because the bastard’s offense had been “forgiven” by a twisted Queen. But one way or another, the people of Dena Nehele got justice—and the fingers were an assurance that no one needed to worry about the bastard coming back to hurt them again.

  He wasn’t going to share that part with the men who served Kermilla. That would tell them too clearly what Talon thought of her, and they might try to convince her to go back to Dharo and her safe little village.

  “Mother Night,” Jhorma said softly. “I didn’t meet them. I gathered from Bardoc that those two were little pricks, but surely escorting a Queen traveling in a questionable part of town shouldn’t warrant execution.”

  “It didn’t. This did.” Theran handed the paper to Jhorma—and watched the man pale.

  “Can you verify they tried to do this?” Jhorma asked.

  “Talon wouldn’t have executed them if he wasn’t sure of their intentions.” And he would have been sure after he ripped open Garth and Brok’s inner barriers and got the truth from their own minds.

  No, Talon would have been certain even before he took that action. The confirmation from their own minds before the execution was only a formality.

  “They were hers.” Trae looked sick and confused. “She’d gone to meet them and found out Talon had taken them away. On the ride back here, she kept saying he had no right to touch a male who belonged to her.”

  They couldn’t belong to her. Theran’s stomach rolled. Not the same way I do. She couldn’t mean that. How could I belong to a Queen who would claim men capable of raping a child? Trae’s mistaken. Or he’s lying. He has to be.

  “Are we talking about Prince Talon, Lady Cassidy’s Master of the Guard?” Jhorma sounded wary.

  “Yes.” Theran’s stomach rolled again. He knew exactly why Talon had left the fingers here instead of on their father’s doorstep—because he, as the ruler of this town, should have exiled Garth and Brok for breaking the Queen’s command.

  “Do you have anyone who could deliver this to the Warlords’ family?” Trae asked.

  Theran shook his head.

  “Then I’ll do it for you.”

  Theran looked at Trae with grudging respect. He’d thought of Kermilla’s escorts as useless appendages, unwanted chaperons who restricted what he could say to his lover—and to the woman who should rule his people. But these men were First Circle. If they’d been home, they would be taking care of the business of the court, just like Cassidy’s First Circle did.

  Offering to take the box to the Warlords’ father was a kindness he hadn’t expected from Kermilla’s present court.

  “Take Laska with you,” Jhorma said. “There has been enough death over a foolish decision, and I don’t imagine anyone reacts well when they receive one of those boxes—unless they’re truly relieved to receive it.”

  “Thank you.” Theran nodded at the paper Jhorma still held. “You can give him that too. He should know why his sons were forfeit.”

  As soon as Jhorma and Trae left, Theran called in a bottle of brandy. He had downed his first large glass before Kermilla stomped daintily into the room.

  “Did Trae tell you about the dreadful thing that happened in town today?” Kermilla put her hands on her hips and looked stern. “You should tell Talon he has no business interfering with this town. You rule here.”

  “Garth and Brok are forfeit, Kermilla. There is nothing anyone can do about that.”

  “You have to do something! They’re mine, Theran. They’re—”

  “Dead.” Hell’s fire. He hadn’t meant to be that blunt.

  She paled. Pouring more brandy in the glass, he guided her to a chair. “Drink this.” He waited until she chugged the brandy. “I’m sorry, Kermilla, but Garth and Brok are dead. They were executed.”

  She gasped for air, then wailed, “Why?”

  He pulled up a footstool and sat in front of her. “They went to a landen’s house with the intention of raping the wife and daughter. That’s unforgivable, even here where we’ve forgotten so much of the Old Ways of the Blood.”

  “They wouldn’t do that,” Kermilla protested.

  She didn’t believe them capable of that obscenity. She hadn’t realized what kind of men they were when she’d claimed them. Thank the Darkness for that. “They did.”

  Calling in a small, lace-edged handkerchief, she looked at him with big blue eyes and sniffled, turning an ordinary body sound into something feminine and delicate.

  “What about Correne?” Kermilla asked. “I know she went off with you this morning, which is very naughty of you, Theran. She hasn’t had her Virgin Night yet. She shouldn’t go anywhere with a man without a chaperon.”

  “I took her home,” Theran said quietly. “She’s back in her home village now.”

  “Why? She was my only friend here. My only female friend,” she added hastily when he stiffened.

  He took the glass from her and set it on the table next to the chair. Then he took her hands. “She wasn’t a friend to you, although she hid her intentions well.”

  She jerked her hands out of his. “Whatever are you talking about? Of course she’s my friend.”

  The headache was still there, gnawing inside his skull. So he spoke without softening the blow. “Because of her, you made enemies at dinner the other night.” He pulled back. He should have asked this question before. He had asked this question before. But not so bluntly that he would have to have an answer. “Maybe I’ve presumed too much from your staying here after Cassidy moved her court to Eyota. If I have, I apologize. I thought you were willing to become the Queen here next spring. I thought you had stayed to learn what the people here need from their Queen. I’ve been bringing influential people here to meet you so that they would support your intention to rule.”

  “What influential people?” Kermilla snapped. “There are only a handful of aristo families in this town and I’m not allowed to go anywhere else.”

  “Influential doesn’t always mean aristo,” Theran said, tightening the leash on his temper. “Ferall is an example. He’s a savage fighter, and he’s respected by other Warlord Princes and the surviving Queens because of it.”

  “He wasn’t very nice at dinner.”

  Kermilla stuck out her lower lip. The pout usually made him think of carnal things he’d like to do with her. Today, with his head pounding unmercifully, it just made her mouth look puffy and unattractive.

  “You should have slapped Correne down when she made that remark about Cassidy.”

  “Well, she was called Lady Freckledy.”

  “That doesn’t matter. She wasn’t the Queen of a Territory then. Ferall didn’t join Cassidy’s court and he may not serve her directly, but he was insulted on her behalf. When you did nothing, you lost his support—and the support of the other three Warlord Princes who came with him. That means you lost the support of any of the Queens who pay attention to how Ferall reacts to people who might have great influence in our land.”

  “Why should he be insulted? You just said he wasn’t hers.”

  “You don’t know what it’s like to live under a bad Queen. I believe you would be a better Queen for Dena Nehele, but Cassidy has been making an effort to help the people, and the Queens and Warlord Princes are paying attention. They aren’t interested in parties and concerts, Kermilla. They’re interested in a harvest that will feed everyone through the winter.”

  “You just don’t want to have any fun.”

  “Fun is a luxury we can’t afford yet.” He took her hands again. “And there are some other things the people can’t afford yet. I got the bills from the merchants today.”

  “Oh, Theran. You’re not going to grumble about that too.”

  He released her hands and moved away from her, needing some distance. “I told the merchants I would pay what was on these bills and nothing mo
re.”

  She stared at him, clearly hurt and insulted.

  “I’m sorry, Kermilla, but the shops you’ve been patronizing have fulfilled their tithes until next spring. All the tithes. Not just what would have come to me as income, but also what should have gone into the town’s treasury to pay the guards and maintain the basic necessities of the town itself.”

  “Can’t you pay it?” she asked in a small voice.

  “With what?” Thank the Darkness she didn’t know about the treasure Cassidy had found in the attics here. “I have enough money from my family to pay for the servants and start doing some repairs here.”

  “But you live in a mansion.”

  “This spring was the first time I set foot in this house. My family hasn’t lived here for generations. Couldn’t live here because the Territory Queen had claimed it for herself.”

  She looked around the room, as if casting about for something she could understand.

  For a moment, he thought she was going to ask him to sell off some of the furnishings in order to pay for another damn dress. But she looked at him with a tiny frown. “Can’t you raise the tithes?”

  “And give more people a reason to leave?” He raked his hand through his hair. “Have you paid any attention when we went driving around the town? Have you noticed all the empty houses and empty shops?”

  “Yes.” Her frowned deepened. “Grayhaven is the important town. Why aren’t there more people living here?”

  “Because they’re dead.”

  Her eyes filled with tears. Her lower lip quivered.

  He closed his eyes for a moment to regain control.

  She’s young, inexperienced. She’s lived in a safe little village her whole life. Sweet Darkness, please let her understand this time.

  “Half the Blood in Dena Nehele were destroyed by that witch storm that ripped through the Realms a couple of years ago. Then the landens rose up against us, and half of the survivors died. Do you understand, Kermilla? For every four Blood who were alive three years ago, only one of us is left.”

  She stared at him, her face wiped clean of all expression.

  Returning to the footstool, he sat and faced her again. “I can’t give you what I don’t have. I think you can be a good Queen, but you’ve let a few questionable companions persuade you into making bad decisions. You’ve lost the respect of some powerful men because of it.”

  “Theran, I’m truly sorry. I didn’t know how bad it’s been for all of you.”

  Why not? he wondered. I’ve been telling you since the first time we took a drive around the town.

  “I guess I didn’t understand that things would be so different here. That ruling would be so different here.”

  Theran’s heart pounded. She sounded regretful, almost apologetic.

  “I’ll do better,” Kermilla said in a subdued voice. “I promise.”

  He kissed the back of her hand, then said with all the conviction he could put in his voice, “We can have a good life, Kermilla. It’s just going to take time and work.”

  Nodding, she pulled away from him gently and left the room. She didn’t join them for dinner that night, which he didn’t think odd, but he did regret that her door remained locked to him when he tapped on it later that night.

  And he tried not to think about the sounds he’d heard a moment before he knocked. Sounds an aural shield could have politely hidden if she hadn’t wanted anyone to hear.

  Sounds that indicated she’d found consolation with someone else that night.

  CHAPTER 22

  TERREILLE

  Standing in the doorway of the dining room, Dryden announced, “Princes Ferall, Rikoma, Elendill, and Hikaeda have arrived. I have put them in the visitors’ parlor.”

  Ranon almost spit a mouthful of coffee across the table. “They’re here already?” When he’d suggested they come in the morning, he hadn’t expected the four men to arrive this early.

  Wiping his mouth with a napkin, he pushed away from the table. “Thank you, Dryden. I’ll be there in a minute.”

  “It will be fine, Ranon,” Powell said. He was the only other person left at the table.

  “Will it?” Not knowing if Ferall now served Kermilla and was here as her eyes and ears made Ranon edgy. That uncertainty had gnawed at him ever since he’d agreed to this visit.

  “They’ll see what they want to see. Show them the village. Show them the people. That’s all you can do. I’ll inform Maydra that we will have four guests for the midday meal.”

  “Where is Cassie?” Ranon asked.

  “I believe she went upstairs to change clothes.”

  Ranon hurried to the visitors’ parlor. The four men hadn’t taken a seat. When he walked in they were doing a slow prowl around the room, looking a little baffled.

  “Good morning,” he said.

  Ferall nodded, as did Rikoma and Elendill. Hikaeda smiled and said, “Have we come to the right place, Ranon? When we arrived at the landing web and asked for the Queen’s residence, we were directed here.”

  “Used to be a boardinghouse, so it has a big dining room and kitchen, several parlors, and sufficient bedrooms and bathrooms for the Queen and some of her court, as well as rooms for special guests. Also has enough land for a big kitchen garden, herb garden, and flower gardens, plus some ground Gray says will suit the honey pears.” Ranon shrugged. “It’s not a typical building for a Queen’s residence, but it pleases Lady Cassidy.”

  As they took another look around the room, Ranon felt his shoulders tighten, even though feeling defensive was foolish. The furniture was old but clean and polished. The room had the scent of a place that was cared for. And the fact that the Queen wasn’t buying new furniture to impress visitors while the people were still struggling to have enough clothes and a decent pair of shoes was something her court would not apologize for. To anyone.

  Footsteps. Female voices.

  Cassidy suddenly appeared in the doorway wearing shortened trousers and a shirt that looked like she’d rescued it from the rag bag. Probably the same rag bag where she got the cloths that were stuffed into the bucket she was holding.

  “Ranon, Dryden said . . .” She looked at the other four men in the room and her hazel eyes widened. “Oh, Hell’s fire. Is that today?”

  “It appears we have come at an inconvenient time,” Ferall said stiffly.

  “No, you haven’t,” Cassidy said, stepping farther into the room. “No. My apologies, gentlemen. We’ve had several families come to the village, and we’ve been working to get them settled into their new homes. Between that and the work in the shops and trying to get the Healing House and Shira’s residence set up, I lost track of the days.”

  “Cassie, if we’re going to get the last rooms in the Healing House cleaned out properly so Shira can start working there, we’re going to need—Oh.”

  Another tall, big-boned woman with a long, plain face, freckles, and red hair stepped into the room.

  “Gentlemen, this is my mother, Devra.”

  Four Warlord Princes tipped their heads in a respectful bow.

  “We are honored by the introduction,” Ferall said.

  “Cassie, give me the bucket.” Devra wrapped her hand around the handle. “You’re needed here. Besides, you’ve been working too hard lately.”

  “I have not.” Cassidy tightened her own grip on the bucket.

  “Yes, you have. Even your father thinks so.”

  “Haven’t been working any harder than the rest of you.”

  Devra narrowed her eyes. “Daughter, you fell asleep in the middle of drum practice last night. That should tell you something.”

  “We promised to work only half a day today,” Cassidy protested.

  Devra gave him a stern look. “Ranon.”

  He raised his hands in surrender. “No. With all respect, Devra, I am not getting in the middle of this.”

  “When we made this appointment with Ranon, he did tell us that the Queen may not be available,” Hikaed
a said.

  “See?” Cassidy said, trying to tug the bucket out of Devra’s hand. A futile effort.

  Ranon sent out a psychic call for help. He’d already learned that when Cassidy and Devra squared off to argue about something, there was only one person in the house who was willing to step in and deal with two stubborn women.

  *Cassie? Cassie!*

  Vae appeared in the doorway and looked up at Cassidy’s back. Or more likely, at Cassidy’s ass since that was Vae’s preferred spot to nip.

  *Ranon will talk to the other males and show them male things.*

  Cassidy pressed her lips together, and her face turned bright red. Devra just looked interested. All five Warlord Princes squirmed.

  *You will work with Shira and Devra. Then you will eat. Then you will not work. It is time to work now. Shira is waiting for you.*

  Vae trotted off, no doubt to wait at the back door.

  “If you will excuse us,” Devra said tightly, “it is time to work now. The Sceltie said so.” She walked out of the room.

  “It was a pleasure to see you, gentlemen,” Cassidy said. She hurried to catch up to Devra.

  No one said anything for several moments.

  “You called the Sceltie to deal with the Queen?” Elendill asked.

  “Oh, yeah,” Ranon replied. “Some days I think if we’d had Vae planning tactics, we could have defended our people even better than we did.”

  Ferall laughed softly. “Well, let’s get on with these male things we’re supposed to do.”

  “What would you like to see?” Ranon asked.

  All the humor in their faces faded away. Ferall said, “Whatever you choose to show us.”

  A careful phrasing, but Ranon knew that what wasn’t shown would be as important as what was shown. In Ferall’s place, he would have paid attention to both. “Are you all comfortable with doing some walking?”

  Ferall nodded.

  “Then let me show you what the Queen’s presence has done for Eyota.”

  He began with the Queen’s square, introducing them to Shaddo’s wife, who was standing outside the family’s cottage with a look of grim amusement on her face.