Casket of Souls

the lips and stole a glance at Laneus as Seregil elaborated.
    “By the Light, he might have taken your head off!” Duchess Ania exclaimed.
    “If the bluecoats hadn’t come along and chased them off, he probably would have!” Seregil told her. “Of course, all I could think of was Alec, but he was much better at fighting his man off, though he cut his hand quite badly.”
    “You didn’t tell me that! I hope that’s not the source of his fever,” Myrhichia exclaimed, fanning herself in agitation. “Blood poisoning is a serious ailment. I lost an uncle to it, and he’d only pricked his finger on a rusty arrowhead.”
    “Brother Valerius saw to it personally,” Seregil assured her. “It’s just a summer fever. He’s been out in the heat too much.”
    “Playing with Princess Elani,” Malthus noted with a smile, having recovered. “Or so I hear.”
    “By all reports, you two have suddenly been spending a lot of time at court,” said Ania. “It was Duke Reltheus who introduced you, wasn’t it?”
    “Actually it was by way of Count Selin,” Seregil replied, popping an olive into his mouth. “He got us admitted to Archduchess Alaya’s salon, and we met the princess royal there. He also introduced us to Duke Reltheus. Quite the gambler, the duke.”
    “As are you,” Laneus said. His expression was bland, but Seregil was certain he caught just a hint of double meaning.
    After the cakes and sweet wine, Ania and Eona unexpectedly rose to go.
    “We’re off to the Swan,” Eona told them, extending herhands to Eirual and Myrhichia. “Won’t you come gamble with us, ladies, and we’ll leave the men to their boring talk?”
    “Go on,” Seregil said with a laugh. “Who am I to stand in the way of a woman’s pleasure?”
    “I can vouch for that,” Eirual laughed, taking Eona’s hand.
    Seregil felt strangely outnumbered when the women were gone, though he hardly expected the two men to attack him. They sipped their wine and made small talk about horses and tailors for some time, then Laneus struck.
    “Malthus tells me that you have some concerns regarding the princess royal’s safety,” he told Seregil. “He was left with the impression that you believe there may be some dark movement against her.”
    “I merely passed on rumors that I had heard among the royal set, purely out of concern for Malthus’s safety.” He turned to Malthus. “I’m sorry if I didn’t make that clear. I wasn’t accusing anyone of anything.”
    “I’m pleased to hear that,” Laneus answered for the other man. “It wouldn’t do for such rumors to go any farther.” He paused a moment. “May I ask where you stand on the succession, Seregil, now that you’ve come to know the heir?”
    “The princess royal is a remarkable young woman, but so young!” Seregil exclaimed, selecting another olive from the common dish.
    “Young for what?” asked Malthus, rising to the bait as hoped.
    Seregil shrugged. “Well, if—Sakor forbid—our queen should fall in battle as her mother did before her, then don’t you think Elani is, well—” He paused as if unsure of his audience. “What I mean to say is, the war seems to be far from over and she’s untried in battle. Perhaps if Phoria had taken her into the field, as Idrilain did with her, it would be a different matter, but to put the weight of Skala’s future on such slim shoulders …” He looked around as if he’d said too much and nibbled the olive. Laneus was doing a fine job of watching his face without being obvious about it. “Not that I’m speaking against the succession!”
    “You’re right to be careful, my lord,” Laneus warned.
    “Especially as your friendship with Princess Klia is so well known.”
    Seregil pretended to be momentarily baffled. “But what—” He gave Laneus a wide-eyed look of surprise. “What are you saying, Laneus? That I—? Illior’s Light, no! You know I never involve myself in politics. My friendship with either of the princesses is strictly on a personal level. I’m immensely fond of both of them.”
    “But if it came to a choice between the two?”
    Seregil made a sign against bad luck. “Pray the Four it never comes to such a pass, my lords! It’s unthinkable.”
    “Really? You wouldn’t back either?” asked Malthus.
    “If it came to that, then it would be civil war, and I’m sure I’d take to my heels in that event,” Seregil said with a delicate shudder, adding quickly, “But I would fear for