Casket of Souls

growing a bit tired of him anyway. I think Master Raneus at the Tirari is a bit more convincing—onstage and off.”
    Seregil doubted that, but Kylith had her pride and had wrongly assumed she was buying a young lover as well as a theater.
    Talk had turned to recent plays at both theaters when Runcer came to the door. “Master Atre is in the salon, my lord. Shall I have him join you?”
    Seregil looked to Kylith. “It’s up to you.”
    “Oh, please, yes!” Ysmay pleaded.
    Kylith sighed. “I have no objection.”
    Seregil motioned to Runcer, who escorted the actor into the garden.
    “My dear Lady Kylith!” Atre exclaimed, going to her at once to kiss her hand. “How lovely to find all three of my dear patrons here at once.”
    Kylith regarded him coolly. “Still only three?”
    “You wound me, lady!” Atre gave her an imploring look.
    “Come sit by me, you rogue,” Seregil said, laughing. “To what do we owe this pleasure?”
    “Only a bit of mundane business, my lord. Nothing that can’t wait.”
    “Then you must join us. There’s still plenty of food. You can help celebrate.”
    “Celebrate?”
    “His name day,” Alec told him.
    “You honor me, my lords,” Atre replied, taking a seat with obvious pleasure. When Runcer had filled his cup, he lifted it to Seregil. “Long life and good fortune, my lord.”
    After seeing Kylith and Ysmay into their carriage later that evening, Seregil turned to Atre with an expectant look.
    “My news would be better delivered in private, my lords.”
    “Ah, I see. Well, come to the library.” He led the way up and closed the door.
    “Someone’s tongue has been wagging?” asked Alec.
    “Indeed, my lord,” Atre replied, glancing around the well-appointed room with evident interest. “Tanni and I performed for a small party at Duke Laneus’s house a few days ago. The duke and his friends spoke very highly of Princess Klia. The first toast was to her, rather than the queen.”
    “I see. What exactly was said?”
    “Several people had letters from her and shared them. It was mostly salutations and details of battles.”
    “Who was there?”
    “The duke, Duke Malthus, Marquise Lalia, Duke Zymir, General Sarien, and Duchess Nerian.”
    “Sarien? Are you certain?” asked Seregil, trying to mask his dismay. General Sarien was the protector general, in command of the City Regiment.
    “Of course, my lord,” Atre replied. “A round fellow, and generous with his gifts.” He fingered an ornate silver ring on his right forefinger.
    Seregil waved that aside impatiently; everybody in Rhíminee threw their jewels at the actor, it seemed. “Is that all?”
    “There was some talk of Princess Klia taking the throne somehow.”
    “And they said this in front of you?” asked Alec.
    The actor grinned. “No, my lord. They thought I was in thekitchen with Tanni, having supper. I stole back to the salon and listened by the door.”
    Seregil raised an eyebrow. “How clever of you. Have you done that sort of thing before?”
    Atre gave a modest shrug. “Now and then.”
    “I assume there was also mention made of Lord Alec or myself?”
    “You, Lord Seregil. Duke Malthus suggested speaking to you regarding whatever they’d been talking about before I came back, but the others …” He paused, and gave Seregil an apologetic smile. “Duke Laneus said you weren’t influential enough to be of any use, and the others agreed.”
    Seregil chuckled at that. “Do you know what they were talking about?”
    “Unfortunately not all of it, my lord. As I said, we were sent to the kitchen for a meal—” He made a sour face; clearly the memory of being treated like a common minstrel was distasteful. “But Duke Malthus seemed to be arguing with the others about something.”
    “But you don’t know what, except that it might have involved Alec and myself?”
    “No, I couldn’t hear what he said clearly.”
    “Most interesting. Anything else?”
    Atre seemed to hesitate for just an instant before he shook his head. “No, my lord.”
    “Well, thank you, and well done.” Seregil reached for his purse without thinking.
    “No, my lord. As I said before, you are generous enough with your gold.”
    “Ah, that’s right. Now, do I have your word that what you’ve told me goes no farther?”
    “I am as constant as the sun, my lords. You have no need for concern. The politics of Skala are no concern of mine.”
    “A very wise attitude. Good night to you, Master