Luck in the Shadows

off into the crowd.
    At the bottom of the stairs, a servant stepped forward with a tray of iced wine. Alec took a cup and drained it in a hasty gulp.
    "Go easy with that," Seregil murmured, propelling him gently forward. Playing the gracious host, he made a circuit of the room, moving smoothly from one knot of conversation to another.
    The guests seemed to be mostly minor nobles and wealthy merchants associated with "Lord Seregil's" business interests. There was much talk of caravans and shipping, but the most popular topic was clearly the possibility of war in the spring.
    "I hardly think there can be any question," sniffed a young nobleman introduced to Alec as Lord Melwhit.
    "Preparations have been going on since summer."
    "Indeed," a portly lord grumbled over his wine cup. "You can hardly come by a decent stick of lumber these last few months with the requisitioners snapping up everything in sight. I doubt I shall be able to complete my solarium before spring!"
    "Wolde cloth?" a woman exclaimed nearby.
    "Don't speak to me of Wolde cloth! With all the new tariffs, I can scarcely afford a new riding mantle. And gold? Mark my words, Lord Decius, before this is over we shall all be reduced to wearing beads and feathers."
    "And what a delightful fashion that would prove," exclaimed her companion.
    Trailing along with Seregil, Alec suddenly found himself face-to-face with the two women he'd seen upstairs.
    "Allow me to introduce a very dear friend of mine," said Seregil with a hint of his wicked smile.
    "Lady Kylith, may I present Sir Alec of Ivywell. Sir Alec, Lady Kylith of Rhнminee, and her niece, Lady Ysmay of Orutan."
    Executing his best courtly bow, Alec felt his cheeks go warm. Lady Kylith's velvet gown draped a form still slender and elegant; like those worn by most other women of fashion present, it left her bosom nearly bare beneath a tissue of thinnest silk and a heavily jeweled necklace.
    "What a fortunate young man you are!" purred Kylith, enveloping the boy in a languorous dark-eyed gaze that sent his heart locking again. "Our friend Lord Seregil is one of the most cultured gentlemen in the city, well versed in all the pleasures Rhнminee has to offer. I am certain you will find your time with him most enjoyable and instructive."
    "You flatter me, dear lady," murmured Seregil. "But perhaps I might presume on our friendship? Would you partner Sir Alec in the first waltz? I believe the musicians have just struck up one of your favorites."
    "A pleasure," replied Kylith with a curtsey.
    "And perhaps you would return the boon by partnering my niece. I did, after all, promise her an evening of wicked pleasures, and I cannot think of a greater one than to dance with you."
    Blushing prettily, Ysmay accepted Seregil's arm. At this signal, the other guests formed couples and assembled for the dance.
    Kylith extended her hand to Alec with a dazzling smile. "Will you do me the honor, sir?"
    "The honor is mine, I assure you," Alec replied. The words sounded wooden and foolish to his ears but he pressed on as best he could. "I must warn you, though, I've never been called a graceful dancer."
    Taking her place in front of him, she gave him another melting look. "Think nothing of it, my dear. The instruction of inexperienced young men is one of life's unrivaled pleasures."
    Seregil set about a playful flirtation with Ysmay while keeping one eye on Alec. As expected, Kylith put the boy at ease in no time. Another dance or two under her influence, and Alec would feel like he'd moved in such society his whole life. She'd had that same affect on Seregil years before.
    Beginning as a courtesan in the Street of Lights, Kylith had risen to nobility when a headstrong young lord had brooked the strenuous opposition of family and class to marry her. Over the years her beauty, discretion, and lancing wit had earned her a degree of acceptance and drawn in the best of Rhнminee society to her famous gatherings. The finest artists and musicians of the day were to be found in her house, mingling with adventurers, wizards, and ministers of the highest offices. Few outside of the Queen's Park knew more than she of what went on in the council chambers and bedrooms of Rhнminee.
    It had been for just such a reason that Nysander had introduced Seregil to her after the end of his ill-fated apprenticeship.
    Charmed by his mysterious past and questionable reputation, Kylith had drawn him into her bright circle and, for a brief time after the