Queen of Sorcery

about ten days after they had left Tol Honeth, the city of Tol Borune came into sight in the afternoon sun.
    "It looks like this is where we part company," Silk said to Jeebers with a certain amount of relief.
    "Aren't you going into the city?" Jeebers asked.
    "I don't think so," Silk answered. "We don't really have any business to take care of there, and the usual explanations and searches just waste time-not to mention the expense of the bribes. We'll go around Tol Borune and pick up the road to Tol Rane on the other side."
    "We can ride a bit farther with you then," Ce'Nedra said quickly. "My relatives live on an estate to the south of the city."
    Jeebers stared at her in amazement.
    Aunt Pol drew in her horse and looked at the small girl with a raised eyebrow. "This seems like as good a place as any for us to have a little talk," she said.
    Silk looked quickly at her and then nodded.
    "I believe, little lady," Aunt Pol told the girl when they had all dismounted, "that the time has come for you to tell us the truth."
    "But I have," Ce'Nedra protested.
    "Oh, come now, child," Aunt Pol said. "Those stories of yours have been very entertaining, but you don't actually think anyone believed them, do you? Some of us already know who you are, but I really think we should get it out in the open."
    "You know?" Ce'Nedra faltered.
    "Of course, dear," Aunt Pol said. "Would you like to tell them, or shall I?"
    Ce'Nedra's little shoulders drooped. "Tell them who I am, Master Jeebers," she ordered quietly.
    "Do you really think that's wise, your Ladyship?" Jeebers asked nervously.
    "They already know anyway," she said. "If they were going to do anything to us, they'd have done it a long time ago. We can trust them."
    Jeebers drew in a deep breath and then spoke rather formally. "I have the honor to introduce her Imperial Highness, the Princess Ce'Nedra, daughter to his Imperial Majesty, Ran Borune XXIII, and the jewel of the House of Borune."
    Silk whistled, and his eyes widened momentarily. The others showed similar signs of amazement.
    "The political situation in Tol Honeth had become far to volatile, too menacing, for her Highness to remain safely in the capital," Jeebers went on. "The Emperor commissioned me to convey his daughter secretly here to Tol Borune where the members of the Borune family can protect her from the plots and machinations of the Vordues, the Honeths, and the Horbites. I'm proud to say that I've managed to execute my commission rather brilliantly - with your help, of course. I'll mention your assistance in my report - a footnote, perhaps, or maybe even an appendix."
    Barak pulled at his beard, his eyes thoughtful. "An Imperial Princess travels across half of Tolnedra with only a schoolmaster for protection?" he questioned. "At a time when they're knifing and poisoning each other in the streets?"
    "It does seem a trifle risky, doesn't it?" Hettar agreed.
    "Did throe Emperor charge thee with this task in person?" Mandorallen asked Jeebers.
    "It wasn't necessary," Jeebers said stiffly, "His Highness has a great deal of respect for my judgment and discretion. He knew that I'd be able to devise a safe disguise and a secure mode of travel. The princess assured me of his absolute confidence in me. It all had to be done in utmost secrecy, of course. That's why she came to my chambers in the middle of the night to advise me of his instructions and why we left the palace without telling anyone what we were-" His voice trailed off, and he stared at Ce'Nedra in horror.
    "You might as well tell him the truth, dear," Aunt Pol advised the little princess. "I think he's guessed already."
    Ce'Nedra's chin lifted arrogantly. "The orders came from me, Jeebers," she told him. "My father had nothing to do with it." Jeebers went deathly pale and he nearly collapsed.
    "What idiocy made you decide to run away from your father's palace?" Barak demanded of the tiny girl. "All Tolnedra's probably looking for you, and we're caught right in the middle."
    "Gently," Wolf said to the hulking Cherek. "She may be a princess, but she's still a little girl. Don't frighten her."
    "The question's to the point, though," Hettar observed. "If we're caught with an Imperial Princess in our company, we'll all see the inside of a Tolnedran dungeon." He turned to Ce'Nedra. "Do you have an answer, or were you just playing games?"
    She drew herself up haughtily. "I'm not accustomed to explaining my actions to servants."
    "We're going to have to clear