Shalador's Lady

trouble. And to prevent the messenger coming from Kaeleer from delivering Cassidy’s correspondence at Grayhaven. They’re going to know sooner or later. I thought it better to make the move sound matter-of-fact.”
    Ranon glanced at the clock on the mantel. Where in the name of Hell was Talon? Yes, he was the last man out, but riding the Sapphire Wind, he should have arrived right behind them.
    Janos tapped on the door of the room Powell was using as a temporary office until they worked out the logistics of having a court take up long-term residence in a building that wasn’t meant to hold a court.
    “A messenger arrived with this,” he said, holding out a wax-sealed note to Ranon. “It’s for you.”
    He broke the seal. Simple message. “ ‘Gone to ground,’ ” he read. “ ‘Will join you this evening. Talon.’ ”
    “A prudent decision,” Powell said.
    Ranon placed a hand on Powell’s shoulder and smiled. “So was sending that message to the Keep.”
    They had a good court. They had a good Queen.
    Now they needed to do whatever it took to keep both.

EBON ASKAVI
    “What do you make of this?” Daemon asked, handing the paper to his father.
    Saetan called in the half-moon glasses and read the message. Twice.
    “It’s very carefully worded,” Saetan said. “Too carefully worded.”
    He had the same impression. “First time we’ve received a message from Cassidy’s Steward. Do you think there’s trouble?”
    “Almost certainly. And just as certainly, they don’t want us asking questions right now about why the Queen has suddenly changed her residence from a mansion in Dena Nehele’s capital to a boardinghouse in a small village located in a Shalador reserve.”
    Daemon frowned as he stared at the note. The report Cassidy had sent after her return from Eyota had been too brief for his liking, but he’d sensed nothing from her words that couldn’t be explained by simple fatigue. Now . . .
    “Has she gone back to Eyota to fix a problem, or has she left Grayhaven to get away from one?”
    Handing the message back to Daemon, Saetan removed his glasses and vanished them. “Let’s see what Cassidy says in her next report. What she doesn’t say about this move will be as revealing as what she does say.”
    Daemon vanished the paper. “I’ll ask my second-in-command to deliver the next batch of letters to Cassidy.”
    “Who?”
    He smiled dryly. “Surreal. She’s decided she’s going to work for me.”
    “Doing what?”
    “As far as I can figure out, whatever she damn well pleases. She hasn’t told me exactly what I’m paying her for this privilege, only that I’m going to be outrageously generous. I can send her and Rainier to Eyota. Between them, they’ll find out everything we need to know.”
    “Speaking of everything we need to know, I understand Jaenelle and Ladvarian went to Scelt to talk to Morghann and Khary. Do you have any idea why?”
    “No,” Daemon said, “and I’m not asking.”
    Saetan smiled. “My darling, you’re not only becoming a wise man, you’re becoming a smart husband.”

CHAPTER 12
    TERREILLE
    T he evening after their return to Eyota, Cassidy drank the restorative brew Shira had made for her and listened to the men argue, discuss, and sometimes snarl as they tried to figure out how to shoehorn a court into the boardinghouse. And that wouldn’t do at all. It would be like having too many guests crammed into her mother’s house at Winsol—fine for a few days when everyone was feeling cheerful and accommodating, but not something she would want to live with permanently.
    Which meant drawing a line and refusing to let them shift it.
    “Gentlemen,” she said quietly.
    Gray was the first to focus his attention on her; Ranon was a close second, followed by Talon and Powell, which forced the others to swallow their opinions so they could hear what she had to say.
    “A court is formed when twelve males make the commitment to serve a Queen and offer her their strength, their skills, and their loyalty. There is nothing in any book of Protocol that says they have to live with her. In Kaeleer, most Queens who rule a District—which is anything from one to a handful of villages—don’t live in a home large enough to accommodate the whole court.” She smiled at them.
    Twelve men frowned at her. So did Shira—and Reyhana, who had returned to Eyota to be of service to the Queen of Dena Nehele.
    “Ranon, do the Shalador Queens live in houses large