The Invisible Ring

handkerchief and wiped his nose. “I left the house and hid in the woods. Sounds cowardly ...”
    Jared shook his head. “You’d already fought one battle. You weren’t strong enough to fight another.”
    “I did have another reason,” Yarek said slowly, tucking the handkerchief into his pocket. “On and off all through the winter, Reyna kept saying you were coming home this autumn. I didn’t have much hope for Janos. I figured someone from the family should be here to meet you, and I was the only one left.”
    “The only one?” Jared whispered. “Those bastards killed all of them? All the aunts and uncles? All the cousins?” He put his head between his knees and tried to breathe. ‘“Aunt Janine?”
    Yarek rubbed Jared’s back. “My Lady died at Wolfs Creek.”
    Jared squeezed his eyes shut. “Shira and Mariel? Mother Night, they didn’t take Shira and Mariel, did they?” He sat up too fast.
    Yarek pushed Jared’s head back down. “No, they didn’t get Shira and Mariel. My girls crossed the Tamanara Mountains last autumn, with Davin as their escort.”
    “Davin?” Jared braced his hands on his knees and pushed himself upright. “ Davin as escort ? But he’s—”
    “Old enough,” Yarek said firmly. He rubbed his chin. “Reyna was fretful last autumn. One day she showed up and talked to Janine. The next thing I knew, the girls were sent off with Davin and some travelers who were resting up in Ranon’s Wood before heading west, hoping to serve that Queen on the other side of the mountains.”
    “They went to Dena Nehele.” Jared sighed. “Thank the Darkness.”
    “You know something about the Gray Lady?” Yarek asked sharply.
    “She’s a Queen worthy of the best a man can give. If she took Davin into her court, he’ll do well.”
    “Then she may be the only Queen left who is worthy of it.”
    “No,” Jared said softly, “there’s one other.”
    Yarek gave his nephew a considering look. “You rode in alone. What happened to the witchling?”
    Jared blinked. “The witchling?”
    “The one bitten by the viper rats. The one the little Black Widow’s been fretting about so much.”
    Jared blinked again. “Little Black Widow?” He rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth. “What did she say about Lia?”
    “Ambush. Viper rats. You taking off with the witchling to find help. The rest of them hightailing it here.” Yarek shook his head and huffed. “Poor thing was making herself sick with all the fretting, and that young Warlord Prince knew about as much as an ant can piss about soothing a witch who’s got herself fretted. Now, me”—he waved his hand—“I know something about soothing a fretting witch. Janine wasn’t much of a fretter. All I had to do for her was keep some cheap clay pottery around that she could smash whenever she got really annoyed. That and a long, hot ride between the sheets usually eased her mood.”
    “What?” Jared said weakly.
    “Can’t settle things the same way with a daughter—”

Jared choked.
    “—so I had to learn other ways of soothing, didn’t I? Wasn’t Janine who got Shira to stop fretting when Tavi performed the Fire Dance and then turned down her invitation to be her lover, was it?”
    “What?”
    “ ‘Sweetheart,’ I said, ‘a young Warlord’s got a right to choose his lover same as a young witch.’ ”
    “What in the name of Hell was she doing inviting anyone to her bed?” Jared shouted.
    “She’d had her Virgin Night. She was free to try out a man if it pleased her.”
    “Shira’s not old enough—”
    “She’s twenty-five now,” Yarek said, looking fierce.
    “Then why didn’t her lover escort her over the mountains?”
    “She didn’t find one she wanted to keep. Damn shame, but there it is. I wanted Mariel to have her Virgin Night before she left—have a Shalador male take care of it so I’d know it was done right—but there was too much upset at the time, and it would have been too risky with her emotions all stirred up like that.”
    Jared braced his head in his hands and moaned. He’d been able to picture Janos and Davin grown—up to a point—but Shira and Mariel? Shira, with lovers. Mariel, ready for her Virgin Night and probably spending her evenings dreamily thinking about which consort she’d like to request for that night.
    Lia, who wasn’t thinking about any of it.
    He moaned again.
    Yarek narrowed his eyes. “You acting so prudish about Shira and Mariel for a reason, or are you just trying to dodge my question about the witchling?”
    “The witchling.” Jared rammed his fingers through his hair.