Traitor's Moon
watch the fun. Later, you see him gathering the uncertain ones around him, whispering and wagging his finger. Bilairyâs Balls, the manâs smooth. I wish to hell he was on our side.â
âWhat can you do?â
Seregil snorted. âIf it were up to me, Iâd challenge the whole damn lot of them to a horse race and settle the matter! Itâs been done before, you know. What are you laughing at?â
âYou. Youâre raving. And dripping.â Alec tossed him a cloth from the washstand.
Seregil gave him an apologetic grin as he toweled off. âAnd how did you do today? Anything new?â
âNo. It seems Iâve gleaned all I can among the friendlier folk, andI still havenât found a way to wiggle in among the Haman or Khatme.â He decided not to share how often his presence had drawn challenging stares and whispers of âgarshilâ in certain quarters. âIn RhÃminee, all I had to do was change clothes and blend into the crowd. Here they mark me as outlander and guard their words. I think itâs time I did a little nightrunning.â
âIâve broached the subject to Klia but she says to wait, honorable woman that she is. Be patient, talÃ.â
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counseling patience? Thatâs a first!â
âOnly because I donât see any other choice just now,â Seregil admitted. âAt least we have a night off. However shall we pass the time?â
Most of the others were already seated by the time they came downstairs for supper. Long tables had been set up, Skalan style, in the main hall, and Beka waved them over to seats at the end of Kliaâs table.
âI wondered where sheâd gotten off to all day,â Seregil muttered, seeing Nyal at her side.
âBehave yourself,â Alec warned.
âYou can thank your captain for the fine desserts and cheese weâre having tonight,â Nyal announced as they sat down.
âMe?â Beka laughed. âHe got word yesterday of a traderâs caravan coming in from Datsia. We met it outside the city and haggled the best pickings out of them before anyone else was the wiser. Youâve never tasted such honey, Alec!â
âI thought you looked like youâd found something sweet,â Seregil remarked blandly.
Alec used Theroâs fortuitous arrival to mask the kick he dealt him under the table.
Klia stood and raised her wine cup, as if they were all comrades in a plain soldierâs mess. âWeâve no priests among us, so Iâll do the honors. By Sakorâs Flame and Illiorâs Light. May they smile on our endeavors here.â Turning, she sprinkled a few drops on the floor as a libation, then took a long drink. The others did the same.
âWhatâs the word at the Iiaâsidra, Commander?â Zir called from the next table. âShould we keep our packs tight, or settle in?â
Klia grimaced. âGiven our reception so far, Corporal, Iâd say you might as well get comfortable. Time seems to mean a great deal less to the âfaie than to us.â She paused, saluting Seregil and Alec with her cup. âPresent company excepted, of course.â
Seregil returned the salute with an ironic chuckle. âIf I ever had any Aurënfaie patience, Iâve long since lost it.â
The windows and doors had been thrown open to let in the soft breeze; evening birdsong provided the mealâs music as the shadows crept slowly across the floor. The only discordant notes were Torsinâs occasional fits of coughing.
âHeâs getting worse,â Thero murmured, watching the envoy dab at his lips with a stained napkin. âHe wonât admit it, of courseâclaims itâs the climate here.â
âCould it be that fever you had?â Beka asked.
Thero looked blank for an instant, then shook his head. âNo, not that. I can see a darkness hovering about his chest.â
âWill he survive the negotiations?â asked Alec, gazing over at the old man with concern.
âBy the Light, the last thing we need is him dying in the midst of all this,â muttered Seregil.
âWhy wouldnât he let his niece come in his place?â Beka whispered. âLady Melessandra knows as much of the âfaie as he does.â
âThis is the crowning achievement of a long and distinguished career,â Seregil replied. âI suppose he couldnât bear not to see it through to
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