A Brother's Price Part 30

He jerked out of Ren's arms to stare at the familiar scarred face, surrounded by a nimbus of flame red hair. "Cira?"

"Halley, actually." She grinned as she came to join Ren and him. "Your wife. Cira was just a name I used to get close to those river trash, so I could get my pretty new husband back."

Jerin could only stare as the events of the last few days turned themselves onto their heads. All at once he recognized the Moorland stamp on Cira's-Halley's-features; no one had ever told him that Halley alone took after their father.

"Personally, I would hit her," Odelia said, "but then I'm not a boy."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Jerin asked.

Halley spread her hands. "I tried at first, but you didn't believe anything I said. Later, I thought you knew. I guess, looking back, Kij and the others never did actually name me in front of you."

"You've done nothing but make us proud of you," Ren said quietly, clasping his hand. "You've been brave, clever, and selfless."

"Kij would have won the day without you." Odelia covered Ren's hand with her own.

"We love you." Halley cupped his hand and her sisters' hands between her two. "And we're not going to lose you again."

Chapter 16.

Ren was jolted awake by someone leaping onto her bed. All annoyance vanished as Jerin squirmed into her arms.

"Get up! Get up!" He left her breathless with kisses between his demands. "Their ship is at the landing! They're here!"

"I'm awake!" She managed another kiss before he slipped away. He dashed across the room to peer out her window, kneeling on the window seat.

"I can't wait to see everyone, especially my new brother!" He looked adorable in his plum silk tunic and flowing trousers, his long black braid dangling between the bare soles of his feet.

"It will take them at least an hour to cross town and climb the hill. Come here, and give me a proper good-morning."

Nights, Jerin insisted on keeping order. Eldest to youngest, and last night had been Odelia's turn. Days, though, he was deliriously spontaneous.

There were wagons and wagons filled with Whistlers.

Wedding Keifer had been a solemn occasion, with all the pomp and joy of a state funeral. The day had been hot, the clothes uncomfortable, and the need for respectful silence reinforced with Eldest's riding crop. The Porters had stayed cool, quiet, and watchful as sharks. Much as Ren loved Jerin, she spent the first month of her betrothal dreading their actual marriage ceremony.

Cullen's wedding cured that dread. After that extended country frolic, it was a family decision to include the Annaboro Whistlers and make drastic changes to the royal traditions. So it was over a hundred of the Whistlers that tumbled out of the wagons into an extended, loud greeting: twenty-four mothers and aunts, sisters and female cousins numbering more than seventy (Jerin couldn't remember exactly how many cousins he had), and eight-eight-brothers and male cousins.

Ren's little sisters and both sets of the Whistler youngest thundered off like a pack of puppies, tumbling and yelping and squealing. It wasn't until they vanished, off to explore the palace, that Ren realized she hadn't seen Eldie Porter among them. All the little ones had been red or black-haired.

"Where's Eldie?"

"She went with the others," Eldest reported, greeting Ren with a rough embrace. "We've dyed her hair. She felt out of place, being the only towhead. With her blue eyes, you'd nearly take her for one of us now. Oh, yes, we've had her pick a new name, Neddie Whistler."

"Gave her a tattoo, too." Corelle indicated her own Order of the Sword tattoo. "Since Kij told her that she'd been fathered out of a crib."

They had agreed that she wouldn't be told the truth about her parentage, nor what had happened between her mothers and aunts, until she was an adult. The Whistlers had whisked Eldie out of Avonar the very night her fate was decided, telling her nothing but that she was now one of them. Their letters reported that between Cullen's familiar presence and a child's acceptance of new situations, Eldie settled in quickly. Apparently she had been painfully lonely, and thrived on being one of twenty Whistler children.

Cullen folded Ren into a hug, and she laughed in surprise at how much taller he was since the last time she saw him.

"Look at you! What have they been feeding you?"

"Just all that exercise he gets, riding." Corelle said with a wink, obviously meaning more than horses, which earned her a cuff from Eldest.

"He's just hit his growth spurt." Eldest gave a slight, satisfied smile. Cullen echoed it, abandoning Ren to embrace his wife from behind, his large hands resting gently on her stomach.

Hoy! What's this ? Ren eyed Eldest Whistler closer and found barely noticeable signs of a pregnancy. ? Ren eyed Eldest Whistler closer and found barely noticeable signs of a pregnancy. Two months? Early in the third month? Two months? Early in the third month? Luckily it obviously wasn't into the second trimester-for then it would be proof that Ren and her sisters had been less than careful in chaperoning their cousin. Luckily it obviously wasn't into the second trimester-for then it would be proof that Ren and her sisters had been less than careful in chaperoning their cousin.

Ren glanced to Halley then, who was in the same state. Actually, comparing the two, Halley outstripped Eldest. Ren was going to be wearing her new t.i.tle of Queen Mother Elder a week or two before Eldest became Mother Elder Whistler. Ren found the fact surprisingly pleasing.

Queen Mother Elder . Ren had been saying it often in attempt to get used to it. . Ren had been saying it often in attempt to get used to it.

The Whistler women brought fiddles, banjos, fifes, drums, and dulcimers, aged corn whiskey, fine cigars, and a determination to have a good time.

A royal circus, Ren had named their wedding, and Jerin marveled at how right a name it was. Admittedly, he had seen only one circus, when he was quite young, but certainly most of the elements he remembered appeared on his wedding day.

There was the brisk music-trumpets, drums, and bagpipes-playing thundering songs. The royal family had their own melody, and apparently all the n.o.ble houses had a song too. It had stumped them for a while what to play for the Whistlers, and finally the fighting song of his grandmothers' regiment was selected.

There were the bright coaches-the royal carriages-gilded instead of painted yellow, but just as colorful as circus wagons. Ten in all, and then ten more of the Moorland carriages close behind, carrying the overflow.

There were the matching horses-the princesses, his elder sisters, and his middle sisters all rode glossy black horses in two lines, one on either side of him. His mount was a fiery red stallion, its symbolism not lost to him.

There were the colorful costumes-his wives-to-be in the dress red of the royal marines, his sisters in a balancing dark blue with gold waistcoats, he in a walking robe of white silk and seed pearls that gleamed in the morning light, with a cloak so long it nearly brushed the ground.

And there were the crowds, an endless flood of women, their voices a constant roar of approval. Apparently everyone thought the crush too dangerous to bring out their own menfolk; the only men Jerin saw appeared in the upper windows of the buildings lining the parade route.

"I wish we could have been married at the palace temple," he told Ren.

"The point of the day is for you to be seen," Ren said. "When our daughter is born, we'll become the Queen Mothers, mothers of the country. On a basic level, these are our children. We protect them, we settle their disputes, and we guide them as they grow. They have a right to know their father."

If Ren said it to settle him, it did not help. He could not imagine being father to this press of humanity.

Eldest Whistler reached over from her horse and took his hand. "Chin up. Eyes front. Show no fear. You're a Whistler-and your family will always be there if you need us."

So his sisters brought him to the temple, escorted by his wives, while all the world seemed to watch. Wives and sisters flanked him up the tall steps to the altar, and there his sisters fell back, leaving him alone with his wives, before the G.o.ds.

It was not the marriage he thought he would have, so many months before, when the horse-faced Brindles seemed to loom huge on his horizon. They shrank away now, like a kite s.n.a.t.c.hed by the wind, gone forever.

Jerin reached out and found Ren's hand with his right and Halley's with his left.

Surely, the G.o.ds were merciful and loving. Surely they smiled upon this union, and he and his wives-Ren, Halley, Odelia, Trini, Lylia, Zelie, Quin, Selina, Nora, and Mira-would live happily ever after.