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AFTERWARDS THEY HAD a whispered conversation.

'When he came into the courtyard,' she told him, lying on her side, facing him, 'I thought he was my father come back to life.'

Shock broke across his face, and then understanding. He brushed her hair with his fingers. 'Oh, Fire. No wonder. But Nash is nothing like Cansrel.'

'Not Nash. Brigan.'

'Brigan even less.'



'It was the light,' she said. 'And the hatred in his eyes.'

He touched her face and her shoulder gently, careful always of her bandaged arm. He kissed her. 'Cansrel is dead. He can't hurt you.'

She choked on the words; she couldn't say them out loud. She said them into his mind. He was my own father. He was my own father.

His arm came around her and held her tight. She closed her eyes and buried her thoughts so that all there was was the smell and the touch of Archer against her face and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her stomach, her body. Archer pushed her memories away.

'Stay here with me,' he said sometime later, still holding her, sleepily. 'You're not safe on your own.'

And how odd that his body could understand her so well; that his heart could understand her so well when it came to the truth about Cansrel, but still the simplest concepts never penetrated. There was nothing he could have said more guaranteed to make her leave.

To be fair, she probably would have gone anyway.

Out of love for her friend she waited until he was asleep.

SHE DIDN'T WANT trouble; she only wanted the stars, to tire her so that later she could sleep without dreams. She knew she would have to find her way to an outer window to see them. She decided to try the stables, because she was unlikely to run into any kings or princes there at this time of night. And at least if she found no sky-facing windows there, she would be with Small.

She covered her hair before she left, and wore dark clothing. She pa.s.sed guards and servants, and of course some of them stared, but as always in this holding, no one bothered her. Roen saw to it that the people under her roofs learned how to guard their minds as best they could. Roen knew the value of it.

The roofed pa.s.sageway to the stables was empty, and smelled comfortably of clean hay and horses. The stables were dark, lit by a single lantern at the near end. They were asleep, the horses, most of them, including her Small. He stood as he dozed, plain and quiet, leaning sideways, like a building about to topple. It might have worried her, except that he often slept like that, leaning one way or the other.

There was a window to the sky at the far end of the building, but when she went to it, she saw no stars. A cloudy night. She turned back down the long row of horses and stopped again before Small, smiling at his sleeping posture.

She eased the door open and sidled her way into his stall. She would sit with him for a while as he slept, and hum herself to tiredness. Even Archer couldn't object. No one would find her; curled up as she was against Small's doorway, no one who came into the stables would even see her. And if Small awoke, it would not surprise him to find his lady crooning at his feet. Small was accustomed to her night-time behaviour.

She settled herself down and breathed a song about a leaning horse.

SMALL NUDGED HER awake, and she knew instantly that she was not alone. She heard a male voice, baritone, very quiet, very near.

'I fight these looters and smugglers because they oppose the king's rule. But what right to rule do we have, really?'

'You frighten me when you talk like this.' Roen. Fire pushed herself against Small's door.

'What has the king done in thirty years to deserve allegiance?'

'Brigan-'

'I understand the motivations of some of my enemies better than I understand my own.'

'Brigan, this is your fatigue speaking. Your brother is fair-minded, you know that, and with your influence he does good.'

'He has some of Father's tendencies.'

'Well, what will you do? Let the raiders and smugglers have their way? Leave the kingdom to Lord Mydogg and his thug of a sister? Or Lord Gentian? Preserving Nash's kingship is the best hope for the Dells. And if you break with him you'll start a civil war four ways. You, Nash, Mydogg, Gentian. I fear to think who would come out on top. Not you, with the allegiance of the King's Army split between yourself and your brother.'

This was a conversation Fire should not be hearing, not under any circ.u.mstances, not in any world. She understood this now; but there was no helping it, for to reveal her presence would be disastrous. She didn't move, barely breathed. And listened hard despite herself, because doubt in the heart of the king's commander was an astonishing thing.

Mildly now, and with a tone of concession: 'Mother, you go too far. I could never break with my brother, you know that. And you know I don't want the kingship.'

'This again, and it's no comfort to me. If Nash is killed, you'll have to be king.'

'The twins are older than I.'

'You're being deliberately obtuse tonight. Garan is ill, Clara is female, and both of them are illegitimate. The Dells will not get through this time without a king who is kingly.'

'I'm not kingly.'

'Twenty-two years old, commanding the King's Army as well as Brocker did? Your soldiers would fall on their own swords for you. You are kingly.'

'All right. But rocks, Mother, I hope I'll never be called king.'

'You once hoped you'd never be a soldier.'

'Don't remind me.' His voice was tired. 'My life is an apology for the life of my father.'

A long silence. Fire sat unbreathing. A life that was an apology for the life of his father: it was a notion she could understand, beyond words and thought. She understood it the way she understood music.

Small stirred and poked his head out of his stall to examine the low-voiced visitors. 'Just tell me you'll do your duty, Brigandell,' Roen said, her use of Brigan's royal name deliberate.

A shift in his voice. He was laughing under his breath. 'I've become such an impressive warrior that you think I run around the mountains sticking swords into people because I enjoy it.'

'When you talk like this, you can't blame me for worrying.'

'I'll do my duty, Mother, as I have done every day.'

'You and Nash will make the Dells into something worth defending. You'll re-establish the order and the justice that Nax and Cansrel destroyed with their carelessness.'

Suddenly, and with no humour in his voice: 'I don't like this monster.'

Roen's voice softened. 'Nashdell is not Naxdell, and Fire is not her father.'

'No, she's worse; she's female. She's a thing I can't see Nash resisting.'

Firmly: 'Brigan. Fire has no interest in Nash. She does not seduce men and ensnare them.'

'I hope you're right, Mother, because I don't care how highly you think of her. If she's like Cansrel I'll snap her neck.'

Fire pushed herself into the corner. She was accustomed to hatred. But still it was a thing that made her cold and tired every time. She was tired thinking of the defences she would have to build against this man.

And then above her, an incongruous thing. Brigan reached a hand to the muzzle of her horse. 'Poor fellow,' he said, stroking Small's nose. 'We woke you. Go back to sleep.'

'It's her horse,' Roen said. 'The horse of the monster you threaten.'

'Ah well. You're a beauty,' Brigan said to Small, his voice light. 'And your owner is not your fault.'

Small nuzzled the hand of his new friend. And when Roen and Brigan left, Fire was gripping her skirts in both fists, swallowing an infuriating fondness that she could not reconcile.

At least if he decided to hurt her, she could trust him not to hurt her horse.

CHAPTER SIX.

THIS LONG NIGHT was not over, for apparently no one in the royal family slept. Fire had just crossed the courtyard again and slipped into the corridors of the sleeping quarters when she met the prowling king, handsome and fierce in the light of the torches. His eyes glazed over when he saw her. She thought she smelled wine on his breath. When he came at her suddenly, flattened her against the wall, and tried to kiss her, she no longer had any doubt.

He had surprised her, but the wine addling his brains made her work easy. You don't want to kiss me. You don't want to kiss me.

Nash stopped trying to kiss her but continued to press himself against her, groping her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and her back. Hurting her arm. 'I'm in love with you,' he said, breathing sour air into her face. 'I want to marry you.'

You don't want to marry me. You don't even want to touch me. You want to release me.

Nash stepped back from her and she pushed herself away, gulping fresh air, smoothing her clothing. She turned to make her escape.

Then she swung back at him and did a thing she never did. Apologise to me Apologise to me, she thought to him fiercely. I've had enough of this. Apologise. I've had enough of this. Apologise.

Instantly the king kneeled at her feet, gracious, gentlemanly, black eyes swimming with penitence. 'Forgive me, Lady, for my insult to your person. Go safely to your bed.'

She hurried away before anyone saw the absurd spectacle of the king on his knees before her. She was ashamed of herself. And newly anxious for the state of the Dells, now that she'd made the acquaintance of its king.

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SHE WAS ALMOSt to her room when Brigan loomed out of the shadows, and this time Fire was at her wit's end.

She didn't even need to reach for his mind to know that it was closed to her control, a walled fortress with not a single crack. Against Brigan she had nothing but her small strength, and words.

He pushed her against the wall as Nash had done. He took both her wrists in one hand and yanked her arms above her head, so roughly that water sprang to her eyes from the pain of her injured arm. He crushed her with his body so she could not move. His face was a snarling mask of hatred.

'Show the slightest interest in befriending the king,' he said, 'and I will kill you.'

His superior display of strength was humiliating, and he was hurting her more even than he knew. She had no breath for speech. How like your brother you are How like your brother you are, she thought hotly into his face. Only less romantic Only less romantic.

His grip on her wrists tightened. 'Lying monster-eater.'

She gasped at the pain. You're a bit of a disappointment, aren't you? People talk about you as if you're something special, but there's nothing special about a man who pushes a defenceless woman around and calls her names. It's plain ordinary. You're a bit of a disappointment, aren't you? People talk about you as if you're something special, but there's nothing special about a man who pushes a defenceless woman around and calls her names. It's plain ordinary.

He bared his teeth. 'I'm to believe that you're defenceless?'

I am against you.

'But not against this kingdom.'

I don't stand in opposition to this kingdom. At least, she added, no more so than you, Brigandell. no more so than you, Brigandell.

He looked as if she'd slapped him. The snarl left his face and his eyes were weary suddenly, and confused. He dropped her wrists and stepped back a hair, enough that she could push herself away from him and from the wall, turn her back to him, and cradle her left arm with her right hand. She was shaking. The shoulder of her dress was sticky; he'd made her wound bleed. And he'd hurt her, and she was angry, more than ever before.

She didn't know where her breath came from, but she let her words loose as they came. 'I can see that you studied the example of your father before deciding the man you wanted to become,' she hissed at him. 'The Dells are in fine hands, aren't they? You and your brother both - you can go to the raptors.'

'Your father was the ruin of my father and and of the Dells,' he spat back. 'My only regret is that your father didn't die on my sword. I despise him for killing himself and denying me the pleasure. I envy the monster that ripped out his throat.' of the Dells,' he spat back. 'My only regret is that your father didn't die on my sword. I despise him for killing himself and denying me the pleasure. I envy the monster that ripped out his throat.'

At that she turned to face him. For the first time she looked at him, really looked at him. He breathed quickly, clenching and unclenching his fists. His eyes were clear and very light grey and flashed with something that went beyond anger, something desperate. He was little more than average in height and build. He had his mother's fine mouth, but besides that and those pale crystal eyes, he was not handsome. He stared at her, strung so tight he looked like he might snap, and suddenly to her he seemed young, and overburdened, and at the furthest edge of exhaustion.

'I didn't know you were wounded,' he added, eyeing the blood on her dress; and confusing her, because he actually sounded sorry about it. She didn't want his apologies. She wanted to hate him, because he was hateful.

'You're inhuman. You do nothing but hurt people,' she said, because it was the worst thing she could think of to say. 'You're the monster, not I.'

She turned and left him.

SHE WENT TO Archer's room first, to clean the seeping blood and re-bandage her arm. Then she crept into her own room, where Archer still slept. She undressed and pulled on his shirt, which she found lying on the floor. He would like that she chose to wear it, and it would never occur to him that she only wanted to hide her wrists, blue with bruises that he must not see. She didn't have the energy for Archer's questions and his vengeful anger.

She rifled through her bags and found the herbs that prevented pregnancy. She swallowed them dry, tucked herself in beside Archer, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

IN THE MORNING, coming awake was like drowning. She heard Archer making a great clatter in the room. She fought her way to consciousness and pushed herself up, and stopped herself from groaning at the old pain in her arm and the new pain in her wrists.

'You're beautiful in the morning,' Archer said, stopping before her, kissing her nose. 'You're impossibly sweet in my shirt.'

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