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The ceremony was quickly over. King Rodric the Third, a tired, anxious-looking man, offered a few words to the new baron, then Bernarr was hustled quickly away by court functionaries: there were others behind him and the King had many men to greet. Somehow he knew he would never again see this king, and that soon after leaving Rillanon, Bernarr would receive word that the King had died, and his son, likewise named Rodric, would a.s.sume the crown.

Receptions and audiences, a brief encounter with Prince Rodric, and the days flew. The provincial baron was viewed with indifference by most of the resident courtiers, though a few showed envy at the Prince's interest in the scholarly young n.o.ble from the west. Alone of those in court only Lady Lisabeth, one of the Queen's ladies-in-waiting, showed a personal interest in Bernarr, but her stout figure and lecherous demeanour repulsed him. She didn't want him; she wanted any man with a t.i.tle; even a country n.o.ble like Bernarr could see that.

The memory that was a dream was vivid. Bernarr almost jumped a foot when Lisabeth popped out of the bushes as he made his way to the centre of the maze, intending to read in solitude amid the pleasant smell of green and growing things. The tinkle of the fountain would be his only company. He quickly adjusted his expression to an indifferent mask. 'My lady,' he said coolly, with a slight bow. Then, clutching his book, he moved on.

She begged his attention, and balancing between being polite and curt, he attempted to disengage from her grasp as he explained he sought solitude, not company. He saw her lips move and remembered fragments of the conversation, but it blurred a moment, then came suddenly into focus as a peal of merry laughter was followed by a voice: 'Oh, Lisabeth, let the gentleman get on with his studies and come away with me, do. We need another to play at cards and we would welcome your company.' Bernarr turned his attention away from the unpleasant visage of Lady Lisabeth to find himself confronted by a vision in a plain green gown.

No! The old man's voice keened through the dark closeness of his bedchamber. The old man's voice keened through the dark closeness of his bedchamber. Not this! Please, not this! Let me wake, let me wake! Not this! Please, not this! Let me wake, let me wake!



It was as though someone had taken his book and clubbed him over the head with it. All he could see was the young woman's sparkling green eyes and the lush fall of her dark hair, the white column of her throat and that sweet, sweet smile. Birds with plumed tails and rings of silver on their claws walked about her, and the trumpet-vines behind her trembled purple and crimson in the breeze that moved wisps of her hair. His heart leapt at sight of her.

The Lady Lisabeth appeared momentarily annoyed at the interruption. Then she glanced at Bernarr and threw up her hands. 'I see that you are right, Elaine,' she said and moved toward her friend. 'The Baron has no time for me.'

As they prepared to move away, Bernarr came to life again, feeling a wrenching sorrow he could not name, one that squeezed his heart and chest like the shadow of future grief. 'My Lady Lisabeth,' he said breathlessly, 'will you not introduce me to your friend?'

Although an angry flush appeared in her cheek, Lisabeth was not in a position to refuse an introduction to a baron. 'My lord, may I present the Lady Elaine du Benton.' Her tone and manner were perfunctory. 'Her family has a small estate outside Timons.' Lisabeth took evil delight in stressing the word small.

'Enchanted,' he said, softly, his voice barely above a whisper. It is no courtly flattery It is no courtly flattery, he thought, for she has cast a spell over me with but one smile for she has cast a spell over me with but one smile.

Elaine curtseyed, her eyes downcast, she did not rise.

Lisabeth rolled her eyes impatiently. 'My lady Elaine, I have the honour to present Lord Bernarr, Baron of Land's End.'

Elaine rose with a radiant smile and offered her hand to him. He took it gently and kissed it, suddenly, painfully aware of the ink-stains on his long fingers.

'I am delighted, Baron,' Elaine said.

She had dimples. For the first time he could see why they were considered pretty.

'Please excuse us,' Elaine said, 'our friends are waiting.'

'Of course. I hope to see you again soon, my lady.' He bowed, and it took every shred of willpower he possessed to release her delicate fingers from his grip.

They were already moving away, arm in arm. Just before they turned the crisp corner of the hedge Elaine turned and gave him a shy smile and a little wave of her hand. That easily she made him her slave.

The dream burred, and bits of memory flashed through his mind. Days and weeks pa.s.sed and their acquaintance hardly progressed. He contrived reasons to be near her, yet he never seemed to find the opportunity to speak to her alone. She always had a previous engagement, or her duties to the Queen prevented any meeting. He found himself intruding on groups of younger courtiers when she was allowed away from duties and was with her friends. They regarded him as an interloper, but his rank provided him a great shield against their youthful disdain, and his blindness to others when Elaine was near prevented him from seeing their mocking amus.e.m.e.nt at his obvious infatuation. The more she eluded him, the more he desired her. Despite his nearly thirty years of age, despite his responsibility as Baron and his years of running the barony while his father lingered ill, he was unprepared for a girl barely more than half his age. Knowing next to nothing about Elaine, he found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with her.

Longingly, he thought of her during every waking moment and in his dreams: for she seemed to him everything that was lovely and feminine and sweet. It was impossible that he could love her this deeply and she could feel nothing for him; she must just be hiding her feelings, waiting for a time when they were alone.

The part of Bernarr that was an old man in a lonely bed no longer begged. It panted slightly, like a beaten dog lying in the dust, scarcely flinching as the whip fell.

Baron Hamil de Raise was a n.o.bleman who exercised considerably more court influence than Bernarr, and had some real wealth as well: there were ancestral banners and weapons on the panelled walls of his chambers, but also instruments and books. It had been his scholarly interests that had caused him and Bernarr to gravitate to one another.

Their early meetings flickered through Bernarr's mind without sound, glimpses of a gla.s.s of wine shared, a banquet where they sat nearby and exchanged pleasantries, then suddenly the dream became vivid, as if reliving a memory.

Hamil was leading Bernarr down a dark street in a seedier part of the city. The stench of garbage in the alley they pa.s.sed before reaching their destination was vivid, as was the sound of bootheels grinding in the damp gravel and mud. Hamil said, 'Hers is a very minor family, of no particular consequence, fine old name, originally a line of court barons from Bas-Tyra, but now reduced to the one lone estate in the south. Her father is an active embarra.s.sment to the proud name. What remains of it. He's been stripped of every hereditary t.i.tle his forebears gained, and clings with near desperation to the rank of "Squire", which the Crown permits as an act of courtesy. She is merely "Lady du Benton". He's a most intemperate gambler who has squandered considerable wealth over the years. With no male heir, the line dies with him and I'd wager the Crown forecloses on the estate.'

The gambling house was of a low sort and it was set into the bas.e.m.e.nt of what was probably a brothel, with ancient smoke-marked beams barely a tall man's height overhead once you had gone down the six worn stone steps. The two men kept their long cloaks close about them as they entered, but the very fabric of the dark cloth marked them out. Eyes shifted toward them; hard, feral eyes in scarred faces; bodies shifted, clad in rags or raggedy-gaudy finery. The guilty drew away in fear while the predatory moved closer.

Hamil smiled thinly and let the hilt of his sword show. The worn s.h.a.green of the grip sent a stronger message than the inlay-work on the guard; the various toughs and bravos stepped away.

'Not the sort of place to find a gentleman,' Hamil murmured, echoing Bernarr's thought.

'And we haven't,' the younger man said, equally quietly.

Du Benton was unmistakable, leaning forward on a bench and ignoring the newcomers; he was thin and dirty and his clothing, once of good quality, was stained and torn. His pale eyes held a frantic light as they watched the play of the dice. As du Benton placed his bet he licked his thin lips with naked l.u.s.t.

Bernarr turned his head away; this was more than he'd wanted to know about any man, least of all the father of the one he loved.

Yes, loved!

Hamil was right: the man was a disgrace. That a flower like Elaine had blossomed from such slime defied belief. I must save her I must save her, he thought, before her beast of a father defiles her before her beast of a father defiles her. For he could see that a man like du Benton would drag her down with him in some foul way if she wasn't freed of him. The desperation in the man's face as he lost the wager told Bernarr that du Benton would gladly offer his daughter's hand to any man with a pouch of gold. He must obtain leave to wed her. He must save her from her father offering her hand to some fat old merchant or wastrel son of an idle eastern n.o.ble. 'Let's go,' he said to his friend. 'I've seen enough.'

'I hope you have,' said Hamil, though from his tone it was apparent he knew Bernarr mistook his meaning. As they returned towards Hamil's apartment near the palace, the older baron knew this lesson was lost on his young friend.

There were formalities to be observed. Bernarr quietly pet.i.tioned the Crown for permission to marry and after a contentious meeting with the court official who was responsible for recommendations to the Crown, permission was grudgingly given.

Having the King's permission, if not blessing, armoured Bernarr and he set out to woo and win the lady of his dreams. He found that love was a glorious feeling: dizzying, intoxicating, delightful past all measure.

At first he hadn't been sure that Elaine shared the feeling and he'd been in an agony of uncertainty, all the more painful because of his overwhelming love for her. Her declining of his invitations and her duties to the Queen made her seem unreachable. He began to find ways to be with her, even if it meant contriving invitations to social events where she was in attendance. But it was so difficult to get her attention. She was always surrounded by a b.u.t.terfly cloud of her fashionable friends. There was one fellow in particular who usurped her time, a handsome but dissolute young fellow named Zakry, the third son of a minor court squire. He wore the latest court fashions and carried himself with a swagger born of arrogance, not battle-won confidence. His mouth was almost feminine as he pursed his lips in disapproval over some imagined flaw in Bernarr's attire, and his smile was constantly mocking. It was obvious to Bernarr that his intentions toward Elaine were not honourable, but it was equally clear that she was infatuated with the boy. He would need to act soon or her generous nature and naivete would lead her into disgrace. Bernarr was certain once Elaine was sure of his true love for her, her childish attraction to a dissolute boy like Zakry would be swept away.

Had his father been still alive he might never have dared to ask for her hand. The old baron would have demanded a more politically advantageous match for his son, and future grand-sons. But Bernarr was free to act for his own happiness and so he did.

Soon he began ignoring social conventions and seeking ways to be with her. He would simply put himself at her side whenever possible, ignoring dark looks from Zakry and her other friends as he used his rank to force them aside.

Elaine was always gracious, but always correct. Her smiles were cordial and she laughed politely at his quips. After a while, he realized that she was shy and pure and didn't know how to show him her deeper feelings. She was a true lady, despite her awful father. She hid behind a mask, for it was impossible for him to imagine she could not return his feelings. She must love him!

Being loved by a G.o.ddess like Elaine made him feel special and powerful, capable of accomplishing anything. Even winning her hand and heart, despite her modesty. Suddenly he had new insight into the romantic poets and the fixations of men who had gone to war for the love of a woman. After less than a month of seeing her briefly at the palace, he resolved to put an end to this matter and sought out her father.

Elaine's father had agreed with shocking alacrity. A baron sought the hand of his daughter, and moreover, one unconcerned with his inability to provide even a token dowry. He had agreed to every one of Bernarr's suggestions, including a modest annual allowance to provide for the squire's apartment in Rillanon. Bernarr was not being generous; he wished the man as far from them as possible. Had he agreed, Bernarr would have found him an apartment in Roldem or the one of the eastern kingdoms. The squire promised Bernarr that his daughter would be in the royal maze the next day at one, to receive Bernarr's proposal. The old man had been positively beside himself with joy as Bernarr left the seedy inn where he had negotiated the hand of the woman he loved.

Bernarr found her on one of the benches at the centre of the maze, looking pale and as nervous as a startled fawn. Instantly he went down on one knee and took one of her hands in his. Today his fingers were clean and the slight tan of his skin made a pleasing contrast to the delicate white of hers. 'I have spoken to your father and he has consented to our marriage,' he said, his heart virtually leaping into his throat as he watched her reaction.

'You do not know me,' she said, her voice soft and breathless. 'How could you possibly love me?'

With a smile he kissed her fingers. 'To see you is to love you,' he a.s.sured her. 'I know you better than you think. But, you do not know me, which is my fault.' Bernarr bowed his head over her hand and stroked her fingers with his thumb, lost for a moment in the wonder of her touch. Then he looked up at her. 'I do love you, my lady. I promise to be a good and gentle husband to you. I beg you to make me the happiest man alive by honouring me with your hand. My love will awaken your heart and you will come to know what I do, that I could not love you so deeply, so pa.s.sionately, without your loving me in equal measure. We will be happy, I promise you.'

She was staring at him as if in wonder, then she closed her eyes and caught her breath, catching her lower lip in her teeth. After a moment she let out her breath in a gasp and lowered her head. 'Of course I will marry you, my lord. I could never refuse such an honour.'

He reached out and lifted her chin, waiting until her eyes met his. 'You would marry me of your own free will?' he asked. 'Because you love me?'

A single tear traced a path down her pale cheek. 'Of course I do,' she said, her voice choked. 'Of course.' Then she leapt to her feet and said, 'Forgive me, my lord, I am overwhelmed and must collect myself.' So saying, she fled, leaving him puzzled by the behaviour of women, but thrilled and delighted, his blood dancing with joy.

She loved him!

The next time he saw her, Elaine insisted that the ceremony be held as quickly as possible. Her boldness had taken his breath away and sent his heart's blood rushing. For a moment it was hard for him to think and this time he took her in his arms in wonder and delight. When he lifted her head and looked down into her lovely face he thought he would melt with the heat of his pa.s.sion. He realized at that moment, she would give herself to him without hesitation. Pushing aside his pa.s.sion, he whispered, 'I would not so dishonour you.' Elaine blinked, looking up at him in astonishment. 'But we will be married as soon as it can be arranged.'

The wedding was an intimate affair in the chapel of Ruthiathe G.o.ddess of Luckat the palace, witnessed by more of Bernarr's friends than Elaine's.

'It is nothing,' she said, making light of it. 'It's the way of things here. I have moved on and so have they.'

He thought that she was hurt by their desertion for all she dismissed their peculiar absence so carelessly. He tried to make it up to her by being extra attentive through their small but elegant wedding feast. Later, when they were alone, he presented her with his personal wedding gift, a magnificent emerald neck-lace. 'To match your eyes,' he told her.

Elaine was enchanted and stared into the mirror for a full minute without saying a word. She touched each stone, then looked up, and into his eyes in the mirror. Her lips parted and she pulled at the bow that held her nightgown closed. With a shrug the fine gown dropped to her feet and she turned, smiling, and went to him, naked save for the emeralds.

That night, that pa.s.sionate, wonderful night, had been the happiest of his life.

In his sleep, the tormented old man cried, tears emerging from closed eyelids. No! No! he shouted in his mind, knowing that he had once again visited and left behind the single most joyous night he had known, and knowing what pain and suffering was to come. he shouted in his mind, knowing that he had once again visited and left behind the single most joyous night he had known, and knowing what pain and suffering was to come.

The trip home had been as comfortable as he could make it, but Elaine was not a good traveller. His relief as they came into the harbour of Land's End was enormous, for he had begun to fear for her health. She had been sick at almost every stage of their journey and he was resolved that she should see a chirurgeon as soon as possible.

As he stood beside her at the ship's rail, his arm curled protectively around her slender shoulders, Bernarr could sense the disappointment that her smile hid. For the first time in his life he saw Land's End in comparison with Rillanon, Salador, and Krondor, and it did not compare well. It was a small, work-a-day place, shabby, plain and ordinary.

'You will make it beautiful just by being here. My people will love you,' he promised.

Elaine smiled dazzlingly and embraced him and his heart lifted. She was wonderful, everything he had thought she would be and more. If only she were not so often ill.

He took her to his estate in the country, thinking the air would be more pure there. Elaine seemed bored and listless, but her colour was better and he thought she seemed stronger.

They had been home less than three weeks when a ship came to port carrying a number of Elaine's friends. And they came carrying evil tidings. Her father had been murdered in a tavern brawl. To his horror, Elaine fainted dead away. Bernarr ordered the servants to carry her to her room and then turned his fury on her friends.

Zakry, the squire's third son of whom Elaine was once so fond, seemed overcome with astonishment. His handsome features slowly turned from amazement to anger under the Baron's blistering attack. 'I would never try to hurt the Lady Elaine!' he exploded. 'She is very dear to me.' For a moment Bernarr was certain the boy would draw his sword, and found himself antic.i.p.ating the confrontation with pleasure. Then, Zakry seemed to come to himself and gestured behind him to where his friends stood. 'To all of us. I apologize for being insensitive to your lady's delicate nature. We should have antic.i.p.ated what a shock the news would be.'

They all nodded and curtsyed and murmured their agreement.

Bernarr looked at them, his nostrils pinched with disapproval and his face white with rage. 'Because my wife has such regard for you, and because you meant well by coming here I will, of course, extend to you the hospitality of my house. But I warn you, at the slightest hint that you are upsetting her, I will order you to leave.' With that, Bernarr spun on his heel and followed the servants to his lady's quarters, to sit by her bed until she woke.

Indeed, it seemed to Bernarr that Zakry's estimation of Elaine's feelings for her father was correct. For, although she should have been in deep mourning, after recovering from her faint, she showed no signs of distress: rather, she spent all of her time with her old friends, laughing and gossiping and even dancing and singing. Bernarr didn't approve; it was unseemly. And yet, he could deny her nothing. Especially since he'd met her wretched father and could well understand her lack of concern. It must have been a horror being raised alone by such as he. Still, after several social galas Elaine organized and many forays into the city to shop, the local squires and rich merchants could barely hide their disapproval of her frivolous manner. He felt embarra.s.sed. Yet he forgave her everything, accounting her actions to her youth and the influence of her callow friends.

He wanted to stay by her side every moment, but the duties he'd left behind had piled up over the months he'd been away and there was always work to be done. Often he was called away to the city, or away at nearby villages, conducting the business of the barony, and was gone for two or three days. The old castle overlooking the city was garrisoned, but it was otherwise empty, lacking even a pretence of occupation. Other than soldiers and his personal secretary and the city officials who visited, Bernarr was alone. On those occasions, he burned with jealousy and hated himself for it.

He knew her friends were leading her into unseemly behaviour. Elaine meant well, but she was so innocent that she truly saw no harm in their silly play that in this time of mourning bordered on the debauched. Not in Rillanon, perhaps, but certainly in Land's End.

He must do something! At the very least he must do something about Zakry. He was the instigator, the one who led them all astray. Get rid of him and the problem was all but solved.

Yes, something must be done, and soon.

The old man's pain did not lessen in his sleep, but the thin lips with their deep vertical grooves pulled back from yellow teeth. There was little strength left in his face, but for a moment an observer might have seen him as he had been in youth and anger, a cold pale rage the deadlier for coming from the mind as much as the heart.

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