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"Come get your sword," the monk suggested.
"No, I'll wait a moment," he replied.
"You don't have a moment," the man pointed out.
Cazio followed his gaze and saw that he didn't. Two of the man's brethren were rushing toward him.
Grimly, he started toward the fallen broadsword, only a yard away.
Then he felt something like a thousand spiders racing across his skin. His windpipe closed, and his heart shuddered, stopped, and started again, faster than before. He gasped and fell to one knee but fought back up.
But there was no need. His attackers were sprawled motionless on the ground, their corpses twisted unnaturally.
He turned and found Anne two kingsyards behind him. Her eyes were green ice, looking somewhere he couldn't see. Her body was taut beneath her black and ocher riding habit, like the string of a lute tightened almost to breaking.
She shifted her gaze to him, and his heart suddenly went strange again.
Then her face softened and she smiled, and he swallowed as the pain in his chest eased. He started to say something, but he saw she wasn't looking at him anymore but instead studying the grounds of the monastery.
"That's it, then," she said softly. "That's all of them."
"That's what we thought before," Cazio said, lifting himself to his feet. "Before these fellows came up from behind."
"True," Anne murmured. "I miss things still. They just arrived, I think-from the forest."
"And there could be more. Anne, you ought to get inside. Your Sefry can sweep the woods around."
She shot him a smile that he suddenly suspected was condescending. But then, she had just killed two men without touching them, and it wasn't the first time.
"You can still bleed," he pointed out. "An arrow can still kill you. I can't quite catch an arrow."
"True," Anne said. "Secure me. I am at your disposal."
The monastery Saint Eng stood on a small hill surrounded by wheat fields and pasture, save for one dark finger of forest that prodded up to it from the south. The clock tower of the town of Pale could be seen in the west, near the line of the same forest. It wasn't a big place, just a few out-buildings and barns scattered around a squat, squarish structure with a single rather inelegant tower rising from the southeast corner.
Before they had taken ten steps, five of Anne's cowled Sefry guard were with them, led by their amber-eyed captain, Cauth Versial.
"Majesty," Cauth said, taking a knee. "Apologies. They drew us away from you."
"It's nothing," Anne said. "You see my Cazio was able to handle it."
My Cazio? Why had she phrased it like that? Why had she phrased it like that?
"Nevertheless," the Sefry said, "I shouldn't have left you with only one guard. But the inside of the monastery is secure now."
"Good," Anne replied. "We'll go there, then. And I think I'd like to dine."
"It's nearly that hour," the Sefry said. "I'll have something fetched."
By the next bell Cazio was sitting with Anne in a small room on the west side of the building. St. Abulo was driving the sun down the Hesper sky, but he still had a few bells to go this long summer day.
"I'll miss this," Anne sighed, gazing out the window and sipping her wine.
"Miss what?"
"These outings."
"Outings? You mean our fights with the Church?"
"Yes," she replied. "Just sitting on the throne is dull, and the details of war-well, the generals don't really need me to work those out. This feels real real to me, Cazio. I can see the faces of those we rescue." to me, Cazio. I can see the faces of those we rescue."
Cazio sniffed his wine, then raised it up.
"Az da Vereo," he toasted. he toasted.
"Yes," Anne agreed. "To the real."
They drank.
"This is Vitellian," he murmured. "From the Tero Vaillamo region if I'm not very wrong."
Anne tilted her head. "Why does it matter? Wine is wine, isn't it?"
For a moment Cazio had no idea what to say. He'd known Anne for almost a year and been almost constantly at her side during that time. He'd formed a pretty good opinion of her and had certainly never suspected she was capable of what could even charitably only be called a moronic statement.
"I, ah, you're kidding with me," he finally managed.
"Well, there's red and white, I suppose," she went on. "But really, beyond that I've never been able to tell the difference."
Cazio blinked, then held up his cup. "You can't tell the difference between this and the frog blood we drank at that inn on the way here? You really can't?"
She shrugged and took a large swallow, then looked thoughtful.
"No," she said. "I like this, but I liked the 'frog blood,' too."
"It must be like being blind or deaf," Cazio said. "I...it's really absurd."
She pointed the index finger of the hand holding the gla.s.s at him. "That's just the sort of comment some some queens might have your head struck off for," she said. queens might have your head struck off for," she said.
"Yes, well, I'd rather have it struck off if I couldn't discern Dacrumi da Pachio Dacrumi da Pachio from p.i.s.s-of-the-Cat." from p.i.s.s-of-the-Cat."
"But you can, can," Anne said, "or say you can, so best start walking backward now."
"My apologies," Cazio said. "It's just that this wine-" He tasted it again and dropped his eyelids. "Close your eyes," he said, "and taste it again."
He heard Anne sigh.
"It's five, maybe six years ago," he began. "The hills in the Tero Vaillamo are purple with the blooms of wild oregano and lavender; the juniper trees are swaying in a slight breeze. It's hot, and it hasn't rained in a month. The vines are heavy with little purple grapes so ripe that some have already begun to ferment. The familia familia is picking them, old men, young men, girls and boys, handling each grape like a little jewel, fruit from the same stock their grandparents and great-grandparents picked two hundred years ago and more. They put the grapes in a big vat, and as the afternoon cools, they feast on roast pork, they open last year's wine, and there's music while they smash the grapes with apple-wood pestles. They ferment it carefully, the way they've done it for centuries. They take their time, and the method never leaves the family. They let it ripen in a cellar, not too cool, not too hot. Perfect." He took another sip. "Taste. The oregano, the lavender, the juniper. The smoke is their cooking fire, where they roasted the boar for the vatting feast. The art, the care..." is picking them, old men, young men, girls and boys, handling each grape like a little jewel, fruit from the same stock their grandparents and great-grandparents picked two hundred years ago and more. They put the grapes in a big vat, and as the afternoon cools, they feast on roast pork, they open last year's wine, and there's music while they smash the grapes with apple-wood pestles. They ferment it carefully, the way they've done it for centuries. They take their time, and the method never leaves the family. They let it ripen in a cellar, not too cool, not too hot. Perfect." He took another sip. "Taste. The oregano, the lavender, the juniper. The smoke is their cooking fire, where they roasted the boar for the vatting feast. The art, the care..."
He suddenly felt breath on his lips.
"Hush," Anne said as she kissed him.
She smelled like the wine and apricot and fresh green apple. Her tongue searched against his, and his whole body flashed hot. He fumbled his wine down and stood, reaching for her head, cupping behind her ears, and drawing her up against him. She laughed and pressed close.
Cazio took a breath-and lifted his head.
"Wait," he said. "What-what?"
"I had to shut you up," she said, reaching back up with her mouth. "You would have gone on like that all night. Come on; you know you wanted this."
He released her and stepped back a little. "Well, yes," he said. "But you weren't interested, and then Austra..." He floundered off.
"So all of those things you said in Vitellio, when we met, and on the road home were nothing, just lies?"
"No," he said. "No, but it was before I knew who you were and before-"
"Austra," Anne finished, crossing her arms. "Before you and Austra." She frowned. "You're no good for her."
"No good for her but fine for you?"
"I'm different," Anne said. "Austra-you could hurt Austra."
"But not you?"
"Once, maybe. Not now."
"Well, I've no intention of hurting Austra," Cazio said.
"No. Otherwise you might do something like, oh, kiss her best friend."
"You kissed me me!"
"That's how you you tell it," Anne replied. tell it," Anne replied.
"Now, wait," he began, suddenly feeling that everything was out of control.
Anne suddenly laughed and picked her wine back up. "Hush, drink," she said. "Your virtue is safe. I just wanted to know."
"What?"
"If you really love Austra. If you're really faithful to her. If you can be trusted."
"Oh," he said, his head whirling. "Then this was all for her?"
"Well, it certainly wasn't for you," Anne said. "Now tacheta, tacheta, and drink your wine, and don't try to explain it to me anymore." and drink your wine, and don't try to explain it to me anymore."
Cazio did as he was told, desperately trying to sort out what had just happened. He'd felt more competent on his brother's boat, and he not only knew nothing about the sea but never felt adequate around his brother. He tried to sneak a glance at Anne, to see what the expression on her face was, but was a little afraid to.
When he'd first met Anne, she'd been in love with a man named Roderick, or thought she was, the way girls often did with their first paramours. Still, Cazio had always felt he had a chance. Anne had never given him much hope, though, and when he'd discovered she was in line to be queen of one of the most powerful nations in the world, he'd given up the matter for lost. Besides, his feelings for Austra had been strengthening that whole time, and he was happy with her, missed her even now.
So why did he want to grab Anne and return her kiss? Why did he find it so hard to picture Austra at the moment?
A light rap at the door caught his attention. He glanced up and saw that it was one of Anne's Sefry pages.
"Majesty," he said. "Duke Artwair of Haundwarpen begs a word."
"Yes, of course; send him in."
A moment later the duke appeared, an imposing man with steel-gray eyes and close-cropped hair. One of his hands was made of wood.
"Majesty," he said, bowing.
"Cousin, it's good to see you. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
He smiled uncomfortably. "I was riding in the area."
"That's an odd coincidence. This place is rather out of the way."
"Indeed. I was riding in the area because reports were that you were here."
"I see. You've come to collect me. Is that it?"
"You are the empress," Artwair said, "I cannot 'collect' you. But you are needed in Eslen. Your people need you on your throne."
"My people have seemed rather pleased to see me freeing their towns from torture and oppression."
"Yes, I agree. Your...adventures...have made you very popular. But now some begin to wonder if you are neglecting the larger issue of the war that seems sure to come."
"I've you to general my army."
"And you've an army to do the sort of thing you've been risking your life at these last few months. And this place-why did you come here? A monastery in the country, not so far from the Hansan border. Have you any idea how exposed you are here?"
Anne nodded. "I won't be here long. And this is the last."
"The last what?"
"The last of my 'little adventures,' as I was just telling Cazio. When I'm done here, I'll return to Eslen, I promise."
"Well, you've reduced the place," Artwair pointed out. "What more did you have in mind?"
"Don't you know where we are?" Anne asked. "The saint this faneway is dedicated to?"
The duke's eyes widened. "You wouldn't-"
"Why wouldn't I?"