The Royal Hunter Part 4

-""That's colonel, soldier!" Rosewall straightened his thin shoulders, looking amazingly authoritarian in his navy blue bathrobe. "And if it concerns young Miss Trahaern here, then it most certainly-"Talia intervened and placed a gentle hand on the colonel's arm. "It's okay, Colonel. I need to have a discussion with Mr. Archer here. Would you do me a favor and go back inside and help the others? I know they look to you for guidance." She leaned closer. "And if I'm not inside in ten minutes, call the cops, okay?"

The colonel harrumphed, but finally saluted her, gave Archer a brief once-

over that likely would have left his troops trembling but made no obvious impact on Archer, then walked toward the lobby door. "Ten minutes," he repeated. "Not a second longer."

Talia nodded, waiting until he was inside before turning around. "Just what in the h.e.l.l is going on here? Who are you? Some kind of cop or something?" He didn't look like a cop. And the old man hardly looked like a cop's partner. It might not be wise to remain outside alone with him, but he knew something about her mother. She shuddered again and rubbed gently at her neck. "How did you know my mother? And what does that have to do with Jimmy?"

"Mother?""You said you were looking for Eleri Trahaern."Archer swore. "Where is she?""I-She's dead."Just then the older man materialized behind her, seemingly out of nowhere.

Archer took the dog from its happy perch in the old man's arms. "You didn't

take us far enough back. This is her daughter. We need Eleri."

"We are precisely where we need to be," he said calmly. "Eleri was pregnant with young Talia here, you see. That is why she left."

"Now you tell me?"

"Now is when it matters," he said simply. "Going back to her lifetime would have yielded us nothing. We wouldn't have convinced her to return with a young child."

Talia's attention flickered between them. She had no idea what they were

talking about. "My mother died when I was six."

Pain flickered over Baleweg's smooth face. "I know, my dear, and you have my deepest condolences. I tried to help, but she was a stubborn one. However, now your time has come. Only you can help us."

Talia felt as if she'd been dropped into Oz. "Help you with what? Wait a

minute, you knew my mother?"He nodded and smiled gently. "I did. And I'm sorry to barge in on you like this." He sent a baleful look toward Archer, then turned his sublime countenance back to her. "What we have to tell you, Miss Trahaern, will seem fantastical, but I'm asking that you open both your mind and your young heart and hear us out. Lives are at stake."

He took her hand and what felt like a mild electrical current smoothed up and down her arm. She would have pulled away, but the sensation felt so incredibly good she didn't seem to have the willpower to end the contact. His eyes were so blue, she realized absently, you could stare at them forever.

She shook her head then and blinked a couple of times, frowning as she pulled her arm free. The pleasurable sensations lingered, however. "I don't know how I can be of any help to you. I remember very little about my mother."

"What do you remember?" the old man asked.

For all that Talia was enthralled with the idea that she had finally met someone with clues to her past, this was just too strange. She folded her arms.

"I think perhaps you should explain yourself first."

Archer sighed in disgust, drawing her attention back to him.

"What is your problem?" The tension finally snapped her control. "And why were you after Jimmy? What did he mean, 'I found her first'?"

"You mean Dideon? I'm guessing he was sent here to kill you." He said this as

smoothly as if he'd been discussing the weather. "I thought you'd appreciate

me stopping him." He turned to Baleweg. "I get no grat.i.tude."Talia's mouth dropped open. So he was a cop. But their accents... they were both Brits. That made a strange sort of sense, as her mother had been Welsh. So what kind of cops could they be? Some sort of secret agents? Like James Bond or something? This was all too surreal. Maybe he wasn't a secret agent, just deranged. They'd both escaped from some mental inst.i.tution and they'd just thought they'd known Jimmy. Except... Jimmy had definitely recognized Archer. And they both knew Eleri. They had her picture. A headache of mammoth proportions sprang to life inside her head.

Baleweg sighed the sigh of the eternally weary and folded his hands together. "If you'd allow me to conduct this in the manner in which we'd agreed-"

"No, mate, you instructed, I never agreed."

"And they wonder why I don't get involved in the affairs of the court,"

Baleweg muttered.

The court? "Is Jimmy in some kind of legal trouble? What did he do?" She knew something was weird about that guy. But how in the h.e.l.l it involved her mother... Her head throbbed.

Baleweg turned to them both, his serene countenance now sh.o.r.ed up with a goodly amount of steel. "Miss Trahaern, I apologize for the manner in which this situation has been brought to your attention. However, I cannot reverse what has been done." He looked at Archer. "Much as I would like to. Once a

life is entered, I can only go forward in it." He gestured behind them. "I see there is a gazebo down near the gardens. Why don't we head there and I will endeavor to answer all your questions."

A life entered? Again, she had no idea what he was talking about. She did know that the gazebo was another hundred yards father away from the Lodge.

Not a good idea. "We'll have our little talk right here." She eyed first Archer, then Baleweg. "You'll answer my questions, then I'll decide what, if anything, I'll do to help you."

Archer stared at the woman who was worth a queen's ransom to him.

Unfortunately, this wasn't a dead-or-alive mission. He turned to Baleweg.

"Catriona wants Eleri Trahaern. How do you know her daughter will be able to help?"

Baleweg didn't look away from Talia. "The gift is pa.s.sed from mother to

daughter."If Archer had shifted his gaze to Talia's even a moment later, he would have missed the split-second flash of... what had it been? Fear? Understanding?

It was the latter that propelled him forward. If she was a healer like her

mother, then she would do. "What do you remember about your mother?"

"I believe I said I would ask the questions." There was heat in her voice. Her eyes had edged away from the wildness he'd seen earlier. Perhaps she was made of stronger stuff than her willowy frame and fine halo of dark hair would lead one to believe. But it was those ethereal gray eyes that held his attention. "How do you know my mother?" She looked to them both.

"I never knew her," Archer replied. "But I knew of her. She held a rather prominent position in court."

"Court? I don't remember her ever mentioning she was involved in the legal

system."

"The House of Dalwyn."

Baleweg stepped between them both. "He is speaking of the royal court."

Talia looked confused. "Royal? But isn't Queen Elizabeth a Windsor or

something?"

"The House of Dalwyn comes after the Windsors. Much after, in fact."

Baleweg reached out a hand. "This is confusing, but I a.s.sure you we can explain everything."

Talia backed away from his touch. "Just tell me how you know my mother and

how you tracked me down." She left Jimmy's role out of it for now. She

glanced at her watch, then darted a look to the lobby door.

Archer knew their time was growing short. Baleweg was handling this all wrong. Looking into her eyes, Archer realized what it was he'd seen earlier, beyond the fear, the understanding. Curiosity. She was terrified, but she still wanted to know. She'd been six when Eleri died and apparently knew nothing about her mother's role in a future kingdom. He could change that.

"We come from a future time. As did your mother." He gauged her reaction.

Stunned confusion. She didn't know anything about this. Archer swore under his breath. Nothing was ever easy. "Our ruler, Queen Catriona Dalwyn, is very ill. Your mother served her father, King Cynan." A flicker of recognition. He leaped on it. "You recognize the name?"

She shook her head, but she was lying."Your mother, what did she tell you about him?" he insisted."Nothing. It was... it was a bedtime story. A fairy tale." Real fear flickered in her eyes.

"It's no fairy tale, Talia. Your mother was telling you where she was from.

That was her home. Now the queen needs your help."

Talia's expression clearly said that she felt as if she were placating the insane.

Archer sympathized. He was beginning to think this whole mission was insane. How in the h.e.l.l was he going to convince her they spoke the truth?

He turned to Baleweg for help, but the older man merely motioned for him to continue. Thanks, mate. "Your mother was born into service for the House of Dalwyn. She was the royal healer. But there was trouble, an attempt was made on her life, and she escaped. She found a doorway... to the past." He motioned to Baleweg. "He helped her to come here."

Talia simply stared at him, looking mostly numb now.

"Baleweg says your mother pa.s.sed her skills to you." He noticed she glanced

immediately at Ringer, then back at him. He wasn't sure what that signaled, but apparently Baleweg did.