The Element of Fire - Martha Wells (best android ereader .txt) 📗

week. Trying to guess who he was going to show interest in and who he was going to brush off had been a game with Ravenna’s gentlewomen. Kade felt herself a fool, and she had seen too much bloodshed and horror in the last few days to seek the comfort of childishly wishing herself dead.

She would have to think about what to do at some point. Not right now, she told herself. Just not right now.

*

Thomas turned his head toward the light. It resolved into a glowing orange fire in an unfamiliar hearth. The room was dark, except for one candle that he could see as a dim glow through the curtain at the foot of the bed. He felt the sweat-drenched heat of a receding fever, and everything ached. Except the wound in his thigh that felt like a hot coal had been buried beneath the skin.

He sat up on one elbow and parted the bloody and burned (_Burned?_ he wondered) fabric to examine what looked like an especially clean sword thrust. It was closed over with a new pink scab, a sign of sorcerous healing.

Then he saw Kade sitting on a footstool by the fire, where she had blended into the light and its reflection on the polished stone hearth, a creature of amber, rose,and old gold. One could never tire of looking at her, he decided. There was always something new to see, an effect made even more interesting because she produced it unintentionally and entirely without artifice. They stared at one another for a time, until Kade blinked and shook herself.

“Where are we?” he asked her.

“Lord Aviler’s town house. You’ve been near dead most of the day, because you were hit by elf-shot.”

It took a moment for the words to sink in. He said, “I couldn’t have been.”

“Very well, argue about it as if you weren’t unconscious when it happened.”

Thomas looked at the wound again. “Did you cut it out?”

“Yes.”

“It couldn’t have been easy.” It was supposed to be impossible.

“I have had a hard day,” she admitted with dignity, lifting a handful of sweat-soaked hair away from her forehead.

He saw the bandage wrapped around her hand and asked, “What happened there?”

“Nothing.” After a moment of hesitation, she said, “Denzil’s here, with Falaise.”

Thomas closed his eyes. “No.”

“Yes. He got her away from Gideon and the others when they were attacked. They followed him here, but she’s too terrified of Denzil to take their help and Aviler stands about like a great idiot saying the Queen must decide who escorts her.”

Thomas fell back on the bed and contemplated the underside of the tester for a moment. “You realize that a short while ago I was as good as dead and this was all someone else’s problem.”

“You’re welcome. I think I know why Denzil’s here.”

He sat up again, taking a deep breath to steady himself as dizziness threatened. “I’d appreciate it if you’d tell me.”

“Aviler. If he’s in this plot with Denzil and Grandier, that’s one thing, but if he’s not…he isn’t just going to stand there and watch.”

The High Minister. A man who would support Roland despite personal differences, knowing he could increase the political power of the Ministry and it would never occur to the young King to stop him. A man with no patience for royal favorites. A man with nothing but suspicion for royal favorites. “You’re right.” With the help of the bedpost, Thomas hauled himself up and stood carefully, wincing at the tight pain of the wound. Limping around on it wasn’t going to do it any good but he hardly had a choice.

Kade was fiddling with her hair again. She said, “Falaise knows something.”

Thomas looked down at her. She was obviously reluctant. “Why do you think so?”

“She’s afraid of Denzil.”

“She should be.” He limped to the foot of the bed and found his dueling rapier and main gauche. He drew the sword to check the blade and saw it was nicked and dented but still unbent.

“I know that,” Kade said with asperity. “But she doesn’t know that, not unless she knows more than she should.”

Thomas hesitated, thinking it through. “How much do you think she knows?”

“She won’t tell me. She doesn’t think I can protect her. But I think she’ll tell you.”

“She may have tried to already, and I thought she was after something else. I should have listened to her but the woman never gave any sign she could think before.” If they somehow escaped the current situation, that might save Falaise’s neck. He could say she had confided to him early suspicions of Denzil but had been unable to give him anything definite. That would keep Roland or some ambitious courtier from charging her with treason along with Denzil. If they got out of this. Damned optimist. Then he realized the full implication of what Kade had said and looked down at her in surprise. “Doesn’t think you could protect her? That’s ridiculous. You’re not a supporter of Ravenna, Roland, or Denzil; you’re the only one who could protect her with impunity.”

Kade considered that. “Maybe she just can’t trust anyone anymore.”

Slipping his baldric over his head, Thomas thought, That’s an idea we could all have sympathy with.

The door opened and Lucas entered, then stopped abruptly as he saw Thomas. “You’re alive,” he said, smiling. “And I thought I was about to be promoted.”

“Careful, I might take you up on that.” Thomas gritted his teeth as he put his weight on his bad leg.

“Oh, I’d have to decline under these circumstances.”

“Typical of you. How many are we?”

“Eighteen. Not as bad as I thought it would be for a moment there, but bad. Commander Vivan’s dead, and Baserat…”

As he listed the familiar names Thomas shook his head. He would have to deal with it later. Worse that he didn’t know if their sacrifice had accomplished anything, if Ravenna and Roland had been able to get out of the city. Lucas finished with, “…and hard as it is to believe, Denzil’s here with…”

“I know. I’m about to go and give him the good news about my premature survival. Do you know where Falaise is?”

“Yes, Martin found where they’re keeping her. Gideon and some of the others are hanging about outside her rooms, making sure no one makes off with her.”

The Queen was ensconced in a suite in the opposite wing. Bloody and ragged, Thomas and Kade drew considerable attention passing through the house. Thomas limped, and resisted the urge to steady himself on the walls. They finally arrived at a suite guarded by five weary battered men with the badges of city service, who were in turn being watched by Gideon and six other Queen’s Guards.

Gideon was pacing, and when Thomas and the others entered the anteroom where the guards were gathered, he looked like he was in agony. Stiffly he began, “Sir, I—”

Thomas said, “Shut up,” and walked past him into the next room.

The city guards watched with great interest and made no attempt to stop him, but inside were several of Denzil’s contingent of Albon Knights, given to him by Roland and sworn to his personal service. Thomas said, “Gentlemen, really.”

The knights were well aware that denying a Queen’s Guard lieutenant the right to see the Queen was irregular enough, but denying it to the Queen’s Guard Captain was practically equivalent to abduction. One of the older knights looked uneasy. “We have our orders—” he began.

Falaise threw open the door and stood there, her eyes wide. She was still dressed for riding and her hair was coming down. She said, “Captain, thank God you’re all right.”

“I think your orders have just been countermanded.” Thomas smiled.

Falaise tapped the knight who was blocking the door on the shoulder, saying in an irritated tone, “Get out of the way.”

Thomas thought that if Kade were ever foolish enough to get herself into a similar situation, she would have probably punched the man in the kidney. The knights reluctantly moved aside.

Then from the anteroom Denzil pushed his way in through the city guards, Lord Aviler behind him. The High Minister looked mildly surprised to see them. Denzil stopped when he saw Thomas, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

Yes, Thomas thought, how awful that it all doesn’t go your way. He said, “I was looking for the Queen. It seems the King has temporarily misplaced her.” He wondered if Denzil would challenge him now.

The air in the room was brittle enough to break.

“She is under my protection,” Denzil said.

“Yes, I’ve heard all about that, but it isn’t necessary anymore.”

“I have men here—”

“You have twenty armed men sworn to your service, my lord,” Aviler interrupted. “And you, Captain, have about an equal number of Guardsmen in any condition to fight. I have a hundred city troops in service to the Ministry, and I suggest we leave them all to their duty of keeping this house secure.”

“A very diplomatic suggestion.” Thomas inclined his head.

Abruptly Falaise said, “I…thank you for your help, Lord Denzil, but I do not…require it any longer.”

Denzil stared down at her a long moment. “As you wish, Madame.” He turned away and left the anteroom. Aviler bowed sardonically and followed him.

Thomas followed Falaise into the room and closed the door behind him. It was a perfect setting for her, with light sarsenet hangings and mirror-glass set in the paneling. There was no maid in evidence. He wondered briefly if Falaise had sent her female attendants away, or if she had even been offered any. Was Denzil on his way here just now because he heard I was, or because he knew Falaise was alone? And was that why Aviler was trailing after him? He leaned on the back of a tapestry-covered armchair to take the weight off his leg and said, “My lady, I think there are some things we need to discuss.”

“Yes.” Falaise sat down on the daybed and looked up at him anxiously. “About Denzil.”

Kade had vanished somewhere along the way, though Thomas suspected she was nearby and within earshot. He wasn’t worried about that. She already suspected most of what Falaise was about to tell him. “How much do you know about the Duke of Alsene’s plans?”

“Nothing, not really. He…” Falaise looked away nervously. “Denzil suggested that if my husband were to have to leave the throne, I might consider marrying him.”

Landlaw again. The oldest traditions held that by being the King’s wife, Falaise took on part of the mystique of the crown, if not its authority. If Roland died without leaving children, and one of the possible heirs married Falaise, it would go far to strengthen his claim in the minds of a great many people. There were a considerable number of families with enough royal blood to pursue the throne, and many technically closer to it than Denzil’s. But none of them had tried to suborn Falaise… It implies he’s fairly sure she’s soon to become a widow. “That’s treason.”

Her expression was earnest. “I know.”

Thomas closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “What did you tell him?”

“I didn’t answer him.” She made a helpless gesture. “I tried to put him off. I was afraid if I said no he would tell Roland lies about me, but if I said yes, even if I didn’t mean it, he might go through with what he planned. I didn’t know who to go to.”

Yes, you did. You Just couldn’t get me to listen to you. Thomas noticed she had refrained from pointing that error out to him, but it would have been against