Traitor's Moon

46 A COLD WELCOME

Alec woke to the sound of waves slapping wood close to his head. Rising from his cramped place in the bow, he looked back past the sail and found Seregil at the tiller, scanning the horizon. He was a sorry sight, with his bruised face and filthy tunic. In this early light, he looked pale, drained of life.

Ghostly.

Alec secretly made a warding sign on his friend's behalf. Seregil glanced his way just then and gave him a tired grin.

"Look there," he said, pointing ahead. "You can just make out the Ea'malies there on the horizon. Keep an eye out for sails."

And so they did, through the morning and into the long afternoon. Their eyes burned from the glare, and their lips cracked from the salt and sun. They kept to a northeast course, using the distant islands as their guide as they tacked back and forth. Alec spelled Seregil at the tiller now and then, urging him to sleep, but he refused.

At last, as the sun slanted down toward the western horizon, Alec caught sight of a dark spot against the silver face of the sea.

"There!" he croaked, hanging over the side in his excitement. "Do you see it? Is that a sail?"

"A Skalan sail," Seregil confirmed, swinging the tiller hard. "Let's hope we get to her before nightfall. They'll never spot us in the dark, and we're too slow to chase them."

Over the next two hours Alec watched as the speck of color grew into the distant outline of a red-sailed Skalan warship. The vessel was taking the usual route used by the dispatch couriers.

"That's all it may be," Seregil fretted as they neared the vessel. "She's alone, not another ship in sight. By the Four, I hope we haven't been chasing the wrong one!"

Any fears they might have had about missing the ship in the dark were quickly allayed. The other vessel shifted course, heading directly for them.

"Looks like our luck is holding after all," Alec said.

As soon as they were within shouting distance they hailed the vessel and heard their greeting returned. Skimming in close to her side, they found a rope ladder hanging ready and the rail above lined with expectant faces.

"Take this," Seregil said, handing him a line. "I'll make this end fast. We don't want to lose this boat until we're sure this other is the right one."

The ladder swung crazily with the roll of the larger vessel, and Alec was dizzy and bruised by the time he'd fought his way up to the rail. Strong hands grasped him, pulling him the rest of the way. Then, to his considerable surprise, he was thrust forward and dragged to his knees.

"Hold on, just let me get—" He tried to rise, only to be pushed down again, harder this time. Looking around, he found himself hemmed in by armed sailors.

Seregil tumbled down beside him and was kicked flat when he tried to rise. Alec reached for his sword, but Seregil stopped him with a sharp look.

"We come in the name of Princess Klia and the queen!" he announced, keeping his own hands well clear of his weapons.

"Sure you do," someone growled.

The crowd parted for a black-haired woman wearing the salt-crusted jerkin of a Skalan naval commander.

"You're a long way from shore in that little bean pod of yours," she said, not smiling.

"We were sent by Princess Klia to intercept her brother, Prince Korathan," Seregil explained, clearly mystified by their hostile reception.

The commander folded her arms, unmoved. "Oh, were you? And where did you learn to speak Skalan so prettily?"

"At the court of Queen Idrilain, may Sakor welcome her spirit," Seregil retorted. He tried to rise and was shoved down again. "Listen to me! There isn't much time. I'm Lord Seregil i Korit, and this is Sir Alec i Amasa of Ivywell. We're aides to Princess Klia. There's been trouble and we must speak to Korathan."

"Why would Prince Korathan be on my ship?" she demanded.

"If not yours, then one close behind," Seregil said, and Alec was dismayed to sense his friend faltering. He looked around quickly, seeking an escape route and finding none. They were still hemmed in by the crew, and there were archers armed and ready along the rail, watching with obvious interest. Even if they did break free, there was nowhere to run.

"Let's see your proofs, then," the woman demanded.

"Proofs?"

"Letters of passage."

"Our journey was too dangerous to risk carrying anything written," Seregil retorted. "The situation in—"

"How convenient," she drawled, drawing an ugly laugh from the others. "It looks like we've caught ourselves a couple of dirty 'faie spies, lads. What do you say, Methes?"

The blond sailor at her side favored Alec and Seregil with an unfriendly look. "These fish are mighty small, Captain. Best to gut 'em and throw them back unless they can tell us a better story." He drew a long knife from his belt and signaled to several other men, who pinned Seregil's and Alec's arms. The one called Methes grabbed Seregil by the hair and yanked his head back to bare his throat.

"For hell's sake, listen!" snarled Seregil.

"We are who we say. We can prove it," Alec cried, struggling now for his life.

"No one knows Prince Korathan is coming," the captain told him. "No one could know, except spies. What are you doing here, Aurenfaie? Who sent you?"

"By the Light, stop this at once!" a man shouted from down the deck.

A middle-aged man dressed in the frayed robes of an Oreska wizard elbowed his way through the press. His long hair was touched with grey, and he had a burn scar on his left cheek. Alec couldn't recall the fellow's name but remembered seeing him around the Oreska and at court.

"Here's help at last," Seregil grunted.

"Stop, you fools!" the wizard cried again. "What are you doing?"

"It's just a couple of faie spies," the captain snapped.

The wizard stared hard at Seregil and Alec, then rounded on the captain. "This man is Lord Seregil i Korit, a friend of the Royal Family and of the Oreska House! And this, if memory serves, is his ward, Sir Alec."

The captain threw Seregil a dubious look, then motioned her men back. "Yes, those are the names they gave."

Seregil rose and dusted himself off. "Thank you, Elutheus. I'm relieved to find one sane person aboard. What are they up to, slaughtering Aurenfaie out of hand?"

"The queen's orders, I'm afraid," the wizard replied. "Captain Heria, I wish to question these men in my cabin. Please send down some food and drink. They look like they've had a hard time of it."

The wizard's cabin was a cramped, dark little kennel belowdecks, but he soon made them comfortable, clearing the cluttered bunk and sending for the ship's drysian to tend Alec's leg. Slumped on a stool, Seregil allowed himself to relax a little. Elutheus was a decent fellow who'd been a friend of Nysander's.

"What other wizards are with the prince?" he asked, accepting a cup of wine gratefully as he watched the healer work.

"Just the prince's field wizard, Wydonis."

"Oh, yes, I remember him. One arm. A bit stuffy at banquets. He didn't think much of Nysander's entertainments."

"No, but he respected his abilities. He's been given Nysander's old tower since you left."

Seregil clenched his cup, fighting down the sudden lump that rose in his throat at the thought of those familiar rooms being occupied by anyone else. Looking up, he saw Alec watching him over the drysian's shoulder, understanding in his blue eyes.

"How did he wrangle that, I wonder?" Seregil asked, trying to make light of it.

"He's wizard to the vicegerent now," said Elutheus.

Seregil finished his wine and accepted more, impatient for the drysian to finish. When the man was gone, Seregil took out the Akhendi bracelet. "Can you seal this away from prying eyes without disturbing the magic it contains?"

"Someone keeps using it to find us and we don't want to be found, especially not here," Alec put in. "Nysander used to seal things up in jars."

"Of course." Elutheus rummaged in a small trunk and came up

with a small clay bottle sealed with a cork. Placing the bracelet inside, he replaced the plug, secured it with a bit of string, and spoke a spell over it. Bluish light flickered around it for an instant. When it died away, he handed it to Seregil.

"Not elegant, perhaps, but this should keep you safe until you open it again. Now then, what are you doing here?"

"We're here on Klia's behalf," Seregil replied, cautious again. "What was all that talk about spies?"

Elutheus shook his head. "Phoria has been busy in her sister's absence. Even before the queen died, Phoria was using the Iia'sidra's inaction to stir up bad feeling against Aurenen, no doubt in preparation for taking what she needs by force. Hence Korathan's presence here now. Plenimar is pressing hard on our eastern borders, and she's grasping at straws."

Seregil shook his head. "I can understand her impatience, but to start a second war against a race that can fight you for centuries, and with magic—it's madness! Where are her mother's old advisers? Surely they've tried to talk her out of it?"

"Phoria listens only to her generals and sycophants. Even Oreska wizards can find themselves open to charges of treason if they're not careful. Lady Magyana has already been banished."

"Magyana? What for?" Seregil counterfeited surprise with his usual ease.

Elutheus studied him for a moment. "It was she who sent word to you, was it not?"

Chagrinned, Seregil said nothing.

"That's all right." The wizard shrugged, smiling. "We keep the secrets that must be kept, those of us who watch."

Alec gave Seregil a startled look behind the wizard's back, then made the sign for "Watcher?"

Seregil stared at the wizard, trying to gauge the man's expression, then said noncommittally, "What would you swear by?"

"Heart, hands, and eyes."

Relief washed through Seregil. "You? I had no idea."

"I was only guessing about you," the wizard replied with a wry smile. "There were always rumors, given your close association with Nysander. I must say, you've concealed yourself well all these years; you've been sorely missed at the gaming tables and pleasure houses since you disappeared this last time. Half of Rhiminee thinks you're dead."

"They were almost right. Now, where's Korathan? The message we carry is for his ears only."

"He should be catching us up very soon," the wizard told them, conjuring up a message sphere. "My lord Korathan," he said, speaking to the little point of light. "We have messengers aboard from your sister, bearing most urgent news."

"There," he said, sending it on its way and rising to go. "Rest now, my friends, and don't let the prince scare you. He's not a bad fellow, so long as you're direct with him."

Seregil chuckled. "I knew him in his younger days. He didn't laugh much, but he was always good for a loan."

Elutheus shook his head. "Luck in the shadows, boys."

"And in the light, wizard," Seregil replied.

"Things are looking up," Seregil remarked when the wizard had left them. "If we can get Korathan to Sarikali, we'll go along with him. It's as safe a ploy as I can think of, given the circumstances."

"Wait a minute," Alec said, frowning. "You 're not thinking of going back?"

"I have to, Alec."

"But how? You've broken every law they laid down for your return—leaving the city, carrying a weapon, not to mention the fact that you killed a few people during the ambush."

"So did you, as I recall."

"Yes, but I'm not the one Nazien i Hari and the entire Iia'sidra invoked teth'sag against."

Seregil shrugged. "There's no other way."

"Horse shit, there isn't! I'll go. I'm just a stupid Skalan. They won't go as hard on me."

"No, and they won't listen to you, either." Seregil pulled his stool closer and clasped Alec's hand. "It's not just about the poisonings for me anymore, or explaining Korathan's sudden arrival."

"What then?"

"Honor, Alec. I broke teth'sag and left Sarikali because circumstance required it. If we can convince Korathan to play things our way, act as if he's come on Klia's account, then our journey's been worth the risk. But I need to finish that job properly. We have to clear Emiel and the Viresse. We have to find out which Akhendi were involved, and why. We might even get Phoria what she needs, whether she wants us to or not."

"And prove to them that you're not the Exile who ran away?" Alec asked.

"Yes. Because that's all I'll ever be in the minds of my kin forever, unless I go back and make things right."

"They could sentence you to death this time."

Seregil gave him a lopsided grin. "If they do, I'll need your help to make another dazzling escape. But this way it's my choice and, for once, I'm choosing honor. I need you to understand, tali." He paused, thinking of that last strange dream and all the other visions he'd been given since his return. "It's something the rhui'auros have been trying to tell me since we arrived."

"Honor, or atui?"

"Atui," Seregil admitted. "To act as a true Aurenfaie, whatever the consequences."

"You picked a hell of a time to start caring about that again."

"I always cared," Seregil said softly.

"All right then, we go back. How?"

"We'll surrender in Gedre and let them take us back."

"And if Riagil is in league with the Akhendi after all?"

"We'll find out soon enough."

Alec looked down at their clasped hands and rubbed his thumb over Seregil's knuckles. "You really believe this will all work?"

For a moment Seregil could almost feel the oppressive heat of the dhima, hear the clink of glass against glass. "Oh, yes. I have a gift for this sort of thing."