CHAPTER SIX

The Return

The COURT that GREETED Muriele and the two men of her bodyguard was absolutely still. This was, she reflected, a miracle, something that heretofore she would have thought impossible in a place so plenty with gabbling fools. After her guards took their positions at the door, the only sound was the tap of her heels upon the marble, and that ceased when she sat in the queen mothers throne.

'Well,' she said, putting on her absolutely false smile, 'the prime minister will not be attending court today, so I'll take the issues in the order they come to hand. Praifee Hespero, does the Church have any business with the throne today?'

Hespero frowned slightly. 'Queen Mother, I wonder where is His Majesty Emperor Charles? He really should attend court.'

'Yes,' Muriele replied. 'I told him that, but His Majesty can be quite stubborn when he has a mind. And I wonder, Your Grace, when you stopped addressing me as Majesty?'

'I am sorry, Queen Mother, but by all of our laws, it isn't proper to address you so. Only the king and queen are thus referred to, and you are neither at this time. The court has continued to address you so from respect and in deference to your grief.'

'I see. And now it must be that you no longer respect or grieve Q

with me. Such a shame.' She was amazed at how calm she felt, as if the whole thing were a parlor game.

'Queen Mother,' the Duke of Shale interrupted, trying to make his comically rounded face seem somehow stern, 'the Comven has posed grave questions concerning the recent conduct of the throne' indeed, we question the very legitimacy of that conduct.'

Muriele leaned back in the throne and feigned surprise. 'Well, by all means, discover to me these questions, gentlemen. I am eager to hear them.'

'It is more the question of legitimacy that is at issue,' Shale explained, his blueberry eyes showing sudden wariness.

'Do you or do you not have questions for me?' Muriele wondered.

'No specific questions, Your Highness, only a general''

'But my good Duke'you said that the Comven has raised grave questions concerning the conduct of the throne. Now you say you have no questions about that conduct.

You are either a liar or a buffoon, Shale.'

'See here''

'No,' Muriele interrupted, her voice growing louder. 'You see here. By every law, Charles is king and emperor, and you are his subjects, you palavering, feckless miscreants. Do you honestly think I don't know what you are all about, today? Did you believe I had walked into your childish trap unawares?'

'Queen Mother',' the praifec began, but she cut him off. 'You, hold your tongue,' she said. 'Your place by absolute decree is limited to council, Praifec.'

'It is all I have offered, Queen Mother.'

'Oh, no,' Muriele demurred. 'You have gossiped like the meanest prostitute in a brothel. You have incited, you have conspired, and every person in this room knows that because they are the ones with whom you have done so. You have offered to occupy this kingdom with Church troops and you have threatened to lend them to Hansa if we won't have them. You have tendered me your goodwill with one hand and a knife with the other, and you are certainly the poorest excuse for a man I have ever seen, much less a man who pretends to The Return

holiness. So enough from you, and enough from your Comven puppets and your petty aspirations. Let him come before me. Let the murderer whom you fools would place on the sacrosanct throne of Crotheny stand before me, so I can see his face.'

The crowd erupted, then, as if they were all hens and someone had just thrown a cat amongst them. The praifec alone was silent, gazing at her with a perfectly blank expression that was somehow the most threatening gaze she had ever met.

As the crowd began to quiet its frenzy, it parted, and there he came'Robert Dare, her husband's brother.

He wore a black doublet and black hose and held a broad-brimmed hat of the same dark hue in one hand. His face was paler than she remembered, but with the same handsome, sardonic cast, the same small goatee and mustache. He smiled, and his teeth were white. He swaggered from the crowd, his effetely narrow sword wagging like the tail of a braggart hound, and bent one knee to her.

'Greetings, Queen Mother.'

'Rise,' she said.

And there he was, when her eyes met his'there was her husbands murderer. Robert could not hide a thing like that, not from someone who knew him. His glee was too obvious.

'I am sorry to find you so distraught,' he dissembled. 'I had hoped this all might proceed more reasonably.'

'Had you?' Muriele mused. 'I would imagine that's why so many of your personal guard can be seen skulking about. Why landwaerden militias gather outside the city, and why your toadies on the Comven have brought so many swords. Because you think what you're about to do is reasonable?'

'What am I about to do?' Robert asked, showing a sudden anger. 'Does the Queen Mother have the gift of reading the hearts and minds of others? Did a phay whisper in your ear? What is it you so impudently presume I am 'about to do,'

Highness?

'Take the throne for yourself,' she said.

'Oh,' Robert said. 'Oh, well, yes, I am going to do that.' He turned to the crowd. 'Does anyone object?'

No one did.

'You see, Queen Mother, much as we all love Charles, there is no doubt that if he had half a wit, it would be half again what he has now. And as Duke Shale was trying to explain in his more elegant fashion, the court does not like your decisions or, in fact, you, my arrogant sister-in-law. You have made alliance with Liery, slaughtered honest landwaerden, refused the peace with Hansa, and today we've seen you insult the praifec, the Church, and everyone in this room.

And accuse me baselessly of murder.

'Meanwhile, our citizens are killed by basil-nix, we have an undeclared war with the forces of Hell on our marchlands, and will soon have a quite certainly declared one with Hansa. And you would object to my leadership because you prefer to cling to power through your poor, saint-touched son? It really is too much, Queen Mother.'

Muriele did not feel the slightest flinch at his words. 'I object to your leadership,' she said, 'because you are a fratricide and worse.' She leaned forward and spoke very deliberately. 'You know what you are, Robert. I know what you are. You murdered William, or arranged it. Probably my daughters, as well'and I think Lesbeth. You will not have the opportunity to kill my son.'

His eyes flared with a weird rage when she said that, but she was sure only she could see it. Then his expression changed to chagrin. 'Where is Charles?'

'Safe from you.' He looked around. 'Where is Sir Fail, and his guard? Where are the Craftsmen?'

'I sent them away,' Muriele said. 'They might otherwise have battled your usurpation, and I would not have blood spilled in these halls.'

He glowered at her for a moment, then leaned in close.

'That was very clever of you, Muriele,' he breathed. 'I have underestimated you.

Not that it will do you any good in the end.'

He raised his voice and turned to the crowd. 'Find His Majesty and take care not to harm him. Arrest his guard and arrest the Craftsmen. If they resist, kill them. As of now, I am assuming the regency of this kingdom and this empire.

Tomorrow at this time we will hold court and discuss particulars.'

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Two of his guard had come up. 'Take the Queen Mother to the Wolfcoat Tower. Make sure she is comfortable there.'

As they led her away, Muriele wondered just how long she had left to live.

Not surprisingly, Muriele had never been in the Wolfcoat Tower' Eslen Castle had thirty towers, all told, if one were liberal with the definition. There was no need for semantic laxity with the Wolfcoat' or more properly The Wolf-Coat's. It leapt up sixty yards from the eastern side of the inner keep, tightening into a spire so sharp, it seemed a spear aimed at the heavens.

Maybe it had been'Thiuzwald fram Reiksbaurg, 'the Wolf-Coat,' had not been, as the histories recorded him, a humble or altogether sane man, and it had been commissioned by him. Later in the same year it was finished, the Wolf-Coat lay dying in the Hall of Doves, struck down by William I, the first of her husband's line to rule Crotheny.

Now she found herself imprisoned there. Robert probably thought he was being subtle.

He had meant what he had said about making her comfortable, however. Within a few bells the dusty stone apartments had been furnished with bed, armchair, stools, rugs, and the like, though it was notable that none were from her own quarters.

She had a view, as well. Her rooms were about three-quarters up the edifice and boasted two narrow windows. From one she could see the rooftops and plazas of the southern half of the city, a slice of Eslen-of-Shadows, and the marshy rinns. The other faced east, giving her a magnificent view of the confluence of the Warlock and Dew rivers.

Comfortable or not, view or not, she was trapped in a prison. The walls of the tower were sheer and smooth. Guards were stationed outside her door'Robert's guards'and the door was securely locked from the outside. From there it was perhaps two hundred steps down a narrow stairwell, past an entire garrison of guards, to reach the inner keep. She imagined it was time to start growing her hair out.

Deciding to ration a view that with time would grow wearisome, she sighed and settled into her armchair to think, but found there was little to think about. She had done what she could, and any further decisions had been removed from her, except perhaps the decision to end her own life, which she had no intention of making. If Robert wanted her dead, he would have to do it himself, or at least give the order.

She heard the outer anteroom door open, then close. There followed a gentle knock on her inner door.

'Enter,' she said, wondering what new confrontation had come to her.

The door swung open, revealing a woman she knew.

'Alis Berrye at your service, Queen Mother,' she said. 'I'm to be your maid.'

Fear thrilled through Muriele, and once again it felt as if the floor she had trusted was gone.

'You came back,' Muriele said, her tongue feeling like the clapper of a lead ball. She was tired of this game. 'Is my son captured? Is he dead?'

'No, Majesty,' Berrye said in a lower voice. 'All went as you planned.'

'Don't torture me,' Muriele entreated. 'Robert has everything now. There cannot be anything he wants except my torture. Unless you hate me for some reason, just tell me the truth.'

Berrye knelt before her, took her hand, and kissed it. 'It is the truth. I don't blame you for doubting, but I saw the ship sail. You took the prince completely by surprise.'

'Then how is it you are here?' Muriele asked.

'You needed a maid. Prince Robert picked me.'

'Why would he do that?'

'I suggested it. After he sent you up here, I heard him wondering aloud what servant he could find for you that would most annoy. I chose that moment to wish him congratulations, and he laughed. A few moments later I was on my way here.

He didn't know, you

see.

'You were in the court?'

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cataloguing of the praifec's offenses, though I wish I hadn't. There was much discussion of it.'

'This is true, not some trick?'

'I am locked in here, just as Your Majesty is. I have no more freedom than you, for Robert would never risk even the possibility that we might grow friendly.'

'If what you say is genuine,' Muriele said, 'if you really have determined to help me, then why are you here? You might have done me more good outside.'

'I considered that, Your Majesty, but out there I can't protect you. If you are murdered, any intelligence I gather will be worthless. Here there are a thousand subtle ways they might kill you. I can detect and counteract at least some of them. And who knows, perhaps I will be granted some limited movement, if we act the part of raging hatred when the guards are within earshot.'

'I asked you to protect my son,' Muriele reminded her.

'He has protectors,' Berrye explained. 'You do not.'

Muriele sighed. 'You're as willful as Erren was,' she half complained, 'and it's done now. I don't suppose you know if there are any hidden passages in this tower?'

'I think there are not,' Berrye said. 'It shouldn't prevent us from searching, but I don't remember any from the diagrams.' She paused. 'By the by, I think it must have been Prince Robert himself in your chambers that night.'

'From what do you conclude that?'

'Why didn't he just put you in your own chambers?' she asked. 'He could just as easily have kept you guarded there, and it is the more usual way of the doing these things. Why put you all the way over here, farther from his sight and control?'

'It's a symbol,' Muriele said. 'The last Reiksbaurg to rule Croth-eny built this place.'

'I think he knows about the passages,' Berrye disagreed. 'I think he knows you could escape your own rooms. And that is very peculiar, Your Majesty. Very peculiar indeed.'

'I don't see why,' Muriele said. 'It's a wonder everyone doesn't know about them by now.'

Berrye laughed. 'It is a wonder, Your Majesty, and more specifically a glamour.

Men cannot remember the passages.'

'What do you mean?'

'I mean they can be shown them, they can even walk in them' but a day later they will have forgotten them. Most women, too, for that matter. Only those with the mark of Saint Cer, or the lady I serve, can remember them for any length of time'we and those we choose to give the sight. Erren must have chosen you'but she could not have chosen a man.'

'Then Sir Fail won't remember how he escaped the castle?' Muriele asked.

'No, he won't. Nor will his men, or Charles. It is a very old and very powerful charm.'

'But you think Robert remembers?'

'It is one explanation for why he moved you. The only one I can presently discern.'

'Robert is a highly suspicious man, as you recently pointed out,' Muriele said.

'He may have merely feared that I would have some way to escape.'

Berrye shook her head. 'There's more. The key'who else would want the key to the chamber of the Kept? And the cruelty done the Keeper very much suggests Robert.'

'That's two good points,' Muriele admitted. 'But if you're right, then he's somehow immune to the spell.'

Berrye nodded. Her face drew up almost with a look of pain, as if she had bitten her tongue.

'He isn't normal,' Berrye said. 'There's something unnatural about him.'

'This I know,' Muriele said. 'I have known it for a long time.'

'No,' Berrye averred, 'this is something new. Some quality about him that was not there before. My coven-sight aches when I look at him. And the smell'like something that is rotting.'

'I didn't notice a smell,' Muriele said, 'and I was near him.'

'The scent is there.' She folded her hands together and gripped them into a fist. 'You said the Kept gave you a curse'a curse against whomever killed your husband and children.'

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'Yes.'

Berrye nodded. 'And you carried it through.'

'Yes. Do you think Robert is cursed?'

'Oh, certainly,' Berrye responded. 'That is part of what I sense, though not the whole of it. But what sort of curse was it? What was it supposed to do?'

'I'm not sure,' Muriele admitted. 'The Kept told me what to write, but the cantation was in a language I did not recognize. I wrote it on a lead sheet and put it in a sarcophagus below the horz in Eslen-of-Shadows.'

'Below the horz?'

'Underneath it, actually. It was very peculiar'I don't think anyone knew it was there. The entrance to it was far in the back, where the growth is thickest. I was forced to crawl on hands and knees to find it.'

Berrye leaned forward and spoke urgently. 'Do you know whose tomb it was?'

'No, I've no idea,' Muriele said.

'The cantation'do you remember any of the words? Do you know what saint they were addressed to?'

'The words themselves were too strange. The saint was one I've never heard of, Mary-something.'

Berry's lips parted, and then she put one hand to her mouth.

'Marhirheben?' she said, and her voice quavered.

'That sounds right,' Muriele said. 'There were several h's in the name, I remember. I remember wondering how it could be pronounced.'

'Holy saints,' Berrye said weakly.

'What did I do?'

'I'' she trailed off. She seemed terrified.

'What did I do?' Muriele insisted.

'I can't be sure,' she said. 'But nothing can prevent that curse, do you understand? Nothing at all.'

'I don't understand,' Muriele said. 'You say Robert is cursed. From my point of view there's nothing wrong with that'it's precisely what I wanted.'

'If you cursed a man in Her name, Majesty, nothing could save him from it, not even death. And if he was already dead when you cursed him'' She looked down at the floor.

'It would bring him back?' Muriele asked, unbelieving.

'It would bring him back,' she confirmed. 'And there is something about the prince that feels'dead.'

Muriele put her forehead in her palms. 'These things, they are not real,' she said. 'They cannot be.'

'Oh, they are very real, Majesty,' Berrye assured her.

Muriele looked back up at her. 'But why do you suspect that Robert died? After all, it was his plan to assassinate William.'

'Plans go wrong. William had faithful men with him, and there was a fight. In any case, there were plenty of people who hated Robert enough to kill him'and he was absent from the court for an awfully long time.'

'This is still conjecture,' Muriele said.

'It is,' Berrye said. 'But it would explain other things I have heard about.

Terrible, unnatural things that ought not to be.'

'I only cursed Robert''

Berrye shook her head violently. 'Majesty, if he came back from the dead, you have done more than curse one man. You have broken the law of death itself, and that is a very bad thing indeed.'

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