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Authors: Rowena Cory Daniells

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A guard stood at the door.

'Unbar the door.' King Rolen waited while the door swung open.

Piro watched her mother come to her feet, small, regal and very angry.

Queen Myrella's black eyes flashed as she took in the crowd on the tower landing. 'So, you have come with a court, King Rolen?'

'I have come to find the truth,' he said, growing stiff and formal but, underneath, Piro heard defeat. He had already given up on the queen. This man was a pale shadow of her father.

Piro glanced to Cobalt, who was watching their faces. She remembered how he had turned everything to his advantage when Byren confronted him, and she had a bad feeling.

'Only one person is lying here and it is not me, Rolen,' the queen's voice quavered ever so slightly. 'You've known me since I was a child of eight summers. Have I ever lied to you?'

Piro froze. Her mother had lied by omission since the day she discovered she had Affinity. Thank the goddess Cobalt did not know that!

'We are at war with your homeland, Myrella.' He sighed. 'I would be a fool not to protect my castle and my people.'

'You don't believe me.' The queen blanched and turned away from him, going to the window. After a moment she recovered and faced her accusers. 'There is a traitor in our midst and it is not me. Someone forged that letter. I think...'

She stiffened, head tilting back. Piro smelt the tang of Affinity on the air. Piro glanced to Seela to see if she realised what was happening but no one else could read the signs. If her mother's Affinity came out now her father would be forced to execute her.

Her mother's eyes rolled back in her head. One hand lifted. Piro glanced to Seela. For once the old nurse was stunned into immobility.

A voice that was not hers came from the queen's lips. 'Rolen Byren Kingson, heed this warning. Listen to false counsel and your castle will fall. A man who is half snake, half wyvern is coming. He will tear out your heart, he will -'

'No!' Piro screamed and ran across the room, shoving her mother off her feet so that she staggered, hitting her head on the stone lintel of the window.

Nimble despite her age and girth, Seela darted forwards to catch the queen as she crumpled to the floor.

Inspired by what Valens had done to her father, Piro spun to face the men. 'You must send for the mystics. Mother's been under the influence of a Merofynian renegade Power-worker. Only a mystic can counter the renegade's influence and save her!'

The men all nodded wisely. The bigger the lie, they more they believed it. Fools. No wonder Cobalt could play them like fish on a line.

'Perhaps one of the ambassador's servants was a renegade Power-worker in disguise. It's happened before,' Captain Temor muttered.

'So that is why she has been acting strangely,' King Rolen muttered. Piro wanted to kick him.

He crossed the room and knelt, lifting his wife's small body in his arms. Gently he placed her on the bed, brushing the dark curls from her forehead. 'My poor Myrella.'

The old honour guard muttered sympathetically under their breath. Only one person, other than Seela, knew what was going on. Piro allowed her gaze to meet Cobalt's. He gave her a look that could cut glass and she was glad they were not alone.

'Eh, Piro, come here,' King Rolen said.

She approached him and he took her hand in his large callused one. 'I'm sorry I doubted you, lass. You were only obeying your mother when you carried the note.'

Tears stung Piro's eyes. She wanted to howl like a baby. Even now, her father believed Cobalt rather than her.

'Here, don't cry.' He patted her back, pressing her to his shoulder. He smelt of horse sweat and leather and she just wanted to be six years old again, when he was the strongest, most powerful thing in her world and he could protect them all.

The king pulled away from Piro, so he could look into her face. 'I'll send for both mystics and they'll cast the renegade out of your mother. Never fear.' He glanced to the bed where the queen lay so still. 'But, until then, I must keep her locked up for her own good. You understand, Piro?'

'Yes, father.'

And she had to be content with that. Her mother was innocent in the king's eyes so she was salvageable. But the real traitor was Cobalt and, next to Temor, he was her father's most trusted advisor.

Then her stomach gave a sickening lurch for, when the mystics arrived, they would discover her mother had Affinity. Why hadn't she thought before she acted?

King Rolen straightened, an angry gleam in his deep-set eyes. 'Send for Autumnwind and Springdawn. This has been going on under their noses and they didn't warn me!'

Piro cast a swift glance to Seela. The old nurse went to speak but Cobalt was too quick.

'Springdawn is dead. She took a lover and when it was discovered, killed herself and the lover.'

King Rolen blinked then frowned. 'I always thought she had too much to say for herself. Who was he?'

'Your manservant, Valens.'

The king sagged as if he'd been struck. Piro couldn't bear to see her father suffer. She helped him sit on the bed. His hands trembled as they had done this morning before Valens worked on him.

She sprang between him and the others. 'Get out. Go on. Father's had a shock. He needs time to think.'

When the king did not object they backed out, all but Cobalt.

'I would be failing in my duty as Protector of the Castle if I left before the warder arrived,' he said.

'Then you can leave now, in good conscience,' Autumnwind said, entering the room. He bowed to Piro's father. 'I came as soon as I heard, my king.'

King Rolen nodded distractedly.

Cobalt bowed. 'Call me if you need me, Uncle.'

He backed out and Piro heard him telling one of the honour guard to remain at the door. She turned back to her father, covering both of his large hands with her small ones and pressing down on them to prevent the tremor.

'We'll call the healers, father,' she said. 'We have Valens' case. We'll find out what he was using on you. They'll be able to help -'

'What's wrong?' Autumnwind asked.

Piro glanced to Seela. How much should they reveal? Autumnwind had relished sending Cobalt away, but where did his loyalty lie?

'What's wrong, King Rolen?' the warder repeated.

Rolen's glazed eyes cleared and fixed on him with growing anger. 'The queen's been under the influence of a renegade Power-worker all this time and my castle warders did nothing. You've failed Rolencia, failed me!'

Autumnwind paled then licked his lips. 'Springdawn served the queen's mystical needs. If there is any failure it is hers.'

'Since she's dead that does me no good,' King Rolen snapped. 'I want you to watch over the queen. If she shows signs of possession, ward her.'

'It is my duty and an honour,' Autumnwind said with a formal bow.

But Piro knew her father was the one who needed Autumnwind's help. 'Sit by the fire, father. We'll send for the healers and they can look at you too.'

'There's nothing they can do for me. I'm a cripple without Valens,' he muttered. 'Just when I need -'

'Nonsense, Rolen.' Seela pulled Valens' case out from under the bed. 'We have -'

The king pounced on the case. Flinging it open, he rummaged through the contents. Hands shaking, he withdrew a dark bottle with a glass stopper. 'At least I can still have my tonic.'

'Tonic?' Autumnwind repeated. He opened the bottle, sniffing their contents. 'I am not a healer, but I can recognised dreamless-sleep when I smell it, that and willweakener. No tonic I ever heard of combined those two ingredients.'

Piro and Seela exchanged looks as the king shook his head.

'No, Valens helped me,' he insisted. 'He's done wonders for me.'

Autumnwind glanced to Seela, who shook her head slightly.

'Why don't we get the healers to look at these bottles?' Autumnwind suggested.

'Good idea,' Seela agreed. 'Piro, have the guard fetch the healers.'

Even though she knew what they would find, Piro did this. Would it be enough to convince her father of Cobalt's treachery? Unless there was something that showed Valens was following his old master's order, Cobalt would not be implicated and she was convinced Cobalt was too clever to make that mistake.

Byren skated on, eyes bleary from the glare of sun on ice all day and the sting of the wind. His face felt tight with windburn. But the sun had set now and they were only around the bend from Narrowneck tradepost. He smiled to himself. He should have accepted Florin's offer to go with him, at least then he'd be sure she got this far safely.

The silver light of the stars illuminated the small beach and its cliff. The rope he'd used had been put away.

'Don't fancy trying to climb that cliff,' Orrade muttered.

'We'll have to go around,' Byren agreed. 'Any more headaches, Orrie?'

'No. No time for headaches. I'd skate all night if I had to.'

'Me too,' Garzik muttered, then yawned so widely his jaw cracked.

They laughed and he grinned. They'd skated for the better part of the previous night.

'Let's find a warm bed. Florin will have locked up but I'm sure we can get into the barn.' Byren led the way. As long as Orrade didn't suffer from headaches and blackouts they were free from pursuit. At least, that was what Byren hoped.

His body was tiring as they strode past the palisade and up the winding track between the tall trees.

Garzik gave a theatrical shiver. 'Last time we were here the manticores were stalking us and we were fleeing for our lives.'

'This time we're running towards danger to save lives,' Byren said. 'I wish I could go with you two tomorrow -'

'Don't worry, we'll get there in time to warn Elina and Lence,' Garzik assured him.

Orrade snorted. 'The hard part will be convincing father to come to Rolenhold. He won't want to leave the estate.'

'I can understand that,' Byren said. An idea occurred to him. 'Tell your father, King Rolen needs him.'

Orrade smiled. 'You know the Old Dove well!'

Byren came to a halt. The three-storey tradepost reared up before them, a dark silhouette against the froth of stars, no light burned and no smoke came from the chimney. 'Old Man Narrows won't mind if we sleep in his barn tonight.'

'I'm so tired I could sleep standing up,' Garzik confessed. 'Wonder if he took his animals with him?'

'Would have killed the chickens for travelling meat and walked the cows to the nearest farm,' Orrade hazarded a guess. 'Sylion's luck, I could have enjoyed a roast chicken!'

Byren smiled. Again he wished he could go with them to be sure Elina was safe, but duty took him elsewhere. To restore his father's faith in him he had to get word to the abbey. Elina would never believe he was innocent if his own father didn't.

Byren woke to a muffled noise. It was still dark and no birds called, so it was not yet dawn. He lifted his head to sniff the air. Something was wrong. He inhaled again. Smoke?

Orrade's face was a pale blur against his blanket and cloak. Byren nudged him with his boot. 'Wake up.'

'What is it, Byren?' Garzik asked.

'Shhh. Something -' Then he heard it, the soft crackle of fire. The smell of smoke came through the chinks in the barn walls. Byren rolled to his feet, creeping towards the shuttered window. He prised it open a fraction. Fire, horses, armed men.

'Byren Kingson, we know you're in there,' a man yelled, striding forwards, lit by the flames.

'Rejulas!' Byren muttered.

'Warlord Rejulas from Cockatrice Spar? What's he doing here?' Garzik whispered.

'Hush!'

'You've got two choices,' Rejulas yelled. 'Come out and surrender, or stay and burn!'

Garzik wasted no time, scrambling over to where his brother slept on, oblivious. 'Orrie, what's wrong with you? Wake up!'

'According to Lence, Rejulas is loyal. I don't know what's going on here,' Byren muttered. His mouth went dry. Maybe Lence had Rejulas's loyalty, maybe he was going to prove it by delivering Byren, bound and gagged.

The warlord of Cockatrice Spar must have come down over his pass into Rolencia, creeping past all the villages and fortified farmhouses. Old Man Narrows had been mistaken. It wasn't Merofynians he'd seen but Cockatrice warriors on the warpath. In one way it was good news. Byren knew his father could deal with Cockatrice raiders.

Then a sick lurch of fear ripped through him. Dovecote lay between here and Cockatrice Spar. What if they had Elina?

'Byren,' Garzik tugged on his arm. 'Orrade's unconscious. We have to get him out of here.'

'We can't run carrying Orrie and we can't fight two dozen men,' Byren told Garzik.

By the starlight filtering in the small barn window the lad stared at him, horrified.

'Byren Kingson, surrender now,' Rejulas urged. 'One man cannot stand against thirty.'

They thought he was alone... Possibilities flashed through Byren's mind. 'I'll surrender.'

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