Zevondeth in the midst of court. Really she shouldnât be wearing her sword with that dressâthe lines were all wrongâbut no one short of Uorsin could make Ursula take off her sword.
Thus all the jokes about her sword being Ursulaâs only lover. Not looking in Zevondethâs black gaps, I held out my hand and gazed up at Gloriannaâs window, praying to Her for strength. I wished that if Glorianna was whispering Her will to me, Sheâd speak more loudly. Though Iâd claimed to have visions of Gloriannaâmostly when I was youngerâIâd never gotten a real message from Her. Part of me felt fragile, like that brittle glass about to be smashed. She offered me none of Her strength now.
Zevondethâs hand grasped mine, tight enough that the palsy that shook her spread up my arm. Hopefully it was from age, not disease. I imagined my skin shriveling like hers, my eyes turning into white marbles. The rose window seemed to mock me with Gloriannaâs silence, and I scanned the sea of faces avidly watching the spectacle.
My gaze snagged on an apple-green stare. The White Monk, with his face hidden by his monkâs cowl, but somehow that color penetrated the shadows, laying me open with his hatred and scorn.
âIt is a boy,â Zevondeth declared. And, oddly, she winked at me.
Rather than looking devastated by the news, Ursula furrowed her brow in confusion. Why sheâd believed Andi could predict the future, I didnât know.
I was getting tired of this.
âThen my grandson shall be born here, at the seat of my power,â Uorsin declared. âPrincess Amelia shall stay by my side, where she belongs.â He took my hand and held it, strangely making me feel more captured than cherished.
âAnd what of Avonlidgh and justice, High King?â Erich demanded. Several angry voices joined in, forming a chorus of unrest. âAre we to remain a defeated people, continually plagued by our enemy?â
âWe are at peace with the Tala,â Derodotur spoke firmly. âThe alliance of the royal houses is intact and all treaties hold. There is no defeat.â
âThen my son gave his life for a treaty that did not change?â Erich made it sound absurd. âI find it hard to believe, High King Uorsinâand remember that I was there when you sacked Aerron and gave no quarter to your enemyâthat you would accept this so calmly.â
The regal ambassador from Aerron, of an age to have been there also, inclined her head, a bitter line to her mouth.
âYou were also there when I took Castle Avonlidgh, werenât you, Erich?â Uorsinâs tone held deadly threat. âYou fought me and failed then. Do you care to pit yourself against me a second time, now that I have all the might of the eleven other kingdoms behind me?â
Erich made a show of looking around the court room, which had fallen mostly silent, save a few whispers here and there, to better hear every word of this exchange. Then Old Erichâs gaze fell on my motherâs empty throne. âIt seems to me that you lack certain . . . assistance you enjoyed then. How will you keep what you hold, with Salena gone and the Tala in possession of the heir to her power?â
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T he great hall reverberated with the hush of utter shock and apprehension. No one dared move, lest they draw Uorsinâs mighty rage upon themselves.
Old Erichânot so stooped, icy-blue eyes glittering with challengeâfaced the High King without fear. Did he have a death wish? Had Hughâs loss so unbalanced him?
â âTis treason to speak those names in this noble hall,â Uorsin replied, as if musing over a riddle. âWhat game do you play with me, my old enemy? Surely you donât believe this bear has lost his teeth.â
âDonât I?â Erich returned calmly. âI see no bites taken out of our enemy. Instead my people and yours lick their wounds this