Free Shalador's Lady by Anne Bishop

interesting friends,” Gray said.
    Interesting, Ranon thought as the four of them separated for a few minutes before joining Lucivar for whatever lessons the Eyrien had in mind. Yes, the Blood from Kaeleer were certainly interesting. But he wondered if Theran was paying any attention to their visitors and the influence they were having on the people here. They were both the forge and the fire that could shape the Blood in Dena Nehele into bright steel—or leave them broken. And he wondered if, like himself, Theran was paying attention to the kind of man Prince Jared Blaed Grayhaven was becoming in the heat of that forge.

    “Do you have a reason to be concerned about Karla?” Surreal asked.
    “A particular reason?” Lucivar shook his head. “Her Master of the Guard works with her to help her maintain strength in her legs, and I won’t step on the man’s territory. But that doesn’t mean I won’t take an opportunity to assess her for myself and send along a suggestion or two if I think something needs more of his attention.”
    “Are her legs getting weaker?”
    “Not yet, but the day will come when they won’t support her.” Considering what Jaenelle had to do in order to save Karla, the fact that Karla could walk at all was testimony to Jaenelle’s skills as a Healer and Karla’s strength of will. But the ever-present cane and the face aged beyond its years were a reminder that even the best Healer and the strongest will couldn’t eliminate the effects of terrible poisons that should have destroyed a Gray-Jeweled Queen. “I’ll help her postpone that day for as long as possible,” Lucivar added quietly. Then he smiled at Surreal. “You’re looking good.” And since she hadn’t tried to knife him, he figured she’d finally forgiven him for the time she had spent in Ebon Rih.
    “I’m feeling more comfortable about a lot of things,” she replied. “About myself. About this.” She called in a stiletto.
    Lucivar tensed—which seemed to amuse her.
    “Relax,” she said, vanishing the stiletto. “When I first arrived at Chaosti’s clan, Grandmammy Teele gave me some old sacks. I spent the evenings embroidering your name on them, then stuffed them with rags, tied them to a tree, and stabbed them until my arm cramped.”
    “Shit,” Lucivar said. He’d pushed her because he cared. He hadn’t meant to push her so much she hated him.
    Surreal laughed. “You should see your face. Breathe easy, Yaslana. I was just teasing. I would never spend that much time on embroidery.”
    This time he swore in Eyrien and said a whole lot of things he didn’t want her to understand.
    “I do recognize some of those words,” she said.
    “Good for you,” he snapped.
    She grinned at him.
    He stared at the people gathering in the yard. They stared back at him and Surreal like dumb sheep facing a couple of wolves.
    Dumb sheep.
    Lucivar frowned. “Where is Vae?”
    “Don’t know,” Surreal replied. “She came with me as far as Dharo when I went to fetch Cassidy’s family, then continued on to Scelt instead of coming back with us.”
    Lucivar looked at Surreal. Surreal looked at him. They headed for their flock of two-legged sheep.
    “Not our problem,” Surreal said.
    “Definitely not our problem,” Lucivar agreed. Especially when he had a wife who wouldn’t appreciate dealing with morning sickness and a small boy all by herself for more than a couple of days.
    Assuming there would be morning sickness. And that would be his problem. And his fault. And a few other things, depending on whether Marian felt happy about being pregnant or bitchy about throwing up. So he wasn’t going to wonder what Vae was doing in Scelt.
    But he was certain that whatever the Sceltie was up to was going to be someone’s problem.

CHAPTER 7
    TERREILLE
    *C assie? Cassie! Are you allowed to do that?*
    Cassidy closed her eyes and counted to ten to stop herself from throwing the weeding claw at the Sceltie. All she wanted was an