The ride back to the townhouse settled his temper somewhat. The sky still threatened, but the storm was not yet upon him. The last portion of the trip, he found himself longing for the sunlit parlor, Linnea’s steadfast warmth, and the laughter of the children, as if these could stand as bulwarks against the cruelty of the world.
The moment Regis entered the foyer of the townhouse, he knew something was wrong.
“Oh, Blessed Cassilda, you’re back!” Merilys rushed through the interior door, face red, hands fluttering.
“What’s happened?”
“ DomnaJavanne—”
The sound of incoherent sobbing came from within, carrying the unmistakable imprint of Javanne’s laran.Regis thrust his cloak into the hands of the trembling servant and hurried inside.
The uproar led him straight to the family parlor, no longer a haven of tranquility. Javanne hunched on the divan, wailing. Linnea sat beside her, one arm around Javanne’s shoulders, speaking soothing words. Neither child was present, but surely Kierestelli must have sensed the jangled waves of grief and fury.
Gabriel—
Javanne looked up, saw Regis, and burst out in renewed weeping. He hesitated, feeling helpless in the face of such feminine outburst. If Linnea could not calm Javanne, then what could he do?
But Javanne was his sister, and she had been as kind an older sibling as she could. He lowered himself to the divan on Javanne’s other side and took her hand in his. Her skin was moist from wiping away her tears.
“ Breda,you are safe with us. Let us help you.”
Javanne’s shuddering lessened, but she could not speak, only shake her head.
Linnea said, “She held herself together long enough to tell me that Rinaldo has dismissed Gabriel as Commander of the Guards.”
“Why, for what cause?” Regis asked. Gabriel was one of the most capable and respected Guards officers in a generation.
“None that Javanne knew.” Linnea’s brows drew together and her lips tightened. “Regis, how can your brother do such a thing? He does not have the authority!”
“I’m afraid he does,” Regis said with a twinge of regret at how easily and dispassionately his grandfather’s lectures returned to him. “He is Lord Hastur and, nominally at any rate, Regent of the Comyn. The Comyn Council no longer exists, and with Lew Alton off-world, no one else has the rank to challenge him.”
Javanne straightened up, struggling visibly to control her sobs. “He—he—”
“The Lanarts have some claim to Alton,” Regis said thoughtfully. “Gabriel has a basis to challenge the decision, and many would stand with him.”
“See, it’s not so bad—” Linnea began.
“You don’t understand!” Javanne burst out. “He’s takenAriel!”
28
T aken Ariel?
Javanne took one deep breath after another, but managed to keep from bursting into renewed tears. Over her head, Regis met his wife’s eyes. Linnea’s bone-deep fear shivered through him. His first coherent thought was that Valdir Ridenow was up to his old schemes, and what could he want with Gabriel and Javanne—
No, Valdir tried to warn me.
“What do you mean, taken?” Linnea prompted Javanne.
“I left her alone—with her governess—in our quarters. Only for an hour, while I tended to—there’s so much to do, and Bettany’s useless! When I got back, Ariel was gone—the governess half out of her mind—a note—”
Javanne fumbled in a pocket and drew out a paper. Hand trembling, she held it out to Regis.
“Dear sister,”he read the scholarly script aloud for Linnea’s sake.
“Be at ease concerning the welfare of my niece. She is well, and her spiritual development is now properly—”with each phrase, his heart sank lower “— in the care of Lady Luminosa. Every means will be taken to ensure her continued safety, but it would be imprudent to interrupt her religious education.
“Rinaldo Felix-Valentine, Lord of Hastur”
“May all the demons in Zandru’s Seven Hells curse him!” Javanne cried. “Oh, my poor little girl!”
“It seems,” Linnea said, filling the brief pause, “that Rinaldo has learned his lessons from Valdir Ridenow all too well. I cannot think why he would want to set aside such a capable and loyal Guards Commander as Gabriel—”
“Because my husband isloyal, that’s why! Loyal to the Comyn,” Javanne muttered.
“—except to prevent Gabriel from stopping him,” Linnea finished.
Memories flooded Regis of the sickening fear when Danilo and Mikhail had been held prisoner. He would have done anything, given anything—even his own life—to save them. Danilo was an adult and Mikhail almost so, but Ariel was just a child . . .
Blessed Cassilda, what kind of monster would do this to a little girl?
“He won’t harm her. He still needs your cooperation,” Linnea was saying to Javanne in that cool, rational tone of hers. “Until we can find a way to release her, you must pretend to go along.”
Javanne gave Linnea a glassy-eyed stare of incomprehension. Her desolation shocked Regis into action. When he had developed near- fatal threshold sickness, she had reached him with her mind. She had talked him through the worst of it until his life was no longer in danger.
Regis grasped Javanne’s shoulders and forced her to look at him. She flinched at the first contact, but she did not resist. Her eyes reflected things that were not there.
Breda.Gently he opened his mind to hers, inviting her permission to make contact. She lowered her barriers.
He moved through the brittle flare of her terror, the confusion and grief—not only the loss of her daughter but the festering resentment over Mikhail, the son taken from her years ago to be the Hastur heir Regis needed. He sensed love twisting into bitterness and blame, at herself, at Mikhail for deserting the family— running away to Ardais to save his own cowardly skin—n o longer a son of mine!—
I must do something to ease her hurt,he thought, but had no time for it now.
At least Mikhail is beyond Rinaldo’s reach.For the moment.
Regis turned his attention back to the churning morass of his sister’s emotions. You are Hastur, and Comynara, grand- daughter of the greatest statesman of our time.
The crazed light in her eyes shifted, now a clear blue mirror. He conjured images of a woman whose sense of honor and duty had made her a credit to her Domain, one who had taken on responsibilities far beyond her age. A competent, resourceful wife and mother . . .
Regis startled at Linnea’s light touch on his arm. He had lost all sense of passing time. Javanne slumped beside him, pale and drained but calmer. Merilys entered with a tray bearing a pitcher of jaco,a tureen of soup, a plate of cheeses, and a basket of nut- studded rolls. At first hesitantly and then with ravenous speed, Javanne devoured the meal.
“I will speak with Rinaldo,” Regis assured her. “He still respects my counsel. I will make him see reason.”
“We must think carefully on how to proceed,” Linnea said.
Javanne got to her feet. “I had best return to the Castle, so messages can reach me without delay.” She looked a little unsteady as she took her cloak from the servant.