Immediately his eyes went up to the nearby trees, scouring the boughs.
"What're ye about? " Bradwarden asked. "What killed the little beastie? "
"Arrows," Roger answered, walking about and still looking up. "Little arrows. Elv-"
"Elvish arrows," came the answer from the shadows of one tree, a melodic voice that Roger had heard only once before, but one that he surely recognized.
As did Bradwarden. "Dasslerond?" the centaur asked with a surprised laugh. "Is that yerself, then? "
"Greetings, Bradwarden," Lady Dasslerond answered. "It is good to see you again, though I am surprised to find you in the company of humans in this time of illness."
"Goin' to find an old friend," the centaur answered. "Ye beared o'Avelyn?"
"Jilseponie has told us," Dasslerond answered.
"So ye've been to the arm? "
No answer came back, and Bradwarden understood the elves well enough to let that particular matter drop.
"You will find the road open all the way to Mount Aida," Lady Dasslerond said to the pair.
"Were many o' the goblins about, then? " the centaur asked.
"Not enough," came another, even more familiar elvish voice. "I still have many arrows in my quiver." Belli'mar Juraviel hopped down to the lowest branch on a wide-spreading elm, in clear sight of Roger and Bradwarden. Roger started toward him, but the elf held up his hand and warned the man back.
"We have cleared the road and will remain in place for a short time longer," Lady Dasslerond explained. "But this road is for humans to travel and for humans to guard, and we will be on our way back to Andur'Blough Inninness before the turn of the season."
"Well, ye have our thanks, then," Bradwarden remarked, bowing his human torso respectfully. "And take the goodwill o' Avelyn with ye."
"Straight on to Aida," Lady Dasslerond said, aiming her comment at Roger. "And know that the road will be clear for your return through this region." "There will be many more following us," Roger started to explain.
"They are already on their way," Juraviel put in, "from Caer Tinella and Landsdown-from Palmaris, even, for Jilseponie has passed through the city. Braumin and his brethren will likely find you before you have traveled far out of the Barbacan, and the new Baron of Palmaris, along with a host of soldiers, will be along not far behind."
Roger and Bradwarden beamed at the news.
"Ah, but Pony's a good girl," the centaur remarked.
"And Dainsey," Roger was quick to add. He turned back to tell Juraviel of the new love that had come into his life, but he found that the everelusive elf was already gone, vanished completely into the canopy. He called out several times but was not answered.
The pair went back to the caravan, then, and told them that the way was clear.
That night, they camped on the high ground of the mountainous ring, with Mount Aida in sight. The next day, the first pilgrims found the arm of Avelyn and tasted the blood in the fallen man's palm.
Roger was first to it, following Bradwarden's instructions, and as soon as he entered the covenant with Avelyn, he knew, beyond doubt, that the rosy plague could not touch him.
"It is a fool's journey!" Constance Pemblebury scolded.
King Danube continued to dress in his traveling clothes, strapping his sword belt about his waist.
"What if this is no answer?" Constance continued. "To what dangers do you, in the name of compassion, expose yourself? What price to the kingdom?"
Danube had heard all the arguments before, repeatedly, since he had announced that he and a great force would go out from Ursal, to Palmaris and perhaps, he hinted, even beyond. He fixed Constance with a calm stare and managed a smile. "If this is the answer, then I must be present at the beginning of it," he tried to explain. "What king am I if I hide in Castle Ursal while the potential salvation of all the world comes to fruition in the north? "
"We have hidden in Castle Ursal for all these months," Constance reminded. "Torrence has never been outside these walls."
"And too long it has been!" Danube retorted. He started to leave the room, but Constance rushed around him, blocking the way.
"You are weary of it all, I know," she said, "as are we all. But we must hold strong for the sake of the kingdom."
"Duke Tetrafel has turned his garrison over to Jilseponie," Danube reminded her. "He has emptied Palmaris on her proof that the miracle has been found."
"He is desperate." "That may be true, but I know, as do you, that I cannot sit back and allow this to happen without me. Many soldiers will be needed to secure the road north; and if this is indeed the answer, then that road will become even more traveled."
"The brothers of St. Honce are not even ready to commit to departure yet," Constance argued, and it was true enough. Abbot Hingas had heard of the supposed miracle, even claimed that Jilseponie had visited him spiritually and bade him to join the pilgrimage to the north. Yet he and his brethren would not commit to such a journey at that time.
King Danube paused and took a deep breath, then grabbed Constance by both shoulders, holding her rock steady. "I believe in this," he said. "I have to. And if it is indeed the salvation of Honce-the-Bear, then I must preside over it. For the good of the people and of the Crown."
"You believe in this?" Constance asked somewhat sharply. "Or in her?"
That took Danube a bit by surprise, for it was the first revelation of Constance's jealousy of Jilseponie, a somewhat stunning revelation given the enormity of the consequences beyond personal relationships.
He stared at Constance for a long while, not blinking, not letting her pull free of his somber gaze. "I must do this," he declared, and he firmly but gently moved the woman out of his way and walked out into the hall.
Duke Kalas, looking none too pleased, but dressed for the road, was waiting for him.
"Duke Bretherford's ships are ready to depart," he said. "The roads are secured all the way to the docks."
"Then let us be off at once," Danube replied, and he started down the hall, sweeping Kalas up in his wake.
"My King!" came the call behind them, turning them both.
Constance leaned heavily on the doorjamb. "You walk off into peril," she explained. "You must name your successor."
Danube stared at her curiously, surprised by such a request. He had gone off on many perilous journeys without ever issuing such a formal declaration. His confusion was short-lived, though, for then he understood that, before this time, there had never been any decision that needed to be made.
"I will return," he said to Constance, not wanting to have to speak the obvious aloud, not wanting to wound the woman.
"I demand this, for the good of the kingdom," Constance said loudly.
King Danube felt Kalas' stare boring into him, but he did not take his own gaze off Constance. "In the event of my demise, my brother, Prince Midalis of Vanguard, will assume the throne," Danube stated clearly. "I will have that formally recorded before I depart Castle Ursal."
Constance's look shifted subtly, to show the flush of anger behind her mask.
King Danube turned and walked away. Duke Kalas stood staring at Constance for a long while. "Patience," he said when Danube was too far away to hear. "Merwick is not nearly ready."
Constance glowered at him for just a moment, then retreated into the room and slammed the door.
Kalas, who was also against leaving Ursal at that time, but who more readily understood his place and acceded to the wishes of his King, couldn't contain his chuckle as he hurried off to catch Danube.
Chapter 42
The sight that loomed before Jilseponie when she and Dainsey came in view of St.-Mere-Abelle made her memory of the suffering in Palmaris pale in comparison. Scores of tents had been erected on the bleak plain before the great abbey; and it seemed to Jilseponie as if there were a score of sick people for every tent.