Shaso shook his head. "These tidings come from sailors, Highness. They know little and care less about politics or prisoners. No news, as they say, is doubtless good news. The only concern is what will happen when Drakava realizes he will get no ransom out of Southmarch now."
"What do you mean?" she said hotly, then realized a moment later that Shaso was right: the last thing Hendon Tolly wanted now was for King Olin to return. "Oh, those… swine! Will Ludis Drakava hurt him?"
"I cannot imagine he would." Shaso shook his head but wouldn't meet her eye. He was unpracticed at deception and did not do it well. "There is nothing to gain from it and much to lose-like any chance of help from the northern countries if he is attacked by Xis."
As if sensing Briony's doubt and fear, Effir suddenly clapped his hands. "Come, let us have something hot to drink! A chilly day like this gets into your bones if you are not careful. Tal! Ah, no, wait, he is not at home today-off on some errand of his own." He clapped again, and at last one of his older and more doddering servitors meandered in. When the ancient had been dispatched for mulled wine, Effir rubbed his hands and began talking, perhaps making sure the conversation did not wander back onto the uncertain ground of a few moments earlier. "We brought you here be¬cause the time has come to make plans, Princess."
"What plans?"
"Just so, just so." Effr turned to Shaso. "My lord?"
"You and I cannot stay here forever," the old Tuani said. "You have told me so yourself, Highness."
"Where will we go?" Her heart seemed to swell and grow lighter. "To my father?"
"No." The scowl turned his face into a mask. "No and no, Briony. I have told you, there is little we could do for him, and it would be even worse foolishness now that the autarch seems to be considering an attack on Hier-osol. What we need are allies, but there are very few people we can trust."
"Surely there must be someone left who believes in honor." Briony balled her fists. "By the holy Trigon, will they all simply stand by and see our throne stolen? What about Brenland, or Settland-we've sent help to them more times than I can count!"
"Your fellow rulers will do what suits them-and their people. I would advise you no differently myself." He raised a hand to forestall her indig¬nant objection. "That is not so bad as it sounds, Highness. Any alliances we can make will be more straightforward if we do not clutter them with ideas like 'honor. As long as we can bring our new ally some benefit, he will re¬main our ally-a simple, clean arrangement. And things are not so helpless as I may have painted them earlier. We do not necessarily need an entire army to reclaim Southmarch. All we need is enough strength to prevent Tolly getting his hands on you and killing you outright or pronouncing you an impostor-we could get by with a fairly small force. Then, if we can avoid being overwhelmed immediately, we will be able to reveal you to the people of Southmarch and denounce the Tollys as murderers and usurpers. That is the first step."
Briony frowned. "Why is that only the first step? Surely if we could en¬gineer such a thing that would solve the whole problem."
Shaso clicked his tongue at her. "Think, Highness! Do you believe that even if he is revealed as the worst sort of usurper, Hendon Tolly will sim¬ply surrender? No. He and his brother Caradon will know they must hold what they have stolen or die on a traitor's gibbet. Hendon will go to ground in Southmarch like a badger in a hole and Caradon will reinforce him. Anyone trying to force Hendon out will find himself trapped between the castle walls and the army of Summerfield."
"So we don't need an army, but we need an army? You're not making sense."
"Think on it carefully, Highness," Shaso told her.
She hated it when her elders talkechhat way. What it meant was, I al-ready know the answer because I'm grown and I know things, but you need to learn how to think, and then you can be wise and wonderful like me. "I don't know."
"What is our true need-no more, no less?"
Effir dan-Mozan, meanwhile, was watching the exchange with bright-eyed interest, as though he were a spectator at some particularly fascinating contest. That reminded Briony of something. "What is it my father always says when he's playing King's Square?" she asked Shaso. "Something from one of those old philosophers, I think."
"Ah, yes. 'Errors of caution are more likely to be considered at leisure than er¬rors of boldness-but less likely to be considered after a victory. In other words, if you are too careful, you are more likely to live, but less likely to win. It is one of his favorite epigrams-and one of the reasons I admire him."
"It is?" She was so pleased to hear someone, especially Shaso, talk about her father as a living person instead of as though he were already dead that she forgave the old man his lecturing ways.
"Yes. He is one of the most thoughtful men I have ever met, but he is not afraid to move swiftly and boldly when necessary-to take risks. It is how he beat me at Hierosol, you know."
"Tell me."
"Not now. We need to consider our present situation, not review ancient battles." Was that the hint of a smile? "Now think. What do we truly need?"
"To do something bold, I suppose. To get our castle back."
"Yes, and you will only get it with the Tollys out, or dead. But as I said, we do not necessarily need an army. We can raise that from the March Kingdoms and even within the walls of Southmarch itself, if we can keep you alive long enough."
"So we need an ally with at least a small force of soldiers." She thought. "But who? You've said we don't know who to trust."
"We must make trust-we must find an ally who wants to bargain with us. And we must do something bold to find that ally. Hendon has no doubt filled the roads to Brenland and Settland with spies and assassins. I do not doubt he has people in the courts of all the March Kingdoms as well, prob¬ably under the guise of being emissaries from the court of the infant prince."
"I'm going to kill him."
"Beware your own anger, Highness. But I think we must make a move
Hendon docs not suspect. As I said, I doubt any of your fellow rulers will do something for you out of the good of their hearts.
"Syan is our best hope, I think. To begin with, King Enander has no love for Summerfield Court, going back to the days when Lindon Tolly, the old duke, was trying to marry his sister to your father. When your father chose your mother instead, Lindon was so determined to build a link to the throne of the March Kingdoms that he snubbed one of King Enander's own nephews and married his sister Ethna to your father's younger brother, Hardis…"
Briony shook her head. "Gods give us strength, you remember more of this family lore than I do."
Shaso gave her a stern look. "This is not 'family lore, as you know very well-this is the stuff of alliances… and betrayals." He frowned, thinking. "In any case, Enander of Syan might be sympathetic to your cause-he has never quite forgiven the Tollys-but he will exact a price."
"A price? What sort of price? By the gods, does the Treaty of Coldgray Moor mean nothing? Anglin saved them all, and Syan and the others prom¬ised they would always come to our aid." She bit back several unladylike words: Shaso had heard her worst while training her, but she felt shy about cursing in front of Effir dan-Mozan. "Besides, until we take Southmarch back we have nothing to give these greedy people…"
"Enander of Syan is not particularly greedy, but that treaty is centuries old, however much it is revered in the March Kingdoms. It could be he will settle for gold when we have your throne back, but I believe he also has a marriageable son, who is said to be a goodly man…"