"We could not hide forever, though," Grae said. "So I did eventually come back into the world. Only it was a world in which my father and older brother no longer lived. It was a world in which my nation was overrun with foreigners, carved up, a playground for the Numrek. Dire times. Better that they are behind us now."
"You didn't fight for my brother, did you?"
"For Aliver?" Grae looked uneasy, but then regained his composure and answered with what appeared to be simple honesty. "No, I didn't, but I would have. Proudly, I would have. When he was massing to press his battle against Maeander in Talay, I was fighting for the life of my nation. I fought the remnants of the Numrek still on my soil, and I expelled the Mein and closed the Gradthic Gap. It was bloody, and… Well, I would argue that Aliver and I were fighting common enemies, even if we did not do so together."
Corinn did not comment on the later statement. "Tell me, when you say that you fought, what does that mean exactly? I mean, I fought Hanish himself, right here in Acacia, but that doesn't mean I actually drew his blood with my own blade. My sister does that sort of thing, not me. But you, when you fight, do you fight yourself, or do you instruct others to fight in your name?"
"My sword is no virgin blade," Grae said. Corinn noted a flare of arrogance held back. "I never sent men into battle. I led them into battle. I will not brag to you, Your Majesty. That would be unseemly. But I invite you to ask others of my character. I think you will find my reputation is sound."
No doubt, Corinn thought. He did look the part of a leader of men. She could imagine him in armor, sword in hand, inspiring others to acts of bravery. Outwardly, he was the type of man both men and women would follow. She made a note mentally to look into his reputation, as he himself had suggested.
Beneath them the banquet continued. At some point, Wren entered. Corinn followed her with her eyes for some time, believing she could just see the first signs of her pregnancy at her waist, not enough that others would notice, but it was there. Lady Wren, secretly carrying Dariel's child. What did she intend? Delivegu had learned that she planned to announce the child once the prince had returned. Doesn't trust me to react with joy to the news, is that it? Corinn wondered. You may be shrewder than I credit. I'll figure out what to do with you yet.
Different courses came and went from the tables. The musicians played. On several occasions Corinn and Grae had to pause to acknowledge some toast or to chat briefly with those who had the temerity to approach the dais. Once a storyteller told of how King Standish put down the revolt and kept peace in the world, an elaborate tale that Corinn knew had little truth in it. She had enough of the early king's private journals to know how much the official record differed from the confessions of the monarch behind the myth.
She was not listening much, for Grae made for diverting company. Praise for her horse culture plans rolled off his tongue. Aushenians, he said, considered their equine traditions part of what had nurtured their independent spirit. To imagine such a connection with noble beasts near the heart of mighty empire like Acacia excited him greatly. He offered his countrymen's expertise, if Acacia had use for it. Corinn said she likely did, half forgetting that she had started the whole business just to keep her ambitious councillors busy.
Grae was almost too diverting. She sensed something held back in him, an arrogance that hid beneath his genial facade. It wasn't exactly unattractive-especially as he controlled it-but it did make her wonder.
Perhaps she had absorbed too many breaths of her own spell, for she asked, "King Grae, just what is it you're really after?"
Grae jerked his glass of wine away from his lips in midsip, spilling a bit. "My lady?"
Feeling as playful about it as she appeared, she leaned close and, knowing the posture pressed her breasts together and that Grae had to keep his eyes from straying to them, asked, "No man comes to me without wanting something-not even a king. What is it you want?"
"I won't try to hide the truth from you," Grae said, losing his relaxed demeanor for a moment. "I'd fail if I did. I'm an admirer. I always have been, but… perhaps I've matured enough to understand it."
"And become brave enough to voice it, at least vaguely."
Grae dipped his head, but kept his eyes on her. "I'll happily get more specific if you-"
"Would like? Well, I would. Indulge me." She stretched out the last sentence, using her lips and the tilt of her head to add allure. She still did not know quite what had gotten into her. When was the last time she had flirted with a man? Ages. Since Hanish, but what sort of flirting was that? Mostly, she had attacked him with her sharp tongue. Strange method of courting. No, she had not batted her eyes at a man since adolescence, since Igguldan. But whereas that had seemed a memory too painful to approach before, Grae seemed a version of the same things she had admired in his brother-a living version, sitting beside her.
"You really wish to know?" he asked. "For me to say it outright? That's not Aushenian style. Normally, I'd have to compose a poem-"
"Which would be very entertaining, I'm sure. Do compose one and recite it for me later. At present, though, be direct."
The king sat a minute looking like a perplexed child, and then he shrugged and regained his charm. "As you wish, Your Majesty. The truth is, I've come in the hope that I might court you, and that if the signs seemed favorable I might offer myself for marriage. With all the respect due your elevated position."
Ah… So there it is. At least he speaks plainly. "You want to make me your wife?"
"I'd be content for you to make me your husband, Your Majesty." He leaned toward her. "Look, I am a proud man, content to fight for my honor, to rebuff any insult. And Aushenia is a proud nation. But I'm also a reasonable man. You, Queen Corinn, are a woman-and ruler-of both grace and immense power. You can't be surprised that I'd wish us and our nations joined. I trust this doesn't offend you. You did ask for me-"
"To be straightforward. No, no, I'm not so easily offended. Certainly not by such reasonable flattery. You do catch me off guard, though. I had no idea my marital status was so much on the mind of Aushenia."
"Oh, it is, believe me. At least in so far as I am Aushenia."
Corinn remembered then that she once professed no fondness for blue eyes. Who wants to look into water? she had teased Rhrenna. She would hardly be able to say that now, with Grae's eyes so intent on her, so refreshing. That's what they were: the promise of a cool drink of water to a thirsty mouth. She almost laughed outright at the metaphor. It was the Aushenians who gamed at poetry. She should leave it to them.
"You know that no such union would be on equal terms," she said, straightening and speaking with the hint of royal detachment. "We would swallow you. I don't say there aren't advantages to that, but we've trod near this path before."
"I know," Grae said, responding with a similarly aloof tone. "And I know you won my brother's heart before mine. But that was not to be. We who remain, however, still have our lives to live. My father and brother both wanted an Acacian-Aushenian union. It is usually the case that great ideas are delayed. The early prophets are slain or maligned. Often we see the full wisdom of visionaries only in retrospect."
"And the retrospective view of your queen Elena? She would not bless this union you propose, would she?"
Corinn did not get the chance to hear his answer. Someone shouted, a rough bark that had no place at a banquet. A second later a scream-high-pitched and feminine-cut through the revelry and left silence in its place. That did not last long, as people began to point and murmur and exclaim.