Women had come, pale-haired and cold, who bowed and kissed Hetharus hand and returned on silent feet to the corridor, a whisper of brocade and a lingering of perfume amid the oil and armor of the guards.
Then, a stir among the departing mourners, brusque and sudden, came Roh, himself attended by guards, one on either side. Roh was armored, and cloaked, and bore his bow and his longsword slung on his back for travel.
Vanyes heart leaped up in an instants forlorn hope that died when he reminded himself of the illusion that was Roh, when Roh ignored him, and addressed himself to the patricide, Bydarras newly powerful son.
My lord, Roh murmured, and bowed, but he did not kiss Hetharus hand or make any other courtesy, at which faces clouded, not least of them Hetharus. The horses are saddled, Roh said. The tide is due at sunset, I am told; and we had best make some small haste.
There will be no delay, said Hetharu.
Again Roh bowed, only as much as need be; and turned his head and for the first time looked down on Vanye, who knelt between his guards. Cousin, Roh said sorrowfully, as a man would reproach a too-innocent youth. Heat stung Vanyes face; and something in him responded to the voice, all the same. He looked up into Rohs brown eyes and lean, tanned face, seeking Liell, struggling to summon hate. It only came to him that they two had known Andur-Kursh, and that he would not see it again; and that when Roh had left, he would be alone among qujal.
I do not envy you, Vanye said, your company on the road.
Rohs eyes slid warily to Hetharu, back again; and Roh bent then, and took Vanyes arm, drawing him to his feet in spite of the guards. His hand lingered, kindly as a brothers.
Swear to my service, Roh said in a low voice, for him alone. Leave hers, and I will take you with me, out of here.
Vanye jerked his head in refusal, setting his jaw lest he show how much he desired it.
They will not harm you, Roh said, which he needed not have said.
What you will is not law for them, Vanye said. I did not kill Bydarra: on my oath, I did not. They have done this to spite you; I am nothing to them but a means of touching you.
Roh frowned. I will see you at Abarais. With her, I will not compromiseI cannotbut with you
Take me with you now if you hope for that. Do not ask an oath of me; you know I cannot give it. But will you rather trust them at your back? You will be alone with them, and when they have what they want
No, Roh said after a moment that trust and doubt had seemed closely balanced No. That would not be wise of me.
At least take Jhirun out of this place.
Again Roh hesitated, seeming almost to agree. No, he said. Nothing to please you: I do not think you hope for my long life. She stays here.
To be murdered. As I will be.
No, said Roh. I have made an understanding for your welfare. And I will see it kept; we have bargained, they and I. I will see you at Abarais.
No, said Vanye. I do not think you will.
Cousin, said Roh softly.
Vanye swore and turned away, bile rising in his throat. He shouldered through his guards, who lacked orders and stood like cattle, confused. None checked him. He went to the window slit and looked out at the rain-glistening stones, ignoring all of them as they made their arrangements to leave, with much clattering of arms and shouting up and down the corridors.
Group by group, to their various purposes, the gathering dispersed. Roh was among the first to leave. Vanye did not turn his head to see. He heard the room deserted, and the door heavily sealed, and distantly in the halls echoed the tramp of armed men.
Out in the yard there began a tumult among the people, and the clatter of horses on the pavings. Voices of men and women pierced the commotion, for a moment clear and then subdued again.
One lord was leaving Ohtij-in; the former could not possibly have been buried yet. Such was Hetharus haste, to ride with Roh, seeking power; and such Roh had doubtless promised him, with promises and threats and direct warnings to bring him quickly to Abarais, before flood should come, before the way should be closed. Perhaps Bydarra had opposed such a journey, inventing delays, but Bydarra would no more oppose anythingperhaps at Rohs urging; it was Hetharus cruel humor that had placed the blame where Roh least wanted it,
Vanye heard the number of horses in the yard and reckoned that most of the force of Ohtij-in must be going.
And if Morgaine lived, she would have to contend with that upon the roadif she had not already, more wary and more wise than her ilin, skirted round Ohtij-in and passed toward Abarais.
It was the only hope that remained to him. If Morgaine had done so, Roh was finished, powerless. This was surely the fear in Rohs mind, that drove him to create chaos of Ohtij-in, that drove him to accept allies that would turn on him when first they could. If Roh came too late, if Morgaine had passed, and the Wells were dead and sealed against him, then those same allies would surely kill him; and then would be another bitter reckoning, at Ohtij-in, for the hostage for a dead enemy.
But if Roh was not too late, if Morgaine was in truth lost, then there were other certainties: himself bidden to Abarais, to serve Rohmasterless ilin, to be Claimed to another service.
There was nothing else, no other choice for himbut to seek Rohs life; and the end of that, too, he knew.
A door closed elsewhere, echoing in the depths; a scuff on stone sounded outside, steps in the corridor. He thought until the last that they were bound elsewhere: but the bolt of the door crashed back.
He looked back, the blood chilling in his veins as he saw Kithan, with armed men about him.
Kithan walked to the end of the table, steady in his bearing; his delicate features were composed and cold.
They are leaving, Kithan said softly.
I did not, Vanye protested, kill your father. It was Hetharu.
There was no reaction, none. Kithan stood still and stared at him, and outside there was the sound of horses clattering out the gates. Then those gates closed, booming, inner and outer.
Kithan drew a long, shuddering breath, expelled it slowly, as if savoring the air. He had shut his eyes, and opened them again with the same chill calm. In a little time we shall have buried my father. We do not make overmuch ceremony of our interments. Then I will see to you.
I did not kill him.
Did you not? Kithans cloud-gray eyes assumed that dreaming languor that formerly possessed them, but now it seemed ironical, a pose. Hetharu would have more than Ohtij-in to rule. Do you think that Roh of the Chya will give it to him?
Vanye answered nothing, not knowing where this was tending, and liking it little. Kithan smiled.
Would this cousin of yours take vengeance for you? asked Kithan.
It might be, Vanye answered, and Kithan still smiled.
Hetharu was always tedious, Kithan said.
Vanye drew in a breath, finally reading him. If you aim at your brotherfree me. I am not Rohs ally.
No, said Kithan softly. Nor care I. It may be that you are guilty; or perhaps not. And that is nothing to me. I see no future for any of us, and I trust you no more than Hetharu should have trusted your kinsman.
Hetharu, Vanye said, killed your father.
Kithan smiled and shrugged, turned his shoulder to him. He made a signal to one of the men with him, toward the door. That man summoned others, who held between them a small and tattered shadow.
Jhirun.
He could not help her. She recognized him as he moved a little into the torchlight. Her shadowed face assumed a look of anguish. But she said nothing, seeing him, nor cried out. Vanye lowered his eyes, apology for all things between them, lifted them again. There was nothing that he could say to ease her plight, and much that he could say to make it worse, making clear his regard for her.