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t had been different at home in Savaric； but Savaric was a long time ago。
The wind is rising now； ing about to the east； sending droplets and then a gusty sheet of rain through the window to strike her face and the bodice of her gown。 She doesn't mind the cold； she even weles it； but there is a child to think of now。 Reluctantly she turns away； back to the smoky； stale； crowded room； to hear her husband's father begin to speak to the issue of forced marriages and conquest in the warm bright south。
〃My liege； you know the reasons as well as I； so； indeed does every man in this room； save one perhaps。〃 The glance flicked sideways at Ranald is so brief as to carry its own measure of bone…deep contempt。 〃Even the women know my son's folly when they hear it。 Even the women。〃 Beside Rosala； Adelh de Sauvan； who is venal and corrupt and newly widowed； smiles。 Rosala sees that and looks away。
〃To wed the countess of Arbonne；〃 Galbert goes on； his rich voice filling the room； 〃we would need her consent。 This； she will not give。 Ever。 If she did； for whatever reason； maddened by woman's desire perhaps； she would be deposed and slain by the assembled dukes of Arbonne before any wedding could take place。 Think you that the lords of Carenzu or Malmount or Miraval would sit by and watch us so easily stake a claim to their land？ Even a woman should be able to see the folly in such a fatuous thought。 What； my liege； do you think the troubadour lord of Arbonne would do at such a time 。。。 think you that Bertran de Talair would stand by and let such a marriage take place？〃
〃That name is forbidden here！〃 Ademar of Gorhaut says quickly； leaning abruptly forward。 Two spots of unnatural colour show in his cheeks above the beard。
〃And so it should be；〃 Galbert says smoothly； as if he'd expected exactly that response。 〃I have as much reason as you my liege to hate that schemer and his godless； discordant ways。〃
Rosala smiles inwardly at that； keeping her features carefully schooled。 It was little over a month ago that de Talair's latest song had reached the court of Gorhaut。 She remembers the night； wind and rain then； too； a trembling； whey…faced bard obeying Ademar's mand； singing the duke of Talair's verses in a voice like rasping iron：
Shame then in springtime for proud Gorhaut；
Betrayed by a young king and his counsellor。
And more； much more； and worse； in the creaking； barely audible mumblings of the terrified singer while a wind blew on the moors outside：
Where went the manhood of Gorhaut and Valensa
When war was abandoned and pale peace bought
By weak kings and sons long lost to their lineage？
Rosala can almost find a kind of warmth in her heart at the memory of the torchlit faces around her that night。 The expressions of the king； of Galbert； the furtive glances that flitted about the hall from one newly landless lord or coran to another as the driving music brought the force of the words home； even in the timid voice of the singer。 The bard； a young trovaritz from Gotzland； had almost certainly owed his continued life to the presence in the great hall of Cortil that evening of the envoy from his own country and the undeniable importance of keeping peace with King Jorg of Gotzland at this juncture of the world's affairs。 Rosala had no doubt what Ademar would have liked to do when the music ended。
Now he leans urgently forward again； almost rising from the throne； the two bright spots vivid in his cheeks and says； 〃No man has as much reason as we do； Galbert。 Do not exalt yourself。〃
The High Elder gently shakes his head。 Again the rich voice enpasses the room； so warm； so caring； it can so easily deceive one into thinking the man is profoundly other than he is。 Rosala knows about that； she knows almost everything about that by now。
〃It is not in my own name that I take umbrage； my liege；〃 says Galbert。 〃I am as nothing； nothing at all in myself。 But I stand before you and before the eyes of all those in the six countries as the voice of the god in Gorhaut。 And Gorhaut is the Heartland； the place where Corannos of the Ancients was born in the days before man walked and woman fell into her ruin。 An insult to me is a blow delivered to the most high god and must not be tolerated。 Nor will it be； for all the world knows your mettle and your mind in this； my liege。〃
It is fascinating； Rosala thinks； how smoothly； how effortlessly； Galbert has shifted the matter at hand。 Ademar is nodding his head slowly； so are a number of the men in the hall。 Her husband is drinking； but that is to be expected。 Briefly； Rosala feels sorry for him。
〃We would have thought；〃 the king says slowly； 〃that Daufridi of Valensa would share our attitude to this provocation。 Perhaps when we next receive his envoy we ought to discuss the matter of Bertran de Talair。〃
Daufridi has all our land north of Iersen now； Rosala finds herself thinking bitterly； and knows that others will be framing the same thought。 He can afford to tolerate insults from Arbonne。 Her family's ancient estates along the Iersen River are right on the newly defined northern border of Gorhaut now； Savaric had not been so exposed ever before。 And there are men in this room whose lands and castles have been given away； they are part of Valensa now； ceded by treaty； surrendered in the peace after being saved in the war。 King Ademar is surrounded by hungry； ambitious； angry men； who will need to be assuaged； and soon； however much they might fear him for the moment。
It is all so terribly clear； Rosala thinks； her face a mask； blank and unrevealing。
〃By all means；〃 Galbert the High Elder is saying； 〃raise the matter with the Valensan envoy。 I think we can deal with a shabby rhymester by ourselves； but it would indeed be well to have certain other matters understood and arranged before another year has e and gone。〃
Rosala sees her husband lift his head at that； looking not at his father but at the king。
〃What matters？〃 Duke Ranald says； loudly； in the silence。 〃What needs to be understood？〃 It is only with an effort sometimes that Rosala is able to remember that her husband was once the most celebrated fighting man in Gorhaut； champion to Ademar's father。 A long time ago； that was； and the years have not sat kindly on the shoulders of Ranald de Garsenc。
Ademar says nothing； chewing on his moustache。 It is Ranald's father who replies； the faintest hint of triumph in the magnificent voice。 〃Do you now know？〃 he asks； eyebrows elaborately arched。 〃Surely one so free with idle counsels can riddle this puzzle through。〃
Ranald scowls blackly but refuses to put the question again。 Rosala knows he doesn't understand； again she feels an unexpected impulse of sympathy for him during this latest skirmish in his lifelong battle with what his father is。 She doubts Ranald is the only man here bemused by the cryptic byplay between the High Elder and the king。 It happens； though； that her own father； in his day； had been a master of diplomacy； high in the counsels of King Duergar； and Rosala and one brother were the only two of his children to survive into adulthood。 She had learned a great deal； more than women tended to in Gorhaut。 Which； she knows； is a large part of her own private grief right now； trapped among the de Garsenc and their hates。
But she does understand things； she can see them； almost too clearly。 If he is sober enough； Ranald will probably want her thoughts tonight when they are alone。 She knows the heavy； hectoring tone he will use； the scorn with which he will quickly dismiss her replies if she chooses to offer any； and she also knows how he will go away from her after and muse upon what she tells him。 It is a power of sorts； she is aware of that； one that many women have used to put their own stamp； as a seal upon a letter； upon the events of their day。
But such women have two things Rosala lacks。 A desire； a passion even； to move and manipulate amid the fever and flare of court events； and a stronger； worthier vessel in which to pour their wisdom and in their spirit than Ranald de Garsenc is ever going to be。
She doesn't know what she will tell her husband if he asks for he