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would not have valued his vineyards over my life； however much he proposes to pay me in wages。〃
The priestess laughed aloud。 She was younger than a first impression had suggested。 〃Our forgiveness hardly need concern you 。。。 in this； at least。 But Bertran de Talair is another matter。 He might have fairly expected an experienced coran to avoid giving provocation before even arriving at his castle。 There is an eastern way around the lake if you hadn't noticed； one that does not pass by the vineyards of Miraval。〃
The situation was； Blaise had to admit； being belatedly clear。 And indeed； had he known these lands belonged to Urté de Miraval…or taken some pains to know…he would certainly have gone the other way。 It was no secret； even to Blaise after a short time in Arbonne； that for reasons that apparently went years back into the past； the present lords of Miraval and Talair had no love for one another。
Blaise shrugged； to cover his disfiture。 〃I have been riding all day； this path seemed easier。 And I thought the countess of Arbonne stood surety for the safety of the roads in her land。〃
〃Barbentain is a long way off； and local hatred will usually overmaster larger laws。 A wise traveller will know where he is； particularly if he rides alone。〃
Which also was true； if arrogantly spoken by someone so young。 He tried not to dwell on the arrogance。 Clergy of all kinds seemed to have it as a collective quality。 One of these days； though； he was going to have to try to sort out why he was so reluctant to pay more attention to the gossip； or even the geography and divisions of land here in Arbonne。
Behind the priestess he saw three other small boats being drawn up on the shore。 Men and women in the robes of Rian disembarked and made their way over the grass to where the dead were lying。 They began lifting the bodies and carrying them back to the boats。
Blaise glanced over his shoulder to where the Arimondan lay beside his slain horse。 He turned back to the priestess。 〃Tell me； will Rian wele such as he？〃
She did not smile。 〃She waits for him；〃 the priestess said calmly； 〃as she waits for all of us。 Wele and grace are other matters entirely。〃 Her dark eyes held his own until Blaise looked away； beyond her； past the isle in the lake； to where a castle could be seen on the northern shore。
She turned and followed his gaze。 〃We will take you if you like；〃 she said； surprising him。 〃Unless you want one of their horses for yourself？〃
Blaise shook his head。 〃The only one worth having was killed by its rider。〃 He felt a sour amusement suddenly。 〃I will be grateful for passage。 Doesn't it seem apt 。。。 that I should arrive at Talair Castle in a craft of the goddess？〃
〃More apt than you know；〃 she said； not responding to his tone at all。
She gestured； and two of the priests moved to collect Blaise's armour and goods from the dead pony。 Blaise himself took his saddle from his mount and； following the tall； slender form of the priestess； walked over grass and stone to her boat。
They put his gear on board as well； and then the craft was pushed free of the shore and with the west wind in the one sail and the sun low now behind them it went skimming across the waters of Lake Dierne。
As they approached the castle； Blaise registered with a practised； approving eye how well defended it was； poised on a crag above the lake with the water ing around on three sides and a deep moat carved to the north。 A cluster of men had e down to the pier to wait for them。 There was another boat already there； with two priests and a priestess in it； tidings would have preceded them then。 As they drew near Blaise recognized Valery； Bertran's cousin； and then； surprisingly； Bertran himself stepped forward to neatly catch the rope thrown by the priest at the prow。
The duke of Talair crouched to tie their craft to an iron ring set in the wooden dock； then he straightened； looking expressionlessly at Blaise。 There was no hint in his gaze of the eerie； late…night intimacy of their last conversation。 Twenty…three years； Blaise remembered； suddenly。 The last thing he'd heard this man say； in the dark of a stairway； speaking of a woman long ago： So much longer than I thought I would live。
〃Wele to Talair；〃 Bertran said。 The scar on his cheek was prominent in the clear light。 He was dressed much as he had been when he came to Baude； in a coran's clothing made for the outdoors。 His hair was uncovered； disordered by the wind。 He smiled thinly； a crook of his mouth。 〃How does it feel to have made an enemy before you even report？〃
〃I have my share of enemies；〃 Blaise said mildly。 He felt calmer now； the ride across the lake and the memory of that dark stairwell in Baude had taken away the last of his battle mood。 〃One more or one less should not matter greatly。 The god will take me when he is ready。〃 He raised his voice slightly on that last； for someone else's benefit。 〃Do you really think the duke of Miraval will bother hating me for guarding my life when attacked？〃
〃Urté？ He could；〃 Bertran said judiciously。 〃Though it wasn't him I was thinking of； actually。〃 He looked for a moment as if he would explain； but then he turned instead and began walking towards the castle。 〃e；〃 he said over his shoulder； 〃there is meat and drink inside and after we will help you choose a horse from the stable。〃
Broad…shouldered； greying Valery stepped forward and extended an arm。 Blaise hesitated a moment； then grasped it； pulling himself forward onto the dock。 His gear had already been lifted up by three other men。 Blaise turned back to the boat。 Already the line had been untied and the small craft was beginning to glide back out over the water。 The young priestess had her back to him； but then； as if aware that he was looking； she turned。
She said nothing； nor did Blaise as the distance between boat and shore slowly increased。 Her hair gleamed in the still warm light of the setting sun。 The owl on her shoulder gazed away to the west。 More apt than you know； she had said on that western shore； responding with weighty sobriety to an attempted irony。 He didn't understand what she'd meant； he didn't understand it at all； and within him a spark of rekindled anger blazed。 He'd meant to say goodbye and to thank her； but instead he watched for another moment and then turned away impassively。
Valery was waiting for him。 Bertran's cousin had a wry expression on his face。
〃Six men？〃 he said。 〃Fair to say you aren't arriving quietly。〃
〃Five； and a catamite from Arimonda；〃 Blaise said tersely。 His anger was mostly gone though； he felt tired more than anything else。 〃I was riding quietly enough； and on the road。 They shot my horse。〃
〃The Arimondan；〃 Valery murmured； looking out to sea after the withdrawing boat。 〃Remind me to tell you about him later。〃
〃Why bother？〃 Blaise said。 〃He's dead。〃
Valery glanced curiously at him a moment； then shrugged。 He turned and began walking。 Blaise fell into step beside him。 The two men went along the length of the pier and then up the narrow； increasingly steep path towards the castle of Talair。 They came to the heavy doors； which were open； and they passed within to the sound of music playing。
PART II…Midsummer
CHAPTER 4
Walking briskly through the crowded streets； calling cheerful replies to people she knew and to some she didn't； Lisseut was reminded over and again why the Midsummer Carnival in Tavernel was her favourite time of the year。 Colours and crowds and light； the knowledge of a season's touring ended with time before another began； the hinge and axis of the year。 Midsummer was a time between times； a space in the round of the year where all seemed in suspension； when anything might happen or be allowed。 After nightfall； she thought； that would certainly be true in a variety of ways。
A masked figure clad in green and bright yellow sprang in front of her； arms outspread； in a mock growl that clashed with his birdlike costume he demanded an embrace as passersby laughed。 Sidestepping neatly； Lisseut pirouetted out of his grasp。 〃Bad luck to kiss a singer before sundown！〃 she called over her shoulder。 She'd made that one up