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quite so aggressive。
The man called Blaise pursed his lips reflectively before answering； Lisseut was belatedly realizing that this was no thick…witted northern lout。
〃The duke of Talair just now humiliated a troubadour you say will be famous long after I am forgotten。 He as much as called him an uneducated； drunken schoolboy。 At a guess； that will have hurt rather more than the scratch from my blade。 Will you agree that there are times when authority must be asserted？ Or； if not； are you brave enough to turn that fire of yours against the duke right now？ I'm the easy target； an outsider in a room full of people you know。 Would that be a part of why you are pushing me like this？ Would it be a fair thing to be doing？〃
He was unexpectedly clever； but he hadn't answered her question。
〃You haven't answered her question；〃 said Bertran de Talair。
Blaise of Gorhaut smiled again； the same wry； sideways expression as before； Lisseut had a sense that he'd almost been expecting that from the duke。 She wondered how long they'd known each other。 〃I'm here； aren't I？〃 he said quietly。 〃If I agreed with those laws I'd be home right now； wouldn't I； very likely wed to a properly disciplined woman； and very likely plotting an invasion of Arbonne with the king and all the corans of Gorhaut。〃 He raised his voice at the end； quite deliberately。 Lisseut； out of the corner of her eye； saw the Portezzans at their booth by the near wall exchange quick glances with each other。
〃All right； Blaise；〃 Bertran said sharply； 〃you have made your point。 That is rather enough； I think。〃
Blaise turned to him。 Lisseut realized that his eyes had not left hers from the time she'd approached； though his last point； whatever it actually was； had clearly been meant for the duke。 〃I think so too；〃 the big coran said softly。 〃I think it is more than enough。〃
〃Enough of what？〃 came an assured voice from the doorway。 〃Is something over too soon？ Have I missed an entertainment？ 〃
When Bertran de Talair grew pale； Blaise knew； the scar on his cheek became extremely prominent。 He had seen it happen before； but not like this。 The duke had gone rigid with anger or shock but he did not turn around。 Valery did； very swiftly； moving so that his body was between Bertran's and the door。
〃What are you doing here？〃 said de Talair； his back to the person addressed。 His voice was cold as winter moonlight。 Blaise registered that fact and moved； belatedly； to stand beside Valery。 Even as he did； the crowd of men and women between them and the door was shifting awkwardly out of the way to reveal； as a parting curtain before a stage； the man standing in the entrance to the tavern。
He was huge； Blaise saw； robed in extravagantly expensive dark green satin trimmed with white fur； even in summer。 Easily sixty years old； his grey hair cropped close like a soldier's； he stood lightly balanced； for all his size； and his posture was straight…backed and arrogant。
〃What am I doing here？〃 he echoed mockingly。 The voice was memorable； deep and resonant。 〃Isn't this where the singers are？ Is this not Carnival？ Cannot a man seek the solace and pleasure of music at such a time？〃
〃You hate musicians；〃 Bertran de Talair said harshly； biting off his words。 He still had not turned。 〃You kill singers； remember？〃
〃Only the impertinent ones；〃 the other man said indifferently。 〃Only those who forget where they are and sing what they should not。 And that was a long time ago； after all。 Men can change； surely； as we move towards our waiting graves。 Age can mellow us。〃 There was nothing mellow about that tone； though。 What Blaise heard was mockery； savage； acid…dipped。
And suddenly he knew who this had to be。
His eyes flicked to either side of the speaker； taking the measure of the three green…garbed corans flanking him。 All wore swords； regardless of whatever laws Tavernel might have； and all three looked as if they knew how to use them。
He had a flashing memory of a path by Lake Dierne； six dead men in the spring grass。 The crowd had fallen well back； leaving a cleared space around the two parties by the door。 Blaise was aware that the slim； brown…haired woman； the one who had accosted him； was still standing just behind him。
〃I will not banter with you；〃 Bertran said quietly。 His back was still to the door； to the huge man standing there with malice in his flint…grey eyes。 〃One more time； why are you here； my lord of Miraval？〃
Urté de Miraval； framed massively in the doorway of The Liensenne； did not reply。 Instead his heavy gaze； eyes deep…hooded in his face； swung over to look at Blaise。 Ignoring Bertran's question as if it had been asked by an importuning farm labourer； he fixed Blaise with an appraising scrutiny。 He smiled then； but there was no lessening of the malice in his expression。
〃Unless I am greatly wrong；〃 he said； 〃and I do not think I am； this will be the northerner who is so free with his bow to shed the blood of other men。〃 The corans beside him shifted slightly。 The motion； Blaise noted； freed space for their swords to be drawn。
〃Your corans shot my pony and my horse；〃 Blaise said quietly。 〃I had reason to believe they were minded to kill me。〃
〃They would have been；〃 Urté de Miraval agreed； almost pleasantly。 〃Should I forgive you six deaths for that reason？ I don't think I shall； and even if I were minded to； there is another aggrieved party in the case。 A man who will be exceedingly happy to learn that you are here tonight。 He might even join us later； which will be interesting。 So many accidents happen amid the crowds of Carnival； it is one of the regrettable aspects of the celebration； wouldn't you agree？〃
Blaise read the transparent threat； what he didn't know was its origin。 From Valery's stiffened posture he sensed that the other man did。
〃There is a law passed regarding killings between Miraval and Talair；〃 Bertran's cousin said sharply from Blaise's side。 〃You know it well； my lord duke。〃
〃Indeed； I do。 So； if it es to that； did my six slain men。 If only our beloved countess in Barbentain could pass laws that guarded against the mishaps of a riotous night in the city。 Would that not be a pleasant thing； a reassuring thing？〃 His eyes swung back from Valery to Blaise and settled there； with the predatory quality of a hunting cat。
And with that； Bertran de Talair finally turned to confront the man in the doorway。
〃You frighten no one；〃 he said flatly。 〃There is nothing but sour rancour in you。 Even the grapes on your land taste of it。 A last time； my lord of Miraval； for I will not permit this exchange to continue： why are you here？〃
Again there was to be no reply； or not from the man addressed。 Instead； a woman； hooded and cloaked； stepped around him and into the room from where she'd been hidden behind his bulk。
〃Oh dear； oh dear； oh dear！〃 she said。 〃This isn't at all what I wanted to happen。〃 The words were contrite and distressed； the tone was as far from such feelings as it could possibly be。 In that lazy drawl Blaise heard boredom and vexation； and more than a hint of power。 Not another one； he thought。 Not another of these women。
Astonishment and a different kind of anger flashed in the eyes of Bertran de Talair。
〃Ariane； what； precisely； do you think you are doing？ Is this a game？ If so you have overreached yourself。〃
Ariane。 Ariane de Carenzu； who was queen of the Court of Love。 The woman so sharply addressed brought up one elaborately ringed hand and cast back her hood； shaking free her hair with an unconcerned motion。
She's married； though； Blaise thought stupidly。 Her hair is supposed to be bound up； even in Arbonne。 It wasn't。 Her hair was thick and raven dark； and as he watched it fell in waves down her back； liberated from the transitory confines of the hood。 There was a confused； excited murmur in the room。 Looking at the woman standing beside Urté de Miraval； momentarily unable； in fact； to look away from her； Blaise thought he understood why。
〃Overreach？〃 she said now； very quietly。 〃I don't think I allow language like that even from a friend； Bertran。 I wasn't aware that I needed permission from you to v