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ore being as frank as I have been。 Why are you here； Garsenc？ Why are you not at Ademar's court in Cortil anticipating the glory of this conquest your father and king have set in motion？ There might even be land for you。 Younger sons always want land； don't they？ We have spoken of love of country…where then is yours； de Garsenc？〃
Blaise had been waiting for that： it was the next foreknown speech； the next move in the game being played。 He wondered if Bertran had prepared this； if he had seen it ing or even steered them towards this moment。 It didn't really matter。 The moment was upon them。 He said； 〃Because I have set myself squarely against Ademar of Gorhaut。 Because I think he is weak and unworthy of allegiance。 Because it is my belief that he dispossessed and betrayed the people of my country with the Treaty of Iersen Bridge。 Because the Gorhaut I love is the holy land where Corannos the god of the Ancients first came among the six countries we know； and the earliest corans swore their oaths to serve the god and their fellow men and walk a path of righteousness。 Because the invasion of Arbonne would be a final straying from that path in pursuit of a dominion that could never； in the end； be preserved。 Because my father knows that。 He does not want to rule in Arbonne； he wants to put it to the fire。 Because he has long ago lost whatever true munion with the god he ever had。〃
He drew a needful breath to check this rush of words spilling out of him like a river in flood over a dam that has been breached。 And he said the last thing then； made the next move in the game； chose：
〃And because before the Lussan Fair is ended I will have named myself claimant to the crown of Gorhaut； to see if there are men of honour in my country…and elsewhere…who will rally to my name and this cause。〃
He heard Rudel suck in his breath sharply。 At least he'd surprised his friend； Blaise thought。 If he did nothing else at all； he seemed to have succeeded in astonishing the unflappable scion of the House of Correze。
And the king of Valensa； too； he now saw。 Daufridi's hands went to the arms of his chair and gripped there。 He pushed for a moment； as if to lever himself to his feet； but then； with a visible effort； remained where he was。
It was silent in the room then。 The only sound was the crackle of the fire and the strained breathing of four men。 From outside； where the corans of the king were being entertained by Bertran's men； they heard a sudden loud burst of laughter。
〃Ah； well；〃 said Daufridi of Valensa at length； very softly。 〃Ah； well now。 It seems we do have some things to talk about after all。〃
Blaise felt light…headed； almost numb。 He reached for his wine and drank。 The motion itself seemed odd； unnaturally slow。 He felt as if the owl should be in the room with them； Beatritz de Barbentain's white owl； settling on his shoulder again to mark him as a fool； or whatever else he was。
CHAPTER 12
〃I hope you realize I do not want her back；〃 Ranald de Garsenc says； glaring at the man on the far side of the room。 He has expected this encounter； and has prepared himself； as much as he ever can be prepared for dealing with his father。 The news of Rosala's flight to Arbonne； brought by two stammering； exhausted corans； was a shock but not； Ranald has e to realize during the course of the day； as much of one as might perhaps have been expected。
When he had learned…during this morning's earlier； furious discussion…about Galbert's visit to Garsenc and his claiming of the child； Ranald had laughed bitterly in his father's face。
〃You did this； then；〃 he'd said。 〃Not I； not anyone else。 Your own folly； father。 She angered you； didn't she？ You had to say something； to put her in her place。〃 Galbert had scowled furiously； clenching and unclenching his big hands。
〃That is exactly what happened； isn't it？〃 Ranald had gone on。 〃You are the fool and the weakling； father。 You lashed out in the heat of the moment。 You had to tell her； didn't you； to see if you could get a reaction。 You should have known better than to threaten to take her child。〃
〃Threaten？ Her child？〃 Galbert had made sure the instrument of his deep voice carried all possible nuances of contempt。 〃Is that how you see it？ Not your own child？ Not ours？ Are you truly so feeble？ I am shamed by you in the eyes of the god and all men。〃
There had been a servant in the room； and almost certainly men listening on the outside of each of the three doors to the chamber where they'd been。 King Ademar's palace in Cortil was not the place for private discussions。 Flushing； feeling suddenly defensive； Ranald had said； 〃We will talk later； when you have calmed your choler。 It is clear you are in no condition to be spoken with now。 I will await you here at midday； father。 Until then。〃
He'd stalked quickly out of the room before Galbert could reply。 A coran in the antechamber barely had time to be busy at the window。 Ranald had ignored him。 In fact he had been guardedly pleased with himself for that exit until； alone in his own rooms in the palace； he'd begun thinking more carefully through the implications of what his wife had done。
He'd sent a servant for ale and sat in a chair by the window looking out over a landscape where the sun was trying to break free of windblown autumn clouds。 The king was hunting that morning。 Someone had probably ridden out already to tell him the news； at Ademar's court ambitious men fell over each other to be the first to bring him tidings； particularly tidings damaging to the de Garsenc family。 Galbert was seen as too powerful； Ranald knew。 He probably was too powerful。 Their family had blood as royal as Ademar's if one went back only two generations； and the High Elder was now first of all the king's advisers。 Not much need to wonder why they were feared。 There were those at court…and not a few of them…who would exult in Rosala's flight and their own disfiture。
The servant had e back with a pitcher of beer and Ranald had gratefully drained his first flagon of the day。 He'd stretched out his legs and closed his eyes。 There was no fort waiting for him though。 His wife had lied to him in her last letter； had fled； carrying her child。 His child。 Had already given birth； it now appeared； in Arbonne。 The corans who'd brought the tidings； riding north through the pass at horse…killing speed for two nights and a day； hadn't known if it was a boy or a girl。 That mattered； of course； quite a lot。 Ranald had found it hard to weigh political implications that morning though。 He wasn't very good at it； for one thing。 He would have preferred to be hunting with the king just then。 In fact； what he really would have preferred was to be back at Garsenc； riding with his own men in his own forest。 Slumped back； eyes closed； in that chair； he'd tried to picture Rosala with a babe。 He had even tried； briefly； to imagine himself with one。 He'd opened his eyes and filled his flagon from the pitcher on the table by his elbow。
He'd allowed himself no more。 He would be meeting his father again at midday。 It was necessary to be sober for such meetings； as he had learned； at a cost； over the years。
〃I do not want her back；〃 he repeats。 It is noon； the clouds are gone and the sun is high in a pale sky； shining through the western windows。 Ranald tries to keep his voice calm。 He even moves nearer to his father so they can speak more softly。 The servants have been dismissed this time。 Ranald doesn't want this discussion to be mon knowledge through the palace…or all of Gorhaut； for that matter。
Galbert is quieter as well now； Ranald sees。 In fact the High Elder appears to be dangerously posed。 Before answering； he deliberately selects a chair and settles his bulk in it。 He has changed his clothing： he is in the blue robes of Corannos now。 Blaise； before he left； used to refuse to talk to their father when he wore the robes of the god。 He'd called them a desecration once。 That had been the last time they'd seen Blaise； actually； at the peak of yet another raging argument about the Treaty of Iersen Bridge。 That one had ended with Ranald's younger brother storming out of the room and the castle swearing never