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It was silent in the hallway； save for the distant voice of the singer drifting up from below； mournful and melodious。 Rosala brought her hands up to her face。 There was a horror about to happen。 She could scream； she knew； to summon aid； and perhaps it would be in time； more likely not。 She was not a woman inclined to scream。 She took a steadying breath； struggling to decide what to do。 Her first； her only duty； was to Cadar； to guard her own safety as his sole shelter in the world。 There was no disputing that； or what choice it pelled。
Rosala de Savaric stood up； looked back along the corridor to where her new…born son was sleeping and resolutely began walking the other way。 She was her father's daughter； and would not sit silent in a window seat or turn her back and let a man be murdered in a castle that had given her haven。
As it happened； she knew whose suite of rooms the man with the blade had just entered。 The mingled scents of spices and perfume had been redolent in the corridor since that guest had arrived。 The priestesses and the wet…nurse had been talking about her obsessively for two days。 Rosala paused outside that doorway only long enough to look back one last time towards Cadar's room； then she squared her shoulders in a gesture that had also been her mother's； and she opened Lucianna Delonghi's door and stepped inside。
Daufridi and his escort left the inn first。 Bertran gave them some time and then they rode back to Lussan themselves； passing under the trees and then along the west bank of the river beneath the blue moon。 Just inside the gates of the city the duke insisted on parting from the three of them。
He looked at Blaise； hesitated； and then smiled wolfishly in the moonlight。 〃I neglected to mention it to you…the baron of Castle Baude arrived this morning。 I thought I would say hello to Mallin before retiring for the night。 Shall I convey your good wishes？〃
Even with what he had learned from Ariane de Carenzu last summer； there was still something disconcerting to Blaise about Bertran's indefatigable energy in this regard。 With all that had just happened； with grim； huge discussions of his country's fate scarcely behind him； the duke of Talair was of a mind to go wandering in the night。
Blaise shrugged。 〃Please do；〃 he murmured。 〃And to Soresina； if you should happen to see her。〃
Bertran's smile flashed briefly again。 〃Don't wait up。 Sunrise will see me homeward； when the morning breaks。〃 He always said that： the refrain of one of his own songs from years ago。 He turned his horse and was gone into the shadows。
〃Should he be alone？〃 Rudel asked。 〃Under the circumstances？〃 There was something extraordinary about that； too； Blaise thought： the man raising the question had tried to kill Bertran three months ago。
〃He won't be；〃 Valery replied quietly； looking down the lane where his cousin had ridden。 〃Watch。〃 A moment later they saw three horsemen canter out from the darkness and set off after the duke。 In their brief transit through the torchlight by the city walls； one of them waved briefly； Valery lifted a hand in return。 Blaise recognized the livery and relaxed a little： the countess of Arbonne was evidently taking pains to guard her wayward duke。
〃Do they ride into the bedrooms； too？〃 he asked。
Valery chuckled and twitched his horse's reins。 〃In the bedrooms；〃 he said； 〃we must assume he can take care of himself。〃
Rudel laughed。 〃Does he know he's being watched？〃
〃Probably；〃 said Valery。 〃I think it amuses him。〃
〃Most things seem to；〃 Rudel assented。
Valery turned in the saddle to look at him。 〃Most things； but not all。 Don't be misled； not if you're joining us。 What you heard him say to Daufridi this evening； how he dealt with him； was the real thing。 Much of the rest； what he's doing now； is part of a long escape。〃
There was a short silence。 〃A successful one？〃 Rudel Coreze was an extremely clever man。 His tone was thoughtful。
Blaise was remembering that stairwell in Castle Baude again； a flask of seguignac passing back and forth。 〃I don't think so；〃 he said quietly。 Thai's why he works so hard。 I think；〃 he said to Valery； 〃that he should have killed Urté de Miraval a long time ago。〃
Valery's face was hidden in the darkness as they rode under a covered archway spanning the street。 〃So do I；〃 said Bertran's cousin finally。 They came out into blue moonlight again； slanting down past the steep roofs of houses。 〃But we aren't poets； are we； and there was a child。〃 An old； tired anger was in his voice； embers raked over but not dead。
〃This；〃 said Rudel； 〃is going to have to be explained to me。〃
〃Later；〃 said Blaise。 〃Too tangled for tonight。〃
They rode on。 Some of the streets by the market were lit； but there were no great crowds。 The Lussan Fair； as all the other fairs； was not like a carnival。 For one thing； it lasted for a month； and not even Bertran de Talair； Blaise thought； would survive that much revelry。 The fairs were for doing business； with some nocturnal activities for spice。
Rudel； perhaps predictably； seemed to be thinking about just that； as they came up to the two lanterns burning outside the honey…coloured walls of the Talair palace and walked their horses to the stables at the back。 The ostler came sleepily forward from the shadows and took their mounts。 The three of them went back around to the front doors。 Under the lanterns again； Rudel had an expression on his face that Blaise knew well。
〃There is an amusing tavern I know；〃 he said； 〃just beyond the Portezzan quarter of the market。 Are we really going to put the night to bed； or is there some life left in us？ I would enjoy buying a drink for the pretender to the crown of Gorhaut。〃
Valery looked around quickly； but Rudel's voice had been carefully low and the square before the house was empty。 Even so； Blaise felt his pulse jump at the mention of what he'd said tonight。 It had certainly had results。
It seems we do have some things to talk about after all； Daufridi of Valensa had said； looking with hard appraisal at Blaise； and then had listened intently； heavy brows drawn together； as Bertran de Talair outlined a number of propositions； some of them startling； one； at least； quite terrifying。
In the street outside the house Valery was shaking his head。 〃I'm an old man tonight。 Too many twists in the road for my poor head。 I want a pillow more than I can say。 You two go on。 Be young a little longer yet。〃
Blaise was torn； in fact； between equally strong desires： one for the quiet of his room； and another for some adequate external response to the excitement within himself。 In the past when Rudel had suggested a night abroad； he had seldom demurred。
In those first months in Gotzland and then Portezza； after he'd left Gorhaut the first time…the thought came suddenly； new…minted； to him…he himself seemed to have been performing his own driven search for an avenue of escape。 It seemed； after all； that the winding route through so many taverns and towns； all the tournaments and courts and castles； the night and morning roads； dawn mist above battlefields and a murder in Faenna； had brought him back； on this cool autumn evening in Arbonne； to Gorhaut； to the country that was his home； and to the Treaty of Iersen Bridge； which he had twice sworn…the second time on his mother's blood on a night of storm at Garsenc…that he would never accept。
Oaths by younger sons； even those of the most powerful families； rarely meant a great deal in the world。 It seemed； tonight； as if his own vow might just possibly be different。 Either that； or the paths of folly were even wider and smoother and more weling than they were said to be； and he was squarely set upon one of them now。
He was not going to fall asleep； he realized。 Valery； with a crooked smile at the two of them； walked up to the palace door and knocked softly。 The viewing grille slid back； and then the door was opened by the coran on watch。 〃Good night；〃 Bertran's cousin called； over his shoulder。 〃Try to be quiet when you do e back。 I promise you I'll be sleeping。〃
Blaise watched him go in； then turned to Rudel。 By the lamplight he s