‘Milady,’ said Ivis. ‘The head of the house-servants now serves you in the absence of Lord Draconus. Hilith, present yourself.’
The elderly woman so named had been standing back, close to the stone steps fronting the house, and now she stepped forward with a stiff bow and said, ‘Hostage, we welcome you to this house. I see the journey has wearied you. A bath is ready.’
‘That is most kind,’ Sandalath said.
‘If you will follow me?’ Hilith asked.
‘Of course.’ Sandalath stepped forward, and then paused and turned back to Ivis. ‘Captain, you have been a most courteous escort. Thank you.’
‘My pleasure, milady.’
Hilith instructed two maids to lead Sandalath inside, and then quickly stepped close to Ivis. ‘Captain,’ she hissed, ‘her title is hostage and nothing else. You accord her a title that does not belong to her, not yet in her own house, and never in this one!’
Ivis leaned closer, as if to hint at a formal bow of acquiescence. Instead, he said, in a low tone, ‘Old woman, you are no queen to so command me. I will choose the honorific our guest deserves. She rode well and without complaint. If you have complaint, await the pleasure of our lord upon his return. In the meantime, spit out that sour grape you so love to suck on, and be dutiful.’
‘We shall return to this,’ she said in a rasp. ‘As you said, I am in charge of the house in our lord’s absence-’
‘The servants, maids and cooks, yes. Not me.’
‘It is unseemly, this twice-used hostage-’
‘For which the hostage is not to blame. Now, be gone from this courtyard, where my command holds reign, and if any rumours return to me of your gnawing misery set upon the hostage of this house, we shall indeed return to this.’
He watched her stalk off, and then he glanced across to see a row of grinning Houseblades. ‘Smiling, are you? Now isn’t that a pleasing sight? Comportment so slovenly I nearly choked in shame to see you. Let us see, shall we, how fare those smiles in the course of double drills. Straighten up, you dogs! Eyes forward!’
The servants struggled with the travel chest as they carried it into the room. Looking round, marvelling at the vastness of the chamber that was to be her quarters, Sandalath gestured to one wall. ‘Set that over there. No, do not open it — the only clothing I will use is in those saddle bags — terribly creased by now, I should imagine. They will need cleaning.’ This last detail she addressed to the two maids standing before her. Both women, younger than Sandalath by a few years, quickly bowed and set to unpacking the saddle bags. The other servants retreated from the room.
A moment later Hilith entered, glanced once at the rumpled clothing now appearing from the dusty leather bags, and then faced Sandalath. ‘Hostage, if you will accompany me, we shall see to your bath.’
‘Is the water hot? I prefer it hot.’
The old woman blinked and then nodded. ‘It is indeed, hostage. Or it was when we last left it. I imagine it is cooling even as we speak.’
‘I trust the fire is close, Hilith, should more heat be required. Now, please do lead on. Afterwards, I wish a tour of this house I now call my own.’
Hilith tilted her head and then marched from the room.
Sandalath followed.
‘Upon the Lord’s return,’ the matron said over her shoulder, ‘the two maids attending you shall be at your call. I, however, have other responsibilities that will demand my attention.’
‘Day and night, I am sure.’
Hilith shot a glance back at her and then continued on. ‘Just so.’
‘In the meantime,’ Sandalath said, ‘you will attend to me, as if the house were my own.’
‘Just so,’ Hilith snapped without turning this time.
‘If the bath is insufficiently heated, I will wait for the remedy.’
‘Of course, hostage.’
‘I am curious, Hilith. Were you in charge of the household staff in the time of Lady Dracons?’
‘I was.’
‘Then you have indeed given your life to this service.’
‘Without regret, hostage.’
‘Indeed? That is very well, then, isn’t it?’
She made no reply to that. Their swift passage down the hallway came to an end at a landing leading down. Hilith led Sandalath down the stairs, into a steamy laundry room dominated by a huge basin. Two maids — laundry-beaters by their chafed hands — stood in waiting beside the basin.
‘These will attend to you now,’ Hilith said, turning to leave.
The smell of lye was overwhelming, and Sandalath felt her eyes beginning to water. ‘A moment,’ she said.
‘Hostage?’ Hilith’s expression was innocent.
‘Tell me, does the Lord bathe in this chamber?’
‘Of course not!’
‘Then neither shall I. I stand in his stead in his absence, and I will bathe accordingly. Have freshly boiled, clean water brought to the appropriate chamber. I wish this done in haste, so I will entrust the task’s overseeing to you, Hilith.’ Sandalath gestured to one of the maids. ‘This one will lead me to the proper bathing room.’
Hilith’s narrow face was pale despite the heat. ‘As you wish, hostage.’
In her first time as a hostage, in the Citadel, there had been a frightening hag still tottering in the service of Lord Nimander’s household, and she had been most cruel — until by chance Andarist was made aware of the endless torment. That hag had disappeared. If Hilith were to prove a similar harridan, then Sandalath would speak to Draconus, and see the woman deposed and sent away.
She was not a child any more, to cower before such creatures.
As she walked with the young laundress, she said, ‘If I have made an enemy, I trust I will in turn have many allies?’
Wide eyes lifted to her, and then the girl’s round face split into a broad smile. ‘Hundreds, mistress! Thousands!’
‘My father was a hero in the wars,’ Sandalath said, ‘and I am his daughter.’
‘In the wars! Like Ivis!’
‘Like Ivis,’ she agreed. ‘Is Ivis well liked?’
‘He never looks happy, mistress, and is known to be harsh with his soldiers. But to us he is ever kind.’
‘As he was to me. Will you tell me more of him?’
‘All I know!’
‘Do you think him handsome? Soldiers have a way about them, I think.’
‘But he is old, mistress!’
‘Perhaps in your eyes, he is. But I see a man still in his years of strength, younger than my father, and sure of command. No doubt Lord Draconus values him most highly.’
They came to a heavy wooden door, artfully carved in intricate geometric patterns. The girl pushed it open to reveal a narrow room tiled from floor to ceiling, and at the far end a wash basin and then a tub of copper, large enough to accommodate a man. As Sandalath entered the chamber, she felt waves of heat rising from the floor. Crouching, she set a palm flat upon the tiles. ‘There is fire beneath?’
The girl nodded. ‘I think so, yes. I am rarely here, mistress. But there are flues from the Great Hearth, leading everywhere.’
‘Then this is not a cold house in the winter.’
‘No, mistress, it is blessedly warm!’
Sandalath looked round. ‘I feel welcomed by this house, most welcomed.’
The girl smiled again. ‘You are very pretty, mistress. We’d thought-’
‘What did you all think? Tell me.’
