Storm Warning

Kerowyn gnawed on her lower lip. 'That does eliminate most of my suspects,' she admitted. 'It could be one of the personal servants of one of our own nobles, though.'

'Yes, and it could be one of your nobles.' Darkwind was quick to point that out. 'It would not be the first time that Selenay had had her own intrigue against her.'

'The weapon, though—it had a residue of magic that made me think it was targeted to a specific individual,' An'desha said shyly. 'That would imply that your agent is a mage himself, or more likely, found a way to gain access to something personal from each of his targets to imprint the weapons with their intended victims.'

'Then planted them into the walls.' Kerowyn looked baffled. 'Now you open it up to everyone in the Palace except the servants.'

Karal pondered his next words long and hard before speaking them. How expendable am I? Realistically, very. And I have Altra, who will try to protect me. I think that I must do this.

'I can offer a possible trap,' he said carefully. 'With myself as the bait. Two of those weapons were meant to eliminate me; let me place myself where our agent can come at me. I honestly do not believe he will try to take me again, so soon. I think that he will try to ascertain what Solaris' position is, and whether or not the Alliance is in jeopardy, due—'

He couldn't say it; he choked up. The others gave him time to recover.

After a struggle, he got control of his voice again. 'If disrupting the Alliance was this agent's primary goal, he will want to talk to me almost as soon as I appear in the halls of the Palace. Let me go walk there, and see who comes to offer condolences and fish for information.'

'And what if this agent decides to ensure the Karsite defection by eliminating you?' Kerowyn asked quietly.

He twitched his mouth in what was supposed to be a smile. 'Have you not been training me in enough self- defense to keep myself alive until help can come? Magicked weaponry is difficult to come by—if this person wishes to strike again so soon, I think he will have to do so through conventional means. That requires skill, opportunity, and time. I will assume he has the first, I will give him the second, and I will deny him the third.' There. Hopefully, he sounded like the self-confident Karsite envoy. He certainly didn't feel like the self- confident Karsite envoy.

Kerowyn continued to gnaw her lower lip. 'I like it, and I don't like it at all,' she said finally. 'I don't like it, because it puts you in so much danger, Karal. I like it, because it has a good chance of winkling out our agent. I wouldn't ask it of you, but if you are volunteering—'

:As am I,: Altra said, for Karal's benefit alone. :You were right in thinking that I can roam the corridors with you and protect you. I shall do better this time.:

'I am,' Karal said firmly. 'What is more, I am ready now.'

'Well I'm not—or rather, my men aren't.' Kerowyn reached over and patted his knee. 'Give me a chance to get set up, say, after dinner. Don't come to formal dinner; that will make it look as if there might be trouble with the Alliance. Then come on over and roam to your heart's content. Among other things, you can reassure some of our own people that things haven't deteriorated to the point of war quite yet.'

Karal sat back and let them discuss the weapon itself; they were mages, he was not, and what they had found did not mean a great deal to him. At least he could do something now, though. That helped, a little.

Only a little, but it was a beginning.

In the evenings, after formal dinner, Ulrich had often strolled in the gardens with the rest of the courtiers. During inclement weather, the same leisurely strolls took place in the hallways and the small informal audience chambers. The weather was barely warm enough for both to be in use, so Karal resigned himself to a long evening with a great deal of walking.

Most of the Valdemarans did not seem to know quite how to treat him—he had been the insignificant secretary, and now he was the only Karsite representative at Court, and he had dressed to reflect that rise in position, though the velvets were too warm for the indoor venue and not warm enough for the gardens. Most of the courtiers eventually opted for brief and uncomfortable expressions of regret and condolence, approaching him, making graceful but painful short speeches, and scuttling away again.

For the first few marks, no one even mentioned the fate of the Alliance, and as Karal alternately sweated and shivered, he began to wonder if this had been a fool's errand.

The first person who did was the Seneschal, a situation so absurd that Karal almost burst into hysterical laughter. The only ones that were privy to Karal's little ruse were the mages; Prince Daren had decided that it would be better not to let any of the Councillors in on the subterfuge, on the grounds that they were very bad actors, and would probably give the whole thing away. The Seneschal was pathetically transparent in his attempts