she said. 'They've certainly been keeping us cooling our heels long enough.
At this rate, that ceremony of theirs won't be over until dark.' Elspeth wondered why she was so impatient- the Companions weren't the ones being sworn in, even though they wouldn't be permitted in the Vale until the Heralds were. Evidently, by common consensus, the Tayledras regarded the Companions as creatures that simply didn't require oaths to hold them.
Hmm. That requires thought. Do they think Gwena is some kind of Avatar herself? The idea was kind of funny. If they ever listened to her moaning and griping they'd soon lose that particular Illusion! I rather doubt Gwena's hiding that kind of secret.
Not that she hadn't been hiding other kinds of secrets. This 'plan' for Elspeth's future that the Companions had been plotting, for one.
And there were others...Shortly after Nyara had vanished, taking Need with her, Elspeth noticed that Gwena was missing. Worried about her-since Gwena had been injured in the fight with Falconsbane's mage-beasts-she had tried to find her Companion, and when she failed, tried to Mindtouch her.
When that failed, she had been alarmed and had gone looking for her.
Gwena had been perfectly all right-but she'd been locked in a self-induced trance, shielded even against the prying of Elspeth's thoughts.
And when she'd come out of it, she'd been very unhappy to find her Chosen standing there, tapping her foot impatiently, waiting for an answer.
Under pressure from both Elspeth and Skif, she reluctantly admitted that she had been in contact with another Companion in Valdemar all during this journey. Elspeth had expected that Companion to be her mother's- and had been both surprised and relieved to find that it was actually Rolan, the Companion of the Queen's Own Herald, Talia.
Then she had been annoyed, though she hadn't made much of an issue about it. She hadn't known that Companions could relay messages that far-and so far as she was aware, no one knew that little fact. Was it just Gwena and Rolan, or could others do it, too) One way or the other, it was one more thing that the Companions had been hiding. So how much more could they do that they hadn't revealed?
Gwena had said crossly that Elspeth should have expected that 'arrangements would be made.' And Elspeth had been forced to agree.
After all, she was the Heir, and she'd been allowed to go haring off into the unknown with only one Herald to guard her back. For all that she'd managed to get complete agreement from the Council and Heraldic Circle, it was still rather irresponsible. If Queen Selenay had not had a way to get news about her errant offspring, she'd likely have had strong hysterics before a month was out. Especially after Elspeth departed from the agreed-upon itinerary, and 'vanished' into the Dhorisha Plains.
Still, she hadn't much liked the idea that little reports on her progress were being sent back home, as if she was some kind of child on her first outing without Mama.
On the other hand, Gwena had told them, when Elspeth pressed her for exactly what she'd been telling Rolan, that the 'reports' she'd been sending Rolan were edited. 'Heavily edited,' in fact, was what the Companion had said, rather glumly. Which was just as well. If Selenay had the smallest inkling just how much danger Elspeth and Skif had gotten themselves into-She'd have found a way to haul me back, that's what she'd have done, and Plunked me down in nice safe embroidery classes for the rest of my natural life.
How could she possibly explain to her mother that ever since she'd started on this trip-even before she'd started-she'd had the feeling that the Crown wasn't something she was ever going to wear? Even if she had tried to tell her, Selenay would have taken it the wrong way; she'd have been sure that Elspeth had some premonition of doom, and there she'd be in embroidery class again away from all possibility of danger.
What an awful idea.
And it wasn't a premonition of 'doom,' or anything like one. It was just the feeling that she was never going to rule. That one of the twins was going to have the throne, and the other The other would be King's Own. Not a bad arrangement , since they aren't at all alike. Wouldn't be the first time that sibs were Monarch and Monarch's Own.
Her fate was something else entirely-though what, she hadn't the faintest notion. Even though her conscience bothered her now that she was so far away from home, she'd been doing some useful work) assigned to Kerowyn and the Skybolts. And, though she would never have believed it when she left Haven, she was homesick.
She kept telling herself that there wasn't much she had been doing that couldn't be done by Talia and Daren... and that though she wasn't a Foreseer, she'd never been wrong when she got really strong feelings about something. There was something she had to do, and it was tied up with learning magic.
She'd said as much to Gwena, who'd agreed with her. 'Even though you aren't following the course we'd planned for you,' she'd added.
Too bad. So I'm a stubborn bitch. I do things my way, or not at all, and if Mother, Gwena, and Rolan don't like it, I'm not at all sorry. So there.
Nyah, nyah. She grinned to herself at her own childish thought. Really, it was a very good thing that the messages were going through Rolan to Talia and only then to Selenay. Rolan had more of a sense of humor than Gwena-and a little more tolerance. And Talia knew her former charge very well indeed. Further, Talia had told Elspeth privately that she thought the Queen was reacting like most mothers to the evidences of her daughter growing up and developing a mind of her own.
Badly.
Oh, not as badly as she could have, but all things considered, it was much better for Elspeth to be off beyond Mama's reach for a while. By the time she returned, it might be possible for Queen Selenay to admit that her daughter wasn't a foolish, headstrong, stupid child anymore.
I've managed to acquire a little sense, anyway...'Gather yourself, my dear,' Gwena Mindspoke, interrupting her thoughts. 'They're coming for you. Finally.'
Elspeth glanced out of the corner of her eye at Skif and Tre'valen.
Skif looked as if he were concentrating on every word that the Hawkbrother called Iceshadow spoke.
