Elvenborn

his mind that for her, it did—then Lady Triana had come armed to the teeth. Nothing about her costume was excessive, there was nothing about it that any other lady could take exception to—except that the flesh-colored silk of her gown, though it covered her lit­erally from neck to knee, could not have revealed more of her unless she'd been stark naked. But the effect was oh! so subtle; the silk was heavy, not thin, and her charms were disclosed by imperceptible degrees as she moved. The color contributed to the effect, and knowing what he knew now about the lady, Kyrt­ian couldn't help but admire her tactical expertise on her own battlefield.

That did not, however, mean he intended to fall victim to it.

He half-bowed to all three ladies, then took a step forward and made a more formal bow over Triana's hand. 'Lady Triana, I have heard a great deal in praise of you,' he said, keeping the irony out of his voice.

'Likewise, Lord Kyrtian,' she replied. 'Most especially from my friend, Lord Kyndreth. So much so that when I heard you were here with Lady Morthena, I thought I would trespass on her hospitality and come to see you myself.'

Very nice. Drop Kyndreth's name so that I know I can't just dismiss you out of hand, then turn on your charm. She was cer­tainly doing all of that, and the amazing part was that it was not at all blatant. If he'd been the naive fellow he was when he'd first taken on command of the army, he probably would have fallen directly for her. Kyrtian had always been inclined to give people the benefit of the doubt until he met them himself; if he'd done that with Triana he would have been certain that she could not be as bad as she'd been painted.

So, let me think, what should my reaction be? He really didn't want very much except to see the back of her; he doubted that there was very much he could learn from her, and frankly, there was far too much that she could learn from, or about him if she stayed very long. 'I do hope that I am not a bitter disap­pointment to you, but I fear that most people find me quite bor­ing,' he said bluntly. 'And they generally tell me so to my face. I don't cultivate any interests outside of the battlefield, my lady, and at the moment, I can't afford to.'

That took her aback for a moment; he watched her as she tried to think of something flattering to say that wouldn't sound like flattery. 'Well, since I haven't heard you speak more than a few sentences, I'm not in any position to judge!' she replied, with a throaty laugh that probably stole the breath of many an impressionable lad.

'It won't take you very long to verify,' was his reply, brusque to the point of rudeness. Then he was saved from fur­ther pleasantries by the servant come to announce dinner—to which, of course, Triana was of necessity invited. She would have to stay the night as well, since she had come the way any

uninvited guest would have—overland, from the nearest point to which she had a Portal key. Possibly Kyndreth himself had gotten her as far as the army camp, which was quite near enough for an easy day's ride. If she was on any kind of terms with Kyndreth, he would have found that an easy thing to do.

Which meant that it could be Kyndreth, and not Aelmarkin, that she was working with.

Or both. Given what the Elvenbane had told him about Kyn­dreth, there was very little doubt in his mind that the moment his erstwhile benefactor saw him as a possible rival, he would be eliminated—and that, of course, played right into Ael-markin's plans. So, it didn't matter whether she was working for his cousin or the Great Lord, what he had to do was to paint himself as utterly unlikely to engage in politics—the bluff sol­dier, happiest when on the battlefield.

Very well; now he had his course of action. Moth had or­dered dinner in an intimate setting; that suited him very well. Over the course of the meal, he worked hard to establish him­self as a monomaniac, obsessed with war and tactics prima­rily—and secondarily with discovering the whereabouts of his father, or at least, his father's fate. Every hint that he might— once the Council had decided they needed his services as a commander no longer—seek a Council seat was rebuffed. 'Never!' he said at last when she stopped hinting and sug­gested it outright. 'It'd drive me mad in a day. I'd rather take up flower-sculpting! At least the flowers wouldn't argue with me!' And that was very much to Triana's surprise, though interest­ingly enough, not to her discomfiture. In fact, once he estab­lished that course, she encouraged it.

'In that case—well, your training methods certainly work wonders with the gladiatorial slaves,' she said smoothly. 'Per­haps, if you aren't interested in breeding them yourself, you could establish a training school in concert with a breeder.'

'I might.' Then he threw her another mental puzzle to chew on. 'Of course,' he continued pompously, 'as long as those wretched Wizards are in existence, the Council will require the army to exterminate them, and they'll need me to lead that

army. They may have been clever tacticians compared to— well, I won't mention names—but I'm better.'

Thanks to Lashana, he knew what she didn't—that two long-held Elvenlords had just been turned loose in the vicinity of Lord Cheynar's estate, with false memories of being held by a second, entirely unknown group of Wizards hidden in the strange hills and forests somewhere near there. He knew that once the Coun­cil learned of these specious Wizards so near them, there would be panic. And he would be called on to find them.

Especially if Triana brought word of his hubris to Kyndreth or Aelmarkin or both. For Kyndreth, sending him on a hunt for these Wizards was a winning strategy all around. If they de­feated him, he would almost certainly die—in the past the Wiz­ards had made killing the Elven commanders a key part of their strategy, and that wasn't likely to change. If he defeated them, Kyndreth would get the credit, and he could be deflected back into the hunt for his father's fate. For Aelmarkin, well, doubt­less his cousin would hope for his defeat, and bide his time.

When Kyndreth heard his plan for finding the imaginary Wizards, he'd be doubly pleased....

'Pardon, my lord,' said one of Moth's 'slaves' in as formal and stiff a manner as even the most protocol- obsessed Elven-lord could have wished, 'but the matter you wished to attend to—the slaves you requested have been brought, and are await­ing your pleasure.'

The lad almost gave himself away; Kyrtian caught the twin­kle in his eye, but his own sober expression, only barely light­ened with dour pleasure, kept the liveried servant from losing his composure. 'I beg your pardon, my lady,' he said to Triana, 'but I had arranged for a certain matter to be dealt with at din­ner this evening, and I didn't think to cancel my orders. I am sure you won't mind my attending to it.'

'What—a chastisement?' For just a moment there was an avidity in her eyes that made him sick. Thank the Ancestors I was warned against her—

'No, my lady—a reward, actually.' He turned to Moth's slave, stiff in his formal livery. 'Have them brought in.'

The lad bowed; a moment later, in came Gel, escorted by two of the fighters, followed by Rennati, escorted by a pair of Moth's handmaidens. All humans, of course—

Kyrtian allowed himself a smile. 'Sargeant Gel,' he said, in the most overbearing manner possible, 'you have distinguished yourself in my service for years, but in this campaign against the rebels, you truly have outshone any other slave in my pos­session. I am loath to lose you; however, I am even more loath to lose such a patently excellent bloodline. I have decided to re­tire you—and to ensure that your line continues, and provides me with more outstanding fighters and tacticians in the future, I am presenting you with this handsome wench as your mate.' He gestured, and the two handmaidens ushered Rennati for­ward. The poor child was blushing furiously, casting her eyes down. Gel had managed to contrive an expression of utter dumbfoundedness. 'She's quite a little athlete in her own right—' he laughed coarsely '—which should complement your own attributes, and I'm sure that providing me with more of your stock will be a pleasure to you,