Elantris

'She thinks she can save face by speaking in other languages,' Lukel said. 'As if that proves that she's actually more intelligent than the rest of the world.'

With that, the torrent of words from the small blond girl's mouth changed directions. With a start, Sarene realized Kaise was now muttering in Fjordell. Kaise wasn't done, however: she topped of the tirade with a brief, but biting, accusation in what sounded like Duladen.

'How many languages does she speak?' Sarene asked in amazement.

'Oh, four or five, unless she's learned a new one while I wasn't looking,' Lukel said. 'Though she's going to have to stop soon. Svordish scientists claim that the human mind can only maintain six languages before it starts to jumble them.'

'It's one of Iittle Kaise's life quests to prove them wrong,' Kiin explained in his deep, scratchy voice. 'That. and to eat every morsel of food to be found in all of Arelon.'

Kaise stuck out her chin at her father with a dismissive sniff, then turned back to her meal.

'They're both so… well informed,' Sarene said with surprise.

'Don't be too impressed,' Lukel said. 'Their tutors have been covering art history lately, and the two of them have been working hard to prove they can outdo one another.'

'Even so.' Sarene said.

Kaise, still displeased at her loss, mumbled something over her meal. 'What was that?' Kiin asked with a firm tone.

'I said, 'If the prince were here. he would have listened to me.' He always took my side.'

'He just sounded like he was agreeing with you.' Daorn said. 'That is called sarcasm, Kaise.'

Kaise stuck out her tongue at her brother. 'He thought I was beautiful, and he loved me. He was waiting for me to grow up so he could marry me. Then I would be queen, and I'd throw you all in the dungeon until you admitted that I was right.'

'He wouldn't have married you, stupid,' Daorn said with a scowl. 'He married Sarene.'

Kiin must have noticed the way Sarene's face fell when the prince's name came up, for he quickly hushed the two children with hard looks. However, the damage had been done. The more she learned of him, the more Sarene remembered the prince's soft, encouraging voice traveling hundreds of miles through the Seon to speak with her. She thought of the rambling way his letters told her of life in Arelon. explaining how he was preparing a place for her. She had been so excited to meet him that she had decided to leave Teod a week early. Not early enough, apparently.

Perhaps she should have listened to her father. He had been hesitant to agree to the marriage, even though he knew Teod needed a solid alliance with the new Arelish government. Though the two countries were descendants of the same

racial and cultural heritage, there had been little contact between Teod and AreIon during the last decade. The uprisings after the Reod threatened anyone associated with the Elantrians-and that certainly included the Teoish royalty. But with Fjorden pushing the boundaries of its influence again-this time instigating the collapse of the Duladen Republic-it became obvious that Teod needed to either reacquaint itself with its ancient ally, or face Wyrn's hordes alone.

And so Sarene had suggested the marriage. Her father had objected at first, but then had bowed beneath its utter practicality. There was no stronger bond than that of blood, especially when the marriage involved a crown prince. Never mind that a royal marriage contract forbade Sarene to ever marry again: Raoden was young and strong. They all assumed he would live for decades.

Kiin was talking to her. 'What was that, Uncle?' she asked.

'I just wanted to know if there was anything you wanted to see in Kae. You've been here a couple of days; it's probably time someone gave you a tour. I'm sure Lukel would be happy to show you the sights.'

The thin man raised his hands. 'Sorry, Father. I'd love to show our beautiful eousin around the town. but Jalla and I have to go discuss the purchase of some silk for shipment to Teod.'

'Both of you?' Sarene asked with surprise.

'Of course,' Lukel said, dropping his napkin to the table and rising. 'Jalla's a fierce bargainer.'

'That be the only reason he married me,' the Svorden woman confessed with her thick accent and a slight smile. 'Lukel is a merchant. Profit in everything, even marriage.'

'That's right,' Lukel said with a laugh, taking his wife's hand as she rose. 'The fact that she's brilliant and beautiful didn't even enter into it. Thanks for the meal, Father. It was delicious. Good day, all.'

With that the couple left, staring into each other's eyes as they walked. Their exit was followed by a series of gagging sounds from Daorn. 'Ugh. Father, you should speak to them. They're so dopey-eyed they make it hard to eat.'

'Our dear brother's mind has turned to mush,' Kaise agreed.

'Be patient, children,' Kiin said. 'Lukel has only been married for a month now. Give him a while longer, and he'll turn back to normal.'

'I hope so,' Kaise said. 'He's making me sick.' Of course, she didn't look very sick to Sarene; she was still packing down the food with a vengeance.

Beside Sarene, Adien continued to mumble in his way. He didn't seem to say much, except to quote numbers-that, and the occasional word that sounded a lot like 'Elantris.'

'I would like to see the town, UncIe,' Sarene said, the boy's comments reminding her of something. 'Especially Elantris-I want to know what all of the furor is about.'

Kiin rubbed his chin. 'WeIl.' he said, 'I suppose the twins can show you. They know how to get to Elantris, and it will keep them out of my hair for a little while.'

'Twins?'

Kiin smiled. 'It's Lukel's nickname for them.'

'One we hate,' Daorn said. 'We aren't twins-we don't even look alike.' Sarene studied the two children, with their similar bobs of blond hair and their identical determined expressions, and smiled. 'Not at all,' she agreed.

The wall of Elantris stood over Kae like a disapproving sentry. Walking at its base, Sarene finally realized how truly formidable it was. She had once visited Fjordell, and had been impressed by many of that nation's fortified cities-but even they couldn't compete with Elantris. The wall was so high, its sides so smooth. that it obviously hadn't been crafted by normal human hands. There were enormous. intricate Aons carved into its sides-many of which Sarene didn't recognize, and she liked to consider herself well educated.

The children led her to a massive set of stone stairs that ran up the side of the outer wall. Magnificently carved, with archways and frequent viewing platforms, the stairs themselves were sculpted with a certain regality. There was also a sense of… arrogance about the tiered stairway. It was obviously part of the original Elantris city design, and proved that the massive walls had been constructed not as a means of defense, but as a means of separation. Only people supremely confident in themselves would craft such an amazing fortification, then place a wide set of stairs on the outside, leading up to the top.

That confidence had been proven unjustified, for Elantris had fallen. Yet, Sarene reminded herself, it hadn't been invaders who had claimed the city. but something else. Something not yet understood. The Reod.

Sarene paused along a stone railing about halfway up to the top of the wall, looking out over the city of Kae. The smaller city stood like a little brother to the grand Elantris-it tried so hard to prove its significance. but next to the massive city it couldn't help but seem inferior. Its buildings might have been impressive somewhere else, but they seemed tiny-petty, even when compared with the majesty of Elantris.

Petty or not, Sarene told herself, Kae will have to be my focus. Elantris 's day has passed.

Several little bubbles of light floated along the outside of the wall-some of the first Seons Sarene had seen in the area. She was excited at first, but then remembered the stories. Once, Seons had been unaffected by the Shoad-but that had changed with the fall of Elantris. When a person was taken by the Shaod now, their Seon-if they had one-gained a kind of madness. The Seons by the wall

floated aimlessly, like lost children. She knew without asking that the city was where such maddened Seons gathered, once their masters had fallen.

She looked away from the Seons. nodded to the children, and continued her trek up the enormous set of stairs. Kae would be her focus. true, but she still wanted to see Elantris. There was something about it-its size. its Aons, its reputation-that she had to experience for herself.

As she walked, she was able to reach out and rub her hand across the groove of a carved Aon sculpted into