'This isn't good,' Sarene agreed. Fjorden had been dogmatic about keeping a presence in Teod. If Ashgress had left, he had gone in response to a personal command from Wyrn. It smelled of their having given up on Teod for good.
'I'm scared, 'Ene.' The words chilled her like nothing else-her father was the strongest man she knew.
'You shouldn't say things like that.'
'Only to you, 'Ene.' Eventeo said. 'I want you to understand how serious the situation is.'
know,' Sarene said. 'I understand. There's a gyorn here in Kae.'
Her father muttered a few curses she had never heard him speak before.
'I think I can handle him, Father,' Sarene said quickly. 'We're keeping our
eyes on one another.'
'Which one is it?'
'His name is Hrathen.'
Her father cursed again, this time even more vehemently. 'Idos Domi, Sarene! Do you know who that is? Hrathen was the gyorn assigned to Duladen the six months before it collapsed.'
'I guessed that was who he was.'
'I want you out of there, Sarene,' Eventeo said. 'That man is dangerous-do you know how many people died in the Duladen revolution? There were tens of thousands of casualties.'
'I know, Father.'
'I'm sending a ship for you-we'll make our stand back here, where no gyorn is welcome.'
'I'm not leaving, Father,' Sarene said resolutely.
'Sarene, be logical.' Eventeo's voice took on the quiet, prodding tone it did every time he wanted her to do something. He usually got his way; he was one of the few who knew how to sway her. 'Everyone knows the Arelish government is a mess. If this gyorn toppled Duladen, then he'll have no trouble doing the same to Arelon. You can't hope to stop him when the entire country is against you.'
'I have to stay, Father, regardless of the situation.'
'What loyalty do you owe them, Sarene?' Eventeo pled. 'A husband you never knew? A people who are not your own?'
'I am the daughter of their king.'
'You are the daughter of a king here as well. What is the difference? Here the people know and respect you.'
'They know me, Father, but respect. Sarene sat back, beginning to feel sick. The old feelings were returning- the feelings that had made her willing to
leave her homeland in the first place, abandoning all she knew in favor of a foreign land.
'I don't understand, 'Ene.' Her father's voice was pained.
Sarene sighed, closing her eyes. 'Oh, Father, you could never see it. To you I was a delight-your beautiful, intelligent daughter. No one would dare tell you what they really thought of me.'
'What are you talking about?' he demanded. now speaking with the voice of a king.
'Father.' Sarene said, 'I am twenty-five years old, and I am blunt, conniving, and ofttimes offensive. You must have noticed that no man ever sought my hand.'
Her father didn't respond for a moment. 'I thought about it.' he finally admitted.
'I was the king's spinster daughter, a shrew no one wanted to touch,' Sarene said. trying-and failing-to keep the bitterness out of her voice. 'Men laughed at me behind my back. No one would dare approach me with romantic intentions, for it was well known that whoever did would be mocked by his peers.'
'I just thought you were independent-that you didn't consider any of them worthy of your time.'
Sarene laughed wryly. 'You love me, Father-no parent wants to admit that his daughter is unattractive. The truth of the matter is, no man wants an intelligent wife.'
'That isn't true.' her father objected immediately. 'Your mother is brilliant.'
'You are an exception, Father, which is why you can't see it. A strong woman is not an asset in this world-not even in Teod, which I always claim is so much more advanced than the continent. It really isn't all that different, Father. They say they give their women more freedom, but there's still the impression that the freedom was theirs to 'give' in the first place.
'In Teod I an unmarried daughter. Here in Arelon, I am a widowed wife. That is an enormous distinetion. As much as I love Teod, I would have to live with the constant knowledge that no one wants me. Here, at least, I can try to convince myself that someone was willing to have me-even if it was for political reasons.'
'We can find you someone else.'
'I don't think so, Father,' Sarene said with a shake of her head, sitting back in her chair. 'Now that Teorn has children, no husband of mine would end up on the throne-which is the only reason anyone in Teod would consider marrying me. No one under Derethi control will consider marriage with a Teo. That only leaves Arelon, where my betrothal contract forbids me from marrying again. No, there is no one for me now, Father. The best I can do is make use of my situation here. At least I can command a measure of respect in Arelon without having to worry about how my actions will affect my future marriageability.'
'I see,' her father said. She could hear the displeasure in his voice.
'Father, do I need to remind you not to worry about me? ' she asked. 'We have much larger problems to deal with.'
can't help worrying about you, Leky Stick. You're my only daughter.'
Sarene shook her head, determined to change the topic before she started crying. Suddenly very ashamed for destroying his idyllic vision of her. Sarene searched for anything she could say that would divert the conversation. 'Uncle Kiin is here in Kae.'
That did it. She heard an intake of breath from the other side of the Seon bond. 'Do not mention his name to me, 'Ene.'
'But-'
'No.'
Sarene sighed. -All right, then, tell me about Fjorden instead. What do you think Wyrn is planning?'
'This time I really have no idea,' Eventeo said, allowing himself to be diverted. 'It must be something massive. Borders are closing to Teoish merchants north and south, and our ambassadors are beginning to disappear. I am very close to calling them home.'
'And your spies?'
'Are vanishing almost as quickly,' her father said. 'I haven't been able to get anyone into the Velding in over a month, and Domi only knows what Wyrn and the gyorns are scheming in there. Sending spies to Fjorden these days is almost the same as sending them to die.'
'But you do it anyway,' Sarene said quietly, understanding the source of the pain in her father's voice.
'I have to. What we find could end up saving thousands, though that doesn't make it any easier. I just wish I could get someone into Dakhor.'
'The monastery?'
'Yes.' Eventeo said. 'We know what the other monasteries do-Rathbore trains assassins, Fjeldor spies, and most of the others simple warriors. Dakhor, however, worries me. I've heard some horrible stories about that monastery-and I can't fathom why anyone, even the Derethi, would do such things.'
'Does it look like Fjorden's massing for war?'
'I can't tell-it doesn't appear so, but who knows. Wyrn could send a multi-nation army in our direction at almost a moment's notice. One small consolation is I don't think he knows we understand that fact. Unfortunately, the knowledge does put me in a difficult position.'
'What do you mean?'
Her father's voice was hesitant. 'If Wyrn declares holy war on us, then it will mean the end of Teod. We can't stand against the united might of the Eastern countries. 'Ene. I will not sit back and watch my people be slaughtered.'
'You would consider surrendering?' Sarene asked with outrage.
'A king's duty is to protect his people. When faced with the choice of conversion or letting my people be destroyed. I think I would have to choose conversion.' 'You would be as spineless as the Jindoeese,' Sarene said.
