Chapter Seven
Two days later, they reached the city of Jondar, capital of Jashimari lands. Kerrion's hooded form drew curious stares from the populace as they rode through the crowded streets. Blade opened the neck of his tunic to display the tattoo at the base of his throat, well known as the mark of an assassin, which deflected any curious enquiries. It was rare to see an assassin abroad in public, even more uncommon in daylight and displaying his mark, which, in itself, aroused some unwelcome curiosity, and loitering city guards eyed the passing pair.
At the palace gates, two sentries crossed their spears in front of Blade's horse and forced him to stop, then demanded his business.
'I am the assassin Blade, returning from the front on the Queen's business, with a prisoner,' he informed them.
The men studied him, noted the tattoo and stepped aside, grounding their spears. Blade urged his tired mount forward as one of the soldiers signalled to the men who manned the massive gates. The gilded barrier was pulled open, and he rode into the forecourt of the Queen's palace. Grooms ran up to take the horses, and Blade dragged the hooded Prince down. More guards approached, offering to take the prisoner, but Blade declined, leading Kerrion towards the palace, and four guards fell into step with him.
In the audience chamber, he was told to wait, and he removed Kerrion's hood, allowing the Prince his first sight of the gold-sheathed walls of Queen Minna-Satu's palace. Kerrion glanced about without betraying any expression, soon losing interest in his surroundings and turning to the assassin.
'Am I to be taken to the Queen in this state?' He glanced down at his travel-stained clothes.
'There is no need to primp yourself, Prince, I am sure she does not care what you look like.'
'I thought perhaps she was unused to dealing with dirty, unshaven men who stink of horse and sweat. Does she keep such company then?'
'Insult the Queen at your peril. I will add a few bloodstains to your attire if you persist.'
'You do not present yourself in such a state,' the Prince pointed out, his gaze raking Blade's clean leather clothes and glossy hair. The assassin had bathed in a stream the previous evening, disdaining the cold to wash the mud and stink from himself and his clothes.
'No,' Blade agreed, 'I am not a prisoner.'
'If you seek to humiliate me, your effort is wasted, since my filth is through no fault of mine. Your queen is more likely to be offended by such dirt in her presence.'
Blade frowned, but before he could reply, Chief Advisor Chiana entered the chamber and approached them, her steps echoing in the pillared room. Kerrion glanced at the assassin, but Blade took no notice of his curious look as Chiana stopped before him.
'Welcome, assassin. The Queen is eager to see you and your… prisoner. You are to come immediately into her presence.'
Chiana led the way to the small door through which she had entered, and Blade tugged the Prince after him, the guards following. At the entrance to the Queen's private sitting room, the group paused while the guards secured Kerrion's hands behind his back. Blade smiled at his sullen expression, daring him to protest this further insult, but the Prince ignored his mockery.
Queen Minna-Satu paced her chamber. Chiana's news that the assassin had returned with a prisoner filled her with nervous excitement. She plucked at her long, peacock-blue silk skirt, dissatisfied with it now. Her blouse's silver embroidery glinted under the sheath of fine golden chain mail that covered her from neck to mid-thigh. In the few minutes she had taken to prepare, her maids had dressed her hair and adorned it with golden chains and jewel-tipped pins.
Strings of pearls adorned her neck, and thin golden bangles slithered on her arms. For the umpteenth time she peered into the mirror, examining her flushed face with deep discontent, then swung away to pace about again. Her heart thumped, and she could not say whether it was the prospect of meeting the Cotti Prince or seeing Blade again that made her so anxious.
'Do pay attention, Shista,' she berated the sleepy cat. 'Get up. Sit beside me and look fearsome.'
The sand cat raised her head and cast her friend a disbelieving glance, her ears twitching.
'Come on,' Minna insisted, 'sit by me.'
Had the cat been able to talk, she might have pointed out that it was hard to sit beside someone who was pacing the room. Instead, she flopped back down with a sigh. Minna flung a cushion at her, then turned, patting her hair, as the doors opened. Chiana prostrated herself, and rose at the Queen's gesture.
'They wait outside, My Queen. Shall I show them in?'
'Yes. At once.'
The chief advisor reopened the doors and stood aside as Blade entered, towing a dishevelled man by a leather thong. Four soldiers hesitated on the threshold, and Minna waved them away, refusing them entry. Chiana closed the doors and stood with her back to them, watching the men.
The assassin approached to within a few paces, then dropped to one knee and bowed his head. 'My Queen.'
'Get up.' Minna glared past him at the dirty man who had not so much as inclined his head.
The assassin rose in a fluid motion and turned to his prisoner. With a swift movement that defied the eye to follow it, he forced the chained man to his knees and pushed his head down until his forehead touched the floor, ignoring his struggles.
'You will bow to the Queen, Cotti.'
Minna watched the Prince struggle, then nodded. 'Let him up.'
Blade stepped back, and Kerrion jumped up, his face flushed with anger. 'This is an outrage! I am no common criminal to be treated in such a fashion!'
Blade punched the Prince in the solar plexus, making him double over with a grunt.
Minna wound a string of pearls around her finger as she studied the captive. Kerrion glared first at the assassin, then at her with equal ferocity. He was taller and more heavily built than Blade. His pale hair hung in dirty locks around his furious, bearded visage, and his once fine clothes were torn and smeared with mud.
'That is enough, Blade,' Minna remonstrated. 'He is a prince, though he does not look, nor smell like one.' She wrinkled her nose.
Kerrion glowered at the assassin. 'I should have been treated better than this. I should have been allowed to wash before meeting you, Queen Minna-Satu. I have not been accorded the right of my rank.'
Blade snarled, 'You have no permission to speak, prisoner.'
'And rightly so,' Minna assured the Prince. 'You are my prisoner, and subject to my whims. Do you think I would have been content to wait while you bathed? Do you have no idea of protocol?'
'Then I make no apology for my state. I have been kidnapped from my father's camp and dragged through your land for three tendays without once being offered a bath or clean clothes. Even though we are enemies and I your prisoner, I deserve to be treated according to my rank. If it was you who were my prisoner, rest assured, I would not insult you in this fashion.'
The ferocity of his outburst surprised Queen Minna-Satu, and she glanced around as Shista stood up and wandered over. She rubbed against Blade's legs and purred, then sniffed Kerrion, her purr fading. Wrinkling her nose, she gave a huge sneeze, then studied him with her tail twitching before returning to her cushions and flopping down amongst them.
Minna beckoned to Chiana, who came forward. 'Take the prisoner away and have him washed and given clean clothes. I will speak to the assassin alone.'
Chiana went to the doors and ordered two guards to bring the Prince, then followed the men as they marched Kerrion away. As soon as the double doors had closed behind them, the Queen sank down on her cushions and signalled for Blade to do the same. A maiden entered with a tray of aromatic tea and sweet cakes, leaving the moment she had deposited her burden.
Minna leant forward to take a cup. 'Have some.'
The assassin took a cup and sipped it. Although he hid his dislike behind a bland expression, she had the
