'Didn't know he had it in him.' Cook winked.
Hiding her alarm, Piro went into the apothecary's dining room. Dunstany had poured himself a wine and was swirling it around in the goblet, watching it intently. She waited, shifting from foot to foot, wondering how she was going to escape this. Surely Soterro was mistaken. The noble scholar was so old, he shouldn't want her in that way.
'You rang, sor,' she said, dipping her head in a servant's bow. 'I mean, m'lord.'
His unreadable black eyes met hers. Then he put his goblet aside. 'You make a pretty page boy, Seela.'
Piro decided she would slit his throat if he laid one hand on her, run straight up to the castle and kill Palatyne, then finish off Cobalt.
At least she'd try.
'Are you feeling better now that you've eaten? Here.' Dunstany poured a second goblet of wine and offered it to her.
She was sure slaves were not offered wine by their Merofynian masters, Rolencian servants never were. Perhaps it only happened when their masters wanted to use their bodies. Reluctantly, she approached the table and took a single sip, keeping the chair between herself and Dunstany. She put the goblet down.
'Do you know what happened tonight?' he asked, surprising her.
'No, sor.'
He studied her carefully. 'How long have you had Affinity?'
She drew breath to contradict him.
'Don't waste my time denying it. When I tried to influence you up at the castle you overcame the compulsion to serve my will. Only someone with innate Affinity could break my gaze. Then tonight, when I plunged into the Unseen plane, I unwittingly drew on your Affinity. That's why you passed out, weakened by my journey. Why didn't your family gift you to Sylion Abbey?'
Piro licked her lips. 'Me Da died years ago so I was all me Mam had. I had to support her.
'You served Halcyon's healer. Why didn't she notice your Affinity?'
Yes, why not? Piro drew breath, her mind scrambling. 'I hid it. Pretended the best I could do was stitch and mix herbals.'
'A convincing story,' Dunstany said with a half-smile. And Piro wondered just what he meant by that. 'While I was out of my body, did you sense anything? Be aware that I know when you are lying.'
'No, sor.' She was certain he was bluffing. Well, pretty certain.
'Have you ever had visions?'
Piro debated how much she should reveal. She longed for reassurance and, for a renegade Affinity Power- worker, the noble scholar seemed honourable. 'Before the overlord attacked I had bad dreams, sor. Wyverns running through the castle.' Her throat closed as she recalled her father refusing to heed her warnings. She blinked back tears.
'Most distressing,' he agreed. 'If you have any more visions let me know. They are triggered by nexus points in the possible future paths… I see you don't understand. One day perhaps.'
'They say Affinity leaves you open to evil unless you have an abbey's protection,' Piro whispered.
'Evil cannot touch you while you are with me, Seela. I place protective wards wherever I go.' He slid her goblet towards her. 'Drink up. Did Cook give you something to eat?'
'Yes, thank you.' Piro sipped the wine, looking down into the goblet, watching the dark liquid glint in the candlelight. After everything that had happened today, she just wanted to curl up and sleep.
Piro's heart gave a little double beat of surprise, as she realised Dunstany was trying to trick her again. It was not a frontal attack like up at the castle, but a more subtle strike.
Staring into her goblet, she concentrated on resisting the dreamy sensation. The knife felt heavy in her sleeve. Could Dunstany see the outline? She let her left arm drop from the goblet so that the full over-sleeve fell down covering the inner woollen sleeve. Still the knife weighed on her thoughts.
'Is there something you wish to tell me?' Dunstany asked softly.
An answer almost tripped off her unwary tongue, but she managed to shake her head.
He stood up with a sigh, calling for Soterro. The servant hurried in, standing stiffly to hide the amount of wine he had drunk.
'Lock Seela in her room. I'm making you responsible for her. If she runs away I'll take it out on your hide. Understand?'
Soterro glowered at Piro. 'She hasn't done the washing up, yet.'
'Grysha can do it.' Lord Dunstany frowned at Piro who tried to look innocent. 'You can give it back now.'
She held out the goblet.
'No. The knife.'
Heat raced up her cheeks. Shamed at being caught out, she avoided Dunstany's eyes as she slid the knife from her sleeve and offered it hilt-first to him.
Soterro cursed.
'Just so.' Dunstany smiled as he gave Soterro the knife. 'Return this to Cook and tell him to be more careful. This slave might look as innocent as a newborn lamb, but you mustn't take your eyes off her for a moment.'
Soterro grabbed Piro's arm and dragged her into the kitchen where Cook was tipping the last of the wine into his mug.
'Here.' Soterro tossed the knife. It clattered on the table. 'She had it hidden.'
Grysha's eyes widened. Piro was tempted to hiss at him, but she wasn't supposed to have understood the cook's reference to her as a kitten.
Cook caught Piro's arm, turning her around to face him. Sweat glistened on his upper lip and bald pate, and his jowls shook with anger. 'What were you planning, girlie? Whatever it was it would do no good. Our master places protective spells wherever we go. No chance of you slipping into his bedroom and slitting his throat while he sleeps!'
'No chance of her doing it to us, either. She'll be locked up,' Soterro muttered with satisfaction.
He took a candle to light the stairs to the attic, grumbling all the way. 'Lord Dunstany's a good master, better than most. But he's a sharp one. No chance of pocketing his valuables or selling off his wine!' He unlocked the door. 'In you go.'
'Can I have another blanket? It's cold up here.'
He snorted, closed the door and locked it, leaving Piro in the dark. She dressed in all the clothes she had and climbed into the bunk, pulling the covers up. So much had happened she was sure she'd never sleep. Soterro was right, Lord Dunstany was too clever. She had to escape him before he guessed who she was. It had been close tonight.
But Byren was alive!
She hugged the knowledge to herself, letting it warm her to the core. If only Fyn was safe. Tomorrow she would escape the noble scholar and go looking for her brothers.
That reminded her. Lence must be dead, that was why they referred to Byren as kingsheir. In fact, now that their father was dead, Byren was the uncrowned king.
Tears stung Piro's eyes, and she gave in to them at last. When the sobs no longer shook her, she sang the chants to Halcyon to lay her mother, father and eldest brother to rest. The goddess would care for them in her Sacred Heart.
But it was Sylion she prayed to next, for the cruel god of winter understood revenge.
Chapter Fifteen
Byren lifted his head, roused by someone turning his clothes on the chair before the fireplace. They left before he could gather his wits. Through the frosted panes of the small window, he heard someone in the yard outside talking gently as they eased the pony into the sled shafts.
The dyer was preparing to run for the mountains. Byren knew they should leave him behind. He'd slow them down, and they'd be executed if they were caught with him. He didn't want to fail these people as well.
