Thorandas, I suppose, but then, I’m a Sothoii. We’re not supposed to be subtle.
“Sorry,” he said out loud and bought a moment by taking another bite of scone, chewing, and swallowing. He washed the mouthful down with another sip of tea and smiled a bit crookedly at her. “It’s just that the summer session of the Council was a lot worse than usual this year.”
“Tellian and his canal, I suppose?” Myacha shook her head, her eyes darkening despite the sunlight.
“And Cassan and Yeraghor’s plans for strangling it in its cradle,” Brayahs agreed. He shrugged. “I suppose I understand their positionI’d certainly be worried if I were a baron and one of the other barons was about to gain such a decisive advantage. Especially if I’d gone as far out of my way to piss him off as Cassan has where Tellian is concerned. I mean, it may be unreasonable of me, but I’d think trying to have someone murdered might constitute a legitimate reason for him to be less than fond of the fellow who did it.”
It was a mark of his comfort with Myacha-and of his respect for her-that he permitted himself to speak to her so frankly, and she rewarded him with a faint-very faint-smile. It was brief-lived, though.
“Borandas says Thorandas’ reports suggest the King is going to grant Tellian his charter,” she said, her tone making the statement a question, and he nodded.
“That was the rumor running around court,” he confirmed. “And my own reading of the situation suggests it was probably accurate. It makes too much sense from the perspective of the Kingdom as a whole for Markhos not to approve it, frankly. And, for that matter, there isn’t any way he could stop the canal portions of it even if he wanted to, since they run across hradani lands and then down the Hangnysti without ever going near the Wind Plain. Bahnak of Hurgrum is going to drive this project through, one way or the other, so it only makes sense for the King to give it his blessings and participate in it. If nothing else, that should put him in the best position to have at least some influence on how the whole thing operates. Not to mention providing a very nice addition to the Crown’s revenues!”
“I can see where that would make sense,” Myacha said after a moment. “Thorandas seems less convinced it will be good for the North Riding, though.” Brayahs looked a question at her, and she shrugged. “You know he’s never been happy about Tellian’s dealings with the hradani in the first place, Brayahs! Part of that’s hardheaded pragmatism and the memory of how much blood we’ve shed on hradani swords over the centuries, but another part of it-and a bigger one, to be honest-is plain old-fashioned bigotry.” The baroness smiled with an edge of unhappy humor. “He’s been fairly careful about how he’s allowed himself to phrase it in front of me, but these rumors about Leeana Bowmaster and Prince Bahzell haven’t exactly made him deliriously happy, you know.”
“No, I can believe that.”
Brayahs grimaced and reached for his fork. He cut a neat forkful from the omelette before him and chewed slowly, remembering his conversation with Bahzell Bahnakson and Brandark Brandarkson in Sothofalas. A mage learned to trust his instincts where another’s character was concerned, and even if he hadn’t, he was talking about a champion of Tomanak, after all.
“That’s not the only reason he’s worried about Tellian, though,” Myacha continued. “And from a logical perspective, I have to admit he’s got a point. Tellian’s already the most powerful and influential member of the Great Council. If he succeeds in getting his charter, his ascendancy’s only going to become greater. And as the West Riding becomes more dominant-”
“-all the other ridings lose ground, whether they’ve done anything specifically to piss him off like Cassan or not,” Brayahs concluded for her.
“Exactly.” Myacha picked up a jeweled butter knife and toyed with it, the cut gems sparkling in the sunlight. “As I say, he has a point. But I’m still-”
She cut herself off abruptly, and Brayahs looked at her speculatively. He didn’t need his mage talents to sense her unhappiness. Nor was he unaware of the reason she’d stopped so suddenly, and he felt a surge of sympathy for her position. Much as she had to know Borandas loved her, there was still an inevitable awkwardness whenever she might find herself in disagreement with her husband’s son.
“The North Riding’s policy is for Borandas to determine,” he said, after a moment, “and Thorandas is his logical advisor, not to mention his heir. For that matter, I’m officially in the King’s service now, and that means I have a tendency to look at these things from the Crown’s perspective. Borandas would have to take that into consideration when the time came to think about any advice I might have for him. Having said that, however,” he looked directly into her eyes, “I can’t escape the feeling that having Cassan in a position of ascendancy would be far worse for the Kingdom- and the North Riding-than having someone like Tellian there.”
“I know. I know.” Myacha put down the butter knife and reached for her chocolate cup again, but she didn’t drink from it. She only held it cradled between her palms, as if for warmth, and her expression was worried. “And I think Borandas feels the same way. In fact, up until a few weeks ago, I was certain he did. To be honest, I’m still certain he felt that way…then.”
“Oh?”
Brayahs wanted desperately to push for more information, but he wasn’t about to ask her to violate her husband’s confidence, so he kept his voice as close to merely politely interested as he could. Unfortunately, Myacha knew him as well as he knew her, and she laughed harshly.
“Borandas has asked my opinion, and I’ve given it to him,” she said. “In most ways, that’s that, as far as I’m concerned. But…but he doesn’t seem truly at ease in his own mind over this, Brayahs. I think…I think his instincts and his reason aren’t in full agreement. And I think this betrothal between Thorandas and Shairnayith Axehammer worries him more than he’s prepared to admit even to himself.”
“I haven’t spoken to him about any of this myself, yet,” Brayahs said slowly. “I know he’s going to want my impressions of the summer session, and I’ll give them to him, of course. But he is Baron Halthan. When it comes down to it, the decision’s his, and in fairness, I don’t remember the last time I saw him make a hasty judgment when it was something this important. I may not always have agreed with his logic, or even the decision he ultimately reached, but he’s a good man, your husband, Myacha. He takes his responsibilities seriously.”
“I know.” Myacha blinked, her amethyst eyes bright with unshed tears, and inhaled deeply. “I know. But… there’s something odd going on, Brayahs. Something that…worries me.”
“Odd?” Brayahs repeated. That wasn’t a word he was accustomed to hearing from Myacha. Nor was the youthful baroness in the habit of jumping at shadows or seeing “odd” things that weren’t actually there. “What do you mean, ‘odd’?”
“It’s just…”
Myacha stared down into her cup for several seconds. Brayahs could almost physically feel her tension across the table, although he couldn’t begin to put his mental finger on its cause. It was certainly more than any simple concern over her husband’s peace of mind, however; that much was obvious.
“I’m worried about Sir Dahlnar,” she said finally.
“About Dahlnar?”
Sheer surprise at the sudden shift in direction startled the question out of Brayahs, and her eyes lifted from the inside of her cup to his face. He looked back at her for a second or two, then shook himself.
“I’m sorry. You just…surprised me.” He smiled wryly. “Dahlnar Bronzehelm has to be one of the most levelheaded men I’ve ever known.”
“I agree,” she said softly. “But something’s…changed, Brayahs. Last winter, even earlier this spring, he was consistently urging Borandas to be wary of Cassan. And Yeraghor, of course, but mostly of Cassan. In fact, I remember Borandas saying to me that Sir Dahlnar had told him Cassan had to be growing desperate over Tellian’s growing successes, and that desperate men made dangerous allies.”
“I can believe that,” Brayahs said. In fact, he could almost hear Bronzehelm saying those very words, just as he’d given similarly astute advice so often in the past.
“Well, he’s changed his mind,” Myacha said flatly. “He’s actually in favor of Thorandas’ betrothal, despite how closely that’s going to bind the North Riding to the South. And he completely agrees with Thorandas’ concerns over Tellian’s growing power base. In fact, I think he’s even more concerned about it than Thorandas is, and he’s entirely ready to support Cassan-tactically at least-as a means of slowing Tellian down.”
Brayahs blinked in astonishment. That sort of shift in position, especially in such a brief period, was very unlike Dahlnar Bronzehelm. The seneschal was almost maddeningly deliberate and analytical. That was exactly what made him so valuable to Borandas. So unless he’d become aware of something Brayahs had seen no indication at all of from Sothofalas, why would he have-?
“You’re not suggesting Cassan’s influenced him,” he said, and it wasn’t a question.
