that had taken place down toward the High Kirs.
Gerin told him the oracular verse the Sibyl at Biton's temple had delivered, how he'd interpreted it, and the role Dagref and Ferdulf had played in fulfilling it. That made Duren give Dagref another sharp look. Dagref looked back with a bland, blank expression he might have stolen from Gerin's face. He wasn't immune to discomfiture, but he got over it in a hurry.
Getting no satisfaction there, Duren turned to Gerin and said, 'By what I have seen and heard of Dagref and what I have seen and heard of Ferdulf, the two of them must be… lively together.'
'And so they are,' Gerin agreed. 'They're pretty bloody lively apart from each other, too.'
'I can see that.' Duren gave Dagref another measuring, speculative stare, which his half brother returned. Duren turned back to the Fox. 'We need to talk, the two of us.'
'The three of us,' Dagref corrected.
Gerin shook his head. 'I need to talk to both of you. I need to do it with each one separately. My mind's not made up about any of these things, and I don't expect it to be any time soon.'
'It should be-I'm your eldest,' Duren said. With no small bitterness, he went on, 'But I'm not your son by Mo- by your wife, who raised me. I can see how that makes a difference.'
'Less than you think,' Gerin answered. 'Selatre has never once pushed me to shove you aside and put him in your place. She knows you' d do well. And I know you'd do well, come to that. I'm also coming to know Dagref would do well, too.'
'If no one shortens him by a head, he would,' Van put in.
'And what will you do?' Duren asked. 'Split the kingdom between us?'
'I couldn't find a better recipe for civil war if I brought a cook up from the City of Elabon,' Gerin said with a shudder. 'Remember the barony north of you that used to be Bevon's, and how all his sons squabbled over it for years? Whatever else I do, I aim to make sure that doesn't happen with or to everything I've spent so long building up.'
'What does that leave, then?' Duren asked. 'What will one of us do if you leave the whole kingdom to the other?'
'It could be that you'd stay content with this barony if Dagref held the kingdom.' Gerin held up a hand before either of his sons could say anything. 'And it could be that Dagref might want to study down in the City of Elabon while you took on the burden-and it is a burden, believe me-of ruling. That would depend on what the Empire decides to do about the northlands, of course.'
'And there's Blestar to figure into all this,' Dagref said. 'He's only a little fellow now, but I was only a little fellow when you went off to take over this holding, Duren.'
'I'd almost forgotten about Blestar,' Duren admitted. 'Not forgotten he was there, but forgotten he could mean something in all this.'
'I hadn't,' Gerin said. 'The gods only know now how he'll turn out when he's a man, though. As a boy, he's better natured than either of the two of you was, not that that's saying much.'
Duren and Dagref joined in giving their father a dirty look. That didn't bother the Fox, who wanted the half brothers as united as they could be: if in annoyance at him, fair enough.
Dagref said, 'Do you really suppose, Father, that the Empire would let me go down to the City of Elabon to study?'
Before Gerin answered that, he let his eyes flick to Maeva for a moment. By her expression, she didn't realize she had a rival in learning, very possibly a rival more dangerous than any woman, no matter how beautiful, no matter how passionate. Gerin smiled a little. If she didn't realize it yet, she would before too long.
And Dagref had asked a good question. The Fox gave it the best answer he could: 'If the Empire decides to take another shot at conquering us, then you won't be able to go south of the High Kirs, no. But the revolt in Sithonia and the drubbing the imperials took up here are liable to make them think twice. My guess is, that's more likely. Crebbig I may never recognize Aragis and me as kings, but I don't think he'll come up and try to knock us over again, either.'
Dagref and Duren both thought that over. Duren said, 'What do you expect from Aragis after this?'
'I hope he'll lick his wounds for a while,' Gerin answered. 'He has plenty of them. He also has plenty of vassals who've seen me, which means they've seen that a man doesn't have to be a bronze-arsed son of a whore to make a proper ruler. If some of them rise up, or if the serfs on Aragis' land decide they've had enough of being squeezed to bits, then Aragis will find he has the same sorts of troubles as Crebbig.'
'You'd weep and wail over that, wouldn't you?' Van said, setting a finger by the side of his nose.
'So I would,' Gerin said dryly. 'I'd weep till my eyes were all red and swollen.' He let out an exaggerated sob. Everyone laughed.
Some time later, after roasted mutton and fresh-baked bread and berry tarts and a good many jacks of ale, Duren waved for Gerin to walk out from the great hall into the court between the outer wall and the castle itself. Darkness had fallen. Tiwaz, a medium-fat crescent, hung low in the southwest; ruddy Elleb, just past first quarter, shone in the south; pale Nothos, nearly full, climbed above the eastern wall. Math would not rise for another hour or two.
Duren said, 'I wish you'd found out more about my mother-either more, or nothing at all.'
'I understand,' Gerin said, setting a hand on his shoulder. 'But we do what we can do, not what we wish we could do. I didn't expect to find out anything at all. I didn't even know her till she spoke, nor she me.' He started to add, Maybe she'll turn up one day, but decided that would do more harm than good. Duren was no doubt thinking it, too, but the gulf between thinking something and saying it yawned wide and deep.
'Now I wish I'd come along with you,' Duren said.
'Maybe it's just as well you weren't there. We've all changed a good deal, these past twenty years. Last time your mother saw you, you were making messes on the floor.' That was not his principal concern. His principal concern was how much damage Elise might do if she turned Duren against him. He still didn't know whether she could, but he still didn't want to find out, either.
'I've changed,' Duren said. 'My mother must have changed, or she wouldn't have gone away from you.'
'Honh!' Gerin said, borrowing the useful not-quite-word from Van.
Before he could add anything to it, Duren went on, 'But you, Father, you've hardly changed at all.'
'You only say that because you're watching me with a son's eyes,' Gerin answered. 'I'm like anybody else. I'm soup in a pot, and the years boil away more and more of the water, so my flavor gets stronger and saltier, the same way my beard keeps right on getting grayer. The longer you live, the more you go about the business of turning into yourself.'
Duren didn't fully follow that. Gerin hadn't expected that he would. Duren said, 'I suppose I'll have to go on as best I can. I don' t see what else I can do. Do you, Father?'
'I don't think there is anything else you can do,' Gerin told him. 'Nothing useful, anyhow: pining away over might-have-beens doesn't help.' He clicked his tongue between his teeth. 'Other thing I'll say is, you're Elise's son, aye, but you're my son, too, or you wouldn't think that way. Remember it.'
'I always do,' Duren answered. Not quite for the first time, Gerin thought that, whatever happened to his kingdom, he'd leave some good behind.
**
Dagref urged the horses up from a walk to a trot. The chariot swung around the curve in the road that brought Fox Keep into sight. ' It's still there, and it's still mine,' Gerin said.
'A lot of people have tried taking it away from you,' Van said. ' You've made 'em all sorry. They mostly know better now.'
'I wish they did,' Gerin said. 'I wish they had for a long time. I'd have lived a more peaceable life if it were so.' Van snorted, a wordless expression of his opinion about what a peaceable life was worth. Gerin ignored him.
The drawbridge swung down over the ditch around the palisade as soon as the folk inside Fox Keep recognized Gerin and the warriors who still accompanied him: those who did not dwell at his keep had already
