Cormyr, Princess Alusair Obarskyr, and the one on the floor as Myrmeen Lhal, the King's Lord of Arabel.
When she was introduced to Aris, Myrmeen's eyes sparkled, showing flecks of gold almost like an elf's.
'I'm a great enthusiast of your work, Master Aris.' She gestured to Rivalen, who was studying the group with a forced smile and said, 'The prince has gifted me with The Descent of the Shadow Army'. I intend to display it prominently in the lobby.'
'It will be an honor,' Aris said with a certain practiced ease. 'I only hope it will do your palace justice.'
'It will make my palace,' she said. 'The way you impart a sense of the army's whirling descent while using the veserab wings to support the enclave is pure magic. But I find a hint of menace in how the riders fan out at the bottom, as though you found the coming of the Shadovar just a little frightening.'
'You are very perceptive, Milady.' Aris glanced in Rivalen's direction, then added, 'Were I to do the same sculpture today, there would be more than a hint of menace.'
'Really?' Myrmeen furrowed her brow. 'I was under the impression you were quite content in the city of Shade.'
'So were we,' Rivalen said smoothly, 'but we understand how temperamental artists can be. If Aris was unhappy, we would have been glad to transport him to any place he wished. There was no need for him to brave the desert with these thieves.'
'We are not the thieves in this room,' Galaeron began. 'The Shadovar-'
'Myrmeen did not ask you to speak,' Princess Alusair said, raising a hand to cut him off. She moved to the edge of her seat and addressed Rivalen. 'So what'd they steal?'
Vangerdahast laid a restraining hand on her shoulder. 'Princess, this matter really has nothing to do with Cormyr.'
Alusair scowled. 'They're in Cormyr now, Vangey.' Her glance strayed in Myrmeen Lhal's direction ever so briefly, then looked back to Prince Rivalen. 'At least I think it's still Cormyr.'
'Shade would not recognize any other claims to Arabel,' Rivalen said, not rising to the bait, 'and we would certainly be very grateful if you would return these thieves to Shade Enclave for judgment by the Most High.'
Alusair continued to watch the prince, and Galaeron began to see that there was more going on in Arabel than the rebuilding of the city-or at least the Steel Regent feared there was.
'Must I ask again, Prince?' Alusair said. 'What did they steal?'
Rivalen hesitated just a moment, then gestured at the shadow blanket draped over Aris's shoulder. 'The umbral mantle, to begin with. Also a flying disk and a veserab… that I know of.' Alusair looked to Ruha. 'Is that true?' 'In its essence,' she said. 'I was not-'
'In its fact,' Rivalen insisted. 'You were all part of the plan from the start. Malik confessed all.'
'Malik?' Alusair asked. 'Would this be Malik el Sami yn Nasser, the Seraph of Lies?'
Rivalen nodded. 'A despicable little man, but it is well known that Mystra's curse prevents him from lying.' He looked in Galaeron's direction and sneered. 'He was with Galaeron when we rescued his party from the Dire Wood. We should have taken that as a suggestion of what to expect when we realized who he was.'
'Indeed,' Vangerdahast said. 'I am surprised you didn't. Malik was captured in the escape?'
'It was not an escape,' Rivalen clarified. 'Until they began stealing, they were free to leave at any time.' 'Princess Alusair,' Ruha said, 'if you will permit me-'
'I will not,' Alusair said, raising a hand to silence the witch. 'The prince is speaking.'
Ruha's face fell, and Galaeron could tell that she was feeling as hopeless as he had earlier. He caught her eye and smiled in encouragement. It was impossible to see how she responded beneath her veil.
When Rivalen did not continue, Alusair asked, 'Do you have anything to add, Prince? Perhaps they murdered someone in the escape?'
Rivalen considered this a moment, then shook his head, 'There were some injuries-but only to Malik, and he survived. Their only crime in Shade Enclave was theft. The Most High will be grateful when they are returned to answer for it.'
'Of course,' Alusair said. She turned to Ruha. 'Have you anything to say before I return you to the prince?'
'Only that it is a mistake to do so in such haste.' Ruha looked to Myrmeen Lhal for support-then let her shoulders slump as the lady lord looked away. Turning her gaze back to Alusair, she began, 'On my word as a Harper 'If I may,' Galaeron interrupted. Even in Evereska, he had seen enough of politics to realize that truth was seldom the most valued currency in such discussions. Addressing himself directly to Alusair, he said, 'The gifts of the Shadovar come with a price-'
'Every gift comes with a price,' Alusair shot back. 'If you mean to waste the crown's time on such tripe, I'll have your tongue before I return you to Rivalen.'
Galaeron's confidence of a moment earlier vanished. He had read the situation correctly-he was more sure of that than ever-but he had failed to anticipate just how astute the Steel Regent really was and how quick to anger when she thought she was being manipulated. He swallowed and tried again.
'The price of this gift is higher than you think.' Galaeron sneaked a glance at Rivalen, who caught him looking and made a derisive motion for him to continue. He did. 'The droughts and floods Cormyr has been suffering, they are the Shadovar's doing.'
Myrmeen and Dauneth sighed audibly, and Vangerdahast looked as though he were struggling not to laugh.
Alusair turned her gaze to Prince Rivalen. 'Well, Prince, what say you to that?'
Rivalen rolled his golden eyes. 'I wouldn't think it necessary to say anything.'
'It is true,' Galaeron insisted. 'Surely, you've heard about the troubles on the Sword Coast? The Shadovar are melting the High Ice. It's affecting the weather all across Faerыn.'
'Melting the High Ice?' Vangerdahast scoffed. 'The fire spell that powerful hasn't been written, even in Azuth's spellbook.'
'They're not using a spell-they're using that' Galaeron pointed to the shadow blanket hanging over Aris's shoulder. 'They're spreading them over 'Princess Alusair,' Rivalen interrupted. 'It pains me to see this thief wasting the crown's time with this nonsense, lf you will allow me to summon a few of my lords-'
'Only a minute longer,' Alusair said, raising her brow at the note of concern that had crept into the prince's voice. 'Cormyr's law requires that the accused be allowed to speak before I can turn them over to you.'
The princess nodded Vangerdahast toward the blanket, and Galaeron breathed a quiet sigh of relief as the old man shuffled out from behind her. Aris spread the blanket obligingly and draped it down where Vangerdahast could reach it, turning the darkest side toward the window so that it would absorb the sun's heat. The wizard rubbed his hand first over one side of the surface, then the other, and the way his eyes widened made clear that he had noted how efficiently it trapped heat.
Galaeron glanced over at Rivalen and found the prince's golden eyes locked on his face. In that moment, he knew that he had succeeded-and the prince knew it, too. Were it not for the knowledge Melegaunt had secreted inside his head, Galaeron had no doubt that Rivalen would have killed him on the spot and fled into the shadows. As it was, however, the prince had no choice but to play the game a little longer.
After a time, Vangerdahast removed a wand from inside his robe and waved it over the shadow blanket, then put it back and repeated the process three more times. Finally, he stepped away, folded his hands behind his back, and said nothing. A full minute passed before Alusair growled, 'Well?'
Vangerdahast jumped as though she had startled him out of a dream, looking around with an alarming expression of confusion on his face. 'Well, what?' the royal magician asked.
Alusair nodded at the shadow blanket. 'The umbral mantle,' she prompted. 'Can it do what the elf claims?'
Vangerdahast turned and studied the blanket as though seeing it for the first time, then shrugged and turned away. 'How should I know? I don't understand shadow magic.'
The only thing that fell farther than Alusair's expression was Galaeron's heart.
'What's there to understand?' Galaeron cried, stepping toward the throne. 'Just put your hand-'
'That's far enough, elf,' Dauneth Marliir said, catching Galaeron by the arm and pressing a dagger tip to his ribs. 'You've had your say.'
Rivalen flashed his fangs in Galaeron's direction, then turned to Alusair. 'If they have had their say, Princess, I will summon my lords.'
