Tuck

sun quartered the sky, eventually beginning its long descent.

The sun was well down and the first stars were alight in the east when Merian came in sight of Caer Rhodl. The old fortress with its timber walls stood tall and upright on the hill, the little wooden church quiet in the valley below. The place breathed an air of peace and contentment. In fact, nothing about the settlement had changed that she could see. Everything was still just the same as she remembered it.

This thought gave her heart a lift as she hurried on, reaching the long ramp leading to the gate, which stood open as if awaiting her arrival. A few more quick steps brought her through the gate and into the yard, where Merian paused to look around.

Across the way, two grooms were leading horses to the stables; the horses were lathered, lately ridden-and at some distance and speed. Odd, she had not seen them on the road.

And then she saw Garran, her brother. Merian had only the briefest glimpse of him as he disappeared through the entrance to the hall, but she thought he was in the company of a young woman. With a shout, she called his name and started across the yard. Three men and several women stood talking near the kitchen; they turned at Merian's cry and saw a dark-haired young woman in a long dark gown flitting across the yard.

'Here! You!' shouted one of the men, moving forward. 'Stop!'

When Merian gave no sign that she had heard him, he cried out again, and moved to catch her before she reached the hall.

'Here, now!' he called, stepping into her path. 'Where might you be going, young miss?'

So intent was she that it was not until the man took hold of her arm that she noticed him. 'What?' she said. Feeling the man's hand tighten around her arm, she tried to pull away. 'Let me go!' Looking towards the door to the hall, she cried, 'Garran! Garran, it's me!'

'Be still,' said the man, pulling her back. 'You just stop that now. We're going to have a talk.'

'Let me go!' She turned to face her captor, and recognized him as one of her father's men. 'Luc?'

'Here, now,' he said, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. 'How do you know my name?'

'Luc, it's Merian,' she said. 'Merian-do you not know me?'

A figure appeared in the doorway behind Luc. 'What's this?'

Merian's gaze shifted to the hall entrance. 'Garran!'

'I warned you,' said her father's man, pulling her away. 'Come along. You're going to-'

'Release me!' Merian wriggled in his grasp.

'Merian?'

She turned to find herself looking into the face of her very astonished brother.

'Saints and angels, Merian,' he gasped, 'is it really you?'

'Oh, Garran-thank God, you're here. I-I…' she began, and suddenly could not speak for the lump in her throat.

'Lady Merian,' said Luc, 'forgive me. On my word I didn't recognize you.' He turned and called to the others who stood looking on. 'El! Rhys! It's Lady Merian come home!'

The others surged forward, clamouring all at once. Garran silenced them with a wave of his hand. 'Look at you,' he said, lifting her face with a thumb and finger. 'Where have you been all this time?'

'Father and Mother-are they here? Of course they are,' she said, finding her voice again. She started towards the hall. 'I'm longing to see them. Come, Garran, you can present me to the king.' When her brother did not move, she turned to him again. The solemn look on his face stopped her. 'Why? What is it?'

'Father is dead, Merian.'

She heard what he said, but did not credit the words. 'Where?' she asked. 'Come along, I'm certain they-'

'Merian, no,' said Garran firmly. 'Listen to me. Father is dead.'

'He was sick for a very long time, my lady,' offered Luc. 'My lord Cadwgan died last spring.'

'Father… dead?' Her stomach tightened into a knot, and her breath came in a gasp as the full weight of this new reality broke upon her. 'It can't be…'

Garran nodded. 'I'm the king now.'

'And mother?' she asked, fearing the answer.

'She is well,' replied Garran. 'Although, when she sees you…'

Some of the others who had gathered around spoke up. 'Where have you been?' they asked. 'We were told you had been killed. We thought you dead long ago.'

'I was taken captive,' Merian explained. 'I was not harmed.'

'Who did this to you?' demanded Luc. 'Tell us and we will avenge you, my lady. This outrage cannot be allowed to stand-'

'Peace, Luc,' Garran interrupted. 'That is enough.We will discuss this later. Now I want to take my sister inside and let her get washed. You and Rhys spread the news. Tell everyone that Lady Merian has come home.'

'Gladly, Sire,' replied Rhys, who hurried off to tell the women standing a little way off.

Rhi Garran led the way into the hall, and Merian followed, walking across the near-empty hall on stiff legs. She was brought to her father's chamber at the far end of the hall and paused to smooth her clothes and hair with her fingers before allowing Garran to open the door. She gave him a nod, whereupon he knocked on the door, lifted the latch, and pushed it open.

The dowager queen sat alone in a chair with an embroidery frame on a stand before her. With a needle in one hand and the other resting on the taut surface of the stretched fabric, she hummed to herself as she bent over her work.

'Mother?' said Merian, stepping slowly into the room as if entering a dream where anything might happen.

'Dear God in heaven!' shrieked Queen Anora, glancing up to see who it was that had entered the room.

'Mother, I-'

'Merian!' Anora cried, leaping up so quickly she overturned the embroidery frame. She stretched out her arms to the daughter she had never hoped to see again. 'Oh, Merian. Come here, child.'

Merian stepped hesitantly at first, then ran, and was gathered into her mother's embrace. 'Oh, oh, I-' she began, and found she could not speak. Tears welled in her eyes and began to run down her cheeks. She felt her mother's hands on her face and her lips on her cheek.

'There now, dear heart,' her mother said soothingly. 'All is well now you're home.'

'Oh, Mother, I-I'm so sorry,' she sobbed, burying her face in the hollow of her mother's throat. 'There are so many times I would have come to you-so many times I should have come…'

'Hush, dearest one,' whispered Queen Anora, stroking her daughter's hair. 'You are here now and nothing else matters.' She held Merian for a time without speaking, then said, 'I only wish your father could have seen this day.'

Merian, overcome with grief and guilt, wept all the more. 'I'm so sorry,' she murmured again. 'So very sorry.'

'Never mind,' Anora sighed after a moment. 'You're home now. Nothing else matters.' She held her daughter at arm's length and cast her eyes over her, as if at a gown or tunic she had just finished sewing. 'You're half starved. Look at you, Merian: you're thin as a wraith.'

Merian stepped back a little and looked down the length of her body, smoothing her bedraggled clothing with her hands. 'We have many mouths to feed, and there is not always enough,' she began.

There was a movement behind her, and a voice said, 'Quel est ceci?'

Merian's shock at hearing the news of her father's death was only slightly greater than that of seeing the women who had entered the room. 'Sybil!' gasped Merian. 'Baroness Neufmarche!'

At the sight of Merian, Lady Agnes Neufmarche put her hands to her face in amazement. 'Mon Dieu!'

'Merianne,' said Sybil, echoing her mother's astonishment.

Prince Garran stood to one side, a half smile on his face, enjoying the women's surprise at seeing one another again so unexpectedly.

Merian saw his smile and instantly turned on him. 'What are they doing here?' she hissed.

The baroness crossed quickly to her. 'Mon cher,' she cooed, placing a hand on her shoulder. 'How you must have suffered, non?'

Merian reacted as if she had been burned by the touch. She gave a start and shook off Lady Agnes's hand.