far.
'I do not '
Something flashed in Trisu's gray eyes-a sparkle of anger, perhaps, although she supposed it was remotely possible it might have been humor. But whatever it had been, it went almost as fast as it had come, and he snorted.
'Bravery might be one word for it,' he said. 'Foolishness-or perhaps even stupidity-might be others, though, don't you think?'
'They might,' she acknowledged. 'In the meantime, however, Milord, I have to wonder if keeping a traveler standing in the courtyard is the usual courtesy of Lorham.'
'Under normal circumstances, no,' he said coolly. 'On the other hand, I trust you will concede that women claiming to be knights and champions of the gods aren't exactly normal travelers.'
'On the Wind Plain, perhaps,' Kaeritha replied with matching coolness, and, for the first time, he flushed. But he wasn't prepared to surrender the point quite yet.
'That's as may be, Milady,' he told her, 'but at the moment, you're
'I see.' Kaeritha regarded him thoughtfully for a long moment. It would have been handy, she reflected, if Tomanak had seen fit to give to gift her with a sword like Bahzell's, which came when he called it. It was certainly an impressive way to demonstrate his champion's credentials when necessary. Unfortunately, her own blades, while possessed of certain unusual attributes of their own, stayed obstinately in their sheaths unless she drew them herself, no matter how much she might whistle or snap her fingers for them.
'I've come from Balthar,' she said, after a moment, 'where Baron Tellian was kind enough to offer me hospitality and to gift me with this lovely lady.' She leaned forward to stroke Cloudy's neck, and smiled behind her expressionless face as the first, faint uncertainty flickered in those gray eyes. 'He also,' she continued blandly, 'sent with me written letters of introduction and, I believe, instructions to cooperate with me in my mission.' Those eyes were definitely less cheerful than they had been, she noted with satisfaction. 'And if you should happen to have anyone here in the Keep who is injured or ill, I suppose I could demonstrate my ability to heal them. Or -' she looked straight into Trisu's eyes '- if you insist, I suppose I might simply settle for demonstrating my skill at arms upon your chosen champion, instead. In that case, however, I hope you won't be requiring his services anytime soon.'
Trisu's face tightened, its lines momentarily harder and bleaker than its owner's years. The people wh'd described him as 'conservative' had been guilty of considerable understatement, Kaeritha thought. But there appeared to be a brain behind that hard face. However angry he might be, his was not an
'If you bear the letters you've described,' he said after a moment, with what Kaeritha had to concede was commendable dignity under the circumstances, 'that will be more than sufficient proof for me, Milady.'
'I thank you for your courtesy, Milord,' she said, bending her head in a slight bow. 'At the same time-and I fear I owe you an apology, because I did make the offer at least partly out of pique-if there are any sick or injured, it would be my pleasure as well as my duty to offer them healing.'
'That was courteously said, Milady,' Trisu replied, still more than a bit stiffly but with the first genuine warmth she'd seen from him. 'Please, Dame Kaeritha-alight from your horse. My house is yours, and it would seem I have a certain unfortunate first impression to overcome.'
Kaeritha's initial impression of Sir Altharn had been misleading. Her first impression of Lord Trisu, unfortunately, and despite his promise to overcome it, had not.
It wasn't that there was anything wrong with Trisu's brain; it was simply that he chose not to use it where certain opinions and preconceptions were concerned. Kaeritha could see only too well why Yalith and the war maids found it so difficult to work with him. However determined one might be to be diplomatic and reasonable, it must be hard to remember one's intention when all one wanted to do was to strangle the stiff-necked, obstinate, bigoted, prejudiced, quintessential young Sothoii reactionary on the other side of the conference table.
His obvious native intelligence never challenged his opinions and prejudices because it was enlisted in their support, instead. That might not prevent him from being an excellent administrator, as was obvious from the condition of his lands and the people living on them. But it was a serious handicap when he was forced to deal with people or events he couldn't hammer into submission to his own biases.
'I fear Thalar's hospitality must appear somewhat modest compared to that of Balthar.' Trisu's words were courteous enough, as was their tone, but there was a challenging glint in his eyes. Or perhaps there wasn't. It was always possible, Kaeritha reminded herself conscientiously, that her own prejudices were unfairly ascribing false attitudes and motives to him.
'Balthar is considerably larger than Thalar, Milord,' she replied, after a moment. 'But it's been my experience that simple size has less to do with hospitality and the gracious treatment of guests than the graciousness of the host. Certainly no attention to my own comfort has been omitted here in Thalar.'
She hid an inner wince at the stiltedness of her own turn of phrase. Trisu seemed to have that effect on her. But what she'd said had been only the truth, at least in physical terms. The fact that Trisu's retainers and servants took their lead from their lord's own attitudes probably explained why there had been a certain lack of genuine welcome behind their courteous attentiveness, but good manners forbade her from mentioning that.
'I'm pleased to hear it,' Trisu said, looking out across the crowded tables below them as serving women began bringing in the food. Then he returned his attention fully to Kaeritha.
'I've read Baron Tellian's letters, Dame Kaeritha,' he said. 'And I will, of course, comply with his wishes and instructions.' His smile was thin, and his gray eyes glittered. 'Lorham stands ready to assist you in any way we may.'
'I appreciate that,' she replied, forbearing to observe that it was marvelous that it appeared to have taken him no more than the better part of seven hours to work his way through all two of the letters Tellian had sent along.
'Yes. But that's for tomorrow. For tonight, allow my cooks to demonstrate their skill for you.' A serving maid deposited a stuffed, roasted fowl before him, and he reached for a carving knife. 'Would you prefer light meat, or dark, Milady?' he inquired.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
'Is that crate about ready, Leeana?'
'Almost, Theretha!' Leeana called back up the stair. She finished wrapping the last piece of glassware in its protective braided straw and slipped it into the proper pigeonhole in the crate's top tray. Then she scooped up an armful of loose straw and sifted it down over the tray, making certain that every piece was packed snugly into place yet padded and cushioned against unexpected impacts.
The straw caught on her fingers, and she grimaced with wry humor as she looked down at them. Her hands were as slender as they had always been, with the same long, aristocratic fingers, but now they were work- roughened, nicked, and chapped, as well. They were also bruised, she noted, and two of her fingernails had been gnawed back to the quick after she broke them practicing unarmed combat against Garlahna under Ravlahn's supervision. And they'd developed a nicely growing crop of calluses from mucking out stalls and sweeping up in the
