“It’s not a hard code, but whoever wrote this knew a trick or two. The beginning of it is pure gibberish, designed to throw off anyone trying to make it out.” He struck out the first two groupings of letters of the first line, except for the last one in the second grouping: A. “Taking every second letter from there, you get AILK.”
“Klia, backward.”
“Exactly. But from here, taking every second letter, you
get them in proper order left to right: METWITHHAWKI.” He drew a series of slashes between the letters, dividing them into MET WITH HAWKI.
“Hawki?” asked Thero.
“It’s probably meant to be ‘hawk.’ And we don’t know who that is. Perhaps someone from the Red Hawk or White Hawk regiments?”
“But that cipher doesn’t work on the next line,” Thero pointed out.
“No, because you start with the third grouping and read every third letter. It’s a common system, although whoever wrote this may not have known that. An amateur intriguer, probably. So using that…” Seregil slashed through the letters of the second line, leaving: ATREMINSUSPECTSYMPATHY. “ ‘At Remin suspect sympathy.’ The second word nearly threw me off, but Remin is a small town on the Folcwine, probably the site of a battle.”
The wizard shook his head. “The first part sounds like something that could be common knowledge. But the ‘sympathy’ suggests some sort of collusion.”
“I think you may be right. Here are the two I translated.”
The first read:
“This ‘hawk’ again,” Thero noted. “And Klia’s name spelled backward. But still with no clue as to who the hawk is, or the wolves.”
“ ‘Wolves’?” said Seregil, surprised the wizard hadn’t twigged. “
“The message said that the wolves are too loyal. Too loyal to do what? Involve in a coup to convince her to mutiny? Or too loyal to turn against her?”
“Either one could be true, believe me. They’re her personal guard.”
“You don’t need to convince me, Seregil. What else did you make of them?”
“All three were written in the same hand, so one spy,” Seregil replied. “And they were all written on grubby scraps of parchment with rough surfaces and torn edges. Cheap scrap. What does that suggest to you?”
“That’s what the military uses. Even Klia.”
Seregil nodded. “So there may be a spy in the regiment. And I think I know who it might be.”
“Who?”
“Reltheus’s son Danos also serves under Klia.”
“He serves in Klia’s squadron?”
“You didn’t know?”
“He didn’t at the time of the hunt last winter. Perhaps Elani had something to do with it, since she was so taken with him.”
“More likely the father.”
“But it makes sense. The father would trust his own son above anyone else. I do wish he’d been a bit more forthright in his communications, though this is quite a help all the same. But why spy on her at all?”
“Perhaps it’s not only Klia they’re worried about. Perhaps there’s a rival cabal who favor Klia for the throne. I hate to say it, but the letter from Malthus, and the fact that Reltheus has it, suggest that he may be part of one.”
Thero frowned down at the messages. “Two warring cabals. That doesn’t bode well.”
“Not with the unrest already brewing in the city. I can’t help thinking of that list Alec found, the one with us and a number of our acquaintances, including Malthus, on it. I think it’s safe to say that Reltheus’s cabal has taken an interest in us, though I have no idea why. But we’re going to need a lot more than we have here to prove anything one way or the other.”
Thero turned back to the messages regarding Klia. “Even by the royal courier service, it takes at least a week by land to get a message back to Rhiminee, and nearly that long by sea,” he mused. “These messages could be old news by the
time they get here. And by the time any kind of answer was sent, things could have changed completely.”
“I’m afraid this is as far as I can take you for now,” Seregil told him, “unless we find more of these.”
“This is frustrating. Without names, interpretation is impossible. And he has letters from Elani, as well. What is he doing with those? They don’t contain anything particularly sensitive. Do you think it’s connected with the cabals?”
“If Malthus had them, then I’d be more inclined to think so, but with it being Reltheus? He’s very anxious for Danos to marry Elani. Could be he’s looking for signs of favor, or mention of rival suitors.”
“I’d like to know who in Elani’s household is doing the copying.”
“I’m working on that.”
“If you’re right, then Reltheus is taking a terrible risk. If word of this ever got out, he’d be ruined at court, if not worse!” Thero paused, drawn to the coded messages again. “Why would anyone think that Klia would betray her sister and niece in the first place?”
“Because someone other than Klia is thinking of doing it? Reltheus clearly knows something we don’t.”
“Klia simply wouldn’t involve herself in something like that!”
Seregil clapped Thero on the shoulder. “I don’t believe it, either. But there could be a faction building that plans to put her on the throne, even without her knowledge of what they are planning.”
Thero ran a hand back through his black curls. “You must get me more than this. There’s nothing that proves that Danos is the one, other than supposition.”
“Don’t you think it’s time we communicated directly with Klia? I’m guessing you can do that.”
Thero nodded. “I will, after you and I are done.”
“I see.”
“Don’t give me that look.”
“What look?”
Thero scowled. “Like you know something.”
Seregil held up his hands, grinning. “I don’t know a thing, and I’m not asking. I’ll leave you to it.”
When Seregil was gone, the wizard went to his bedchamber, shut the door, and retrieved the marble box containing Klia’s handkerchief from the wardrobe. Opening it, he held it to his nose for a moment, imagining that the scent of her perfume still lingered there. Her fingers had brushed his when she gave it to him, one of a hundred such innocent touches that heated his body-
Pressing the precious handkerchief between his palms, he spoke the spell softly and waited for the vision to take shape. His unruly heart was racing again at the thought of actually seeing her.
The vision came almost instantly. Klia was lying on a cot again, grimacing as a healer bandaged a wound on her leg. Her breeches were off, leaving her in just her linen, and he felt a rush of heat through his body at the sight of those smooth, slender legs.
He waited while Myrhini covered her with a blanket. The tall, dark-haired woman’s face was solemn as she looked down at the princess and asked, “How is it?”
Klia flexed her leg under the blanket and gave her friend a wincing grin. “I’ll be able to ride tomorrow.”
“You heard what the healer said.”
Klia snorted as she folded her arms behind her head. “I’ll be fine.”
Choosing his moment, Thero opened a small window spell a few feet from the two women and whispered, “Your Highness.”
