The Skull Throne
Page 76
Rojer had seen personally how quickly that affable tone could turn into a lash. Just a subtle shift, not losing a touch of politeness, could express displeasure without ever giving offense, and let everyone else in the room know how their leader expected them to behave.
Now Leesha’s voice rang through the theater in the same manner. Polite. Respectful. And utterly in control.
She would make a brilliant countess, once she and Thamos stopped sticking in the dark and announced the inevitable match. He hoped it was soon. If there was anyone in the world due for a bit of happiness, it was Leesha Paper. Night, even Arlen found a wife, and he was crazier than a mustang stampede.
The theater went silent and he saw the pulsing lights of Amanvah’s performance. When it was over, his Jiwah Ka’s voice took over the Gathering, thrumming throughout the theater in a powerful spell.
Amanvah needed no training from Rojer. Even common Krasians rivaled the Angierian royal court for dramatic performances, and where Thamos had been raised prince of a duchy, his First Wife had been raised princess of the world. She closed her speech with such a tone of finality Rojer expected the women to come filing out soon after, but the Gathering went on for hours as they lectured, debated, and argued about what form Leesha’s new Gatherers’ Guild would take. That Leesha would be guildmistress was never in question, but the women had plenty to say on the rest.
Rojer didn’t mind the wait, idly testing new tunes on his fiddle as his head spun with thoughts of Kendall. The scent of her, the talent, the beauty. The way she kissed.
It was only a few hours ago, but already it seemed a dream.
But it ent, he thought. It really happened. Tomorrow Amanvah’s going to visit Kendall’s mother and all the Core’s gonna break loose.
He felt his nerves clench and played the lullaby his mother used to sing until he calmed again.
Not like they can run you out of town, he told himself. You’re the Warded Man’s fiddle wizard. Hollow needs you.
But he’d already given them the Song of Waning. Did they really need him anymore?
Got to have a private talk with Leesha, he realized. She’ll know what to do. Not like she’s got a leg to stand on when it comes to scandal.
He took a deep breath as the Gathering finally broke and women started filing out. His wives wasted no time in coming to him, ignoring the stares of the other women and moving with dignified haste until they were safely in the motley coach.
“Let us go quickly,” Amanvah said. “I may have agreed to teach hora healing to these women, but I have no desire to weather their stares any longer than I have to. As if I were to blame for their foolish and cowardly flight from my father’s glorious coming.”
“One way to look at it,” Rojer said. “Doubt they see things the same way, what with all the fire and murder chasing them out.”
“All training leaves scrapes and bruises, husband,” Amanvah said. “They will understand when my father leads them to victory in Sharak Ka.”
Rojer knew better than to argue. “You’ll make no friends here with that sort of talk.”
Amanvah gave him a withering look. “I am not a fool, husband.”
Rojer sketched a bow. “Forgive me, Jiwah Ka. I never meant to suggest such.”
He thought the sarcasm in his tone might get it in trouble, but like many Royals, Amanvah took obsequious words as her due. “You are forgiven, husband.” She inclined her head at the carriage steps. Rojer had still not climbed in. “May we go?”
“You go on ahead,” Rojer said. “Need to talk to Leesha.”
Amanvah nodded. “To discuss Kendall, of course.”
Rojer blinked. “… and you’ve no protest?”
Amanvah shrugged. “Mistress Paper acted as your sister in arranging our own marriage, husband, and spoke honestly and true. If you wish her advice on the contract, that is your right.”
Advice on the contract, Rojer thought. Meaning she can dicker the dower, but the marriage is happening.
“And if she tells me it’s a bad match?” Rojer said.
“It is a sister’s right to raise such concerns.” Amanvah gave Rojer a cold look. “But she had best have good reason, not some greenland prudishness.”
Rojer swallowed, but he nodded. He closed the door and stepped away as Amanvah rang her bell and the driver took off for Shamavah’s restaurant.
Gatherers were filing away to their own coaches or heading down the road in groups, chatting animatedly and clutching the books Leesha was handing out as they left.
“I’m too old to be an apprentice again,” one hag was saying as he approached. She smelled like incense and tea, dry and stale.
“Nonsense,” Leesha said.
“Not as fit as I used to be,” the woman continued as if Leesha had not spoken. “Can’t be coming all the way out here all the time.”
“I’ll arrange lessons in your own barony,” Leesha said. “I have apprentices who can teach you the basics of warding, and help train your own.”
“Corespawned if I’m going to take lessons from some girl that ent reddened her wadding yet,” the woman snapped. “Ent had an apprentice in a dozen years. I was retired before the Krasians came.”
Leesha’s eyes grew hard. “Times are dark for everyone, Gatherer, but you’ll take your lessons, and apprentices, too. Hollow County won’t lose a single life because you’re too stubborn to change your ways.”
The woman’s eyes widened, but she wisely did not argue further. Leesha saw Rojer waiting and turned to him, dismissing her as expertly as the Duchess Mum.
“Not going back with your wives?” Leesha asked.
“Need to talk to you,” Rojer said. He, too, had a trained voice, and his tone made clear the seriousness of the matter.
Leesha drew a deep breath, ending in a faint shudder. “Need to talk to you, too, Rojer. Mum’s got my head in a spin.”
Rojer smiled. “Creator, what are the odds? That only happens on days when the sun comes up.”
Leesha barked a nervous laugh at that, and Rojer wondered what could rattle her so. She signaled Darsy and Wonda to hand out books and make farewells. She and Rojer made their way into her cottage.
Only to find Renna Bales waiting for them.
“’Bout time,” Renna said. “Startin’ to think I’d be waitin’ all night for you to finish up.”
Leesha put her hands on her hips. She tired easily now, and arguing with every stubborn woman in the Hollow at once had left her drained of energy and patience. The only thing not feeling drained was her bladder, which was fit to burst. She was in no mood for Renna and her superior attitude.
“Perhaps if you’d let me know you were coming instead of sneaking into my home, Renna Bales, I might have accommodated you.” She put just a touch of emphasis on might.
“’Pologies for disrespectin’ your wards,” Renna said. “Din’t want folk seein’ me.”
“And why not?” Leesha demanded. “You were the only thing giving them hope when Arlen disappeared, and then you up and vanished for weeks on end. Where in the Core have you been?”
Renna crossed her arms. “Busy.”
Leesha gave her a moment to elaborate, but Renna just stared at her, daring her to press.
Now Leesha’s voice rang through the theater in the same manner. Polite. Respectful. And utterly in control.
She would make a brilliant countess, once she and Thamos stopped sticking in the dark and announced the inevitable match. He hoped it was soon. If there was anyone in the world due for a bit of happiness, it was Leesha Paper. Night, even Arlen found a wife, and he was crazier than a mustang stampede.
The theater went silent and he saw the pulsing lights of Amanvah’s performance. When it was over, his Jiwah Ka’s voice took over the Gathering, thrumming throughout the theater in a powerful spell.
Amanvah needed no training from Rojer. Even common Krasians rivaled the Angierian royal court for dramatic performances, and where Thamos had been raised prince of a duchy, his First Wife had been raised princess of the world. She closed her speech with such a tone of finality Rojer expected the women to come filing out soon after, but the Gathering went on for hours as they lectured, debated, and argued about what form Leesha’s new Gatherers’ Guild would take. That Leesha would be guildmistress was never in question, but the women had plenty to say on the rest.
Rojer didn’t mind the wait, idly testing new tunes on his fiddle as his head spun with thoughts of Kendall. The scent of her, the talent, the beauty. The way she kissed.
It was only a few hours ago, but already it seemed a dream.
But it ent, he thought. It really happened. Tomorrow Amanvah’s going to visit Kendall’s mother and all the Core’s gonna break loose.
He felt his nerves clench and played the lullaby his mother used to sing until he calmed again.
Not like they can run you out of town, he told himself. You’re the Warded Man’s fiddle wizard. Hollow needs you.
But he’d already given them the Song of Waning. Did they really need him anymore?
Got to have a private talk with Leesha, he realized. She’ll know what to do. Not like she’s got a leg to stand on when it comes to scandal.
He took a deep breath as the Gathering finally broke and women started filing out. His wives wasted no time in coming to him, ignoring the stares of the other women and moving with dignified haste until they were safely in the motley coach.
“Let us go quickly,” Amanvah said. “I may have agreed to teach hora healing to these women, but I have no desire to weather their stares any longer than I have to. As if I were to blame for their foolish and cowardly flight from my father’s glorious coming.”
“One way to look at it,” Rojer said. “Doubt they see things the same way, what with all the fire and murder chasing them out.”
“All training leaves scrapes and bruises, husband,” Amanvah said. “They will understand when my father leads them to victory in Sharak Ka.”
Rojer knew better than to argue. “You’ll make no friends here with that sort of talk.”
Amanvah gave him a withering look. “I am not a fool, husband.”
Rojer sketched a bow. “Forgive me, Jiwah Ka. I never meant to suggest such.”
He thought the sarcasm in his tone might get it in trouble, but like many Royals, Amanvah took obsequious words as her due. “You are forgiven, husband.” She inclined her head at the carriage steps. Rojer had still not climbed in. “May we go?”
“You go on ahead,” Rojer said. “Need to talk to Leesha.”
Amanvah nodded. “To discuss Kendall, of course.”
Rojer blinked. “… and you’ve no protest?”
Amanvah shrugged. “Mistress Paper acted as your sister in arranging our own marriage, husband, and spoke honestly and true. If you wish her advice on the contract, that is your right.”
Advice on the contract, Rojer thought. Meaning she can dicker the dower, but the marriage is happening.
“And if she tells me it’s a bad match?” Rojer said.
“It is a sister’s right to raise such concerns.” Amanvah gave Rojer a cold look. “But she had best have good reason, not some greenland prudishness.”
Rojer swallowed, but he nodded. He closed the door and stepped away as Amanvah rang her bell and the driver took off for Shamavah’s restaurant.
Gatherers were filing away to their own coaches or heading down the road in groups, chatting animatedly and clutching the books Leesha was handing out as they left.
“I’m too old to be an apprentice again,” one hag was saying as he approached. She smelled like incense and tea, dry and stale.
“Nonsense,” Leesha said.
“Not as fit as I used to be,” the woman continued as if Leesha had not spoken. “Can’t be coming all the way out here all the time.”
“I’ll arrange lessons in your own barony,” Leesha said. “I have apprentices who can teach you the basics of warding, and help train your own.”
“Corespawned if I’m going to take lessons from some girl that ent reddened her wadding yet,” the woman snapped. “Ent had an apprentice in a dozen years. I was retired before the Krasians came.”
Leesha’s eyes grew hard. “Times are dark for everyone, Gatherer, but you’ll take your lessons, and apprentices, too. Hollow County won’t lose a single life because you’re too stubborn to change your ways.”
The woman’s eyes widened, but she wisely did not argue further. Leesha saw Rojer waiting and turned to him, dismissing her as expertly as the Duchess Mum.
“Not going back with your wives?” Leesha asked.
“Need to talk to you,” Rojer said. He, too, had a trained voice, and his tone made clear the seriousness of the matter.
Leesha drew a deep breath, ending in a faint shudder. “Need to talk to you, too, Rojer. Mum’s got my head in a spin.”
Rojer smiled. “Creator, what are the odds? That only happens on days when the sun comes up.”
Leesha barked a nervous laugh at that, and Rojer wondered what could rattle her so. She signaled Darsy and Wonda to hand out books and make farewells. She and Rojer made their way into her cottage.
Only to find Renna Bales waiting for them.
“’Bout time,” Renna said. “Startin’ to think I’d be waitin’ all night for you to finish up.”
Leesha put her hands on her hips. She tired easily now, and arguing with every stubborn woman in the Hollow at once had left her drained of energy and patience. The only thing not feeling drained was her bladder, which was fit to burst. She was in no mood for Renna and her superior attitude.
“Perhaps if you’d let me know you were coming instead of sneaking into my home, Renna Bales, I might have accommodated you.” She put just a touch of emphasis on might.
“’Pologies for disrespectin’ your wards,” Renna said. “Din’t want folk seein’ me.”
“And why not?” Leesha demanded. “You were the only thing giving them hope when Arlen disappeared, and then you up and vanished for weeks on end. Where in the Core have you been?”
Renna crossed her arms. “Busy.”
Leesha gave her a moment to elaborate, but Renna just stared at her, daring her to press.
