“Sun and Wind, my lord count,” snapped Mother Behrnees, “what do you want? For more years than I care to recall, you chivvied our Bili’s father to forsake his passive, peaceful ways. Now you would condemn the son for being actively warlike! But I think you’ve learned better than to do so to his face, have you not?”
The scarred, wrinkled features flushed hotly. “The young whippersnapper! To so abase me before my wife and daughter and everyone else in this hall! And after all I’ve done and tried to do for him! That act, alone, shows how dangerous is his immaturity!”
“Now hold!” Mother Mahrnee’s tone was cold and brittle as midwinter ice. “Lord count, think you. When did you ever shrink from patronizing or upbraiding Bili before all and sundry? How long did you think a proud man would submit to such abuse and humiliation?”
The nobleman’s lips made as if to spit. “But he’s no man, dammit, he’s a murderous, hotheaded boy in a man’s body. He needs guidance, discipline!”
Mother Mahrnee smiled grimly. “Bili, your lord, is less than two moons shy of eighteen summers, lord count, and he is a seasoned warrior … as you have reason to know, would you but admit the fact He has fought battles and single combats; he has commanded men and earned their respect. King Gilbuht of Harzburk saw fit to knight him on the field, investing him with the Order of the Blue Bear!
“He has done as much as any veteran. He has bedded noblewomen and tumbled serving girls, one at least within this hall, he has fought and pillaged and razed and raped his way through at least two intakings. Though he is as stark a warrior as you are likely to meet, he is no braggart or hector, preferring to let his scars and his honors and the strength of his arm tell of his prowess.”
“Fagh! The accomplishments of a northern barbarian pocket princeling!” snorted Komees Djeen, derisively. “But, as I told him, a thoheeks must have more than a strong arm and an overgrown battle-axe to rule in Morguhn! Why, the arrogant young puppy even attempted to murder the High Lord. Sun and Wind, my ladies, this isn’t some blood-soaked barbarian kingdom, where the lords rule by steel and rope!”
Mother Mahrnee’s laugh was harsh. “No wonder you were so successful a strahteegos-your maneuvers were nothing short of amazing! Up until the eve of the very day that his illness claimed him, were you not urging Bili’s sire to rule in that very way you now claim to abhor-badgering him to hang the Ehleen hooreeos and all his priests, and to have off the heads of Vahrohnos Myros and half a score of petty lords of the old blood! One might think, on the basis of your past preachments, that you’d be overjoyed with your new lord, not ceaselessly nitpicking and criticizing him in public and in private.”
The old man stamped a foot in his angry frustration. “But last night, to try to slay a Kinsman over so petty a matter-”
“The High Lord does not fault him,” stated Mother Mahrnee flatly. “Why then should you? The High Lord told my sister and me that, had he been in Bill’s place, considering last night’s dangers and turmoil, he might well have done the same thing to a subordinate-Kinsman or no-who had seen fit to disobey orders and desert his assigned post. I repeat, Count Djeen, why do you continue to harp on a matter which the Undying High Lord, who was the only injured party, has seen fit to utterly dismiss?
“I’ll tell you why!” Mother Behrnees’ blue eyes flashed fire and her voice cracked like a lash. “Pique, petulance and pettishness are what now drive our Komees Djeen, sister! So yon waste breath trying to reason with him. Showing his breeding, Bili respected age and deferred to military experience; whereupon the good Komees seized upon this respect and deference as a lever to cant his lord in directions contrary to his nature. After swallowing far more censure and disrespect than would the average nobleman, our son enlightened Count Djeen, made it clear to him whose hand holds the whip. Count Djeen has for so long been issuing uncontested orders and manipulating the lives of younger men that he is now peeved beyond bearing to be confronted by a young man who not only owns the power to command him, but who refuses to be manipulated!”