“I’ll see to it immediately, your Majesty”‘ Morin said. He bowed and quietly left the room.
“I’m told that you knew my father,” Ce’Nedra said to the lushly curved woman standing in the center of the room.
“Yes, Princess,” Bethra responded. “Quite well, actually. We were friends for years.”
Ce’Nedra’s eyes narrowed.
“Your father was a vigorous man, Princess,” Bethra told her calmly. “I’m told that many people prefer not to believe that kind of thing about their parents, but it does happen now and again. I was quite fond of him and I’ll miss him very much, I think.”
“I don’t believe you,” Ce’Nedra said bluntly.
“That’s up to you, of course.”
“My father would not have done that.”
“Whatever you say, Princess,” Bethra said with a faint smile.
“You’re lying!” Ce’Nedra snapped.
A momentary glint came into Bethra’s eyes. “No, Princess. I don’t lie. I might conceal the truth at times, but I never lie. Lies are too easily found out. Ran Borune and I were intimate friends and we enjoyed each other’s company in many ways.” Her look became faintly amused. “Your upbringing has sheltered you from certain facts, Princess Ce’Nedra. Tol Honeth is an extremely corrupt city, and I am fully at home here. Let’s face a certain blunt truth. I’m a harlot and I make no apology for that fact. The work is easy -even pleasant at times- and the pay is very good. I’m on the best of terms with some of the richest and most powerful men in the world. We talk, and they value my conversation, but when they come to my house, it’s not the talk they’re interested in. The talk comes later. It was much the same when I visited your father. Wedid talk, Princess, but it was usually later.”
Ce’Nedra’s face was flaming, and her eyes were wide with shock. “No one hasever talked to me that way before,” she gasped.
“Then it was probably overdue,” Bethra said calmly. “You’re much wiser now -not happier, perhaps, but wiser. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I should probably leave. The Honeths have spies everywhere, and I think it might not be a good idea for them to find out about this visit.”
“I want to thank you for the information you’ve just brought me, Bethra,” Varana said to her. “Let me give you something for your trouble.”
“That has never been necessary, your Majesty,” she replied with an arch little smile. “Information isnot what I sell. I’ll go now -unless you want to talk business, of course.” She paused in the act of putting her cloak back on and gave him a very direct look.
“Ah -this might not be the best time, Bethra,” Varana said with a faintly regretful note in his voice and a quick sidelong glance at Ce’Nedra.
“Some other time then, perhaps.” She curtsied again and quietly left the room, the musky fragrance of the scent she wore lingering in the air behind her.
Ce’Nedra was still blushing furiously, and her eyes were outraged. She spun to face Garion and Varana. “Don’t either of youdare say anything,” she commanded. “Not one single word.”
The sad visit to Tol Honeth ended a few days later, and Garion and Ce’Nedra took ship again for the voyage back to the Isle of the Winds. Though Ce’Nedra seldom gave any outward hints of her grief, Garion knew her well enough to understand that her father’s death had hurt her deeply. Because he loved her and was sensitive to her emotions, he treated her with a certain extra tenderness and consideration for the next several months.
In mid-autumn that year, the Alorn Kings and Queen Porenn, Regent of Drasnia, arrived at Riva for the traditional meeting of the Alorn Council. The meeting had none of the urgency which had marked those meetings previously. Torak was dead, the Angaraks were convulsed by war, and a king sat upon the Rivan throne. The entire affair was almost purely social, though the kings did make some pretense at holding business sessions in the blue-draped council chamber high in the south tower of the Citadel. They gravely talked about the stalemated war in southern Cthol Murgos and about the troubles Varana was having with the Vordue family of northern Tolnedra.
Warned perhaps by the failure of the Honeths in their attempts at assassination, the Vordues decided to try secession. Shortly after Varana’s coronation as Ran Borune XXIV, the Vordue family declared that their Grand Duchy was no longer a part of Tolnedra but rather was a separate, independent kingdom -although they had not yet decided which of their number was to ascend the throne.
“Varana’s going to have to move the legions against them,” King Anheg declared, wiping the ale foam from his mouth with his sleeve. “Otherwise, the other families will secede too, and Tolnedra will fly apart like a broken spring.”
“It’s not really that simple, Anheg,” Queen Porenn told him smoothly, turning back from the window out of which she had been watching the activity in the harbor far below. The Queen of Drasnia still wore deep mourning, and her black gown seemed to enhance her blonde loveliness. “The legions will gladly fight any foreign enemy, but Varana can’t ask them to attack their own people.”
Anheg shrugged. “He could bring up legions from the south. They’re all Borunes or Anadiles or Ranites. They wouldn’t mind trampling over the Vordues.”
“But then the northern legions would step in to stop them. Once the legions start fighting each other, the Empire willreally disintegrate.”
“I guess I really hadn’t thought of it that way”‘ Anheg admitted. “You know, Porenn, you’re extremely intelligent -for a woman.”
“And you’re extremely perceptive -for a man,” she replied with a sweet smile.
“That’s one for her side,” King Cho-Hag said quietly.
“Were we keeping score?” Garion asked mildly.
“It helps us to keep track, sort of,” the Chief of the Clan-Chiefs of Algaria answered with a straight face.
It was not until several days later that word reached Riva concerning Varana’s rather novel approach to his problem with the Vordues. A Drasnian ship sailed into the harbor one morning, and an agent of the Drasnian Intelligence Service brought a sheaf of dispatches to Queen Porenn. After she read them, she entered the council chamber with a smug little smile. “I believe we can set our minds at rest about Varana’s abilities, gentlemen,” she told the Alorn Kings. “He appears to have found a solution to the Vordue question.”
“Oh?” Brand rumbled. “What is it?”
“My informants advise me that he has made a secret arrangement with King Korodullin of Arendia. This so-called Kingdom of Vordue has suddenly become absolutely infested with Arendish bandits -most of them in full armor, oddly enough.”
“Wait a minute, Porenn,” Anheg interrupted. “If it’s a secret arrangement, how is it that you know about it?”
The little blonde Queen of Drasnia lowered her eyelids demurely. “Why, Anheg, dear, weren’t you aware of the fact that I know everything?”
“Another one for her side,” King Cho-Hag said to Garion.
“I’d say so, yes,” Garion agreed.
“At any rate,” the Drasnian Queen continued, “there are now whole battalions of brainless young Mimbrate knights in Vordue, all posing as bandits and plundering and burning at will. The Vordues don’t have what you could call an army, so they’ve been screaming for aid from the legions. My people managed to get their hands on a copy of Varana’s reply.” She unfolded a document. ” ‘To the government of the Kingdom of Vordue,”‘ she read, “‘Greetings: Your recent appeal for help came as a great surprise to me. Surely the esteemed gentlemen in Tol Vordue would not want me to violate the sovereignty of their newly established kingdom by sending Tolnedran legions across their borders to deal with a few Arendish brigands. The maintenance of public order is the paramount responsibility of any government, and I would not dream of intruding my forces into so fundamental an area. To do so would raise grave doubts in the minds of reasonable men the world over as to the viability of your new state. I do, however, send you my best wishes in your efforts to deal with what is, after all, a strictly internal matter.’ ”
Anheg began to laugh, pounding his heavy fist on the table in his glee. “I think that calls for a drink,” he chortled.
“I think it might call for several,” Garion agreed. “We can toast the efforts of the Vordues to maintain order.”
“I trust you gentlemen will excuse me then,” Queen Porenn said. “No mere woman could ever hope to compete with the Kings of Aloria when it comes to really serious drinking.”
“Of course, Porenn,” Anheg agreed magnanimously. “We’ll even drink your share for you.”
“You’re too kind,” she murmured and withdrew.
Much of the evening that followed was lost in a hazy fog of ale fumes for Garion. He seemed to remember weaving down a corridor with Anheg on one side and Brand on the other. The three of them had their arms about one anothers’ shoulders, and they staggered in a peculiar kind of unison. He also seemed to remember that they were singing. When he was sober, Garion never sang. That night, however, it seemed like the most natural and enjoyable thing in the world.