“You’re kidding.”
He took it into his hands, examined the sheath, turned it over many times. Then he drew it partway, and it hissed again and sparks danced along its tracery and a bit of smoke drifted upward from it.
“It really is!” he said. “Werewindle, the Daysword-brother to the Nightblade, Grayswandir!”
“What’s that?” I said. “I didn’t know there was any connection.”
“I’d have to think hard to remember the full story, but they go back a long way. Thank you.”
He turned and took several paces, slapping the weapon against his thigh as he walked. Abruptly he returned.
“I’ve been had,” he said. “That woman has done it again, and I am peeved to the extreme. I don’t know how to handle this.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“My mother,” he explained. “She’s done it again. Just when I thought I’d taken the reins and was riding my own course, she’s come along and messed up my life.”
“How’d she do that?”
“She hired Dalt and his boys to take over here.”
“Yeah, we sort of figured that out. By the way, what happened to Arkans?”
“Oh, he’s okay. I’ve got him under arrest, of course. But he’s in good quarters and he can have anything he wants. I wouldn’t hurt him. I always kind of liked the guy “
“So what’s the problem? You win. You’ve got your own kingdom now.”
“Hell,” he said, then glanced furtively toward the sanctum. “I think I was conned, but I’m not exactly sure. See, I never wanted this job. Dalt told me we were taking over for Mom. I was coming in with him to establish order, claim the place for the family again, then welcome her back with a lot of pomp and crap. I figured once she had her throne back, she’d be off my case for good. I’d hit it out of here for more congenial turf, and she’d have a whole kingdom to occupy her attention. Nothing was said about me getting stuck with this lousy job.”
I shook my head.
“I don’t understand at all,” I said. “You got it for her. Why not just turn it over to her and do as you planned?”
He gave a humorless laugh.
“Arkans they liked,” he said. “Me they like. Mom they’re not so fond of. Nobody seems that enthusiastic about having her back. In fact, there were strong indications that if she tried it, there would indeed be a coup-coup.”
“I suppose you could still step aside and give it to Arkans.”
Luke punched the stone wall.
“I don’t know whether she’d be madder at me or at herself for having paid Daft as much as she did to throw Arkans out. But she’d tell me it’s my duty to do it, and I don’t know-maybe it is. What do you think?”
“That’s a hard one to answer, Luke. Who do you think would do a better job, you or Arkans?”
“I honestly don’t know. He’s had a lot of experience in government, but I did grow up here, and I do know how the place is run and how to get things done. The only thing I’m sure of is that either of us would be better at it than Mom.”
I folded my arms, and I thought hard.
“I can’t make this decision for you,” I said. “But tell me, what would you most like to do?”
He chuckled.
“You know I’ve always been a salesman. If I were going to stick around and do something for Kashfa. I’d rather represent her industries abroad, which would be sort of undignified for a monarch. Probably what I’d be best at, though. I don’t know.”
“It’s a problem and a half, Luke. I don’t want the responsibility of telling you which way to go.”
“If I’d known it was going to come to this, I’d have smeared Dalt back in Arden.”
“You really think you could take him?”
“Believe it,” he said.
“Well, that doesn’t solve your present problem.”
“True. I’ve a strong feeling I may have to go through with this.”
The woman up front glanced our way several times. I guess we were talking kind of loud for the surroundings.