Polgara,’ he chided gently. ‘Before I forget again, I’m Kamion, an
incipient baron – just as soon as my childless uncle dies. Where were
we?’
I’ll confess that I liked him. His approach had some genuine
originality, and his little-boy manner was appealing. I realized at
that point that this whole business might just be a bit more
challenging than I’d expected. Not all of my suitors were freshly weaned
puppies. Some of them even had brains. That was rather refreshing.
After all, if you’ve seen one furiously wagging tail, you’ve seen
them all. I actually experienced a slight twinge of disappointment
when the swarming suitors swept Kamion away.
The platitudes came thick and fast after that, but nobody chose
to talk about the weather for some reason.
The Rivan girls grew sulkier and sulkier, and just to tweak them
a little more I dispensed a number of dazzlingly regal smiles. My
suitors found those smiles absolutely enchanting; the girls didn’t.
The afternoon progressed in a very satisfactory way, and then the
musicians – lutanists for the most part – struck up a new tune,
and a thin, weedy young man dressed all in black and wearing a
studiously melancholy expression pushed his way forward. ‘Would
you care to dance, Lady Polgara?’ he asked me in a broken-hearted
tone. He bowed. ‘Permit me to introduce myself. I’m Merot the poet,
and I might be able to compose a sonnet for you while we dance.’
‘I’m very sorry, my lord Merot,’ I replied, ‘but I’ve lived in
isolation, so I don’t really know how to dance.’ It wasn’t true, of course.
Beldaran and I had been inventing dances since we were children,
but I was fairly certain that the rhythm of a meadowlark’s song
might be just a little difficult for this self-proclaimed poet to
comprehend.
Merot was obviously a poseur, but so were most of the others.
He seemed to think that his carefully manicured short black beard
and tragic expression made him irresistible to all the girls. I didn’t
have too much trouble resisting him, though. Maybe it was his
rancid breath that made me keep my distance.
‘Ah,’ he responded to my confession of terpsichorean ineptitude,
what a pity.’ Then his gloomy eyes brightened. ‘I could give you
private lessons, if you’d like.’
‘We might discuss that sometime,’ I parried, still staying back
from that foul breath.
‘Might I offer you a poem then?’ he suggested.
‘That would be nice.’
What a mistake that was! Merot assumed an oratorical stance and
began to recite in a tediously slow manner with that gloomy voice
of his. He spoke as if the fate of the universe hung on his every word.
I didn’t notice the sun darken, though, or feel any earthquakes.
He went on and on and on, and his pose as a poet was much, much
better than his actual verse. Of course I wasn’t really acquainted with
poetry at that stage of my life, but it seemed to me that lingering
lovingly over every single syllable is not really the best way to keep
the attention of your audience. At first I found him tedious. Tedious
descended rather rapidly into boring, and boring disintegrated into
near despair. I rather theatrically rolled my eyes upward. Several
of my suitors caught the hint immediately and moved in to rescue
me.
Merot was still standing in the same place reciting as the crowd
flowed away from him. He might have loved me, but he obviously
loved himself more.
The other ladies in the room were growing increasingly
discontented, I noticed. Despite their fairly obvious expressions of
invitation, the dance floor remained deserted. My suitors evidently
didn’t want to be distracted. Quite a few of the ladies pled headaches
and quietly left the room. It might have been my imagination, but
after they left I seemed to hear a gnawing sound – a sound that was
remarkably like the sound of someone eating her own liver. There
was a certain musical quality about that to my ears.
Then, as evening began to descend upon the Isle of the Winds,
Taygon came up to join me. Taygon did not have to elbow his way
through the crowd. Everybody got out of his way. He was big. He
was burly. He was garbed in chain mail, He had a huge blond beard.
He wore a sword. ‘Lady Polgara!’ he said in a booming voice, ‘I’ve
been looking for you!’
That was ominous. ‘I’m Taygon the Warrior. I’m sure you’ve
heard of me. My deeds are renowned throughout the length and
breadth of Aloria.’
‘I’m terribly sorry, Lord Taygon,’ I apologized in mock confusion.
‘I grew up in almost total isolation, so I don’t really know what’s
going on in the world – besides, I’m just a silly girl.’
‘I’ll kill any man who says so!’ He glared at the others
threateningly.
How on earth was I going to deal with this barbarian? Then I
made a mistake – one of several that day. ‘Ah -‘ I floundered, ‘since
I’ve been so out of touch, I’d be enthralled to hear of some of your
exploits.’
Please be a little more forgiving. I was an absolute novice that day,
after all.
‘My pleasure, Lady Polgara.’ It might have been his pleasure, but it
certainly wasn’t mine. Did he have to be so graphic? As he spoke, I
suddenly found myself awash in a sea of blood and looking out at
an entire mountain range of loose brains. Brightly colored entrails
snarled around my feet, and disconnected extremities floated by
twitching.
It was only by a supreme act of will that I was able to keep from
throwing up all over the front of his chain-mail shirt.
Then dear, dear Kamion rescued me. ‘Excuse me, Sir Taygon, but
Lady Polgara’s sister, our future queen, requires her presence. I
know that we’ll all be made desolate by her absence, but a royal
command cannot be disobeyed. I’m certain that a warrior of your
vast experience can understand the importance of obeying orders.’
‘Oh, of course, Kamion,’Taygon replied automatically. He bowed
clumsily to me. ‘You must hurry, Lady Polgara. We mustn’t keep
the Queen waiting.’
I curtsied to him, not trusting myself to answer. Then Kamion
took my elbow and guided me away.
‘When you come back,’ Taygon called after me, ‘I’ll tell you about
how I disemboweled an offensive Arend.’
‘I can hardly wait,’ I said rather weakly over my shoulder.
‘Do you really want to hear about it, my Lady?’ Kamion murmured
to me.
‘Frankly, my dear Kamion, I’d sooner take poison.’
He laughed. ‘I rather thought you might feel that way about it.
Your face was definitely taking on a slight greenish cast there toward
the end.’
Oh, Kamion was smooth. I began to admire him almost in spite
of myself.
‘Well?’ my sister asked when I rejoined her, ‘how was it?’
‘Just wonderful!’ I replied exultantly. ‘They were all smitten with
me. I was the absolute center of attention.’
‘You’ve got a cruel streak in you, Polgara.
,What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘I’ve been cooped up in here all afternoon, and you’ve come back
to rub my nose in all your conquests.’
,Would I do that?’ I asked her archly.
‘Of course you would. I can see you absolutely running through
the halls to get back so that you could gloat.’ Then she laughed.
,I’m sorry, Pol. I couldn’t resist that.’
‘You’re above all that now, Beldaran,’ I told her. ‘You’ve already
caught the man you want. I’m still fishing.’
‘I’m not sure that I’m the one who really caught him. There were
a lot of other people involved in that fishing trip, too: Aldur, father
– mother, too, probably. The notion of an arranged marriage is just
a little humiliating.’
‘You do love Riva, don’t you?’
‘Of course. It’s humiliating all the same. All right, tell me what
happened. I want every single detail.’
I described my afternoon, and my sister and I spent a great deal
of our time laughing. Even as I had, Beldaran particularly enjoyed
the reaction of the Rivan girls.
That afternoon was my last unsupervised excursion into the
untamed jungle of the adolescent mating ritual. From then on, father
sat scowling in a spot where everybody could see him. It wasn’t
really necessary, of course, but there was no way that father could
know that mother was already keeping an eye on me. His presence
did set certain limits on the enthusiasm of my suitors, and I was of
two minds about that. None of my suitors were likely to go too far
with him sitting there, but I was fairly sure that I could take care
of myself, and father’s insistence on being present robbed me of the
chance to find out if I could.
For some reason Kamion made father particularly nervous, and
I couldn’t understand exactly why. Kamion had exquisite manners,
and he never once did anything at all offensive. Why did my aged