A storm came and went behind her eyes. Then, for the first time, she looked vulnerable.
“I lost him because of that …,” she said.
Then the moment was gone. The hardness returned.
“I had not finished my wine,” she said then, reseating herself.
“I’ll get you another glass,” I told her.
“And is that a mirror on the table?”
CHAPTER 11
I waited till she was finished primping, glancing out of the window at the snow and surreptitiously trying again to reach Coral or Luke while my back was turned to her.
No luck, though. When she put down the comb and brush she’d borrowed from me and laid the mirror beside them, I gathered she’d finished organizing her thoughts as well as her hair and was ready to talk again. I turned back slowly and strolled over.
We studied each other while practicing expressionlessness, then she asked, “Is anyone else in Amber aware that you have awakened me?”
“No,” I replied.
“Good. That means I’ve a chance of leaving here alive. Presumably, you want my assistance against Mask and this Jurt?”
“Yes. “
“Exactly what sort of help do you desire, and what are you prepared to pay for it?”
“I intend to penetrate the Keep and neutralize Mask and Jurt,” I said.
“’Neutralize’? That’s one of those little euphemisms for ‘kill,’ isn’t it?”
“I suppose so,” I replied.
“Amber has never been noted for its squeamishness,” she said. “You have been exposed to too much American journalism. So, you are aware of my familiarity with the Keep, and you want my help in killing the two of them. Correct?”
I nodded.
“Rinaldo has told me that if we were to arrive too late and Jurt had already undergone the transformational ritual, you might know a way to use that same power against him,” I explained.
“He’d gotten further into those notes than I’d realized,” she said. “I am going to have to be frank with you then, since our lives may depend on it: Yes, there is such a technique. But no, it won’t be of any help to us. Some preparations are required to turn the power to such an end. It is not something I could simply reach out and do at a moment’s notice.”
Mandor cleared his throat.
“I’d rather not see Jurt dead,” he stated, “if there’s a possibility I could take him back to the Courts as a prisoner. He could be disciplined. There might be a way of neutralizing him without really … neutralizing him, as you put it.”
“And if there isn’t?” I asked.
“Then I’ll help you to kill him,” he said. “I have no illusions about him, but I feel obliged to try something. I’m afraid that the news of his death could push our father over the edge.”
I looked away. He could be right, and even though old Sawall’s death would mean his own succession to the title and control of considerable holdings, I was certain he was not anxious to acquire them at that price.”
“I understand,” I said. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“So give me a chance to subdue him. If I fail, I’ll join you in whatever must be done.”
“Agreed,” I said, watching to see how Jasra was taking this.
She was studying us, a curious expression on her face.
“’Our father’?” she said.
“Yes,” I replied. “I wasn’t going to mention that, but since it got out, Jurt’s our younger brother.”
Her eyes were alight now, at the scent of connivance.
“This is a family power struggle, isn’t it?” she asked.
“I suppose you could put it that way,” I said.
“Not really,” Mandor said.
“And yours is an important family in the Courts?”
Mandor shrugged. So did I. I’d a feeling she was trying to figure a way to cash in on that end of it, too, and I decided to stonewall her.
“We were discussing the task at hand,” I said. “I want to take us in there and accept Mask’s challenge. We stop Jurt if he gets in the way and give him to Mandor. If it is impossible simply to subdue him, we go the rest of the way. Are you with us?”