Robinton felt a tug on his sleeve and was surprised to see Pessia at his side, and, beyond her, the gaggle of Sucho, Tortole, Valrol and Klada, who peered out from behind the protective bulk of her father until Robinton’s eyes fell on her, and she ducked away.
“Good Gather day to you, Lord Melongel,” Pessia said with a polite jerk of her head, and then she looked right back at Robinton, a proud if shy smile on her face. “You did a great deal for us, and especially Saday. This is for you and your spouse.” She threw a cloth-wrapped parcel at him and, before he could prevent her, ran off, the others following like leaves blown from a tree in a high wind.
“Your wall folk?” Melongel asked.
“Yes.” Robinton tried to see in which direction they had run, but there were too many people milling around and, despite his advantage of height, he couldn’t find them.
At Melongel’s gesture, he unwrapped the parcel as gatherers politely skirted the two stationary men.
The cloth was new, the smell of the dye acrid, and when he had
removed it he gasped as he held up the wooden bowl.
“Elegant!” Melongel said. “Truly elegant.”
They both examined it with their fingers, feeling the thin, smooth wall and then discovering the band of tiny flowers which ringed the top, so perfectly done that they seemed to blossom from
the wood rather than having been carved from it.
“A beautiful gift, Harper. And deserved.”
Then Melongel touched Robinton’s sleeve and indicated that they should proceed. They were not far from the Court Hall and the knots of anxious men and women looking their way. Carefully re-wrapping his gift, Robinton matched strides with the shorter-legged Lord Holder, and they were soon being smiled into the building by those they would shortly be judging.
Good fortune seemed to favour Robinton that day. They were hearing the representations and alibis of a holder who had been delinquent in managing his fields and cot when a messenger slipped in and handed Lord Melongel a message. He read it, gave a sniff and then, with a slight grin on his face, handed it over to the harper to read.
“You may leave. Other duties take precedence,” Melongel murmured.
Reading the note, Robinton wasn’t at all sure if he should take the excuse to leave. The message told him that F’lon had arrived with Holder Bourdon and his spouse, Brashia, who were awaiting him in Juvana’s apartment. He dreaded meeting Kasia’s parents far more than he dreaded being bored by the court proceedings. When he did not immediately rise, Melongel gave him a stern look. And so he pushed back his chair, nodded to Minnarden and to the faltering holder, and left.
The first thing he saw outside the Court Hall was everyone looking up at the Hold heights and pointing out the bronze dragon settling himself in the sun. Like rider, like dragon, Robinton thought as Simanith made quite a show of extending his gleaming wings before, with a smart crack of the tips, he folded them to his back and sprawled, his shorter front legs overlapping the edge.
F’lon was lounging against the front entrance to the Hold and grinned as he saw the harper hurrying towards him.
“I brought them safely here,” he said, slapping Robinton on the shoulder and then holding him off to inspect the new clothing.
F’lon whistled and his amber eyes gleamed with mischief.
“Someone’s taught you a thing or two. The lovely Kasia, perhaps?”
“I’m well able to choose my own clothes,” Robinton said. Then he asked in a lower voice, as F’lon hurried him into the Hold, “Why did you have to bring them here so early?”
“Early? It’s not early by my time, lad. Don’t worry. I’ll see that they don’t rough you up.”
When Robinton started to cross the hall to the stairs, F’lon neatly hauled him in another direction.
“This way,” he said, and then pushed Robinton towards the side room which served as a private interview chamber. “And here he is,” F’lon announced triumphantly, pausing at the threshold to let Robinton enter on his own.
“Ah, Robinton,” Juvana said, rising to greet him and bring him towards her mother and father who were seated on the high-backed couch.