Well, if he wants to be king, he'll just plain have to get used to questions and toadies and all the rest of it," I said. Remembering the conversation at dinner and wondering if I'd made an idiot of myself, I added crossly, "I don't have any sympathy at all. In fact, I wish he hadn't come up here. If he needed rest from the fatigue of taking over a kingdom, why couldn't he go to that fabulous palace in Renselaeus? Or to Shevraeth, which I'll just bet has an equally fabulous palace?"
Nee sighed. "Is that a rhetorical or a real question?"
"Real. And I don't want to ask Bran because he's so likely to hop out with my question when we're all together and fry me with embarrassment," I finished bitterly.
She gave a sympathetic grin. "Well, I suspect it's to present a united front, politically speaking. You haven't been to Court, so you don't quite comprehend how much you and your brother have become heroes--symbols--to the kingdom. Especially you, which is why there were some murmurs and speculations when you never came to the capital."
I shook my head. "Symbol for failure, maybe. didn't win--Shevraeth did."
She gave me an odd look midway between surprise and curiosity. "But to return to your question, Vidanric's tendency to keep his own counsel ought to be reassuring as far as people hopping out with embarrassing words are concerned. If I were you--and I know it's so much easier to give advice than to follow it--I'd sit down with him, when no one else is at hand, and talk it out."
Just the thought of seeking him out for a private talk made me shudder. "I'd rather walk down the mountain in shoes full of snails." It was Nee's turn to shudder. "Life! I'd rather do almost anything than --"
A "Ho!" outside the door interrupted her.
Bran carelessly flung the tapestry aside and sauntered in. "There y'are, Nee. Come out on the balcony with me? It's actually nice out, and we've got both moons up." He extended his hand.
Nee looked over at me as she slid her hand into his. "Want to come?"
I looked at those clasped hands, then away. "No, thanks," I said airily. "I think I'll practice my fan, then read myself to sleep. Good night."
They went out, Bran's hand sliding round her waist. The tapestry dropped into place on Nee's soft laugh.
I got up and moved to my window, staring out at the stars.
It seemed an utter mystery to me how Bran and Nimiar enjoyed looking at each other. Touching each other. Even the practical Oria, I realized--the friend who told me once that things were more interesting than people--had freely admitted to liking flirting.
How does that happen? I shook my head, thinking that it would never happen to me. Did I want it to?
Suddenly I was restless and the castle was too confining.
Within the space of a few breaths I had gotten rid of my civilized clothing and soft shoes and had pulled my worn, patched tunic, trousers, and tough old mocs from the trunk in the corner.
I slipped out of my room and down the stair without anyone seeing me, and before the moons had traveled the space of a hand across the sky, I was riding along the silver-lit trails with the wind in my hair and the distant harps of the Hill Folk singing forlornly on the mountaintops.
Nee sighed. "Is that a rhetorical or a real question?"
"Real. And I don't want to ask Bran because he's so likely to hop out with my question when we're all together and fry me with embarrassment," I finished bitterly.
She gave a sympathetic grin. "Well, I suspect it's to present a united front, politically speaking. You haven't been to Court, so you don't quite comprehend how much you and your brother have become heroes--symbols--to the kingdom. Especially you, which is why there were some murmurs and speculations when you never came to the capital."
I shook my head. "Symbol for failure, maybe. didn't win--Shevraeth did."
She gave me an odd look midway between surprise and curiosity. "But to return to your question, Vidanric's tendency to keep his own counsel ought to be reassuring as far as people hopping out with embarrassing words are concerned. If I were you--and I know it's so much easier to give advice than to follow it--I'd sit down with him, when no one else is at hand, and talk it out."
Just the thought of seeking him out for a private talk made me shudder. "I'd rather walk down the mountain in shoes full of snails." It was Nee's turn to shudder. "Life! I'd rather do almost anything than --"
A "Ho!" outside the door interrupted her.
Bran carelessly flung the tapestry aside and sauntered in. "There y'are, Nee. Come out on the balcony with me? It's actually nice out, and we've got both moons up." He extended his hand.
Nee looked over at me as she slid her hand into his. "Want to come?"
I looked at those clasped hands, then away. "No, thanks," I said airily. "I think I'll practice my fan, then read myself to sleep. Good night."
They went out, Bran's hand sliding round her waist. The tapestry dropped into place on Nee's soft laugh.
I got up and moved to my window, staring out at the stars.
It seemed an utter mystery to me how Bran and Nimiar enjoyed looking at each other. Touching each other. Even the practical Oria, I realized--the friend who told me once that things were more interesting than people--had freely admitted to liking flirting.
How does that happen? I shook my head, thinking that it would never happen to me. Did I want it to?
Suddenly I was restless and the castle was too confining.
Within the space of a few breaths I had gotten rid of my civilized clothing and soft shoes and had pulled my worn, patched tunic, trousers, and tough old mocs from the trunk in the corner.
I slipped out of my room and down the stair without anyone seeing me, and before the moons had traveled the space of a hand across the sky, I was riding along the silver-lit trails with the wind in my hair and the distant harps of the Hill Folk singing forlornly on the mountaintops.
( Sherwood Smith )
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