Why did you get me drunk?" I asked. "I'm no rival of yours."
She made a quick, sharp gesture of negation. A diamond on her finger sparkled like spilled tears, and I realized her fingers were trembling.
"It's true," I said, watching her bury her hands in the folds of her skirts. "What little you know of me ought to make one thing plain: I don't lie. That is, I don't do it very well. I don't fault you for ambition. That would be mighty two-faced when my brother and I plotted half our lives to take the crown from Galdran. Our reasons might be different, but who's to fault that? Not me. I gave that over last year. As for Savona--"
"Don't," she said.
"Why?" I demanded. "Can't you see he's just flirting with me? I don't know much of romance--well, nothing, if you only count experience--but I have noticed certain things, and one is that in a courtship, the two people endeavor to get to know one another." Again I had that sensation of something important hovering just out of my awareness, but when I paused, frowning--trying to perceive it--my thoughts just scattered.
"I think," she said, "you are being a trifle too disingenuous."
I sighed. "Humor me by pretending I am sincere. You know Savona. Can't you see him making me popular just to…well, prove a point?" I faltered at the words Not that the meaning escaped her, for I saw its impact in the sudden color ridging her lovely cheeks. Her lips were pressed in a thin line. "I could…almost…believe you had I not had your name dinned in my ear through a succession of seasons. Your gallantry in facing Galdran before the Court. The Astiar bravery in taking on Galdran's army with nothing but a rabble of half-trained villagers on behalf of the rest of the kingdom. Your running almost the length of the kingdom with a broken foot and successfully evading Debegri's and Vidanric's warriors. The duel-to-the-death with Galdran."
I had to laugh, which I saw at once was a mistake. But I couldn't stop, not until I saw the common omission in all of this: my disastrous encounters with Shevraeth. Had he spoken about my defeats, surely this angry young lady would have nosed it all out--and it was apparent she'd have no compunction about flinging it in my teeth.
No. For some incomprehensible reason, he hadn't talked about any of it.
This realization sobered me, and I gulped in a deep, shaky breath.
Tamara's grimness had given way to an odd expression, part anger, part puzzlement. "You will tell me that your heroism if all lies?" she asked.
"No," I said. "But it's--well, different. Look, if you really want to hear my story, we can sit down and I'll tell you everything, from how I ran about barefoot and illiterate in the mountains joyfully planning our easy takeover, right down to how Galdran knocked me clean out of my saddle after I warded a single blow and nearly lost my arm in doing it. I think he attacked me because I was the weakest--it's the only reason that makes sense to me. As for the rest--" I shrugged. "Some of it was wrong decisions made for the right reasons, and a little of it was right decisions made for the wrong reasons; but most of what I did was wrong decisions for the wrong reasons. That's the plain truth.
She made a quick, sharp gesture of negation. A diamond on her finger sparkled like spilled tears, and I realized her fingers were trembling.
"It's true," I said, watching her bury her hands in the folds of her skirts. "What little you know of me ought to make one thing plain: I don't lie. That is, I don't do it very well. I don't fault you for ambition. That would be mighty two-faced when my brother and I plotted half our lives to take the crown from Galdran. Our reasons might be different, but who's to fault that? Not me. I gave that over last year. As for Savona--"
"Don't," she said.
"Why?" I demanded. "Can't you see he's just flirting with me? I don't know much of romance--well, nothing, if you only count experience--but I have noticed certain things, and one is that in a courtship, the two people endeavor to get to know one another." Again I had that sensation of something important hovering just out of my awareness, but when I paused, frowning--trying to perceive it--my thoughts just scattered.
"I think," she said, "you are being a trifle too disingenuous."
I sighed. "Humor me by pretending I am sincere. You know Savona. Can't you see him making me popular just to…well, prove a point?" I faltered at the words Not that the meaning escaped her, for I saw its impact in the sudden color ridging her lovely cheeks. Her lips were pressed in a thin line. "I could…almost…believe you had I not had your name dinned in my ear through a succession of seasons. Your gallantry in facing Galdran before the Court. The Astiar bravery in taking on Galdran's army with nothing but a rabble of half-trained villagers on behalf of the rest of the kingdom. Your running almost the length of the kingdom with a broken foot and successfully evading Debegri's and Vidanric's warriors. The duel-to-the-death with Galdran."
I had to laugh, which I saw at once was a mistake. But I couldn't stop, not until I saw the common omission in all of this: my disastrous encounters with Shevraeth. Had he spoken about my defeats, surely this angry young lady would have nosed it all out--and it was apparent she'd have no compunction about flinging it in my teeth.
No. For some incomprehensible reason, he hadn't talked about any of it.
This realization sobered me, and I gulped in a deep, shaky breath.
Tamara's grimness had given way to an odd expression, part anger, part puzzlement. "You will tell me that your heroism if all lies?" she asked.
"No," I said. "But it's--well, different. Look, if you really want to hear my story, we can sit down and I'll tell you everything, from how I ran about barefoot and illiterate in the mountains joyfully planning our easy takeover, right down to how Galdran knocked me clean out of my saddle after I warded a single blow and nearly lost my arm in doing it. I think he attacked me because I was the weakest--it's the only reason that makes sense to me. As for the rest--" I shrugged. "Some of it was wrong decisions made for the right reasons, and a little of it was right decisions made for the wrong reasons; but most of what I did was wrong decisions for the wrong reasons. That's the plain truth.
( Sherwood Smith )
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