03 - The Eternal Rose (41 page)

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Kallista watched the nursery servants herd the children away after the chaos some called luncheon. Sky seemed to be fitting in nicely. Meeting Joh and Aisse's son Tigre, just his age, had helped.

She shook her head and turned it to business. “Two things. Send somebody for the embassy's lawyer. We're complaining to the justiciars about those drugged blades. We did get them back home with us, didn't we?"

“The East healer took them,” Obed said. “To give to their truthsayer. She thought it would be better for a neutral party to hold them. I believe she obtained five of the weapons."

“Good thinking. We'll ask Nur Naitan to send one to the justiciars but hold back the rest. Second thing.” Kallista pushed back from the table to pace. “We have Sky back safe with us. I think it's time we presented the en-Kameral with our demand to free the rest of the slaves."

She thought out loud as she paced. “Viyelle, you and—Obed? Or Joh—or hell, both of them—get with Namida Ambassador and come up with a demand to be presented to the en-Kameral. I'd like it done today to present tomorrow. And Vee—” Kallista caught the prinsipella's gaze. “Don't let Namida soften it. It's a
demand
. If they don't release the slaves, we will take them."

“Both of you, then,” Viyelle addressed Obed and Joh.
"Help."
She made a joke of her plea, and chuckling, the men rose from the table to join her.

“My Reinine."

The unexpected voice of a bodyguard just behind her made Kallista jump. She raised an eyebrow in question.

“My Reinine, the embassy guard sends word that justiciars are at the gate with demands."

Her eyebrows went higher and she cocked her head. “What demands, Bodyguard?"

“I do not know, my Reinine. I was not told."

“Well, go back and ask.” Kallista's first inclination was to slam the gate on any hint of Daryathi “justice.” She might do it yet, but with everything else going on, she would at least find out what they wanted first.
Then
she could slam the gate in their faces. “And tell that lawyer to hurry."

The lawyer arrived before the answer did, a tall, lean gray-haired woman in scholarly white. Kallista was in the midst of explaining what she wanted when Jondi Bodyguard returned.

“The justiciars will address their claims only to ‘one Varyl Kallista,’ my Reinine.” The barest bit of sour mimicry crept into Jondi's voice as he repeated the words.

Kallista sighed. “I'm busy. Let them wait. In the street, preferably. I don't want them on embassy soil."

“
Yes,
my Reinine.” Jondi couldn't quite suppress his grin as he went to relay the message.

It took some time before the lawyer had all her questions answered, so that she understood everything. Allanda Vartain was ilias to Namida Ambassador and had studied Daryathi law all the years Namida had been appointed here. Once satisfied, she went with Kallista to the gate. Most of the godmarked trailed along to see what might happen.

Kallista strode up to the iron scrollwork gate that separated the embassy's outer courtyard from the street and stopped, glaring through it at the justiciars on the other side. They looked weary and out of patience. They should be glad the rain had stopped and the air had warmed. Kallista had a none-too-large supply of patience left herself.

“I am Kallista Reinine.” She planted her fists on her hips. “My family name is Varyl. What do you want?"

“You have unauthorized possession of the property in question in Case Varyl Kallista against Habadra Chani, one boy Habadra-ti, also known as Sky im-Varyl.” They pushed a sheaf of papers through to Kallista who handed them to Allanda.

“The presiding justiciars declared Varyl victorious,” Allanda said. “And gave possession of the child Sky to Varyl."

“There has been an appeal. The law states—"

“I don't care what your law states,” Kallista interrupted, so angry she was certain steam rose off her skin. “Sky is
ours
and we will not give him up. Your law—"

“Has no jurisdiction within the Adaran embassy.” Allanda dared to interrupt Kallista. Probably a good thing.

“This is Adaran soil. He is under Adaran law.” She waved the papers. “This appeal claims the trial was invalid because the victors began fighting each other. That does not negate their victory."

“That is a decision for the head court to make. And until that hearing, the property must—"

“The
child
. The son of one of our Adaran Godmarked who was murdered in your city will remain on Adaran soil,” Allanda declared. “We will present our answer in due time, along with proof of a crime committed by Habadra that caused the situation at the end of the trial. The Habadra perverted the course of justice in this matter, and she
is
under Daryathi law."

With a whirl of white robes, Allanda spun and walked away, leaving Kallista to stare after her. She followed, quick as she could gather herself, not wanting to weaken the impression left by the lawyer.

Kallista beckoned to the embassy captain when she reached the inner gate. “I know your forces are stretched thin, but tighten security as much as you can. No one but our people in or out. Don't let any Daryathi through these gates for any reason whatsoever. Get with Captain Kargyll and see what you can do."

“Yes, my Reinine."

When Kallista neared the family quarters, she could hear Namida Ambassador “discussing” with Viyelle and Obed the document to be presented to the en-Kameral. The whole district could likely hear them. So of course, Kallista had to open the door and see what the trouble was. Allanda rolled her eyes and went off to compose her own documents. Fox, Leyja and Aisse had business of their own, but Torchay stayed to join the fun.

Kallista rather liked the stark, two-sentence demand Viyelle came up with. “Release all of the Adaran slaves and the offspring of any Adaran slaves to the Reinine of all Adara. If you do not release them of your own accord with one week of this reading, Adara will take them from you."

Namida, being the diplomat she was, did not approve. She wanted flowery words and euphemisms like “bond servant,” skirting around the target before finally taking aim. Only because Obed agreed that an oblique approach might possibly be more effective did Kallista relent.

It took the rest of the afternoon to hammer out something satisfactory to all. The statement took an unconscionably long time getting there, but it made the same point as Viyelle's original version. Namida took Joh's clean copy off to be copied again for the Reinine's seal. It would be handed over to the en-Kameral after Namida's reading. They had perhaps half a chime left to spend with the children before dinner.

Obed stood behind their new son, stopping the ball when it got past him, which was most every time Omri threw it. Even sitting in Kallista's lap, with her help in the throwing, Omri sent it flying in bizarre directions. Not that it mattered. Sky wasn't any better at the catching, even when the ball came toward him. The boys didn't care. They laughed like lunatics whatever happened. It made Obed laugh too.

The whole family was gathered to play. Torchay had the trio of oldest girls all crowded onto his lap while he read to them. Keldrey made faces at their littlest in Aisse's arms, playing peekaboo. The rest of the family growled and wrestled and chased each other. Playing bears, Obed thought. Joh made a fine bear.

These were the moments he lived for, what he had endured all those years in the skola to have. Aisse watched him over her daughter's head, a familiar look in her eye. She wanted another child. His, or Torchay's. She'd admitted it, made no apology for it. And as Obed put out a foot to stop the ball yet again, he realized that he wanted to give Aisse what she wanted. Because he loved her.

Not the same way he loved Kallista, but the way he loved Aisse. Which was different from the way he loved Viyelle, and the way he loved Leyja, and all the rest of them.

How could he think Kallista was all he had when he was at this moment looking at all his riches? And how could he expect to be the only one she loved when she was not his only love?

But Obed could tell Kallista still worried about what had happened during the trial, when he and Torchay had turned on each other. She wanted to talk, but they didn't have a chance until late, after they had retreated to their sleeping room for the night.

“What happened?” Kallista pulled off her soft-topped boots and tossed them toward the wardrobe. “In the arena. What—"

“The Habadras’ blades were drugged.” Torchay paused, his tunic trapping his arms, only half off. “Weren't they?"

“Yes, but they were drugs, not magic.” Kallista frowned, reasoning her way through what she had seen. “It's possible they were meant to drive you to fight each other, but I don't know how Chani could have predictedthat.Thedrugsmimickednaturalbodilyfunctionstoowell.They interfered with your reasoning power, your control over your emotions. They also caused your heart to race wildly. I think, if you had not stopped when you did, your hearts might have burst from the strain."

“But we did stop.” Obed kissed her forehead. “Our hearts did not burst. You cleaned the drugs from us. We're fine."

“Except for being marked up a bit.” Torchay winked at her.

Kallista didn't wink back, though she knew he wanted it. Their fight worried her too much. “But why did you
start?
Do you really hate each other so much? If the drugs ate away your self-control, then—” She bit her lip, fighting tears. “I can't force you to be together like this if that's how you truly feel."

"No."
Obed's cry came a breath ahead of Torchay's denial. Obed took her in his arms, then opened them to allow Torchay in, to envelop her between them.

“Yes, there is a rivalry between us,” Torchay admitted. “We can't either of us let the other get half a step ahead. In anything. And jealousy—Goddess, I was so sick with it when he had your bed and I didn't. Even after, even now, it makes me sick to think of it. But I couldn't admit it, even to myself, until Obed bashed me over the head with it. I had to be the perfect bodyguard, the perfect ilias."

Obed brushed back Kallista's hair, kissed each of her eyelids. “I was raised to believe that it is possible to love only one other, and that all else is sham. I learned better in Adara, but coming back here ... I forgot what I had learned. And Torchay was so perfect it drove me to madness. What need could you have of me when he can even follow you into the spirit world and bring you back?"

Kallista swallowed down the tears choking her throat. “So I was right. You do hate each other."

"No."
Both of them spoke at once.

“When you took away the drugs,” Obed said, “I threw away my sword. I would not fight. How can I be jealous when I myself love you
and
Aisse and Viyelle and Leyja? How can I say you should not love Torchay?"

“It was the drugs, Kallista.” Torchay turned her to face him. “Just the drugs. When they were gone, I couldn't kill him. Beat that pretty face bloody, perhaps, but no’ kill him."

“Wait. You mean while you were still in the arena?” Kallista twisted so she could see both of them at once. “But the drugs
weren't
gone then. I could barely touch them, much less sweep them away, until you started drinking the water. The water allowed me to start ridding you of them. The healer-naitan discovered it while she took care of Fox."

Torchay lifted an eyebrow as he looked at Obed. “We were still drugged."

“So truly, in your heart of hearts, you do
not
want to kill me,” Obed said thoughtfully.

Torchay's eyes narrowed. “But you want me to."

“I
dare
you to.” Obed's teeth flashed in a wicked smile. “It is not at all the same thing."

Kallista made a disgusted noise. “You sound like my brothersedili."

“But we're no'.” Torchay nuzzled the sensitive spot under her ear. “We're your iliasti.” He kissed her cheek and stepped out of the three-sided embrace. “And now, I'll go see whether Aisse and Leyja have room for a fourth. You two haven't made love alone together since we've been here. I think it's time—"

“No.” Obed grabbed Torchay's wrist. “You are not playing Perfect Reinas again. You haven't been alone with her either."

“Excuse me.” Kallista put her hand up. “When did I become invisible?"

“Never.” Obed leaned forward to kiss her. “You are with us even when you are not."

Kallista felt a shiver of magic along his link as his lips touched hers, made softer, warmer by the scritch of his day's beard surrounding them. She opened to him, deepened the kiss, abandoned herself to the wonder of holding him, kissing him, when she thought she might have lost him forever.

Obed pulled away, left her reaching for him until he turned her round, urged her into Torchay's arms. She didn't need urging. Kallista wrapped her arms around her other ilias, tangled her hands in his tumble of red curls and demanded a matching response to her needy kiss.

“Don't leave me,” she murmured into his mouth. “Don't you ever leave me."

She stretched an arm behind her and caught a handful of Obed's loose black waves to pull him in. “Either one of you. Don't ever scare me like this again."

She leaned backandtwistedtokissObed as Torchay kissedhiswaydown to her breasts. Somehow, by means of all-too-mortal magic, they were in the bed together, naked, while true magic whispered through their links.

“Love me.” Kallista hooked a leg over Torchay's hip, opening herself to him.

“Always. Forever.” He surged inside her with a quiet groan.

Against her back, Obed shifted as if to move away. Kallista clutched at his rough-haired leg. “No. You love me too."

“You know I do,” he breathed into her ear. “Always. Forever."

“Then love me now.” She needed him here with her, a part of her as Torchay was.

“There's no room."

“Then make room.” She said it without quite knowing what she meant by it, knowing only that she needed them both, now.

She sensed the two men exchanging a look past her, then Obed was pushing his way inside her too, stretching her wide, making room for himself as she'd bid him. Magic surged through the link from Torchay, leaving her slick with arousal.