WayFarer (13 page)

A gray day dawned, sending dull light across her bed to wake her, for none had closed the hangings or shutters the night before. She stirred and lifted her head from her pillow with a groan. Now she had found sleep, she longed only to forget herself in its rest. But, although weary, she couldn’t surrender to its embrace again. Sitting, she blinked to comfort her aching eyes.

A grating at the latch alerted her. Someone entered her outer chamber. She did not call out, but waited. Through the open connecting doorway, Caerla swept into the inner chamber, her erect posture a reminder of Mother’s. With her unbound hair frizzing about her and her eyes wild, she looked almost like a madwoman. From the foot of the bed, she glared down upon Aewen. “Are you content now? You have destroyed all my chances!”

Aewen stared back at Caerla, not sure how to respond.

“Have you nothing to say for yourself?” Caerla’s volume raised a notch.

“What can I say? You are right. Your fate is linked to mine. Why should we bind ourselves to a form without substance? Why should it matter which sister marries first? And yet, once in times past and for reasons now lost to us, it did.” New tears gathered in her eyes. “I would not harm you for anything, my sister, but it seems I have.”

Caerla’s tawny eyes glinted. “Do not call me s
ister
. You had everything
I
could want and you despised it. You drove from my life the only man I will ever love.” Silent tears slid down her face. “Raefe and his father left at dawn. They couldn’t get away from here soon enough.”

“You make no sense, Caerla. How can you reproach me for not wanting the man
you
love?” She just stopped herself from giving her opinion of Raefe’s worthiness of Caerla’s love.

“If you had married him, I might have spent time with Raefe as a sister, at least. Now I’ll never see him again.” Wrenching sobs wracked her.

Aewen wished she could comfort her sister. “What a wretched life that would be.”

“Don’t talk to me about my wretched life!” Caerla flew at her, hands curved into claws.

She caught her sister’s hands and struggled against the sudden strength that possessed Caerla, enduring pain as her sleeves fell back and fingernails rode paths down her arms. And then the fight went out of Caerla, and she dissolved into tears. Aewen held her slender body in an awkward embrace, but her sister pulled away. “I’ve made up my mind. I will take my vow of celibacy.”

“Mother will not allow it.”

Caerla arched an eyebrow. “You think she will not?”

Aewen fell silent as she rubbed the stinging scratch marks on her arms. She was not sure of anything anymore.

****

Cobbleford Castle stood against a pewter sky that gathered clouds to hide the sun. It seemed fitting to Elcon that such a day as this should dawn overcast and cold. At the clack of hooves on stone, he turned. The grass of the outer bailey glowed green against the cobblestone path where Craelin and Kai, already mounted, waited beside Raeld.

Craelin squinted at him. “Ready?”

He leaped to Raeld’s back, taken by the urgent desire to be quit of this place of shattered dreams.

“Halt!”
Four of the garrison watchguards approached, two armed with swords that clanked at their sides and two with bows slung across their backs.

Elcon’s hand went to the hilt of his sword.

Kai and Craelin rode to position themselves between the guards and Elcon.

“What business have you with Lof Shraen Elcon?” Craelin called a challenge.

“King Euryon requires the Lof Shraen’s presence in his meeting chamber.” As the group reached them, one of the swordsmen answered.

“Name the king’s business.” Craelin demanded.

Silence. One of the guards shifted, the leather of his armor creaking. “We cannot.”

Elcon dismounted. “Never mind. For good or ill, I’ll go to Euryon.”

Craelin and Kai dismounted as well but the swordsman who had spoken stood in their way. “King Euryon asks only for Elcon.”

Craelin jutted out his chin and drew breath.

“I’ll present myself alone.” Elcon said before Craelin could speak.

When Elcon entered with the watchguards Euryon looked up from the head of a long table of reddish kaba
wood.

Elcon inclined his head in greeting.

Euryon did not return the gesture of respect, although he waved to dismiss the guards. He sent Elcon a piercing look. “Sit near me.”

Elcon obeyed.

“Raefe and Devlon departed for Darksea early today.”

He waited.

“I tried—” Euryon cleared his throat. “I tried to persuade Raefe to keep silence about what he—about last night. He’s bitter, though, and he promised me he would not.” He hesitated. “I’ve spoken with Inydde. We’ve reached a decision.” His voice strengthened. “You don’t deserve her, but you may take Aewen to wife if she will have you. Her reputation is in ruins. She can no longer hope for a husband among the Elder. She will only suffer if she remains in Westerland, and we must think of Caerla. As you may know, among our people a younger sister cannot wed before the older. We can only hope that, with Aewen gone from Westerland, Caerla might someday rise above her sister’s shame.”

“I’ll wed Aewen with gladness.”

“You will take her with you to Rivenn, to your people, and marry her there. That is best, under the circumstances.”

Elcon frowned. It was too late for his peace-making visit to succeed now. He’d given little thought to what he’d lost in winning Aewen and even less to the reaction of his own people to his marrying an Elder princess. He pushed away the doubt that nagged him. “As you say. She will return with me to Torindan, where I will make her Queen of Rivenn and High Queen of Faeraven.”

Euryon pierced Elcon with a glare. “Mind that you do.” He pushed to his feet and, uncurling one fisted hand, gripped Elcon’s a little too tightly. “Aewen waits to receive you in the queen’s parlor.”

Aewen stood with her back to the door but turned as he entered. Limned in light from the tall window, dressed in blue silk, and with one long plait falling across her shoulder, she looked beautiful. “I thought never to see you again.”

He took a step toward her, and she met him. She felt fragile in his arms. They stood locked together as he savored her nearness. At last he drew back to look at her. “To think I almost lost you.”

At the glint of tears in her eyes, he pulled her to him again and spoke against her hair. “Your father has given us permission to marry.”

“I know. Mother told me.” She twined her arms about his neck and lifted her face as if for a kiss.

“Then…you will?”

She drew away this time, and he saw that she smiled. “I will, Elcon, with pleasure.”

He caught the contagion of her smile but schooled his features. “Will you come with me to Torindan? Will you reign with me?”

Her face sobered, and she looked away. “My people will reject me now, Elcon. But will yours accept me?”

He tilted her face. “They will love you as I do.” As he lowered his head to kiss her, he pushed away his lingering doubts.

Part Two: The Elder Queen

13

Restoration

Hiding her surprise, Aewen backed into her outer chamber to allow her father entrance. The scratch on her door had sounded timid, as if not made by a king.

Father flicked a glance about the chamber. “Does a princess of Westerland now answer doors? Where is your maid?”

Tears thickened her throat. “Murial has left my service.” She would say nothing in complaint on her last morning at Cobbleford.

“Then I will instruct your mother to send a replacement.”

“Thank you, Father.”

“Any child of mine will make a good impression wherever she goes.” Although he spoke in a gruff voice, his eyes looked suspiciously bright.

Aewen squelched a rueful smile. Her father hadn’t added “even amongst the Kindren,” but from his sour expression, he might as well have. “Yes, Father.”

“Well, then…” He cleared his throat. “Have a pleasant journey with joy at its end.” He walked toward the door for all the world as if she departed for a social engagement and would return later that day.

“Father?” Her voice shook. As he spun around, she flung herself into his arms.

He patted her back like he had in childhood after she’d scraped her knee. “There, there.”

After the storm of weeping passed, Aewen straightened and dashed her tears away. “Promise me we will see one another again.”

“Now you’ve dampened my surcoat.”

“Promise me.”

He sighed. “You ask something not in my power to give, Aewen. Age creeps upon me, and you go to a new life in a land where you may not even remember you have a father.”

Her smile was tender. “Don’t think you are so easily forgotten.”

He cupped her chin. “Nor are you, my daughter.”

“If I did not love Elcon, I would wish I didn’t have to go.”

“Children must wing away from the nest.”

“I’ve failed our family.”

His face reddened so much she wished she had not spoken. “None more than yourself. Godspeed.”

He walked quickly from the room, leaving the door open behind him.

“Goodbye Father.”

****

Curiously disconnected from her body, as if she had thinned to become a spirit, Aewen floated toward Elcon. He waited for her inside the gatehouse near his guardians astride their wingabeasts Raeld, saddled and laden, stirred beside him. Although the dimness of early morning would obscure Aewen’s identity from a chance observer, she still wore a dark cloak with the hood up. The maid supplied to her wore similar garb and followed behind bearing only a few satchels. So little.

Elcon offered a hand to her, looking so handsome she almost forgot her sorrow. Almost.

“My love, why do you hesitate?”

She blinked away tears. “Mother and Caerla remain absent, even now. I might have sought them myself, but my new maid warned that I should not. I didn’t have the heart to inquire further.”

Elcon’s jaw firmed. “If only I could bear your pain. Perhaps we can return to Cobbleford after matters settle.”

She attempted a smile, for his sake. “Yes.”

“Come, I’m eager to carry you away.”

He lifted her onto his wingabeast, and she gathered the folds of her cloak so they wouldn’t billow in the wind of their flight. Mother had arranged for them to depart in the early morning when few would be about and had sent the plain woolen cloaks. She must still cling to the delusional hope that she could keep Aewen’s shame a secret.

Kai dismounted to take the satchels from her maid and passed them to Craelin. As he attempted to lift her onto his wingabeast, however, she backed, wringing her hands and weeping.

“What’s this?” Aewen called. “Why do you carry on so?”

Rushing to Aewen, the maid clung to her leg and lifted a tear-streaked face. “I don’t care if milady beats me. I won’t go to the Kindren lands.”

She was little more than a child and probably still lived with her mother. Why should the innocent bear the burden of the guilty? Surely there were maids at Torindan. “Hush now, I won’t make you go.”

The maid caught her hand and kissed it. “Thank you. May God protect you, princess.” She stumbled away, and then ran through the archway into the outer bailey. With a shake of his head, Kai mounted his wingabeast. Elcon vaulted into position before Aewen, and they passed beneath the raised portcullis.

As they emerged from the gatehouse, a cloaked beggar woman lurched into their path, and Raeld reared.

As Elcon reined in Raeld, Craelin rode to intercept the beggar. “Step aside!”

“Wait.” Aewen found a coin to toss to the woman, but as recognition sparked, cried out. The peasant woman threw back her hood and lifted a beaming face. Aewen’s throat unlocked. “Murial!”

Elcon had barely halted the wingabeast before Aewen slid to the ground. She took Murial into her arms, but then drew away to give her a light shake. “Why do you linger here? Have you nowhere to go? It frightens me to think of you in the woods alone.”

“Well now, I did have a fright that first night, but I reached Willowa’s farm safe enough. I scared her to death pounding on the door. Her husband, Camryn was on a hunt that night, you see. Willowa welcomed me, especially as I could lend a hand with little Caed.”

“You’re staying with Willowa? How wonderful. And Caed—has he recovered from his accident?”

“His burn left a scar but it will shrink as he grows. He’s full of energy. I could not stay with Willowa long. She would never turn me out, but I went nonetheless. They can barely feed themselves as ‘tis.”

Aewen dried her tears. She did not ask why a huntsman had little food. She knew that most of what Camryn caught went to her parents’ table. “And so I find you begging outside Cobbleford. You suffer for my sins.”

Murial waved her hand as if to erase all sufferings. “Nay. I saw it coming and already knew what I’d do. I even hid a wee lanthorn, a blanket and a little food outside the gates. I can look for my sister in Norwood, but I couldn’t leave without knowing what became of you. I didn’t dare show my face near Cobbleford again, so I disguised myself as a beggar at the gate and kept my ears open. It seems that things have turned out well, though
some
might not think so.”

“Elcon and I will marry. But you—what will you do now? I won’t rest until I know you are safe.”

Elcon cut into the conversation. “Bring Murial with you to Torindan, if you like. You’ll want a maid.”

She beamed at him, her heart full.

Murial smiled. “You’ve married a fine man, whether Kindren or no. I’ll go with you, if you want me.”

She blinked away tears of gratitude. “Want you? Just try to refuse.”

With Murial safely seated behind Kai, Aewen pressed her cheek against Elcon’s back and felt his muscles flex as he guided Raeld into flight. She smiled to herself, well pleased to give herself up to the kiss of sun upon her face, the wind that freshened her heated skin, and the dizzying sensation of flight on this first day of her new life.