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Occultus shook his head. "That is not within the realm of possibilities at this time."

"But she has been faithful to him?" Se Huan wanted clarification.

"What if she had not?" Tran countered.

"If she has not, then the vows have already been broken. He could not be held accountable for the breaking of his own."

Occultus cocked a brow at her, surprised at her wisdom. "He broke the vows before. Many times. I believe the guilt of that is hard for him to bear. She forgave him, but he never forgave himself. He may view his eventual downfall as stemming from his infidelity."

"You think so?" Tran asked. "Then if that's so, by breaking them again, he fears more hurt."

Occultus agreed. "Whether deserved or not."

"His lady, Master?" Se Huan prodded.

"No, the lady has not been faithful to him." Seeing the fire of hatred beginning to grow in the young woman's eyes, he cautioned her, "but you must not tell him."

"But would it not make his decision to take me easier?"

"I would presume so, though he will feel the guilt nonetheless. It is his nature. He loved his wife very much."

"But she betrayed him!"

"Not in the way you mean. She believes him dead, Se Huan. Everyone in his homeland does, except his enemy, Kaileel Tohre."

"If he were
my
husband, I would remain faithful to him even
should
he die!"

"But that is the way of our people," Tran reminded her. "His is not the same culture. They do not see a Joining as we do."

"It would not matter! I would not want another to touch me after him! It would be wrong."

Occultus nodded. "In Chrystallus, perhaps, but not in Serenia, and certainly not when the lady in question is destined to be Queen and sit beside the King of that land."

"She is Queen?"

"Yes."

"But his brother is King, is he not? The man they call A'Lex?"

"Aye." It was imperative Se Huan not tell Conar who sat upon the throne of Serenia. He was loath to hurt a man who had been hurt too much already. "But you must not tell him."

"She sleeps with this man?"

"Unfortunately she has born him children. She has children by three of his brothers. Do you see why we can not tell him? It would hurt him deeply."

"Then she has given up all right to him. I have no qualms about taking him from her!"

Chapter 6

 

Shalu sat on the stone bench beside Conar and grinned. "Hard day, fledgling?"

Conar glared, a heavy scowl on the scarred face. "Go away."

The Necroman chuckled. "You have no sense of humor."

"I have a headache. Now, go away."

"You're pissed at that little fellow."

A sigh of frustration came from Conar. "I'm not going to ask you again to go a—"

"Then don't, because I have no intention of doing so."

"I'm
ordering
you to get the hell away from me!"

Here it is, Shalu thought with excitement. He's finally decided to take over. It just took longer than expected for him to start giving orders like the monarch he once was, to start assuming leadership and command. "And if I don't?"

Conar stood. "Then I'll have your black ass in chains before the hour is out!"

Shalu blinked, his lips pursing angrily. "He really got to you, didn't he?"

"
Guards!"

Chrystallusian soldiers hurried toward them. Shalu swung his eyes to Conar and was surprised to see a look of pure vindictiveness.

"You called, Highness?" a warrior asked.

Conar's gaze was on Shalu. "Well?"

Shalu nodded. "Have Xander him give you something for that headache." The Necroman stood and walked away, his head high.

Several hours later, Conar finally sent for Xander. The headache had gotten worse. The Healer, accompanied to his room by Brelan, examined him.

"How long has he had these headaches, Brelan?" Xander inquired as he mixed a white powder with a small glass of water.

"Nearly all his life," Brelan answered. He was seated in a chair beside Conar's bed. "I think they started when he was fifteen."

"Thirteen," Conar mumbled. He was lying on his back, his arm over his eyes to shut out the light.

"I remember." A wide grin pulled at Brelan's lips. "Do you recall how you thought you came by them."

Despite the blinding pain the light caused him, Conar peered out from beneath the weight of his arm at his brother. "I certainly do!" he whispered,then again hid his eyes beneath his arm.

Xander extended the glass of milky-looking water to Brelan. "I wish I'd been able to give him a potion like this at the colony when his headaches plagued him."

Brelan took the glass. "Need help getting up?" he asked Conar.

Conar managed to push himself up on his elbows enough to let Brelan place the glass to his lips. He looked at Xander. "Is this shitty-tasting stuff?"

Xander snorted. "What difference does that make? Drink it."

"We've always had trouble getting him to take medicine." Brelan shook his head. "He's just as bad now as when he was a kid."

"I bet it tastes worse than shit," Conar allowed Brelan to place the glass to his lips. He hurt so badly he couldn't bring up either of his hands to pinch his nostrils closed, so he just didn't breathe in while he drank. He felt his tongue go instantly numb as the potion flowed down his throat. He grimaced, lowered himself to the pillow and winced as he took in a cautious breath and tasted something as bitter as bile. "It's worse than shit, Xander!"

"But it will stop the headache." The Healer sat on the only other chair in the room. "Tell me what he thought had caused the headaches when he was a boy. I imagine whatever he thought was rather comical."

"Why?" Conar snapped, his head beginning to spin, but it was a pleasant spin, he thought whimsically.

"Because of the way Brelan reminded you and the way you answered." The Healer glanced at Brelan. "And I would imagine
you
had something to do with the way he thought?"

Brelan chuckled.

"Humph," Conar snorted. He was so wonderfully wrapped in velvet now. Sounds were coming to him from slightly farther away than they had before and he was losing the pain that had been eating at his right eye. His words were slightly slurred. "He got his scrawny ass whipped something fierce 'cause of what he told me."

Brelan shrugged. "He was always
so
intense as a child. And believed
everything."

"Such as?" Xander prompted, eyeing a smiling Conar who was staring at the ceiling as though looking at a beautiful woman.

"Such as makin' me b'lieve my brains was bein' gobbled up."

Brelan pressed his lips together to keep from laughing. He was watching Conar's face mellow. "Conar and I always had this problem—"

"
Bre
had a problem… I believe it was me." Conar's face screwed up with confusion. "No, I had a problem…and it was
Bre."

"You had it right the first time."

"I bet you
both
were a problem," Xander said.

"He just wouldn't leave me alone," Conar grumbled.

"I was always trying to get him in trouble," Brelan confessed, "and I was the one who always wound up in trouble. This particular day, I wanted him to go with me to this old lady's hut." He poked Conar's arm. "Remember old lady Harrelson?"

"Mean old bitch…"

"That she was." Brelan looked at Xander. "Meaner than snot. I devised this plan to get back at her for something, I don't exactly remember what now, but—"

"She told Papa on you for stealin' apples from Felias Spiel's orchard."

Brelan smiled. "That's what it was! I was going to spread pig shit on her door handles. I wanted Conar to help me and he wouldn't."

"Mean trick," Conar admonished with a slow shake of his head.

"I said if he didn't, I'd cast a spell on him."

"What kind of spell?" Xander asked.

"He'd make the gobbledegookins suck out my brains!" Conar said.

"What are gobblede—"

"Critters, Xander," Conar mumbled, shivering. "
Bad
critters."

Brelan leaned back in his chair. "I invented these things that could crawl into your bedroom at night and slither down your ears and munch on your brains."

"Hurt like hell, they do," was the barely audible input.

"I even showed him one."

"Million legs.
Real
bad critters."

"Actually what I showed him was one of those green worms you find on tomato plants."

"Had
horns
and stuff.
Bad
stuff." Conar held up his finger and made a spiraling motion. "Crawl down and round and round and down in your ear. Hurts like hell."

"What I didn't know was those headaches would start that very night and when he woke up screaming about the goobledegookins eating out his brains, pleading with Hern to get them out of his ears, Papa naturally assumed I had something to do with it." Brelan frowned. "I couldn't sit for a week my arse was so black and blue."

"
Bad
arse," came the sleepy reply.

"The thing was, Conar didn't believe Hern when he told him those headaches were not abnormal, that other people had them. He couldn't convince Conar that there weren't goobledegookins in his head."

"They
were
there!"

Xander chuckled. "So what happened?"

"Papa made me retrieve the goobledegookins." Brelan shook his head. "I went out to the garden and got four or five of those green scrubs and then went to Conar's room. He still had a slight headache and I told him I'd get the critters out of his ears if he'd promise he'd help me smear pig shit on old lady Harrelson's doorknobs."

"And did he?"

"Smeared shit all
over
her door knobs!" Conar held up his hands as though they were still covered with offensive offal. He wiped them on the front of his shirt.

"And I got my arse blistered again when Hern caught us. Conar was made to clean the doorknobs for his part in it and I was on the receiving end of Hern Arbra's belt."

"So how did you remove the goobledegookins?" Xander asked.

"Cayn gave Conar some of what you must have given him—"

"Shitty-tasting stuff."

Brelan laughed. "Aye, and when he woke, I showed him all the goobledegookins."

"
Bad
critters crawling 'round in my head." Conar nodded, a little smile on his puckered lips. "Bre got 'em out!"

"And when he got another headache? How'd you explain
that
?" Xander asked.

"Fortunately he was wiser by then. He knew I'd lied to him because he went out with the cook's daughter, Joannie, to pick some vegetables one morning and saw those worms crawling around on the plants. He was madder than blazes."

"Mad…der…than…" Conar began to snore gently.

"You two must have been hell in a handbasket," Xander commented.

Brelan turned soft eyes on his brother. "We put each other through hell, if that's what you mean." He stood and pulled the coverlet up to Conar's waist.

"You love him very much, don't you?"

"More than he'll ever know."

* * *

The headache lasted four days, not an unusual occurrence in the Conar's life, but as Xander later told Occultus, he had not had many headaches while interned at the penal colony and none that lasted more than a day. "That makes me wonder if it wasn't the pressure of his lifestyle that caused the headaches in the first place," Xander remarked.

"His position in the realm, you mean?" Occultus asked.

"Sometimes just knowing there's more expected of you than you think you can deliver will cause tensions. That tension manifests itself in the headaches. The pain is intense, but the headaches are a safety mechanism that releases the pressure inside the sufferer. If he didn't have the headaches, he might not be able to deal with the tension."

After the headache subsided, Conar was once more in the gym, waiting for what he thought had caused his first bout of migraine in more than eight years—Pearl Allegria.

Conar sat in the corner of the gymnasium. Rain fell heavily beyond the opened doorway; thunder rumbled pleasantly in the hills to the north of the harbor. There was no lightning in the gray sky, but the wind twisted the trees in the garden. The smell of damp earth filled the room.

And damp mushrooms.

Conar hated mushrooms, hated them all his life. Mushrooms were sly, sinister clumps of vegetation that he didn't trust to be edible no matter who set them before him, so he simply refused to eat the slimy, earth-smelling gray globs. Mushrooms, even those that tasted well enough to be eaten, could well be poisonous. It was best to leave them the hell alone and he did.

He glowered at the dozen or so bushels of the smelly things lining the wall. He had argued with the servants who had left them there, knowing how the loamy smell would permeate the already damp room; but the servants were adamant. It was too far across the courtyard to the kitchens; by the time they could carry the baskets there, the mushrooms would be soaked.

"What the hell difference does that make?" Conar fumed. "You got to wash them, anyway!"

But the servants left them along the walls and scurried out into the rain.

"I hate mushrooms," he sniffed beneath his breath, eyeing them as though they would attack him. He moved farther away.

Pearl was late. A half-hour late, to be precise. Conar peered out the doorway. The sky was almost black with storm clouds and the rain poured in slanted sheets across the tiled roofs.

And Pearl was late. No doubt the mincing little twerp didn't want to get his dainty feet wet! Conar thought with a snicker.

With a snort of disgust, he got to his feet and decided to leave. Rain or no rain, Pearl or no Pearl, he wasn't sitting in the damned room with those damned mushrooms one minute longer. He hunched his shoulders, thrust his hands deep in the pockets of his loose trousers, and ducked outside. He gasped as rain hit his bare shoulders, but he took a running jump off the covered passageway and headed across the courtyard.

"Prince Conar!"

He recognized that hated voice! He chose not to listen to it, not to let on that he had heard. He kept running, his bare feet making soft indentations in the grass. He had waited for the little bastard; let the little bastard wait until tomorrow to aggravate him any more.

"Come back, Prince Conar!"

"Go to hell," he muttered as he zig-zagged around a puddle of water. Pearl's grating, gravelly voice rose again, this time with less volume. Conar grinned maliciously. "You'd
better
give up, you little faggot! I ain't coming back!"

He had almost made it to the overhang of the guard's barracks when he looked up to see Roget, Brelan, and Shalu standing there, arms across their chests, blocking his path.

"Don't you have a lesson with Allegria?" Brelan asked.

"It's raining!" Conar snapped as though that explained why he wasn't in the gym. He tried to get past Roget, but du Mer stepped in front of him.

"Allegria's waiting for you."

He was soaked, his hair plastered to his forehead, water cascading down his nose and chin. "Let him wait!" he scowled and tried to move between Roget and Shalu. "He made
me
wait!"

Shalu stepped closer to du Mer, his eyes hard and unrelenting. "
He
is the teacher, you are the pupil.
You
wait for him, not the other way around, fledgling."

The bastards weren't going to let him in out of the rain. He glared at them, saw Chase, Tyne and a few others peering at him from the barracks' doorway, and ground his teeth together.

"Get back to the gym," Brelan said.

With an angry snort, Conar stomped back toward the gym. His footsteps sent splats of water gushing up beneath each footfall. Seeing Pearl standing, hands on hips, in the doorway of the gym, watching him slinking back like a scalded dog, did nothing to improve his mood or the tempo and force of his steps. He stepped up on the porch.

Pearl blocked his entrance.

"Get the hell out of…" Conar saw the look of determination on his teacher's face. "
What?"

Pearl pointed to his wet, mud-splattered feet. Conar let out a ragged sigh of frustration. In Chrystallus, one did not enter a building with dirty feet. He took his hands out of his pockets and searched around on the tile floor of the overhang for something to dry his feet on.

He saw nothing.

He looked at Pearl. An inscrutable look crossed the man's face.

"May I have a towel, please?" Conar ground out.

"Why, certainly, Highness." Pearl turned, bent to the floor inside the doorway, and picked up the towel he had dried his own feet upon. He extended it to Conar.

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