crimson vestments in honor of the festival. Although he was five years Conrig’s senior, he appeared to be much younger, with a clean-shaven round face and curly blond hair that always seemed slightly disordered. Tonight he was obviously ill at ease and his brow was dewed with perspiration.
Stergos whispered, ‘All’s well with Her Grace?’
Conrig nodded and the alchymist came quickly into the apartment, closing and locking the door behind him. ‘I bespoke Ullanoth in Royal Fenguard castle not ten minutes ago. She can ascertain nothing through her ordinary scrying, but if the unborn possesses talent, she will be able to Send to it as she does to you and me. First, let me make certain that your lady sleeps.’ With great care, Stergos lifted one of the queen’s eyelids. The iris with its dilated pupil had rolled upward. ‘Good. Now we must distance ourselves from Risalla if the experiment is to work. Let’s go into the queen’s sitting room.’
They passed through Conrig’s great bedchamber and Risalla’s adjacent one into the spacious solar where the queen and her ladies were accustomed to sew, read, and break their fast. ‘We should be at least twenty ells away from her,’ Stergos said, ‘so our own talent is incapable of giving substance to the Sending.’
‘What then?’
‘I am to bespeak the Conjure-Queen that all is in readiness,’ said his brother, perching on one of the chairs near the cold fireplace. The king took the other one. ‘She will attempt the Sending, while we pray she does not succeed. If Ullanoth walks through that door, it means that the babe’s talent permitted her to materialize beside Risalla.’
‘And I’m futtered once again,’ Conrig murmured bitterly. ‘Damn it, Gossy! If I could but convince the Lords of the South to do away with the impediment, then I’d be safe and so would my sons…What a king young Bramlow would make! Bold as a hawk and sharp as a varg sword! You should have seen the little rogue get the better of that bloody pet monkey this evening.’ He described the scene in the royal nursery, and Stergos had to smile in spite of his nervousness.
‘I punished the lad harshly,’ Conrig admitted. ‘A week’s confinement on bread and milk. He must learn self-discipline if we ever hope to have the talent restriction lifted. The Lords of the South will never yield if they envision a wizard with overt powers sitting one day on the throne.’
Stergos ventured, ‘Shall I windspeak the Conjure-Queen now?’
‘Wait just a moment.’ The king casually covered his mouth with his hand. ‘I must ask your advice on another matter before we converse with Ulla’s Sending. She almost never uses the Loophole to eavesdrop now because of her considerable pain-debt, and if we guard ourselves from scrier’s lip-reading our speech should be secure from her.’
‘What is it, Con?’ Stergos had drawn the hood of his crimson cloak over his head so that his face was concealed.
‘I had disquieting news from Parlian Beorbrook tonight at the feast. You know he’s just come down from an inspection of our Wold Road outposts in western Didion.’
‘Don’t tell me Prince Somarus is up to his old tricks!’
‘No. As far as the earl marshal can tell, the bastard’s laying low for the moment somewhere in the Lady Lakes region. Beorbrook’s news concerns something far more serious: a rumor that Maudrayne may be alive, hiding somewhere in Tarn. A traveler from Donorvale said that the rumor has spread like wildfire over the past two weeks among the fishermen’s taverns of the north-western shore, and thence to the low dives of the Tarnian capital.’
The hooded figure of the alchymist had given a great start as the king spoke his first wife’s name. ‘Saint Zeth preserve us – it’s not possible that Maude lives! The conjoined minds of the Brotherhood searched the entire island, virtually inch by inch, and failed to scry any trace of the Princess Dowager. Even Ullanoth’s Subtle Loophole detected nothing – and the sigil supposedly can oversee anyone, anywhere in the world.’
‘So the Conjure-Queen says. But her close scrutiny took place four years ago, shortly after Maude was thought to have drowned. At the time, Ulla admitted that her search might have been thwarted by Red Ansel Pikan. The magical capabilities of the Grand Shaman of Tarn are unknown to her. He might have been able to block the action of the Great Stone. The painful search effort so debilitated Ullanoth that she was forced to avoid using Loophole for many months. Since then, as far as I know, she has made no further attempt to look for Maude.’
‘What are we to do, Con?’ Stergos’s voice was taut with shock. He and the king had found and read Maudrayne’s secret diary after her presumed death. In it, she had revealed not only that she had conceived Conrig’s child, but also her knowledge of her husband’s arcane taint. ‘If the princess lives and has birthed a son not possessed of talent, you are undone! She knows your secret and could divulge it at any time, with Ansel to testify to the truth of it. Even if your twin sons by Risalla are accepted as normal, the law says that Maudrayne’s boy must inherit your crown if you are deposed.’
‘If she lives! And if she tells what she knows and produces the normal-minded male child. Here is where I require your advice, Gossy. Would it be wise for me to once again enlist the Conjure-Queen in the search for Maude? I’m reluctant to do so, since it would give Ulla even more power over me than she has now. I feel I’d be jumping from the hot griddle into the fire-pit.’
‘My God, yes. Her ambitions…Con, you know I’ve never trusted the woman.’
‘Yes, yes,’ the king said impatiently. ‘Nevertheless, her Loophole probably holds out the best chance of locating Maude and any child she may have had.’
‘Perhaps not, if Red Ansel still keeps the Princess Dowager under his protection. But even the most powerful sorcery has limitations. For instance, Maudrayne and her child could not live permanently inside a spell of invisibility woven by Ansel. Such an existence would be insupportable to the healthy human temperament. Furthermore, a high-spirited woman such as Maude would never consent to be immured within some impregnable magical fortress for years upon end.’
Conrig gave a short mirthless laugh. ‘No, not Maude! She’d take her boy hiking on the tundra and sailing in her yacht on the arctic waters. She’d teach him to ski and to hunt elk and icebears and sea-unicorns. And if she does these things, there are bound to be local people who know about it. In my opinion, she might be sought and found by a clever and talented spy – such as my Royal Intelligencer, Snudge. What do you think, Gossy?’
Stergos hesitated. ‘If Maude is hiding in Tarn, she would surely be protected by the magic of more than one of the local shamans. Ansel would hardly spend all of his time shielding her. He has other responsibilities. Deveron Austrey would have a special advantage over the lesser northern adepts, since his talent is imperceptible to all but the most powerful. Furthermore, he’s impossible to windwatch, so they would be able to observe him only with ordinary eyesight. But what will you do if Deveron does discover that your former wife is alive, and has a son?’
‘That…can be decided later. But I believe there’s only one solution to the problem.’
‘For the love of God, Con, tell me you would not –’
The king cut off his brother’s horrified protest. ‘Say no more! This rumor may prove to be entirely false. We will not discuss the fate of the Princess Dowager now.’
‘As you please, sire.’
Conrig said, ‘I gave Snudge permission to leave Cala Blenholme and visit his new estate following his initiation ceremony. He said he’d ride out at once. You must bespeak him, ordering his return.’
‘Very well. I’ll take care of it as soon as we finish here.’ Stergos threw off his vestment hood. ‘We should delay no longer bespeaking the Conjure-Queen.’
‘Do it then,’ Conrig said.
The Royal Alchymist let his head sink into his hands and called out silently on the wind. After a few minutes had passed, he opened his eyes and said, ‘She will make an attempt to Send immediately.’