Royal Exile. Fiona McIntosh
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Says he thinks he knows where you can find the other son.’
Gavriel stiffened behind the wall. ‘I’m going to kill that bastard,’ he hissed.
‘Lo save us!’ Leo murmured as Freath was brought in before Loethar. The aide did not look at all frightened. ‘But he doesn’t know where we are!’
‘Are you sure?’
Leo nodded, his mouth set. ‘I told you — no one else alive knows about the ingress except us two. And Piven, actually — he came exploring with me a couple of times.’
‘He doesn’t count.’
They heard Loethar’s voice and turned their attention back to the king’s salon.
‘And you are?’
‘The queen’s aide. Er, how should I address you, Master Loethar? Forgive me; I’m unsure of the protocol toward overthrowers of kings.’
Gavriel watched Loethar’s head snap sharply up from papers on Brennus’s desk to the man before him. He couldn’t see Loethar’s face but he imagined the barbarian’s eyes had narrowed as he scrutinised the servant, the silence lengthening. Meanwhile Vyk gave the newcomer a onceover, swooping down to hop around him.
‘I wish he’d peck his eyes out,’ Gavriel murmured to Leo.
‘You could call me emperor,’ Loethar finally replied, as though testing the word on his tongue. ‘Yes, emperor has a nice sound to it, don’t you think?’
‘Indeed it does, although “sire” is perhaps easier for your new people to stomach … so soon after conquest. I presume all realms now answer to you?’
‘You would be right in that presumption.’
‘Then, as the new head of the Set, perhaps you would call off your intimidating crow and we can talk about how we can help each other?’
Loethar laughed. Gavriel, appalled by Freath’s confidence, almost hoped the barbarian would pull out that mean-looking dagger and drag it across the traitor’s throat right now.
‘Call me sire, then. And Vyk prefers “raven”. What makes you think there is a we?’
‘Well, sire,’ Freath began, pushing once at the bird with his foot as a warning and then ignoring it, ‘I have walked among the power brokers for more than two decades. I am an aide to the king and queen of the most influential and powerful of all the realms of the Set. I would urge you not to waste this resource. I have knowledge of a like you can’t imagine.’
‘Such as?’
‘Such as who might bend easily to your will.’
‘And who might not?’
Freath smiled. ‘It seems we understand each other. There will always be rebels. I can help you with them. For starters, the De Vis boys will almost certainly find a way to rise against you.’
‘You bastard son of a whore, Freath,’ Gavriel growled. This was followed by a threat as to what he was going to cut off Freath’s body first and where he planned to put that spare bit of flesh. Leo glanced at him, worried.
Stracker laughed. ‘That is a jest, of course,’ he said to Freath, his words threatening.
But Freath seemed unimpressed; his expression remained unchanged while Loethar remained motionless.
‘I’ve never been known as a man of comedy, sire. The De Vis family is fiercely loyal to the Valisars. And your somewhat theatrical murder of their father is not something the sons will be easily able to come to terms with, I hazard.’
‘Tell me about them.’
‘The boys?’
Loethar nodded.
‘They’re twins. They look similar but are not identical and they have vastly different personalities. Corbel is the serious one, the younger one, I believe, by just a few minutes, but still waters run extremely deep with that boy. I say “boy” but he is a man and if my instincts serve me right, he is capable of being single-minded and ruthless.’
Gavriel realised Leo had grabbed his arm. He’d had no idea that his own fists were resting white-knuckled against the stone. He forced himself to relax and felt Leo’s relief beside him.
Freath continued. ‘The other boy, Gavriel, is outspoken, has opinions and expresses them. He’s more showy than his brother. They’re both handsome but one tends to notice Gavriel more. He is an excellent swordsman, I believe, skilled with most weapons, in fact.’
‘How old are they?’
Freath frowned, thinking.
‘A rough estimate will do,’ Stracker chimed in.
‘Actually, I can tell you exactly how old they are. They are turning eighteen in leaf-fall.’
‘And you believe these De Vis boys should be of concern to me? Are you suggesting I should be fearful of mere nestlings?’
‘Not afraid, no. Aware perhaps is more appropriate. They will not pay you any homage, sire. They worshipped their father, respected their king and are devoted to each other. Kill one and I suspect you’d kill the other fairly effectively. I doubt very much, considering the way they’ve been raised and by whom, that they would be frightened to die for what they consider their honour.’
‘And what is their particular focus of honour?’
‘Why, the Valisar king of course.’
‘King? Did you not spy Brennus’s corpse, Freath?’ Stracker asked in an acid tone. ‘There is no Valisar king.’
Freath ignored him. Gavriel couldn’t help but be impressed by the aide’s composure, even as he hated his treachery. ‘Sire, I do not refer to King Brennus but to his son, King Leonel.’
This created a tense silence during which Gavriel felt the hairs on his neck stand on end. Until now all the people in authority had been talking about Leo as the young prince — keep him safe, he’s the future, perhaps one day … But now, for the first time since the attack on Penraven had turned from threat to reality, Gavriel felt the full weight of responsibility that was resting on his shoulders alone. Leo was no boy prince, a young sapling to be protected simply because he was a Valisar. He was now the sovereign, and while he remained alive, Penraven had its Valisar king.
Leo whispered into the dark. ‘That’s scary to hear.’
Gavriel felt a rush of rage crystallise into something hard and unyielding. They would have to kill him to get to Leo.
Loethar’s voice broke through the silence. ‘You call him King Leonel?’
‘I don’t, sire. But everyone other than myself will behind your back. And as long as he breathes, he is the king — sovereign of this realm, and figurehead to the Set. As long as people keep faith with that they will carry a torch that the Set will rise once again and that you will be vanquished.’
Loethar banged his fist on the table. ‘I could have you gutted before me, throw your entrails onto a fire before you’re even dead.’
‘I know you could, sire. I suspect you won’t, though, because as I mentioned earlier I know everyone there is to know in this realm. I am familiar with most of the nobles and dignatories — certainly the royals, if any survive — in the rest of the Set. The transient pleasure of opening my throat would be a shameful waste of the resource … sire.’
‘Brazen, indeed. You impress me, aide.’
‘Thank you, sire. My previous employers were not so mindful of my use to them … or how I could damage them if I chose to.’
‘I will kill him,’ Gavriel hissed.
‘You’ll have to line up behind me,’ Leo whispered angrily and Gavriel, in spite of his fury, felt a spark of satisfaction