Whats argent? Aaron had asked.
Silver, Rose had answered. They call colors different nas when theyre put on flags. Red is gules, gold is or, silver is argent. Its going to look white on the flag, because thats how things are in heraldry. But everyone knows its really silver.
Oh.
The main gates at the west wall were opened. The duke was the last of his party to step onto the castle grounds. He sat astride his horse on Kings Street, flanked only by his bannerman as the rest entered. It was an old custom, like the king keeping his rooms on the castles upper floors. To let the entirety of the party enter a safe haven before he abandoned his own watch was a gesture only, in a city at peace. During the founding days, that post was the difference between life and death for those who sought the castles safety. The blood nobles had earned their titles, once upon a ti.
That the duke sat the post now said sothing. That he sat his horse easily, with no trace of self-consciousness, said sothing more: that this was not a one-ti show for His Majestys benefit, but simply the way the duke always behaved.
Whys there red on the flag? I thought that was only for your family.
Hes my cousin.
Oh.
Aaron was on the ramparts, looking down. It seed as good a place as any. To a road-weary party, the guards on the wall may as well be invisible. Even if soone should look up, the sun would be in their eyes, and his face a re shadow. A shadow was very much what Aaron desired to be. He wanted to see Markus father, without being seen.
The man was at the end of his middle years. Fifties, edging into sixties. His hair was black peppered with white, and tied back in a long tail. He had a beard: short and neatly trimd, it did not cover the strong lines of his face. Aaron could not tell the color of the mans eyes from this distance, but he would wager on gray. The duke wore his house colors, the sa as those on his flag: his coat was an argent that looked awfully white. When he moved, a lining of royal red flashed in the sun. He must have changed into it just outside the city. There was no way that coat had made the journey in such pristine condition. Even the hilt of his sword was white.
Markus is the third son?
Third child. His responsible is the Lady Adelaide.
Responsible?
Ohfirstborn, I think the common word is. Nobles still call them responsibles. If youre not a firstborn, youre a forfeit.
Because of the pact?
What else would you call a child you an to give to the dragons?
Is she with him? Or still too young for this?
Neither. Shes in her thirties nowshell be ho, ruling the duchy in his stead.
Thats quite the age gap with Markus.
The duke didnt want a third child.
Oh.
Duke Sung watched over his people as they entered the castle, and Aaron imagined for a mont that the man really was his father. That they were living sowhere together, and that Aaron was still small. The man didnt belong in a cave, where the rest of Aarons childhood lay; he belonged, rather, in front of a window set in a stone wall, in a room that had a bed just for Aaron. The man would be dressed more plainly than he was now, with his back to Aaron, his shoulders frad by the sun coming in around him.
Aaron would have liked having a bed and a window. Maybe hed have liked having a father, too.
He didnt know quite what to make of the image. It was warm in his mind, but it was the warmth of a firethere wasnt anything about it he could touch, and trying to get too close was only good for getting burned.
When the last of the mans party had entered the castle courtyard, the duke gave a nod to his bannerman. The soldier turned his horse and trotted across the entry, the kirin argent streaming in his wake. Only then did the Lord of Three Havens follow. The gates shut behind him.
What about his other brother? Or sister?
Brother. Michael.
Him.
He really was forfeit. The pact wasnt broken until a few years after his death; a dragon chose him when he was fifteen.
Oh.
The petition was to be presented tomorrow. It would be public; of course it would be public. When more than two lords shared a grievance, it was a matter for the whole kingdom to hear, not sothing that the royal family could silence. That was the sort of thing that got kings overthrown. By the ti Crown Riona the Founder had set foot on Last of the Isles, the OShea line was firmly in command, and their open attitude towards outside council ingrained into the breed. Behind them, a line of less tolerant royals stretched their bones from the archipelago back to the continent itself. King Liams lineage was hardly the first to rule over humanity.
The duke and his party went inside the castle. Aaron stayed at the battlents, looking out over the city. The mortar between the walls stones was getting flaky. He took out his dagger, and began idly picking at the gaps as he stared down at the scene below. There wasnt much to see now. The excitent caused by thirteen lords riding together was already dissipating, and the people returning to their lives. The bakers to Baker Street, the smiths to Smith.
Having fun with your petty vandalism?
Hello, Lochlann.
The lieutenant of the guard leaned against the wall next to him. Not to be outdone, Aaron slouched forward, tucking one arm under his chin, and letting his knife hand dangle off into space.
Why is it called Justice? The street, I an. Baker, Smith, Fletcher, King, Aaron swung the tip of his dagger lazily, pointing out the vague direction of the streets he nad. Tanner, Carver, Justice. rcy.
The guard shrugged. Its just a na. Did you expect it to an sothing?
No. I guess not.
Why are you up here? Lochlann asked.
Watching the duke.
Hes inside already.
I know. The sun caught on his blade, marking out each scratch in the steel. Why hasnt anyone figured it out? Who hired the Kindly Souls.
The man tensed. Your mind is all over the place today.
Not really. Why is the duke here?
To present a petition.
What petition?
Why dont you ask the duke.
Who would I ask about the Kindly Souls? Aaron asked.
Besides yourself? the lieutenant couldnt help but snipe. Try the Lady. Im sure shed love to answer all your questions.
The blade reflected the wall or the sky, depending on how he held it. If he angled it just right, he could get the castle: he and Lochlann, standing on the battlents. The man was tense, but for all that he was standing easy. He didnt favor one leg over the other any longer. It was good to see.
Thanks, Aaron said, pushing off from the wall. He slid his dagger back into its sheath.
Always a pleasure speaking with you, Lochlann called after his back.
He found the Lady in the eastern courtyard, as far as one could get from the main gates, airing cloaks in the spring breeze. Shed taken over the lines ordinarily used for hanging laundry. Nervous maids hung at the edges with baskets of wet linens, unwilling to interrupt. As Aaron watched, she finished hanging up a large golden-furred skin. At which point she picked up a wicker beater, and began to strike it deader than it had ever been.
Unnatural, one of the maids muttered. The blonde woman paused a mont to wipe at her brow, and cast a pleasant smile their way. Suddenly, the maids found much more interesting things to do back inside. She spotted him, and her smile grew.
Aaron stepped forward. A lovely afternoon to kill a cloak. Mind if I join you?
She was breathing hard, strands of hair escaping her braid, a pink flush in her pale cheeksall in all, she looked imnsely pleased with herself. Please do. There is a certain satisfaction in simply hitting things, Ive found.
What kind of skin is this? he asked, touching the gold fur lightly. It was horse-length, and coarse, but the cloak had clearly been trimd from sothing much larger than an equine. It looked old.
Continental griffin, she panted. Nasty brutes. Lion body, eagle head and wings. Not as intelligent as our northern griffinsno humans around to doppel anymore. Fast fliers, though, and strong. Here, have a try.
She handed him the beater.
She was right. There was imnse satisfaction in simply hitting things.
This isnt going to hurt it, is it? He paused, shaking out his arms. A cloud of dust hung in the air around them, slowly drifting off in the spring breeze.
What, are you afraid of beating the magic out of it? The Lady clipped another cloak farther down the line. White with black spots, and smaller than the gold fur. It was the northern griffin hed first seen her wearing, back on the night the fox attacked.
He had been a little afraid of hitting too hard, actually. But if she wasnt
Aaron went back to hitting things and stopped thinking for awhile.
The Lady continued down the rows. A heavy green cloak, ford of scales that clinked and clankeda dragon whelp. A black skin of finer grain, smooth and reflective as a mirror in dark icebasilisk. Her baskets were a much more terrifying place than the usual laundry.
Was there sothing I could do for you, Aaron? she asked, when all was out.
I need to see them. The portraits of the assassins who died. Do you have them?
What she answered wasnt the question hed asked. You dont need to go back. Im quite certain Mrs. Sumrs could be convinced to give you up to another departnt. Perhaps as my assistant
I need to see them.
He t her eyes. She turned away and plucked at the white griffins coat. Theres other ways, Aaron. Other people we can send. Whatever petty gang war is painting their walls should be nearly over by now; then its just a few glints of silver to buy new eyes. Well catch them, and well kill them, and in between theyll talk. You dont need to go back.
I need to see them, he repeated. And you need to tell what we know.
She tugged at the cloak, straightening it. Southern coin paid it, but anyone can get their hands on coins. The poison on their blades was mixed by an old hedge wife, too deep in the Downs to be worth the effort of catching; a raccoon doppel known for selling to all sides. The real concern is how they got in. The Letforget is failing, but its not lost itself completely. No one with hostile intent should be able to enter. Not without invitation, or magic enough to be a proper beast; even the fox singed himself knocking on our door. The vermin we killed that night were let in by soone with rights of blood or power.
The Lady lifted the pelt with both hands and snapped it taut, forcing the wrinkles out with more aggression than strictly necessary. Even if we catch one of these rats alive, theyre not likely to know who really hired them. Anyone competent would hide their identity, and anyone intelligent would lay the trail to point elsewhere. Its soone with enough gold to lure them out of their holes, despite the risk: thats all we can really prove right now.
Still. Aaron said. I need to see them.
Youre growing up so well. Her hands moved in softer strokes across the white fur. Sotis I wish Id played a bigger part in that.
What would Markus say to that? Aaron swallowed. You did what you could.
I did what I did, she corrected. And that Ill live with. Co to my rooms after the trial. Ill have the pictures then.
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