L. Modesitt Jr. - Princeps

CHARACTERS

Bhayar

Lord of Telaryn

Aelina

Wife of Bhayar

Kharst

Rex of Bovaria

Aliaro

Autarch of Antiago

Quaeryt

Princeps of Tilbor and friend of Bhayar

Vaelora

Wife of Quaeryt and youngest sister of Bhayar

Straesyr

Governor of the Province of Tilbor

Deucalon

Marshal of Telaryn

Myskyl

Commander, First Tilboran Regiment

Pulaskyr

Commander, Second Tilboran Regiment

Skarpa

Commander, Third Tilboran Regiment

Meinyt

Major, Third Battalion, Third Tilboran Regiment

Fhaen

Major, Fourth Battalion, Third Tilboran Regiment

Zhrensyl

Post Commander, Extela

Phargos

Chorister of the Nameless

Gauswn

Chorister apprentice, former undercaptain

Voltyr

Imager

Quaeryt peered out from underneath the thick-and warm-comforter toward the nearest bedchamber window, its inner shutters fastened tightly. Even so, he could see frost on parts of the polished goldenwood. Supposedly, winter was waning, with spring some three weeks away, except that winter lasted into spring in Tilbor, even in Tilbora, the southernmost city in the province. The harbor in far-north Noira would not ice-out until the end of Maris, most likely.

A lithe figure wrapped her arms around him. You dont have to get up yet.

I do. Its Lundi, and I am princeps, you might recall

Dearest do you have to? The excessively pleading tone told Quaeryt that Vaelora knew he needed to rise, but that

He turned over and embraced her wholeheartedly, finding her lips on his.

All too soon, he released her, wishing that he did not have to leave their bed. But then, it had been her desire to remind him of that.

Bhayar had been right. Quaeryt and Vaelora were enjoying being married, even if hed never seen it coming. Vaelora had protested that she hadnt either, that her brother had insisted she join him on his ride to Tilbora to keep her from the trouble she might have gotten into in his absence. Quaeryt had his doubts about her purported ignorance, but if that was the way she wished to portray matters, hed certainly respect it. Then it could have been that way. She hadnt brought anything with her but riding clothes, and women who planned on being married usually thought about what theyd wear unless shed wanted to be able to insist she hadnt known. And that was also very possible. Hed gone over all those possibilities for weeks, and probably always would and he suspected she had planned that, as well.

He smiled.

What is that smile for? she asked, again in Bovarian, the language in which they conversed when alone-or in dealing with Bhayar.

I was just thinking about the depths behind those seemingly guileless brown eyes.

I cannot believe you are interested solely in those depths. Her slightly husky voice was both warm and slightly sardonic.

Quaeryt found himself blushing.

You see?

Enough, lovely woman, he declared with mock gruffness. Your brother did say that we were to keep each other warm.

How, dearest, can I do that if you insist on getting out of this warm coverlet in this chilly bedchamber?

Eventually, Quaeryt did leave the bed, as did Vaelora, and they washed and dressed quickly. Quaeryt was more than grateful for the warm water waiting in the bath chamber. Just the thought of the cold water in the officers quarters made him shiver.

Although Governor Straesyr, when he had been princeps, had lived with his wife and family in one of the row houses along the north wall of the Telaryn Palace, Bhayar had declared that such quarters were not suited to his sister. Quaeryt had suggested that the apartments on the upper east end of the palace proper-those that had been occupied by Tyrena, the daughter of the last Khanar of Tilbor before its conquest by Bhayars father-were most suitable for a princeps and that it would be most incongruous-not to mention grossly unfair-for the newly wed princeps to occupy the larger apartments of the former Khanar when his superior was the governor. That arrangement had been accepted by Bhayar and Vaelora and had certainly obviated possible tensions between Governor Straesyr and Quaeryt.

As Quaeryt began to pull on the fine browns of a scholar that Vaelora had insisted that he have tailored-because a princeps needed to look the position, as well as carry it out-he glanced at his left arm. It was still thinner than his right, while the skin was paler, not that his skin, ever so slightly darker than the pale honeyed shade of his wifes complexion, would ever approximate the near bluish white of the Bovarian High Holders and royal family. Given the beating his body had taken in the battles against the rebel hill holders, he was glad that none of the injuries had been permanent, unlike his left leg, shorter than his right, presumably since birth, since he didnt recall it ever being other than that.

Quaeryt waited until Vaelora was dressed-in light brown trousers, a cream blouse, and a woolen jacket that matched her trousers-before walking with her down the short corridor to the small cherry-paneled private dining room that had once been graced by Tyrena, who had been Khanara in fact, if not in name. There the ceramic stove radiated a comforting warmth.

Quaeryt seated Vaelora on one side of the table, then took his place to her left, at the end of the table, where Vaelora had insisted he belonged from the very first day of their marriage. In moments, a ranker in a winter-green uniform appeared with a teapot, a basket of warm dark bread, and a platter on which were cheese omelets and fried potatoes-exactly the same fare as in the officers mess, if served on porcelain, and if not quite so warm.

Quaeryt poured her tea, then his. I do enjoy breakfast with you.

As opposed to dinner? She raised her eyebrows.

No. As well as dinner. He grinned, enjoying the game, holding the platter so that she could serve herself.

What will you do today?

What I do every day. I have a meeting at eighth glass with Cohausyt-

Hes the one with the sawmills who wants to pay to harvest timber on the lands Bhayar got from the rebel hill holders?

Thats the one. I put him off because I needed to find out what finished timber and planking goes for in Tilbora.

Did you?

Quaeryt snorted. In a way. I ended up finding out what the carpenters and cabinetmakers pay for wood. I had to work backward from that. Later, I have to meet with Raurem-hes a produce and grain factor-to see if he can supply grain cakes for the regiments. After eating several mouthfuls, and taking a swallow of the tea, he asked, How are your plans coming for the spring reception?

Madame Straesyr has been somewhat helpful as has Eluisa DTaelmyn.

Eluisa DTaelmyn? Then Quaeryt realized she was talking about Rescalyns mistress, the Bovarian High Holders daughter the former governor had introduced as Mistress Eluisa. Shes still here? I thought she had never married.

Thats her fathers name. Hes one of the lesser Bovarian High Holders. She has nowhere else to go, and Emra begged her husband to let her stay and teach their children singing and how to play the clavecin.

I heard her play once.

You told me. So did she. You upset her, you know?

I had that feeling. I was trying to see if Kharst was as terrible as they say.

Hes worse, according to Eluisa.

Quaeryt wasnt about to pursue that subject. From your tone, I take it that neither one has been that helpful.