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“No, you weren’t,” Tellian snorted. “Gayrhalan flinched and tossed you halfway across the stable when that stupid warhorse stallion of Trianal’s slammed into the other side of the wall. How you managed to avoid really gashing him is more than I’ll ever know. And Dathgar happens to agree with me, however unscrupulously Gayrhalan may try to shuffle the blame off on to you, Wind Brother!”
“You may be right,” Hathan acknowledged with a slow smile, then chuckled. “I may have known one or two coursers with tempers worse than Gayrhalan’s, but I know I haven’t known three of them. There’s a reason for his name, you know. “
He chuckled again, louder, and Bahzell gri
“They do say that coursers become more like their riders, and wind riders become more like their coursers,” Hathan continued, “and since Gayrhalan and I were both already a bit on the obnoxious side before we ever met—”
He shrugged, and the laughter was even louder this time.
“For all that, though,” the wind rider continued after a moment, his tone at least marginally more serious, “he truly was just showing his temper, however ungracious of him it may have been.”
“Oh, never fear, Hathan! There was never after being any least doubt in my mind on that score! It’s battleaxes I’ve seen with blades less impressive than your outsized friend’s teeth.” Bahzell shook his head. “It was then and there that I was after making up my mind not to be calling on him—or on Dathgar, for that matter—without I’d been formally invited.”
“How uncharacteristically wise of you,” Brandark murmured in a mildly maliciously provocative voice.
Bahzell made a rude gesture at him, but the truth was that both Tellian’s and Hathan’s companions continued to regard all hradani, but especially all Horse Stealer hradani, with profound reservations. Given that a courser was one of the very few creatures on the face of the earth who could reduce a Horse Stealer to so much gory, trampled jelly, he was eminently prepared to give them as wide a berth as they desired for as long as they wanted it. However magnificent they might be, and however quickly hradani might heal, now that he’d finally seen them at close quarters, he preferred his bones unbroken.
“I’ve no doubt we’ve more than enough other matters to be discussing, Milord,” he continued, returning his attention to Tellian. “Just for a begi
“None of us expected you back before tomorrow,” Hathan replied for the baron, “and the two of them went over to the temple this morning. They’re not back yet, but we can certainly send word for them to return if it’s urgent.”
“Well, as to that,” Bahzell said, pushing his chair back and coming to his feet, “I’m thinking there’s no need to be rousting out one of your people to run messages. I need to be dropping by the temple myself, so if it’s all the same to you, Milord,” he nodded to Tellian, “I’ll just be heading over that way.”
“Oh! Excuse me, Prince Bahzell! I didn’t see you.”
“No harm done,” Bahzell said mildly, setting the girl back on her feet. She’d emerged from the half-hidden arch with more speed than decorum, but his reflexes had been good enough to catch her before the actual impact that would have bounced her off her feet. Her maid came bustling down the stair behind her, then screeched to a halt as she saw her charge being set effortlessly upright by a pair of hands the size of small shovels.
The maid—Marthya, he thought her name was, if he recalled correctly—was obviously less than enthralled by the sight, but she didn’t look especially surprised. Nor was Bahzell, really. One thing he’d discovered early on about his host’s daughter was that she was utterly lacking in the sort of bored languor which appeared to be the current, carefully cultivated ideal of most aristocratic young Sothoii noblewoman. It might be too much to call her own accustomed pace headlong, but not by very much.
He smiled down at her—however tall she might be for a human child, she was barely even petite for a Horse Stealer girl—and restrained himself with some difficulty from patting her on the head. She wouldn’t have appreciated it if he’d yielded to the temptation, he thought dryly.
Although she had her father’s hair and height, she’d thankfully escaped Tellian’s hawklike profile. At fourteen, she’d just emerged from the coltishly awkward stage, although there were moments—like this one—when she suffered temporary relapses. She had an insatiable curiosity to go along with an obviously keen mind, and she obviously found Brandark and Bahzell himself exotically intriguing, no doubt because they were the first hradani she’d actually met. He found the obvious intensity of her curiosity amusing, but he’d learned to take her questions seriously, despite the fact that someone her age would have remained firmly immured in the schoolroom, had she been one of his sisters. Leeana’s mother and father, on the other hand, had long since begun her formal tutelage as their only heir. The shorter-lived humans often seemed to do things with breakneck speed compared to hradani. So he reminded himself once again that Leeana Bowmaster obviously didn’t consider herself the barely-out-of-leading-strings child he saw when he looked at her.
The fact that she was as cute as a basketful of puppies didn’t make it any easier for him to remember that she was—or at least thought she was—older than she looked to him. The … irritated looks she gave him when he forgot, however, did. So he supposed it was something of a wash.
“It’s kind of you to be so understanding,” she told him now. “But if I’d been watching where I was going, I would never have come bursting out of the gallery stair and run into you that way. So if no harm was done, it was only a matter of pure luck. Please don’t mention to Mother that I did!” She rolled her green eyes. “She already thinks I have the deportment of a stable hand.”
“Now, somehow I’m doubtful she’d be putting it quite that way,” Bahzell said with a grin. “Not that she wouldn’t be after having a few tart things to say, I’m sure. But she’ll not hear about it from me, Milady.”
“Thank you.” She smiled up at him warmly. “And might I ask how your visit home went?” she continued.
“Better than I’d hoped, more ways than not,” he replied, and shook his head in something very like bemusement. “Father and Mother are well enough, though I’d not have thought anyone could be as busy as they’re after being at the moment.”
“I’m not surprised,” she said, and chuckled. “Just keeping up with all your sisters and brothers must be challenge enough without settling all the political problems your father’s facing right now!”
“Aye, you’ve got that right enough,” he agreed. “Still and all, they’ve had more than enough experience managing all of us; it’s the rest of my folk keeping their hands full just now. My Da’s a lot of details to be settling—and some of them ugly ones, too—but I’m thinking things are after begi