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“And Biddy and Nicca,” I said quietly.
She waved her hand impatiently. “Yes, yes, now go.”
Frost’s hand eased up on my shoulder. He gave a small nod. I got up, bowed to the queen, and we moved toward the doors, leaving her to punish the traitors. She probably wouldn’t kill them, but she’d make sure they regretted their actions. Of that, I had no doubt. I shouldn’t have looked back, but I did. I saw Crystall, Hafwyn, Dogmaela, and others try to control their faces. Mistral and Barinthus were among the unreadable.
I stopped. Frost grabbed my shoulder, and Galen still had my hand. They tried to get me moving again, but I balked. I couldn’t save everyone, I knew that, but…
Doyle didn’t try to stop me, he simply looked at me with his impassive face. He would give me room to rule. I spoke with Frost and Galen’s hands tight against me. The tension in Frost’s hand was almost painfully tight.
“May I take a healer with me, my queen, just in case there are any more emergencies? We sent for a healer when Galen was injured but the healer never arrived.”
She nodded, but her attention was already fixed on her victims. She stood above Kieran, one hand idly stroking the blond hair that he had so carefully braided back behind his head. “Yes, take any but my own healer.”
“Hafwyn,” I said.
She couldn’t keep the relief off her face as she started across the floor.
The queen called after her. “Meredith, if you wish a healer you must take one who still has their powers.” She actually put her hands on her hips as if she was impatient with me.
“Hafwyn healed Galen and Adair.”
She was looking at me now, paying attention. “Healed them how? She lost her ability to heal years ago.” She managed to look both irritated and relieved. “She is one you brought back into her powers tonight.”
“No, my queen, Hafwyn has always been able to heal with the laying on of hands.”
“I was told that she had lost her ability to heal,” the queen said.
“Hafwyn,” I said, “did you ever lose your ability to heal?”
She shook her head without turning around to face the queen, as if she was afraid to look away from me, or afraid to look back.
“Then why is she a guard?” the queen asked. She came down the steps, and I felt everyone around me tense. We could have left, gotten away, and I was putting us all at risk. But for the first time ever Andais seemed willing to hear awful truths about Cel. I wasn’t sure how long this new mood would last, and there were things that would happen only when she was willing to believe Cel was a monster.
“She healed someone Prince Cel had forbidden her to heal. He told her that from that day forward she would bring death only, and no longer be allowed to heal.”
Andais glided across the floor toward us, her dress making a hissing sound. Hafwyn paled. “Is this true, Hafwyn?”
The guard swallowed hard and turned around to face the queen. She dropped to one knee without being asked or told. “Yes, Queen Andais, it is true.”
“You had the ability to heal grievous wounds by touch and he forbade you to use your gift?”
Hafwyn kept her face down, but answered, “Yes.”
Andais looked at me. “She is yours, but I ca
“Hafwyn breaks no vow coming to me, for she made no vow to Prince Cel. I am told that many of the prince’s guard made no new vows to Cel.”
Something passed through Doyle’s eyes that let me know he at least understood why this was worth the risk.
Andais frowned at me. “This ca
Hafwyn abased herself lower on the floor, but said, “My queen, Cel told us you gave us to him. He did not ask our permission or if we wished to serve him. He told all of us that our vows had been made to a prince, and he was a prince.”
“He said you all chose to serve him,” Andais said in a voice gone hollow with surprise.
Hafwyn kept her face pressed to her hands on the floor, but she answered. “No, my queen.”
Andais looked at Biddy. “Did you give your vow to Cel?”
Biddy shook her head. “No, and he never asked for it.”
Andais turned back toward the throne. “Dogmaela, did you give oath to Prince Cel?”
“No, my queen,” she said, eyes wide, and face a little frightened.
Andais screamed, a loud, sharp, inarticulate scream that seemed to hold all her frustration. “I would never have given my brother’s guard to anyone, not even my own son. All those who did not make oath to Cel are free to choose to leave his service.”
“Are we free to offer our service where we wish?” Hafwyn asked, her head raised just enough to look up at the queen.
“Yes, but if you wish to go to the princess’s service my order stands. To serve her, you must truly serve her in the way that the guard has always served my blood and my house.”
It was Biddy who said, “Prince Essus did not force us to serve him and only him.”
Andais looked at her, and shook her head, then looked at me. “What would you do with your guards if I allowed it?”
“I would free the women of the celibacy since, as you pointed out, they ca
“And if you never get with child?”
“Then I would keep those I preferred in my bed, and let the others find lovers. A half-dozen men, give or take a few, is enough for me, I think.”
“And what if I said that any you did not keep must come back to me?”
“You told me once that you made the celibacy rule because you wanted their seed for yourself, but if you ca
“So fair, so evenhanded, so like Essus.” She gave us her back and began to walk toward her throne. “Take the guards you have around you and go. And know this, your ill truths will make our traitors’ punishments all the more fulsome. For my anger will need flesh and blood to be stilled.”
To that there was only one thing to say. “I will go and do as you have bid, Aunt Andais.” I bowed to her back, and we got Hafwyn to her feet and left. I did not need anyone’s urging to know that I had pushed her about as far as she’d be pushed this night. We left her caressing Kieran. The last sound we heard before the doors closed behind us was Made
CHAPTER 26
THERE WAS A STORM OF BUTTERFLIES OUTSIDE THE DOOR TO MY room, as if someone had broken a kaleidoscope and thrown the colors into the air, and those colors had stayed, floating, whirling. For a moment I didn’t see the tiny hands and feet, the gauzy dresses and loincloths. I saw only what their glamour tried to show me. A cloud of insects, rising like beauty itself into the air. I had to blink hard and concentrate to see them for what they truly were. Galen pulled back against my hand, stopping all of us just short of that rainbow cloud.
Galen’s reaction made me remember another time when I’d seen such a cloud of the demi-fey. Galen had been chained to the rock outside the throne room. His body was almost lost to sight under the slowly fa