The Born Queen

I saw Marcomir die of apoplexy. I saw the army of Hansa pull back to the border. I saw the Church descend into bloody civil war.

"A

A

"What is it, Charles?" she asked.

Charles rubbed his eyes. He was a grown man, older than A

"I don't think he will be back, Charles," she said gently. "But we shall find you another jester."

"But I liked him."

"I know."

"What about Mother? Is she coming back?"

"No, not her, either," A

"But I miss everybody."

"I do, too," she said.

"I'm sad," he said glumly, and went back to his cards.

Before she could return to her reading, she heard a soft voice near the door.

"Majesty?"

She glanced over and saw one of her pages standing there.

"Yes, Rob. What is it?"

"The earl of Cape Chavel, as you requested."

"Thank you. Show him in directly." She turned her gaze to the young woman standing behind her.

"Alis," she said, "why don't you take Charles to see the new horses."

"Are you certain, Majesty?"

"Yes, Lady Berrye, I am."

"Very well," Alis said. "Charles, could you go with me and show me the new horses?"

"Horses!" Charles echoed, bouncing to his feet. The two of them left arm in arm.

The earl entered a moment later. Rob left, too, and they were alone in the Red Hall.

Cape Chavel looked very fine, and she felt the ghostly tingle of the memory of his hands on her. Her heart felt very tender for a moment, very full.

"I'm so pleased to see you well," he said.

"I'm pleased to see you, Tam."

His jaw dropped for a moment. "You've never called me that," he said. "Of course I'm pleased."

"I'm sorry I haven't had time to speak to you before this," she said. "There was a lot to do. The circumstances of that night-I don't know how much you remember."

"I remember it well, until our own soldiers trampled me," he said. "I remember you rising from the dead, for instance."

"I was never dead," she said. "My soul fled my body for a time so it could heal, that's all."

"That's all," he said. "You say that as if it were nothing. I thought you were dead, A

"I love you, too," she said. "Simply, honestly, without pretense. The way I have always wanted to love."

He closed his eyes. "Then why wait? You've already made me king of Virgenya. Surely everyone will agree we make a good match."

She tried to smile.

"We make a good match," she said. "We do not make the best match."

He wrinkled a confused frown. "What do you mean?"

A

"I must marry Berimund of Hansa," she said.

"But you just said you love me."

"Yes," she agreed. "And so I wanted to tell you in person before you found out through the court. It will bring peace between us and Hansa."

"They hate you there. They think you're a witch."

"Marcomir died five days ago. He was the heart of that hatred, but even so, yes-in Hansa I will not be loved. But it is, very simply, what must be done."

"I don't accept that."

"You must. I hope to always be your friend, Tam, but no matter what, you will accept my word as your empress."

He stood there red-faced for several heart-wrenching moments before he finally bowed.

"Yes, Majesty," he said.

"That will be all for now."

He left, and so she freed the last of those she loved, and felt another crack in her heart, and knew that this was what being a queen was.

I saw A

Leoff kissed his son's tiny forehead. The child looked about aimlessly with unfocused eyes, and he wondered what strange melodies might be in there, waiting for an instrument to give them life.

Areana looked pale and beautiful in her sleep, and the glare of the midwife forbade him to wake her. He gave the child carefully back to the old woman and went out onto the grounds, whistling.

"Not a new singspell, I trust?" a raised voice asked from some distance off. It was Artwair, approaching on a dun mare.

"No," he said. "Just a lullaby I'm working on."

"So, well?" Artwair dismounted and let the horse have its head.

"All is well," Leoff told him. "The child is healthy, and so is Areana."

"Saints bless, that's good news," Artwair said. "You deserve some good fortune."

"I don't know if I deserve it," Leoff replied. "But I'm grateful for it. How are things in Eslen?"

"Quieting slowly," the duke replied. "There are still rumors, of course, that the queen is really a demon, a saint, a man, or a Sefry beneath her clothes. Liery is still making noise about the wedding, and the winter was hard. But we have peace, and the early crops are good. Few monsters have been seen, and those only in the deep forests, far from town or village. And the Church-well, that might take time to settle out. A

"I wish her luck there."

"She actually sent me to talk to you regarding that," he said. "She'd like you to compose a hymn of thanksgiving to be sung at the lustration of the clergy."

"That's interesting," Leoff said.

"You don't want to?"

Leoff smiled. "I've already started on it."

"I think we're being followed, by the way," Artwair said.

Leoff nodded. He had seen the flash of dress through the trees.

"She has a bit of a crush on you, I'm afraid."

"And here I thought you were teaching her good taste."

Leoff raised his voice. "Come on out, Mery, and say hello to the duke. And after that we have work to do, you and I."

He heard her giggle, and then she appeared, skipping toward them.

When the law of death was mended, those creatures caught between fell one way or the other. He thanked the saints every day that she had fallen his way.

I see the last of the Faiths.

The boom swung and the sail caught wind, and the Swanmay cut through the rising waves. Neil leaned on the rail, staring out over the rough water at the rugged coastline.

"It's beautiful," Bri

He nodded in agreement. "She's a hard old rock, but I love her. I think you'll like her, too."

She made a single fist of both of their hands. He winced a bit, for the whole arm was still tender, but he treasured the touch.

"We'll stay here, then?" she asked.

He laughed, and she only looked puzzled.

"Would you make a liar of me?" he asked.

"I don't even know what you mean."

"I said I would take you away to where neither of us has duties. Now, the queen gave me my freedom and Berimund gave you yours, but we are still very far from that place."

"And where, husband, would that be?"

"We will have to hunt it," he said. "It could take the rest of our lives. Who knows how much of the world we shall have to see?"

And she kissed him and seemed young for the first time since he had known her. Together they watched Skern grow before them.