“The only one?” Jared whispered. “Those bastards killedall of them? All the aunts and uncles? All the cousins?” He put his head between his knees and tried to breathe. ‘“Aunt Janine?”
Yarek rubbed Jared’s back. “My Lady died at Wolfs Creek.”
Jared squeezed his eyes shut. “Shira and Mariel? Mother Night, they didn’t take Shira and Mariel, did they?” He sat up too fast.
Yarek pushed Jared’s head back down. “No, they didn’t get Shira and Mariel. My girls crossed the Tamanara Mountains last autumn, with Davin as their escort.”
“Davin?” Jared braced his hands on his knees and pushed himself upright. “Davin as escort? But he’s—”
“Old enough,” Yarek said firmly. He rubbed his chin. “Reyna was fretful last autumn. One day she showed up and talked to Janine. The next thing I knew, the girls were sent off with Davin and some travelers who were resting up in Ranon’s Wood before heading west, hoping to serve that Queen on the other side of the mountains.”
“They went to Dena Nehele.” Jared sighed. “Thank the Darkness.”
“You know something about the Gray Lady?” Yarek asked sharply.
“She’s a Queen worthy of the best a man can give. If she took Davin into her court, he’ll do well.”
“Then she may be the only Queen left whois worthy of it.”
“No,” Jared said softly, “there’s one other.”
Yarek gave his nephew a considering look. “You rode in alone. What happened to the witchling?”
Jared blinked. “The witchling?”
“The one bitten by the viper rats. The one the little Black Widow’s been fretting about so much.”
Jared blinked again. “Little Black Widow?” He rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth. “What did she say about Lia?”
“Ambush. Viper rats. You taking off with the witchling to find help. The rest of them hightailing it here.” Yarek shook his head and huffed. “Poor thing was making herself sick with all the fretting, and that young Warlord Prince knew about as much as an ant can piss about soothing a witch who’s got herself fretted. Now, me”—he waved his hand—“Iknow something about soothing a fretting witch. Janine wasn’t much of a fretter. All I had to do for her was keep some cheap clay pottery around that she could smash whenever she got really annoyed. That and a long, hot ride between the sheets usually eased her mood.”
“What?” Jared said weakly.
“Can’t settle things the same way with a daughter—”
Jared choked.
“—so I had to learn other ways of soothing, didn’t I? Wasn’t Janine who got Shira to stop fretting when Tavi performed the Fire Dance and then turned down her invitation to be her lover, was it?”
“What?”
“ ‘Sweetheart,’ I said, ‘a young Warlord’s got a right to choose his lover same as a young witch.’ ”
“What in the name of Hell was she doing invitinganyone to her bed?” Jared shouted.
“She’d had her Virgin Night. She was free to try out a man if it pleased her.”
“Shira’s not old enough—”
“She’s twenty-five now,” Yarek said, looking fierce.
“Then why didn’t her lover escort her over the mountains?”
“She didn’t find one she wanted to keep. Damn shame, but there it is. I wanted Mariel to have her Virgin Night before she left—have a Shalador male take care of it so I’d know it was done right—but there was too much upset at the time, and it would have been too risky with her emotions all stirred up like that.”
Jared braced his head in his hands and moaned. He’d been able to picture Janos and Davin grown—up to a point—but Shira and Mariel? Shira, with lovers. Mariel, ready for her Virgin Night and probably spending her evenings dreamily thinking about which consort she’d like to request for that night.
Lia, who wasn’t thinking about any of it.
He moaned again.
Yarek narrowed his eyes. “You acting so prudish about Shira and Mariel for a reason, or are you just trying to dodge my question about the witchling?”
“The witchling.” Jared rammed his fingers through his hair. What would Lia say about being called a witchling? What wouldThera say about being called thelittle Black Widow? “She’s—”
They both tensed when they heard a horse approaching at an easy pace, but they couldn’t see the road from that part of the garden.
The roan mare whickered a greeting. Minutes later, Lia and Blaed came around the side of the house.
Jared ground his teeth. “She’s supposed to be resting.”
“That’s the witchling?” Yarek asked, jumping to his feet. He whistled silently. “Even dressed like that, she’s a lovely woman.”
Pleased to feel his blood simmering and more than willing to let grief find its release through anger, Jared stood up more slowly. “She’s also the Gray Lady’s granddaughter.”
Yarek gurgled a bit, but didn’t have time to say anything before Lia and Blaed reached them.
“Warlord,” Lia said politely, smiling at Yarek. “Jared,” she added cautiously.
Yarek bowed low, then grinned. “Lady. I hope my nephew’s remembered his manners while he’s been serving you.”
“Did he have any?” Lia murmured, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
“Why don’t you just keep pushing yourself until you collapse?” Jared shouted at her. “Watching you crawl in the dirt will certainly make us all feel better.”
Lia paled.
“JARED!” Yarek clouted Jared’s shoulder. “You shame your mother to say such a thing!”
Jared closed his eyes and hunched his shoulders. He stood there, trembling, saying nothing.
“If you’ll excuse me, Warlord,” Lia whispered.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Blaed turned on Jared. “Damn it, Jared. What’s wrong with you?”
Jared glared at Blaed. “What’s wrong withme! What’s wrong withyou , bringing her out here?”
“Ididn’t bring heranywhere . I managed to climb up behind her before she went looking foryou .”
Jared’s hands curled into fists.
Blaed took a wider stance and braced his feet.
“Youngsters,” Yarek said firmly. “Enough blood’s been spilled on this land.”
Jared swayed. He resisted Yarek’s embrace for a moment before giving in and clinging. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. I’ve been sitting here, becoming incensed because the cousin I still remember as a girl is old enough to have lovers. I lash out at you. I lash out at Lia. Mother Night, will I ever stop lashing out at people who don’t deserve it?”
“It’s the grieving pain, Jared,” Yarek said softly. “It’s something too big to give in to all at once. I know, boy. I know.”
Jared stepped back. Took a deep breath. “Blaed—”
Blaed shook his head. “I understand.” He looked at the garden. “I shouldn’t have let you come without some warning, but I didn’t know how to tell you about this. Any of this.”
The three men turned and watched Lia enter the greenhouse.
“I don’t want to leave Thera alone too long,” Blaed said. “She’s still too edgy.” He looked at Yarek. “I could give you a ride back to the village. Jared and Lia can ride double on the gelding.”
“You can take the gelding,” Jared said.
“Not if Lia’s staying I can’t,” Blaed replied sourly. “Damn horse caught a whiff of her and has been acting like a stallion who’s caught the scent of the only mare in season.”
“I appreciate the offer, young Prince.” Yarek squeezed Jared’s shoulder. “Don’t stay too long. The bastards shouldn’t come back, but it would be too easy to get cut off out here.”
“One thing,” Jared said, drawing Yarek a few feet away. “What . . . What happened to the bodies?”
Yarek rubbed his chin. “That’s why I said the bastards didn’t win in the end. They hadn’t been interested in the bodies at Wolfs Creek. Just left them there. But they took the time to look for Belarr. I guess they wanted to make sure he was dead. It was after sunset before they came here. I could hear them smashing things while they searched. They came out again, cursing for all they were worth, shouting at each other that they’d find him, and the Healer, too.
“I waited a while before going inside.
“Belarr and Reyna were gone, Jared. Just gone. There was that quilt soaked with their blood, but that was all.”
Jared watched the clouds move slowly across an autumn-blue sky. “Do you believe in the Dark Realm, Uncle Yarek?”
“The place where the Blood’s dead go before their power fades enough for them to return to the Darkness? Myself, I always thought stories about the demon-dead were just that—stories. Now I’m not so sure. Belarr would have done anything to stop them from taking her. If going to such a place would have given him a little more time with her, he would have found a way.” Yarek paused. “I never found Janos, either.”
“I hope it does exist,” Jared said quietly. “I hope they found the way to get there, and they’re still together.”
“Me too, Jared. Me too. Now make your peace with the witchling and try not to fret her.”
“Another male flaw,” Jared grumbled. “I fuss. I pester. Now I’ll be accused of fretting her.”
Yarek gave Jared a long look before patting his shoulder. “They all say that. And they all get used to it. Eventually.”
Jared waited until he heard the mare’s hoofbeats before he approached Reyna’s greenhouse.
She’d found a bucket of water and the specially shaped dipper Reyna had used to water the seedlings.