Night Angel Complete Trilogy Part 67

Kylar knew he shouldn't have said it so loudly. He shouldn't have waved off the horse. He didn't care. Somehow, it just felt so good to be speaking with a man who knew something of what he was and wasn't afraid or disgusted-even if the man did think he was his master. But then, Kylar was probably more like Gaelan Starfire than Durzo Blint had been anyway. It felt so good to be known and accepted, he didn't care that he was being reckless.

With a surge of his Talent, Kylar hoisted the chest onto his back. Open gasps filled the smithy. The truth was, it was almost too heavy to carry even with the Talent. Kylar nodded to Grand Master Haylin and walked out.

"Who the h.e.l.l was that?" Kylar heard Smiley ask.

"Someday, when you're ready, I might tell you," the Grand Master said.

22

h.e.l.lo," Kylar said to Capricia when he returned to the ringery.

"h.e.l.lo," she said, surprised. She was alone, closing up the shop.

"The a.s.s is back." He grimaced. "Sorry about... before."

"What?" she said. "No, you were fine. I understand that it all seems strange if you're not from here. Men never like it-though the women have to pierce their ears, too, and they never complain." She shrugged.

"Right, well..." Kylar said, then he realized he had nothing to say. What was it about jewelry that made him feel inadequate? "Right," he finished lamely.

"Honestly," she said, "most men barely notice the pain. I mean, their brides make sure they're distracted. Technically, you consummate the marriage only after the nailing, but most cases, it's pretty much only technically."

Kylar coughed. He'd been thinking about that. "Uh, do you remember which ones she was pointing to?" Kylar asked.

"Of course," Capricia said. She laughed. "I'm afraid they're the ones that really hold the spells." Her eyes twinkled and he blushed.

"I have the misfortune of having a wife with excellent taste."

"It reflects well on her other choices," Capricia said, smiling her big smile at him. Whatever the fallout with the s.h.i.+nga was going to be, Kylar was glad he'd saved her. She pulled out the drawer and set it in front of him. As she set it down, she scowled and grabbed a pair of rings out of the drawer. "Just a second," she said, and knelt behind the counter, tucking them away, then she stood back up. "I think it was one of these," she said, pointing to several along the top row of woven gold and mistarille entwined.

"How much are these?" he asked.

"Twenty-four hundred, twenty-eight hundred, and thirty-two hundred."

He whistled in spite of himself.

"We do have similar styles in white and yellow gold that are more affordable," Capricia said. "The mistarille makes them pretty ridiculous."

Jorsin Alkestes' sword had been mistarille with a core of hardened gold, Durzo said. It took a special forge to melt mistarille because it wouldn't melt until it was three times hotter than steel. Once it attained its working heat, it retained it for hours, unlike other metals that had to be reheated over and over. Smiths found it a pure joy and a pure terror to work with, because after that first heating and the first hours they had to work with, it wouldn't melt again. They only got one chance to get it right. Only a smith with substantial Talent could attempt any large-scale work with mistarille. melt until it was three times hotter than steel. Once it attained its working heat, it retained it for hours, unlike other metals that had to be reheated over and over. Smiths found it a pure joy and a pure terror to work with, because after that first heating and the first hours they had to work with, it wouldn't melt again. They only got one chance to get it right. Only a smith with substantial Talent could attempt any large-scale work with mistarille.

"Does anyone wear pure mistarille rings?" he asked as he scanned the rings. He could have sworn Elene's eyes had lit up when she saw one of these sets. Which one was it?

She shook her head. "Even if you could afford it, you wouldn't want it, Master Bourary says. He says that some of the simpler spells actually hold better in gold. Even the oldest rings combine the two metals. He has a pair that his great-great-great-something grandfather made that look like pure mistarille, but they contain a core of yellow gold and diamond. It's pretty amazing. He lined the mistarille with tiny holes so you can see the gold and diamonds sparkling through it if the light is right."

Kylar was almost starting to believe the talk about spells. Either Master Bourary was the real thing, or he'd been very careful to learn how to speak about magic from people who were.

It still felt like madness, to be looking at rings that cost two or three thousand gold. He should have asked Grand Master Haylin about the rings this afternoon. The Grand Master would have known if they were legitimate. But Kylar's heart was light. He'd already sold his birthright. He was committed. Now it was just a matter of finding the perfect ring to please the woman he loved, the woman who was saving him from becoming the bitter wreck Durzo Blint had become.

Really, the magic in the rings didn't matter. What mattered was letting Elene know what she was worth to him.

"There was one set, I swear it was in this box," Kylar told Capricia. "What were those ones you put away?"

"Those were just a display set-well, not actually a display set. The queen got furious with a gem merchant who wouldn't sell her some jewels a decade ago and she outlawed display sets. So it's not technically a display set, but it's not really for sale. We have other drawers; it might have been in one of those."

"Just show me the ones I asked about," Kylar said. He was suddenly skeptical. Was this a sales ploy? He'd seen it done before-a pretty girl tells a guy, "Here, this is very nice," as she sets aside something ridiculously expensive and pulls out something cheap, and the man instantly says, "What about those?" to prove his manhood.

But Capricia didn't come across like that. She seemed genuine. She pulled out the rings and set them in front of him. Just looking at them, Kylar could see the size of his shop's inventory shrinking.

"Those are the ones," he said. The design was seductively simple and elegant, a bare half-twist of silvery metal that somehow sparkled gold in the light when he picked up the larger one.

Capricia gasped and raised a hand as if he were going to break it. He gazed into one of the shop's mirrors and held up the earring by his left earlobe. It looked kind of effete, but then, apparently none of the thousands of men he'd seen around the city worried about looking effete.

"Hmm," he said. He moved the earring up higher on his ear. That looked a little more masculine. "What's the most painful place a woman can nail a guy?"

"Right about," she leaned forward and pointed, but he couldn't see it in the mirror. He moved and her finger touched his ear. "Oh!" she said. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to touch-"

"What?" he said. Then he remembered. "Oh, no, it's my fault. Seriously, where I come from, ears are no big deal. Did you say right here? So it goes over the top?" He checked the mirror. Yes, definitely more masculine, and it would hurt like h.e.l.l. For some reason, that made him feel better.

He picked up the smaller earring and-being careful not to touch her-held it up to Capricia's ear. It was beautiful.

"I'll take them," he said.

"I'm really sorry," she said. "We don't have anything exactly like that for sale, but Master Bourary could make something that looks almost identical."

"You said there were no display items," Kylar said.

"Not technically. After the queen proclaimed the law-well, everything's for sale. They just put ridiculous prices on what they don't want to sell."

"And these are one of those?" Kylar asked. Now the house was getting smaller.

"These are actually the rings I was telling you about earlier. The ones Master Bourary's great-great-great grandfather made, mistarille over gold with diamonds?" She smiled weakly. "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to embarra.s.s you. They weren't even supposed to be in this case."

"How ridiculous a price are we talking?" Kylar asked.

"Ridiculous," she said.

"How ridiculous?"

"Totally ridiculous." She winced.

Kylar sighed. "Just tell me."

"Thirty-one thousand four hundred queens. Sorry."

It hit Kylar in the stomach. It was a coincidence, of course, but... Elene would call it the divine economy. He'd sold Retribution for exactly what it would cost to marry her.

With nothing left over? Elene, if this is your G.o.d's economy, you serve a n.i.g.g.ardly G.o.d. I don't even have enough left to buy a wedding knife. Elene, if this is your G.o.d's economy, you serve a n.i.g.g.ardly G.o.d. I don't even have enough left to buy a wedding knife.

"On the bright side," Capricia said, forcing a chuckle, "we'd throw in a wedding knife free."

A block of ice dropped into Kylar's stomach.

"I'm sorry," she said, mistaking the stricken expression on his face. "We do have some lovely-"

"You get paid a commission on your sales?" he asked.

"One-tenth of anything over a thousand in sales a day," she said.

"So, if you sold these, what would you do with-what?-more than three thousand queens?"

"I don't know-why are you-"

"What would you do?"

She shrugged and started to answer, stopped, and finally said, "I'd move my family. We live in a pretty rough neighborhood and we keep having trouble with-oh, what does it matter? Believe me, I've dreamed about it ever since I started working here. I thought about selling those rings and how it would change everything for us. I used to pray about it every day, but my mother says we're safe enough. Anyway, the G.o.d doesn't answer greedy prayers like that."

Kylar's heart went cold. They'd move away from that vengeful, arrogant little s.h.i.+nga. Kylar wouldn't have to commit murder to keep them safe.

"No," Kylar said, pocketing the mistarille earrings and grabbing a wedding knife. "He answers them like this." He heaved the chest onto the counter and opened it. Capricia gaped. Her hands shook as she unfolded note after note. She looked up at Kylar, tears filling her eyes.

"Tell your parents your guardian angel said to move. Not next week. Not tomorrow. Tonight. When I saved you, I embarra.s.sed the s.h.i.+nga. He's sworn revenge."

Her eyes stayed huge, but she nodded imperceptibly. Her hand popped up like an automaton's. "Gift box?" she asked in a strangled voice. "Free."

He took the jewelry box from her hand and walked out the door, locking it behind him. He tucked the earrings in the decorative box, and dropped it all in a pocket, suddenly as poor as a pauper. He'd sold his birthright. He'd given away one of the last things he had to remember Durzo by. He'd traded a magical sword for two metal circles. And now he didn't have a copper to his name. Thirty-one thousand four hundred queens and he didn't even have enough left over to buy Uly a birthday present. a magical sword for two metal circles. And now he didn't have a copper to his name. Thirty-one thousand four hundred queens and he didn't even have enough left over to buy Uly a birthday present.

We're finished, G.o.d. From now on, you answer your own f.u.c.king prayers.

23

Are you and Elene going to be all right?" Uly asked. They were working together that evening, Uly fetching ingredients while Kylar brewed a draught that reduced fevers.

"Of course we are. Why?"

"Aunt Mea says it's fine you fight so much. She says that if I'm scared I just have to listen and if I hear the bed creaking after you fight, I'll know things will be all right. She says that means that you've made up. But I never hear the bed creaking."

Blood rushed to Kylar's cheeks. "I, well, I think... You know, that's a question you should ask Elene."

"She said to ask you, and she got all embarra.s.sed too."

"I'm not embarra.s.sed!" Kylar said. "Hand me the mayberry."

"Aunt Mea says it's wrong to lie. I've seen horses mating at the castle, but Aunt Mea says it's not scary like that."

"No," Kylar said quietly, mas.h.i.+ng the mayberry with a pestle, "it's scary in its own way."

"What?" Uly asked.

"Uly, you are way too young for us to have this conversation. Yarrow root."

"Aunt Mea said you might say that. She said she'd talk to me about it if you were too embarra.s.sed. She just made me promise to ask you first." Uly handed him the knotted brown root.

"Aunt Mea," Kylar said, "thinks about s.e.x too much."

"Ahem," a voice said behind Kylar. He flinched.

"I'm going out to check on Mistress Vatsen," Aunt Mea said. "Do you need anything?"

"Um, uh, no," he said. Surely she couldn't have that bland look on her face if she'd heard what he just said.

"Kylar, are you all right?" she asked. She touched his hot cheek. "You look strangely flushed." She rummaged through the newly organized shelves-it seemed to take her longer than when they had been a mess-and tucked a few things in her basket. When she walked past Kylar, who was bent over the potion as if it took all of his concentration, she pinched his b.u.t.t.

He practically hit the ceiling, though he strangled back a shout. Uly looked at him quizzically.

"You're right," Aunt Mea said at the door. "But don't you get any ideas. I'm too old for you."

Kylar flushed brighter and she laughed. He could hear her continuing to laugh heartily even as she walked down the street.

"Crazy old coot," he said. "Noranton seed."

Uly handed him the vial of flat, purplish seeds, and screwed her mouth into a tight line. "Kylar, if things don't work out with Elene, will you marry me?"

He dropped the entire vial into the mixture.

"WHAT?"

"I asked Elene how old you were and she said twenty. And Aunt Mea said her husband was nine years older than her and that's even further apart than you and me. And I love you and you love me and you and Elene fight all the time but you and me never fight..."

Kylar was confused at first. He and Elene hadn't fought for more than a week. Then he realized that Uly had been spending her nights over at one of her new friend's houses-probably because Kylar and Elene's fighting had upset her so much. Now Uly had an eager, scared look on her face that told him how he answered her could break her heart. Specifically, the first thought that popped into his head-I don't love you like that-was not going to be a good choice.

How did I get into this? I've got to be the first father in Midcyru to ever have to explain s.e.x to his daughter while still a virgin myself.

What was he supposed to say? "I'm not actually married to Elene yet, so when we fight we can't make up the way I'd like. In fact, if we could make up the way I'd like, we probably wouldn't fight in the first place"? Kylar couldn't wait until he actually married Elene. All their conflicts about s.e.x would finally be behind them. What a relief!