Tamir - The Bone Doll's Twin Part 2

lya and the witch reappeared beside him and together they headed across the courtyard toward the arched entrance. They hadn't gone three steps when a horned owl swooped down and pounced on a young rat not ten feet from where they stood. Flapping for balance, it dispatched the squeaking rodent, then looked up at them with eyes like gold sester coins. Such birds were not uncommon in the city, but Arkoniel felt a thrill of awe; owls were the messengers of Illior.

'A favorable omen," lya murmured as it flapped away, leaving the dead rat behind.

The duke's steward, Mynir, answered her knock. A thin, solemn, stoop-shouldered old fellow, he'd always reminded Arkoniel of a cricket. He was one of the few who would help carry his master's burden in the years to come.

'Thank the Maker!" the old man whispered, grasping lya's hand. "The duke is half out of his mind-"

He broke off at the sight of Lhel.

Arkoniel could guess the man's thoughts: witch, unclean, handler of the dead, a necromancer who called up demons and ghosts.

lya touched his shoulder. "It's all right, Mynir, your master knows. Where is he?"

'Upstairs, Mistress. I'll fetch him." lya held him a moment longer. "And Captain Tharin?"

Tharin, the n.o.bleman in charge of Rhius' guard, was seldom far from the duke's side. Illior had not spoken for him, but lya and Rhius had not discussed how he was to be kept away from this night's business.

'The duke sent him and the men to Atyion for the rents." Mynir led them into the darkened audience hall. "The women have all been sent to sleep at the Palace, so as not to disturb the princess in her labor.

It's just your Nari and myself tonight, Mistress. I'll fetch the duke." He hurried up the sweeping staircase.

A fire burned in the great fireplace across the chamber, but no lamps were lit. Arkoniel turned slowly, trying to make out the familiar shapes of furniture and hangings. This house had always been alive with music and gaiety. Tonight it seemed like a tomb.

'Is that you, lya?" a deep voice called. Rhius strode down the stairs to meet them. He was nearly forty now, a handsome, broadly built warrior, with arms and hands knotted from a life spent clutching a sword or the reins. Tonight, however, his skin was sallow beneath his black beard and his short tunic was sweated through as if he'd been running or fighting. Warrior that he was, he stank of fear.

He stared at Lhel, then seemed to sag. "You found one." lya handed her cloak to the steward. "Of course, my lord."

A ragged scream rang out overhead. Rhius clutched a fist to his heart. "There was no need for the herbs to start the birthing pangs. Her waters broke at midmorning. She's been like this since sunset. She keeps begging for her own women-"

Lhel muttered something to lya, who interpreted the question for the duke.

'She asks if your lady has any issue of blood?"

'No. Your woman keeps claiming all is well, but-"

Upstairs, Ariani cried out again and Arkoniel's stom ach lurched. The poor woman had no idea who was in her house this night. lya had given the couple her solemn pledge to protect any daughter born tothe royal house; she had not revealed to the child's mother the means the Lightbearer had given her to do so. Only Rhius knew. Ambition had guaranteed his consent.

'Come, it's time." lya started for the stairs, but Rhius caught her by the arm.

'Are you certain this is the only way? Couldn't you just take one of them away?" lya regarded him coldly. She stood two steps above him and in this light she looked for an instant like a stone effigy. "The Lightbearer wants a queen. You want your child to rule. This is the price. The favor of Illior is with us in this."

Rhius released her and sighed heavily. "Come then, and let's be done with it." Rhius followed the two women up and Arkoniel followed him, close enough to hear the duke murmur, "There will be other babes."

Princess Ariani's bedchamber was stifling. The others went to the bed, but Arkoniel halted just inside the doorway, overwhelmed by the heavy odor of the birthing chamber.

He'd never seen this part of the house before. Under different circ.u.mstances he'd have thought it a pretty room. The walls and carved bed were covered with bright hangings embroidered with fanciful underwater scenes, and the marble mantel was carved with dolphins. A familiar workbasket lay on a chair by the shuttered window; a cloth head and arm protruded from beneath the half-open lid-one of the princess' lady dolls, half finished. Ariani was famous for her clever handiwork and all the great ladies of Ero and some of the lords had one.

Tonight the sight of this one knotted Arkoniel's guts.

Through the half-open bed hangings he could see the bulging curve of Ariani's belly and one clenched hand gleaming with costly rings. A plump, sweet-faced serving woman stood over Ariani, murmuring to her as she bathed the laboring woman's face. This was Nari, a widowed kinswoman of lya's, chosen to be the child's wetnurse. lya had intended for Nari to bring her own babe to be the companion of Ariani's, but the G.o.ds had other plans. A few weeks earlier Nari's child had succ.u.mbed to pneumonia. Even in her grief, Nari had faithfully squeezed the milk from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to keep it flowing. The front of her loose gown was stained with it.

Lhel set to work, issuing quiet orders while she laid out the things she needed at the end of the bed: bunches of herbs, a thin silver knife, needles of bone, and a skein of silk thread, impossibly fine.

Ariani lurched up with another wail and Arkoniel caught a glimpse of her face, gla.s.sy-eyed and drugged now, behind a tangle of l.u.s.trous black hair.

The princess was not much older than he was, and though he seldom allowed himself to think on it, he had harbored a secret admiration for her ever since her marriage to Rhius had brought Arkoniel into her sphere. Ariani was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen and she'd always treated him graciously. Hot shame washed over him; this was how her kindness was repaid.

Too soon lya turned and motioned for him to join her by the bed. "Come, Arkoniel, we need you now."

He and Nari held Ariani's feet as the witch felt between her thighs. Ariani moaned and tried weakly to pull away. Blus.h.i.+ng furiously, Arkoniel kept his face turned away until Lhel had finished her examination, then hastily retreated.

Lhel washed her hands in a basin, then bent to pat Ariani's cheek. "Is good, keesa."

'There are-there are two, aren't there, Midwife?" Ariani gasped faintly.

Arkoniel shot lya a concerned look, but she only shrugged. "A woman needs no midwife to tell her how many babes she has in her belly."

Nari brewed a dish of tea from some of the witch's herbs and helped Ariani to sip it. After a few moments, the woman's breathing slowed and she grew quiet. Climbing onto the bed, Lhel ma.s.saged Ariani's belly, all the while murmuring to her in a soothing, singsong voice.

'The first child must be turned into position to enter the world so that the other may follow," lya translated for Rhius, who stood now in agonized silence by the head of the bed.

Lhel moved so that she was kneeling between Ariani's knees, still rubbing her belly. After a few moments the witch let out a soft cry of triumph. Watching from the corner of his eye, Arkoniel saw her lift a wet little head into view with one hand. With the other, she held the child's nostrils and mouth shut untilthe rest of it was birthed.

'Girl keesa," she announced, taking her hand from the child's face.

Arkoniel let out a gasp of relief as the girl child sucked in her first lungful of air. This was the sbaimari, the "soul's breath" that the witch was so concerned with.

Lhel cut the birth cord with her silver knife and held the child up for all to see. The baby was well formed under the birth muck and had a thick head of wet black hair.

'Thank the Lightbringer!" Rhius exclaimed, leaning down to kiss his sleeping wife's brow. "A first-born girl, just as the Oracle promised!"

'And look," said Nari, leaning forward to touch a tiny wine-colored birthmark on the child's left forearm. "She has a favor mark, too, just like a rosebud." lya gave Arkoniel a tight, triumphant smile.

"Here's our future queen, my boy."

Tears of joy blurred Arkoniel's vision and tightened his throat, but the moment was tainted by the knowledge that their work was not yet finished.

While Nari bathed the girl child, Lhel began coaxing forth the twin. Ariani's head lolled limply against the pillow. Rhius retreated to the fireplace, mouth set in a grim line.

Tears of a different sort stung Arkoniel's eyes. Forgive us, my sweet lady, he prayed, unable to look away.

Despite Lhel's efforts, the second child came wrong way around, a footling breach. Muttering steadily in her own tongue, Lhel worked the other leg free and the little body slid out.

'Boy keesa," Lhel said softly, hand poised to cover the child's face as it emerged, to prevent that all-important first breath so that the soul might not be fixed in the flesh.

Suddenly, however, there was a loud clatter of hors.e.m.e.n in the street outside, and a shout of, "Open in the name of the king!"

Lhel was as startled as the rest of them. In that instant of distraction the child's head slipped free of his mother's body and he sucked a breath, strong and clear.

'By the Light!" lya hissed, whirling on the witch. Lhel shook her head and bent over the squirming babe. Arkoniel backed quickly away, unable to watch what must follow. He shut his eyes so tightly he saw flashes of light behind the lids, but he could not escape the sound of the child's loud, healthy cry, or the way it suddenly choked off. The silence in its wake left him dizzy and sick.

What followed seemed to take a very long time, although in truth they had only minutes. Lhel took the living child from Nari and placed her on the bed next to her dead twin. Chanting over them, she drew patterns in the air and the living child went still. When Lhel took up her knife and needle, Arkoniel had to turn away again. Behind him, he could hear Rhius weeping softly.

Then lya was at his side, pus.h.i.+ng him out into the cold corridor. "Go downstairs and hold off the king.

Keep him as long as you can! I'll send Nari down when it's safe."

'Hold him off? How?"

The door swung shut in his face and he heard the key turn.

'Very well, then." Arkoniel dried his face on his sleeve and ran his hands back through his hair. At the top of the staircase he paused and turned his face up to the unseen moon, sending a silent prayer to Illior. Aid my faltering tongue, Lightbearer, or cloud the king's eyes. Or both, if it's not asking too much.

He wished now that Captain Tharin was here. The tall, quiet knight had a manner that put everyone at their ease. With a lifetime of hunting, fighting, and court intrigue behind him, he was far better suited than a green young wizard to entertain a man like Erius.

CO,.

fynir had lit the bronze lamps that hung between the painted stone pillars in the hall and stoked the fire with cedar logs and sweet resins to make a fragrant blaze. Erius stood beside the hearth, a tall and daunting figure in the firelight. Arkoniel bowed deeply to him. Like Rhius, the king had been shaped by a lifetime of war, but his face was still handsome and filled with a youthful good humor that even a childhood spent in his mother's court had not extinguished. Only in recent years, as the royal tomb filled with the bodies of his female kin, had some come to regard that kindly visage as a mask for a darkerheart, one that had perhaps learned his mother's lessons after all.

As Arkoniel had suspected, the king had not come alone. His court wizard, Lord Niryn, was there, close to the king as the man's own shadow. He was a plain fellow somewhere in his second age, but whatever gifts he possessed had lifted him high and quickly. For years Erius had had no more use for wizards than his mother, but since the death of the king's wife and children, Niryn's star had risen steadily at court. Lately he'd taken to wearing his thick red beard forked and had affected costly white robes embroidered with silver.

He acknowledged Arkoniel with a slight nod, and the younger wizard bowed respectfully.

Erius had brought along a priest of Sakor, as well, together with a dozen of his own guard in their pick spurs and gold badges. Arkoniel's stomach did an uneasy roll as he caught the glint of mail beneath their red tunics and saw the long knives they carried at their belts. It seemed an odd sort of company to bring into a royal house on such an occasion.

He forced a respectful smile, wondering bitterly who had alerted Erius. One of the household women, perhaps? Clearly Erius had been prepared for this visit, despite the hour. The king's greying beard and curly black hair were neatly combed. His velvet robes looked as fresh as if he'd been on his way to the audience hall. The Sword of Gherilain, symbol of Skalan rule, hung at his hip.

'My king," Arkoniel bowed again. "Your honored sister is still in the midst of her pains. Duke Rhius sends his respects and asks me to sit with you until he is able to attend you himself."

Erius raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Arkoniel? What are you doing here? Last I knew, neither you nor that mistress of yours practices midwifery."

'No, my king. I was guesting here tonight and have been making myself useful." Arkoniel was suddenly aware of the other wizard's steady gaze. Niryn's bright brown eyes protruded a bit, giving him a perpetually surprised air that the younger wizard found unsettling. He carefully veiled his mind, praying he was strong enough to keep Niryn from his thoughts without the other man suspecting.

'Your honored sister's labor is a difficult one, I fear, but she will be delivered soon," he continued, then wished he hadn't. The king had attended the births of all his own children. If Erius decided to go upstairs, there was nothing he could do, short of magic, to prevent it. And with Niryn here, even that risky avenue was closed to him.

Perhaps Illior had heeded his prayer after all, for Erius shrugged agreeably and sat down at a gaming table by the hearth. "How's your skill with the stones?" he asked, waving Arkoniel to the other chair.

"These birthings generally take longer than you'd expect, especially the first. We may as well pa.s.s the time pleasantly."

Hoping his relief was not too obvious, Arkoniel sent Mynir off for wine and sweets, then settled down to losing as best he could.

Niryn sat beside them, pretending to observe the play, but Arkoniel still felt the pressure of his regard.

Sweat p.r.i.c.kled under his arms and down his back. What did the man want? Did he know something?

He nearly dropped the gaming stones when Niryn suddenly asked, "Do you dream, young man?"

'No, my lord," Arkoniel replied. "Or if I do, I don't recall them when I wake up."

This was true enough; he seldom dreamed in the normal sense, and foreknowing dreams had so far proven to be outside his ken. He waited for Niryn to pursue the question, but he only sat back and stroked the tips of his forked beard, looking bored.

Arkoniel was in the midst of his third game of Geese and Squares when Nari came downstairs.

'Duke Rhius sends his regards, Your Majesty," she said, curtsying low. "He asks if you would like your new nephew brought down to view?"

'Nonsense!" Erius exclaimed, setting the stones aside. "Tell your master his brother is happy to come to him."

Again, Arkoniel had an uneasy sense that the king meant more than he said.

That sense grew stronger when Niryn and the priest accompanied them upstairs. Nari caught Arkoniel's eye as they followed and gave him a quick nod; lya and Lhel must already be safely away.

Entering Ariani's room, Arkoniel could sense no trace of magic, Oreska or otherwise.

Duke Rhius stood on the far side of the bed, holding his wife's hand. The princess was still blessedlyasleep, no doubt well drugged. With her black hair combed back smoothly and a hectic spot of color high on each cheek, she looked like one of her own dolls.

Rhius lifted the swaddled child from the bed and brought it to the king. He'd recovered enough to act his part with dignity.

'Your nephew, my liege," he said, placing the infant in Erius' arms. "With your leave, he shall be named Tobin Erius Akandor, in honor of your father's line."

'A son, Rhius!" Erius undid the swaddling with a gentle, practiced hand.

Arkoniel held his breath and blanked his mind as Niryn and the priest extended their hands over the sleeping child. Neither appeared to notice anything amiss; Lhel's magic had covered all trace of the abomination she'd wrought on the little body. And who would think to look for hill witch magic in the chamber of the king's own sister?

'A fine boy, Rhius, to bear such a name," Erius said. The birthmark caught his eye. "And look at the favor mark he bears. On his left arm, too. Niryn, you know how to read such things. What does this one mean?"

'Wisdom, Your Majesty," the wizard told him. "A most favorable trait in your son's future companion."

'Indeed it is," the king said. "Yes, you have my leave, brother, and my blessing. And I've brought a priest to make an offering for our little warrior."

'You have my thanks, brother," said Rhius.

The priest went to the hearth and began his droning prayers, casting resins and little wax offerings into the flames.

'By the Flame, he'll make a great playfellow for my Korin in a few years' time," the king went on. "Just think of the two of them, hunting and learning the sword together when your Tobin comes to join the Companions. Just like you and I were, eh? But there was a twin, too, I believe?"

Yes, thought Arkoniel, the king's spies had been thorough, after all.

Nari bent down and lifted another tiny bundle from behind the bed. Keeping her back to the princess, she brought it around to the king. "A poor little girl child, my king. Never drew breath."

Erius and the others examined the dead child just as closely, moving its flaccid limbs about, verifying the gender, and feeling its chest and neck for signs of life. Watching from the corner of his eye, Arkoniel saw the king cast a quick, questioning look at his wizard.

They know something. They're seeking something, Arkoniel thought dizzily. Niryn's question about dreams suddenly took on a dire resonance. Had the man had a vision of his own, a vision of this child? If so, then Lhel's magic did its work again, for the older wizard replied with a quick shake of his head.

Whatever they were looking for, they hadn't found it here. Arkoniel glanced away before any expression of relief could betray him.

The king handed the body back to Nari and clasped Rhius by the shoulders. "It's a hard thing, losing a child. Sakor knows I still grieve for my lost ones and their dear mother. It's cold comfort for you, I know, but it's best this way, before you'd both gotten attached."

'As you say," Rhius replied softly.