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"Alan, the Queen was never very strong," Myles reminded her. "The Sweating Sickness ruined her health. Her weakness now is probably natural. Think carefully before you make any accusations, please." Myles drew a deep breath.

"The enemy you will make is too powerful for you to accuse without evidence-and plenty of it."

Alanna looked Myles in the eye. "You suspect him, too."

Myles sighed and tugged his beard. "I have no proof, Alan. He's too clever to be easily caught. All I have-all you have-is coincidence. You cannot accuse a man of high treason on coincidence."

"Demon Grey and his mate weren't coincidences." After weeks of wrestling with herself on the matter, Alanna told her friend about discovering that her token could show her when sorcery had been used. She even let Myles hold it. He examined it briefly and returned it to her. "How did you get this?" Alanna told him about that meeting in the forest, omitting only that the G.o.ddess had spoken to her as a girl. Men were sometimes chosen by the Mother, and she couldn't bring herself to tell Myles she had lied about her ident.i.ty for years. The knight listened, his face expressionless. When she finished, he asked, "Is there anything else you think I should know?"



After keeping her suspicions bottled up for so long, Alanna let them spill out. "Duke Gareth's horse had a burr fixed in its saddle blanket when it threw the Duke. And the man who saddled the horse disappeared that same day. The night I was kidnapped by the Tusaine? I talked with Duke Roger. He wanted me to be his friend. He said if I was his friend, I'd live to a ripe old age. I told him I wanted my friends to have the same, and I didn't think that was what he wanted. He left, and the fog came up. You remember the fog and that Faithful couldn't be wakened? Isn't it strange that everything happened after he visited me and that the one being that could've helped me-my cat-was knocked out magically? The Tusaines were ready for me, Myles. They used special chains on me. Not only that, but they had heard about me, and I wasn't to be released. Who told them so much about me? Jem-Jemis? I don't think he knew I had anything more than a healing Gift. And didn't you ever wonder why the first major attack launched by the enemy separated Jonathan from all the others?"

"You have no proof," Myles replied steadily.

"Duke Roger isn't a careless man," Alanna said bitterly. "I have only what I've seen and what I think." She got up and poked the fire, her jaw tight with anger.

"You hate Roger, don't you?" Myles asked quietly. He poured them each a gla.s.s of wine.

Alanna paused, thinking. "If hate is wanting to crush someone because you know they're evil, then yes-I hate the Duke of Conte."

Myles grasped her by the shoulders. "Be careful. He's too powerful to anger. You could easily be the one to die, and no one would know he was to blame. He can do it. You know he can. And if you're out of the way, who will keep him away from Jonathan? He's afraid of you, or he wouldn't have risked exposure to make a friend out of you." Alanna grinned. Myles had just given her an idea. "I think I know someone else he might fear."

DON'T be such a ninny," Alex urged as Alanna struggled with the skates.

"Surely you ice-skated at Trebond."

"Not since I was little," Alanna replied curtly, eying the frozen surface before her. Gary and Raoul were racing their squires while Jonathan helped Cythera of Elden to her feet. Another of the Queen's ladies, Gwynnen, was laughing merrily as she performed figure-eights under the January sun.

How had she let herself walk into a stupid bet with Alex? She hadn't ice-skated since the time she fell in when she was just five. But everyone had called her chicken, and Jonathan had looked at her with "Please?" in his eyes, and Alex had bet her ten gold n.o.bles she couldn't get around the pond once without falling. Her n.o.ble's pride couldn't refuse such a challenge, even though she had been wary of Alex ever since the mock duel when he had nearly killed her.

Her friends applauded as she tottered out onto the ice, Faithful yowling encouragement from the land. He had insisted on coming, although-like any sane cat-he hated water, frozen or not. Alanna tried a few steps, relieved to find the ice was firm beneath her. Getting a little bolder, she skated several feet, stopping only to retie a skate lace.

Without warning Geoffrey and Sacherell swept up behind her and seized her by both arms, taking off with her down the pond's length. Alanna laughed and ordered them to let her go, knowing they wouldn't drop her. Raoul's squire was the best skater in the palace, and Geoffrey was quite good for someone born and reared in Persopolis. Grinning, they deposited her in front of Alex.

"Well?" The young knight grinned, pointing to the ice. "A bet's a bet!"

Alanna set off doggedly around the edge of the pond, her legs pumping steadily. Once she got into the rhythm of it, she had only to watch for b.u.mps and rough spots in the ice. This is more fun than I remembered, she thought, reaching the far end of the pond, many yards away from her friends. Perhaps I should skate more!

At this end of the pond there were several clumps of reeds. She gave them a wide berth, remembering that ice was weaker in such areas. Only a third of the way remained to go when the ice gave way beneath her. She fell into bone-cold water like a stone, biting back a scream of fright. It had happened just this way when she was five, with the skates pulling her down. She fought to get them off her feet, holding her breath and cursing the fear of cold that made her wear so many clothes. There! The skates were off her feet, and she was plowing toward the surface again. Her lungs were bursting. Terror rose up, choking her. She forced herself to think, knowing that if she panicked now she would be dead. Surely the air was just above her. . . .

Her hands contacted ice. She groped, trying to find the hole through which she had come; but it was useless. s.h.i.+vering helplessly in the water, she felt for the ember-stone. She didn't even realize it was in her numb hand until its fire blazed out, and a hole melted in the ice above her head. She shot to the surface, inhaling a huge gasp of air, before her sodden clothes pulled her under.

Once more, she thought grimly, and she forced herself to the surface again. This time strong hands gripped both her arms, and Jon and Raoul pulled her out onto the ice. "Did someone go for help?" Jonathan asked tensely as he pulled off her jacket. "Get he-get his outer things off."

"The girls went," Gary replied, tugging off Alanna's mittens. "Mithros, Alan, you gave us a-Faithful, get away from there!"

Alanna tried to turn her head. "What's he doing?" she gasped.

Raoul frowned as he tugged off her remaining boot. "He's licking the ice. C'mon, Alan, let's get you onto dry land."

Alanna enjoyed the unique sensation of being carried by someone who handled her as if she were a kitten. "Licking the ice?" she asked sleepily.

"I'll be right there," Jonathan said. He and Alex skated over to the cat. "Come on, Faithful," he instructed sternly. "You'll worry Alan."

Alex was shaking his head. "I don't understand. This pond's been frozen solid for weeks. How-"

"Why do animals lick ice?" Jon asked, his voice odd. Carefully he knelt beside Faithful, keeping an eye on the wide hole in the ice where Alanna had gone through. He rubbed his ungloved hand near the hole and tasted. "Someone threw salt on this part of the ice," he announced slowly. "Look how it's pitted and marked right here."

"Murder," Alex whispered, looking more closely. "But which of us is a murderer's target? Could it be just a very bad idea of a joke?"

"I'm not laughing," Jonathan commented drily. "Are you?"

ONCE she had recovered from her icy dunking, Alanna decided to take action. She sent a verbal message, not daring to trust her thoughts to a letter, to Thom through George. She needed her brother's help. Only Roger could have been behind the mishap on the duckpond, and she knew she wanted no more such "mishaps" happening to her. She also found it interesting that Alex had been there.

Weeks went by without an answer and without the messenger's return. George finally sent out search parties, and in March Alanna had an answer-of sorts.

"My messenger was slain," George told her. "Five arrows in his back, all poisoned. Someone was takin' no chances."

Alanna frowned. "I'll have to go myself," she said worriedly. "Not now, the mountain pa.s.ses are snowed in. And Jonathan needs me."

George forced her to look at him. "You're in love with Jon, aren't you?" he asked softly. "And me a blind fool not to have seen it before."

Alanna shook him off. "I don't know what love is," she said uncomfortably. "At least, not the kind you're talking about-the forever kind."

George laughed and shook his head. "La.s.s, when will you learn to see what's before your nose?"

Alanna reached up and tweaked George's own nose. "When I have something to see," she teased. "So stop trying to make me see something that isn't there."

George smiled. "You're a stubborn youngling," he told her. "It's one of your charms. And if you're plannin' any ride to the City of the G.o.ds, I'm goin' with you." He silenced her protest by putting a large hand over her mouth. "Didn't you hear me before? Five poison-tipped arrows in my man, and it's as well for you he carried a message rather than a letter. He was searched, his things spread all over the snow. It's good we've had a cold winter-everything was frozen just as it was when they killed him. So, miss, like it or no, I go with you when you visit your brother."

Alanna made a face and kept quiet. When the time came, she would get away without George. She could take care of herself!

JONATHAN did not want her to go, but Alanna rode for the City of the G.o.ds in early April, leaving Faithful with strict instructions to watch the Prince and to get Myles if anything happened. Saddling Moonlight before dawn, she slipped out of the palace. Few people-no rogues-were up and about in the city. She thought she had fooled George, since she had given no one more than half a day's warning of her departure. She was wrong. The thief was waiting for her at the gates, dressed for riding and mounted on a st.u.r.dy bay.

"Jonathan told you," Alanna accused her friend.

"No. Stefan keeps messenger-birds. I've got you under tight watch, youngling, and it's well for you that I do."

Since there was nothing she could do, Alanna laughed and fell in beside George. Would she ever be able to outwit him?

The ride north was a good one. George was witty and entertaining; he had some wonderful stories to tell. They stopped at Trebond for a night. Coram was shocked to see the company Alanna kept and read her a strong lecture, but Alanna shrugged it off. Instead she spent time with the young man Coram was training as his replacement; he was a nice fellow, with a small family and some education. Alanna knew when she was done talking to him that he would serve her as faithfully as Coram did. Plans were made for Coram to come to the palace in November, in order to be there when Alanna underwent the Ordeal.

Alanna and George rode on to the City of the G.o.ds. Alanna sighed wearily when they finally arrived before the City's great walls. Grey mountains bare of almost any greenery stretched for leagues around, making for a dull, tiring ride.

"How can Thom live in such a cursed ugly place?" she asked George. "I'd go mad if I had to look at this all the time."

"He probably doesn't notice," her friend replied. "Most scholars don't."

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