Tyrant’s Blood

‘No!’ Leo yelled. ‘You will not so much as speak my name, you treacherous, snivelling, arse-licking bastard!’ He drew a sword with a chilling ring from its scabbard at his hip; even in this low light Freath recognised the sword.

He bent his head, accepting the rebuke. ‘I am unworthy of being slain by Faeroe, your majesty.’

He sensed Leo’s hesitation but it was Faris who stepped between them. ‘Stop!’

‘I warned you,’ Leo bristled, his voice edged with emotion.

‘Just wait, your majesty!’ Faris demanded. ‘Extinguish the lantern,’ he growled at Tern. ‘On your feet, Freath.’

Freath felt himself hauled upright. He still couldn’t face his sovereign.

‘Where’s Jewd?’ Faris asked.

‘Just coming up the hill now with the others,’ Tern answered. ‘I can just see him. He’s moving quickly which means his money pouch is a lot lighter.’

‘Did anyone follow us?’ Faris demanded.

‘No,’ came the reply.

Freath dared a look. Leo had not taken his gaze from the former aide to his parents, his face glowering with such open hatred that Freath expected to feel Faeroe sliding into his belly at any moment. ‘Hear me out, majesty,’ he risked, for Leo’s hearing only. ‘I might surprise you.’

Leo said nothing, simply stared at him with a deepening sneer.

The man they called Jewd finally arrived, and Freath recognised him as none other than the arrow-throwing giant from the inn. Two other men accompanied him. ‘It was a ruse?’ Freath sputtered.

Faris nodded. ‘I needed to create a disturbance so that we could get you out of there with no one remembering you leave.’

‘For when we kill you and leave you for the wolves,’ Leo finished.

Freath inwardly sighed. He could not blame the young man. ‘Does he lose purposely, then?’ he asked, simply for something to say that would throw Leo off his back.

‘No, he does that without even trying,’ Faris answered. ‘He was born a shocking gambler,’ he added, loud enough for the giant to hear.

Jewd ignored him. ‘So this is our traitor, is it? Puny, isn’t he? Shall I snap him in half, your majesty?’

Leo’s lip curled. ‘Not yet, Jewd. I want him for myself.’ Freath watched the king’s grip on Faeroe tighten.

Once again Faris calmed the tension. ‘Right, you men, get yourselves something to eat. Thanks for tonight, you did well. No fire unfortunately this low in the woods, but tomorrow night I promise a meal of roasted meat.’ The rest of the outlaws grumbled but meandered off leaving the four of them.

‘Well, gentlemen,’ Faris said, taking in the king and Freath with a roving gaze, ‘it’s time to talk. No swords needed, majesty.’ He raised a hand as the king opened his mouth, no doubt to hurl more abuse, Freath guessed. ‘Your highness, we are going to listen. If Master Freath is every inch the slippery snake you describe him as and as cunning as you suggest, then I have to query why he would willingly put himself into a den of Freath-haters unarmed, alone, and knowing full well that he carries a death wish by walking into our lives.’ He paused before adding, ‘We should consider the possibility that he’s innocent.’

‘Innocent?’ Leo repeated. ‘He threw the queen from the highest level of Brighthelm.’ But he reluctantly sheathed Faeroe.

Freath swallowed. How? Where had he been hiding in the palace to see so much!

Leo continued, despite Faris’s warning glare. ‘He picked her up by her royal garments at her neck,’ he said, pointing to his own, ‘and at her tail, and without so much as a farewell, flung her through the window so she could smash on the flagstones below. And then he turned and smiled at the hag from the Steppes.’ If winter had a voice, it would sound like Leo’s.

‘You saw,’ Freath choked.

‘Yes, I saw. I saw everything you did, Freath.’

‘But you did not hear,’ Freath defended.

Leo seemed unperturbed. ‘I did not hear what you and my mother discussed before you murdered her, perhaps, but everythi—’

Freath interrupted, no longer caring about protocol. ‘Because if you had been able to hear, you would have known that she instructed me to do that.’

Leo paused, astonished, and then leapt for Freath. Jewd hauled him back. ‘Forgive me, majesty,’ the big man growled into the young man’s ear. ‘We said we would listen.’

Freath rubbed self-consciously at his throat.

‘Let’s be seated, all of us,’ Faris said, glaring at his young monarch.

Jewd threw one of the stools in Freath’s direction. As Freath sat warily, Faris urged Leo to sit on the second stool. The outlaw adopted a crouch that he managed to make appear comfortable.

‘Why don’t you tell us everything you came here to share?’ Faris suggested. ‘Highness, during this time, why don’t you…er, respectfully, be quiet and still? Begin, Freath. If anything you say does not ring honestly to my ear, I will not wait for the king’s command. Jewd will happily snap your neck for me as easily as he might a twig.’

Freath nodded. He gave his attention to Leo. ‘It began with your father calling me into his salon on the day of your sister’s birth, your highness…’

9 (#ulink_34bfa349-9d46-5d90-bb22-13f1f49b47c4)

Kirin had fallen into conversation with a woman travelling with her brother. ‘And what prompted you to go looking for such a long lost friend?’ she asked, taking a sip from the water bladder that hung from her horse’s neck.

Very few women travelled with merchants and most of those, for whatever reason, chose to be carried in the carts. He was impressed she was riding, and flattered that she had chosen to speak to him. ‘It’s been a decade. Friends should not fall out of contact,’ he answered as vaguely as he could.

‘He could be married by now,’ she said.

‘He probably is,’ Kirin replied, shaking his head at her offer of a sip of water.

‘Where will you begin?’

He looked at her quizzically. ‘I have no idea. Why?’

She smiled. ‘I think it’s exciting. You’re off on a journey of discovery. You could travel the entire realm…I mean compass…before you even get a clue as to his whereabouts.’

‘That’s true. And I may never get that clue.’

‘That would be a shame. Think positive, Kirin Felt.’

‘And so you’re both travelling to Brighthelm?’ Kirin asked. At her nod, he added, ‘What are you, guards or something?’

‘What makes you say that?’ she asked, amused.

‘Well, you’re riding, for a start.’

‘Very observant!’ she replied archly. ‘No, I’m just using the caravan for security. My brother and I need to get into the city to see some relatives but we didn’t want to travel alone. So long as we pay our tithe and follow the rules, the merchants don’t mind. They’re good company as well.’

He nodded. He’d also paid a fee that allowed him the security of the merchant caravan and their mercenary guards. ‘Where do your relatives live?’