Royal Exile

‘Share with me the name you gave our daughter.’

He found a sad smile and whispered it for her hearing alone.

‘Very beautiful,’ Iselda admitted. ‘A choice I certainly approve of. But I would now ask a favour of you, Brennus.’

‘Anything, my love.’

‘Send out an edict that no child of Penraven will ever bear that name from this day. It belongs only to her.’

He nodded. ‘It will be done, I promise.’

‘You’d best ask the funerary to prepare our tombs, including Leo’s. I can’t imagine we are long for this earth.’

‘Come now, Iselda. Rally, my queen, for the sake of your son. All is not lost. Loethar will have a tough time breaching our walls.’

‘How is that supposed to cheer me? Loethar has only to sit us out. Our supplies will dwindle soon enough.’

‘I promise you this: whatever happens, Leo will escape the tyrant’s touch.’

‘How can you know that? In the same way you knew that the barbarian could never succeed in taking the Set?’ It was a low blow but well deserved. He shouldn’t have been so arrogant to Loethar. The warlord had called his bluff. She wasn’t finished with him yet. ‘And your other son?’

‘The barbarian will not bother himself with the boy.’ Brennus took her hand.

She shrugged it off. ‘If you could keep that promise I could go to my death happy. But how can you be so sure?’

Brennus paused. She imagined he was weighing telling the truth against saying something to make her heart beat easier. ‘I have already taken steps for Leo’s escape. He doesn’t know it yet, of course, but should Loethar enter the palace, no matter what else occurs, Leo will be protected. In time he will carry the torch of the Valisars against the tyrant. We, my love, are expendable — as is Piven — and I intend to see that Loethar burns all his energies on enjoying my demise, while our healthy son slips his net.’

None of it sat easy in her heart, especially the betrayal of Piven. He was an invalid but he could still feel pain and fear. She was weary of grief. ‘Perhaps her death is for the best then,’ she said, as he opened the door to leave.

‘Why do you say that?’ he asked, glancing at the dead girl in his arms.

‘Because she would have been a complication to your plan. If she hadn’t have died, you might have had to have her killed … to be sure she would not be used as Loethar’s tool. I would offer Piven the same courtesy if I only had the courage.’

Brennus blanched, stared at her with such apology in his painful glance before he left wordlessly that in that heartstopping moment of his pause Iselda believed she had stumbled upon the real truth of her daughter’s demise. As the door closed on her chilling revelation the Queen of Penraven knew she had no further desire to live — the Valisar name and its sinister secret suddenly no longer mattered.

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‘My sister’s dead,’ Leo said in the bald way that any twelve year old might comment.

Gavriel nodded. ‘I’m sorry for your family … for you, majesty.’

‘I was hoping for a brother — not like Piven, but one like you have.’

‘Girls are fun too,’ Gavriel replied, knowing the youngster probably wouldn’t catch on fully to his innuendo.

Leo screwed his nose up. ‘They’re not much good at fishing, archery, riding, fighting —’

‘Ha! Don’t you believe it, majesty,’ Gavriel said. ‘They’re pretty good at most things and very good at others.’

‘Like what?’

‘Er, well, like looking beautiful, smelling nice …’

The boy obviously thought about this for a few moments as Gavriel helped to hoist him up to balance perilously on his shoulders. ‘Get that one, your majesty,’ he said, pointing to a particularly fat, ripe-looking pear. The pear landed in Gavriel’s outstretched hand. ‘One more, over there.’

As he stretched to reach it, Leo continued, ‘Smelling good isn’t much help in a battle, though, is it?’

Gavriel liked the way Leo’s mind worked. He still had that direct, slightly unnerving manner of all children but the crown prince was a thinker and often amused Gavriel and Corbel with his opinionated insights. He was maturing fast, too. Gavriel was still young enough to recall how quickly one could turn from a youngster disinterested in anything but boyish pursuits into a young man whose every thought seemed to focus around women and enjoying them.

Gavriel could almost yearn for that carefree way of even five anni previous but it was lost to him. And not just because of the toll of years; Loethar was stealing the Set’s future, might well steal their lives if he was gauging the mood of his father and the king correctly. The palace was preparing for siege, and the word was already going out that, impossible though it seemed, Barronel’s fall was now inevitable. Penraven’s people should flee, preferably via the sea, since Loethar had no ships, and no sailing prowess even if he could secure vessels. Penraven’s coastline was so vast that anyone who wanted to leave the realm could, finding safety in the Taramanian Isles to the west, or in the eastern kingdom of Galinsea.

But there would be no escape for the De Vis brothers. The sovereign was counting on them to behave as men now; the innocence of childhood was a luxury long behind them.

Leo leapt down from Gavriel’s shoulders, ignoring the hand of help. ‘Eat your pear,’ Gavriel said, crunching into his. He wondered how he was going to live up to the task asked of him by his king, but was quickly reminded of what had fallen on Corbel’s shoulders and shuddered. His brother’s task was far more daunting.

‘What do you mean?’ Leo asked.

‘What?’

‘You said you wondered how he could kill something so tiny.’

Gavriel realised he must have spoken the final thought about his brother aloud. ‘Nothing. I don’t remember.’

‘You remember everything, Gav. Dates, debts, all sorts of facts.’

‘Quite. And speaking of debts, you owe me two trents.’

‘I haven’t forgotten. Where’s Corbel?’

‘Running an errand for our father,’ Gavriel answered, suddenly unable to swallow his mouthful of pear. He spat it out.

‘Worm?’

‘No, just suddenly tasted a bit acid.’

‘Mine’s sweet, just like Sarah Flarty’s backside,’ Leo said, then burst into laughter at Gavriel’s astonished expression. ‘Well, you told me so.’

Gavriel sucked in a breath at the notion that he’d probably never pinch Sarah’s pert bottom again and her promised tumble in the hayloft was likely not to happen, now that he was a full-time babysitter to the crown prince. Every hour of the day youwatch him, you guard him, his father had impressed after the king had told him what it was that they expected of Gavriel. He isnever to be far from you. And when the time comes you mustdisappear with him. No farewells, no packing, no notes left behind. Heis all that matters. Protect Leo with your life. Raise him.

Raise him? He wasn’t ready to be a father figure. He wasn’t even sure he knew how to see to the boy’s needs for a full day. He often still felt like a child himself, usually deferring to Corb’s cunning. And now his brother was gone.

‘Did you see your sister?’ Gavriel asked, not meaning to ask something so blunt but needing the image of his brother close. How would they manage without each other?

‘Mother doesn’t know but father allowed me to see her because I wanted to. She doesn’t — didn’t — look like me. Did you see her?’ Gavriel shook his head, unable to utter the lie. ‘Well, she had dark hair. Father told me to kiss her but —’ he made a sound of disgust — ‘I didn’t want to. She felt stiff, cold.’

Gavriel silently praised the emotional armour with which childhood still protected Leo.

‘They’re burying her in the family crypt. She has her own tombstone being carved. I’ll kiss her tombstone perhaps, shall I?’