"You dare call me a fool? You're the fool, arguing for Kreazur's innocence when we all know that he was a traitor. You act like an old man who has lost all sense to his dotage. You shame our house with your simplicity."

He stared at her another moment, looking sad and old. And in that instant, she wished that she could take the words back. No matter how blind his devotion to the first minister, she should never have spoken to him thus. But she couldn't bring herself to apologize, or take back what she had said. A moment later, it was too late. Sertio was walking back toward the castle, and the soldiers who had accompanied them were looking at each other in confusion, wondering who among them should follow the duke, and who should remain with Diani.

She returned to the castle sometime later, searching halfheartedly for her father, and fearing that she might find him. Eventually she gave up, knowing that she'd see Sertio again when he wished to be found. She started back toward her own chamber, but before she had gone far, she saw the dukes of Brugaosa and Norinde. She had no desire to speak with thema"though they now claimed to agree with Diani and the other duchesses on how best to face the conspiracy, Diani hardly considered either man a friend.

Before she could duck into another corridor, however, Edamo spotted her and raised a hand in greeting.

"A word please, Lady Curlinte."

What choice did she have but to halt and wait for them? This, too, her father would have seen as a betrayal of her mother and their house. Diani was more convinced than ever that the Qirsi were responsible for Cyro's murder. In a sense, House Curlinte and House Brugaosa were bound to each other by the tragedy, both of them victims of Qirsi treachery. Still, Sertio continued to blame the Brugaosans for the loss of his son, just as the white-hairs had intended. It almost seemed that the duke chose to be ensnared by the white-hairs' deceptions, as if he found some perverse comfort in believing what the traitors wanted him to believe.

Edamo and Alao stopped before her, the older man smiling, the younger man merely watching her, without his usual sneer, but without much warmth either.

"Is there something you wish of me, Lord Brugaosa?"

"Lord Norinde and I were on our way to speak with the queen, and we thought it might help if you joined us."

"What did you intend to discuss with her?"

"In light of the dangers facing all of Sanbira's houses, and the preparations necessarya""

"We wish to return to our castles," Alao broke in, glancing impatiently at the older man. "If we're to wage a war against the Qirsi, we should be in command of our own armies. We can't do that from here."

"I gather," Diani said, "that the queen wishes us to remain here until we've heard from the sovereigns of the other realms."

"Clearly," the younger duke said, sounding as brusque with her as he had with Edamo. "I fail to see the point, however. She can send messages to all of us when word comes from the other realms. But if we leave now, we can be ready to march to battle immediately, and we can be certain that we'll be leading our own men to war."

"And what if some of the kings refuse to march with us?" she asked. "What if Eibithar and Caerisse choose to ally themselves with us, but Wethyrn and Aneira don't?"

Edamo's eyebrows went up. "Surely you don't expect that to happen."

"I believe it's possible. Some are less willing than others to believe that the Qirsi would challenge the might of the courts."

If the two men knew that she spoke of her father, they had the good sense to remain silent.

"The queen might need us here," she went on, "so that we can decide upon a response when word arrives from those who would be our allies."

"So you won't support us," Alao said, his voice flat.

"No, Lord Norinde, I won't. Please understand, Ia""

He started to walk away. "Good day, Lady Curlinte."

Edamo stared at her another moment before following the younger man.

"Why are you in such a rush to begin this war?" she called after them.

Alao stopped, faced her. "You of all people have to ask?"

"Yes, I do. We don't know yet where this war will be fought, or how. There is no Qirsi army, at least none of which we know. You speak of marching to war as quickly as possible, but I see no battle plain. What is it you really want?"

"I won't listen to this."

"You're still worried about the queen strengthening her hold on the throne, aren't you?"

Norinde said nothing, but after a moment, Edamo gave a harsh grin.

"Shouldn't we be?"

"No. Sanbira faces an enemy more dangerous than any we've faced in nine centuries. You should be concerned only with guarding the realm and defeating those who would destroy us."

"I wouldn't expect you to understand, Duchess. You lead a house that has been allied with the throne for centuries. You have nothing to fear from this power Olesya is accumulating. We do."

"But the Qirsia""

The duke opened his arms wide. "Where are the Qirsi, Duchess? As you yourself just said, there is no Qirsi army, there is no battle plain."

"But there will be."

He let his arms drop to his side once more. "Yes. I'm sure you're right. And while we wait for the enemy to show himself, we cede all authority to the queen. Well, there are limits to just how much Alao and I are willing to give her. We'll pay her tribute, and we'll send men to the royal army. But we will not allow Olesya to command all of our soldiers as if they were hers to do with as she pleases. Without an army of its own, Brugaosa would have been destroyed by the Matriarchy long ago. You see the Qirsi as the only threat, but I know better, and even with the white-hairs massing on our borders, I will not give my forces over to Yserne."

With that they left her, their footsteps echoing through the corridor. Diani still wished to find her father, but after this encounter with the dukes, she thought it best to speak first with the queen.

When she reached Olesya's presence chamber, however, she heard voices from within. She knocked on the door and after a moment, the queen called for her to enter. Olesya sat on her throne, looking toward the door. And there at the window, his lean frame shadowed against the light, stood Diani's father.

The duchess barely managed to bow to the queen before whirling toward him. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her conversation with Edamo and Alao forgotten for the moment.

"We were speaking of the Qirsi," Olesya answered. "Sertio is concerned that we've been too quick to dismiss all of our ministers, that perhaps some of them can be of help in this fight. He also fears that we've been wrong to assume that Kreazur was a traitor"

"Forgive me for saying so, Your Highness, but my father does not speak for House Curlinte. I do."

"He doesn't claim to speak for your house, Lady Curlinte. He came to me as a friend and that is the spirit in which I've considered his words."

Diani glanced at her father, not bothering to mask her anger. But then she nodded to the queen. "Yes, Your Highness."

Olesya was eyeing the duke as well. "Perhaps you'd like to tell her what you've told me."

The duke shifted uncomfortably, saying nothing.

"She has a right to know, Sertio."

"Know what?" Diani narrowed her eyes, glaring at her father. "What is this about?"

He cleared his throat, casting a quick glance at the queen. "You know that I've had my doubts about Kreazur's guilt all along. Shortly after his death, I sent word to Curlinte that his quarters were to be searched."

"You what?"

"I reasoned that if he was with the conspiracy, there would be gold hidden somewhere in his chamber. That's the one thing we know about the Qirsi who lead this movement: they have a good deal of gold and they pay those who serve them quite well."

"How dare you do such a thing!" Diani said, her voice quavering with rage. "I lead our house, not you! You should have discussed it with me first! You should have asked my permission!"

"Would you have let me do it?"

She started to reply, then closed her mouth again, looking away.

"That's why I didn't discuss it with you."

Diani felt her face redden. She didn't want to have this conversation in front of the queen. "You had no right," she muttered.

"I received word from Curlinte today. Don't you want to know what they found?"

She looked at him. Of course she wanted to know, but she couldn't bring herself to ask.

"Nothing," he said. "Nothing at all. Kreazur had twenty qinde to his name, about what you'd expect for a man living on a minister's wage."

"That doesn't mean anything. He might have spent it all."

"On what? He had no jewelry, no riches of any sort. He wore simple clothes beneath his ministerial robes. He carried a blade with a wooden hilt."

"Maybe he gave his gold to someone else. Perhaps he had a woman in Curlinte. Or maybe he brought all his gold with him to Yserne and it was taken by the brigands who killed him. This tells us nothing."

"I'm afraid I must disagree, Diani," the queen said. "It may not establish his innocence, but in my mind it certainly casts some doubt on his guilt."

"Who was it searched his chamber?" the duchess demanded, glowering at Sertio again. "Another white-hair?"

"Actually it was your master of arms."

She felt her mouth twitch.

"Isn't it possible that we were wrong about him, Diani? Isn't it possible that there's some other explanation for the way he died?"

"Like what? If he wasn't a traitor, what was he doing in the city? Why did he come to Yserne at all? There's no other explanation that makes any sense."

Sertio looked at the queen, abruptly seeming unsure of himself. "Perhaps we were intended to think that he was a traitor."

"To what end?" the queen asked. "His death certainly didn't help the Qirsi in this castle. It's only served to deepen our suspicions."

"Maybe whoever was responsible didn't have any choice. Maybe Kreazur had learned that this person was the traitor, but he died before he could tell anyone else."

"I don't believe any of this," Diani said, shaking her head. "We found Kreazur in the city, not someone else. It was his body that was covering those gold pieces and lying next to an empty money pouch. What you learned from the master of arms changes nothing." Even as she spoke the words, however, Diani felt doubt seeping into her mind. She couldn't countenance what her father had donea"certainly he never would have sent instructions to anyone in Castle Curlinte while her mother was duchessa"but neither could she ignore what he had learned. There should have been gold in the man's chamber, or failing that, some evidence of the riches that would have accrued from his service to the movement. What if she had been wrong about Kreazur? What if his denials had been true, his devotion to Curlinte genuine? Wasn't this one instance where it was preferable to be mistaken?

"In a way she's right," Sertio was saying to the queen. "This message from Curlinte doesn't change a thing. In fact, it makes it more likely that one of the other ministers is a traitor."

"You're certain it would be one of the ministers?"

"If we're right about Kreazur, it would almost have to be. They're the only Qirsi with whom he had any contact after his arrival. If he went to the city because he overheard somethinga""

"Or if he followed someone there," Diani broke in, the words seeming to come to her unbidden.

Sertio and the queen looked at her.

"Now you agree with us?" her father asked.

"I'm willing to admit that it's possible." Seeing the smile on her father's face, the relief, she felt much of her anger at him sluice away. "You may not believe this, Father, but I never wanted to believe that he was a traitor. I know how much Mother cared for him."

Sertio gazed at her another moment before facing the queen once more. "As I was saying, if he overheard a conversation among traitors or followed someone to the city, it would have meant that he first encountered them here in the castle. In which case, the traitor is still here, and we need to figure out who it is."

"There could be more than one," Diani said. "That's why I still believe we need to keep all of the ministers at a distance."

"For a time perhaps," Sertio said. "Until we can winnow out those who have betrayed us. But eventually we need to begin trusting the Qirsi again. Even in those realms that have suffered the most for the betrayals of their Qirsi, only a few of the ministers have proven to be traitors. It would be folly for us to assume that all of our Qirsi have abandoned Sanbira for this conspiracy of theirs."

"But how are we to know who we can trust and who we can't?" Diani asked, looking from her father to the queen. "All it takes is one traitor to endanger the queen's life ora"" She stopped abruptly, the realization coming to her with such force that for a moment she couldn't draw breath.

"Diani?" her father said, taking a step toward her, his eyes wide with concern.

"Your Highness," she began, finding her voice, "do I remember correctly that you questioned the gate guards who were on duty the night Kreazur died?"

"Yes, and all of them said the same thing. They saw no one leave the castle, not even your first minister."

The duchess nodded, her mouth suddenly dry. "Then I regret to say that our search for the traitors must begin with those Qirsi who serve House Yserne."

Olesya's brow furrowed. "Why woulda"?" She lifted a slender hand to our mouth, the color draining from her face. "Ean save us all! You're right, of course."

Sertio shook his head. "I don't understand."

"Kreazur didn't know this castle well enough to find a way out that would allow him to avoid all of the queen's guards. Regardless of whether he was accompanying someone else or merely following, the other person had to be one of Yserne's Qirsi."

"How many Qirsi live in the castle, Your Highness?" the duke asked.

"I have six ministers in all, and many healersa"I'm not certain of the number."

"We should question them."

Diani brushed the hair from her face with an impatient hand. "I disagree. We need more information first. If we make it known that we've narrowed our suspicions to the queen's Qirsi, we'll give them time to escape, or at least to prepare their lies. Best we reveal nothing for now."

"You're right," the queen said. "I believe it would be a mistake even to inform the other nobles." She gave a small smile. "It seems the two of you have a bit of work to do."

Diani frowned. "Your Highness?"

"As you just said, Lady Curlinte, we need more information. And it seems I have little choice but to leave it to the two of you to find it for me." She stood, as if to signal an end to their audience. "You're to start immediately, and work as quickly as possible. I agree that loyal Qirsi will be invaluable to us in the coming war. The sooner we can begin to win back their trust and offer them ours, the better."

"But, Your Highness," Diani began. "Howa""

"You can begin by searching the quarters of all the Qirsi who live in Castle Yserne," the queen told her. "It worked in Curlinte, perhaps it will work here as well."

"Very well, Your Highness." Diani met her father's gaze and held it briefly. After a moment, they both started toward the door.

"Lady Curlinte," the queen said, stopping her. "I assume that you came to my chamber looking for me. Was there another matter you wished to discuss?"