"She learned of it, nonetheless," Olio admitted.

"And now? How do you handle the strain now?"

"Well, I think," the prince said a little too quickly. Powl saw Edaytor look down at the floor.

"There's something else, isn't there?"

"I cured a p-p-patient b-b-by m-m-myself tonight for the first time."

"You used the Key's magic without the prelate's help?"

Olio nodded.

"This is astounding," the primate said, more to himself than the others.

"What will you do?" Olio asked.

"Do? Nothing, I think. What can I do? I will not stop you carrying out your work at the hospice, as long as you guarantee me that you will never place your own life at risk here."

"I do p-p-promise that," Olio said.

"Well, then, we have come to an understanding. I hope both of you feel you can trust me more readily."

"Yes, of course," Edaytor said quickly.

"I am sorry we did not do so earlier," Olio added.

"Well and good. I will leave you two alone, then." Powl put a hand on Olio's shoulder.

"Your Highness, if there is ever a time you need assistance or some comfort, I am always at your service. I know you held my predecessor in high regard and with great affection, but although he is gone and I am now in his place, the function and purpose of the office of primate had not changed."

"Thank you," Olio said sincerely. "I will not forget."

Dejanus held out a full flagon of cheap wine. "Well, Hrelth? This or a penny?'

Hrelth, still hugging his lantern, knew the wine would warm him better and reached for the flagon. Dejanus laughed and pulled it away.

"First, you take me to the hospice. It is dark and you have a lamp."

Hrelth said nothing but scampered down the street, followed by Dejanus. He had tostop every twenty paces or so for Dejanus, who was still feeling the effects of his drinking bout, to catch up.

Eventually they reached the street where Hrelth had set up watch. He pointed to a dark window. "That is where I saw the magic."

Dejanus checked no one else was on the street and went to the window. He cupped his hands on either side of his face and peered through the glass. He could only dimly make out the shape of a bed and someone lying in it. He grunted and moved back to where Hrelth waited.

"There's no prince there now," he said, unhappy he had crawled out into the cold night for nothing.

Hrelth suddenly put a finger to his lips, then pointed farther down the street. A sliver of light appeared, and a dark shape emerged. "Thank you, Father," the shape said to someone still inside. "Good work tonight."

"That's the primate's voice," Dejanus whispered.

Hrelth was not sure if he was supposed to comment or not, but decided that saying nothing was the safest course.

The sliver of light disappeared, and the dark shape left behind turned and started walking away from the couple watching him.

"I must follow," Dejanus decided suddenly. "The primate and I have things to talk about." He handed the flagon to Hrelth. "You stay here and keep an eye on the hospice.

I'll be back later."

Hrelth took the flagon gratefully and squatted down in the street.

Areava was woken by a sudden spasm of pain. At first she thought it had just been a dream, but then she noticed her sheets were wet. Another spasm made her gasp in surprise.

"God, it's happening!" she cried. "Too soon! Two months too soon!" She put her hands over her belly, expecting to feel the baby moving. The shape felt different, but there was no kicking or wriggling.

She waited for the pain to pass and got out of her bed. It was harder to do than she would have thought possible. She half-walked, half-waddled to the door to her bedchamber and pulled it open. Two surprised guards snapped to attention. They caught a glimpse of her Majesty in a nightgown and averted their eyes.

"Get Doctor Trion," she told them, her voice heavy, and disappeared back inside.

Powl had almost reached the palace gates when a dark shape suddenly loomed in front of him. He was too surprised to be afraid. There was not enough light by which to see a face, but there was no mistaking the bulk.

"Good evening, Constable," Powl said. "What are you doing out at this hour?"

"I might ask the same thing of you," Dejanus returned.

Powl could smell the wine even from two paces away, and was irritated by the sharp reply to what he thought was a perfectly amiable greeting.

"Visiting one of my priests, if you must know," Powl answered."I am the constable. It is my job to know ..." Dejanus spread his arms as if he was trying to encompass the whole city. "... everything about everything."

"That's ambitious," Powl said dryly.

"I am an ambitious man. Indeed, we are both ambitious men."

Powl started, immediately suspicious. "What are you talking about?"

Dejanus laughed; the sound was like rocks rolling down a hill. "We have something in common. We both have secrets."

Powl caught his breath. "I have no secrets."

Dejanus put a huge arm around the primate's shoulders and bent his face down near his. Powl winced at the smell of his breath. "Everyone has secrets. I bet even God has secrets. But I know some of yours. Do you want to know some of mine?"

Powl removed the man's arm and said coldly, "I have no secrets that you could know about. And I am certainly not interested in yours."

Dejanus, even in his semi-drunken state, could hear the growing alarm in the priest's voice. So what was going on in that hospice? He put his arm around the priest again and drew him in.

"Believe me, your Grace, you would be very interested in my secrets. My secrets can tear down monarchs and put new monarchs in their place. My secrets can curdle milk and kingdoms. My secrets are so heavy that when I die I will sink straight to the underworld."

Powl was now afraid. What was this oaf talking about?

"You are playing at the high table now, Primate Powl. You need friends."

"I have friends," Powl said angrily and twisted away. "I am the queen's confessor, and I am a close associate of Chancellor Orkid Gravespear."

Dejanus scowled at the priest, and then started laughing again. "You are no longer confessor to anyone but yourself, your Grace, and Orkid Gravespear has secrets as dark as mine."

Powl pushed past the constable. He heard the man's laughter follow him all the way to the palace gates.

The midwife used her hand to explore the queen's body, keeping her eyes always averted. She was not so coy with any other patient, and the truth was Areava would have no objection to her using all her senses, but she felt that the majesty of the monarch should be preserved whenever possible.

"There is some dilation," she said. "How often are the spasms apart?"

"I've only experienced them once," Areava replied.

"Well, this is your first child, so we can expect a long labor," Doctor Trion said.

He rested his palm against Areava's forehead. "Good, good," he muttered to himself.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Do? Why, your Majesty, you wait. And then you suffer. And then you are a mother."

"The baby is too early."

Doctor Trion tried to hide his concern. "I have delivered many early babies. Some are impatient to see the world for themselves, and since this is a Rosetheme, and you tell meit is a girl and I believe it, I do not think anyone in the kingdom will be surprised she wants to make an unexpected appearance."

"I want my brother here. I want Olio."

"I will see that someone gets him," Trion assured her.

Hrelth had finished most of the flagon of wine Dejanus had given him. His fingers and toes were now quite warm, and his cheeks felt flushed. He stretched out a little. His head lolled back and his eyes closed. He did not see the prince and prelate leave the hospice. He did not wake when a rat crawled over his legs. His hand twitched, knocking over his lamp.

The lamp rolled down the street and bumped into the hospice wall. The glass cage cracked, and burning oil spilled out. Yellow flame spurted up the wall, caught and consumed dry leaves on a window sill, travelled up a thatch fill to the roof, growing all the time, and then caught the tail end of the onshore breeze that riffled among all the rooftops of the city's old quarter.

Chapter 29.

Kumul lay awake in the early hours of a new day, his first in the civilized lands east of the Algonka Pass for many months. It was hard for him to believe that spring was almost over. He had forgotten how long it took a large army to march any distance, even one as mobile as the Chetts'. In some ways it seemed a lifetime ago when he and his friends had crossed into the Oceans of Grass. Since then his prince had grown into adulthood and become a leader among warriors; the world he had lived in all his life had been turned upside down; the sureties of his past had become the uncertainties of his future. Most of all, he thought with wonder, Jenrosa Alucar had fallen in love with him.

How and when he had fallen in love with her was a mystery to him, and in that way seemed typical of all the other changes in his life. Before he had not been sure whether or not those changes were for the best, but now-in the cold early morning of a new day, and perhaps a new era for the whole kingdom of Grenda Lear-he suddenly found himself willing to embrace the changes wholeheartedly. Lying there in the dark, the warm body of his beloved Jenrosa by his side, the future had started to take shape, and he could see a path through the turmoil to a brighter and happier life.

Kumul propped himself on one elbow and gazed down on Jenrosa's sleeping face. She was like no other woman he had ever been with before. She actually loved him, and without reservation. Jenrosa did not seek power or influence or wealth; she wanted nothing but the chance to learn about herself and be with him.

Pride and loved swelled in Kumul and he leaned over to kiss Jenrosa's forehead.

Without waking, she wrapped an arm around him and pulled him down so his head rested between her breasts. He closed his eyes and felt himself slowly drift off to sleep again, his fading thoughts measured by the beat of her heart.

The grass was too green and the sky was too pale, and the landscape was closed in by forests and wooded hills and streams and creeks. Lynan felt a stranger in his own land.

His army had left behind the Barda River two days after crossing the Algonka Pass andwas now deep into Hume. The supply wagons had slowed their rate of progress, but his scouts were roving far and wide. That morning two of them had returned with three of their opposites from the army of Grenda Lear whom they had killed in a night action only hours before.

Lynan felt almost too tense to think, and he wondered if this was how his father had felt before a battle. Perhaps, he thought, but Elynd Chisal never had to worry about the consequences of attacking his own people.

He heard riders approach, and looked up to see Kumul, Ager, and Jenrosa.

"You wanted to see us, lad?" Kumul asked.

Lynan was not sure how to say what he had to say to them. They knew-they must have known-what would happen once they crossed into the east, but how ready were they for the reality?

"We have made contact with Areava's army," he said at last. "They are only three or four hours' march to the east of our position. Korigan is preparing our forces to attack."

He let the words sink in. Ager and Jenrosa seemed frightened, and Kumul's face had paled almost to the color of his own skin.

"Well, we knew it would come," Kumul said huskily.

"It has to, my friend," Lynan said, wishing he had words that could make it easier for all of them. "I know no other way to end this, not now."

Kumul nodded stiffly, then said, "My lancers are ready. They'll be no match for the knights of the Twenty Houses, but against any other regiment they'll do fine."

"Jenrosa?"

Jenrosa breathed deeply. "As Kumul says, it had to come."

"And your magic? What does it say to you?"

Jenrosa had told no one except Kumul about her dream of Silona, not even Lasthear.

"Sorrow, and ..." She closed her mouth. She could not tell Lynan what she had seen. The dream might have meant nothing.

"And?" Lynan urged.

"If my magic is true, you will soon have the Key of the Sword around your neck."

Lynan's eyes widened in surprise. "You saw this?"

"I think so. I think this is what my vision showed me."

"And not the Key of the Scepter?" Ager said.

Jenrosa shook her head. "I did not see that."

"What can it mean?" Ager asked.

"I do not know."