“I’ve come to a decision,” Damin told everyone, a few hours later. It was very late, but they were all gathered in the cosy taproom of the tavern which had been closed to the local villagers (at an exorbitant cost) while the heir to Hythria and his entourage were in the village.
His announcement got everyone’s attention. Narvell was sitting by the door, glaring at Stefan Warhaft who sat near the fire nursing a tankard of ale and a foul mood. Tejay and Kendra sat at another table near Narvell. This was the first good look Rorin had got at the love of Narvell’s life. Up until now, things had been moving too fast to consider her objectively. She was a little thin for Rorin’s taste, and her skin seemed too pale for her dark hair. But she was pretty enough, he supposed. And she certainly had spirit. Only a brave woman or a very foolish one would defy a man like Stefan Warhaft more than once.
Flanking Damin was his stepbrother, Adham Tirstone, and Geri Almodavar. Rorin stood beside Almodavar. Damin had spoken to them privately before the meeting and they were ready for any trouble with either Lord Warhaft or Narvell, should either man object to their solution to the awkward problem of what to do with Kendra Warhaft.
“Then my wife and I will be leaving for Zadenka Manor at once,” Warhaft announced, rising to his feet. “Thank you, your highness, for coming to the right decision.”
“I haven’t actually said what it was, yet.”
“Well, yes, but I’m assuming …”
“Then you assume wrong, my lord.”
“Thank you, Damin …” Narvell began, smiling with relief.
“I suggest you wait until you’ve heard my decision, too, Narvell, before you start thanking me for it.”
His younger brother’s expression darkened. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that while I agree Lord Warhaft has demonstrated he doesn’t deserve to own a pack of dogs, let alone a wife, I’m not going to flout the law and allow you to run off with her, just because you’re my brother.”
“Don’t do this, Damin,” Narvell warned, rising to his feet. Rorin glanced at Damin, wondering if the fight he’d interrupted earlier was about to start again, this time for much more personal reasons.
“Don’t threaten me, Narvell,” the prince warned. “I don’t like ultimatums and I’m not going to be dictated to by Elasapine, any more than I’d allow Cyrus Eaglespike to tell me what colour coat I should wear to the Feast of Kaelarn Ball.”
“Then what have you decided?” Tejay asked impatiently, glaring at the men around her as if they were all fools.
“I’ve decided I don’t have the authority to grant either Lord Warhaft’s request, or Narvell’s. The only one who can adjudicate on this matter is the High Prince.”
“Damn right!” Warhaft agreed.
“Shut up, fool!” Adham snapped at the baron impatiently, shoving him back into his seat.
Damin ignored the interruption. “On the other hand, it is the duty of all Hythrun warriors to protect our women and I’m quite sure if I allow Lady Kendra to return to her husband, I would be putting her very life in danger, so I’m not prepared to do that, either.”
“Then what are you going to do?” Narvell demanded.
“I’m going to leave her in the custody of the Sorcerers’ Collective.”
Narvell’s gaze fixed on Rorin suspiciously. “You think Rorin can protect her?”
“I think the Sorcerers’ Collective can,” Damin corrected. “Despite what Lord Warhaft believes, traditionally, in the custody of a member of the Sorcerers’ Collective, Kendra is inviolate, and if you want to put that theory to the test, be my guest. Take on the High Arrion with my blessing. I hear Alija Eaglespike likes a good bloodbath.”
As Rorin knew he would be, Warhaft was furious. “But how do I get my wife back?”
“You can appeal to the High Prince.”
“That could take months!”
“Now isn’t that a damn shame?” Adham remarked with a grin.
“What happens in the meantime?” Narvell asked, smart enough not to question his good fortune. Warhaft had right on his side and it was only Rorin’s knowledge of Collective law that had given Damin a graceful exit from this impossible dilemma.
“Kendra must remain in Rorin’s custody until we can get to Greenharbour to sort this out. As Rorin is one of my aides, she’ll have to stay with my entourage until then. I assume you’ve got no objection to accompanying me to Byamor now, Lord Hawksword?”
“None at all!” Narvell agreed, a little too quickly.
“Then I’m coming, too!” Warhaft announced, rising to his feet again, although he did make a point of staying well out of Adham’s reach this time. “I am a vassal of Elasapine, and if her troops are being called up to defend the province, then I must do my duty to my Warlord.”
Damin didn’t seem very happy at that idea. “Do you doubt my word, Lord Warhaft? Or the integrity of a member of the Sorcerers’ Collective?”
“Why should I trust any of you? Narvell Hawksword is your half-brother and you’ve just handed my wife over to the custody of a complete stranger who walked into my home and kidnapped my wife out from under me. He’s not wearing the robes of his brotherhood. How do I know this pet wizard of yours is really even a member of the Sorcerers’ Collective?”
A score of explanations flashed through Rorin’s mind, but none of them seemed adequate. Apparently, Damin thought the same. With a sigh, the prince turned to Rorin. “Show him, Rory.”
He wasn’t expecting that. “Here? Now?”
“Sometimes, it’s just better to show than tell.”
“If you insist.” He shrugged. Rorin turned to face Stefan Warhaft. The baron glared at him sceptically, an expression that slowly changed to abject terror as Rorin’s eyes began to darken. About the same time Warhaft’s feet lifted off the floor and he found himself floating up toward the ceiling. Kendra gasped, but nobody else in the room seemed surprised.
With his hands on his hips, Damin looked up at Warhaft, who was pushed up against the rafters, held there by nothing more than Rorin’s will. “So, Lord Warhaft, are we satisfied now that Master Mariner is a real sorcerer?”
The baron nodded in wordless horror. Rorin saw the look on his face and decided he wouldn’t be much trouble from now on.
“Good.” Damin turned to Rorin. “Let him down.”
Rorin did exactly as Damin asked. With a thud, Stefan Warhaft crashed to the floor, face first, and lay there bellowing in pain.
Kendra had covered her mouth with her hands. Narvell was grinning like a fool. Even Tejay was smiling.
“Oops,” Rorin said.
Damin glared at him.
“Captain?” the prince said, turning to Almodavar. Even the old Raider seemed amused. “Escort Lord Warhaft to his men and inform them he’s returning to his manor tonight.”
“I said I’m coming with you!” Warhaft insisted as he painfully pushed himself up onto his hands and knees.
“Then I suggest you take this opportunity to go home and settle your affairs, my lord. We’re going to war, after all. You can follow us in a day or two. Given we’re travelling along the main highway into Elasapine with a combined force of more than five thousand men, I’m sure even you’ll be able to follow our trail.”
The baron staggered to his feet and glared at Damin. “You think you’re so damned smart, don’t you?”
“Perhaps,” Damin retorted. “But at least I don’t think beating a defenceless woman with a horsewhip makes me a man.”
Warhaft grunted something unintelligible that Rorin suspected was a curse and limped from the taproom with Almodavar close on his heels. As soon as he was gone, everyone relaxed. Narvell stepped closer to Kendra and put his arm around her shoulder.
“Thanks, Damin.”
“Don’t thank me, Narvell. I meant what I said. Kendra is now Rorin’s responsibility. You can’t have her any more than Warhaft can, until we present her case to Lernen and get him to make a ruling on the matter.”
Rorin expected Narvell to object, but he didn’t. Instead, he glanced down at Kendra, squeezed her shoulder encouragingly, accepting the inevitable. “I still owe you my thanks. And you too, Rory. You probably saved Kendra’s life.”
It occurred to Rorin, at that moment, Narvell really did love this girl, if he was willing to forgo her company simply to keep her safe from the brute to whom she was married. Suddenly, he was glad he’d had to interfere. He looked at Tejay and noted she was nodding her approval.
Damin turned to the Warlord’s wife then and asked, “My lady, I know Rorin’s technically responsible for her, but would you take Lady Kendra into your care, at least until we reach Byamor?”
“Of course.”
Rorin glanced at Kendra, wondering what she thought of all this. She’d had surprisingly little to say up until this point.
“I hope you find these arrangements satisfactory, my lady?” the prince enquired.
“Yes, your highness,” she replied, her hands clasped demurely in her lap. Kendra was sitting with her back in an unnaturally straight position, no doubt out of care for her injuries. “And I thank you. It was never my intention to be the cause of so much trouble.”
“If I thought it was, my lady, you’d be on the way back to Zadenka with your husband.”
“Damin!” Narvell objected, putting himself protectively between his brother and his lover.
“Oh, settle down, little brother,” Damin advised. “I’m kidding.”
“Fine time you pick to discover your lost sense of humour.”
“I got mine back about the time Warhaft broke his fall with his face,” Adham chuckled, winking at Rorin.
“Which brings me to you, Rorin Mariner,” Damin said, turning on him with a disapproving frown. “While I empathise with the desire of every person in this room to beat that fool into a bloody pulp, it didn’t help matters to drop him on his head like that. No matter how much he deserved it.”
Rorin faced him, feigning innocence. “It was an accident, Damin! Honestly! I slipped.”
“You were using magic, not holding him up with brute force. How could you slip?”
Rorin glanced past Damin and winked at the others. “Well, if you don’t know, I’m certainly not about to explain it to you.”
“Oh, leave him alone, Damin,” Tejay laughed. “And don’t be such a hypocrite. You wanted that animal to fall on his face as much as the rest of us.”
“True,” the prince admitted with some reluctance, much to Rorin’s relief. Having seen what he was capable of, Rorin didn’t really fancy being on the receiving end of Damin Wolfblade’s rage. “But I was trying very hard to give the impression I was the noble statesman here. Having one of my aides drop the Baron of Zadenka on his head demonstrates a distinct lack of class.”
Tejay was still laughing. It relieved Rorin to see her so amused. There were few people in this world whose good opinion Damin actively sought. Tejay Lionsclaw was one of them and if she was smiling, the chances were good that everyone else would follow her lead.
“I’m sure you’ll get plenty more chances to play noble statesman that don’t involve having your aides throw people around the room,” she assured Damin.
He turned to Rorin. “I’m relying on you to keep Lady Kendra safe.”
“You know I will.”
Damin turned back to Narvell again. “Friends?”
Narvell nodded. “Friends.”
“Good,” Damin said. “Because if you ever challenge me publicly again, little brother, I’ll crush you like a bug.”
Narvell thought about it and then shrugged. “Fair enough.”
Damin smiled and offered Narvell his hand.
As they shook on it, Tejay Lionsclaw rolled her eyes, muttering something Rorin didn’t quite catch, but it sounded like she was complaining about men and their foolish, immature, endlessly frustrating male pride.