King of Foxes

Smiling at the Prince, Tal answered, “Quite the opposite, really, Master Vassily.”

 

 

In low, warning tones, Vassily said, “If I were you, Squire, I’d consider a voyage somewhere very soon. Champion of the Masters’ Court or not, you’ve just made a very dangerous enemy. The Prince may be many things, but forgiving is not one of them.”

 

Tal locked eyes across the room with Prince Matthew and saw that through the tears of anger and humiliation, barely checked rage was directed at him. “Yes, I believe you’re right,” said Tal. He let the mockery in his voice sound as he allowed his words to carry to those nearby. “But judging from this afternoon’s bout, he’s really not all that dangerous.”

 

Unable to think of another thing to say, the Master of the Floor turned and left him. Tal walked to a distant corner where Pasko and Amafi waited. Pasko understood what had taken place, but Amafi said, “Magnificence, are you inclined to suicide?”

 

“No, not really. Why?”

 

“For the Prince now wants you dead.” With a bright smile, he added, “And he does have enough gold that I would at least consider betraying you.”

 

Tal laughed, again loudly enough for those nearby to think that he was enjoying the moment. “Then don’t betray me, and I’ll consider increasing your pay.”

 

 

 

“Yes, Magnificence.”

 

As they headed to the changing room, Pasko whispered, “Be careful. Even before the bout was over, Matthew’s agents were leaving the building with word of his humbling. You’ve made a powerful enemy.”

 

Tal let out his breath slowly, as if releasing the tension he had felt inside. “Then I think it’s time to seek out a powerful friend.”

 

 

 

 

 

Five

 

Service

 

Kaspar smiled.

 

‘So, young Hawkins, I see you’ve managed to create a decidedly uncomfortable position for yourself.” Duke Kaspar sat back in a large chair, motioning for his servant to fill a pair of wine cups on a round table in a room that was part of a large apartment given to him by the King to use on his visit.

 

Amafi stood just outside the door in his role of manservant, while Pasko was back at the apartment making ready for his departure. The story of a sick father was acceptable to him, and he had already purchased passage on a ship bound for Prandur’s Gate, where he would find another ship to Coastal Watch, then by wagon to Kendrick’s. He would be gone within the week.

 

Tal had sent the Duke a message the day before requesting an audience, and the next morning a palace page had delivered the reply. Tal was invited for a late-afternoon meeting, but advised to use one of the palace servants’ entrances rather than the main gate, for obvious reasons.

 

Kaspar lounged in a brocade-trimmed tunic that buttoned up to the neck, a fashion Tal had not seen; it must be something worn in Olasko, he thought. “I judged you to be a young man of uncommon sense and calm judgment. What caused you to do such an uncharacteristic thing?”

 

Tal picked up his cup and sniffed the wine out of habit. He sipped, then said, “Ah, this must be the new vintage from Krushwin in Ravenswood!”

 

Kaspar’s eyebrows raised, and he said, “You know your wine, Talwin. Yes, it arrived last month, and the King was kind enough to have a few bottles waiting here when I arrived. Now, answer the question.”

 

The last was as pointed a command as Kaspar had ever directed at Tal.

 

Tal tried to look sheepish. “Prince Matthew is a boor.”

 

“True, but that hardly makes him unique among nobles here in Roldem. Why humiliate him in public?”

 

“Because I couldn’t kill him and avoid the headsman, I suppose,” said Tal, taking a sip of wine to give him pause. “Had he not been a royal, I would have called him out on a matter of honor.”

 

“Oh?” said the Duke, his brows rising again. “Whose honor? Certainly not yours? You seem to be a pragmatic sort, not one given to overblown principles.”

 

Realizing he hadn’t thought this through as thoroughly as he should, Tal said, “A lady’s honor, sir?”

 

“You’re in dispute with Prince Matthew over a lady?”

 

Tal knew this wouldn’t undergo close scrutiny if he strayed too far from a plausible story, so he improvised. “Not in dispute, but rather in defense. The lady in question is a widow, and the Prince has been…too enthusiastic over pressing his attentions on her.”

 

“Ah, then it would be Lady Gavorkin,” said Kaspar with a chuckle. “I have sources for gossip here as well as in my own court.”

 

Tal shrugged. “The lady and I have been close. While I have no interest in marriage, she is looking for a new husband should circumstances permit, for already the Crown is considering taking away some of her estates, and she fears the loss of revenue.”

 

Kaspar waved away further comment. “I know her situation. Had Matthew been seen in public with her, other interested noble sons would avoid her. I understand.”

 

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