I think she admires my bruises, the little vixen. I caught a note of fondness in the epithet. As if to distract me from that, the Prince added, Glance to your left and tell me if you see someone behind the boulders at the edge of the scrub brush.
I flicked my eyes that way without turning my head. Something was there. I was not sure if it was a person or a large animal crouched there. The Prince re-mounted, and clung to his seat while the pony did a series of wild crow-hops across the meadow. His mount was obviously weary of the game, but Elliania’s merry laughter rewarded Dutiful’s efforts to stay on top. He cleared the jump that had previously defeated him, and she saluted him with a flourish. Her enjoyment of the spectacle seemed genuine, and a glance at Peottre showed that a grudging smile lit even his dour face. I joined my laughter to theirs and walked closer to them.
Ride toward that area and take a tumble. And when you do, make sure the pony flees toward the boulders.
He Skilled a disgusted groan at me, but did as I asked. And when the pony bolted, I sprang up and raced after it full speed, deliberately more chasing him than attempting to catch the creature. Together we flushed a woman, clad all in moss green and brown from her hiding place. She fled with no pretence of doing anything else, and I recognized not only how she moved but the very faint scent of her that I caught. Much as I longed to chase after her, I did not. Instead I Skilled what I now knew to both Chade and Dutiful.
That was Henja! The Narcheska’s servant from Buckkeep. She’s here on the island, spying on us.
Neither replied to me save with a wave of dread.
I was deliberately awkward at catching the pony. Finally Peottre came to help me. ‘We gave that old woman quite a fright!’ I observed to him as I herded the pony toward him.
He seized the recalcitrant little animal by the forelock and looked up at the sky. He never met my gaze. ‘It grows dark. We are fortunate the Prince did not take a worse fall and severely injure himself.’ Then, to our wards, ‘We should go back now. The ponies are tired of jumping and night draws on.’
I wondered if he had tried to warn me of a worse danger to the Prince than falling from a pony’s back. I took him around again. ‘Do you think that poor old woman is all right? Should we look for her? She seemed quite frightened. I wonder what she was doing behind those boulders.’
Face and voice impassive, he replied, ‘She was probably just gathering kindling. Or herbs or roots. I do not think we need bother about her.’ He lifted his voice. ‘Elliania! The time for fun is over. We should return to the mothershouse.’
I saw Elliania’s face when you made Henja run. The Narcheska was startled. And now she is frightened.
The brusque nod she gave to Peottre’s words confirmed the Prince’s opinion. She slid immediately from her pony’s back, and then lifted the hackamore from his head, turning him loose on the hillside. Peottre did the same for the beast the Prince had been riding, and suddenly I found myself walking back to the mothershouse alongside them. Elliania and Dutiful led the way, and the silence between them contrasted sadly with their earlier merriment. My heart was heavy for him. He was learning to love this Outislander girl, but every time they drew closer to one another, the damned politics of throne and power wedged them apart. I felt a sudden rush of anger, and spoke rashly.
‘That was Henja, wasn’t it? That woman hiding in the bushes. She was the Narcheska’s servant in Buckkeep Castle, if I recall correctly.’
I give the man credit for his composure. Although he could not look at me, his voice was calm. ‘I doubt it. She left our service before we departed Buckkeep. We both believed she might be happier in the Six Duchies, and thus were glad to release her.’
‘Perhaps she returned to Wuislington on her own. Perhaps she became homesick.’
‘This is not her home: she is not of our mothershouse,’ Peottre announced firmly.
‘How odd.’ I was determined to be relentless. As a mere guardsman, I would not be expected to possess tact, only curiosity. ‘I thought that in this country, the mother’s family was all important, so anyone attending the Narcheska would be of her mothers’ line.’
‘Ordinarily, yes.’ Peottre’s voice was growing stiffer. ‘No woman of the family could be spared at the time we sailed. So we hired her.’
‘I see.’ I shrugged. ‘I have wondered, why do not Elliania’s mother and sisters attend her now? Are they dead?’
He shuddered as if I’d stuck a dart in him. ‘No. They aren’t.’ Bitterness came into his voice. ‘Her two older brothers are. They died in Kebal Rawbread’s War. Her mother and her younger sister live but they are … detained elsewhere, on an important matter. If they could be here with her now, they would.’
‘Oh, I’m sure of that,’ I replied blandly. I was convinced of the truth of every word he had uttered, and just as certain that I did not have the entire truth.
Late that night, while Thick slept heavily, I Skilled as much to Chade. I tried to keep my thoughts to the old man private and separate from my Skill-link to the Prince. I could sense his restless sleep. The undercurrent of the boy’s frustration and impatience set my nerves on edge. I tried to set his emotions aside as I communicated to Chade all that had passed between Peottre and me. Chade was annoyed with my bluntness with Peottre even as he was avidly interested in the man’s responses. There are designs within designs here, like one of the Fool’s wooden puzzle balls. I am convinced that he and the Narcheska have an agenda of their own, and that not all in her mothershouse knows of it. Some do. Almata for example. And the Narcheska’s great-grandmother has been told, but I do not think she can hold the significance in her mind. Lestra and her mother interest me. Lestra stands to become Narcheska when Elliania goes off to Buckkeep to wed Dutiful. Yet, she seems to vie with Elliania for Dutiful’s attention, and I suspect her mother encourages it. Does she grasp that eventually becoming Queen of the Six Duchies might be a loftier ambition than stealing the Narcheska title from Elliania? I do not think Lestra and her mother attach any importance to Elliania’s demand for the dragon’s head. I think that Lestra’s ambitions should give both Elliania and Peottre concern, yet they seem to remain aloof, their thoughts elsewhere. Elliania only drives Lestra off when the challenge becomes too blatant to ignore.
Like their fistfight on the night of the wedding?
Betrothal, Fitz. Betrothal. We do not recognize that ceremony as a true wedding. The Prince must be wed at home, in Buckkeep, and the marriage must be consummated. But no, not just that confrontation. Lestra has made several attempts at him since then, usually when the Narcheska is not about.
Does Elliania know?
How could she?
He might tell her, I speculated. I wonder what would happen if she knew?