Jack Vance - Elder Isles 1 - Lyonesse

Lyonesse

Jack Vance

CONTENTS

PRELIMINARY..3

Chapter 1.5

Chapter 2.14

Chapter 3.19

Chapter 4.27

Chapter 5.34

Chapter 6.42

Chapter 7.48

Chapter 8.59

Chapter 9.65

Chapter 10.75

Chapter 11.80

Chapter 12.95

Chapter 13.101

Chapter 14.114

Chapter 15.117

Chapter 16.123

Chapter 17.129

Chapter 18.137

Chapter 19.151

Chapter 20.171

Chapter 21.178

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Chapter 22.191

Chapter 23.198

Chapter 24.201

Chapter 25.223

Chapter 26.231

Chapter 27.248

Chapter 28.261

Chapter 29.264

Chapter 30.267

Chapter 31.276

Chapter 32.285

PRELIMINARY

The Elder Isles and its peoples: a brief survey, which, while not altogether tedious, may be neglected by

the reader impatient with facts.

The Elder Isles, now sunk beneath the Atlantic, in olden times were located across the Cantabrian Gulf

(now the Bay of Biscay) from Old Gaul.

Christian chroniclers have little to say regarding the Elder Isles. Gildas and Nennius both make

references to Hybras, though Bede is silent. Geoffrey of Monmouth alludes both to Lyonesse and

Avallon, and perhaps other places and events which can less certainly be identified. Chretien of Troyes

rhapsodizes upon Ys and its pleasures; and Ys is also the frequent locale of early Armorican folk-tales.

Irish references are numerous but confusing and contradictory. St. Bresabius of Cardiff propounds a

rather fanciful list of the Kings of Lyonesse; St. Columba inveighs against the “heretics, witches, idolaters

and Druids” of the island he calls “Hy Brasill,” the medieval term for “Hybras.” Otherwise the record is

quiet.

Greeks and Phoenicians traded with the Elder Isles. Romans visited Hybras and many settled there,

leaving behind aqueducts, roads, villas and temples. In the waning days of the Empire Christian dignitaries

landed at Avallon amid vast pomp and panoply. They established bishoprics, appointed appropriate

officials and spent good Roman gold to build their basilicas, none of which prospered. The bishops

strove mightily against the olden gods, halflings and magicians alike, but few dared enter the Forest of

Tantrevalles. Aspergillums, thuribles and curses proved futile against such as Dankvin the giant, Taudry

the Weasoning, the fairies of Pithpenny Shee. Dozens of missionaries, exalted through faith, paid terrible

prices for their zeal. Saint Elric marched barefoot to Smoorish Rock where he intended to subdue the

ogre Magre and bring him to the Faith. According to subsequent tale-tellers, Saint Elric arrived at noon

and Magre politely agreed to hear his declaration. Elric spoke a mighty sermon, while Magre started the

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fire in his pit. Elric expounded, recited Scripture and sang the glories of the Faith. When he came to an

end and declared his final “Hallelujah!,” Magre gave him a stoup of ale to ease his throat. Sharpening a

knife he complimented Elric upon the fervor of his rhetoric. Then he smote off Elric’s head, cut, drew,

spitted, cooked and devoured the sanctified morsel with a garnish of leeks and cabbages. Saint Uldine

attempted the baptism of a troll in the waters of Black Meira Tarn. She was indefatigable; he raped her

four times during her efforts, until at last she despaired. In due course she gave birth to four imps. The

first of these, Ignaldus, became father to the eery knight Sir Sacrontine who could not sleep of nights until

he had killed a Christian. Saint Uldine’s other children were Drathe, Alleia and Bazille.* In Godelia

Druids never paused in the worship of Lug the Sun, Matrona the Moon, Adonis the Beautiful, Kernuun

the Stag, Mokous the Boar, Kai the Dark, Sheah the Graceful, and innumerable local half-gods. During

this period Olam Magnus of Lyonesse, aided by Per-silian, his so-called “Magic Mirror,” brought all the

Elder Isles (excepting Skaghane and Godelia) under his rule. Styling himself Olam I, he enjoyed a long

and prosperous reign and was succeeded by Rordec I, Olam II, then, briefly, by the “Galician Cuckoos,”

Quarnitz I and Niffith I. Then Fafhion Long-nose reasserted the old blood line. He sired Olam III, who

moved his throne Evandig and that great table known as Cairbra an Mead-han, the “Board of

Notables,”* from Lyonesse Town to Avallon in the Duchy of Dahaut. When Olam III’s grandson Uther

II fled to Britain (there to sire Uther Pendragon, father of Arthur, King f Cornwall), the land fragmented

to become ten kingdoms: Dahaut, Lyonesse, North Ulfland, South Ulfland, Godelia, Blaloc, Caduz,

Pomperol, Dascinet and Troicinet.

*The deeds of the four have been chronicled in a rare volume, “Saint Uldine’s Children.”

*The Round Table of King Arthur was later inspired by the Cairbra an Meadhan.

The new kings found many pretexts for contention, and the Elder Isles entered a time of trouble. North

and South Ulfland, exposed to the Ska,* became lawless wastes, occupied by robber knights and dire

beasts. Only the Vale Evander, guarded to the east by the castle Tintzin Fyral and to the west by the city

Ys, remained a realm of tranquility.

*See Glossary, III.

King Audry I of Dahaut at last took a fateful step. He declared that since he sat on the throne Evandig,

he must be acknowledged King of the Elder Isles.

King Phristan of Lyonesse at once challenged him. Audry assembled a great army and marched down

Icnield Way through Pomperol and into Lyonesse. King Phristan led his army north. At the Battle of Orm

Hill the armies fought for two days and finally separated in mutual exhaustion. Both Phristan and Audry

died in combat and both armies retired. Audry II failed to press his father’s claim; effectively Phristan had

won the battle.

Twenty years pass. The Ska have made serious inroads into North Ulfland and have taken to themselves

a section known as the North Foreshore. King Gax, old, half-blind and helpless has gone into hiding. The

Ska do not even trouble to search for him. The king of South Ulfland is Oriante, who resides at Castle

Sfan Sfeg near the town Oaldes. His single son, Prince Quilcy, is feeble-minded and spends his days

playing with fanciful dolls and doll-houses. Audry II is King of Dahaut and Casmir is King of Lyonesse,

and both intend to become King of the Elder Isles and sit rightfully on the throne Evandig.

Chapter 1

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ON A DREARY WINTER’S DAY, with rain sweeping across Lyonesse Town, Queen Sollace went

into labor. She was taken to the lying-in room and attended by two midwives, four maids, Balhamel the

physician and the crone named Dyldra, who was profound in the lore of herbs, and by some considered

a witch. Dyldra was present by the wish of Queen Sollace, who found more comfort in faith than logic.

King Casmir made an appearance. Sollace’s whimpers became moans and she clawed at her thick

blonde hair with clenched fingers. Casmir watched from across the room. He wore a simple scarlet robe

with a purple sash; a gold coronet confined his ruddy blond hair. He spoke to Balhamel. “What are the

signs?”

“Sire, there are none as yet.”

“There is no way to divine the sex?”

“To my knowledge, none.”

Standing in the doorway, legs somewhat apart, hands behind his back, Casmir seemed the very

embodiment of stern and kingly majesty. And, indeed, this was an attitude which accompanied him

everywhere, so that kitchen-maids, tittering and giggling, often wondered if Casmir wore his crown to the

nuptial bed. He inspected Sollace from under frowning eyebrows. “It would seem that she feels pain.”

“Her pain is not so much, sire, as might be. Not yet, at any rate. Remember, fear magnifies that pain

which actually exists.”

To this observation Casmir made no response. He noticed, in the shadows to the side of the room,

Dyldra the crone, where she crouched over a brazier. He pointed with his finger: “Why is the witch

here?”

“Sire,” whispered the chief midwife, “she came at the behest of Queen Sollace!”

Casmir grunted. “She’ll bring a wrack to the child.”

Dyldra only crouched the lower over the brazier. She threw a handful of herbs on the coals; a waft of

acrid smoke drifted across the room and touched Casmir’s face; he coughed, backed away, and

departed the room.

The maid drew hangings across the wet landscape and set the bronze lanterns alight. On the couch

Sollace lay taut, legs outthrust, head thrown back, her regal bulk fascinating the attention of those who

stood tending her.

The pangs became sharp; Sollace cried out, first for pain, then for rage that she should suffer like a

common woman.

Two hours later the child was born: a girl, of no great size. Sollace closed her eyes and lay back. When

the child was brought to her she waved it away and presently relaxed into a stupor.

The celebration attendant upon the birth of Princess Suldrun was muted. King Casmir issued no jubilant

proclamation and Queen Sollace refused audience to all save a certain Ewaldo Idra, Adept of the

Caucasian Mysteries. Finally, and only, so it seemed, that he might not contravene custom, King Casmir

ordained a gala procession.

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On a day of brittle white sunlight, cold wind and high hurrying clouds, the gates before Castle Haidion

opened. Four heralds in white satin marched forth, at a stately step-halt-step. From their clarions

depended gonfalons of white silk, embroidered with the emblem of Lyonesse: a black Tree of Life, on

which grew twelve scarlet pomegranates.* They marched forty yards, halted, raised clarions and blew

the “Gladsome Tidings” fanfare: From the palace yard, on snorting white horses, rode four noblemen:

Cypris, Duke of Skroy; Bannoy, Duke of Tremblance; Odo, Duke of Folize and Sir Garnel, Knight

Banneret of Castle Swange, nephew to the King. Next came the royal carriage, drawn by four white

unicorns. Queen Sollace sat swathed in green robes, holding Suldrun on a crimson pillow: King Casmir

rode his great black horse, Sheuvan, beside the carriage. Behind marched the Elite Guard, each of noble

blood, carrying ceremonial silver halberds. At the rear rolled a wagon from which a pair of maidens

tossed handfuls of pennies into the throng.

*The usages of heraldry, as well as the theory and practice of chivalry, were still simple and fresh. They

would not attain their full baroque extravagance for centuries to come.

The procession descended the Sfer Arct, the central avenue of Lyonesse Town, to the Chale, the road

which followed the semi-circle of the harbor. At the Chale, the procession circled the fish market and

returned up the Sfer Arct to Haidion. Outside the gate, booths offered the king’s pickled fish and biscuits

to all who hungered; and ale to those who might wish to drink health to the new princess.

During the months of winter and spring King Casmir looked only twice at the infant princess, in each

case, standing back in cool disinterest. She had thwarted his royal will by coming female into the world.

He could not immediately punish her for the act, no more could he extend the full beneficence of his

favor.

Sollace grew sulky because Casmir was displeased and, with a set of petulant flourishes, banished the

child from her sight.

Ehirme, a raw-boned peasant girl, and niece to an under-gardener, had lost her own infant son to the

yellow bloat. With an amplitude of both milk and solicitude she became Suldrun’s wet-nurse.

Centuries in the past, at that middle-distant time when legend and history start to blur, Blausreddin the

pirate built a fortress at the back of a stony semi-circular harbor. His concern was not so much assault

from the sea, but surprise attacks down from the pinnacles and gorges of the mountains, to the north of

the harbor.

A century later the Danaan king, Tabbro, enclosed the harbor behind a remarkable breakwater, and

added the Old Hall, new kitchens and a set of sleeping chambers to the fortress. His son, Zoltra Bright

Star, constructed a massive stone pier and dredged the harbor so that any ship in the world might moor

at the pier.*

*According to legend both Tabbro and Zoltra Bright Star engaged loald, a submarine giant, to aid in

their undertakings, for an unknown compensation.

Zoltra further augmented the old fortress, adding the Great Hall and the West Tower, though he died

before completion of the work, which continued through the reigns of Palaemon I, Edvarius I and

Palaemon II.

The Haidion of King Casmir held aloft five major towers: the East Tower, the King’s Tower, the Tall

Tower (also known as the Eyrie), the Tower of Palaemon and the West Tower. There were five major

halls: the Great Hall; the Hall of Honors; the Old Hall; the Clod an Dach Nair, or the Banquet Hall; and

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the Small Refectory. Of these, the Great Hall was remarkable for its ponderous majesty, which seemed

to transcend the scope of human effort. The proportions, the spaces and masses, the contrasts of shadow

and light, which changed from morning to evening and again to the moving illumination of flamboys, all

acted together to awe the senses. The entrances were almost afterthoughts; in any case no one could

achieve a dramatic entrance into the Great Hall. At one end a portal entered upon a narrow stage from

which six wide steps descended into the hall, beside columns so massive that a pair of men, arms

outstretched, could not enclasp them. To one side a row of high windows, glazed with thick glass now

lavender with age, admitted a watery half-light. At night, flamboys in iron brackets seemed to cast as

much black shadow as light. Twelve Mauretanian rugs eased the harshness of the stone floor.

A pair of iron doors opened into the Hall of Honors, which in scope and proportion resembled the nave

of a cathedral. A heavy dark red carpet ran down the center from entrance to royal throne. Around the

walls ranged fifty-four massive chairs, each signified by an emblem of nobility hanging on the wall above.

On these chairs, for ceremonial occasions, sat the grandees of Lyonesse, each under the emblem of his

ancestors. The royal throne, had been Evandig until Olam III moved it to Avalaon, along with the round

table Cairbra an Meadhan. The table where the noblest of the noble might discover their named places,

had occupied the center of the hall.

The Hall of Honors had been added by King Carles, last of the Methewen Dynasty. Chlowod the Red,

first of the Tyrrhenians,* extended Haidion’s precincts to the east of Zoltra’s Wall. He paved the Urquial,

Zoltra’s old parade ground, and to the back built the massive Peinhador, in which were housed infirmary,

barracks and penitentiary. The dungeons under the old armory fell into disuse, with the ancient cages,

racks, griddles, wheels, strappado lofts, presses, punches and twisting machines left to molder in the

damp.

*Chlowod’s grandfather had been a Balearic Etruscan.

The kings proceeded to rule, one by one, and each augmented Haidion’s halls, passages, prospects,

galleries, towers and turrets, as if each, brooding on mortality, sought to make himself part of ageless

Haidion.

For those who lived there, Haidion was a small universe indifferent to the events of elsewhere, though

the membrane of separation was not impermeable. There were rumors from abroad, notices of the

changing seasons, arrivals and excursions, an occasional novelty or alarm; but these were muffled

murmurs, dim images, which barely stirred the organs of the palace. A comet flaring across the sky?

Marvelous!—but forgotten when Shilk the pot-boy kicks the undercook’s cat. The Ska have ravaged

North Ulfland? The Ska are like wild animals; but this morning, after eating cream on hej porridge, the

Duchess of Skroy found a dead mouse in the cream jug, and here was emotion raw and stark, what with

her outcries and shoes thrown at the maids!

The laws which ruled the small universe were exact. Status was graduated with the finest of

discrimination, from high degree to lowest of the low. Each knew his quality and understood the delicate

distinction between next highest (to be minimized) and next lowest (to be enforced and emphasized).

Some encroached beyond their station, generating tension; the sharp stench of rancor hung in the air.

Each scrutinized the conduct of those above, while concealing his own affairs from those below. The

royal personages were watched with care; their habits were discussed and analyzed a dozen times a day.

Queen Sollace showed great cordiality to religious zealots and priests, and found much of interest in their

creeds. She was thought to be sexually cold and never took lovers. King Casmir made connubial visits to

her bed regularly, once each month, and they coupled with stately ponderosity, like the mating of

elephants.

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Princess Suldrun occupied a peculiar place in the social structure of the palace. The indifference of King

Casmir and Queen Sollace were duly noted; petty discourtesies therefore might be visited upon Suldrun

with impunity.

The years passed and, without any notice being taken, Suldrun became a quiet child with long soft

blonde hair. Because no one saw fit to arrange otherwise, Ehirme made the leap in status from wet-nurse

to the private maid of the princess.

Ehirme, untrained in etiquette and not greatly gifted in other ways, had assimilated lore from her Celtic

grandfather, which across the seasons and over the years she communicated to Suldrun: tales and fables,

the perils of far places, dints against the mischief of fairies, the language of flowers, precautions while

walking out at midnight and the avoidance of ghosts, the knowledge of good trees and bad trees.

Suldrun learned of lands which lay beyond the castle. “Two roads lead from Lyonesse Town,” said

Ehirme. “You may go north through the mountains along the Sfer Arct, or you go east through Zoltra’s

Gate and across the Urquial. Presently you come to my little cottage and our three fields where we grow

cabbages, turnips and hay for the beasts; then the road forks. To the right you follow the shore of the Lir

all the way to Slute Skeme. To the left you fare north and join the Old Street which runs beside the

Forest of Tantrevalles where the fairies live. Two roads pass through the forest, north to south and east

to west.” “Tell what happens where they meet!” Suldrun already knew but she enjoyed the zest of

Ehirme’s descriptions.

Ehirme warned her: “I’ve never fared so far, you understand! But what grandfather says is this: in the old

times the crossroads would move about, because the place was enchanted and never knew peace. This

might be well enough for the traveler, because, after all, he would put one foot ahead of him and then the

other and the road would at last be won, and the traveler none the wiser that he had seen twice as much

forest as he had bargained for. The most troubled were the folk who sold their goods each year at the

Goblin Fair, and where was that but at the crossroads! The folk for the fair were most put out, because

the fair should be at the crossroads on Midsummer Night, but when they arrived at the crossroads it had

shifted two miles and a half, and nowhere a fair to be seen.

“About this time the magicians vied in awful conflict. Murgen proved the strongest and defeated Twitten,

whose father was a halfling, his mother a bald priestess at Kai Kang, under the Atlas Mountains. What to

do with the defeated magician, who seethed with evil and hate? Murgen rolled him up and forged him into

a stout iron post, ten-foot long and thick as my leg. Then Murgen took this enchanted post to the

crossroads and waited till it shifted to the proper place, then he drove the iron post down deep in the

center, fixing the crossroads so it no longer could move, and all the folk at the Goblin Fair were glad, and

spoke well of Murgen.”

“Tell about Goblin Fair!”

“Well then, it’s the place and time when the halflings and men can meet and none will harm the other, so

long as he stays polite. The folk set up booths and sell all manner of fine things: cobweb cloth and wine of

violets in silver bottles, books of fairy-skein, written with words that you can’t get out of your head once

they’re in. You’ll see all kinds of halflings: fairies and goblins, trolls and merrihews, and even an odd

falloy, though they show themselves seldom, out of shyness, despite being the most beautiful of all. You’ll

hear songs and music and much chinking of fairy-gold, which they squeeze from buttercups. Oh they’re a

rare folk, the fairies!”

“Tell how you saw them!”

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“Oh indeed! It was five years ago when I was with my sister who married the cobbler in Frogmarsh

Village. One time, just at gloaming, I sat by the stile to rest my bones and watch while evening came over

the meadow. I heard tink-a-tink-tinkle, and I looked and listened. Again: tink-a-tink-tinkle, and there,

not twenty paces distant came a little fellow with a lantern that gave green light. From the beak of his cap

hung a silver bell that went tink-a-tink-tinkle as he jumped along. I sat quiet as a post, till he was gone

with his bell and green lantern, and that’s all there is to it.”

“Tell about the ogre!”

“No, that’s quite enough for today.”

“Do tell, please.”

“Well, in truth I know not all that much. There are different sorts among the halflings, different as fox

from bear, so that fairy and ogre and goblin and skite are different. All are enemies each to each, except

at the Goblin Fair. The ogres live deep in the forest, and it’s true, they’ll take children and roast them on

spits. So never you run too far into the forest for berries, lest you be lost.”

“I’ll be careful. Now tell me—“

“It’s time for your porridge. And today, who knows? There might be a nice rosy apple in my bag

yonder...”

Suldrun took lunch in her small sitting-room, or, if the weather were fine, in the orangery: delicately

nibbling and sipping while Ehirme held the spoon to her mouth. In due course, she fed herself, with

careful movements and sober concentration, as if the most important thing in the world was eating

daintily, without mess.

Ehirme found the habit both absurd and endearing, and sometimes she would come up behind Suldrun,

and say ‘Boo!’ in her ear, just as Suldrun opened her mouth for a spoonful of soup. Suldrun pretended to

be outraged and reproached Ehirme: “That is a naughty trick!” Then she once more commenced to eat,

watching Ehirme carefully from the corner of her eye.

Away from Suldrun’s chambers Ehirme moved as unobtrusively as possible, but gradually the fact

emerged that Ehirme the peasant girl had stolen a march on her betters. The matter was referred to Dame

Boudetta, Mistress of the Household, a severe and uncompromising lady, born into the petty gentility.

Her duties were manifold: she supervised the female servants, monitored their virtue, arbitrated questions

of propriety. She knew the special conventions of the palace. She was a compendium of genealogical

information and even greater masses of scandal.

Bianca, an upper-chamber maid, first brought complaint of Ehirme. “She’s an outsider and doesn’t even

live at the palace. She comes in smelling of pigs and now she’s taken to all manner of airs just because

she sweeps out little Suldrun’s bedchamber.” “Yes, yes,” said Dame Boudetta, speaking through her long

high-bridged nose. “I know all about it.”

“Another thing!” Bianca now spoke with sly emphasis. “Princess Suldrun, as we all know, has little to

say, and may be just a trifle backward—“

“Bianca! That is quite enough!”

“—but when she does speak, her accent is atrocious! What when King Casmir decides to converse with

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the princess and hears the voice of a stable-boy?”

“Your point is well taken,” said Dame Boudetta loftily. “Still, I have already given the matter thought.”

“Remember, I am well, suited to the office of personal maid and my accent is excellent, and I am

thoroughly conversant with details of deportment and dress.”

“I will keep this in mind.”

In the end Dame Boudetta appointed a gentlewoman of middle quality to the post: in fact, her cousin

Dame Maugelin, to whom she owed a favor. Ehirme was forthwith discharged and sent trudging home

with hanging head.

Suldrun, at this time, was four years old, and ordinarily docile, gentle and easy of disposition, if

somewhat remote and pensive. Upon learning of the change she stood transfixed in shock. Ehirme was

the single living object in the world whom she loved. Suldrun made no outcry. She climbed to her

chamber, and for ten minutes stood looking down over the town. Then she wrapped her doll into a

kerchief, pulled on her hooded cloak of soft gray lamb’s-wool and quietly departed the palace.

She ran up the arcade which flanked the east wing of Haidion, and slipped under Zoltra’s Wall by a

dank passage twenty feet long. She ran across the Urquial, ignoring the grim Peinhador and the gallows

on the roof, from which dangled a pair of corpses.

With the Urquial behind, Suldrun trotted along the road until she was tired, then walked. Suldrun knew

the way well enough: along the road to the first lane, left along the lane to the first cottage.

She shyly pushed open the door, to find Ehirme sitting glumly at a table, paring turnips for the supper

soup.

Ehirme stared in astonishment. “And what are you doing here?”

“I don’t like Dame Maugelin. I’ve come to live with you.”

“Ah, little princess, but that won’t do! Come, we must get you back before there’s an outcry. Who saw

you leave?”

“No one.”

“Come then; quickly now. If any should ask, we’re just out for the air.”

“I don’t want to stay there alone!”

“Suldrun, my dearest, you must! You’re a royal princess, and you may never forget it! That means you

do as you’re told. Come along now!”

“But I won’t do as I’m told, if it means that you’ll be gone.”

“Well, we’ll see. Let’s hurry; maybe we can slip in with none the wiser.”

But Suldrun already had been missed. While her presence at Haidion meant nothing particular to anyone,

her absence was a matter of great import. Dame Maugelin had searched the entire East Tower, from the

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garret under the roof-slates, which Suldrun was known to visit (Skulking and hiding, the secret little imp!

thought Dame Maugelin), down through the observatory where King Casmir came to assess the harbor

beyond, down through the chambers on the next floor, which included Suldrun’s rooms. Finally, hot, tired

and apprehensive, she descended to the main floor, to halt in mingled relief and fury to see Suldrun and

Ehirme push open the heavy door and come quietly into the foyer at the end of the main gallery. In an

angry swirl of robes Dame Maugelin descended the last three stairs and advanced upon the two. “Where

have you been? We are all in a state of supreme anxiety. Come; we must find Dame Boudetta; the matter

is in her hands.”

Dame Maugelin marched off down the gallery and along a side corridor to Dame Boudetta’s office, with

Suldrun and Ehirme following apprehensively behind.

Dame Boudetta heard Dame Maugelin’s excited report and looked back and forth between Suldrun and

Ehirme. The matter seemed of no great moment; in fact, trivial and tiresome. Still, it represented a certain

amount of insubordination and so must be dealt with, briskly and decisively. The question of fault was

irrelevant; Dame Boudetta ranked Suldrun’s intelligence, sluggish though it might be, about on a par with

the moony peasant stupidity of Ehirme. Suldrun, of course, could not be punished; even Sollace would

rise in wrath, to learn that royal flesh had been scourged.

Dame Boudetta dealt practically with the affair. She turned a cold gaze upon Ehirme. “Now then,

woman, what have you done?”

Ehirme, whose mind indeed was not agile, looked blankly at Dame Boudetta. “I have done nothing, my

Lady.” Then, hoping to ease matters for Suldrun, she blundered on: “It was just one of our little walks we

were having. Wasn’t it. Princess dear?”

Suldrun, looking from hawk-like Dame Boudetta to portly Dame Maugelin, discovered only expressions

of cold dislike. She said: “I went for a walk; that is true.”

Dame Boudetta turned upon Ehirme. “How dare you take such liberties upon yourself! Were you not

dismissed from your post?”

“Yes, my Lady, but it wasn’t like that at all—“

“Tush, no more. I will hear no excuses.” Boudetta signaled to a footman. “Take this woman to the yard

and assemble the staff.”

Sobbing in bewilderment Ehirme was led to the service yard beside the kitchen, and a gaoler was

summoned down from the Peinhador. The palace staff was marshaled to watch, while Ehirme was bent

over a trestle by a pair of footmen in Haidion livery. The gaoler came forward: a burly black-bearded

man with a pallid, almost lavender, skin. He stood idly by, staring at the maids and twitching his scourge

of willow-withes.

Dame Boudetta stood on a balcony, with Dame Maugelin and Suldrun. In a clear nasal voice she cried

out: “Attention, staff! I cite this woman, Ehirme, for malfeasance! Through folly and carelessness she

sequestered the person of beloved Princess Suldrun, to cause us grief and consternation. Woman, can

you now claim contrition?”

Suldrun cried out: “She didn’t do anything! She brought me home!”

Beset by that peculiar passion which attends those at an execution, Dame Maugelin dared so far as to

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