Sign of chaos

I was busy for hours. After I had solved the spell, I decided to hang some more of my own, times being what they were. The castle came awake about me as I worked. I labored steadily as the day progressed, until everything was in place and I was satisfied with my work. I was also famished.

I moved Jasra off into a corner, pulled on my boots, departed my quarters, and headed for the stair. In that it seemed about lunchtime I checked out the several dining rooms in which the family generally ate. But all of them were deserted and none of them were set up for a meal yet to come. Nor did any of them show signs of a meal having recently been dispatched.

I suppose it was possible my time sense was, still skewed and I was much too late or too early; but it did seem that it had been daylight long enough to bring me into the vicinity of the proper hour. Nobody, however, seemed to be eating, so something had to be wrong with this assumption…

Then I heard it - the faint click of cutlery upon plate. I headed in the apparent direction of the sound. Obviously, the meal was taking place in a less frequented setting than usual. I turned right, then left. Yes, they had decided to set up in a drawing room. No matter.

I entered the room, whew Llewella was seated with Random's wife, Vialle, on the red divan, dinner laid on a low table before them. Michael, who worked in the kitchen, stood nearby behind a cart loaded with dishes. I cleared my throat.

«Merlin,» Vialle announced with a sensitivity that always gives me a small chill-she being completely blind. «How pleasant!»

«Hello,» Llewella said. «Come and join us. We're anxious to hear what you've been doing.»

I drew a chair up to the far side of the table and seated myself. Michael came over and laid a fresh setting before me. I thought about it quickly. Anything Vialle heard would doubtless get back to Random. So I gave them a somewhat edited version of recent events - leaving out all references to Mandor, Fiona, and anything having to do with the Courts. It made for a considerably shorter story and let me get to my food sooner.

«Everybody's been so busy lately,» Llewella remarked when I'd finished talking. «It almost makes me feel guilty.»

I studied the delicate green of her more-than-olive complexion; her full lips, her large catlike eyes.

«But not quite,» she added.

«Where are they all, anyway?» I asked.

«Gerard,» she said, «is down seeing to harbor fortifications, and Julian is in command of the army, which has now been equipped with some firearms and is set to defend the approaches to Kolvir.».

«You mean Dalt has something in the field already? Coming this way?»

She shook her head. «No, it was a precautionary measure,» she replied, «because of that message from Luke. Dalt's force had not actually been sighted.»

«Does anyone even know where he is?» I asked…

«Not yet,» she answered, «but we're expecting some intelligence on that soon.» She shrugged. Then, «Perhaps Julian already has it,» she added.

«Why is Julian in command?» I asked between nibbles. «I'd have thought Benedict would take charge of something like this.»

Llewella looked away, glancing at Vialle, who seemed to feel the shifting of focus.

«Benedict and a small force of his men have escorted Random to Kashfa,» Vialle said, softly.

«Kashfa?» I said: «Why would he want to do that? In fact, Dalt usually hangs out around Kashfa. The area could be dangerous right now.»

She smiled faintly.

«That is why he wanted Benedict and his guard for escort,» she said. «They may even be the intelligence-gathering expedition themselves, though that's not their reason for going right now.»

«I don't understand,» I said, «why the trip should be necessary at all.»

She took a sip of water.

«A sudden political upheaval,» she replied: «Some general had taken over in the absence of the queen and the crown prince: The general was just assassinated recently, and Random has succeeded in obtaining agreement for placing his own candidate - an older nobleman on the throne.»

«How'd he do that?»

«Everyone with an interest in the matter was even more interested in seeing Kashfa admitted to the Golden Circle of privileged trade status.»

«So Random bought them off to see his own man in charge,» I observed. «Don't these Golden Circle treaties usually give us the right to move troops through a client kingdom's territory with very little in the way of preliminaries?»

«Yes,» she said.