Cast In Courtlight. Michelle Sagara

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СКАЧАТЬ reserved for the injured. “He was a bit upset about the knife, dear,” she added. “We had to restrain him.” She paused, and then added, “Your man was most helpful, there.”

      “My man?” Kaylin shook her head. “Who—” She turned her head sideways, which was much more effort than she would have liked, and saw Andellen. “He’s not my—he didn’t hurt him, did he?”

      Marya shook her head. “Not much, at any rate. I think he’ll have a bruised jaw, but dear, he simply wasn’t listening.”

      Kaylin could imagine. Blood had that effect on most people. She tried to say as much, and Marya took the opportunity to trickle water into her mouth. “It’s not for me—”

      “You should see your mouth.” There was no point in arguing with Marya. “I’ve made sure she drinks,” Marya added.

      “Tell her—”

      “Later, dear. There will be a later, thanks to you.” She paused, and added, “It’s a girl.”

      “Oh. Good.” There wasn’t much else one could say to something like that.

      Kaylin tried to rise, and her knees locked.

      “There’s a chair for you, if you need it. I sent Darlene home. She was … a little upset herself.”

      “Did she see the baby?”

      Marya nodded, the smile never leaving her face. It was a slight smile, and framed by etched lines, but it was like bedrock. You could stand on a smile like that.

      “She’ll know better next time,” Marya added quietly. “This is only her third birthing. She’s never been at a birthing when we’ve had to call you before, but she’s a smart girl, a solid apprentice. She’ll learn.”

      Kaylin forced herself to stand. “Gods willing,” she said, keeping her tone polite and professional, “she’ll never have to see it again.”

      “Aye, gods,” Marya said with a shrug. She turned her attention to the mother, and then frowned at the poor young man in the distant chair, his dark hair splayed flat against his forehead, his skin still winter-white, except where it was purple. “I forget what it’s like, with the first babe. Gerrold, come help with your wife. She needs to drink a lot of water, and she’s likely to be a bit weak. You’ve saved any money, make sure she gets meat, and not that terrible stuff the merchants are pawning off on foreigners either, understand?”

      He nodded. Kaylin highly doubted that he’d heard anything more than his name. She made her way toward the chair that Marya had produced, but before she could sit, Andellen was there, all six feet of him.

      His armor looked damn odd in the very small room.

      “Kaylin Neya,” he said quietly, “it is time that we returned.”

      She nodded. But she couldn’t quite stand.

      “Leave her be,” Marya said, her voice a slap.

      “You serve your master,” the Barrani replied, “and I, mine.” But his words were shorn of contempt, and if they weren’t respectful, the lack of contempt said something. What, exactly, Kaylin was a bit too tired to figure out. Later.

      “She doesn’t have a master,” Kaylin told him.

      “What did he say, dear?”

      Kaylin shook her head. “It’s Barrani.”

      “I recognize the language.” Marya was too tired to keep disdain from her words. “And them that’s polite use language other people can understand when they’ve got company.”

      “The Barrani aren’t famed for their manners for a reason, Marya.”

      “Well, they could start learning. It’s never too late, and it’s not like courtesy ever killed anyone.”

      Kaylin almost laughed. What could she say to Marya that would make sense of this armored stranger? That he was one of the fieflord’s personal guard?

      Andellen, however, chose to take no offense at the old woman’s words.

      “We could stay at my place,” Kaylin told him. “It’s night in the fiefs. We were lucky enough to miss the ferals the first time.”

      But Andellen did not reply; he was watching—of all things—the babe. “Andellen?”

      The Barrani shrugged. “You are too weak to walk,” he said at last. It was the first sign of hesitance that she had yet seen him show. “I will take you to your home.”

      Five minutes passed like three hours. Kaylin wanted to sleep off the healing on the nearest stretch of cobbled stone that didn’t have merchanting crap all over it; the problem was finding one. Well, that and the big Barrani who herded her forward every time she looked like she might fall. He took care not to touch her; it seemed odd. Had she been with Teela or Tain, they would have given up on her half a block past, and carried her the rest of the way. Oh, she would have cursed them in at least three languages, but they were used to that.

      Andellen gave her space.

      He made certain that anyone whose curiosity was stronger than their self-preservation instinct also gave her space, and she finally reached the door of her apartment. She fumbled with the key and dropped it twice, while he watched, impassive. Waiting.

      She tossed out a few recreational Aerian curses, just to keep in practice, and made a third attempt at the lock. This time, it worked.

      The stairs looked very, very steep from where she stood. She made her way up them, hanging on to the rails until she ran out of railing. Her door was there. She was surprised that it was open.

      And more surprised when she saw who was waiting in the room. Severn, in the moonlight. He’d even opened the shutters, the bastard.

      Andellen was behind her. She knew this because the stone of Severn’s expression shifted into something a lot less friendly.

      “When did I give you a key?” she muttered. “You didn’t.”

      “What the hell are you doing here?” “Waiting.”

      Sarcasm took too much energy. She stumbled over the threshold. Andellen followed.

      Great, she thought, they’re going to fight. I’ll lose the apartment.

      But … they didn’t. Nothing made sense. Severn was stiff, and obviously angry, as he made his way toward her.

      “Waiting?”

      “Someone sent word,” he said as he caught her. His hands were cold. And stiff.

      “The fieflord entrusts her to your care,” Andellen’s voice said. She didn’t actually see him. Couldn’t. She could see the hollows of Severn’s collarbone, and they were the whole of her vision.

      “You’re bleeding,” he said in her ear.

      “Not my blood,” she replied dimly. СКАЧАТЬ