‘Yes,’ Gavriel said coldly. It was taking all of his will not to strike Leo for the way he spoke about Elka or jested at his father’s fate. Only the thought that Regor de Vis would turn in his grave if he knew his son had behaved so ignobly stayed his hand. ‘Perhaps my father would be alive today if he hadn’t. And my twin brother might be living alongside me too, and I wouldn’t have lost a decade of my life. The de Vis family has served yours faithfully, Leo, but it seems our role is to just keep on giving while you Valisars keep on taking. You’re a king, damn you. Act it! Stop bleating about who has done what to you and why your lifeis so full of woe. You’ve done nothing but cringe in the forest, Leo. Do you even really want to be king?’
Leo had fallen ominously quiet, staring at Gavriel with an undisguised rage. ‘You know I do,’ he growled.
‘Then take the crown! Stop hiding, stop blaming other people for everything that’s happened, and take responsibility for yourself. You don’t have to chop the hand off a child and eat it to protect yourself. Your father didn’t!’
‘My father was not at war.’
‘Neither are you.’
‘You heard what they said. Piven is hunting me.’
‘And Loethar has been hunting you for ten anni and didn’t find you because you were cunning and you were patient … and because you had allies like Faris and Freath. But you killed Freath because of some obsessively misplaced sense of duty that your mother would turn in her grave to learn of and you’ve driven away Faris because he rightly believes you want to maim him and turn him into a jabbering puppet. I would run too, Leo. I don’t blame Faris one bit. And I’ll be damned if I was going to let you hurt a ten-anni-old in the vain hope that he might make you invincible. The child may have been Vested but that doesn’t mean he was an aegis.’
‘We didn’t know that he wasn’t,’ Leo hissed.
‘That’s true. But I’ll sleep more soundly knowing we didn’t hack him to bits only to learn he wasn’t. This is turning into a madness!’
‘You don’t seem to think Loethar was mad.’
‘I am not loyal to Loethar. What I think of him is irrelevant. What I think of you affects me profoundly.’
‘Well, Gav, I think you’ll have to get used to the notion that in order for me to claim my throne I need the same protection my rivals have. I suspect Loethar will have his aegis soon enough — despite what you think about the Davarigon’s intentions — and we already know that Piven has his. Are you happy to have me that vulnerable?’
Gavriel took a deep breath. Then he said quietly, ‘Leo, you were born vulnerable! You were Crown Prince. History attests that there is always going to be someone who wants that crown. You wanted yours handed down on a golden plate. Well, that didn’t happen. Another Valisar wanted it. Crowns are won and crowns are fought for, Leo. My father died trying to protect it for his king. Your father died trying to give you a chance to claim it. So claim it! Fight for it. And don’t give me that petulant story that no one’s fighting fair. Life isn’t fair! Lo knows I’ve learned that the hard way. Neither of us has lived a fair life but it’s no use you bleating about it. But what you are suggesting is morally reprehensible. Stealing a child’s life — or anyone else’s, for that matter — cannot be justified by your wanting the crown. Killing to defend oneself or in war is one thing; killing in cold blood because you want something that another has is just plain murder.’
‘I wasn’t planning to kill anyone.’
‘Tell Roddy that — it would be living death and you know it.’
Leo walked away and Gavriel waited. He watched the king he had loved, the friend he would have given his life to protect, turn and face him with a set to his jaw that Gavriel recognised with dismay. He had lost the argument.
‘I need the protection that is my birthright. If Cyrena thought that trammelling was wrong she would not have made it possible when Cormoron first walked this land. This, right now, is probably why such a magic as the aegis was given to our family, to ensure that one of the four of us would hold the crown.’
Gavriel felt his throat close. ‘What are you talking about?’
‘That’s right, you didn’t know about my sister, did you, Gav?’ Leo didn’t wait for Gavriel to answer. ‘Oh yes, my father made provision for her. I don’t know how or where. All I know is that her death was a sham for the sake of Loethar’s horde.’
‘But she’d be only ten,’ Gavriel argued. Suddenly Ravan’s and Roddy’s curious conversation began to make sense. They musthave known about the princess — that’s who they’d been talking about. They were travelling to the mountains for her! And if she was there, perhaps Corbel was with her. His heart leapt with excitement but an inner voice told him not to share any of this with Leo, who was still talking.
‘… nevertheless is still an heir and who knows how empowered she might be? She might be the most powerful of all. And as long as I have nothing to protect me, I am the least able to contest that crown and yet I believe in my heart that I am the right sovereign. I am the eldest child of Brennus. I am Leonel, Ninth of the Valisars. It is not my fault or my concern that my grandfather laid his seed in the stony ground of the Likurian Steppes or that his crown passed to his younger son, my father. The way the line has gone is not my doing. But I am the result. I am the king. I believe this with all of my heart.’
‘So do I, Leo.’
‘Then fight for me, not against me!’
‘I will not fight for you if it means butchering another person in cold blood. You don’t need me to do that.’
And now Leo turned his suddenly cold blue eyes on his longtime friend. ‘I don’t need you at all, Gavriel de Vis.’
Gavriel stared at him in disbelief. It felt like an eternity passed between them. He felt short of breath and as though his heart was beating erratically.
‘So be it,’ he finally said. ‘I will take my leave.’
Leo smirked. ‘Make good distance. Next time I see you, I will kill you, Gavriel de Vis.’
‘I know you will try,’ Gavriel said. He picked up his weapons and bowed. ‘Your majesty,’ he said solemnly before he turned and walked away, not once looking back. He did not want his king to see his tears.
They found Loethar where she’d left him; she really wouldn’t have been surprised to find him gone but her heart leapt to seehim watchful but nevertheless patiently awaiting her return. He seemed to guess her thoughts.
‘I made a promise,’ he said with a resigned smile. She grinned. ‘And you must be one of the horses she went off to purchase,’ he said to Janus, who frowned and cast a glance at Elka.
‘This is Physic Janus.’
‘Forgive me, Janus. As you can see I’m bored and resorting to childish humour.’
Janus hadn’t stopped frowning. ‘You know my name, may I know yours?’ Loethar glanced at Elka enquiringly. In the hesitant pause, Janus followed his line of sight back to the giantess. ‘You’re being very mysterious, Elka.’
‘I have to be,’ she said to him before looking back at Loethar. ‘I think we can trust him.’
Loethar shrugged and winced. ‘This is your idea.’
She sighed. ‘Janus, you don’t recognise him?’
Janus regarded his patient. ‘He looks like a horse’s arse. Sorry.’
Loethar