Cormyr_ a novel - Ed Greenwood [203]
Tanalasta stood very still. "This has the look of a meeting of state," she said and stepped quickly to a bellpull to summon guards. The cord came away in her hand and fell to the floor. It had been cut through with a sword. No alarm sounded.
"This is not right," Tanalasta said, and three quick strides took her back to Aunadar, to pluck at his sleeve. "Aunadar! What's happened? Why are we gathered here?"
"The road ahead for Cormyr must be chosen," Aunadar said, turning to face the high dais, as if he expected more figures to suddenly appear there. "Your father has died," he added shortly. "We think he died some time ago-and that foul wizard, our Royal Magician, hid that fact from us all, hoping to take the throne before you could be crowned."
Tanalasta reeled and then clung to him, fighting down sudden tears. Azoun! Papa! Oh, merciless gods! Her mind flooded with memories of a smiling bearded face, hands gently helping her to toddle her first few steps, or sweeping her up onto a saddle so high that she shrieked in fear, or…
Aunadar must have known that the wizard was going to appear by the throne. He was watching, hard-faced, as the air shimmered and glowed on the broad step below the thrones where men knelt to be knighted and envoys to plead. When the light died away, three men stood on that step: the fat old Royal Magician of Cormyr, and on either side of him a grim noble holding a drawn sword. Lord Giogi Wyvernspur was on the wizard's right, and young Dauneth Marliir on his left.
Tanalasta stared up at them through helpless tears.
What was going to happen? Was there going to be a fight?
She turned to ask Aunadar, only to discover that she stood alone. Her lover had walked back to stand with Gaspar Cormaeril and the other young nobles.
The crown princess looked from the trio by the throne to the confident line of nobility, and a sudden chill shook her. Father! she cried silently, come back! Cormyr needs you! I need you.
A voice cut through her anguish, a crisp, measured voice that struck her like ice water.
"The fates of our king and his two cousins have left a perilous lack of authority in Cormyr," said the wizard Vangerdahast, "particularly in light of the current dispositions of Princess Alusair and Queen Filfaeril. The whereabouts of both remain unknown, we can only presume they are in hiding. Moreover, Crown Princess Tanalasta is, by her own words, unwilling to take up the crown at this time."
His words echoed around the room. One of the nobles stepped forward and raised his head to speak, but the Royal Magician went on. "I will act as regent until the princess is willing to assume the throne. If, at the end of five years, she has not done so, we shall meet again-the wizards, high clergy and nobles of the realm, all together in council, to debate the future of the realm. Until that time, there will be no council of nobles or anyone else in Cormyr. I shall assist the princess in making ready to ascend the Dragon Throne, and she shall marry her fiance Aunadar Bleth during this time if she desires to do so. I hold here"-the mage raised a piece of parchment over his head-"a writ of regency, signed by Queen Filfaeril. It names me rightfully what I now claim myself: Regent of Cormyr."
Tanalasta stared up at the wizard, torn between grief and loneliness… and now, in the midst of that loss, a rising rage. The old wizard was seizing Cormyr as his own! And it was all her fault! She could have stood strong against him. She could have insisted on his kneeling to her… but she had not. And now it was too late.
But why had Father left her so unprepared? And where was Alusair? Where was Mama? Stolen away-as if by magic. Magic. Of course. In the face of such dark power, how could she hope to lead the realm?
Eyes