Cormyr_ a novel - Ed Greenwood [47]
The warden of the war wizards gave her a wan smile but said formally, "Well met, Lady Highness. I bring this in urgent haste."
Alusair frowned. Laspeera's formality could only mean bad news. She took the plate, set it carefully on the turf, swept the sorceress into her arms, and kissed her cheek. "I'm pleased to see you anyway, 'Speera. What news of father?"
The mage returned her kiss but said nothing, nodding sadly at the plate.
Oh. Oh, damn, thought the warrior-princess. Blast and damn.
Alusair took up the plate and touched the runes meant for her with her bare fingertips. The runes shimmered, then faded away. It was a once-only message, grave news indeed, then.
A moment later, the familiar voice of her father came to her from the disk, quiet but unmistakable.
"Alusair, the realm is in dire peril. Bhereu is dead, and Thomdor and I may have joined him by the time you receive this. We do not know who is responsible. Stay in the Stonelands. Keep out of sight of those who may come to search for you. If you hear word of my death, trust it not unless it comes to you from those few we both trust. Take the crown if you feel it best, but follow your own heart-don't rule just because you believe I wanted it so. Know, little one, that I love you. I have always loved you, and if the gods will, I shall always love you, watching over you and the realm even if you see and hear me no more. Gods keep you, Alusair."
Alusair swallowed, forgotten, the plate almost fell from her hands. Laspeera took it and murmured, "The luck of all the gods be upon you, Lady Highness. I fear I have other matters to attend to now."
The war wizard kissed the princess's forehead, became a falcon again, and soared aloft, climbing hard into the sun.
Numbly the princess watched her go. Then she drew in a deep, trembling breath and shook her head, fighting back sudden tears.
Biting her lip, she stared out over the harsh grandeur of the Stonelands. She no more wanted to be queen than shy Tanalasta. And as long as Tanalasta lived, she would be spared that responsibility. Poor Tana!
Poor Father. Gods! She'd always know this day might come, but…
The gods. Yes, it was time-past time. There would be time for grieving later, but first, driven by duty, as always.
She went to her knees on the hard rocks in prayer, pouring out a silent supplication. When she was done, she did not open her eyes but concentrated instead on calling to mind the Royal Magician of the realm. She attempted to initiate the farspeaking that allowed the wizard to converse at great distances with the Obarskyr battle maiden.
She thought of Vangerdahast. Those dark brown eyes-red when he grew testy, which was often-around jowls and a close-trimmed beard… white, and his hair, too, though both still had a few reddish-brown hairs. Kindly, stern, a paunch beginning to show through those plain robes…
Her mental picture seemed to move for a moment and acquired flickering candelabra and an impression of hurried movement along a hall. A hall in the palace? Or…
"Lady Highness?" Brace's voice was anxious. Alusair shook her head in exasperation as she knelt amid the stones, eyes closed. The contact, brief and hurried, was broken, the vision was slipping away.
"Lady Alusair?"
It was gone. She sighed and fought down a surge of grief-driven rage. Couldn't these men see needed to be alone? No, they couldn't. They did not know of her father, and Bhereu-poor Uncle Bhereu! Instead, she slowly rose, tossing her hair back over her shoulder again. She replied levelly to the interruption. "Yes, gentle sirs? Or should I say 'trail hounds'?"
"Beldred sent us," a deeper voice said sourly. "I thought you'd not want us…" He trailed off. Alusair was fairly certain the guards had not seen Laspeera, or her using the message plate.
"Beldred Truesilver's orders are wise, Threldryn," the princess replied, giving them both of them a quick smile as she vaulted a rock and plucked her reins from around the