Elantris - Brandon Sanderson [31]
“Especially when you have a couple of children to do the dirty jobs,” Kiin said with a sly smile.
“Is that all we’re good for, Father?” Lukel said with a laugh. “Scrubbing floors?”
“It’s the only reason I’ve ever found for having kids,” Kiin said. “Your mother and I only had Daorn because we decided we needed another couple of hands to wash chamber pots.”
“Father, please,” Kaise said. “I’m trying to eat.”
“Merciful Domi help the man who interrupts Kaise’s supper,” Lukel said with a chuckle.
“Princess Kaise,” the little girl corrected.
“Oh, so my little girl’s a princess now?” Kiin asked with amusement.
“If Sarene can be one, then so can I. After all, you’re her uncle, and that should make you a prince. Right, Father?”
“Technically yes,” Kiin said. “Though I don’t think I officially have a title anymore.”
“They probably kicked you out because you spoke of chamber pots during supper,” Kaise said. “Princes can’t do that sort of thing, you know. It’s horrible table manners.”
“Of course,” Kiin said with a fond smile. “I wonder why I never realized that before.”
“So,” Kaise continued. “If you are a prince, then your daughter is a princess.”
“I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way, Kaise,” Lukel said. “Father’s not king, so his kids would be barons or counts, not princes.”
“Is that true?” Kaise asked with a disappointed tone.
“I’m afraid so,” Kiin said. “However, trust me. Anyone who claims you’re not a princess, Kaise, hasn’t ever listened to you complain at bedtime.”
The little girl thought for a moment and, apparently unsure how to take the comment, simply turned back to her dinner. Sarene wasn’t paying much attention; her mind had frozen at the part where her uncle had said “I don’t think I officially have a title anymore.” It smelled of politics. Sarene thought she knew every important event that had happened in Teod’s court during the last fifty years, and she knew nothing of Kiin being officially stripped of his title.
Before she could ponder any more on the incongruity, Ashe floated in through a window. In the excitement of the dinner, Sarene had almost forgotten that she’d sent him to follow the Gyorn Hrathen.
The ball of light stopped hesitantly in the air near the window. “My lady, am I interrupting?”
“No, Ashe, come in and meet my family.”
“You have a Seon!” Daorn exclaimed with amazement. For once his sister seemed too stunned to speak.
“This is Ashe,” Sarene explained. “He’s been serving my house for over two centuries, and he’s the wisest Seon I’ve ever known.”
“My lady, you exaggerate,” Ashe said modestly, yet at the same time she noticed he was glowing a bit brighter.
“A Seon …” Kaise said with quiet wonder, her dinner forgotten.
“They’ve always been rare,” Kiin said, “now more than ever.”
“Where did you get him?” Kaise asked.
“From my mother,” Sarene said. “She Passed Ashe to me when I was born.” The Passing of a Seon—it was one of the finest gifts a person could receive. Someday, Sarene would have to Pass Ashe, selecting a new ward for him to watch over and care for. She had planned it to be one of her children, or perhaps grandchildren. The possibility of either ever existing, however, was looking increasingly unlikely….
“A Seon,” Kaise said with wonder. She turned to Sarene, eyes alight with excitement. “Can I play with him after supper?”
“Play with me?” Ashe asked uncertainly.
“Can I please, Cousin Sarene?” Kaise begged.
“I don’t know,” Sarene said with a smile. “I seem to recall a few comments about my height.”
The little girl’s look of disappointed chagrin was a source of great amusement to all. It was at that moment, among their laughter, that Sarene began to feel her tension ease for the first time since leaving her homeland a week before.
CHAPTER 6
“There is no hope for the king, I’m afraid.” Hrathen folded his arms across his breastplate thoughtfully as he looked back at the throne room. “Your Grace?” Dilaf asked.
“King Iadon,” Hrathen explained. “I had hoped to save him—though I never really expected the nobility to follow