Storm Warning - Mercedes Lackey [118]
She left him on the path to the Palace, parting from him with a cheerful wave and a promise to meet him tomorrow. “I live in the dormitory with the Bardic students,” she told him. “Most of the people you met tonight actually live in town, rather than on the Palace grounds, but since Father’s a Herald, they let me live here. Will you be free right after lunch tomorrow?”
“Uh—yes,” he said, responding before he could think.
“Good, then I’ll meet you in the Palace library.” And without giving him a chance to say anything else, she trotted off into the darkness.
He made his way back to the Palace in something of a dazed condition. The guards he encountered must have recognized him, since only two of them stopped him to ask who he was and where he was going. He managed to find his way back to the suite with a minimum of stumbling around in the dark, as most of the halls were lit by a minimum of lamps at this time of night.
He waved a silent greeting at the corridor guard, who grinned as if he had his own ideas about where Karal had been. The door was unlocked, and he pushed it open slowly, hoping that it wouldn’t creak. The suite of rooms was dark but for a single candle burning in the night-lamp, and he made his way to his own room, stepping carefully to keep from waking Ulrich up.
He felt a certain amount of guilt at not leaving a note for his mentor. I only hope Rubrik told him that Natoli carried me off ... even if Rubrik didn’t know where we were going. He had the feeling that there was going to be a lot of explaining to be done in the morning.
At least he was used to staying up this late. When Ulrich didn’t need his services, he generally read until just about midnight anyway. He didn’t seem to need as much sleep as some people did, which was very useful, given the number of times Ulrich had needed multiple copies of documents at short notice.
He pushed open the door of his own room and closed it carefully behind him, heaving a sigh of relief as it shut with a minimum of sound. Only then did he turn around—
And froze.
There was someone waiting for him on his bed, a long, pale form that lay curled up against the pillows. It wasn’t Ulrich, unless Ulrich had suddenly acquired a pair of green-gold eyes that glowed in the dark.
He gasped, and the lamp in the bracket beside the door lit itself with a little puff of sound.
As the lamplight steadied, a slender, cream-colored body uncurled itself gracefully from the place where it had been lying, near the head of the bed, cushioned by the pillows. The green-gold disks became the widened pupils of a pair of intensely blue eyes, surrounded by a brick-red mask. The otherwise pale-cream face was topped by a pair of brick-red ears, both of which were swiveled to face him. A red tail switched restlessly, curling up and curling down again, rather than thudding against the bed as a dog’s would have.
:Well, you certainly have been enjoying a night on the roof,: the Firecat said in his mind. Its tone was amused, genial, and quite friendly.
It’s a Firecat. A Firecat—in my room, on my bed, talking to me.
“I—uh—” He stared at the Cat with his mouth dropping open, unable to make his mind or his body work properly. What was a Firecat doing here? And why was it in his room?
:Close your mouth, child, you look like a stranded fish,: the Cat said, and purred with high good humor. :I’m not here to drag you off to some kind of punishment. I’ve simply been sent here to give you some advice from time to time—advice your mentor wouldn’t be able to grant you. That was what you wanted, wasn’t it? Someone you could trust to advise you?:
He was irresistibly reminded at that moment of an ancient proverb. “Be careful what you wish for—”
:Indeed “—you might get it. ” Quite true, which is why it’s a proverb, but in the current situation it’s not entirely apt. I’d have come here even if you hadn’t wished for an advisor you could trust. This is an unstable situation. and you are in the