Storm Warning - Mercedes Lackey [31]
We could just as easily be two of the “old sticks ” that Solaris complains to Ulrich about; stiff-necked and stubborn and ready to make a stupid fuss about anything that might possibly be considered heresy—fighting the things she has restored to the Writ and Rules because there’ve never been Rules like that in their lifetime. Someone like that would probably cause an incident as soon as he got even half an excuse to do so, just out of sheer spite. He can’t be sure yet that we aren’t like that, and the Valdernaran Court would plan on it if they have any foresight.
Rubrik probably was the best man for this job.
This third day out, Karal found himself warming to the man. Rubrik could have been sitting around wallowing in self-pity, recounting past glories to uninterested passersby on Temple steps somewhere; instead, he was performing an important duty, perhaps freeing someone more able-bodied for some other task, certainly seeing to it that he and Ulrich had someone in charge of their journey who was not only competent, but fluent in their language, and at least marginally friendly.
As the sun sank on their third day of travel, it also occurred to Karal that finding someone who fit the criteria of “competent, fluent, and friendly” in the case of a former enemy must be a rather difficult task. Perhaps, rather than trying to figure out if the choice of Rubrik had been meant as an insult, he should assume it was a compliment and should be grateful that they had him!
Exhaustion impaired his reasoning fairly quickly after that. As the lights of the next village neared, Karal found himself thinking of nothing more than the bed he expected to fall into.
Soft bed, clean sheets, a hot bath... sleep. Not in that order of course. Food. Lots of fat feather pillows. Sleep. Some more of that salve. Sleep.
They rode into the courtyard of the inn Rubrik had chosen. The courtyard was lit with lanterns and torches, the windows glowed from the candles within, and wonderful aromas of cooking meat and baking bread drifted out through the open door.
A stableboy helped Rubrik dismount, then moved to hold Honeybee and Trenor as Rubrik limped into the inn to arrange for their lodging.
But he hurried right back out again, a serving-boy hovering at his elbow, just as Karal helped his master dismount, and the stormy look on his face made Karal’s heart sink. Rubrik was angry, and was keeping his temper carefully in check. Something must have gone wrong here.
Is it us? Has someone recognized that we’re Karsite, and refused to grant us shelter? It was a real possibility—and the opening for a potentially damaging incident before their mission had even begun!
“I’m afraid this place is already full up,” their escort said apologetically, while Ulrich steadied himself with one hand on Honeybee’s shoulder. The flickering light from the torches did nothing to mask his chagrin and annoyance, and Karal felt his own face fall, but Ulrich seemed undisturbed. “This idiot of a landlord claims that he misunderstood the day; it’s not a deliberate insult, I insisted on seeing the register, and they really have let out all the rooms. They can give you dinner while I see about some alternate arrangements, if you don’t mind waiting for me to manage something.”
“I do not see that we have much choice in the matter,” Ulrich replied, with a philosophical shrug. “Personally, I simply can’t ride any farther. No journey ever proceeds exactly as planned, and after all, the world does not arrange itself to suit our particular whims.”
Rubrik grimaced, the torchlight turning his face into an ugly mask for a moment. “In this case, it should have,” he said, annoyance overcoming his chagrin, “since I specifically stopped here on my way to the border to arrange rooms for us on this date. I—well, it doesn’t matter. I managed to throw a good fright into the innkeeper himself, and he’d rather slit