Storm Warning - Mercedes Lackey [76]
It had a head that was something like a raptor’s, except for the greatly enlarged skull, with a wicked beak he would not have wanted to get in the way of; the tightly-folded wings would be enormous when unfurled. The four legs ended in formidable talons; he noted with slightly hysterical amusement that someone had constructed talon-sheaths, wooden-tipped and laced across the back, so that the ends didn’t damage the wooden floor. In color it was a golden-brown, with shadings of pure metallic gold and darker sable. And when it turned and he caught its huge, golden eyes, he lost any last bit of doubt that this was a creature every bit as intelligent as he was. There was not just intelligence in those eyes, there was humor there as well, and a powerful personality. It looked him over, unblinking, then transferred its regard to his master, pupils expanding and contracting a little as it focused its gaze.
The entrance of this little cavalcade seemed to be all that anyone had been waiting for; Court proceeded briskly from then on.
He and Ulrich were evidently the center point of this session of Court; there was some ordinary enough business, dealt with efficiently and quickly, and then the major-domo beside the dais called them forward.
Karal followed behind his master, keeping his mind blank and receptive. He already knew what Ulrich would be doing; there were documents to present, authorizations, copies of the existing treaties. Ulrich would be telling the Queen, in a suitably flowery and elaborate speech, just how much Solaris welcomed the opportunity to change the truce into a true alliance. The Queen would respond in the same way.
This time, at least, there would be truth behind the speeches, at least on the Karsite side of the equation.
Maybe on the Valdemaran, given that storm last night, and the Prince’s assurances. From the damage he’d seen to the gardens from their window, the storm had been fully powerful enough to make people concerned. There had been at least one uprooted tree, and many thick branches broken and tossed about like wood chips. It appeared that Karse, in the form of its weather-mages, had something Valdemar needed very badly.
So, there would be truth enough on the Queen’s part as well. Enough to overcome centuries of hatred?
From the thoughtful look on Herald Talia’s face—yes. There, if anywhere, was the proof of sincerity. Talia was of Holderkin stock, and had grown up on the border with Karse. If she could forgive Karsite depredations enough to become an honorary member of their very religion, it was possible that anyone could, given enough incentive.
Ulrich made his graceful speech, the Queen made hers; Karal didn’t pay much attention. He was watching Talia closely. She was paying no attention to Ulrich after the first few moments of his speech. Instead, her eyes wandered over the envoy’s head, for all the world as if assessing the temper of the rest of the courtiers.
There wasn’t much to read in her thoughtful expression, however; it seemed to be just as carefully blank as his own.
“If you have no objection, my Lord Priest,” the Queen was saying as he pulled his attention back to the work at hand, “I should like to take this opportunity to present you to the other dignitaries of this Court, and the representatives of our other allies and friends.”
So that’s why the gryphon and the rest showed up! As Ulrich accepted—after all, this was precisely what the Priest had hoped would take place—the crowd of courtiers reshuffled itself, and Karal found himself standing at Ulrich’s elbow in a formal receiving line.
Now I earn my good dinner and