The Charnel Prince - J. Gregory Keyes [145]
She was just getting really irritated when the girl finally arrived. She was opening her mouth to complain when she saw Berrye’s expression.
“What?” Muriele asked.
“He’s here, Majesty,” she said, sounding out of breath. “Prince Robert is here. I have seen him.”
So it was true. Muriele closed her eyes. “He’s in the castle?”
“In the throne room, Majesty, waiting for you.”
“Do you know what he intends?” She lifted her eyelids.
Berrye sat and put her palms to her forehead. Muriele had never seen her so upset.
“He has his guard with him, Your Majesty, forty men. The Duke of Shale and Lord Fram Dagen have at least twenty men each. Every other member of the Comven has his guard with him, and there is word of landwaerden militia in the city.”
The room seemed to pulse, expanding and shrinking with Muriele’s heartbeat. She sat heavily in her armchair, unmindful of her half-finished job of dressing.
“He’s here to take the throne,” she said. Her mouth was dry.
“That is my best guess, Your Majesty.”
“It is the only guess.”
“I should have seen this coming,” Berrye said bitterly.
“You did see it coming,” Muriele muttered.
“But not so soon,” Berrye disagreed. “Not nearly this soon. I thought we had time to act, to blunt the blow.”
“Well, we haven’t.” She closed her eyes, trying to think. “Sir Fail has thirty men. There are twenty Craftsmen—if I can trust them—and their men-at-arms, altogether another hundred men I’m not sure I can count on. Indeed, they might well choose Robert as their king.”
“They cannot, by law,” Berrye said. “Not while Charles and Anne live.”
“No one knows Anne is alive, and Charles—they might make exception for Charles due to his nature. Robert might go farther. If he slew the father, he might well slay the son.”
She stood and turned her back to Berrye. “Lady Berrye, would you do my fastenings?”
“You still intend to attend court?”
“I’m still thinking,” Muriele said.
Berrye began latching the fastenings. Muriele could feel the girl’s breath on her hair. Her heartbeat seemed to slow, and an odd calm settled as a plan began sorting itself out.
“You know the passages,” Muriele said, as Berrye latched the third hook. “Do you know the way out of the city?”
“The long passage that goes under the wall? The one that can be filled with water?”
“That is the only one I know,” Muriele replied.
“I know where it is,” Berrye said. “I’ve never been there.”
“But you’re certain you can find it.”
“I studied the plans of this castle at my coven. So far I’ve found no error in them.” She fastened the last catch and the collar.
“Good.”
Muriele strode to her antechamber and summoned the guard outside the door.
“Bring Sir Fail here immediately,” she said.
The knight had taken up residence in Elseny’s chambers, which were just down the hall. He arrived a few moments later.
“Sir Fail,” she said. “I need another favor of you.”
“Whatever you require, Majesty.”
“I need you to take Charles to Liery.”
The old man’s mouth dropped open, and he stared at her for a moment. “What?” He finally managed.
Muriele crossed her arms and regarded her uncle. “Prince Robert, as fate would have it, is not dead at all. He has returned, and I believe today he will seize the throne. I want my son kept safe, Sir Fail.”
“I—surely we can stop him. He has no right—”
“I will not risk that,” Muriele replied. She nodded at Alis Berrye. “You know this lady?”
“Lady Berrye, yes.” He looked puzzled.
“There is a safe way out of the castle, a secret way. She knows it, and will lead you out. You are to collect Charles and leave immediately. Leave me two escorts, and take the rest of your men in case there are enemies at your ship.”
“But of course you’re going with us,” Fail said.
“No, I’m not,” Muriele replied. “That is the favor I am asking, and there is no time to discuss it beyond a simple yes or no.”
“Muriele—”
“Please, Sir Fail. I’ve lost two of my daughters.”
He straightened. “Then yes. But I will return for you.”
“And you will have the rightful