The Floodgate - Elaine Cunningham [10]
Nothing in the queen's expression indicated recognition, but after a moment she said his name in an even, almost toneless voice. "I am ready for my walk upon the Promenade. You may come for me."
Matteo suppressed a sigh. "Your Majesty, you gave me leave to attend urgent business. I have been absent from the palace for a moon-cycle and more."
The queen's expression did not alter in the slightest. She did not appear chagrined to have forgotten, or peeved by Matteo's absence. "Is this business finished?"
The expansion of the Swamp of Akhlaur had been halted, the laraken driven away. Kiva was in the hands of the Azuthan priests. The jordaini falsely condemned by Kiva and conscripted to fight in her personal army had been cleared of all wrongdoing. By any measure but his own, Matteo had met and surpassed his obligations as a counselor.
"It is not, my queen," he said at last "There are matters yet to attend."
"Very well." She spoke as if his answer, or indeed his presence, was of no consequence to her. Her image winked out of the globe, leaving nothing but faintly glowing moonstone.
"Matters to attend?" demanded Ferris Grail. "What might these be?"
Matteo gave the older man a respectful bow. "Personal matters, my lord. If you have questions, please address them to my patron."
This was as close to falsehood as Matteo had ever come. He did not actually claim that he did the queen's business, but his words could be interpreted as such. Ferris Grail raised one black eyebrow into a skeptical arch.
Vishna leaped from his chair and seized Matteo's arm. "Well, then, you'd best be off," he said heartily. "You've lazed about here long enough."
Matteo allowed the old wizard to hustle him out of the tower. When they reached the courtyard, he disengaged himself from Vishna's grasp and inclined his head in a grateful bow. "That was kind of you. I had no wish to prolong that meeting."
Vishna sent him a wistful smile. "First listen to some advice, my son, then decide whether to thank me or not. You've many gifts, but lying isn't among them!
If you're set upon learning this art, I'd suggest you'd practice before a mirror until you can school the guilt from your face!"
The wizard's tone was light and teasing, but Matteo could think of no response. What did one say when a trusted master spoke of competent falsehood as if it were a good and worthy goal?
As the silence stretched, Vishna studied the young man's face with growing concern. "This unfinished business must be grave indeed."
"No more than that before any jordain," Matteo said shortly. "I seek truth."
"Ah." The old man's wry smile acknowledged the reproof. "The search for truth can take unexpected paths. Yours has put distance between you and the jordaini order."
The man's insight startled Matteo. "Why do you say that?"
"I have known you since you left the nursery to begin your studies. Never have I known you to give evasive answers. That speaks of faltering trust."
Matteo could not disagree. "If I offend, Master Vishna, I beg pardon."
"No need." The wizard patted his shoulder. "The wise man does not trust easily or speak freely."
"True, but suspicion wears at the soul, and so does silence. I miss the days when we could speak our minds plainly, without subtlety or hidden layers."
"A child's privilege, Matteo. You are no longer a child." Vishna's smile took any possible sting from the words. "But let us indulge each other. What wears away at my former student?"
This time, Matteo chose his words more carefully. "We jordaini are considered the guardians of Halruaan lore, yet there is much we haven't learned."
"Ah. I suppose you have something specific in mind."
"Several things. Why did we not learn the history of Halruaa's elves?"
"There are no elves to speak of," Vishna pointed out.
"Precisely. Yet there were once many elves in the Swamp of Akhlaur and in the Kilmaruu Swamp. It seems odd that two such places-neither of which are ancient swamplands-should