The Mage in the Iron Mask - Brian Thomsen [68]
"Of course," the ambassador said, beaming with pride, relieved at Mischa's message, eyes glued to the curves of her body, which were subtly visible against the silken robe that barely concealed her nakedness. "The First Princess knows that she can call on me at any time, day or night… as I invite you to do also, my dear Mischa."
Mischa Tam maintained her composure while burying a shudder of revulsion that ran through her inner core at the advances of the wormlike ambassador. She was sure that until her arrival, he had been dreading the next contact with the Tharchioness, anticipating a suicide mission of some type.
Even though he did not realize it, his initial anticipations were more than accurate.
"My dear ambassador," she cooed, "I wish I could take you up on your generous offer, but my pragmatic nature, I'm afraid, gets the best of me. You know how jealous the First Princess gets. She would have my head or worse if she caught me giving undue attention to one of her favorites."
One of her favorites, the ambassador thought, I should have known. I never dreamed that she felt that way about me. Obviously she is a woman prone to sadistic affections toward those who strike her fancy. If necessary, he mused, I could get used to that.
"Time is fleeting, and I owe it to the Tharchioness not to dally unnecessarily, even if it does prolong my time with you," the First Princess's half sister whispered, her ironic tone lost on the corpulent and soft civil envoy. "Here is the packet of information that I promised to deliver for her. She so wants you to clear your name, and the successful completion of your mission will do more than that. After all, a Thayan hero would make a perfect First Princess's consort. Don't you think?"
The slow-witted ambassador became confused.
"What hero?" he asked. "And what about the High Blade?"
"Why you will be the hero, of course," she cooed, kissing him gently on his doughy, bald pate, and then, with a sigh, adding, "I'm sorry. I just couldn't control myself."
"Quite all right," the blushing, lusting ambassador sputtered.
"And the High Blade," she concluded. "Well, that is what is probably in the message. I must go now."
"No," the ambassador urged, "surely you can stay awhile. The Tharchioness need not know."
"As much as I would love to," she countered, "I really can't. Nothing must deter you from the planning of your mission."
The ambassador looked at the unopened message that had been handed to him, and said resignedly, "Oh, yes, my mission."
"And when it is over, no one will deny you anything, not even the Tharchioness."
"Indeed," he replied, his greed overcoming any fear about the prospective contents of the packet.
"It is the will of Szass Tam," she said, as she slinked out the door of the ambassador's suite.
"Indeed," he repeated to himself, trying to savor the image of Mischa and combining it with that of a similarly compliant First Princess. "Indeed."
Had the ambassador escorted the Tharchioness's half sister to the door, he might have been able to hear her derisive laughter once she turned the corner down the hall.
Looking down at the packet in his hand, and with a gradual return of the anxiety that churned in the bottom of his stomach, he began to open the seal so that he could learn of the fate that awaited him.
The pervasive terror returned as he finished the missive which burst into smokeless flames no sooner than he had fully digested its contents, incinerating the instruction on the spot.
The despair that he felt more than distracted him from the painful searing of his fingertips.
* * * * *
At the Villa of Honor Fullstaff, Swordmaster, retired:
Drinks refilled, the blind swordmaster sat back in his chair, and began to tell a tale.
"Everyone hereabouts," he began, with a quick nod to Volo, "and thereabouts, who might have done their research, knows that I was the captain of the Hawks under the former High Blade. You might all have by this time made the correct