The Elder Blood Chronicles – Book Three(79)

“My Lady Merrodin, may I present Blue Bess, acclaimed bard of Glis as well as Arovan and Herald for High Lord Blackwolf,” Valor said with a formality she was unaccustomed to from him. He bowed slightly to the woman and smiled at her. “Tell me how to prove it and I will, Blue,” he said as he stood straight once more and then smiled roguishly. “By the way, did you mean to make that rhyme or have you been a bard for so many years you can no longer speak without spewing out verses?”

“I never spew words,” Blue snapped, her voice still beautiful to the ears but filled with obvious offense. Leaning forward, she wrapped delicate long fingered hands around two beams and used them to swing down, landing gracefully before the gate. Drawing one hand before her she stretched a lean leg out in front and bowed to Jala formally at the waist. “If you truly are High Lady Merrodin, it is an honor to have you grace our humble dwelling. If you are not truly the High Lady then you will make a very pretty meal for Korv,” Blue said as she stood once more and tilted her delicate chin upwards to survey Valor more closely.

“Not while I draw breath,” Valor warned, his hand dropping on reflex to where his sword normally hung. He frowned as he found nothing but empty air and sighed heavily.

Blue watched the gesture with obvious amusement and then met his eye once more. “My, my! Did we come to the battle without our sword? The Valor I knew never would have made such a mistake. His hand was always firmly gripping his…” She paused and coughed lightly, giving him a smile. “Sword,” she added at last.

Valor cleared his throat and raised his own eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest. “The proving myself to you? Did you forget? You are getting a bit long in the tooth, vixen.”

Blue sputtered for a moment, her eyes wide as she stepped back away from him with a look of complete indignation written on her face. “Long in the tooth, he says,” she exclaimed with a gasp. “This is not Valor Hai’dia before me at all. Sweet Valor would never utter such wretched words before my ears,” she continued, her voice rising in mock pain.

“For the love of the Aspects, Blue, cut the drama,” Valor demanded as he turned back toward the forest with a wary expression on his face. “If Korv hears you say that he will have my head bitten off before you explain that you are jesting.”

Jala watched the scene, looking from Valor, then to Blue, and finally down to Marrow. “Do you know many that have a Bendazzi as a Familiar other than Lady Jala Merrodin?” she asked just loudly enough to be heard.

“Right. You are quite obviously who you say you are, given that fact. You may approach the gate, Milady,” Blue said with a smile and another bow but held a finger up to Valor as he started to move as well. “You, however, do not have a rather large cat to bear witness for you. Given your brutish nature with words I find myself still suspect as to your character.”

Valor sighed and his shoulders slumped once more. “Shall I recite a verse from your tattoos?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Blue frowned at him and shook her head slowly. “No, you never had opportunity to learn the special verses and anyone could have learned the others. Instead you will answer three questions.”

“Then please ask before Lady Merrodin gets frostbite from your holding her hostage before the gate,” Valor pressed.

Jala wrapped her arms tighter around herself and allowed her teeth to chatter audibly as the bard turned to regard her. “I’m from the south,” she offered in a quavering voice and motioned with a delicate wave of her hand for the interrogation to commence.

On another occasion the antics might have been rather amusing, but not today. In her current frame of mind, Jala wanted nothing more than the bard to be satisfied and allow them to pass so she could heal Sebastian and return home.

Blue cleared her throat delicately and narrowed her eyes at Valor with a suspicious look. “What did the boy offer me?” she asked in a clear ringing voice.

“His heart. You took his pride instead,” Valor answered without hesitation.

“Hmm.” Blue mused and nodded. “What would the man offer me?” she asked her head tilting to one side.

“A bowl of late harvest grapes from the vines of Arovan bursting with the flavor of summer,” Valor replied once more without pause.

“Mmm.” Blue smiled, her eyes twinkling. She nodded slowly and held up two fingers then slowly raised the third. “And what would I give the boy or the man in return?” she asked.