Raven's Shadow (Raven #1)(108)

"I came as soon as I heard," said Toarsen. "The rumor's being passed all over the Eyrie. There's going to be a Disciplining."

"I heard," said Tier. Seraph could see her husband weighing some decision.

"Toarsen," he said, "if you needed to get in to see the emperor, could you? At this time of night?"

"I - I suppose I could," Toarsen said, "but not without my brother Avar's help." He hesitated and thrust his chin up. "But I won't do anything that will imperil my emperor - even if he's a stupid sot more interested in the newest wine from Carek than in running his Empire."

"Agreed," said Tier. "What I'd like you to do is persuade your brother to get you in to see the Emperor - tell him it's urgent that you do so. Then - " Tier paused and shook his head. "Then tell Phoran you have a message for him that you can't give him in front of anyone except for Avar. The Emperor knows too much about you, my lad, to trust himself to you, but he trusts Avar. When the three of you are alone, you tell Phoran that his Bard would like an urgent word. Tell him that you and Avar will accompany him, if he doesn't mind. Tell Phoran that I have a plan, but time is of the essence."

Toarsen stared at him. "Phoran knows about you?"

The Bard grinned wickedly. "Don't go dismissing your emperor out of hand, lad. I have a feeling that a lot of people have underestimated him, and they're about to get a rude awakening."

Toarsen nodded slowly. "All right. I'll do it. If I can't get in, I'll come back alone."

"Good, lad," said Tier, patting his shoulder and shooing him out the door. He waited until the sound of Toarsen's footsteps grew faint.

"That was Toarsen, the Sept of Leheigh's younger brother," he said, sitting back down beside Seraph. "He'll find Phoran for us."

"You know," muttered Seraph, who'd been working through Tier's story while he talked with the boy, "I knew that we were in trouble when all of our children were born Ordered. I should have resigned myself to fighting against another shadowed with the Emperor at my side years ago."

Jes looked back at her impassively, but Lehr smiled. "Maybe the gods are making you make up for those wells and blights you didn't fix for all these years in one fell swoop."

Seraph stole Tier's eye roll - she could do it when she chose. "Cheeky. Carry them for nine months, feed them, clothe them, and what do I get? Impertinence."

"Seraph," Tier asked, "if they want my Order - why didn't they just take it? Why wait for a year?"

"I'm not certain," said Seraph, "but magic works better on something you know well. I could cast a spell better on you than I could on a stranger. Their magic isn't foolproof; a lot of their stones don't work right. The year wait might be time for one of their wizards to get close to you so that their spells will succeed."

Tier rubbed his face. "I can't tell a solsenti wizard from anyone else unless he's gathering magic, can you?"

Seraph shook her head. "I can see the Orders, if I look. But simple wizards, no."

Tier yawned. Seraph frowned at him.

"How many nights do you sit up plotting?" she asked briskly, but didn't wait for an answer. "Boys, can you settle yourselves to being quiet? Tier, you won't do anyone any good if you fall over asleep. You lie down here, and the boys and I will keep watch until the Emperor comes."

He started to protest, and it was a mark of how tired he was that he stopped himself. "My love, if you make yourself comfortable, I'll lay my head upon your lap and dream sweetly for a year."

"See," said Lehr in a stage whisper, "that's how you get women to do things for you. You ought to try it, Jes. Think Hennea will let you rest your weary brow upon her lap?"

"Lehr," said Jes, "shut up and let Papa sleep."

Seraph didn't sleep, though truthfully she was tired as well, but sitting peacefully on the soft bed with her husband's head in her lap was as effective as a week's worth of sleep. While she waited she worked on loosening the magic net the solsenti wizards had bound around Tier. She didn't fight them but just encouraged the unraveling that time would have brought.

When she had done what she could, she half-opened one eye and saw that Lehr was sleeping sitting up. Jes was alert and watchful - he nodded his head at her so that she would know that he'd seen her looking. The very peace that had settled in her heart told her it was really Jes who watched and not the Guardian. She thought it was a good sign that the Guardian would trust in Jes.

She closed her eye and let herself enjoy the quiet.

"Someone's coming," said Jes softly.

Tier rolled to his feet and stretched. "Thank you, love. Would you all please stand so that you aren't directly in line with the door - but no disguises, eh? If this isn't Phoran, I'd rather keep your presence quiet, but if it is Phoran, I don't want him thinking that we're trying to ambush him."

"There's three of them," said Lehr as he obediently shifted over without getting up. "One of them is Toarsen, one of them is wearing a lot of metal, and the third is in soft-soled shoes."

Tier looked at Lehr in surprise. Well, thought Seraph, she'd told him that the children had been growing into their powers.