Cursor's Fury (Codex Alera #3)(76)

"Well," Bernard said, frowning. "Yes."

"We've done all we can," Amara said, and put her hand over Bernard's. "There's no reason to blame yourself for the Senate's reaction."

"Right, " Giraldi said. "His mind was made up even before you threatened to rip his tongue out for him."

Isana blinked at Giraldi, then at Bernard. Her brother cleared his throat and blushed.

"Oh, dear," Isana said.

A server arrived just then with a light wine, fruit, and bread, and told them that the evening meal would be served shortly.

"What about you, Steadholder?" Amara asked, once the server had withdrawn. "What were the results of the League's summit with the abolitionists?"

"Complete success," Isana replied. "Senator Parmos addressed the entire assembly this afternoon. He's going to sponsor Lady Aquitaines proposal."

Amara's eyebrows lifted. "Is he?"

Isana frowned. "Is that such a surprise?"

"Yes, actually," Amara said, frowning. "From my understanding of the situation in the Senate, any emancipation legislation would have been blocked by the southern Senators. Between Rhodes and Kalare, they have votes enough to kill any such motion."

Isana arched an eyebrow. Amara's information was doubtless obtained from the Crown's intelligence network. If Amara had been unaware of the shift in the balance of power, then it was entirely possible that the First Lord was, too. "The Rhodesian Senators have cast their support to the abolitionists."

Amara stiffened in her seat. "All of them?"

"Yes," Isana said. "I thought you'd know already."

Amara shook her head, her lips pressed together. Isana could feel the Cursor's anxiety rising. "When did this happen?"

"I'm not sure," Isana said. "I overheard two members of the League discussing it during Lady Aquitaine's tour. Perhaps three weeks ago?"

Amara suddenly rose, her voice tight. "Bernard, I need to contact the First Lord. Immediately."

Bernard frowned at her in concern. "Why? Amara, what's wrong?"

"It's too much," Amara said, her eyes focused elsewhere, her voice running in quick bursts that mirrored her furious thought. "Kalare's being forced into a corner. He won't take covert measures. He can't. Between emancipation laws and the letter... we're not ready. Oh, crows, not ready."

Isana felt the Cursor's anxiety begin to change into rising fear. "What do you mean?"

Amara shook her head rapidly. "I'm sorry, I don't dare say more. Not here." She looked around quickly. "Bernard, I need to get to the river, immediately. Isana, I'm sorry to disrupt the dinner-"

"No," Isana said quietly. "It's all right."

"Bernard," Amara said.

Isana looked across the table at her brother, who was frowning deeply, eyes focused on the sky above the open grotto.

"Why, " he asked quietly, "are the stars turning red?"

Isana frowned and stared up at the sky. She could not see the full glory of the stars in the furylit beauty of the city of Ceres, but the brightest stars were still visible. The entire western half of the sky was filled with crimson pinpoints of light. As she watched, the white stars overhead burned sullen, and the scarlet light spread like some kind of plague to the east, marching slowly and steadily forward. "Is it some kind of furycrafting?" she murmured.

In the grotto around them, the singers fell quiet one by one, and the music trailed off to silence. Everyone started staring up and pointing. A confused tide of emotion pushed against Isana's senses.