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rt of it。 Unless he is truly afraid。 As for the new law you mention 。。。 〃
He took two strides into the room； graceful as a hunting cat； and knelt before Urté。 〃My lord； matters touching upon the honour of my family pel me to ask leave to withdraw from your service for a time； that my actions need have no bearing on your own affairs。 Will you grant me leave？〃
〃He will not；〃 said a clear； cold voice。 The only voice in the room that could have tried to wield authority in that moment。
They all turned to her。 Ariane de Carenzu had not troubled to rise or even fully turn to face the men。 She was still looking over her shoulder； casually； her black hair tumbling down the back of her chair。 There was nothing casual about her words though。 〃In the name of the countess of Arbonne I forbid this duel。 There is a land price placed on deaths between Talair and Miraval。 It has been proclaimed and posted and cannot be evaded…understand me； my lords…by sham devices of this sort。 I will not let the countess be mocked。 Nor will I allow this night of the goddess to be marred in such a way。 I hold you both strictly accountable； my lords； for the conduct of your men。〃
〃Surely so； but if he leaves my service…〃 Urté de Miraval began。
〃He requires your consent and you will not give it。〃
The woman's voice was precise and authoritative； the flat tone of someone absolutely versed in mand。 Even after months in Arbonne； Blaise found it disconcerting to see the two dukes so accepting of a woman's unveiled note of power。
He opened his mouth to speak； his own anger strong within him； and received a hard elbow in the ribs。 〃Don't do it！〃 Valery muttered； as if reading his mind。
He probably had； Blaise thought…the path of his thinking would have been clear enough。 Blaise was； by his own insistence； not bound to Bertran de Talair by any oaths of fealty。 He was a hired mercenary and could end his contract at any time； forfeiting only whatever pay was due to him and as yet untendered and freeing himself to fight the Arimondan； without seeking a by…your…leave from anyone； including this black…haired woman who styled herself a queen； if only of the troubadours' Court of Love。
He drew a slow breath； met Valery's gaze for a moment and held his peace。 He looked around the room。 No one else seemed to have dared to move。 With mild surprise he saw that the girl with the harp； still wearing Bertran's blue cloak； was staring at him from across the room。 He couldn't read her gaze from a distance； but he could guess。 She had thrust herself forward to defend the honour of the troubadour he'd wounded。 She would probably be quite content if he died by a curved； bejewelled Arimondan sword。
His gaze swept past her and upwards。 On the upper storey of the inn； men and women had crowded to the railings； first for the music and now for what had followed。 Most of their faces were hidden by the cross…beams； a procession of legs lined the hallway above his head； cut off at the trunk。 It was odd； in a way； an audience of feet and calves and thighs in variously coloured hose。
〃You came here bearing a message； I think；〃 Ariane de Carenzu continued； in the silence that had followed her last speech。 She was looking at the Arimondan； Quzman。 〃Is it about the boats on the river？〃
The man glanced over at her。 He had remained kneeling before Urté de Miraval。 They were both large； exceptionally handsome men； it was a pose that might have been carved in relief on the stone wall of a chapel of Corannos in Gorhaut。
〃Yes；〃 the dark…skinned man said finally。 〃It was about the boats。〃
〃They are beginning now？〃
〃They are。〃 He offered no title or any courtesy at all to the woman。
〃Then you will duel each other so for our amusement at Carnival；〃 said the lady of Carenzu with a swift； flashing smile that was radiant and yet infused with capricious malice。
〃A game？〃 the Arimondan said； with derision。 A ripple of anticipation and relief was sweeping across the room。 Blaise saw Bertran turn quickly away to hide a smile。
〃It is almost all a game；〃 Ariane said softly； in a rather different voice。 〃We play it； all of us； through our nights and days； until the goddess takes us home。 But hear me again；〃 she added calmly； 〃if any man of either of your parties dies tonight I will hold it as murder and tell the countess as much。〃
〃I haven't been on the river in years；〃 said Bertran； an apparently inconsequential remark。 He seemed to be struggling； with only partial success； to keep a thread of laughter out of his voice。
Urté de Miraval heard it。 〃And I in decades；〃 he said； rising to the bait。 〃But I will give you that； and twenty years' advantage of age and still best you； my lord of Talair； in any action that a man may honourably do among men。〃
At that； Bertran did laugh aloud。 With a whiplike malice of his own that Blaise did not fully understand； he said； 〃Only among men？ A prudent concession my lord； under the circumstances。〃
Urté de Miraval's head snapped back； as if from an actual lashing。 It was the first time he'd lost his posure； Blaise realized； and wondered why。 Something he'd overheard weeks ago tugged vaguely at his memory： there was a woman somewhere at the root of what lay between these two。
〃Bertran；〃 began Ariane de Carenzu sharply； 〃I do not think that…〃
〃Ariane； have done！ You have imposed your will here； and we are mindful of you。 Do not overreach； it is a failing。 I told you when you walked in and I have told you as much before。〃 Bertran's blue eyes as he wheeled to face her were hard and carried their own measure of authority now。 〃We will play games tonight on the river for your amusement。 No one will be killed； by your mand。 Be content with what you may control。 The past is not in your province。〃
〃Indeed it is not；〃 said Urté de Miraval very softly； his self…control regained。 Blaise had to lean forward to hear him。 〃None of the dead are。 Men or women。 Even children。 Even children； if it es to that。〃
Which； for some reason； drew a response from Bertran de Talair。 He turned from the dark…haired woman to look full into the face of the other duke standing not far away。 There was a suddenly dangerous stillness in the room again； a sense of genuine menace radiating outward from where the two men stood。
〃It es to that；〃 said Bertran finally； his own voice little more than a whisper now。 〃Oh； believe me； my lord； it does。〃 As the two of them locked gazes to the manifest exclusion of everyone else in the tavern； in the world； Blaise of Gorhaut realized； rather late； that the hatred here； the palpable weight of whatever lay in the past between them； was of a depth and texture infinitely greater than he had understood。
Beside him Valery muttered something under his breath that Blaise could not quite hear。
〃e；〃 Bertran added； breaking free of the frozen stare； his tone a sudden； exaggerated parody of ritual； 〃let us go。 Let us all go forth by the light of the mingled summer moons to make sport on the river for the queen of the Court of Love。〃
He moved towards the door without looking back。 Valery followed quickly。 Blaise glanced around the tavern one more time。 Ariane de Carenzu's expression was odd now； vulnerable for the first time。 People were beginning to stir； shaking their heads； blinking vaguely； as if freed of an enchanter's cast spell。 On the upper landing the legs were moving； black and white hose； white and blue； wheat…coloured and russet； crimson and gold； pale and forest green…the brilliant colours of festival time。
He watched for another moment； thinking about the words just spoken； nagged by the thread of a thought； and then moved with the crowd out the doorway and into the noisy street。 On the way he passed very close to Quzman the Arimondan； closer than he needed to； in fact。 He made a point of smiling as he did。
Valery was waiting just outside the door。 A man and a woman masked as a crow and a fox bumped into Blaise as they stumbled past； laughing uproariously。 The man carried an open flask of wine； the woman's tunic was mostly unbuttoned。 In the light of the lanterns above the doorway of The Liensenne； her breasts showed clearly for a moment。 There was laughter ahead of them and behind and a constant； cacophonous sound of noisemakers being whirled and banged and thumped。
〃You don't have any of this in Gorhaut； I suppose；〃 said Valery panionably； as if nothing of note had happened in the tavern。 Blaise realized that he liked Bertran's cousin for this relaxed； unruffled quality； as much as for anything else。 Just ahead of them the duke was walking amid a cluster of musicians； including the woman who had sung for them； she was still wearing Bertran's blue cloak。
〃Hardly；〃 he said shortly； by way of reply； but he tried to keep the criticism out of his voice。 What should he say to Valery： that he found this whole night's goddess…inspired exercise in lechery demeaning and vulgar； unworthy of any man who aspired to serve his country and his god？
〃I meant to tell you that there were two Arimondans；〃 Valery said after a pause。 There was riotous sound all around them； a young boy raced past； violently whirling a noise…maker shaped