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She said, “Callie, we must have new curtains brought in; these have not been aired or washed,since—since”—she groped for analogy—“since the days of Regis the Fourth.” Andrew knew that shehad been in close contact with Damon, and smiled to himself.

Just before high noon a clatter of hooves sounded in the courtyard, a commotion like a small hurricane,riders, sounds, cries, noises. Callista laughed. “It is Domenic; no one else ever arrives with such a fury!” She drew Andrew down to the courtyard. Domenic Lanart, heir to the Domain of Alton, was a slight,red-haired boy, tall and freckled, astride an enormous gray stallion. He flung the reins to a groom,jumped down, grabbed Ellemir and hugged her exuberantly, then threw his arms around Damon.

“Two weddings for one!” he exclaimed, drawing them up the steps at his side. “You’ve been long enough about your wooing, Damon. I knew last year that you wanted her; why did it take a war to bring you to the point of asking her hand? Elli, will you have a husband so reluctant?” He turned his head from side to side, kissing both of them, then broke away and turned to Callista.

“And for you a lover insistent enough to win you from the Tower! I am eager to meet this marvel,
 
breda
 
.” But his voice was suddenly gentle, and when Callista presented him to Andrew, he bowed. For all the exuberant noise and boyish laughter, he had the manners of a prince. His hands were small and square, calloused like a swordsman’s.

“So you are to marry Callista? I suppose that crowd of old ladies and graywigs in the Council won’t like it, but it’s time we had some new blood in the family.” He stood on tiptoe— Callista was a tall woman, and for all his lanky height, Domenic was not, Andrew thought, quite full-grown yet—and brushed her cheek lightly with his lips. “Be happy, sister. Avarra’s mercy! You deserve it, if you can dare to marry like this, without Council permission or the
 
catenas
 
.”

“
 
Catenas”
she said scornfully. “I had as soon marry a Dry-Towner and go in chains!”

“Good for you, sister.” He turned to Andrew as they went into the hall. “Father said in his message that you were a Terran. I have talked with some of your people in Thendara. They seem good enough folk, but lazy. Good Gods, they have machines for everything, to walk on, to lift them up a flight of stairs, to bring them food at table. Tell me, Andrew, do they have machines to wipe themselves with?” He shouted boisterous boyish laughter, while the girls giggled.

He turned to Damon. “So you’re not coming back to the Guards, cousin? You’re the only decentcadet-master we’ve had in ages. Young Danvan Hastur’s trying his hand at it now, but it’s not working. The lads are all too much in awe of him, and anyway, he’s too young. It needs a man of more years. Anysuggestions?”

“Try my brother Kieran,” Damon suggested, smiling. “He likes soldiering more than I ever did.”

“You were a damn good cadet-master, though,” Domenic Said. “I’d like you back, though I suppose

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it’s no job for a man, being a sort of he-governess to a pack of half-grown boys.”

Damon shrugged. “I was glad enough to have their liking, but I am no soldier, and a cadet-master shouldbe one who can inspire his cadets with a love of a soldier’s trade.”

“Not too much love of it, though,” said
 
Dom
 
Esteban, who had listened with interest as they approached, “or he’ll harden them and make them brutes, not men. So you have come at last, Domenic, my lad?”

The boy laughed. “Why, no, Father, I am still carousing in a Thendara tavern. What you see here is myghost.” Then the merriment slid off his face as he saw his father, thin, graying, his useless legs coveredwith a wolfskin robe. He dropped to his knees beside the wheelchair. He said brokenly, “Father, oh, Father, I would have come at any moment, if you had sent for me, truly—”

The Alton lord laid his hands on Domenic’s shoulders. “I know that, dear lad, but your place was in Thendara, since I could not be there. Yet the sight of you makes my heart more glad than I can say.”

“I too,” said Domenic, scrambling up and looking down at his father. “I am relieved to see you so well

and hearty; reports in Thendara had you at the point of death, or even dead and buried!”

“It is not as bad as that,”
 
Dom
 
Esteban said, laughing. “Come sit here beside me, tell me all that goes on in Guard-hall and Council.” It was easy to see, Andrew thought, that this merry boy was the very light of his father’s eyes.

“I will, and gladly, Father, but this is a wedding day and we are here for merrymaking, and there is little mirth to that tale! Prince Aran Elhalyn thinks I am all too young to have command of the Guards, even while you lie here sick at Armida, and he whispers that tale night and day into the ears of Hastur. And Lorenz of Serrais—forgive me for speaking ill of your brother, Damon—”

Damon shook his head. “My brother and I are not on the best of terms, Domenic, so say what you will.”

“Lorenz, then, damn him for a warped scheming fox, and old Gabriel of Ardais, who wants the post for that bullying wretch of a son of his, are quick to sing the same chorus, that I am all too young to command the Guards. They are about Aran night and day with flattery and gifts that stop just that one step short of being bribes, to persuade him to name one of them Commander while you are here in Armida! Will you be back before Midsummer festival, Father?”

A shadow passed over the crippled man’s face. “That must be as the Gods will have it, my son. Wouldthe Guards be commanded, think you, by a man chair-bound, with legs of no more use thanfish-flippers?”

“Better a lame commander than a commander who is no Alton,” Domenic said with fierce pride. “I could command in your name, and do all for you, if you were only
 
there
 
, to command as the Altons have done so many generations!”

His father gripped his hands, hard. “We shall see, my son. We shall see what comes.” But even thatthought, Damon could see, had fired the Alton lord with a sudden hope and purpose. Would he, indeed,be able to command the Guards again from his chair, with Domenic at his side?

“Alas that we have now no Lady Bruna in our family,” Domenic said gaily. “Say, Callista, will you take

up the sword as Lady Bruna did, and command the Guardsmen?”

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She laughed, shaking her head. Damon said, “I do not know that tale,” and Domenic repeated it, smiling. “It was generations ago—how many I do not know—but her name is written in the rolls of Commanders,how Lady Bruna Leynier, when her brother, who was Lord Alton then, was slain, leaving a son but nineyears old, took the lad’s mother in freemate marriage to protect her, as women may do, and ruled the Guards till he came of age to command. In the annals of the Guards, it says she was a notablecommander too. Would you not have that fame, Callista? No? Ellemir?” He shook his head with mocksadness as they declined. “Alas, what has come to the women of our clan? They are not what they werein those days!”

Standing around
Dom
 
Esteban’s chair, the family resemblance was overwhelming. Domenic looked like Callista and Ellemir, though his hair was redder, his curls more riotous, his freckles a thick golden splotchinstead of a faint gilt sprinkle. And Dezi, quiet and unregarded benind the wheeled chair, was like a palerreflection of Domenic. Domenic looked up and saw him there, giving him a friendly thump on theshoulder.

“So you are here, cousin? I heard you had left the Tower. I don’t blame you. I spent forty days there a few years ago, being tested for
 
laran
 
, and I couldn’t get away fast enough! Did you get sick of it too, or did they chuck you out?”

Dezi hesitated and looked away, and Callista interposed. “You learned nothing there of our courtesies, Domenic. That is a question which must never be asked. It is between a telepath and his own Keeper,and if Dezi chooses not to tell, it is inexcusably rude to ask.”

“Oh, sorry,” said Domenic good-naturedly, and only Damon noticed the relief in Dezi’s face. “It’s just that I couldn’t get out of the place fast enough, and wondered if you felt the same way. Some people like it. Look at Callista, she had nearly ten years of it, and others—well, it wasn’t for me.”

Damon, watching the two lads, thought with pain of Coryn, so like Domenic at this age! He seemed totaste again the half-forgotten days of his own boyhood, when he, the clumsiest of the cadets, had beenaccepted as one of them because of his sworn friendship with Coryn, who, like Domenic, had been thebest liked, the most energetic and outrageous of them all.

That had been in the days before failure, and hopeless love, and humiliation had burned so deep… but,he thought, it was also before he knew Ellemir. He sighed and clasped her hand in his. Domenic, feeling Damon’s eyes on him, looked up and smiled, and Damon felt the weight of loneliness slip away. He had Ellemir, and he had Andrew and Domenic for brothers. The isolation and loneliness were gone forever.

Domenic took Dezi’s arm in a companionable way. “Look here, cousin, if you get tired of hangingaround here at my father’s footstool, come to Thendara. I’ll get you a commission in the cadet corps—Ican do that, can’t I, Father?” he asked. At
 
Dom
 
Esteban’s indulgent nod, he added, “They always needlads of good family, and anyone can see to look at you that you’ve got Alton blood, haven’t you?”

Dezi said quietly, “I have always been told so. Without it I could never have passed through the Veil at

Arilinn.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter a damn in the cadets. Half of us are some nobleman’s bastard”—he laughed again uproariously—“and the rest of us poor devils are some nobleman’s legitimate son suffering and sweating to prove ourselves worthy of our parents! But I lived through three years of it, and you will too, so come to Thendara and I’ll find you something. Bare is back that has no brother, they say, and since Valdir’s with the monks at Nevarsin, I’ll be glad to have you with me, kinsman.”

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Dezi’s face flushed a little. He said in a low voice, “Thank you, cousin. I will stay here while your fatherhas need of me. After that, it will be my pleasure.” He turned quickly, attentively to
Dom
 
Esteban. “Uncle, what ails you?” For the old man had gone white and slumped against the back of his chair.

“Nothing,”
Dom
 
Esteban said, recovering himself. “A moment of faintness. Perhaps, as they say in the hills, some wild thing pissed on the ground for my grave. Or perhaps it is only that this is my first day upright after lying flat for so long.”

“Let me help you back to bed, then, Uncle, to rest until the wedding,” Dezi said. Domenic said, “I’ll come help,” and as they fussed around him, Damon noticed that Ellemir was watching them with a strange look of dismay.

“What is it,
preciosa
 
?”

“Nothing, a premonition, I don’t know,” said Ellemir, shaking, “but as he spoke I saw him lying like

death here at this table—”

Damon recalled that now and again in the Altons, a flash of precognition accompanied the gift of
laran
 
. He had always suspected that Ellemir had more of the gift than she had ever been allowed to believe. Buthe stilled his unease and said lovingly, “Well, he is not a young man, my darling, and we are to make ourhome here. It stands within reason that we would some day see him laid to rest. Don’t let it trouble you,my beloved. And now, I suppose, I must go and pay my respects to my brother Lorenz, since he haschosen to honor my wedding with his presence. Do you suppose we can keep him and Domenic fromcoming to blows?”

And as Ellemir became enmeshed again in thoughts of guests and the celebration to come, her pallorlessened. But Damon wished he had shared her prevision. What had Ellemir seen?

Andrew watched, with a sense of unreality, as the wedding drew near. Freemate marriage was a simpledeclaration before witnesses, and it was to be made at the end of the dinner for the guests and neighborsfrom adjoining estates who had been invited to take part in the celebration. Andrew had no kinsmen orfriends here, and although he had dismissed the lack easily enough, as the moment approached, he foundhe even envied Damon the presence of the dour-looking Lorenz, standing at his side for the solemndeclaration which would make Ellemir, by law and custom, his wife. What was the proverb Damon hadquoted? “Bare is back that has no brother.” Well, his was bare indeed.

Around the long table of the Great Hall of Armida, laid with the finest cloths and decked out with holidayware, all the farmers, small-holders and noblemen within the day’s ride were gathered. Damon lookedpale and tense, handsomer than usual in a suit of soft leather, dyed and richly embroidered, made in what Andrew had heard were the colors of his Domain. The oranga and green looked gaudy to Andrew. Damon reached his hand to Ellemir, who came around the table to join him. She looked pale and serious,in a green gown, her hair coiled into a silver net. Behind her two young girls—she had told Andrew theyhad been her playmates when she and Callista were children, one a noblewoman from a nearby holding,one a village girl from their own estates— came to stand behind her.

Damon said steadily, “My friends, nobles and gentlefolk, we have called you together to witness ourpledging. Be you all witness that I, Damon Ridenow of Serrais, being freeborn and pledged to nowoman, take as freemate this woman, Ellemir Lanart-Alton, with the consent of her kin. And I proclaim