Igniting Darkness (Courting Darkness Duology #2) - Robin LaFevers Page 0,19

he is in a foul, melancholic humor. What transpired between you?”

The sheer boldness of the question nearly causes me to blush. I look down and begin fiddling with the trimming on my skirt. “I’m not sure what you mean, Madame. The king seemed most pleased—”

“Do not play games with me,” she says impatiently. “What did you discuss? Did he share any of his current thoughts or troubles? Whom has he been speaking with of late?”

“Our conversation was of a much more intimate nature.”

“When did you leave? Was there time for anyone else to come to his chambers after you left?”

My head snaps up. “I . . . I’m not certain. My mind was not focused on the time.”

She purses her lips, studying me. “Why was Lady Sybella in your chambers yesterday morning?”

I blink at the unwelcome change of subject. I have no idea why the king hasn’t shared my association with the convent with the regent, but the longer I can hold that off, the better. I can use womanly charm to soften the king’s ire, but have nothing with which to soften the regent’s.

“She had heard you had a new attendant and wished to introduce herself.”

“How friendly of her.” The regent’s voice is more acidic than verjuice. “You are to avoid her. She is too loyal to the queen and will sniff out the king’s interest in you like a hound will a fox. Besides, her fortune at court is about to change. Best you are far away so that you are not caught in the undertow.”

A fresh wave of anger surges over me, but all I say is, “Of course, Madame. I am not here to make friends, but to serve both you and the king to the best of my ability.”

As she disappears down the corridor, I resume my walking. The regent’s warnings ring in my ears, and the king’s handprint throbs upon my chin, both of them doing nothing to calm my growing outrage. The king may expect me to feel grateful for his protection, but he will quickly find that while I may be a fool, I am no coward. I will not let others take the blame for what I have done.

 Chapter 8

Maraud

Something was missing. Maraud couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but its absence was palpable. It wasn’t until he laid out his bedroll that it hit him. Lucinda.

And how many different kinds of fool did that make him?

“So, have you decided where we’re going?”

Maraud nodded. “Flanders.”

The others exchanged a glance. “General Cassel?”

He nodded again. Everyone fell silent. “What about d’Albret?” Andry asked. “You had wanted us to check on him—before you asked us to ride ahead and meet up with you. Don’t you still want to know what he’s up to?”

“I do. After I bring Cassel to justice.”

The silence that followed was filled only by the faint crackling of the small fire and the occasional stomp of a horse’s hoof. “Are you sure?” Jaspar’s voice was filled with something Maraud didn’t want to examine too closely.

“Saints, yes.”

“But you said Lucinda needed to save someone. We all agreed to help her.”

“What part of she poisoned me do you not understand?”

“But that’s your thing, Maraud. You’re the savingest mercenary I’ve ever met. Are you going to let a little poison come between you and—”

Maraud met his eyes across the campfire. “No. She made her wishes perfectly clear.”

With a sigh, Jaspar relented.

But not Valine. “You said yourself that she was trying to save you from possible repercussions with the queen and unfair punishment.”

Her words cause something hot and hard to lodge in Maraud’s stomach. “She didn’t trust me enough to let me help.”

“Did you give her reason to?” Valine’s voice is pitched low, low enough that it reaches only him. “She seemed genuinely surprised to see us when we showed up at Camulos’s Cup. You didn’t tell her, did you?”

“Don’t you have first watch?”

“No, Andry does. You told her only half your story, and yet you’re mad because she didn’t trust you? I’d say she was smart not to. And you would too if your judgment wasn’t so clouded.”

“The poison is well out of my system.”

“I wasn’t talking about the poison. We call you Your Lordship for a reason, you know. You can be high-handed and arrogant, so convinced in the rightness of your decisions that you don’t feel the need to include others in the process. I don’t pretend to know all of what went on between you two, but what I saw