Apparently dissatisfied with the level of applause, she announced, "I am the one who sponsored the preceding spectacles, including the floor show-"
The crowd erupted into cheers and foot stomping.
Guess my subjects are big on floor shows. Good to know.
"Silence!" Morgana commanded. At once, everyone went quiet. "Tonight's round is the lady's choice. It will have much, much more tension and emotional poignancy than the other mundane rounds." Sly look at Raum. "This is a contest of wits-the only muscle used will be the brain."
At last Bettina would find out what this was all about.
Morgana waved to the guards at the sanctum gate. "Bring forth the competitors." The six remaining males filed out to stand in a line below the grandstand-Gourlav, the Lykae, the remaining fire demon, the last stone demon, Caspion, and Daciano.
Just looking at the vampire brought on a pang of feeling. Which meant . . .
I have more than just Cas to worry about tonight.
For once Daciano wasn't gazing at her but staring out into the misty night, clearly preoccupied. What had happened to him today? What turmoil had Salem witnessed?
"Six of you will enter. Three will die," Morgana told them. "Now, the rules of this round are simple. You have ten minutes to return here with an offering for Princess Bettina. She will rate them from favorite to least. The trio whose gifts rank lowest will lose their heads."
Bettina's jaw slackened. It was one thing to see males battling it out to the death-having to decide exactly who would perish was another thing altogether. She bit out to Raum, "You knew about this?"
He patted her hand, looking anywhere but at her face. "Over before you know it, m'girl."
Tonight Morgana had made her the judge and jury. For three beings. Bettina would all but execute them herself.
As Bettina bristled beside Raum, Morgana continued, "Whoever wins tonight will go directly to the final round, awaiting the victor of tomorrow night's semifinal match."
Cas caught Bettina's eye, mouthing, Just made the finals. Of course he was jovial; he knew he was safe. He could bring her dirt, and she'd adore it.
"The runner-up," Morgana said, "will receive a tour of Rune tonight, guided by Princess Bettina herself."
Tour? Tour!!!
"You will bring your offerings to the sanctum, then return here," Morgana said.
Daciano's face was as impassive as ever, but his eyes were black. Bettina sensed that this challenge had taken him off guard.
"Beginning now." The great horn punctuated Morgana's words.
Once the contestants had hastened, traced, or were wrangled away, Morgana turned to Bettina. "Let's see how well your 'suitors' know you. It takes so little to make a sorceress happy. All we need is gold, wine, gold, bold color, merriment, gold, power-"
"I'll pick Gourlav's as last," Bettina informed her godmother, "and be done with him."
"Alas, you must answer honestly." Morgana sipped from her goblet. "Just as the terms of the contract will compel those entrants to return-despite their prospects-you'll be compelled to tell the truth."
Their prospects? They were returning to a fifty-fifty chance of death. Dread suffused her.
Though Cas was completely safe, what if Daciano offered her something she detested?
"And besides," Morgana said, "you won't be privy to which contestant offered which gift."
"What?"
Trehan's options were few.
He'd already procured his "gift" for Bettina, but it was the type that should be given with explanation and tact. Otherwise, she might react badly to it.
Screams, fainting, retching-all possible.