expression, which was at once wounded and peeved, Kylar coughed into his hand and looked away to keep from laughing.
When he looked up, Ilena’s expression had changed altogether. Her eyes were bright and wide.
“It is you!” she said. “Kylar!”
She threw herself into his arms, knocking the delicate ootai cup from his hands and utterly smashing the illusion as she hugged him.
The count was shocked into silence. Kylar looked at him, aghast.
“You big oaf, hug me!” Ilena said.
Kylar laughed and hugged her. Gods, it felt good— really, really good—to be hugged. She squeezed as hard as she could, and he picked her up as he hugged her. He pretended to squeeze as hard as he could. She squeezed harder until he cried out for mercy. They laughed again—they’d always hugged like that—and he set her down.
“Oh, Kylar, that was so the slam,” she said. “How did you do that? Can you teach me? Will you, please?”
“Ilena, let the man breathe,” her father said, but he was grinning. “I should have recognized the voice.”
“My voice! Oh, sh—darn!” Kylar said. Altering his voice would either require some great acting—which seemed to be beyond him—or more magic. That meant more hours working with a single disguise. When would he find the time to do that?
“Well,” the count said, tucking away his pince nez and picking up the pieces of his shattered ootai cup, “it would seem we need to talk. Shall Ilena be excused?”
“Oh, don’t make me go, father.”
“Um, yes,” Kylar said. “See ya, squirt.”
“I don’t want to go.”
Count Drake gave her a look and she wilted. She stomped her foot and marched out.
Then they were alone. Count Drake said gently, “What happened to you, son?”
Kylar picked at a ragged fingernail, stared at a few splinters of the shattered ootai cup on the ground, looked anywhere but at those accepting eyes. “Sir, do you think a man can change?”
“Absolutely,” Count Drake said. “Absolutely, but usually he just becomes more himself. Why don’t you tell me everything?”
So Kylar did. Everything from the Jadwin estate to breaking his oaths to Elene and Uly, and the raw, gnawing sore that left in his stomach. Finally, he was finished. “I could have stopped it,” he said. “I could have ended the war before it began. I’m so sorry. Mags and Serah would be safe if I’d killed Durzo before . . .”
The count was rubbing his temples as tears leaked down his cheeks. “No, son. Stop that.”
“What would you have done, sir?”
“If I knew stabbing Durzo in the back would save Serah and Magdalyn? I’d have stabbed him, son. But it wouldn’t have been the right thing to do. Unless you’re a king or a general, the only life you have the right to sacrifice for the greater good is your own. You did the right thing. Now let’s talk about this little jaunt to the Maw. Are you sure this rumor is true?”
“The Shinga came to tell me himself—and died for it.”
“Jarl’s dead?” Count Drake asked. It was a blow, Kylar could see.
“You knew about Jarl?” Kylar asked.
“He’d been talking with me. He was planning an uprising to give us a chance to split Ursuul’s forces. The people believed in him. They loved him. Even the thieves and killers were beginning to believe they could have a new start.”
“Sir, after I rescue Logan . . .”
“Don’t say it.”
“I’m gonna go after Mags.”
Count Drake’s face was gray once more, hopeless. “You save Logan Gyre and you do it fast. Ulana will be sorry she missed you, but you have to go now.”
Kylar stood and replaced the Durzo mask. Count Drake watched and his face regained some life. “You know, you have tricks that are—well, the slam.”
They laughed together. “One more question,” Kylar said. “I’ve been thinking that it might be good for rumors to get out that Logan is alive before he shows up. I mean, it will give the people something to hope for and it will make it easier for him to consolidate power when he does appear. Should I tell Terah Graesin he’s alive?”
“It’s a little late for that,” a voice said from the opening of the tent. It was Terah Graesin, in a lavish green dress and cloak lined with new mink. She was smiling a thin smile. “Why Durzo Blint, I haven’t seen you in ages.”
43
Usually Garoth summoned his concubines to his rooms, but sometimes he liked to surprise them. Magdalyn Drake had entertained him for a long time, but as always, his