The Will of the Empress - By Tamora Pierce Page 0,144

her to the border.

Sandry looked at Ambros, who sat in her window seal reading an account book. "I wish you wouldn't send those ten guards with me," she told her cousin. "You need them back home and we'll move faster without them."

"It would look shabby if we sent you off without," Ambros said in his dry way. "I will not let it be said that I failed in my duty to you."

Sandry shook her head and took a folio of advocate's papers from the bed. She gave it to Ambros. "They're properly witnessed and sealed. The advocate filed copies with the clerks of the Court of Law here and for Landreg district. It's what I said I'd do. You'll never have to send me a set allowance every year again. Before you send a coin to me, you'll see to any repairs and improvements on the estate."

"The empress will still tax me. I'm not the landholder, so I cannot contest the taxation in court. And I won't be able to free other brides like Gudruny, because I am not her liege lord," Ambros pointed out.

"Do as the advocate suggests in there" — Sandry pointed to the folio — "and double-list all the unmarried women of my estates on your own lands, so you can declare yourself their liege lord. He says it should withstand a challenge in a court of law. It's expensive, but you can take the money from what you would send to me for that purpose, with my blessing." Sandry twisted her handkerchief. "Cousin, if I put off my escape, sooner or later the empress will find a way to keep me here. I can't allow that. I have duties in Emelan, as she well knows. I've told her I will not stay. I will not give way to that famous imperial will. Uncle needs me, and you are a far better landlord than I could be. Can't we just leave it at that?"

Ambros was about to reply when a maid rapped on the open door. "Forgive me, Clehame, Saghad, but a man has come to call on the clehame. He says to tell her only that it is Shan."

"He plays a risky game," Ambros murmured as he stood to go.

Sandry got to her feet, shaking out her skirt. "I will see him in the small sitting room," she ordered. As the maid went off to do as she was told, Sandry went into the dressing room to inspect her appearance. Her gowns were an arrangement of two shades of blue that made her eyes brighter. She tucked a strand of hair away and pinned a sheer white veil over her head, then bit her lips gently to make them look redder.

I don't know why I'm doing this, she thought. After the way he's lied to me. Making me think . .. well! I'll at least give him a piece of my mind!

Shan stood by the window when she came in at a bustling pace, her chin up, her hands folded in front of her. When he turned and bowed she caught herself admiring his broad shoulders and warming to his kind smile. Stop that! she ordered herself. He's played you like a fish on the line — start acting less, less damp!

"Sandry, they told me you're leaving." Two steps brought Shan up to her. Before she realized his intentions, he wrapped his strong arms around her and kissed her, slowly and sweetly. When she tried to pull away, he simply deepened his kiss. Finally, when they were both breathless, he drew back to whisper, "Don't go. Stay here. Marry me. You like me, you know you do. I think I would make a wonderfully amusing husband."

That brought her to her senses. When he moved in for another kiss, she got her hands up to his broad chest and shoved. It was like trying to push a marble statue.

The bang of wood on wood outside reminded her that servants were stowing their luggage for their departure tomorrow. Shan held her tighter and ran his lips over her ear. Sandry gasped, her treacherous knees going weak, then ordered his clothes to move away from her.

Shan could hardly fight his own clothing as it dragged him back. He clung to Sandry until she summoned a cushioned chair. Since the cushions were firmly nailed to the seat, the entire chair slammed into Shan's knees. He yelped and let go of her. His clothes yanked him down onto the chair and