The Will of the Empress - By Tamora Pierce Page 0,149

empress. "I found you in my scrying-glass."

"You're here to help me wed the richest marriage-prize in memory?" Shan asked, frowning. Then his face brightened. "I see it now. If I snag Sandry, I'll be in disgrace with her imperial majesty. Since she's still fond of you..."

"Exactly," replied Quen. "I hope you know side roads, if we are to get ahead of the clehame."

"I've left nothing to chance," Shan said grimly. "I'd hoped it wouldn't come to this. If Berenene hadn't put Sandry's back up —"

Quen interrupted with a raised hand. "Spare me the tale of woe," he said, reining his horse in next to Shan's. "I'm not interested."

"So sure in your magic," Shan said with a glare. "Whatever else, you'll never be poor like me. You'll never sleep with holes in your sheets...."

Quen sent out a spark that stung Shan's mount on the rump. She broke into a gallop. By the time Shan got the mare under control, he'd lost all interest in talk. He led them on, up through the hills and fields that paralleled the Southern Imperial Highway, where Sandry and her companions would ride. With less traffic on the side roads than on the main route, they made good time. Experienced at long rides, Shan was careful to see that they paced their horses and switched to their remounts, resting often. Rather than deal with inns, they bought space in farmers' barns on the way.

"The trick," Shan explained to Quen over their fourth night's supper, "is to catch her when she believes no one is going to give chase. She's looking for an ambush near Dancruan, or the border. She'll be ready. But in the middle of the journey, between the two? They'll figure they're safe enough. They'll be relaxed. That's when I'll take her. I have spelled charms to distract her, if you can hold Briar and Daja. My people can handle the servants and the men-at-arms."

"Of course," Quen replied, his face unreadable. The firelight made his face look like a mask. "I did come prepared."

"They may not even be that much of a problem." Shan cut pieces from a sausage and ate them from his knife. "Plant magic and metal magic — they're not much good in a fight, are they? And we are talking about child mages, pretty much. They're young to be wearing medallions." There was a wicked glint in his eyes. "That must scrape your paint, to know they got them before you did. Perhaps Sandry bought the medallions for them, so they'd feel accomplished."

Quen raised his eyebrows. "If you're looking for a fight with me, stop it. Worry about your own problems," he drawled. "Even once she's signed the contract and marked it with her blood, she may be hard to handle. You can't keep her bespelled all the time. What do you think will happen when you let the spells lapse? There's plenty a wife can do to a husband short of killing him, and mage wives are known to be inventive."

Shan leaned back on his elbows. "I'm not worried. You didn't see her with me, Quen. I had the girl. She would have said yes to my proposal, if some damned busybody hadn't told her I was Berenene's lover. I can win Sandry back. Once she's realized this really is what she wanted all along, I think she'll be very happy to make ours the second house in the empire. I'll ensure that she's happy. It's to my advantage, too, after all."

Quen raised his brows. "I had no idea you were so ambitious. Or so foolish. Her Imperial Majesty is not going to let you off easily, you know. You'll be in disgrace. Her memory is long —"

Shan smiled. "But her pockets are not. She can't afford to keep Sandry and me in disgrace for long — not if she means to keep squabbling with the emperor in Yanjing. I plan to spend my time in exile making alliances in the Noble Assembly and in the Mages' Society. Berenene helped me there, arresting Fin's uncle. Once we have enough of the people Her Imperial Majesty has vexed on our side, she will have to accept us. Me."

Quen rubbed his nose. "She is practical, it's true. Who knows? You may have the right of it. Now, where is this perfect plucking spot you told me you mean to use? You said it's just two more days' ride."

"It's perfect," Shan said, pulling a map from the saddlebag beside him. "Canyon Inn.