seed country from which the Namornese empire had sprung. "You might even inquire of the empress, if you dared. It was done to her twice, but she escaped both times before she could be forced to sign the contract. The punishment visited on her captors, once she was free, made all men think twice about trying such things with her."
"But wouldn't she react the same if it happened to other women?" demanded Sandry, feeling as if the safe and level earth were swinging wildly under her feet.
Gudruny wiped her eyes again as tears spilled down her cheeks once more. "She said, when a noblewoman came to her, that any woman foolish enough to be caught was a caged bird by nature, and must content herself with a keeper."
Sandry shivered. That sounds like Berenene, she thought unhappily. It would be like her, to despise other women because they didn't manage to escape like she did. "Well, there's nothing we can do right now with the gates closed for the night," she told Gudruny. "In the morning I will set this right for you, Gudruny." She bit her lip, to stop it from trembling with shame. When she felt she could speak without her voice betraying her, she said very quietly, "I beg your forgiveness for... my family. For our not doing our duty by you. You deserved better." She cleared her throat, quickly wiped her cheeks, then said more briskly, "There's a trundle bed under mine. You can stretch out there, at least."
Gudruny pulled out the trundle as Sandry banked the fire again. "What of your children?" Sandry asked once she had climbed back into bed. "What happens to them?"
Gudruny smiled wanly as she sat on the trundle. "They will remain with me," she said, turning to blow out the candles. "The children belong to the mother, as they do everywhere." She took off her shoes by the glow from Sandry's crystal, and crawled under the blankets of the trundle bed, which had been made up for the maid Sandry didn't have. "The father may pay — must pay — for their keeping, but the children are the mother's. That is something the empress approves. I will get to keep my children, since she has decreed that the only bloodlines the law need concern itself with are the mother's."
"Of course," murmured Sandry, her eyes sliding closed. "So the fathers of her own daughters cannot claim the throne in their name. I'll have to hear testimony," she murmured. "Hear what those who know you have to say. After so much has been done wrong here, I must be sure to do right."
If Gudruny answered, Sandry did not hear. She was last asleep.
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Chapter Nine
The 1st day of Rose Moon, 1043 K.F.
Clehamat Landreg to
Pofkim Village, Namorn
Daja woke to shouting. A glance at the bolted shutters showed bits of pale morning light creeping through the cracks in the wood. She went to her chamber door and opened it.
"— rot you, I know she slithered in somehow!" came a muffled roar from the ground floor below. "She was gone all night! Gudruny, I know you're here! You'd best pray, because when I — take your hands off me, oaf!"
Frowning, Daja pulled a robe over her nightshirt and went out to the gallery around the main hall to see what was going on. Footmen struggled with a wiry commoner whose face was full of rage. It was the commoner who yelled for someone named Gudruny.
Across the gallery the courtiers ventured from their rooms, looking as if they could use a few more hours in bed. Briar emerged from his chamber, saying back over his shoulder, "Stay here, Zhegorz. Some kaq has his underclothes in a twist." He came to stand beside Daja, taking in the scene below.
A third door on their side of the gallery slammed open with a crack that drew everyone's attention. Tris surged to the gallery rail, robe and nightgown flying in a wind that rattled all of her braids, released from their coil for the night. Seeing her red, sharp-nosed face, framed by moving lightning bolts, the people downstairs went still. Tris gripped Chime with both hands as the glass dragon screeched with distress, shimmering with lightning of her own.
"Quiet," Tris ordered Chime. To Daja's surprise, Chime obeyed. To the people downstairs, Tris said, "This is not what I expected in a nobleman's house. Who are you, and how dare you wake us?"
Now Ambros and Ealaga emerged from their rooms. From