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jokingly.
“Well, lucky me.” She stepped forward, mussed his hair, and went to the sideboard to pour herself her own cup of tea.
“Why are you wearing that ugly cloak?” Anduin asked.
“Oh, well,” Jaina said, caught off guard, “I didn’t want to attract attention. I’m sure you don’t always want people knowing it’s you when you’re out riding or such.”
“I don’t mind,” Anduin said. “But then again, I don’t have secret meetings with orcs in the middle of nowhere.”
Jaina whirled, splashing tea. “How did—”
“Yes!” Anduin looked delighted. “I was right! You were out meeting Thrall!”
Jaina sighed and wiped at her robes, grateful that they were, actually, the rough and dirty ones rather than her nice, everyday clothes. “You’re too perceptive for your own good, Anduin,” she said.
He grew sober. “It’s how I’ve stayed alive,” he said matter-of-factly. Jaina felt her heart lurch in empathy for the boy, but he was not seeking pity. “I’ve got to admit, I’m surprised that you’re seeing him. I mean, what I overheard from the Sentinels about the attack seems pretty brutal. Not the sort of thing Thrall would endorse.”
She moved toward the fire with her cup of tea, pulling up her own chair. “That’s because he didn’t endorse it.”
“So he’s going to apologize and turn over the killers?”
Jaina shook her head. “No. An apology—but only for breaking the treaty. Not for how it was broken.”
Anduin’s face fell. “But … if he wasn’t responsible, and he doesn’t think it’s a good thing—why not? How does that help earn trust?”
How indeed, Jaina thought, but did not say. “One of the things you’ll learn, Anduin, is that sometimes you can’t always do what you’d like to do. Or even do what you think is the right thing—at least not right away. Thrall certainly doesn’t want war with the Alliance. He wants to cooperate for all our benefits. But—the Horde thinks differently from the Alliance about a lot of things, and displays of power and strength are absolutely key to a leader’s ability to govern them.”
Anduin frowned into his tea. “Sounds like Lo’Gosh,” he murmured.
“Ironically, yes—that aspect of your father would have fit quite well into the Horde mentality,” Jaina said. “One of the reasons he was so popular as a gladiator during his brief … er … career.”
“So Thrall can’t risk coming out and denouncing it right now, is that what you’re saying?” Anduin popped a small cream-and-jam-laden biscuit into his mouth. For a pleasant instant Jaina was more concerned about whether they’d have enough pastries and small sandwiches to appease a growing boy’s appetite than about the possibility of war. She sighed. Would that filling Anduin’s teenage belly was the most pressing of her cares.
“Essentially that’s correct.” She did not wish to reveal specifics and so simply added, “But I know he didn’t do it, and I know that personally he is appalled.”
“Do … you think he will let it happen again?”
It was a serious question, worthy of a serious, thoughtful reply. So she took the time to give him one.
“No,” she said at last. “This is just my opinion, but … I think this took him by surprise. He’s aware of it now.”
Anduin drained his cup and went to the sideboard to pour himself a second serving. While he was there, he piled small cakes and sandwiches on his plate. “You’re right, Aunt Jaina,” he said quietly. “Sometimes you just can’t do what you want. You have to wait until the time is right, until you have enough support.”
And Jaina smiled to herself. The youth in front of her had been king at age ten. True, he had a sound advisor in the form of Highlord Bolvar Fordragon, but she’d seen enough to know that he’d wrestled with many things by himself. Perhaps he had never been faced with the sort of choice Thrall had, but he could certainly empathize with it.
She found herself, as she often did, missing the wise, wry presence of Magna Aegwynn. She wished that great lady, the former Guardian of Tirisfal, was still alive to give her sound, if sometimes tart, advice. What would Aegwynn have done now, with this boy sitting at her hearth, this too-serious but good-hearted young man?
A smile touched Jaina’s lips. She knew exactly what Aegwynn would have done. Lighten the situation.
“Now, Anduin,” Jaina said, almost sensing the presence of the wise old woman in the room. “Fill me in on all the court gossip.”