don't see what that has to do with me attending Festival in the capital."
"The balance of power has begun to shift in the Senate. Gaius needs the support of the Dianic League if he is to prevent it from flying out of control. So he needs you there, at Festival, highly visible to everyone in the Realm, to show how strongly you support him."
"No," Isana said flatly. "I have more vital duties here."
"More vital than protecting the stability of the Realm?" Amara asked in a mild tone. "My. You must be very busy."
Isana rose sharply to her feet, her eyes narrowed, and snarled, "I don't need a child like you to tell me my duty."
Bernard rose, staring at Isana in shock. " 'Sana, please."
"No, Bernard," Isana said. "I am not Gaius's pet dog to sit up and hop through hoops when he snaps his fingers."
"Of course not," Amara said. "But you are the only person who might give him the advantage he needs to prevent the Realm from falling into a civil war. Which is why someone ordered you killed in the first place-or hadn't that occurred to you?"
Bernard put a warm hand on Isana's shoulder to steady her, but Amara's words struck her like a cup of icy cold water. "Civil war? Has it come to that?"
Amara pushed her hair back tiredly. "It grows more likely each day. The Slaver's Consortium is supported by several of the southern cities, and the northern and Shieldwall cities favor the Dianic League. It is imperative that Gaius maintains control over the Senate's majority, and the Dianic League is the lever he needs. My orders were to give you this information, then accompany you and your brother to the capital."
Isana sat down again slowly. "But that has now changed."
Amara nodded. "If Doroga is right about the vord, they could be a deadly threat. They must be dealt with without delay, so Bernard and I will stay here and do so, and join you as soon as we are able."
"And," Bernard rumbled, "we think we know where the third group of vord is going."
Isana arched an eyebrow.
Bernard reached into a sack he'd brought with him and drew out an old, battered leather pack. "Doroga's scouts found this along a trail leading directly toward the capital."
Isana blinked at the pack. "Isn't that Fade's old pack?"
"Yes," Bernard said. "But Fade gave it to Tavi before he entered the Wax Forest. Tavi lost it during the battle there. His scent is all over it."
"Blood and crows," Isana swore. "Are you telling me that this creature is following him?"
"It appears so," said Amara. "The Knights Aeris will arrive in the morning. Isana, you need to get to the capital and gain an audience with Gaius as soon as possible. Tell him about the vord, and make him believe you. He needs to find their nest and stop them."
"Why can't you send a courier to him instead?"
"Too risky," Bernard answered. "If the courier is delayed, or if Gaius is preoccupied with preparations, we'd be better off having the extra help here."
Amara nodded. "He will see you, Holder Isana. You may be the only one who will be able to cut through protocol and get to him immediately."
"All right. I'll do it. I'll talk to him." Isana said. "But not until I am sure Tavi is safe."
Amara grimaced but nodded. "Thank you. It was never my intention to send you into that snake pit alone. There will be a lot of people interested in you. Some of them can be quite deceptive and dangerous. I can provide you with an escort-a man I trust, named Nedus. He'll meet you at the Citadel and should be able to help you."
Isana nodded quietly and rose. "Thank you, Amara. I'll manage." She took a step toward the door and wavered, nearly falling.
Bernard caught her before she could. "Whoa. Are you all right?"
Isana closed her eyes and shook her head. "I just need to rest. It will be an early morning." She opened her eyes and frowned up at her brother. "You will be careful?"
"I'll be careful," he promised. "If you promise that you will."
She smiled faintly at him. "Done."
"Don't worry, 'Sana," he rumbled. "We'll make sure everyone is kept safe. Especially Tavi."
Isana nodded, and started for the door again, steadier. "We will."
Presuming, of course, that they weren't already too late.
Chapter 7
Between the time he saw Steadholder Isana found by her people and the time the sun set, Fidelias had run more than a