Tier, the listener departed without a sound.
Avar, Sept of Leheigh, looked just as a Sept ought, thought Phoran, playing with his breakfast without enthusiasm.
Avar was lean, tall, and heroic. His face was chiseled, his chin firm and his mouth smiling sympathetically. He'd come, unannounced, into the royal bedchambers as if he had the right to be there.
"Not hungry this morning, my emperor?" he said, looking at the mess Phoran had made of his plate. "When I heard that you were breaking your fast in your room I thought that might be the case. My new man has a potion against drink-sickness. He's a half-blood Traveler, or so he claims. He's certainly a wizard with potions and medicines."
"No, thank you," Phoran looked down at his plate. Avar was home.
Relief and joy were severely tempered by his suspicion that Toarsen's words last night were truth. Last night he'd been certain, but in Avar's charismatic presence Phoran's need for Avar's approval vied with the words of a couple of half-drunken lords and scored a narrow triumph. Narrow enough that Phoran didn't ask Avar to join him - although there were extra plates and plenty of food.
Phoran forked up a bit of fruit and ate it without enthusiasm. "I don't need potions - I'm not sick from drinking." It sounded too much like a pouting child, so Phoran continued speaking. "So you're back from your sept already?" Did he sound casual enough? "I'd thought you intended to be gone longer than this?"
Avar looked disgruntled, Phoran thought, feeling a bare touch of triumph. Perhaps Avar had expected a warmer greeting - or even the scold Phoran'd intended to hand out to the Sept before overhearing that conversation last night. Cool composure wasn't a mood the young emperor often indulged himself in.
"Where is Leheigh, anyway? In the South?" The indifference in Phoran's voice was less of an effort. There. See how little I concern myself with your affairs?
He'd looked up the ancient deed in the library and followed the path on several of the maps in the map room. He could have discussed the crops in the Sept's new inheritance with knowledge gained from poring over tax records of the past few centuries. But now he would not admit to knowing anything. Avar's brother wouldn't have dared to show such disgust for the Emperor if he had no encouragement from Avar himself.
But Phoran needed Avar. He needed his praise. He needed his support against the older council members who weren't happy with an emperor who indulged himself in nightly parties, and yet they still refused to let him do anything more useful. Needed him because Avar, when he stayed at the palace, often slept in a bed in the Emperor's suite - and when Avar was there, Phoran was safe.
"Leheigh is southwest, sire, along the Silver River below Shadow's Fall," said Avar, his face settling into its usual warmth. "I didn't have time to visit the battlefield - but I will next time I go there, if I can find a guide. All in all, I'm very happy with the lands; my father wasn't a hunter so he left the forest wild and filled with game. The keep dates back to a few centuries after Shadow's Fall - the family legend claims that my many times great-grandfather was a solder of the Remnant of the Army of Man, and a few of those soldiers settled along the river after the final battle. There's a couple of towns in the district, a largish village near my keep, and a smaller town on the banks of the river. The Redern villagers - that's the smaller town - still talk as if the Fall of the Shadowed happened yesterday. I suppose because nothing interesting has happened there since."
"I see," said Phoran. "When did you get back?"
"The day before yesterday," Avar said. "My apologies for not coming to you directly, but I had to make arrangements for some items I brought back." He hesitated. "And, I came back and found that my mistress had a few extra men warming her bed while I was gone. By the time I dealt with that my temper was none too sweet."
A good reason for waiting, thought Phoran with secret jubilation. Maybe Avar's brother was jealous of the time Avar spent with him; maybe that's why he'd said such hurtful things. Phoran could understand Toarsen's jealousy.
"I thought I'd go riding today," said Phoran, changing the subject as if Avar's trip and return were something