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scorn for the beastly old Cantrae men pounding on her door. Hah hah, you dogs, soon I will be far
beyond your ugly . . . ugly what? hands? schemes? Or here, how about, far beyond your murdering
base-born hands. I like that better, truly. It has a ring to it.тАЭ

The willow sighed in the breeze as if agreeing. Bellyra chewed on her lower lip and considered her plan.
It would look splendid, once the Cantrae men broke down the door, if she were lying on her bed, her
hair artistically draped across the pillow with a last sneer of defiance on her face. She would have to
remember to put on her best dress, the one of purple Bardek silk that her nursemaid had cut from an old
banqueting cloth theyтАЩd found in another storeroom. The Cantrae king might even shed a tear for her
beauty and be sorry heтАЩd been planning to smother her. On the whole, though, judging from what sheтАЩd
heard about Cantrae lords, she doubted if theyтАЩd feel any remorse. Relief, more like, that sheтАЩd spared
them the job.

Across the garden came a scrape of sound, the door into the broch opening on un-oiled hinges. She
went still, her hands freezing on her book.

тАЬBellyra! Princess!тАЭ

The voice belonged to Tieryn Elyc, and through the leaves she could just see him, standing on the edge
of the little bridge across the stream. To Bellyra the tieryn always seemed as ancient as the sorcerer of
her daydreams, but in truth he was just forty that year, and still as lean and muscled as many a younger
man, even though his blond hair was indeed going heavily gray, and fine lines webbed round his blue
eyes.

тАЬBellyra! Come along, I know youтАЩre out here. The cook told me where youтАЩd be.тАЭ

With a sour thought for NerraтАЩs treachery, Bellyra tucked her book into her kirtle and began to climb
down. As the tree began to shake he crossed the bridge.

тАЬThere you are,тАЭ he said with a low laugh. тАЬYouтАЩre getting a bit old to climb trees like a lad, arenтАЩt you?тАЭ

тАЬJust the opposite, my lord. The older you get the easier it is, because your legs are longer.тАЭ

тАЬAh. I see. Well, you know, youтАЩd best take care, Your Highness, because youтАЩre the only heir Cerrmor
has.тАЭ

тАЬOh, come now. No oneтАЩs going to let me rule in the female line.тАЭ

тАЬThe point, Your Highness, is to keep you safe so you can marry the one true king when he reaches
Cerrmor.тАЭ

тАЬAnd when, my lord, will that be? When the moon turns into a boat and sails down from the sky with
him on it?тАЭ

Elyc let out his breath in a little puff and ran both hands through his hair. With something of a sense of
shock, Bellyra realized that he was close to tears.
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